Daughter of Demeter

Taurus ~ Ravenclaw ~ Cabin Four ~ SandWing/IceWing hybrid

My Request Rules:

I will write Angst, fluff, and Platonic relationships. I will NOT write smut!

Matchups are open

I am no longer doing x Male!Reader because it is uncomfortable for me; I'm a she/her. x GN!Reader and x Fem!Reader only, pls.

I write for the following series:

Pjo (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

HoO (Heroes of Olympus)

ToA (Trials of Apollo)

MCGA (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)

KC (Kane Chronicles)

Epic: the Musical

WoF (Wings of Fire)

Warrior Cats

TAT (The Ascendance Trilogy)

Spirit Animals

KotLC (Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Characters I write for:

Pjo ~ Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Luke Castellan, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Chris Rodriguez

HoO ~ Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano

MCGA ~ Magnus Chase, Thomas Jefferson Jr., Mallory Keen, Halfborn Gunderson, Blitz, Hearthstone, Alex Fierro, Samirah al-Abbas

KC ~ Carter Kane, Sadie Kane, Walt Stone, Anubis, Zia Rashid

EPIC: the Musical ~ Odysseus, Telemachus, Eurylochus, Polites, Apollo, Athena, Hermes, Ares, Circe, Dionysus

Wings of Fire ~ Pretty much every character, excluding Burn, Blister, and Blaze

Warrior Cats ~ Again, pretty much every character except Ashfur and Hawkfrost

TAT ~ Jaron, Imogen, Tobias, Roden, Mott

Spirit Animals ~ Abeke, Rollan, Meilin, Conor, Tarik

KotLC ~ Dex Dizznee, Keefe Sencen, Fitz Vacker

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Immortals Can Still Die... Emotionally

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Warnings: ...It's Mutiny.

A/N: Hi. I'm stressed. Bye.

You stood with your back to Odysseus.

Your captain was finally waking up after nearly two days of sleep. Polites had properly bandaged the wound on his thigh, still not willing to watch his old friend get an infection, even after all he’d done. 

“Agh, my head,” he groaned. Your lips twitched up in the beginning of a smirk as you remembered kicking him in the face. Odysseus glanced around, eyes finding the statue he was tied against, the lushious plains of grass speckled with red cows. “Where are we?”

“Some island,” you answered, hand on the hilt of your sword. “The first one we found. It’s bursting with cows, just roaming around begging us to eat.” You released a deep breath. “So much meat. And hunger is so heavy.”

Being immortal, you were never hungry. But you could see it on the rest of the crew’s faces. You saw their hunger in everything they did. 

You were willing to do anything for them.

“This statue,” you continued, gesturing to the piece of art Odysseus was tied against. “The god of the sun. Don’t know where it’s from. But here’s where we found all these cows to hunt, right in front. And hunger is so heavy.”

You could feel Eurylochus coming up the hill to stand next to you, looking down at the cattle.

“Hunger is so heavy,” he agreed.

“Please don’t tell me you’re about to do what I think you’ll do,” Odysseus begged. The words sounded all too familiar to you, but you shook it off as Perimedes led a cow up to you. He was practically drooling at the chance for meat.

You hesitated, sword not yet drawn. “Ody, we’re never gonna get to make it home. You know it’s true-”

“You don’t know that’s true!” Odysseus cried, lowering his voice after the first sentence left his mouth. “This is the home of the sun god.”

You didn’t care. Your friends were starving. They were parched. They were exhausted. And most of all, they were hurt.

Because of Odysseus.

“They’re starving,” you said.

“But if you kill his cattle, who knows what he’ll send?” Odysseus’s tone got more desperate as you drew your sword. “This is the home of the sun god!”

“They’re tired, old friend!” 

“But we’re so close to our home, this can’t be where it ends.”

Eurylochus drew his sword too, staring at the cow with an animalistic look. “How much longer must I suffer now?” He asked, raising his head to the sky, as if questioning the gods. “How much longer must I push through now? How much longer must I go around my life like this, when people die like this?”

You’re the goddess of the soul, and all of your friend’s souls were hurting.

The clouds in your eyes cleared, and you sheathed your sword, lunging for Eurylochus. “Eurylochus, no!”

But his sword was already in motion.

With a panicked wave of your hand, you broke Odysseus’s bonds. Blood was gushing out of the wounded cow. It fell over with a sad “moo” and almost instantly the sky darkened.

“You’ve doomed us.”

Odysseus came up to your side, resting a hand on your shoulder, but you shook it off, still unwilling to forgive him.

“You’ve doomed us all, Eurylochus!” You cried, grabbing Odysseus’s and Perimedes’s forearms and dragging them toward the ship. You could hear Eurylochus hurrying after you. 

“Y/N?” His voice was soft, barely stirring the air that now whistled and threw your hair in every direction. A storm was nearing. 

“We need to get away from this island, now!” You ordered, taking charge for Odysseus. “Grab an oar with all the strength your arms allow!”

You turned to Eurylochus as the rest of the crew started following your directions. “These cows were immortal. They were the sun god’s friends!” You gestured to the statue Odysseus had been tied to earlier. “And now that we’ve pissed them off, who do you think he’ll send?”

“Full speed ahead!” Odysseus said. “Full speed ahead!”

“Faster!” You instructed. 

