#pjo x psych

[arrowheadedbitch]

Okay, I've been discussing ideas about a PJO Psych crossover and it is now time to share my findings

Okay, so once upon a time Henry Spencer met a woman who when posing as a mortal went by the name Madeleine but she was actually a goddess, they had a kid, she was a minor goddess, so she was able to stay for a while, but eventually she left.

Yes, of COURSE Shawn thinks it's his Dad's fault

The goddess was Mnemosyne, the Greek goddess of MEMORY and the mother of the muses (works perfectly, right??!??!?!)

And Gus is his Satyr protector!!!

Henry does all the same training with Shawn to be a cop and such

Shawn gets his eidetic memory from his mother, the goddess of memory

I've also decided he gets taskmaster powers (can do anything he sees from memory) because that fucks hard

Shawn gets the record of fastest kid to get claimed as his mother officially claims him before he even leaves for camp

Here's her symbol by the way!

Anyway, when Shawn gets to camp, he's a total little shit

At first, the other campers think he's just not being claimed, depending on how you work the timeline here? Percy is pissed

Then Gus and Shawn explain that he actually got claimed before he even showed up (Percy vows to personally thank his godly parent for being an actually decent person)

So, they ask who it is, and Shawn WILL NOT TELL THEM

Why? Because it's funner that way!

They have an ongoing tally and betting pool of who his godly parent is, no one guesses it

He also keeps sneaking Mr D alcohol because it's funny and no one but Dionysus is happy about that

Gus is still his best friend that he drags into things, obv, they probably end up soul bound just like percy and grover

Juliet is a child of Athena

Lassie is a child of Ares and if your going by the show there's a super funny joke about how he looks exactly like Hephaestus but is the son of the guy he hates most, haha

Shawn KILLS at capture the flag

No one believes him when he says he doesn't have charm speak

Instead of becoming a SB Psychic, he ends up being this crime solving traveling cryptid (he's gotta keep moving bc monsters) (dont worry, he still visits camp pretty often and likes to drop by Santa Barbara to solve crimes and piss off his dad)

There was also a lengthy convo about each gods opinion of him of any of you wanna hear that

Shawn is the muse of doing weird shit

Also art lover shawn 🔛🔝, he's got plenty of muse talent, yall

Instead of pretending to be a psychic, he's pretending to NOT be muse adjacent

And now, a list of Gods people keep guessing for Shawn

Dionysus, Hermes, Athena, Aphrodite, Apollo, Hecate

And finally, gay people real???

As you can see, we mostly talked about Shawn lol

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #shawn spencer #psych #psych tv #🍍 #juliet o'hara #carlton lassiter #burton guster #camp half blood #crossover #au #pjo x psych #athena #dionysus #mnemosyne #memory #taskmaster #eidetic memory #Madeleine Spencer #henry spencer #ares #hermes #pan

[jgracie]

DELICATE — PERCY + DAUGHTER OF PSYCHE

masterlist | rules

❝ do u think u could write a percy x daughter of psyche reader headcannons, maybe one where shes super emotional bc psyches the goddess of the soul and stuff 🤍🤍 ❞ — anon

in which percy dates a daughter of psyche

pairing percy jackson x psyche!reader

warnings none

on the radio . . . delicate (taylor swift)

“Y/N, can you help with something?” Piper said as she barged in your cabin

Being Psyche’s only child, you got pretty lonely watching everyone else interact with their siblings. Luckily, the Aphrodite cabin decided to ‘adopt’ you, seeing as you had your emotional intuition in common

That’s how you became good friends with Piper, and how you ended up in this position: being dragged out of the comfort of your cabin and all the way to the beach

Proudly presenting you to the boy you recognised to be Percy, son of Poseidon, Piper said, “Y/N's a daughter of Psyche, she can help!”

You looked at Piper, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I can help with what?” 

Percy answered for her, “this hippocampus is in pain and won’t tell me anything. I inspected it for cuts or anything like that, but she looks fine!” You didn’t need to hear him to tell he was exhausted. His aura had spots of dark red signifying his tiredness

You gave Percy a smile, channelling all of calmness in yourself as you said, “it’ll be okay, I’ll take a look.” You were glad to see it work - the red spots lessening. Using your voice to influence people’s emotions was something you were still working with Piper on 

As soon as you got near the hippocampus, you knew what was up. Once you got it to relax, you told them, “she’s not hurt, she’s pregnant.”

After that day, you started hanging out with Percy more. Well, if you called ‘doing occasional checkups on Sweetie the hippocampus’ hanging out. 

The two of you, along with Will Solace from Apollo, guided the hippocampus through her pregnancy. You read her emotions and Will administered the necessary medical support

Percy was just there because he’s a child of Poseidon and the hippocampi really wanted their lord to be there, as they believed it’d bless the child

When Sweetie finally gave birth, you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. You really enjoyed spending time with Percy, and now you didn’t have an excuse to

Could you just ask him to hang out? Sure, he’d probably agree. But you wouldn’t do that. Stuff like this is really delicate to you, and needs to be treated with utmost care

Luckily, he did the asking for you

“Y/N!” Percy yelled. It had been a day since Sweetie gave birth, what could Percy possibly need from you?

You turned, “is Sweetie okay?” Ever since that day at the beach, you’d grown really attached to the hippocampus, and would hate to hear that something had gone wong

Much to your relief, Percy said, “Sweetie’s fine, I just wanted to thank you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have even known she was pregnant. Do you wanna get ice cream with me later today? My treat.”

Your smile widened and warmth flooded your heart, “sure, Percy, I’d love that.”

The ice cream broke the ice between you and Percy, and soon enough you were laughing as if you’d been friends your whole lives. For someone who isn’t a child of Psyche or Aphrodite, Percy was pretty good with people

Your issue is that he’s too good. When he’d shoot you one of his handsome grins, or gently pull you into his chest as you’re about to bump into someone, or check you for scrapes after a game of capture the flag, you couldn’t help but fall in love 

However, he was so oblivious. Every time you read his aura, you were disappointed at the lack of pink in it. How could he still see you as a friend? 

Confused, you decided to consult the Aphrodite cabin

Another night, another sleepover at the Aphrodite cabin. From the perfume samples to the face masks, you loved it all

Clapping her hands, Piper sat on the floor next to you, completing the circle. Instantly, all of her siblings stopped talking, “we have something to discuss. Y/N, if you will.”

“So, I like Percy–” you heard squeals from all directions. Piper shushed them, “continue.”

“I like Percy, but I don’t think he likes me back. He does things for me - things that I associate with romance - but every time I read his aura, there’s nothing,” you sighed

The circle was silent as the Aphrodite kids thought of solutions to your issue. After a minute, a girl piped up, “have you done anything to show that you like him?” 

“Oh yeah, I gave him one of my chocolates yesterday.” Instantly, you felt judged, “I don’t do that for anyone,” you added

The girl next to you turned and placed her hands on your shoulders, “that’s the issue, Y/N. Sure, to you that's the epitome of romance, but it's a little too subtle for most people, babe. You’ve got to really show him you like him! If you do, then he’ll start thinking of you romantically, y’know?”

By the morning, you made your decision. You’d show Percy that you liked him

Meanwhile, Percy scarfed down yet another potion, grimacing at the taste

You see, Percy liked you too. But he was smart. He knew you’d be able to tell immediately if he liked you, since his aura would give his feelings away. So, what’d he do? He begged asked the Hecate cabin for a potion that’ll hide his aura

Considering you hadn’t said anything about it so far, he thought it worked

He felt bad lying to you, but he couldn’t have you knowing, not yet. Percy wanted to plan the perfect confession, and he couldn’t do that with your powers at play

With his aura concealed, Percy left his cabin. He was going to head to breakfast when he found you sitting at the steps of Cabin 3

"What’re you doing here?” Percy said, startling you. You were too nervous to knock on his door, so you opted to wait for him to leave his cabin instead

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Percy, there’s this movie I really wanted to see, and I was wondering if you wanted to see it… together?” You took his hand and looked down at your feet, too scared to check his aura

“Sure! Do you wanna come to mine or should I go to yours?” Percy replied, blushing. If this didn’t scream the fact that you liked him, he didn’t know what did

You looked up. His aura was the same - yellow, meaning friendship. You felt yourself tear up and ran, hoping he didn’t get suspicious

He did, of course. Percy chased after you until you got tired and he could finally catch up, “what’s wrong, Y/N?”

You snapped. You were getting sick of all of this, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Percy! I’ve been trying to figure you out for weeks! You always do romantic things for me but your aura’s still yellow, and it hurts, Percy, so I’d really appreciate it if you stopped leading me on!”

