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jgracie · 17 days

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GOLD RUSH — PERCY + DAUGHTER OF HADES

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❝ could you write headcanons of percy x daughter of hades (or persephone) reader? ❞ — anon

in which percy dates a daughter of hades

pairing percy jackson x hades!reader

warnings makeout scene but it’s very short and not explicit dw

on the radio . . . gold rush (taylor swift)

For many years, it’s always been Percy and you, you and Percy

Ever since he found you and your half-siblings, Bianca and Nico, at your old middle school, you’d been inseparable

You were distraught when you discovered the truth about your dad’s side of the family and how you missed out on the majority of your life because of it, but Percy made it all better, comforting and guiding you through the world behind the mist

It was only natural for you to end up falling for him, especially as the two of you grew up and he grew into his features, becoming increasingly handsome

However, you’re a daughter of Hades, and brought misfortune everywhere you went, so you vowed to simply watch from afar as Percy dated some other girl. Sure, you’d be miserable, but at least he’d be happy.

Besides, it's not like he’d have any trouble finding a nice girlfriend. You weren’t an idiot, you saw the way the majority of girls at camp swooned over him, dying to be in your position as you walked to the beach together

That decision is what put you in your current position. In order to distract yourself from Percy, you’d constantly pretend to have crushes on random people and accept any date proposal from any guy, a part of you hoping he’ll fill the Percy-shaped hole in your heart

Percy didn’t see you the way you saw yourself. To him, you were perfect. You’re the daughter of death, sure, but the way you breathed life into him every time you smiled said otherwise

From the moment he met you at 13, Percy had fallen hard. The thing is, he didn’t think he had a chance. To you, he was just the best friend you’d rant to about the guys you actually wanted to date, not the one you’d go out with

And whenever they broke your heart, Percy was the guy you’d run to. He’d cradle you and smother you with as much affection he could get away with every time, fighting the urge to beat that guy up for hurting you, knowing he could do so much better if you just gave him a chance

“I just really thought he’d be the one, Perce,” you mumbled into his chest, your eyes fixed on the movie in front of you. Some guy - Apollo? Nemesis? Percy didn’t really care - asked you out on a date in the mortal world, then proceeded to stand you up, not even bothering to fake an excuse

The mere thought of you standing out there in the awful rain, all alone, made Percy seethe with rage. Noticing the glass of water in front of him begin to shake, Percy calmed himself down, choosing to instead rub your back and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you cried

If he was that guy, he wouldn’t have stood you up. In fact, he would’ve picked you up from your cabin himself in order to ensure your safety on the journey

Little did Percy know, you weren’t crying because of being stood up. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but you didn’t care about that son of Nike at all. He just saw you as a competition to win. Once he’d gotten you to agree to go out with him and humiliated you in front of random mortals, he considered his job done

You were upset because you were sick of your heart. Every date, whether good or bad, never resulted in your feelings for Percy going away. On the contrary, they got stronger every time, as you’d analyse your date’s every move and think, ‘Percy wouldn’t do something like that’ at every minor inconvenience

As Artemis drove her moon chariot in the sky, the two of you sent opposite prayers to whoever happened to be listening, the desperation in your thoughts being the only thing they had in common

Still, you continued to date random people. Percy continued to feel his heart shatter every time you barged into his cabin to tell him all about this new guy you met, already able to guess the outcome

Just as you were about to lose hope, Aphrodite sent you an angel. Marcus was a son of Hecate, beautiful in the way petrichor feels like a warm hug, and he liked you

You could tell almost immediately, from the way his eyes seemed incapable of meeting yours to the rhythmic tapping of his feet as he spoke to you. And he was cute too. Was he Percy-level cute? No, no one could be that cute, but he was definitely up there

So, you bided your time. Maybe he would be the one you were waiting for. When he asked you out on a date, you couldn’t be happier, agreeing before he could even finish his sentence and running to tell Percy

Percy could tell Marcus was different. You spoke of him like he held the sky above the Earth, your eyes sparkling

He had to do something about this. He couldn’t stand around waiting for you anymore, and he couldn’t believe it took him this long to realise it

While you prepared for your date with Marcus, Percy decided to seek advice from the only woman in his life he believed he could trust to handle his situation

Sally Jackson made her way over to her son, handing him a plate of cookies and ruffling his hair before sitting in front of him, “so, what did you wanna talk about?” She asked, concerned. She’d never seen Percy like this before

“Well… you know Y/N, right?” He began, biting into a cookie. She nodded, already having an idea as to where this conversation was heading

Sighing, Percy continued, “I really like her, mom. I’ve liked her for years now, but she seems to have eyes for anyone but me. Before, it didn’t bother me that much, but now she’s going on a date with this Hecate kid and I can tell he’s different from all the other ones and I just don’t know what to do. I thought about sabotaging it somehow, she doesn’t deserve to have her date ruined.”

The answer to his problem was so obvious Sally had to stop herself from pulling her hair out, “why don’t you just tell her that? Speak from the heart, Percy. Y/N’s a nice girl, even if she doesn’t like you back, she won’t hate you for it.”

His mother was so smart. Percy had to tell you, even if the only thing he’d get out of his confession is a weight lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly, he was filled with adrenaline as he remembered that your date was today.

