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YOOO WHATS UP??? HOW ARE YOU??? I was wonderinggg if you could do Thanatos dating hcs?? (If you can could you do daughter of hades? Itâs totally good if you donât too!!)
LOVE YOU<33 TAKE CAREEE<333
God Thanatos x Dating Daughter of Hades.
Dating death itself comes with its perks, for one; he´s hot asf. But also, letâs not forget death does not have a proper gender, so it can be whatever you want. (Ill be using he pronouns for this mainly)
Thanatos is willing to change his appearance to make you happy and to fit your preferences, heâs not directly a God but he is an immortal being and he can tell what type of things you like.
 Every single thing he does it goddamm attractive, â I wouldnât be surprised if you fainted.
He is not experiences with love completely, but he understands it because, âDeath and love are similar in a lot of ways.â
Letâs say you are a daughter of Hades, this would be a plus! Going Underground with him to check things out, âromanticâ (more like scary) boat rides across each river (heâs willing to give a tour). He might even let you slip into Paradise and see what itâs like there.
He likes saying things telepathically to you and he enjoys making you jump in surprise when he comes out of nowhere.
Whispering in your ear makes you feel funny and flustered.
If you flirt, he will give you the most dashing smile ever that lights up the darkest room.
He has no shame in saying things as it is and can tell what you are feeling.
Unfortunately, he can also see into your past â you know when life flashes before your eyes, â Thanatos controls that and can see it.
Another downside is that he is super busy. Luckily enough, he can split himself into many copies. So technically heâs there, but also not there.
He knows your dirties secrets and will smile and pretends he doesnât.
Loves being seen as a mystery.
He does dress up for dates, wearing a nice suit to go with his whatever atmosphere or vibe he wants.
Hades knows about the relationship, not only because Thanatos is one of his workers but also being a daughter of Hades would mean that he would force skeleton soldiers to watch the two of you at all times.
Shadow-travelling can have its perks, you can follow him anywhere. But you feel weak and exhausted after circling the whole entire globe, and Thanatos will tease you and say that âyour time isnât here yetâ.
In public, mortals would stare at him a lot, but if it bothers you, he will snap his fingers and turn himself invisible.
Letâs not forget he has wings and is willing to carry you and let you touch the feathers.
His love for you is very passionate and deep. Cupid really did his job here â but you most likely fell for Thanatos on your own, so Cupid didnât do anything.
He would help his lover understand the way of the world, showing you secrets. He would keep you safe and almost hold your hand â guiding you throw the dark.
He wouldnât let his lover die, completely. If you wish to be reborn, he will meet you in another life. If you went the fields of punishment, he would make your sins less painful. If you went somewhere safe, he would visit. If you wish for it, he might even be able to find a way to make you immortal.
His demeanor is somewhat distant and almost cold â but being obsessed with work does that. He guides people down to the afterlife.
His love would be eternal, but in Greek Mythology we know most immortal beings never stay true â
Having a crush on the daughter of hades, would make things interesting. Popping up out of nowhere after watching you, giving you red flowers and say something cheesy and outdates. He clearly hasnât kept up during these centuries. But he is charming.
A sense of understanding and closeness would be a given since both are associated with the Underworld.
Both of you would be aware that life doesnât last forever, valuing the present is important.
If youâre scared of death, he would comfort you and explain that it is peaceful. He would make sure your death is the most peaceful â since he is the son of Nyx and Hypnos.
Both being powerful forces, would make the underworld shape in fear if either got angry.
Boatrides across rivers and oceans, like that scene in Tangled.
He would associate you with either life or light.
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This is part of why campers should never go snooping in the Thanatos cabin, they could be dragged down by the souls.
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#toapril 2024#txny draws#trials of apollo#fanart#pjo apollo#traditional art#digital art#toapril#animatic#rrverse#pjo thanatos#Youtube
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I LOVE IT IIT'S MY CHILD
i can't believe you actually made a fic about them
THANATOS IS SO WHIPPED AND AWKWARD AND IT'S EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED IT
my view of what happened when thanatos finds out (and if hades finds out)
Hades: YOU LET A SOUL ROAM THE WORLD! WHY Thanatos: Um- Hades: AND THE SAME SOUL BECAME A FUCKING GOD Thanatos: ... Hades: AND TRIED TO KILL APOLLO! WAS IT WORTH IT Thanatos thinking about the kiss on the cheek and the hug: yeah... i mean no-
ehehehehehehehehahaahahahaa
They were so fun <3
Hades:
Hades: ...oh my gods.
Thanatos, sweating: Wut?
Hades: you.... *points finger* you have a crush on my favorite nephew.
Thanatos, slightly high-pitched: nO I DON'T!