Percy felt like such an idiot. He explained that he did like you and the yellow aura was just because of the potion he got from the Hecate kids

Since you still had some doubts, he dragged you to the Hecate cabin and asked them to give him a potion that’d reverse the effects of the first one

As soon as he downed that one, his aura turned bright pink

True love

You started dating soon after. That night, you watched the romance movie you’d picked out and Percy held you as you cried about how cute the couple is

You can’t hide your emotions from Percy. Just because he can’t read auras, doesn’t mean he can’t tell when his favourite girl’s feeling down!

Whenever someone even thinks to tease you for being sensitive and emotional, Percy immediately gives them a lecture, telling them he’s sorry they don't have half your emotional complexity

He’s always asking you to read his aura, since he's very curious. It barely changes when he’s around you, almost always mostly pink 

You still tell him though and he gets this super proud look on his face and it’s really cute 

You’re really glad you have Percy because now you have someone to rant to about all the media you consume and how it makes you feel. Sometimes he spaces out because your voice is so soothing, but he makes up for it

You two are PDA central. Percy also has lots of feelings, so you always have to be touching in some way

You told him your mom's sacred animal is the butterfly once and now whenever he sees one he instantly thinks of you

“Oh my Gods Y/N is watching over me!” “Percy that’s a moth” 

Every day Percy thanks Piper and her mother for letting you guys cross paths, because your path and his are forever intertwined now

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

[24kmar]

𝖢𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇 38

𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖾

𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺,𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼,𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍.

#Psyche #Cabin 38 #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #pjo series #Psyche cabin #Children of psyche #Psyche children #☆𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡☆ #Spotify

[icyfox17]

New tag game bc I'm bored

List 5-10 of the most obscure crossovers you have floating around in your brain !!

1. Dumbass!crimeboys x halcyon!crimeboys

-> arguably the most obscure since it's a crossover between two aus that aren't even posted publicly, but i gen adore it sm<3 db!crimeboys is a hero au where tommy is just. Welp. A dumbass<3 he's my fav tommy ever guys 😭😭 he's my friend's au and I just SOBS most precious guy ever... And halcyon crimeboys is a detective au. Basically take the dumbest tommy and tired older brother Wilbur and make them meet the smartest crimeboys. It's very silly:))

2. Psych x Dsmp

-> okay hear me out. Hear me out. Shawn Spencer is literally Tommyinnit. They are the SAME. Now Phil as Chief Vic, Techno and Wilbur as twin detectives who both function as Jules and Lassiter (platonic ofc), and Tubbo as Gus. It fits way better than it should 😭😭

3. Critical Role (specifically Mighty Nein) x Dsmp

-> guys. Guys. I went on a rant on here like a year ago BUT CADUCEUS AND TECHNO'S CHARACTER DESIGNS ARE EERILY SIMILAR TO EACH OTHER. Tall pink dude w animal traits (cad is more cow, tech is more pig)? Cad is like c!Phil and c!Techno to me... (Is it bc of the tea obsession? Maybe...). I just also think that clingyduo would get along with Jester and Nott/Veth like a wildfire. OR OMG FOOLISH-- Does anyone remember Foolish building dick statues everywhere?? Yeah, he's definitely a follower of the Traveler.

4. 911xMCU

-> okay ngl guys this just came 2 me bc I realised that everyone calls Bobby Cap like how all the Avengers call Steve Cap and I was like lmfao imagine a scene where someone says Cap and they both respond to it.

5. Cw Flash x Pjo

-> okay this isn't my idea but it's one of my fav fics ever WHY DOES IT WORK SO WELL LMFAO

6. Spider-Man x Dick Grayson & Wally West

-> PETER IS LITERALLY DICK AND WALLY IN ONE PERSON 😭😭 SUPER SMART SCIENCE BRAIN + SILLY GOOFY + ACROBATS they're the same. I need them to meet so badly sobsosbsosbsosvsosbsosbsisbsjs Not sure which versions of which I just. Need it. Pls 😭😭😭

7. Justice League Unlimited x Young Justice (tv show)

-> This one has its own separate post here, but omg it makes me SO UPSET GUYS 😭😭😭

8. TMNT x Batfam

Okay not obscure bc they have had both a movie and a comic BUT HEAR ME OUT. SPECFICALLY THE 2007 MOVIE VERSION OF TMNT. This scene is literally Dick and Jason I can't do this guys WHY DO THEIR COLOURS EVEN MATCH

9. Dceu!Bruce & Barry x MCU!Irondad

-> okay my mental illness is full blast here but omfg they are the same duo THEY ARE THE SAME I need them to swap sons for a day plspslspslspspspdlfkfdishskdfjdksklaskd

10. Any vigilante au Tommy x Spider-Man

-> this is hidden in my notes app and is both like my own version of Tommy and Spidey but omfg I'm attached it's such a fun idea to play around with rahhhshshshss. I have a scene where Tommy and Spidey have a miscommunication over Blade lmfao and it lives rent free in my mind. Like Blade is a vampire but does NOT dress the same as Technoblade who might also secretly be a vampire in Tommy's universe lmfaooo

Okay and Bonus One that literally no one will understand except me

11. Magnum PI remake x Orphanduo (Techno and Skeppy)

-> Katsumoto is literally Technoblade guys. THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON. And omfg Magnum and Higgens are so happy duo ngl 😭😭😭

OKAY THAT'S ALL FOR NOW YIPPEE

Tag time :D

@sammiekel @jiksvokrat @cristalmystery @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters @sleepdeprivedofmycorn @sunflowervc @angrilydancing and anyone else who wants to join in!!

#foxie rambles #tag games #was this just an excuse to ramble about my fav crossovers? maybe... #but now u are all forced to join in mwahahhaa #dc #batfam #mcu #spiderman #dick grayson #wally west #peter parker #yj #young justice #tmnt #crimeboys in these aus are strictly my own and not connected to the ccs #tommyinnit #sbi #philza #technoblade #critical role #cr #mighty nein #caduceus clay #magnum pi #dceu #barry allen #bruce wayne #911 #cw flash #oops max tags lmao

[swans-chirping-in-the-distance]

welcome to your new home :D title is from remember my name by mitski

○ Christian ○ call me bee or bug or swan ○ she/ her ○ infp-t writer ○ azaleas, picrews, and sims ○ wattpad is keeperofthelostsleep ○ no smut, y/n, or x readers ○ singer, writer, reader, photographer (of inanimate objects) ○ I always try to be nice ○ I will go on rants about trauma and mischaracterizion and background characters watch me ○

mainly kotlc and (bbc) merlin

some other things I like

○ tpq (aru shah) ○ sisters grimm ○ willow falls ○ sxf (manga) ○ asoue (show) ○ ouat (not s7) ○ clone wars (show) ○ paf ○ (some) marvel ○ stranger things ○ pll (show) ○ (some) disney ○ pjo/ hoo (book) ○ pjo (show) ○ 12 monkeys (show) ○ teen wolf (show) ○ ouat in wonderland ○ psych (2006) ○ charmed (og) ○ haven (syfy) ○ eah ○ clue (og movie) ○ birds (alfred hitchcock) ○

tags:

kits4!- kotlc in the sims. lmk ab your hcs. any hcs are welcome. probably gonna raise their grandparents bcz I'm too deep in this family tree lol

kap!au- kotlc in pjoverse and pjo in kotlcverse. may or may not write it out.

twilomiwb- mainly kotlc writing kinda stuff but not fics usually. it's stuff I'm proud of so go check it out!!

tiwtr-vc- random stuff I want to remember. check it out.

wings caress ink- my thoughts when rereading kotlc, including collections of quotes and such little details I noticed

#kits4! #kap!au #twilomiwb #hmys?lhrn #tiwtr-vc #wings caress ink

[brokenstar28]

I need to vent.

I just finished reading The Burning Maze. I went in knowing Jason was going to die, just not how or when, which did enough damage to my psyche, I considered him my 4th favorite pjo character, I don't care what anyone says but I love him.

His last words were: "GO! Remember!" Before Caligula killed him.

I just finished watching X-Men 97' Episode 5, I was not prepared for Gambit's death. Gambit was my 3rd favorite character.

His last words were: "Remember it!" Before that Kaiju Sentinel killed him.

Both in the same day.

I just can't right now.

#gambit #gamibit's death #x-men 97 #Jason grace #Jason grace's death #pjo #toa #the burning maze #caligula #kaiju sentinel

[sierice]

3, 11, 12, 13, 19, 23, 27, 37, 44 for the ask game? SORRY SIERICE I KNOW THIS IS A LOT IM JUST REALLY CURIOUS 😭YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER ALL OF THEM LOL

the longer i sit here the longer this list grows.. ill just have to come back next time (threat)

HI HELLO HIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope this is for that pjoverse ask game thingy bc if not this is gonna be uh. a little bit awkward but whatever here we GO

3. Favorite character

meg..........lester.......... explodes and dies (they are a package deal do not SEPERATE !!)

