summary: you know you shouldn't sleep with spencer, he is your roomate after all...yet you both can't stay away...
pairing: spencer reid x roommate fem!reader
warnings: 1k words 18+ MDNI, porn with no plot, unprotected p in v, soft!dom spencer, brief fingering, kinda forbidden love if you squint (god i'm awful at warnings, you fuck okay?)
(any series spencer is applicable, picture used does not necessarily depict fic spencer)
“This really is the last time” You told Spencer whilst his hands tightened in your hair. His lips attached to the sensitive part of your neck.
“Sure it is” He mumbled against your jaw, his hot breath making you feel weaker at the knees.
You said the same thing to him a week ago. Both of you knew this wasn’t going to be last time. Ever since you came home slightly tipsy and horny, seeing Spencer walk out of the shower with his towel hung low around his hips, hair messy and wild, your brain said fuck it and removed his towel and sunk onto your knees.
The next morning he approached you as you were cooking breakfast. Didn’t say a word, just slid his hand in your hair behind your head and kissed you like you were the air he breathed, before picking you up and putting you on the counter, taking off your shorts and proceeding to eat you out like you were his last meal.
You both knew if you were fucking that day as soon as you woke. It would be in the air, the slightest imperceivable shift in the atmosphere of understanding that would lead to the both of you ravishing each other on the sofa before you even said one word.
Today was one of those days. He walked out of his bedroom, looked you in the eyes and you knew. Nothing needed to be said as it was apparent in the way he looked at you.
Spencer's hands were holding you up by the back of your thighs as he walked the both of you to his bedroom, kicking the door with his foot, all without breaking the kiss. His colleagues said he was uncoordinated, you failed to see where they came to this conclusion.
He placed you down on the bed, his body sliding in between your legs instantaneously. The heels of your feet rubbed down the back of his calves as your fingers twisted in his hair.
You palmed him through his thin boxers, his hips jutting forward to chase the friction, moaning against your mouth. Your teeth grazed his bottom lip before your tongue glided in.
Spencer’s cock twitched under your palm, already half-hard and thickening fast as you rubbed him through the thin cotton. He ground down harder, letting you feel every inch of him swelling against your hand while his tongue pushed deeper into your mouth, hot and insistent.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and yanked them down in one rough tug. He didn’t waste time, two thick fingers slid straight through your folds, finding you already slick. He circled your clit once, twice, then pushed one finger inside you, curling it deep as his thumb kept working that sensitive spot.
He pumped his finger in and out, before sliding in another, the wet sound of it filling the room. His free hand shoved your shirt up, exposing your chest, and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the stiff peak while his fingers kept fucking you.
You arched up into him, legs spreading wider around his hips. Your hand slipped inside his boxers and wrapped around his bare cock, stroking him from root to tip, thumb swiping over the leaking head. Spencer groaned into your breast, hips jerking forward into your fist.
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean before shoving his boxers down just far enough to free himself. The thick length slapped against your inner thigh, hot and heavy. He lined himself up, rubbing the head through your wetness a few times, then pushed in with one steady thrust until his hips met yours.
Spencer didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you hard and deep, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. Each snap of his hips drove his cock all the way in, the head hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your nails dug into his back as he buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin while he pounded into you.
“Still think this is the last time?” he growled against your throat, voice strained as he kept driving into you. His hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, your pussy clenching around him every time he bottomed out.
He shifted his angle slightly, grinding down harder on each stroke, and your orgasm hit fast—your whole body tightening as you came around his cock, pulsing and squeezing him. Spencer fucked you through it, pace never slowing, chasing his own release while you trembled beneath him.
Living with Spencer was like living with Dr Jekyll, the composed, kind and well mannered man who asked how you were. Sex with Spencer was Mr Hyde, the man who ignored all reasoning and fucked you until your legs were sore. The polarity between the two was a mental whiplash to decipher. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He drove into you quicker now, the sound of skin on skin slapping in the otherwise silent room, eyes interlocked. Mouths inches apart as you shared the same air. How could something be so intimate with so little words shared between the two of you? You didn’t know, you didn’t care.
His cock hardened within you, you squeezed your walls tighter in response. He thrusted hard once, twice, three times before he spilled into you with a low groan, dropping his head onto your forehead. You interlocked your feet at his hips, keeping him locked in place.
