❝If you return to your old world, we will follow you, and we will destroy everything you love. This is your home now.❞
Percy's world didn't teach her about how obsessive a god's love would be. But when she was accidentally transported to this crazy...
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I changed the ao3 tags! Take a look if you're curious!
Also, I kept saying that there won't be any smut until Act 2, but apparently the previous chapter counted as smut... oops 😅 So forget what I said! There will be smut in this act, but no peepee in the veevee action until act 2!
IT WAS IN THE EARLY hours of the morning and two of the female Elder Olympians (plus Persephone who had been dragged along by her mother) had just finally managed to calm down Hera from another one of her meltdowns.
Zeus' party had long been over and most of the partygoers had been brutally punished. While Zeus retired into the depths of the palace to lick his wounds, Demeter and Hestia were practically force-feeding their younger sister calming tea to prevent another explosion.
"Do forgive me for losing my temperament, sisters," a mostly subdued Hera apologized as she blew into her dainty teacup. "You know how I get with Zeus and his... philandering ways."
The very mention of Zeus was enough to bring her back to a boiling point. Angrily, she slammed her tea cup down on the table, making the two goddesses jump while Persephone stared idly.
"I just can't stand him...!" She bit out. "An orgy party?! AGAIN? Did he think I wouldn't find out?! Does he take me for a fool?!"
Demeter and Hestia exchanged wary looks like they were thinking, Oh here we go again.
But then Hera regained her cool, clearing her throat and combing back her hair, looking very much like the dignified queen she was supposed to be. Either the tea was really doing its job, or she had finally been attending her anger management lessons.
"Anyway, how have my fellow goddesses been these days?" She asked cordially, taking another sip.
"Oh the usual," Demeter droned on. "The Midgardians are destroying my land. Oh! But my crops up here are doing wonderfully."
"That's nice, Demeter." Hera said dismissively. "And you, elder sister?"
"I've been thinking of redecorating..." Hestia wondered aloud.
"Lovely. Persephone?"
"I'm so glad you asked. My husband is cheating on me!" Persephone said cheerfully.
Hera promptly spat out her tea all over Hestia's face.
"He is?!" Hestia's jaw dropped. The tea didn't even bother her.
"He is?!" Demeter gasped, joy written all over her face.
"He is?!" Hera couldn't believe what she was hearing. "That explains why I felt so off a while ago! That no-good scoundrel! I told him that I should've been the one to officiate the wedding so I could properly bless your marriage but nooo, he had to stick to the pomegranate route and now your marriage is ruined! My poor dear niece, tell me the name of his whore! We shall punish her together!"
