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frozenrose20 · 25 days

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Minor/side character headcanons/possible prompts for the soul.

Lee fletcher is an exact replica of Apollo in his modern form dazzling white teeth, shiny straight blonde hair and sky blue eyes. In contrast, Will Solace is an exact replica of the Apollo you see in the statues of old with curly blonde hair with a rounder more youthful appearance.

Luke had a suspicion of Chris being a son of Hermes what he did not know was Chris inherited more of his father's psychopomp abilities rather than his domain of travel.... While yes, minos and his curse on the labyrinth is what drove Chris to madness the screaming souls of the damned trapped in the maze did help much either.

Katie Gardner and Meg McCaffrey are praised for their abilities of growing plants. Many often Overlook their sister Miranda who has their mother's ability to bring forth the famine and has the ability take life away from her plants in her bouts of sadness just as much as she can give them life.

Children of Apollo have a fear of snakes. Athena's spawn have a fear of spiders and while they'll never admit it Ares children have always been wary of closed spaces.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare was an only child despite this she was often overlooked. when she took the title of Oracle she did not know what that entailed. She didn't know at the time that it would give her in honorary family of siblings but who is she to complain.

At the end of the titan war Will was at a loss he was now the oldest of his siblings yet he had no knowledge on how to be the responsible older brother. Rachel also has no knowledge on how to be an honorary older sister so maybe they can learn together.

When she was younger Clarisse loved when they learned of the iliad she had a copy she would read whenever she was bored. She looked up to and respected Achilles she aspired to be just like him, a strong warrior able to take on anyone. Her only problem was she couldn't understand how he could turn away from a war how he could back down from a fight. When she returns from the Battle of Manhattan she still cannot understand but alas she made the same mistakes as him just liked she had hopped as a child. If in her anger she burned her copy of The Iliad who are we to judge her.

#pjo #toa #hoo #pjo hoo toa #will solace #percy jackson #chris rodriguez #clarisse la rue #lee fletcher #luke castellan #katie gardner #miranda gardiner #meg mccaffrey #rachel elizabeth dare

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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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part three

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The first step should, in all likelihood, be the easiest.

(“I’m not sure this is something you can really plan,” Annabeth had suggested gently, “as much as my mother would disown me to hear it. I mean, everything I did with Percy kind of just…happened.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure the five years of pining misery and fighting off several other people — one of whom was literally me — was a real walk in the park for you.”

“…Plan on.”)

It is not the easiest.

“You’re telling me the flowers…say things.”

If Nico reaches back into the farthest recesses of his memory, as in things that are shoved somewhere between his sister’s soft sobs the one time he got sicker than he’d ever been and has ever been since and the time he’d walked in on Alecto skinny dipping in the Phlegothon, he can vaguely remember a lengthy rant from his stepmother on something called the language of flowers. He had, at that time, assumed she was simply trying to convince him that everything had voices again, and ignored her.

“Yes,” says Miranda from Demeter Cabin patiently. “Every flower has an assigned meaning. More than one, usually. You can say very rude things with flowers.”

Nico perks up, intrigued. “How do you say ‘you’re a fucking c—”

“Okay,” Jason interrupts, plastering a strained smile on his face and slapping a hand over Nico’s mouth. Nico bites him, hard, and the smile becomes even more strained. “We are actually looking for much nicer things to say with flowers. Kind things. Appreciative things. Feelings, you know. Nico?”

He lifts his hand, looking at him in warning as if Nico is going to be quelled by his Stare of Judgement, of all things. Nico stares back at him until he starts to look appropriately cowed, satisfyingly afraid of the horror that lives inside Nico’s eyes, except he — doesn’t.

He doesn’t look scared at all, actually, which is — which.

Nico takes all thoughts pertaining to the issue and shoves them away.

“I need,” he says haltingly, looking back at Miranda. She looks at him encouragingly.

