#demeter! reader

[reicraft]

hiiii!! I just saw your post about Jason X child of Apollo and it was so good😭 🫶🏼 I was wondering if you could write about Jason again but maybe a daughter of Demeter and he trains her in sword fighting while he’s at camp halfblood and she’s teaching him some basics in gardening and they begin to gain feelings for each other?? thank you so much <3

Blossoming flowers

Demeter!Fem!reader x Jason Grace

A/N: Omg am so glad you like my other fic! And I hope you really enjoy this one as well. I maybe deferred a bit from the original request but hope you like it. <3

Contains: fluff, characters very occ, kind of fast paced sorry.

Word count: 3.3k

It was no secret to anyone that you had a big fat crush on Mark from the Ares cabin. You  constantly found yourself at the amphitheater, like a lovesick puppy in hopes to catch a glimpse of the son of Ares, drenched in sweat beating some random kid to a pulp. Even going as far as going to infirmary after capture the flag ready to nurse him back to health–even if you didn't have healing powers–you didn't hide your attraction. Maybe it was a Demeter thing to fall for hard-headed boys with egos higher than Zeus himself. Usually, you helped the satyrs with growing strawberries and keeping the camp green and filled with flowers. But after numerous attempts to grab Mark’s attention with spider lilies and anthuriums, only to find left to die (even if it took you days to grow perfect glowing red flowers for his sake). You decided on a new approach: impressing him with your fighting skills to show him you could be someone worthy of his father’s attention. 

That’s why you now found yourself on the training grounds, searching for a certain blonde. After Luke's departure, you were told Jason was the next best thing, knowing both Greek and Roman techniques that might catch Mark's eye. Jason was dripping sweat as he finished slicing a poor dummy, stopping to catch his breath and drenching himself in ice-cold water from his bottle. You weren't oblivious; he did look handsome like this, but he was no Ares boy. 

“I need your help Grace,” you interrupted his little show. He looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say. “How can I help you …” he seemed to be trying to remember your name, as if it was on the tip of his tongue, but you quickly finished his sentence presenting yourself “I’m Y/N L/N from cabin 4, and I need you to teach me how to use a sword,” you said, hands crossing in front of your chest as Jason still seemed stuck in though. 

“I think they have instructors in this camp for that, “ he said, confused at what was happening. Most of the campers here were friendly and cheery. You, on the other hand seemed the complete opposite, you were not rude, just slightly demanding and a bit mother-like. 

“I know but none can offer me what you have,” you replied, looking up and down at the boy. He seemed way too awkward for his good. It made you chuckle, seeing him become even more confused. “I’m not threatening you or anything,” you laughed. “I’m trying to impress someone. I need to learn from the best of the best to get his attention.” You started to blush at the thought of Mark. 

‘oh so she's doing this for a stupid crush’ Jason thought as he cleared his throat, bringing you back from your daydreaming. “Yeah I can help you, but at a price. I’m not cheap,” he said, expecting you to decline. Who would want to pay someone for sword lessons when they were free.? But he didn't know you were so desperate that you would pay him 500 drachmas just for a lesson 

“I'll make your cabin look presentable for inspections. How about that?” you asked, remembering how Miranda complained about how clean yet dirty the Zeus cabin was. It was like he tried but stopped halfway, landing Jason with dish duty a few times. How could he refuse an offer like this? Really, you would clean his cabin, and he only had to teach you sword fighting sounds like a win in Jason's book 

“Okay deal, but we can only practice after lunch and if I get put on dishwashing duty, the deal is off,” he said, holding his hand out. “Then I guess you’ve got yourself a deal, Grace,” you responded, shaking his hand. “I'll be at your cabin after breakfast before inspections. You'll forget that dish duty is even a thing.” You dropped his hand, walking back to the strawberries to work, leaving poor Jason still confused by the whole interaction.

You didn't lie when you said you would be there after breakfast. Your hair was down, and you wore the camp shirt with some denim shorts paired with your favorite trainers. Knocking on the door, you hadn't seen Jason at breakfast, so you assumed he slept in, something he tended to do. You guessed your slamming on the door woke the poor boy up as he opened the door, his glasses messily put on and with a severe case of bed head. 

“Took you long enough, inspections are in an hour” You pushed him aside, excusing yourself entering the cabin. Jason was still trying to wake up, annoyed that you just walked in like it was your cabin. “Oh, please come in thank you for waking me up,” he said sarcastically, closing the door. “Like I said inspections in an hour, and I said I would be here after breakfast. I don't lie, sparky. Nice pajamas, by the way,” you snickered. Jason didn't seem to like the sudden nickname as you started dusting off his nightstand. 

“What's with the nicknames? We only just met yesterday,” he questioned, grabbing fresh clothes to replace his current Superman pajamas, embarrassed by his current state. “Well, the nickname is staying, sparky, and correction you met me yesterday. I met you since you arrived at camp. You're famous among girls, Jason ". You continued to clean up the cabin. It was easy since he was the only one living here, so you wouldn't take long making this place sparkle, unlike your cabin. 

Jason couldn't help blushing at your words. What did you mean he was ‘popular’ among girls? He could consider himself more average really. He walked towards the bathrooms to freshen up a bit and change his clothes, finishing by adding some vases you bought with you, adding water to them and growing some beautiful blue stars and hibiscus effortlessly, placing them by the windows. You left the cabin before Jason could come out, escaping to your camp activities. 

Jason heard another knock as he rolled his eyes. It was probably whoever was doing inspections. He looked around seeing your work. You left the place spotless with flowers adding to the dull, pasty white cabin. It looked nice. “I’m coming in, Jason '' he heard a familiar voice say. At least it wasn't some random camper he didn't know this time. Piper opened the door stepping in with a scroll and pen “You better have cleaned this–” she cut herself off looking around. “Wow you did great. Oh my gods, are those flowers? They’re so beautiful!” She said, getting close to smell them. “You outdid yourself, Jason, You get a 4 out of 5.” Piper left as Jason stood there in shock, He really could get used to this. 

Now being lunchtime and finally relaxing after inspections, the Demeter cabin, of course, received a 5 out of 5. Still, the Aphrodite cabin had beaten you guys for shower privileges. You sat with the rest of your siblings, enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich with some apples, and your goblet filled with your favorite drink. As you ate away, starving from being out in the heat, you were interrupted by Miranda's stare. She kept looking at you up and down like you had something on your face. 

“Can I help you?” you said, looking back at her, confused at this random stare-off. “I heard from Drew that cabin 1 had flowers in it,” she said. “Um, thanks for the information, I guess,” you responded, getting back to your meal. “I thought you like Mark, not Jason” said Stev, chiming himself into the conversation. Now it seemed that all your siblings were interested in this random conversation. “Who said those flowers are mine?” “Nobody said anything about the flowers being yours,” Miranda rebutted. “Well, it was implied, and I still like Mark. I’m just doing Jason a favor,” you defended. You didn't enjoy the sudden interest in your life that your siblings seem to have. Of course, you love them, and you shared most information with them,but you just didn't find this to be relevant enough to be discussed at lunch. 

“Are you trying to make him jealous? I have to tell Sherman,” Miranda continued. “I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, so don’t rat me out to your boyfriend. I’m just being a friendly camper.” You technically weren’t lying. You just wanted to stop this conversation. It was none of their business if you gave another boy flowers. “Well, I'll drop this, but maybe it will help you move on from Mark. He doesn't seem that interested in you.” You loved Miranda, really , but you just wanted to eat in peace.

You stood up annoyed at your sister. “I'm not moving on, and I just wanted to eat peacefully. Thank you.” You stomped over, dropping the rest of your food in the pit, and walked towards the training fields. You half expected Jason not to be there yet, probably enjoying his lunch, yet it was Jason Grace; he was already there, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Aren't you going to get lunch?” You were starting to think this boy doesn't eat and only trains. “Already did,” he responded blandly, dropping the fake sword and flipping his shirt to clean off the sweat on his forehead. You could slightly see his abs turning around at the sight. “Thanks for the cabin,” he finally said, clearing his throat and making you look back “Yeah, well, now it's your time to hold your end of the deal.” Jason grabbed another wooden sword and walked closer to you, he handed you the sword. 

“Okay now show me how you hold it,” he said as you placed your hands on the handle, unfamiliar with it. You looked up at Jason as he judged your stance. He got behind you, wrapping his hands around yours and adjusting them. “You should hold it kind of like a tennis racquet. Place this hand here.” You were glad he couldn't see your face because you couldn't help but blush at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands. They felt so nice around yours that you wished they could stay there. You seemed to snap yourself back to reality at your train of thought, you were doing this for Mark, you reminded yourself. Jason backed away and grabbed his sword again 

“Once you have your hands like that, try swinging it like this,” he demonstrated the move with such ease, as if sword fighting was like breathing to him. You tried what seemed to be an easy move and failed. You frowned, thinking this was going to be easy. It's just a stick. How hard could it be? “It's fine if you don't get it the first time. You need to be one with the sword, feel the movements flow with the air, adapt yourself, and don't take your eyes off the target,” he said, demonstrating some moves on the dummies. Jason was a natural. He looked majestic moving with the wind, hitting the dummy again and again. He stopped looking back at you, your mouth was in awe, still holding your wooden sword 

“Yeah, Sparky, I’m quitting, this is too hard. You make it look so easy” you said, dropping the sword. “You're not quitting.It's not easy at first, believe me, but you'll get the hang of it. Trust me, just give it time. Now, grab that sword, starting from the beginning” you did he said. Now finally understand why people always were so sweaty after sword practice, as you kept repeating motions one after the other, following Jason's lead. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought, or maybe a certain blonde made things a little bit more bearable.

You would be lying if you said being with Jason wasn’t enjoyable. After several weeks of training with Jupiter's son, you would go as far as to say you guys are friends. You started to look forward to your little session after lunch, eating your food as soon as possible and leaving your siblings in the dust before they could ask any questions. It wasn't like this was a secret or anything, but you also were not vocal about Jason helping you, especially since it was supposed to be a surprise for Mark, or at least that's how it started.

 Over the past few weeks, Jason somehow knew how to tumble down your walls, your once harsh and sometimes rude demeanor falling. You found yourself laughing at his nerdy puns and craving the feeling of his hands on your waist as he corrected your form. But that's how friends feel about each other, right? Jason couldn't complain either, your presence brought a certain peace to his life, and he kept getting great shower slots, his cabin being decorated always with the most gorgeous flowers from salvia, bluebells, lobelias, hydrangeas, iris, and much, much more. Seeing every new flower brought a smile to his face, unlike a certain Ares boy, he took care of them. Your cleaning services evolved to gardening services as you taught him how to take care of each one properly or how to press them once dead. Jason had his little secrets in the corner of his small closet. He placed a box with every pressed flower you had grown for him, but that's what friends do, right?

Finding yourself in the strawberry fields working on the current order the ‘Delphi strawberry service’ had to fulfill, every time you found yourself growing plants or tending to them, you couldn't help but escape to your little world, concentrating on the feeling of the vines, the roots, and the way the wind blew. Everything was perfect as a small batch of strawberries started to materialize. 