“Full speed ahead!”

“Faster!”

“Full speed ahead!”

There was a roll of lightning, and you gulped, turning to the god in the clouds. “We’re too late.”

Chapter Twenty-Five: We Need an Emotional Support Dog

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Warnings: None

A/N: Uh... hi. How's it going...?

You glared down at Odysseus’s unconscious figure, panting heavily. 

You couldn’t believe it. You had trusted him, and that was how he repaid you? Feeding you to a giant monster? You had saved his life!

There was a shimmer in the air, solidifying into a familiar form. You looked away, not wanting to deal with shenanigans at the moment. “Go away, Hermes.” Your voice was broken, hollow as you thought of Odysseus’s betrayal. 

For once, the god didn’t shoot a witty retort, simply floating there, face etched with sympathy and sorrow.

Eurylochus and Polites seemed to notice the immortal’s presence. 

“Hey.” Polites’s tone lacked its usual sunshiney sound. “Do you want to be alone?”

You swallowed, giving him a nod over your shoulder.

Eurylochus and Polites both caught their breath as their eyes met yours. They were dull, as if all hope and feeling had been sucked out of you. 

“Thank you,” you murmured as Eurylochus told everyone to go below deck, following close behind. Only Polites lingered, giving you a quick, reassuring side-hug that you didn’t react to. 

Then you were alone with Hermes.

“Y/N-” He started.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

The question caught him off guard, and he floated back a bit, a flash of hurt crossing his features. “Y/N,” he tried again. “I would never.”

You gave a humorless laugh, so unlike your usual pure melody. Then it turned into sobs, a heart wrenching sound as you fell to your knees, curling into a ball. Your hands pulled at your hair, more cries escaping your mouth.

“Let it all out.” Strong arms wrapped around you, rubbing comforting on your back.

You tried to push Hermes away, but he didn’t budge. Eventually, your sobs quieted to the slightest shake of your shoulders. 

Hermes realized you were asleep and released you, turning to glare at Odysseus. He couldn’t believe he’d actually done it.

Hermes snapped his fingers, gaze cold. A few tangles of spare rope flew from the floor, wrapping around Odysseus’s wrists, tying him to the mast.

“Eurylochus.”

The man stepped out from behind the mast, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “My apologies, Lord-”

Hermes dismissed his words with a wave. “Get Y/N below deck, then have the rest of the crew head to an island. Any island. You’re out of food.”

“Yes, sir,” Eurylochus said, scooping you up into his arms. You looked peaceful for the first time in years, and Eurylochus felt his heart soften. Odysseus better have a good excuse, he thought, glancing back at the captain’s slumped form. Or I’ll make him pay.

Y'all, I don't remember my password, and I can't delete my account, so I'll just let you all know I'm quiting Tumblr. If you want some more "Blessed by a trickster", you'll have to find me on Wattpad. I'm KeefexReaderxDex (YourLocalWriter)

Chapter Twenty-Four: Well, Fuck

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A/N: I was reminded about how much I love this song while writing this! Totally wasn't dancing around my room to this song before school. Nope.

Warnings: Blood, sword-fight

Word Count: 837

Listen to: Mutiny (I recommend just listening to the first part, but you do you)

When you awoke, you were still on deck, bathed in a pool of your own blood- golden ichor instead of red. 

Your head was pounding, yet you found it to be easy to sit up. The world spun for a moment, then settled back to normal. You let out a deep breath, glancing around, only to see practically the whole crew watching you. You flinched back at their stares.

“How long was I out?” You muttered.

Polites was the first to make a move, crouching down beside you to place a hand on your forehead. “You weren’t out at all, Y/N,” he said kindly. “At least- it was too short for you to be fully unconscious.”

“What?” All of the men took a step back in what seemed like unison. One person pointed a finger at your figure. 

You looked down, yelping in surprise when you saw your own wounds stitching themselves together, new skin going to overlap the wounded and torn. 

You lifted your gaze back up, locking eyes with Eurylochus. The sheer fury in them made your heart beat faster. “Eurylochus-”

“Tell me you did not know that would happen.” The second in command turned on his heel, glare finding Odysseus, who was standing a bit farther from the rest of the group. “Say you didn’t know how that would end.” 

He took a step forward, and Odysseus turned his head away. “I didn’t mean-”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me, captain,” Eurylochus interrupted. “That you did not just try to sacrifice Y/N!” The second in command began pacing back and forth, hands massaging his temples as he spoke. “Use your wits to try and say I’m crazy and mad, that this is all some trick the gods have sent!” He paused, eyes desperate as he searched Odysseus’s, gaze pleading for the captain to interrupt and say just that. When he apparently didn’t find what he was looking for, he resumed. “Tell me you did not miss home so painfully bad, that you tried to give up the life of your best friend!”

Eurylochus started counting on his fingers, words tumbling out even faster as he gave a quick look at you from over his shoulder. “When we fought the cyclops, you were quick to hatch a plan! And when we fought we Circe, it was you who left behind no man! But when we fought this monster, we didn’t take a stand.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “We just ran!” 

He finally stopped ranting, planting himself in front of Odysseus. “Say something!”

“I can’t!” Odysseus yelled back, expression mixed with sadness, regret, and perhaps a bit of confusion.

