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takeustothelakes · 1 year

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it’s your fault.

the finished product of the poll results!! the winning pov was will’s!

dedicated to @residentxangel because i said i would repay you for the chem answers <3

no warnings other than the stereotypical pjo violence!

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The bandage feels rough in his palms as he wraps it around Sherman’s calf.

“Don’t put too much pressure on it without the crutches,” he tells Sherman, holding his gaze seriously. “It might just be a strain now but it doesn’t mean it can’t escalate.”

“You got it,” Sherman grumbles. “Can I get out of here?”

Will leans back into his chair, gesturing to the open door with his arm. “Yeah.”

Sherman puts the crutches under his armpits and pushes up onto his feet, hobbling out the door. Will sits in the chair a moment longer, staring at the now empty bed before grabbing the clipboard at its footboard and filling out the paperwork for Sherman’s file.

“Hey, sugar,” Drew says, knocking once on the infirmary door before strutting her way to his side. Her fingers comb through his tangled hair, gentle. “Head counselor meeting in five.”

“Michael isn’t here,” he hums. “Maybe check the cabin?”

Her fingers stop moving and then he remembers.

Michael is dead.

His hand hovers over the paper. It starts to shake and Will drops the pen like it burned him. He tosses the clipboard on the bed, standing up silently.

Drew’s hand slips from his hair to his hand. “It’s okay,” she whispers. She squeezes his hand tightly, only releasing when he squeezes back. “I do it too.”

His eyes trail over her tired face, the tips of a frown on her lips, stress wrinkles already appearing by her eyes. He doesn’t dare mention anything, though.

He stays quiet and they walk to the Big House.

“It’s awful,” he finally says when they’re steps away from the door. “We’re only 14 and we’re head counselors.”

“I know,” Drew sighs. “Come on, these fools have no patience.”

She drops his hand and only then does he see the mess of her hair. She pushes the door open and steps inside, her hand lingering on the handle before it twitches. Her hand pulls away from the handle and the door closes.

He takes a breath and pushes the door open.

Everyone looks at him before continuing a previous conversation.

“So, hon,” Drew says sweetly to Annabeth. “How’s the relationship?”

Annabeth’s face twitches. Drew moves her chair over a few inches and pulls up a chair for Will to sit in. He pats her hand in thanks as he settles.

“I can always ask my mother to…bless your relationship,” Drew smirks at Percy and Annabeth. “Perhaps she could bless you in certain areas too.”

“Drew,” Annabeth snaps. Her face is flushed red with embarrassment. “Quit it.”

Drew heaves out a sigh, leaning onto Will’s shoulder. “There goes my entertainment.”

“Okay, seriously,” Katie says. She sits straighter and glances at Chiron. “What’s this meeting for?”

“We need to discuss funerals,” Clarisse says, arms crossed. “Colors, when, whatever.”

Will can feel Drew tense when Clarisse begins to engage in a conversation with Travis and Pollux. He listens as everyone takes turns naming their dead siblings and the shade they want the shroud to be.

When it’s Drew’s turn, he places his hand on the back of her chair and pokes her shoulder. He catches Annabeth’s eye and she raises a brow at him. Will ignores her and waits for Drew to speak.

“Sierra needs baby pink, Maddox a pastel pink, and Laura needs coral,” Drew says, staring her nails as if she’s uninterested in planning her sibling’s’ funerals. But he can see the quiver of her jaw.

“What about Silena?” Percy asks with a tilt of his head.

The question is innocent. He means well. But Drew clenches her hands into a fist and slams it on the ping pong table, turning her head to look out one of the windows. A clear dismissal of the question and of Silena in general.

The air is thick and Will feels like he shouldn’t be here.

“Silena needs peach,” Clarisse says, clearing her throat.

Will can practically hear Drew’s train of thought. Silena needs to be kept in the ground.

“Okay, Will?” Annabeth prompts, pencil poised over a notepad. “How about you?”

“Um, uh,” he fumbles. “Uh, Isabella needs a lemon color. Brianne needs an amber color. Flynn needs goldenrod, so does Jack. And Michael-“

He chokes on the name. Will feels something grab onto his neck and squeeze. He coughs and he pushes his chair out, putting his head between his legs. Drew’s hand rests on his back. “Gold.”

He hears the scratch of the pencil on paper and Clarisse says, “Okay, meeting-“

“It’s your fault,” he whispers. His hands grip his hair, tugging gently before making it hurt.

“Hey, stop,” Katie says, grabbing at his hands.

“It’s your fault,” he repeats. He brings his head up and stares Clarisse in the eye. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“You're the head counselor, aren’t you?” she scoffs.

“Michael should be here,” he growls. He stands up and the feeling on his neck tightens. “And you killed him.”

Clarisse gapes, blinking until she processes what he’s said. “How dare you? I did not kill him, Percy did!”

“Don’t bring me into this!” Percy yelps.

“You both killed him!” Will shrieks. His hands fly up to point in their faces. “Both of you!”

“William,” Drew tries, bringing a hand to hold his forearm.

