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Absolutely heartbroken imagining Luke asking MC to run away with him 😔

Okay but you know something crazy? The whole thing with Luke is that he knows better than to ask.

Remember when (Y/N) had to tell Dennis and their dad that they were going to keep coming to CHB, because they had something they needed to do here—something only they could do.

Luke doesn’t need to be told. He can see it. Over the course of two years he watches you become a witch in your own right, opening portals and space time distortions, and growing the best of the farms strawberries (even better than Demeter’s kids), and if he had to point out which of the campers was the best of them, the pinnacle of talent, he’d pick you.

But he also sees you try to revive Thalia’s tree. You talk about the potions all year long in your letters, about different blends and different methods and ingredients, and the first day of summer you come with a suitcase full of them, trying each one to be met with the same fate—nothing. You don’t stop there though, you take quests too. Not just quests from your father, few could turn away the king of the underworld, but why are you doing a quest for Melinoe? She’s a lesser god, your sister really, you don’t owe her anything. But you do it, plucking exactly five hundred and eighty two pine needles and wrapping them in cloth before delivering them to her at the bottom of the hill where she’s opened a gateway.

She’s not the only one; Makiara, Persephone, even Thanatos—you heed all their calls. And it takes him a while to understand why, you’re collecting favors.

What’s an afternoon collecting pine needles if it means you’re one step closer to bringing a dead girl back to life.

And so, even if the thought crossed his mind, he’d never ask you to join his side—you have your way and he has his.

But that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re right.

This is canon now. Wow

So @jayherrans (on ig) decided to add little snippet song (the next one to Unreleased Saga) about Athena being a wingman. WING-man. You get it? I love this with all my heart, so have a few sketches.

Hello! My current hyper-fixation and maladaptive daydreaming scenarios center around Epic the Musical, created by the amazing Jorge Rivera-Herrans!

However, because I have a female main character bias, I tend to imagine the songs as if they were sung by best girl Penelope.

Thankfully, two artists have went ahead and drew this into reality! @vioofc and @too-much-flynnolium (please check out their art, it is really good!)

Inspired by their works of perfection, I have went ahead and wrote the first of many vignettes based on this AU! There is also a version on Ao3, if you prefer that platform over Tumblr:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59221033

More will be coming soon, so be on the lookout for that if you enjoy this kind of thing!

Some important notes before you begin reading:

In this AU, Ares and Artemis have worked together over the years to train a bunch of Greek women and make them formidable warriors. After Ares break his promise to Hera to support the Greeks during the Trojan war, he offers his favorite student and her closest sisters-in-arms to fight in the war (as Hera is in favor of women gaining more power and influence in the Greek world).

This is what leads to Penelope being forced to fight in the war. Odysseus and the men of Ithaca are not allowed to take the places of these women, as Athena (on Hera's orders) orders him to stay in Ithaca.

Telemachus is also a girl in this AU, because I say so!

Epic! Swap AU #1 - The King of Ithaca

Odysseus tries to cope with single handedly running his kingdom and raising his daughter without his loving Penelope by his side. Unfortunately, the first of his suitors have made themselves at home in his palace… 

“Odysseus.” 

Odysseus did not respond to the call of his name. He did not want to leave his designated seat: the left side of the klines. It was picked out in collaboration with his wife upon their first week of marriage, with Penelope declaring that the right side belonged to her. Odysseus remembered laughing, saying that it made sense, “considering you are always right”. 

The klines was placed in the side-corner of their bedroom balcony, with a perfect view of Ithaca’s beaches on one side and the villages of the common folk on the other. Penelope always loved this spot, for if she wanted she could see the sky kiss the ocean on one side, or the hustle and bustle of her people, satisfied and content with their lives, on the other. 

He had a ritual for mornings. Every sunrise for the past 12 years, from the moment he wakes the King of Ithaca will spend a few minutes staring at the beaches surrounding his Kingdom; it was not long, but the minutes always lingered with a heavy sense of despair. 

It’s been so long since Odysseus last saw his wife lounging in this seat, beckoning him to join her in the morning whilst the kingdom was in a state of loving calm and peace. 

“Ody…” 

Odysseus flinched, knowing the other only called him by that name when he was concerned. 

Finally turning to look at his visitor, Odysseus saw Eurylochus leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom balcony. His best friend, his brother, was watching him with a sad look in his eyes. 

“They aren’t coming back-”

“You don’t know that.” Odysseus yelled out sternly. Though he immediately regretted it when he saw Eurylochus’ shoulders slump as let out a heavy sigh. 

“Eury… I-I’m sorry-” 

“It’s okay, Ody,” Eurylochus said with a small but sad smile. “I know.” 

Odysseus wanted to kick himself. After all, he and Eurylochus were stuck in the same horrible situation. 

