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pjohoo-reclists · 9 months

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Masterlist of Recs

Here are all the rec lists I made, listed in alphabetical order. Enjoy!

Buzzfeed: Requested. Mortals discover demigods via buzzfeed, and go nuts over the conspiracies.

30k+ Completed Percy Centric: Requested. Good, long, finished stories that focus on Percy. Any variation, other than him killing everyone. No Percy/Nico, Percy/Jason or Percy/Rachel.

Criminal AU: Requested. Crossover fics where Percy and/or Annabeth interact with mortal criminals and police, either by being the suspect or being part of the police or FBI.

Crossovers

Percy Jackson goes to Hogwarts: Requested. Coming soon.

Harry Potter Crossover: A list of fics that have wizards and demigods crossing paths. Coming soon.

Marvel Crossover: A list of fics where Percy (and friends) cross paths with the avengers and other characters in the MCU. Coming soon.

Dark Percy Jackson: Requested. Completed fics with dark and powerful Percy, most of which he controls poison or/and blood.

Deity Percy Jackson: Fics where Percy either is made a god, or ascends under his own power and becomes a god. Coming soon.

Earthshaker Powers: Requested. Fics where Percy has the ability to create earthquakes. Coming soon.

Good Luke Castellan: Requested. Fics where Luke is good to Percy and other demigods, where he redeems himself (time travel fix it) or where he double crosses the titan lord.

Outsider POV: Requested. Mortals get glimpses of the greek world and/or demigods.

"Poison Bending is Okay.": Fics where people comfort and tell Percy that it's okay for him to have and use his power of poison.

Powerful Percy Jackson: Fics where Percy is abnormally powerful, but not dark or evil.

Relationships: Familial or Platonic

Amphitrite & Percy Jackson: Percy & Amphitrite's familial relationship as step-mother and step-son.

Clarisse La Rue & Percy Jackson: Percy and Clarisse's platonic friendship. [Part One]

Grover Underwood & Percy Jackson: Percy and Grover's platonic friendship. [Part One] [Part Two]

Hermes & Percy Jackson: Percy and Hermes's platonic friendship. Coming soon.

Nico di Angelo & Percy Jackson: Nico and Percy's relationship as friends, cousins and/or brothers. Coming soon.

Paul Blofis & Percy Jackson: Percy and Paul's father-son relationship.

Poseidon & Percy Jackson: Percy and Poseidon's father-son relationship. Different tropes: [baby/young Percy] [Hurt/Comfort] [Fluff] [possessive/scary/godly Poseidon] - Coming Soon.

Sally Jackson & Percy Jackson: Fics that have Percy and Sally's mother-son relationship as the focus.

Triton & Percy Jackson: Percy and Triton's relationship (and rivalry) as brothers. Coming soon.

Tyson & Percy Jackson: Percy and Tyson's relationship as friends and brothers. Coming soon.

Relationships: Romantic

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson: Long fics (30k+) with Percy and Annabeth's romantic relationship set in alternate universes. Mostly wholesome/comfort stories.

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson: Percy and Annabeth's romantic relationship. Angst edition that shows conflict due to their respective traumas and personality clashes. Coming soon.

Apollo/Percy Jackson: Apollo and Percy's romantic relationship. Coming soon.

Artemis/Percy Jackson: Artemis and Percy's romantic relationship. Requested.

Jason Grace/Percy Jackson: Jason and Percy's romantic relationship. Coming soon.

Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson: Percy and Nico's romantic relationship. Coming soon.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Percy Jackson: Percy and Rachel's romantic relationship.

Reyna/Percy Jackson: Requested. Long fics with Percy and Reyna's romantic relationship.

Sally Jackson/Paul Blofis: Fics where Sally and Paul's romantic relationship is centric to the story.

Thalia Grace/Percy Jackson: Requested. Percy and Thalia's romantic relationship.

Roman Percy: Requested. Fics where Percy is roman or part of Camp Jupiter's army.

Tartarus: Fics where Percy travels through Tartarus alone, with Annabeth or Nico or Jason and pushes his powers to the max to survive.

#percy jackson #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #rec list #rick riodan #rrverse #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #ao3 #masterlist #pjo fic recs #percy fic recs #pjo fanfiction #fanfic reccomendation

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nicosavior456 · 4 months

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 19: Past Friendships

Chika PoV

I finally asked Reyna to hang out with me and she said yes. Reyna grabbed some napkins from the counter and tried to wipe off the hay stains.

“I probably should have just worn pants to do the farm work, no matter I have a lot of clothes and the day is over. Anyway, I was wondering if you have any competition or game today?” Reyna asked with her dark eyes showing concern, worried that I might forget something.

"Well, I have a game against Ridgefield High, Oakwood's rival school. My old friend Isabelle Belmont is their cheer captain." Reyna looks surprised and she looks down on her hands while her hair moves to the right side of her face.

“What do you mean old friend? Did she backstab you or bully you now?” Reyna says with a stern look and looks prepared to slice off Isabelle’s head.

"No, it's not like that, it's just she becomes distant. Every time I try to talk to her, her face is all red, and just runs from me. Honestly, I worried if I hurt her somehow, she's always been a sensitive girl. Like she does put on an icy mask to protect herself from other bullies and mean girls, but she is the type to let their words get to her and she just cries to herself or privately just rages, but after she says an equally poisonous remark to the jerks or just beats them up. Her mother is very overprotective of her and moves her to a different school, and Isabelle doesn’t want to rebel against her mother. Isabelle just has a hard time opening up to others and keeping things to herself. I just hope she doesn't hate my guts; I want to make things right with her before I become a full-time demigod.” I catch my breath and Reyna looks on to me with a stoic face with no movement of mouth or eyes that express an emotion. It’s funny because Isabelle is also known to be stoic as well, I guess my weakness is stoic queens.

“Then you should talk to her, have some closure with what you want your relationship with her to be. I wish I could go back in time and try to find closure in my relationship with Jason." Reyna lays her back on the couch seat as her posture becomes more relaxed.

“Who is Jason if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Jason was my fellow Praetor and a son of Jupiter. He was a remarkable warrior, and he led our camp to victory against the titan Krios, and we destroyed the titan king's throne. But it wasn't his power that I admired, it was his gentle soul. Jason always hated war and never liked the idea of killing. Sure, he was the strongest, but he never wanted that burden. He feels pressured to be the perfect son of Jupiter, he wants to help every demigod possible. Every demigod that he had to fight, he tried to talk them out, but they never listened to his word. So, he has no choice but to kill them to protect New Rome. I wasn’t so gentle compared to him; I killed numerous faces without any hesitation or remorse for they threatened my home. After every battle in the Titan War, he always goes to Jupiter Shrine, questioning his father if the lives of every demigod he kills bring peace. I did grow to have a crush on him, but he only sees me as a friend. I should have told him how I feel, but then Juno switched him to Camp Half-Blood and then he has to fight the Earth Mother along with the seven." Reyna tries to remain composed but her eyes show a different story. It's like her eyes hide a deep sadness and remorse for all she did at the war. Killing other demigods must be so brutal and never having closure with someone you admire is just double horrible. How can the gods make Reyna suffer so much? It’s just not right.

"It is messed up that the gods made you and other Roman kids kill in their name. You guys deserve a mansion or at least free college for all that you, Jason, and others sacrifice. If it makes you feel any better, I do think that Jason misses your company too. You know what? Maybe at the end of the year, let’s be friends with our resident perfectionist softies again.”

Reyna just laughs in amusement with tears coming out of her eyes, "Now that could be interesting, I'm willing to take the wager. You made up with Isabelle and I will make up with Jason. What do we get to lose."

“Oh, shoot I got to get ready for the game. Wanna come with me?” I asked.

“I don’t want to get in the way of rebuilding your relationship with Isabelle, but I will stay awake if you need my assistance in case there is a monster attack, so please Iris message me or contact me in any way if you have to deal with this scenario. I believe it’s only a 30-minute walk from the house.”

“Ok thanks, I will need to get ready quickly.” I quickly stormed into my room, and I changed into my cheer uniform for the game with the white and green shell with the name Oakwood High printed on it and the white pleated skirt with green highlights. I found my celestial bronze scythe and I made sure it would be in pencil form. I found a stuffed animal that is a peacock and when you open its arm, the feather wing is full of rainbow colors. I grabbed it because Isabelle told me that she loved peacocks when we were kids, hopefully, she liked it.

“You got everything Chika. I will pick you up once your game is over." Reyna gives me my backpack which is full of floral designs.

"Thanks, Reyna and yeah I would let you know." I ran out the door quickly and I put my scythe and the peacock stuffed animal in my bag.

After 30 minutes of running, I felt sweat coming out of my forehead and I got in the locker room. The good news was that I was on time, and hey at least I got a workout from running. But I’m not the only one in the locker room, Isabelle Belmont is sitting on the locker room bench with her black and purple cheer uniform on and her long dark hair tied up in a high ponytail with a purple bow. Isabelle has this adorable big brown eye like a cow, and she is around 5’10. That cheer uniform shows off her long legs and even her huge bust. Isabelle Belmont is one the most gorgeous women I met; she could have been easily mistaken for a goddess.

“Hey Isabelle, long time no see. I was wondering if we can catch up after the games.” Isabelle looked shocked to see me. Her face has become red again, oh no. Is she going to run away from this time?

"Maybe but only if your football can beat mine. In the meantime, catch your letter." Isabelle waves her hand off me and just walks away from me. How can she be so cold about seeing me, I need to talk to her. I rather she say some mean taunts to me, but she just pretends that I don’t exist. I ran up to her and I caught her arm.

“Wait before you go, I want to know why you have been cold to me and ignoring me. Did I do something to you?” I asked with my voice dropping and tears coming out of my eyes.

“You didn’t do anything to me, just please stop being so dramatic." Isabelle pulls my hand off her arm and just continues walking away from me.

"Are you such a coward that you won't confront me about how you feel? You have been avoiding me throughout high school and I need to know why. Did our childhood memories when we were kids and when we were struggling through middle school? We could have still been friends even if we had gone to high school. I would have preferred that you tell me I'm a horrible friend or your snarky remarks instead of just flat-out abandoning me. I just want to make things between us." I wipe tears in front of my eyes as she continues to walk away. She's not going to say anything, anything at all. I don't understand how she becomes guarded with me at this moment, I miss her smiles, her laughs, how she always protects me from jerks, and how she always hugs and listens as I rant about animals and plants for an hour. I remember Isabelle saying that she wanted to marry me someday when we were 8 years old. Maybe somebody hurt her or her emotions are too much to handle she took on the ice queen persona to cope with all of this. Isabelle stopped walking and turned to face me with tears coming out of her eyes and snouts coming out of her nose. She looks so undignified and tears stricken, It's like she has almost fallen to pieces.

"Do you want to know why I become distanced from you? It's because you never needed me in your life. You have everything going nicely for you, you have friends that you can count on, a second parent who is alive, and you are just so pure and nice. Me, I'm just a lonely mess who nobody wants in their life, my mother spent more time trying to prevent her asshole husband is satisfied and unaware of my existence, people in my cheer squad never invite me to parties and even talk behind my back. I never hated you Chika at all, I’m protecting you from myself.”

"What do you mean protecting me from yourself, no offense but that doesn't make sense. I still want you in life, you inspire me to become stronger so that I can walk with you equally. When you punched some mean girls in the face while I was just some quiet kid, and even offered cupcakes. That was the best day of my life, knowing that I just met an incredible person. I remember when we named all of the farm animals in my father's barn when we were just kids, I want to go to the old days and I know that you feel the same. You are just afraid to say it, you always think so lowly of yourself to the point that you robbed yourself of having meaningful relationships. I just want closure for both our sakes because I truly did miss you, Isabelle. But you know what, I hope my team defeats your team so that we can talk about our feelings. I have something I need to tell you as well; I have some secrets of my own and I only trust you to bear them. If there is a chance that our friendship to continue, then we need to share our secrets."

"Fine, I guess, I hope your football team is good. I'm sorry I made you feel bad, I do miss you as well, you have such a beautiful voice. Too bad you must waste it on pervy jocks." I flat-out laugh at what she says, wait does she think I'm straight? Man I miss when she roasts other people

“At least you don’t hate my guts and fyi I find cheerleaders hotter than the jocks.” I shot a playful wink and Isabelle just blushed and ran away faster.

"On second thought, I hope my team crushes your team. You insufferable tease." Her voice echoes, ok I know that she doesn't mean that.

I walked into the stadium and all the other cheerleaders were waiting for me. Coach Sandra was sitting on the beach in her green and white tracksuit. She's an athletic blond, white woman in her early thirties, she's pretty attractive for her age.

"Ok, girls do your very best and I want you to have fun most of all because in the coming weeks, there will be nationals for cheer and we will take first place because I am blessed to have the most capable girls in this squad." Coach Sandra yells while we all cheer for approval.

Admittedly I didn't pay much into the game and only on the scorecards. I was busy getting lifted into the air by a squad mate and I did a toe jump in midair. I just danced with the music and shook my pompoms with my squad and I saw Isabelle lifting a small girl in the air and caught her as a base.

"Oakwood High!!! We Will Win!!! Oakwood High!! We Will Win" I cheered and I saw Isabelle do an amazing cartwheel and end with a split.

