#greekgodsau

[choupichoups]

✎ Coup d’État 

“You seen the new kid yet?”

“Gangster pants, black hoodie?”

“Yeah, how much you wanna bet he’s another Ares punk?”

“Ugh, no, as if we need any more of those.” 

“Oooh, maybe Hades? He’s got the style for it.” 

“What, like he just rolled out of the dumpster?”

Or: A PJO au snippet where Eliott, son of Apollo, meets his trash baby panda of a soulmate— until he’s not (a trash panda, that is, he’s still his soulmate)

@salutmonmec

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It’s so fucking hot.

“You seen the new kid yet?”

He’s going to burn if he stays a second longer under the sun. 

“Gangster pants, black hoodie?”

Hoodie? Who wears a hoodie in this weather? God, what’s the point of his father being the literal god of the sun if he’s still affected by this hellish heat? His dad’s a real jackass for not giving them immunity. 

“Yeah, how much you wanna bet he’s another Ares punk?”

“Ugh, no, as if we need any more of those.” 

Eliott splashes sadly, the lake water barely reaches his chest even when sitting down so he has to awkwardly hunch over in order to submerge his entire body into cooling off. 

“Oooh, maybe Hades? He’s got the style for it.” 

“What, like he just rolled out of the dumpster?”

A chorus of laughter. Someone snorts like a pig.

“Hey, Eliott, what do you think?”

Eliott looks up, blinking sleepily up at his half brothers. “I dunno.”

“Thank you for your input, enlightening as always.”

He flips them off, sighing as he drops his chin down and makes bubbles into the water. 

“Let’s get out of here before we start looking like raisins.”

“You already look like a raisin, Chad.”

“Fuck off, Hunter, at least my skin has room to breath. You’re one protruding vein away from being a walking block of ham.” 

“Hey!” 

The guys start dragging their dripping bodies out of the lake but Eliott lags behind, unwilling to part with his newfound home. Yes, he thinks he’ll stay here for the rest of the summer. 

“Eliott, come on bro, we don’t wanna miss the bonfire!” Hunter is the last to wade out the water apart from Eliott, turning around with wide, expectant eyes. 

“Right, don’t want them longing for your wonderful voice too much,” Eliott says blandly. 

“Damn right!” Hunter pushes dark blond strands off of his face, bending down to retrieve the clothes he’d discarded by the rocks. Evidently, the guy miscalculates as his back collides with a protruding boulder and it sends him bouncing back into the water like an inflatable mascot.

Eliott laughs so hard he tips over and accidentally dunks his own head underwater. When he resurfaces, everything is a hell of a lot blurrier than it had originally been. 

Great, his contacts got washed away again. Fucking Hunter.  

“Are you two done being morons yet or do you need more time?” Chad calls out from behind a tree, already dressed in his damp shirt and basketball shorts. 

Hunter grumbles all through slotting his legs back into his own shorts, shirt nowhere to be seen. Eliott could have sworn all of them had shirts on before hitting up the lake earlier. 

Begrudgingly, he crawls back on land, figuring he’s already left the medic bay long enough for at least one camper to probably pass out from loss of blood. From a papercut. Demigod children can get quite dramatic in the face of pain. 

He takes his time getting dressed, not minding at all when the voices of his brothers get too far from him to hear. They’re headed a different direction from him anyway and Eliott is very much not ready to leave the breezy comfort under the shade of these trees as of yet. 

There’s a rustling from the nearby bushes, followed by what sounds like the rushed footsteps of about four or five people. Eliott sticks his head out curiously, squinting to aid his vision. 

A group of Ares campers are charging towards a lone figure, led by Nathan, a particularly nasty addition to the Ares cabin. Eliott can’t clearly identify the dark blob they’re targeting from this distance but he’s guessing it’s the new kid. Fits the bill— loose dark clothing despite the heat, face obscured by the low fabric of his hood. 

Eliott moves to approach just as they have the boy surrounded. He looks tiny compared to them and Eliott can’t help it— it’s in his nature to care. He knows it’s nothing too bad, he’s all too familiar with the Ares cabin’s toilet dunking initiation rules. Many brave souls have tried to upend this ritual but to no avail. But maybe if Eliott makes his presence known, they’d let the boy off the hook for the meantime. 

Though before he could take another step, something peculiar happens.

There’s no real explanation for it— the shift in the atmosphere is subtle, but the air seems thicker somehow, smelling of something sweet. So sweet Eliott’s almost tempted to move closer, dive into it and drench himself in its presence. 

And... everything looks pink? What?

