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jacksonfanficwrighter · 1 year

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The Anti-Villain Persephone Jackson

pt 3.5

“ What does that mean?” I questioned, I heard some snickers rise around the Cabin.

“ It means you are unclaimed,” Lucy said kindly, looking at me with a smile spread across her face. She must have some sympathy for me since I’m new, I guess. “ We don’t know who your godly parent is, until then you stay here.”

“ How long will that take?” I must have been making a fool of myself since some people started laughing and Lucy's smile turned into a small frown.

“ Common,” Andrew said grabbing my hand, “ I haven’t shown you the Volleyball court,”

“ But I-” Andrew grabbed my arm.

“ Let's go.” He sounded irritated. He dragged me far enough to where we were nowhere near the Cabins. I yanked my arm from my hand, touching it in pain, he sure had a strong grip.

“ What the hell is your problem?” I asked, annoyed. He had the same ass boring expression like he always does when he looks at me. He then changes his expressions if I have murdered someone becoming frustrated. I look at him like are you going to say something? Or?

“ Do you understand how lucky you are?” he asked, looking at me.

“ Excuse me?” I said

“ You got to fight a Manticore, do you understand how lucky you are?

“ I’m lucky I almost got killed?” Is this guy serious? I mean yea he’s a bit taller than me and has an athletic fit and looks cute and all, but seriously? Is he crazy?

“ You were lucky you got to fight a monster. As demigods we train to fight-”

I cut him off right there and then- “ Are you crazy or something?” I questioned looking at him. “ I don’t care if ‘As demigods we are trained to fight.’ I never wanted to be a half-blood in the first place. I was never lucky,” I said to gritted teeth

“ You don’t understand the world you live in-”

“ Oh and you do, yea sure dumb ass.”

That must have ticked him off, “ I am the son of Athena, Goddess of strategy and wisdom. I’m anything but dumb.”

“ Good for you” I said sarcastically, “ Maybe it will fit with how crazy you are.”

He looked straight up pissed, Good. I thought to myself. I hate when good looking guys think they're smarter than everyone. What, because he’s the son of Athena, tch my ass. This camp is crazy itself. I wanted to get the hell out of here. He looked like he was about to argue but someone cut him off.

“ Well, Well,” spoke a husky voice. Andrew and I both turn around to see a tough looking guy walking towards. He had dark brown eyes with a tint of red glistening on them. His choppy brown hair was let loose with a red bandana tied. He wore an orange shirt and camo pants and shirt with black combat boots, he was the same guy I saw earlier. The guy with the ugly laugh.

“ Who’s this little punk?” He asked

Andrew sighed, “ Persephone Jackcon, meet Cesar La Rue, son of Ares.”

“ I’ve heard,” I grumbled, “ And it’s Seph.” I complained

“ Tch, this the girl who fought the Manticore, s Bet the Manticore started laughing at how wimpy she is. ” His friends from behind him chuckled as he smirked, Like hell I was going to take that.

“ At least I have fought a Monster, what have you done?” I said, I was the one who was smirking. The laughing dialed down, his friends soon became quiet. Andrew looked at me shocked. Cesar looked pissed, worse from what Andrew looked.

“ You think you're tough.?” Caesar said glaring at me. Stating the obvious, I was most definitely not tougher than Caesar. But being the idiot I am I let my pride get to the best of me.

“ Yea.” I shrugged, he started to square up. His friends around him backed up slowly.

“ Seph-" Andrew said

Caesar cut him off, “ Stay out of this Nerd.” Andrew was about to say something but closed his mouth shut. I handed him my Manticore horn to him as I met his eyes. He had doughtness in his eyes. “ Be careful,” he murmured. “ Stay out of it,” I murmured back, meeting

It was an obvious mistake for Seph to be fighting someone who was much taller and bigger than her. Although as predicted, Cesar swung at her dragging Seph to where the ‘Bathroom incident’ happened. Creating her the ‘ Supreme Lady of the bathroom,’ to where she soaked the Ares kids and Andrew in toilet water. Though she left the bathroom angry with herself and others, it caused an impression of what power she might hold, and who her godly parent might be. Oblivious to the power she might hold, other campers around start guessing which god she imitated the most. Aphrodite? Maybe because of those gorgeous eyes, or Ares, because of the power and strength she held. Maybe even Zues, to what Andrew had guessed, but yet no one had a clue.

“ I want you on my team,” I turned my head to see Andrew standing there, smiling. Smiling? He can smile?

Oblivious to what he was saying, “ Huh?” was all I could say.

He laughed, “ I mean, I want you on my team to capture the flag.”