Hades: YOU DO
Hades: OH MY GODS
Hades, shouting across the hall: PERSEPHONE THANATOS HAS A CRUSH ON APOLLO
Thanatos: I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON APOLLO
Persephone, kicking the doors open: OH?!? Well it's about time he's had a crush!
Hades: DON'T LIE THANATOS
Persephone: When did this crush come on?
Thanatos: no comment
Hades: ALL THE WAY BACK IN ROME
Hades: AT THE LATEST
Persephone: *gasp* Thanatos! Why didn't you tell us???
Persephone: I would've wing-women'd you!
Thanatos: Thank you, Lady Persephone, but it's not needed. It's just a phase.
Hades: A ONE-THOUSAND EIGHT-HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN YEAR LONG PHASE?!
Thanatos: ....yes?
Hades:
Persephone:
Thanatos:
Hades:
Persephone:
Thanatos: ....okay maybe not
Hades: I FUCKING KNEW IT
Persephone: THANATOS I AM YOUR WING-WOMAN NOW I AM CONTACTING ERATO WE ARE GONNA GET YOU A MAN
Thanatos: PERSEPHONE, NO
Persephone & Hades: PERSEPHONE, YES
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Ares
These are only for romantic pairings, not platonic.
The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3.
Ship List:
Ares/Percy (aresercy)Â
Aphrodite/Ares (aphroares)Â
Aphrodite/Ares/Hephaestus (aphroestus)Â
Apollo/Ares (aresollo)Â
Aphrodite/Ares/Percy (aphroesercy)Â
Ares/Hephaestus (arestus)Â
Ares/Nico (nicares)Â
Ares/Annabeth (annares)Â
Ares/Grover (grovares)
Ares/Dionysus (dionyares)Â
Ares/Frank (frares)Â
Ares/Thanatos (thanares)Â
#pjo hoo toa#pjo ship polls#polls#pjo ares#percy jackson#annabeth chase#grover underwood#frank zhang#pjo hephaestus#pjo thanatos#nico di angelo#pjo aphrodite#pjo dionysus#pjo apollo#aresercy#aphroares#aphroestus#aresollo#aphroesercy#arestus#nicares#annares#grovares#dionyares#frares#thanares#peres#riordanverse
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[2/3] From NatureGuardian for @txny-dragon using the prompt thanatos and apollo talking about the tria;s (cough cough burning maze) after toa
Apollo was silent. They were sitting in their garden from the plants Meg had given them. Thanatos couldnât help but be nervous. He was here for one reason- to talk about the recent pandemic. As the one in charge of escorting those who died, and Apollo being the one who controlled plagues, they had to converse to get things straight. However, Thanatos felt that this wasnât going to be easy.
He crept near Apollo, whose saddened blue eyes immediately went up to Thanatos. Ah, right. Today is the anniversary of Jason Graceâs untimely death. Apollo stood up.
âHello, Thanatos. How can I help you today?â Apollo asked quietly. Their thoughts were practically open to be read.
Why are you here? You didnât help Jason when he was dying, why should I help you?
Apollo knew why Thanatos was here, but that didnât mean they couldnât be petty about it. They know it wasnât truly Thanatosâ fault, but they canât exactly take out their feelings on Hades. Thanatos just sighed.
âLook, Apollo. Iâm here to just talk about the pandemic.. but Iâm sorry. I couldnât st-â
Apollo hushed him with their hand. They know. They didnât want to hear about it, though.
âI know, Thanatos. But I canât help but be bitter about it.â
Silence. Apollo sighed, and turned to face Thanatos fully.
âAlright. Now what do you want me to help you with about the pandemic?â
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Eclipse: Chapter 31
Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Adventure Characters: Apollo, Hades We really are in the final stages now - only one chapter to go after this one! A few things still need tying up or addressing, as I know some of you have noticed - here's the bow to wrap around Asclepius' plot thread! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one! Â If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! <<Chapter 30
APOLLO XXXI
Punishment assigned The fate of Asclepius Let the healer heal
Apollo could not believe that heâd walked away from Zeusâ temper without facing any consequences. Having Hades â and, surprisingly, Poseidon â as active buffers between him and his father had helped, but that itself was new and, if he was honest, rather daunting.
He did not remember the last time anyone stood up for him against Zeus â or against anyone, really â while he was a god. Meg and his children, to say nothing of the rest of the demigods, had supported him far more than he had deserved during his mortal tenure, but to receive such support from fellow gods? Not even Artemis had ever placed herself as a true buffer before.
Then there was the Fatesâ interference. Apollo did not find himself overly surprised, in hindsight, that it was supposed to have been him and Hades that claimed the prophecy (not that that negated the fact that they had chosen to claim it, the Fates and free will worked in tandem despite their near-ultimate authority). While there were no doubt many different ways the prophecy could have unfolded, had they rejected it or the demigods claimed it first, there was one particular part that, with the knowledge of how it had come to pass, stuck out at Apollo.