Eurylochus looked down, taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes as he drew his sword. “Then you have forced my hand.”

“Eurylochus!” You cried, lunging forward as if you could stop what was about to happen. “Stop! Lower your weapon!”

“No can do,” the second in command said coldly without a glance at you. He kept his attention trained on Odysseus. “You miss your wife so bad, you’d trade the lives of your own crew.”

The captain rested a hand on the hilt of his weapon. “Don’t make me fight you, brother. You know you’d have done the same.”

Eurylochus looked both disgusted and outraged at the idea as he leaped toward Odysseus. “If you want all the power, you must carry all the blame!”

“Eurylochus,” you begged as he clashed his sword against Odysseus’s. “Please… just stop. We can find a way that doesn’t end like this.”

The man froze, torn between obeying you and his rage on Odysseus. The captain took the opportunity to kick Eurylochus to the ground, using his sword to knock the second in command’s weapon out of his hands. It went skittering across the floorboards, stopping right in front of you. Your expression darkened as you used the sword to prop yourself up, Polites arm wrapped around your waist to help you rise to your feet. 

As soon as you could stand properly, you abandoned Polites, taking small, silent steps as you moved behind Odysseus. 

“I am not letting you get in my way!” You heard Odysseus screech, bringing down his blade. 

You moved swiftly, embedding the weapon deep into his thigh. You watched as Odysseus groaned, falling to his knees. You moved around to the front so that he could see you, and the blade that was now covered in his blood. “My sister,” Odysseus started. “Why?”

Your lips pursed, but you didn’t look away. “How am I supposed to trust you now?” You demanded. “Now, your time has come, your luck’s run out.” You felt the rest of the crew gathering behind your back, showing that you had their support. “Now, the time has come to shut you down.”

You leaned down, your voice dropping a bit. “You relied on wit, and I almost died on it.”

You brought your boot down on his face, stomping him into unconsciousness.

Polites! I love this man to much for my health

One Dance

Pairing: Polites x Fem!Dancer!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 335

“Polites,” you whine, tugging on his arm. “Just one dance. Then we’ll catch up.”

Polites moved a branch out of your way, dodging another twig trying to get ensnared in his hair. “Sorry, Y/N. I have enough disagreements with Odysseus already.”

“Can’t you hear yourself?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. You sheathed your sword, pulling at one of Polites’s hands with both of your own. Polites finally met your gaze, and his breath hitched; your wide eyes, pleading for just one spin around the beach. “You haven’t been the same since you came back from that solo mission with Odysseus,” you continued softly.

Polites let out a small puff of breath, glancing behind him. “Alright. One dance, and then we’re catching up.”

You laughed, bright and playful, leading him back to the beach as you abandoned the rest of the crew. 

“So,” Polites started. He pushed his glasses higher up onto his nose. “How do we do this?”

You froze. “You never mentioned that you can’t dance!”

“I never said I can’t!” Polites retorted, heat creeping up his neck. “I just forgot, that’s all!” When it looked like you were about to burst into a fit of giggles, he got even more red. “It’s a common thing to do when you’ve been fighting in a war for ten years!”

“Fine, fine, fine,” you said, managing to stifle your laughter. “I’ll help you… jog your memory a bit then, hm?” 

You brought him closer to you, moving his hand to settle around your waist, your fingertips brushing against his cheek before settling on his shoulder. Polites clasped your free hands together, holding you tightly. 

“Polites,” you whispered. “We’re dancing. You can relax; it makes your movements more fluent.” 

“Right,” Polites yelped, voice going up an octave. “Right, right, right!” 

You chuckled lightly as he stepped on your foot. “Sorry!”

Chapter Three: What's Wrong With Being Confident?

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Warnings: Like on mention of raping and a mention of a suggestive comment

Word Count: 1.1k

“You need to help me.”

You shut Telemachus’s door behind you, strutting farther in without knocking. 

“Gods!” Your brother cried, jumping out of his seat in surprise. You’d approached silently, not making a sound as you had entered his room. Now, you stood right in front of him; he’d leaped out of his chair and whirled around to face you. His shoulders relaxed as he saw that it was only you. “You really need to stop doing that, Y/N.”

You placed your hands on your hips sassily as you smirked. “Make me,” you challenged.

Telemachus’s lips twitched up in a smile. “Oh, it’s on!”

He lunged at you, arms out to tackle you in a hug, but you sidestepped, giggling. His room was huge, so you had a lot of space to dodge your brother’s advances. Telemachus grabbed your wrist, but you latched onto his forearm with your other hand. With what seemed like practiced grace, you judo-flipped him, ending up on his stomach with your knee in his chest. 

“Mercy!” Your brother teased. “Let me up, Y/N!” 

You tapped your finger to your chin as if considering. Then you looked back down at him with a wide smile. “Only if you help me.”

Telemachus narrowed his eyes. “What would I be helping you with?”

“Oh, y’know,” you said casually. “Just some revenge.”

“Y/N-”

“On Antinous,” you added, knowing that your brother would do anything to get back at his bully. You stuck out your hand, looking at him expectantly. “Well?”

Telemachus sighed, grabbing your hand, giving it a firm shake before you hoisted both him and yourself off of the ground. “It’s a deal.”

~

“What did he do to you?” Telemachus asked, wide eyed after you explained the plan to him.