After all, both men were in a state of longing. Odysseus longed from the moment he first awoke alone in his big, empty bed. Eury, who too woke in a lonely bedroom, longed in the exact same way. 

Both men longed for the return of their wives: Queen Penelope of Ithaca and her best friend and second in command, Ctimene.  

It had been 12 years since the God Ares ordered his favored student, Penelope, and her sisters-in-arms (trained by the God of War and Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis) to Troy on his behalf, all to “make up” with Hera after first siding with the Trojans on Aphrodite’s request. 

Odysseus remembered how he pleaded, begging to fight in his wife’s place, pride be damned! Especially since it had only been months since Penelope had given birth to their beautiful baby girl. Unfortunately, not even the King’s friendship with Athena could have spared his wife of her mentor’s decree; nor could it spare the many other women trained in the art of bloody war. 

It took 10 years for the war to end; Helen was reunited with Menelaus and the royalty of Troy were killed off to the last drop of blood. Rumors circulated within the Greek world that Penelope had a great hand to play in their victory, but the specificities were never clarified. 

The people of Ithaca could never forget the look of pure joy in their King’s eyes upon first hearing the news. However, whilst they thought their King’s happiness was because of his wife’s cunning and battle prowess being praised by all who could speak, those closest to Odysseus knew the truth. 

Odysseus was ecstatic that his wife was finally coming home. 

Penelope would once again be inside his arms, her warmth and scent no longer reduced to a distant memory. The people of Ithaca would once again have their queen, and Telemachas could finally meet the mother she had heard so many wonderful stories about. 

That’s how things should have been by now; and yet, 2 years after the war ended, the wives and daughters of Ithaca had still not returned. 

Presumed to now be widowers, the husbands and fathers of Ithaca reacted in very different ways. Many remarried, desperate to once again have their homes filled with the comfort of a wife and care of a mother. The rest could not bear the thought of remarriage, taking up vows of celibacy in honor of their fallen wives and praying to the Gods that their love alone would be good enough for their children. 

The one thing they all had in common: they knew their wives to be dead. 

This was where Odyesseus differed from them all. 

His people, Eurylochus, and now even Polites had tried telling him how likely it was that Penelope perished at sea. They reminded him that as the King of Ithaca, it was his duty to find a new Queen that could help rule and lead their Kingdom to prosperity. This was the standard procedure for Royalty in Greece.

But Odysseus was never one to follow the standard procedure. 

“Some of our… visitors… are making themselves at home in the throne room.” Eurylochus reminded Odysseus of the very thing he was trying to avoid. “They’re asking when you’ll go to see them.” 

Odysseus couldn’t mask his frustration. 

2 years. That’s all those selfish dogs had given him to “mourn” for the love of his life, for the mother Telemachas never had the chance to know. 

And now that the two years were up, they expected him to move on. 

“Already?” Odysseus commented as he rose from his seat, almost impressed with his “guests” desperation. “Helios hasn’t even placed the sun in its morning spot.”

“C’mon, you and I know human nature better than anyone.” Eurylochus scoffed, looking down to see the Palace’s yards beginning to pack with various women and their guards. “Who would ever resist the chance to obtain more power?” 

~

Odysseus, now wearing his royal chiton, walked down the halls of his palace with his head held high. Eurylochus walked by his side, hand strategically placed near the handle of his broadsword in order to quickly protect his King from strangers with ill intent. 

Eurylochus tried to lead Odysseus away from the hall of bedchambers, but the King stubbornly stopping in front of a familiar door forced both men to stop in their tracks. 

“Ody!” Eurylochus whispered-yelled through his teeth, obviously stressed beyond all doubt. 

“One second.” Odysseus had already pulled out a key he trusted only to himself, quietly unlocking the door. “I just want to check on her.” 

Odysseus could feel Eurylochus’ glare, but he knew his brother was not too bothered by his actions. After all, his most proud and precious achievement in life slept peacefully behind the once locked door. 

Telemachas’ chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. The princess was curled up in the middle of her bed, smiling in what must have been a pleasant dream. Laying right beside her was Argos, who had awoken the second she saw someone trying to enter her owner’s room. The dog immediately returned to sleep though when she saw it was only her past owner checking in on his pup. 

For a second, Odysseus forgot about the devastating cataclysm that was his life. 

He forgot that Athena was angry at him for allowing his wife to aid the Goddess’ rival brother, despite them both not having a choice. He forgot about the low morale his kingdom now felt, having lost their daughters, sisters, wives, and mothers. He forgot the anxiety he felt at the thought of betraying Penelope by marrying another far less worthy of her title as Queen of Ithaca. 

In that second, he even managed to forget that Penelope was no longer by his side; for a younger, less turmoiled version of her slept so happily within the safe haven of her room. 

A sudden mirthless chuckle, a depressing one, roused Odysseus from his thoughts. 

