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Hermes’s Guided To Parenting: Ancient Laws Be Damned

Summary:

Hermes, not satisfied with Percy's attempt to reason with Luke, decides to confront his son himself. Luke is not prepared to deal with his father.

Warning: spanking of a teen by their godly parent

Notes:

This was requested by GirlObsessedWithFanficDaydreams_2022.

I am working on everyone’s requests and should hopefully have more out soon! Currently, I am holding off on taking anymore till I have a good portion of the current list done.

Also, please note that I do NOT believe in spanking as a punishment in real life. This is purely fictional.

I am hoping to get another story out today or tomorrow!

In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this story 😘

Chapter 1: Hermes Takes Charge: A Godly Intervention

Summary:

Hermes strolled forward with purpose. He was grateful to his little cousin for attempting to reason with Luke, but obviously his son needed a firm hand rather than a desperate plea, and a firm hand was something only Hermes could provide.

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Hermes strolled forward with purpose. He was grateful to his little cousin for attempting to reason with Luke, but obviously his son needed a firm hand rather than a desperate plea, and a firm hand was something only Hermes could provide. The god had seriously had enough of his child’s outrageous behavior. Luke was a child attempting to act like an adult, and Hermes was going to put Luke back in his place, but not just with discipline. He was going to give his darling child the attention and time ancient laws and Zeus had originally forbidden.

 

“Trying to overthrow us,” scoffed the god out loud. Risking his life, Hermes’s mind added. Yes, it was indeed time for Luke to face the consequences of his actions, and then, of course, he would come home with the god because Hermes was done stepping back. He would take back his role as Luke’s father, his dad, and ancient laws be damned. Hermes was determined to be a good parent for once, and who knows, perhaps the other Olympians would follow his example. Hermes exhaled softly, his footsteps slowly fading as he paused in front of his destination: Hampton Inn.

 

Hermes exhaled deeply as he shoved the doors to the hotel he knew Luke and Ethan were staying at open. He strolled around the few people checking in and out in the lobby. No one paid attention to him, courtesy of him using the mist. He marched to the elevator and pushed the button for up. The god waited a minute till the doors opened and walked in. Hermes pushed the number six and waited as the doors shut and then the machine took off. A moment later, the doors were opening and Hermes was walking out. The god marched down the hallway, stopping at room number 112. He gently touched the handle, undoing the lock, and shoved the door open.

 

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Luke had just been trying to come up with a plan with Ethan for their newest mission when the door to their hotel room was flung open. Luke heard himself gasp, and Ethan did as well. Shit, thought the son of Hermes.

 

Luke jumped, gripping Backbiter tightly as the door to his hotel room was flung open. He spun around to face the threat, Ethan right behind him, sword raised.

 

“Hermes,” gasped Luke, looking flabbergasted. He lowered Backbiter in shock. How did his dad find him? Why was Hermes here even? Luke’s heart squeezed, a flicker of warmth battling the cold resolve in him. Luke paused, remembering happier times, when his mother wasn’t cursed and his father had still been there for him. The demigod shook his head. Hermes is the enemy, Luke reminded himself internally.

 

The god marched right over to Luke and ripped Backbiter out of the demigod’s hands. He snapped it away. Luke wouldn’t be needing it anymore. The god then grabbed his son’s wrist and paused to look at Ethan. I cannot deal with both of them right now, but Ethan needs help as well, thought Hermes. Apollo, thought Hermes. His older brother would help him, and Zeus could not punish the son god for interfering if caught since Apollo was the protector of divine youth. I will use our bond, thought Hermes. That would be the faster way to get Apollo’s attention.

 

……….

‘Apollo,’ asked Hermes mentally, using the bond he shared with the older god.

 

‘Yes, little brother,’ replied Apollo, tone slightly curious. Hermes rarely used their bond to communicate.

 

‘I need to deal with my wayward son, but there is another demigod here, and I don’t wish to leave him alone,’ explained Hermes.

 

‘Ah, I see. I will be there in a moment,’ replied Apollo as he teleported off his island and towards his brother.