“That's impressive,” a deep voice called. You swear your heart skipped a beat as a small bush of larkspur grew. “Gods, Jason, announce your comingings and goingings please,” you said, a hand over your heart, trying to calm it down. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” he laughed. “I didn't know that would happen,” he pointed towards the flowers, crouching down to touch them. 

“Yeah, Demeter kids can sometimes grow things when startled, their larkspur, July birth flowers,'' you explained, making them disappear, turning back your attention towards the strawberries. “My birthday is July,'' he said, frowning at the disappearance of the flowers. “Really? Didn't know that." Lies, you did know that Jason's birthday was in July. You knew why those flowers popped up, but he didn't need to know that. “I’m busy, sparky. Do you need anything?” That once annoying nickname came to grow on him, the sound of your voice was like honey to him, so sweet he couldn't get enough. 

“First I want you to make those flowers again, and second, I wanted to ask you for advice,” he said, starting to whisper the last part. You continued looking at the strawberries, using your other hand to create a small batch of larkspurs, Jason gently grabbed them, handling them with surprising care.  

“Cabin 6 is that way if you want advice,” you pointed towards the cabins with your free hand, now picking some strawberries off, staking them in green crates. “Yeah, no, this is more of a Demeter question than an Athena one,” he said, peeling his eyes off the flowers and looking back at you. “You see, I think this girl is cute and I want to make a bouquet for her,” he said, averting his eyes, getting nervous all of a sudden. You didn't expect him to ask you for such a favor, this girl must be perfect for Jason to want to do such a grand gesture, but you also didn't expect to feel so jealous about this girl. 

“I think this is more of a Cabin 10 thing, maybe you should ask Piper,” you said, like venom spilling out your tongue as petunias began to replace small daisies that lay on the ground. 

“I already talked to Piper, and she said I should talk to you,” he responded, not noticing the small circle of flowers that surrounded you now. Getting up, ready to walk away from this conversation, you looked back at Jason. “Get her Azaleas, girls like those.” Correction. You liked those. You didn't understand your current rage of jealousy. You liked Mark, Jason was just a friend nothing more. You walked away before he could say anything else, heading directly towards the training grounds. Now that you seem to be decent with a sword, it was quite relaxing to destroy dummies when you had these fits of rage. 

“Not half bad, Y/N,” spoke a voice. You tensed up, directing your attention towards them. “Oh hi, Mark.” You couldn't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but still, for some reason, you didn't feel a storm of butterflies like you did before. 

“I miss the flowers, you seem to be avoiding me,” he said, fake pouting. More like you miss the attention, you thought. “Well, I've been busy lately,” you replied, trying your best to look everywhere but his eyes. He seemed to smirk, at his seeing the effect he had on you 

“I've seen you with that Zeus boy. If you needed help with a sword, you could've just asked me,” he racked his hand through his hair, getting closer to you. You should’ve been happy that Mark finally seemed to notice you, but it just felt wrong. You wanted Jason to be there. 

“She's quite happy with her current teacher,” Jason quickly slung his arm around your waist ,pulling you closer to him. Mark scoffed, turning his ego crushed into pieces. “I thought you liked him, you looked kind of uncomfortable there,” Jason said letting you go once Mark left. You missed the warmth of his arm. Gods, you think you like Jason. You couldn't say you were surprised. After spending some time sparing, bodies full of sweat colliding with one another, or how he touched you to correct your form, hands lingering a little more than they should. 

Your eyes were stuck on Jason's, blue just like morning glories. Then they traveled down to his lips. Gods, this boy was making it impossible to form words. Completely unaware of your racing thoughts, you said, “I think I like this other guy,” stepping closer. You didn't know what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn't be left looking like a fool. 

“Oh really?” He sounded sad, even frowning a bit. “I’m sure he's handsome,” Jason tried to act interested in this new information, but he could not help but feel equally as jealous. Couldn't you see how much he liked you, how even agreed to this whole thing because you had caught his eye? 

“Yeah, he's handsome, good with a sword. It's kind of hot seeing him practice every day,” he said, stepping closer to Jason as he just stood there, not knowing what to do. It always made you laugh at how awkward he could be at times, not knowing what to do or how to act. 

“Whenever he uses glasses it makes him look cuter. It makes me want to stare into his eyes forever” Not going to lie, that made you cringe, but this whole situation was making you cringe. Wrapping your hands around his neck Jason couldn't help but smile, finally understanding where you were going with this. You instantly pulled him down, your lips colliding finally as you felt him smile into the kiss. 

“I think he likes you too” he whispered, your faces are so close. “Thought you liked another girl, one that you wanted to give flowers to,” Jason instantly facepalmed himself. Even after kissing and confirming his feelings, you stayed as dense as ever. 

“Yeah Y/N I like you. I wanted to give flowers to you,” he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you in for another kiss. “Meet me after the campfire in my cabin?” he said. “It's a date,” you smiled, pulling back again for another kiss. 

[apricot-blossomss]

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).

[thepigeonhasapen]

Finding Them When They're Trapped: Olympian Edition (NSFWish)

(I promise I'm working on requests but the horny bug bit ok)

🩷Aphrodite🩷

"Oh, darling, I'm afraid something simply tragic has happened. One of my suitors has taken advantage of me and left me like this!"

"...In your own bedchamber?"

Aphrodite waves a hand. As well as she's able to with the short chain connecting it to the bedpost anyway. "Sweetheart, it's sex. We don't need to apply logic to it."

"...I see." You sit next to Aphrodite, admiring the way the restraints draw her body into long, smooth curves. She wriggles in her chains, a deliberate enticement. An enticement too is the way she's looking at you, lashes fluttering and eyes locked sweetly upon your own.

"As I was saying..."

"Yes, yes, a horrible man left you tied to a bed and now I'm here to take advantage of that fact?"

"You do catch on quick, my dear."

⚔️Ares⚔️

Ares does not think this is funny. Unfortunately for Ares it is objectively pretty funny.

He glares at you from the bed, squirming against his chains. "Stop laughing and let me loose."

"I can't believe Aphrodite just left you like this!" You giggle. "I'm pretty sure she just straight up forgot you were here actually."

You can tell Ares is positively fuming about the whole thing. The headboard creaks as he yanks at the cuffs, but all the furniture upon Olympus is far too durable to break that easily. He glares at you once more and then sighs.

"Will you please set me free? I have something I wish to discuss with our dear Aphrodite."

Aphrodite has been so kind as to leave your favorite god naked, and you take advantage of this by resting your hand on his groin. You don't miss the sharp intake of breath when your skin touches his own.

"But it would be such a shame to let you go when I already have you here like this."

"I... be that as it may, I-" Ares's pupils blow wide with lust as you swing onto the bed to straddle his lap.

"Aphrodite isn't going anywhere. And-" You laugh. "Neither are you apparently."

"I suppose... my evening might still be salvageable after all."

🏹Artemis🏹

How embarrassing... to get caught in one of her own traps. Artemis is never going to live this down if anyone finds out about it. Too late for her, though, you've already found out about it.

"It's not funny! I just forgot where I set it, okay? Now let me down so we can both forget this ever happened."

Perhaps Artemis might be more intimidating if she wasn't blushing so fiercely. Oh yeah, and hanging upside-down by her ankle from a tree branch. That too.

"So if you're the prey, what's hunting you then? A deer? A bunny?"

You didn't think it was possible but Artemis blushes even harder. "Yeah, yeah, just get me down."

"Deal... but in exchange for not telling anyone about this, you'll owe me."

If looks could kill, not only would you be dead, you'd have been vaporized from existence. You start to walk away. "Or I guess you could just wait for somebody else to come by... Hermes, maybe?"

It doesn't take long for Artemis to break. "Okay, okay, deal! Now cut me loose before somebody sees."

As you're helping her down, Artemis shoots you another dirty look. "You’re just lucky I've got a soft spot for you."

🦉Athena🦉

One of the last places you expect to find Athena is stuck in a hole in the ground, but here you are. She looks up at you, visibly relieved to catch sight of you.

"Hail, Y/N. It would seem the Lady Artemis is leaving her pit traps strewn about the grounds. Again. I really must have a word with her about it. But first I require your assistance."

"Oh yeah? I hope you're not expecting me to carry you out of that hole." Look, Athena's like twice your size. You love her but it's just not gonna happen.

"No, nothing of the sort. If you could run to Hephaestus's workshop and fetch a ladder..."

You sit down at the edge of the hole, elbows resting on your knees. "I might do that. But to be honest, it's kinda hot seeing you be bested every once in a while."

"I was not bested. This was no battle of wills. This was my foolish half-sister being careless once again."

"Still... you being trapped is kinda doing it for me."

Athena sighs. "If you fetch me a ladder, I swear I will let you tie me up to your heart's content. Do we have an arrangement?"

"Done."

And you can't wait to take her up on that.

❄️Demeter❄️

"I'm going to kill that wretched foster brother of mine. We'll see if he can still throw his precious lightning bolts when he's encased in ice."

You've stumbled across Demeter cuffed to the railing of her balcony. You don't quite know what happened, but Zeus had something to do with it from the sounds of it.

"He told me I ought to get more sun! That it would be good for me! Put a smile on my face! Pah, as if there's anything to smile about upon this blasted mountain."

"Ahem," you say.

Demeter softens. "Ah... my apologies. Of course you give me cause to smile quite often."

"Would it make you smile if you said you looked cute in those cuffs?"

Demeter doesn't look in the slightest bit amused. "It most decidedly would not."

"Ah."

🍇Dionysus🍇

Dionysus had asked you to meet you in his vineyard but how strange, he doesn't seem to be here. Well, since you're here, you may as well look around. As you wander deeper through the plants, you hear rustling and the sounds of someone struggling.

He looks almost sheepish when you find him, half-buried in foliage with rogue vines twined around his limbs.

"Hey, so uh... there may have been a little... incident. Would you mind maybe lending a hand?"

"Don’t you have control over grapevines?"

"...These are special grapevines, yeah?"

And how kind of the vines to splay him out so beautifully. And to let him take off his cape first. And that all of his usual retinue is conveniently absent.

Dionysus shivers when you run a hand down his muscled chest. "And how exactly am I meant to help you if even a god as powerful as you can't set yourself free?" You stop just above where you're certain he wants you to touch him. "Shall I fetch someone to help?"

Dionysus whines when you remove your hand. "You’re such a damn tease, man! Just have your way with me already."

"I'm a tease? I'm not the one who's tied myself up in hopes of being ravaged."

"If you want we can switch places." Dionysus offers playfully.

"Hmm. Maybe later." You think you're gonna pass this up? Not a chance.

🪽Hermes🪽

You didn't expect to find the Messenger of the Gods tangled in a bunch of vines, but to be perfectly fair you're pretty sure he didn't intend for you to find him like that either.

"Oh, hi there, boss. I seem to have encountered a spot of trouble here but don't you worry, I'll be out in a jiffy."

He squirms, trying to free himself, but he's really just making the problem worse. Something he soon figures out when he sighs and looks helplessly at you.

"Don’t suppose you'd care to lend a hand?"

"Haha, oh alright," you manage through your giggles. "Hold on just a moment."

"Kinda can't do anything else," he points out.