Demigods did not bleed gold.
Gold passes through the shadow of death could have meant many things, but Apollo did not think it insignificant â or so easily altered â that the referenced gold had been ichor. Whose ichor it would have been, had Will and Nico taken the prophecy upon their own shoulders with a claim, Apollo would likely never know, but he suspected that it would still have been ichor.
He was, however, glad that the Fates had decreed that Bob would fight for Olympus â not that he was looking forwards to another war, or however it would come about, but because it meant that Bob would not fight against Olympus. It was a justification â they had been right to rescue to the titan, and not even Zeus could argue otherwise now that it had been so foretold. Apollo knew nothing about the implied war â there were snatches, of Bob bathed in ichor, and some of the gods besides, but nothing that he could see enough of to glean any information.
No indication of what the threat was, who they were defending Olympus from. Apollo wondered if the Fates were concealing it from him deliberately, or if his foresight simply hadnât latched onto anything relevant. Given that at least Bobâs involvement stemmed from his own actions, however, he suspected the Fates were at play. They didnât usually let him see his own future.
If they did, he would certainly have tried harder to avoid being turned mortal three times, no matter how educational the third had ended up being.
The Underworld was becoming something almost welcoming. Apollo had never thought heâd find the darkness, away from the sun, comforting, but after Tartarus â and with the knowledge that somehow Hades didnât hate him â it felt more like a safe haven. Maybe it was because that was what it had been for Will, even for Asclepius for the time being. Maybe it was because it was outside of Zeusâ jurisdiction and Hades had proven he bore him no ill will.
In the distance, the other side of Hades�� palace but nearer than the cries of the punished souls of the damned, Elysium glowed and Apollo found himself thinking back on the precious gift of goodbyes his uncle had bestowed upon him. The chance to see so many of his dead children one last time, to talk with them and tell them in no uncertain terms that he did love them, because in Elysium they were safe from anything that might otherwise try to target Apolloâs loved ones â it was a boon Apollo could never repay. Though only shades, their touches had been warm, firm hugs where theyâd been offered and gratefully received â and theyâd been happy.
Was there anything better than safe, happy children?
Speaking of safe children, Apollo was well aware that he owed Will and Nico an apology. He did not regret his actions in stopping them from going to Tartarus, but he knew that he had hurt them nonetheless. Willâs desperate, confused call for him when he had awoken, while Apollo had been nothing but a helpless and distant observer, stayed strong in his memory, alongside Nicoâs gaunt, tired countenance from being left alone with no company but his comatose boyfriend.
Still, Apollo remained a firm believer that comatose was better than dead, especially when it was a coma he knew would not unduly tax the sleeper. He hoped Nico at least agreed with that.
The dark shadows surrounding Nicoâs bedroom door peeled away at a gesture from Hades, and the door swung open soundlessly. There was no hesitation this time, no caution that one side of the door might offer a threat to the other (Asclepius might disagree, and Apollo was still worried about whatever punishment Hades intended on bestowing upon his immortal son, but for the demigods, at least, it held true).
Nico and Will were sat on the bed together, curled up in each otherâs embrace with their backs against the headboard. Neither was sleeping; the posture looked more defensive than relaxed, more comforting-
Oh.
It was Nico doing most of the comforting, Will mostly ensconced within the son of Hadesâ embrace despite one arm slung around his boyfriendâs shoulders almost as an afterthought, and while they were far more intimately tangled now, Apolloâs mind instantly jumped to two demigods dealing with a desperate, mortal god.
We were worried, Nico had told him then. Will especially.
Will was a healer, and also a worrier when he couldnât heal. Heâd been near frantic when Austin and Kayla had disappeared, for all that heâd followed his duty over his heart, and so terrified by Apolloâs mortal state that when he wasnât hiding it behind smiles and laughter at the absurdity of it all, he was reliant on Nico to communicate for him.
This looked a little bit like that, again, except this time when Will caught sight of him there was no hesitation, no uncertainty.
âDad!â he cried, pulling out of Nicoâs grip clumsily as the other demigod let him go without complaint, and then Apollo found himself with an arm full of teenage boy as Will threw himself at him in a full-body tackle. It was only because he was a god that Apollo was able to absorb the impact without staggering a step backwards â the mortal Lester would never have stood a chance. âYouâre back!â Delight warred with relief, and Apollo noticed that his son had started to glow faintly, either out of conscious delight or a subconscious reaction. Whichever it was, Apollo would treasure it forever.
Tell Will heâs not allowed to come here until his hairâs white with age, Lee had mentioned, almost offhanded except Michael had nodded with fierce agreement in his eyes. Apollo had no intentions of telling his son that he had been to Elysium, much less that he had spoken with his deceased siblings, but the sentiments were ones he could pass along one day regardless.