He quickly shakes his head, physically flailing his arms around as if to swat the feeling away. When he looks up, the new guy’s back is to Eliott, facing the Ares kids now with his hood down. There’d be nothing too shocking in this picture if it weren’t for the fact that Nathan and his lackeys are completely immobile. Eliott can’t quite make out the exact expression on their faces but from what his blurry vision allows, it’s pretty easy to spot them all slack-jawed, maybe even dazed.

The boy replaces the hood over his head and walks away, untouched. 

What the hell just happened there?

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The other campers start gathering around the campfire almost immediately after he gets back to the medic bay, his half siblings being the first ones present, taking turns on the guitar and belting out songs to their hearts’ content. Although Eliott has always been too shy to sing so publicly, he’d normally be out there listening and laughing along with them. 

But he’s honestly feeling so gross right now. It’s probably the worst summer day of this cycle so far— he’d spilled coffee on himself shortly after his little dip in the lake, ruining the fresh shirt he’d put on right off the bat. The stain is a glaring map over the center of his chest and the many, many kids (an atrocious amount, considering there’s been less than an hour between the time at the lake and the campfire) that got sent to the medic bay in danger of a fucking heatstroke didn’t let him forget about its existence. 

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Eliott sighs, wondering if he should even bother to change or at least try to wash out the stain. On one hand, it’s late in the day and they should all be headed to sleep soon anyway while on the other hand, Eliott just wants to feel like a decent human being before hitting up the bonfire. 

The decision is made from him when a commotion starts up, the air ringing with anticipation and a few gasps from the younger kids resonating above the shocked silence from the rest. 

Eliott stumbles out, cold coffee in hand and medic coat thrown haphazardly over his dirty shirt— not that it helps any, as the thing’s unbuttoned and still showing off his spectacular stain. He stands beside Tristan and Hunter, eyes following the human shaped pink glow from across the campfire. 

But the fire rises in tandem with the campers’ heightened excitement, a golden barrier between Eliott and the occurring spectacle. Slowly, he steps to the side, long legs carrying him forward to where he can see clearly. 

And what a dizzying view it is. 

In front of him stands the new kid, except not really. The boy is surrounded by a pale pink light, and gone is the hideous hoodie and baggy pants combo— he’s dressed in a white shirt, soft and loose, showing off more collarbone than the boy is obviously comfortable with, considering how he crosses his arms over his shoulders with an audible squeak. His pants look equally soft, but fitted, dark fabric displaying a pair of legs that a part of Eliott’s brain can’t seem to stop observing. For science purposes. His skin is lightly tanned, looking like the smoothest cut of marble one might ever have the privilege of running a hand over. Eliott admits that he’d go to great lengths to prove that theory right. 

The boy takes a small step back, appearing one breath away from bolting. Eliott feels the stress rolling off of him in waves. 

Eliott must’ve twitched, breathed too loud, done something, because the boy’s eyes, wide and slightly panicked, flicker straight to him, meeting Eliott’s surely idiotic expression with a flutter of unfairly long lashes. Fuck, that pink glow is yet to fade away. He looks like an angel, it’s downright devastating. His hair’s been pushed back from his face, like a hand had brushed through it to make the most beautiful mess. Eliott’s eyes are free to wander, following the sharp cut of cheekbones down to a perfectly angled nose. He reaches dangerous territory at the sight of a pale rose lip bitten and trapped under the boy’s front teeth.

His eyes snap back up and their gazes lock, Eliott’s glasses slipping down his nose a minor occurrence that he pays no attention to. Not when he’s busy immersing himself in those eyes— a glittering pool indescribable. Eliott is a prodigy of the arts, one of the few things Apollo has done right by his children, but he feels the need to create a whole new spectrum of colour to justly describe the hue of this boy’s eyes alone. And isn’t that some food for thought. 

“Wow,” he blurts out, unable to withstand the utter beauty being presented right before him and the consequent poetry his mind is spewing all over the place.

Except he says it a little too loud and now the attention’s all on him. 

He sputters, shocked into movement like an old engine stuttering back to life. Unfortunately, he forgets about the cup of coffee he’s been holding onto so his halted flailing sends more coffee dripping down the front of his shirt, creating a new stain to keep the first one company. 

“Ah!” The cold shock of it sends him stumbling backwards and his own two feet tangle in his rush to save himself from accidentally falling into the fucking campfire. He’s thrown sideways by the force of his misbalance and he goes diving onto the ashy pile of dirt beside the fire, landing in front of his siblings’ gleeful faces. 

“Nice one, Beli.” Chad snickers, large hand coming down to pat at Eliott’s hair.

