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I have bad news.

I just had a dream, and AI was in it.

I kid you not, I was listening to music in my dream and the dancer was moving and switching between different poses and different looks and styles like basic AI videos would. It was horrible.

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Serious question.

I'm reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and have got to the part where Filch is excited that Umbridge allowed him to use whips on the students when they misbehave.

All I have to ask is: He does realize that most of the students have probably guessed that he can't do magic -- maybe they know he's a Squib, maybe they don't -- which means if he tries to whip them, they could just jinx or hex him and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Him or his cat, doesn't matter.

I know he doesn't whip anyone -- on Chapter Thirty -- yet, but, like, he had to have thought that, right? Especially when, with the Inquisitorial Squad docking Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff House points, meaning the Inter-House Championship isn't worth winning when the point system is completely leaning towards letting Slytherin win, the students most likely won't care doing anything that'll make them lose points. Why would they care when, evidently with Harry and Hermione, they could get docked for just not being like by the Slytherins or for being a Muggle-born?

Serious question. Filch HAS to have realized this at some point that whipping them would be entirely useless when they could get back at him in worser ways.

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Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughter’s godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.

Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery

Chapter Eleven

The siblings waited for the man to say “April Fools!” – even though it was June. He didn’t. 

Adrestia searched the man’s face for any sign of this being a joke. She found none, not even a flicker. He was completely serious. She wanted to laugh, to demand where the cameras were and ask where their real godfather was. Judging by the looks on her siblings’ faces, they were thinking the same thing.

“Are you joking?” Bianca demanded, anger seeping into her voice. The kind of tone swiftly followed by a scolding. 

If the man didn’t like her tone, he didn’t show it. “No, I’m incredibly serious.” He gestured to the chairs. “Sit.”

Defiance shone brightest in Adrestia, and lingered somewhat in her siblings. They all ignored the order. The reason why differed. Bianca desired answers and would do nothing until she got them; Nico distrusted the man who called himself Hades and wanted a quick getaway in case things got ugly; Adrestia disobeyed just because. 

“What,” Bianca crossed her arms, “you honestly expect us to believe you’re Hades. As in the “God of the Dead” Hades from Greek Mythology? You expect us to believe you’re some powerful immortal?”

“Who’s also our dad?” Nico added, skepticism coloring his voice. 

“And my godfather,” Adrestia said, hands on her hips.

Hades' dark eyes landed on each of them, studying. Whatever he was thinking, they couldn’t tell. If he was a poker player, he’d win every time, Adrestia thought to herself. Now that she looked at him, Adrestia felt an ancientness to his . . . everything. She couldn’t pin it down. 

Hades exhaled a long, tired sigh, one somewhere between exasperated parent and defeat. 

“If you sit down and eat, I will give you the proof you need.”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do?” Adrestia taunted, smirking. “Raise the dead?”

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t tempt me.”

The siblings shared a look, questioning whether they should take Hades’s deal and trust the food he’d offered. Thousands of words flew between them. Wariness showed plain and simple on their faces, towards Hades, the food, and what they’d witnessed on their walk into the place. It all felt like a dream. The only thing that made it clear it wasn’t was the fact that they’re all experiencing it together; and nothing weird or unexplainable had happened. Yet.

Finally, with a firm nod from Bianca, they all sat. Stiffly and ready to run, but they sat. 

Orthrus, Crimson, and Maria settled beside their respective owners. Bowls of water and grounded up meat mixed with bits of fruit and veggies appeared in front of them. The dogs started eating as soon as their owners’ gave the signal. 

Adrestia filled her plate with nachos and burgers with blue buns, a smile creeping onto her face. Bianca smiled widely, savoring the rich and savory taste of spaghetti and meatballs doused in marinara mixed with parmesan. No sign of pleasure or content appeared on Nico’s face, but those who knew him could tell he was enjoying his lasagna.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Adrestia watched Hades. He ate silently. To her, he didn’t seem like much of a threat. There was a certain air about him, fear and dread radiated off him like heat from the sun. But Adrestia couldn’t help but think how easily she could beat him in a fight with how slim he was. 

A deep part of her brain told her it’d be a foolish idea to engage him in battle.

After they all finished eating, Hades led them out of the dining room and deeper into his castle. The more of the skeletons Adrestia saw, noting how each of them came from a different era of warfare, she got an eerie feeling that they were real and not props or excellent costumes. Real skeletons, moving around as if they were still alive. The idea sounded absurd.

They stopped in front of a massive door. It stood out from the entire castle. Etched into the wood were three large dogs frolicking in a field of flowers and trees. Happy, was one way to describe it. 