You saw the second Mr Hyde left and Dr Jekyll returned, his eyes changing from dark brown, almost black to light honey hazel. Lust changing to tenderness. He rested on his elbow as he pushed one strand of hair away from your face.
You did the same, moving one curl away from his eyes, tucking it gently back into place. It was only then did you realise that this really should be last time, not when he’s looking at you with so much admiration you don’t know what to do with it.
But you know there will never be a last time.
a:n I got horny so I wrote this to make me feel better :) might make this into a short fic series with no real plot, just an excuse for me to write smut
-Mistie xx
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Series Pinterest Board - A Guide to the Divine World (Series references guide)
Summary : In a modern world where every person inherits a divine gift from their Greek parent, children of the gods are ordinary. Children of the Titans are legends. As Aphrodite's daughter, you've spent your life understanding love while never finding it. As the son of Coeus, Spencer Reid has always believed intelligence can solve anything. Neither of you expected to become each other's greatest weakness.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Eventual Smut. AU in which everyone is a decendant of a ancient greek god or godess. E.g Spencer's obessed with you, the daughter of Aphrodite.
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Chapter one -Sons and daughters
a.n: I don't expect this to be a long series. This came to me in a dream and I had to try it out.
I'm writing this on google docs and I literally have the text in times new roman and the background an eggshell white and it looks so good i'm only slightly annoyed I can't do this on Tumblr to really sell the experience.
Publishing in the next few days....hopefully.
Series Pinterest Board - A Guide to the Divine World
Summary: In a modern world where every person inherits a divine gift from their Greek parent, children of the gods are ordinary. Children of the Titans are legends. As Aphrodite's daughter, you've spent your life understanding love while never finding it. As the son of Coeus, Spencer Reid has always believed intelligence can solve anything. Neither of you expected to become each other's greatest weakness.
Warnings: Mentions of arrest and defaced statues. Mentions of sex and previous relationships, Mentions of drinking, Spencers a yearner. Spencer is dadless x2
I suggest reading this - Providence - A Guide to the Divine World before or after reading this chapter for context.
Spencer saw a young man being arrested this afternoon on his way home for defying a statue of Apollo. There was a spray-painted noose drawn hanging down from his neck, along with a red cross upon his face.
He theorised the man had discovered Apollo wasn't his father and had chosen to direct years of resentment at cold stone instead. Or perhaps Apollo was his father, and disappointment had simply found another outlet. Either way, Spencer found the psychology more interesting than the motive.
What bothered him was the vandalism itself. The city spent millions preserving the monuments to the gods. Every statue was a masterpiece, each one painstakingly restored to honour the beings who had shaped civilisation.
The FBI was no different. Behind the reception desk, an enormous marble relief depicted the Twelve Olympians in immaculate detail. Every floor housed statues dedicated to different gods, while the Bureau regularly hosted complimentary seminars titled Maximising Your Divine Gift.
Spencer had always found the phrase strangely ironic, people credited their gifts to divine inheritance as though talent appeared fully formed at birth. As though discipline, education, and relentless practice had little to do with mastery.
Perhaps that was easy for him to believe, he wasn't the son of a god, he was the son of a Titan.
Children of the Olympians were everywhere. One couldn't walk through Washington without meeting the daughter of Athena, the son of Hermes, or another descendant of Apollo.
Titans were different, they were almost myths themselves.
Perhaps one child in several million was born beneath a Titan's name. Historians could recite every one across the last century. Scientists, philosophers, world leaders, inventors, those who altered the course of history often carried Titan blood.
Spencer had not learned the truth until the eve of his thirteenth birthday, long after every other child had met their divine parent. Until then, he'd assumed his mind simply worked differently from everyone else's. It explained graduating high school at twelve. Beginning Caltech before most children reached high school.
The revelation came, as it did for everyone in a dream.
Coeus spoke to him directly, his voice calm, deep and steady, as though each word had been considered long before Spencer had ever been born.
“My son, I have chosen this day to reveal myself to you.
You may wonder why I have waited when the children of the gods meet their parents so much sooner.
I wished to witness the measure of your mind before my name could influence it.
Many achieve greatness because they know who they descend from.
You achieved greatness believing it belonged to you alone.
To graduate before your peers. To pursue knowledge not for praise, but because your curiosity demanded it. Such accomplishments are not common, even among my own descendants.
You have exceeded my expectations.
I am Coeus, Titan of intellect, wisdom, and inquisitive thought. The pursuit of knowledge has always been my domain, and it now resides within you.