“No! If Clarisse wasn’t so fucking stubborn and so fucking stuck up, Michael would still be here. If you could have let go of your fucking pride over shit that doesn’t matter,” my brother would still be here!”

“I’ve lost brothers too, Solace,” Clarisse growls, standing up to her full height. “You don’t see me acting like a child-“

“I am a child!” he screams. He drops his hands and slams them on the table. “You didn’t go through two head counselors in less than a year, did you? You didn’t see that monster crush Lee’s head in, but I did. You didn’t see Michael fall but I did. I saw. I watched. I watched Percy kill him, I saw it all. I saw you, sitting on your ass in your fucking cabin while my brother fell to his death.”

“And you,” Will spits, whirling on Percy. The demigod’s face is full of shock and regret. But Will wants none of it.

Something dark sits in his chest, has been sitting since Lee died and it wants out. So he’s letting it out.

“You let him die. You killed him. You broke that bridge and you didn’t even look.” Percy tries to speak but Will slams his hands on the table again. “Shut it!”

“Will,” Annabeth says slowly. “I think maybe-“

“I think you should shut the fuck up.” He smiles fakely in her direction and takes in the wonderful pleasure of her surprise.

“Will, I’m sorry,” Percy says. “I tried-“

“Stop fucking lying! I watched you. You turned around and then Malcom gave you the phone and you made me save Annabeth when I could have saved Michael. You could have found his body, but you didn’t. And I will never forgive you.”

Will’s chest is heaving and the tension in the room is too suffocating. He has to get out.

He scrambles past the others

and out the door. He runs to his cabin, putting as much space between him and his brother’s killers as possible.

His body slams into the cabin door and his hand keeps slipping from the knob and his chest feels like it’s caving in.

“Oh, William.” It’s Drew.

“Honoka,” he gasps out. “I can’t- the door-“

“I got it, darlin,” she coos. “Let me do it.”

He lets her take his hand and stares as she opens the door. She pushes him in, closing the door behind them. Drew takes him to his bunk, asks him to lay down.

“Do you need a nap, hon?”

Will nods and Drew hums, taking the blanket at the foot of his bed and putting it on him. He tilts his head up and sees the concern on her face, plain and clear. That never happens.

“Will you lay with me?” he asks quietly, like a boy asking his mother.

Drew smiles and nods. He scootches over until there’s enough space for her. He waits until she’s done taking off her shoes and has her body on the bed before he pounces, clinging to her.

“Oh, Will,” she sighs. “What have they done to you?”

“You’re my best friend, Drew,” he deflects. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sugar. Want me to tell you about this pretty girl at school?”

He nods and she starts talking. Her voice is smooth and soft, and Will knows she’s laced charmspeak in her voice to lull him to sleep.

But he finds that he doesn’t mind. He lets her continue until he’s dead to the world.

#will and drew are best friends that is my canon #will doesn’t know how to process his emotions #this is very dear to my heart #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #clarrise la rue #clarisse pjo #katie gardner #pollux percy jackson #travis stoll #will solace #drew tanaka

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batcavescolony · 4 months

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New Camper #1: hi, we're new.

New Camper #2: yeah, we were told to-

Mr D: MY SONS! HOW ARE YOU? Do you have wine?

Chiron: he's not actually your father, he just wants wine.

Castor(new camper #2):oh

Pollux(new camper #1):so who is our-

Mr D: ...so funny story *waves hand*

Purple grapes symbol🍇: *appears over Castor and Pollux's heads*

Mr D: so about that wine?

#dionysus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #castor and pollux #castor #pollux pjo #castor pjo #pollux #percy jackson show #percy jackson series #do those names sound familiar? no no they dont. do not look them up. they mean nothing. absolutely nothing.#pjo tv show #pjo tv series #pjo tv adaptation #batcavescoloy watches the PJO tv show #batcavescolony watches

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yonemurishiroku · 5 months

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Yeah Jason, when?

This is exactly what I’ve been talking about like Percy had a crush on Luke and Nico caught up to it since he was the same once 😭😭 I’m so happy to find this fic akhdakhdjshdsj

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jason grace #percy jackson #jercy #lukercy #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw?#percy had a crush on luke #nico/pollux #pollux pjo

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audreyscribes · 4 months

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

🍇DIONYSUS; God of Wine making, fertility, theater, festivity, and insanity. 🎭

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

You get claimed in an untypical manner. You heard of demigods waiting for a sign of their godly parent claiming them, with a glowing symbol above their head. Instead, when you get introduced to the camp members, Mr. D appears carrying a can of diet coke and casually states “No need to put them in the Hermes’ cabin. They're one of mine's”

Cue the record scratch. This immediately brings a lot of confusion and gossip. Many eyes look between you and Mr. D who doesn't seem bothered at all. You saw Chiron sigh and place his hand to his face, giving your godly father a disappointed headshake. Then you hear Castor and Pollux yell that they have a new sibling that they didn't even know about?!

