#what do you mean he gave up his pride for percy???

[letsplayeternity]

I SPENT EIGHT EPISODES SHITTING ON DEAD-BEAT DAD POSEIDON ONLY FOR RICK RIORDAN TO MAKE ME REGRET MY WORDS IN THE LAST TWO. HONESTLY. I AM SO MAD IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY. FUCK HIM.

AND FUCK TOBY STEPHENS AS WELL LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE SECOND HE WAS ON SCREEN I DID NOT HAVE A COHERENT THOUGHT RUNNING THROUGH MY BRAIN. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT TOBY.

#percy jackson #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #percy jackon and the olympians #poseidon #i am unhinged for that god #seriously #the sea does not like to be restrained??? #like it's fine #he can restrain me instead #what do you mean he gave up his pride for percy??? #i am on my knees #i hate everyone involved #toby stephens

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY WINTER SOLACE SHANA HELL YEAH I MADE IT IN TIME!!! CAN I GET ME SOME TONKS AND PERCY AS A BIRTHDAY TREAT? 👉🏻👈🏻 (My birthday is the 22nd) HAVE AN AWESOME HOLIDAY! 🎄🎄🎄

 Percy is supposed to focusing on these reports that he technically shouldn’t have taken out of the office, but technically Crouch is supposed to be handling these, so.

While his absolute piece of shit apartment usually holds no more appeal than being stuck in the office overnight, it currently has Tonks resting with her head on his thigh “resting her eyes” since she refuses to go to bed before him because she believes in blackmail and manipulation. Which he can’t reasonably say he’s surprised by, considering, but it is a little inconvenient.

His work is important or he wouldn’t be doing it, but if he falls asleep at work the worst that happens is he embarrasses himself. If Tonks goes out on a call without getting proper rest, she could be putting herself in danger. Leveraging her own safety to get him to sleep is underhanded and irresponsible.

She’s going to do exceptionally well working under Shackbolt. He’d plucked her out from the other trainees from the beginning. It has nothing to do with him, but he can’t help the smug furl of pride anyway.

He clears his throat and her eyes flutter open. She has to blink a couple times for them to settle to her natural dark brown, cycling through several shades of blue and yellow. He wonders what she was dreaming about. “Bill has a meeting at Gringott’s on Thursday. He’s going to come by the office after and we’re going to go to the cafeteria to catch up.”

“That sounds nice,” she says, turning to press her face into his stomach and rubbing her nose against his sweater. He makes a mental note to try and talk to the landlord about doing something about the heating system, or at least refreshing the charms himself, but he’s not good enough to make them last long. Maybe Bill wouldn’t mind doing it before he returns to Egypt? “Are you done going through the Russian reports?”

No. Translation charms are imperfect and it takes him forever to parse through and figure out what’s actually being described. If Crouch wasn’t such a dick to them, they’d submit in English. “Do you want to join us? If you can. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

That gets her attention. “Really? I mean, sure. I’m pretty sure I’ve spoke to Bill twice ever. One time he gave me detention.”

His lips twitch. Bill remembers that. “Thank you. He wants to meet my girlfriend. Or re-meet, technically.”

She beams, so pleased whenever he calls her that. She’s been calling herself his girlfriend for a months, but it still makes him warm to see how pleased she is with the title. He’d really though he was just a passing interest, a distraction while she was desk bound, but she’s still here. “Yeah, of course. It’ll be fun!”

He hums in agreement, the sound interrupted midway with a yawn.

“Come on,” she says, pushing herself to her feet then tugging him up after her. “We both need sleep. That’ll all still be there in the morning.”

That’s the problem. But he says, “Alright,” and lets her maneuver him as she likes.

Giving in to Tonks doesn’t sting like it does with other people. It’s always a relief and a pleasure to see her satisfied and happy.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY i hope it was a great day!!! #asks #lance-with-a-chance-of-anxiety #prompt answers #prompts are closed #harry potter #siat #aaaannnd that's a wrap! #holiday prompts are done

[neonacity]

Elysium Ch.1: The Beginning of the End

Summary: What do you get when demigods are sent to the human realm as punishment for wreaking havoc on Olympus? Chaos. And a whole lot of trouble the mundane world is probably not ready to face, ever.

PROLOGUE: The Beginning

DRABBLES: Son of Shadows (JENO) | Of Love & Lust (JAEMIN)

NOTE: I know Percy Jackson has picked up again with its new series, but despite some similarities, this fic is not inspired by the lore. I have never read any of the books. All real people mentioned in the story are only my uses. I do not imply any likeness between them and my characters. A lot of the concepts from the original mythology might also be changed to fit the plot. I do not allow any of my works to be shared anywhere else. I only have Tumblr.

© neonacity 2023 - 2024

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“Say you’re given a chance to sit down with any deity and just talk to them for five minutes, who would you choose?”

You crinkled your nose and peered at your best friend from the comfort of the faded bean bag you are slumped on. The room was warm and the weather was making your eyelids droop, but you managed to shift a little on your seat to look at the boy who was currently playing self-catch by throwing a baseball against the wall. Yangyang looked equally bored as he flicked his wrist lazily with ease.

“Should it be a deity?”

“Well, yeah. It’s not like you see them every day.”

“You don’t get to see Princess Diana every day. Or Beyonce.”

Yangyang gave a snort. 

“Beyonce’s still alive, Nugget.” 

You reached out for the closest cushion pillow and threw it at the boy who effortlessly ducked to avoid it. You glared, but he simply laughed to brush you off.

“My point is that, why ask for a deity if there are aspiring people who I can get a chance to talk to?”

“Do you really hate the gods that much,” Yangyang asked with a slight frown creasing the top of his nose. 

“Do you really love them that much, Beep?” 

Now, it was his turn to scoff at the mention of his childhood nickname. Yangyang rolled his eyes before fully turning on his seat to face you. 

“For someone who studies at Rosewood, you treat the celestial world with so much irony.”

That made you pause. Rosewood Institute… An academy that had centuries of history riding on its back. In the eyes of the world, it is a regular boarding school, albeit a shadowy one. For the chosen—or as what they call it—it is a fort that means so much more than any earthly concept. 

Rosewood Institute is the frontier in the mortal world that serves as the learning nest of demigods and half-bloods.

Half-deities and children of anyone connected to the world beyond all pass through the halls of the school. While humanity has since moved on and cut ties with their connection to the gods, their legacy remains and walks among them secretly under shadows. The only exception from the half-bloods housed within the academy were the 'darlings of Olympus,' namely the children of the big honchos residing in Elysium itself. 

For many, being a part of the community of demigods is a badge they wear with pride.

Well, except for you. 

You don’t want to call it hatred, but as the daughter of a humble forest nymph, you stand in a place that still puts you in the viewpoint of someone destined to look up to those with ‘bigger lineages.’ Alas, big names can come with big egos, and so it has tarnished the way you live your life at the Institute every single day.

You slumped back in your seat now and stared at the dusty, aged ceiling of the room you and Yangyang call the Journalism Club. You wished his question was rhetoric, but the hanging silence told you that he is actually expecting an answer. 

“I am just not all hot and excited about it. You already know why.”

Your best friend sighed. The sound of a ball bouncing against the wall started again from his side.

“Not all of them are bad, you know.”

“I’m not saying anyone is ba—”

The crashing sound of something heavy, followed by the shattering boom of breaking glass made you stop. Pulling yourself up from your seat in panic, you stared in shock at Yangyang who also looked frozen from surprise. It didn’t take long for the both of you to get what was happening, and soon enough, you were both scrambling out of the room without another word.

Scratch that. Every single one of these demigods ARE trouble.

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“What on earth is going on here?!” The billowing smoke from the room made you cough out your words as you barged through the door. You couldn’t see way past a few feet from the dust that was still settling, but you could make out moving shapes from behind the smoke screen. You squinted hard to make out what was happening when you saw an arm shoot out of nowhere to grab at something.

“What the hell, Haechan. You said you knew what you were doing!” 

A few coughs came a little ways from your right.

“I was, I swear! I followed everything that was written in the book.”

“If you did, then how come you blew up half of the room?!”

“I might have read one of the words wrong—”

“You what?!”

“I'm dyslexic, okay!” 

You blinked away the sting that was already making you start to tear up to properly make out what was in front of you. Now with more of the dust settled, you could finally put a face on the voices. 

Huang Renjun, son of Ares, the God of War. 

And Lee Haechan, child of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and Warfare. 

Both locked up in what seemed to be a deathly grip—well, with more of the latter being strangled by the former.

“I am going to kick your a—”

“Hey. Stop. Is everyone okay?” 

You jumped a little as a sudden creak came off from the corner followed by the sudden burst of light into the room. Somebody had enough sense to open a window, which made the rest of the smoke finally escape outside. Standing beside it was a boy with blonde hair that almost glowed like the sunlight. 

Mark Lee. The heir of Zeus, ruler of the sky… and the God of all Gods.