My brothers, my sisters, and their children often choose to guide their offspring through life. They appear in moments of hardship, offering comfort, direction, or intervention.
That will not be my way.
Wisdom cannot be gifted, Spencer. It must be earned.
A mind that depends upon another's guidance will never reach its fullest potential.
Your path will be your own to walk.
You will make mistakes. You will question yourself. You will discover truths that others cannot.
That is the burden carried by those who seek knowledge above all else.
I have watched what you have accomplished in only twelve years.
I look forward to witnessing what you achieve with the rest of your life
Make me proud, my son.”
When Spencer awoke on the morning of his thirteenth birthday, he was convinced he'd lost his mind.So, as he always did when confronted with something he couldn't explain, he researched.
He spent hours combing through every archive, journal, and historical record he could find. There were only a handful of documented descendants of the Titans, children of Themis, Mnemosyne, Iapetus, even Cronus. Producing some of history's greatest minds, leaders, and innovators.
But Coeus? Nothing, not a single recorded child.
Spencer read every source twice, convinced he'd overlooked something, but the conclusion never changed, as far as history was concerned, he was the first.
For years afterwards, he found himself returning to the same question.
Why me?
There was nothing extraordinary about the circumstances of his life. He hadn't been born into wealth or influence. His mother had struggled to make ends meet, and every opportunity he'd been given had been earned through scholarships and relentless hard work.
The only thing that had ever truly set him apart was his mind, and somehow, for reasons Spencer couldn't begin to understand, that had been enough for a Titan to choose him.
Spencer had stupidly agreed to go to the Kapeleion Bar tonight with his team. He thought he should, as it was Dionysus day.
Whenever this one, trivial annual holiday of partying and drinking to honor Dionysus came around, he always tried to find an excuse.
He couldn’t find one this time around. So out of politeness more than anything, he agreed.
The Kapeleion in theory, was a great bar. Inside, it was sculpted out of marble and cold stone, faux columns dotted around everywhere, ivy lined around the polished white granite bar. It was spectacular to see, but it seemed to inhabit the worst people.
It was inevitable that a place so blatantly on the nose of being a bar based on the Twelve Olympians and all the other gods, would be full of people who made their divine parent their entire personality.
When he brought this up previously, Penelope simply said he didn’t have a leg to stand on with that opinion when his ‘daddy’ was a Titan. He didn’t quite like that insinuation, considering he never tells anyone his lineage unless it was necessary.
He walked into The Kapeleion , already pushing past who he suspected to be a group of Ares sons and Athena daughters. He wondered who the ‘alpha’ of their group was. He couldn’t imagine that it was a healthy friendship group if all of them wanted to be the most powerful and strongest in the room.
That's why the BAU fit together so well. Each member had a different divine parent. Emily often referred to the group as the ‘Eight Olympians’ JJ often worried that that title would offend the Gods and grant them bad luck.
Spencer found his way to their usual booth and slid in beside Emily. She was deep in conversation about something that Spencer caught the end of. He was reluctant to ask as he really didn’t want to come tonight, and the less talking he could do the better.
“Hey Spencer” You said as you returned to the table holding a tray of shots. Eyes followed from behind you as you did.
That was the curse of being a daughter to Aphrodite. Despite not wanting constant attention, it followed you wherever you went. Spencer would be the first person to admit that he was one of those eyes.
Whenever you walked into a room, Spencer would look up first. If you smiled, he felt as if he was a sailor being lured in by a siren, When you laughed, he grew hard.
“Hi..Hey” He replied before his mouth could stop the words from coming out quite so tangled.
“Shot?” You offered, holding one up and pushing it in his direction.
“No, No thank you” He held one hand up, shakier than what was normal.
“Come on Reid, You have to do a shot on Dionysus day!” You say as you raise your eyebrows, gently sloshing the liquid around in the tiny plastic cup.
He almost reached out and took it from you. Aphrodite daughters were naturally more persuasive than everyone else. It certainly didn’t help that Spencer would willingly walk and kiss the ground you walked on.
“Not tonight. God Bless Dionysus though” He tried to appease. If he wasn’t drinking to honor Dionysus, he would at least give his blessings.
“More for me!” Penelope said, leaning over to take the shot out of your hand.
You sat down next to Hotch and lent your elbows on the table, leaning forward to focus your attention on Spencer.
You had this natural way of when you talked to someone, you made them feel as if they were the only person in the entire room.