You get a lot of looks of sympathy and jealousy. You don't figure out why until a little bit later on. Chiron fills you in with a reassuring voice but also speaks with an exasperated tone to Dionysus

Although you guys can't make wine or touch anything alcohol related, you did inherit Dioynsus' wine making skills. This includes also being good at making infused drinks or mixing drinks that range from mixing soda flavours together to making your tea blend. Even if the flavours shouldn't work together or whatever the drink type you're making, you just can. You are your own personal barista.

Putting this first and out of the way, you're both in a blessed and awkward situation where you are able to see and interact with your godly parent. Mr. D tries to treat you like every other demigod in Camp Halfblood, and that makes it awkward when you don't know if you should call him “Dad” or “Mr. D”, but at the same time, you know you have it better then others.

It doesn't mean Mr. D doesn't keep an eye out. When you dedicate your offerings to the gods and look at him when you do it, you can just see Dionysus’ face soften and his eyes have a hint of affection.

Don't ask how you or your other half-siblings came to be if Mr. D was sentenced to Camp Halfblood. You won't get an answer from but at least you know you're not alone and the twins are glad to have a baby sibling. Get ready for the youngest sibling treatment.

Dionysus is the God of Theatre so you have a theatrical flare. Even if you're introverted, you're not exempt; this can be applied in how you do certain things or be rather convincing at times. If you're extroverted, well, you're automatically the Theatre kid.

This turns out to be rather useful in events like Capture the Flag in a state of mania. When the heat of the battle starts to get to you, you feel your godly parent's power begin to rise in you and you can use that theaters flair to rouse your teammate's spirits up. You can also get a bit maniac and effect your teammates and enemies alike and become rather terrifying.

You have a bit of a green thumb so you can find some solace with the Demeter kids. However, unlike the Demeter kids who can just make plants grow and flourish, your green thumb only really applies to plants you have an interest in like Dionysus with his grapes…or now strawberries. Regardless, you can keep a houseplant alive at least.

Aside from a few very selected people within Camp, you're one of the few people who has seen Mr.D's true form. Not his godly form or the Mr. D you've seen, but the form he usually shows in front of mortals. Then it becomes very obvious how your other parent became so enamoured. You thank him silently for taking up his current form because you’re not going to be ready to hear about Mr. D being a DILF.

“Welcome to Cabin 12!” greeted Castor and Pollux as they opened the door to the cabin. You looked inside and saw how lived in the cabin was. It was clear the twins didn't expect to have another sibling and judging by the absolute shock that your shared father was supposed to be stuck in Camp, they really didn't expect him to have another mortal child.

You also noticed on one of their nightstands there were stacks of Coke and Pepsi, each belonging to one of the beds. There were copious amounts of it, and you wonder if being a child of Dionysus was a prerequisite of having a drink as your go-to drink. Like wine fo Dionysus…though you heard he had to switch to Diet Coke due to his punishment.

“Yeah, sorry for the whole…mess,” said Castor as he looked sheepish. “Pollux and I weren't expecting anyone else to be here, especially since it's been so long since we've first arrived. And you know, our dad, being, well-”

Pollux cleared his throat, “What Castor means, despite everything, we're thrilled to have a baby sibling. We've always been together so we're not that alone, but every now and again, we kind of get envious of the other cabins and having other siblings.”

You smiled when the door is knocked and a new bunk bed is being brought in, Castor and Pollux grinned at you. “Come on, let's get your stuff and space ready, and let's go see our dad.”

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welshaphrodite · 2 years

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Imagine the heartache of the demigods at Camp Half Blood whose friends left to join Kronos. Did the departed whisper goodbye? Try and convince their friends to join them? Or did those left behind wake up one morning to find the empty bed of another sibling? To see another empty spot on the bench at breakfast? No warning. No note. No need to wonder, because everyone knows where they went. Did the Hermes kids wake up one morning and realize that their cabin, the home of unclaimed demigods, felt spacious for the first time in years?

At the battle of Manhattan, how did it feel to look across enemy lines and see your sibling? A best friend? A crush? A familiar face from across the campfire?

Did Kronos’ army help you feel at home on your first day at camp? Did they carry you to the infirmary after a nasty game of capture the flag? Were they your first kiss? Did they place a steadying hand on your back as you climbed up the rock wall, making sure you were safe?

As demigods on both sides of the war drew their swords, was it like looking in a mirror? How must it have felt, to be prepared to fight and kill someone just like you?

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tending-the-hearth · 4 months

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my favorite hc is that the chb head counselors (specifically the ones who were there and experienced the manhattan battle) are best friends.

they have sleepovers in the poseidon cabin (since it's just percy and tyson), they have monthy group outings where they just go out and get to be kids, sally invites them over at least once a week for dinner, they walk to activities together, they're so clingy it's ridiculous.

the campers who experienced the battle get it, because there's only so much death and parentification a literal teenager can take before needing to rely on others, so seeing percy carrying will piggy-back out of the med cabin, or watching clarisse chasing one of the stoll brothers around camp, or seeing annabeth, chris, and katie engaged in a heated debate over which area to plant the newest strawberry field, it's all normal to them.

they will absolutely die if they are not within twelve feet of each other, they legally have to be around each other at all times or else they will lose it. when percy got back to chb after his disappearance, the head counselors spent the day inside the poseidon cabin, all piled together in a demigod puppy pile, percy at the center with clarisse's elbow in his ribs, katie's knee hitting his temple, one of the stoll brothers attempting to use his knee as a back rest, pollux's hand dangerously close to smacking him in the face, and the biggest, happiest smile on his face.