She doesn’t look afraid of him, either, although she glances quickly down at the circle of grass he’s killed by virtue of standing on it and says, politely, “If you could maybe stop that, I would appreciate it.”

Nico swallows, stepping back. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” She swoops down, hands outstretched, murmuring something too soft for him to pick up. Under her gentle fingertips, the grass blooms slowly back to life, tiny strands uncurling and swelling with virility, stretching towards the sun. Even the dirt smells sweeter, like churned garden soil rather than graveyard dirt.

Something dark and bitter crawls up Nico’s throat — he will always need people to clean up after his messes. No matter how hard he tries. Miranda with the plants, Solace with every one of his endless injuries, Bianca with — everything. She cleaned up after him a lot.

She was only twenty-seven months older than him. He wonders how she would have liked being fourteen, and has to choke back the sob that tries to claw its way out of his trachea.

“Not a lot of people have flower language memorized,” Miranda says, dragging him roughly back to the present. Her large brown eyes are back to focused on him, so he forces himself into normalcy and stares back. “And it’s kind of vague, so I need something to start with. Who’s it for?”

“Classified.”

Nico considers, once again, opening up a chasm beneath his feet. His geokinesis is no bene so he’d probably take Jason and Miranda down with him, but. Necessary sacrifices, et cetera.

“Understandable,” Miranda responds without so much as a beat. Huh. Suddenly, he feels bad for considering her collateral. “Just this then: friend or foe?”

Nico looks at Jason. Jason looks back at him, like, dude, seriously. Nico scowls at him and his uselessness.

“Friend,” he says begrudingly. “…More.”

Miranda nods in understanding. “Ah. Will, then.”

Nevermind. Chasm it is.

“Man, I hoped you guys would finally do something,” Miranda continues, oblivious to the ground trembling slightly under her. (Jason, however, appears alarmed, so Nico summons a tiny skeleton hand to grab his ankle in revenge.) “I love Will to pieces, but there are only so many times I can hear him wax poetic about you before it starts to get embarrassing. When we were twelve you saved his life and he actually cried because he didn’t know how to form the words. Just weeping everywhere about your sword and your hair and how you look a little crazy when you smile in battle. Did you know there are, like, a million syllables for brown? I do. He thinks your eyes are a tie between moonstone and agate, in case you were wondering.”

“I have actually heard that,” Jason mumbles, as Nico’s brain whites out and leaves him, tragically alone, to suffer. “I thought he was just super into geology.”

“Oh, he is. He’s a little into everything. There’s a bi joke, for you.”

“Oh, ha, I get it.”

Is that his body, stranded somewhere below him? Hi, body. Good to see you. You look like hell. Feel free to summon your soul back into yourself at any time, that’d be great.

“I am generally bad at functioning,” he admits, once his essence has begrudgingly reattached itself to his cells and his blood stops ringing quite so loudly in his ears.

Miranda shrugs. “I think you’re pretty okay. Once Percy had to get five stitches on his lip because he was half asleep and mixed up his plate and pizza and bit clean through his plate. It only really needed four stitches, but Will laughed so hard he couldn’t focus right and tore the wound a tad before fixing it. By accident.”

Nico tries very hard not to picture that laughter, not to remember the first time he heard Will laugh, not the hundreds of times after; a loud sound, a musical sound, despite his insistence that he has no talents. Laughter like olive oil laughs in the pan, like wind laughs as it rushes through the poplar trees.

Jason nods sympathetically. “Mondays are hard.”

“Please,” Nico begs the both of them. The nerve he’d summoned after the encouragement of his friends is slowly leaking out of his eyeballs and soaking the ground. “I just need —”

He can’t finish that sentence, either. I need to give Will flowers so he knows I have….intentions, with him, is the most embarrassing sentence ever to be conjured by man, and if he has to say it aloud he knows his father will smite him out of pity, as is their deal. It must only be implied, and even then, he could get egged by any member of Cabin Eleven and turn into a breakfast buffet, his face is so godsdamn hot.