Grabbing the remaining cookies and stuffing them into his bag, Percy yelled a jumbled-up excuse to his mother then ran out of the door and all the way to the nearest taxi

Once he got there, he made his way to your cabin, nearly breaking down the door as he entered

“Y/N please don’t go on that date!” He nearly screamed. You were dressed in pyjamas with a face mask on and watching a movie, which confused Percy. You should be getting ready by now

“I’m not going, Marcus caught a cold from one of his siblings, so we rescheduled to next week,” you answered, then, when what he requested of you finally clicked in your head, “why do you care?”

“Because you should be going on a date with me,” Percy said, finally calming down, “I love you more than anyone in this whole camp, Y/N. I’ve loved you since we were 13, but I was too nervous to do anything about it. I’m sorry if this ruins your date with Marcus, I know you were really looking forward to it and–” Percy stopped talking when he noticed the expression on your face

You were beaming. The way light from the window shone on your face would have anyone mistaking you for a child of Apollo, “I love you too, Percy. I’ll cancel on Marcus. Do you wanna watch this with me?”

Honestly, you and Percy dating didn’t change much in your relationship. You became a little more touchy and were no longer afraid to declare your adorations to the other, but other than that, Percy was still the same guy you’d been crushing on all these years

It took people at camp a while to realise you’re a couple because of this. The Aphrodite cabin knew, but no one else believed them until they caught you guys making out behind cabin 3

You gasped for air as Percy finally let go of your lips. What started as a mere kiss turned into another, then three, then a whole make-out session behind his cabin, "Perce, we're in public, there are kids in camp," you said, the smile on your face growing

"Don't care," Percy replied, locking lips with you yet again, "love you so much," he said in between breaths. You didn't pull away, content with staying on cloud nine with him, for eternity

Well, it would've been an eternity if it weren't for the sound of gasps and cheers pulling you down to Earth. You pushed Percy away from you, too shy to look anyone in the eye after what just happened. Meanwhile, Percy just smirked as he heard exclaims of, "I told you they were a thing!"

Soon enough, news spread and made its way to a certain half-brother of yours, who wasn’t afraid to give Percy a lengthy description detailing what’d happen to him if he even thought of hurting you

Nico knowing meant Hades found out too. You have a good relationship with your dad, visiting him and your stepmother, Persephone, every once in a while

So, Nico also came bearing a message from Hades, who swore on the Styx to do everything in his power to put Percy in the Fields of Punishment if he ever caused you any pain

Percy wasn’t intimidated by any of these threats, since he knew he’d hurt himself before laying a finger on you

Sally is SO delighted that the two of you are a couple. Honestly, she was the first to see it when Percy first brought you over, she just didn’t say anything because she wanted you guys to figure it out on your own

She adores you so much though. Percy thinks she loves you more than she loves him sometimes. She’s always giving him little trinkets and baked goods to give to you!!

You sparred together all the time before you started dating, since as children of the big three, you’re only allowed to fight each other. However, since you started dating, you noticed Percy start to loosen up a little

He thinks you don’t know but you do. He doesn’t want to hurt you!!!

Every day, Percy makes it his mission to prove that just because you’re a daughter of Hades, doesn’t mean you’re unlovable. So far, he hasn’t failed

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #percy jackson x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson headcannons #percy jackson x hades reader #percy jackson x daughter of hades #hades pjo #children of hades #daughter of hades #cynwrites

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 4 months

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i love your headcanons! can you write percy jackson x daughter of hades??

(nsfw, sfw, or both)

percy jackson dating a daughter of hades

pairings: percy jackson x reader

warnings: (sfw) + nsfw

author's note: I love writing nsfw, remember that I always age up the characters when writing NSFW!

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art by vidia

Being the daughter of hades has its perks, people stay away from you the moment you were claimed. They know better, but the bad thing is that you couldnt find yourself getting comfortable with others if it meant that you couldn't use your powers completely during games/sparring.

Luckily for you, percy is your guy. he can keep up with any attacks or summons or any power you have - and he does not let you down.

he never gets scared of anything you show him (perks of defeating a one titan and one goddess before the age of 18).

Besides, he has two good friends who are also a child of hades/pluto. He is interested in what you can do, but respects it if you dont wanna show him.

In a relationship percy does not mind showing what he likes about you, touching you, holding hands and lacing your fingers together everywhere, staring at you across the room and quirking up an eyebrow in a teasing way (just to see if you react or not).

in a relationship, I feel like percy has no shame in trying to make you flustered, in the same way he does not mind showing you how he likes it.

grabbing your waist when you stand and talk to someone, butting in when you dance with someone other than him, trying to tease you and flirt with you across the room - knowing damn well people are enjoying the show.

He loves to see how you react when he touches your delicate spots, the small of your back, your spine, thigh, inner wrists, anything that has soft skin he is willing to simply graze it with his long fingers - and pull back when you look at him.

other times he just full on stares at you in challenge, like he knows you cant resist the simple touches.

you might ask,

what are you doing?

but he will always give the same answer or some type off variant,

what do you think i'm doing?

by the way, he definetly know you like it when he talks in a husky and deep way. his voice already got deep during puberty, but he really takes it to another level.

he likes to watch you with hooded eyes when he lets out a deep chuckle, he knows you like the vibration coming from his throat.

he knows you like his warmth, and has no issues pressing close to you, even while standing. imagine youre just standing somewhere, and he suddenly comes and bumps his chest close to your body, and keeps it there. he doesnt grind or do anything but he just likes pressing himself close to you.

he wants to know the way you like it.