âI am,â he said, pushing down the words of the dead for the moment. There would be better times to say it, when they werenât all coming down from the emotional high of, well, everything to do with Tartarus and Olympus.
Nico seemed less appeased, his dark eyes raking over both of them and then the empty space behind them before locking onto Apollo like a heat-seeking missile (horrible things, normally, when driving the sun chariot which was by definition the hottest thing in existence, but from these demigods, Apollo found he didnât mind at all). âWhereâs Bob?â he asked, an undercurrent tone that told Apollo there would be trouble if Nico was ever given cause to believe the titan had ended up on the wrong side of Zeusâ temper and found himself the unlucky recipient of a one-way ticket back into Tartarus. âWhat happened?â
âBob is fine,â Hades assured his son, stepping into the middle of the room but going no further. âMy brother was not impressed with his rescue, but he is suffering Bobâs continued presence with grace, albeit bad grace.â
âBob has gone to reconnect with Percy and Annabeth,â Apollo interceded, sensing the potential for the conversation to alarm Nico. âHe will remain in the Overworld, where my father can see him at all times.â
âI bet he wasnât happy,â Will mumbled against Apolloâs chest, and he gently stoked blond locks.
âMy brother has forgotten how to be happy,â Hades commented. âOnly how to be paranoid. Regardless, this situation is resolved as far as Olympus is concerned, and Bob is permitted to roam freely, so long as he does not try to hide his movements from the gods.â
âFrom my uncle, you mean,â Nico muttered. No-one disputed his words.
âYou and William are free to go, now,â Hades continued, âshould you so wish.â
âWe are?â Nico seemed surprised at the sudden change, although Apollo suspected there was a note of bitterness in there, too. âTwo months of house arrest and now weâre just⌠free to go?â
âThe situation is resolved,â Hades repeated. âThere is no need for you to remain here unless you wish to.â His uncle, Apollo knew, would rather Nico stayed, but they all knew he wouldnât. Not as long as he had Will.
âIs it safe?â the Italian demigod pressed, but before Hades or Apollo could conjure an answer â what was the correct answer, when the prophecy was fulfilled and the quest was over but demigods were always inherently in danger simply due to their parentage â Asclepius shifted.
His godly son had been remaining on the periphery as much as possible, perhaps seeking to lessen Hadesâ punishment or even be forgotten about entirely, although given his willingness to respect how wronged Hades felt by his actions, Apollo doubted those were the reasons. More likely, he had simply had nothing of note to say until then.
âWill needs sunlight,â he observed. âI have done what I can to sustain him down here, but I can only conjure a bastardisation of our fatherâs light.â
âIâm fine,â Will muttered into Apolloâs chest, but Apollo shook his head, stilling one hand atop blond waves.
âAsclepius is correct,â he said slowly. âSunlight is important for all mortals-â he sent Nico a pointed look â-but especially my own children.â Will was both powerful enough to mitigate the need with his own innate light, and so powerful he needed it in a way that most of Apolloâs other children could get away without. It was no coincidence that Will had a subconscious habit of searching out the nearest patch of sunlight whenever he could, and being deprived of it for two months, it appeared, was doing his son no favours.
The coma, and the godly-conjured mortal foods supplemented with perhaps more ambrosia and nectar than was ordinarily advisable had not helped, either. Will was still healthy, yes, but Apollo could sense a slow fatigue settling in, likely so gradual that even Willâs own vitakinesis was failing to flag it as a concern. His son needed to return to the Overworld, and the sooner, the better.
From the expression on his face, Nico needed no further convincing, but Will was continuing his impersonation of a limpet with no signs of letting go, and Apollo sighed fondly.
âWill,â he began, stopping when the arms around him squeezed tighter. It was hardly a hinderance to a god, for all that Apolloâs memories of a mortal body and easily broken ribs were starting to flag up points of concern, but it was deliberate.
âDad, are you safe?â Will asked his chest, the words coming out muffled.  âYouâre not⌠going to be punished?â Even muffled, the painful fear in his voice was unmistakable, and Apolloâs heart ached.
âYou donât need to worry about me,â he tried to assure his son, but the tension in the teenagerâs frame wasnât easing at all. Part of Apollo began to regret how much he â and later, Asclepius â had impressed upon the demigods the reality of danger they had been in from Zeus. It was clear that Will had not only taken it seriously, but had also extrapolated it to the next, logical step.
In hindsight, it was the obvious mental step for his son to make â had Apollo not just spent the past six months mortal, at the merciless behest of his father, the same god he and Hades had again defied? Will had lived with half a year of not knowing where Apollo was, or what state he was in, and then another six months fretting over a mortal and very susceptible to the threat of death Apollo. He knew, now, in a way Apollo sincerely wished heâd never had the chance to realise, that Zeus was dangerous.