“We’re good. But I don’t think the room is,” a dark-haired boy answered on behalf of the group as he toed a fallen chunk of plank from the ceiling. He turned it over with his booted foot, which only made the wood break into pieces again.

“You think? Everything is scorched off. I liked this room. Now we have to—oh… hello there, Princess.” 

“Uh-oh…” Haechan whispered under his breath as he pushed back his skewed glasses up his nose bridge. Renjun, despite himself, finally let go of the other’s collar as his eyes shifted towards the other three. Mark cleared his throat and reached out to scratch the back of his neck, so instead you turned to the only two boys who are yet to avoid your withering look. 

You froze in your place and glared at the other boy with silver platinum hair who smiled sweetly at you from where he stood. Upon his greeting, everyone in the group turned to look at you, as if it was their first time to notice you there.

Lee Jeno, son of Hades, God of the Underworld; and Na Jaemin, beloved child of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty; looked like the poster children of light and shadows. Their current expressions drove the imagery well, too. 

“Can somebody tell me why half the room melted off?” You asked through gritted teeth, your eyes boring holes at Jaemin who was still smiling so pleasantly at you—a fact that, to be honest, only made your blood boil more. 

“Haechan tried to make a spell that he got from one of the books in the library. He… wanted to make the room cooler,” Jeno answered. 

“What do you mean ‘he’? You were all in on the act too! Didn’t you say the heat here was much worse than Uncle Hades’ second circle of the Underworld?!” The brown-haired boy in question bristled. 

“Book? What book?” Yangyang, who had run after you, but was too shocked to speak before, echoed from behind. Renjun shifted a little guiltily on his feet. 

“Well about that…”

“He got it from the Restricted Section,” Jaemin said, still looking unbothered about everything. 

You felt seconds away from an aneurysm. 

“You mean he stole it?” You emphasized the word as you shifted your gaze to the thief in question. Haechan slightly frowned and looked away.

“I just borrowed it.. “

“You are not allowed to borrow it, let alone touch it. That’s why it is in the Restricted Section!” 

“We weren’t even supposed to use it, but Renjun and the rest—”

“Me?!” 

“Is it really not possible to have any of you stay out of trouble for at least one day?!”

You wish you were overreacting, but you couldn't really be as close to the truth as you are. In fact, you are almost ready to sacrifice Yangyang's blood just to go back to the time before the 'golden heirs' of Olympus stepped foot into your life.

It had almost been a month since the boys arrived in Rosewood. As the chosen heirs of their godly parents, they stayed in their respective domains to be trained and raised differently from the rest. When news broke that they were banished temporarily to the mortal realm as punishment for a gaffe, the Academy was thrown into excitement and chaos—well, mostly chaos from your perspective. 

You’ve been wanting to know what it is exactly that these men did to be exiled from Olympus, but to be honest, they have also been keeping you up almost every single day with their antics. It’s almost like trouble is always hovering around them, and since then, you have never known peace.

“We apologize. We really didn’t mean it this time. We were just trying to learn new things,” Mark, the eldest of the group, told you placatingly. You turned to look at him with your lips in a tight line. 

“This is a school for the demigods, Mr. Lee. Not Hogwarts. You can’t try spells here.”

Jaemin frowned, his curiosity genuine. 

“What’s Hogwarts?”

“You can try spells there?” Haechan seconded. 

“To the office, all of you,” you said as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You have just turned on your heel when someone else stepped into the room, his eyes silently roaming the mess stretched out in front of him. 

Mark straightened at the sight of the man. You did the same, slight surprise marking your features.

“Headmaster.”

“Papa?”

Your father, looking the least bit troubled by the mess, turned to give all of you a smile. 

“Hello kids, it seems like you are having quite an interesting afternoon.”

“Sir, we can explain—”

“They used a spell to—!”

Both you and Mark stopped mid-sentence as he raised a hand.

“I’d love to know the full story, but for now I need to talk to all of you. Can you all please come to my office?”

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The boys looked around silently as they settled on their seats at the Headmaster’s office. You, not being a stranger to the place anymore, sat on the closest one to your father’s table, your fingers fidgeting slightly on your side. The man in front was peacefully making coffee as if he has not a care in the world, but you could sense in the air in the room that something was up. That was the thing about your father. Nothing ever seems to ruffle him up.

You know, having been raised by him in the walls of the Institute himself since you were a kid. Even before you officially became a student here, you have seen the way he had handled all kinds of matters in Rosewood. After all, being the Headmaster of one of the select places in the mortal world where the offspring of gods and otherworldly creatures reside does come with its fair share of trouble. 

“Is something the matter?” You braved to ask the question that everyone in the room was itching to voice out. He turned to all of you with a smile and lifted the coffee pot he just finished brewing. 

“Coffee, anyone?” 

You and Mark caught each other’s gazes before slightly shaking your heads. The rest did the same.

“Mm. More for me then,” your father murmured more to himself with a chuckle as he settled behind the ancient-looking oak table. You all watched nervously as he took his time to sip on his drink. The whole room seemed to be holding its breath. Off on your other side, Haechan seems on the verge of chewing his fingers off.

“Papa—”

“We might have to temporarily close off Rosewood,” the Headmaster said to gently cut you off. You froze, processing what he just said for a few seconds. You expected everything, except for this. 

“What??”

“There has been a little bit of trouble brewing in the borders of our world and Elysium. Today, I am going to make an announcement that students and their families have the choice to go home or stay here if they want.”

None of what he is saying makes sense. Beside you, the boys looked paler under the light.

“What do you mean we are closing down Rosewood? We never close the Institute ever!” You blurted out, unable to keep yourself quiet anymore. 

“We have never done it, yes, darling. But this time, the case is a little bit different,” the man replied to you kindly and under control still. He then turned to his other visitors with the same even temperament.

“I have been in touch with all of your parents to tell them about the changes in the Academy. They are yet to give me their answer as to when you will go back to Olympus.” 

Mark fidgeted a little on his seat and gave the boys beside him a quick look. 

“Uhm… About that…”

“Can you at least tell us what’s happening?” You said through gritted teeth as you turned to your father again. The man in question paused a little as if to study you… weighing whether to answer your question or not. Finally, he leaned back against his seat and removed his wire-framed glasses.

“Several places in the mortal world had been under attack. Monsters and beasts have been roaming the place. The celestial army has been keeping the cases down, but we expect the events to… grow.” 

That is the second time you were speechless today. You felt your palms turn cold as you stared at him, mouth open. The headmaster met all of your gazes evenly, his usually warm facade finally showing a glimpse of the seriousness of the situation. 

“What…”

“Tartarus is collapsing on itself and the world, I’m afraid, is not ready for it.” 

Your heart dropped to your stomach. 

Tartarus, the deepest place of the Underworld. 

Tartarus…

The prison of the gods’ greatest enemies. 

You stared breathlessly at your father until something clicked. Slowly, you turned to the boys sitting beside you who seemed to have turned to stone. One look and you knew. One look and the question was drawn automatically from your lips. 

A/N: Look who's back... I know I haven't been active in this account for months, but 2024 is literally just a few hours away and I wanted to close the year (and hopefully start the new one) by picking up writing again. I have no promises, but I hope this little chapter can do its magic. Happy New Year, everyone!

“You… What have you all done?” 

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#mark nct x reader #mark x reader #nct dream fanfic #nct dream angst #nct dream imagines #jaemin x reader #jeno x reader #renjun x reader #nct demigod au #nct fic

[canichangemyblogname]

In the book Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, Percy is attacked by a hellhound after his face-off with Clarisse. Just before the attack, Annabeth had asked Percy to come forth from the creek where she watched his wounds heal from the water, having already put two and two together regarding Percy’s godly parent. And, immediately after Percy survives the hellhound attack, Poseidon claims him.

The new Disney+ show, however, got rid of this scene, and I do not mind that at all.

In the book, the hellhound scene served several purposes. It reinforces that Percy is special and that powerful forces want him dead. It also establishes— very early on— that there is someone within Camp HalfBlood who wants him dead. And, it makes the audience suspicious of Hades as the bad guy. But, there are several other plot devices throughout the book that also establish these things, including Luke’s shoes, the scorpion at the end, the fact that Percy is a “forbidden child” of the Big 3, the Minotaur, the Furies, the fact Hades was suspect in the theft of the lightning bolt, and the prophecy that tells Percy a friend will betray him.

I think that cutting out the hellhound scene makes the fact Percy will be betrayed all that more a mystery. In the book, Percy had already been betrayed before he had ever heard the prophecy and before he had ever set off on his quest.

Cutting that scene also gave the episode the opportunity to show the audience what Luke had already told us: Annabeth is always 6 steps ahead of everyone else. She had worked out who Percy’s godly parent is. My guess is that she figured it out or began theorizing the night before, after the toilet incident. To test her theory the next day, she sets Percy up as “bait” on path to the lake (rather than creek). After he had defeated Clarisse and the two other Ares’ kids, she had Percy in the most opportune spot to test her conclusions. This prompted her to push him into the water, which would visibly heal him and solidify her theory that Percy has a special connection to the water. It would be at this moment that Poseidon claims Percy.