They say all people born to gods and goddesses are born equal. Born with the same level of abilities as your siblings, except Titan children, of course. But Spencer often felt as if Aphrodite herself favoured you the most out of her children.
He had spoken to plenty of children from Aphrodite before, but none of them seemed to have the same effect on him as the way you did. You seemed to slow down time, make everyone else disappear, so it was only Spencer sitting opposite you.
“Dionysus day not your thing?” You asked.
“Not really. I’m just waiting for a Caïssa day” He replied with a smirk.
“Who’s that?”
“The god of Chess”
“Holidays are just days of tradition. It doesn’t need to be national for you to celebrate” You offer, tilting your head and smiling.
“True. Although I think I may be the only one” He glanced down at the table, his finger wiping away some imaginary dust.
“I’d celebrate with you. Granted I don’t have the foggiest idea about Chess, but if you need company i’m your girl”
He knew you were probably being sarcastic. Women like you don’t want to spend their free time playing chess with Spencer on a made up holiday. But with every fibre of his being did he wish you were serious.
“I went on a date with a son of Aphrodite the other day,” Emily announced loudly to the group. Clearly she had too many Homados.
“How did that go?” You asked, knowing smile on your lips.
“Awful. I tried to separate the divinity and the person. But my gods he was just insufferable" She moaned.
“I bet the sex was good though. Aphroditians always provide” You said, leaning over Hotch.
“Speaking from experience?” Morgan teased.
“Of course” You replied with a shrug. “Poseidon’s are pretty good also”
“Poseidon’s ? Surely Aresians would be better no?” Morgan chimed in. Clearly his ego getting the better of him.
You made a tutting noise and shook your head. “Come on, Derek, sons of the earth - shaker? They are basically Aresians without the ego”
Derek didn’t agree, but he seemed to find it hilarious anyway. “Whatever you say”
Penelope then decided to say the one sentence Spencer was sure she had been dying to ask.
“Has anyone slept with a titanite?” She practically whispered.
The whole table snapped their attention to her, she simply smiled and kept looking at Spencer. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
“They are so rare babe, to say we even know a titanite is even rarer, let alone slept with one” JJ said, squeezing Penelope’s arm.
“Why don’t we ask the titanite then?” You suggested, turning your head in a way that you didn’t intend to look sultry but did anyway. “What have the women that you’ve slept with said?”
“Erm…er. They don’t know what I am. I usually tell people I’m a Athenian”
Whilst he said they, he meant she, singular. Just the one Apollonian woman he slept with three years ago. He was sure she wouldn’t have even counted it as sex.
Spencer remembered as he was returning to her house, eternally praying to Coeus to show up and give him guidance. He didn’t. Spencer lost faith that day that his heavenly father was even real.
“Let’s not talk about this” Hotch intervened before Spencer could be prodded much further. Hotch, ever the Zeusius, killed that specific conversation before it could continue.
Spencer sat back and allowed the conversation around him to pick up without him being involved. He preferred that. He enjoyed listening and having his own quiet opinion without feeling the need to share. There were always so many strong personalities in the group, it afforded him the luxury of being silent.
When the night finished, everyone poured out of The Kapeleion, half intent on continuing the night elsewhere at a louder nightclub, the other half quietly disappearing into cabs. Spencer blinked and it was just you and him standing on the street.
“Fancy a walk? I need to sober up” You said, tilting your head and looking up at him.
“Sounds good. You don’t live far from here if memory serves me right?”
“That’s right. I like walking home as there is the statue of Aphrodite on the way. Sometimes I stop and talk to her” You say as you both start to walk side by side. Neither of you in a rush.
“Does she ever talk back?” Spencer asks, already knowing the answer. Seemingly, he was the only man on earth that had only ever spoken to his parent once.
“Not for a while. She would only talk to me when I was going down the wrong road. Clearly I’m in the right place” you paused, tucking your hair behind your ear. “He doesn’t talk to you, does he?”
“No. He introduced himself once, and then hasn’t come back since. He said that will not be his way.” Spencer huffed, a small exhale of air that constituted a laugh.
“They are omnispective right? I think that he’s just simply observing. He’ll only step in when it really matters.”