The worst thing was that Apollo couldnât, completely honestly, say that Zeus would not turn around once recovered from being corrected by the Fates and decide to punish him for going on the quest regardless.
âYour father will not be punished,â Hades said, a confidence in his words that Apollo just could not feel. âIt transpired that Bobâs release from Tartarus was the will of the Fates themselves. Not even my brother can argue with that.â
Zeus could. Apollo was certain of that, but Hadesâ words did what his own had failed to do and drained the tension from Willâs rigid frame until it was Apolloâs embrace keeping his son on his feet, rather than a righteous anger embroiled with fear.
Adjusting his grip accordingly, Apollo looked for Nico. The other demigod was stood barely an armâs length away, watching Willâs reactions with frustration â not with Will, not in the slightest, but at the combination of factors that had led to Willâs current situation â and worry. Apollo was reminded of the distraught demigod heâd presented the comatose body of Will to, and the gaunt, greasy-haired appearance heâd gained before Asclepius had woken his boyfriend, and the guilt bubbled up.
âIâm sorry,â he said, mostly to the son of Hades, but also to Will. Both demigods startled, Nico staring at him while Willâs head tilted up against his chest in confusion. Apollo squeezed his son tighter, a brief action so as not to crush him, but enforcing his regret. âI do not regret taking your place for one moment, and would do it again in a heartbeat,â he began, âbut the manner in which I did so hurt you â both of you â and that was never my intention.â
Will shook his head, burying his face back in Apolloâs chest once more. âI know you were protecting us,â he mumbled. âIt would have been nice to know what you were going to do, and maybe if youâd planned it better, but itâs okay, Dad.â
It was Apolloâs turn to shake his head, until a glare from Nico stopped him. âIt hurt,â the son of Hades said bluntly, never one to soften the blow, âbut it kept Will alive. I canât blame you for how you did it when it worked. Just donât do it again.â
His words were firm, but there was no anger in his voice, just raw honesty. Apolloâs shake of the head became a nod instead, accepting Nicoâs proclamation.
âI can do that,â he agreed gently. âNow, go. Take Will back to the Overworld.â
âI donât want to leave you,â his son mumbled, a performative squeeze driving his point home, but as much as Apollo was grateful for the chance to embrace his son, he was well aware that his son needed to leave, sooner rather than later.
If it was not for Asclepius, Apollo would have taken him personally, but he was conscious that Hades was keeping one eye on the younger god and that his much-stretched patience regarding the creation and use of the Physicianâs Cure was wearing thin. Perhaps he, too, just wanted to place the events of the quest behind them now.
âI will come and find you,â he promised. âThere are some affairs I need to get in order, first, but I will not be long.â
Will still didnât seem convinced, but Nico stepped forwards and put his hand on his boyfriend���s shoulder. âCome on, Will,â he coaxed. âLetâs get back to Camp; theyâll be wondering where we are.â
There were unshed tears in Willâs eyes as he eventually let himself be detached from Apollo, and Apollo couldnât help but give him another quick embrace. âI will see you again very soon,â he promised.
âIâll hold you to that,â Will replied, a spark of his stubbornness showing. âToday.â His tone brooked no arguments, and Apollo had none to give â nor did he want to. They still had things to talk about, but he knew Hades would not wait much longer to sentence Asclepius.
He watched as Will sank back into Nicoâs hold, the son of Hades wrapping an arm around him fully, before they melted into the shadows and disappeared.
Hades wasted no time in turning around and walking out of his sonâs room. There was no command, or other gesture, but it was clear that Apollo and Asclepius were expected to follow. Considering Nico was no longer present, it made sense to leave his room in peace, and Apollo trailed behind his uncle willingly, glancing sideways as Asclepius fell into step beside him.
His son seemed completely calm, despite the fact that Hades was leading them towards the throne room, where he would no doubt pass his judgement and inflict Asclepiusâ new punishment. Apollo wished he could be even half as calm as Asclepius, but despite the fact he and Hades had a far deeper, less antagonistic relationship than heâd thought possible, he also knew that Hades was still furious and offended by the repeated use of the Physicianâs Cure. The only concession Apollo had managed to wrangle was that Asclepius would not be returned to Tartarus, and in the face of Hadesâ anger, that didnât seem like anywhere near enough of a concession to keep his son safe.
âI broke my oath,â Asclepius reminded him suddenly, his voice low although not so low that Hades would not hear it clearly. The older god kept walking, however, seemingly willing to allow them conversation for the time being. âThe consequences are mine to bear, Father. Not yours,â he insisted, ânor do I believe Lord Hades would inflict them upon you regardless.â
âWith my nephew, punishing the child also punishes the father,â Hades said, not looking back as they entered the throne room and the god of the dead swept to the dais of his throne, gaining stature until he was once again a twenty foot god on a throne to match. âWhich leaves me with a quandary, as Asclepius is not being punished for your actions, Apollo, but I have no doubt you will blame yourself regardless.â
He sounded irritated at that fact, as though Apollo taking the rightful blame for giving Asclepius the ability to break his oath was foolish.