Hades opened the door and pushed it aside, gesturing for the siblings to enter. They did so, their dogs at their heels. A massive room laid before them, walls lined with shelves and file cabinets. On the shelves, Adrestia recognized several familiar clay figurines and posters she and her siblings had made, along with framed photos of her and her family. She stared at a picture of her, Nico, and Bianca standing in front of Cinderella’s castle at Disney World. They were smiling widely, bits of their lunch sticking to the corners of their lips. It was a shiny, warm day.

“I remember this,” Bianca murmured to herself. She dragged a fingertip down a crudely made clay heart. “Why is this . . . ?”

“What the–?” Nico had chosen to look through the file cabinets. He found letters, all of them difficult to read due to sloppy handwriting or words spelled incorrectly. “My name is on some of these.”

“Yes,” Hades said, standing in the doorway, “because you wrote them.”

The siblings turned and stared at him, pelting him with silent questions. 

A smile ghosted the Lord of the Dead’s lips. “Surely, you children remember sending the man who has provided for you for so long gifts? Although, seeing how long ago it was, it makes sense you forgot.”

Nico showed his two sisters the letters, which were dated when they’d be around six to eight years old. There was no denying it. Him having these drawings, letters, photos, and pieces of childish creativity – things they themselves had created and sent – was proof enough of who he was. 

The man who had sent them gifts, who they kept in contact with, who they considered a part of the family was a god. 

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Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughter's godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.

Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery

Chapter Ten

Author’s note: I read back the last nine chapters and realized how many inconsistencies I’d written in. Notably switching between past and present tense. For example, in chapter nine, I’d written that Hades never called his children and Adrestia. I wanted to use the excuse that they call him, but I ended chapter seven with Hades calling Adrestia. I have ADHD, so I forget things a lot, and with how long it takes me to write these chapters I’m going to forget a couple of things. 

I also can’t write these to be long. Otherwise I want to do something else and forget I have this waiting for me. 

Nico, Bianca, and Adrestia had many expectations for what their godfather/uncle/father would look and be like. What they got was somehow very far but also very close. 

They’d expected a mystery man. Someone average who could easily blend into the shadows, go unnoticed. They knew he had to be of the one percent. A poor or middle-class man would never pay for so much in one year, especially for three kids he’s never met and would never discover if they truly valued him past the gifts. Nico, Bianca, and Adrestia weren’t shallow, but it’s a reasonable assumption when you’ve only talked to someone over text or through a call and never face-to-face. 

They stared at the man before them, failing to believe this was the generous man they’d heard so much about. 

“Hello, children,” the man said, staring at them as if to memorize what they looked like. It was the same voice from the voicemail. 

Adrestia wrapped her arms around Orthrus’s neck. One thing she noticed was the uncanny resemblance between the man and Nico: the unbelievably pale skin, the dark eyes, the long hair, and the scary aura. The only thing the man was missing was an emo look and fake piercings. And maybe some stubble he’s too lazy to shave off. 

Nico must’ve noticed as well. “Dad?”

The man looked at him. “Yes, son?”

Adrestia reached out and poked the man’s face, dragging the tip of her finger down his cheek before drawing away. “That’s his actual skin tone.”

The man smiled, his obsidian black eyes twinkling in amusement. It sent a chill down the siblings’ spines. Including Nico’s, and he didn’t scare easily. “What? Did you think it was makeup?”

Adrestia nodded. “Yeah. You’re whiter than bone.”

“Bones are yellow.”

“And you know that from all of the people you killed?” Adrestia retorted. She hadn’t liked how sure her godfather sounded when he said that, like he studied bones in a non-legal way. It didn’t help with her belief of him being in the mafia. 

Instead of a dirty look – something Adrestia and her siblings expected – her godfather laughed. A sharp bark of sound that chilled the air. The dogs’ ears perked up, like they were shocked this man could laugh. Adrestia, Nico, and Bianca sat in stunned, stiff silence, not sure what to do while their godfather/uncle/father continued to laugh, clutching his chest. 

What felt like an awkward eternity passed, and the man’s laughter died down.  He wiped away a tear. “Let’s talk more in the dining room.”

The man stepped out of the way. The siblings’ shared a look. A part of them wanted to stay in the safety of the limo with their dogs, but this was the man who’d essentially made their lives better; and their mother had taught them to never judge a book by its cover. 

Being the oldest, Bianca stepped out first, her dog trailing behind her. Nico and Adrestia soon followed.

“You can leave your luggage in the car,” the man said. “My servants will get them and take them to your room.”