He doesn’t have the energy to protest the nickname. Instead, he pours out the rest of the coffee from his paper cup and chucks it at Chad’s head. It hits him right on the forehead, Apollo’s godly aim blessing Eliott for once in his life. 

When Eliott looks back over, a pretty flush of red has settled high atop the boy’s cheeks, spreading over his nose in an adorable show of embarrassment. Some of the others let out an infatuated sigh at the sight of it, and Eliott would’ve too, probably, if he didn’t feel like he’s gotten hit by a freight train once and then backed over twice for good measure. 

Jenna, counselor of the Aphrodite cabin, jumps up from her position on the ground and takes the new kid into her arms. “Finally!” she screeches, ruffling his hair roughly. The other Aphrodite girls happily join in to form a big group hug. They look like an overexcited party of unfairly beautiful nymphs. “Welcome home, brother!” 

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Much later that night, Eliott ventures back out of the cabin— Hunter and Chad haven’t stopped yakking about the amount of protein intake they need to balance out their carbs while still maintaining an acceptable sugar level and Eliott really isn’t in the mood to join in on the conversation. The temperature’s much cooler now that the sun’s fully gone, enough that he has to change into a long sleeved shirt to keep the chill off of his skin. 

He hasn’t walked very far when he spots a figure curled up atop a tree stump, gazing up at the stars with a hopeless sorrow that tugs immediately at Eliott’s heartstrings. Being an empath is both a blessing and a curse. Over time, Eliott’s learned to temper the part of him that latches onto another’s emotions. He’s tuned it out well enough for him to ignore the impulse most of the time. 

But this boy radiates loneliness like a bird shot and abandoned, helpless yet surrendered to its fate. 

“Hi.”

He tenses at the sound of Eliott’s voice so Eliott makes sure to approach slowly, waiting until the boy is fully turned towards him, watching his every move, before he takes a seat on the neighbouring stump off the new kid’s left side. 

The boy nods but doesn’t say anything before tipping his head back up, eyes on the night sky. 

“It’s a pretty nice spot, huh? We can see the stars clearly from here,” Eliott says, tilting his head until all he can see are the speckles of stars against the black backdrop. “I’m Eliott.” 

From the corner of his eyes, he sees the boy fiddle with the ends of his sweatshirt— seems like he’s found another hoodie to hide under. “Lucas.” 

Eliott turns his head, the speed of which it happens is almost outside of his control. It’s a strange feeling, being affected by the sound of a voice. Lucas breathes out the name soft and lilting and he’s sure Lucas doesn’t mean to do it, but the way he speaks is unerringly attractive.

Oh. Eliott whips his head back up to the sky, not wanting to make Lucas uncomfortable. That must be why he’s so damn quiet all the time. 

They sit in silence for a while, Eliott privately steeling himself for the next sound coming from Lucas, who’s still curled up in his seat, legs folded in half and arms surrounding them tight. 

Under the faint touch of campfire, he glows— a supernova crafted by Aphrodite herself. Eliott isn’t sure whether it’s the effect of the goddess’ blessing at work or if Lucas, unhindered by the weight of prying eyes, simply carries the moonlight under his skin. 

“Do you see your favourite?” He tries again, hoping to get a lengthier response this time. The only way to get used to the allure of Lucas’ voice is to hear it over and over after all. 

“Favourite?” Lucas speaks faster this time, although still a little wary. 

“The constellations.” Eliott points up at the sky above them, tracing Lyra with the point of his finger. “They’re everywhere.” 

Lucas mumbles an answer but Eliott fails to catch it. His listening skill is one Eliott takes pride in but Lucas talks inhumanly low even for someone as attentive as Eliott. Lucas clears his throat when Eliott gives him a blank look. “I don’t know. I don’t have a favourite.”

A whooping two sentences. Eliott feels a sort of warmth come over him at the sound of it but it’s nothing he can’t handle. The thought brings a grin to his face and Eliott soon feels himself relax, humming as they continue to stare upward. 

“Mine is Pegasus.”

“Really?” 

The voluntary response only furthers his giddiness. “Yup, it’s cute.” 

“…cute.” 

“Adorable! See, look.” Eliott hops up and crouches beside Lucas’ tree stump so that they’re viewing the sky from the same angle. “Follow my hand, see it over there?”

“I guess.”

“Don’t guess, it’s right there!”

“Okay.”

“You see now?”

“I guess.”

“Come on, Lucas.” 