“ Oh!” I beamed in excitement. We had a sort of warmth feeling with one another as days passed while being in camp. We started to learn more about each other creating a wellbeing friendship. Since Gia is a nymph, I barely saw her. It was nice to have some company around, besides for Lucy, I mean she is also a chill and all but she was much older and she hung out with the senior campers. It was good to have a friend.( Even though they might be a bit bitchy)

#female percy #percy x annabeth #percy x everyone #percabeth #bi percy #pjo fanfic #genderbend pjo #male annabeth #PJO #clarisse la rue #im so lost #wrote this at 3 am #grover underwood #different au #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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myarrowissteady · 1 year

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Nico: ( getting ready to raise an army of the dead )

The fandom: He's so silly.

Nico: ( literally summoning an army of the dead )

The fandom: Your honor, he's just a little guy.

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liesmultixxx · 25 days

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percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug percabeth hug PERCABETH HUG EVERYONE

#percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo universe #riordanverse #annabeth and percy #percy x annabeth #percabeth #percabeth is percabething #finally we get to see how he hugs her back #everyone say thank you to percyseries #them >>>#soulmates #otp

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number-onekidqueen · 2 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

Based on Moth to a Flame by the Weeknd & Swedish House Mafia

Post-tlt!Luke x Apollo!fem!reader

Angst - 3.1k

warnings: making out, Steve is a warning 💀, reader is cheating with Luke, SPOILERS FOR THE LIGHTNING THIEF AND A TINY BIT OF SEA OF MONSTERS.

It wasn’t him.

That was all you could think about as your boyfriend kissed you passionately in front of the whole camp. Sure, he was an excellent kisser, but it wasn’t as nice as it could’ve been.

If it was him, he would’ve known to leave the breathtaking kisses for private. Known that you hated to make a scene. Would’ve put your comfort before his lusty need to kiss you-

You couldn’t think that. He was evil. And he had hurt your terribly. You refused to say his name even now, six months after his departure. He had left you and betrayed the whole camp and was conspiring with Titans, trying to start a war.

Steve…. Wasn’t like that.

You liked him. He was nice and treated you like you should be treated. He was a spectacle to be around.

You still remembered all the drama from when he’d first asked you out. It was a story, all right, just like Steve liked.

You hadn’t been in a great place then. You cried every night over him - you still did - you avoided the Hermes cabin like it was a plague, and you just felt numb and empty every day.

And then he’d asked you out. Steve was from the Ares cabin, and after he had left, the red team had been having a lot of luck with winning Capture the Flag.

It had been another one of Steve’s victories, and he’d been triumphantly waving the flag around before he passed it to his teammate, and drew the camp’s attention.

“So, thanks to me, we get the best chores, best privileges. Thanks Chiron.” And Ares cabin roared as Chiron nodded awkwardly. “Still, I want one more thing. I have to have one more prize. Her. I’d like to ask y/n l/n to be my girlfriend.”

And your friends had talked about this for a while before, how they seemed to just know Steve had a crush on you - even though you couldn’t see it - and how they thought you guys would be perfect together. And how it would help you get over him.

You said yes.

And it was a fairytale from there.

Every time he won Capture the Flag, (which was every week just about) he’d pick you up and spin you round, kissing you. It became a tradition, a victory kiss. And they were long, burning, breathless kisses, and he would continue even when you tired and stopped. He was passionate that way, all about making your pulse quicken. But not as much as did when he-

At dinners in the pavilion, you would share a peck before every meal while you queued. He was always next to you, and although it was kinda dull having him dismiss your friends so he could talk to you privately, at least you had the company right? And you always shared your extra food with him when he was hungry, and sometimes he would try to feed you sandwiches teasingly, which everyone cooed at. You wished they wouldn’t-

On weekend nights, you’d come back with him to Ares cabin secretly, and he’d make out with you in his bed, telling you he deserved his girlfriend after a long and hard week. And you would kiss and kiss and kiss and your lips would be swollen, your head would be spinning and people would roll their eyes and talk about how stupidly in love the pair of you were.

Like a fairytale.

Except, it had a bit of a twist. When he finally tired of your body and lips, and let out a few gentle snores, then you would escape.

You started the habit the first time you couldn’t sleep after one of your make out sessions.

It was idiotic, but you couldn’t fight the way you were still loyal to the traitor you had called your lover, how you felt sick to the stomach each time you felt Steve’s arms around you, tighter and more cage-like than his had ever been. You couldn’t fight the way your mind flitted between the two boys, comparing and contrasting between them to the detail, draining you of your sanity as the night stretched on. Hypnos didn’t bless you with rest, and you cursed the god that had ever created overthinking.