You wade into the bushes, reaching for the vines that ensnare his wrist. Unfortunately, there's a bit more of them than you bargained for. One catches on your foot and you go tumbling forward, knocking both you and Hermes to the ground.

"Shit, sorry!"

But Hermes doesn't look as bothered as you thought he would. It's probably because your hand has landed squarely on his groin. You hadn't quite been sure if he was blushing before, but now he most certainly is.

He's not quite looking at you as he says, "You know it would really be a shame for you to let an opportunity like this go to waste, you know."

...He makes a valid point.

🔱Poseidon🔱

"Damn that blasted nephew of mine! I swear when I catch him, I'll- oh hello, dear! Would you mind helping your favorite sea god out of the predicament he's found himself in?"

You laugh. You can't help it; Poseidon looks absolutely ridiculous looking at you upside-down from the floor. Somehow he's ended up wrapped head to toe in chains, his arms pinned behind his back and his legs bound firmly together.

"What happened here?"

"That good for nothing nephew of mine, Hephaestus swore to me that he'd created chains so powerful that nothing could break them! I, of course, had to put such notions to rest. Nothing can overpower the might of the sea! Anyway, I uh..."

"So you let Hephaestus do this to you?"

You've never seen Poseidon look quite so flustered. "I, er... well, we don't need to linger on the past. Why don't you set me free and we can both go out to a nice dinner?"

"Not a chance, sea god." You drop to the floor beside him, greedily taking advantage of a sight you so rarely get to see. The might of Poseidon, bound. And looking quite handsome in his chains if you do say so yourself. "I think I've got a better idea than dinner."

It doesn't take Poseidon but a moment to catch your drift. "Ha! You best take advantage of the moment then because I don't imagine it'll be happening again."

Maybe. Or maybe Hephaestus will let you borrow these chains from time to time...

⚡️Zeus⚡️

It's funny... this situation that you've found Zeus in almost seems... familiar.

"Curses! Damnit... that blasted, darn Hephaestus... and my foul brother. I shall have both their heads for this, I swear..."

"Whatcha doin'?"

You've never seen the King of the Gods blush before. And certainly not so fiercely. "I um... well, I've run into a spot of bother. And it is entirely the fault of that wretched brother of mine. He insisted that these chains were unbreakable. Naturally, I had to show him the error of his ways. None can stand against the power of the heavens!"

Well, apparently being a cocky, arrogant idiot runs in the family. You drop to a crouch beside him, unable to keep the amused grin off your face. "And how's that working out for you?"

"Yes, yes," he huffs, "I can have a sense of humor like any other. You've all had your laugh. Now let me loose."

You reach down and squeeze between his legs, just enough that Zeus's eyes start to go hazy. He won't get mad at you for the imposition; he thinks far too much with his cock for that. "Oh, but I never get to top."

Zeus looks as if he's already having trouble formulating words. "Well... maybe just this once..."

Once? Not if you can help it.

[cece693]

Hear me out percy jackson x demeter reader what if reader got kidnapped too by Luke just like Hades but reader doesn't like Luke an let me tell you percy and demeter ARE GOING WILD the crops are all dead and the water is going crazy

That's all thank you!

YOU TOOK THE WRONG PERSON

pairing: percy jackson x son of demeter

You were never meant to be part of the prophecy. You weren’t a warrior, not in the traditional sense. You could make vines grow through concrete, calm wild animals with your voice, and coax life from dry earth—but a fighter? No. You weren’t supposed to be on the battlefield.

But you were Percy’s.

And that made you a target.

They took you in the night—Luke and his followers. You fought, of course you did. You thrashed and shouted and lashed out with roots and thorn-covered whips, but Luke had planned this. He used celestial bronze nets soaked in hydra venom to dull your magic, and even as you screamed Percy’s name, the earth couldn’t reach you. Your mother couldn’t reach you.

At least, not yet.

Camp Half-Blood woke up to wilting gardens. Strawberries shriveled on the vine. Roses blacken mid-bloom. The Demeter cabin is on its knees, their prayers unanswered, the soil refusing to listen. But that’s only the beginning. Because when Percy finds out, when Chiron breaks the news that Luke took you,—“We think he intends to use them as leverage. You’re close, and their connection to the seasons—”

Percy’s already gone.

He doesn’t scream. He doesn’t shout. He just leaves, a storm trailing behind him. Quite literally.

The skies turn black. The ocean begins to surge unnaturally, even in places far from Poseidon's domain. Water floods subway systems and overflows dams. Rain won’t stop. Thunder pounds the clouds like a war drum. And Demeter? She’s not idle, either.

“My son,” she says, her voice brittle as frost. “Taken like Persephone. But this time, I will not weep. I will rage.” She refuses to bring spring. Crops fail. Vineyards rot. Fields across the globe dry into brittle husks.

Humanity begins to notice. But none of that matters to Percy.

He would tear the world apart ocean by ocean if it meant getting you back.

Meanwhile…

Luke tries to manipulate you, playing the old card of, “They don’t care about the truth, only the prophecy,” and, “You and I could be so much more.”

You stare at him like he's soil that refuses to grow. “You’re not Hades,” you spit. “You don’t get to play villain and still act like you’re in love with the world you’re trying to destroy.”

“You think Percy will come for you?” Luke mocks, cruel. “He’s a pawn of Olympus.”

You stare at him, the pain in your wrists forgotten, your breath catching not from fear but fury. Your voice is soft when you speak, but every word lands like the crack of roots splitting stone.

“No,” you say, gaze locked and unflinching. “That’s where you keep getting it wrong. He’s not a pawn.” You lean forward, eyes sharp with something ancient, something your mother passed into your bones like wildseed. “He’s the storm. He doesn’t take orders—he makes the sea rise.”

Luke falters—just for a second.

“He’ll come for me,” you continue, your voice calm, almost pitying, “not because the gods told him to. Not for Olympus. But because he loves me. And you? You wouldn’t know what that kind of loyalty looks like if it strangled you in your sleep.”

The silence stretches. You feel it in the walls—the faint tremble of far-off water

“You’re not a god,” you finish. “You’re just a boy playing tyrant in someone else’s war.” And that’s when the walls groan. Dust rained from the ceiling. Somewhere above, something—no, everything—shifts.

Luke’s smug smile finally cracks. “What did you do?”

You blink slowly. “I didn’t do anything.” You tilt your head, listening. “But the tide’s coming in.”

And then it hits.

The far wall of the chamber explodes inward, not with fire—but with water. Pressurized and howling like a leviathan. It floods the corridor, swallowing Luke’s guards in seconds. Vines as thick as tree trunks burst through cracks in the floor and lash out like serpents, tearing down pillars, choking weapons from hands, dragging the unworthy underground.

And then—him.

Percy stands in the breach. Soaked to the bone, blood trailing from his temple, celestial bronze blade clenched so tightly in his fist it creaks. His sea-green eyes land on you, and something ancient and wild ripples behind them.

“Get away from him,” Percy says, and there’s no room for argument. His voice booms like waves against cliffs. “Now.”

Luke draws his sword. “You won’t make it out of here with him,” Luke hisses. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“You already lost,” Percy growls. “The ocean doesn’t ask permission.”

And suddenly he’s moving—the kind of speed you don’t see, only feel. Water blasts forward in a crashing spiral, knocking Luke off his feet. The two clash in a blur of silver and blue. You watch helplessly, shackled, vines too exhausted to respond—but the earth is listening again. You whisper low, coaxing the stone, and slowly, steadily, the roots obey.

Chains snap. Your arms fall limp at your sides, burning—but free. Just in time to see Luke flat on his back, sword flung from his grasp. Percy doesn’t strike the killing blow. No. He plants a foot on Luke’s chest and points Riptide at his throat. “You hurt him. You took him."

Percy’s voice trembles—not from weakness, but from holding back the kind of wrath that could shatter continents. “You tried to break the world by using the person I love most as bait.”

Luke sneers, though he’s pinned. “Still think you’re a hero? You’ll never stop it—Kronos is coming. You’re just another demigod in the meat grinder, Jackson.”

“Maybe,” Percy says, eyes burning. “But I’m the demigod who’s still standing.”

He doesn’t kill him—not out of mercy, but defiance.

Instead, he lets the earth have him.

Vines snap from the ground, curling around Luke’s limbs, dragging him down like an ancient punishment—the wrath of Demeter herself. The floor cracks, soil groaning, and the last thing Luke sees before darkness claims him is Percy wrapping you in his arms.

Percy collapses to his knees beside you, arms instantly pulling you in. He smells of salt and blood and ozone, the sharp scent of a storm that finally passed. “I’m here,” he breathes. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

You sag against him, the adrenaline finally fading. “You came.”

“Of course I did,” Percy says, almost incredulous. His voice cracks at the edges. “I’d flood the world if that’s what it took. You think gods scare me? You think fate scares me?” He cups your cheek, thumb brushing over the grime and dried blood. “Losing you—that’s the only thing that terrifies me.”

You lean into the touch. “You scared the plants.”

He laughs wetly, eyes still shining. “You scared the sea.”

[kupidachillea]

so I’ve been trying to work on a design for the reader (aka you guys) for my Olympians x You series . I want to try and make the body look as androgynous as possible so everyone can be included so more gender neutral ig or something. But I also want to try and ‘hide the face’ too so you guys can try and picture yourself in it more.

I’m only really doing this because I need a solid design for the clothing because I imagine the Olympians would doll you up and dress you in the finest of jewels and silks. So this is what I got so far. I sort of like the idea of a veil.

UPDATED:

I’m sorry if it looks too feminine. I’ll gladly make more designs if anyone has any suggestions. But I really like the idea of a the veil and the Olympians just decking the reader(you) out in jewels and all that.

[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.

[nosyp]

Crowned by Desire (series)

A/N = I'm not naming chapters🙄, u get brief 2-6 word summaries

Pairing = Greek Gods x reader

AO3 Link

Summary = Pulled into the realm of the gods, you become their newest obsession. A mortal plaything in their twisted games of power and desire. But you refuse to break, even as the gods conspire to make you theirs.

Chapter 1 - Meeting them

Chapter 2 - Mysterious lady

Chapter 3 - An escape?

Chapter 4 - Percy, save me!

Chapter 5 - Failed attempt

[livlaughloveluke]

ᡣ𐭩 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸

daughter of demeter! reader x luke castellan 🌿

IN WHICH.. the “best friends” of camp half-blood maybe wanna become a little more..

warning! this fic contains: fem!reader // use of y/n

🎧- lovesick by laufey

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Camp Half-blood was illuminated by gold streaks casted from the early morning sun. Light seeped into Cabin 4 through the window, painting the room with warm hues of yellow and orange. The bright rays were a natural alarm, gently waking you from your warm sleep. 

As the covers slipped off your skin with ease, you carefully tiptoed out of the twin bed to close the blinds. Young campers softly snored, and you couldn’t help but smile at their blissful state. Grabbing the rough fabric, you quietly pulled the two pieces together, blocking any more sunlight from startling your siblings.

Sleep still threatened to drag you under, so you slipped on sandals and trudged towards the kitchen, eager to get a warm cup of coffee, or really anything to help you wake up. 

Outside was fairly silent, contrary to the rowdy and noisy afternoons that typically filled the camp. The only ones awake were boisterous birds, who sung an enchanting song, and a few other counselors who were busy setting up  for the day. 