They stood at the end of a long driveway leading up to an ominous dark castle that appeared easily twice the size of the Palace of Versailles. It looked like a palace made from nightmares. It had turrets, the points puncturing the sunless sky. There was no light to be seen from the inside, and the siblings’ expected a bolt of lightning or two to appear along with a booming bash of thunder – like what you’d see in those animated scenes of scary castles. They knew, for a fact, there had to be a dungeon. Not because it was expected in castles, but, looking at this castle, it was the first thing that’d pop into your head. 

As they walked up the driveway, Bianca swore she saw a look of amusement on her father’s face. Apparently, he found their trepidation funny. 

They passed under a tall archway, the gate already raised. The siblings’ stared, awed, by the skeleton guards. Judging by the clothes the guards wore, they came from different eras ranging from Ancient Greece to recent wars, like the one in Afghanistan. Adrestia wondered how useful a skeleton warrior was. Ever since that scene from Scary Movie 2 where Brenda and Cindy dismantle the skeleton and rearrange its bones to make fun of it, Adrestia never saw a skeleton creature as threatening. She fought back the urge to sneak up on one of the guards and grab one of its leg bones just to laugh as it fell, like a person snatched of their cane. Adrestia thought that’d be too cruel. 

The man led them through magnificent halls of pure gold and silver, decorated with bouquets of flowers made from jewels the siblings’ didn’t know the name of. Those halls gave Adrestia the vibe of “Tell me you’re rich without telling me you’re rich”. 

They smelled the food before they saw it.

The dining room table, a long and thick mahogany slab on stone podiums, was blanketed with delicacies the Jackson-Di Angelo siblings knew so well; because it was their favorite. Blue foods and desserts for Adrestia; affogato and lasagna for Nico; moussaka and spaghetti and meatballs for Bianca. There were others, but those mains caught the siblings’ eyes. 

The man stood at the head of the table. “Now, let’s begin with introductions. My name is Hades, Lord of the Underworld and God of the Dead.”

Second Author’s Note: Wanted to end this story by telling you I’m planning on a second Hades is my Godfather, one called Goddaughter of Hades. It’s not a sequel to this story, it’s an alternate universe. In it, Nico and Bianca aren’t Adrestia’s adopted siblings, and Adrestia talks to Hades daily through an altar. 

Actually, I think I might do two different ones. One of no Nico and Bianca with Adrestia talking to Hades through an altar; and one where the three live in Gotham and Adrestia starts up a relationship with Bane after getting pregnant from a one-night-stand (she is over eighteen). Why? I just like Bane. In this case, it’ll be the Arkham Origins version.  It won’t follow the story in the games because the Bane in the other Arkham games is a giant WTF.

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Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughter's godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.

Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery

Chapter Nine

Author’s Note: This chapter took so many months to upload due to a mixture of procrastination and writing insecurity. I hate that it feels like a part of me is losing a love for writing. I’m taking the advice of just writing and caring about editing later. Merry Christmas. Hope you all got something amazing this year; I know I did. Accidentally put this on my other account.

Bianca, Adrestia, and Nico were in the Underworld. 

No, they weren’t dead, and no, they hadn’t been kidnapped or anything like that. 

Two hours ago, Adrestia had received a call from her godfather. It terrified her to say the least, because he never called. Ever. He’s never even sent a voice message, always a text and usually on a holiday or their birthday or to respond to whatever text they sent him. 

Nico could still remember what happened after his sister had been called. 

She’d barged into the room they and Bianca were staying in at the cabin in Montauk, muscles tense and her breathing faster than normal. Nico had never seen her like that. Scared. Not when Gabe threatened them, not when she got into fights or was sent to juvie. She’d been clutching her phone so hard her knuckles were white. Nico could hear it ringing and he wondered who was calling her. Definitely not a friend. He’d closed his book, a desire to protect his sister and yell at whoever was harassing her boiling inside of him. Adrestia barely reacted when Nico snatched her phone from her, eyes blinking as if she’d been freed from a trance. 

Nico raised her phone to his face. His eyes widened in shock, disbelief, and fear when he read the caller ID.  

It  read “Godfather”.

His father was calling her. Why? 

Nico turned to Adrestia. “Is he–?” Adrestia cut him off with a sharp nod. “He never calls us. Why is he calling you?”

Adrestia said a lot without saying anything using facial expression and body language alone. Her mouth opened and closed, brows rose and fell, eyes widened and narrowed, and she waved her arms and hands around, looking like an overly dramatic theater kid who’d been dared to not speak while acting out a play. The entire spectacle would’ve made Nico laugh if they weren’t receiving their first ever call from their godfather/uncle/father. 