“Will, is, like, unbelievably dense,” Miranda says, taking pity on him. She waits for Nico to finish choking, patting him firmly on the back before continuing. “I guess that’s not fair. He can be quite observant, he just has worse self-esteem than you, even, no offense, so if you are trying to seduce him you’re going to have to be very obvious.”

The wheezing that she has just circumvented starts all over again. This time, Jason joins him. Miranda has no qualms or shame — fitting, since Nico has met her mother, who also has no shame about anything. Nico will never be able to forget that she is the goddess of fertility.

“Who the fuck said anything about seducing,” he manages, finally, lungs chilling somewhere on the grass.

Miranda ignores him. “I would usually say something simple like daisies, but they can be representative of friendship and he will for sure assume they are friendship flowers. Hyacinth can communicate a much deeper breadth of emotion, but, uh —” she glances at the Apollo cabin — “I would avoid Hyacinth.”

Nico sobers. Yeah. That would be wise.

“I think roses send a little too strong of a message for your purposes, so I’m thinking carnations. Pink ones.”

Recovering from the implications of the roses — he’s a little out of time, not stupid, he knows what they mean — he looks at her curiously. “What do pink carnations mean?”

She shrugs. “Love and affection, really. Sometimes gratitude, and in some poetry their colouring is compared to a pleased flush.”

Although he expected much more agony in this particular step of the journey (not that their wasn’t a good, healthy amount; can’t feel good feelings for too long if you’re Nico di Angelo, Cursèd, Son of Hades, Prince of the Underworld, Ghost King, Et Cetera, Et Cetera), pink carnations seem surprisingly…right. Love and affection, he can handle that, and if there’s one thing he always is, regarding Will, it’s grateful. Maybe the whole damn camp should be giving him pink carnations.

“Here.”

Sensing Nico’s hesitant acceptance, Miranda swoops down to the ground, digs around a second, shoots a quick prayer to her mother, and waits. A moment later, several blush-pink flowers shoot from the dirt, along with — Nico squints to read it — a book about the history of grain cereals. Miranda looks confused about one of those two things.

“I am constantly plagued by the Ancient Greek Theoi and their various whims,” Nico explains.

“Your life confuses me,” Miranda responds. She hands him the book and the flowers. For once, Demeter’s gift seems to be the less volatile object of the two. “I’m going to go meditate about it.”

“Good call,” says Jason.

“Thank you,” Nico calls, belatedly, to her retreating back. He glances down at the flowers in his hand. “Jason,” he says, voice strained.

He sighs. “Oh, here we go.”

“Jason, I have to move.”

“You’re fine here,” Jason says patiently. He places a hand on Nico’s shoulder and begins to steer him towards the Big House. Nico, distraught, refrains from judo flipping him into a tree.

“I ruin everything I touch, Jason.”

“You helped out with the strawberries just fine last week.”

“Strawberries are not people, Jason.”

“The kids seem to like you. You let them keep weird skulls and rocks and shit they find in the woods, and they like that.”

“Children are not completely incomprehensible sons of the sun, Jason.”

“Will likes you. By his own admission. He thinks — and I’m quoting here — that you’re gorgeous, even when you’re glaring at him and rueing your own existence.”

Nico has nothing to say to that, because he still can’t quite believe that’s true. It’s — surreal. He had no arguments against it, because he knows, objectively, that Will was not lying, and he can see, with his eyeballs, that Will smiles every time they make eye contact, unless Nico did something stupid in which case Will is huffing and muttering about patients and demigods and how increased power is directly correlated with increased stupidity.

Mostly smiling, though.

At Nico. With love and affection and oh, gods, he is going to ruin things so bad.

“Look,” Jason says, stopping them in front of the porch. Nico takes the pause with equal parts relief and panic, turning to him with the flowers clutched to his chest. “You have — issues.”

