strength, a hephaestus/hestia mythfic
(written for my dear meredith (tasseomancer).)
a night of reflection with the god of the forge and the goddess of the hearth. (2,176 words)

control issues, an ares mythfic.
{filled commission for daria (phaedraportokalea) ♥
who requested something focused on ares.}
the other residents of the lito have managed a relatively smooth transition; but with ares it will always be an issue of control.
when his path keeps crossing with a passionate war correspondent, the god of war finds himself properly challenged.

"…I have a passion, too. But it’s not half so kind. It doesn’t keep me warm—it burns me alive. Every time it ignites I burn from the inside out. It doesn’t guide me; it blinds me. Drives me to do bloody, terrible things. It’s a passion for destruction and death. Because that’s what I am, sweetheart. I’m the concussive flash as the nuke detonates. I’m the gleam of napalm and the shine of a blade and the powder burn of a gun. I’m a berserker. All brute force, blunt trauma, body bags, and casualty counts. I’m indiscriminate. I’m merciless. I’m suffering on a wide-scale. And the most terrible thing is that when I’m in the grips of my passion, I don’t care." (9,788 words)

of monsters, metal horses, and snake-haired women, a perseus/andromeda mythfic.
{filled commission for kit (queenofthebadgers) ♥
the follow-up to prelude to a clash and the fateful boast.}
in three days the kraken will destroy the city; unless andromeda offers herself up as sacrifice.
perseus turns to his unexpected family for assistance — but in the end, only the deadly medusa can help.

part one:
Perseus took a deep breath and sat back, his hands clenched into fists. “I’m going to stop the Kraken if I have to rip it apart with my bare hands,” he said quietly.

If Thallo hadn’t known Perseus for most of his life; if they hadn’t been the closest of friends for years; if he didn’t know just how kind and good-natured his friend was—he would have been frightened by the look on his face. (8,607 words)

part two:
Perseus had always liked watching the sun rise; even as a child he would wake up early just to walk along the beach with Dictys and admire the way dawn painted the sky. The beauty of it always suggested that the day would be full of promise and opportunity; it put him in an optimistic mood, made him ready to face whatever came next with a smile.

But today… (9,960 words)

on route 66, an artemis & circe mythfic.
{filled commission for lindsay (rowofstars) ♥}
in the immediate aftermath of the pact, artemis has to escape for a while and circe comes along for the ride. when the pair stop at a remote diner they find that some things haven’t changed.

She can feel it now, like the ghost of an old pain beneath her skin. Where the German bullets tore through her side only weeks before. It’s new and frightening and overwhelming and she knows now why humans devote so much of their precious time to distractions. Why they constantly move and give themselves over to physical pleasure with abandon—once you can hear the ticking of your death, you begin to frantically search for earplugs. (2,885 words)

A trio of mythfics featuring:
Hades/Persephone, Ganymede/Narcissus, and Hermes/The Cat.
Persephone wants Hades to get into the spirit of the season. Narcissus comes in from a winter storm and turns to Ganymede to warm up. Hermes and the Cat play a ghostly trick on a miser for all the right reasons.

balancing act, an adonis/narcissus/ganymede mythfic.
{author’s note: this is the first time i’ve attempted alternating first person POV, so be gentle with me.}
a model whose name is synonymous with male beauty. an egocentric painter who’s made a career on self-portraits. a young man who just happens to be zeus olympian’s personal assistant.
when narcissus and adonis make a bet, the surprise is in who really wins.

It shouldn’t be such a tempting suggestion, and I’m annoyed with myself for even considering it. But when he’s touching me, kissing me, dimpling my flesh with his fingertips, I feel better and more real than I ever do in front of cameras. I feel solid, like a man of blood and bone rather than an attractive frame for clothes. Strange, I suppose, how I only feel truly whole when I’m with a man who can barely see past his own nose. (10,150 words)

maternal instincts, a psyche-centric mythfic.
(written for Meredith.)
psyche has the world — its problems and uncertain future — on her shoulders.
She thought of Hestia’s work, her shelters and outreach programs, and resolved to support her further. What good was divinity if it did not try to repair that which was broken, or heal that which was sick? They depended on this world for so much, and yet so few of them gave back as they ought to. As half-mortals, they owed it to the humans to empathize with them, to relate to them better. And as immortals who would see the days to come, they owed it to the world to ensure those days would be brighter ones. What sort of world was this to leave to the next generation? (5,097 words)

Billie Piper is Psyche in {The Lito}.

Michael Fassbender is Poseidon
as seen in The Lito by zombres

swim until you can’t see land, an aphrodite/poseidon fic.
{written for unclebenjen.}
It’s an anniversary of sorts.
He takes her to the beach. She asks archly if she should bring a clamshell bikini. (1,739 words)