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A sudden flash of blinding light filled the room, causing both Luke and Ethan to squeeze their eyes shut. The air seemed to warm up rapidly, though it wasn’t uncomfortable like the sudden brightness was.

 

“Apollo,” Luke heard his dad say in a scolding tone. The demigod attempted to clear his blurry vision, intending to figure out what the hell was happening.

 

“Sorry, little brother. You know how it is,” laughed the sun god. “You must be Ethan,” said Apollo as he turned to look at the son of Nemesis. The god’s eyes were soft and held none of the malice Luke and Ethan were expecting. It could be a trap, reasoned Luke in his head. Maybe something like good cop, bad cop.

 

Ethan nodded, looking two seconds away from passing out. Luke felt the same way. Two Olympian gods. They were definitely dying today. Apollo beamed in response and held out a hand. Ethan trembled, almost falling, as he walked closer to the god and accepted Apollo’s hand.

 

“Come, I know a great food place a bit far from here,” said Apollo excitedly, giving Ethan a wink. He began walking towards the door, Ethan’s hand in his, before pausing.

 

“Good luck, Herm,” giggled the sun god, causing Hermes to snort and roll his eyes. Apollo felt slightly bad for his younger brother. Dealing with angsty teens was hard. He would know.

 

As Ethan walked out with Apollo, Luke felt something die inside of him. There was nowhere left for him to run. Luke had no choice now but to face Hermes regardless of if he wanted to or not. I am done for, thought the demigod. Actually done for, thought Luke.

 

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“Now then, let’s talk,” said Hermes, once Apollo and Ethan had left.

 

“I don’t want to talk,” snapped Luke, his voice slightly whiny.

 

“Tough luck, kid,” snorted Hermes as he dragged his son to the bed and sat down, pulling Luke in between his knees.

 

“You’re done,” declared Hermes. “There will be no more quests, no more attempts to overthrow your grandfather, and no more dealings with that mad Titan.”

 

“You can’t stop me,” replied Luke, his tone icy. He would not submit to this. Hermes didn’t have the right to make those demands of him after abandoning Luke without a second thought.

 

“I can and I will, Lukas. I am your father whether you like it or not, and that means I am in charge of you,” replied Hermes, his tone stern and commanding. He loves his little one dearly, but enough was enough.

 

“To hell with that,” snapped Luke, attempting to shove himself away from the god.

 

Hermes sighed, having expected this. His words were not getting through to Luke. Time to try method two, thought the god with false cheer. He caught Luke’s hands, which were trying to hit him, with one of his hands. The god used his other hand to pop the button on Luke’s jeans and shove them and the demigod’s briefs down.

 

“Hey! Stop!”

 

Hermes ignored his son’s demands and hauled the child over his lap, quickly pinning Luke’s legs with his own and placing a restraining hand on the demigod’s back.

 

“Hermes, let me up right now,” shouted Luke. “Owwww.”

 

“Don’t you dare call me Hermes, Lukas Castellan,” snapped the god. “Father, Dad, Papa, I don’t care which, but you will use a parental name.”

 

“No! Oww! Ahh!”

 

“You will not communicate with your great-grandfather!”

 

“Ow—Dad—ahh. Stoppp,” cried Luke, squirming as Hermes began to rain holy terror down on his backside. “Please!”

 

“There. Will. Be. No. More. Foolish. Quests,” scolded the god.

 

“Ow—Dad—ahhh,” yelled Luke, tears starting to fall at the sting.

 

“And no more foul language either,” added Hermes as he spanked his son’s now pink bottom. “You’re way too intelligent to be swearing like that.”

 

“Okayyyy! No more! Daddy!”

 

“So help me, Lukas Castellan, if you disobey anything I just told you, this spanking will seem like some love taps!”

 

“Nooo! Ahhh,” cried Luke, his vision blurry due to his tears.

 

Hermes nodded to himself, landing one more swat before stopping. The god gently adjusted Luke’s clothes and helped the child to stand up. Luke tried to back away, wiping at his tears, but Hermes was having none of it. The god pulled his child into a tight hug, gently rubbing Luke’s back.

 

“Come home, my heart,” whispered the god. Hermes’s eyes were soft and full of love for his child. The god’s tone was ever softer, calm even. A side that Hermes reserved only for his little ones.