Gazing up at Lucas is quite the revelation. Lucas has to look down to where Eliott’s crouched down and from Eliott’s angle, his eyelashes are stupidly long. Or, well, not stupidly— rather beautifully, insanely, captivatingly. The blue in Lucas’ eyes are lit up with mirth and his lips, full and red and pursed, are quirked up in the corners with the smallest hint of a smile. 

At the risk of sounding like a bad romance heroine, Eliott is instantly breathless. 

“Eliott?”

His name coming from that voice quite literally knocks him on his ass. Eliott loses his balance and tumbles backwards, plopping into a seated position over dry grass instead of the careful crouch he’d opted for at the start. 

“Yeah, yes, Pegasus, the cute bastard,” he rambles, barely saving the moment. “The constellation reminds me of a kid tryina draw a horse.” 

Lucas is frowning up at the sky now and Eliott can practically hear the gears in his head turning. “That’s not cute, that’s ugly.” 

“Jesus, you’re gonna make a child cry someday.” 

He sees Lucas duck into the space between his chest and folded arms. Curiosity has Eliott subtly peeking forward and while Lucas’ smile is hidden behind his own arms, the curve of his eyes give him away— Eliott, emitting a surprised laugh at successfully making Lucas smile, wonders what he has to do to uncover that sight. 

“Cassiopeia,” Lucas says only seconds into the next bout of silence. 

“Hm?”

“It’s my favourite.” 

“Oh.” His name is Lucas and he likes Cassiopeia. Eliott thinks that’s a pretty good start. “Cool.”

#fictag #elu fic #skam france #greekgodsau #maybe I can continue on being a functional member of society #now that I've written at least a bit of this #I know I know #thats a funny joke #me?? posting a thing without a photo to go with it?? who am I?? #have a pencil

[satanvale]

hello :) this is the first chapter of my new chanbaek ff, my first try with a greek gods au, i hope you like it ;)

#chanbaek #chanbaekfanfic #chanbaekfanfiction #baekyeol #chanbaeksmut #chanbaekau #chanbaekangst #chanbaekfluff #fantasychanbaek #greekgodschanbaek #exo #exofanfiction #exosmut #exoau #fantasyexo #greekgodsexo #greekgodsau #greekgodsfanfiction #chanyeol #baekhyun #kaisoo #kyungsoo #jongin #kai #do #junmyeon #chanyeolfanfiction #chanyeolsmut #godchanyeol #baekhyunfanfiction

[95zholic]

#vmin #95z #taehyung #jimin #greekgodsau #thinking a plot for this au #imissvmin #prayforvminvlive

[ilivelikeimtrying]

GreekGodsAU

Here are some more sketches I made for it!

Sorry again if it's a little wanky.

Hiro's roughly about 18/19 in this one, my OCs 17/18.

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They day Coeus (Hiro) left, he didn't tell anyone, not even his mother, he just grabbbed his fathers old hooded cloak, packed a basket and went to leave.

But as he was packing, his brother found him and knew what he was doing immediately.

He wore a face of hurt at first, but that quickly changed to one of understanding and care.

He helped him pack (adding for him warm blankets, fruits, cheese, bread and wine/grape juice), and before he left his brother, Kore, gave him a gold medal engraved with his brothers symbol.

"To remember me and so you can always find your way home."

Those were the last words his brother ever said to him for the next 150 years.

But he couldn't leave without Olympus knowing why.

So, dressed in his fathers cloak with his mothers engraved medal symbol in his hand, he stalked up to Olympus with mischief intent.

He went up the stairs to Olympus, ingoring the muses playing near the staircase, although, he did notice one of them had they're eyes on him. He shot her a smirk before descending up.

He made it to the top of the stairs and gently pushed the gates open.

He stepped through, pulling his cloak higher over his head, and walked towards the throne of Zeus, where said king already sat.

He stopped infront of where the gods all sat, smiling all the while, before looking up at them, opening his mouth to speak...

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:

He walked out the gates after, immensely satisfied with his preformance and ignoring the dark clouds now forming around Olympus.

He noticed the muse from before, the one who was watching him, was still there, though her sisters seemed to have departed.

She noticed him and approached.

"You're leaving." She stated. He gave her a curt nod, no words needed. "I wish to come." She said, determined.

He considered her for a moment and gave another nod when he found what he was looking for.

She was tired too, tired of the way they treated her, tired of the hierarchy of the Gods and wanted something else, something new.

He could see it in her eyes.

"C'mon," he told her, gesturing towards the staircase, "no use being here anymore."

She gave him a smile, grabbing her bag (which she had stashed away in a cloud), and began descending down the stairs by his side.

He looked back up at Olympus one last time before lifting his hood back over his head and walking away.