âThat being said,â Hades continued, tall and proud on his throne. Usually, Apollo would be of a height to match, but Asclepius had remained human-sized, and it was his sonâs side that Apollo needed to be, leaving them both looking up at the Lord of the Underworld. Hades still had the Helm of Darkness on his head, still wore the battle armour from Tartarus, much like Apollo did, and it made him look even more foreboding than usual â a stark contrast to the god that had been by Apolloâs side in the last throne room. âThe punishment should fit the crime.â
Apolloâs heart leapt up â the crime was reviving the dead, poetic justice would have some form of reversal in place, and what if Zeus wasnât the only god who knew how to strip anotherâs immortality? Hades was certainly powerful enough, if he so chose.
It also didnât escape him that Asclepiusâ Tartarus punishment had not fit the crime at all, despite being dispensed by the god of justice and order himself, and after Hadesâ near flippant responses to Zeus on Olympus, that seemed pointed.
His uncleâs next words dismissed the fear of mortality, but replaced it with a different dread, a tired dread, because Apollo had feared it all along. âIf you wish to heal the dead, then you shall do so,â Hades proclaimed, the dark flames of his eyes focused solely on Asclepius. âThe Fields of Punishment are full of souls that need constant repair. You shall reside there for as long as I deem it necessary, keeping any soul that needs it from complete destruction.â
Wasnât that the Phlegethonâs job? Apollo could not see the fiery river being pleased at being passed over for Asclepius. He could, however, see how it was a punishment to fit the crime, and knew that Hades would suffer no further protests from him.
He looked at his son, and was surprised to find him smiling. It was a small thing, but there was a light to his eyes that seemed completely illogical for someone sentenced to the Fields of Punishment. Then Asclepius bowed, not waiting for Apolloâs reaction.
âThank you for your mercy, Lord Hades,â he said. The god waved an imperious hand in his direction, dismissive.
âTalk to your father,â he said. âThanatos shall retrieve you shortly. I have duties to attend to.â Shadows crawled up the throne, and then he was gone.
Immediately, Apollo turned to Asclepius. âIâm sorry,â he said, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. âI couldnât do more-â
âFather,â Asclepius interrupted him, raising his hand. Stymied, Apolloâs mouth shut with a clack. His son was still smiling, brighter even than before. âThis is hardly a punishment.â
âYou are being sent to the Fields of Punishment,â Apollo reminded him. âIt is there in the name, Asclepius.â
His son conceded the point with a nod of his head, but did not lower his hand. âI am a physician, Father,â he said. âBut despite my ascension as a god of medicine at the behest of Grandfather, all too often I have sat helpless, unable to heal. We are forbidden from interfering with mortal lives, and the prayers for my aid have vastly reduced as time has marched onwards. You, the mortals remember, and name things for as it pleases them. But IâŚÂ It has been a long, long time since I have felt free, Father. What use is a god of medicine who is forbidden to heal?â
Disbelief began to well as Apollo started to realise what his son was getting at.
âHadesâ punishment allows you to be needed again,â he said, and suddenly the light in his sonâs eyes made sense.
âThe souls of the damned are no longer mortal,â Asclepius agreed. âIt is a punishment, yes, in that it is not my choice when or where or whom I heal, and that I am locked away from the mortals â and from your light, Father â but it is a greater mercy than I could have ever looked for.â
It was a kindness, in its own twisted way, Apollo realised. Asclepius was finally free of Zeusâ influence, as much as he ever could be, was protected from Zeus by the Underworld â and his fatherâs own ignorance at the change of his fate â and could heal without restraints. No wonder Asclepius saw it as a mercy.
Apollo reached out, resting a hand on his sonâs shoulder. âIâm still sorry you have to be punished at all,â he said. Asclepius gave him a small, lopsided smile, and despite the four thousand years between them, Apollo could see hints of Will in the expression, as though he needed a reminder that they were both his children, both kind hearted healers who thrived on helping people.
âI broke my oath,â Asclepius reminded him, not for the first time. âThere will always be consequences.â
Dark glittering eyes crossed Apolloâs mind, the rage of the Styx as he made and broke oaths in rashness not easily forgotten, for all that she seemed to have finally considered herself satisfied that his lesson was fully learned at last.