“I don’t think so. I've been kidnapped, shot at and been in extremely dangerous situations, He should've stepped in really. As the only child to Coeus, it’s not like his time is divided between all his offspring”
“He trusts you. Take it as a good thing. He trusts you enough to be the only child with his gift, Only a god who doesn’t explicitly trust their child wouldn’t show up. After all, You’re technically a god yourself”
People used to tell Spencer that all the time. His parent being a titan made him a god, amongst the Twelve Olympians. All other children of titans described themselves as such, all except Spencer. He was flesh and bone, no different to everyone who walked this earth.
“There she is,” you said, walking towards the statue of Aphrodite.
The goddess stood beneath a marble monopteros, ivy climbing its weathered columns. Pink and white hyacinths bloomed in perfect rings around the temple, each flower pristine. Shrines to Aphrodite had always been breathtaking. But as you stepped before her, it became difficult to tell whether the temple had been built to honour the goddess or to frame one of her daughters.
You looked down at the floor of the shrine at all of the flowers and offerings that had been left. Letters that had been carefully placed, ribbons tied around them, sealed with red wax.
“She’s so beautiful. Even more so in the sunshine” You say quietly, taking in the artistry that had been put into the statue.
“So is her daughter,” Spencer said quietly. He hoped it sounded like a fact, rather than a declaration of his own thoughts.
“Thank you, Spencer” You smiled, catching his eyes. “I must say, for a daughter of aphrodite, I haven’t been lucky with love for a while”
That surprised him. For the amount of time he’s known you, you’ve never not been in a relationship. You’d be in a relationship for a year or two, and soon after jump into another one. You always said that whenever Aphroditie appeared in your dreams, you knew you weren’t in the right relationship and ended it. He assumed that you were on a break from dating.
“You must have your pick of the lot?” Spencer offers.
“I do, but unfortunately, I’m picky. I’m sure it's her fault” you said pointing at Aphrodite. “I’m not sure if they can influence thoughts, but I bet it is. That or i’m delusional and in a state of denial”
“Probably the latter” Spencer answered quickly, causing your hand to gently swat his arm with your hand.
“I guess so. Who am I to argue with a god” you raised your eyebrows at him.
“I’m not a god”
“With a mind like yours, you could be”
You stepped back from the shrine, continuing to walk in the direction of home, Spencer following along, catching up quickly with his wider strides.
The pair of you reached your apartment, standing on the steps leading up to the door. Spencer shifted his weight between two feet. He had no reason to feel as nervous around you as he did. It was just your presence that did that to him.
“Thank you for walking me home. My roommates are probably waiting for me” You say, as soon as you do, two women pop their heads out of the window above you both. Beautiful, but never as much as you. Aphroditians he suspected.
“Who’s your friend?” One of them giggled down, biting her lip at Spencer.
“You coming up darling?” The other one said, winking at him.
“Leave him alone girls, he was only walking me home.” You say, giggling back.
“So chivalrous” One said, her wine glass sloshing around in his hand.
“Ignore them” You say with a smile, taking Spencer's arm by his sleeve and pulling him up to the top of stairs to where they could no longer see. “Three single Aphroditians living in one house is never a good idea”
“It’s alright. My college roommate was one. When he was around it was a constant revolving door”
“I wish I could say I can only imagine. But it’s turned out to be my life”
Spencer scratched the back of his neck, looking away at the door to your apartment. You had a small emblem of Medusa above your door, warding all evil away. He looked at the snakes for a moment too long before speaking.
“I should get going. I’ll…erm… see you on Monday”
“See you later Spencer, have a good weekend”
Spencer smiled and turned to leave, hearing you open the door and walk inside, calling out to your roommates.
When the clock hit midnight, he heard roars all around him from the bars and restaurants, officially celebrating the end of Dionysus day. He wished he could be thankful but he couldn’t. Every month there seemed to be a new holiday commemorating a god. This month Dionysus, next month Hecate day, where you must pet as many dogs as you can for good luck.
As he walked home, he stuck his hand in his pocket and rubbed the back of his lucky coin with his thumb. He carried the same coin around with him wherever he went.
It often brought him comfort, the small penny he found at three and decided to keep. He never received any guidance from his divine parent, so he thought he may as well channel all his chance of luck onto the penny.
Everyone had their quirks. You kept a myrtle leaf inside your purse, Emily had an olive wood bookmark, JJ wore her grandmother’s wedding ring. Even Hotch carried an acorn around with him, even if he denied it, he too carried around a symbol of luck.
Until tonight, he’d been convinced his penny was the only thing that brought him luck. Now he wasn’t quite so certain.
a.n: I did my best to follow what i could about ancient greek mythology. if i got anything wrong, please do let me know.