You bit your lip, debating whether to tell him or not. If you did, he might go into over-protective brother mode, but if you didn’t, he’d probably have to find out from Antinous himself. You sighed. “He kinda made me kiss him…”

“He raped you?”

“No, no, no!” You said quickly, throwing up your hands. “It wasn’t like that. Earlier, I snuck out again- don’t you dare tell mother,” you snapped when he opened his mouth. “And I killed a deer. Like usual, y’know? And then when I was trying to climb back up the wall, I used an arrow tied to a rope in order to shoot it up there, because, this is like a huge buck we’re talking about. So I climbed up, easy-peasy. But when I tried to come down…” You trailed off.

“Your foot got tangled in the rope,” Telemachus guessed. “Again.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Yes, again,” you grumbled. “Long story short, I was hanging upside down, blood was rushing to my head, blah, blah, blah. Then Antinous found me- I don’t even know how; he’s not known for taking strolls- and he bribed me. A kiss in exchange for getting him down.”

“You didn’t actually…” Telemachus twitched his eyebrows.

You giggled. “Of course not, brother!” You exclaimed. “You should’ve seen me; you would’ve been so proud of my acting skills! He actually bought the ‘Damsel in Distress’ thing that I was pulling off!”

Telemachus chuckled, visibly relaxing. “Alright,” he said. “How’d you weasel your way out of that one?”

“Well,” you started. “He never specified where to kiss him, the imbecile. So I simply walked over and kissed him on the cheek. Oh, and I left the deer for him, after taking the antlers.” You leaned closer. “But you wanna know the best part? I drugged that buck.” 

Telemachus let out a loud bark of laughter, and you grinned as you shushed him; no one was supposed to find you hidden behind a barrel in the storage room.

“So,” Telemachus said once he’d settled down. “How’re we planning on doing this?”

You looked at him like he was nuts. “Literally go up to Antinous and punch him in the face.”

Now it was your brother’s turn to look at you like you were insane. “What? I’m not doing that! He’ll pulverise me-”

“Please, little owl,” you begged. “Please, please, please, please, please!” You grabbed onto the sleeve of his tunic. “I didn’t tell you that he made a suggestive comment!”

“What?” Telemachus demanded as he rose to his feet. His eyes flickered with anger, face twisted into a scowl. “He said what?”

Your brother didn’t even wait for an answer, storming out of the room and toward the dining hall, you scurrying after him.

“You dirty, rotten, good-for-nothing, scum-eating, bastard!”

You found Telemachus facing Antinous, bristling with uncontrollable rage. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, little wolf,” Antinous said with a smirk. “What’s gotten under your skin today?”

“It’s not what!” Telemachus shouted, taking a swing at the suitor’s face. “It's who! And it’s you!”

Antinous grabbed his fist, smile stretching wider. “And what have I done today, little wolf? I haven’t even talked to you this fine morning.”

“You made my sister kiss you!” Telemachus spat. “And you put suggestive comments in her ears!” 

Antinous raised his eyebrows innocently. “I didn’t make her kiss me. She chose to.”

You gasped in horror in outrage, emerging from your spot in the shadows. “I did nothing of the sort!”

“Ah!” Antinous let out a laugh that sounded less boisterous and more… nervous than before. “If it isn’t the princess herself!”

You fell upon him, teeth bared in a furious snarl. You weren’t in control of your movements anymore- you simply punched and slapped and kicked. 

Before you could even realize what you’d done, Antinous was pinned beneath you, your knee in his chest in almost exactly the same position it had been when you’d pinned Telemachus. He gazed up at you, eyes wide and filled with something you couldn’t name. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked sharply, bringing your forearm to his throat as if daring him to say it louder. 

“You’re beautiful,” Antinous answered shamelessly. 

You bared your teeth at him, standing up. You grabbed Telemachus’s bicep, dragging him out of the doors behind you. You glanced behind you one last time, narrowing your eyes at Antinous, who was still laying on the ground. 

He gave a small smirk, and you scowled in return.

“I hope that taught you not to mess with a woman,” you hissed as you exited the dining room.

If to Percy Jackson and the reader|Hecate's daughter? The girl is constantly immersed in rituals and exploration of her capabilities. And the case is based on the fact that the reader has learned to take on a male form and flaunts this ability to her boyfriend. Like, she becomes just a guy and leaves all her features and appearance.

It would be interesting to use any explanations like: «well, I'm a witch» or «you're asking the daughter of the goddess of magic…»

I apologize if any of this is not clear. English is not my native language, so I relied on a translator....🦝

Boyfriend or Girlfriend?

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter!of!Hecate!Reader

Warnings: A teeny bit of cursing

Word count: 575

“Ah, ha!” 

You were stooped over a cauldron in your cabin, bottling what was possibly the hardest potion you’d ever made. The blue-green liquid sloshing around inside reminded you of your boyfriend’s, Percy Jackson’s, eyes. Oh, how little patience you had; you could hardly contain your nervous energy as you continued pouring in the potion, a small smile playing across your lips.

You licked your lips, trying to prepare yourself for downing the liquid. You put down the ladle you’d been holding and took a deep breath. 

Just as you trickled about half of the potion down your throat, the door burst open.