Nico blinks, waiting for more sentence. Surely that cannot be all of it.

“…Yes,” he acquiesces, when no sentence is forthcoming. “I am an interloper in this timeline. I am an omen of death. I am —”

“Gods, you’re dramatic.”

Nico agonizes.

“You will be fine, Nico, please, I don’t even know what the hang-up is. He said he likes you, there is literally not a single soul in this camp unaware about how much he likes you. Right?”

The rickety screen door of the infirmary bangs open, slamming against the frame, startling them both so hard they cause a slight earthquake.

“Oh, you got them, you got them!”

The overworked and overstressed whirlwind known as William Andrew Solace bursts out of the infirmary, tripping over his own shoes and nearly landing on his face had Jason not caught him.

“Woah, dude,” he says, steady hand on his waist. Nico reacts to that totally normally and Jason’s shadow does not at all try to swallow him. “What’s wrong?”

Will barely responds. “Nico, you are the best, I owe you forever —”

Stumbling out of Jason’s hold, he lunges over to Nico, plucking the flowers out of his hand and spinning right back to the infirmary. In total bewilderment, Nico and Jason follow him, watching as he tosses the bouquet in the air, hands glowing golden, and mutters a quick hymn. The flowers begin to droop, then wrinkle, then fully shrivel up, totally dead as they land back in his hands.

“What the fuck,” Jason whispers.

“Sun-dried is better, but I don’t have time,” Will frets. “Son of sun will have to do. Ha. You, and you, over here.” He points to the nurses desk with the yellowed stems, no trace of a question in his voice. The two of them scramble to comply, ducking under the half-door and standing awkwardly behind the counter as Will clears it off.

“That stupid prank — remind me to kill Cecil tomorrow, Nico, if you don’t mind — has three whole cabins covered in skin welts. I don’t have enough beds for them all, and they need to be quarantined, anyway. I haven’t had time to go get more ingredients in between cabins, let alone time to make more ointment.” Two massive stone mortars slam the counter, making both of them jump, followed by pestles with blunt heads roughly the size of Nico’s fist. “Pulverize the petals as fine as you can.” He splits the dead bouquet in half, handing them each six flowers each. “Petals only, no stems or seeds. I’ll be back in twenty minutes to gather it. Oh, and Nico —”

He pauses for a moment, taking a breath. Hesitantly, Nico reaches out and places a gentle hand on his wrist. Instantly, the worried line between his eyes melts away, and he smiles; tired but radiant.

“I owe you one,” he says softly. “You always know just what I need. I’ve been using rose, ‘cause that’s what we have, even though pink carnations is better, but we ran out an hour ago and I’ve been freaking out cause I —”

“Solace,” Nico interrupts. He squeezes gently. “Breathe.”

He does. Inhale, hold, exhale, breath tickling the hairs in Nico’s arm, causing goosebumps to bristle all over his skin. (The grateful smile pointed towards him at full power has nothing to do with that. Obviously.)

“I’m good. Just — thank you, Nico. You knew exactly what I needed.”

A loud groan sounds from somewhere to the east, in the vague direction of Cabin Ten, and Will rushes off without another word, medical bag stuffed to bursting. There’s a thump, and a quick, “I’m good!” and then the sound of running in flip-flops. Nico ducks his head to hide a smile, turning to the dried flowers.

“Well,” says Jason after a moment. “You tried.”

Nico shrugs. He starts plucking the petals off and dumping them in the mortar, Jason quick to follow his example.

“I’ll just have to try harder next time.”

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part five

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hamletshoeratio · 4 months

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"I want x spinoff, I want a book about y"

I want to meet the woman who had not one but TWO kids with Hermes. Two kids so close in age and are so alike people just assume that they're twins, two kids who are chaos personified, who singlehandedly run the camp shop, who are in charge of the biggest cabin at camp and look after their equally chaotic gremlin siblings plus every unclaimed kid at camp like Lou Ellen a daughter of Hecate and another being of chaos who learnt it all from them, and who take every opportunity to fuck shit up, to prank their camp mates or to steal shit. Their last name, which they get from their mama? Stoll by the way. Neither child notices the pun.