#after writing the fic last night i'm having EMOTIONS ABOUT THEM #i love thalia and nico but i just think the chb year-round head counselors have a specific bond #they're obvi included when they're around #but yk what i mean #the group of travis katie connor chris clarisse annabeth percy grover pollux and will is so important to me #THEY HAVE ANXIETY AND TRAUMA AND ARE EACH OTHER'S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT TEAM #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #travis stoll #connor stoll #katie gardner #will solace #pollux pjo

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darkstarknight03 · 4 months

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Do you think Dionysus has known Castor and Pollux their whole lives? Do you think he realize the opportunity laid in front of him to actually spend time with some of his kids from a young age and said to their mortal parent “Hey, babe, I can take them over the summer.” Do you think they would drive up to their Dad’s house on the weekends? Do you think Chiron got extremely anxious about the fact that Dionysus was left in charge of two infant children and quickly encouraged the campers to offer to babysit (which they did because they were adorable babies, ofc)? Do you think campers got jealous about their close (but not perfect) relationship with their Dad? I know that it’s generally agreed upon that Dionysus gets campers names wrong so it will hurt less when they die, but do you think he put in extra effort with his own kids because he said Fuck It, it’s going to hurt anyway? Do you think when Dionysus stormed into the Council of Cloven Elders meeting after the Battle of the Labyrinth, he was thinking about baby Castor, playing in the strawberry fields and hanging out with Satyrs and Nymphs in the trees?

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #dionysus #mr d pjo #Mr d #Mr. D #Dionysus pjo #castor and pollux #castor pjo #pollux pjo #castor and Pollux pjo #good dad Dionysus #camp half blood #Chb #chiron #chiron pjo

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what-the-phoenix · 4 months

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We just forgot how weird it must be for outsiders that Camp HalfBlood just has the Dionysus, one of the 12 Olympians, as Camp Director.

Like what do you mean your Camp Director is a primordial immortal being who has been sentenced to community service and enforced sobriety by his father?

Most demigods don't meet their parents a lot in their lifetime and your saying all Cabin 12 has to do is go up to the Big House with a 6 pack of diet coke and can play pinochle to gamble money with their godly parent.

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo disney+#pjo series #dionysus #castor and pollux #cabin 12 #camp halfblood

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stygianoaths · 1 year

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There are times where I wonder if Luke asked Dionysus to cure his mother, you know, what with Dionysus being the god of madness.

I like to believe that Luke had offered to steal the best bottle of wine there is to be stolen in the world, a solemn promise from the son of Hermes.

"No one would know," he whispered earnestly.

Not even the gods.

And maybe Dionysus had laughed at the idea, no matter how intriguing it was, because of course a demigod of mere fifteen would be so bold yet naive to strike deals with gods so much bigger than he. He shut the child down on the spot. He wouldn't fall for such nonsense.

"And risk my father's wrath? You mock me," he drawled. He had made it a point to omit the fact he was not going to tamper with his uncle's curse either. It was off-limits after all, just like that troublesome nymph. He flicked the dirt from his nails, ignoring the way Luke shook on the spot.

"Well? If that's all you better get going, Lucius," he had said.

And Luke's wrath bubbled over in return.

"What good are you gods for, if you won't help us? You're so useless," he scoffed.

Dionysus's eyes lit up in purple at the jab and he got up from his chair. The ground shook as vines broke through the earth. Something felt off yet familiar with the way Luke did not cower at the display of power. Tch, heroes and their bravado.

"We gods do not owe you mortals anything."

"Yes, you do?" Luke retorted with incredulity, dragging a chair to the side as he inched on Dionysus, uncaring of the purple flames that had begun to circle them, the vines that were dangerously close to tugging him by the ankle.

"You owe your entire existence to humanity! We wrote your stories and remembered you! We fought your battles and we died for you!"

"And?" Dionysus laughed, though there was no humor behind it, "I don't care. You can come up with a thousand sob stories, Luis, and I still won't care. I've seen it all and it's all the same. You demigods are nothing but mayflies, destined to die early since the day you were born."

That seemed to silence the boy.

"Of course, I'll make sure to tell all of that to Castor and Pollux. I'll tell them Pops doesn't give a damn if they die now or later, because apparently it doesn't matter anyways. Tell them how he knew what demigod life would be like for them and still went ahead and brought them into this world anyways."

Or not.

"Take their names out of your mouth, boy," Dionysus warned, vines seizing at Luke's wrists and knees.

"Or what? You're gonna drive me insane just like Mom?"