11. Favorite scene

oughhhh uhhhhhhh there is a lot tbh. im a very impressionable person you make a scene even slightly cool and i'll be like WOAHHHH WOOOOAHHH WOW. anyways i hope top three is fine instead

the scene from tdp where apollo shields meg from chaos and then they both come back out alive bc they both remembered that they need each other. this was only in the second book rick was insane for this

sorry 2 be cringe on main but. the bit in tlt where percy gets claimed. idk that changed my brain forever i loved it. the way it was shown how much of a serious and insane and never seen b4 event so ppl were both in awe and in fear and percy could tell that his life was never going to be the same. chills literal chills

TTT COMMODUS DEATH SCENE !!!!!!!!!!!! HE DIED THE SAME WAY BOTH TIMES BY THE SAME PERSON IM JUST GRAAAAAAHHHHH

LIKE DO YOU SEE THIS. DO YOU SEE THIS. THE FIRST IS FROM TDP THE SECOND IS FROM TTT GOD. F*CK

12. First pjo book you've read?

THO !!!!!!!!! i saw one of my classmates reading it and i was curious so i borrowed it for a bit and i was HOOKED. i WAS super confused who this 'percy' and 'leo' he was talking about so i decided to start from the beginning XD im pretty sure i was caught for reading in the middle of class that day lmao

13. Favorite minor character?

SO SO SO MANY. i collect minor characters like pokemons i adore them with all my heart. favorite is probably felix philip from tkc though. i love him and his penguins and his tendency to demolish bad guys with basketballs and also shoes

19. Favorite Olympian

APOLLO. claps and nobody joins in

23. Opinion on TSATS?

i couldn't even FINISH it i just couldnt. it was that bad like im sorry but i simply could not bring myself to like any bit of it 1/10

27. Scene that makes you cringe the most

oh the TTT reyna rejection scene for sure. and then the bit where he pees himself in TDP and TBM like girlie what 😭😭😭srsly why do subject me to this lester why do pee yourself in every single book without fail

37. 3 hcs about you favorite character

OOOOOOOOH DIFFICULT QUESTION. this one is a definite one though:

2. meg teleportation powers !!!!!!!!! (yes i know its basically canon BUT. it was used like one (1) time and then never again i need to see MORE OF IT NOW)

3. lester meg empathy link is REAL. to me. and also kind of to canon but whatever

4. basically everything in the headcannons channel in the toa discord LMAOOO i read it and then i forever incorporate it into my psyche its like my daily ritual at this point

44. Favorite rareship

apollo x happiness. apollo x therapy. apollo x revolutionizing against zeus. lester x some f*cking good things happening to him for once in his life. why are you dragging me out of the building

#I LIED i think apollo/lityerses is a good rareship XDDD #but i do believe in the above few as well #anyways TY FOR SENDING THESE ASKS !!!!!! #I HAD A GREAT TIME ANSWERING THESE twirls hair #also please do come back with more i wld love to answer them #and if this IS indeed abt some other ask game then please ignore this post LMAO #anon asks #🤍🖤🤍🖤 #asks

[yourfaveis-prolife]

hi! you can request any character you’d like :) and im perfectly fine with redoing one if you’d like a different picture of the character, dont be afraid to tell me if you dont like it!! if you have a specific picture or fanart (credited and with perms) you want of them, feel free to send it to me privately or through asks!

issues i’ve addressed

my tag for all of the posts is #/pl ​flag tag

instead of tagging a fandom with the regular tag (ie “star wars” or “genshin impact”), i will tag it as #media: (insert media) so that i don’t flood the fandom tags.

i also don’t tag characters with only their name for the same reason; always search for #(name) is prolife

also if youre here to attack me for my beliefs then pls do not :0 it’s better for everyone if you just block me and move on! you’ll gain nothing by sending me hate or trying to start an argument because i won’t respond :0

about me under cut!

17

christian

adhd and autistic; i have a hard time reading tone sometimes, and since this is a prolife blog, im a bit afraid that i’ll come across some trolls :( tone tags are not ever required, but they’re appreciated if you have a gut feeling i’ll be confused haha

i struggle a lot with mental health so i disappear from this blog constantly im sorry

isfp 9w8 if you are a typology nerd

learning french in school and hoping to learn korean on my own (so far can only make out the sounds of hangeul lol)

some of my favorite things:

genshin impact, overwatch, marvel, star wars, spy x family, animal crossing, psych, nintendo, stardew valley, pjo/hoo, harry potter, and probably other things i forget

[dykeden]

i have to admit something. i regularly check in on the connor stoll/mitchell tag on ao3. for those of you unaware, this is a percy jackson ship of two of the most minor characters ever. they are the only ship i have kept coming back to. i have been doing this for YEARS. actual literal YEARS. and recently a prominent author deleted all of their conchell works. there are only 97 works in the tag. i have never recovered from this and i am very close to commenting on one of their other fandom fics about it. i wish there was a way to convey how absolutely ruthless this has been on me. i dont know how ill recover if theyve been lost forever.

#connor stoll was my first favorite character #thats not a joke. i read pjo in 4th grade and he was the first non-main character i latched onto. #when HE was the one who gave annabeth the peanut m&m's in moa??? i lost my goddamn mind. #i tried peanut m&ms and tried to make them my favorite candy after that. i had never had peanut m&ms in my LIFE before bc i was afraid #of the texture. after trying my first one i didnt like it bc of the texture. i continued saying they were my favorite for about a year. #i am a junior in college now and there is still not another character ive latched onto so hard. #these fic deletions have done irreperable damage to my psyche #please if ahyone has them ill pay you actual money #pjo #percy jackson #connor stoll #the stoll brothers #conchell #connor stoll/mitchell #connor stoll x mitchell #perct jackson and the olympians #pjo fic

[incorrectjercyquotes]

Jason: Jail's no fun. I'll tell you that much.

Percy: Oh, you've been?

Jason: Once. In Monopoly.

#jercy #percy jackson #jason grace #pjo #hoo #incorrect pjo quotes #incorrect hoo quotes #jason x percy #incorrect jercy quotes #incorrect percy jackson quotes #source: psych

[incorrectrachelxapollo]

Rachel: Are you in my house?

Apollo: Please, I haven't snuck into your house in weeks.

Apollo: Which reminds me, we're all out of peanut butter.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect pjo quotes #source: psych #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjoverse #pjo #trials of apollo #toa #apollo toa #apollo #rachel elizabeth dare #rachel x apollo

[jgracie]

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

masterlist | rules

❝ Can you please writhe a one shot with Jason and daughter of Psyche reader based on the song “I can fix him(no really i can)” by Taylor?Like imagine some time later when Jason is finally free from his demigod duties and goes to college with his friends,here he meets reader.Since she is a daughter of Psyche (the goddess of the human soul)she understands him immediately and she help him understand himself,discovering what he likes and to heal from his past and of course they fall in love. ❞ — anon

in which they shook their heads saying “god help her,” when you tell ‘em he’s your man

pairing jason grace x psyche!reader

warnings feelings of self loathing, slight bullying

on the radio . . . i can fix him (no really i can) (taylor swift)

an they r in new rome uni in this !! i feel like jason is a tad ooc but also its 11:30pm as im posting this and im tired

Everything you heard about Jason Grace screamed ‘red flag’. Son of Jupiter, ex-praetor, raised by wolves then sent to camp at the mere age of three or four - what was there not to be afraid of? To add to that, the way he carried himself exuded power in a way that would make anyone cower in fear. His face was inscrutable, crystal blue eyes unreadable in the same way the storms his father made were

However, you weren’t anyone. Your mother was Psyche, goddess of the soul. And as a daughter of Psyche, you could see right through just about everyone, including Jason Grace. Whenever you tapped into his energy, you couldn’t help but feel he was the complete opposite of what he presented himself as. While Jason seemed content with solitude to everyone around him, you knew that deep down, he was just seriously misunderstood and in desperate need for some loving

You were right. Jason’s life had been hell, especially the past couple years. His memory had been taken away from him, making him lose ties with all his friends and a potential lover, Reyna. Then, he’d gotten a new girlfriend and new friends, only for his girlfriend to dump him and his friends to all be too busy to spend a single second with him. Still, Jason had persevered. He applied and got accepted to New Rome University, he attended all his lectures, he got perfect grades, he tried his best to socialise. 