You’d walked out, your arms huddled around you like his should be, and you stumbled in the cool darkness all the way to the beach.

And in the obscurity of the night, you would let your heart break properly, as completely as it needed to. You would sin, become the villain of your own fairytale.

You would whisper his name, over and over and over, as you would tell him everything that had happened to you. Every event that had transpired since he left. Eventually, you’d bring old Polaroids of the pair of you you’d hidden away, and an old flickering torch to view them with. A lot of the time you simply sobbed your heart out, whispering his name again and again into the sands, this beach the only place you could ever continue to love him.

Usually, you were out for a while, bathing in your midnight misery, sometimes until Apollo deigned to let the Sun give light to the sky.

It wouldn’t make you happier.

Once everything was visible, occasionally you stared at the ocean, spotting the distant specks that were ships. You wondered if any of them were his, stupid Princess Andromeda, with all the horrifying monsters aboard you’d heard about.

It was torture, thinking like that. That he was one call away, that you might scream across the waves and he would hear, and yet you were worlds apart.

Once the sunshine heated your skin, you would drown your love in the daylight, and head back to Steve, your… lover.

It was an awful, unhealthy routine. You knew that, and felt so many tremendous ways about it.

But it was also beautiful in a painful way you’d grown to love.

It was much the same tonight.

Relief like a tsunami washing over you, as you began to feel the sleepy inhales and exhales of your boyfriend. The fifteen minutes it took you to softly slip out of his embrace unnoticed, and how they dribbled by slowly. A quick check for harpies, a speedy walk to the beach down the faint path your careful steps had created.

Than the silence.

Agonising, serene silence.

The stars would hear his name again, as you spoke, the only witnesses to your traitorous actions.

You’d only said his name once, listening as it faded into the sounds of the night, the chirping of insects and breeze in the trees.

Crunching footsteps disturbed the peaceful aura.

Instantly, you were on your guard, cursing yourself for lacking in a weapon. No matter how heavy the clunky torch was, it would be no match for fangs or talons. You held it up regardless, circling around on your feet as you searched for the source of the sound.

“Is that a torch? Man, I’m outta here.”

You might’ve died. Your heart stopped. Your breath caught. Everything inside you froze.

It was him.

Him.

Your torch lowered as he approached, the moon casting a holy glow on his face and distinct scar.

He looked exactly as you remembered.

Tall, lean, eyes deep, dark and entrancing, curls the rich colour of cocoa.

Handsome as Adonis-

No. You raised your torch again, as you reminded yourself who this boy was, what he had done to you. No, you did not trust him, even if you missed him.

“It’s me. I’m not here to hurt you,” he reassured, approaching you softly as if you were the dangerous one, “you don’t have to be on guard.”

Being you isn’t enough anymore, you wanted to scream.

“What are you here for then? Are you planning some attack at camp?” You asked instead, horrified.

“What are you out here for? Are you planning to join me?” He whispered back, smirking.

“I- no, no. I could never do what you’ve done- what you do, no-“

“Yeah, yeah, I’m horrendous, I get it,” he interrupted, impatient, “but you’re still out here. And you were saying my name.”

The last sentence was almost… sensitive and hopeful. You didn’t like the way that vulnerability made you feel.

“I did not. I have not said your name since the day you left, the day you betrayed us.” You denied, shaking your head and backing away from him. He followed you, even as you feet moved left and right.

“Please, stop,” you begged, scared now as he continued to step where you stepped.

“No, I came back for you,” his expression and voice changed, no longer smug and smirky. He was desperate, genuine. “There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you. I still love you, y/n, and the biggest mistake of my life was leaving you here.”

Your eyes welled at his words. This was all you’d ever wanted to hear.

“You can’t just say that, you- you-“ your voice broke, and you finally stopped your retreat as your back hit a tree. “You left me for six months. You can’t just come back randomly, if you loved me you wouldn’t have left and-“

There was only a foot between the two of you. And it was rapidly closing, each steady footstep bringing you nose to nose. You couldn’t stop it, and you didn’t want to.

“I-I- what are you doing, I can’t do this, whatever this is- I have a boyfriend and um, what-“

Your foreheads were almost touching. He was frowning, your guess was at the mention of Steve. Your eyes met, and you glanced away, knowing if you met his gaze once more you would give into anything he requested.

“If you loved your boyfriend,” he breathed, each word becoming hotter and breathier as it neared your lips, ”you wouldn’t be out here crying and saying my name like a prayer.”

It was impossible to resist. Your eyes met again, and it felt as if you didn’t have a choice as he leaned down to kiss you. Your body was just following what it yearned to do.