Your steady steps carried you to the small camp kitchen, where snacks littered the room as a reward for the effort of the counselors. A small jet black coffee maker stood on the counter, with Luke Castellan lingering next to it, facing away from you. Your presence went unnoticed by him, and you watched as he swiftly picked up two steaming mugs.

He slightly jumped at the sight of you, surprised by your hushed entrance. 

“H-Hey. Made you your coffee.” He said, reaching out to awkwardly hand you one of the energizing brown liquids. You delicately giggled at him for his initial fright, and accepted the sweet gesture.

“Thank you. Excited for today’s activities?” You asked, taking a sip of your toasty drink. Today, Hermes and Demeter Cabin were partnering up for a lazy day doing arts and crafts and indoor activities. The kids spent the past week relentlessly training, working hard from dusk till dawn, so an easy day was needed.

“Any time I get to spend with you is exciting.” Luke replied, smirking, before realizing how that sounded and backtracking. “I- Uh, I didn’t mean it-“ 

You laughed again, quickly cutting him off.

“I know what you meant. See you at eight.” You turned away, teasingly bumping his shoulder. 

“See ya.” He whispered out, pursing his lips and doing a slight nod as he witnessed you sauntering away. 

You and Luke had been close friends since the beginning. He arrived with Annabeth and Grover, confused and broken by the world. Luke never wanted to be a demigod, to lose Thalia. It was all too much for him.

But then you passed by in the infirmary, practically radiating a positive energy. You smiled at him, a genuine smile, with your nose scrunching up and your eyes nearly closing, before going to chat with some Apollo kid.

You were selected to give him and Annabeth a tour later that afternoon, presumably for your friendly and charming personality that seemed to lure people in. Luke got to observe your perfection firsthand as you helped the his sister adapt to the new surroundings, sweetly showing her everything to love about camp.

Luke followed you around like a lost puppy, mesmerized by your every move. With every step you took, luscious flowers blossomed, creating a beautiful scenery. Not to mention, the kids looked up to you so dearly, with the way you patched their nearly invisible cuts and grew them tulips on their worst days. 

The sad reality was you were more of a mother to them than their biological parents, even if you were only fourteen at the time. You did your best to make them feel “normal,” to let them live a glorious childhood that you were never granted. 

In those five years after his arrival, you became close as ever. Whether it was spending time basking in the strawberry fields or splashing around in the lake, you spent every minute together, your bond stronger than any weapon forged in Olympus. You laid by him on those restless nights before he got claimed, and after, too. And when you had a small cold, he went full Apollo-mode and spent hours glued to your side until you felt better. 

However, there was one teensy issue. Luke was hopelessly and utterly in love with you. Every one saw the way he gazed at you a little too long and with a little too much love in his eyes for just a friend.

Well, all noticed except you. The poor boy thought you weren’t interested, but the reality was your concept of love was so twisted and blurry that you had no clue what “love” even looked like. 

So, both you and him stayed silent, hoping one would realize eventually, and end this torture of a situationship.

Which brings us back to now, a cool and humid lazy morning with the campers, lounging on the few picnic tables decorated outside Hermes Cabin. Luke watched as you sat with your (and his) siblings, carefully threading pearly pink beads on a flimsy string. You laughed as you talked to the young children, making sure they were all included. The sun brightened your features, making you appeal heavenly. And your eyes twinkled with curiosity as a little unclaimed kid ranted on about some silly story.

“Dude, you’re staring again.” Chris chimed in, raising his eyebrows as he continued to paint navy shades of blue onto a rock.

“Shut up. Aren’t you whipped for Clarisse?” Luke sarcastically asked.

“If anyones whipped here, it’s you. How long have you liked her now? Can’t you just tell her already?” He was quick to return the sassy attitude, remaining unbothered by his friend’s remark.

“It’s not that simple, you know that. What if she doesn’t like me back and-�� He tried to ramble on, negative thoughts swallowing him whole. Luckily, Chris was there to pull him out of his own mind with yet another dumb comment.

“Damn. I knew you weren’t Athena’s son, but I didn’t know you were that clueless.”

“What?” Luke questioned, slightly offended.

“How many guys has she dated since she met you?”

“None. But I don’t see how this really relates-“

“And how many have asked her out?”

Luke paused for a second. There was Ethan from Ares, who tried asking her on a date a week ago, but she declined. Or Jack from Aphrodite, who, let’s be real, was the most attractive boy in camp, but she rejected him, too.

Chris took his silence as a victory. “Exactly.” He retorted.

“Whatever.” Luke shrugged, hopping up to sit by you. You scooted to your left, making room for him instantly. Cheers erupted from the campers as they saw their (second favorite) counselor.

“Luke! Y/N told us that you still snore when you sleep!” One of them pipped out, sending the rest of the minions into a giggle fit. Luke took a dramatic gasp in, placing a hand on his heart to pretend he was hurt.

“I do not!” He yelped, making the younger laugh even harder. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched the kids joke around.

“I can’t believe you would betray me like that!” He said to you, trying to fake upset, but the huge grin on his face said otherwise.

“I mean, am I wrong? You are the loudest sleeper I’ve ever met!” You reply, grinning.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks the other way, and before you can say anything, a voice cut you off.

“Hey! Luke, Y/N!” A blond Apollo child shouted from afar, gently jogging while approaching them. They shifted their attention, prepared to fulfill whatever task presented.

“Chiron needs you in the office. New kid arrived. They said his name was Percy or something?” He finished, jogging away, most likely to get back to the infirmary.

The leaders looked back at their older friend, wondering if he could cover while they helped this newcomer out. 

Chris gave a thumbs up, signaling he could watch them for a few minutes. 

You and Luke playfully danced around one another on the short stroll, talking about anything and everything while you walk through the woods.

Soon, you reached the open building, the stain glass windows casting a colorful glow. You peer inside to see a blond teen, looking around twelve years old, arguing with Dionysius.

“Peter Johnson is here!” The drunk croaked out, and the two counselors made sure to swoop in. 

“Percy, Right?” You said, slightly a little too enthusiastic for 8am on a Tuesday morning.

“Yeah. At least someone around here can get my name right.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Sorry about that. He can be a little.. chaotic. I’m Y/N, counselor of Demeter Cabin, and this is Luke, counselor of Hermes Cabin. We can give you a tour, if you want.” You explained, gesturing towards Luke who gave a friendly smile.

“Yeah, sure.” The blond boy replied.

-

“And this is Hermes Cabin, where you’ll be staying.” Luke exclaimed, pointing to the rough looking room.

“Uh, no offense, but why am I staying here?” Percy asked, disgust lingering in his words as he stared down the messy bunks.

“Uh, Offense taken. First of all, we’re definitely the best cabin of all time. And all unclaimed campers stay here, along with children of minor Gods.” The brunette said.

“Hate to break it to you Luke, but Demeter absolutely solos your Cabin.” You cut in, mouth letting out a ‘tsk’ sound. 

“Slow your roll there. Your cabin may be neat, but the amount of plants in there is slightly concerning.” Luke joked, you and him now unknowingly engaged in your own little conversation.

“It’s better than your pig pen!” You shouted, your sweet laugh echoing throughout the area.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He replied, and Percy took a step back, running into an older teen, staring at the “friends” who were flirting right before everyone.

“Do they always act like this?” He asked, referring to their nonstop conversations, and their slight physical touch. Your fleshy fingers were somehow always grazing his calloused skin. 

“Always. It’s sickening.” Chris replied.

“Agreed.” Percy sighed out, as Luke looked back at the two. They both gave an encouraging look, telling him to shoot his shot. 

“Hey, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted to go out to the lake tonight? Just us?” He asked you, throat going dry and knees threatening to buckle as he fidgeted with his thumbs.

“I’d love too, Luke.” You replied, blushing as you swayed nervously.

“Great! It’s a date! Unless you don’t want it to be-“ He was quick to start, but you briefly interrupted.

���I’d like that.” 

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MASTERLISTS 𓏲𝄢 REQUEST / TALK TO ME 𓏲𝄢 RULES

[dxrlingluv]

Not sure if this counts as Epic but more like Greek Mythology, but Hades and Persephone reacting and taking care of their child! reader from the future?

Basically, something happens and now a child with clear signs of divinity appears in Olympus while the gods are having a meeting. Everyone is confused as to why a child would be here until said child turns to Hades and Persephone and gleefully calls out to them, calling them mother/father. Cue shocked looks from the entire pantheon, Demeter faints in the background. After some investigating, they learn that yes this is Hades and Persephone's kid, that said kid came from the future, and now they have to babysit this kid until they can return to their timeline. Cue family bonding shenanigans with Hades and Persephone, alongside child! reader's other relatives.

Little Star

A/N : I didn’t mean to make it lowkey sad at the end part I swear. Persephone and Hades art are from Duvetbox!

WARNING : Future Child!GN!Reader, Persephone x Hades, Slight angst if you squint your eyes.

Word Count : 2.2k

The usual cacophony of an Olympian council meeting was in full swing. Zeus's booming voice vied for dominance with Hera's sharp interjections, Poseidon was gesticulating wildly, causing minor tremors that rattled the golden goblets, and Apollo was attempting to compose a dramatic ode to the current argument, much to Artemis's visible annoyance. Dionysus, thankfully, was relatively subdued, occasionally hiccuping a cloud of wine-scented mist.

Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, sat beside her husband, Hades, a small, contented smile playing on her lips as she observed the divine chaos. Hades, ever the stoic counterpoint to the Olympian melodrama, merely raised an eyebrow at a particularly theatrical gesture from Zeus. He much preferred the quiet dignity of their own realm, but council meetings were an unfortunate, albeit occasional, necessity.

Suddenly, a shimmering distortion appeared in the very center of the grand hall. It pulsed with an unfamiliar energy, silencing even Zeus mid-rant. The air crackled, and the scent of ozone mixed with something else... something ancient and new at the same time. Before any of the assembled deities could react, the distortion solidified, and a small figure stumbled out, landing on the marble floor with a soft thud.

It was a child.

No older than five or six mortal years, the child had wide, curious eyes that seemed to reflect the starlight of the cosmos itself. Their h/l h/c hair tumbled around a face that held an uncanny mixture of delicate beauty and shadowed mystery. Around them, an almost imperceptible aura shimmered – faint, yet undeniably divine. They wore simple, comfortable clothes of a style none of the Olympians recognized.

A collective gasp went through the hall. Children were a rare sight on Olympus, and never unannounced, never like this.

"What is the meaning of this?" Zeus finally thundered, his voice regaining his usual authority, though a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Who dares bring a child into the sacred council?"

Athena, ever analytical, was already on her feet, her keen eyes scrutinizing the little newcomer. "They bear the marks of divinity, Father. Faint, but present. Yet, I do not recognize their lineage."

The child, seemingly unfazed by the array of powerful beings staring at them, pushed themselves up and dusted off their clothes. They scanned the room, their gaze passing over Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, and the others, a small frown creasing their brow as if they were looking for someone specific.

Then, their eyes landed on the King and Queen of the Underworld.

A beatific smile, radiant and utterly joyous, spread across the child's face. With a happy, gleeful shriek that echoed strangely in the sudden silence, they launched themselves forward.

