Yes, yes I know I’ve got a myriad of aus floating around on here. But I’ve been thinking about Athena, Apollo and their relationship to Zeus. And that slid into the whole “prophecy of Zeus’s son overthrowing him,” au.
So…mythology (and even pjo canon) shows that gods don’t necessarily need to have an intimate relationship with each other or with mortals to have children. There also are differing myths regarding both Athena and Apollo’s births and if the other had already been born at the time.
With that being said. What if Apollo was secretly the son of Zeus and Metis? If Athena was born before Zeus got involved with Leto. If Metis managed to become pregnant with Zeus’s son while in his head, and when Zeus laid with Leto, Metis slipped her newly born son into Leto’s womb as she became pregnant with Artemis.
The reason why Apollo resembles Koios is due to the fact that a) Zeus and Leto are cousins, and b) all four of their parents are children of Gaia and Ouranous. Apollo knew the truth, but over the eons has buried his memory of his origins deep in the recesses of his mind. He chooses to claim the title of Artemis’s twin, rather than Athena’s younger brother, rightful claimant of Zeus’s kingship. And everything is fine. Until. Until Lester, and the trials.
See, when making a deity mortal, their mortal flesh can be changed drastically. But the things that cannot change between their true forms and their mortal forms are their eye color, and their facial features. And in this au, Lester heavily resembles Athena. His eyes burn blue with just the hints of gray around the pupil.
Athena is the first to realize something is off about Apollo’s mortal form. She manages to assure Zeus when he notices that it was simply the Fates making Apollo’s mortal form innocuous. Artemis is the second to truly realize something is up when she goes to heal Apollo, and feels no maternal bonds to Leto other than those which he had clearly built himself and her mother had eventually reciprocated.
But a goddess’s bonds to her children originate from her, not the child. Diana knows something is very wrong. And then she finds the withered and dead husk of a maternal bond Apollo has to someone else near the sparking paternal bond. But whomever was the one the bond originated with has long since faded.
Diana says nothing to Apollo or anyone else. When she returns to Olympus Athena meets her, and Artemis sees that like Apollo, Athena also has the withered /dead remains of a maternal bond sitting beside the electric living paternal bond all children of Zeus carry (whether they want to or not). Artemis is confused, but she still does not say anything. When Apollo reascends to Olympus, Athena is one of the first to greet him. In her stern and emotionless seeming mask, she gives him a firm nod, holding his gaze in hers. Which for Athena, is the equivalent of a bone-crushing hug.
Eventually, Artemis corners both Apollo and Athena about their dead maternal bonds and the truth comes out. There is drama, yes, anger, feelings of betrayal. But ultimately, the three of them band together along with Zeus’s other children, intent on either forcing Zeus to change or force him off his throne.
They refuse to let the death of Crest, Money Maker, Jason Grace and so many other demigods be in vain.
Currently struggling under the realization that I need my ocs to be smarter than I am.
Do I know how to successfully keep an off-the-grid rebellion of fifty+ people fed and sheltered? No. Does my oc need to know? Yep.
Do I know how to effectively get rid of the corruption in government without going full anarchy but also without copping out and slapping a band-aid on the deeply entrenched issues? Also no.
Synopsis: Why would a singing-centered villain go on vocal rest while committing a crime? The world may never know.
Ships: Music Meister x OC
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Her brunch was paused by the shrieking alarm of the bank next door, but it was completely halted when the café wall adjacent to the bank was demolished into rubble and flying debris. Melody immediately ducked under her table to avoid the detritus, as did many of the other patrons. Melody covered her mouth while frantically trying to make eye contact with the other guests. As the dust started to settle in the room, her fears only heightened.
The figure of a man loomed in the still somewhat hazy air pouring out from the newly-collapsed wall. As the man came into view, a squeal threatened to slip through Melody’s clasped mouth. Not him. He stood tall amongst the wreckage, a glowing staff in his hand pointed at a frozen patron. Not a word emerged from him as he shot some sort of electric pulse from the staff, causing his victim to lift into the air for a moment before being violently shocked and limply dropped to the floor. The perpetrator grinned devilishly at his target’s collapse before scanning around the room as if to ask “Anyone else care to test me?”
The thing that frightened Melody the most, however, was this man’s silence. The Music Meister was not known for being quiet, so this deafening nothingness was… uncanny, to say the least. Especially since his main superpower was his vocal hypnosis. But her curiosity about his muteness was overshadowed by her paralyzation at the sound of his approaching footsteps. A whimper left Melody’s lips, causing the tall man to stop just as he was passing her hiding spot.
Fuck.
The scoundrel stepped back towards her as she silently cursed herself out.
Why did I do that? Why did I fucking do that? I’m going to die because i couldn’t stop myself from making a single peep. Please, god, let him go past me again. I’m going to be electrocuted like th—
“Ah!” He exclaimed, on his knees to peek at her. His sickening grin spread across his face once more, leading Melody to retreat slightly below the table. The man chuckled lightly at this, before pushing her table to the side. But instead of attacking her, the Music Meister simply grabbed her wrists to pull her up. A nearby bystander attempted to bolt toward the rogue. He was immediately shocked by the villain’s staff, said villain never breaking his eyes from Melody as he pulled her into a slow-dance position and began to sway.
“Wh-What?” Melody questioned, unable to defy his clutch.
The Music Meister merely laughed gently and continued to dance with her, before answering very quietly. “Don’t you remember me? I let you go from my heist a week or so ago,” he remarked, “it’d be a shame for someone as remarkable as yourself to forget that encounter of ours–”
Melody, without thinking, cut him off from his ramblings. “Why are you being so quiet?”
Any other person he interacted with could have been killed for questioning him like that, but when it came to her, the villain couldn’t help but laugh yet again.
“Surely you know the importance of vocal rest, darling~” he replied. The man slid a hand under Melody’s chin and lifted it towards him, before tracing down her neck to her jugular. She shivered in response, deeply unsettled. “After all,” he continued, “your voice is a weapon, and you have to maintain such a tool.”
“Why would you go on vocal rest while committing crimes? You’re fighting empty-handed,” Melody retorted, grimacing as the rogue tore his hand away from her neck.
“Fair question. I guess it doesn’t always matter to me what I fight with, as long as I have something,” he rolled his eyes, gesturing to the staff clutched in one of his hands.
The faint roar of sirens started to near the café, causing the Music Meister to hesitantly release his prey. “I do believe that’s my cue to exit,” he sighed. But before Melody could fully escape him, he seized her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
“Adieu, Songbird~”
And with that last taunt, the villain burst through the door and started to flee on a music-themed motorcycle.
how does it feel to lead the [redacted] revolution
Lead the what now?
I’m just making memes and trying to support people in the same situation I’ve been through and am still going through. But thanks? I’m going to assume this is a compliment?