“Y/N!” Your sister, Lou Ellen, called as she walked into the Hecate cabin. Then she froze, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Who are you?” She asked, eyes flickering from you, to the potion in your hand, and back to you.

“Y/N,” you answered. You frowned. Your voice was different- deeper, louder. 

Lou raised her eyebrows. “Nice try,” she scoffed. “Who do you think you're playing at? You’re literally a male.”

You gasped softly, holding your hands out in front of you- large hands, probably large enough to fit around a volleyball. “It worked,” you murmured. 

“Yes!” You shouted after the shock wore off. “I did it! After several days, I did it!”

Lou pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, gods,” she muttered. “It really is you.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, sticking your tongue out. Once you were done with your antics, you straightened. “Would you, by any chance, know where Percy is?”

~

Lou did know, but it took you two more hours to arrive at the lake; you had to get help from your siblings to make another potion that would turn you back into a girl. 

Percy was sitting on the shore, legs crossed as he studied the water with his sea-green eyes. He turned his head slightly as he heard your approach. 

“Hey, Seaweed brain,” you said, sitting down beside him.

Percy smiled at the use of your favorite nickname for him. “How’s it going, Princess?” He greeted.

You shrugged casually, even though pulling this stunt on your boyfriend had your nerves on end. “Nothing much. You?”

Percy picked up a stone, twirling it in between his fingers. “Jason beat me at sparring again,” he sighed. 

His gaze was pulled away from you, back onto the rocking waves of the lake. You smirked, uncorking the potion. The smell that hit you was unexpected, but it traveled on the wind quickly; you had to do this fast. 

You chugged about a quarter of it down, holding back a wince as the horrible taste caught up with you.

Percy looked over, his eyes widening. “Holy fuck!” He yelped, leaping away from you. “Where did you come from?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “My mother,” you answered. “Where else?”

Percy opened and closed his mouth for what seemed like forever. “Uh… bring my girlfriend back, please.”

You snorted. “Gladly.”

Exchanging another vile for the one in your hand, you brought it up to your lips, giving Percy teasing salute with it. You gulped it down, thanking the gods above that this one tasted sweet instead of bitter. 

Percy raised his eyebrows at you. “That was not funny. How did you even do that?”

Chapter Twenty-Three: Still Currently Trying to Put a Positive Spin on Scylla

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A/N: Y'all I am genuinely sorry

Warnings: Scylla.

Word Count: 650

Listen to: Scylla

The next day- you weren’t even sure if it was day anymore; the sun was blocked by the narrow passageway that had been carved by years of waves crashing against it. 

“The lair of Scylla,” you breathed. “This is our only way home.”

You turned on your heel to walk over to Odysseus and Eurylochus, who were standing at the center of the ship, in the middle of the hustle and bustle and chaos.

Eurylochus gave you a small nod to acknowledge your presence before turning back to Odysseus. Your captain was staring blankly at Scylla’s cave, muttering something under his breath. You had to wave a hand in front of his face to grab his attention.

“You’re quiet today,” you said, crossing your arms. 

Odysseus went back to staring across the water. “Not much to say.”

“Captain,” Eurylochus blurted. “I’ve got a secret I can no longer keep.”

You tilted your head in puzzlement. Guilt was etched across his face, his every move signaling shame. “I opened the windbag while you were asleep!”

The look on your face made him wince; he knew how much you’d protected it. He had to focus on Odysseus in order to make his plea; the captain’s face was expressionless. “I’m so sorry! Forgive me…”

“Full speed ahead!” You heard the crew call. “Full speed ahead!”

The ship jolted forward, and you felt the urge to tell them to turn around. Nothing that involved Scylla ever ended well.

Odysseus turned to you, and you finally saw his red irises. You took a step back in fright as he said, “Y/N, light up a torch.”

You wanted to resist, to say something witty that would get him to snap out of it, but it seemed like your feet had mind’s of their own. You started toward the torches, striking flint and stone together to get a spark.

“Captain!” Eurylochus cried. “Something approaches!” 

You froze as eight dragon-like heads rose out of the water, eyes locked on you- or more specifically, the torch in your hand. “Hello.”

“Row for your lives!” Odysseus ordered, finally seeming to snap out of his daze. 

“Drown in your sorrows and fears!” Like the words were a signal, all eight heads launched themselves at you. Your eyes widened. 

Was Odysseus trying to kill you?

Your mouth twisted up in a determined scowl as you leaped over one head, gracefully landing on top of the second one. You drew your sword, using one hand to cut through the vulnerable scales behind its ears. 

It roared in pain, and the other heads were upon you in a flurry of movement. You held your torch aloft, still training their attention on you; you couldn’t risk the potential of Scylla turning its  sharp teeth to the crew. 

“Choke on your blood and your tears!” It bellowed. You grabbed an arrow from your quiver and threw it down one head’s throat. “Bleed ‘til you’ve run out of years!”

Your torch was knocked out of your hand, landing on the wet deck beneath you. “No!” You yelped, diving for it. It was a few moments away from going out, the dim flame flickering. 

Suddenly a hand picked it up, the fire returning with a vengeance. You glanced up to see Hermes wielding his caduceus, his signature prop shifting from a dagger to a sword to a knife and back to a caduceus every few seconds. 

You felt something sharp wrap around your waist, tugging you into the air. You cried out in pain as Scylla’s teeth dug into you more firmly. 