I think this was a good way to show the audience that Annabeth put two and two together before everyone else. She’s smart, strategic, and analytical, and it’s great we get to SEE that. And, quite truthfully, I think the fact someone figured it out could have forced Poseidon’s hand. Imagine the embarrassment of *everyone* knowing this kid is your kid because the Pride of Athena, a 12 y/o kid, was astute enough to put it together, rather than you just claiming him. She would have told Chiron and Mr. D. She might even tell her mother. And, as she’s not bound by the same rules as the gods, she could have told Percy, too.

Personally, I think the Hell Hound scene came too early. For it to work would mean that Luke knew who Percy’s father was before he was claimed, so someone would have had to tip him off. Which meant a non zero number of free actors in camp knew definitively who Percy’s godly parent was before capture the flag (as opposed to “I have a hunch, but I need to test it out”). I always guessed Kronos told Luke, but that also confused me because I knew that the deities operated by different rules. Zeus, for example, couldn’t come down from the sky, point at Percy and say, “This is Poseidon’s bastard. Great. Now that’s established, can I kill him now” even though he already knew Poseidon is Percy’s father.

The original hellhound scene also left several questions about how Luke was able to call a creature from Hades’ realm, under Hades’ domain. It also seemed to conflict with future in-universe means of calling a hellhound. When I was younger, the scene and subsequent lore surrounding hellhounds led me to assume Nyx, Cerberus, or Hades had allied with Kronos and was allowing Kronos’ forces to call hellhounds at their discretion. But that was not the case.

#Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #Luke Castellan #the lightning thief

[emma-o-yt]

Percy Jackson episode 8 ain't good either

Recently I got shouted at because I gave episode 8 of PJOTV a 4.5/10 when it’s the “best episode”. Well the entire show was a 5/10 tbh but I’ll explain why it’s not good, not as a response thread.

Mainly the climactic battle between Ares and Percy isn’t good. The choreography is mid, the cinematography too. You don’t feel how much danger Percy is in (like the books), how he doesn’t even have a millisecond to lose focus, just how much power Ares; swings have, how much he has to rely on the sea. The show has it more like Ares throws Percy around for a bit then stands completely still for a minute as Walker says his cringy dialogue then gets splashed by a bad cgi wave that does not feel powerful. It doesn’t help that all the other fights and monsters in the show lacked tension so Percy rising up to his biggest challenge after previous difficulties is lost.

Lance Reddick as Zeus is fine, he has the ability to make a bad script sound good and is the only god to exude power. But the deadline already passed and nothing happened even when we were promised the most destructive war in history.

The deeply nuanced relationship that Percy and Poseidon had is gone. Poseidon makes a dramatic appearance to save Percy and gives up his pride to surrender. The gods are petty, blue and orange moralled freaks with a nuclear bomb yet all of that is gone. Poseidon is unambiguously a great guy. That Medusa victimhood stuff feels laughable now as the gods are whitewashed to an absurd degree. The show even has Percy tell Luke “the gods are trying their best”.

Speaking of Luke, the show has barely established him as a friend. His training of Percy is relegated to a poorly placed flashback in this episode. Despite Percy knowing all the tropes and plot of TLT, he still confronts Luke alone in a forest when Luke can easily kill him with no witnesses. Luke for some reason duels him when that is out of character for him being a son of Hemes. The book has Luke explicitly state that he’s not Ares. I’m not sure why they tried to have Luke recruit Percy when he tried to have him thrown into Tarturus just a while ago. Annabeth is there too and I mean, her entire relationship with Luke has been nothing. Just Luke simping about her to Percy and I mean, we know Luke is a canonical hebephile and groomer but even the books had the grace to reveal that when Annabeth had at least gotten her menses. It’s just telling us that all of Annabeth’s vulnerability in the future about Luke will be gone because they hate black girls.

We also get a fake out reunion between Percy and Sally despite the show fleshing out their relationship more. Like it’s the entire reason we’re even on this quest and they just don’t do it.

Despite lambasting the movies for 14 years, Rick Riordan rips off Gabe’s death from there. Brava!

I don’t get what people are saying, this episode has all the problems of the previous episodes, it is not a blueprint for going forward.

#pjo tv crit #percy jackson critical #percy jackson ep 8 #rick riordan critical #riordanverse #pjo tv show #percy jackson criticism #rick riordan criticism

[cabin10diaries]

so anyway. burnt out by leanna firestone is so leo in caleo

longer fun silly lyric analysis below cut <3

* just for fun + lots of personal interpretations

- i want to start this by saying i personally do not think calypso is unlovable. thats just the song. i believe that her habit of flaking on leo is due to abandonment issues (’leave before they can’ sort of situation), her berating him is just needing to be a better person.

"I've never felt this warm as I did / When you touched me, gave me / Goosebumps from head to toe"

so this is when leo and calypso meet. leos never felt any romantic love, whether it was forced or not. hell he's barely felt Any sort of love. he was loved by piper and jason, but it always felt like he was the extra, so it never felt right. unlike when he meets calypso, who can focus all her love on him whether she wants to or not. and when leo realizes shes fallen in love with him, the first one to Ever, he feels like he's never felt before. loved

"But a love made of matches / Was destined to burn out / And end up in ashes and smoke"

'matches' meaning forced/fake - the curse on calypso's island played with her feelings. she accidentally fell in love out of convenience. they cant last bc neither planned to be in this relationship, neither discussed what they want out of life, and because of their differing wants, they cant last.

"Still ambers remained / And I tried to re-ignite them / Ended up playing with fire again / You pushed me away / And I fought and I stayed"

calypso constantly flakes out on leo. she wants a life outside of him, but he so desperately wants to stay in hers. he keeps trying to be in her life, but she doesnt let him

"But maybe I should have listened / Because you're right, I couldn't fix you / You're right, I shouldn't have tried to"

'fix you' is so leo. he is a mechanic at heart. the way he understands people is thinking about them in more mechanical terms, and calypsos 'broken', so he wants to be the hero and 'fix' her by showing her the love that always left her. calypso doesnt want to love leo, or for him to love you. you see that as she constantly berates and leaves him, over and over and over. and leo finally realizes shes right, he should just stop. hes tired, burnt out

"Your pride, is what you're concerned about? / Is "you're right" really all you wanna hear right now?"

personal calypso interpretation, but she hasnt been faced by any opposition for years. she literally only talked to a guy every few centuries. shes a little stuck up, although not on purpose. she thinks shes more right than currently alive mortals simply because shes been alive longer ('older = wiser') even if she hasnt contacted civilizations in years

"Well, you're right, I should've walked away faster / I should've known / You'd only break my heart after I was already in love / You're right, you aren't good enough"

leo stayed with calypso for far too long, after she started taking every chance she could to insult and avoid him. and hes too tired to be kind; calypso was right. she isnt good enough to love, just like odysseus and percy made her think. leos hopping on the bandwagon of her past lovers, making calypsos worst dream come true. she truly is unloveable (of course, she isnt, but thats what the song interpretation is making it out to be)

"I kissed your scars even after you hurt me / And I held your hand even when you fucking burned me"

even after calypso insults leo, berates him, leaves him, he still loved her. he still make time for her and found ways to show her his love. she never did the same. she cut him out of her life as best she could. leo kept her in his, trying to show that he still loved her, and always would, no matter what she did to him

"Do you know how embarrassing that was? / To stay with sombody who hates you because / You hope things get better / You hope that love can / Turn a monster into a man / But it doesn't and it won't / Because you're beyond repair"

leos done with calypso. he loved her, and all he got was disdain in return. ‘beyond repair’ - another mechanic leo thing. he treats people like cars, like inventions, thats how he understands them, and he’s starting to think calypso’s too broken. she cant be fixed.

“But there are still someone for me somewhere / Who will treat me so nice, you'll wish that you did / For someone so smart, you're so fucking stupid / To think that I'm really that dumb / I love you, but I'm done / Pretending this was gonna work / Pretending loving you didn't hurt / Pretending that it doesn't burn / When you think you're always right”

he still loves calypso. no longer romantically (if he ever did love her romantically) but he cant put up with the lack of love or even acknowledgement from her. hes confident enough now (bc of the love from jo, emmie, etc waystation) to know SOMEONE will love him. he will be loved someday. its just that the someday isnt today, and the someone isnt calypso.

“'Cause you're still stuck on your past / You hate 'em so much but / You're just like your dad”

atlas left her. he never went to calypso’s island for her. neither did percy, or odysseus. they all abandoned her. and what was she doing now? abandoning leo, just like atlas, like percy, like odysseus. shes copying their habits, and shes just like them

“You smothered every right that I've ever had / By holding on too tight / And it's suffocating / And I'm longing to breathe again / And in the middle of it all / I ended up losing who I am”

while calypso was barely around, the mental hold she had on leo was there daily for him. her comments- insults- roamed in his head. he barely knew who he was without calypso anymore, because he based himself and his self-worth on her.