He would return one day, and when he did,

He'll make sure they regret ever crossing him.

#big hero six #big hero 6 #bh6 #bh6 au #bh6 oc #bh6 fanfiction #bh6 hiro #greek gods #greek mythology #fanfic #fanart #i tried

[nikole-kephir]

My main piece for the Orion zine @shklancezine in a GreekGodsAU

In the greek mythology are Ares, Poseidon and Zeus the fathers of Orion. Isn´t that fitting?

Big THANK YOU to the mods of that zine bc everything went so smooth! The whole team was just awesome!

#shklance #shklancezine #greek gods au #voltron

[hiyahypen]

bts as greek gods au 1/7 “A body is merely a vehicle. The deepest emotions are experienced through the soul.” - hades min yoongi // hades

#minyoongi #bts #suga #yoongi #min #au #btsau #bts as greek gods #greek gods #greekgods #greekgodsau #bts-as-greek-gods #hades #imagines #btsimagine #greek quotes #aesthetic #aestheitcs #theme

[ao3feed-ichikara]

Aphrodite's Solution

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i904LN

by Opalight, The Osomatsu Collective (TeMmEI)

Poseidon and Zeus both have a plan to "purify" the water of River Styx before Persephone (Ichiko) returns, and Aphrodite's solutions seem to be their best option.

Words: 1187, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: おそ松さん | Osomatsu-san (Anime)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Poseidon!Karamatsu, Zeus!Osomatsu, Aphrodite!Todomatsu, Hades!Ichimatsu

Relationships: Matsuno Osomatsu/Matsuno Ichimatsu, Matsuno Osomatsu/Matsuno Karamatsu, Matsuno Karamatsu/Matsuno Ichimatsu, Matsuno Ichimatsu/Matsuno Karamatsu/Matsuno Osomatsu

Additional Tags: GreekGodsAU, Alternate Universe - Greek Mythology, blmatsu

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i904LN

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ichikara #karaichi

[thornstocutyouwith]

Greek Gods/Ex AU

My (Karma) Greeks AU’s

Moros as Moros Eros as Eros Pan as Pan Hermes as Hermes Robin as Attis Andromeda as Dike Pandora as Eurynome Mattheus as Zeus Elian as Thanatos Leo as Boreas Castle as Epimetheus Finnian as Anicitus Tobias as Aegaeus Orion as Astraeus Blue as Thesis ( Genderbent ) Knox as  Hydros Enzo as Arai ( Genderbent ) Panikk as Phobos Athena as Athena Enyo as Enyo/Nyx Xavier as Pyriphlegethon Silas as Eurus Angelus as Ares Calypso as Epiales Lucian as Chrysus Colden as Typhon Tancred as Morpheus Pharos as Peitho Mason as Horkos Abunai as Eris Sage as  Apollo Pentagram as Oizys Karma as Eupraxia Travis as Pothos Belphegor as Plutus Milo as Philophrosyne Arawn as Tartarus Blair as Ker/The Keres Eclipse as Acratopotes Lief as Comus Alexei as Archeron Jax as Arete Malakai as Gelos Micah as Momus/Hypnos Asher Cooke as Pistis Rhaegar as Thrasos Za as Zelos Ezra as A Spirit of The Phonoi Blaise as Prometheus Xian as Lamia/Atlas Asher as Erebus/Cratus ( Kratos ) Ashton as Phantasos Secret as Lethe Simon as Kratos Killian as Phthonus Miles as Charon Warren as Techne Timber as Hera/Chaos Aiden as Hedone Asha as Hebe/Elpis Ostic as Epiphron Trevor as Caerus Xander as Angelia Key as Apheleia SylarD as Dolos Aries as Pheme/ Philotes/  Deimos/ Helios Seth as Hades Abunei as Horme Zion as Harmonia Tristan as Eleos/Lamia Archer as Eupheme Damion as Achlys Jace as Ate LoveCraft as Dionysus/Deimos Moon-Flower as Aether/ Bia Wesley as Asclepius Anika as Hecate Crispin as Bia/Deimos/ Aether Ala'Star as  The Phonoi/ Polemos Saffron as Poros/ Soter/ The Pseudologoi Willow as Alala Jasper as Elpis Jarvis as Hyperion/ Perses/ Menoetius Septimus as Helios Sebastian as  Chronos/Aether