His shoulders slumped. âI know,â he breathed. âI am still sorry I put you in a position where you could break your oath.â
âIt was necessary,â Asclepius told him firmly. âI did not inherit your prophetic domains, nor any degree of foresight, but I do not believe the Fates would have permitted it were it not necessary.â
The Fates. Apollo had no more knowledge than any other about what the three ladies intended, or about the threads they wove. They rarely moved in blatant ways, preferring to spin their yarns in silence as mortals and immortals alike followed along, sometimes blindly and sometimes willingly. The future was fluid, changing with every decision that was made, but sometimes, there were points that would come to pass no matter how much they were fought against. Apollo had seen some occur before, hindsight clearing the haze of hidden knowledge, and had no doubt that there were more still to come, for all that he did not know what they were, or when they would come about.
âThe designs of the Fates are unknown even to me,â he said, a little ruefully, and Asclepius let out a short bark of laughter. It was a sound Apollo had not heard in four millennia, since his son was still a mortal learning the ways of the world, and hearing it brought tears to his eyes.
âNot even you know everything, Father,â his son said. âSometimes you have to join the rest of us in blissful ignorance of whatâs coming next. Like this.â
Apollo had hardly a moment to wonder what Asclepius meant before he found himself in a tight embrace, his sonâs chosen form just a little bit taller than his and Asclepiusâ face pressed into his hair.
âThank you, Father,â was whispered into his hair, as he wound his arms around his son in turn. âFor raising me, teaching me, and caring about me. I was truly a blessed demigod, and now a god. Even though we have barely seen each other in four millennia, I have never once doubted that you love me, and now we are reunited I am even more certain than ever of your love.â
âOf course I love you,â Apollo replied, the words instant and needing no thought at all. The welling tears overflowed, soaking into the shoulder of Asclepiusâ long, white doctorâs coat. âHow could I not?â
A voice cleared their throat, interrupting before he could say any more, or Asclepius could reply. Apollo raised his head to see Thanatos standing behind them, his dark wings folded neatly behind him. Gone was the pale, afraid god that had pulled them out of Tartarus; the god of death looked self-assured again, confident within his own realm.
âAsclepius,â the god said, glancing down at the sleek black iPad in one hand. His scythe was nowhere to be seen. âIt is time.â
Apollo didnât want to let his son go, not again after finally reuniting with him once more. There was so much more to be said, a flow of conversation still completely untouched, buried beneath the awkwardness of reuniting with a child who had matured four millennia since last they talked. Four millennia, at least, of conversation, and the future besides.
But Asclepius nodded, and slipped out of Apolloâs hold.
âGoodbye, Father,â he said. âI love you; may it not be four millennia more before we see each other next.â
Apollo whole-heartedly agreed with the sentiment, and Thanatos sighed. âLord Hades did not say anything about banning Lord Apollo from visiting, if he can withstand the pain of the Fields of Punishment long enough.â The words were flat and dry, but strange â if Hades did not say something, it was usually an unspoken expectation. He hadnât said that Apollo could visit, which was as good as saying that he couldnât.
Except for the way Thanatos had worded it, his tone dry but his words sarcastic in a way that sounded a lot like his uncle.
Confused, Apollo watched as Thanatos put a hand on his sonâs back, and steered him away. Behind him, the familiar dark streaked with lights and greys of his uncleâs essence coalesced.
âNot today,â Hades said as the other two gods left the throne room. âBut I will, on occasion, permit you to visit. This is not your punishment, and I am not my brother.â His uncle was mortal-sized again, still a touch taller than Apollo, but making no attempt to loom above him. The Helm of Darkness had gone, set aside wherever his uncle kept it when it was not on his head, and the battle armour had been shed, leaving Hades once more in his usual attire of the robes of the tormented dead.
Apollo wiped away the tears, aware that he could simply will them away, but preferring the mortality of the action. âThank you, uncle,â he said, heartfelt. It wasnât just for Asclepius, it was for Tartarus, and Will, and everything â almost everything, he had not forgotten their initial argument over Asclepius â that had happened since Hades had proclaimed that he would accompany Apollo in Nicoâs stead.
Apollo was well aware that he would never have succeeded in saving the demigods alone.