"Papa! Mama!"

The assembled pantheon froze. Jaws, both divine and usually impeccably composed, dropped. Nectar was choked upon. Ambrosia was nearly spilled.

Hades, who had been observing the child with a detached sort of curiosity, felt his usually imperturbable calm shatter. His eyes widened, a rare occurrence, as the small figure barrelled towards them. Persephone, beside him, let out a small, startled gasp, her hand flying to her mouth.

The child didn't slow, their little legs pumping furiously until they reached the dais where Hades and Persephone sat. They practically threw themselves at Hades' legs, hugging his dark robes with surprising strength. Then, they turned, beaming, and reached out a small hand towards Persephone, who was still staring, utterly dumbfounded.

"Mama!" they chirped again, their voice clear and sweet.

The silence in the hall was so profound that one could hear the distant crackle of Hestia's hearth. Then, from the direction of the agricultural deities, came a thud.

Demeter had fainted.

"Well," Hermes finally broke the silence, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, "this is certainly more entertaining than budget allocations for the Underworld."

Chaos erupted once more, but this time it was a bewildered, questioning clamor. Zeus was demanding answers, Hera looked scandalized yet intrigued, and Apollo was already strumming a few experimental chords, clearly inspired.

Hades, for perhaps the first time in millennia, felt utterly lost. He looked down at the child clinging to his leg, then at his wife, whose usually rosy cheeks were pale with shock. "Persephone?" he murmured, his voice rough.

Persephone slowly knelt, her eyes, wide and luminous, fixed on the child. "Little one," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "who... who are you?"

The child tilted their head, their bright e/c eyes, so reminiscent of starlight and something deeper, something chthonic, blinking up at her. "I'm Y/N!" they announced proudly. "Your Y/N!"

Athena, having recovered her composure, stepped forward, Hecate, summoned by the unusual magical disturbance, appearing silently beside her. "The child's aura," Hecate mused, her voice like rustling leaves, "it resonates with both the Underworld and the bloom of spring. And something... else. Something temporal."

After much frantic questioning, magical probing, and the eventual revival of Demeter, who promptly demanded to know who had dared to corrupt her daughter with... a child from the Underworld no less, until the temporal anomaly was explained, at which point she merely looked even more aghast, the truth, as unbelievable as it was, began to emerge.

Y/N was, indeed, Hades and Persephone's child. From the future.

Somehow, through some unknown confluence of future magic or a temporal hiccup of cosmic proportions, they had been flung back in time, landing directly in the Olympian council. The "clear signs of divinity" were a nascent blend of their parents' domains – a faint scent of blooming pomegranates and rich earth, a shadow that clung to them yet wasn't menacing, and eyes that held the wisdom of ancient rivers and the spark of new growth.

"So," Zeus finally summarized, rubbing his temples, after Hermes had returned from a quick, time-bending fact-finding mission, confirming that such a child did indeed exist in a possible future timeline, though the how and why of their current predicament remained a mystery, "you two are... parents. In the future. And now, you're babysitting."

Hades stared at Y/N, who was now happily nestled between him and Persephone on their throne, chattering about something called a "glow-rock" that apparently showed moving pictures. He, Hades, Lord of the Dead, King of the Underworld, was... a father? The idea was so foreign, so... monumental, that his mind struggled to process it.

Persephone, however, seemed to be adapting with surprising speed. The initial shock had given way to a tender curiosity. She listened intently to Y/N's stories of their time, her fingers gently stroking their soft hair. A warmth was spreading through her, a feeling she hadn't known she was missing until this very moment.

"It appears so," Hades finally conceded, his voice still laced with disbelief, but a new, almost imperceptible softness was there too.

The Olympians, after much more discussion and a stern warning from Hera about not interfering with future timelines, even as she cooed at Y/N from a distance, decided that the child would remain in Hades and Persephone's care until a way could be found to return them to their correct time.

And so began the most unexpected chapter in the lives of the King and Queen of the Underworld.

The Underworld, usually a realm of solemn quiet and ordered shadows, was suddenly filled with the patter of small feet and the sound of childish laughter. Y/N, it turned out, was an incredibly curious and surprisingly brave child. They weren't frightened by the gloomy grandeur of Hades' palace, nor by its spectral inhabitants. Cerberus, the fearsome three-headed guardian, became their oversized, adoring puppy after Y/N fearlessly offered him a slightly wilted flower they'd apparently kept tucked in their pocket. The shades whispered in awe as the child, a beacon of life and future promise, danced through the Asphodel Meadows, their laughter echoing where only sighs were usually heard.

Hades found himself in uncharted territory. He, who commanded legions of the dead and held dominion over a vast, subterranean kingdom, was utterly befuddled by the simple needs and endless questions of a small child. He learned to navigate requests for "sky-water" (juice), decipher tales of future toys that sounded like magical artifacts, and endure surprisingly sticky hugs. He even found himself, on more than one occasion, with Y/N asleep on his lap in his study, the child's soft breathing a stark contrast to the silent scrolls of judgment before him. A strange, protective warmth bloomed in his chest, a feeling so potent it almost scared him.

Persephone blossomed. She reveled in her new, albeit temporary, role as "Mama." She took Y/N on explorations of her hidden gardens in the Underworld, where impossible flowers bloomed in eternal twilight. She told them stories of the gods and heroes, her voice soft and enchanting. Y/N would listen, enraptured, occasionally piping up with, "In my story-glow-rock, he has a red cape!" or "She has way more horses in the future, Mama!"

The "family bonding" was a series of delightful, often hilarious, shenanigans.

One day, Y/N decided Hades' throne room needed "more pretty." With the help of some easily charmed — and slightly terrified — shades, they decorated the obsidian throne with drawings made on parchment using charcoal and crushed luminous fungi. Hades walked in to find his seat of power adorned with lopsided flowers, a three-headed dog that looked suspiciously like Cerberus wearing a party hat, and two stick figures holding hands, labeled "Papa" and "Y/N". He merely stared, then, to Persephone's utter astonishment, a small, almost invisible smile touched his lips.

Another time, Y/N tried to "help" Persephone with her correspondence with the upper world. This resulted in several official Olympian decrees being embellished with drawings of cheerful suns and slightly menacing-looking pomegranates. Hermes, delivering the replies, had tears of laughter in his eyes.

Interactions with their "other relatives" were equally memorable. Demeter, after her initial horror, found herself grudgingly charmed by her future grandchild. Y/N, blissfully unaware of the eons of tension between her mother and grandmother, would often seek Demeter out when she visited Olympus. They'd present her with a perfectly ripe pomegranate and ask her about "how plants say hello." Demeter found herself, much to her own surprise, explaining the rustling of leaves and the turning of sunflowers.

Hestia adored Y/N, and the child loved to sit by her hearth, listening to stories and sharing snippets of their future world. Zeus found himself cornered more than once by a very determined small deity asking complex questions about lightning that even he struggled to answer in a child-friendly manner. Hera, despite her stern demeanor, was seen slipping Y/N extra ambrosia cakes.

The days turned into weeks. Hades and Persephone, the formidable rulers of the Underworld, found themselves utterly captivated by this small being who called them Papa and Mama. They learned to anticipate Y/N's needs, to comfort their rare tears, to celebrate their joyous discoveries. Hades discovered a previously unknown talent for telling surprisingly good bedtime stories, and Persephone found that her heart, already full of love for her husband and her realm, had an infinite capacity to expand.

One evening, as Persephone was tucking Y/N into a specially prepared bed in their chambers – a bed adorned with soft moss and glowing Underworld crystals – the child looked up at her with wide, serious eyes.

"Y/N?" Persephone asked softly.

"Mama," they said, their small hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "I love you. And Papa. Even if he looks grumpy sometimes, his hugs are warm like the sun in your garden."

Persephone felt a familiar warmth spread through her, tears pricking her eyes. She leaned down and kissed their forehead. "We love you too, little star," she whispered. "More than all the gems in the Underworld and all the flowers in the world above."

Hades stood in the doorway, watching them. His usual stern expression was softened, his dark eyes holding an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel, let alone show. This glimpse into their future, this unexpected gift of a child, had changed them both in ways they were only beginning to understand.

The mystery of Y/N's arrival remained, and they knew, with a pang of sorrow, that the child would eventually have to return to their own time. Hecate and Hermes were working on it, deciphering the temporal anomaly. But for now, they were a family. A strange, unexpected, time-tossed family, but a family nonetheless.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, clutching a small, smooth stone Hades had given them from the banks of the River Styx, Persephone joined her husband in the doorway. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

"They are... remarkable," Hades said, his voice a low rumble.

Persephone leaned her head against his shoulder. "They are ours," she replied softly. "And even when they go back, we'll know. We'll have this."

The future was no longer an abstract concept. It was laughter in the shadowed halls, sticky fingers on ancient thrones, and the unwavering, pure love of a child who had traveled through time to show them a glimpse of the joy that awaited them. The King and Queen of the Underworld held each other, their hearts full, forever changed by the little star who had briefly, brilliantly, lit up their timeless existence.

[mavlepine]

strewn petals sneak peek !

hey ! i'm writing my very first fic right now , it's going to be about a daughter of demeter pining after percy and then she starts to cough up flowers :)

currently about 1.3 k words through , and im adding infographics and visual elements into the story as well !

i got this idea from @anakinniesluv -> post here

[lila-went-missing]

Because of Her

Small Clarisse drabble I made while watching Are Your Afraid of the Dark? season 3 cause I'll watch anything if Diors in it. It's not that great but I have a fic coming that's slightly similar to this but more frenimies to lovers if that makes sense.

Pair: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demeter!Reader

Clarisse La Rue had a reputation to uphold. She never lost a fight. She was never soft, never kind. Always ruthless, cold, and calculating. She was a daughter of Ares if nothing else, that was for certain.

But that all came crashing down the day she met you. The moment her eyes met yours, she knew she was fucked. Your sweet, caring gaze had her locked in. In an instance she was wrapped around your finger.

She would never admit it, but everyone knew she was whipped. Except you, the one person that mattered.

Over the last four years of you being at camp, you two had become extremely close. The fact that you hadn't realized how infatuated your best friend was with you, baffled everyone you knew. You saw the way she stared at you, but that was normal for best friends, right?

She fell more and more in love with you every day. That's what brought her to the strawberry fields. You were knelt next to one of the bushes, picking the ripe berries and tossing them into your basket. Her footsteps broke you out of your trance as she crouched next to you.

"What'cha doin', pretty girl?" A smirk graces her lips as she looks at you.

"Pickin' strawberries. Where've you been, Clar?" You giggle as you look up from the bush. She swears it's the most melodic thing she's ever heard.

"Training a couple of the new kids, you know how long it can take. How about, I make it up to you? How does that sound?"

"Really? How?"

She doesn't answer, she just grabs your hand and pulls you up to your feet, dragging you away from the fields and into the woods. You laugh as you're led through the trees. After a while she slows, walking side by side with you. Her hand never left yours, pulling you closer to her.

"Where are we going?" You ask, smiling up at her.

"You'll see, we're almost there."

Soon, you came upon a clearing in the woods. There was a blanket laid out with a basket on it, surrounded by flowers.