I want to meet Mama Stoll, who saw the chaos, who saw the bullshit Hermes brought into her life the first go around and said tonight's the night let's do it again. She is either the world's greatest cat burglar who enticed the god of Thieves or the messenger god was enchanted by the best god dam delivery woman on the planet. There's no in-between. It was just a bonus that her surname was the perfect pun. Her and Hermes laugh about it. In my head, it's all canon. Regardless, she unleashed two agents of unlimited chaos onto an unsuspecting world, and I love her for it. I take my hat off to her, I kneel before her.

Oh, and the oldest kid, Travis? He's dating a girl called Katie, who is the daughter of Demeter. Her last name? Gardner. Fucking Gardner. She has a sister called Miranda Gardiner, by the way. Mama Stoll finds it hilarious. Her sons still don't get the pun, but at least she gets on with her future daughter in law like a house on fire.

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freddie-77-ao3 · 7 months

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pjo characters as quotes

Thalia:

“I *Audible sigh* I really can’t believe I have to say this, but *another sigh* when someone tells you not to run down the stairs, you do not jump out the window. Thank you.”

"Legally all of us are dead except Percy, so sir, the cops are going to have a lot of trouble finding records of us.”

“For the love of Zeus? What love? He doesn’t have any, except for himself and power.”

Nico:

“As the only person here who did not, at one point or another, have a crush on Luke Castellan, I’m choosing where we’re eating today. And it's Mcdonalds.”

Travis:

“I have to wonder how many ping pong tables Clarisse has destroyed in her time at camp, oh wait no i don’t. The number is thirty-seven”

“I am a very good person, I just choose not to act on it.”

“Good fucking gods- wait no, the gods aren’t good. Uh, fucking gods. Yeah, that seems more accurate.”

Connor:

‘I have enough money to last for the rest of my life, but I have to die by tuesday.’

“I will pay a nickel for the first person to kill me. Please and thank you.”

“I’ve made a lot of bad decisions today. Most of them involve the soda machine at noodles and co.”

Clarisse:

“Oh, me? I’m the tooth fairy, here to steal your bones.”

“zeus may have fucked his way through the family tree but Percy's gonna fight his way through it.”

Clovis:

“Obviously he has harvesting god trauma, I mean: Titan of time, Goddess of Springtime/Queen of the Underworld, Kronide 2.0, Trip-oh something.. “ about nico (Kronos/Persephone/Demeter/Triptolemos)

Miranda:

“All of our most emotional, important, or depressing conversations happen over a ping pong or card game, and I’m not entirely sure that’s healthy.”

Chris:

“What am I? Well, personally I think of myself as human, but I suppose technically I’m only half human, so maybe just a being of pure chaos. As for why I’m on your lawn, I have no clue, sir.”

Cecil:

“Hold on, if I’m jewish, and you’re an atheist, then who’s going to acknowledge the god in the kitchen?”

Drew:

“What? Ignoring a situation? There is no situation and therefore I have nothing to ignore.”

“My fuck, do you remember that time when Miranda bought a parenting book, and then highlighted it and added names according to the issues everyone had? Say what you will about her, but that was the ultimate power move.”

Malcolm:

"I would say get a room but yours is the same as mine, please try to remember that."

"Morning? Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a question. I mean, I know it's morning. But I meant 'good morning'—"

Katie:

“You look delicious… i mean beautiful- wait, pretty? Handsome? Hot? Yeah. You look hot today.”

Percy:

“Who needs health? I have chicken nuggets.”