The latter never worked out though. People either saw him as Jason the traitor, the guy who’d chosen to leave with the Greeks instead of fighting for his camp (Jason would stifle a laugh at the phrase ‘his camp’ - if this were really his camp, they wouldn’t have easily found a guy who’s the epitome of everything un-Roman to replace him. They weren’t any better), or as Jason the soldier, the man who’d toppled Kronos’ throne and won in a fight against the titan Krios, absolutely untouchable and worshipped in a way that would make his father seethe with jealousy

Eventually, he gave up. If that’s how they wanted him to be, so be it. He shut himself off from the world, focusing solely on his studies and his plans for shrines for every God and Goddess. Little did he know, a certain someone was formulating the perfect plan to become his friend

Your plan backfired. You’d spent weeks keeping note of all the classes you had with Jason, even occasionally following him to see where he’d go after class (his dorm, immediately), and yet you couldn’t seem to get a single conversation out of him. The closest you’d gotten was when you sat next to him in one of your lectures and dropped your pen - he’d simply handed it to you without a word. For the split-second your fingers brushed, you took on all his pain and felt it pull you apart. How could he cope with all of this baggage? 

Luckily for you, the fates work in mysterious ways that in this case, happened to be in your favour

“Oh, I’ll leave. Sorry.” Someone mumbled from behind you. You had been having a hard time sleeping as it was exam season, meaning everyone’s late night stress as they did last minute cram sessions piled onto you, so you decided to go to the one place you knew would be quiet. It was a small garden you’d discovered as a freshman and dubbed as ‘your spot’, and you’d often come when you were feeling extra overwhelmed

Turning your head, your eyes widened as you saw none other than Jason Grace, who was about to go back to his dorm

“No, wait! You can stay, I don’t mind,” this was a first for Jason. Usually, people would go the other way at the sight of him, not offer to let him sit with them. He felt a gut-wrenching, yearning feeling in his stomach, and you felt it too. Softly, you patted the spot on the bench next to you. It was quiet between you, but with that simple gesture, you had made an everlasting mark in Jason’s mind

After that night, instead of leaving his bag on the seat next to him, Jason would put it on the floor in hopes that you’d see the empty seat and choose to sit there. You, ever the empath, did. The more you sat with Jason, the more words were said between you. You started the conversations, of course, asking him about his day and telling him about whatever minor inconvenience you had that morning

“I ran out of toothpaste,” Jason had said to you one day as you took your laptop out of your bag. This was his first time initiating a conversation. He wasn't sure why he did it, and cringed internally the moment those words came out of his mouth - toothpaste, Jason, really? - but you’d smiled and asked if he wanted to come with you to the shops after class, since you also needed to stock up on some supplies

That was the day Jason’s walls began crumbling down. Suddenly, he seemed to loosen up. His posture slackened and he smiled more often, told more jokes and even engaged in your banter. People gave the two of you weird looks as you walked around New Rome in fits of laughter, but neither of you cared 

Well, not until one fateful day. Jason had been making his way to class with two coffees in hand, one for you and one for himself, when he’d overheard two people deep in conversation. He’d never been one to eavesdrop, but when he heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t help himself

“That poor girl, she has absolutely no idea what she’s getting herself into,” one of them said. The other hummed in agreement, pity laced in his voice 

“She thinks she’s doing a good thing, being friends with him and all, but he’s just going to break her heart like he did Reyna’s. Jason Grace is no good.”

He nearly dropped his coffees. Suddenly, all the confidence he’d built came crumbling down, being quickly replaced with those walls he knew all too well, the only things he could trust other than you. Since he loved you so dearly, this was for the best. You’d find some other guy to befriend eventually. If all of Camp Jupiter could replace him after years of service, who’s to say you couldn’t after a couple months of being friends?

Coincidentally, you happened to be looking for Jason when you saw him standing there, a blank look on his face - the same one people had warned you about in your first year at NRU. This time, however, they didn’t have a fighting chance in fooling you. Even without your powers from being Psyche’s daughter, you knew Jason was a sweet guy with the kindest heart

“Jason, are you alright?” You asked, reaching to place a tender hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and your face dropped as you tuned into his feelings and realised the old Jason was making a comeback. It’s not like he’d ever been gone, no one ever gets rid of lifelong trauma and horrible experiences that quickly, but Jason’s aura hadn’t felt that self-loathing in a very long time

Looking behind you, you saw a couple give you a pitying look and the pieces clicked immediately. Scowling at them, you took Jason by the arm and dragged him to that garden where you first spoke. The garden that was no longer just your spot

“Whatever they said, I don’t care,” you told him, “they’re wrong, Jason. You can’t listen to them. From the moment I met you I knew they were wrong. Don’t let them win.” His eyes stared into yours, completely emotionless. His guard was up, and you didn’t know why (slight btd ref!!). Didn’t he trust you? 

His voice monotone, Jason replied, “this isn’t just about them, Y/N. You have no idea what I’ve been through. You don’t deserve to have to deal with that, it could affect you too. You could be making so many friends right now and yet you haven’t, because you chose to stick with me.”

The tension rose between you and you knew there was only one thing you could do: succumb to the pull he had on you once and for all. Grabbing him by the collar, you pulled Jason closer to you and kissed him fiercely

When you pulled away, you took a second to take in Jason’s dishevelled look before replying, “I don’t care. I’ll choose to stick with you in every lifetime.”

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Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Dark Eros Bucky Barnes x Psyche Reader

Summary: You're an artist living in New York City, just trying to live your best life. Lately though, you've been getting these weird flashes of a past life.

However, everything comes crashing to a halt when you meet the formidable CEO, James Barnes and his daughter, Kobik.

When you begin to know the single father and his only daughter, it seems that everything starts to fall into place. Along with his truly dysfunctional family members, who are probably the biggest bunch of weird family members ever— you've truly got your work cut out for you.

Gods, when had your life suddenly become so complicated?

Chapter Warnings: Past character death, mentions of war, Dark!Eros!Bucky, and abusive workplaces.

Additional Notes: A hugeeee thank you to @buckysswinter, whom without their insight and help with brainstorming, that this fic would have never been born. Ella, thank you so much for feeding into my PJO/Greek Mythology obsession. This baby would have never been born without your help.

As always, if you'd like to read this first chapter on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 6,117

As the sun began to fall down the sky, a platinum-haired young girl walked down the busy streets of Brooklyn. Headed towards the penthouse that she lived in with her father, Kobik Barnes grabbed a hair band from the front pocket of her leather jacket and quickly tied her hair. Her eyes peered all around the people who were swarmed around her in curiosity.

Mortals. They never truly changed.

Ever since Kobik had been born during the Great War, she had seen many things. She had made friends with nature spirits, naiads, dryads— even humans alike.

Except, everyone hadn’t known her as Kobik Barnes back then. That was her now.

Before the modern age, back in the old age of the gods, she had been known as Hedone, the goddess of pleasure. Daughter of Eros, and his past lover Psyche.

But she had never had met her mother. According to her father, it was a sensitive subject that he didn’t really enjoy speaking about around her.

Although, when they had started off in the first year in the modern era, her father had given her a picture of her mother.

She had retained the appearance of her mother ever since then. The only piece of her mother that she could hold onto was how she looked. She had never heard her voice, nor had ever been able to ever remember her mother holding her as a newborn.

Kobik knew that every time her father looked at her in the eyes, that he would get this solemn, look of grief in his eyes. Her father would close himself off, and he never really dated. Despite being very attractive and getting admirers everywhere he went, her father remained firm on staying true to her late mother’s memory.

“Tell me something about her, papa. Anything.”

The six-year-old who was perched on her father’s lap looked up at him. A pleading look in her eyes as her father closed his book. Moving it away from him, she saw him take a deep sigh. As if what he was about to say was going to hurt him for a long time. “You look just like her. But you have my eyes. You have her kindness. Your grandmother and she did not see eye to eye. It was more of my mother’s doing, anyway.” her father picked her up. Kobik remained latched onto him like a starfish on a rock. As they walked out of the study and into the hallway, to the stairs.

“Your mother was more beautiful than my mother herself. She was so beautiful that mortals stopped giving their sacrifices and worships to your grandmother and started worshiping your mother instead. So when she had ordered me to make your mother fall in love with the ugliest, most horrible creature alive… I had to follow her orders. I was her messenger. The one that did her dirty work. So, I obliged. Anyone who my mother deemed as a threat or dangerous needed to be terminated or dealt with. I expected this one to be like all the others.”

Kobik felt her father grip her a little tighter as he walked up the stairs to put her to sleep.

Whatever he was going to say next, was probably going to ruin his mood for the rest of the week. Possibly the rest of the month if he deemed it even that much so.

“I tracked her down. She had been in a dress. One that her servant had made for her.” Kobik’s bedroom door creaked open. Pushing the door completely open, her head burrowed into his shoulder as her father pulled the blankets away, to tuck her into bed. Kobik relaxed as she was placed into her bed, watching as her father pulled the blankets over her again.

Seeing his daughter nod in curiosity and eagerness for her father to continue, her father began to speak again.