he likes it when you kiss his neck instead of his lips. or when you check him out from afar, but when he gets close you get shy

ugghhh bedroom eyes pleeeassee stop it percy. he knows a nice blush will form on your face or he has at least memorized what you do, what type of facial expressions you make when you're flustered. this man knows you from the inside out. understands your likes and dislikes and makes it his whole entire personality.

he gets reminded of you whenever he is with someone, wether its someones laugh or anything romantic really. his mind doozes off and he starts to think about you, your lips and your voice, your body underneath him--

he quickly pulls himself away from such thoughts, gets embarassed. but if you are dating, he's bound to think about something at least.

using his powers to make you feel good, forcing the water to give you a nice massage

whenever he watches you use your powers he gets somewhat turned on when you're being intimidating.

i dont want to be stereotypical, but if you do wear dark-coloured clothes and have piercings, dyed hair he just likes the fact that you stick out. but if he likes you, then you are the center of his universe.

things would start out slow between you two,

kisses and flirting->following each other around->

to suddenly backing each other against the wall or any surface

teasing both by pushing your limits, he likes to tilt his head to the side and watch you with his eyes while you try to keep a poker-face.

too bad, percy has mastered the art of poker-faced (refrence to kane chronicles and percy jackson crossover), he can go all day (and yes i mean that in both ways-or all ways)

but he's hesitant to go further with you, so initiate it.

istg, imagine him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his beautiful face - while you get changed slowly on purpose (he knows but he's enjoying the show), and just cast a glance over your shoulder and hes locked it, he will only focus his gaze on you. even if people call his name from outside his cabin, he wont turn his back. he takes in every feature, every movement,...

sheesh his toned abdomen. he didn't think it did anything to you at first, but he noticed how you would watch his shirt roll up whenever he leaned back or how your gaze would flicker to his biceps - so he started to wear his sweatpants low, like really low just to see your reaction. even if you dont make a big deal out of it, he knows you're screaming inside.

in percy's mind, theres something about knowing that someone desires you that makes him give that in return to you. like if he knows you want him, his desires for you grows twice as strong. knowing someone wants him, every part of him, that is enough to spark arousal in this guy.

do anything and he is watching. you are special to him, his one and only. and as the poets say, you are his other half.

touchign and playing with your hair, expose some of your neck, or just watch him with casual eyes and he just gives you a knowing-smirk. he knows when you want it and when you're up for it.

i feel like hes the type of guy to get turned on when you get turned on, your reactions are important to him. you moan, he moans. its as simple as that.

if you like to change up your style every now and then hes transfixed by the way you're casual one day and suddenly glamorous, or when you dress with clothes that most wouldnt wear or when you dress according to a group like the punks, goths or tomboys - hes just fascinated by you.

licks his lips and watched your lips when you talk. you dont even need to be talking to you. hes just memorizing your features. and when hes done with that he chooses the he likes the most.

ogle ogle ogle

quit staring

is a coming saying from you. you're met with the same response,

*quirks eyebrow and doesnt say anything, poker-faced*

sometimes you're met with a smirk.

sheesh. i feel like when he gets flustered he doesnt want to stop staring at you but he does anyway because he wants to try to hide it. lowering his head, looking away quickly and looking down -> smiling at himself for such a reaction but also silently complimenting you for making him react in such a way. everyday is exciting, he wants more. i guess this guy likes the adrenalin, perhaps is reminds him of the curse of achillies in a way?

sing a song and dance around or lip sync. i feel like he sometimes manspreads guys, like i know its annoying when you're sitting next to someone, but he means no harm. besides, usually on the subway he stands even if theres an empty seat.

but when he is sitting he spreads and leans back and watches you. sometimes he comes forward and rests his forearms on his knees to get a better view. if someone gets in the view ex. stands in front of him or blocks the view, he clicks his tongue and tries to look around. if a guy starts talking to you or dances with you theres a minuscule feeling of bitter hate in his chest that runs pretty hot and deep in his veins, luckily he doesnt make a scene but just sits there irritated. wipe that frown off his face plz.

has developed a habit of touching his hair and scratching his neck because of you. he starting doing does habits becuase he wants to seem cool and look good, but also because he gets nervous

he naturally smells like sea-water, but started to wear a musky, deep, hollow scent as his cologne so that when he puts his jacket around you - you can smell him and smell like him the rest of the day/night.

likes it when you lay in his bed so he remembers how you smell, its comforting - but not always good if it keeps him up at night

not a very innapropriate or suggestive person but gives his friends "the look" when you're being sexy on purpose. not to make fun of you or undermine you, but because he needs to make sure everyone is also getting this, phew.

like i said, he likes your scent - but secretly lays down in your bed (even if you're in the top bunk hes going to climb up there shamelessly) so that it smells like you and hopes it keeps you awake at night too.

if you try to tease him for staring or try to stare back at him he maintains eye contact and sometimes blurts out:

pretty

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yendts · 27 days

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Hazel Levesque, Daughter of Pluto

Nico, Percy, Jason, Thalia

#i love her v much #this took too long tho oof #hazel levesque #hazel hoo #hazel pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #big three #the big three #big three kids #pluto #pluto pjo #daughter of pluto #hades #hades pjo #daughter of hades

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fatedbutblinking · 8 months

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imagine percy and a daughter of pluto being destined to fall in love - so in love that there's a prophecy about it. something that describes a love so strong that it saves the world. percy doesn't know a thing about it, but lupa told the girl about it in private when she was a kid, and that it clearly describes her in it.

so when percy gets dropped into camp jupiter, and she feels a connection with him so strong that it's almost unbearable, she is desperate not to fall in love with him.

she wants to save the world with her leadership and talent, not by falling in love with some guy. she's an esteemed praetor, the most skilled halfblood at camp jupiter, and she wants to be known for more than just falling in love. she doesn't even get how falling in love with him is supposed to change the world.