Their eyes snapped to Adrestia’s phone as the call ended. There would’ve been a sigh of relief . . . if  a voicemail hadn’t been left. 

Tentatively, Adrestia tapped it; the siblings held their breaths. A deep, oily voice brimming with authority echoed, “Adrestia, Nico, Bianca – pack your things. You’re in danger. I’m bringing you back to my palace for training. Do not fight this.”

They didn’t know what to say so they said nothing. Silence. 

A wrinkle appeared between Adrestia’s brows as she met her brother’s eyes. “Did he say palace?”

“Am I a prince?” Nico questioned no one in particular, face twisting in curiosity. 

Adrestia put her hands on her hips and straightened. “If you are, I’m killing you for the throne.” Despite the seriousness of her voice, he caught the hint of humor lingering beneath.

A ghost of a smirk appeared on Nico’s face, and he feigned anger. “I’d like to see you try. I’m not giving it up without a fight.” He raised his fists. 

After a small round of play fighting, Nico and Adrestia rushed outside to show their parents the voicemail. They expected to be told the message was a scam or something despite the unlikeliness of it, but the expression on their mother’s face said otherwise. She looked afraid and nervous at the same time. Her eyes were wide, lips parted like breath had been stolen from her and she fought to replace it. 

Sally ordered them to pack their things. The siblings did without argument. Even in a situation like this, they’ll do what she says and ask questions later. 

They obeyed when she told them to leash their dogs, and again when she told them to enter the fancy limo SUV that’d suddenly appeared like stormy clouds that decided to fuck up someone’s day. Adrestia wanted to demand answers, but her mother’s soft expression silenced her. Nico, Bianca, and Adrestia placed their luggage in the back of the limo, kissed and hugged their family goodbye, instructed their dogs into the backseat, and stepped inside. 

“I love you guys. Be good,” Sally said, before shutting the door. 

When those doors opened, the siblings were greeted by a tall man with skin paler than a sheet of paper, dark otherworldly eyes, dark hair that reached his shoulders and was a similar style to Professor Snape from Harry Potter, and wearing a black robe. The fabric of which they swore had faces that mutedly wailed and screamed in agony and distress.

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In my opinion, out of all the troll characters in Trollhunter, Angor Rot is the most interesting.

For starters, there are obvious differences between him and the other trolls.

He has a human-like physique

There are glowing gems in his body

His eyes glow and are removable

There might be some others, but I'm not sure.

According to The Way of the Wizard, trolls are born from magic -- a chip from the mother and father's Heartstone into a small crystal, and it takes, on average, thirty years for the baby to be born. Not sure why I'm bringing this up, but it feels relevant.

I'm pretty sure the crystal the parents use is a mineral of some kind, as Toby trails off as he's saying Kornerupine and realizes he's looking at a troll and not a crystal or gem. This just makes me wonder what crystal Angor Rot was born from; most likely an amethyst geode. However, that doesn't explain his other features.

Honestly, if someone were to write a story about Angor Rot after he got his soul taken and was forced to be Morgana's champion, where the plot involved him recalling parts of his life starting from birth and getting angry when he can't later on, would be something I would read.

Angor Rot just feels like the kind of character with a lot of unexplored territory. Even if he is a side character, in a sense, I still wish we got more information on him in other media.

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I have this scenario for one of my fanfic stories "Hades is my Godfather" and I need to get it out.

Sally: Adrestia, your father isn't dead, he's --

Poseidon walks in.

Adrestia, completely serious blurt: Oh my god, he's a lesbian.

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I am fully convinced that if Percy greeted his father with "Yo, what up, bitch?" he'd still be the favorite, and I would love to see Triton's face that a demigod could be that disrespectful and still favorited while he, a god who has been his father's messenger for centuries, isn't.

Also, canonically, Percy sold candy to his classmates in Yancy Academy (I think) like a drug dealer.

It would be funny if the gods only got part of the story, where they're told, out of context, Percy was a dealer in middle school. Could you imagine them just being hit with the possibility that the Savior of Olympus, a chill, brave dude, was a drug dealer at such a young age? Although, Poseidon would definitely deny the possibility for as long as he can.

I know if they asked him, Percy would be too oblivious to realize they thought he was a drug dealer and that they didn't know he was talking about actual candy.

Hades would probably check Percy's file to see what misdeeds he'd done and wonder how he missed the "DRUG DEALER" part.

Athena would definitely try to break Annabeth and Percy up.

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So, I’ve just been to Walmart and

Honestly, I’m extremely surprised they turned the show into a book. I’ve never heard that done before, and I think it’s pretty interesting.

