AN: Continuation of the stake a claim series, nuff said.
The Hearth goddess poked the flames with a stick, a dark expression on her face, the flames of the Hearth were a poisonous green colour depicting the emotions of the goddess. For millennia she had been ignored, pushed to the background by her own brother Zeus so that his drunkard of a son would become famous, this didn't bother her at all because it was the kind of life she wanted, a quiet life free from the unnecessary frivolities that being an Olympian brought about (even though it wasn't always like that). Through the ages she endured rejection from the mortals, mortals she helped both openly and subtly, and yet she didn't complain because she wasn't bothered.
The gods moved to Rome and she got her first taste of attention from both the mortals and fellow gods, despite the fact that she was no Olympian she was one of the most revered deities in Rome … and she enjoyed, but at the cost of her personality, she became colder, a less colder than the other deities, but still noticeably colder… and she hated it.
The years passed by, and one day by a trick of fate the gods discovered how to shift forms. She was glad to be able to revert back to her original form, but her time away from her Greek form had made slightly unused to the body, and as such she began to experience foreign emotions.
Emotions that went against every principle of the very basis of her vow of maidenhood, she for once in her immortal life felt the emotion known as love.
It was towards a simple mortal farmer who she usually hung around with during her visits to the mortal world, and soon their friendship evolved into love.
The day that she finally decided to let her feelings for him known was the same day that he came running to her with a joyous expression on his face.
The girl of his dreams had agreed to marry him.
Hestia was shattered but she hid her pained expression with a fake smile and congratulated him half heartedly.
He never saw her again.
It would take hundreds of centuries before she would fall in love again, and with the son of her brother nonetheless.
Perseus Jackson.
She couldn't explain what attracted her to the carefree son of Poseidon, maybe it was because he was of pure heart, maybe it was because he was selfless and would do anything to protect those dear to him…..or maybe it was the fact that he pulled her out of her isolation.
He didn't have to give her back her throne on Olympus but he did it either way, and through that singular act, the 'spark' of a crush she had on the son of Poseidon ever since he sat with her at the hearth before the battle of Manhattan evolved into a raging inferno of love for him.
But there was a problem, a problem that went by the name of Annabeth Chase.
That single thought snapped the Hearth goddess out of her reverie, with a flick of her wrist she dispelled the green flames of jealousy from the hearth and stood up.
A visit to her brother Hades was in order.
Maybe he had a few hellhounds to spare for the daughter of Athena's demise.
She was done being a pushover, she would not stand aside and watch what was hers be taken away by a filthy half blood.
Not even Athena's wrath would stop her from what she was about to do.
She intended to stake her claim right now, Percy Jackson would be hers and no one would stop it.
AN: This has been in one of my innumerable laptops (surprised? Kidding I only have 15 laptops. Lol) and I felt that it would be a crime not to post it. So tell me what you think.
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