"It's the anniversary of the day you arrived at camp. I figured we should celebrate." She whispers in your ear, coming behind you with a hand resting on your arm.

"Clar!" You turn to face her, wrapping your arms around her neck. "Thank you!" Her arms come around your waist, pulling you into her. She lifts you up off your feet, carrying you over to the blanket. 

“Of course, pretty girl.” Your placed back onto your feet, sitting with her on the ground. 

“This had to take you ages!” You marvel as everything she’s brought, lemonade, all of your favorite fruit, minis your favorite kinds of sandwiches.

“It was worth it for you.” Your eyes meet, her hand comes to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s all worth it for you.”

The breath is knocked from your lungs as you stare at her. Looking in her eyes feels like swimming in pools of honey, getting lost in the sweetness she only presents to you. The care only you are worthy of. Suddenly her lips are on yours, it takes you a minute to realize and by the time you do she’s pulled back. 

“I- I’m sorry..fuck, I don’t know-” She’s cut off by your lips against hers. It’s passionate and soft, yet hot and fiery. The perfect combination of both of you. Her hands land on your cheeks and pull you furth into her. You could get lost in the way her lips feel, the taste of her cherry chapstick on your tongue. 

“Clar..” You’re both breathing heavily when you pull away.

“I should’ve done that way sooner.” She admits. You nod in agreement. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I didn’t think you liked me like that. Thought you’d hit me and run away.” 

“I could never run from you. Even if I wanted to, I think I’m pretty stuck with you.” You smile, your hand moving up to her neck.

“Yeah, you are.” She smiles back, kissing your cheek 

“Well, we better not let this food go to waste..” You laugh softly, pulling back. She rests on her hands.” Yeah, this took me hours, you better eat it.” 

Another laugh escapes your throat as you pop a piece of fruit in your mouth. “I thought you said I was worth it. Here I was thinking I was special.” Her foot nudges yours. “

“You know you are.” 

The food is divine, and you have more fun than you have in a very long time. The flowers around you seem to bloom more, color saturating more, reflecting on your mood. The breeze is warmer. The trees sprout more leaves. And it’s all because of her.

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Yandere main 6 x reader (headcanons)

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you were a mortal that the siblings had met after Zeus freed them from their father's clutches. Zeus who met you only weeks before while travelling through the mortal realm plotting against his father, brought his injured siblings to you for help nursing them back to health for the upcoming battle (and as an excuse to see you again).

needless to say, you were slightly in shock when a traveller whom you thought was a simple mortal, returned to your home with 5 of his godly siblings with him.

Hera and Demeter mostly ignored you at first, talking amongst themselves or Zeus to plot against Kronos. Hestia and Poseidon were the polite ones of the group, always helping clean up after meals and thanking you for helping them.

Zeus remained as he was before finding his siblings, flirting with you at any given moment and making slight touches that he claimed were 'accidental'. But before he could have too much fun, one of his siblings usually pulled him away.

after they had defeated Kronos and slowly began their path to destroying the rest of the Titans they left your home to live on Olympus, though they still returned on their own to visit you and mostly plead for you to come live on Olympus with them since it was too dangerous for you all alone in the mortal realm, now that the other titans knew that you had helped them.

Each time you denied their offers, they would act as if they didn't care, but inside, they were seething. How could you not realize they were only trying to protect you?

eventually if you deny them enough they wont give you a choice but to come with them, whether its poseidon bringing a flood to your home, or demeter growing poisonous spores in the village near by to scare you away.

once they manage to get you on Olympus, they slowly begin manipulating you into drinking ambrosia, becoming immortal like them. they say its to protect you so that you'll have a way to defend yourself, but really it's so that they won't lose you to old age or any other mortal weakness.

after you reluctantly agree and become immortal, they start showing some of their more true feelings, becoming more forceful or flirty at times dragging you around and trying to steal your attention from each other.

when Zeus and Hera begin having children of their own Hera practically leashes you to her, claiming she needed help caring for them, much to the disliking of her siblings.

as Zeus slowly begins straying from Hera, having other children with his mistresses you were pulled away by Hestia who wanted to keep you away from their fights, jealous by this Demeter slowly moved her way in, forcing her sister to share your time with her.

as the years went on and Olympus expanded, their obsessions slowly deepened, some hiding their jealousy well and others, causing a scene if anyone dared speak to you.

after the battle with Typhon when Zeus and Hera cheated Hades and Poseidon out of the elusynium stone with the claim that Zeus was the strongest of the three (but really it was a ploy to keep you with them), they declared that you would remain on Olympus since there was no way that you would thrive in the sea or underworld.

as soon as Hades and Poseidon had left for their new realms, and Demeter and Hestia had decided to keep to themselves to focus on their own duties to the mortals, you were left to Zeus and Hera.

they quickly took your hand in marriage, even if you disagreed with it, you were theirs and no one would change that. even if it meant fighting and betraying their siblings to keep it that way.

[thepigeonhasapen]

I was wondering if you could do the Olympian Gods with a reader whose asexual? Like, what would their reactions be, would they mind, stuff like that d:

Asexual Reader, Olympian Edition

(Doing these asks out of order but shhhhhhh. Also strong warning for acephobia because Zeus in an ass)

🩷Aphrodite🩷

Very chill about it. She's the goddess of love and that includes ALL kinds of love. Self-love is one of her favorites. The fact that you know and accept who you are and that you're willing to let her in on it? Well, Aphrodite might just adore you even more than she already did.

"You’re...? Well of course I don't mind, dearest! In fact, I think that's positively wonderful!"

Regardless of whether or not you're interested, Aphrodite still can't refrain from making comments about your physical appearance. She'll try and curtail some of them if you find them uncomfortable, but she loves lavishing praise upon you and talking you up to her friends.

Partially jealous to be perfectly honest. She can't help but wonder if you have a more pure understanding of beauty because you're not looking at it though the rose-tinted lens of horny. Aphrodite is deeply fascinated by asexuality and even if she doesn't quite understand it, she tries her best.

⚔️Ares⚔️

Doesn't mind. Honestly, it doesn't even really impact him that much. Just neatly writes sex out of the equation and carries on.

"You seem nervous, my dear. You... oh? Is that all? No need to distress yourself so much over such things. I love you as you are and knowing this will not change that."

May ask you a few questions at the beginning but mostly leaves the subject alone after that.

If anyone's giving you shit, all it takes is a dirty look from Ares to shut them up. What can I say the man has a way with not using his words.

🏹Artemis🏹

You too?? Artemis tries to play it off cool but she's low-key thrilled actually. Internally screaming because thank the Fates, she can get as close to you as she wants and she doesn't have to worry about things getting Weird™️

"You’re ace? That's... cool. Sorry, that came off as really insincere. It's just... me too, you know? I got a little surprised is all. And um, we've been hanging out for a while and I just wanted to say, you know, now that we're talking about this and I know you're not gonna take this the wrong way, I think you're really neat. I love hanging out with you. ...Don't go spreading that around though, okay?"

Artemis is sex-repulsed. If you are too, she drags you to family events so she can make faces at you whenever her family starts talking about their sexual conquests. If you're not, she's deeply fascinated and will probably ask you WHY on earth you would want to do that.

Despite the fact that Artemis doesn't want to have sex, I feel like she'd still enjoy certain kinks. Primal play, petplay, and leather are things I feel she'd enjoy partaking in. (Source: I am ace and very kinky lmao)

🦉Athena🦉

What a good match, Athena is asexual too! She probably blanks your confession to be honest because she sometimes forgets that people actually have sex frequently and on purpose.

"Asexual? Yes, alright. And how fared your journey up to Olympus by the way? I hope Hermes treated you well."

Sex-neutral. Will occasionally give sex a go if her partner happens to bring it up but will mostly just forget it's existence as a thing entirely.

Athena is actually quite haughty about her asexuality. She is definitely looking down on anyone who is swayed from the path of wisdom by someone else's sex appeal. Loves that you can understand her point of view on the subject.

❄️Demeter❄️

As Demeter has aged her sex drive has shrunk to like nil so really nothing about your relationship is much different.

"Asexual...? Ah, like young Artemis, yes? Fascinating. I've never been able to pin her down long enough to converse upon the subject. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Demeter tends to be a touch more overprotective than she needs to be. If anyone even so much as gives a hint of giving you shit for it, Demeter is sending them an absolute withering glare that has the potential to kill even the most vibrant flower. She follows it up with some bitterly cold words if necessary but it rarely comes to that.

She's honestly quite relieved about it really. She was never really that horny of a person and is happy to find someone who can relate to that. I personally think Demeter is some kind of acespec but that might also be my asexual ass projecting my aceness onto every character I get my grubby little hands on lol

🍇Dionysus🍇

Chill about it. He's chill about literally everything, what do you expect? Dionysus is commonly associated with trans people and I like to believe that queer people in general just flock to him because he's just so open and accepting.

"Ace, yeah? Congrats, man, thanks for telling me. Just let me know if I ever step on any toes, 'kay?"

Not gonna lie, he secretly corners Artemis and Athena to bother them on the subject just in case he's got it wrong. He didn’t as it turns out, but he's glad he checked in anyway because it was an enlightening conversation. With Athena anyway. Artemis runs off at the first available opportunity.

Happy to go whatever speed you want, if you want to go any speed at all. He may still get a little handsy sometimes but he doesn't mean anything by it, he just really likes holding you like a teddy bear. Honestly, I think he'd get a real kick out of somebody aegosexual and think it was such a super fun party trick that you can say such horny things and not be interested at all. Probably mildly pesters you to engage with smutty things because he finds your unamused expressions absolutely fascinating.

🪽Hermes🪽

Bursts out laughing when you tell him. It's not for the reason you think and he does feel really bad about it when he sees your face.

"Haha, of all the...! Haha– oh, hey, hey, I'm sorry, it's not that. I totally don't mind you being ace or anything, far from it, it's just that I seem to have an accidental habit for attracting your type and I seem to be collecting you."

Besides you, the person Hermes spends the most time with is Charon... who is also asexual. Hermes, the uberhorny hypersexual fuckbunny who would literally die for a quickie every five minutes find this hilarious. Opposites attract I guess? Hermes has a good giggle about it everytime he thinks about it.

Doesn't mind if you don't want to have sex. If you do, great! But if you don't, it's not a big deal.

🔱Poseidon🔱

Poseidon is... confused. It'll work out better if you're sex-repulsed and straight up don't want to have sex ever, otherwise poor Poseidon will absolutely struggle. He doesn't understand the difference between sexual attraction and aesthetic attraction and is just genuinely so out of his depth. You like the way he looks... but you don't want to have sex with him??

"What's that? Asexual? I, uh... okay, just between the two of us, you're gonna have to explain that one to me, babe."

He talks to Dionysus. Even after that he still doesn't get it. Poseidon tries his best to be supportive but has like no idea how. Probably shooes away people who try to even mention sex in your vicinity. It's gonna take awhile before he understands how this works. Confused but he's got the spirit kinda?

May initially try to convince you that you just haven't had good sex yet. Sit him down, explain this all to him, and he'll probably get it. Okay, let's be honest, he still doesn't get it but he respects your choice and generally leaves the subject alone. His libido is quite high though so he will frequently sleep around just to scratch that itch.