“I had been so prepared to make her fall in love with the most ugliest, most horrible creature on the planet. But then I saw her.”

“And then I wondered, how could my mother make me ruin her life like that?” he wondered, making Kobik nod seriously in response. “So did you do it papa? Did you curse her?”

Could you blame her? She was very curious. It wasn’t every day that her father told her about her mother. It being a sensitive subject and all.

“No. No, I did not.”

Bright eyes full of eagerness shone as Kobik gasped dramatically. “What did you do papa?” her frantic tone made her father chuckle as the bed dipped. Sitting down on the bed, she melted a little when he petted her head.

“I fell in love with her instead.”

Kobik clapped her hands together in glee as her eyes sparkled in delight. “Really papa?” she was excited. “Oh yes,” her father was nodding vigorously now. “She was the kindest soul I had ever met in my life. You know how your grandmother influences people’s emotions and plays around with their love lives?”

Nods came from Kobik. “Well, I messed with my own. Kind of. In a way. Because then, your mother started to cry out how sad she was, that no one loved her. They just loved the image of her.”

“Because mama was very pretty. The prettiest!” Kobik was beaming now, a huge smile on her face. “Yes. Your mama was the prettiest. But, because she was so pretty, no one wanted to get to know her. All they wanted was a pretty thing.”

“Like a trophy wife? Or a sugar baby?” His daughter suggested.

“Sweetheart…” her father was beginning to narrow his eyes slightly. “Where did you learn those words?”

“From one of those Dateline shows I watch in my free time!” Kobik piped up, obviously happy to share this new piece of information with her father.

Her father had the opposite reaction though.

He knew he shouldn’t have bought that new TV all those months ago.

“We’ll talk about your TV habits in the morning, young lady.” her father’s scolding words made Kobik giggle. “Finish the story, papa! I wanna hear what happens at the end!” She encouraged him.

A look of pain appeared on his face before it went away. Heaving a deep sigh, her father gave her a reluctant nod. “As you wish.”

“We fell in love and got married soon afterwards. Everything was fine. Although… during our marriage, I had told her to never shine a light on me. I never wanted her to look at me. And your mama, even though she was curious— never shined a light on me. She never looked at me. She respected my wishes, and I respected her wishes of wanting to spend time with her. Your mother was very fond of drawing and reading. If she had not gotten married to me, I would have thought of her becoming an artist. Something like that, darling.”

“But then one day, the Giants attacked.”

Kobik gasped dramatically. Her father nodded grimly. He shut his eyes closed for a second.

This was always the worst part.

Gods, he fucking hated remembering it.

He remembered it as if it were merely yesterday.

“Your mother had gone out, for some fresh air. She wanted to take a walk. She assured me that she would be back soon, just in time for dinner. We always ate dinner together.”

“Oh! Just like us, right papa?” Kobik cut in. Her father nodded briskly. “Yes. Just like the two of us,” his voice was low.

“The Giants attacked your mother. I was… too late. I came too late. By the time I realized something was wrong and had gotten there… your mother was bleeding. I couldn’t do anything to save her. She was dying. She was pregnant with you, too. I couldn’t risk anything happening to you. And… I knew that she wanted nothing with godhood. I couldn’t do that to your mother. She had enough strength to give birth to you, and as she was dying… she asked to see me. In the flesh.”

“Did you show her what you looked like papa?” If possible, Kobik’s eyes were probably the size of saucers. “I held her while she died. I told her she would make it into Elysium. She would. If she didn’t end up there, then I told her I’d go into the Underworld myself and make those damn judges put her there. It was the most they could do for her.”

Kobik couldn’t help the giggles that escaped her. It lifted up the deary mood a little because then her father had begun to smile again.

“I miss mama. I wish she was here with us,” his little girl began to sniff. She fell into her father’s embrace as she sobbed into his shoulder.

“I miss her too, darling. I wish she was here with us too, Hedone.”

The sounds of the front door being opened as the locks turned caught a man’s attention. Pushing his papers to the side with a low groan, he managed to get up and walk out of his office.

Kobik Barnes, or as all the rest of the Olympians knew her as Hedone— was wearing a huge smile on her face when she caught sight of her father walking towards her from down the hall. Ready to greet her, as always.

“Hello papa.” Her friendly greeting made him smile. Just the slightest bit.

James Buchanan Barnes brought his only daughter into a huge. Burying his face into her hair as she giggled softly into his shirt.

The world and the elite class knew him as James Buchanan Barnes.

To the gods and goddesses of Olympus however, he was known as Eros, the god of love. To the Greeks, he had been known as Eros. To the Romans, he had been known as Cupid.

But to his only daughter, he was just papa.

And that was enough.

“How was your day, sweet pea?” asked James as he looked down at her. Kobik posed as an eleven-year-old, the cover story when they had arrived in this modern era that James had lost his wife, Kobik’s mother when she had been five. Six years had passed since then, and now, in the eyes of the mortals anyway, she would be eleven years old by now. Her birthday having been decided by the two to be June seventh.

“My day was okay, papa. Same old, same old.” Kobik’s reply made him chuckle a little. “Same old, same old, huh?” he couldn’t help but amuse her as he picked her up good-naturedly, walking to the kitchen. The kitchen lights turned on as James pushed the white button. Placing his daughter on top of the marble kitchen island, James went to work, walking to the fridge and opening the doors.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” Kobik perked up at her father’s use of French. Being the god of love and all, with his unfortunate mother being the goddess of love, James was fluent in French. Amongst other languages.

Being an immortal being gave him and his daughter plenty of time to pick up other languages.

“I think we don’t have any meat left, papa. I kinda wanted pork roast tonight. But we ran out of pork.” Kobik admitted sadly.

Opening the drawer where they kept their vegetables, James eyed the sack of potatoes. He also remembered they had plenty of onions left. And then, his blue eyes zeroed on the package of thick-cut bacon he had bought this morning.

“Don’t worry little one,” the God of Love assured his daughter, “—we can figure something out.”

A few weeks later…

You didn’t know how you had fallen asleep.

It had been a long, tiring shift at the art gallery that you worked at in Chelsea.

Your fucking boss had you working overtime again. You had been practically slaving your ass away, making sure that the art gallery showing later this week was perfect. Flawless, even.

Just like all of the other ones.

Sometimes, you really wondered why you chose to become an artist. Your two older sisters were far more successful than you ever would be, anyway. Your oldest sister was a dentist, and your second-oldest sister was married to a wealthy businessman.

And you were just the oddball in the family. An artist. As a young child, you never had any friends. You often had hid in the art room by yourself, being alone. Making friends had been hard for you. Growing up, you had been a shy sort of thing. Even when puberty had hit you like a freight train and you had gotten gorgeous, you still struggled to make friends.

Becoming pretty just joined the List of Reasons Why You Couldn’t Make Friends.

Although now though, it probably wasn’t looking like a small list anymore. It probably was looking like one of those long scrolls of parchment paper they used to use back in the day when writing a shit ton of stuff.

Anyways.

You stumbled into your apartment in Manhattan. It was a small two-bedroom, and it was around nine-hundred-and-fifty square feet. Truth be told, you didn’t mind the space. The bigger bedroom was used as your studio, and you stayed in the smaller bedroom. Not that the smaller space bothered you. You didn’t have a lot of things anyway.

“One of these days,” you grumbled under your breath. “—one of these days, I’m going to snap at him. He’s going to freaking push me there, I just freakin’ know it. Damn son of a bitch.”

Kicking off your shoes at the door, you made sure you properly locked it, even checking it twice. Before moving to the kitchen and turning on the lights. Throwing your purse onto your small counter, you opened a cabinet to grab one of your bowls. Flinging another cabinet open, you grabbed your cereal of choice. Pouring some into your bowl while opening the fridge door, you pulled out the milk and uncapped it, pouring some milk into the bowl too.

You were strictly a cereal first, then milk type of person.

Milk first, then cereal was just atrocious. And you stood firmly by that notion, thank you very much.

It was gonna be a cereal for dinner type of thing tonight. Which you were totally behind. Breakfast for dinner was amazeballs. Gleefully grabbing a spoon from the drawers, you bounced to your couch, putting your bowl of cereal on your little coffee table, and grabbed the remote, to turn on the TV.

Flipping through the channels as you munched on your cereal, your phone started to vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. Grumbling to yourself, you munched on the last bit of cereal before putting your bowl down. Taking your phone out of your back pocket, you saw the caller ID across your screen as Darcy Lewis.

Your bestie.

Your sister from another mother, basically. The two of you had been friends ever since college, even though you had gone to an art school in Manhattan and Darcy had gone to college for her science degree, the two of you had become fast friends.

“Hey! I bring good news!” Darcy’s voice chirped from the other end of the line.