"Ridgefield High!!!KICK OAKWOOD BUTT!!Ridgefield high!! STOMP ON OAKWOOD DEFEATED BODIES" Isabelle shouted with fire in her eyes. Everybody looked terrified with Isabelle's cheer, while adults chuckled and shouted Aww in the crowd.

After an hour gone though ad the runner back with white and green colors signifies my high school caught the ball while the quarterback got tackled and scored the last touchdown. We all cheered with happiness while Isabelle blushed madly. My cheer team went back to the lockers and I followed them. Aisha hugged me in the front and everyone looked pleased.

“Wanna join us for the celebration Chika?” Aisha asks while I shake my head in a no direction.

"I made a promise to a friend that I would spend time with her." All the other girls changed and left while I waited for Isabelle. Isabelle came to the locker room still in her cheer uniform and sat next to me on the bench.

"So what is it you want to tell me Chika." Isabelle stares at me and I just lay on the bench, but Isabelle moves my head in her lap like she refuses to let the bench have my head. I'm not complaining, Isabelle's thighs are much better than the cold, hard bench.

“This will be hard to explain but do you know about the Greek Myths, well I’ve been living them for a while.” Isabelle cast a knowing look and nodded in sympathy.

“I’ve been leaving them as well Chika, that is the reason why I put distance between us. I’m a demigod as well but I swear on the river Styx to not reveal my parentage. All I can say is that I'm not supposed to exist." Isabelle hugged me close to her chest and it felt nice again, to be embraced by her.

"Do you forgive me Chika?" She kissed my forehead and cheek and hugged me close.

"Of course I forgive you, Isabelle, you are so dear to me and I'm just glad that we could move forward. Btw I got a gift for you." I open my bag and I hand her the peacock stuffed animal.

"I hope that you like it, I wanted to give this to you." Isabelle hold the stuffed animal to her chest and she softly stroke my hair.

“I love it, I will cherish this forever.” Isabelle hugged me and the stuffed animal together.

“By the way, you haven’t told me your godly parent yet. Who is it?” Isabelle says in a curious expression.

“I could tell you, but you will have beat me in a sparing match," I said with a mischievous smirk and Isabelle did the same smirk I did. We both got off the bench, and we were in fighting positions. I did the karate stance while Isabelle just put her hands in a boxing position.

"You know hopefully these cheers uniform allow for more movement because I will whoop your butt, lovingly of course." We both did a high kick toward each other at the same time, our legs connected, and the rest is history. Hopefully Reyna is not worried about me.

#pjo #pjo ocs #reyna avila ramirez arellano #reyna x oc #pjo fanfic #demeter #hera

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melancholic-pigeon · 3 years

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Wip Wednesday #I give up of keeping track

In which Leo pops up and discussions are had. Chapter 9 of Here In Our Bed (rated E).

Content warnings for mentions of abuse and domestic violence.

"This sucks." Leo meets Percy's eyes over the back of the couch, keyed up and twitchy. "I know, Captain Obvious, but I need to say it out loud. The whole stupid thing is absurd. He kept his nose clean to the point of sterility and he's still the one getting fucking stalked by his parents."

Percy fully empathizes with the face he's making. There are three people who can give either of them a run for their money in that regard: Thalia (for obvious reasons), Percy's mom (who still sort of wishes she could go back to the nineties and whisk both Grace siblings away), and Piper (who knows what it's like to live in the shadow of your father's celebrity, and who's always going to be a little extra protective of her first love).

It's hard to tell whether Jason was such a well-behaved teenager because of how controlling his guardians were, or if being so good made them feel justified in taking the credit. It's probably a little of both.

"Sometimes you have to choose between stating the blatantly obvious or throwing your mug at the wall," Percy grumbles. "And Sparky worked hard on the one you're holding, so I'd rather you didn't break it."

The expression on Leo's face shifts back to something a little less pissed; maybe even amused.

"They remind me of you and your mom." Definitely amused. He raises the mug in question at Percy before taking a sip. "Mm. Same level of cheese. In a good way."

He's not wrong. The mug is one of a matching pair— Thalia and Percy's mother reacted almost identically to the gifts, both of them going slightly teary and very hug-happy and immediately making something warm to put in it, all the while effusively singing the maker's praises. World's best mom, indeed.

"I'm glad you know better than to mock my mother."

Percy blows on his own latte, which he'd briefly forgotten was there. Blueberry and vanilla, one of his own experiments that he hadn't actually expected to work. Leo scoffs indignantly.

"Are you kidding? That would be like mocking a baby seal! You'd have to be pure, unfettered evil!"

He seems to realize who he's talking about a second after he says it. The three of them sit in a silent fury for a long beat.

"She loved the book you made her," Percy says to break the silence. Leo cracks another smile, his shoulders slouching a little.

"If she ever wants me to walk her through something, I accept payment in the form of cookies."

"You know all you have to do is ask and she'll drown you in them."

"What do I have to do to get you to drown me in fancy macchiatos?" Leo picks up his mug again, dark eyes sparkling. "Because you have a gift, dude. Nectar of the gods."

It's an obvious diversion, but the praise still floods Percy's brain with dopamine. The way Jason looks at him doubles it.

"That's why I'm employee of the month," he says breezily. "Fun, inexplicably popular specials. And since I'm feeling flattered and grateful for the help you're giving my boyfriend, I'll let you in on a secret: I have a certain number of drinks per shift I'm allowed to comp. I'll hook you up if you come in when I'm working."

"This one, my friend, is a keeper." Leo takes another swig of coffee, grinning at Jason as he goes all mushy and soft.

"Oh, trust me, I know."

Current wordcount: ~4600!

#wip wednesday #stellarverse #jercy #leo valdez #i wrote this

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 9

(Y/n)'s POV

It doesn't take me long to pack. I decide to leave the Minotaur horn in the cabin, which leaves me only an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush to stuff in a backpack Grover had found for me.

The camp store loans me one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas. The coins are as big as Girl Scout cookies and have images of various Greek Gods stamped on one side and the Empire State Building on the other. The ancient mortal drachmas had been silver, Chiron had told us, but Olympins never used less than pure gold. Chiron said the coins might come in for non-mortal transactions - whatever that might mean. He gives Annabeth, Percy, and me canteens of nectar and Ziploc bags full of ambrosia squares, to be used only in emergencies, if we were seriously hurt. It is god food, Chiron reminds us. It would cure us of almost any injury, but it is lethal to mortals. Too much of it would make a half-blood very, very feverish. An overdose would burn us up, literally, Fun.

Annabeth is bringing her magic Yankees cap, which she tells me had been a twelfth-birthday present from her mom. She is also bringing a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read when she gets bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve. I'm sure the knife is going to get us busted the first time we go through a metal detector.

Grover is wearing his fake feet and his pants to pass as a human. He wears a green rasta-style cap, because when it rains his curly hair flattened and you can just see the tips of his horns. Grover's bright orange backpack is full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket is a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knows two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto Number 12 and Hilary Duff's 'So Yesterday,' both of which sound pretty bad on reed pipes.

We wave good-bye to the other campers, take one last look at eh strawberry fields, the ocean, and the Big House, then hike up the Half-Blood Hill to the tall pine tree that used to be Thalia, the Daughter of Zeus.

Chiron is waiting for us in his wheelchair. Next to him stands the surfer dude I'd seen when I was recovering in the sick room. According to Grover, the guy is the camp's head of security. He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he's wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so I can only see the extra eyes on his hands, face, and neck.

"This is Argus," Chiron tells me. "He'll drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things."

I hear footsteps behind us.

Luke comes running up the hill, carrying a pair of basketball shoes. "Hey!" he pants. "Glad I caught you."

Annabeth blushes, the way she always does when Luke is around.

"Just wanted to say good luck," Luke tells us. "And I thought . . . um, maybe you could use these."

He hands Percy a pair of sneakers, which look pretty normal.

Then, Luke says, "Maia!"

White bird's wings sprouted out of the heels. The shoes flap around on the ground until the wings fold up and disappear.

"Awesome!" Grover exclaims.

Luke smiles. "Those served me well when I was on my quest. Gift from Dad. Of course, I don't use them much these days...." His expression turns sad.

Annabeth stomps down the other side of the hill, after arguing with Percy, where a white SUV waits on the shoulder of the road. Argus follows, jingling his car kees.

Percy picks up the flying shoes and then looks up at Chiron. "I won't be able to use these, will I?"

Chiron shakes his head. "Luke meant well, Percy. But taking to the air...that would not be wise for you."

I nod, getting an idea, "Hey, Grover. You want a magic item?"

His eyes light up. "Me?"

Pretty soon, we'd laced the sneakers over his fake feet, and the world's first flying goat boy is ready for launch.

"Maia!" Grover shouts. He gets off the ground, okay, but then falls over sideways so his backpack drags through the grass. The winged shoes keep bucking up and down like tiny broncos.

"Practice," Chiron calls after him. "You just need practice."

"Aaaaa!" Grover goes flying sideways down the hill like a possessed lawnmower, heading towards the can.

But before I can follow, Chiron catches my arm. "I should have trained you two better, Percy, (Y/n)," he says. "If only I had more time. Hercules, Jason - they all got more training."

"That's okay. I just -" I stop myself.

"What am I thinking?" Chiron cries. "I can't let the two of you get away without these." He pulls two pens out of his coat pocket and hands one to me and one to Percy.

Looking down at it, I see a teal-colored gel pen. Maybe cost thirty cents.

"Gee," Percy says. "Thanks."

"Percy, those are gifts from your father. I've been keeping them for years, not knowing you two were the ones I was waiting for. But the prophecy is clear to me now. You two are the ones."

Instinctively I take off the cap, and the pen grows longer and heavier in my hand. In half a second, I am holding a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a teal and silver leather-wrapped grip. This is the first weapon that feels balanced in my hand.

"That sword has a long and tragic history that we need not go into," Chiron tells Percy. "Its name is Anaklusmos."

"Riptide," Percy translates.

"I have never seen anyone use that sword that I'm aware of," Chiron says, turning to me. "Yours is named Τυφώνας."

"Hurricane," I translate, surprised that the Ancient Greek came so easily to me.

"Use them only for emergencies," Chiron says, "and only against monsters. No hero should harm mortals unless absolutely necessary, of course, but neither sword would hurt them in any case."

I look down at the wickedly sharp blade. "What do you mean it wouldn't harm mortals? How could it not?"

"Those swords are celestial bronze. Forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, cooled in the River Lethe. It's deadly to monsters, to any creature from the Underworld, provided they don't kill you first. But the blades will pass through morals like an illusion. They simply are not important for the blade to kill. And I should warn you two: as demigods, you can be killed by either celestial or normal weapons. You are twice as vulnerable."

"Good to know," Percy says.

"Now recap the pens," Chiron says.

Percy and I touch the pen cap to the sword tips and instantly Riptide and Hurricane shrink to ballpoint pens again. I tuck it in my pocket, a little nervous because it's pretty easy to lose a pen.

"You can't," Chiron says.

"Can't what?" I ask, slightly confused.

"Lose the pens," he says. "They're enchanted. They'll always reappear in your pockets. Try it."

Warily, I throw the pen as far as I can down the hill and watch it disappear in the grass.

"It may take a few moments," Chiron tells us. "Now check your pocket."

Sure enough, the pen is there.

"Okay, that is extremely cool," I admit.

"But what if a mortal sees one of us pulling out a sword?" Percy asks.

Chiron smiles. "Mist is a powerful thing, Percy."

"Mist?" I ask.

"Yes. Read The Iliad. It's full of references to the stuff. Whatever divine or monstrous elements mix with the mortal world, they generate Mist, which obscures the vision of humans. You will see things just as they are, being a half-blood, but humans will interpret things quite differently. Remarkable, really, the lengths to which humans will go fit things into their version of reality.

I put Hurricane back into my pocket.

For the first time, the quest feels real. I'm leaving Half-Blood Hill. I'm heading west with no adult supervision, no backup plan, not even a cell phone - Chiron said cell phones were traceable by monsters; if we used one, it would be no worse than sending up a flare. I have no weapon stronger than a sword to fight off monsters and reach the Land of the Dead.

"Chiron . . ." Percy says. "When you say the gods are immortal . . . I mean, there was a time before them, right?"

"Four ages before them, actually. The Time of the Titans was the Fourth Age, sometimes called the Golden Age, which is definitely a misnomer. This, the time of Western civilization and the rule of Zeus, is the Fifth Age."

"So what was it like...before the gods?"

Chiron purses his lips. "Even I am not old enough to remember that, child, but I know it was a time of darkness and savagery for mortals. Kronos, the lord of the Titans, called his reign the Golden Age because men lived innocent and free of all knowledge. But that was mere propaganda. The Titan king cared nothing for your kind except as appetizers or a source of cheap entertainment. It was only in the early reign of Lord Zeus, when Prometheus the good Titan brought fire to mankind, that your species began to progress, and even then Prometheus was branded a radical thinker. Zeus punished him severely, as you may recall. Of course, eventually, the gods warmed to humans, and Western civilization was born."

"But the gods can't die now, right? I mean, as long as Western civilization is alive, they're alive. So...even if I failed, nothing could happen so bad it would mess up everything, right?" I ask, feeling rather uncertain.