Dionysus wanted to tell him that he was pretty much halfway there, with the way Luke wore that look of hysteria that bordered on madness. It was so faint yet tangible all the same. Dionysus wanted to push the kid to the limit, see him snap.

"Oh, but that would be too easy!" he sneers, "no, I was thinking more of that little sister of yours you so adore, Annie Bell, her name was? Yes, yes I think madness would look absolutely delicious on a daughter of Athena."

There was absolutely nothing to back up that threat, but it seemed to hit the mark.

Luke had crumpled completely, like something hit him hard in the stomach. Dionysus's lips twitched up in victory. If the boy wanted to play dirty and mention family, then it was only fair he would too.

"Fuck you," Luke whispered, tears cornering in his eyes.

Before the god could act on his threat, however, the sound of trotting hooves nearing towards the Big House made their way through the windows.

Dionysus sighed, raising a hand to release the vines' hold on Luke. He did not want to listen to Chiron's lecture on how threatening the lives of demigods isn't "Camp Director" like.

Luke, on the other hand, slammed the door behind him, scaring off the harpies perched on the roof of the Big House. Dionysus had half a mind to choke the kid with grapevines for the act of insolence.

Chiron came through that same door, placing a hand on the side of it while he looked backwards.

"With that anger, he will get himself killed too early," he murmured with concern. Dionysus snorted, letting the vines return to the soil, the flames around him dying down.

"They all do."

Oh, how he would eat those words, watching Castor's shroud burn.

He was too young. Too young.

A nagging voice reminds him that so was Luke. So was Thalia. So was Annabeth. So was Percy. So was Nico. So was nearly everyone that huddled around the pyres, holding each other and sobbing. Gods, they were crying. War was never kind.

Even that daughter of Ares, who would rather be caught dead than vulnerable, let slip a few tears, and her hissed out "are you happy now?" as she shoved herself past the god of wine will haunt him for millenias to come.

If only he had tried to save May Castellan, given her back to Hermes the way he was supposed to, maybe his son would be standing here with him and watching the pyres light up the night.

Instead, all he could do was listen to Pollux's hysterical screams while Hermes pulls Castor up by the hand, taking the newly deceased to a place where Dionysus can no longer follow.

#in which i bonk dionysus with the 'feel remorse you bastard' sledgehammer #also this is my explanation as to why he helps chris rodriguez get his sanity back because his character arc felt a little choppy #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #dionysus #luke castellan #annabeth chase #may castellan #hermes #percy jackson #thalia grace #clarisse la rue #castor #pollux #chiron #nico di angelo

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kekaki-cupcakes · 8 months

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Hiiii! I loved ur Hermes kid!

Could I ask for a male son of Dionysus x either Leo or nico?

Sorry if I got ya wrong and don’t feel pressured or anything!

Have a lovely day!

When there isn't a lot of info in an ask I kinda have to make the reader a personality so that it isn't too bland too read so sorry to y'all that aren't like this <3

Redecoration---Nico di Angelo x Son of Dionysus

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Nico had been glaring at the roof of skulls for a solid ten minutes, sort of hoping the hatred in his eyes would just poof them out of existence, when someone finally showed up.

Apparently after an incident in the Aphrodite cabin, people weren’t allowed to just grab a bucket of paint and some new furniture to fuck around and find out, which was why Nico had been sent someone to help him fix the mess that was the Hades cabin.

Apart from the hundred skulls hot glue gunned to the rood, the beds were wooden coffins, the lamps were ancient looking chandeliers, and all of the walls were a dark ugly gray, like there was a serious mold problem. Now that he thought about it, the color might actually be a mold problem.

“Never fear, goth! For I am here!”

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Nico took a deep breath and turned around, obsidian eyes already narrowed with dislike as he took in the taller boy trotting over. He was holding a crate in his arms, filled with color swatches and chunks of fabrics, magazines sticking out of the top.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who needs redecorating, right?” The boy asked, already letting himself into the dim cabin that smelt of rich dark chocolate for some reason. “Yeah… no offense but we have to fix this, even if you're the wrong person.”

Nico felt a sudden need to defend the atrocious carpet and bat shaped door knocker from this boy, who was wearing a maroon shirt picturing a glass of wine. “I was eight.”

“No shame here, everyone makes bad decisions.”

There didn’t seem to be any point arguing with this boy, who had already dumped the box of supplies on one of the coffin bed lids, and was staring around at the dark cabin, hands on his hips.

Nico just followed him inside, shoving his hands into the slightly ripped pockets of his aviator jacket. He peered into the cardboard box, which was promptly tipped out onto the ground. He watched with a frown as the son of Mr D sat on the carpet and began rifling through the empty notebooks and cut up magazines. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, scrapbooking? We can’t just start painting the walls yellow yet, you have to plan this stuff out, goth.” He said, as if it was obvious. Then he smirked. “You don’t like arts and crafts?”

Nico’s frown deepened, but he couldn’t let this mildly infuriating boy with surprisingly cool bracelets upstage him. “I love arts and crafts.”