“Good news?” you echoed as you lowered the volume on your TV. “Oh yes!” Darcy sounded delighted. “I can make it to the art gallery opening later this week!”

At the mention of the art gallery that was happening later this week, you couldn’t help but groan in pain.

“… are you okay?” Darcy sounded worried. You let out another groan. “Darc,” you complained, “—my boss has been having me work fucking overtime! I’m so tired! I don’t even know how I’m still even talking to you!”

“Because you love me, that’s why,” Darcy stated in a matter-of-a-fact tone that had you snorting.

Your bestie had a point.

“Point taken,” you shrugged. “So, what time are you coming?”

“Five! As usual.” Darcy’s chirpy voice made a small little smile start to appear on your face.

You really didn’t know how Darcy could stay upbeat and lively, not to mention bubbly all the time, but it at least made you feel a bit better.

With that, you continued to eat your cereal and talked with Darcy over the phone.

When you had decided to go to sleep, to no one’s surprise, you had fallen asleep pretty quickly.

But when you had fallen asleep was when all the trouble started.

You were dreaming again.

You knew for a damn fact, you were fucking dreaming again.

Because you saw yourself in complete and utter darkness before you fell down… down… down… and landed on a bed.

It was the same bed that you always landed in. Soft, fluffy, cushiony.

You started to hear voices again. You managed to hear a loud “Psyche!” before the terrain around you melted, and you fell out of your bed, going down… down… until you found yourself chained against a rock while a storm raged above you. Rain fell down and had completely soaked you from head to toe. Your clothes were drenched too. Your dress clung to your body like a second skin, making you shiver.

Thunder crashed and sounded in the sky above you.

Zeus was angry.

The rumbling of the sea down below you made you nearly look down. For a moment, all you wanted to do was jump, if you weren’t chained to the damn rock.

Suddenly, the earth cracked open under you and you were falling again.

You woke up with a gasp.

Your eyes even fell open.

Your heart pounded harshly in your chest as you shoved the blankets off of your body. Getting out of bed, you scrambled to get your phone to turn the flashlight on. Your feet smacked against the cold hardwood floors of your apartment as you walked through the small hallway, shivering to yourself as the cold air nipped at you, despite still wearing clothes. Stumbling into the kitchen, you turned the lights on. Bright light filled your vision as you recoiled from the bright lights as if you were fucking Edward Cullen from Twilight or something.

Wincing, you managed to grab a glass from the cupboard to drink some water to calm down your nerves.

Once you managed to get yourself under control, you took in a breath.

The dreams were coming back again.

They were always the same. You’d imagine yourself in a bedroom, and then, you’d be transported and chained to a rock while you wore mourner’s clothing. All the while a storm appeared above you, thunder crashing in the sky. Not to mention, the sea down below you, throwing a temper tantrum of some sort.

It was all so confusing to you.

Maybe you should have made another appointment with your therapist. She would know what to do.

For now though, you would try and fall asleep again.

A few days later…

James had been in the middle of having lunch when he got the call.

His phone that had been placed on his desk had begun to ring.

Loudly. It blasted one of Apollo’s stupid elevator tunes, which just proved to James that it was the damn sun god.

For a second, he humored the sun god by not answering the first two rings. Knowing that Apollo got agitated if he didn’t pick up by the third ring, James picked up his phone and pressed the green button.

Putting his phone to his ear, “Hello?”

“You little shit,” Sam’s voice was accusing him again. “You didn’t answer on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” James’s response had Sam scowling right into the phone as he grumbled. “You goddamn little shit,” Sam snapped at him, “—and to think I was going to give you and Hedone free tickets to the art gallery showing tonight.”

James nearly perked up at that. He had always been a sucker for art. Art anything, really.

Being the god of love, he appreciated all and any body types. Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, after all. So it always had interested him throughout the millennia, how sculptors and artists expressed how they thought their ideas of beauty were.

It amazed him, really. Made him curious.

Although, he seemed it was his way of distancing himself from his parents. His mother Aphrodite would appreciate the little things, but Ares, his father would always appreciate blood and gore.

His father had been thoroughly entertained by the Giant War, that had been for certain.

The Giant War… any thought of his wife made the aura that surrounded James grow darker as his power slowly seeped out of him. Luckily, his door was closed and the opening under the door was sealed off, so no one was getting influenced by his romance magic stuff today.

His employees would live to see another day, it seemed.

“… Bucky? Bucky? Buck? EROS?” Sam’s voice shouted from the other line, making James snap out of his thoughts. For a moment there, he was close to crushing his phone in his hands by how hard he was gripping his phone.

Composing himself, “What?” his reply might have come out a bit snappish, but could anyone blame him?

His wife, his Psyche’s death had kicked off the Giant War. His love’s death had made him announce war on the Giants. The rest of the gods had followed suit after the Giants had harmed the mortals too.

For the first time in his life, he finally knew what it felt like, to be consumed by rage. His father was the God of War, after all. Ares was known for enjoying the bloodier side of war. Blood, gore, all of the dead bodies of soldiers that had to put down their lives to the side that they had believed in.

James had been fueled by anger. By grief. By the fact that the only person that he had allowed into his heart was gone.

His wife had died because he had been too late to change her, to transform her into an immortal, like him. Deep down, he knew that Psyche would have never asked him for godhood willingly. Even if she was on death’s door, ready to be escorted down into the Underworld.

Because Psyche had valued life. Human life. She always saw the best in others, even if they didn’t deserve it.

Any thought of his wife made his heart clench. When she had been dying, when he had been holding onto her after she had given birth to Hedone, she had smiled at him.

“Show yourself to me.”

It had been the number one thing they had agreed on, the terms that he had set forth when saving her from her fate.

Even if he was being selfish about it.

Hedone was still crying and screaming in his arms.

“Please.” his wife’s voice was broken as she weakly tried to reach her hand out to try and touch him.

Something.

She watched as invisible arms grasped her up, as if she weighed nothing, to bring her closer to them.

Right before her eyes, she watched as her husband showed himself to her. Bright, white wings that reminded her of angel wings appeared and tucked themselves back into the man. His chestnut brown hair was to his shoulders as blue eyes that reminded her of ice stared down at her.

Wings.

She knew only one god who had wings.

“Eros.” The recognition and disbelief were in her voice as she took in her husband.

The man that she had fallen in love with, the man that she had lost her virginity to, the man that she had fallen pregnant and had just given birth to, the father of her child— was no other than Eros, the son of Aphrodite and Ares. The god of love and sexual desire himself.

A god. She had fallen in love with a god.

Well. Wasn’t she just lucky?

The Fates must have wanted her to suffer greatly right at this moment.

Even if Eros was considered a minor god, she knew that Zeus himself feared him. Like his mother, Eros could easily make war by meddling with human lives. Simple meddling of emotions, and he could easily create the Trojan War 2.0 without even having to lift a finger.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Even though he wasn’t Thantanos, he could tell.

His wife was dying.

“What’re apologizing for? I never knew…” she let out a cough, blood coming out of her mouth. “I never knew gods could apologize. Especially—“ another cough, more blood spewing out of her mouth as Kobik wailed. “—especially you.”

“Well, you learn new things every day,” her husband reminded her. Managing a weak chuckle, she winced in pain. “Yes… well, that’s t-true…” she gasped in pain, nearly almost screwing her eyes shut. Being hit by a Giant hurt more than people thought.

“Don’t move.”

Even if it hurt him to see his wife dying, he didn’t want to turn her into an immortal.

Because he knew that was something she didn’t want.

“If you move less…” his voice was hushed as he took her in, drinking in her appearance with tearful eyes, “—it’ll hurt less. Please.”

A soft, steady intake of breath made her chest shift up and down. Kobik whimpered when she watched as her husband gently put the newborn in between the two of them.

“My darling girl,” she whispered as she laid eyes on her daughter. He watched as she took in one last breath before her body became completely still.

As if she had felt it, Kobik shrieked and shrilled, beginning to cry again.

Too caught up in his grief, he didn’t even notice someone appearing behind him.

“… Eros? Eros? …. EROS!”

James jerked up in surprise.

Sam just sighed on the other line. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

He nearly gritted his teeth together in irritation. A deep rumble might have come from him too.

Sam just rolled his eyes. James could feel it, even though he was on the other side of the line.

“Geez… keep moping like this, and pretty soon I’ma confuse you for Helmut.”

“I have more class than the Big Three, thank you very much.” James’s snapped response didn’t quite fly by the big guy, because then, he could hear lighting around the sky. Signifying that Zeus didn’t quite like that comment, thank you very much.

“And you’re the only one of us who has a primordial for a mom. Congrats dude,” Sam sounded amused as he laid back onto his couch. Unlike most of his Olympian family members, Sam, or as everyone else knew him as Apollo, had the least amount of struggle of adjusting to the modern era. If anything, he had embraced it full heartily. The modern era was just so amazing! How could he have any trouble at all?