#pjo #incorrect quotes #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #katie gardner #malcolm pace #drew tanaka #cecil markowitz #chris rodriguez #clovis #miranda gardiner #travis stoll #thalia grace #nico di angelo #connor stoll

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sweetsdereese · 1 month

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Starting the day off early in the kitchens. Pots are already brewing for any camp counselors who want to come grab their mug and get a helping before breakfast.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fanart #pjo fandom #percy series #pjo series #percy pjo #camp half blood #riordanverse #leo valdez #jason grace #annabeth chase #connor stoll #travis stoll #clovis #miranda gardiner #luke castellan

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odysseus888 · 5 months

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Argument where everyone involved is (probably) unrecognizable, yet a canon character

Annabeth: Hello animal jammers! I guess I should just let you know that Percy is gone! Okay bye!

Austin: Oh no! How could this possibly have happened?

Malcolm: No! Not the main character we didn’t respect!

Jake: Wait, no, does this mean… Jason is our new Percy?

Kayla: Don’t say that that’s even worse

Butch: I’ll make a surprise murder during these sort of events!

Clovis: Doing great, Butch, keep those reactions general and uninteresting

Connor: Hey! Be quiet minor characters, Jason isn’t a knockoff Percy

Kayla: Who are you calling a minor character? You’re literally Connor Stoll!

Connor: Excuse me? Nobody knows you exist because all you ever did was set traps everywhere during the Battle of Manhattan!

Kayla: People know your half-brother better than you and he’s dead!

Juniper: Everyone! Everyone! Stop fighting! If we were all introduced during Percy Jackson & The Olympians, we’re all equally relevant!

Shane: What do you know, Juniper?

Christopher: Great job, Shane, keep hating on everyone with a valid argument!

Kayla: Says the demigod who posted on Facebook the other day, “All of these people are posers. I’m the only one worth anything in this dumb camp”

Miranda: Oh look! Here’s cool Kayla stalking people on the internet again!

Mitchell: Miranda you finally spoke!

Malcolm: It’s a miracle! We’ve all been blessed! This never would have happened had we not been having another hour long argument with everybody involved!

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beuatifulbuttercup · 9 months

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Drew: Why do you look like that? Sherman, laying face-first on the floor: Like what? Drew: Like you’re dead. Sherman: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish. Connor: Sherman accidentally called Miranda “babe” in front of everyone today. Sherman: sobs into the floor

Miranda: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city. Connor: Well, that was entirely predictable. Miranda: One of them punched a gang member. Connor: Sherman? Miranda: Drew, actually. Connor: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

Miranda: Are you laughing at that video of Sherman and Connor fighting? Drew: No. Drew: I'm laughing at the comments.

Drew: Yesterday, I watched Connor try to eat a decorative rock from Miranda's potted plant. Sherman caught them, and told them they can't eat rocks. Connor started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.

Drew: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours! Sherman: Six? I only got three! Miranda: You guys got sleep? Connor, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Sherman: Shh, here comes Drew! Miranda: Quick, Connor, start talking about boring nerd stuff! Connor: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. Miranda: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

Miranda: Your smile? It makes my day. Sherman: Your happiness? I live for that. Drew: A room? Get one. Connor: Hotel? Trivago.

Drew: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Connor: I sleep with a knife. Miranda: Both of you are pathetic. Drew: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Miranda: Sherman.

Drew: about Sherman and Miranda They make a cute couple, huh? Connor: They certainly are standing next to each other.

#drew tanaka #miranda gardiner #sherman yang #connor stoll #I just think they're friends #pjo hoo toa #pjo incorrect quotes #sheranda #sherman yang x miranda gardiner

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miraclesnail · 3 months

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1000 Ways to Tell the Stoll Brothers Apart and I Can Name You One, part 45

Just a fic about an outsider POV of the Stolls being lil goofballs and trying to replace Luke as the counselor

#fanficton #ao3 #travis stoll #connor stoll #original characters #stoll brothers #malcolm pace #sherman yang #annabeth chase #miranda gardiner #90% of my OCs I make

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tsarisfanfiction · 19 hours

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Beyond Help

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Will, Miranda Even Demeter's daughter can't heal the flowers of a god's soul when they start to fade. TOApril day 26 - Wilting Flowers. This one is actually set between BOO and THO. Apollo equates his sense of self to the Curse of Delos, so what would that look like while he's being stripped of his godhood?