“And I know that you tried / Gave it all that you had / And being a monster / Doesn't necessarily make you bad”

maybe this is leo trying to reassure himself, maybe it’s the truth. maybe calypso did try as hard, maybe she didnt. but leo knows that, regardless, this relationship doesnt make up who she is as a person. she is still someone outside of how she treated leo. even if she doesnt know who she is, either, leo knows she isnt defined by the actions towards him

“But even if we could stable it back together now / We both know that you can't / Light a fire that's already burnt out”

they can be friends. they can be family. leo would even settle for acquaintances. but both know they cant be in love again, if they ever once were

#Spotify #shel says shit #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo #the heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #toa #the trials of apollo #leo valdez #calypso pjo #caleo #idk if this counts as anticaleo its just a reflection on their relationship

[happyk44]

Saw that post about Nico and Annabeth being gamers and their fanbase trying to figure out, between Percy and Jason, which one the two were dating and ofc I had to polyam it because babes that is who I ammmm.

Anyway that post as is: but Nico is dating Percy and Jason (and he and Annabeth also have their own thing going on but it's very casual non-labeled, let's make Percy suffer type of thing because I am Percicobeth at heart), so after Annabeth posts the short video of her small wedding ceremony, everyone assumes that they've figured it out, until Percy passes by in the background of one of Nico's streams and calls him babe.

And everyone is just ?? At first they assume Annabeth must be back there or Percy said babe by accident or uses it at a catch-all term for affection or smth Bc Nico didn't even seem phased. And his fans prod, like, do you live with Annabeth and Percy, and Nico is just "yeah sometimes", which answers nothing for them.

In the middle of one of Annabeth's streams, someone asks her if she went on a honeymoon and she's like yeah, Percy's dad gave us a trip to *insert island of your choice* and she pulls up some photos she took to discuss the architecture behind the buildings. Percy is in the background of a lot of the pictures, doing a variety of poses that amuse everyone, until someone spots Nico in one of the pics - slightly blurred and out of focus but very much there, and they're all ??? "Did Nico come with you?" yeah. "On your honeymoon?" Yeah.

Annabeth shows a picture of Nico soaking in a tub of oatmeal with a scowl on his face because he got a really bad sunburn, and then goes back to lecturing about architectural design and how the structure of the buildings benefits them against the climate, etc etc etc.

Everyone is so confused.

Annabeth gets really into whatever you do in Minecraft and answers zero questions after that.

There become wild theories that Nico and Percy are cheating on their respective partners. Some people think that the obvious long-haul friendship between the four is what is keeping Jason and Annabeth from breaking up with them. Other people think that the two are completely unaware.

There are a couple polyamory theories but not as many people pay those any mind, because that's less dramatic.

Eventually though, after months of arguing between fans and a few probing questions that go ignored, the reality becomes obvious during pride month where Annabeth posts a few photos of her attending NYC pride. The whole friend group is in tow, and everyone is pleased to see more of the people that show up in the background of the two's streams/videos/monologues.

The second to last picture of the day is Nico sandwiched between Percy and Jason, the two of them kissing his cheek while he blushes. It sparks so much insanity that people dive to the comments without scrolling on and are greeted with reminders to look at the last photo.

Which is Annabeth pushing Percy away by his face while she kisses Reyna (who's got the lesbian flag on her cheek obvi), Nico hugging her from behind, face nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder and neck. The picture is obviously very lighthearted and teasing and cute. But people still go insane about it. What does it mean?? What did the other picture mean? Who is dating who? Did Percy and Annabeth break up? What is going on?

(the polyam suggestions once again go mostly ignored in favour of the drama)

Nico ignores all the pushing questions because he's really only ever on social media to post videos or stream, but they take up so much of the commentary (even with people getting booted out by mods or other people reminding them that they have a right to privacy and to stop asking) that Annabeth gets really frustrated because, ugh, this isn't what her channel is for. So she opens up on a stream with the clear cut facts. It's polyamory. It's always been polyamory.

(Polyam fans are thrilled they were right)

"I'm married to Percy. I have a girlfriend who lives in LA. Nico is dating Percy and Jason. We have our own thing going on too because sexuality is weird and Nico is cute and also Percy gets stupid about it, and that's always fun. It's been like this for years, we're doing fine. It's literally not that big a deal, move on."

People who keep questioning things get booted from the chat, and everything mostly dies down for the rest of the stream. Until nearish the end, Nico comes in to ask her what she wants for dinner and she's too absorbed in what's she doing to hear him, so he parks himself in her lap like he's done it a billion times because obviously he has and squeezes her cheeks until she starts paying attention to him.

Everyone goes fucking insane about it again.

#percicobeth #happy talks pjo #nico di angelo #annabeth chase

[lukecastellanshandholder]

I happened to think of that one Read Riordan article where they said that Hermes really did "love and care for Luke" and now I'm upset, so let's talk about that.

How did that ever get greenlit to be posted on a website that people look to for additional canon content? When through out all of the main series there are so many examples that show that Hermes didn't really genuinely love and care for him.

The first example is at the very beginning of Luke's life. Luke was about a year old when May tried to become the new Oracle and was instead driven insane by the curse of Delphi. It was when May had the first vision of what would happen to Luke, what his fate was. Now up until that moment, it's said that May, Hermes and, Luke lived together as a family for the most part. This could've been because Hermes loved May much like Poseidon loved Sally and Hades loved Maria. However, given what he does later, I doubt that. I have the feeling that Hermes could sense something different about Luke. He could've been able to tell that Luke would grow to be a strong demigod, a perfect Hero to fight for him.

Then he found out about Luke's fate and just... Left. Stopped coming around as often and then not coming back at all. After he learned that there was no way to cure May of her madness, he just gave up to wallow in self pity. Leaving Luke with someone who was mentally unstable.

That's not what you do when you genuinely love and care about someone.

He left Luke alone to take care of his mother until it was too dangerous for him. Until he had to run away out of fear of his mother's episodes.

Even after everything Luke still prayed to Hermes, pleading for help or guidance. Anything. But he got nothing in return. Then after years and only meeting his son once, Hermes sends Luke on a quest. A quest that was just a fools errand and that had already been done before. A quest that really wasn't necessary in the slightest.

And that's supposed to be Hermes genuinely caring for him? He sent Luke on a dangerous quest with no significance, just to show that Luke is his "pride and joy?" He would've showed that he cared more if he would've just left Luke alone and let him grow up peacefully. There was no need to unnecessarily risk his "beloved" son's life over a stupid apple.

Unless, Hermes sent Luke on that quest to try and keep him under his thumb, or to maybe get Luke killed. He knew the prophecy. He knew Luke's fate. It really wouldn't be too far fetched to believe Hermes wanted to stop it by any means necessary, even if it meant letting his son die.

That's not what someone does to their "pride and joy".

Then there is later in the books, mainly when Hermes would talk to Percy and manipulate talk Percy into helping and trusting him.

One conversation that strikes me is the first one that Hermes has with Percy in SoM. You know, the one where Hermes literally says, " My dear young cousin, if there's one thing I've learned over the eons, it's that you can't give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it."

Now that's really funny coming from the guy who literally abandoned and gave up on May and Luke. His family. It's obvious upon reading the rest of the books, that Hermes didn't mean what he said. It was just a tactic to appeal to Percy's loyalty and sense of family. And it works. He tricks Percy into believing that Hermes still really cares about Luke because he loves him. When in reality, he only wants Percy to stop him because Luke has become inconvenient for him. For his reputation that he cares so much about. I mean hell, they even make it a point to drive home the fact that Hermes is very vain and cares an annoyingly large amount about his image. It might be used as a comedic tactic, but it really is showing of Hermes' true disposition and what he cares about most.

Then we come to the very end, the last book of the series. There is a part in there where Percy goes off on Hermes, accusing him of never caring about Luke. Asking why, if Hermes cared about Luke so much, then why did he abandon him instead of being there for him?

And Hermes' response is to get mad at Percy. This is also all because Hermes gets mad at Annabeth for not running away with Luke and taking him away from this fate. Hermes is so obviously trying to blame others for what he did, for his mistakes, instead of possibly ruining his image. Trying to make others feel guilty, when the only one that should have any true guilt about all of this, is Hermes. This is a manipulation tactic if I've ever seen one.

And back to Percy's point, if Hermes really cared and didn't abandon Luke? They wouldn't have been in this situation. And it's absolutely true.

Nothing that Hermes does throughout the series shows or even hints that Hermes may genuinely love and care for Luke. It shows that he only cared about what Luke could've accomplished, and the things Luke could've done to serve Hermes and better his image. And that is not genuine and unconditional love. Not in the slightest.

But even with all of that evidence? Yeah, "Hermes really genuinely loved and cared for Luke".

Give me a break 🙄

#yeah #that article only slightly annoys me #also #this kinda turned into an essay #but this is also my official application to Rick to hire me exclusively to write any future articles or official content for Luke #I'll help you keep your own story straight #trust me #luke castellan

[triscribeaucollection]

Final chapter of Prophesied is DONE AND POSTED!