Except for Florida.

Yeah. No. he wasn’t touching that state with a ten-foot fucking pole. Too many weird people there. Even if Poseidon, or M’Baku as everyone knew him in this new era, liked being there because of the whole the-waters-are-nice there bullshit. Something like that.

What M’Baku found scarily nice about being in a state surrounded and lived in with alligators, Sam would never understand.

But Helmut? The god of the underworld? The depressed dude with way too much time on his hands?

Really, at this point, Sam was suspecting that Helmut was the criminal lord of the criminal underworld. He didn’t hang out with his uncle as much, but he knew his uncle was in some shady ass business. That was for sure.

Whatever. He’d ask at the next family gathering this Thanksgiving. Something that Hera, the queen of the god suggested they all do. Hang out at every holiday the mortals had. Thanksgiving. Christmas. Easter. All of the annual holidays. Even though they were as dysfunctional as they came. They might as well give TLC a run for their money at this point.

“… you have a Titan as a mother. I wouldn’t be talking, if I were you.” James reminded him idly. Sam shook his head, chuckling. “Nah. But Aphrodite’s been here longer than any of us. Oldest Olympian and stuff, remember? I’m surprised your mom doesn’t get mad when people mistake her for a goddess.”

“Common mistake. And I don’t talk to my parents anymore, remember?”

“Yeah,” Sam sounded a little bitter himself, “—we should have an annual club. Just us and the rest of the Olympians who have shitty parents.”

“No thank you,” James’s voice was crisp. “I don’t want to be seeing my father.”

Oh, right.

Ares was the son of Zeus and Hera.

Which meant, he also had shitty parents.

“Anyway,” Sam shrugged it off, “—are you and Kobik comin’ to the art gallery tonight? They’re going to the Greek and Roman sculptures tonight. Y’know— us.”

“I can buy some tickets tonight,” James replied, but Sam butt in. “I already bought three tickets for us. Just show up at the place.”

Which led James to now.

Kobik watched with rapt attention as she and her father walked through the halls of the art gallery, looking at all of the sculptures of every god or goddess.

“Papa!” Kobik was nudging him towards a particular sculpture. “Look!” She exclaimed in French. “It’s you!”

“Well, they do have the wings right,” James remarked, amusement in his voice. He picked up his daughter as she let out a giggle, looking at the sculpture. The Eros sculpture was made completely out of pure marble. From what James picked up, it seemed that they had carved him out during the time when he had cursed Sam to fall in love with Daphne.

A sensitive subject, that one. James knew that Sam didn’t like talking about it. The two of them had mended that part of their friendship, but he knew that Sam didn’t like to talk about it in particular.

And James would let him be like that. Love was complicated in many ways anyway. He would know. He was an expert in love.

Kobik let out a gasp as she eyed the Hecate sculpture.

She immediately frowned.

“Papa,” she said, turning her head to the side a little. “I don’t think Agatha’s gonna like that.”

James nearly laughed out loud when he looked at where Kobik was looking.

“No,” he agreed with her. “No, I don’t think she is. Would you like to go to the paintings section now, little one?”

Kobik nodded eagerly.

Meanwhile, in the painting’s section of the art gallery, with you…

You were tired.

So, so, so tired.

You had been running around the art gallery like a frigging maniac, trying to keep everything under control, to make sure everything was going as smooth as possible.

Thanks to your damn boss, you couldn’t stop for a second.

You desperately needed a second to catch your breath.

Although, Darcy had shown up. So that was a good thing. You had said hello to her before she had dashed off into the gallery, headed for the history lesson that they were doing.

Which left you alone to man the joint, even though you knew your boss was here.

Speaking of your boss…

A loud voice broke you out of your thoughts. Running a hand through your hair, you deeply exhaled.

Kobik had seen you first. She was holding onto her father’s hand as the two of them walked through the painting's wing of the art gallery, a beaming smile on her face. A loud man’s voice echoed through the hall though.

It made her turn her head to the side. Reminding her father of a familiar love primordial as her eyes narrowed.

You had heard your boss’s voice from down the hall from where you were, and you were so ready to throttle him. Right here and now. Even if there were any bystanders because you were already so damn tired.

Before today, you had worked a solid sixteen hours, making sure everything was perfect for tonight. And not only that, you weren’t allowed to at least have a look at all of your hard work. Granted, you were more of a paintings type of person, and not only that— your piece was hanging here tonight.

When you had been thinking of what to paint, at first, you didn’t really have any ideas.

After mulling over it for a few days, you had realized, or maybe it had been a subconscious decision— you had broken out your paints and paintbrushes and your canvas, and just started painting to some Lumineers. Bopping your feet to Ophelia, eight hours later, you had looked at your finished piece.

A painting of Eros, holding his dying lover Psyche. Hedone had been in the middle of the two of them as Psyche was in Eros’s arms, dying.

Something in you made you feel funny when you looked at it harder.

It just… seemed so lifelike. As if you had been here before.

But you had never even seen Eros. They were just myths to you. Because yeah, you had been a major Greek Mythology nerd back in high school. Heck, you had even taken a Latin class in college, because the obsession was still there. You were practically a Greek Mythology expert.

But seeing the painting made you feel eerie. Something pulled in your gut as if something terrible was about to happen.

Your boss’s loud voice filled your ears again, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Irritably, you turned around.

James saw you first.

Well, alright. He had seen the back of your head first, as you bickered with your boss.

When you finally turned around though, Kobik saw your face.

A little whimper left her as James walked through the crowd, walking towards you.

He heard Kobik’s thoughts.

Mama. Mama. Mama. It’s Mama.

Without thinking, Kobik yanked free from her father and ran towards you.

You nearly shouted in surprise as you were tackled down by a child. Your boss yelled though. Falling to the floor with a grunt, Kobik began blabbing. You really only caught the words of “Mama,” before Kobik broke out sobbing, clutching onto you as if you were her lifeline.

All you could do to cope with your newfound shock was to hold the child, bring her closer to you as she sobbed.

“I’m getting up now sweetheart, okay?” Kobik sniffed loudly as she gave you a weak nod, allowing you to get back up onto your feet.

Through the chaos and onlookers, James managed to make his way to you.

Huffing, James saw you.

In the flesh.

It was at this moment, he knew.

It was you.

You.

His wife.

His Psyche.

Psyche.

“Kobik! There you are, darling. I was looking for you. I’m terribly sorry if she caused you any trouble ma’am.” James quickly apologized as he took Kobik from you, as the little girl whimpered. The goddess kept saying “no, no, no,” even as James held her close to his chest, gently shushing her.

For the first time in your entire life, you were stumped.

Quite simply, the man who was holding the little girl who had crashed into you was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

The first thing you had caught was his eyes. They were blue. So, so, so blue. They reminded you of pure ice.

And the beard.

Oh, yes, the beard.

You were going to fantasize about that damn beard for nights to come.

The other you noticed, was that he dressed like a businessman. A wealthy one too. The child’s daughter was dressed in a navy blue suit, with a silver and red tie. A silver pocket square was nicely folded and in his breast pocket.

His shoulder-length chestnut brown hair was nicely combed back.

For a split second, you saw something else entirely. You saw a field of grass, and you saw him above you, holding you. You heard the child who this man was holding wailing. As if she was nothing but a mere babe and recently born.

And then, just like that, it was gone. People’s loud conversations and the busying of people walking past you filled your ears once again.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I don’t mean to bother you—“ a chilling look was shot towards your boss, “—my daughter’s just very jumpy tonight. Come on Kobik, say bye-bye to the nice lady.”

The little girl, no, Kobik— tearfully waved at you as her father turned around, walking away from you.

You were confused.

So, so, confused.

You had seen him before.

But where?

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[bigskydreaming]

I don’t often muse upon PJO, but when I do, its random as hell. 

Anyway, tonight’s thought (singular, also: derogatory, as in very possibly a mistake) is about exploring aspects of the Greek gods that are extrapolations of like, what they’d be like in the modern world instead of just in terms of their ancient myths.....and how that might widen the scope of their demigod children and their powers.

Like take Hephaestus for instance. God of the forge and fire, of invention and artifice......now widen the scope on those things through the lens of the modern age.....might he also be considered the god of modern science, not just in terms of things like engineering and technology, but also physics, chemistry? Or would those things fall more under Athena’s purview......unless you separated them into finer divisions. Like, you could consider Athena’s overview of knowledge and wisdom to make her the goddess of science and higher learning or whatever in general........OR you could separate it like.....Hephaestus is the god of natural or physical sciences like physics and chemistry, and Athena is the goddess of not just wisdom and tactics but things like psychology, computer sciences, etc.