"lupa," she breaths, in a voice softer than a whisper, as she stares at percy from a distance. he is sparring someone, and winning. "tell me it's not him."

"it's your destiny," echoes in her head.

"him," she reiterates with a scoff.

"i'm just as surprised as you. but you'll do it. even if you don't want to, you will."

"i'll take that as a challenge."

so she literally doesn't want to fall in love with him because she's too prideful. and she's too much of a girlboss slay strong independent fighter shadow-sorcerer queen to back down to a prophecy.

meanwhile percy is absolutely besotted with her from the moment he steps into camp jupiter. of course he can't remember annabeth, only in snippets, but he loses those thoughts the moment he sees her.

he makes it goddamn clear how attracted he is to her. he constantly flirts with her, pesters her, challenges her to fights. she's got some pretty name like valeria and he calls her "val", which she hates. she's really hot, but in that hauntingly beautiful tim burton sort of way: big dark eyes, sharp cheeks, pouted lips and olive skin.

he doesn't understand why she hates him, considering the entire camp has already fallen under his charm. but that doesn't stop him from trying.

"let me take you out."

"you lost me on 'out.'"

"i didn't take you for an introvert. you're always shouting at people and fighting them so i thought you'd want to do something active."

"i'm not an introvert. i just don't want to go anywhere outside with you."

"how about inside?"

"absolutely not. you are not coming in my cohort."

"how about mine?"

"no."

"promise i'll make it worth your time."

"how oxymoronic. if you're involved, it can never be worth my time."

"did you just call me a moron?"

she is unable to contain her snort. "you're an idiot."

his sea-green eyes soften. "gods, val, you're so beautiful when you smile."

though she doesn't want to, she finds herself staring at him when he's not looking. she starts waiting impatiently for him to pester her, she starts looking forward to their brief chats. she feels butterflies when they graze arms. she likes the way he smirks at her at the end of a fight when she's beaten him to the floor. she likes how close their faces are. she lets him manipulate her into mini dates, like walks by the water, swimming with cute whales, cooking blue food for the campers.

she starts to fall for him and it scares her so much that she distances herself. percy finds out about the prophecy and finally understands it all.

one day they are fighting a massive monster that has somehow infiltrated the camp and he confesses her feelings to her, knowing a fighting scenario is the only place where she'd be close enough for long enough to actually listen to him.

"i know what you think of me," he starts.

"if you did you wouldn't be speaking to me right now."

"no. i know what you actually think."

"focus on the monster, seabrain."

"i know you like me."

"what?"

"well, kinda. i mean i think you hate me too. but i also don't think it's that different from liking me."

"then you have a warped perspective on relationships."

"admit it."

"percy."

"admit that you like me."

"there is a monster in front of us and you want to talk about this?"

"the whole camp wants us to talk about this. do you see anyone else fighting? no! they're too busy waiting for you to give me an answer!"

"everyone get off your asses and fight. right now."

nobody moves.

"don't be like that. just because everyone can see how good we'd be, except for you -- "

"don't."

"fuck it. i'm in love with you. i've been in love with you since the day i met you -- "

"no."

" -- uh, yes. i wanna fucking be with you. i mean, i wanna do a lot of things to you, but to be with you? i wouldn't need anything else. just you, for gods' sake."

"percy."

"gods, i wanna kiss you. i wanna kiss that look off your face. but i'm not gonna do anything until you tell me the truth."

"i don't know what to say."

"you love me."

"i don't love anything."

"i know, but you love me."

"i don't wanna prove the prophecy right."

"stop being stubborn."

"i can't just be known as the girl who fell in love with you, perce. i want more for myself."

"you'd never be known as that. you'd be known as the girl that i fell for. the shadow-slicing praetor that percy jackson begged to have."

"i guess that doesn't sound so bad."

"yeah?"

"maybe."

they kiss passionately.

from then on, they're the it-couple on campus. they're always sneaking off and kissing, and percy is constantly all over her, kissing her neck, whisking her away.

everything is perfect until annabeth comes to claim him. they end up in camp half-blood with annabeth not knowing about her and percy. she watches as annabeth whisks percy away. percy's head is confused with his head and his heart.

she tells herself that she shouldn't have let herself fall in love with him. instead of letting percy break up with her first, she breaks up with him, saying that this is now real life. she will be known for more than just love, and he can have the love of his life annabeth back.

but percy doesn't feel that way anymore about annabeth. how could he? annabeth overhears the conversation and breaks up with him, understanding that he has feelings for someone else. he apologises over and over again because this is his best friend, but she accepts that they are only each other's first loves. and not the last.

percy wants her back.

the two camps are united in their decision to get them back together. although they don't have a lot in common, both camps adore either percy or the pluto girl -- they are their leaders -- and they want them together.

so percy makes another scene.

"i challenge you to a duel," he announces loudly to her, as campers gather around.

"jackson, i'm busy."

"i know. re-training people from my camp because you romans think you know better. fair enough. but i guess you'll have to re-train me, considering i'm actually greek."

"stop trying to wind me up."

"so it's working?"