It was just as fantastic as you remembered.

Blazing, spectacular, thrilling fireworks all through your body. On both of your lips burning and tingling with electric attraction, as they moved at a seamless speed. On your shoulders, as he massaged the bones, his hands brushing the length of them. In your blood as every particle of you seemed to hum in joy and satisfaction. It was an eager, sweet kiss, and it was precisely what you’d been missing.

Why had you been trying to be a princess in a fairytale?

It was one of the only things you and he agreed on. You hated fairytales.

You preferred thrillers.

In sync you drew apart for breath, panting hard and grinning. After a short pause, you couldn’t hold it in anymore,.

“Luke,” you said.

It was like saying a dirty cuss word that held powerful meaning. A secret no one wanted revealed. This was the loudest you’d ever said it in months, and you felt glad at the release of his name from your heart.

It was the magic word for Luke.

Immediately his lips were on yours, and there was no restraint this time. If that kiss had been hungry before, these were starved.

Every ounce of anything either of you had felt was developed into that kiss. It was a myriad of different emotions, conflict and similar feelings rebelling and intertwining as your lips and tongues danced. I love you. I hate you. All I want is you. I’ve missed you. All I think about is you. I’ll never love someone how I love you-

“Come with me,” he begged, breaking apart as you shuddered for breath, and how could you refuse if he looked at you like that?

Luke beamed at you, seeing as you weren’t rejecting him and eagerly took your hand in his. The familiar warmth almost caused you to faint.

And then he was leading you swiftly away from the beach, into the woods, and towards another part of the shoreline.

You were almost giggly, as he pulled you along, over logs and past dense patches of lush shrubbery. It was like you were sixteen again, sneaking away from harpies and head counsellors so you could stargaze and kiss.

You made it to his ship soon enough, the Princess Andromeda.

It was certainly fit for royalty.

The style and size of the boat caused you to stop a moment, your jaw dropping.

Luke continued to tug at your hand, pulling you along and towards the deck before you could reconsider. You figured you were too far gone to turn back now. But you didn’t want to either.

“C’mon,” he urged, as you rapidly ascended the steps onto the ship. He led you inside, and down a few corridors, before he opened a door to what looked to be his room.

It was grand, stylish. A double bed stood in the centre, a desk and ensuite to the left, and a wardrobe and bedside table to the right. You knew then that this was probably bigger and better than anything he’d ever had in his life. You wondered if he ever got lonely in the large space, or simply always felt like a king.

Your thoughts were removed almost violently out of your head as Luke kissed you abruptly, pushing against you and using your back to close the door behind you.

“I missed you,” he muttered against your lips, his arms twisting around you and hoisting you up, as if you were a bride.

You laughed then, giddy, and said it back to him.

He placed you on the bed softly, grinning and giving you time to shift about and be comfortable before he climbed over you, hovering above.

The romantic assault ensued soon after. He tasted and smelled the same, and even though you were in new surroundings, it was like coming home.

“Your boyfriend,” he panted, laying heated kisses like freckles down your neck, “does he kiss you like this?”

“No.” The answer was breathy but definite.

You could feel his smirk on your collarbone. “He doesn’t know, does he? About what you do out there. Try and talk to me, look at photos of us, cry. I’m your secret.”

And he was exhilarated to be your secret it seemed, because the kiss he gave you then was heart-stopping and sped up, like all the love scenes in thrillers.

And then the kissing stopped, because you both stupidly needed to breathe, and he lowered his head to your neck, his nose brushing the hollow of it as he regained oxygen.

You sat up yourself, and while he continued panting, reached for the hem of his shirt. He froze, his eyes meeting yours in shock. He nodded insistently.

It wasn’t the worn edge of his camp t-shirt you were used to, but the smooth fold of a new, better-fitting, more expensive one.

You pulled it off, slowly, your fingers scraping against his sides in ways that made him shiver. It finally travelled over his head, and you tossed it somewhere on the floor, before cupping his face in your hands.

“I’ll never get over you. I never have. Steve is just Steve and you’re you.” You whispered, lovestruck.

You were sure he would’ve answered back something just as personal and romantic, but your fingers had found their way to his scar, the ridged line he’d loathed and you’d come to adore. All the words seemed to have evaporated from his mouth. You traced the length of the scar softly, before kissing every centimetre of it. His eyes had fluttered closed, and he was still. It was one of the only times his face looked so delicate.

He sank down into the mountain of pillows, yanking your shirt off and tossing it, and you hovered over him, tracing and smoothing your hands over the tense planes and valleys of his chest and shoulders. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, and you knew how much your care and adoration of him and his body meant to him.