The raft somehow managed to go from saltwater to fresh while it drifted through the Mist, and Thalia found herself disembarking on the lakeshore at Camp Half Blood.

For the first minute, she only stood there, staring. Half a dozen canoes were neatly lined up by the edge of the small beach; she could hear owls in the trees, the distant screeches of the harpy cleaning crew. It didn’t seem- real. Not after however many days-weeks-months spent on Ogygia.

But the raft showed up. And Calypso barely let her get in two words before shoving Thalia onto it, announcing that it was time for her to go. The raft pulled itself back off the sand of its own accord, giving Thalia just a split second to grab something from one of her jacket pockets and toss it to Calypso: a silver lighter. A mortal-made lighter, not magic, not something she’d gotten from any god.

Just a lighter, taken off her mother’s dresser the night before Thalia ran away.

Beauty without Grace is the hook without the bait, read the inscription on the back. Some old quote, though Thalia didn’t know from where. She also didn’t know if her mother had been the one to have it engraved, or if it was a gift from someone else, or what. She’d only known it was important enough for Beryl Grace to keep close, on display, where it could be seen each morning and every night.

Thalia used it to start small campfires, while living on the road. Since getting to camp, only to burn the small offerings she and Percy made privately, to his mom, to her brother. Important fires.

And yet she tossed it to Calypso without a second thought.

Maybe it wouldn’t mean anything, besides a memento with her name on it. But she hoped the other girl would keep it regardless.

“I happen to be the one who gave that trinket to your mother, in case you didn’t know.”

Slowly, Thalia turned her head, just enough to look from the corner of her eye at the man standing a few steps away, dressed in a fancy, immaculate suit, not a speck of sand to be seen on his shiny leather shoes.

She took a deep breath, and started walking.

“Thalia-” Yep, there was the crackle of lightning in his voice, the sharp retort of thunder beneath it. “Thalia. Stop.”

She halted.

But didn’t turn around.

A sigh.

And- footsteps.

Zeus stopped when he stood beside her, both of them looking up into the quiet trees. A small part of Thalia’s mind wondered if she’d end up growing as tall as him. “You have given me great cause to be proud, my daughter. But there is a limit to how much insolence that pride can counterbalance.”

And just like that, her old anger clawed its way to the surface. “So strike me down, then,” Thalia bit out. “Right here, right now. Everybody already thinks I’m dead, right? No big deal to make it the truth-”

His hand landed on her shoulder, and the words died in Thalia’s mouth.

“My daughter,” Zeus repeated, softer than before.

Neither of them said anything else for a few minutes.

Until, “Will you see the cabin?” She didn’t need to ask which one he meant. “I will not- trouble you, any further, if you do.”

“...fine.”

They walked in silence. Even through the darkness, heavier than usual with thick cloud cover, Thalia knew the way. Zeus never took his hand off her shoulder.

She tried not to dwell on that fact.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #thalia grace #pjo zeus #fan fiction #ao3 #posted

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

The daughter of Poseidon

Characters by appearance : Poseidon, Aricka Jackson, Sally Jackson, Amphitrite, Percy Jackson.

Song:

If I could catch a star for you I swear I'd steal them all tonight

To make your every wish come true and every dream for all your life…

She was born on a cool October evening. A cry loud enough to change the tides, Aricka Coral Jackson was a fighter from the moment she first opened her eyes-

And what beautiful eyes she had. A startling turquoise-teal-periwinkle, almost the perfect shade of the sea. Poseidon was full of pride for her.

But that's not how the story goes

The world is full of perfect plans

If there's a promise that I broke, I know one day you will understand…

One night, he snuck into her nursery, scooped up the sleeping babe. She didn’t even stir, content to slumber in her father’s embrace. “My daughter,” he whispered. “μικρά μάτια του ωκεανού, pride of the seas. I can’t be there to watch you grow… I can only hope one day you make it to camp… you belong to the sea. You will one day return. I await that day eagerly, already.” He kisses her forehead, catches a whiff of the soap and powder she smelled off. “κόρη, I will always love you.”

(Little ocean eyes.

(Daughter.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When times are hard I know you'll be strong

I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on

Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky

Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…

Aricka is five now. Strange things has been happening to her since she went to the aquarium with her daycare. “What is the matter, αστερίας?” He spoke funnily, made Aricka giggle.

“What’s that word?” She repeats the funny word clumsily, but Poseidon merely smiles amusedly at his daughter awkwardly copying his mother tongue.

“It means starfish, where I’m from,” he explains. “You seem upset. Where is your mother?”

“She’s at work, this is daycare. Are you lost mister?” She asks.

“No, παιδί. Waiting for someone.” A funny dressed woman walks up to the man then, and he loops his arm around her. “Be well, Aricka. We will meet again soon.”

An angel I will read to sleep, gave me one dream of my own

So learn to love and spread your wings, and find the one to call your home

The funny dressed woman smiled warmly at Aricka too, and they seemed to vanish, leaving a pleasant sea-salt vapor scent behind them.

(Starfish)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When times are hard I know you'll be strong

I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on

Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky

Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…

Aricka is seven, and she’s a big sister now. She holds her wriggling baby brother carefully, sitting in the hospital bed with her mommy. “He’s so little,” she coos. “What’s his name mama?”

Sally kisses her daughter’s cheek, knowing now that her days with her daughter were numbered. Chiron would come for her soon. “His name is Perseus Caspian,” she answered. “He’s your brother, and your responsibility. I won’t always be able to protect him, but you will be able to. You will always be able to guard him.” Aricka nods seriously.

“I love you Percy. I won’t ever let anybody hurt you. I promise.”

Later; when mommy and Percy were sleeping, Aricka woke up to see the same man from the daycare standing next to Percy’s bassinet. When he noticed her staring, he put a finger to his lips, shushing her quietly. “You must pretend you didn’t see me here, μικρό γκουπί. Some people wouldn’t approve.” He turns to look at Percy again. “But I had to see your little brother once, before I return to my palace.”

“Are you a king?” She asks in quiet awe. He laughs.

“Yes, η κόρη μου, you could say that.” She tilts her head at the funny words. “I cannot reveal who I am to you yet, but know that the ocean will always be your refuge. Do you understand that?” She nods.

“I like swimming; and seeing fishies.” He laughs again, and the sound makes Aricka feel happy and relaxed.

“Yes, yes you would.” He walks over to her, brushes her cheek softly. “Be brave, little warrior. One day you’ll be called on to protect your brother. You must prepare for it.” He looks at Percy one last time and vanishes, leaving the same sweet ocean vapor behind him.

(My daughter)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When times are hard I know you'll be strong

I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on

Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky…

Aricka is 17, and reunited with her brother for the first time since she was 12. That night, she dreamed of an underwater palace and the man from the hospital- her dad. Poseidon. He sees her, and smiles warmly at her. “My daughter,” he greets. “You’ve been reunited with Percy, then. Is he well?”

“Yes dad,” she says softly. “Scared and traumatized, but as well as he can be. I start his water training tomorrow.” Poseidon nods.

“Good. Keep him safe. Protect him. Guide him to the bolt and back to Olympus. I await your safe arrival eagerly. I have long awaited the day we would officially meet, face to face.” He caresses her cheek and her eyes slip shut, wishing this was real, not a dream. All she wanted was for her dad to be able to hug her. “We will meet soon. This I vow.” She felt herself begin to wake and her father nods. “Wake now. Know that no matter what, you are the pride of the seven seas.”

Then her eyes opened, and she went about her day, with no recollection of the dream she just had, other than a feeling that she was loved.

~~~~~

Fathers and daughters never say goodbye

Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…

Aricka is 24 now, battle scarred and covered in burns. “μικρή μου γοργόνα,” a now familiar voice calls. Weary, Aricka turns to face her father, and tears fill her unique eyes as she runs across the Olympian throne room to collide with her father’s arms. “Oh, my daughter,” he says, and she finds herself comforted by how much he smelled like the ocean. “You fought so well. I’m so proud of you.” Aricka cried at those words, words she’d craved since she was 12. “Your brother fought so well, also. I must speak to him too.” She nods, sniffling as she steps back. He cradled her face in both his hands. “You are my pride and joy, as is your brother; and all my children are. The spirit of the sea is strong with you.”

“Father…” she breathes. “πατερούλης…” The word brings tears to Poseidon’s eyes; and he kisses her forehead gently.

“Go now. That boyfriend of yours is waiting for you.” With a smile and a pat to the shoulder, he sends his daughter off to her friends and loved ones, knowing that she would always return to his domain. As would her brother.

As would her children, one day.

(Little mermaid.)

(Daddy.)

~~~~~~~~~

When times are hard I know you'll be strong

I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on

Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky

Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…

~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#Spotify #the sea fam #born of sea and shore #Aricka and Poseidon #a father’s love knows no depths 🌊

[theyellowroseofsodor]

🎁 I come bearing gift ideas 🎁

- Thomas strikes me as one of those people who has a wishlist of games he’s been meaning to play but hasn’t gotten around to actually buying for himself, and he just keeps adding to it so some of those games have been on that list for years and he’s pretty much forgotten about them being on it at all. So somebody giving him anything on that list would be a pleasant surprise (source: I am one of those people, my friends have done this multiple times)

- Edward seems like the type who’d appreciate something homemade or handcrafted, no matter what it is or how it looks. He’d treasure it because it was made with love and it’s from someone he cares about.