Or OR get Dionysus up in there too, and make it like Hephaestus is the god of chemistry, of chemical reactions and the like, Athena is the goddess of physics, of the most full and complete understanding of the physical universe via things like the unified field theory and its comprising forces of electromagnetism, strong and weak nuclear force, etc, and then Dionysus the god of biology, hmmmm.....

Cuz imagine then, demigod children of Hephaestus, where instead of pyrokinesis, some get powers like transmuting elements.......oh man, the things you could do with that??? Not just lead into gold but they’d be terrors in battle because they could transmute the very air someone breathes into chlorine gas, blood into acid, flesh into stone. Or using that power defensively, making them able to keep guns from firing by dampening the chemical reaction that comes from igniting gunpowder, or just knocking someone out or putting them to sleep by just tanking their metabolic reactions. Mingling magic with modern know-how and creating their own version of truth serums by turning the water someone drinks into something akin to sodium pentathol when just brushing their fingers against someone’s glass, or rendering all drugs or toxins that might have been slipped into their drink null and void by transmuting them into harmless H20. 

(I know that Luke was mentioned briefly as being good at making potions aka alchemy due to being a son of Hermes, but frankly, transmutation as a mastery of the periodic table makes waaaaay more sense for Hephaestus’ kids, I’m just saying. And plus the Greeks didn’t so much consider Hermes an actual god of alchemy as they more just kinda viewed him as their god of all things miscellaneous and tended to lump anything they didn’t have particularly strong feelings about and/or a grasp of under his umbrella. Hermes was really just the patron god of being random as fuck and oh great gods of Olympus I have no idea what I want to do with my life, give me a sign. Hermes: poofs into existence on their shoulder and says SOUNDS LIKE YOU NEED TO GO BE GAY AND DO CRIME YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST, DIVINE MANDATE, LETS GOOOOOOO).

Give children of Athena more practical applications for being heirs to her wisdom, knowledge and strategic acumen by also giving her dominion in the modern age over humanity’s quest to better understand the universe we live in and all its rules, the ins and outs of the laws that govern reality itself.......thus Annabeth and others’ potential acumen for magic being here not the end result of them stepping on Hecate and her kids’ toes, but rather more a function of making them the embodiment of ‘magic is just sufficiently advanced technology’ as they - via an innate and heightened understanding of the very nature of the physical universe - find holes in the fabric of space and time that let them slip from Point A to Point B as easily as crossing the street, play tricks with gravity and relativity and things that leave others baffled and amazed and them just shrugging and being like its all in the wrist, dude, and also, the fact that our mom just GETS reality in a way that everyone else will still be playing catch-up to a thousand years from now.

Children of Dionysus (yes I know he barely has any shhh we’re not paying attention to the series we’re just musing on demigod powers here) who combine the godhood of grapes and revelry with loud music and laughter......the way music can help with plant growth, because music is essentially just VIBRATIONS and vibrations stimulate activity in plant cells in a variety of ways.....and thus similar to Mr. D’s tricks with controlling vines and rapidly growing plants, AND his ability to affect the psyches of others, which is described as inflicting or curing madness and I’m like ehhhh do we have to describe it thus though.....put all that in a pot, shake it, not stir, and abrakadabra, alakazam, other psychic pokemon random Psyduck shout-out and voila! ALL of that could be afixed to and made the end product of godly and demigodly control and manipulation of vibrations, cuz Dionysus is literally the god of just vibing in all its infinite forms.....and thus its all just about how vibrations affect plant life on a cellular level, how they can affect brain chemistry in a variety of ways, triggering a lot of the more primal centers/functions of the brain, etc. You kids are driving me crazy, he’d yell at his demigod kids, and they’re like umm wow, like ACK CHOO UGHLY, father, welcome to the 21st century, all we’re really doing is directly stimulating the prefrontal cortex of your cerebellum with our banging rock music, and its making you angy, what about it?

And speaking of actually, if we and by we I mean me cuz I am and its wheee, are theorizing about Athena’s brood getting to be all magical wunderkind whizkids with their scientific acumen and divine cheat-sheets for the physical universe, maybe Aphrodite and her kids could snatch up those psychology and psychiatry job titles instead. Love, desire, also things like obsession, hyper-fixation......is Cabin Mighty Aphrodite really just pheromone central or are its campers more like magical dopamine and serotonin factories just pumping out good vibes all around them, being like come hang out, its free brain juice. Like, imagine kids of Aphrodite who just by their mere presence could help the legions of ADHD demigods focus better, concentrate easier, get shit done because the goddess of passion and her children like....have the gift of helping people to more productively pursue their passions in ALL forms, not just the physical desires they hold for others but the passions they hold for arts and crafts and sports and y’know, saving the world on magical coming-of-age quests when their milkshakes bring all the monsters to the yard. 

And then Ares not just as a god of war and conflict, but of entropy....the tendency of the universe to trend towards disorder, randomness, uncertainty....the kind of things that so often incite or enflame conflict......but applied at large not just to interpersonal dynamics but to the world itself. With his children possessing demigod abilities that disrupt or weaken bonds, both in the form of emotional ties between allies and commitments towards various ideals or courses of action, but also the ability to PHYSICALLY weaken bonds, resulting in an enemy’s weapon falling apart at a touch, or increasing the instability or volatility of an object so it blows up akin to how Gambit of the X-Men’s powers work and can turn even playing cards into a weapon, etc, etc.

And don’t even get me started on Hermes! No, seriously, don’t. Mostly because I haven’t thought that one through yet and I got nothing. I mean I got some things but they are nebulous and have yet to spring forth fully formed from my head like Athena from the fuckhead of Zeus, that absolute fuckhead of legend and yore. In my defense though, I haven’t like, eaten any primordial goddesses of thought and memory, so.......like, idk, I’m taking the longer route here I guess.

[jaroslavlewis]

PERCY JACKSON X HAIKYUU AU: DAISUGA

Thinking about a PJO X Haikyuu AU. Torn between giving DaiSuga a Percabeth relationship. Daichi being the Son of Poseidon (since he has the strong, calm leader presence) and Suga being the Son of Athena (since he is cunning and such a good strategist).

They have some similarities too. Daichi can be such a big dork like Percy and Suga being a smartass has the same sass as Annabeth (but he's more chaotic lol)

OR What if Suga is Aphrodite's son. It takes a while for him to be claimed by the goddess but when he does, everyone's really amazed because they all expected him to be Athena's kid.

Suga secretly hoped to be part of the Athena Cabin because the kids there are nicer as compared to the ones in Aphrodite's and also because of Kiyoko, daughter of Athena who became his instant friend at camp.

He has also read up on Mythology and he knows all the horrible things that his mother has done and he thinks she's quite petty. He doesn't like the goddess very much... In the days that he hasn't been claimed he kept praying to the gods, "Please not Aphrodite... Please."

When he moves to the Aphrodite Cabin, he gets into trouble with one of his half-siblings, the Cabin Counsellor,Oikawa who is threatened by Suga and has the charmspeak gift.

Oikawa is jealous of Suga because Suga's even prettier and more charming than he is. One time Suga and Oikawa get into a fight, Oikawa uses his gift on Suga but it doesn't work... Because as it turns out Suga has the gift too.

And this infuriates Oikawa all the more because for the longest time he believed that he was Aphrodite's favorite because he was the only one who had the gift. He feels threatened that with this, Suga may be out to steal the counselor title from him.

But the truth is... Suga hates the gift so much. He doesn't like manipulating people and feels that people are only drawn to him because of the gift...

That is until he meets Daichi... Son of Hephaestus, also the counselor of their cabin. Daichi has the gift of fire. He hates how dangerous it is especially when he couldn't control it at times. He relates with Suga about having a love-hate relationship with their parents' gifts.

They confide in each other a lot from then on and start to fall in love. Daichi makes Suga realize that he is lovable not just because of his beauty nor because of his charmspeak gift.

Suga helps Daichi control his pyrokinesis.Helping him calm down with soothing words.Suga's charmspeak helps Daichi come back to his senses when he loses control of the fire. Because of this Suga feels his gift finally has a good purpose coz he is able to protect the person he loves.

Ahckkk should I write a fic about this????

Might add some Iwaoi content. Oikawa is dating Iwaizumi who is the Son of Ares and Counsellor of the Ares Cabin. Iwaizumi who is Ares' son ironically gets along with Daichi who is Heph's son. Daichi always helps Iwaizumi make his weapons and Iwaizumi finds him very reliable.

INSPIRED BY THIS TWEET AND FANART: https://t.co/tE1OHiSnq7.

ALSO INSPIRED BY THIS GREEK MYTHOLOGY AU DAISUGA FIC WHERE DAICHI IS EROS, SUGA IS PSYCHE AND OIKAWA IS APHRODITE.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17967245

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