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honestly, i just think about the made-up friendship of thanatos and apollo
i don't remember how i got here but it's like. idk SYMBOLISM
i cannot be coherent about these two anyways, read my fics about them
#like actually how the fuck did this become my niche#the sad thing being that no one writes content because they have literally never interacted#pjo thanatos#pjo apollo#txny talks
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ergo, dum me amas, sic ad astra feres haec verba manet
This is the end of the war the Gaia Giant War which was painful it caused some almost the majority of Greek and Roman pantheon deities diffuse into 11 of the victims had been areas in Mars that was an unwanted change Ares had worked hard to get where his body had been before he was forced to basically as he saw it make a mockery of Mars's body and character.Now both Thanatos and Ares were staying at each other Ares drained tired and exhausted he looked like it was even to collapse from exhaustion right then and there he just looked done his hair once this reddish brown color slowly reverting into this gray peach and white color hair his scars on his face were now covered in bandages and he pleaded "how do you love me must have been an accident that you fell in love with me maybe when it eros arrows hit you, didn't it?"he sounded so tired slowed so deprived of rest he stumbled slightly as he reached out his hands which Thanatos caught in his own as he floated over to areas to hold him properly upright it hurt Thanatos to hear those words in his lover he had not been hit with one of those arrows not even close he went to embrace his lover's face in his right hand when he reassured lovingly "loving you was no accident no arrow being hit in my heart I love you for you Ares."with those simple words... Ares just cried he sobbed he lurched forward as his shoulders went higher than his own head as he just cried now embraced by the god of death both of them were covered in blood and quite dirty governing dirt sweat and tears and blood yet they embrace each other and Ares felt a kiss on his forehead "my warrior has returned home and that is the best." whispered Thanatos into his ear as he just embraced Ares.Ares felt his legs give out and when Thanatos looked panicked as he was beginning to hold Ares bridal style in his arms and then he heard the shouts of people signaling that there were two other people within the rubble of the war he saw and heard the familiar voices of Percy Annabeth Jason and Frank and he heard the sounds of bearded vultures screaming same with Turkey vultures mars was near help was here as he felt liquid staining his hands where he was holding Ares.medical help was on the way. he then whisperers are promised Ares who was unconscious "ergo, dum me amas, sic ad astra feres haec verba manet."
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Ahaha this is golden, I love it!
(Eclipse starts at the end of June but as for when it's going to finish... well, that would be telling~)
I'm not sure what month @tsarinatorment 's "Eclipse" take place but I think it would be funny if Persephone came back home at some point and stepped right into all of this chaos
alternatively:
Anyway go read "Eclipse" if you haven't yet, 10/10, peak fanfiction
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something something about nico needing to trust percy with his sister's wellbeing again when sending hazel off on the quest to alaska
#I drew this in 3 hours wow#considering that the nature of the quest is the freeing of thanatos it's kind of a mega Bruh moment#why is percy jackson taking my sister to free the guy who's job it is to make sure the dead don't come back alive#can't even give percy grief about it because the guy doesn't remember a damn thing#nico di angelo#percy jackson#hazel levesque#baye.txt#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo hoo toa#heroes of olympus#tw blood#nico di angelo fanart#pjo fanart#artists on tumblr#bayearts
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storylines about people falling in love with gods, yes, but also the hidden meaning of people falling in love with a personified concept.
sally jackson falling for the tumultuous sea and watching it pull away from her like the tide when she bore it a son. the largest parts of the planet she lives on, once a safe place, and yet she can never seek it out again.
zagreus falling in love with death itself, slowly over time, as he dies over and over, constantly returning just to fight once more. finding peace and love and home in death, as the god of blood and life.
gale dekarios falling in love with magic, constantly feeling like thereâs More and Never Enough. gale trying to complete the weave, to appease his lover, and being scorned in both regards. a wizard being punished by magic.
#itâs been awhile since i read pjo so bear with me#i just like metaphors a lot#and the falling in love with a god trope#thatâs Always a metaphor#gods#mythology#tropes#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#sally jackson#hades game#zagreus#thanatos#baldurs gate 3#bg3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep
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No thoughs, head empty, just Will solace trying to calm himself down the night before meet Hades (God of the dead ,the king of the underworld and his boyfriend's father) praying to any deity that wants to show some Mercy towards him because he's going crazy due to the anxiety
And then Thanatos pops outs of the nothing
For Will relief he hasn't died yet and Thanatos isn't here to collect his soul, but he's really confused right now, the death himself heard his prayers and now is here to... Have a talk with him??
turns out that the god in front of him is also Hades son-in-law and chose to give some advise to the new family's addition because he sympathises with the poor guy.
#This is a Macaria x Thanatos post#but ig and also works for thanzag in and Hades/pjo crossover#pjo#riordanverse#toa#will solace#Nico di Angelo#solangelo#underworld family#Thanatos pjo#thanatos#zagreus#thanzag#hades game#someone can make of this a one-shot ??#will solace hcs#will solace headcanon
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based off my fic which you can find here
#they're going to see Barbie#pjo apollo#pjo thanatos#lester papadopoulos#rrverse#trials of apollo#apollogists#apollo x thanatos#I have immense brainrot now
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for the duo thing, Apollo and Thanatos?
(I have a problem)
Hi Txny!!!
Specifically, one-sided pinning from Thanatosđ
#the oracle speaks#ask game#txny-dragon#ask and replies#asked and answered#thanatos x apollo#apollo#thanatos#the trials of apollo#pjo apollo#pjo thanatos#trials of apollo
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