- Henry might appreciate some new gardening tools, like a new trowel or a set of good gardening gloves. Another idea for him is a bulb for an amaryllis, a large lily-like flower that grows well indoors during winter. They’re gorgeous when they bloom, and I’m sure he’d love to help it grow!

- Gordon… is tricky. He seems like the sort to say he doesn’t want/need anything, but you know he’d feel hurt if he didn’t get something meaningful. Personally, I have a headcanon that he really likes butterscotch candy, but that’s not something he goes around telling people. After all, he’s an engine, engines don’t need food, it isn’t proper… but he can’t help popping one in his mouth when he needs a pick-me-up and thinks no one he knows is around to notice. And if a certain someone did notice, well…

- James would probably like things he can use to spoil himself. A specific shade of nail polish from his favorite brand, a warm blanket he can wrap himself in, a pair of nice slippers to wear around the house, things like that.

- Percy is someone I headcanon as being really into Lego. Like, he’s got completed builds set up all over his room and is always on the lookout for a new challenging set to build in his spare time. Can’t go wrong with a cool Lego set for Percy.

- Emily is another tricky one, because she seems like the kind of person who just goes out and gets most of the things she wants herself, just in general. So a good gift for her might be an experience rather than an object; a gift certificate to a new local restaurant, tickets to a concert, vouchers for a spa day, something like that. She’d probably love it even more if it were something she could do with the person who gave her the gift in the first place.

🎁 I put way too much thought into this okay bye 🎁

Oh my gosh, I LOVE these! I don’t know, anon, if you’ve read my fic but I totally made Thomas a video game nerd (also like me) and the idea of getting him a game off his wishlist is BRILLIANT! Like he has a Switch and I’m sure his wishlist is humongous!

Edward is definitely a homemade gift guy, I’m taking that and running with it.

I know nothing about flowers, I could kill a cactus I’m such a bad green thumb. The bulb sounds like something his special someone would know.

OK OK you totally read my mind about Gordon and sweets so I’m gonna run with that one too 😂 but I also think he’d totally tear up with a homemade gift right? Cause he’s all prideful and a bit vain but like actual affection crumbles all the walls. Like he has a lot of good self-esteem but when others genuinely compliment him or make something for him he gets super emotional, but tries to hide it. Oh my gosh, thank you for this brain storming session!

James with like a Minky Couture blanket is now engraved in my mind. That luxury blanket in like a moulin rouge red, oh my Lady I’m living for it.

Percy is totally a LEGO guy! How have I not seen it?? Now I have to find a series to go with it. Like he has to have an entire collection whether it’s Lego City, Star Wars, Harry Potter, LotR, YES!!

Emily having a gift card and a ticket to experience something is also an amazing idea anon, I may need you for future advice because you are brilliant! It is my personal headcanon that Emily loves books. She’s basically Belle from Beauty and the Beast. So, maybe tickets to the theatre? I feel like that would like brighten her world.

Thanks for brainstorming with me anon, this has been amazing! I’m going to start working on it right away but I always welcome more! ♥️💙💜💛💚

#ttte #ttte fanfic #ttte gordon #ttte edward #ttte james #ttte henry #ttte humanized #ttte emily #ttte thomas #ttte percy

[sunshines-child]

little fanfic thing

the blood in our veins

“Demigods are slowly dying. Their godly blood, the thing that gave them their strength and power, is slowly poisoning them. It’s killing them on the inside. Percy and Annabeth know their time is up.” Last day fic I guess. lyrics are from The Water is Fine by Chloe Ament

Two lovers wander down to the shore

Hand in hand the evening before

The day that their hands will be joined

“Y’know, Wise Girl, this wasn’t how I expected to meet my end.”

A young man and woman sat by the drowning sides of the lake. The water lapped at their feet, as if trying to pull them in. The woman smiled.

“And how did you expect to meet it, Seaweed Brain?”

The man grinned. He was handsome, some sort of Adonis, with his strong body, sea-green eyes and black hair. His face held a grin that seemed out of character for the conversation he was having with the woman beside him.

“I guess I always thought I would be killed by a monster or something. Seems like a rather common death for our kind, y’know? Didn’t expect that my death will be caused by my dad.”

“You mean your dad’s genes?”

“Gods don’t have genes, Annabeth.”

The woman - Annabeth - gave an exasperated yet lighthearted sigh. Compared to the man beside her, she seemed rather ordinary, with her long blonde hair and sharp, silver-gray eyes. She didn’t look much different than her siblings, but to the young man, she was the most gorgeous woman he ever laid his eyes on.

“You know what I mean, Percy. Your godly blood.”

Percy. That’s what the young man’s name was. Percy, the two-time savior of Olympus, the greatest warrior of all time, the man who was ready to retire from his title. Percy Jackson.

The man and woman grinned at eachother, their hands interlocking.

The minnows our witnesses

The cause of our sickness is

Love come in, the water is fine

“Percy! Don’t splash me!”

The sun was starting to lower just a bit now. The young man and woman were deep in the water, grinning ear to ear at eachother as the man raised the waters with his command.

“Sorry ‘Beth, but there is no mercy in war.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

“Stop quoting me. I might love you with all my heart, but it’s getting annoying.”

Percy grinned at that.

“You love me with all your heart, eh? Well, you’ll still love me after I splash you again!”

With that, he lifted his arm and let the water rise with him too.

…

The young man and woman laid on the beach, side by side, watching how the lake pulled in the sharp pebbles and sand and then pushed them out again.

“Do you think that we’re lucky, Percy, to share our Last Day?”

The man seemed to contemplate it.

“I think so. Will was a mess when Nico died really early. He looked so broken.” Percy’s voice  softened. “I’m glad that you and I don’t have to go through that.”

Annabeth nodded.

“Nico was the first case, wasn’t he? I feel so bad for Will. Nico was just holding onto Will after he had a panic attack and then he just… died. Passed away. Can you imagine the pain Will felt? He was just trying to comfort his boyfriend. Just imagine. Watching your partner shake in your arms, and then suddenly go still? My fatal flaw is pride, but even I have to admit that if that was you, I don’t think I could handle the grief.”

Percy nodded. His eyes seemed darker now. Shaking his head, he put on a grin and started to wade into the lapping waves. “C’mon, Wise Girl. Come in the water. Join me for a swim. The water is amazing.”

“You think any type of water is amazing. But alright, I'm coming.”

Blood runs thicker than water

Blood runs thicker than water

Blood runs thicker than water

The man and woman swam in the clear waters of the lake, arms outstretched for eachother. The sand swarmed from the movement of their feet. It was just them. Not even the man’s father could interfere with the couple.

“Wise Girl, do you know how beautiful you are right now?”

“Seaweed Brain, compliments are going to get you nowhere.”

“No, really. You see how it’s sunset right now? It’s reflecting on the water. And that water is reflecting on your golden hair. You’re gorgeous, ‘Beth.”

Percy and Annabeth smiled at eachother.

“Come here, ‘Beth. Dance with me.”

And under the orange-golden light of the falling sun, Annabeth ran to Percy, falling into the arms of the two-time savior.

They chose eachother.

The sand shifted underneath their feet as they danced. They were messy; neither of them had danced properly before, they were too busy lighting to live, but still they danced like it was all there was to do. Arms around hips, hands on shoulders, untied golden hair.

They danced like this was their last dance, and it was.

After this day, they would never dance again in the world of the living.

I am the river’s daughter

I am the river’s daughter

I am the river’s daughter

The sky was dark now. Artemis hung her silver-pale moon high and full, the stars besides it shining with all the power they held.

“Percy, our life will be ending soon.”

“I know, Annabeth.”

The young man and woman sat next to eachother, tired by the dancing they did for hours.

“Do you think we'll be together in the Underworld, ‘Beth?”

“We have to be. Even if Hades says no, we both know Nico will keep us together.” “You’re right.”

The man glanced up at the stars, so blurry, yet so beautiful under the clear water of the lake.

Percy gave out a shaky breath.

“Annabeth Chase, I have a question to ask you.”

“What is it, Percy Jackson?”

The stars seemed to shine brighter.

Percy cracked a grin.

“Annabeth Chase, ever since I've met you, I thought you were the most gorgeous person I'd ever met. And I feel that seeing you fight by me for two great wars and two prophecies, I can only strengthen that resolve. I know this is short, and it’s unexpected, but Annabeth Chase, wisest daughter of Athena, will you marry me? Please”

Annabeth had to use every shred of her inner strength not to smack Percy upside the head.

“You fool! You absolute idiot! Why did you have to spring this one on me on our Last Day!?”

Percy‘s smile faltered.

“Is that a no then?”