He was even more muscly than before, somehow, and you marvelled at the strength and might of your beloved boy, as you began leaving a burning line of kisses from the hollow of his neck to his navel.

He shuddered, making little noises at each touch of your lips to his chest.

Once your lips had finished that journey, up and back, you settled into his side, tucking your head under his chin and on his chest.

His heart was racing, and as was yours, and the close, intimate feeling of it all was enough to make you beam. He turned his head to face you. His eyes were earnest, shining with clarity and joy.

“You’re the only good thing in this world. I love you.”

And the world seemed to stop once your lips met again, because everything was perfect.

Your heart, mind and body, all in the right place, cradled in his arms.

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Thrills only last so long before they wear off.

The sunshine that streamed in through the porthole was like a warning from your father, a reminder that your actions were against everything you loved. Everything you believed in.

A reminder that while you loved Luke, you loved Camp Half-Blood more.

You left your heart there, tucked between his sheets, nestled in his warm embrace. The loss of it tore your chest, as you tiptoed through the corridors, gasping at the monsters you could now see and swearing at yourself as tears flooded your vision.

Maybe you should’ve woken him, you thought, given him one final kiss.

You never would’ve been able to leave.

You settled for leaving a note.

You will always have my heart.

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He was awake.

Of course he was. You’d always been restless, while you overthought and he’d woken as you tossed and turned softly.

And he knew.

Knew then that you were going to leave him.

It was all over.

He’d wanted to hold tight then, keep you as his, and never be parted from you.

But he couldn’t.

He knew he couldn’t even though he wanted to, even though he had promised himself he would never lose you again as you fell asleep entangled with him.

It was the hardest thing in his life, feigning sleep as you silently slipped away, as you brushed his cheek in goodbye.

You will always have my heart.

They would always love each other.

Always be torn apart.

He realised bitterly you’d each be moths, drawn to the heat of each other, but always scalded and sent back by the flames.

#luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #pjo season 1 #pjo luke #pjo luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan angst #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo series #pjo show #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo spoilers #post tlt #more angst 😘😘#i know everyone was begging for more #you're welcome #and don't worry more is on the way

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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apollo: *in deadly quest* guys dont leave me alone they always kill the blonde, the handsome or the queer in horror movies and im literally the 3 of them

#i was about to pick achilles w this but mf would have stabbed everyone who came 3m close so it would not work #toa #lester papadopoulos #apollo #the trials of apollo #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #pjo/hoo #meg mccaffrey #will solace #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x will solace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #hazel lavesque #frank zhang #jason grace #leo valdez

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soulless-bex · 7 months

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my favorite part about a potential “bruce wayne adopts percy jackson” type of crossover is that he gets to attend galas, and thus potentially meet rachel and piper early on

#then the girls show up at camp and everyone is confused as to how they know each other #because percy would probably not be one to broadcast his family like that #especially considering how many demigods would most definitely be ready to sell their soul to have access to some of the stuff he has #like the athena cabin with wayne enterprises #or hephaestus with wayne entreprise also #or the aphrodite cabin with the waynes #or the ares kids with the bats #or the hermes cabin with gotham as a whole #the point is we should keep those kids away from gotham #dc x pjo #percy jackson crossover #batman crossover #percy jackson as a wayne

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hyperfocuscentre · 8 months

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I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!! If I see one more person compare solangelo to one of those bitchy black cat x sunshine golden retriever mlm ships, I will lose my mind. Will Solace has literally never ever come across as a golden retriever, not once. In fact, he’s literally compared to a cat. The only sunshiny thing about him are his powers and his face, they are misleading because his personality is basically the opposite.

Nico may present himself in a ‘black cat’ kinda way but deep down he’s a softie and the amount of times he thinks super cute, love sick things in tsats is WILD. He reminds me of a drenched rat who likes to curl up on someone’s chest and snooze.

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oc3anic-ang3l · 9 months

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[playing video games]

Percy, having just jumped off the tallest building in the game: so, uh, does this game have fall damage?

Nico, having witnessed all of it: PERCY

#percico #im on vacay and i lowkey want to go home #nicercy #jacksangelo #pernico #percy x nico #nico di angelo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #hoo #percico memes #incorrect pjo quotes #literally everyone is getting on my nerves rn

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maple-tree-hills · 1 month

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Toby Stephens has single handedly ruined any chance of me liking Paul.