Chiron gives me a melancholy smile. "No one knows how long the Age of the West will last, (Y/n). The gods are immortal, yes. But then, so were the Titans. They still exist, locked away in their various prisons, forced to endure endless pain and punishment, reduced in power, but still very much alive. May the Fates forbid that the gods should ever suffer such a doom, or that we should ever return to the darkness and chaos of the past. All we can do, child, is follow our destiny."

"Our destiny...assuming we know what that is," I say grimly.

"Relax," Chiron tells me. "Keep a clear head. And remember, the two of you may be about to prevent the biggest war in human history."

"Relax," I say. "I'm very relaxed."

When Percy and I get to the bottom of the hill, I look back. Under the pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus, Chiron is now standing in full horse-man form, holding his bow high in salute. Just your typical summer-camp send-off by your typical centaur."

Argus drives us out of the countryside and into western Long Island, It feels weird to be on a highway again, Annabeth and Grover sitting next to me, Percy on the other side of Grover, as if we were normal carpoolers. After two weeks at Half-Blood Hill, the real world seems like a fantasy. I find myself staring at every McDonald's, every kid in the back of his parent's car, every billboard and shopping mall.

"So far so good," Percy tells Annabeth. "Ten miles and not a single monster."

She gives Percy an irritated loo. "It's bad luck to talk that way."

"Remind me again - why do you hate us so much?" Percy asks.

"I don't hate you two."

"Could've fooled me."

Annabeth folds her cap of invisibility. "Look...we're just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals."

"Why?" Percy asks.

Annabeth sighs. "How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena's temple, which is hugely disrespectful. Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron god for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her."

"They must really like olives," Percy comments, and I stifle a snort of laughter.

"Oh, forget it," Annabeth grumbles.

"Now, if she invented pizza - that I could understand," I add, in a slightly teasing tone.

"I said, forget it!" Annabeth says, hitting me lightly on the arm.

In the front seat, Argus smiles. He doesn't say anything, but one blue eye on the back of his neck winks at me.

Traffic slows down in Queens. By the time we get into Manhattan, it is sunset and starting to rain.

Argus drops us at the greyhound Station on the Upper East Side, not far from my mom and Gabe's apartment. Taped to a mailbox is a soggy flyer with mine and Percy's picture on it: Have you seen these children?

Percy rips it down before Annabeth and Grover can notice.

Argus unloads our bags, makes sure we get our bus tickets, then drives away, the eye on the back of his hand opening to watch us as he pulls out of the parking lot.

I think about how close I am to the apartment. On a normal day, Mom would be home from the candy store by now. Smelly Gabe is probably up there right now, playing poker, not even missing her.

Grover shoulders his backpack. He gazes down the street in the direction I am looking. "You want to know why she married him, (Y/n)?"

I stare at him. "Were you reading my mind?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Just your emotions," Grover shrugs. "You were thinking about your mom and your stepdad, right?"

I nod.

"Your mom married Gabe for you and Percy," Grover tells me. "You call him 'Smelly,' but you've got no idea. This guy has this aura . . . Yuck. I can smell him from here. I can smell traces of him o you, and you haven't been near him in a week."

"Thanks," Percy grimaces from Grover's other side. "Where's the nearest shower?"

"You should be grateful, Percy. Your stepfather smells so repulsively human he could mask the presence of any demigod. As soon as I took a whiff inside his Camaro, I knew: Gabe has been covering your scent for years. If you hadn't lived with him every summer, you probably would've been found by monsters a long time ago. Your mom stayed with him to protect you. She was a smart lady. She must've loved you a lot to put up with that guy—if that makes you feel any better."

I soften, looking down a the ground. I'll see her again, I think. She isn't gone.

You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, the Oracle whispers in my mind. You will fail to save what matters most in the end.

The rain keeps coming down.

We get restless waiting for the bus and decide to play some Hacky Sack with one of Groer's apples. Annabeth was unbelievable at it. She could bounce the apple off her knee, her elbow, her shoulder, whatever. Percy wasn't too bad either, but I found that I wasn't that great at it.

The game ends when I toss the apple towards Grover and it gets too close to his mouth. In one mega goat bite, our Hacky Sack disappears - core, stem, and all.

Grover blushes. He tries to apologize, but Annabeth, Percy, and I are too busy cracking up.

Finally, the bus comes.

I am relieved when we finally get on board and find seats together in the back of the bus, Me and Annabeth in one row, and Percy and Grover across from us. The four of us stow our backpacks.

I glance over at Annabeth beside me, who keeps slapping her Yankees cap nervously against her thigh.

As the last passengers get on, Annabeth claps her hand onto my knee. "Look!"

An old lady had just boarded the bus. She is wearing a crumpled velvet dress, lace gloves, and a shapeless orange-knit hat that shadows her face and she is carrying a big paisley purse. When she tilts her head up, her black eyes glitter.

I see Percy slump down in his seat.

Behind her comes two more old ladies: one in a green hat, one in a purple hat. Otherwise, they look exactly like Mrs. Dodds - same gnarled hands, paisley handbags, wrinkled velvet dress. Triple demon grandmothers.

They sit in the front row, right behind the driver. The two on the aisle cross their legs over the walkway, making an X. It is casual enough, but it sends a clear message: Nobody leaves.

The bus pulls out of the station, and we head through the slick streets of Manhattan.

"She didn't stay dead long," Percy says, his voice quavering a little. "I thought you said they could be dispelled for a lifetime."

"I said if you're lucky," Annabeth murmurs. "You're obviously not."

"All three of them," Grover whimpers. "Di immortales!"

"It's okay," Annabeth says, obviously thinking hard. "The Furies. The worst monsters from the Underworld. No problem. No problem. We'll just slip out the windows."

"They don't open," Grover moans.

"A back exit?" she suggests.

There isn't one. Even if there had been, it wouldn't have helped. By that time, we are on Ninth Avenue heading for the Lincoln Tunnel.

"They won't attack us with witnesses around," I say. "Will they?"

"Mortals don't have good eyes," Annabeth reminds me. "Their brains can only process what they see through the Mist."

"They'll see three old ladies killing us, won't they?" Percy asks.

She thinks about it. "Hard to say. But we can't count on mortals for help. Maybe an emergency exit in the roof . . . ?"

We hit the Lincoln Tunnel, and the bus goes dark except for the running lights down teh aisle. It is eerily quiet without the sound of the rain.

"I need to use the rest-room."

"So do I."

All three demons start coming down the aisle.

"I've got it," Annabeth says. "Percy, take my hat."

"What?" he says with disbelief.

"You're the one they want. You killed one of them. Turn invisible and go up the aisle. Let them pass you. Maybe you can get to the front and get away."

"But you guys -"

"There's an outside chance they might not notice us," Annabeth says as she glances over at me. "You're a son of the Big Three. Your smell might be overpowering."

"I can't just leave you," Percy says, looking desperately at me.

"Go," I say, frowning and Annabeth hands him the cap.

The old ladies are not old ladies anymore. Their faces are still the same - I guessed they couldn't get any uglier - but their bodies had shriveled into leathery brown hag bodies with bat's wings and hands and feet like gargoyle claws; their handbags had turned into fiery whips.

The Furies surround me, Grover, and Annabeth, lashing their whips, hissing: "Where is it? Where?"

The other people on the bus are screaming, cowering in their seats. They see something, all right.

"He's not here!" Annabeth yells. "He's gone!"

The Furies raise their whips.

Annabeth draws her bronze knife. Grover grabs a tin can from his snack bag and prepares to throw it.

Word Count: 3222 words

#percy jackson x sister reader #percy jackson reader insert #female reader #reader insert #fem reader

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thatringboy · 3 years

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i for one will gladly read the percabeth angst you wrote on accident

thank you! this takes place between tlo and tlh

Dreams and Nightmares

Warnings: Desperate Annabeth

Characters: Annabeth Chase, Clovis, Jason Grace (unnamed)

Ships: Percabeth

Word Count: 852

Summary: Percy has vanished, leaving Annabeth with nothing but a dream she can't shake. She goes to the son of Hypnos for answers

His sweatshirt still smelled like saltwater from when he had chased Travis into the sea during the Counselor trip to the beach. That day was the first time in forever that they all got to act like kids and not soldiers. In her memories, the sun was shining, but not too hot, the sand was cool, Katie and Drew braided everyone’s hair and all of the boys got sunburnt.

Iris messages don’t work, Chiron is away again, Olympus has closed its gates.

Annabeth slipped her Yankee’s cap on her head, pulled her ponytail through the hole in the back and pulled the hood of the navy blue sweatshirt over the hat. Being invisible would not protect her from the rain.

The blonde quietly tiptoed across the Athena Cabin and slipped outside. Storms did not usually pass over Camp Half-Blood; Annabeth wondered if the weather had anything to do with recent events.

Bed empty, no note, shield left behind.

The door to Cabin Fifteen was always open for demigods with troubling nightmares. Annabeth’s inner voice told her that she was wasting her time, but she stepped inside, removing her hood and cap to become visible. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears and her thoughts drowned out the sound of the rain on the roof, yet did not form coherent words.

Clovis sat at the foot of one bed, no doubt waiting for whoever occupied it to fall asleep. If he noticed Annabeth entering his cabin, he made no move to acknowledge her.

“Good evening, Annabeth.” He whispered as to not wake those in the cabin.

The daughter of Athena sat herself down on a free cot and took off her combat boots without a word. The son of Hypnos crossed the room and sat down next to her with a quizzical look.

“Are you feeling alright? How can I help you?” He yawned in between sentences.

She sighed and laid down on the cot. “Bad dream, I want to see it again.”

The pot bellied boy nodded and rested a hand on her forehead, causing her to close her eyes and let sleep pull her under the surface of consciousness.

Annabeth opened her eyes to a black void. Her feet touched down on solid ground and she could feel Clovis entering the dream next to her, his form shimmering like a static TV.

“This it?”

She nodded and looked around, hugging the hoodie to her body despite not being cold. “He was here, I’m sure of it.”

The son of Hypnos took a deep breath and watched as a figure approached them. It was a tall young man with a sword in one of his hands, but it was not raised in defense. He wore no shoe on his left foot. His face was obscured by the darkness of the dream void.

Annabeth tried to run to him, but no matter how fast she moved, he stayed the same distance from her. She slowed down and held out her arms. “Percy! It’s me!”

Clovis didn’t have the heart to tell her that the boy before her was probably not the missing Percy Jackson. Instead, he watched the girl lower her arms and look around.

“Can you tell me where you are so I can find you?” She pleaded with the dream boy.

The faceless figure raised his free hand slightly and their surroundings changed to a glass bridge suspended over a canyon. The sun was out, but shadows still covered the head of the boy.

Annabeth smiled widely and looked around. “The Grand Canyon? Thank you, I-I’m sure I can borrow some Pegasi and a chariot from either the Apollo or Ares cabin. Don’t worry, I’m coming to find you, Percy!”

She nodded to Clovis and he ended the dream.

The daughter of Athena sat up on the cot wearing the first smile she had made in weeks. Clovis snapped awake next to her and watched as she gathered her things without waking the other sleepers in the Hypnos Cabin.

He stood up and followed her to the door. “Annabeth, wait.”

“Hmm?” She pulled her cap out of the sweatshirt pocket.

Clovis wrung his hands and stifled another yawn. “That dream… I wouldn’t trust it. Dreams that show you exactly what you want are either tricks or have double meanings.”

She grabbed his shoulders gently and stared into his eyes, her own grey ones burning with intensity and swirling with deep emotions that caught the son of Hypnos off guard. “I have to go find him, Clovis. We need him here at camp, I need him--”

Annabeth stopped herself and let go, staring down at her shoes. Clovis put his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts with a sympathetic smile. “Go get some real sleep, Chase, you’re working and worrying yourself to the bone. Don’t make me make Sherman knock you out so that you finally get some rest.”

She chuckled dryly and put her cap on, turning invisible. “Goodnight, Clovis, and thank you.”

He waved at the muddy footprints walking away from Cabin Fifteen. “Goodnight, Annabeth, and good luck.”

#this isn't as deep as the other percabeth oneshots i've done #but i like it nontheless #i need more content of what annabeth did before finding the tlh trio #so i make it myself #asks #writing #writing requests #requests #riordanverse #the lost hero #heroes of olympus #clovis #annabeth chase #percy jackson #sfw #angst

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 3 years

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the distance between daisies

This was a request from @supergaynerd i am so forever sorry it took me so long i just have not felt the words on my fingertips in ages. but it’s here and i hope you love it!

masterlist; my links; picture below

this is also on ao3

Dear diary,

he loves me

1 month, and 8 days.

Dear diary,

he loves me not

28 days

Dear diary,

he loves me

20 days, and 5 hours

Dear diary

he loves me not

17 days, and 6 hours.

Dear diary

he loves me

1 week and 2 hours

Percy is having a very uninteresting day. Which he supposes should make him happy since those are far and few between in his life. But something about the weather—windy and bone chilling, despite the shining sun— is putting him on edge. He's never wanted to go home and wrap himself in a blanket and call his boyfriend more. He can imagine it now, that soothing voice rumbling about something completely mundane. Jason won't even demand a reply of him. He'll just be content to talk softly about anything and listen to Percy's hum of agreement every so often.

He walks into his psych lecture, groaning internally when he remembers its a double, and for the first time since he was twelve years old he wishes anything would spurt from the depths of Tartarus, so he can fight it. The day has in fact been that unexciting.