At that moment it released you with barely a whimper. You crashed back down to the deck, hitting the floorboards with a sickening thud. 

As you fought for consciousness, you could still hear Scylla. “We must do what it takes to survive!”

Then the world faded to black.

Chapter Two: An Unwelcome Distraction

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Warnings: One suggestive comment if you squint

Word count: 1.2k

You drew your bowstring, the same bow Apollo had given you a few years ago moving smoothly under your tight grip. 

You released it, your arrow cutting through the air.

The deer you had been hunting never stood a chance; it’s head was still down as your arrow passed straight through its heart. 

You emerged from the darkness, behind the bushes where you’d been hiding. Your face was streaked with mud to hide your scent, your dress replaced with trousers and a tunic- the only part of you that showed any sign of palace life was your hair, still perfect despite the wind and tree branches tugging to knot it. 

“Thank you, Apollo, for guiding my arrow with your steady hand to pierce this magnificent creature through the heart,” you murmured as you crouched down, stroking the dead deer’s fur. “Thank you, Artemis, for allowing me to kill an animal sacred to you. You have my apologies for taking its life.”

You slung the deer over your back carefully, wobbling a bit as you stood. Your fresh kill was heavy, and you were still petite for your age, and despite being eighteen, you were much too small to be carrying an animal of this weight. 

Yet, you forged on, the woods finally giving way to the wall of the palace. This was where your job got tricky.

You bit your lip, looking up at the stone fortification in front of you. Sighing, you set the deer back on the ground. You removed a rope from your belt, wrapping it around the body. You then tied the opposite end of the rope around an arrow, making sure the deadly projectile was made of sturdy wood and wouldn’t snap from the weight of the carcass. 

You drew your bowstring back as far as your arm would allow, shooting for the top of the wall. To your relief, your arrow spiraled just to wear you’d hoped, dragging the deer’s body off of the ground by barely a centimeter. 

You paid it no mind, stepping onto the dead animal in order to scramble up the rope. You used your legs to propel you on the side of the wall as best as you could, but it was a long while before you slung a leg over the top of the wall. 

You thought of this as the easiest part of your daily journeys- pulling the dead animal up after you. 

“C’mon,” you muttered, a bead of sweat running down the side of your face as you tugged at the rope. The sun was high in the sky, and you had left before dawn; your mother would surely be looking for you by now.

At last, the deer flopped onto the wall, but you’d misjudged your momentum and ended up tangled in the cord. You felt yourself slipping, and you closed your eyes. 

And then there was a rough pull on your leg. You yelped in pain, glancing around to find yourself hanging upside down by your ankle. 

You tried pulling yourself up to untie the knot that had found its way around your foreleg before giving up. You’d have to wait here for someone to find you- preferably Telemachus or a servant.

It turned out you didn’t have to wait that long, although when you heard his boisterous laughter you wanted to say, “no, just leave me here. Please and thank you.”

Fighting against your pounding headache- all the blood was rushing to your head- you opened your eyes. You let out a groan as your suspected fears were confirmed.

“Well, well, well,” Antinous said smugly, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “If it isn’t the princess herself. In such a… odd position.”

“Oh, stop gloating,” you muttered. “Get me down from here.”

Your suitor’s smirk grew wider. “Only if I get something in return.”

You shook your head wildly, which only caused the ache to spread. “No way, Antinous.”

He sighed dramatically. “Ah, well,” he said in mock disappointment. “I suppose I’ll have to leave you hanging there until Telemachus is done with his duties, which won’t end for another couple of hours.” He sighed once more. “Such a shame.”

You groaned again. “Fine,” you relented. “Name your price.”

The glint in his eyes made you want to take back your words.

“Wait-”

Antinous continued before you could finish your sentence. “I’ll let you off easy this time, princess. But if I find you like this again, things won’t look good for you.” His cocky grin only seemed to grow. “All I ask for is one kiss.”

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you looked away, blaming it on the fact that you were hanging upside down. “Alright,” you said once you’d regained your composure. “I’ll do it. Just get me down from here.”

Antinous chuckled as he unsheathed his dagger. You went still as he cut the rope, but your suitor caught you with ease before your head could meet the ground. 

You glanced up at him, his face disturbingly close to yours. You blushed as you realized he was still holding you bridal-style. 

You scrambled to get out of his grasp, turning back to the rope that now dangled above your reach. You leaped for it, eyes flashing with frustration as you fell two inches short. 

“I’ll get that for you, for another kiss.”

“Not happening,” you answered without even looking behind you. As you lunged for the rope again, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. 

“Here.” Antinous’s breath was too close. You could feel it brush your ear. 

He lifted you up a little higher, your fingers just barely managing to grab the cord. “Thanks,” you whispered as he brought you back to the ground. 

You began tugging on the rope, surprising yourself when the dead deer came tumbling down. You gave a small shout and came rushing forward, catching the carcass before it could get covered in the mud waiting below. 

“What…” 

You turned back to your suitor, who’s wide eyes were flickering from you, to the dead deer, to the bloody arrow you’d dug from its heart, and back to you. 

You gave a casual shrug, effortlessly extending the dead animal to him. “Do you want it? You could probably use it more than me.”