#Paul I'm sorry you are a good person but #anti paul blofis #his last name is blofis that has to be poseidon in disguise right?#sally can have paul in the books and poseidon in the tv show that way everyone wins #poseidon #poseidon pjo #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackson #pjo series #sally x poseidon #sally jackson #posally #pjo poseidon

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amalthea-fictions · 1 year

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*Light spoilers for Year 6*

So, when Fred and George first meet you, this is what Fred says (about having “heard a lot about MC”) :

He brushes it off like a joke, but what if it’s true because Charlie is always bragging about MC??? Like he’s just obsessed??

“She’s so cute! The other day she fell asleep on my arm in History of Magic and drools in her sleep but she’s somehow still adorable?”

“He’s got it bad,” Bill murmurs, rolling his eyes.

“William!” Molly scolds. “Do not roll your eyes at the dinner table.”

“And she sings and hums to herself when she thinks no one is looking, but her voice is actually so pretty!” Charlie keeps gushing.

“Ughlk.” Percy sticks out his tongue. “Can you PLEASE talk about something other than your precious curse-breaking girlfriend?”

Charlie’s face goes red. “Well uh. Uhm, she’s not really— er, not exactly— ahem…”

George and Fred share knowing looks.

#plus look at the way everyone’s reacting in the picture #Charlie’s like 😳😳#Percy’s like 😏#charlie weasley #hphm x you #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley x reader #hphm charlie

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waitingonher · 9 months

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44+7 with percy please ?

EMMY'S 100 EVENT CELEBRATION

percy jackson + give me a kiss first. + i'll pay.

content warning: nothing

authors note: pls im on fire rn. 3 fics released in 3 days?!?! i LOVE not being in a writing slump! oh and why the employees would let little teenagers hold a $130 necklace?? idk 🤒🤒

the expanse of the jewelry shop almost seems dizzying as you roam through the rows and rows of display cases. you and percy eye a variety of accessories, from diamond encrusted rings to dangly ruby earrings. but as your boyfriend follows only a few steps behind you, he thinks that in comparison, you’re the real jewel here. and yes, he does acknowledge how cheesy that realization is, but with the way your eyes are twinkling at the sight of everything and the way you have that gorgeous smile on display, it doesn’t seem very cheesy anymore.

moments later, you find yourself holding an absolutely gorgeous necklace that’s caught your eye. the way it gleamed and glistened underneath the bright white lighting of the store had you hooked the moment you saw it through the display case. looking up, curious green eyes meet your gaze, brows raised in question, “do you like that one?” percy asks, studying your features.

“yeah, it’s super pretty,” you nod your head with enthusiasm, “i think the color of the jewel goes well with my skin tone,” holding the necklace against your neck, you wiggle your brows.

your boyfriend hums. but not as a sign of agreement, more so just acknowledging your comment, because in all honesty, percy’s never really understood the whole “it goes well with my skin tone” thing. the truth is, your boyfriend wholeheartedly believes that you could pull off any color, and he means any color. throw on the ugliest shade of orange known to mankind and he’d still end up complimenting you.

“how much is it?” percy inquires, mentally going through his wallet. unsurprisingly, if he doesn’t have enough cash for the necklace, your boyfriend would find some way to pay for it. even if it means singing or dancing (very poorly) on the side of the street for some stranger’s pity change.

you didn’t even think of the price. oops. grabbing the tiny tag, you turn it around to read the price, and in big bold numbers, it reads $130. so much for adding it to your jewelry collection. you groan and flip the tag towards percy, “love, look at the price! if only it wasn’t so expensive, then i could-”

“i’ll pay,” percy declares, his voice confident and sure, as if dropping $130 for you was no big deal. for you, having your boyfriend spend that much money on you is absolutely ludicrous. but for percy, he’d spend any amount of cash if it means seeing you happy, and if this necklace that matches your skin tone so well makes you happy, then so be it, “no if’s or but’s. let me pay for it, y/n.”

did you hear him correctly? percy wants to pay for your $130 necklace? of course it’s not unusual for him to offer to pay for your things, because he always does. but the thing is, he always ends up paying for it in the end. and you fear that today is going to be the same.

you wave your hand in dismissal, “no, i can’t let you do that. besides, i bet they have some cheaper knockoffs online,” your mind already fills with all of the sites you could check, and you hope this argument makes your boyfriend back down.

percy quirks a brow, “and does a cheaper knockoff guarantee good quality?” he knows you, so he knows your vehement hate for crappy jewelry that’ll end up rusting or oxidizing after a couple of showers.