"isn't it a rule at camp half-blood that children of the big three can't duel?"

"that's never stopped us before."

"it can this time."

"are you scared of losing?"

"get over here, jackson."

"don't worry. i'll go easy on you, deathbreath."

"that doesn't mean i will."

she swipes at him with her dagger, and creates a small cut down his arm.

"fuck."

"not so cocky now. stop missing, jackson, you haven't even grazed me."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"come on. hurt me."

"no."

"it's a fight, not a dance. hurt me."

"no."

"fine, don't! gods, i'm not going to fight you if you're not going to fight back. just leave me alone. i don't wanna be near you. can't you just let me be?"

"i've hurt you enough. i know i have."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"but i promise you. i will never hurt you ever again. i will never make you feel anything but happy. i will do everything in my fucking power to make sure of it."

she laughs shortly. "it seems like everyone in our two camps will do anything to make sure of it."

there.

there, she realises it.

she realises that them falling in love was the gods' sure way of getting the two camps to respect each other. swapping jason and percy around was only the start - to make sure the camps knew of each other. but her part? it was to make sure that both camps would love each other, would stick together no matter what, the same way her and percy would through anything.

their friends refer to her as the queen of both camps, as it is her that has truly brought them together. although it's not what she had planned to be infamous for, she accepts it, knowing that she has gained more than she sought out:

percy.

"you have completely confused my perception of reality," he continues, as if she hasn't already made her mind up. "i dream about you. all the time. every night when i go to bed i dream about you. but most of the time it's in the day, when i see you, when i smell you, when i know you're near. i knew long before that prophecy that you were meant for me."

"me too, perce. all of it. me too."

so they get together and everyone is super happy. even nico does a slow clap bcus he likes how it's the most dramatic thing he's seen. the gods are like crying up there watching them get back together like they're some kind of soap opera that they manufactured. but it doesn't matter to them bcus they're living their best life.

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escaping-reality-with-ficton · 3 months

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child of hades

#annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson spoilers #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #fanart #hades #child of hades #daughter of hades #son of hades #aesthetic #hades and persephone #hadeschild

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kind-hufflepuff · 4 months

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MAL AS A HALF DEMIGOD OF HADES AND HALD DARK FAE

#aesthetic #decendants #mal descendants #mal x ben #mal x evie #dark fae #demigod #ancient greek gods #hades #daughter of hades #greek mythology #multi shipper

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aesthetictw · 2 months

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aesthetic | hazel levesque

#aesthetics #aestethic #aesthetic pictures #moodboard #pinterest #tumblr pics #hazel levesque #pluto #daughter of hades #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #camp half blood #percy jackon and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #hades

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loife1m · 5 months

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proud PROUD daughter of hades y’all

#daughter of hades

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icefrye19 · 18 days

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Percy Jackson TV Series S1

Wednesday Netflix S1-

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺;

Aellazara Addams adopted daughter of Gomez and Motrica Addams, younger sister of Wednesday Addams, daughter of the night Goddess Nyx, was known for being chaotic and strange at times.

Growing up, she was raised as a true Addams along her siblings Wednesday and Pugsley. Yet, at times the young girl felt out of place for she was different from the rest of the family.

Despite being told multiple times by her parents she was an Addams, she couldn't help but wonder about birth parents and why they left her at the doorstep of her adopted parents. Even more so of her strangest freakish power she had, having no control or no knowledge of them she often tried her best to avoid using them at all cost.

One day, her self control slips when she sees her little brother getting bullied and nearly kills them. After this event, Gomez and Motrica enrolls their daughters in the famous Nevermore Academy, an eerie institute where they meet. Not wanting to feel a prisoner or trapped, Aellazara and Wednesday tries to escape the institute at any cost.

But finds Nevermore drawing them in more and more ,Aellazara would soon find that it's much better being kept inside rather being exposed to the rest of the world. When Aellazara and Wednesday come across two demigods and a satyr, they would find themselves being drawn into another world filled with monsters, envious jealous gods and titans.

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cassismultiverse · 26 days

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the most athena & aphrodite coded child of hades ever

#percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo tv show #percy jackson #daughter of hades #child of hades

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Mal’s wardrobe in descendants

D1 / D2 (Royal edition) - D2 (VK edition) / D3

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#dove cameron #descendants #mal #mal bertha #daughter of maleficent #daughter of hades #d1 #dove cameron gifs #mal gifs #mal descendants gifs #my gifs #mine

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superspookyjanelle · 1 year

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OC AESTHETIC: Harley Underworld

❝ Since when do heroes care about villains? ❞

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @waterloou @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

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i-am-christel · 1 month

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" I appoligize I do not wish to be unbearable "

" I shall leave you "

" Goodbye child of Hades "

... I think I will take a nap.

The smoking is making me sleepy...

@s-e-c-r-e-t-s

#source: my brain #greek gods #greek mythology #hades #daughter of hades #interactive story #storyline

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jilli-rat2 · 1 year

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HAZELLLLL🌸🌸🌸

#hazel levesque #pjo #pjo hoo toa #hero’s of olympus #daughter of hades #drawing #fanart #pjo fanart

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PJO Ciel AU: Stowaway into War (Pt. 1)

Summary: Ciel has only been aware of his demigod status for less than two years, so he's learned to be more cautious. Though the cries of war thrust him into joining the fight in Manhattan even if he ruffles a few feathers with a fellow stowaway. Will he die in battle or will he survive the horrors to come?