Annabeth did smack him upside the head this time. “Of course it’s a yes, Seaweed Brain. You idiot.”

Percy smiled brighter than Annabet had ever seen him.

Slipping on the silver band, Percy kissed Annabeth’s cheek.

“Thank you, Wise Girl.”

…

It was getting very dark now. The young man and woman couldn’t see anything in front of them, but when they looked up, they could still see the moon and stars shining in all their glory.

“Do you see Zoe, Annabeth?”

Annabeth looked up through the clear waters of the lake. “Yeah. I do.”

“I think our time is up soon.”

‘I know.”

Percy kissed Annabeth on the lips.

“Can you promise me something, Wise Girl?”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is, Seaweed Brain.”

“Promise me you’ll change your name to Annabeth Jackson when we arrive at the Underworld.”

“I can do that. I promise, Percy. I swear on the River Styx”

Percy wrapped his arms around her. Smiling, their hands interlocked. Except this time, one hand held a glistening silver band on the fourth finger.

“I love you, Annabeth Chase.”

“I love you too, Perseus Jackson.”

Looking up at the bright stars and silver moon that hung in the sky, they curled into eachother.

Sea-green met thunder-gray. Both sucking in a breath, they closed their eyes.

Those eyes never opened again.

And you’ll be her son when we’re both reposed

The next morning, as the dawn just broke and Apollo started to rise in his flaming chariot, campers started to pour out of their cabins. There were significantly less. As they walked down to the docks of the lake, they noticed two unmoving figures, laid in the place where they had first kissed. Through the clear waters, they could see how close they held eachother. When campers dove in to see what it was like, they were startled to see how in the place of bone and flesh was instead glistening marble.

Two hands were interlocked. On both of their fourth fingers, glistening under the filtered sunlight underwater, were two golden wedding bands.

#pjo #percabeth

[ebwhales]

Our Whale Couple in a Percy Jackson AU 

“Youngwoo-ya….”

It was no use because she was already walking away. The look of irritation on her face was clear as day. He was covered in gold dust after slaying a pair of empousa. He knew why she was upset, he knew she was angry that he stepped in to kill them.

He ran up to her blocking her path before she could get any further. 

“Youngwoo-ya I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sorry, he would do it again and again if it meant protecting her.

“You’re sorry ?” She looked at him angrily. “You almost got killed and you’re sorry ?!” Youngwoo very rarely raised her voice, so he knew she was pissed off. 

He didn’t understand what the big deal was, they were demigods and it was part of the territory. He almost died going to school, the grocery store, the park, anywhere really. He was a son of Poseidon, which meant monsters were attracted to him like no other. 

“I am. Even though I did save your life.” He needed to point it out. At that, she groaned. 

“That’s not your job. Your job isn’t to save me, your job is to save yourself.” 

“Who said that? Chiron? Because if you’re in danger, which you clearly were, I’m going to help.” If she thought he was going to let her fight off two empousa by herself she wasn’t as smart as she claimed to be. 

“I had it covered,” she mumbles, looking around, not making eye contact. Fingers tapping her sides in the way they did when she was frustrated.

“Clearly seeing as one of them was about to bite your leg if I didn’t jump in.” He said sarcastically. He knew there was no point in arguing this with her. Her fatal flaw was pride, a common fatal flaw found among the children of Athena. 

“If it was clear to you then why did you step in ?” She asked, confused. Right, sarcasm was hard for her to pick up. 

“No, what I’m saying is, it was clear you needed help. You needed me to step in. We’re a team, we have each other’s back.” 

After countless quests they’ve gone on, it was true. They’ve been a team since the very first one. 

“But it’s my job to protect you. I’m supposed to keep you alive, and you make that difficult.” His heart skips at her words. His strong Youngwoo, his protector since day 1. Many underestimated her because of her autism but she was a force. 

It’s ironic, their parents were enemies, Athena and Poseidon, and yet she made the promise to protect him. At first, the promise was just out of obligation to Chiron and then it turned into a promise to herself. She cared for him so much that she made a promise to protect him no matter what. He would love that if it didn’t mean she would give up her life for his. 

He looked at her and his heart gave a painful squeeze.  She had a cut on her cheek from the fight, and she had scratches on her arms. Her hair was disheveled and her orange CHB shirt was dirty and yet she was the most beautiful person he’d seen. She was beautiful, even more so than Aphrodite and he had met the goddess of beauty. 

He reached out to cup her cheek. She admitted to him years ago when they were only 12 that she didn't mind his touch. 

“I don’t want you to protect me at the cost of your life, Youngwoo-ya. You are too precious to me.” 

She closed her eyes and hummed, in the way she does when she understands. “We are a team Youngwoo-ya.”

“We are a team.” She repeats, opening her eyes. 

“Thank you Junho-ssi. For saving me.” He smiled warmly at her, “Always.” 

He reaches into a pocket pulling out a smushed piece of ambrosia. He breaks off a piece and hands it to her so her wounds can heal. She takes it and begins to chew it, a small smile forming on her lips at the taste. She confessed to him once that it tasted like the gimbap her dad made back home in Korea. 

“Shall we go, the Apollo cabin is leading the campfire tonight?” 

“The Apollo cabin always leads the campfire Junho-ssi.” She reminds him.

“True, but I heard this time some of the tree nymphs are going to join in with the music, and I know how much you love that.” 

She nods before realizing something, “How are we going to get back to camp? I’m too tired to walk.” 

“I’ve got that covered. Good thing you’re wearing your headphones.” Junho smirked at her. He brought his fingers to his lips and let out a good whistle. From a distance, a dark figure galloped through the sky.

“Blackjack!” He waves his pegasus over.

“Hiyya boss” He greets Junho and then turns to bow to Youngwoo. “Hello miss” 

“Why do you bow to her and not to me?” He asks.

“I’ll always bow to the pretty lady.” He informs, “And in the future, she’ll be princess of the ocean.” He winked at him. Junho felt his whole face turn red at the implication. 

“It’s not- That’s not- We're not-" He stammers.

“Junho-ssi what did he say? Why are you red?” She looked at him with her giant curious eyes. He had never been more thankful that she could not understand horses or in this case pegasi. 

“Um nothing, he said something inappropriate.” Youngwoo’s eyes widened and she didn't ask any more questions.

“Ah boss, why try to paint me out to be the bad guy in front of her.” Junho wanted to let him know that he deserved it, but didn’t want Youngwoo to know more of his conversation with Blackjack.

He mounts Blackjack and extends his hand towards Youngwoo, “Milady.” 

Youngwoo blushes at that, making Junho grin. He liked the name milady on her. Once she’s on Blackjack her arms encircle his waist and she lays her cheek on his back. His heart flutters at the feeling of her, at the knowledge that she trusts him. 

“Nice boss, she’ll be a sea princess in no time.” For that comment, he kicks Blackjack a little bit harder than he usually does. Blackjack just chuckles, fully knowing he got a rise out of him. 

They take off into the sky, another successful day of being demigods.

#extraordinary attorney woo #woo younwoo #lee junho #eaw #extraordinary attorney woo fanfic #whale couple fanfic #percy jackson

[barbarianprncess]

of these rushing waves

(you’ll be the oxygen i breathe)

A week after the Titan War, Annabeth is drafting a temple to Hestia when the weight of being the only person in the world that knows Percy's weak spot hits her.

Like. Really hits her.

(or 2k words of annabeth discovering what she means to percy)

(the biggest of shout outs to @timelesslords for helping me make this coherent, and to @colorguardfreak97 for encouraging me every step of the way. enjoy <3)

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A week after the Titan War, Annabeth is drafting a temple to Hestia when the weight of being the only person in the world that knows Percy's weak spot hits her.

Like. Really hits her.

And after about a day and a half freaking out about what it means and what she should do about it, she decides to go talk to him.

(Because not talking to him about what was bothering her led to the worst year of her life. Progress.)

They’re sitting on the beach, sharing Percy’s too small blanket- they both know he has bigger ones, but it’s an excuse to be almost on top of each other. She’s curled up resting on his chest, and he has one hand secured on her waist tracing patterns on her thigh, the other tangled in her curls. They watch the sunset and Annabeth is almost perfectly content.

Almost.

“How did you know?” The words tumble out of her without context.

He shifts to face her and raises an eyebrow. Annabeth finds it unfairly attractive.

“Know what?”

“When you told me your weak spot. How’d you know I could handle it?” The unspoken ‘because I don’t think I can handle it ’ must be apparent enough because Percy’s expression softens.

“Have you been worrying about this?”

Annabeth’s first impulse is to brush it off and change the subject. But then she hears Silena’s voice in her head: tell him how you feel. So she ducks her chin and forces the words out.

“Well yeah, I mean it kinda freaks me out that I just have this power over you. I don’t trust myself.”

Percy tilts her chin with featherlight fingers and an unadulterated fondness her seven year old self would kill to be on the receiving end of.

“I trust you enough for the both of us,” he said.

“How are you so sure about this?” ‘How are you so sure about me?’