Instead he finds a seat somewhere in the middle and puts his head down to the cool wood of the table. The wood is scratched in pen and engravings that mark students long since gone into the world. His finger traces fading words absent-mindedly, bumping across "She loves him she loves him not," scraped deep into the table, a dying daisy hanging over it.

The story he imagines comes to him in a flash.

He pulls out his diary, the black leather-bound book falling in front of him with a thud. Scrambling for a pen, he clicks once twice, three times.

Dear Diary,

They start at an arcade. Beating each other at whack-a-mole. Giving each other hard-won prizes. They share an ice-cream. Mint choc chip and vanilla. They have a story to tell at the wedding they keep dreaming up. They go to high school. They see each other in the halls and smile like sunshine. They go on summer break and pick daisies, pluck at them until there's nothing but stem. They start college. And the flowers they'd picked that one summer evening bleed into the wooden table where the memory of them would live forever. They pass each other across the fields. They don't say hello. They never said goodbye.

he loves me not

1 week, and 48 minutes.

Percy's hands are shaking slightly by the time he puts the pen down. The lecture hall is almost full by now, and the shuffling of last minute feet slide across his mind. He stuffs the diary back in his bag and twirls the pen around his finger. The class is antsy with the need to feel the weekend on their skin. Friday afternoon lectures always make people climb to the highest distractions. A group is chatting animatedly two rows above. A girl with wings etched into her skin sits one seat down and diagonal from him, frowning at the highlights on her page; her leg taps to the beat of "I want to go". On the other side there are people slurping coffee and gobbling down fries as they attempt to polish off the last of their lunch. Some in the front rows have their textbooks open, a hesitantly bored look on their faces. A guy in the very first row perks up every-time the door swings open; he is waiting for the lecturer; he doesn't want to get out of this he wants to get through it.

Percy drops his head back in his arms and takes deep stale breaths. He just has to survive 45 minutes. That's only three fifteen minutes, or four and a half ten minutes, or nine five minutes. He just has to get through five minutes nine times. He can do that. He got through Tartarus once and that's actually hell.

The lecture room door swings and when it clicks shut it feels more final. He doesn't bother to look up as the class slowly quiets to something resembling a humming beehive.

"Good afternoon," The professor begins. He hears the door open, and knows someone is trying to be careful as they slip in late. They sit down at the end of his row. He doesn't see them but he knows they're there. He can feel their presence like gentle heat and curiosity. He's too tired to look.

"Today were focusing on the executive functions and how their damage can affect our psychology."

Percy drifts in and out of focus as the professor drones on, mentioning memory and attention and dementia and recall. Words float around in his head. He can't catch any of them. He should probably try. He doesn't.

"Can anyone tell me why we can sometimes encode things but then not recall them?"

Hands go up all over the room. He knows the answer but since so many others do, it doesn't matter if he puts his hand up.

"Yes, in the green shirt, with the blonde hair." The professor calls.

"It may be because the retrieval methods we're trying to use may not work for that type of information or—"

Percy freezes in time. He goes back to the dinosaurs. He goes forward to the end. He becomes the entirety of the present itself.

Slowly, every so slowly he turns his head. And there, his row partner several seats away, in an emerald green shirt and golden hair swept into something resembling angelic, is Jason Grace.

He sputters, chokes on his disbelief, the shock tightens around his lungs.

The blonde finishes his answer and then turns to look directly at Percy. And everything in that lecture hall becomes mist.

There is no-one around them, there is nothing. There is only grey and flashes of lightning and the distant sound of an ocean.

"Hello baby," Jason whispers, floating towards him, setting himself down on his table.

"You're here." This can't be real. This is Hera playing tricks. This is his mind finally too exhausted to keep the disillusion at bay. This is not real.

And hand, warm and gentle, cups Percy's cheek. And he knows nothing has ever been more real in his life.

"You're here." He whispers, he can't say it enough. "Why are you here? You aren’t supposed to be here till next week."

Jason presses their foreheads together, somewhere around them lightning strikes. It mirrors in those blue eyes. "You were getting bad again."

He always knows. He always knows. Three thousand miles apart and he knows.

"I wasn't." Percy shakes his head, hands finding indents on strong thighs. "I was just missing you."

"Your eyes are dark, like undergrowth, like dying seaweed." Those slim fingers cup his jaw, tilting his head from side to side. "Where are the oceans that live there?“

"The nightmares," He sighs, "They're bad."

"How long?" The question is simple but it makes Percy's heart screech to a stop.

"Four weeks."

"Oh baby," Jason's eyes shatter, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"There's nothing we can do." His shoulders are shaking, he doesn't quite know if he's crying, he wouldn't be surprised. "But you're here and right now that's all that matters."

"Let's leave for a little while." Jason whispers into his skin.

"Where?"

"You and your mom still have that cabin in Montauk?"

He nods, breathing in the scent of fresh rain and jasmine soap. The scent of his boyfriend. The scent of safety.

"Lets go there." The blonde is saying. "We'll come back the day before your birthday so you can spend it with the family, but let's escape before that."

“Okay," He doesn't even hesitate.

"Really, you'll go?" Jason squeezes his shoulder, excitement shining in his eyes.

"Anywhere in the world as long as its with you." He kisses his boyfriend. Soft and sweet and thank you spread across their tongues.

"Want to finish this lecture?" The blonde mumbles against his mouth.

Percy snorts, already shoving stationery into his bag. "Let's have an adventure, Jason Grace."

"Let's."

They escape through the haze, horses already forming from storms itself, and become everything the world has to offer.

And when the mist in the lecture room clears there's a single row empty and a new engraving in the wooden table.

Our love is not daisies it is entire gardens.

Dear diary,

he loves me

Now.

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samatheia229 · 4 years

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PJO Mortal AU (Solangelo-centric)

The Olympia Family

(AKA the family with so much chaos and drama, they would have made an even more popular reality TV show than Keeping Up with the Kardashians)

Thalia Grace - 24

An ambassador of the Artemis Foundation

Badass

Won't hesitate to throw hands at anyone who messes with her family.

Very protective of her little brother and cousins.

Not afraid to speak her mind and fight for what she thinks is right.

Has a kind of love-hate relationship with her stepmother Hera. While Thalia respects and acknowledges Hera as her stepmother, she is a free spirit, and hates being chained down by the old-fashioned rules Hera imposes.

Briefly dated Luke Castellan for 2 years, but broke up due to reasons. The break up was mutual and Luke still remains as one of Thalia's closest friends.

Deadly with a bow and arrow (she'd be hunting down hunters like they hunt animals for living if it weren't for the fact that murder is unfortunately illegal).

Jason Grace - 19

Sophomore at Uni (double majors in Management and Aerodynamic Engineering)

Flight school graduate

Heir to Jupiter Airlines (given that his father doesn't plan to retire anytime soon, Jason is considering becoming a pilot in the meantime)

Hera's favourite child since he actually follows her rules (He bends them slightly every now and then, but she doesn't need to know that).

Regular at the Manhattan Chess Club

Has an intense rivalry with his older cousin Percy that's been going on for like 10 years now... (his life goal is to beat Percy. They're currently at a stalemate of 3795 wins each.)

Very protective of Nico. He almost had an aneurysm when he heard that grumpy, little stay-away-or-I’ll-death-glare-you Nico had a boyfriend. A boyfriend.

Has a best friend Leo Valdez who is an engineer student with an eccentric personality and is a mischievous menace. His childhood friend, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, is an athlete in javelin-throwing and currently resides in her hometown in San Juan, Puerto Rico, but they still keep in touch.

Dating Piper McLean, the 19-year-old founder of the Beautifully Imperfect Foundation

Zeus Olympia

CEO of Jupiter Airlines

Drama Queen TM

Favours Thalia more despite Jason being his heir and enables most of her rebellious antics, much to Hera's chagrin.

Can be rather childish and petty ("It's been 43 years, and I've long since given up on expecting him to change," Hades deadpanned.)

As the youngest child of the Olympia family and with his father on Death's doorstep, Zeus was given a lot of free reign, hence his playboy tendencies. He eventually did settle down with Hera Junos, the single daughter of one of the oldest families in Greece. Hera was fond of children but was unable to sire her own due to medical issues, which led to Zeus getting a mistress (with Hera's begrudged consent), Beryl Grace, the daughter of Hera's family chef. Beryl has always had a rather strange personality and an unhealthy obsession with alcohol. A few years after giving birth to Thalia and Jason Grace respectively, her liver gave way and she died before they could find a solution.

Hera Olympia (formerly Junos)

Zeus' wife

The kids call her ‘Aunt Ra’

Jason is her favourite child because he actually listens to her

Coming from both a high-class and old family, Hera was raised to be a perfect lady (a lady should not wear pants or speak out of turn etc. etc.) and has a rather old-fashioned way of thinking, enforcing strict rules in her household.

She still loves Thalia, but because the way Thalia acts goes against everything Hera was taught, her relationship with her stepdaughter is a bit strained. Hera now mostly lets Thalia do her own thing, but every now and then might still be a bit controlling. She's trying, okay?

Bianca di Angelo - 19

Sophomore at Uni (majors in Journalism and English Literature)

Works part-time at the Artemis Foundation

Generally quiet and shy, but has a tendency to fuss over small details.

Very responsible and possibly the only one with a brain cell among the cousins. (Proteus and Triton don’t even live in the same continent half of the time; Kym doesn't give a damn; Thesi is too nice to reprimand them; Ro‘s too busy fawning over her fiancé; Hero is more likely to fan the flames than quell them; Thalia, Jason, Percy and Nico are always either competing against each other or breaking the Internet with their antics again; Hazel is pretty innocent but has a slight vindictive streak so caution must be exercised; and Tyson and Estelle are innocent beans of sunshine that must be protected).

She can be bold when she wants to be, as well as reckless.

Has her father's habit of gesturing with her hands while talking and when she is on edge.

Ace

Nico di Angelo - 17

High school Senior

Heir to Pluto Corp.

Resident Emo in the family (“I'm not emo!” “Your only-dark-clothing phase says otherwise.” “It's not a phase, Persephone!” “Like father, like son.”)

Stubborn AF

Can't deal with all his overprotective sisters and cousins

Currently pining over William Solace ("Shut up!")

Avid gamer, plays digital games, card games (his childhood and to-this-day favourite is Myth-o-magic, which is one of the reasons he approves of Hazel's boyfriend, Frank) and all games in general (he visits the arcade monthly to make sure he's still 1st place in every game there)

Has a tendency to hold grudges and gestures with his hands while talking or when on edge, a habit he shares with his father and older sister.

Plays the violin (Persephone had introduced him to it, and he'd taken a liking to it)

Hazel Olympia (formerly Levesque) - 14

High school Freshman

Aspiring artist (she’s won thirty different art competitions locally in the span of three years and placed silver last year in the Chelsea International Fine Art Competition under an anonymous name because she wanted to win by her own merit rather than rely on the Olympia name. Hades plans to surprise her by giving her own exhibition hall for her next birthday.)

Regular at the Manhattan Riding Club

Has a bit of a vindictive streak in her that was probably born out of spite due to her upbringing

Exudes a powerful aura of passive aggressiveness, but is also incredibly kind and magnanimous

Has the ability is summon, manipulate and detect precious minerals, as well as the ability to place curses on them. (This knowledge is confidential and hidden from the public)

Loves her family with all her heart, and literally no one is more protective of Nico than she is

She was the first but also last person to know about Nico's boyfriend (First because she goes to the same school and is not dense, thank you very much, but technically last because she was the last person that Nico officially told since Will is terrified of her for some reason, something about her being 'the FINAL BOSS'; this amuses Hazel to no end).

Has a very cute crush on Frank Zhang, a HS Junior who’s an archer and animal lover (it’s mutual, by the way).

Hades Olympia

CEO of Pluto Corp., one of the largest companies in the mining industry.

#DONE with life and all the people in it, particularly his crazy family

Functions solely on his children, Persephone and caffeine, usually caffeine because the other two are often the cause of his high blood pressure

Broods a lot (”I don’t brood.” “Yes, you do.”)

Deadpan 200% of the time and takes no shit

Loves all his children equally and definitely does not have a favourite (it’s Hazel, in case you’re wondering)

As the eldest son of the three brothers, Hades was betrothed and wed to his childhood best friend Persephone Terrafield by their fathers in an attempt at a business partnership (Spoiler Alert: It didn’t work out in end). Admittedly, Hades and Persephone did have a small infatuation with each other when they were younger, but it never grew into anything serious, and as they grew older he saw her as more of a sibling than a lover and vice versa. After the inevitable death of his father, Hades and Persephone divorced but literally nothing in their relationship changed since they’d never loved each other romantically in the first place. When Hades decided to court their mutual friend, Italian diplomat Maria di Angelo, Persephone supported both of them wholeheartedly. In the span of the seventeen years they were together, Maria gave Hades two beautiful children, Bianca and Nico. Unfortunately, Maria passed away after being on life support for two years in result of a plane crash when Nico was 6.