Can’t wait to read this. One of the reasons I got it was because 1) I have an OC similar to Wednesday who doesn’t show emotions facially and 2) I like having body gestures and vocal tones being described as it helps me be a better writer, especially when I can’t tell the difference between a laugh and a cackle and with Wednesday I hope there’ll be some minute facial expressions written in.

For those curious, the other two books I got are called Bonded in Death by J.D Robb and Powerful by Lauren Roberts.

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Out of sheer boredom and temporary loss of impulse control, Sally Jackson lists the God of the Underworld, Hades, as her daughter's godfather. She fully expected nothing to come of it. Then, a package arrived at her door.

Based off of the prompt: Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery

Chapter Eight

Author’s Note: As I told one of the commenters - on Wattpad - this chapter will be a doozy (my opinion) ‘cause someone’s gonna die. They didn’t want it to be Nico or Bianca, and I have thought over the request, but we’ll just have to read who it might be.

Aside from telling Adrestia about the schools her godfather mentioned, Paul and Sally never brought up her expulsion. This hadn’t been the first time she was expelled, but like always, they hope it's the last. 

She was still sulking about her lost pendant, making faces as she stroked the base of her neck and remarking that her reflection felt off. One night, Paul entered her room with a small weathered box and sat on the edge of her bed. 

“What’s that?” Adrestia asks, stopping the video on her phone and pulling out an earbud. 

“A family heirloom,” Paul answers, lifting the lid of the box. Inside was a golden necklace with a thin chain and a scratched, opaque emerald cut in a circular pattern surrounded by small diamonds. “It was my great-grandmother’s. I meant to give it to Estelle when she was older, since she’s the only one without a necklace, but I am willing to give it to you just until your godfather can find your pendant. And so you’ll stop brooding.”

Adrestia scoffs in amusement, lips slowly curling into a grin. 

Paul smiles, warmth filling his brown eyes. “There’s that smile.”

She sits up, grabbing a handful of her thick hair and coiling it into a bun. Her stepfather, who she regards as her actual father, leans over and clasps it around her neck, the metal chilling her skin. 

Paul hums in thought. “It brings out your eyes.”

“It’s an emerald,”Adrestia murmurs, letting go of her hair and lifting the jewel to get a better look at it. “Anything green always seems to bring out my eyes.” She looks up at him. “Thank you. I’ll try not to lose this one, even though I have absolutely no idea how I lost the last one.”

Paul ruffles her hair, laughing off her playful scowl. He stands and leaves the room. Adrestia takes another moment to examine the necklace, her eyes roving over each scratch, each evidence of wear and tear. It felt symbolic in a way. Despite everything the necklace went through, the horrors it must’ve lived through, it was still here, still wearable, still alive. 

It couldn’t replace the one she’d mysteriously lost, but it did feel nice to not feel like there was something wrong with her appearance.

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The expulsion was steadily forgotten about as the family neared the day they’d leave for their annual vacation to Montauk, something they looked forward to all year, every year.

Four weeks before, when Adrestia and Nico were still at Yancy, Sally and Paul constructed a list of tasks with deadlines and divided it up among them and their three oldest children. Planning always started weeks before. It prevented unnecessary stress while using up the ADHD kids energy.

As usual, the parents were in charge of booking the cabin and itinerary, as they’d be visiting the nearby parks and having a technology-free week. However, they would be keeping their phones on them in case of emergencies. 

Two weeks before the trip, Adrestia heads to the nearby Target to buy some board games and books. Every year, they’d buy one to three new games before going on their trip. It was part of their tradition. New games brought a sense of excitement and rage. Plus, the ones they barely played would be donated to Toys for Tots. 

A small smile grows on Adrestia’s face. 

Before Gabe died and her family was struck with an endless amount of good luck, they were poor. Dirt poor. Gabe would use up most of the money Sally earned on gambling, cigars and beer. The only reason the kids could go to McDonald’s, field trips, and still experience Christmas and birthdays was due to Mr. Di Angelo, who would receive drawings and thank-you letters afterwards. Gabe once tried to use the money from the bank accounts Mr. Di Angelo set up to deposit child support, but returned from the bank incredibly pale and sweaty. He refused to talk about it. Adrestia vividly recalls the imperceptible smirk on her mother’s face, and how a single word always sent Gabe back to that petrified state. 

Hades. 

Sally told them it was the name of their guardian angel.

During one of Gabe’s many drunken rampages, Adrestia had shouted it while curled up in a ball with her hands protecting her head. Everything went quiet for a moment. Then, he started crying and begging for his life.