⚡️Zeus⚡️

We were doing good until we got to you, huh Zeus? Zeus just quite firmly doesn't believe in asexuality. He definitely thinks you're just confused or that you haven't had sex right yet or that you'll change your mind at some point.

"Asexual? Oh dear, have you been talking to that daughter of mine, Artemis? She's always on about something or other, if she chooses to talk to us at all."

Zeus won't force you to have sex but he will make subtle (he thinks he's being subtle anyway) comments about how you're a tease or a prude. If you're interested in having sex, Zeus doesn't understand the definition and just thinks you don't find him attractive. His feelings are now hurt. He will be throwing a violent totally-not-a-tantrum now.

Will eventually, probably shut up about it. Look, he's never gonna understand it so shutting up about it is the best you're gonna get from him. This idiot thinks with his penis, okay? Athena stole all the intelligence from him at birth. Just doesn't get it, very confused, cannot even comprehend the idea of not wanting to bang everything in sight.

[cece693]

Hiii!

I just recently saw your PJO fanfics about Nico and I loved them.

And I also noticed the severe lack of PJO x male reader fics in general. So I was hoping if you could write a fanfic with son of Demeter reader x Percy Jackson. (Can be a fanfic or just headcannons ur choice)

You don't have to do this request but it would be nice ^-^

Alright ty for listening to my Ted talk

Wildflower (Percy Jackson x Son of Demeter)

Thanks for the request :) You really had me dig out my books to remember how Demeter was portrayed, and surprisingly, she's kind, so it wasn't much trouble doing this request. It seems I got carried away, so I hope you enjoy!

tags: fluff, some angst, overprotective Demeter, who knows who your father is, headcanon and fanfic, mentions of calypso, break up/make up

Being a son of Demeter is a big deal. Because although she wasn't a virgin like Artemis or Hestia, it was rather difficult for a mortal to catch her attention. So not only are you a demigod but also cursed (lucky) to be a descendent of such an esteemed goddess.

Compared to other campers, you don't hate your godly parent. Sure, your mom is absent for many things and your memories of her are rather scarce, but, on the flip side, you are made aware of just how much your mother loves you. Afterall, you are her youngest child and she must keep an eye on you.

So, when news reaches her that you've begun dating Percy Jackson, she grows overprotective. What do you expect? After the whole fiasco with your sister, Persephone, she wants the best for her son. So expect the goddess to keep an eye on you two.

Percy doesn't mind your mother's overbearingness. In fact, it reminds him of his own mother. However, this doesn't mean that Percy is reckless. Demeter might be kind, but inquiring her wrath was stupid. So, he's extra careful and strives to show respect to the goddess—never stepping on flowers, always keeping a respectful distance from sacred plants, and treating every piece of nature as if Demeter herself is watching.

It takes some time, but your mother comes around. In fact, she's pleased you found someone 'worthy' of your affections. This might or might not have something to do with the fact that Percy has begun helping you tend a garden dedicated to her. Growing flowers known to be sacred to Demeter, like poppies and wheat. They work on it together, Percy’s hands clumsy but earnest.

Not everything in your relationship is easy. There are times, winter and fall especially, when your mood is foul and Percy is no help at all. His recklessness and impulsivity always ticks you off, but none more so when he keeps secrets from you. Like how Calypso kissed him before departing Ogygia.

The moment you saw him walking down the hill, something was off. He had that nervous look in his sea-green eyes, the one he got when he was about to face something dangerous—only this time, it was you. You crossed your arms, trying to root yourself in place, like your mother, Demeter, had taught you. But the anger simmering inside made that hard.

Percy reached you, giving a half-hearted smile. “Hey, I—”

“You kissed her?” Your words cut through the air like a sharp gust of wind.

Percy blinked, looking caught off guard. “What? No, it’s not like that—”

“Don’t lie to me, Percy.” You felt your fists tighten, your connection to the earth deepening as the grass beneath your feet curled and twisted with your emotions. “You let her kiss you, didn’t you?”

His brows furrowed, and he stepped closer. “It wasn’t like that. Calypso was—she was saying goodbye. It wasn’t…I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“You didn’t want to hurt her?” You repeated, the words feeling bitter on your tongue. “What about me? Or did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Percy exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly frustrated. “I was stuck on her island. I didn’t ask to be there! She kissed me because she had to say goodbye to something she couldn’t keep. It wasn’t my choice.”

You laughed, but it was bitter, like the taste of dry soil. “Maybe not, but you didn’t stop her either.”

Percy’s eyes flashed with frustration, the sea’s storm brewing behind them. “Come on, that’s not fair!” he snapped, his voice rising above the whispering trees. “I was stuck on a cursed island, not on some vacation! What was I supposed to do? Tell her no? I didn’t exactly have a lot of options.”

You took a step back, the sting of his words making your chest tighten. But anger pushed you forward again, overriding any hint of reason. “No, what’s unfair is me thinking you were gone, Percy!” Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care. The pain had to come out somehow. “I waited here for weeks, wondering if this was the quest that would take you away from me forever. Did you even think once of me while you were away? Or was Calypso the only thing on your mind?”

Percy opened his mouth, but for a moment, no words came out. The guilt that flashed across his face was brief, but it was there, plain as day. “Of course I thought of you,” he said, his voice softer now, though still tinged with frustration. “I thought about you every single day. But I was stuck on that island with no way out. It wasn’t about wanting to be with her. I was just trying to survive.”

“And that’s supposed to make it okay?” You could feel the vines creeping up again, brushing against your ankles like a reminder of everything you were trying to hold in. “You were trapped; I get that. But a kiss, Percy? Do you know how that sounds?”

“I didn’t want this to happen,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked away, blinking back the sting of tears you refused to let him see. “Well, you did.”

The silence between you was heavy, thicker than any storm. Percy stared at you, guilt and regret etched into every line of his face. “I don’t know how to fix this,” he said, almost to himself.

You swallowed hard, forcing the lump in your throat down. “I don’t either, but right now, I need to figure out if I even want to.”

To say Demeter was mad at Percy is an understatement. The goddess's wrath casted a dark cloud over Camp Half-Blood that left even the bravest demigods feeling uneasy. Percy found himself stuck inside his cabin, trapped by an invisible force of nature, the very flora that usually thrived in the camp now threatening to attack him.

Not even Poseidon, the god of the sea, could ease some of Demeter’s anger. He tried to vouch for Percy and his love for you, yet the mere mention of Percy's name caused your mother to shake the ground beneath him. That was the first and last time he meddled in your affairs.

The campers were worried for both of you—the fight had clearly affected everyone, their agriculture suffering greatly, but they truly believed you guys were it. So it pained them to see the perfect couple at the verge of going seperate ways.

It was Annabeth who managed to get you two to talk things through. With her acting as the mediator, you three were locked inside a room and forced to speak about your feelings. Looking back, it was comical how it closely resembled marriage counseling.

The room felt thick with tension, every breath heavy as if weighed down by the unspoken emotions swirling between you, Percy, and Annabeth. You sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, legs bouncing anxiously, eyes fixed on the floor as if the threadbare carpet held the answers you desperately sought. Percy was beside you, close but not close enough. The usual warmth of his presence felt distant, and though you could sense his guilt radiating off him, it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap.

Annabeth stood before you both, arms crossed over her chest, her expression a blend of sympathy and frustration. She was here as a mediator, but even the daughter of Athena couldn’t easily navigate this emotional minefield. “Let’s just go over the events,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. She turned to Percy, urging him to explain. “What led to the kiss?”

Percy sighed deeply, running a hand through his unruly hair as he gathered his thoughts. “Calypso gave me some items—supplies, food—and made sure the raft was stable enough to withstand the ocean’s currents. I was grateful; she’d done so much to help me. So, I turned to say goodbye and thank her when she…when she suddenly kissed me.” He glanced at you, his eyes pleading. “M/N, please believe me when I say that I didn’t reciprocate—I didn’t want it.”

You finally looked up, eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made him flinch. “That’s not the problem, Percy,” you said, your voice surprisingly calm but laced with hurt. “What hurt me was that you didn’t push her away, that she thought you were interested enough to even try.”

You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat as you tried to keep your composure. “During your time on Ogygia, did you ever once mention that you had a boyfriend? Did you ever think of me when you were with her?”

Percy’s eyes widened in panic, the hurt in your words cutting deeper than any monster’s blade ever could. He reached out, but his hand fell short, hovering between you as if afraid to cross the fragile line that now separated you two. Desperation filled his voice as he finally spoke, each word trembling with urgency and raw honesty.

“I did tell her,” Percy blurted, his voice cracking. “Gods, I talked about you all the time. From the moment I set foot on that island, I told Calypso about you. Every single day. I told her how you were waiting for me, how you were my anchor—my reason for fighting and my reason I couldn’t stay with her. She knew, M/N. She knew you were my everything.” He ran a hand over his face, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

Annabeth’s expression softened as she glanced at you, silently urging you to listen. Percy’s words were coming from the heart, and even she couldn’t deny the sincerity in his voice. But the pain in your eyes remained.

“When I first got there, I was barely conscious,” Percy continued, his voice softer now, tinged with a mix of sorrow and desperation. “I was so beaten up, so tired, and all I could do was mumble your name. Over and over, even in my sleep. She heard me say it—Calypso heard me calling out for you, asking for you.” He paused, swallowing hard. “She knew there was someone else. She knew how much I loved you. I made it clear, but I didn’t push her away fast enough. I was stupid, and I’m so sorry.”

You felt your heart twist at his confession, the image of Percy lying on that distant shore, broken and alone, but still calling out for you. It was the kind of story you had dreamed about before—the hero fighting impossible odds, returning home to the one he loved. But now, hearing it from his lips, the romance was stripped away, leaving only the raw truth of a mistake made in a vulnerable moment.

Annabeth cleared her throat, trying to diffuse the tension, but even she seemed at a loss. “Look,” she said gently, “what matters now is where you go from here. You two have been through worse together. If you still want this—if you still want each other—then you’ll find a way.”

Percy reached out again, hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours. “I’m not perfect, M/N. I screw up, and I hurt you, but I want to make this right. I love you, and I’ll spend every day proving it if you’ll let me.”

Even if you forgive Percy, you take baby steps to rebuild your trust. You agree to talk more openly about your feelings and avoid keeping secrets from one another. Percy goes out of his way to make you feel valued, leaving you notes, planning small dates, and constantly reminding you how much you mean to him.

Percy knows he didn't only need to seek forgiveness from you, but your mother. To truly show his commitment, he request a chance to speak to the goddess. It’s terrifying—facing the goddess’s wrath head-on—but he humbly apologizes and explains how deeply he loves you, promising to never let you feel sidelined again. Demeter doesn’t forgive easily, but she appreciates Percy’s bravery and sincerity, granting her reluctant approval with a warning not to hurt her son again.

To solidify his commitment, Percy organizes a surprise picnic in the strawberry fields—your favorite spot. It’s filled with your favorite foods, and Percy shyly presents a flower crown he made himself, though it’s a little uneven. It’s simple but heartfelt, symbolizing his renewed promise to always cherish you.