“Whatever you say,” he hummed, and pulled out a leather bound book containing a few stickers and a strip of torn paper where a page had been pulled out. “Are you just gonna stand there in the corner and be grumpy?... That wasn’t sarcasm, you can if you want, I was just checking.”

Nico wasn’t an asshole, of course he was going to help. Still, he had to glare at the boy for that comment. Then he sat down and opened one of the magazines, which was featuring a life sized Barbie Dream House bed frame, fluffy pillows included. He flicked the page over with a grimace.

“So, what kinda vibe are we going for?”

“What?”

“I’m assuming you're sick of Dracula,” he said, waving his arms at the general doom and gloom around them. “So what aesthetic are we replacing it with?”

Nico didn’t want to admit he hadn’t planned this far into the venture, he’d really just been hoping he could repaint the walls, or maybe burn the whole thing down and start over. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Okay, well… I’m assuming you wanna keep it edgy, but seriously? A roof of skulls? You’re not a caveman. Maybe we should go with an Addams family style.” He shivered. “With less spiderwebs and disembodied hands. “

Ah, another gap in his modern education. “What’s an Addams family?”

All Nico got in return was a gaping mouth and wide eyes. “How do you not- okay, I’m making you watch the entire timeline later, but for now we need to pick a color scheme.”

Nico opened his mouth.

“Not black.”

Nico closed his mouth.

“Obviously there’ll be lots of black, but you need another color to fit with it, something dark and scary but colorful.” He pulled out a binder of color swatches, and flipped it open, skimming the pages of baby blues and lavenders. “Maybe dark green, or...”

“Red.” Nico said, peering over at the pages of ruby and scarlet. He pointed to the dark one, which had a little title below, ‘Blood red’. It was a little on brand, but it was better than ‘Crimson Tide’.

“Oooh, nice. If we keep the walls black, and pull up the black carpet, there’ll be floorboards underneath.” He started to ramble, ripping a color swatch out of the binder and gluing it into the leather bound book. He glanced around at the musty cabin.

“We can get a red rug for the middle of the cabin, and definitely new beds, but if we get Drew to refurbish the chandeliers they’ll look great. Oh, and the coffin bed frames could be a bookshelf if we get the mattress out and ask Nyssa to put some shelves in. Do you read? Because otherwise it’s sort of pointless. But so are the skulls on the roof, so…”

“You’re good at this.”

It took Nico a moment to realize what he’d just blurted, and when he did the warmth was already in his cheeks. He’d only been a little caught up in watching the son of Dionysus’s eyes sparkle as he talked, pointing to different parts of the cabin, and somehow ruined it. “I mean, you just sound like you’ve, you know, done this a lot.”

The glimmer in their eye didn’t fade, they only grinned harder. “I have. A lot. It’s fun!”

“I suppose so,” Nico said, his lips twitching, and opened another magazine. He skipped a page on clawfoot bathtubs [There was already a white one with gold trim in the bathroom]. There was a large heart shaped mirror, He ignored that too, and found a simple bedframe, painted black. He held it out gingerly. “What about this one?”

“Yes! Good job.” He said, snipping it out of the magazine quickly, and sticking it next to a picture of a glass chandelier. “If you’ve got a simple bed, we could find a zebra print blanket, they always look good with black and red, as long as you don’t have, like, leopard print.”

“I thought you’d like leopard print?”

“And I thought you’d like skulls on your roof and coffin shaped beds,” he teased, with a smug little smile. Nico rolled his eyes, and picked out a strip of dark red fabric, passing it over.

He shook some glitter from his hands, there seemed to be piles of it in the box. “It’s a little over the top, but it’s not as bad as Jason’s cabin. It’s just rock. Everywhere. And a giant statue of his father.”

“Maybe he can be my next client,” he hummed, wiping glue from his fingers onto the molding carpet beneath them. A few shards of rounded glass were taped to the pages of the scrapbook, shining in the light of the dusty stained chandeliers.

Nico wanted to object. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want the boy in front of him with glitter on his cheekbones and scissors in his hands to be cutting out pictures and teasing someone else. Instead he looked away, feeling something in his chest surge, something like fear. Fear of what, he didn’t know, but he cleared his throat and moved on.

“Don’t you have a sister too?”

The fear surged back forwards and Nico whipped around, his tone sharp. “What?”

“The roman one, I swear I saw her the other day, when Reyna visited to plan something or other.” he said casually, not seeing the pale tinge to Nico’s face. “With the overalls and the bulldog?”

“That’s Frank,” Nico said, his shoulder sinking with relief.

“No, I’m pretty sure it was Hazel, she had those light up sketchers, with the little wheels on the bottom.” He said, somehow with a moon shaped sticker on his nose as he stuck little cut out paper skulls around the four page collage.

“Frank’s the bulldog, he can turn into animals.” Nico had a strange urge to reach out and press the sticker on his nose, so instead he held his hands tightly in his lap.

“Well, is there something Hazel’d like in the cabin when she visits? Does she read?”