“I’m sorry, Will.” Will swallowed at the despondent sound in Miranda’s voice as he forced himself to look at her.

She still had her fingers buried in the soil of the planter on the window sill, but there was no sign of the usual spark of life the daughter of Demeter could bring. The flowers stayed drooping and faded, as though they were mere moments from losing their petals and drying up into the shrivelled brown stems of dead plants.

It was normal, a part of nature. Will was familiar with the seasonal nature of plants the same way most people were, used to different flowers blooming at different times of the year, always with some colour to display proudly somewhere.

He had never, ever, seen these flowers wilt before. Logically, he knew that they weren’t the exact same flowers that he’d first seen when he was seven – they’d moved around, had different shapes and clusters – but whatever happened to cause those changes always happened without his notice. Will suspected overnight, when the flowers took on a silvery hue in the moonlight, but he’d never seen them to prove it.

They were his dad’s sacred flowers, as eternal as the god himself. In eight years, they’d never faltered.

But now they were changing, wilting and losing the inherent life that always thrummed through them, and Will’s heart felt like it was being constricted by an ever-tightening serpent the longer it went on.

He’d known that Miranda probably wouldn’t be able to do it, when he’d finally caved and gone to the Demeter cabin for help. They could help any plants to grow, revitalise the soil, whatever was needed – but this was different. This was the flowers of a god, and Will had the horrible, sinking feeling that it was no coincidence.

None of his siblings had heard anything from Apollo since before the Argo II had left camp for the Romans, and their father’s silence had persisted long past the end of the war and Gaia’s defeat.

Still, there was a significant part of him that had hoped she could produce a miracle and restore the life and vitality of Apollo’s flowers. The fact that she couldn’t wasn’t the resigned dull ache he’d thought, but a far more vicious pain.

“It’s okay,” he told her, pushing past the way his heart felt like it was cracking in two, the separating parts being crushed together by serpentine coils as though an organ could compound fracture. “Thanks for trying.”

She pulled her fingers out from the soil, dirt clinging to her skin like it couldn’t bear to be parted from her. Most people would brush it away, but children of Demeter weren’t most people when it came to soil, and Miranda didn’t seem to even notice the specks of brown on her hands.

“Is there still no sign?” she asked him, gently because that was Miranda all over – gentle and caring even if she had a spine of steel behind it. Will thought the state of the flowers was answer enough for that, but he humoured her and shook his head.

“Nothing,” he admitted, feeling his lip tremble slightly. “He’s still silent. The dreams haven’t started again.”

“There must be a reason,” Miranda said. “I’m sure he wouldn’t go silent without reason.” She didn’t even know Apollo, but she’d been in camp long enough to know how close Will and his siblings thought they’d got with their father.

“Yeah,” he said, despondently. “A reason.”

It wasn’t that he thought Apollo suddenly didn’t love them, or had never loved them. That was a thought process too far, even in the current silence, although Will wondered if that was the better option.

Because the other option was the one that haunted Will. No-one had heard of Apollo since the giant banes started appearing, and on top of whoever Apollo’s giant bane was, there was also Delphi, and Python – because Python wasn’t a giant. Delphi was one of Apollo’s seats of power and it had fallen, and no-one had heard anything from Apollo since.

Will liked to think that he’d, somehow, feel it if something had happened to his dad. That the sun would feel different against his skin, or a feeling with an unmistakable meaning sinking into his bones.