-Mistie xx
I will be updating this page as the series progesses. So far, this is everything mentioned. I am to make this as easy as possible to follow, however if you need any further clarification, please let me know.
Series Summary:
Ancient Greek mythology isn't mythology, the gods and Titans exist, and their existence is accepted as fact rather than religion.
Every person is born with one divine parent and inherits a single gift inspired by that parent's domain. These gifts are subtle, enhancing natural talents rather than granting supernatural powers.
For example, a child of Poseidon cannot control the sea, but they may possess an instinctive affinity for the ocean, making them exceptional sailors, navigators, or marine specialists.
Divine Parents:
Every person has one divine parent—either a god, goddess, or, in exceptionally rare cases, a Titan.
At some point during childhood, each person meets their divine parent for the first time in a dream, where they introduce themselves and reveal the gift they have inherited. While this first meeting is universal, any future visits are entirely at the discretion of the divine parent.
Some gods and goddesses choose to appear again during moments of great hardship or when their child requires guidance. Others never return after that first meeting.
Children of the Titans are incredibly rare, with only around one in five million people inheriting a Titan as their divine parent. Spencer Reid is one such exception, the only known child of the Titan Coeus.
BAU Team's Divine parents
Spencer Reid - Coeus (Titan)
Coeus is the titan of Intellect, Inquisitive Mind, and the Axis of Heaven.
Inherited gift - Extraordinary intelligence, exceptional memory, unparalleled pattern recognition, and an instinctive ability to solve complex problems and uncover hidden truths.
Reader- Aphrodite (Goddess)
Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty, and desire
Inherited gift - An innate understanding of love and emotional connection, the ability to recognise genuine affection from infatuation or deception, and a natural beauty and charisma that puts others at ease.
Derek Morgan - Ares (God)
Ares represents courage, determination, physical prowess, and refusing to back down.
Inherited gifts - Peak physical ability, sharp combat instincts and fearlessness under pressure.
Aaron Hotchner- Zeus (God)
Zeus, the King of the Gods and ruler of the sky, is renowned for his mastery over weather and divine authority.
Inherited gifts - Natural leadership, commands respect and exceptional composure under pressure.
Emily Prentiss- Athena (Goddess)
Athena is wisdom, diplomacy, languages, strategy, and political intelligence.
Inherited gifts- Strategic thinking, language acquisition, reading people and long-term planning.
Jennifer Jareau (JJ) - Hera (Goddess)
Hera is the goddess of queenship, family, diplomacy and protection.
Inherited gifts- Persuasion, exceptional emotional intelligence, instinctive understanding of relationships and protectiveness.
Penelope Garcia - Hermes (God)
Hermes is the Greek god of trade, travel, thieves, sports, and language, famously known as the messenger of the gods.
Inherited gifts- Master of Network, Improvisation and finding things.
David Rossi- Apollo
Apollo is the ancient Greek god of the sun, light, music, poetry, healing, prophecy, and archery.
Inherited gifts- Intuition, charisma, storytelling and exceptional profiling through observation.
Other Gods, Traditions and significant things mentioned:
Dionysus (God)/ Dionysus Day - Dionysus is the ancient Greek god of wine, winemaking, orchards, vegetation, festivity, ritual madness, and theater. Each year, people honor him by partying, drinking and socialising.
The Kapeleion (plural: Kapeleia) were taverns or public houses in ancient Greece. Unlike the elite drinking parties known as symposia, these casual and communal establishments were frequented by the general public.
Homados - was the personification of the din of battle and the confusion of war. He represents the chaotic shouts of men, the cries of the wounded, and the deafening clash of weapons. Within the Providence, Emily drinks a Homados, an alcoholic drink named after the daimon which makes her significantly louder.
Medusa Emblem - Historically, in Greek mythology, the severed head of Medusa was a potent emblem used by ancient heroes and warriors to ward off evil and instill fear in adversaries. This is still commonly used on doors and buildings.
Hecate - Hecate is an ancient Greek goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, the moon, and crossroads. She is famously associated with dogs, specifically black hounds. In mythology, these hounds are her loyal companions, warders between realms, and fierce protectors of the dead. On Hecate Day, it is tradition to pet as many dogs as possible to ensure luck.
a.n : I'll be posting the first chapter this afternoon most likey. I'm currently on my way to Nandos ;