“Sometimes I wonder what mine and Ctimene’s would have looked like…” 

Odysseus felt his heart twist in pain at those words. He remembered how excited his sister was at the prospect of a child, especially after having met her niece. Eurylochus spoke to him in private about how excited he was to soon be a father and give Telemachas a friend. 

Imagine that: both couples laughing as they watched Polites and Circe play with the children, basking in the warm sun and ocean breeze of a peaceful summer’s day. 

So much they could have had, if not for the will of the Gods. 

“Eurylochus-”

“We really need to go.” Eury’s frown was quick to disappear. “I don’t think they’ll appreciate waiting any longer.” 

Though he could hide the sorrow on his lips, Eurylochus could not mask the despair in his eyes. However, even if Odysseus wanted to stay and probe, all to better comfort his friend, he knew that Eurylochus was right. 

If he wanted to keep the piece in his palace, he didn’t have a moment to lose. 

~

Odysseus and Eurylochus knew the throne room was busy due to the various voices coming from behind the closed doors. 

“What’s the hold up!?”

“We’ve been waiting for two hours!” 

“Why can’t we find the King ourselves?!” 

They all sounded feminine. And very annoyed. 

“Ladies, please!” Polites’ muffled voice sounded from the other side of the doors. “The King will arrive in just a moment! So, in the meantime, why don’t we all conduct ourselves in a polite, orderly fashion?” 

Another chorus of exasperated groans; if there were any words spoken then they were undecipherable due to the sheer loudness of the crowd. 

Odysseus saw Eurylochus toss him a look, one that had “I told you so” written all over it. 

Ody let out a deep breath, praying to the Gods above that he looked much more confident than he felt. With a nod to the other, Eurylochus took the hint and made his way to the double doors of the throne room. 

He threw the doors open, attracting the attention of every guest within the throne room, welcome or otherwise.

Eurylochus’ booming voice could be heard from every corner of the large room:

“Presenting the King of Ithaca, Odysseus!” 

Everyone within the throne room, friend, suitor, or guard, either kneeled or bowed at the sight of the King of Ithaca. 

Odysseus paid them no mind; he stared straight ahead at nothing in particular as he walked to his throne. He sat in the left royal seat, despite royal customs declaring he sit in the right. The right seat belonged to Penelope, and Penelope only. 

He would make sure every suitor in his palace remembered this. 

He took note of the amount of women littering his throne room, 32 in total. So far. 

Odysseus knew he had to find a way to delay this “inevitable” remarriage. If not for his fidelity and loyalty to Penelope, then for the sake of his daughter. Who knows what would happen to her if he remarries, for what Queen would allow the daughter of her predecessor to take the throne? 

No, he needed to be smart and tactical about this. Telemachas was already 12, well on her way to 13. All he had to do was keep his suitors at bay for 8 more years, then the princess would be allowed to ascend to the throne without any complaints from his adversaries. 

He could do this. He will find a way. For himself. For Telemachas. For Penelope. 

~

Odysseus didn’t notice the look one suitor in particular gave him from the moment he walked into the throne room. 

She couldn’t look away from his body; his tanned, lean, toned body. Oh, how his chiton stuck to his waist and showed off his fit figure. The way the fabric couldn’t cover his abs at a certain angle. The way one of his pecs was in full view, teasing the wonderfully flat mound of flesh that was begging to be bitten. 

He was beautiful. 

He was perfect. 

He was hers. 

Based on rumors circulating around the palace, it appeared that he planned to make his remarriage a difficult process for his suitors. 

That was fine.

She can be patient. No matter how long it took, she’d find a way to force him to accept her. After all, she was blessed by Zeus himself. Anything she wanted would belong to her.  

Ithaca. The Right Throne. Odysseus.

One day, all of it will bear her name. 

Calypso.

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May i ask if luke and percy are the possible love interests in waking up in pjo or im reading the lines wrong? I love your work! Thank you for the works u put out <33

Thank you for reading! I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far :)

It depends on the perspective. I think from Luke or Percy’s perspective, yeah, they totally consider (Y/N) as a love interest.

(And I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I think I’ve hinted at it, but because (Y/N) is a fertility god everyone around them gets a little i faulted with them. It’s purely instinctual, like pheromones and vibes and body chemistry, nothing anyone can explain with science. But everyone has a crush on them. And it’s really confusing because they’re a child of hades.)

But for (Y/N) I do feel like it’s a little different. For one they’ve been alive for so long. Literal lifetimes worth of experiences. So for them, Percy and Luke and Annabeth and Clarisse are literal children. They feel like they have to take care of them and protect them, and they are friends, but I’m not sure if seeing them romantically is possible. But they’re also a child, and being a child physically affects your mental state too. Especially when you’re surrounded by beings that have been alive for centuries. Much longer than you have.

So it’s really confusing for them, and I don’t think they really know how they feel.

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Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated