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pigfacedbitch · 9 months

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Phobia

idea : your phobia relates to your boyfriend's gifted godly abilities.

word count : 0.8k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Leo Valdez / Frank Zhang / Nico Di Angelo x Reader

warning/s : phobia speaks for itself. personally, it's thalassophobia for me. 😓

here is my masterlist!

Jason Grace | Acrophobia (Fear of Heights)

Due to having the same fear as his sister, Jason is completely aware of the dos and dont's when you're an acrophobic.

If you two are forced in situations where you need to be in high places, he always attempts to distract you with anything he can think of.

He prefers embarrassing stories over jokes. His delivery is too deadass and his 'i'm-trying-hard-here-it's-not-funny' look makes you laugh before the punchline.

Knowing that it can be associated with the fear of falling, Jason will reassure you every time that he's going to catch you.

If you did fall, during some battle for example, he will asks you to close your eyes and hold you tighter before slowly bringing you down.

He really lives up to that Superman nickname so much, the others started calling you Lois Lane.

Percy Jackson | Thalassophobia (Fear of Deep Bodies of Water)

Percy would be bummed out. Being the son of Poseidon, he loves to be in the water.

Everything about him— from his favorite hobbies to his happiest of memories, revolves around it and he wants to share that with you.

He plans on taking you on trips underwater; introduce you to the majestic marine creatures nobody else has seen before, unravel mysteries the sea has to offer, and form a big bubble where you can do whatever you want without being interrupted (ehem👀).

But how can he make all of it possible when your fear is literally all of those?

Percy would want to help you get over it. He wouldn't force you but he will at least try convince you.

If you refuse, he will respect that.

But if you accept his help, he'll try to take it one step at a time. Probably by starting to show you how the sea, no matter terrifying it is, is also beautiful place.

Leo Valdez | Pyrophobia (Fear of Fire)

Initially, Leo will laugh. I mean, who wouldn't?

You're a pyrophobic yet you're dating someone who is actually made out of fire?

After he notices that you're not joking, he will begin to be terrified for you. Expect that Leo will be extra careful when you are with him, especially when he is working on something.

His contraptions deemed too dangerous like explosives, will be kept somewhere far away.

As much as he thinks your presence will make Bunker 9 a lovelier workspace, he will understand if you don't want to go there. The essense of it is from the god of fire himself— I mean you need a blast of fire to enter.

He also will refrain himself from using his fire abilities in a fight, making do with his inventions instead.

While pyrophobia doesn't have specific causes, it may be possible that you had some traumatic experience relating to fire. Leo doesn't want to hurt you or make you feel worse.

Frank Zhang | Zoophobia (Fear of Animals)

Frank is confused. He doesn't know that the fear of animals is a thing and would wonder why you agreed on dating him in the first place.

He will ask you tons of questions; what caused your phobia? Are you afraid of all animals, a few, or just one? What can I do? After your conversation, he's going to search more information.

If you're afraid of one animal only, Frank will forget it ever existed. He will never talk of that animal again even when you're not around.

The others will joke about it. Example, if you're scared of snakes—

"What is a snake, Frank?"

"What's that, Leo? I have no idea, so let's never speak of it again."

In the case that you're afraid of all animals (this is a rare condition), he will not use his abilities and will train harder in combat.

When he really doesn't have a choice but to shapeshift in a fight, you two will separate with your friends' assurance that they got your back.

Frank is a nice guy but if someone made an offensive comment about your phobia or hardcore pranks involving that animal? Expect the wrath and rage of Mars.

Nico Di Angelo | Phasmophobia (Fear of Ghosts)

I'm sorry but Nico will slightly judge you. Really, a ghost? What are you, five?

Like Frank, he will ask you what caused your phobia.

He will feel terrible and comfort you if you have the same experience as Reina and Jason, who's loved ones turned into a mania. If it's because of horror movies, he will awkwardly pet your head.

You may think the subject is dropped but Nico will make sure that no ghost will ever come near you.

Having the infamous title 'Ghost King', he will not hesitate to torment and threaten the spirits who try to approach, scare, or talk to you.

He will take you on dates to McDonalds but he will not bring you to any 'ghost business'.

If you want to get rid of your phobia, Nico will summon ghosts who can entertain you; like singers, dancers, those that can do tricks, and stand up comedians.

He will also show you how easily he can bend any ghost to his will, proving to you that there's nothing to be afraid of.

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heartss4val · 7 months

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— GENERAL DATING HC'S (part two)

pairing: percy jackson, annabeth chase, leo valdez, piper mclean, jason grace, hazel levesque, frank zhang (respectively) x gn!reader word count: 3.9k

percy jackson

if anyone is boyfriend coded it's percy.

the way percy immediately squeezes your hand to call your attention the second he spots something he knows you'd love. whether it's your favorite song playing in a store, or the sight of pretty flowers in full bloom, percy's just as excited as you are !!

for some reason, percy really likes to shower you with hugs. whether you're out in public or nestled comfortably in your own cabin, he's quick to wrap his arms around you and hold you close! you can feel his warmth radiating against your skin as he presses his body close to yours, his face nuzzled snugly in the crook of your neck. he just doesn't want to let you go, at least not yet. maybe it's because he feels safe when he's holding onto you, and he doesn't want that feeling to disappear so quickly. not that you mind, though.

percy loovvees to hold your hand in public, like he literally can't get enough of it. no matter where you go, he would effortlessly slip his hand into yours, the coolness of his palm making contact with your own as you walk side by side through camp.

i feel like percy's hands are pretty cool to the touch, so during the colder months he likes to hold your hand and tuck it in his pocket to shield you from the cold. like, he doesn't want to let go, but he also doesn't want you to freeze LMAOO.

percy's kisses are varied. sometimes they're slow, sometimes they're quick or urgent, and a whole lot more. but each time, they're exhilarating. percy also has a habit of pulling and playing with your belt or waistband whenever you kiss, and it always catches you off guard, no matter how many times it happens. even when you're in the middle of doing something else, he'll grab you by the waistband and pull you in for a kiss. and when he's not tugging on it, he'll run his fingers around it, dragging his fingers around the fabric almost teasingly, LIKE GAH ZAMN.

percy lets you draw on his skateboard!! listen, i know he's only mentioned as a skater like twice in the book, but i don't care. he is a skater boy in my heart.

his skateboard is absolutely LITTERED with doodles of your favorite bands, or any other designs that came to mind, as well as temporary stickers that are already starting to fade. but percy doesn't mind at all because it looks cool and you're happy! so that's all that matters to him. he loves looking down at the marks you left on his skateboard with a stupid smile, even if it means he gets hit by a wall because he wasn't paying attention.

when percy is in love, it becomes evident in his every action. he makes it a point to look for your face throughout the day, be it in moments of triumph or defeat. he only wants for you to witness him at his best, and no amount of applause or pats on the back from others can compare to the feeling of your touch; the gentle caress of your thumb across his cheek accompanied by words of praise, are what he craves the most. :(( he wants your validation and approval, but struggles to express it, because behind his front lies just an awkward teen filled with doubts and insecurities, desperate to prove himself to you.

but when he's in the water?? in his ZONE?? that's a different story. his confidence level SOARS. his water powers are in full force, and he's flipping around in the water trying to impress you like a little kid LMAOO.

to percy, you're more than just his partner. the thought of living without you is unimaginable to him, and he refuses to even think about it. his love for you only grows with each passing day, and he swears that he couldn't love you more than already does, yet he knows that he will tomorrow.

annabeth chase

MY GF FR!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

annabeth always loved you, but as time went on, her perspective on you began to shift. she loved the sound of your laughter, and the way you would enthusiastically recount your experiences of the day. there was something in the way your eyes would light up when you spoke, that made her heart skip a beat. at first, she didn't recognize the emotions that were building within her, but the second she tried to deny being in love with you, she realized she was.

meeting you, loving you, finally making you hers—made annabeth have a whole different perspective on love.

she always asks for your opinions first. all the time. she asks for your thoughts on her latest architectural design, questions your perspective on her favorite book. because she values YOU. your input matteres to her more than anyone else's because she knows that you understood her in a way that no one else could. (also i feel like annabeth lowkey mansplains sometimes so she's trying to make up for it lmaoo.)

if your hair is long enough to tie back, she'll match your ponytail to hers. <33 but if not, she'll run her fingers through your hair instead, twirling the edges around her finger absentmindedly. annabeth doesn't like accessories in her own hair, but she loves seeing them in yours !!

she's VERY careful when tidying up your hair. like, if you ask her to brush your hair for you, it'll take her a while because she's so particular about it. she just wants the best for you!! <3

annabeth is the best with cats idc. (doesn't she have two in ttc?) she'll kneel down to pet it, making that "pspspsps" sound to get its attention LMAOO. she'll literally scoop it up in her arms and cradle it like a baby.

if you're allergic to cats or simply don't like them, she'll keep a distance and pretend to share your dislike, meanwhile, she'll already have come up with a cute name for the cat in her head, probably something similar to your own. <33

annabeth isn't really big on pda, but she makes up for it with other acts of love !! she has a variety of love languages, each more prominent than the next, but her go-to move is holding hands. she'll gently pull you along on your museum date, explaining the origins and details of each monument with a proud smile !!

you and annabeth gossip about books. not people. and yes, i am telling the truth, she told me herself. (lie) she'll even read to you while you lay your head on her lap JUST so that you two can talk about it later.

but when it comes to architectural books, sometimes annabeth forgets that not everyone is as passionate about architecture as she is LMAOO. she'd be like, "can you believe that John Poulson bribed people for his work? i would never stoop to that level," and you'd just be sitting there with a polite smile on your face even though you have no idea wtf she's talking about. but she does it because she trusts you, not because she wants to confuse you LMAOO.

annabeth is never easily vocal when it comes to her emotions. while she can be sharp-tongued when expressing her opinions, when it comes to her feelings, most of the time she struggles to find the right words. sometimes, she's not even sure how to articulate what she's experiencing. the sudden rush of emotions she's feeling now, with you, can be overwhelming, to say the least. her love for you is intense, but annabeth wonders if it's enough to fully convey how much she loves you. if she loved you any less, maybe it would be easier for her to express herself. but the truth is, she loves you so much that it leaves her at a loss for words. a daughter of athena. at a loss for words.

leo valdez

this boy practically has permanent heart eyes for you — it's insane.

i think we all know this, but leo's definitely not one to hide his admiration for you. he's basically in a constant state of awe whenever you're around. he thinks you're the absolute prettiest person on earth, and he's LOUD about it. like, before you started dating he definitely looked up one of those cringe pick up line lists at least once in hopes of impressing you. (they didn't work.)

howeverrr, leo's affection for you runs deeper than just your physical appearance. you're not just eye candy to him. he values your inner qualities just as much as your outer ones, and he's always reminding you about it !!

mentioned this in pt 1, but this boy is an incredible cook and EVERYONE knows it. because of that, he's super perceptive when it comes to your food preferences, knowing exactly what dishes you love and those that you don't care for. he'll transfer food from his plate to yours because he wants you to enjoy your meal, and he'll and also happily devour any food that you dislike, while simultaneously insulting your taste LMAOO.

like one time you went to the bathroom, came back, and saw that the amount of your favorite food on your plate just doubled. 💀💀

leo loovvees taking photos of you. (let's pretend demigods are allowed to use phones) like, he'll snap away until his phone's storage is filled to the absolute BRIM. if you ask him to delete any unflattering ones, he'll do so but while fervently defending his collection, insisting that he takes so many pictures of you not because he's searching for the perfect shot, but because you look breathtaking from every angle. :((

in addition to his digital collection, leo also has a cherished polaroid board covered in various pictures, but the majority of them feature you. <33

leo spends a lot of time tinkering in his workshop, so if he has any scrap metal laying around (which he often does) he'll stay up late into the night creating something special just for you !!

leo looovveess kissing your cheek with a pronounced "mmMWAH!" sound. onces he's done, he'll turn his head slightly and look at you expectantly, indicating that he wants you to do the same to him. <33

he was probably the first one to say "i love you." in the relationship. he might've said it rather quickly because he was always sure about his feelings towards you even before your relationship had officially started, but he never pressured you to reciprocate. he was willing to wait for you to come to your own conclusion.

but until then, leo never stopped expressing his love for you. every morning and every night, he would whisper a giddy "i love you, mi amor" before rushing off to wherever he needed to be.

once you do finally say the words back to him though, he's grinning like an idiot for an entire two weeks. he'd often repeat his feelings for you, almost annoyingly, just to hear you say those four words he cherished the most back, 'i love you too.'

(also, this image is so leo. yes it's a green flag to me, and no i will not further elaborate.)

piper mclean

piper has a habit of linking arms with you !! like, wherever you go, the two of you are literally inseparable. she also sees it as a way to declare your relationship, because she's proud to be with you and has nothing to hide! <33 she's also a hand swinger fr.

she lets you cut her hair !!! mostly because she secretly loves the sensation of your hands on her face and your fingers weaving through her choppy locks, but also because she trusts your judgement! piper isn't afraid of alternating her appearance, but she especially want to look good for you.

speaking of alternating appearances, you two match outfits. all the time. is it sickenly cheesy? yes. do either of you particularly care? no. even when you aren't wearing matching outfits, you both have a collection of homemade matching jewelry, so both of you are always carrying a piece of each other, even if it's just a simple bracelet. <33

NICKNAMES IN FRENCH >>>> OMGG. her most used include "mon amour" meaning "my love", "mon ange" [my angel] and "ma chérie." [my dear/darling] and yes she is very much aware of the effect she has on you. <33 speaking of, she 100% helps you ace all your french exams. such a good gf.

she tells you all about her family history. piper loves how your eyes light up with genuine curiosity. with you, she feels more appreciated. :(( she'll you all about the culture, customs, and even a few traditional songs.

piper knows she has a good singing voice, but she still feels self-conscious whenever she showcases them in front of others. but when it comes to you? she'll sing all you want, since she feels a huge sense of comfort whenever you're around. whether it's through cuddles or other means, it's in your arms that she feels the most at peace, and it's also where she feels the most comfortable saying, "i love you." !!!

she teaches you how to use a dagger lmaoo. she'll carefully guide you, tell you how good you're doing (sometimes), and even sneak in a few kisses if she's feeling extra affectionate that day!!

piper hates being labeled as a typical daughter of aphrodite. she constantly feels the need to prove that she doesn't fall into the stereotype that comes with being a child of the goddess of love. but ever since you came into her life, ever since she started loving you, you taught her that she doesn't have to be ashamed just because her half-siblings fall into certain expectations. you've shown her that she should be able to be her own person without the restraints of being a daughter of aphrodite. and she might not always express it, but she's entirely grateful for that. for you. after all, we're all just fools in love, and you're the soul who showed her what love should truly be like.

jason grace

ugh, the chivalry radiating off this man is crazyy.

whenever you talk to jason, he always has a way of letting you know that he's listening to your every word. even if he's occupied with something else, he'll make a point to let you know that he is paying attention to you. he'll immediately direct his gaze towards you, and abandon whatever task he was previously engaged in, leaning in closer to you the longer you speak.

even if you try to cut your story short or apologize for repeating yourself, jason will NEVER rush you or make you feel uncomfortable. instead, he'll hold you close with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, encouraging you to keep talking and sharing your thoughts. because jason doesn't mind hearing the same stories over and over again, as long as they're coming from you. <33

and even though he's always paying full attention whenever you speak, his gaze always seems to settle on your lips. and when you smile or laugh, he's completely mesmerized, unable to take his eyes off of you !! like you can LITERALLY see his eyes widen and his lips part, as if he can't believe how beautiful you are, because he can't get enough of you.

jason is the epitome of a gentleman FR!! 🗣️🗣️ he never fails to open doors for you, give you his jacket when you're cold, and even offer his hand as you make your way down the last few steps of the stairs. but that's only the surface level, we haven't even gotten to the real deal yet okayyy??

if you so much as utter a complaint about your feet aching or your shoes being too uncomfortable, he's already kneeling down, his broad back facing you with his hands gesturing for you to climb on for a piggy-back ride. he'll be running around camp like a lunatic, carrying you on his back or in his arms, but he doesn't care because he always puts your comfort and safety first !!

and if you happen to be walking through a cramped space with him in front of you, he effortlessly lifts you up by your arms so you can pass through without any trouble! what's even more impressive is jason's lightning-fast reflexes, especially when it comes to protecting you. if something is about to fall on you, he's always there to catch it before it can even graze you. and if you happen to trip, he swiftly catches you in his arms without making a fuss !!

his protective nature extends to the battlefield as well. even though he knows you're more than capable of defending yourself, he fights alongside you, ready to shield you from ANY harm.

whenever you hug jason, you always get lifted off the ground a few inches. like he almost doesn't realize he's doing it as he hoists you up off the ground with EASE. while you're just dangling from his arms LMAOO.

jason never fails to express his love for you verbally every day, but he also has a way of communicating it without speaking a word. he'll naturally reaches for your hand under the table, stealing quick kisses on your shoulder when no one is watching. even the way he touches you lingers, like he doesn't want to let go. and when you catch him gazing at you, and the transition of his grin to a subtle smirk AURGHJ!!

even before you started dating, jason fell for you and is honestly still falling, wanting you more and more with each passing day. all your flaws, mistakes, and imperfections included, he wants you. and only you.

hazel levesque

hazel is the best gf ever!!! she hypes you up every chance she gets. like, she literally never misses an opportunity to boost your confidence. she finds beauty in the most subtle things, like the tiniest ring on your finger, and truly believes that you look absolutely stunning in it, even if it's not her personal taste since she grew up in a different era. but she's so open to exploring new fashion styles and modern ideas for you, and also so that you guys can match. <33

whenever hazel leans in to kiss you, there's a touch of hesitancy in her movements. not because she doesn't want to kiss you !! she just wants to make sure you're comfortable. :(( she's clearly trying to gauge your reaction and make sure that everything is going well.

she worries that maybe she was too rough last time, (SHE WASN'T AT ALL LMAOO) or that she's moving too slowly this time around. you honestly find it cute how she worries about such small things, and in response, you wrap your arms around her and kiss her back, immediately dispersing ALL her concerns. <33

hazel is soo pretty in red lipstick omg. the way she leaves lipstick prints on your cheeks and playfully pecks at the skin on your neck while laughing is so cute!

hazel wants the absolute best for you! but don't underestimate her, this is the same girl who died to stop gaea at 13, okay? she's so brave. she respects all your boundaries and will always prioritize your safety and comfort first!

horseback riding. all the time. hazel is the only valid horsegirl. she'll go on and on about them, from their behavior and habits to their history.. but nothing makes her happier than seeing you genuinely interested in what she has to say!! she feels so special around you. :(( you've spend countless afternoons horseback riding with hazel. it's definitely one of your favorite pastimes now.

hehe i can definitely see you sharing your interests to her, and even introducing her to modern music/bands. it's probably a shock for hazel to switch time periods and witness the evolution of music. like, there are times when modern songs makes her all shy and stuff. but your love for it has definitely been able to sway her perspectives! she probably picks up matching band shirts or records as souvenirs when returning from her quests. <33

hazel loves hugs !! they often begin with excitement, both of you giggling like children. but as time passes, the embrace transforms into a soft and quiet hold. there's always a subtle competition between the two of you to see who will let go first, and hazel always emerges as the winner. <33

if forever does exist, hazel wants it to be you. her heart is overflowing with a million emotions, all of which are directed towards you. through your gentle guidance, she's learned to appreciate the beauty in even the most ordinary moments. the thought of losing you is unbearable. she never wants to let go of you. not now. not ever.

frank zhang

your guys' first date was definitely at an arcade/amusement park! he's hardcore blushing the entire time, while you totally crush him at all the activities. (he let you win) and, to top it off, he made sure to win you some impressive, oversized stuffed animals at the end!!

frank would pay close attention to all the details about you. like he literally knows stuff that you don't even remember telling him. 💀 even if you mention something in passing conversation, he'll make a mental note of it and remember it later on.

protective!frank standing up for others. anyone he cares about, including his friends and you. :(( he's not an angry person, sometimes he's even a little timid, so seeing him all loyal & passionate for those he loves really makes your heart swell up.

frank also leaves you sweet little notes frequently, and goes out of his way to get you lunch or anything else you might need !! sometimes after a long day, he'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder and asking about your day. <33

bear hugs are frank's thing. both literally and figuratively. he's the kinda person who would wrap his arms around you, and if you don't object, he'll keep holding you tightly while taking a few steps to maintain balance. and before you know it, you'll both be tumbling onto the couch or his bed, with his chest breaking your fall. but instead of feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable, both of you start laughing, with frank hugging your waist even tighter in affection. <33

frank is really protective but in a subtle, non-verbal way. like, he has a habit of wordlessly moving you to the safer side of the sidewalk. and, even if it is not yet dark outside, frank will insist on walking you home, making sure that you arrive safely. he doesn't want to be overbearing, but he's also just genuinely concerned about your safety. :((

frank isn't really a pda guy, but he absolutely adores hand holding! it's a subtle way of indicating that he's yours and you're his. also, there's just something comforting about the feeling of your palm against his, and he finds himself tracing the curvatures of your hand as like it's a map he's trying to memorize. it's a small gesture, but it means the world to him !!

frank does almost every subtle manner. oh, you need a hair tie? he's pulling off one of yours from his wrist. having trouble carrying groceries? he's already there. it's like he has a 6th sense for when you're even slightly uncomfortable.

you're frank's safe place. he can literally feel his worries and fears melt away as you hold each other. you're all he ever wanted love to be, and he knows that as long as he lives, he'll love you.

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brodieland · 15 days

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader Synopsis: Where the plan of 'taming the shrew' commenced. Leo and Charles go around finding you a perfect match for Charles to snoop in on Silena!!! Warning(s): just swearing Word Count: 1170 A/N: readers only mentioned in the beginning, just a quick roll over from how the plan started. and silena and Charles should've lived idgaf. anyways idk how to feel about this one but fuck it we ball???

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt1

An abrasive feminist who does nothing but hate on men, that's what you were known for. Silena, a beautiful and kind girl who was adored through out school, that's what she was known for.

No one would've guess you two were sisters.

As you walked out of class, music ripping through your headphones, you found your sister out by the parking lot talking with a guy. Luke Castellan to be exact. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as you approached her.

"Yo Silena, time to head home," you crossed your arms as she turned. She knew of your opinion on the single brain-celled men of the town, but she seemed to think the opposite.

"Um, you can go home without me. I have-" she looked back at Luke, flashing a quick smile-, "a ride already."

You rolled your eyes once more, fake gagging as you headed down to your red car. "Whatever."

As you walked off, Charles Beckendorf couldn't keep his eyes off Silena. "She's beautiful."

"Not a chance," Leo said from behind him. "Her dad has a strict rule with no dating. Don't even bother."

"No I need to try. I know I have this."

"Yeah okay, I mean unless you know French your not getting anywhere near her."

"Im a fast learner," Leo couldn't help but laugh at the response.

﹒º. ౨ৎ

As you sat in your car, making your way toward the exit of the parking lot, you saw the most infuriating sight possible. It was your sister riding in that douches convertible. 'Oh what dad would say,' you laughed to yourself.

When you got home, you were sitting in your living room reading a book when your dad walked in with the mail. He saw one with your name on it as your sister walked in late.

"Sarah Lawrence? That's across the country, what happened to staying local?"

"Dad, that's what you decided, this is my dream," your dad turned around, noticing your sisters presence. "Would a certain someone like to announce who drove them home?"

You had a smug smile on your face, though Silena didn't find this so amusing. "Excuse me, what is your sister talking about?"

"Nothing," Silena exclaimed. Your dad gave her the look, the look saying I know you're lying so don't try it. "Luke drove me home."

She groaned and stomped around as your dad continued to drill into your brains how he refused to let you both date till college, absolutely wanting to avoid teen pregnancy.

"The boys here are massive incels who lack the knowledge of a shower, I like being single," you mused.

"God what planet are you even from?"

"Enough, both of you. Sit," your father instructed. "I know you hate the rule so fine, I'll change it. You can date."

Silena started squealing until your dad pointed at you. "When she does."

You snorted as Silena started yelling, "Oh my god, have you met her? She's probably gonna die alone!!"

"Then you'll never date," your dad smiled as he walked off toward his room.

"Can't you just take some tooth-gapped loser on a date so I can go out??"

"Nope," you sang out, popping the p as you walked off toward your room.

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Silena ran into the library where she and Charles met up for their French lesson. "Oh hey, um, Silena."

"Yeah hi. Any chance we can make this quick?"

"Uh yeah, we can just start with some pronunciations, or we can just get some French food and call it a day," Charles chucked, Silena stared narrowed eyed.

"Are you asking me out," Charles started stammering, "It's not like I could even go anyways."

"I thought maybe if you called it French tutoring then-"

"At least not til my sister finds a date, so yeah. Never. Going. Out," she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I'm sure it can't be that hard to find her a date."

Silena laughed, "Yeah right. Have you met her? She's impossible."

"I mean there's someone there for everyone, can't be impossible to find her one."

"Are you saying you would?"

"Would what? Find her a date," Silena shook her head aggressively. "I mean, if it means your let out of your prison... I'll do it.. for you."

As she squealed, Charles sat back wondering what the fuck he just agreed to do.

"Dude you're fucked," Leo said as he drank from his juice box. They were sitting in biology together as Charles was starting to freak out. "Why would you promise the impossible??"

"You don't understand. Silena is everything I've ever dreamed of."

"You spoken to her twice."

"Whats your point?"

"My point is we've asked nearly every guy in school, and they all wanna steer clear. You're cooked," Leo went on but Charles wasn't listening. Behind Leo, was a rugged raven-haired boy ripping the frog they were directing in half like it was a rotisserie chicken. He was laughing with his friends, two burly dudes. One looking like the perfect American boy, and the other with a cute baby face.

"I've found our guy," Charles pointed toward him. Leo just raised his brows.

"Dude, that kid literally went missing for like 8 months. Are you sure?"

"Whats his name?"

"Percy Jackson."

"I'm sure. I'm telling you. Got any ideas to convince him?"

"Your not gonna like where I'm going with this."

Leo wouldn't say the plan, so Charles knew it was ridiculous, but it's not like he had another plan. In the cafeteria, Charles watched from a distance as Luke Castellan drew a dick on Leo's face. When he came back, dick still on his face, he said the plans in motion.

"Okay, now will you please explain," Charles asked.

"We're gonna double agent. I convinced Luke to pay Percy into taking your crazy sister-in-law out on dates. While he's busy coughing up payments, you make your move."

"Lets just hope this doesn't backfire."

﹒º. ౨ৎ

The next day Leo made his way over toward Percy and his two other friends. "Hey guys!"

Leo greeted the three as 'baby face' patted his shoulder. "You guys know each other?"

"You know, I'm the one who got my boy here Frank with his girlfriend Hazel," Leo gloated.

"So you are a matchmaker?"

"A matchmaker, not a miracle worker," Leo rolled his eyes.

"Whats up bro?"

"I assumed Luke spoke to you," Percy nodded, clearly confused. "Perfect, we have an idea for you."

"Go on."

"You see my boy here," Leo pointed to Charles. "He'd be a much better option for the 'amazing' Silena. So we need you to make sure Luke can't get his hands on her."

"Dude, I'm getting paid one way or the other, no offense but I can only do so much."

"I'm telling you, stop stressing," the blonde one said. Leo whispered in Charles ear, saying 'thats Jason by the way.'

"Yeah, if you like her, then make it happen," Percy said as he walked off.

"God this is stressful," Charles groaned.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #silena pjo #silena beauregard #Charles pjo #charles beckendorf #charlena

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demons-and-demigods · 29 days

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Demons and Demigods Part One: The Beginning

Sally is Mary's younger sister. I wanted her to be a Winchester but I also wanted her to have grown up hunting more, so. Mary wanted to escape the hunting life and so did Sally. As soon as she turned eighteen, Sally moved to NYC and changed her name from Campbell to Jackson and went no contact with her entire family except for Mary.

Sally and Mary were super close growing up and even once they lived so far apart, they still kept in contact. Sally came and visited Mary and John for the births of Dean and Sam and she was so excited to be an aunt and she was so happy for her sister. But one night, a few months after Sam was born and Sally had returned to New York, Mary called her in the middle of the night crying and told Sally about her deal, she begged Sally to look out for her boys. Sally promised to try.

Mary died.

John and the boys disappeared and Sally tried to reach out and she tried to find them, but John refused to answer her calls and she always seemed to be one step behind.

Then, nearly a year after Mary had died, John appeared at the doorstep of Sally’s shitty apartment, Dean and Sam nowhere to be seen, and told her he was hunting down whatever had killed Mary because he knew it wasn’t some gas leak, he knows what he saw, and he saw his wife burning on the ceiling of Sammy’s nursery with her stomach slashed open.

Sally tries to ask where her nephews are but John keeps dodging her questions and refusing to answer her. He disappears again and she tries to keep tabs on him, she does, but anywhere she manages to track him to, there’s never any mention of two little boys with him and she starts to think that maybe her nephews are dead. (Spoiler: they’re not. When Sally learns just how shitty their childhoods were, she hunts down and murders John ^-^)

Sally mourns her nephews and curses her brother-in-law and prays that Mary can forgive her for breaking her promise.

Eventually, she tries to move on with her life, and she meets a handsome stranger and falls in love because she knows that he’s a god, and she was taught that all gods are cruel, capricious monsters who need to be killed but Poseidon is nothing like that, nothing like she’d been raised to believe and before long she has a little blessing of her own.

She uses what she knows from growing up a hunter to try and keep Percy safe for as long as she can.

She marries Gabe and makes sure she has iron and silver and salt in the house at all times and she has a go bag ready to go for both her and Percy.

He turns twelve. He is dragged into the demigod world and Sally always knew this day was coming but that doesn’t make this any easier. She already lost her sister and her nephews, she doesn’t think she would be able to survive losing her son, too.

Percy is thirteen and Gabe is dead and their lives are better and then one day Sally gets an alert from a search algorithm she had long given up on that a Samuel Winchester was enrolled in Stanford University in Palo Alto, California.

She wanted to reach out, but she had never told Percy about her sister or nephews and she had no idea if Sam knew she existed. She doubted John would have talked about her and Dean had probably been too young to remember her. So she didn’t try and contact him, but she did keep an eye on him and how he was doing.

Four years later, Percy has survived the Great Prophecy and beaten Kronos. (“Mom, when did you learn how to fire a shotgun?” “About ten seconds ago,” she lied. She felt bad lying to her son, but his life was dangerous enough with just the Greek world to worry about, he didn’t need to worry about everything else that was out there. From what she knew, the Greeks were pretty strict about not mixing pantheons, so she hoped that he would never run into any other kind of monster.) He’s sixteen and traumatized but healing and he has her, and Annabeth, and Grover, and all his other friends from Camp. Sam is twenty-two and about to graduate from Stanford as Valedictorian and continue into law school. She sees pictures of him online on Stanford’s website and years books and he has Mary’s smile and John’s nose and she couldn’t be prouder of him even if he doesn’t even know she exists.

Sally has her baby boy, safe and by her side as he heals from fighting a war too young, she has Paul, a wonderful, loving husband that takes care of her and Percy, and she knows that Sam is alive and doing well, free from whatever hell John must have raised him and Dean in, and while she wishes she knew for certain that Dean was alive and okay as well, she was happy with what she had.

But then Percy goes missing.

Annabeth Iris Messages her to tell her that Percy has gone missing from his cabin at Camp, the one place he is supposed to be safe, and they’ve been looking for him for almost a week now but there’s been no sign and the gods aren’t answering anyone’s prayers and Mr. D was called back to Olympus and Annabeth is so sorry but she doesn’t know what to do and Sally deserved to know that her son was missing.

Later that day, she reads a news article from California and learns that Sam’s girlfriend died in a fire exactly like Mary did.

Next up: First Written Scene <3

#dndv #dndv lore #demons and demigods verse #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #sally jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #mary winchester #john winchester #paul blofis

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hadeslegacyhephgirl · 2 months

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I'm fading away, anchor me with your light

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Percy Leo Maria Bianca

The names swirled around him, stabbing. A re-opening of wounds. Achlys stood, hunched, watching, a cold smile gracing her twisted, sobbing features. "So much misery- a perfect specimen"

Nico wanted to scream. He couldn't. His throat was closed and tears refused to come. All he could do was thrash at the smoky name-bonds, as they cut and bruised him, over and over.

"And yet- and yet-"

Faster than he thought possible, Achlys was right there, latching onto his chest and pulling back to reveal anther smoke-name

Will

"No."

Nico thrashed harder. He wanted to scream, to cry, to kill Achlys where she stood.

"Another one, hmm? How much longer will he last until he cracks too? How long 'till he realises that your mine, unlovable and perfect in misery? Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?"

Everything went black, but echoes remained and they were stabbing him and there was no-one who loved him and he was being shaken and it was a monster- a monster - and his fingers were digging into flesh - wait. Flesh?

Nico opened his eyes to a mop of blonde hair and a face set in a grimace of pain. He let go of Wills arm and rolled off the bed, avoiding looking at Will. He was still frustrated at the nightmare, and all the dread and worry and anger bottled up directed itself to both himself and Will, the only living things in the Cabin

"Sunshine?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Nico knew he was being sulky, but right now, he couldn't care less

"Sunshine" "What?" "We agreed that we wouldn't do this anymore"

Nico's anger exploded

"Oh, WE don't do this anymore do we? We talk about things, do we? We eat three square meals, we get the proper amount of sleep, we go to training, we don't practice self harm?

No. WE don't, Will, I don't. And I'm SICK of EVERYONE trying to CHANGE me so it just suits THEM better. I'm sick of it! Take me as I am or leave. And DON'T EVER CALL ME SUNSHINE AGAIN!"

Nico ran out, not thinking to grab his jacket or his sword, disregarding all thoughts except for get away.

He found himself at his personal favorite spot. A secluded clearing on a hilltop, surrounded by boulders.

A tree had fallen in the middle of the clearing, providing a hiding spot that Nico took gladly, collapsing behind it, facing toward the inky black forest, curled into himself against the cold air and icy grass, sobs racking his body

Well done Nico. You just lost Will. Just when he was beginning to be your friend. What hope do you have with him?

Nico cried harder, untill all he felt was empty and all his tears were gone, simply laying there, drained of everything except exhaustion and sadness.

Eventually the first streaks of light began to grace the sky Taunting him.

A crunch of footsteps.

A voice

"Sunshine?"

Will climbed over the log. Of course it was Will.

Will crouched and ran a hand over Nico's arm. Nico was too tired to register the flutter of his heart. Too drained to muster anything but exhaustion and vague sadness as Will pulled him up, still curled into a ball and wrapped him in a blanket that he had magically produced from his pocket.

Will sat and pulled Nico into his lap, cradling Nico against his chest.

"Jason said you might be out here. Well. Either here or at - well- you know."

Bianca's grave The words hung unspoken

Nico sniffled and curled deeper into Wills chest, inhaling the warmth that Will constantly emitted.

Wonderful Apollo powers

He was too tired to insult Will right now.

"You wanna talk about it?"

It was a few seconds before Nico spoke, his voice frail and cracked in the cold pre-dawn air

"It's just- everyone I love- leaves me- and- I just- I can't- don't want to lose you too-" Nico felt Wills arms tighten around him, and a ghost-like kiss pressed to his forehead "I'm not going anywhere Sunshine. Promise" "You can't- make that sort of promise-" "Well, the world can change its rules, 'cause I just did"

At that, Nico broke down again, sobbing into Will's jumper, shudders racking his small frame.

"I-I'm s-sor-rry" "Shh, you don't have to apologise, it's okay. Shh" Will continued to whisper reassurances, rocking them back and forth slightly, brushing Nico's hair.

Soon, Nico's sobs had turned back to sniffles and the sun had finally peeked out from the horizon, illuminating the forest below, making the dewdrops shine in the dawn light.

Will finally broke the silence

"We should get back. Before- you know, they start to worry"

Nico nodded. Will scooped him up and began the long trek back to camp.

Nico buried his face in Wills shoulder, closing his eyes. The steady heartbeat in Wills chest and the slight even rocking of Wills steps soon sent the exhausted demigod to sleep.

#solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #will solace #nico di angelo #angst #hurt/comfort #their so CUTTTTEEE #my babies 🥺

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priincebutt · 5 months

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Thaaank you @firenati0n , @heybuddy-drabbles and @wordsofhoneydew the tag, and I canNOT wait to read everyone's WIPs when they're all finished!! I don't have a ton of WIPs since I'm taking this month a little slowly for my mental health, but I HAVE started a Friends AU, so here's a little snippet from my first one shot for that!

“I’ve gotta break up with Juliet. Again.” Alex tosses his phone onto the kitchen table then thunks his forehead down on it, letting out an anguished sigh. Juliet, his on-again-off-again girlfriend, is trying to get serious with him. It’s the third time she’s brought up meeting each other’s parents this week, and Alex has zero intentions of bringing her around his family. He doesn’t even really like to bring her around his friends, but they all live within a one-block vicinity of each other, so that’s close to impossible. Juliet was a one-night stand that stuck around. At first, she was sweet, but her obnoxious laugh and nasal-y tone got old fast. So over the past five months he and Juliet have gone on a smattering of dates because whenever Alex feels lonely, it’s easy to text her, grab some dinner, and get laid without having to go to a bar and pick up someone random. This past stint was because of Valentine’s Day – all of his friends had dates lined up except him. He refused to be the only one going solo for the holiday of love, so Juliet had gotten a text the week before because Alex didn’t want to look that desperate, and now it’s the first of March and somehow they’re still seeing each other. Again. Nora’s nose wrinkles, and she pets Alex’s head consolingly. “I didn’t realize you were still seeing her,” she observes. Alex tilts his head to look up at her, his eyes wide and pitiful. “It’s hard to dump someone after you used them for a Valentine’s Day date.” “That’s fair,” Nora agrees as her fingers card through Alex’s hair. She’s fussing on her phone with her other hand, nose wrinkled as she sends a text. “I need to break up with Nigel, too.” She heaves a sigh and Henry looks back from his seat on the couch, one eyebrow arched. “You’re still seeing Nigel?” His tone is slightly judgemental, and Nora gives him a sharp look. “Nigel is incredibly good in bed, thank you.” “And that’s fair,” Alex agrees with her. He finally sits up and shoots Henry a scowl as he grabs his phone back. “We can’t all have perfect boyfriends who bring us roses and take us out to fancy dinners, alright Henry?” Alex’s tone is bordering on whiny, mostly because he’s wondering when the hell it’s going to be his turn. Juliet isn’t working out, but he can’t decide if it’s worth being alone again. “Hey, we should break up with them together!” Nora suggests, her eyes alight at the idea of a conjoined uncoupling. “I’ll tell Nigel to meet me at Central Perk in an hour.” Alex sits forward and nods enthusiastically. “That would be great! I hate breaking up with Juliet, she never fucking takes it well.” Alex hurriedly taps out a message to her, asking to meet at the coffee shop on the first floor of their building, and turns back to Nora, disregarding the dirty look Henry’s shooting them both. “Perfect, he’s meeting me there in an hour.” “This is going to be so much fun!” Nora claps her hands, laughing a little as she slaps Alex’s forearm, her eyes bright. “Isn’t it a little masochistic to be excited for a break-up?” Henry calls from his perch on the couch. Nora and Alex’s eyes meet, and Alex’s eyes roll in exasperation as Nora lets out a puff of breath. “You’re such a mood killer, Hen,” Nora says as she sticks her tongue out at him. Percy’s head pokes in from the other room where he’s folding laundry. “Henry? A mood-killer? Never!” With a knowing grin shared between the three of them, Nora, Alex and Percy share a laugh at Henry’s expense, who looks thoroughly displeased as he turns to glare at them. “You’re all terrible!” He chides as he faces the TV again and turns Days of Our Lives up. “Now let me watch Pez’s scenes in peace!” “Yeah, let the man admire my talent and grace!” Percy cries.

Going to go ahead and tag @firstsprinces and leave it open to anyone who may want to participate!!

#wip #red white and royal blue fan fiction #rwrb fanfic #edited this to add the others who tagged me #shamelessly oop #thank you for the tags friends!!!#i went super early today ope

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mrthology · 9 months

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I've seen an uptick of hate for RR and his portrayal of the gods and accuracy to myth, do you have any thoughts on that with how much fic you write and the way you portray the gods? /gen

Hi! I’ve answered something similar to this HERE as well, if you’d rather read that! I haven’t seen any uptick of negativity, but I try to avoid any of the more discourse-y sides of fandom. Mostly because I’ve seen it all before, and while discourse is a valid way to interact with fandom, it’s not how I enjoy PJO!

Short answer: I don’t think a children’s book series is an educational source, nor do I think authors have a responsibility to be 100% accurate when it comes to writing fiction. If someone is looking to RR as their only source for mythological accuracy, that’s a different conversation to have.

Longer answer below the cut!

The books have flaws, and RR has flaws. But, I don’t expect a children’s fiction book to be perfectly accurate. Hell, classists still argue about a lot of the history and myth. New translations change how we think about Greek texts. There are different historical sources, authors and historians disagree with one another, etc.. History is complicated, especially when it’s so ancient! There’s a reason this is an area of study people devoted their lives to, after all.

I don’t see the PJO series as accurate, but I don’t think they need to be. At their core, I’ve always seen them as stories about Percy, and that’s a very human story that resonated with me as a child, and I know it resonated just as much with others. I likewise don’t read any other retellings expecting perfect accuracy (which, considering the subject, is difficult to do lol), but for a story I enjoy. I read Clytemnestra by Constanza Casati recently and it wasn’t perfectly accurate. But I enjoyed the story, I enjoyed the portrayal of a character who’s always interested me, and I enjoyed the author’s writing style. There are Greek (and other) retellings I didn't like for whatever reason, but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong per se, or that people can’t enjoy them as works of fiction.

When I first read the PJO books, I picked them up because I already loved Greek mythology, and I kept reading them for Percy. He was, and still is, a character I adore. That’s why I love PJO, even if as an adult I know they have a lot of flaws, know they’re often wildly inaccurate, and don’t agree with some of RR’s portrayals or takes. I don’t need to! I fell in love with PJO for the characters. Not for a perfect historical and mythological summary, or for a portrayal of the gods I see as relevant to me and my views and beliefs. And, to be blunt, I don’t think that anyone should read PJO or any of the related books as if they’re accurate. They’re not, and they don’t need to be. They’re works of fiction made for children.

My issue with the so-called accuracy isn’t the books; it’s when people claim they should be (or are) perfectly accurate, or when people use them as an actual source. RR has his issues, but if people are genuinely using a kids series as their source for all things Greek Mythology... that’s on them. He’s a children’s author, and that’s where he’s strongest. There are bits I liked, and bits I side-eyed. But the books are meant to get kids reading and having fun. I, and many people in the fandom, simply am not the target audience. I’ve re-read them and have had issues with some things, but those are issues I as an adult have, and that’s okay! They’re not meant for me. They’re meant for kids.

I could also say the same thing (and do) about so many other retellings, and so many other books. Stephen Fry’s Mythos, Madeline Miller and her books, the multitude of girl-boss retellings, and more. I’ve DNF’d some retellings, refuse to read others, and have my issues with some aspects of them. But, I don’t think any of the above authors, or RR, are presenting their books as some perfect historical texts, and I don’t think anyone should read them like they are.

I write because I love to write, and am still in this fandom because I adore Percy as a character and love the escapism and enjoyment it brings me. If someone else gets their enjoyment over debating accuracy in the books, that’s likewise 100% valid. It’s just not for me.

#anon #rick riordan #percy jackson #pjo

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So I love this. Basically everything about it, actually. It is an absolutely fantastic sequence.

First off: Nico implicitly considering the monstrous members of Kronos's army to be his kills in a way that contributes to him being a murderer (since otherwise the Acheron would have no reason to drag that memory to the surface). That fits really well with this book, because there is considerably more of a focus on how gods and demons and even quite a few monsters are still sapient beings. It fits even better given the whole quest at the centre of the book revolves around an immortal being dying and resurrecting down in Tartarus. Under the circumstances it makes a lot of sense both that Nico would be thinking about what it actually means to kill a living, intelligent creature even knowing they'll come back and that Nico has some mixed feelings about it; monsters in an attacking army or no, those are still sapient creatures with thoughts and feelings who are capable of feeling things like fear and pain! Killing them was necessary, and I definitely don't get the impression that Nico feels bad about it, but I like him acknowledging that he did still kill them and they did still feel it. It also feels right that it's Nico who has the thought of the monsters he's killed brought to the surface here in this scene about the guilt and regret our heroes feel for the blood on their hands, much like how in HoH it felt right that it was Percy who was punched in the face with the anger and resentment of the monsters he'd killed over the years.

Second: the deaths Nico and Will blame themselves for are super fucking sad? I've talked before about Will feeling like the people he failed to save as a healer are people he's killed and how incredibly depressing it is that this child (I think he's sixteen in TSatS?) thinks that because he couldn't save literally everyone who's ever gotten injured where he could reach them he's a murderer, but it's just... it's so sad. Will is the best medic in Camp Half-Blood, possibly the best medic across both camps, he does everything in his power to save lives, but even Apollo himself can't save everyone. Sometimes the Fates decide someone's time is up and not even the god of healing can do anything to prevent it. And Will thinks that because he can't save everyone (in other words because he's not better than a god), he's a murderer. And Nico feeling guilty over Bianca's death even though he was on the other side of the country and also ten years old with zero understanding of how his own powers worked is super tragic. If Nico had been in the junkyard with the quest group, the best he could've done was avoid dying with her. There was zero chance of him saving her, and he must know that! But he still feels guilty because he didn't save her. Somehow I did not see Nico blaming himself for Bianca's death to the point where the Acheron could use it to try to convince him he deserved punishment coming, I probably should've.

Third: Will blaming himself for not stopping Nico from killing Octavian is really interesting because it fits nicely into the plot about Will having to learn that he needs to accept Nico's darkness instead of trying to get him to overcome something that is and always will be a part of him? You can't fix your significant other! You also can't fix their murders. Will blaming himself for Octavian's death because he didn't stop Nico and Nico responding to that not by trying to justify Octavian's death but by saying Will isn't responsible for Nico's actions is a fantastic connection back to that theme: whether Nico was right to kill Octavian or not is immaterial. Will isn't Nico's keeper, so Nico's decisions aren't Will's fault in any way. Nico killing Octavian doesn't make Will a murderer just because he was there; hell, he tries to stop Octavian. Octavian refuses to listen to him. I also love how Will does call it murder, because it really was! Nico's one of the finest combatants of his generation, he could absolutely have gotten a skinny little augur armed with a knife away from an onager if he'd wanted to; instead he deliberately let him launch himself, aware that it would be fatal. I don't know if he could be charged with murder for that, I'm not a lawyer, but... yeah, it was murder at least as far as intent goes. But the fact that in this middle school series that in most cases writes around admitting that its protagonists have in fact killed people a book is openly saying "ah yes, our heroes have in fact committed at least one murder" is very good.

Fourth: Nico's thoughts on his own ruthlessness are interesting to me. Like, he's clearly got some negative feelings about his willingness to kill people. He's for sure the quickest of our leads across all the books to go for lethal options, and I think he might actually be the only one (other than Apollo, who is a god and so thinks about these things differently; see him differentiating between killing and murder since as a god there's seen to be less moral issues with killing mortals) to go for lethal options with the intent of killing people; Percy tries to get enemy demigods off the Princess Andromeda before blowing it and all the monsters aboard up (even if Son of Magic later confirmed he failed to actually get any of them to evacuate, since... y'know, he gave them like five minutes' warning and also was their enemy, but it's the thought that counts) and kind of tells himself "Yeah they probably evacuated I hope" and then doesn't really think about it again, and in HoO the POV characters basically treat mortals who came back through the Doors as another form of monster rather than people. To be clear there's nothing wrong with either of those approaches for the topic of the leads killing people in a middle school book (I'd take some issue with them in a book aimed at adults, but 'when is it morally justified to kill' is a lot to put in a book for twelve-year-olds), but Nico's willingness to look at what he's doing and say "This will kill a living person, that is the point of what I'm doing, and I accept that as necessary" is absolutely my favourite of the three. It's about that moment of looking directly at what he's doing and accepting it rather than trying to ignore it or pretend it isn't what it is. But the river is calling him out as worthy of punishment for how willing he is to kill, and since the river only works if you believe you do deserve punishment that means that on at least some level Nico thinks his willingness to kill, even if it's only when he deems it absolutely necessary, makes him a bad person. I actually really like that the Acheron focuses more on Nico's general willingness to kill than it does on any of the individual people he's killed, it suggests some very interesting things about how Nico views the situation; I feel like the takeaway is that while Nico doesn't feel guilty over the people he's killed he feels at least a bit guilty about not feeling guilty, if that makes sense.

Finally: Nico's views on Octavian's death are fascinating. I thought it was one of the deaths the river attacks him with, but it isn't; the fact that Nico's kill is one of the deaths the river uses against Will is a whole other thing, but the fact remains that Octavian isn't a death the river can use to convince Nico he deserves punishment. Neither is Bryce Lawrence, which I've spoken about before and still find just super interesting. Anyway though, I don't think Nico's lying to Will when he says he thinks about Octavian's death all the time (if he was lying I'd expect that to come up in his narration)... but it's also interesting to note that he doesn't say he regrets it, and doesn't deny Will's claim that he doesn't feel bad about it. He just says that he thinks about it all the time. There's not a huge amount to go on since it doesn't come up again (why doesn't it come up again), but personally the way I read that is... Nico doesn't regret Octavian's death, he still thinks it was necessary, he wouldn't have done it if he wasn't completely convinced it had to be done, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been turning it over in his head ever since. To put it another way, he doesn't regret that he killed Octavian... but he might regret that the situation reached a point where killing Octavian was necessary. Maybe what he's constantly thinking about regarding it (at least after the confirmation that Leo's death was ultimately a net positive for everyone involved including Leo himself, since Leo potentially dying because Nico let Octavian yeet himself was definitely something he did feel guilty about) is less "Did he really have to die" and more "Was there anything I or anyone else could've done to head this off before it reached the point where killing him became necessary".

Basically everything about this scene is really good! It's not even two full pages but there is so much to be said about it, it really is one of my favourite scenes.

#tsats #tsats spoilers #nico di angelo #will solace #also i love that nico only doesn't splash will for daring to say he's killed a lot of people by failing to save them #because splashing someone with acheron water would be Unwise. i love how that's his only qualm

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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 1 year

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When you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

Annabeth discussing her family's past with her eldest son.

It was a Saturday night. Annabeth’s father and stepmother were in town, so they decided to invite them over for dinner. She also invited Bobby and Matthew as they all lived in the same state. It was one of the rare occasions she would invite them all. Sure, their relationships had gone a long way, but it still pained her sometimes. But she wanted her kids to know their grandfather not as a monster, but as their grandpa who made a few mistakes.

She also didn’t want them to get in touch with the uglier parts of her life. She was trying to slow down the inevitable. Telling them the whole story of her childhood, would completely change the way they viewed Frederick. And she wanted some peace even for just another year.

Everything was going by smoothly. They had finished eating dinner and they had all spread around the house. Bobby and Matthew were talking with their father, whilst their wives were watching over Lana and Audrey playing outside. Zoe and Theo were on the treehouse with Carolyn, Jenny, Xander, and Rick. But she couldn’t find Charlie. She then heard a door from upstairs slam shut. Zoe caught her gaze from kitchen’s window. Her expression didn’t tell a lot, but Annabeth was sure that it had to do with her twin brother.

“Annabeth?” Percy called her as she had zoned out.

“I can’t wait for him to come talk to us. I need to try talking to him.” She confessed.

They had noticed that Charlie was more distant than usual. He had been like that for a couple of weeks. Both she and Percy had talked to him on several occasions, but he didn’t want to tell them what was wrong. It freaked Annabeth out of her mind as she couldn’t do anything to control the situation. He was her kid and she couldn’t help him out the way she wanted.

“You can talk to him if you want. Take a brownie with you.” He handed her, a plate with two pieces of chocolate fudge brownie.

Annabeth made her way upstairs. She was anxious about how the whole situation was going to end. For as long as she can remember, she could always talk to Charlie, but he had changed. She knew that it was a part of life and that she couldn’t expect that her son wouldn’t grow up. But she missed those moments when it was just the two of them, talking with nobody interrupting or judging them.

She knocked on Charlie’s door and waited for a response. After she heard a muffled come in, she entered the room. “Hey. I brought you brownies.” She placed the plate on his bed. She noticed that his room was messier than usual, but she wasn’t going to bring that up.

Charlie was sitting on the floor, facing the big window with his back on his bed. “Thanks.” He replied quietly. From his expression, she could tell that he was stressed about something.

Annabeth sat next to him. “Do you want to talk about what is going on?” Charlie stayed quiet.

He refused to meet her gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me about your family?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you run away when you were seven?” He asked her.

Annabeth was stunned. She was avoiding that moment, but she was forced to deal with it. Because she had to grow up too fast, she tried to keep her kids as much as she could in the darkness. Keeping them close to her where they were safe. But she underestimated how smart they were. And that if she wouldn’t tell, they would find out either way.

“Yes, I did.”

Charlie seemed even more displeased with the answer. “Why?”

She had no clue how to explain that to him. He managed to catch her off guard and make her lose her words. “I didn’t want to live with my father. I thought I was old enough to do what I wanted. I didn’t feel needed in that house.” He remained silent.

“You were seven. Where did you even go?”

“Thalia and Luke found me.” It was a rather simple answer despite not being completely true. She was homeless. She was chased by monsters. She was cold and scared. But she knew Charlie couldn’t handle that sort of information at the moment.

“What if they hadn’t?” He asked sounding a bit more upset. “What do you mean you didn’t feel needed? Isn’t that in the actual description of being a parent? What the hell did grandpa do when you left.” He paused but didn’t wait for an answer that Annabeth didn’t have. “I get it. It all makes sense now. Why we rarely go to grandpa’s house when we’re in San Francisco and why you meet in a neutral place when he comes here.”

Annabeth hated herself for making her son feel like that. She noticed a tear rolling down his cheek. He quickly wiped it. “Charlie, it’s much more complicated than that.”

“No, it’s not. I just realised I grew up with a grandfather who was abusive to you. Why are still talking to him?” She realised that his hands were shaking, and he couldn’t breathe.

Charlie was the most complicated out of their kids. She was numb growing up. Not showing or feeling a lot of things. She needed someone like Percy who would bring her peace and make her understand that feeling something is human. Charlie didn’t have that problem. He already felt a lot. Too much. He was flooded with sensations too overwhelming to control. He acted like he didn’t care about what was happening around him most of the times, wearing a mask that concealed the raw parts of his character. But he was in pain because of that. He had a sensitive heart that he would never allow anyone to break. He didn’t like becoming attached to people he didn’t know well. And even then, he hid the best of him to make sure that he’d never have to waste his time with repairing what’s broken. Annabeth knew that he wanted to love someone more than every other person on earth, and that when he would allow himself to do so, he would do it with every piece of his soul.

They tried to help him cope with his feelings, but he turned down all of their efforts. She knew that he talked to Percy a lot, but she never asked her husband what their conversations were like. It didn’t matter to her as long as he had someone to talk to.

Annabeth sat closer to him. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” She whispered to him.

Charlie was holding back more tears. “I remember when I was three. I heard the two of you fighting.” He said. “I never thought that it was that serious.”

“It wasn’t that serious. We always fight.” Annabeth tried to comfort him.

“No! Don’t try to justify what he did. Yes, families fight. But you ran away. And he did nothing. That’s not just a family feud, mum!” He choked with tears streaming down his face. Annabeth pulled him close to her. She didn’t know what to say. She just wanted to take away his pain. She hated that her wrongs were the reason he was upset. If there was a way to make all his pain go away, even if that meant hurting herself, she would do it.

“I hate that he gets to have a part in our lives.” She wanted to let him finish. “He stands in our house, and you gave him power. To a man who deserves absolutely nothing from you. You didn’t owe him forgiveness.”

“I didn’t. But I forgave him.”

“You shouldn’t have! He gets to play the big family man and shit. He doesn’t deserve to be proud of you. Of us. He shouldn’t be able to talk about your success like it’s his. He didn’t help you out. Never.” At this point he was practically shaking. He was touching his throat, rubbing his fingers over his Adam’s apple.

“Breathe.”

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. After a long pause he exhaled. “I wouldn’t have forgiven him. Does that make me a bad person?”

Charlie was going through an existential crisis. He was trying to figure out his moral compass, but it was only driving him to madness. Obsessing over the smallest aspects of his life. Something Annabeth had struggled herself. Perfectionism is a monster. The nastiest of all. The one who hides in your dreams and aspirations. The one that manages to make you doubt your success and your hard work.

“No, it doesn’t.” She was putting on her bravest face. He was right. She shouldn’t have forgiven him. But he caught her in a moment of vulnerability and weakness. “When you get older you get to make your own calls about your life. What might seem right to me, may be in a grey area for you. And it’s okay. It’s acceptable. It’s natural.”

He put his head on his knees. “I hate feeling like this.”

“I know.” She didn’t know why he was beating up himself so badly, but she couldn’t force him to talk. The whole point is that he could trust them enough to tell them. “And whenever you feel ready you can come and talk to us. Or if you feel more comfortable we can take you to a therapist. It’s completely up to you.”

“A therapist sounds like a good idea.” He replied. “Can you book me an appointment?”

“Of course.” She smiled softly.

“And I don’t want you to worry about me.” He confessed.

“That’s impossible.” She chuckled.

“Mum-“

“I’ll always care and worry about you. It’s in the description of being a parent.”

“You didn’t ask how I found out. About you running away from home.”

“How did you find out?”

“I’m a horrible person, mum.” He confessed, his voice sounding raw. “I read it in one of the notebooks in the attic and overheard a talk grandpa had with Helen. I think they were arguing about something that had to do with you leaving the house as a kid.”

Her diaries.

She had forgotten their existence. She hadn’t seen them since they moved in New Athens, 10 years ago. It had never crossed her mind that someone would find them and read them.

Charlie Jackson.

That was the only one person in the whole world who could come across a beaten up notebook and read it.

“Do you want to know why I forgave your grandfather?”

“I guess so.”

“He never wanted a kid. At least with a woman he had had two conversations with.” Charlie seemed confused. “Athena has brainchildren. He hadn’t felt any attraction to her. He hadn’t fallen in love. I wasn’t the result of love. I was the result of a mindful conversation. He didn’t care that I was a tiny baby that had nobody in this world other than him. He didn’t feel affection towards me. I was forced on him. He wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Mum-“ He cleared his throat. “That doesn’t make him any less horrible.”

“I know, my angel. But when someday you’re going to fall in love-“

“I’m never going to fall in love.”

“Believe me. You’re going to. And you’ll realise that there is nothing more mind blowing than loving an other person with your whole existence. Your grandfather managed to like me when I was way older. He only fell in love once in his life. And it wasn’t with Athena, or Helen, or any of his kids. It was to History. He only loves his work. And it’s fine. That doesn’t mean, that I have forgotten what I have gone through, but I cut him some slack. He was trying his best, even if it wasn’t enough.” Annabeth felt herself choking, but she managed to hold back her tears.

“He’s a better grandfather to you than he was ever a father to me. I give him this at least.” Charlie didn’t reply to that, but Annabeth was sure what he was thinking. He surely now wished that he wasn’t his grandfather. “You are allowed to feel however you want about your family. But everyone makes mistake, and you have to think before you act. Don’t say something you’ll regret immediately after.”

“Theo likes him. He doesn’t like many people. I am not going to ruin it for him. I am not that heartless.” Charlie said with his voice cracking at the end.

“My perfect miracle, you aren’t heartless.”

“Is it ever going to get better? I hate feeling this way.”

“It’s going to get better. It’s going to take time, but I promise that I’ll always be by your side.”

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heyharoldsboo · 1 year

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I looked over the "evidence". I know there are confusions but I think I got it and I want to make sure I understand. Sorry im the anon who discovered your blog not too long ago.

So Karis, Kayla and Desiree went to school with Percy. Aries when to a different school but was friends with his supposed minor Percy hooked up with. This minor left her to OD and went to hook up with Percy. Aries also claims Percy touched her back and hips, made innuendos and asked her to chill (SA according to her) at a party she attended in his famous basement.

Karis, Kayla, Lena Desiree, Percy, Brycen were all a part of the same toxic messed up group of friends. They all protected Brycen who is an abuser. The girls were victims and are allowed to grow and become better people but Percy is not. Desiree was manipulated by Brycen into protecting him. She even got into a physical fight with one of his victims and messed up a lot of people's lives to protect him. Lena was Percy's gf for a while. Her and Karis were bffs. Karis and Percy apparently also hooked up and Percy lead her on, played with her feelings. He apologized for this later but she didnt accept. (ss shared by kayla, a convo with Karis and Percy) She says this was abuse. I dont know what happened to Lena because Percy and her seem to be on good terms and she somehow still follows Karis and vice versa.

Desiree says that in another timeline, she was raped by Ralph, a friend of Percy. She says Percy let it happen and when she asked Percy for help he said ok I need to ask around because it is a very delicate situation and i have never done this before. (ss shared by desiree of the convo of her and Percy)

So the problems:

-timeline of when these weekly parties were happening because he was in Atlanta filming the Gifted as well?

-no one directly accused him of rape, just being friends with shit people and enabling, letting them live in his house, is that it? but if this Brycen guy was such an ass, why were so many women protecting him? what was 16 year old Percy supposed to do, mind control them all into leaving this guy behind? like what?

-these girls refused to share the rest of their convos with him, just very limited screen shots. He admits to playing with Karis feelings, thats it. With Desiree, he says he has never had to deal wit rape issues before. If he was throwing wild parties every week where girls were getting assaulted, how is this the first time he was having to deal with this? Im confused

-kayla also shared an ss where she tells him "i can tell you who to call if you want this to end, if you are afraid I will out our DMs"...isnt this kind of blackmail? what did she mean by that?

-as for Aries, i dont mean to define what assault means for each person but I dont think what she described qualifies as assault. And when she described it she said she knows it is not violent and that people will say its nothing....this is where im like "she knows what shes doing"

-where were his parents during all this though? did he live alone, im confused

-who leaked his nudes, who had his nudes? how did everything get leaked so fast? was this premeditated you think? the toilet ones are not nudes you send to minor pretty please they were terrible. You send dick pics to girls, not pics after you took a shit. Those were probably for his guy friends.

-the twitter and insta likes accusations I will not even discuss cuz they're stupid and people gotta get a grip

Did I miss anything? did I understand this correctly?

sorry for having to catch up

Anon, that's a really really good recap of this shitshow, honestly!

-kayla also shared an ss where she tells him "i can tell you who to call if you want this to end, if you are afraid I will out our DMs"…isnt this kind of blackmail? what did she mean by that?

Well, I think this was blackmail and extortion. For me, they were trying to get money out of him to not let this blow in the internet.

-where were his parents during all this though? did he live alone, im confused

There are a lot of conflicting statements about how these parties whent and how frequent they were. He was not in the city for long periods of time, so I can't see him giving parties in Toronto every weekend.

His toilet/bathtub pics were leaked in 2019 in a porn website. Others were leaked through ghost accounts during this shithow. And I agree, these aren't "sexy" nudes.

Edit on this helped by my wonderful friend @lilitblaukatz :

On the porn site in 2019-2020 (hard to tell more accurately) were posted CP pictures (about ten of them), all taken in some basement in one session. At least one new of that same series of pictures was posted on Twitter several days after the mess started on Jan 19. Bathroom/bedroom pictures without showing anything inappropriate wasn't on any website. It was leaked with the allegations and exist in a form of phones' photos, not even original photos.

I don't think you missed anything? That's mostly it.

And don't worry about catching up! We're here for you <3

#i stand with percy #percy is innocent #heyharoldsboo

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heliads · 2 years

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Percy Jackson imagine being the new demigod at camp and Percy figuring out that you're a son of Ares.

i could not be happier about this request. omg i have been wanting to write for pjo for FOREVER bless you for asking at last

masterlist

You have been running for quite some time now. It hasn’t sunk in yet, the exhaustion of your legs nor the burning of your lungs, but you have no doubt that it will the second you slow long enough for your mind to do anything but panic. You’re not sure that you want anything but panic; the panic protects you, keeps you safe from intrusive thoughts like the fact that you are in the middle of nowhere with only the rolling hills of nearby strawberry farms to save you.

Supposedly, you’re right on track, exactly where you should be if you are to find your safe haven and avoid an early death. Wouldn’t that be something, to die a half-blood before you even found out what that title meant? You only heard the word for the first time about an hour ago, when your friend Grover showed up and said it was time to go.

You listened to him. You’re not sure why, but you didn’t doubt him for a second. Grover spoke with the calm temper of a general, someone who’s used to having his orders followed. After so many months of seeing Grover timid and shy, always running away from the slightest of sounds and never wanting to go for too long without staying by your side, this sudden change in demeanor was all it took to convince you that you needed to trust him. That, and the hooves.

The hooves are quite a conversation starter all by themselves. Grover has been whispering snippets of an explanation to you in between gasping breaths for air, but he feels the same urge you do to stay silent. Something is after you, something bad. He thought you would have more time. Turns out you don’t.

You cast a despairing glance around you, but no matter how far you run, no refuge appears in sight. Grover keeps claiming that there’s some sort of camp just over the horizon, that the two of you will be alright if you can manage to make it there before dying. You’ve never been known to argue with boys with goat legs, so you keep going. At least the hallucination will keep you entertained while you ponder all the ways your world has collapsed before your eyes.

Despite everything pointing in that favor, though, you’re not entirely sure that you are hallucinating. Strange things have been happening as of late; people you don’t recognize camp outside of your apartment complex, calling out to you even though you’re certain they have no reason to know your name. You wake up in the middle of the night, mouth forming the syllables of a language that you have never spoken before in your life.

Then Grover showed up this morning, and the warning he brought felt like a final clue that you are right, the lines once drawn in the sand have indeed been shifting. Your world is not as it should be, and perhaps at this camp you’ll find the answers you’ve been searching for all along. Answers like where your father is, for one thing, why your mother never mentions him despite the fact that she’s never been afraid to challenge any other topic. Also, why it takes you so long to bleed, why that one time when you were a kid you punched the wall in anger and although the plaster cracked, your knuckles never so much as bruised.

It’s a deceptively bright morning for such truths to be laid bare. The sun is out in full force, shining down on you and Grover, two boys running for their lives as if all the monsters of the underworld were after them. Perhaps they are, Grover refuses to tell you, too afraid that you would grow frightened, or worse, try to take them on. He’s done this sort of thing before, and he claims that the fewer complications there are, the better.

That’s why your mom isn’t here, either. Apparently he helped some boy get to camp a while back and the guy’s mother was injured in a big fight against a monster. Grover has since learned that the best thing to do is just to get a half-blood and run, whatever that means.

It also means that the two of you had to ride out from the city, huddled in a taxi and trying to talk as much as you could without the driver overhearing. Even your best attempts at secrecy didn’t matter for long, though, about an hour or two into the drive your supposed chauffeur gave up and dumped you two on the side of the road. He kept saying something about how it was unusually dark, like bad storms or something were coming. No amount of bribes could convince him to stay.

You think you get what the driver was trying to say, though. Every now and then, you dare to sneak a glance at the woods further from one edge of the road. If you look hard enough, you swear you can see shadows where there should be only light, a thick, teeming mass of darkness that seems a little too lively for a pleasant morning. No wonder the guy wanted to get out of there. You want to leave too.

At last, Grover taps your shoulder and starts cutting up a hill on the other side of the road. You waver for a moment, unsure of where to go. The road has been good to you as of late, and you don’t know what veering from it could mean. To your left, the dark forest seems to grow in size with every passing second. To the right, the rolling hills of strawberry fields start to disappear, thickets of pine and spruce popping up to hide the area from view. The road is the only place that remains clear, although you have no idea how long that will last.

Grover seems confident, though, and that’s good enough for you. Your heels sink into the earth as you run and run. There’s a stitch in your chest that you refuse to name lest it bother you for real, but even in all your pretending, you’re not sure that you can hold out much longer. Grover ditched his fake shoes a while back, and the rhythmic clop of his hooves against the ground serves as a constant reminder that whatever happens, there’s no going back to your old life. You know too much to ever return to such innocence.

You can hear other sounds now, too, a murmuring and heavy breathing that doesn’t come from either of you. Grover urges you on, and now you see something in the forest on your side of the road: the flicker of fire, visible even despite the bright light of the day. As you draw closer, you realize that you’re looking at torches, long lines of them leading up to a stone archway. There’s something written at the top: Camp Half-Blood, although for some reason it takes you a second to read it, like the words themselves are written in a different language.

In fact, you think they are, but the second your footsteps start to slow as you realize this, Grover grabs you by the arm and pulls you under the archway. You feel this strange flicker in your chest as you pass through it, like you walked through a waterfall without touching a single drop of moisture. Your head pounds for a moment, and then you’re fine.

When you look back through the archway, you notice that the outside world looks different. It’s tinted somehow, swirled around as if through mist. It’s not quite real anymore, but then again, nothing feels real at all. Least of all the strange coals of light on the other side, the ones that blink like massive eyes before disappearing again. It appears you made it to the camp just in time.

Behind you, Grover chuckles, evidently just as relieved as you are that the two of you are still intact. “Man, that never gets any easier. We’re here, though. Thank the gods.”

You turn around, confusion lifting your tongue about his last exclamation, but someone beats you to it. There’s a boy leaning against a tree trunk nearby, firmly within the limits of the stone arch, but even without that you’d know he’s the kind of person Grover expects you to be.

This boy has dark hair that barely falls over his face, shadowing eyes of a startling blue-green. He grins at you fairly easily, although there’s something in his smile that tells you he isn’t somebody you want as an enemy.

“Glad to see it, Grover. I just want it known that I was here like you asked, though, just in case.” He says, and Grover snorts.

“And I appreciate it too, Percy, but we were fine this time. I think we’ve got the whole thing down to a science.”

The new boy–Percy– raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t some kind of lesser giant follow you all the way over here last time? I seem to recall a stone club taking out half our strawberries. We need those to sell our ruse, you know.”

Grover rolls his eyes, and you get the feeling that they’ve had similar teasing conversations many times before. “Yeah, yeah. We’re still doing better, though.”

Percy cracks a grin. “That we are. This is your latest charge, then?”

Grover blinks quickly and turns back to you. “Right, I forgot to introduce you. Percy, this is Y/N, Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Percy Jackson. You’ll never find a more sarcastic demigod on this side of the planet. Plus, he thinks he’s incredibly funny.”

Percy frowns. “I am funny.” At Grover’s ill-concealed laugh, his smile returns full force. “And Grover’s a regular comedian as well, trust me. It’s good to meet you, Y/N.”

He holds out a hand, and you shake it without a second’s hesitation. He has a strong grip, but you can match it measure for measure.

“Good to meet you too, Percy,” you say.

Grover claps his hands together. “Well, I’m glad we’ve got all that settled. I need to go meet with Chiron, tell him everything worked out. Percy, would you mind handling the tour?”

Percy flashes his friend a thumbs up. “Favorite part of the day.”

You watch Grover walk off and can’t help feeling a small bit of trepidation. Although this Percy kid seems nice enough, Grover was your only true ally, or at least the only one you knew before everything started to go south.

Percy seems to notice this, and he gently claps you on the shoulder. “Listen, I know this morning has been rough, but it’ll be worth it once you see the place, trust me. You’ll be safe here, and what’s better, you’ll learn more about yourself than you ever thought possible. Also, the camp’s pretty cool.”

He says it with a grin, tilting his head up to look at the torches and pine trees as if he’ll never tire of the sight.

You nod. “Alright, then. Let’s see the camp.”

Percy takes the lead, and you wonder how much time he’s spent here to walk with such casual confidence. He does seem to like the place a great deal, and you’re wondering what could be that great about it when the pine trees fall away and you see the entire camp for the first time.

For one thing, it’s far bigger than you ever imagined. The camp is massive, with several huge sectors all filled with dozens of people all running about, most clad in similar orange t-shirts. There’s a rock climbing platform next to a ropes course, and you can see many pairs of demigods fighting with actual swords further down. A lake sparkles next to a long, sandy beach, dotted with the occasional canoe, some overturned with their laughing occupants dumped into the water.

What catches your attention most of all is the long line of cabins. They all seem to be roughly the same dimensions, although the differences grow as Percy leads you closer to them.

He gestures towards the wide array of houses. “These are the cabins, it’s where you’ll be sleeping. Your cabin is your family, literally. There’s one cabin for each godly parent, so your bunkmates are technically your half siblings. The whole relations thing is weird, though. Gods don’t have DNA, so it’s not like anyone’s all that close, but, well, who knows. If you want, one of the Athena kids can talk your ear off about it for an hour, but it’s never worked out that well for me. I keep spacing out like five minutes into their whole speech.”

Percy leads you down the main avenue, rows of cabins to your left and right. He raises a hand to point out each one as you pass it. “Those two are for Zeus and Hades.”

You frown. “They don’t seem all that full.” Whereas the other cabins seem to have a constant rotation of kids in and out, the first few cabins at the very start of the promenade seem like ghost towns in comparison.

Percy grimaces. “Yeah, the eldest gods swore an oath that they wouldn’t have any kids. A few broke it, but for the most part we don’t have that many.”

You nod slowly. “Which one is your cabin?”

Percy jerks his chin towards a similarly empty dwelling made of blue tinted stone. A trident marks the door, and you know whose it is before Percy even opens his mouth.

“That one, Cabin Three. Poseidon. Like I said, it doesn’t get much traffic. I’m pretty much the only one there, unless Tyson decides to drop by.”

A faint melancholy shadow appears in Percy’s eyes, and you wonder if he chafes at it, being so alone when every other cabin seemed lively and full.

“Are you able to have visitors? Like, can somebody stay the night in your cabin if they’re not a child of Poseidon?”

Percy chuckles. “Usually, we try not to. You don’t know your godly parent yet, do you?” You shake your head, and Percy continues. “Don’t worry about it. Most of us don’t find out for a while. Until then, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay with the Hermes cabin. We’re only supposed to sleep in our own cabins, but Hermes has been known for taking on the others.”

You follow Percy’s line of sight towards what can only be the Hermes cabin. It looks stuffed to the gills, with numerous demigods perched on the front porch, crowded in bunks, and even sprawled on the roof.

You must seem less than pleased, because Percy laughs again. “Don’t worry about it,” he repeats, “most people only stay in the Hermes cabin for a short period of time. I’m sure your godly parent will claim you soon.”

You can only hope that he’s right. Glancing around the rows of houses, you notice a few that Percy hasn’t pointed out yet. “What one’s that cabin?”

Percy glances to your right. “Number Five, the red one? That’s Ares.”

You notice a slight shift in his tone, and grin. “What, not your favorite group?”

Percy shrugs a little too casually. “I’m sure most of them are fine. They’re just, well, pretty violent. Guess that comes with the whole thing of having a god of war for your dad, but still. Plus, Ares is a jerk.”

You arch a brow. “You’ve met him?”

Something like pride flickers across Percy’s face. “I’ve fought him. Not sure I’m supposed to be talking about it, though.”

You mime zipping your lips shut. “I’d never tell a soul.”

Percy laughs. “I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that.”

Percy continues the tour a little longer, looping through the remaining cabins before heading back to the main thoroughfare of the camp. You’ve come to realize what he was saying at the entrance to the place, about how much he likes it here. You’ve scarcely spent half an hour within the camp limits, and you’re already excited to call it home.

This feeling only strengthens when Percy leads you towards the sparring area. He tosses you a few pieces of practice leather armor.

“Normally, newcomers get started with arts and crafts, or maybe learning the camp rules,” Percy says as he straps on some armor of his own, “But that’s never been my style. Trust me, if there’s one thing you want to learn as quickly as possible, it’s how to handle a fight.”

Percy, forgetting that you’re a beginner, tosses you a sword without thinking about it. You can see his eyes widen as he realizes that hurling weapons at you may not be the best way to start things off, but you’ve caught the blade even before he starts to raise a hand in warning. The leather grip slides into your palm as if you’ve done this a dozen times before. You adjust your feet without thinking about it, and when you look up, you’re in the same beginning stance as Percy despite the fact that you’ve never been taught.

Percy arches a brow. “Looks like you may not need that much help after all. Have you ever had experience with this sort of thing? Maybe you took a fencing class or two in school?”

You shake your head. “Nothing. Is that bad?”

Percy just looks contemplative. “No. Interesting.”

You don’t have time to ask him what he thinks is so interesting, because a moment later Percy is slashing at you with his sword and you only have room in your mind to think about making sure you’re not about to be cut in half. You expected a little more explanation about how to not die, but then again, you’re actually doing just fine.

It’s like muscle memory, except you’ve never learned a thing before. You’re acting on autopilot alone, stepping back and parrying one of Percy’s attacks. You wait for him to extend, then launch a counterattack, launching your sword arm forward towards his chest.

Percy grins. “You’re a natural,” he says, then tries to slice your forearm.

Not in the mood to let that happen, you duck and aim at his torso as he moves over you. Percy expects it, and side steps easily. You stand warily, waiting for the next attack. From then on, you lose yourself in the clashing of blades. You’re vaguely aware of a crowd gathering around you, whispers surging about how some beginner shouldn’t be able to take on Percy Jackson without any formal training.

Percy doesn’t seem worried, though, and although you know he’s not going easy on you, you’re certain he’s not trying his hardest, either. He’s just practicing, but you’re fighting for your life. Regardless, this is the most fun you’ve had in years.

You lunge forward with a sudden attack, bringing your weapon down on the guard of Percy’s sword, and you startle him long enough to force his blade out of his hand. The bronze sword clatters to the ground, and you stare at it in shock.

Percy’s staring at you too, and for a moment you think he’s just stunned that you actually did well, but then you notice that your world is suddenly shifting into shades of red. You look around for a source of new light, and realize that it’s coming from you.

More specifically, the red light flooding everything in sight is coming from about a foot above your head. You can just make out the shape of a bloody sword and shield above your head, illuminated in the billowing red light. You’re not too sure what it means, but Percy’s grinning like he’s just guessed the winning lottery numbers.

As you watch, he slowly gets to one knee, and the other campers follow suit. Percy’s voice rings out over the sparring ground, which has grown deadly silent.

“All hail Y/N L/N, son of the war god. Looks like you’ve been claimed.”

The symbol fades away, and the others go about their business soon enough. You’re left with Percy, still confused about what just happened.

At last, you dare voice your thoughts aloud. “So I’m the child of Ares? Ares is my dad?”

It seems bizarre, but Percy nods in agreement. “Yeah. That’s what it’s like to be claimed. Figures that he would wait until you beat me up a little to claim you, just to rub it in.”

He says it good-naturedly, though, and still with that triumphant edge.

“I thought you hated Ares’ kids,” you say.

Percy grins. “I’ve never been so glad to be proven wrong. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There’s nothing like it.”

For once, you’re certain that you agree with him. You’ve never felt anything like this before, but you look forward to chasing that feeling in the days to come.

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doevademe · 2 years

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Prompt : truth serum/no brain to mouth filter (funny there's a goddess of truth with both roman and Greek aspects so it could take place before Nico ever confessed his feeling in BoO)

I can imagine Percy just asking what Nico's problem is and Nico going it's you. Why couldn't Percy just leave him alone in the labyrinth? He would have rotted in his own grief and not cared for once he was absolutely fearless but then Percy had to try to help him and Nico had to start caring in return and he was afraid all over again and then Percy just went missing. Nico didn't this fragile before Percy just rushed back into his life. Now he's always scared of forgetting how to breath for fear of something happening to Percy.

Also a question. Is it okay to use your prompts as a basis for a much longer fic? With crediting you of course

(It's completely okay! The prompts are not mine, after all! And seeing more Percico works is always great!)

The only thing Percy knew for certain was that Nico was upset.

The Son of Hades had sealed himself off inside his cabin and was refusing to see anyone. Percy had been called by some Demeter kids who were worried his bad mood would kill their plants.

Percy was more than a bit annoyed at that. Despite all that Nico had done during the fight against Chronos, it seemed like he needed to keep saving camp every other week to make sure campers didn't cower at his presence.

He was going to Nico because he was his friend, not to help a bunch of ungrateful demigods who didn't see his worth.

"Nico?" He called, knocking on the door.

"I'm here," Nico said from inside, and then cursed. "The door is locked!"

"Are you okay?" He asked, worried. Nico hadn't sounded that distressed in a while. "Are the other campers giving you a hard time?"