In the two years when Maria was hospitalized, Hades was so desperate to find his beloved a cure that he sought out a witch doctor that was rumoured to be in New Orleans. Marie Levesque, the aforementioned witch, was a greedy, manipulative person with a deluded and unstable mind, who drugged Hades and essentially raped him because she thought his spawn would have the perfect blood for experimenting magic on. She used magic to wipe his memory of the previous night’s events and handed him an ‘antidote’ that was actually just water dyed a milky white. After ten years, Marie finally revealed to Hades a 12-year-old Hazel, who looked miserable, was suffering from malnutrition, wounds, burns etc. and had a supernatural ability which Marie proudly said she had bestowed to her via dark magic. Hades was absolutely mortified, revolted and a bunch of other things. He filed a lawsuit against Marie, charging her for rape, child neglect, child abuse and human experimentation, as well as taking permanent custody over Hazel Levesque (now Hazel Olympia).

Persephone Terrafield

CEO of jewelry enterprise The Red Pomegranate which was a sub-branch of Pluto Corps. The enterprise has the highest production rate in the US.

Self-designated matchmaker for Hades (Hades always tells her she should focus on her own love life first, but he’s just an ungrateful brat)

Current life goal is to fulfill Maria di Angelo’s dying wish: help Hades find love again. (Mission status: still at Square 1 because Hades has some trust issues after the Levesque Incident)

The kids all call her ‘Aunt Seph’, but she loves the children as though they were her own

She and Hades often joke that they would totally still be married if they didn’t see each other as siblings and platonic soulmates and she hadn’t had her sexual awakening of being lesbian.

She lives with Hades and the children as she finds it too much of a hassle to move into her own place, not to mention lonely (with the kids at school and doing club activities, someone needs to make sure Hades gets exposure to the sun anyway).

Persephone is the daughter of an unnamed businessman and Demeter Terrafield, an agricultural revolutionist and healthy-cereal-obssessed woman.

Her mother and Hades have this sort of weird rivalry going on whenever Demeter visits; Demeter hates Hades because he hates healthy cereal, and apparently anyone who hates healthy cereal isn’t good enough to be hanging around her daughter, so she always replaces all his coffee with decaf and puts the healthiest cereal she can find on his bedside table every morning; in retaliation, Hades will deliberately eat the most sugary sweets he can find in front of her and locks her out of their personal greenhouse. (The glass walls are made of the strongest glass he could find and the door is locked by multiple manual and digital locks.)

Hestia Olympia

CEO of WarmHearth Interior Design Agency (WHIDA)

Everyone's favourite person, indefinitely

Has the infinite patience of a goddess

Gentle, kind, very wise, gives great advice

The kids call her ‘Aunt Tia’

Often fondly exasperated by her younger brothers' antics (because no, just because they’re grown men now does not mean they are going to stop their childhood feuds since despite their protests, they are all petty AF), but once she snaps, they all line up like toy soldiers and behave nicely.

Knits a lot. Most of her carpets, quilts, bags, scarves etc. are handmade.

She looks relatively innocent, but don't be fooled. There's a hidden arsonist in her that is always ready to come out when she's angry.

Hestia has a 'I'm not mad, just extremely disappointed and upset' Mom Look that has sent people bawling their eyes out and begging for her forgiveness with just one glance

She is the oldest of the Olympia siblings, but as a child had a frail and weak body. Kronos wanted to get rid of her since she was 'useless and couldn't be wed off', but Rhea, their mother, begged and pleaded Kronos to let her live. For some unknown reason, Kronos complied.

Her brothers are all very protective of her

YOU DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, MAKE HER ANGRY

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themusicplayedherlife · 4 years

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Can you write a continuation of the Tim Drake x demigod reader where he introduced reader to the rest of the family?

a/n: This time it didn’t take years for me to finish this request lmfao! I didn’t write much interaction between the family because they’re so many members of the batfam and I can’t write group settings for the life of me??? but I def had some ideas about Damian and his curiosity towards Reader, anyway, anon! Hope you enjoy!

Meeting the family is inevitable, according to Annabeth after a long and winded rant about having dinner with Tim and his family from your end.

Granted, you knew most of his brothers and sisters in the Hermes cabin (including his three adopted siblings that he arrived at camp with), but knowing your fellow campers is one thing, getting to know them as the family he was raised with? That’s another matter altogether.

You knew of Dick Grayson, son of Aphrodite; Jason Todd, son of Ares; and Cassandra, daughter of Psyche. How could you not? They are prominent members of Camp Half-Blood. Maybe not like Percy and the rest of your group, but it‘s hard to ignore the adopted children of Bruce Wayne, ally of the gods and demigods (you had Wonder Woman and his adopted children to thank for that). Not only were they good looking, but they excelled in combat from the very moment they stepped foot into camp.

But you only know them as that—fellow campers. This is you getting to know them... better—intimately. And not to mention getting to finally meet THE Bruce Wayne and the rest of his mortal family members in person! No more second hand stories from Tim, or listening in on the stories his siblings would recount to the curious campers.

Wow. This is definitely out of your comfort zone, isn’t it?

A warm hand wraps around your cold fingers, steadying your shaky limbs.

“Hey,” Tim softly says, squeezing your fingers as another hand cradles your cheek. “They’re going to love you, χρυσή μου.”

My golden one. You practically melt at the softness and love in his voice when he calls you so. A reminder of how much you mean to him, of how much he loves you.

You smile involuntarily and lean into his touch.

You’re not given the chance to return the affection, the double doors of the manor being thrown open followed by a loud raucous of:

“He’s right there!” from Jason, and “Stop being such a dick,” from a tall, beautiful redhead with freckles followed by a lot more noise and bickering from what you assume is the rest of his family members.

You practically recoil, pulse beginning to pick up and fingers slowly beginning to twitch in his hold.

“Babe,” Tim starts, cutting through all the noise and he flashes you a smile, a reassuring one, with a squeeze of your hand. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You nod and try to return the smile, but there’s no denying that his words and touch manage to ground you just a bit further.

“That's enough,” a deep, calm voice interjects, the earlier bickering coming to an abrupt stop as you remind yourself to breathe.

Bruce Wayne is a lot taller than you had imagined him to be—very handsome too. His stare is even more intense than you had expected, sharper and darker than the smolders he’d spare the pictures taken of him prompted or unprompted. And you can’t help the way your mind scans over him, searching and prodding like it usually does--there’s a darkness in this man that you can’t ignore. Burning deep and hot like hellfire. You wonder if it originates from his traumatic childhood, or if the darkness began to grow with the years--with his journey as the masked vigilante.

Tim has his own darkness, and so do his siblings, but Mr. Wayne? It seems to be tenfold. Controlled, sure, but barely hanging on by a thread.

Bruce pulls you out of your momentary awe, his voice somewhat gruff, but still managing to be kind. “Welcome home,” he says, mostly to Tim, but the small lift of his lips in your direction makes you feel welcomed as well. Yes, there’s a darkness in him, but there’s also a kindness that is rarely seen in others. It’s that kindness that you’re sure has raised Tim and his siblings, taught them that unbearable need to help others with no expectations of reciprocation. They’re just... kind to be kind.

Is it that kindness that stops him from bursting?

Tim tugs you along with him up the final steps of the manor where he hugs his adopted father after letting you go momentarily. “Thank you, Bruce.” He turns to you, holding out his hand for you to take and introducing you to him with an air of pride, as if he’s talked about you aside from being his partner to him before. And seeing the expression of familiarity flash behind Bruce’s blue eyes, you know he has.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” you offer a bit shyly, unsure of whether to offer him your hand or if to lean in for a hug. You’re not exactly sure what the proper etiquette is to greeting a parent, let alone your boyfriend’s father. You’ve only had the chance to interact with Percy’s mom, and even that is rare. With the rest it’s always been a “hello! Must steal your child for a quest, bye!” Never a proper sit down where you can properly introduce yourself to them.

Relief fills you when Bruce helps you by offering you his hand, mindful of which hand Tim is holding to keep you steady—emotionally and physically. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Tim and Diana speak highly of you.”

You immediately feel the heat crawl on your skin. What exactly have they said? “Likewise, Mr. Wayne. And I just want to say, on behalf of all my friends, thank you for all that you have done for us at camp. We really appreciate it.”

Tim squeezes your hand when Bruce chuckles lowly and asks for you to drop the formalities, telling you to call him Bruce instead.

Before anyone else can introduce themselves to you or you can take note of who else has followed Bruce and Jason to the door, Jason lets out a loud groan. “Can we hurry this along? We know who she is already and I’m hungry!”

“Jason,” the same redhead from before scolds him, smacking him—quite harshly, might you add—on the arm before extending her hand in your direction. “Barbara Gordon.” Ah! Dick’s ex girlfriend! You’ve heard Tim and Dick mention her a couple of times before. Mostly about how she’s always down Dick’s throat for being too reckless or something, you’re not entirely sure. “I’m so glad you’re finally able to join us for dinner! We’ve been trying to convince Tim to bring you along for a while now!”

You know they have been. Tim has mentioned it before, but at the time, you weren’t exactly ready to be in a crowded room with strangers. You’re still not completely ready, but after a talk with Hazel and Annabeth, you decided you couldn’t put it off for much longer.

As Hazel said, “You love Tim, whether you want to admit it or not. And it’s pretty obvious Tim loves you, too! Making an effort to meet his family would show that to Tim without you having to say those words just yet.”

You squeeze Tim’s hand, hoping she’s right. “I’m sorry.”

She waves her hand, a warm smile on her face. “No, I’m sorry if we all seem a little impatient. I really hope we don’t put you off! We’re all just a little... eager to meet the person that has stolen our Timmy’s heart.”

“Babs!” Tim whines, but it goes ignored by Barbara.

She laughs. “Come on in! The rest of the family is waiting in the den.”

Dinner is chaotic. Not as chaotic as dinner is back at camp, but it’s still pretty chaotic.

The youngest and only biological child of Bruce Wayne, is Damian, a boy with a sharp tongue and a curious thing, eyeing you before quickly looking away with a huff and pretending he hadn’t just been staring at you. Unlike the rest of the family, the darkness in him is a speck compared to theirs, even if he speaks with harsh words and an air of indifference. There’s more of a childish innocence that surrounds him, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s attributed to the rest of his family trying to help him make the most of his childhood.

You offer him a smile, one you hope doesn’t look strained or unnatural. You really do want to make him feel at ease with you. Make it easier for him to ask questions about you and your lineage like the rest of his family does.

Duke is the funniest of the group, not adopted, but still very much part of the family. He’s motivated, and just as smart as Tim, if their conversation about some riddle and case you briefly heard mentioned on the news is anything to go by. And just like Bruce and the rest of the family, he’s observant, maybe even more so than they are; offering you an out when it all becomes overwhelming by changing conversations or asking you if you need anything. He especially takes a liking to hearing stories of you and your mother, Athena, seemingly realizing that speaking about your mother is a clutch to you.

You can’t help it when you ask, “Are you sure you’re not a son of Athena’s?”

He’s taken aback by your question before laughing jovially. “That’d be so cool if I were, honestly! But nah, I’m just a regular ol’ meta-human.”

Dick snorts, leaning into your space to whisper loudly, as if to tease Duke—and completely ignoring the fact you lean away from him and closer to Tim—“Look at him nonchalantly trying to slip in that he’s not exactly human.”

Tim nudges Dick away from you with the palm of his hand, making his brother chuckle and back away with palms up in surrender. You thank Tim with a small smile which he returns.

Duke rubs the back of his head sheepishly. “How else was I supposed to say it?”

“Not at all,” Barbara adds in with a chirp, passing Cassandra the bowl of fruit that had been placed down by Alfred, their butler, something that you find really weird to say or even think. A butler! So weird.

“You guys are just jealous!”

Dick quirks an eyebrow in his direction. “I’m a child of Aphrodite.”

Jason pauses in his indulgence on seconds to flash him a smirk. “Ares.”

“Psyche,” Cassandra quietly adds as she adds fruit to her plate.

Tim grins. “Hermès.”

Damian glares at him without any heat. “My grandfather is Ra’s Al Ghul; my mother is Thalia Al Ghul; and my father is Batman.” Which is still wild to you. Who would’ve thought. I mean, other than the few conspiracies running around.

Barbara turns to you with an eye roll and you can’t help but laugh under your breath.

“Okay, all right, point taken! No need to flex. Damn.” Duke shakes his head. “A guy can’t even feel special.”

Bruce chuckles lowly. “You are special, Duke.” Duke lifts his head after huffing and beams, the rest of the family following after their father’s sincere words. “All of you are special.”

“But I’m more special, correct, father?”

A fond an exasperated chorus of “Damian!” fills the room.

The manor is quiet at night. Surprisingly enough.

Eleven people under one rooftop and you’re certain you could drop a pin on the floor and it’d resound throughout the manor.

And yet, even in the quiet, you and Tim lay awake in his childhood bedroom, too wired to fall asleep and give into your tiredness; both of you laying on your side and facing each other.

“You’re drained,” you whisper to Tim, brushing his hair falling over his eyes behind his ear.

He hums, closing his eyes as your fingers trail down the back of his ear and to his jaw. “I love my family, but it can be too much when everyone is together.”

You let out a small huff of a laugh, tapping your finger against his chin gently before dropping your hand down next to your face. “It’s not as bad as camp.”

“Maybe,” he agrees absentmindedly. “But at least at camp I can go hide out with you in your cabin or sneak off to the lake.”

”Guess so.”

His lashes flutter as brilliant blue eyes appear once more. “Meeting my family didn’t tire you out?”

You smile, hearing the worry in his voice. “A little. But it was fun meeting them. Loved them.”

“Yeah?” he asks, wrapping you up in his arms.