After reconciling, you and Percy start talking about your future together, beyond Camp Half-Blood. You both decide that New Rome is the perfect place to build a life after everything you’ve been through. The idea of living among other demigods and having a peaceful life feels like a dream finally within reach.

The move to New Rome is filled with excitement and nerves. You find a cozy apartment together, and even simple things like grocery shopping or decorating the space feel like small adventures. It’s a fresh start, and every day feels like you’re building something new, hand in hand.

One evening after a particularly good day—whether it’s celebrating an exam passed or simply enjoying each other’s company—Percy gets down on one knee. He doesn’t have a grand speech prepared; he just tells you how much you mean to him and how he can’t imagine a life without you. The ring is simple, with a small gemstone that reminds you of the sea, and you say yes without hesitation.

Surrounded by your friends from Camp Half-Blood and New Rome, you and Percy get married in a beautiful ceremony filled with flowers and ocean-themed decorations. Demeter attends, blessing the union with flourishing blooms, a sign of her approval and happiness for you both. The ceremony is intimate, filled with laughter, tears, and the undeniable feeling that you’ve both found your forever.

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Ok so I just saw that one Poseidon short animation Neal Illustrator did, and omg, Neal ur gonna be the absolute fucking death of me, nevermind Neal STEVEN WHAT IS THAT SONG!? But I also saw Neal's rockstar designs and got to thinking, what if that was one of their songs? Sung by none other than "Mr-More-Lovers-Than-Zeus"

It's only been a few months but anyone would know about the band Natural Disaster(Neal's name for them, I can change it if requested), the eldest brother who was a god at sound design and pretty good on the drums, the youngest brother the lead guitarist of the band and well known ladies man, and the middle brother who had a voice the gods would envy. Out of all of Natural Disaster it is a well known little joke, Hades' music was always recognizable, Zeus' face his most recognizable feature and as for Poseidon it was of course his voice. The main character in this story however found it all quite corny, fictional god names? Really? Little did Reader know that said "fictional gods" were not so fake but neither do they hold the divine powers they did back then, and after meeting the wife of Hades, Persephone, and befriending her Reader would go on to meet the infamous brothers. Let's just say Readers personality was rather...harsh when combined with theirs and their first encounter wouldn't be so pleasant, oh what will Reader think when they find out the man they beat to a near pulp because he was being too touchy feely around girls was the king of gods in his prime. Now though? Well they're basically mortals, in every way except their immortality which they retained. How will Reader fare on their journey? And which love interest may catch their eye?(If any at all) But seriously...do you really believe Reader meeting Persephone will be a coincidence? Nah, you see Readers had this little pain in the ass for as long as they can remember, honestly thought they were schizo or something when they got older, but no, why are you surprised?

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

If this gets to 50 likes I'll release headcanons and funfacts on my modern!celebrity!AU or "the universe where they've been stripped of power as the eons went by" basically.

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Don't Mess With Demeter

Luke Castellan x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Day One Prompt: "That was good work."

Summary: Travis and Connor Stoll like to cause problems. Fortunately, having Luke Castellan for a boyfriend can help take the sting out of dealing with those problems.

Word Count: 1,802

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Happy spooky season everyone!

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"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU TWO!"

My eyes snapped open at the screeching sound coming from just outside my cabin. I rolled out of bed quickly, hustling to the front door in my pajamas, to find Katie Gardner absolutley fuming in the front doorway. Her fists were clenched as she started at someone beyond the cabin door, the early morning light giving her silhouette a rosy glow.

I hadn't had a chance to look at the clock, but clearly it was much too early on a Saturday for me to be dealing with this. Unfortunately for me, as the head counselor for the Demeter cabin, I didn't actually have a choice.

I followed Katie as she stormed outside, in hot pursuit of whoever had gotten on her bad side. As she stepped further into the light, I realized she was absolutley dripping wet, and the most likely series of events clicked into my head at the exact same time I heard the Stolls cackle.

Damned Hermes kids. I knew better than to expect them to ever stop pranking us completely, especially since Travis seemed to use it as a way to flirt with Katie, but did they have to do it so early in the morning?

By the time I cleared the Demeter cabin's front steps, Katie had already chased the Stolls halfway across the lawn full of cabins, shouting and hurling seed packets at them as she went. With a little Demeter magic, she made the packets explode as soon as they got close enough to the Stolls. For the sake of every single camper still asleep, I needed to put a stop to this sooner than later.

I snatched up my own handful of seeds that had been sitting outside the cabin, then took off after Katie, Connor, and Travis. The Stolls kept cutting back and forth across the grass, Katie always a few steps behind them, which made it much easier for me to catch up to the trio by skipping the zig zags. Connor made it almost to the treeline of the forest before apparently remembering he might not want to take a fight with a Demeter kid into the woods, so he came to a screeching halt. Travis, who'd had his head turned to grin at Katie, ran right into his back. The two went toppling to the ground, and when I finally reached them, Katie had her arm pulled back to annihilate the brothers with whatever she managed to grow out of all the seeds she'd grabbed.

"Nope!" I cried, using one hand to stop Katie from following through on her throw while I scattered my own seeds with the other. A little concentration and a wave of my hand later, some flowers had sprouted and wrapped lightly around the Stolls' legs, keeping them in place at least for the moment. I turned my attention fully to Katie again.

She scolwed me, her half-dry hair and near-growling tone giving her quite a wild look.

"What are you doing? I had them!"

"Katie, as much as I get where you're coming from, I can't let you make the Stolls into living tress."

"Why not? They deserve it! It'd finally stop them from showing up at our cabin at five in the morning on a Saturday just to mess with us!" I grimaced. I knew it was early, but 5am... oof. "See! You know I'm right."

I sighed. "While my regular camper heart might agree with you, since my alarm was you screaming thanks to their prank... my senior counselor brain is reminding me we don't get to kill the other campers, even when they might deserve it. Sorry, Katie."

"So what, they just get away with it? Like nothing ever happened?"

"No, definitley not." I turned to the Stolls again, hands on my hips. They'd both managed to get about halfway out of my flower trap, but they froze on the spot when they noticed my attention on them. "What do you think, boys? You drove a daughter of Demeter to a murderous rage. I think that's gonna take quite a bit to make up for it."

They both sighed, relaxing back against the ground as they shared a look. They communicated silently for a few moments, Travis opening his mouth to say something before Connor held up a hand. Finally, Connor turned back to me.

"We'll take her stable cleaning chores for the week," he said. Katie and I scoffed in sync.

"Nice try, Connor. How about this? Both of you take all of Katie's chore spots for the next week, and I'll schedule you a few extra rotations in the stables, since you seemed so willing to take over there. And if you wake me up this early in the morning by going after one of my siblings again, I might just roll over and go back to sleep while Katie takes care of the problem for me."

Travis huffed, flopping onto his back on the ground, and Connor narrowed his eyes at me.

"That seems a little harsh."

"Oh, by all means. Let me wake you up at five tomorrow with screaming and a run and see how you feel about it."

"Fine. Message recieved," he huffed, rolling his eyes. I waved my hand to free them both from the flower trap and they stood. They made it all the way to the door of the Hermes cabin, Travis shooting a wink at Katie as he went, before Connor paused and turned back to me. "We'll make sure to schedule our pranks in the late morning from now on."

The grin those two gave me before ducking through the door was mischief incranate, but I just sighed. Now that the crisis had been dealt with, all I wanted was to go back to sleep.

"I'm going to kill them," Katie huffed from beside me. I turned to her with a lopsided smile.

"Even Travis?"

"Of course Travis! Why would you even ask me that?" I raised an eyebrow at her, and despite her scowl, she blushed furiously. "Oh, shut up! A traitor in my own house..."

She shook her head, grumbling as she headed back to our cabin without looking back at me. I just grinned as I watched her go. As much as she liked to complain about the Stolls, I'd seen her shoulder to shoulder having the time of her life with them too many times to believe she really hated them. Travis especially.

The sound of a door opening and closing drew my attention away from Katie and back to the Hermes cabin. I got ready to hurl another handful of seeds if the Stolls had decided to pick possibly the worst time ever to show their faces again, but instead, I got a much nicer surprise. Luke, my boyfriend and the head counselor of the Hermes cabin, wandered out in a camp t-shirt and his pajama pants, his hair a delightfully ruffled mess.

"Hey," he called as he walked towards me. "Any idea why the Stolls just came running into my cabin muttering and plotting?"

"Is that not just the base state of Hermes kids?"

"Very funny," he huffed, and I grinned.

"They dumped a bucket of water on Katie's head this morning. I woke up to her screaming bloody vengance, and just managed to catch them before she got her revenge. In the interest of keeping the peace, I gave them all her chore spots in exchange for Katie not attacking them. Then I made sure they knew I wasn't going to get up to save them next time if something happened before nine am."

Luke laughed, pulling me in close for a hug as he finally reached me. I let him, leaning into his chest and sighing in the now-peaceful morning.

"You know they're just going to wait until about five minutes after nine now, right?"

"Yeah."

"As long as you're prepared. Still. That was good work." He pulled back with a smile, then leaned in as if to kiss me. I leaned back, putting a hand on his chest to stop him, and he frowned.

"Kisses are for boyfriends who don't abandon me to deal with his problem-children on my own. At five in the morning."

Luke huffed a laugh before pulling me back into his chest. I let him, although I put up a little resistance just to make my point.

"Hm. I don't suppose there's anything I can do to make it up to you? Get back in your good graces?"

"I don't know, Castellan. Connor and Travis made me run at five in the morning."

"Oh, it's Castellan now, is it?"

"Mhm."

"Alright. What if... I put together an extra-special date for us tonight? Something romantic, relaxing, and maybe even a little magical. Would that get me back in your good graces?"

I hummed pretending to think about it. Luke kissed the top of my head, then pulled back again enough to look me in the eye. He raised an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"I guess that might work. Depending on just how relaxing and romantic said date is."

"Oh, I can promise you right now, it'll be the most romantic and the most relaxing. And even better, I'll make sure nobody can interrupt us with camp problems, pranks, or anything else for the rest of the night."

"You really think you can make that happen?" I asked, letting the skepticism creep into my voice. By virtue of being two of the oldest campers who'd also been here close to the longest, we got roped into everything. Luke just grinned back at me, a little bit of his family resemblance to the Stolls creeping through via the glint in his eyes.

"I really think I can."

I grinned, dropping the huffy act and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Well, good. Because after this morning, I need a night like that with my favorite person."

"So I take it I'm at least mostly off the hook?"

"Mostly. All the way if and when we get our peaceful night tonight."

"Can't wait."

We shared a smile, then Luke leaned in to kiss me, and this time I let him. Despite the early hour, the moment alone with the camp so quiet as the sun rose over Long Island Sound was actually pretty nice. After a moment, though, I pulled back, and Luke and I shared a sigh.

"You wanna head to breakfast while we can still get away with sitting at the same table? Before the rest of the campers show up?"

"Always," he said, smiling again and taking my hand in his. The two of us headed off to the dining pavilion together, taking the rare opportunity to enjoy a peaceful morning together. Would I have preferred to still be asleep right now? Sure. But if I couldn't get that, then a nice, quiet morning with Luke wasn't a bad second option.

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