"No more than usual," he called. "But I... I can't be around anyone for a while."

"Please open up," Percy tried. There was a pause. "Just talk to me, Nico. What's wrong?"

"I... I have to answer," Nico said softly. There was a click and the door opened. "I have to answer every question truthfully for the next few days... I can't be around anyone like this, Percy!"

Percy sighed in relief as he felt his heart go back to a regular rate. No one had hurt Nico or made him question his place again. He had just been cursed.

"How did you end up like this?" Percy asked, entering the cabin before Nico could lock himself up again.

Nico glared at him, but sat down on his bed.

"Daedalus found an opening between the Underworld and the world of the living while working on one of the spirit highways," Nico explained. Percy sat down on the bed next to his. "These cracks open and close all the time, but with the spirit road passing so close, some ghosts could escape, so I was sent to patch it."

"Sounds easy enough," Percy commented.

"It was supposed to be easy!" Nico exclaimed. "But then, I couldn't find where it was leading, so the only way was to made the crack wider and then pass through."

"It had something in it?" Percy guessed. Nico nodded.

"It led to Aletheia's Holy Well," he explained. At Percy's confused stare, he sighed. "The goddess of truth. She cursed me for breaking her floor."

Percy couldn't help it, he laughed. Nico's glare turned even more deadly.

"It's not funny!" Nico hissed. "I'll be stuck like this until the skeletons I left at the well finish repairing the damages!"

"I-I'm sorry, but these sort of things normally happen to me," Percy said, breathing to control himself. "So I'm glad to not be the only one."

"Okay, now you know," Nico said. "So leave."

"Oh, come on, Nico, it's just me," Percy said. "Don't you trust me to not reveal your deepest, darkest secrets?" he teased.

Nico looked terrified and shoved him to the floor.

"You knowing them would be awful!" Nico shouted before covering his mouth.

"Ow," he winced. "What's your problem, Nico?"

Nico's eyes widened as he pressed his hands tighter around his mouth. He mumbled around his hands, and he wouldn't stop speaking the same muffled word over and over.

Nico gave up and relaxed his hand.

"You are," he said. "You are my problem, Percy Jackson."

"Me? What did I do?" Percy asked, offended. He realized belatedly that he probably should stop asking Nico questions.

"You cared!" Nico said in frustration. "I was fine just wallowing on my own! Wasting away with only Minos and a goal to bring my sister back!"

"Nico..."

"I had already gotten over seeing you as this perfect hero who would save me. I was getting over everything!" Nico kept saying. His face kept getting more and more afraid. "But no, you had to care about me, kept trying to save me, and made me care back!"

"Nico, you don't have to answer anymore," Percy tried, more worried over his friend that anything. "That's enough."

"I wish it was, but I keep talking without wanting to," Nico said, his eyes getting wet. "I'm staying here because I care about you Percy, and because you made me believe you care about me, even if I'm as hated here as I am everywhere else."

"I'm sorry," Percy said. He wanted to hug Nico, to wipe his tears away and lie in bed with him until he calmed down. Nico and him didn't have that kind of relationship, though. "I'm sorry camp isn't the place it ought to be for you... but I'll never be sorry for caring about you."

"Huh?"

"I want you here at camp because I want you to be safe," Percy said. "And yeah, maybe it's the source of your problems, but I can't, won't ever stop caring about you and your safety, Nico."

Nico wiped his tears. His face had gotten red, maybe from all the shouting and holding back.

"I'm glad you care about me," Percy continued. "It means I could get through to you. You weren't fine back at the Labyrinth, Nico. Just full of rage and pain, that you feel this way... well, it makes me happy."

"I was fine... in other ways," Nico admitted. "Being angry meant I wasn't hurting as bad."

"Because of Bianca?" Percy asked, only to immediately hit himself.

"That... and other things," Nico tried experimentally. When nothing else came out of his mind he sighed in relief. "You can't stay here Percy. There are things I don't want anyone to know, not even you."

Percy smiled. He ruffled Nico's hair affectionately. The son of Hades didn't complain.

"Okay, but I'll be back to bring you dinner," he said. "I'll try not to ask questions, but you need human interaction. Sound good?"

"No," Nico said. "But it's acceptable."

"Great!" Percy said. "I'll be back later, maybe even bring you breakfast tomorrow!"

"Why do so much? The skeletons can take care of me..."

"Because you care about me!" Percy sang childishly. He stood up and opened the door. "And I care about you too, isn't that enough?"

Percy left before Nico was forced to answer. Had he stayed, he would have heard Nico say, "No, because I want more than what you can give me..."

#percico #my writing #writing prompt #ask #anonymous #enjoy the pre-slash and angst #with just a few drops of hope... for flavor #Percy cares. He just doesn't know how much

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You rang for a Percy Jackson Bridgerton AU? Long ago, it was said that the Godess of love showed favor on the the Bridgerton family and gave them her blessing. Meanwhile, Violets side was blessed by Hera for being so faithful and nurturing. Now you get to the modern Bridgertons. None of them have been lucky with love. The story really starts after Colin and Eloise find out Penelope is Whistledown and are not happy about it. Poor Penelope can’t exactly tell them she saw horrible futures for them and this was the only way to avoid it. It’s not like she could tell Colin that Marina got knocked up with a demigods child or that Theo was really a monster out to steal Eloise’s soul! Anyways they are ranting to their siblings about this all while walking out of a restaurant when a monster attacks them out of nowhere. Luckily Kate and Sophie arrived in time to save their hides (after getting a frantic call from Penelope). Realizing they have no idea what is going on, the bring them to camp half blood where the Bridgertons luck is about to change.

Cue Michael flirting with Francesca, Benedict trying to find Sophie who keeps alluding him somehow, Anthony being annoyed and turned on by the snarky woman who saved him, and Colin and Eloise now freaking out that Penelope has seen them die or have something bad happen to them. Multiple times. It’s not fun for her. That and Colin is not happy that apparently Penelope frequently gets sent on dangerous quests with the Aphrodite guy flirting with his sister and the brother of the man who knocked up Marina.

Ya'll trying to force me to figure out Gareth and Lucy's godly parents aren't you? Please don't leave me in the dark ya'll, someone please give suggestions.

Okay so since I refuse to do a full on crossover fic, cause I don't got the brain power, ya'll are going to get the vaguest details from Percy Jackson, like world building only stuff.

Some maybe helpful backstory because I don't know how to fit it in. Lady Danbury's family are blessed by Hecate and they are tasked with the protection and training of the demigods. The camp is technically on her land that's been in her family for generations.

So let's set this world up:

Heroes, monsters, and gods. It's the thing of myths and legends but there was no other way to describe that thing that attacked them.

Agatha Dambury ("That's Lady Danbury Bridgertons!") and the woman next to her, who insisted they call her Auntie H, led the eight siblings around the well honestly it looked like a summer camp.

"So why were we attacked by those. . . monsters?" Anthony asked. He could tell his siblings were itching to ask the same thing.

Auntie H gave them a sympathetic smile. "Children of Echidna to be more precise."

Eloise scoffed. "I see you read Lady Whistledown."

Lady Danbury laughed. "The children here would be fools not to. It takes a lot of effort to exposing the disguises monster's and spies' use. While you mortals think it nothing more than a gossip blog it has saved many demigods lives."

"Sirens, Mormones, Chimeras, the names of the Roman and Greek demigods who would rather start a war than live peacefully with their family," Auntie H started listing off. "They all have been listed for the safety of others. So many demigods and legacy children have been saved since we found a way for demigods to use technology, the Lady Whistledown blog included."

"You Bridgertons are a blessed family, quite literally. You all have been born with the blessings of my sister and my niece. Sadly with those blessings it has given you all a certain smell that attracts monsters."

Daphne wrinkled her nose. "A smell?"

"Normally it's only a smell attached to those brats. But with those blessings you all smell like them now."

Ever impatient Eloise lets out a huff. "Whose them and what is this place?"

"This is Camp Half-Blood, well the European camp at least. Our main camp is in the United States since that is where Olympus is located now too, but my family does tend to take trips around the world which more often than not leads to children."

"You keep saying demigods," Colin said. "Do you mean like actual demigods, half mortal and half god? Like Hercules, Achillies, Perseus, and Helen?"

"I see you know our history." Auntie H nodded. "And yes. Camp Half-Blood is where we train the children to survive monsters, creating a safe haven for them."

"So what happens to us? We are not demigods, but you say we smell like them. Should we be worried about them attacking again?" Anthony asked.

"That's what the children are discussing in their meeting right now," Lady Danbury said. "While it won't be all of them the councilors who can come on such short notice have been deciding what we do with you. This is their home after all."

That's when Lady Danbury and Auntie H led them into a room. It was a regular looking meering room. A round table sat in the middle with 11 chairs occupied. Some the Bridgertons recognized, others they didn't. At the urging of Auntie H the Bridgertons took seats.

Lady Danbury tapped her cane to the floor. "Alright, introduce yourselves to the overly blessed Bridgertons."

The first to stand up was someone Anthony recognized. "Simon Bassett, son of Zeus."

The next to stand was a girl with olive brown skin and dark auburn hair. "Ofelia Lopez, daughter of Poseidon."

Next was a bubbly girl with longest hair out of the whole group. "Astrid Grimsson, daughter of Hades."

The next guy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Phillip Crane, son of Demeter."

His friend next to him held no such awkwardness as he bodly stood up and winked at Francesca. "Michael Stirling, son of Aphrodite."

An Indian girl stood up, rolling her eyes at Michael. The Bridgertons reconized her as one of the people who saved them. "Kate Sharma, daughter of Athena."

The next one to stand could only be described as big. "Thomas O'Neill, son of Hephaestus."

The girl after only raised her cup. "Marie Beaufoy, daughter of Ares."

The next one to stand kept her gaze directed at the wall, eyes glazed over. "Penelope Featherington, daughter of Apollo."

The blonde girl stood after, giving Penelope a shoulder squeeze. She was the other one who saved them during the attack. "Sophie Beckett, daughter of Hermes."

The last one with dyed purple hair stood. "Logan Smith, son of Dionysus."

"So have you all come to a verdict?" Auntie H asked.

Simon stood back up. "We have. After learning the Bridgertons have the smell of low-level demigods and having Penelope seeing no future where it turns out in their favor should we turn them away we agreed that the Bridgertons should stay here to at very least learn how to defend themselves."

Lady Danbury banged her cane against the floor again. "Then it's settled. Meeting adjourned."

The demigods got up and gave a word or nod to the Bridgertons as they walked out. Sophie and Phillip helped Penelope onto Michael's back, her eyes still glazed over. The two to stay seated was Simon and Kate.

"I'm going to help the boys get Penelope to her cabin and talk to them about setting up some archery training sessions," Sophie said before running after the other three.

"Is Pen okay?" Colin asked.

"She's just tired," Simon answered. "Penelope's father is the god of prophecy which led her to being born with the power to see the future. We had her over do it today and her gift can wear her out if she searches too many futures at once." Simon snickered at the thought of something. "By the way she does plan to yell at all of you first chance she gets."

"But onto your training," Kate interupted.

Simon plaryfully rolled his eyes.

"We'll start with sword training tomorrow and then work our way around other weapons. Once we find what you all are good at then we'll push forward." Kate stood up. "Prepare yourselves. Just because you're all mortal doesn't mean we'll go easy on you."

"Well isn't she fun," Anthony snarked.

"More fun than our roman family members," Simon joked.

#okay here's the start #if anyone is wondering yes auntie h is hestia #i feel like she would take a more familial title than mr d did #let me know what you guys think and what you might want to see from this in the future #bridgerton #percy jackson au #demigod spouses #bridgerton spouses #bridgerton siblings #lady danbury #agatha danbury #hestia

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