“Yeah,” you whisper, patting his chest with your palms, his heartbeat a soothing thump against your hand. “Almost as much as I love you.”

His long fingers wrap around your wrist just as it stutters under your hand. “Do you mean it?” He asks breathless, barely heard in the darkness of his room full of wooden book shelves and books you can’t believe he actually read at some point in his life.

“What?” You ask, watching him as he brings the hand that had been resting on his chest to his lips.

He presses a gentle kiss against your skin, eyes never leaving yours. “That you love me.”

You freeze, eyes moving from the hand he’s kissing to his brilliant blue eyes that don’t seem to ever stop sparkling. Even in the darkness he’s pure light, and you don’t understand how he can shine so brightly when the darkness surrounds him, practically ready to devour him. But you wouldn’t let it. You would never let that darkness take a hold of him. And if it ever did, you’d fight to bring him back, even if it meant going back to Tartarus, you would. “Yes,” you whisper.

His lips curve, smile growing and taking shape as he leans closer. Your hand rests on his cheek as you take him in; as he practically melts under your confession and touch. “I love you too, χρυσή μου.”

#tim drake x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake x y/n #tim drake imagine #timothy drake x reader #reader insert #request #queue: out saving the world

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ashes-and-ashes · 5 years

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So I just reread the entire Percy Jackson series again (From PJO to Trials of Apollo) and ugh I have feels about this. I high-key want to write a fic about this. Ugh, my heart.

SPOILER ALERT:

JASON DIES

And ugh, it’s absolutely breaking my heart.

Like, just imagine. Everyone is at Camp Half-Blood, around the campfire, laughing and joking around and later they will remember it as the last time they smiled for weeks afterwards.

Imagine Piper, drained from crying, her voice gone because of all the screaming and begging. It would have started out with the tears, fast and heavy, escalating until she was roaring at the skies, at Zeus and Hades and all of those goddamn Olympians because they had done everything, they had saved the world and they didn’t even get to properly be together.

And she walks into the camp and everyone’s still talking and still laughing and someone greets her with a casual “Hey Pipes!” and they are all waiting for Jason to come in behind her.

Hazel notices it first, the way Piper’s eyes were broken, like thousands of pieces of glass. And she’s opening her mouth, to maybe ask if she’s okay, when Piper lets out a horrible cry and collapses into her arms.

Annabeth immediately catches on. Her stomach pluments, hard and fast, the world spinning around her and all she can say is No. No, not Jason, the one who had started the war and finished it. Not Jason, a child of the Big Three, rivaled by only Percy and Nico himself, who had influence over both the Romans and the Greeks. Who still had so much left to do, who still had his whole life ahead of him and not Jason, please let him not be dead.

And Nico sprints over, Will Solace behind him, and he touches Piper’s arms and closes his eyes. Then, he’s falling, into Will’s arms and Nico’s seen a lot of things, has traveled through Tartarus alone, shadow-traveled across the continent and fought more monsters then anyone could think of and yet he turns to the side and vomits. It’s a different feeling, one only a child of Hades could understand, that swooping in your head, that golden spark slowly fading as the soul grew farther and farther away. And Will is shaking him, and Annabeth is sobbing, and all Nico can do is lock eyes with Percy and shake his head.

Percy just falls to the ground and screams.

It’s the sound of desperation and anger and loss because he’s been the Pawn, he’s saved the world twice, carried the weight of the gods on his back since he was twelve, has suffered and sacrificed and has done everything, and yet it still isn’t enough. For the first time, he flashes, towards another young man with a scar over his eyes, who let his bitterness consume him, and he finally understands. He’s been pushed towards the breaking point so many times he’s used to it, has always been able to grit his teeth and swallow down the pain and keep going and now he’s shattered it. They have already taken so much from him, and he lets the pain wrap around him like a shroud.

Hazel goes numb. It’s that same feeling, when she watched Percy and Annabeth fall into Tartarus, watched as the Earth Mother awakened, watched as the cavern collapsed around her and her lungs filled with oil. How many times has she heard of Jason, the Hero of both camps, the Son of Jupiter? How many times has she listened to him, trusted him, watched his back as he watched hers? It all seemed to happen so fast, the battles and the fights, and now Piper was sobbing into her lap and all she felt was numbness. Nico is gasping besides her, and she knows, can feel it in that dark part of her that is buried under the earth that Jason was dead.

Frank is in shock. It’s a tingling feeling, something like ice coursing through his veins as he watches. Piper and Annabeth sobbing, Nico collapsed in Will’s arms, Hazel looking stunned and Percy...

Percy looked like he was going to rip the world apart.

And everything is crystal clear, cut with brute precision and all Frank can do is grip his Praetors badge. His heart is pounding double time, ratcheting in his ears, because Jason was dead. It seemed impossible, him gone from this earth, those 2 months on the Argo II nothing, less then nothing, wiped away in an instant and turned to dust. The pin cuts into his hand, making him bleed and all he can do is take gasping breaths, one over another, and grip the badge tighter.

Leo is panicking.

He repeats the words, over and over in his head, his fingers squeezing each other so hard they go numb. No no no no no no no no no.

He had died, sacrificed his life to stop Gaia, had willingly died if only to save his friends. To Storm or Fire the World must Fall.

He had interpreted it, taken his fate into his own hands, let his body be burned and destroyed and ripped apart just to make sure that Jason didn’t pay the price because they had all paid the debt. So many times, over and over again, all of them had paid and now it was meaningless.

Jason was dead.

#the heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #piper mclean #jason grace #frank zhang #hazel levesque #leo valdez #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #jasper #percabeth #solangelo #frazel #angst #pjo angst #the trials of apollo

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thisisawesomeness1825 · 5 years

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oops, i (fake) love you, ch.08

viii. Percy

"We're screwed up," Percy mutters while running his hand through his hair.

"Right we are," Annabeth mumbles. She's leaning on the wall of the janitor's closer she pulled him to, right after their confrontation with his friends.

Confrontation. Sounds about right.

Once they've concocted a believable backstory, Percy had foolishly believed that it will be the end of their problems. That it would finally convince his unbelieving friends on his and Annabeth's fake dating ploy. But no. It had to be replaced with a bigger problem: a double date with Piper and Jason.

"Ugh. I can't believe this," he says. The absence of light makes it difficult for him to see Annabeth, but he assumes that she's frowning too. "Double date with them? Pshh. As far as I know, they haven't been dating until now. They just probably made that up."

"I get the feeling that they still don't believe us. They staged a fake dating of their own to observe our relationship. They want to catch us faking it," Annabeth concludes.

"That's what I think too." Percy sighs. He's just tired of lying to his friends. Should he just cancel this whole arrangement? "Do you think we can pull this off?"

Through the thin light coming from the door, he sees her shrug. "I don't know. Maybe. But they're certainly going to expect more from us."

"How much more?" he can't help but ask.

"Enough to get them off our backs," she answers. Annabeth removes herself from the wall and tugs his hand. "C'mon. We can't be late. I don't want to get caught in the closet while classes are going on."

"Or you just don't want to get caught in the janitor's closet with me?"

"I don't want to be caught in a closet at all, thank you very much."

"Why? Cause it would tarnish your good girl reputation?" Even through the darkness, he can feel the heat of her glare. That's just how powerful it is. "I mean, being caught in the closet would definitely seal us as a couple. Don't you think that will make things easier for us?" he says with a smirk.

"Shut up," she retorts and shoves him to the side. Annabeth quickly opens the closet door and steps out.

Then she freezes.

Deciding that going to class is the better thing to do, he pushes against the doors and Annabeth's body. His eyes find the shocked look of a girl from their mythology class. Juniper, if he'd remember correctly.

Annabeth starts waving her hands frantically. "I swear, it's not what you think—"

Juniper, bless her, starts blushing and nods her head. "Of-of course. I really didn't see you two coming out of the janitor's closet. I'm just a regular student passing by a regular closet without any activity happening inside it at all." She gulps at the mortified look on Annabeth's face. It's so funny Percy wants to laugh, but he really doesn't want to invoke the blonde's anger upon him.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what I saw at all," Juniper mumbles before dashing out of the corridor.

"But nothing really happened...," Annabeth argues weakly. Then she rounds up to him, poking his chest repeatedly. "You! Why didn't you deny it?"

He raises his hands defensively. "It's useless arguing about it. She saw what she saw. We can't do anything about that. Besides, Juniper is trustworthy. She won't just tell anyone."

"You better be right or else I'm gutting you like a fish," she says. "Ugh. All those years of building my reputation, and I'm reduced to a closet girl."

"With me," he adds. "That's a very important fact."

"Not really," Annabeth says as she rolls her eyes. Then she struts off, leaving him alone.

"You're late," is what Annabeth says the moment he enters the diner.

To be fair, it's not like he wanted to be late on purpose. It just so happened that the diner is a little harder to find than what he initially thought. It's basically a hole in the wall, with its faded brick walls and warm atmosphere.

Percy sits across her. "This place is hard to find."

She smiles. "Can't have them spying on us."

"How did you come across this place anyway?"

"I was having a bad day then. I took off and walked aimlessly. And then I saw this. This has been my safe haven after that."

"Thanks for trusting me with this," he says with a smile.

"I don't really trust you. More like, I'm forced to trust you."

"Way to hurt my feelings, Chase." He makes a choking motion and pretends to hold his heart in his fist. He holds up his palm. "Look at my heart, it's all broken."

Annabeth makes a stabbing motion at his heart. "Oh no! I hope it's dead."

"Why you cruel girl."

"And you're a clueless boy who can't keep track of time."

"You're mean," Percy says while clucking his tongue. "Really mean."

"At least I can flirt," she teases.

"That's a low blow."

A waitress skips towards the table. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a high ponytail. And she looks regally bored as ever. Her name tag reads "Reyna".

"Welcome to CC's diner. How can I help you?" She recites in monotone as she hands them the menu.

"I'll have my regular," Annabeth says without looking at the menu.

"I'll have, um, a large fries and a guinea burger? Wait, is this made from a guinea pig meat?" He looks up questioningly at Reyna. The girl doesn't spare him a glance. "Who's this?" she asks Annabeth.

"That's Percy. My boyfriend."

Reyna's eyes peruse him like a scientist observing a rare species. Then she shrugs, unfazed. "He doesn't look like your type."

"Um," Percy interrupts. "He's just right in front of you."

"Guinea burger is not made from guinea pig meat. The burger is just shaped like one," Reyna answers to his previous question. "Now, will you order it?"

"Ah, I guess."

"Good." Reyna scribbles something on her note and then she skates off.

He faces Annabeth. "I didn't know we're still pretending here."

The blonde just raises her eyebrows. "Reyna goes to go to Goode."

"Oh." He hasn't seen her before. "Why are we here anyway?"

"I need to know how you will do on your first date before going on a double date with Piper and Jason. She pauses and looks at him. "This is your first date, right?"

He blushes at the question. So, he might not be the best guy around the dating department (and probably the only one in their school who is yet to go on a first date) that's why the question makes him extremely embarrassed.

"So that's a yes?" Annabeth asks as she gestures to his blushing face. He nods. "Don't worry, everyone is awkward in their first date."

This catches his attention. "You? Awkward? No way."

She laughs at the disbelieving look on his face. "Yes, I was. Remember 7th grade when I still had my braces? That's how awkward I was."

He grins at the thought. She had really been awkward then, especially around the girls their age who were more flawless and more feminine. Her insecurity is the one thing he's glad she had left.

"Who's your first date?" he asks out of curiosity.

The smile on her face slips a little. She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. You don't need to know who he is."

Something feels off, like she knows he knows the guy, but isn't willing to tell him who. Nevertheless, he respects her privacy. "Okay."

Reyna interrupts them as she brings their order while skating. He doesn't really know how she can manage to do that without spilling anything or bumping into a table at all. If that was him, he'd surely broken a bone or two as soon as he starts. Balancing is really not his thing.

Reyna places the food on their table, including a chocolate smoothie with two straws that he's sure they didn't order.

"Um," Percy begins but interrupted by Reyna's stare.

"It's on the house. Hylla says that it should make things exciting for your date."

Annabeth frowns. "I don't really know how sharing a smoothie will make things exciting, but give Hylla my thanks."

"Sure," Reyna says before skating to another booth.

"You surely have been on this place a lot," Percy comments as he unwraps his burger. "Oh! It really does look like a guinea pig." He looks at her food. "Why does yours look like a Parthenon of fries?"

"What can you do, I love architecture." Annabeth dips a fry into the smoothie and eats it. She grins. "Best trick in the book."

A chuckle bubbles in his throat. Despite all their ridiculous fights, he never ceases to find her amusing. "I think everyone knows that trick."

"What? No."

"Really."

"I'm not believing you."

"Fine. But you should know that you're not the first one to do—ow. Why would you throw a fry at me?"

"Shut up."

"But it's true!"

She throws another fry at him, but this time, he manages to catch it in his mouth. A wide grin splits his face.

"Would you look at that? I have extremely good reflexes," Percy says as chews the fry. He beckons to her. "Throw another one at me."

She throws him another one, and he catches it again. Percy mimics a bow at her like he's a magician who just finished performing his tricks in front of the crowd. "Bet you couldn't do that," he taunts with a smirk.

If he still knows her well, he can perfectly predict what she'll do next. Her thirst for competitiveness is always a blow he'd like to strike whenever the opportunity presents itself. And just as he thought, she sits up straight, her eyes shining with a challenging glint. "I really can."