Antinous still only stared at you in utter shock. You rolled your eyes, setting the deer on the soft grass beneath you. “Since you waited so long,” you said, drawing your hunting knife. “I get to keep these.”

You made two clean cuts through where the deer’s pelt met the antlers, a bit of blood squirting out, though you didn’t seem to care. 

You whirled around to leave, took a few steps and froze. You were an honourable person, and a dead deer did not make up for going back on your word. 

You scurried up to Antinous, having to rise to your tip-toes to reach him. You placed your lips against his cheek in a delicate kiss, turning scarlet all at once. 

Then you turned on your heel, sprinting away, back toward the palace, antlers the only reminder of your kill. 

Antinous stared after you, still frozen. What the hell just happened?

I asked my friends what Taylor Swift song represented me and all of my answers were either "I Can Do It With a Broken Heart", or "Vigilante Shit".

Chapter Twenty-Two: I'm Sorry- Have You Met Me? I Have No Temperance

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A/N: Giggling and kicking my feet rn. I love Hermes and Polites so muchhhh

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1k

“What is happening?” You groaned, running your fingers through your annoyingly perfect hair. 

Hermes raised an eyebrow. You’d just spilled everything to him, and he hadn’t spoken once since. “Well, you’re turning into a goddess, Y/N.”

You stopped pacing your room to give him an expression that said, no shit, Sherlock.

Your mentor held up his hands in defense. “I’m as clueless as you,” he admitted. “I don’t know why this is happening, and, to be honest, I’m sorry for you.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, plopping down on your bed beside the god. “But what am I even the goddess of?”

Hermes stared at you like you were stupid. When you only gazed back, he sighed in exasperation. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re the goddess of the soul, Y/N. Humility, charity, chastity, kindness, temperance, patience, and diligence.” 

You froze, mouth and eyes wide open. “You’re joking.”

Hermes blinked.

“Kindness?” You demanded. “Temperance? Did it look like I murdered those sirens out of kindness and with self-restraint?” 

Hermes visibly flinched at your sharp tone. “Maybe I should go-”

“No,” you said, voice softening. You placed a hand on his forearm and looked into his eyes. “Please, Hermes. Stay.”

“I-” Hermes could barely remember how cocky he had been when he met you, struggling not to turn into a sputtering, blushing mess. “Uhm, yeah, I think I’ll stay.”

You smiled, leaning back. On instinct, Hermes sat behind you, laying your head down on his lap. You got a flashback to when you were suffering from the screams of the dead back in the Underworld, and Polites had done the same thing to calm you down. 

They say, ‘speak of the devil, and he will appear’, but it was as if the singular thought of Polites had summoned him. There was a knock at the door, and you frantically pushed yourself off of Hermes. 

“Y/N?” His muffled voice called. “Can I- can I come in?”

“Get out of here!” You whispered, pushing Hermes off of the bed. He hit the ground with a loud thump, not even bothering to catch himself, though you knew he was perfectly capable of doing so. “Hermes!” You said quietly. “Move!”

The gods’ eyes fluttered open, and he turned over to lay on his back, arms resting beneath his head, causing him to look completely relaxed. “What’s the rush, love?” Hermes asked loudly. Your heart sank; Polites had surely heard that. 

“Y/N?” Polites asked, softer this time. 

You scowled at the god on the floor, and he grinned up at you. You gave up with an annoyed sigh. “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Polites slipped into the room, though he paused almost immediately. He stared down at Hermes with a look of utter confusion, eyes widening as they found sight of his winged shoes and caduceus that was propped up on the wall beside your bed. 

“Hey, Polites!” You greeted cheerfully. 

Hermes’s eyes narrowed, and you didn’t miss the mood change. 

“I- er- Lord Hermes!” Polites said with a bow. “I… didn’t expect to see you here.”

With a sudden burst of intuition, you leaned over the edge of the bed, trying to reach a hand over Hermes’ mouth- but you were too late. “Y’know, just helping Y/N with her ‘turning into a goddess’ situation.”

You groaned, putting your head in your hands. You felt Polites’s gaze burning into your skin. 

“What?” He asked.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Hermes said smoothly. “Y/N is the new goddess of the soul. An immortal is currently traveling with your crew- a great honour.”

Polites gave you a look of complete betrayal, and you thought he was about to start lecturing you about how you should trust him with stuff like this, but instead, Polites’s gaze hardened. “Does Eurylochus know?” 

“Eurylochus?” You allowed yourself a small chuckle. “No. I only told Odysseus and Hermes.”

Polites blinked. “If you don’t mind me asking… Why Hermes?”

“He was kinda my mentor.”

“‘Kinda’?” Hermes demanded, placing a hand to his chest dramatically. “That hurts, Sunshine. I taught you so much!”

“You left me without a lesson for a month,” you deadpanned. You turned your attention back to Polites. “Listen, Polites,” you started. “No one else has to know.”

“Are you joking?” Polites burst out. “The whole crew would worship you even more than they do now! There would be sacrifices- and, and, feasts, and-”

“Worship me more than they already do?” You interrupted. “What does that mean?”

Hermes and Polites looked at each other, and then to you. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?” They both asked at the same time.

“You’re literally glowing, Y/N,” Polites added.

You held your arms out in front of you, annoyance flashing across your features as you saw the rosy aura around them. “No.”