They would always shout “Hades!” whenever Gabe tried to hurt them, and he’d always back off. Not for long, though. Despite that, the name became a sort of comfort for them. They were convinced their guardian angel was the Greek God of the Dead because the name didn’t appear anywhere else. Their parents humored them.

Four hours later, Adrestia heads home with two new board games, a thousand piece puzzle of a Seaside Cottage, and dozens of new books for her and her family. Except Bianca; she has a kindle.

A day before the trip, Nico and Bianca drove to nearby stores for toiletries, snacks, dog treats, perishables, and meats for barbecue. 

“We should get some corn for corn on the cob,” Bianca says to her brother in Italian. “Dad told me that’s the only way they could get Estelle to eat corn.”

Nico nods. “Did mom say what kind of desserts she and dad’ll make?”

“Uh. . . “ she trails off as she thinks, “I’m pretty sure she said Moussaka –”

“Of course.” Nico drops a large steak in the cart.

“– tiramisu and affogato –”

Nico pumps his fist and mouths ‘yes’.

“– and baklava cigars.”

“Finally, I have something to smoke with my wine,” Nico dryly quips. 

Bianca makes a sound between a scoff and a chuckle, and she lightly hits her brother upside the head. He dramatically falls forward, bracing himself on the freezer to avoid making a mess as he slowly lays down on the ground to make it seem like she hit him harder than she actually did. His sister laughs, shaking her head.

After paying, they returned to the apartments. Waiting on the street was their mother, Estelle, and Adrestia, who was firmly gripping the leashes of the muzzled Cane Corsos. The dogs sat obediently by the three of them, curiously eyeing the passersby while patiently waiting for someone to pet them. Their tails wagged, an expectant look in their eyes everytime they locked gazes with someone. Orthrus would look up at his owner and whine, as if to complain that no one saw what a good boy he was being. Adrestia leaned down and patted his head. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she cooed. “Even if no one else does, I think you’re the goodest boy ever.”

Bianca parks by the sidewalk, and Nico opens the sliding door. At the sight of the door opening, the dogs abruptly stand, scaring a few pedestrians in the process, and wait for a command.

Every month, the dogs would be professionally groomed. They’d sometimes be cleaned by their owners, Paul, or Sally if they smelled from rain or caked themselves in mud. They were large, playful animals with high amounts of energy, so getting dirty was to be expected and they didn’t want them to accidentally scratch anyone. The dogs knew the routine by heart, and knew they’d get a treat and some pets afterward.

Sally hands Bianca and Nico heavy-duty bags and they begin playing tetris with the groceries as they place them inside, making small-talk while Estelle pretends she’s playing hopscotch on the sidewalk and Adrestia leans against the building watching Youtube videos. The sixteen-year-old’s eyes darted up every few seconds to make sure her sister was still there and hadn’t been kidnapped, or that there wasn’t anyone around planning on doing that. The heels of her feet rise and fall, as though preparing to break into a run should a scenario like that happen. Adrestia loved skateboarding and had taken up track in middle and high school, so unless the kidnappers had a van, they’re going to wake up in the hospital and will spend the rest of their life in a wheelchair. 

Adrestia smiles to herself. I’d like to see them try to kidnap a kid when they can’t even walk.

“Estelle,” Sally calls out over her shoulder. “Come help me with these bags!”

The young girl stops what she’s doing and walks over, heaving one of the bags over her shoulder. The sudden added weight throws her off balance and she stumbles back, landing on her butt. She would’ve collided with Maria and Crimson had the dogs not moved out of the way. Almost immediately, she’s being ferociously sniffed by the concerned animals; Estelle breaks into giggles. 

“It tickles!” she exclaims, writhing on the ground and covering her face with her hands.

Adrestia steps back, turning her phone on its side to take a photo of the scene. “Sweetheart,” Sally calls out with an amused smile. “Get the dogs away from your sister before she breaks a rib or something. Oh, and send me that picture.”

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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” Adrestia softly sings, missing a few notes. “You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, and if they ever try to take you away from me, they’re going to wish I just killed them ‘cause ruthlessness isn’t always mercy.”

Night had fallen hours ago. A suitcase, a backpack filled with carefully packaged books and candy, and another backpack full of treats and toys were lined up against the closet door. It was currently 8:48, and everyone was either getting ready for bed or already asleep. 

Adrestia laid on her bed in her light-blue pj’s, cradling her massive dog against her chest, and singing him a lullaby she made up from several songs she’s heard. Orthrus’s eyes are shut and his tail is wagging contentedly, hitting the mattress in a rhythmic motion. She grabs the blanket and pulls it over the both of them, stopping it at his neck as she hums. 