He raises his eyebrow, disbelieving. "Really?"

"Yes." She inches the fries closer to him. "Try me. "

He throws her one but it just lands on the empty space beside her.

"That was just a warm-up," she explains. "Another."

Percy gives her another and another and another. And she missed every single one. The closest she got to catching it was when it hit her nose and slid down the inside of her shirt.

"Ew," he says.

She just rolls her eyes and sticks her hand inside her shirt to get the fry. An old lady happens to glance at her and looks away, scandalized.

He bends over their table laughing. "Look at what you did to that old woman."

Annabeth's leg delivers a swift kick to his legs. There's a fierce look on her face, but it's betrayed by the chuckle that escapes her mouth. "It's not my fault, you Seaweed Brain!"

The smile on his face grows. "You know, you should be wiser than to rise up to my taunts, Wise Girl."

The bright grin she sends him when she hears that old nickname makes it worth it. "You're crazy," she says.

"Crazy in love with you," Percy retorts with a wink. Annabeth raises one eyebrow at him.

And then he slams his palms on the table. "See?! That's how you flirt! Was I good? Did I earn cookie points? Did I pass the test?"

"That's pathetic," Reyna quips as she cleans the booth next to them.

"First of all, no. Don't ever repeat that to any girl ever again because that sucks. You did not earn cookie points. And you still haven't passed the test." Annabeth sips at smoothie. "Where did you pick that up?"

"A wikihow blog."

"Ah, that's why."

"Listen, wait I've got more." He brings out his phone.

"No more please."

He looks at Annabeth confidently. "Are you a water?"

"Ooh. I want to hear this." Reyna stops cleaning and stands by their booth.

"No. I'm not a water."

"Ask why."

She huffs. "Why?"

"Because you make me wet. Oh, wait—that's wrong! That's not it! Hey! Hey, stop laughing!"

Reyna laughs so hard, she doubles over. Annabeth facepalms, but there's a smile behind her hand.

Percy just groans in mortification.

Ah. So much for a first date.

A/N: Hello! Here's a quick update for now. This is just a filler chapter, as you may have noticed. And just because I can't resist, I hope you noticed that little B99 reference.

Tbh, this should've been up days ago, but I haven't had the time (classes suck!) to type the whole chapter so I had to use a speech to text program.

Hopefully the next chapter won't take too long, but I still doesn't have a draft, so good luck to me. Anyway, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, so leave a review!

Lastly, if you want to see some fanarts or ask me some random questions, feel free to follow me on tumblr at: thisisawesomeness1825

#my fic #percabeth #oops i (fake) love you #pjo #fake dating au

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Dunno I’ve been thinking and the last book I remember liking by RR was The Son of Neptune bc outsider pov on percy??? I’m always a sucker for those. Also the Leo and Jason parts of the first of HoO; Piper was meh, Jason a little less meh and Leo surprisingly good. But I just lost any major interest in the series with Mark of Athena; it was entertaining but it didn’t thrill me anymore. Maybe I had grown too old? But mostly I think it was so many charas saturating the plot.

But really, The Last Olympian is such a good finale? Of course I wanted to read more of Percy and Annabeth but I was so happy when I finished it... And of course the undervalued Kane Chronicles, whose mythology and fantasy I liked even moren although the charas weren’t superior; that trilogy deserved so much more.

The nome system, the different specializations and rituals and the way the protags are living gods at different points of the story??? the whole walt-anubis-sadie situation? and zia, omg? The romance is also wonkers in this trilogy, it’s so subtly creepy-wrong and the supernatural vibes... But like, when treated more seriously. Hello Sadie is 13 by book 2 and I completely forgot that bcs she was being romanced by a god and a 15-16 years old, and doing dangerous things and being Isis avatar, and like no way she is that age. Also, Anubis as a 5.000 years old teen is like... no, riordan. It’s still being a bit weird. I wasn’t expecting the kiss >_< You could’ve made it an interesting exploration of the mutable qualities of the egyptian gods and the lack of like, modern standards of behavior, and then go ahead with the Walt-Anubis plotline. And after PJO and seeing the results of god-human unions... Play with what it means, but for the love of god, Sadie’s age >.>

But I loved her being obsessed with Adele bcs by then I was too. XD

TW INCEST. Here I go off the rails speculating for a parragraph on ancient egypt royalty and the kanes, if you don’t want to read it, close the tab or scroll past it, it’s nothing too dark, nor it’s explicit in any case. More like the result of reading too much weird fic.

And really that no one (no god ever) ever mentioned the practice of marrying family in egyptian dynasties to horrorize or joke a little to carter and sadie? (i know my mind is perturbed but these two see each other when? once, twice a year a bit more in the lucky ones? honestly if this was and adult or even ya and the author another it’d been an interesting conflict treated seriously. keeping canon ending pairs et all!!) Although carter knows for sure and just hasn’t clocked in what it means they’re the blood of pharaohs. Yup your ancestors x-generation removed were into incest for purity reasons. And know you’re the incarnation of the horus-pharaoh in earth too. Enjoy! (this is like in yu-gi-oh!! fandom where we pretend the concept didn’t exist bcs too serious and creepy to be treated seriously. and like atem died at 15? 16?)

END TW

I guess they did the whole explaining the gods have the same relationship their vessels have with each other by feels-possesion double track influence, so that one is resolved, bcs if not it’d be beyond weird that isis is both their mother and the spouse of their osiris-julius and also sadie sometimes. Like, Kane Chronicles mythology is much much older than in other RR series and it tracks with the undercurrents of the trilogy (crap under the radar i think?) and how the gods acts i think.

But you see the above clusterfuck??? If RR had aged a bit the charas, bc is not as if Sadie is a real 12-13 years old, more like a 15-16 one at minimum with how she acts and the narrative treats her, and made Carter like 18-19? Thinking about what he wants out of life and uni, etc because for him it clocks with his arc. Or even older; I think that would be have been better but then it’d be another kind of book. Make Sadie the one starting uni and Carter the one finishing his master in egyptology bcs that’s all he’s known all his life, and he’s interested in it truly, and their father is still the one who wants to reunite the three for Sadie’s birthday going with Carter in plane from whatever university he’s in (could be one in egypt Julius has ties to) and it’s then when all goes to shit.

The conflict, the stakes... You could treat the family conflict and well, the racial aspect of the books in more profundity. Maybe make them biracial but their father is afroamerican and the mother is british but descendant from egyptian immigrants, so yup. You have that connection with the original land of the myths, and Carter and Sadie perspectives on being poc shoe the contrast btwn the sister raised by her mother parents, and the brother by the father. But that’s need much more sensitivity than RR is able of. I wouldn’t dare to write that book alone, that’s for sure.

As I understand it there are more than some problematic elements to RR tendency to diversify his cast without doing profound analysis and research and using sensivity readers so. I’m south european white, I don’t have a real idea of all the messes he made with Kane Chronicles so I don’t have anything more say anything more about this. But yeah, it’d been another demography completely different from the original, and would have needed another author which I think would have suited the mood I get from this trilogy even now.

We all know the errors RR makes like doubling down on romance forever saving the day and female characterization or his well. Well-intentioned if misguided discourse? (that cursed word) I’m all for social justice, but Magnus Chase read like a pamphlet at various points instead of being organically integrated in the story (KC and HoH have sometimes that problem but in MC is really blatant) who am I going to lie, although Magnus has fascinating potential as a protag.

And Alex chara too, plus Hearth and Blitzen. I think he made a full on queer protag quartet without realising it (which is why Blitz and Hearth are those two guys instead of confirming any status. like just besties, or qrp or budding romance, which one? we can’t have full on queer quartet) plus Samira and his poor we’ll call it that, handle of her muslim lifestyle from what I’ve seen from muslim fans reviews. (so, my idea of sadie above wouldn’t been plausible) If she’s gonna marry make her at least older than 20? After finishing uni, which I think is something you usa (noarospec) people do regularly without religion or anything? But really marriages just make me go yikes anyway so. Do away with that plot point you don’t have to follow so exactly the myths.

And so their charas aren’t explored with profundity. Although they could have been really interesting.

And the ending was... meh. The point was the anticlimax, but Loki was well build enough in the two first books and the third was a deception honestly.

But again, I think I also simply aged of his books + started noticing his fails. See above my KC tangent. Curiously I think the PJO books (not HoO) are good as they are... No urge to make charas older or anything. The dysfunction is different in both stories I feel.

I KNOW! It’s because in KC we see the magician society and it’s full of adults and seriousness so it would have fit having two older teens-young adults be the protags, exploring it properly and so Carter and Sadie being the chiefs of the Brooklyn nome and the initiators of the gods path in contemporary times wouldn’t struck me as so weird. The nome politics ;_; We were robbed.

Compare that to the ways PJO with its ephemeral demigod lives and constant death and youth as the one who bring the necessary change for the gods (plus the absence of older demigods coming back to help in TLO, be it bcs they’re done with greek gods or they’re dead, functions really well following Percy since he’s 12 to his 16 birthday and beyond if he had managed to do the roman fussion correctly. Make it so PJO ends with Percy and Annabeth at 16 and HoO alt series, starts 4-6 years later. Because the roman camp and its senate and norms and village are more serious and imply a heavy adult-political presence, with legacies etc; because the gods are starting to forget their promises; bring up the parallels with Luke and mentions of how live has been treating both Anna and Percy. Enrich the world and make the sequel interesting to your original audience who is much older than when they started reading the PJO books.

Well. This is a fantasy...We know RR would never ;_; Although he’s done much for young fantasy. And know I’m searching the impossible fic.

#percy jackson #kane chronicles #magnus chase #tw: incest #meta #rick riordan #PJO

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Because a coffee shop!AU was dancing around in my head the other day, I spent way too much time reading articles and Infographics that talk about what your drink choice (well, mostly coffee choice) says about you.

Anyway here's what I think about the demigods and their coffee personalities after trying to reconcile all the different sources (although bearing in mind I don't drink coffee, so I am struggling to keep straight the various types!)

Espresso--Honest, doesn't suffer fools, a natural leader, fast-paced, gets things done, is occasionally moody, but always on the go and has a small friend circle --THALIA!

Ristretto--No-nonsense, headstrong and won't be swayed from their plans -- possibly Luke?

Macchiato--Likes to be different but not too much, sweet and trendy, quirky and off the cuff, not afraid to stand out, but also comfortable tagging along with others -- sounds like Grover! (Although during his search for Pan I bet he was hitting the hard double-shots.)

Cappucino--The descriptions are super varied here, ranging from authentic, goes with the flow and sociable to strives for truth, obsessive and controlling (possessive maybe?), creative, artistic, makes excellent friends but gets bored with unimaginative people, perfectionist, creative, multi-tasker ... I'm guessing someone who hasn't quite grown into themselves -- any takers? I think really young Annabeth, but she quickly grows into ...

Black coffee--Straightforward, keeps things simple, quiet but moody, minimalist, no-nonsense, impatient, intense and a force to be reckoned with, with grand ideas, confident, strong, sometimes abrupt and dismissive, dislikes chaos, not into fads, more into intregrity, and enigmatic--ANNABETH!!!

Mocha--Fluffy exterior with a core of pure steel, not very practical, lives in the moment, a sweet spot between committed and driven and sweet; can be determined when there's a goal, but also happy to celebrate when it's done; dark, mysterious, and full of surprises--OMG PERCY YES? Though he probably started as a hot chocolate kid

Hot chocolate--A good heart, delight to be around, romantic, seeks warmth, retains their naivete and sees sweetness and goodness in others -- I'm going with HAZEL.

Regular light coffee (cream, sugar)--Very put-together, bit of a dreamer, generally believes people are good, seeks beauty and the bright side of a situation, organised and put together, but likes to cut loose and get a little messy once in a while; strikes a balance between logic and creativity -- JASON.

Tea--Collected and temperate, thinks things through, intelligent, in control of their emotions, enjoys puzzles and loves reading, can concentrate on tasks longer, reliable, good listener--FRANK.

Frappucino--Trendsetter, adventurous and courageous, reckless on occasion, super fun to be around, chameleon-like, lots of positive energy, creative, socially bold, child-like on occasion, fast-paced and always on the move, with a constant buzz and energy and on a high from life -- Hello LEO.

Latte--Likes company, a little neurotic, people pleaser, friendly and outgoing, but wholesome and well-rounded, not that confident, doesn't overanalyse things, comfort seeker, generous with time, goes out of their way to help others, an open book that likes to soften the bitterness of life -- definitely seeing PIPER here (especially in TLH).

Instant coffee--Cheerful and optimistic, laid back, procrastinator, straightforward, traditional in some ways, takes life as it comes, doesn't get lost in details -- sounds like our dear sunny WILL.

Decaf--Torn between doing what they want and what others want of them, likes being in control, worrier, great focus on rules and order, perfectionist, obsessive, very aware, can be overly sensitive -- REYNA.

Flat White--Family oriented, unconcerned about what people think, sociable, loves to spend time with friends -- SALLY (yeah fine, she's not a demigod, but I like her and I think she fits).

I'm missing Rachel and Nico, but I think they may be the more artisan (and possible authentic Italian coffee) types which I didn't really see pop up. I'll have to think more on those two.