Skies' Greek AU’s

Iris - Gaia Morrigan - Nyx Autumn - Circe Jonah - Philotes/Kratos Lunette - Aidos Harper - Hecate Elliot - Artemis Anabel - Eris Bella - Terpsichore (muse of dance) Oliver - Astraeus Spencer - Aergia (As a boy) Emery - Erebus Lucy - Nemesis Ashlin - Rhea Ezra - Hypnos Zeke - Kratos Atticus - Dionysus Narcissus - Plutus Bray - Phoebe Bailey- Demeter Alexandria - Achlys Dylan - Apate Travis- Cerberus Echo - Hephaestus Clover - Amphitrite Adalyn- Styx Persephone - Persephone Micah - Chaos Lucy Fife - Euterpe (muse of music) Olivia - Pitys Memphis - Athena Paris - Helios Rozenwyn - Oizys Noah - Zelos Ashton - Hestia Link - Dolos Norah - Chione Scout - Phonoi Jaeden - Eleos Hayden - Lyssa (as a boy) Wren - Hebe Luca - Poseidon Isolde - Lethe Darcy - Aphrodite Dorrian - Charon Juliana - Hera Aurora - Eirene Xavier - Dionysus/Momus Francis - Prometheus Octavia - Enyo

Elijah as Coeus

Bubbles’ Greek AU’s

Charlie as Hermes

Amy/Melinoe as Melinoe

Icarus as Himerus

Cassie as Aphrodite

Ruth as Hecate

Elijah/Atlas as Atlas

Andreus as Apollo

Bellatrix as Eris

Klaus as Momos

Arianne as Ananke

Mari as Asteria

Delilah as Selene

Malia as Hemera

Katherine as Artemis

Freia as Psyche

Lachesis as Lachesis

Klotho as Klotho

Atropos as Atropos

Callista as Callista

#GreekGods #Greek Gods AU #AU #AUs #GreekGodsAU #MuseAUs #Reference #Bubbles #Skies #MainAU

[choupichoups]

sksks imagine lucas coming to camp and everyone thinking he's the son of ares because he's so angry and grumpy all the time. and when aphrodite claims him as his son and does the whole makeover thing at the campfire he's just gives them all a deathstare while suddenly it's clear for everyone why he managed to get free snacks at the camp store though he only had to ask and grit out a 'please'

Pal his effect is so strong he only has to blink with his long ass eyelashes and they’re practically offering him the snacks and he hates it but also. Free food. So guess he’s WINNING. 

#ask #he walks with his head down all the time #awkwardly shuffles around to avoid bumping into people #and you better bet he's trained himself not to smile and laugh #cause the moment he makes eye contact and smiles #its over for everyone #aka rip eliott #Anonymous #greekgodsau

[volchitsarps]

I need to finish Makaria's bio asdasffjhsbdf

#greekgodsau

[ilivelikeimtrying]

GreekGodsAU

Here are some sketches I made for it.

Sorry if it's a little wanky, but I tried.

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He had finally gotten a moment of peace from his mother and everyone else.

From Astraea and his constint nagging. From the other Gods always looking down on him. From... Apollo, blech.

He just needed a break.

But as he was picking some beautiful Anemone for their garden tabel at home, he heard a voice.

It was small and weak, but it's words made his heart drop:

... help...

He grabbed his things and started walking away from the place. His mother had warned him of the world outside of their garden, and the dangers that could befall him.

'JustgohomeJustgohomeJustgohomeJustgohome'

And then he heard it louder,

"SOMEONE HELP US PLEASE!"

He turned his head to where he was sure it came from, and then just stood there... unsure.

He should go home...

but... the person... the people... they could be hurt...

Maybe... no, he should just... he has to go home.

But then he heard them give a fearful sob, the sound echoing through the forest, "P-please! Someone, h-help us please... "

And his choice was made then and there.

Someone had to help them.

He searched around the patch and then heard it again- "please" -and he snapped his head in the direction of the soft plea.

The Lake!

He ran to the edge of the lake and stopped in his tracks when he saw what was in the center it...

It looked like a portal, right in the middle of the lake. It was big, and dark, using the water to hold it's form.

His anxiety and fear picked up and he turned to run, but then the voice came back, smaller, weaker and softer then before.

"Someone? Anyome? Please... ? "

He took a deep breath and turned back to the lake, it's waters deathly still despite the fact that the portal itself seemed inraged.

"Ok... let's do this."

As he walked through the death still water he felt a tug in his chest to leave, but he ignored it as he reached the center, and when he crossed through the portal there was but a moment of regret when he made it to the other side.

The place was dark and he felt cold the moment he fell through. It felt like… sadness.

It felt Lonely.

An oh, did he know that feeling all to well.

He stood and looked around for any signs of life and saw a tunnel with dim light coming through. He heard voices and saw shadows illuminating from every corner of its wall's, creating horrific forms of monsters and Gorgans.