Placing a kiss on the top of his head, Adrestia continues, “They’ll have it coming. They have no one else to blame, and anyone would do the same. I’ll keep you safe from harm. Now, fall off to sleep. I’m not meaning to keep you.” She kisses his head again. “Sweet dreams, Orthrus. I love you.”

The Cane Corso deeply inhales before exhaling as though his day of being pampered tuckered him out as much as someone working a forty-hour work week.

Adrestia gets comfy beside him, draping an arm over her dog and closing her eyes. The lavender shampoo the groomer had used fills her nostrils, the soft fur beneath her fingertips calming her nerves. Her eyes flutter shut, and her body relaxes as she slips into a deep sleep.

Midnight comes.

Attuned to even the most minute sounds, Orthrus’s ears perk up at the soft thudding of approaching footsteps. On any other night, he’d ignore it. It’d be most likely one of his mistress’s family going to the bathroom or getting a drink of water, but these footsteps were off. They were heavier, and they weren’t leading to the bathroom or the kitchen. They were coming straight for his mistress’s bedroom.

Orthrus wriggles out from under his mistress’s arm and doesn’t make a sound as he lands on the floor, lowering his body and slinking into the darkness. His shoulders are hunched, muscles taut in preparation, his unblinking eyes flashing a murderous red hue as he waits. In seconds, he changes to what he truly is.

One. Footsteps stop in front of the door; Orthrus begins to grow to the size of a grizzly bear. 

Two. The door creaks open.

Three. In steps Zeus.

The god tiptoes towards the bed, a smirk curling his lips. “No daddy to protect you now,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, “and your family is fast asleep. You’re all –”

A low growl steals his attention. When Zeus turns, all he sees staring back at him is a pair of deep red eyes and a large maw lined with razor-sharp teeth. His smug expression falls, confusion knitting his brows. His eyes widened, fear flickering in the electric-blue depths. “Oh, how in the name of Tartarus did she get her hands on one of you?” He takes a step back. 

With a snarl, the Hellhound pounces and teleports them to an isolated location through the shadows. 

In milliseconds, he’s a chew toy. Zeus barely has time to react, much less to grab his lightning bolt. The Hellhound pins him down, its claws slashing at his expensive suit to get to the supple flesh. He digs and digs with malicious fervor while the god thrashes until ichor seeps from his wounds. Then, he digs some more.

“Get–off!” Zeus growls, an inhuman sound that urges Orthrus to keep going. He latches onto Zeus’s shoulder, his canines chipping the bone, and he swings the god around like a ragdoll. “Put me down!” the god demands, tone laced with pain. “Put me down, you vicious mutt!” 

Orthrus lays him down, placing a paw on his chest and begins pulling at his right arm as though his mistress had told him to “pull himself up by his bootstraps” and he was determined to do as she said. His head twists and turns, jaws unclenching and clenching, searching for the weak spot. Sinew and muscle tears with a wet, squelching sound, accompanied by the gritty shattering of bone as Orthrus pries Zeus’s arm off. He throws it to the side, the god roaring in utter agony. Ichor gushes out from where his arm had been in thick spurts, painting the forest floor a glistening gold. 

“You stupid mutt,” Zeus says, his breathing ragged. “Look what you did. . . . look what you fucking did!”

Orthrus bares his teeth and growls, ichor dripping down his chin. It was clear he did not like being insulted, unless it was by his mistress or her family and he was genuinely being a bad boy. 

A few minutes later, the Hellhound is burying pieces of Zeus six feet beneath the dirt, peeing on the mound to show dominance.

He shadow travels to the Underworld, where Hades is luckily still awake. The god was irritated at being disturbed, but understood that the Hellhound couldn’t return home covered in blood and dirt. He snaps his fingers. In seconds, Orthrus was as clean as he was when picked up from the groomers earlier that day. Hades spritzs him with a light amount of lavender and sends him on his way.

Back in his Cane Corso form, Orthrus pads through the room and leaps into bed. He nudges Adrestia’s shoulder with his snout. The teenager's arm subconsciously rises, giving him enough wriggle room to slide under it. He does so, cuddling against his mistress. He nudges her again, this time her face. 

After a few seconds, a corner of Adrestia’s lip curls as she groans. “What?” she mumbles, her voice groggy from sleep. 

Orthrus softly whines. 

“Do you want a kiss?”

He nudges her cheek. 

She sighs, tired but slightly amused that he wanted affection in the middle of the night. 

Without opening her eyes, Adrestia leans in and kisses his cheek, just under his eye, leans back down, and lies still once more. Satisfied with her gratitude for saving her from an intruder, Orthrus closes his eyes and falls asleep as well. 