Hermes rose to his feet gracefully, going to sit beside you. He put a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” His usual arrogant tone was laced with genuine regret. “Duties call.” And then he was gone, vanishing without a trace. 

Polites tilted his head as if contemplating something. “Alright,” he finally said. “I’ll keep your secret.”

Your shoulders slumped in relief, your arms returning to your sides. “Thank you, Polites.”

He smiled, understanding in his gaze. “Do you want to be alone?”

You nodded silently, and your friend exited the room. 

Polites shut your door behind him, but his thoughts still lingered in there. Hermes, who had called you ‘love’. Hermes, who had sent you glances throughout the whole conversation.

Hermes, who was obviously infatuated with you.

Polites could hardly compete with Eurylochus, forget a god. But he had to try. Aphrodite had faith in him, and he had to have faith in himself. 

He didn’t know what more he could do.

Aww ty!!!

Chapter One: The Blessing of the Sun

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A/N: HEHEHEHEHE (Ya that's all I got [I'm high on caffeine, if you can't tell])

Warnings: Handsome immortal alert! Handsome immortal alert!

Word count: 850

When you were nine, you snuck out of your room for the first time. You’d been ordered to stay in the chamber under the watchful eye of your servant, but you felt jittery and restless.

You needed to get out of the palace, abandon these stone walls for a little while.

The afternoon sun shone through the beautiful stained glass windows as you kept your head down, back pressed against the wall. If what Telemachus had accidentally told you was true… 

There it was. Your hand wrapped around a lever, the metal cold on the palm of your hand. You pulled, a harsh jerk of the wrist. There was a loud scraping sound of stone grinding against stone, and you cursed. Your servant would find you soon if you weren’t fast enough.

You turned, slipping into the secret passage that had opened next to you. 

The darkness that engulfed you made you nervously drum your fingers on your leg, nails skimming over the hunting knife that was hidden in the folds of your dress- the dagger you’d stolen from your older brother the time Telemachus had allowed you into his room.

You swatted away a cobweb that was trying to get entangled in your hair. Your steps became faster, more determined to get out of this awful space.

A breath of fresh air hit you in the face, the wind running its chilly fingers through your locks, tugging at your hair playfully. 

You took another step forward, and suddenly you were falling, sun blinding your eyes as they stretched wide in panic. You landed on your back, all of the breath knocked out of you.

“Holy-”

Someone above you tsks. “Is it really appropriate for such a young lady like you to be cursing?”

You jolt up, banging your head against someone else’s forehead. You lay back down with a groan. “Who the hell are you?”

“You shouldn’t answer a question with a question, princess.”

You cross your arms over your chest, head still pounding. “Mine seems more important,” you argue. “Who are you?”

You feel a hand rest gently on your forehead, and the ache begins to dissipate. 

The person chuckles lightly. “Well,” he said- you figured it was male, though he spoke in more of a sing-song. “Maybe you should open your eyes before asking such things.”

You frown, earning another laugh from the unknown person. Slowly you blink, your eyes adjusting to the light. Standing above you was the tallest man you’d ever seen. He was bathed  with a golden glow, bright blue eyes gazing into your own. A laurel wreath shone atop his head, perfectly tan arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Somehow you knew this was a god, though it wasn’t his appearance that gave him away- rather, it was his presence. 

“Apollo?” You whispered softly, as if you believed if you stirred the air too much, it would scare the god of the sun away. 

The addressed deity threw his head back, a booming laugh escaping his lips. “Yes, that is I, little mortal.” 

You stood, dusting off your dress. As quickly as you rose, you dropped into a grand curtsy. “Lord Apollo, to what do I owe the honour?” 

“You are smarter than you look.” You weren’t sure whether to be proud or offended by his words as he circled you, studying you as a king observes his prize bull. “Tell me, little mortal, how did you know that I am Apollo?”

You tilt your head. “You feel like the sun,” you stated bluntly.

That got him to chuckle again. He paused his pacing to look you in the eye. “I suppose. But I have come to answer your prayer.”

You blinked. “What prayer?”

Apollo furrowed his perfect brow. “What do you mean, ‘what prayer’?” He questioned. “Y’know? That prayer that you sent me when you were two, wishing you could be like your father, the mighty Odysseus?”

“Did I?” You try to remember what he was referring to, but you come up empty. “Sorry, but I don’t think I even knew you existed at such a young age.”

“Ah.” Apollo waves this off. “It doesn’t matter whether you remember it or not, for I am here to make your dreams come true.”

“Uhm,” you said. “No offense, Lord Apollo, but how…” You trailed off as the god held up a golden bow, fitted perfectly for the palms of your hands to grip. 

You reached out to touch it, mesmerized by the curve of the limbs and the string that seemed to change colors in the sunlight. Apollo held it closer, as if urging you to take it. You didn’t need any further encouragement, small fingers wrapping around the weapon. 

As you grasped the bow, a shimmering belt appeared on your waist, a quiver full of arrows attached. You gasped, running your fingers up and down your new accessory. 

When you looked up, mouth opening to speak, you met Apollo’s shining blue eyes. “Thank you,” you murmured, tone filled with emotion and gratitude. 

“Anytime, Y/N,” the immortal said, shooting you a wink as he faded away. 

“Anytime.”