#what does your coffee say about you #pjo #pjo character drink choices #demigod drink choices #headcanons #pjo headcanons

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Episode 232

Top 500 Dec 2019

Comics Reviews:

Detective Comics Annual 3 by Peter Tomasi, Sumit Kumar, Eduardo Risso

Shadow of the Batgirl by Sarah Kuhn, Nicole Goux

Usagi Yojimbo Color Classics by Stan Sakai, Tom Luth

A Letter to Jo by Joseph Sieracki, Kelly Williams

Protector 1 by Simon Roy, Daniel Bensen, Artyom Trakhanov, Jason Wordie, Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou

Amazing Spider-Man: Daily Bugle 1 by Mat Johnson, Mack Chater, Francesco Mobili, Scott Hanna, Sanchez-Almara

Avengers of the Wasteland 1 by Ed Brisson, Jonas Scharf, Neeraj Menon

Cap Marvel End by Kelly Thompson, Carmen Carnero, David Curiel

Deadpool End by Joe Kelly, Mike Hawthorne, Victor Olazaba

Doctor Strange The End by Leah Williams, Felipe Andrade, Chris O'Halloran

Weapon Plus World War IV by Ben Percy, Ryan Cady, Georges Jeanty, David Baldeon, Wayne Faucher, Marc Deering

Ravencroft 1 by Frank Tieri, Angel Unzueta, Rachelle Rosenberg, Dono Sanchez-Almara

Cartoon Dialectics by Tom Kaczynski

Horror Double Feature 1 by Travis McIntire, Joshua Werner, Sean Seal

Monstrous Mad Dash by Greg Wright, Ken Lamug

Seeress Embla of the Dead by Kasey Pierce, Jay Jacot

Paradox by Phillip Sevy

Quantum and Woody 1 by Christopher Hastings, Ryan Browne

Vagrant Queen: A Planet Called Doom 1 by Mags Visaggio, Jason Smith

Deep and Dark Blue by Niki Smith

Brina the Cat Vol 1 by Giorgio Salati, Christian Cornia

Additional Reviews: What Did Jack Do?, Doctor Who ep6, Jurgens Thor Omnibus

News: new Cates/Shaw Image book, Bunn controversy, Steve Orlando joins Man of Action, King interview, Strange Adventures goes Black Label

Trailers: Super Bowl trailers

Comics Countdown:

Criminal 12 by Ed Brubaker, Sean Phillips, Jacob Phillips

Conan the Barbarian 12 by Jason Aaron, Mahmud Asrar, Matt Wilson

Shadow of the Batgirl by Sarah Kuhn, Nicole Goux

Dial H For Hero 11 by Sam Humphries, Joe Quinones, Gibson

X-Men 5 by Jonathan Hickman, RB Silva, Marte Gracia

The Deep and Dark Blue OGN by Niki Smith

Thor 2 by Donny Cates, Nic Klein, Matt Wilson

Green Lantern: Black Stars 3 by Grant Morrison, Xermanico, Oliff

Justice League Dark 19 by James Tynion IV, Alvaro Martinez Bueno, Fernandez, Anderson

Olympia 3 by Tony Pires, Curt Pires, Dee Cunniffe, Jason Copland

Check out this episode!

#comics #podcast #podernfamily #rabbittstew

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Anaerobic Fermentation and Other Palate-Bending Processing Experiments

I recall that, in high school, teachers graded essays based on various conventional writing categories — grammar and diction, clarity, organization, etc. But most also gave credit for originality. Often, some friend’s paper would show weaknesses in regard to comma placement, word choice, and clear organization but attract a high grade for originality.

Perhaps you could say that some of the coffees we review this month invite a similar approach to evaluation. If we look at them only using criteria we applied to coffees 10 years ago, we might find many of them rather flawed. Good body and mouthfeel, yes. Usually sweet, but often sour too: think plain yogurt or sour beer. And the aroma and flavor they display is often familiar in detail yet still wildly original in totality — tropical fruits, sweet herbs and spices, and on one occasion a very distinct, dominating collection of notes suggesting the fusion of cocoa, cinnamon and sugar that gives Mexican hot chocolate its distinction. We also had a sample that tasted a lot like gingerbread, and another remarkably like pumpkin pudding (neither is reviewed here).

Rodrigo Sanchez, producer of the Old Soul Co. Colombia Monteblanco Gesha Cold Fermentation. Courtesy of Old Soul Coffee Co.

The New World of Anything-Goes Processing

The source of this month’s striking deviations from the classic coffee profile is a new, wide-open, try-it-and-see approach to processing — the general term for the collection of procedures that transform the moist seed of the coffee fruit to a hard, transportable green bean. More specifically, we are seeing unprecedented experiments with fermentation.

Fermentation is a tricky term with lots of technical caveats, but in the beverage world, it is usually broadly defined as the chemical breakdown of a substance by bacteria, yeasts or other microorganisms. In traditional processing of coffee by the wet or washed method, the freshly skinned or pulped fruit is put into tanks to ferment, powered by whatever yeasts and bacteria are present in the immediate environment. The goal in such traditional ferment is simply to break down and soften the sweet, sticky fruit flesh so it later can be easily washed off the beans before they are dried. Any influence on the taste of the final coffee by the ferment step was disregarded, to the point that many leading technical experts in coffee argued that the fermentation step in wet-processing is a labor-intensive tradition with no discernible impact on taste and that it should be replaced by scrubbing the sticky flesh off the beans by machines called mechanical demucilagers (as is now the practice in many places in the world).

Colläge Coffee’s Joe Funte at his Pennsylvania roastery.

The Beauty of Alcohol Ferment: The New Naturals

Meanwhile, the specialty side of the coffee world was busy heading in the other direction: It discovered the potential beauty of coffees that add a little sweet, alcohol-tending ferment to the cup through the bean being dried in the entire fruit, with the sweet fruit flesh sealed around the bean by the skin. These are the “new naturals,” carefully refined small-batch variations on the ancient practice of drying coffee in the whole fruit. These juicy, fruit-bomb coffees have erupted in popularity at the top end of the specialty market over the past few years. (See our 2010 report, Brandy and Surprises: The New Naturals.) In this case, fermentation, particularly of sugars or carbohydrates by yeasts that occurs while the fruit is drying, produces a lush sweetness, often with a hint of alcohol created by the work of the yeasts, resulting in wine-like, or brandy-like, or any number of other alcohol-associated notes. If, however, through any number of careless practices, the wrong microorganisms become involved in these processes and the fruit molds or rots, we encounter instead the unpleasant-to-repulsive notes common with cheap natural-processed coffees the world over.

The Key Wrinkle: Reduced Oxygen Fermentation

Which gets us back to this month’s experimental coffees. The details of these new experiments vary, but two constants run through them all: First, they are all complex and labor-intensive, and second, at some point the coffee is subject to fermentation with reduced oxygen (loosely called anaerobic fermentation), which encourages the formation of lactic acids (dominant in fermented foods like yogurt, kimchee, sauerkraut, sourdough bread) rather than alcohol (created by oxygen-loving yeasts and dominant in alcoholic beverages). The effort is to partly suppress the action of yeasts in the ferment, which tend to create fruity, alcohol notes, while encouraging, through reducing the availability of oxygen, the action of bacteria that create sweet-tart lactic acids.

How and Why?

Why? Apparently to create new taste profiles in coffee, to explore coffee as an art, and to create a differentiated coffee that will attract more attention and higher prices from specialty roasters. See below for our take on the success of these efforts.

How? Usually by sealing the coffee (sometimes in the whole fruit) inside tanks in which the air and its oxygen is gradually replaced by carbon dioxide, or simply by sealing it in impermeable sacks or bags. Most of the successful experiments we review here involved sealing in tanks.

Manzanita Roasting Company’s Costa Rica Anaerobic wearing the bronze medal it won at the 2019 Golden Bean North America competition. Courtesy of Manzanita Roasting.

More Detail on the How

For example, the Costa Rica Anaerobic process roasted by Colläge Coffee (93), Manzanita Coffee (93) and Black & White Coffee Roasters (93) were all produced by the same farmer from particularly ripe fruit with high sugar content. The skins were removed and the beans, still enveloped in their sugary flesh or mucilage, were sealed inside tanks, where they fermented with limited oxygen, promoting lowered yeast activity but intensified activity of lactic acid-promoting bacteria. The result, in the case of two of the samples, was complex and engaging notes we associated with chocolate, perhaps raw chocolate, plus cinnamon and an exciting array of other spices. In the Colläge sample, this flavor complex struck us as a dead ringer for the cakes used to produce Mexican chocolate that combine chocolate, sugar, vanilla and cinnamon. With the Manzanita sample, a similar engaging range of chocolate and sweet spice notes displayed. The Black & White sample showed a complex we read as a combination of dried apricot and honey, but it, like the other two samples, displayed the same pleasing complexity and sweet-savory depth. (By the way, we did not compare notes while, or even after, we tested these three coffees. We tested the samples separately on different days and generated the reviews separately. Reassuringly, the ratings came out the same and the descriptors overlapped closely in two cases.)

Jason Yu of Dory Coffee at his roaster. Courtesy of Dory Coffee.

With two other samples using lactic acid-promoting ferment, the Dory Coffee Ethiopia Anaerobic (93) and the Lucky Café Colombia Finca El Paraiso Double Anaerobic Geisha (92), the fermentation was carried out in two phases: First, the entire fruit was subjected to fermentation in a sealed container for approximately two days, then it was removed and the skins removed from beans, after which they were placed back in the sealed tanks inside their fruit flesh or mucilage for about another three days before drying. The Dory coffee showed the distinct sweet-spice tendency of the other anaerobic/lactic acid experiments but with a bit less intensity and more balance. The Lucky Café Colombia started with a green coffee from the always aromatically exciting Geisha variety of Arabica, and perhaps owing to the impact of this dynamic variety, or perhaps more to the details of the processing, it displayed a particularly wild and wide range of tastes and aromas, including musk and yogurt, notes that made sporadic appearances in other of this month’s coffees, though less prominently than here.

Apparently, the Small Eyes Café Ethiopia Yirgacheffe Adorsi (92) was sealed inside limited oxygen tanks in whole bean rather than after skin removal, making it an “anaerobic natural,” to use current nomenclature. The lactic acid influence here can be felt in the sweet yet bracingly brisk structure, as well as perfumy, musky aromatics complicated by a sort of strawberry yogurt suggestion.

The Champion of Shock and Surprise

Certainly the most startling and extreme profile among the seven experimental process coffees reviewed for this report is the top-rated Willoughby’s Panama Perci Geisha (96) generated by the relentlessly innovating Panama producer Ninety Plus Gesha Estates. Ninety Plus is quite reticent (okay, secretive) about the details of its processing experiments, but this sample projects with a particular, even disturbing intensity certain of the tendencies cited for the other experimental samples described here. Along with an explosion of pleasingly familiar aromatics (tropical fruit, dark chocolate) come a whole shelf of herb and spice, a yogurt-like lactic-acid twist to the structure, and deep, musky suggestions.

The Tricky Question of Terminology

The innovating edge of the coffee industry appears to have settled on the term “anaerobic fermentation” for the processes I’ve been describing. An alternative name proposed by others is “lactic acid fermentation,” referring to the goal of intensifying fermentation by bacteria that produce lactic acids associated with yogurts and fermented vegetable foods. Those of a technical turn of mind have objected to the term anaerobic because the tanks and bags involved do not eliminate oxygen from the process, only reduce it. In fact, they raise issues about the accuracy of the term “fermentation” to start with as it applies to coffee processing.

Tom Chuang of Small Eyes Cafe at his Taiwan-built Yang-Chia Bella Mini 500 roasting machine. Courtesy of Small Eyes Cafe.

But the language used to describe processing methods in coffee has never been distinguished by its technical rigor. “Natural,” the most widely used term for coffees dried in the whole fruit, is a case in point. For years, I tried to refer to these coffees by the explicit language “dried in the fruit,” but no one took me up on it. After all, “natural” is one word, and it’s a cool word with positive associations; furthermore, it’s an infinitely superior word to “unwashed,” the old industry term for coffees dried in the whole fruit. So if it turns out that the coffee world goes for “anaerobic,” so be it.

Out-of-Competition Standouts

Finally, we celebrate three additional fine coffees supplementing the anaerobic/lactic-acid-processed coffees focused on so far. All three of these coffees benefited from creative variations in the fermentation step, with original and engaging results, though none pushed the envelope quite as forcefully as the seven we review as part of this report.

The Old Soul Colombia Monteblanco Gesha Cold Fermentation (93) embodied a particularly interesting processing variation. Here the fruit, picked at its peak sweetness, was initially fermented in the whole fruit for three days in refrigerated tanks, aiming to complicate and deepen the sensory character of the coffee by slowing down the chemical changes associated with the early stages of processing. In this case, the result seemed to emphasize the deeply sweet yet brisk, complexly savory side of the Gesha profile.

The fine Coffeebar Sidama Naia Bombe Dry Ferment (93) added no water to the fermentation tank and applied other refinements to the drying stage to encourage a particularly spicy floral character and a tart yet juicy structure. Finally, the 94 Fresh Coffee Costa Rica Brunca Finca Vista Passion Honey (93) employed refinements to the drying stage of the honey process (beans are dried with the skins removed but the fruit flesh still enveloping them) to promote a very delicate, chocolaty alcohol ferment balanced by zesty lime.