Before he could think better of it though he walked slowly through the dark tunnel, being careful not to make a noise, and made it to the other side where he saw some sort of beach.

It had dark-grey sandy shores and one single black-wooden Pier, where a small dark boat drifted at the end. It was pitch black of color, with beautiful carvings on the sides and skulls decorating the front.

And standing on it was a dark cloaked figure with a row. They were tall, and by the looks of the hands holding the row, hadn't seen the sun in a long while.

He looks off further onto the beach and was shocked to see hundreds upon thousands of Mortal- no, not mortals- they were a glowing cerulean and almost completely see through.

"Spirits." His mind supplied for him. “I’m in the underworld.”

He lifted the hood of his own cloak over his head and slowly walked towards the beach, keeping a firm grip on his basket as he did.

He kept his head down as he went, listening for the voice he was looking for, searching for it’s owner in need, but all he heard was the moaning and cries from the wandering spirits. He looked up a little and saw the faces of these… phantoms.

They looked mournful and in grief, pain and exhaustion evident on their faces.

Fearfully he wondered to himself “why?”

“Because they cannot cross through.”

A strange voice echoing in his mind suddenly answered.

He whipped his head around in fear, searching for the new patron and landed on the cloaked figure, noticing how its features were now facing him. "Shhhh." it hushed him and, with a grey slim finger, beckoned him forward.

He approached them cautiously, looking around him as he crossed the soul filled beach.

He politely (never forgetting his manners) greeted them, nervously twisting his cloak in his hands and whispered:

“I’m sorry for asking this, but, what do you mean ‘they cannot cross over ’ ?”

The dark cloak looked passed him to the crowds of souls “They do not carry payment. Without pay they cannot cross.”

“Payment?” His question brought back the figures attention, who nodded slowly at him. He looked around at the spirits before looking back at the cloaked rower. “What sort of payment do they need?”

The person reached inside their cloak and pulled out a gold pence. AnOlympian coin gold pence. “If one wishes to cross they must pay the currency. They who do not carry payment cannot cross. They must then wait for their time, only then may they leave for judgment.”

He looked down in thought. He knew he shouldn’t ask any more questions, that would be very rude… but…

“Judgment by whom?”

The figure stayed quiet for a moment. “. . . I. . . cannot answer. . .”

He nodded in understanding and bit his bottom lip.

“… May I ask then, how long must they wait?”

The figure once again turned to him with consideration before they answered:

“100 years and more.”

"100!-" he started loudly before remembering himself, and lowered his voice. "But... why?... that.... I..."

He was baffled and his heart ached for them.

He turned back to the souls and made another choice that day before hearing the figure ask him: "Why are you here then? You do not look departed..."

He couldn’t lie, he was raised with manners like that, and was always taught to tell the truth.

“Pardon my intrusion, sir Rower, but I was called upon-” he was suddenly interrupted by a shriveled voice.

“h-h-help… us...”

Now that he was down there he heard it more clearly and realized that it wasn’t just one single voice, but multiple voices at once, begging for help.

It was also much easier to hear where the cries were coming from.

“There!” He told the cloaked figure, pointing to the other side of the lake. “I need to be there!”

He noticed that the figure was just staring at him, not moving.

He awkwardly lowered his arm and shyly looked down.

“…Please.”

The figure considered him for a moment. It seemed for a moment that the person was going to turn him away before they leaned in close and he saw their dark, glowing eyes staring him down.

The figure then abruptly stood up and asked him. “Do you have riches darling? ”

He just stood there and blinked up at them.

“P-pardon me?” he asked confused.

“Do you have any riches darling? Any payment? If you wish to go somewhere upon the rivers of Styx, Lethe, Archeron, Phlegethon, or Cocytus, you must give currency like everyone else. So, do. you. have. payment? ”

“Uhm…” he looked around himself and noticed he still held his basket, lifting it up for them to see it. “You wouldn’t happen to take flowers, would you?” He asked with a nervous smile. The figure politely shook it’s head. "Though as beautiful as they are, they are not payment."

He lowered his basket and stayed quiet for a moment. He went to shake his head to say no when he suddenly remembered something.

“Wait!” He reached into his Chiton and pulled out a golden medallion, engraved with the symbol of Demeter.

When all Gods grow to a certain age their bodies stop aging and they look like that for all eternity.

When his day came his mother had given him the medallion, saying that as long as he carried it, he’d know where he came from.

He looked at the figure and showed them it. “Will this do?”

The figure reached out and gently took it from him.