“okay, well i guess not, but-”

“come on babe, you already know how this is gonna end,” percy gives you a knowing grin, as if he’s replaying all your past dates in his head, “so let’s skip the bickering and get to the part where you let me pay for this necklace.”

boy, is he determined. you sigh, knowing that no matter what you do or say, percy will somehow figure out a way of getting you and the necklace to the register, “fine. but i’m covering lunch today, okay?”

your boyfriend nods his head, “sure,” but his less than eager tone coupled with his overly exaggerated smile makes you not very sure if you’ll be able to actually spend any money today, “now let’s go pay.”

with that, you and percy head in the direction of the register, his hand on the small of your back as you lead the way. yet again, another win for your boyfriend.

“y/n, wait,” percy reaches for your shoulder and turns your body around to face him. he can’t let you walk away with a free necklace, can he? you hum in reply, awaiting his response. good, his brain is finally working and he’s going to say nevermind, you think. a win for you! or so you think, “give me a kiss first,” percy adds, his straight face morphing into a cocky smirk. not a win for you.

but hey, who are you to deny a free necklace and a kiss from your boyfriend? you shake your head and roll your eyes at him, but percy can’t help but look at your smile. now that’s what he wants to see, your beautiful, beautiful smile. your boyfriend leans down as he gently cups the sides of your face and places a kiss on your lips. it’s short and it’s soft, but it’s perfect. and it may be even more perfect than the very necklace in your hand.

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avaetin · 5 months

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Favorite Colors (Nico & Aeon + 5)

Nico: If you have to pick one, what would be your favorite color?

Percy: Mine's-

Nico: Blue. We all know, Captain Obvious.

Percy: Wow. You just couldn't wait a second before verbally attacking me.

Nico: (grinning)

Hazel: Mine's probably... white.

Nico: I honestly thought yours would be either yellow or orange.

Hazel: I like them too. But white's a versatile color, so... (shrugs)

Jason: Purple for me.

Reyna: I don't really have any.

Jason: That's bor- (sees Reyna's expression) -... not fun. But not having a favorite is fine. (quickly turns to Nico) Yours is green, right?

Nico: Yup.

(w/ the sea-green eyes) Percy: Why do I feel happy with his answer?

(w/ the chartreus-green eyes) Alabaster: Funny. So am I.

(w/ the emerald-green eyes) Aeon: (rolls his eyes, but is happy as well)

Alabaster: Anyway... mine is brown.

Percy: Brown? Like earth brown?

Jason: Earth brown? Sounds like some made-up color.

Percy: It's not made-up! And you know what I mean!

Hazel: Actually, there is a color called earth brown.

Percy: Ha! Eat that!

Alabaster: (glaring at Percy) If you don't shut up, I'll shove earth brown down your throat.

Percy: (zips his lips)

Alabaster: Not earth brown. More like... russet brown.

Reyna: (smiles knowingly) I wonder why.

Nico: (has russet-brown eyes)

Alabaster: (gives her a pointed look)

Hazel: And Aeon?

Nico: His is-

Aeon: Pink.

All six: Pink???

Nico: Wait. I thought you like gold? Why do you suddenly like pink?

Aeon: (thinking about Nico's lips and his cheeks when he's blushing) No particular reason.

Alabaster: Why do I feel irritated by his answer?

Percy: Funny. So am I.

#primordial god! chronos x ananke! nico #nico di angelo #chronos (pjo)#percy jackson #jason grace #alabaster c torrington #hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano #pjo #just random stuff #very self indulgent #i had a thought and it went this way #the eye colors match what i put in my writing soooo #also i don't know everyone's favorite colors except for percy #for obvious reasons

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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SOUR CHERRY

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, you're mine."

Main Pairing ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Depressing themes, failure, anger, and anxiety.

Spoilers ~ A Ton‼️

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No beta lmao)

Word Count ~ 940 Words.

Chp Summary ~ December 21st, 2005. The day of the Winter Solstice, Luke Castellan's dark eye's scorned the God's as they argued. Usually, he smelled like sweet, fruity nectar; a concoction his own success and greatness. That day, he smelled like sour cherries.

Chp 1 ~ Failure and Success, Only One Step Apart

Failure smelt like a field of ripe strawberries and raw sap from pine needles.

Nisha thought she could smell failure because she couldn't taste success. Perhaps failure smelt so good, so sweet, because success was meant to be on a tongue. Victor's with glory tasted success and savored it on their taste buds, whilst failures smelt the sweet aroma only.

That was their punishment, the smell, not the taste, because a failure isn't good enough to have pleasantries on their tongue.

Failure and success were only one step away from each other after all.

No, failure didn't actually smell like the sweet labors of nature. Strawberries and pine was what Nisha with no last name associated it with though. It's how she smelt. Everyone's success and failure smelt vaguely different, Nisha just had a talent of picking out the scents.