Disclaimer: The characters of Justin Colby Peters and Clara Atalanta Ostá are intellectual properties of @mastrmiscellaneous, please follow them for more content on those characters and their creator's brilliant content.

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It was the dumbest idea in his twelve years of life, that of which his father would throttle him upside the back of his head. Laying inside of a duffle bag with little room to move, clutching his bow, and hoped he wasn’t caught.

“THUCK!” His body made as it whacked against the back of the rear seats of the Camp Half Blood van. “Ow…” Ciel murmured before covering his mouth to not give his position away to the campers sitting in anticipation of the coming battle.

“What was that?” One demigod said, scanning around the van.

“What was what?” Another questioned.

“I thought I heard- never mind.” The demigod focused on the road ahead.

Taking a deep though slight breath, Ciel felt the tension release slightly. However, as time progressed the tension, fear, and worry began to bubble in the pit of the stomach. It was as if ice began to creep throughout his body the closer the van got closer to the final destination: the Empire State Building.

An hour and a half later, the vans arrived at the Empire State Building. The doors of the van opened as each of the demigod teams began their short meeting with Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.

As Annabeth gave out orders, the demigods began unloading the van with their equipment, including the bag that Ciel had stored himself in. Being pulled out, by a camper and with a loud thud the boy gave his position away.

“Ow!” Ciel yelled as his body hit the asphalt road. After a brief moment, someone opened the bag and met the gaze of the boy. “Uh, hi!”

“Silverstein?!” Annabeth Chase turned to see the boy with a frown that could petrify him like Medusa. “What in the gods' name are you doing here?!”

“I…” Ciel shimmed out of the bag. Dressed in hiking boots, jeans, a camp shirt, and a military jacket that may or may not have been “acquired” from the camp store, and his armor. A black bow, quiver, and sword were pulled from the duffle by one of the campers. Some could state the obvious but did want to hear what he would say.

Standing up, he looked over the other demigods. Some with glances of annoyance, humorous (mostly the Stoll twins), but a majority irritated of stares made it hard to speak.

“Ciel?” Percy's voice called to him with a stern stance though a calm gaze was enough to acquire a response. Ciel and Percy were not super close, but they had a cordial relationship a mentor and mentee. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to help. To fight…” Ciel gripped his bow firmly as he looked at the rest of the campers. “I can’t just not help! Kronos is on the way, and I-“

“Isn’t your mom against Olympus?” A son of Hephaestus stated with a hint of hate.

They weren’t wrong, Ciel's mother was the goddess of magic, Hecate, and one of the greatest betrayers of the former Titan army. A number of his siblings were claimed during the Battle of the Labyrinth, in which they sided with Kronos and Luke's forces in the hopes of gaining the favor of their mother and recognition. Ciel wasn’t one of them, though just because one could join others who are in the wrong doesn’t mean all should.

How could he not want to have considered the possibility of joining the other side? Having siblings who were willing to switch sides was not something he’d care for because he couldn’t imagine betraying others, especially because he was taught that letting his anger over not receiving prayers and love was worth it. The blood of those who fought and died to the Titan Army. Having a mother’s love? Hecate never stepped in or cared for him for twelve years so why would she change? No, just because he was claimed does not mean she gets to act like he owes her a pegasus fart from him.

“So?” Someone spoke up. Justin Colby Peters, Ciel's best friend for the past year in a half. Cladded in his own attire, faded jeans, a camp hoodie, armor and bow in hand. Never did Ciel feel more thankful than in that moment.

“Ciel is one of our best archers and he doesn’t need permission to do the right thing. Right?”

Some of the demigods grumbled while others nodded at the facts before Annabeth spoke up clearly annoyed.

“Fine. But you’re stuck with the Apollo cabin.” Annabeth said in a stern tone, Ciel nodded in acknowledgment as the rest of the demigods continued clearing the vans of their gear.

“For Olympus' sake!” A hunter pulled out a girl dressed in armor, jeans, a camp shirt, and a dark blue hoodie. “We got another one!”

“Hey, let go!” The girl growled, her eyes a fierce deep blue like the sky at twilight.

“Clara too?!” Percy said as she glanced between her and Ciel. “Are there any more stowaways?”

“Just us, Percy,” Ciel spoke as he walked over to Justin, glancing at Clara before beckoning her to them. “She can help with our assignment.”

“You’ll need me on the battlefield, Jackson,” Clara stated boldly as she cycled her bronze coin through her hand. A statement that couldn’t be argued as Clara is a prodigy in the field of swordsmanship, if he wasn’t mindful of her potential, then Percy would be obliterated during training. This though was not training and there was no chance of a second chance or luck on their side. Clara Atalanta Ostá is someone you could rely on in a pickle and given their limited numbers who could argue?

With little choice in the matter, Percy nodded as the trio smiled. Michael Yew looked at the three before rolling his eyes and taking charge of his cabin and the two stowaways as they made their way to the Williamsburg Bridge.

At the Williamsburg Bridge…

Michael Yew, son of Apollo, began setting up a series of archers between every few cars that sat on the road. In some of the Apollo cabins, the more experienced were in front while Ciel, Justin, and Clara made up the rear guard. The trio went over their gear respectively, ensuring their straps were secure on their armor, counting their munitions, first aid packs, ambrosia, and nectar supplies.

“So… you guys didn’t want to tell me why you hitchhiked all the way to the war zone?” Justin asked as he tested the drawstring of his bow.