Nico sighed, and reached back for the magazine he discarded. He shook it open, cut outs of fluffy teddies falling into his lap. He found the page with the heart shaped bathroom mirror and ripped it out carefully. He could take a few hearts in his cabin if Hazel would like them. “This one.”

“Oh, that one's cute, Nyssa could totally make it.”

“I can ask Leo, he owes me a favor.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I haven't killed him yet.”

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Nico pressed down the front of his shirt. It was a black Camp Halfblood shirt, which he’d gotten from Piper after the Aphrodite cabin had started making shirts in other colors. Apparently there were only so many outfits you could wear with orange.

Black goes with everything though, so it wasn’t a problem for him.

He made his bed [closed the lid of the coffin] and dragged the last of the furniture not nailed to the ground out onto the little deck all of the cabins had. His decking only had a few pairs of shoes and a pot of dead roses he’d never bothered to keep alive. Maybe he’d have another go.

Drew had taken the chandeliers already, to polish them and whatnot, so he only had to wait for his assigned son of Dionysus to show up, and they could start hunting for zebra print blankets and ripping skulls off the ceiling. What fun.

When he still hadn’t shown up, Nico finished pulling all of the previously made bedding from the coffins and dumping it to the side so that Leo could turn it to a bookshelf [He could read, he just had dyslexia thank you very much], and then set off to the Dionysus cabin. It was easy to find, the only male god on the female side, with trelice’s of ivy decorating the whitewashed walls and a grumpy looking leopard snoozing on the purple swinging chair out the front of the small cabin.

He didn’t really want to knock, but he was sure someone would report him for standing around too menacingly if he just waited. He was saved from indecision when the door opened, revealing a tall sandy haired boy.

“You’re the goth, aren’t you?” Pollux sniffed, his nose red. “We can’t help today, but Butch is free, he can do some heavy lifting, and I’m sure Drew’ll criticize your style if you ask nicely enough.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“I mean,” Pollux started, rubbing his eyes, and Nico only then realized he was still wearing his pajamas. They had an elongated cartoon owl sticking out of a doorway on it. “Skulls on the ceiling is a bit much, and everyone think you’re a vamp-”

“I meant with you guys, not my style,” Nico interrupted, his eyes narrowed.”

“Someone, decided to go visit Lou Ellen even though we all know she has a cold, and now I have it-” Pollux was cut off once again, his mockingly loud voice reaching the people inside.

“I’m sorry I was concerned for my friend, she wanted soup!”

“She always wants soup!” Pollulx yelled back, and Nico moved past the older child of Dionysus, slipping off his shoes and letting himself into the cabin.

There was nasally muttering behind him and the door slid shut. Nico peered around, and saw a bundle of fluffy blankets on a couch, only a sneezing head poking out the top. “Why did you get sick?”

“I mean it wasn’t really on purpose,” he mumbled back, wiping his nose with a tissue and sinking back into his cocoon. “I can’t help today, but-”

“I don’t care,” Nico started, and plopped down on the white couch, avoiding a deep red stain that could be alcohol or blood. He couldn’t tell. He also didn’t know how to say he’d rather sleep in the coffin again then have to spend the day with someone else.

He sniffed, falling sideways a little on the couch and squinting at the square tv, which was showing some old cartoon about cavemen. “Mkay, well you should probably go if you don’t wanna get sick.”

Nico thought for a moment, trying not to focus on how much he wanted to scoop up the bundle of blankets in his arms far too skinny for that sort of stuff. “Why don’t we watch ‘an Adam family’?

He got watery wide eyes in return and a toothy grin, “wait really?”

“No. If I was making a joke it’d be funnier than that.”

“Okay, let’s watch it,” he said, hopping off the couch and moving to a box of DVDs with a lot of energy for someone so sick. “And it’s the Addams family, goth. You have to learn the basics of this culture if you’re gonna have coffin bookshelves.”

He fiddled around with the tv and then a grainy black and white intro came on, tinny music over the top. Nico watched as he danced to the theme tune in his blanket burrito, all the way back to the couch, where he landed, coughing and winded. Nico raised an eyebrow. “I could’ve done that, you’re sick.”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” he mumbled, tucking the fluffy socks on his feet up onto the white couch and wiggling with excitement. Nico watched him for a moment, and then turned back to the TV, feeling his lips twitch into a grin.

Duh duh duh duh, click click. Duh duh duh duh, click click.

Their creepy and they're kooky-

»»————-　★　————-««

“Neeks, this mirror is so cute!”

“You’re welcome,” Nico muttered, rubbing his nose and rolling over, pulling the zebra print doona cover further over his head.

He heard Hazel’s wheelie shoes click along the floorboards and she gilded out of the bathroom. When he peered out, her hair was in bunchies and she was pulling a purple hoodie over her head. “It’s so much nicer in here now, but how did you get sick redecorating?”

“Uhm..There was a lot of dust. I might be allergic?”

The door slammed open, the clear chandelier hanging from the roof shaking as Nyssa trudged in, her work boots leaving mud on the fluffy blood red rug. She was holding the glitter covered scrapbook in her gloved hands.