 

“I am scared,” confessed Luke, still sniffling a bit. Everyone would hate him and they would have good reason too. Luke had betrayed his family.

 

“I will be there with you every step of the way,” vowed Hermes. I am never leaving you, darling.”

 

“Promise,” asked Luke as he pulled back to look into his dad’s eyes, identical to Luke’s own.

 

“Pinkie promise,” agreed Hermes, holding up his pinkie. Luke smiled lightly and intertwined his pinkie with Hermes for a second before falling back into the god’s chest, a deep sense of relief filling him. Maybe things would change for the better, thought the demigod. Just maybe, just maybe Luke was wrong about his dad.

Chapter 2: Sun-Kissed Surprises

Summary:

Ethan thought his body should be shaking right now and his mind In turmoil as he walked through the fancy hotel Luke had somehow managed to get them a room in. He, a traitor to Olympus, was walking with an Olympian, who was holding his hand no less, yet Ethan didn’t feel fear. He felt an odd sense of calmness, like some part of him knew Apollo would not hurt him.

Notes:

Hey guys!

Here is a second part focusing on Ethan and Apollo!

Thanks to dany321 and FluffAnon for answering my question! This chapter is for you guys!.

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Ethan thought his body should be shaking right now and his mind In turmoil as he walked through the fancy hotel Luke had somehow managed to get them a room in. He, a traitor to Olympus, was walking with an Olympian, who was holding his hand no less, yet Ethan didn’t feel fear. He felt an odd sense of calmness, like some part of him knew Apollo would not hurt him.

 

Honestly, everything felt like a fever dream. Ethan hadn’t really interacted with the gods very much. The demigod had really only interacted with the titans and, of course, minor deities, but Apollo was no minor deity. The sun god was one of the strongest Olympians right after the big three. Why Apollo was choosing to spend his time buying Ethan food and spending time with the demigod instead of just smiting him was beyond Ethan’s understanding.

 

Ethan must have zoned out because all of a sudden he felt a voice calling his name and a gentle hand tapping his cheek.

 

“Little one,” Apollo questioned softly. The sun god waited until the child was focused back on him rather than wherever Ethan had retreated to in his mind.

 

Ethan snapped his eyes up to look at Apollo, heart thumping a bit harder as he was suddenly yanked from his thoughts.

 

“Sorry,” mumbled Ethan softly. “I got lost there for a second, I guess.”

 

“It’s quite alright, child. Perhaps a restaurant is a bad choice right now. Would you prefer we go somewhere quiet?” asked Apollo. The god hardly wanted to overwhelm the already distraught demigod. Ethan had gone through enough as it was.

 

Ethan nodded, relief flashing across his face. The demigod could not seem to find his voice to give Apollo a verbal reply. Honestly, Ethan was kind of surprising himself. He knew he wasn’t a particularly talkative person, but he certainly wasn’t timid either, and yet he knew he was acting like a shy little kid.

 

“Good choice,” complained Apollo as he pulled Ethan closer to himself. “I am going to teleport us out of here, so close your eyes.”

 

Ethan nodded once again, shutting his eyes tightly.

 

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Ethan coughed, almost falling to the ground, as a strong dizziness struck him. Luckily for him, the sun god’s warm arms were already stretched out, prepared to check him.

 

“I apologize. Teleporting is usually disorienting the first few times,” explained Apollo, his teacher tone popping out.

 

Ethan paused, taking a few deep breaths as he waited for his head to stop spinning and his stomach to calm. “That really sucks,” groaned the demigod as he finally stood up all the way, backing out of Apollo’s hold.

 

“Yeah,” agreed Apollo with a grimace. “It definitely does. I promise it gets better each time though!”

 

“Where are we?” asked Ethan as he turned his gaze towards his unfamiliar surroundings.

 

“My temple, of course! Or, well, one of my many temples. This is one of my favorites,” admitted the sun god. “I sneak my children here sometimes.”