“And risked being told no?” Clara countered was she flipped her coin a couple times as she glanced from their position. Scanning for the coming of Kronos forces.

“I could have vouched for you and you could have sat comfortably,” Justin stated a bit irritated given his view of the two. “It’s not like we aren’t close to each other and aren’t friends.”

“Justin,” Ciel spoke up. “It was my idea that we sneak up to join the fight. I… I can’t stay at camp knowing I could help fight against them.”

Ciel stood as he looked out to the East River before turning his gaze to Brooklyn. The thought of not helping his best friend, the camp that made him feel not so alone? To him, the answer was easier than throwing a spear into the ocean.

“Ciel, why didn’t you trust me to tell the truth?”

“It’s because-“Before Ciel could decipher an explanation an explosion and the roar of the Titan Army began to march down the Brooklyn end of the bridge shifted his attention. “We’ll get back to that.”

The three took up positions, Ciel behind a Jeep Cherokee with his bow at the reading an arrow housing Greek fire. Launching his arrow at a great angle, Ciel and a few others Apollo created a steady wall of Greek fire to slow the charge. Justin holding a position in the bed of a Ford F-150, knocking an arrow down the bridge and hitting a hellhound in its forehead. Justin and Ciel continued in intervals while Clara headed forward line with more combat-oriented Apollo kids.

The few demigods and hellhounds that were past the line of fire engaged in a melee with the Apollo kids. Clara raised her sword as she countered a demigod who raised an axe. Siding stepping and slashing towards the enemy's stomach, Clara followed with an elbow strike into their left bicep. Duck, dodge, and parry are all Clara could do against a demigod twice her size before she slipped under their swing. Clara then kicked their knee in before following a hilt strike to the left temple.

Another demigod aimed their shield to bash at Clara, lucky an arrow flew by and struck the demigod in the shoulder. Glancing back, Clara saw Justin giving her a wink before he continued aiding with the volley of arrows. Afterward, Ciel pushed forward as one Apollo kid fell down due to a spear on their leg. Will Solace, another son of Apollo helped pull his sibling to the rear with Clara and another Apollo kid serving as a set of escorts.

The metallic scent of blood and flames carried throughout the zones of the defensive perimeter as more combatants fell. The clang of swords, axes, and shields collided with a thunderous boom as the fever of the Apollo cabin stood holding the line. This was war and they were aiming to win this battle, but the forces of Kronos began to push the forward line back into Manhattan. Apollo kids conducted a retrograde of their forward line while the left and right flanks covered the retreat. Yew ordered them by section to ensure there wasn’t chaos amongst them, and so his siblings could get out of the line as fast as possible. Though it was difficult for them to buy time for those who were injured, that was until Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase arrived to even the odds.

Percy, Annabeth, and Michael discussed the current circumstances while the Apollo kids continued to hold what they were able to. Ciel caught a glance as Percy charged into the fray, followed by a few of the Apollo kids and Clara. Percy fought back demigod after demigod, turning the tide of the battle in their favor with the aid of a few Apollo kids who were skilled in close quarters. The Minautor made a b-line for Percy, and the two enemies engaged in brief combat before Percy eliminated his first feat.

Clara was keeping up with Percy though by a lesser margin possibly due to their height and age difference by taking on her own share of demigods with a fury not seen in training. Ciel along with Justin pushed forward with a few of their comrades, Michael calling out their orders for their shots as they blanketed the battlefield with a hail of arrows.

“We have a chance.” Ciel thought as he kept lining his shots up for the most accurate hits. Though the son of Hecate saw a spear going for Justin, without thinking he tackled his friend but received a graze to his left shoulder.

“Shit! What hell- Ciel, oh gods!” Justin sat up as he looked at Ciel clutching the fresh would.

“I’m okay, it’s just a scratch!” Ciel said in a lightly pained and angry tone. “Gods, that hurt,” he stated as he covered his wound with gauze and medical tape before taking his position again to aid the line.

“You’re stupid!” Justin commented as he took his place firing arrows. “Like who takes an arrow on purpose?!”

“You can complain and tell me how stupid I am when we get outta here!” Ciel shouted with a hint of venom.

“You’re not allowed to leave me alone,” Justin said as he readied another arrow. “Got it?!”

“We’re best friends, so we aren’t allowed to.”

As the battle on the Williamsburg Bridge drew closer a domino effect took over the entire flow. Ciel couldn’t tell much as a storm conjured by Percy took hold of the bridge, on the order of Michael the rest of the Apollo team ran. The crack of the asphalt, wires, and creaks of metal trembled in the demigods' hearts as the bridge fell into the East River, some not making it off or being swept away by the currents. Ciel was bringing up the rear of his comrades, ensuring Justin and Clara made it off but the structure underneath their feet collapsed.

“AH!” Ciel grabbed a piece of rebar as he fell his feet dangling and his grip ever weakening. The violent waters once calmed were disturbed by the falling bridge, metal, and cars that flashed before dimming out to nothing as if Charybdis was making an appearance from the Sea of Monsters.

“Ciel!” Justin and Clara both divided down onto their belly to the remnants of the bridge, reaching out for him. The pair inching closer to him to grab their third member. “Hold on!”

“I’m trying!” Ciel trembled in terror trying to tighten his grip. The fear sank in his stomach as he stared up at his friends pleading for them to help him up.

They inched closer and closer until they were but a hand length away.

“Ciel, you’re gonna have to pull yourself up!” Clara barked as her hand reached for him.