Failure smelt like raw sugars with sour base notes.

It was unfiltered and not as sweet as success that smelt like a candy factory. It was as if the God's teased that failure smelt good, but not that good, so others should keep trying for success that smelt even better. It tasted even greater.

Lucus Castellan smelt like fruity, sweet, nectar. He smelt better than ambrosia hovering over her face and tasting like fresh strawberries. He is a true Demi-God prodigy that smelt like the embodiment of success.

However, on the night of December 21st, he smelt like wilting flowers, decaying tree bark, molding fruit, and ozone.

All those smells weren't necessarily bad, but they weren't great. It's like it poured from the tall teens pores though, etched into his skin as the Winter Scholastic ended in panic.

Nisha didn't allow the panic around her to consume her body or brain. Chiron ushered campers out of Olympus, and the God's angrily conversed in ancient Greek as the children fled. The only person in all of Olympus that smelt oddly good was Ares, the God of War.

Tears threatened to well up in Nisha's amber eyes as the smells of anxiety, despair, and sadness filled her nose. Her brain was hardwired to feel negative emotions deeper than anyone else as she could feel everyone's negative emotions. She fed off of failure, off of anxiety, but in the same breath she was riddled with it.

A Demi-Gods strength is a curse.

Nisha blinked her amber orbs and bit down on the plush flesh of her bottom lip. Campers talked worridly over head, not noticing her there. She had an essentially invisible presence if she didn't make herself known. Bile threatened to climb up her throat as Zeus yelled partially loud and lightning crackled around the room.

“My Master Bolt is gone, Apollo!” He screamed in ancient greek at the sun God. Apollo's blonde brows formed a crease in the middle of his golden brown forehead, his angelic features screwed up angrily.

The brown girl could smell sandalwood, unripe mandarin oranges, decaying red currants, and burnt moss. The prophetic healing God of the sun's thousand rays, was frustrated.

Campers flinched away from Zeus’ bright lightning and thunderous tone. He made startled yelps go around as campers filed through the sacred Olympus headquarters doors, and down the elevators in groups.

Nisha swallowed thickly, and took a deep breath, daring to focus on Ares, who smelt like a burning forest, gasoline, musky leather, and exotic lilies. The God smelt joyous, he was excited, and that was all the more reason for Nisha to be even more afraid.

Positive emotions were harder for her to sniff out, but it wasn't impossible.

Lucus Castellan wasn't far from her eyesight, his head was welted down to the floor as he carefully walked amongst his fellow campers. The Hermes cabin counselor ushered the younger campers out the large doors of Olympus with concern. He looked seemingly distant in presence, a far away look in his eyes as he was lost in thought.

Nisha separated herself from the two last groups of campers to peel from Olympus and down from the 600th floor of the Empire State Building. She crept next to Luke, who gestured his hands to keep the Demi-Gods moving.

He didn't notice her, nobody would, and that was just fine with Nisha. She blended into the shadows neatly, and kept up with the emotions flitting around the area.

Luke's dark curls were ruffled downwards, as If he had a hat or helmet covering his head prior to the incident. His orbs were dark like a clear night, and a gentle gleam of soft lilac shone underneath his downturned eyes. A sickly green color tinged his usually tan skin with a mulberry color blossoming on his jaw.

Nisha questioned how nobody noticed the boy's frazzled form. Her question was answered as the ignorant God's yelled in their mother tongue, and the centaur Chiron led children down the elevator. Ignorant is what they all were, it would be their downfall, Nisha suspected.

Luke takes one last look at the God's and his saddened scent of wilted flowers, decaying tree bark, moldy fruit, and essence of ozone washes away promptly. His eyes harden over like the night glaring down at cooled obsidian; the sharp igneous rocks attempt to cut at the Gods, who argue amongst themselves.

His plush lips were chapped, and when his hooded monolid twitched, his lip curled into a sneer of disgust, of anger.

Nisha can smell dead willows in full force with the undertones of rancid nuts and base notes of sour cherries.

That's what his fruity smell was; he smelt like cherries, and the ripe sourness of it promised wrath.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x oc #Luke Castellan x Fem!POC!OC #luke castellan x reader #??? kinda not rlly that really doesnt apply i dont think???#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #original character #kinda dark luke castellan but not really #angry man #he wants revenge 🫢#protective luke castellan #obsessive luke castellan #oc flips the table on everyone fr #traumatized luke #oc is not percy she doesnt wanna kill gods or challenge gods or even see them she barely even wants to live fr #luke castellan headcanons #luke castellan imagine

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