 

Ethan’s heart clenched, a sudden anger filling him. Nemesis had never done anything remotely similar for him. “It’s not fair,” whispered Ethan. The demigod hadn’t meant to say that thought out loud, but it was too late to take it back. He almost wanted to slap Apollo for the current expression the god was wearing. It looked like a mix of sadness and pity.

 

“No, it is not,” agreed Apollo, his tone full of grief and anger. “You deserve better, Ethan, and for that I am sorry. We gods have long since failed you,” admitted Apollo.

 

“Yes, you have,” agreed Ethan bitterly. He regretted his harsh tone when he saw the sun god’s god flinch. “But I doubt you brought me here to tell me that, so why am I here really, Lord Apollo?”

 

Apollo paused, taking a second to decide something before straightening up and grabbing Ethan’s hands.

 

“I would like to take you in, to be in loco parentis, if you would like,” stated Apollo. The god’s eyes were warm and shining with a hopeful light.

 

Ethan paused, his mind shutting off as the god’s words registered in his head. Did Apollo just offer to adopt me? thought Ethan. To adopt me. Me, a traitor and a child of what most would call a minor deity. Why him of all people?

 

“You, you want me? But I am nothing. I am a traitor and a minor god’s—oww!”

 

“You are none of those things, Ethan Nakamura,” declared Apollo sternly. “And if I hear you say anything like that again, I will spank you.”

 

“But, it’s true. I am worthless,” snapped the demigod. “Why would you wish for a mess-up like me?”

 

“No, sir. We are going to deal with this self-deprecation talk right now,” said Apollo as he guided Ethan towards a couch in the middle of the room. Apollo took a seat and pulled the demigod over his lap, making sure to secure Ethan's legs and hands before starting to swat.

 

“Oww—Apollo! What are you doing?” cried Ethan, his toes curling at the harsh smacks hitting his defenseless bottom.

 

“Fixing your mindset. You, Ethan Nakamura, are by no means worthless, and next time you say that, I will wash your mouth out with soap!”

 

“But—“

 

“No,” interrupted Apollo. The god’s voice was stern, far sterner than Ethan had heard yet. “You are not worthless. Repeat that.”

 

“I am—ahh—not—oww…damn—worthless,” shouted the demigod. Ethan whimpered as his flurry of spanks hit their target perfectly.

 

“You are a very good person who has simply made a few mistakes, like all people do,” explained Apollo. “But make no mistake, you are worthwhile and deserving of care. Repeat that, please, little one,” commanded Apollo.

 

“I—ow—am deserving—Apollo, please—of care,” cried Ethan, finally going limping over to the god’s lap and letting himself cry.

 

Apollo exhaled softly as he carefully pulled Ethan upright to sit in his lap. He made sure the demigod was leaning more on his hip than on his bottom.

 

“Ssh, it’s alright now. I got you,” reassured Apollo. “You are not going to be on your own again. I promise, little one.”

 

Ethan sniffled, his sobs tapering off as he leaned into the warm and strong embrace of the god before him. For whatever reason, being around Apollo gave Ethan a sense of comfort, of safety. The demigod let out a slightly shaky breath, cuddling closer to the sun god. A decision regarding Apollo’s earlier question floated around in his mind. Apollo had not only asked but had also shown his care and willingness to take care of Ethan. How could one possibly say no in the face of such kindness?

 

“I want,” Ethan paused, sniffling. “I want to stay with you.”

 

Apollo beamed, holding the child closely.

 

“Of course, love. Your siblings will be excited to get to know you!”

 

“I am staying in your cabin?! But, but isn’t that like forbidden?” questioned Ethan.

 

“Yes and no. I will work it out. Don’t worry, little one. My father can suck it,” declared Apollo, in a snarky tone.

 

Ethan laughed, slightly shocked at the sun god’s willingness to sass Zeus of all people. Apollo laughed as well, pleased to have made his child smile.

 

“Apollo…”

 

“Hmm,” responded the god as he began to play with Ethan’s hair.

 

“Thank you,” whispered the demigod.

 

“Of course, little one. Welcome to the family,” said the sun god softly as he pulled Ethan in for another hug. Ethan let out a content noise, snuggling deeper into Apollo’s embrace. So this is what love feels like, thought the demigod. I think I could get used to this, thought Ethan.