“I… I…” Ciel shook as his grip felt as if it were loosening. He either pulled himself up or fell to his death.

Though the injury from saving Justin made his left arm wail in agony, sapping away at what energy remained shortened the ability of what could have been easy. Nevertheless, he couldn’t blame himself for trying to protect the closest person to him like a brother. Mustering what strength he had left and with a loud yell, he pulled himself up as Justin and Clara clamped their hands on his arms and quivered, pulling him to safety.

“I hate heights,” Ciel said as he crawled on his knees. “Thanks, guys.”

“Don’t be a crybaby,” Justin said with a light jab at Ciel's shoulder.

“Ow!” Ciel rubbed where he was hit in the shoulder. “Mean!”

Justin rolled his eyes as he took a step up, his prosthetic leg being slightly banged up but manageable once they got back to the Plaza Hotel, the headquarters of Camp Half-Blood forces. Clara sighed in relief before glancing at the disaster of what came of the bridge and Percy's rage.

“By the gods…” Clara muttered.

“We have to regroup!” Will Solace shouted to the three and the others lagging behind. With no room to stay in their stupor, the trio followed the rest of their forces back to the Plaza Hotel.

At the lobby of the Plaza Hotel…

The silence that rippled through the dead streets of the Big Apple lingered, only emphasized by the steps of the members of the Camp taking spots to rest. Ciel, Clara, and Justin had just barely gotten through the lobby before they saw the carnage of their casualties. Some kids they fought with during Capture the Flag, some they raced with by the lake, and others barely held to life as medics tended to their wounds.

Ciel didn’t know if it was eyes playing tricks on him. Whether the battle on the bridge, fear of falling to his death, or the heavy exhaustion he felt he could have sworn he saw lights on each of his comrades. Whether they were bright in sold shades of different colors felt odd, unnerving would be more precise as he watched one of the mortally wounded camper's lights seem to flash dimmer and dimmer until there wasn’t a light.

“Hey, you alright man?” Justin asked as he pulled Ciel from his daze. “You, um, got a tear running down your…”

“Oh,” Ciel said in a monotone voice before wiping it away. “It’s… it’s nothing, J. Promise.”

“If you’re sure. Well, we get a chance to rest for a while. We will probably be called to take up guard in a few hours.”

“Alright,” Ciel responded.

That night was the worst sleep Ciel ever had up to date. What he hoped was a dreamless, dark, and silent mind where his thoughts could just stop. On the contrary, his thoughts were rampant as his dreams were filled with the campers who fell today in the defense of Olympus.

A boy from the Hephaestus cabin's stomach was slashed open by what can be assumed to be claw marks. A daughter of Aphrodite clearly speared through her chest as her wound sucked air, but her face is what cemented the terror in Ciel. Her eyes and the eyes of his fallen comrades pleading to be saved as if he could have saved them. How could he have though?

Maybe if he knew magic or was better at first aid he could have helped Will and the other medics. Right? Sadly, he wasn’t skilled at magic if at all. Whether it was Hecate doing or not wasn’t for him to say but one thing was clear: more lives will be lost before the end of the night.

His dreams pulled him to what seemed like the Titan army base camp. A boy in black armor and what appeared to be Greco runes carved into his armor. He stood around six-foot-two, his eyes glimmered a deep green like that of Greek fire. He stood with a woman in a royal purple gown and silver armor. The woman’s features shifted to those of the one Ciel met the day his dad told him of his origins. The way she carried herself was dignified and regal but there was something else about the air around her, it was something akin to a gentle breeze in a quiet evening. A presence Ciel often felt walking the streets of St. Augustine during its nights where the spirits would often walk amongst the living but not able to be seen except by him and those privileged to see into the Mist.

“Mother, it seems that the forces of Camp Half-Blood were able to turn us away.” The boy said as he pointed to the sections of the invasion attempt on a map.

“Prometheus is making his way to the Half-Bloods, if they give up after his talk then we will secure victory-“

“Do not get cocky, Alabaster.” The woman said in a firm, almost parental tone as she spoke. “We have not won this war. Your siblings who you lost in the invasion…”

“I’ll avenge them. I’ll avenge every single one and we will win. My blood is your blood, mother.” Alabaster retorted as he shuffled a set of cards in his hand before gazing at his mother.

“Hm. We still have some time before Prometheus reaches Jackson’s forces. His love for mortals will be his undoing if he steps out of line with Kronos.” The woman claimed as she scanned the map before looking up.

“You’re watching me, aren’t you?” She smirked before reaching for a handout. “There is still time to bend the knee. Join me, son.”

“Mother?” Alabaster questioned as he looked around before realizing his mother wasn’t focused on him.

“Seems one of your siblings can’t help being nosy. You have one chance, join us and you. Your father. Will be safe. I can swear this.” The woman's face though it was stern began to soften, almost pleading, as she tried to convince Ciel through his dreamscape to fall in line.

“If you don’t I’ll drag you here,” Alabaster stated as he marched towards Ciel's direction with a hand reaching out.

Ciel shook as he felt their combined gazes weren’t that of comfort did not make him want to join, especially with Alabaster threats towards him. He looked around to find an exit but was jolted awake and away from the Titan camp. His body shook violently as wind chime during hurricane season, drenched by his sweat as if he rose from the fresh surf.

“Ciel?” Justin questioned worriedly. “We got our shift. Are you alright?”

“I saw my mother. Hecate…”

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