(The hurt that came from the wilting flowers, the squeezing snake around his breaking heart, meant something, but Will ignored them, because he wasn’t strong enough to handle whatever they were trying to tell him.)

Miranda fumbled a little bit, a good friend but not one equipped to deal with Will facing the hell that was the rest of his life without the father that was supposed to be immortal, before resting a dirt-covered hand on his shoulder.

She couldn’t promise everything would be okay. Neither of them would ever have believed that, not after two wars and the deaths of too many siblings (Will had lost more, yes, but Miranda hadn’t lost none and even one was one too many; grief wasn’t a competition and Will had never let himself fall into one). “You’ll get through this,” she said instead, with a quiet confidence. “Whatever has happened, whatever will happen, you’ll get through this. And if it gets hard, remember you’re not alone.” She pulled him into a secure hug, and Will felt his shoulders start to shake in companionship with his lip.

He didn’t cry, but it was close.

“I know,” he said instead, with a voice that shook. “Thank you.”

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creativeusernamerighthere · 1 year

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will solace friend group

will lives at camp year round. he was first mentioned when he was around 12 or 13 in tlo, but he was a really good medic at that point, to the point where percy chose him to save annabeth. bc of this, i hc him to have gotten to camp a year before percy did at 9 ish years old. if he’s been staying as a year rounder since then, he probably has some pretty close friends. i think his best friend is lou ellen, but she didn’t get to camp until maybe the summer of tlo. before that, his best friend was a hermes kid who died in the battle of the labyrinth. he’s also pretty close with sherman yang, probably starting from all the injuries sherman got, which made them talk. eventually, sherman became one of his best friends, though will isn’t entirely sure how it happened. he’s also pretty good friends with miranda gardiner, and i think clarisse became pretty protective over him during/after tlo in attempt to make up for not helping during the first half of the battle of manhattan (protecting him especially bc he became counselor of the apollo cabin and she had been feuding with them). she also just likes him. will hates drew until after boo, when she tells him her reasoning for being such a bully. after that he has a weird understanding for her that no one else really gets. they hang out together sometimes and have long conversations or just sit in silence while each doing their own thing. the rest of his friends don’t understand it and ask him why he hangs out with her, to which he just shrugs and says “everyone has their reasons” which explains approximately nothing. he also sat by malcolm from the athena cabin once in school time at camp and they’ve been friends ever since. another friendship that people don’t really get. actually, most of his friendships people don’t understand. sure, miranda was sweet, but they weren’t very close. lou ellen was cool, but sherman yang? an ares kid? people really didn’t get how will got along with all these people, but he did. perhaps the weirdest one though, was connor stoll. in fact, will and connor dated for a bit during the school year before the main quest of hoo (think around the time percy went missing and jason showed up at camp, maybe a bit after). it was really just a fling, but they were pretty cute together, and stayed friends afterwards. will was the only one who could stop connor from pulling pranks. he and leo were also pretty close for a while, and dated for like a week before realizing they didn’t like each other like that and going back to being good friends

to recap: his core friend group is lou ellen, sherman, connor (also his ex), malcolm, leo (not super in the core group but sometimes hangs out with them) and miranda. separately hes close with drew, and has clarisse as an older sister figure

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[ Annabeth tells everyone they have to go to a long counselor's meeting. ] Drew: I can’t come. Annabeth: Why not? Drew: I’ll be washing my hair. Connor: I’ll be holding the towel. Cecil: I’ll be running the water. Will: i'll be making sure no one slips and falls Lou Ellen: i'll be getting the shampoo Malcolm: and someone needs to hold the conditioner Travis: And I’ll be at home trying to get over the fact that nobody invited me to the big hair washing party. Katie: i have to comfort travis Miranda: i have to try to drag katie to the meeting Sherman: miranda might need help Annabeth, turning to Percy: and you? Percy: someone needs to provide snacks for the party. Annabeth: two o'clock. All of you. Be there. Or else.