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Percy: yeah, sorry I'm late. Ares was being a B I T C H.

Ares, pops up out of nowhere: I can spell you know.

Percy: How was I supposed to know you could spell. I've never seen you read.

Ares: I gave that Frank kid The Art of War.

Percy: No, you didn't. Mars did, and there's no way you could read and understand a book like The Art of War. You're definitely a picture book guy.

Ares: Oh yeah?

The War God manifests a small whiteboard and erase marker. He writes something. After a moment, he turns the board around to show the word CONFLATATION.

Ares, smug: Give me a synonym for this.

Percy, leaning in and squinting: The synonym is . . . that you definitely can't spell.

Ares: What?! Yes, I can. This is a synonym for war.

Annabeth, her arms crossed: You misspelled conflagration.

Ares, irritated: No, I . . .

Ares: . . .

Annabeth: . . .

Percy proud of his girlfriend Jackson: . . .

Ares: Gods fucking dammit.

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I have this story idea where Poseidon agrees to babysit fempercy when they're a baby because there was a prophecy saying they'd be insanely strong.

Now, imagine the Sea God being changing his first diaper.

Imagine the Sea God sitting down after hours of trying to calm a newborn, then the baby starts crying again.

Imagine the Sea God having to entertain a baby.

Imagine the Sea God carrying the baby around while doing his duties.

I think, if given the chance and several books, Poseidon could be a good dad, especially since he's shown to be very protective of his children.

Also I like the thought of Poseidon walking around Olympus or Atlantis like he doesn't have a baby carrier strapped to his chest and a babbling infant who just loves cursing out Zeus in baby language.

Now imagine what should be a normal meeting in the Olympian throne room, but every time Zeus tries to talk, Poseidon's baby interrupts him.

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I know this is a lot far-fetched, but I feel like Poseidon might get jealous or is jealous of Paul. Not in the case of him marrying Sally 'cause Poseidon likes seeing her happy, but in the case of being a father to Percy.

In my opinion, Paul would have an easier time bonding with Percy and get extremely close with him. Then, there's Poseidon.

(I just wanted to put this picture here 'cus why not.)

As a human, Paul understands and knows what Percy's body and mind needs. Poseidon, through no fault of his own, doesn't.

I don't know why, but I just have this headcanon that Poseidon isn't very fond of Paul's relationship with his son even though Zeus is the most likely candidate to maybe try to have a relationship with Ares just because the War God found an actual father figure.

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Do you think the demigods celebrate Father's/Mother's Day with their godly parents?

I mean, what would they even give them? Most of the demigods barely know what their godly parent is like, much less have met them face-to-face. Not to mention, a lot of them aren't great. Cough, cough, Zeus, cough, cough.

I've heard of a headcanon where Percy just gives his father sea-themed ties even though Poseidon has never and might never wear a suit, and Poseidon has a museum-like building built to display the ties.

Although, this would depend on if the gods cared about human holidays seeing as they don't seem to care about how being targeted by monsters who are only killing them because they can't get revenge on the gods and the demigods have to learn on the spot how to kill said monster will affect the demigods mental, physical, and emotional health.

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Inspiration from that one Vine.

The gods — except Hades, Hestia, Artemis, Hephaestus, Hermes, and whoever else didn’t try to make Percy’s life hard — wanting to have a quiet time at home.

Percy breaks the door down and saunters in Jackson: What’s up, fuckers?

Gods: What are you doing here?

Percy: Fuck you, that’s why!

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Octavian: Being the son of Neptune isn't a good thing. Do you know how dangerous he is?

Percy: I know he loves me and that I'm his favorite. Can you say the same about your own dad?

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In response to an earlier post I made about what would it take for Poseidon to lose his shit,

a year or so ago, I came up with a story idea where a paranoid giant kidnaps the gods and the demigods - Percy(3), Annabeth(3), Nico(2), Bianca(4), Leo(2), Jason(1), Thalia(8), Clarisse(5), Frank(2), Piper(2), Hazel(2) - are put into respective cages. They're not in the same room, but the parents are in the same room as their kids. It's called Family Time. The gods do manage to escape with some help from their children, but the plot is mostly about them bonding, in a sense, with their kids.

Anyway, I had come up with an idea where Percy starts getting hot, so he takes off his shirt and Poseidon sees the bruises on his chest.

You see where I'm going with this?

You know what's going to happen when Poseidon drops his son off at Sally's apartment? Where Gabe is?

While I'm not sure if Gabe is physically abusive 'cause as far as I can see and remember he's financially and emotionally abusive, it's still a possibility. I think if Poseidon knew that, he'd spend another decade ruining someone's life.