“So, I know I’m supposed to make everything in this, but what am I supposed to do with the polaroid of you kissing Mr D ‘s kid?”

»»————-　★　————-««

#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #nico #nico pjo #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo x you #nico di angelo x son of dionysus #hazel levesque #Pollux pjo #Hades #Hades cabin #death siblings

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irishskeptic · 13 days

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Demigods at Camp Half Blood that I have decided to claim as Irish because I can:

Lee Fletcher, Son of Apollo (Donegal)

Castor and Pollux, Twins of Dionysus (Also Donegal; Them and Lee Fletcher were childhood best friends)

Damien White, Son of Nemesis (North Dublin)

Shane, Son of Hephaestus (Laois)

Billie Ng, Daughter of Demeter (Sligo)

Bonus: Not Irish, but Malcolm Pace, Son of Athena, is from Glasgow, Scotland.

I may or may not add more to this in the future, only time will tell

@ashthenerdtheythem @artemx746 @florenceisstrange @aki-bara

#lee fletcher #castor and pollux #damien white #shane hoo #billie ng #malcolm pace #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo #pjo fandom #hoo #hoo fandom #toa #toa fandom #riordanverse #misc skeptic thoughts

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takeustothelakes · 1 year

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looking for you.

it's been a long while since i posted a jeyna oneshot, so here we are!!

this is if jason remembered reyna at camp half-blood, and it can be romantic or platonic! (it's written as romantic because it's me but it's still platonic, too.)

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“Who’s the one we need to look out for?” Annabeth leans on the ping pong table, hands splayed wide. Her standing figure is probably meant to intimidate him, whether she’s doing it consciously or not. Her eyes cut into him, stormy with unspoken emotions.

“Look out for?”

She raises a brow. “Yes, Jason. You’re a leader of army brats, essentially. You say everyone trains for years?”

He nods and leans back onto the chair. He feels the eyes of the other counselors on them. “Yeah. We do.”

Annabeth’s face tightens. It’s subtle but he’s been taught to look for those cues. “Fine. Who’s the other leader?”

He smiles instantly. “Reyna. Daughter of Bellona, goddess of war. She’s one of the toughest demigods Camp Jupiter and New Rome as a whole has ever had.”

“Reyna?” Katie asks.

Clarisse slaps her hand on the table as she stands and everyone but him flinches. “Stop playing games, Roman,” she snarls. “Tell us what we need to know, or-“

“Or what?” Jason questions, tilting his chin up to look at her. “You’ll kill me? And face the wrath of New Rome? That’s not very smart.”

She growls and Annabeth rolls her eyes. “Enough. Sit down, Clarisse.”

Clarisse glowers at him for a minute longer before slowly returning to her seat, arms crossing.

“What can you tell us about her?” Will says.

“She doesn’t care about anything but camp. She has dogs that can sniff out lies. She’s a stickler for rules.”

“Sound like Annabeth much?” Travis laughs.

Annabeth wisely ignores him.

“She has longish black hair that she usually braids, always has a bag of jellybeans on her. She has a resting bitch face but she's just thinking of what she wants for dinner. She hates Senate meetings so she always starts a game of tic tac toe or something.”

“Sounds like you know a lot about her.”

Piper says it like a fact instead of a question. Jason looks at her and she meets his eye dead-on. Her eyes go from green to brown and he can see her desperation.

“I’d hope so. She’s my best friend.” Leo twitches from Piper’s other side. Jason glances at him too before saying, “one of them.”

Leo has a satisfied smile and Jason wants to ruffle his hair.

“Anything else?” Annabeth asks boredly. She sits in her chair and kicks her legs up. Will flicks them and with a roll of her eyes, she puts them back down.

“She loves me.”

Piper sucks in a breath but Jason doesn’t look at her.

“She’s tearing through the country looking for me,” he continues. “And she won’t stop until I return.”

“Are we supposed to be afraid?” Pollux murmurs from behind Jason.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “I don’t know what squads she’s sent out, if she sent eagles or if Reyna herself is looking for me.”

“What does it mean if she is?”

Jason looks at every one of them before answering. “It means you better say the right thing if she comes. She doesn’t ask more than once.”

“Yeah, well, neither do I,” Annabeth counters.

“Then you should know what to say to her if she finds Camp.”

Annabeth stares at him hard. Her eyes are a cold cut of steel and he waits for something more.

“Meeting adjourned,” she announces. “Go back to your activities and cabins, I’ll see everyone later.”

Chairs squeak as everyone stands up, including him. Their eyes watch him as he’s the first to leave the room.

The sun embraces him when he steps outside and he raises a hand to shield his eyes from it. He catches sight of something flying away in the distance.

An eagle.

#this was fun!!!#sorry this took like two months #hope you enjoy!!#jason grace #annabeth chase #reyna avila ramirez arellano #jeyna #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #will solace #katie gardner #pollux percy jackson #leo valdez #piper mclean #clarrise la rue #clarisse pjo #travis stoll

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