They inspected it for a second and nodded. “Yes.” And proceeded to stuff it in there robe. “This will do just beautifully dear.” They extended a grey (and kinda boney) hand to him and, after a moments hesitation, he took it, letting the rower help him on the boat, almost in a way that seemed like it should only be used for royalty.

They even helped him sit down!

'How chivalrous.'

“Careful now, last thing we want is for you to get hurt.”

“Oh,” he exclaimed with surprise and gave him a bright smile, “well how nice of you, thank you.”

The figure bowed their head and then started rowing the boat away from the pier and the shore.

He couldn’t help but look back to the spirits still trapped there, forever to roam only because they didn’t carry riches or payment.

Poor things.

‘Don’t worry ’, he thought to them silently, ‘I’ll be back for you, all of you, I promise.’

“Well? ” he heard the figurr ask and turned to look at them.

“Huh? Oh! Please forgive me, I didn’t quite catch that.” He shamefully admitted.

The figure chuckled and shook their head.

“Fear not young one,” they said, turning their sights back to the waters ahead, “I simply announced my name to you, nothing important.”

He quickly shook his head. “Of course it’s important! Oh do forgive me! Please tell me again, I’m listening now, I promise!”

He heard the figure start to laugh at him. “Calm yourself small one, it is nothing to fret about, but if you wish to know I will say once more.”

They made a soft turn in the river and he noticed another cavern tunnel on the other side.

“help us- help me- someone, anyone- please! ” He heard their cries grow louder.

‘ I’m almost there,’ he thought softly to them, ‘please hang on.’

“Yes,” he told the cloaked figure, “I’d like that.”

With a light, joyful tone, the figure told him:

“Charon, dear floral one, I am Charon.”

Charon half turned to him.

“And you? What should I call you oh fair louloúdi? ”

It was quiet for a moment as he thought.

He continued to open and closed his mouth all the while.

He opened his mouth to say 'Tadashi', but thought better of it.

His mother warned him about using the name his father gave him.

He opened it again to say 'Kore', but stopped himself.

He didn’t want to say it, say the name that all the other Gods called him. He loved his given name, but it just felt like a suffocating lable now. It had already been ruined by the ones who have used it.

He just sat there for a while, not knowing his own name.

He then suddenly looked up at the figure with bright, determined eyes.

“. . . Per- Persephone." He told Charon.

This name, this title, he had now bestowed upon himself, felt so right as it roled of his tongue.

He didn't know, however, that this name would follow him from this moment on, for the rest of his immortal life.

"Please, call me Persephone.”

#persephone #underworld #greek gods #greek mythology #bh6 #big hero 6 #big hero six #tadashi hamada #sorry not sorry #i do what i want #bh6 au

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but on the other hand, Eliott seeing Lucas for the first time and automatically being like ‘him, i..... HIM’ and everyone saying there’s plenty of other of aphrodite’s children that are just as beautiful (yeah, okay, sure) and more willing and eliott just pointing and saying ‘that one’

People are trying to talk him out of approaching Lucas but suddenly he’s Eliott, 19, and he never fucking learned how to listen 

#ask #as Brooke would say #this au is consuming my mind #HOW DARE #wHO STARTED THIS #WHO #*scrolls down* #oh #was me #polarispluie #greekgodsau

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have you added the gods au to The Wall™️

#ask #lays down #dumb joke braincell is thriving #there's a few I haven't put on yet #HAHAH #Anonymous #greekgodsau

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Lucas: son of Aphrodite Eliott: son of Apollo *hits gavel on the table* IT IS LAW

#ask #exasperated pretty boy meets beautiful sunshine boy #pretty boy is suddenly injured all the time and must absolutely visit the Apollo cabin #no it's not just a small cut Arthur #it might get infected #yes he needs a medic pronto #salutmonmec #greekgodsau

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Lucas is definitely the son of Aphrodite. And Eliott is the son of... ? I don't really know. But wait! One of them being the son of Hades? That'd be cool. Anyway, I'd read the shit out of that 👀

He sCREAMS son of Apollo

Or or or

Eliott is the son of Hades who enters camp halfway through, all beautiful and mysterious, and snatches up the most unattainable from Aphrodite’s cabin like the scandalous drama king he is 

#ask #im answering your two asks separately bECAUSE I CAN #wandering-crazy-fan #greekgodsau

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Elliot hearing Lucas playing the piano,,,, being more in love,,,, bc as the son of Apollo, he loves music with his life

Hey @salutmonmec

Eliott, constantly, whenever Lucas does anything in this au: 

#ask #slkdjfsk #Anonymous #greekgodsau