He gives her a ‘duh’ look that she’s so used to giving him, it's a bit shocking to be on the opposite end of it. She decides immediately she doesn’t like it.

“You know why.”

“No, I don’t, hence me asking you why.”

She's watched Percy's face morph to pure amusement. He chuckles, and hesitates. “Well, because...”

He trails off clearly thinking about how to word his answer. As he thinks it over she allows herself to look at him properly.

He’s beautiful. Sharp jawline, defined cheekbones, devastatingly symmetrical features. His eyes are deep and content, looking out at the sea as if it has the answer he’s looking for. He can’t seem to find what he wants amongst the waves, but his eyes meet hers and the words seem to come to him.

“It’s you, Annabeth.”

He says it like it answers not only her question but thousands of others. It does neither.

“What’s me, Annabeth?” She attempts at light-hearted sarcasm despite her impatience.

He looks at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes and she knows that look. She hates that look. That look means she’s not getting an answer anytime soon.  

“Oh my gods, you really don't know?”

She glares daggers.

He smiles winningly. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” She bites at his shoulder in retaliation.

“You’re the smartest person I know-” Percy starts.

“True, but flattery will get you nowhere-” Annabeth cut him off.

“So figure-’ He presses a kiss to her temple.

“It-’ A kiss to her left cheek.

“Out.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but he kisses her before she can get out the words. And His knuckles are gentle under her chin, and he smells like ocean breeze, and his lips are chapped yet achingly soft, and he tastes like home. Annabeth resigns herself to find out what he means later, and allows herself to get lost in him and saltwater and home.

...

She digs up every legend about the curse of Achilles she can find. She scours Daedales’s laptop until it runs out of battery. She didn’t even know that was possible.

She researches.

And researches.

And nothing.

She has no idea what he means. Annabeth famously hates not knowing.

And. Percy. Won’t. Budge.

She has tried every trick in the book. She tried baking blue cookies (she burned them), refusing to kiss him till he tells (she caves), and asking Grover to get it out of him (something about the bro-code).

Everytime she asks him he just looks at her with his dopey, baby-seal love eyes and says those same two words.

“It’s you.”

She hates him.

...

It’s three more days before she figures it out.

Nico is looking at her skeptically. His all black get-up makes it so he almost blends in with shadows of the Big House’s basement.

“You need my help?” He deadpans, leaning against the wall looking almost bored.

“Sort-of,” Annabeth shifts on her feet,  “So, I know you were the one who took Percy to the River Styx, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well he’s explained to me bits and pieces about how the curse works, and told me where his… you know… spot is.”

“Ok.”

“So my question is-” Annabeth stopped short. “Wait doesn’t that surprise you at all?”

He shrugs noncommittally, “Not really, no. You were saying?”

Annabeth clears her throat and soldiers on.

“Uh yeah. Right, well it sorta freaked me out how readily he told me about it and I asked how he knew I could handle it and he just said ‘it’s me’. And he refuses to elaborate, and it’s kind of killing me so, do you know what that means? And if you do, could you please explain?”

She’s been staring at her shoes while she rambles on and when she looks up she sees…

Is that humor in his eyes?  

“So, I'm guessing you've done your research on the curse?” She nods. “So you know that when Achilles mother dipped him in the Styx, she held him up by his ankle, which then became his mortal point.”

“Like a sort of anchor.”

“Exactly. Now what the legends don’t mention is that the mortal point wasn’t just the ankle. When his mother pulled him out she became part of his mortal point. Still with me?”

“Not really.”

“Perfect. Going in on your own is no different. You still need someone to help you out of the river, just not physically. You need to picture someone pulling you out, someone to motivate you, someone to bring you back to earth.”

He looks up at her, silently asking permission to continue. Annabeth nods with urgence.  

“It's not just someone who can keep you mortal, but the one person that makes you want to stay mortal. That person and your weak spot become intertwined.” He looks up at her and must still see traces of confusion.

“Your mortal point isn’t just the point of your body that’s unaffected by the River Styx, It’s the person in your life that you saw that gave you the strength to survive the Styx at all.”

Oh.

Oh.

“So when he says ‘it’s...He literally means…” She trails off and looks up at Nico. His smirk is patronizing, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“It’s you.”

…

She vaguely recalls thanking Nico for his help, but how she ended up in her bunk staring at the wall is a mystery. Annabeth has never truly understood the word dumbfounded until now.

...

It’s her.

...

By the time she comes to, it's dark out. Annabeth is already grabbing her invisibility cap and pulling on her shoes. She should probably change out of her pajamas, but her urgency to get to Percy outweighs the little vanity she has left in her. Percy has seen her in far worse conditions than messy hair and sleep wear.

Normally she would climb in through his window, but tonight is strictly business. Percy is still up waiting for her like he has been every night since the war ended. His face brightens when his eyes land on her face then immediately scrunch in concern when he sees what must be a manic look in her eye.

“You ok?”

“It’s me.” A whisper- she says it like she can't fully comprehend the words.

“It’s me?” A question- not necessarily for him just unsure.

“It’s me!” An accusation- this time it’s directed at Percy, who smiles with unnecessary pride.

He tugs at her hand and pulls her to sit on the bunk.“You figured it out.”

She’s briefly tempted to explain the whole visit with Nico, but she has other things on her mind.

“That’s how I knew on the bridge. That feeling that you were in danger, even though you hadn’t told me where the spot was, I knew.”

He shrugs, “It would make sense, but to be honest, I actually have no idea.”

She entwines their fingers and he lifts her hand up to press kisses to her knuckles.

“You saved me.” Percy says it soft and reverent, like a prayer.

“On the bridge?”

“No. Well yeah you saved me on the bridge, but I’m talking about the Styx. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I was burning alive. It was like I was back at Mt. St. Helen’s all over again.”

She feels a swift wave of guilt that she quickly pushes down so she can pay attention to the rest of his words.

“Except instead of the lava being thrown at me, I was dunked in it. And it was ten times hotter. I was drowning.” He laughs mirthlessly, and she squeezes his hand. “I was in so much pain I couldn't remember who I was.”

She knocks her forehead against his, partly to bring him back to reality, partly to remind herself that he did in fact survive to tell her this story.

He looks up at her, green eyes wide with a wonder and reverence she doesn’t believe she deserves.

“Then I heard you. Your voice. I heard your voice and I saw your face and you held out your hand. You didn’t just pull me back. You put me back together. The thought of you put me back together. I took your hand and I survived because of you. You saved me Annabeth.”

Annabeth is stunned into silence.

She has no doubt in her mind that if it were her in the Styx, she would've seen Percy and he would’ve saved her in the same way she saved him. But, it's different hearing it from him. It’s a rare feeling to know that this full-bodied, utter devotion (the kind she feels for him), is mutual. To hear it spoken out loud is almost unheard of.

She doesn’t have the words to articulate the supernova of emotions exploding her chest, so she kisses him. She kisses him with everything she has. Percy kisses her back with the same intensity. Percy’s kisses are safety and contentment and light. He’s so good with words (better with them than she is), and she thinks it translated into the way he kissed. He kisses her like he’s trying to say something--typically some shy declaration of the love that they both know is between them but tiptoe around speaking into existence.

He kisses with his whole body. He clutches at her waist like he couldn’t bear to let go, and she arches her back because she doesn't think she could bear it either. He occupies all five of her senses, the only thing she knows is him. Her hands are buried in his hair. He’s the sun, and kissing him is sunshine personified.

When she finally pulls back, he removes one of the hands gripping at her waist to slip into the junction between her collarbone and her jaw to keep their foreheads together. He keeps pulling her in his orbit, freckles like constellations, breaths mingled like they could survive on kisses and shared oxygen alone.

She thinks she’d like that.

Percy ends up curled on top of her, his head resting in the crook of her neck. One of her hands in his hair, the other on the small of his back like she can protect him with force of will alone.  They fall asleep the way they survive- anchored to each other.

...

#my first fic yall so pls be nice to me lol #rbs are appreciated! #ask box is open for prompts #percabeth #percabeth fic #missing scene #annabeth chase #percy jackson #the last olympian #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #grover underwood #my writing #omg i can use that tag now #fic rec

[spookys-diary]

Some of my hp unpopular opinions:

- this one isnt really unpopular (or I hope its not) but remus lupin gets the short end of the stick Constantly (specifically in his relation to harry but also just in general considering hes a werewolf and all). Like imagine teaching the kid of your dead best friend and 1. he doesnt even recognize you (although harry is stupid so...) and 2. even after he figures out that you knew his dad he doesnt even try to have a close relationship with you like he did with sirius. I get that he was harrys teacher and its a little weird to suddenly have a close relationship with him but also hes one of the only last living people who was friends with your dad and he isnt an insane fugitive. Like it sometimes feels like the only reason harry isnt as close with remus is because he isnt harrys god father like... c'mon.

- percy weasley isnt that bad of a person. like yes hes a dick and shouldnt have been on the side of the ministry but also his family constantly bullied him, not just fred and george but everyone in that family was mean to him and disrespected his work, something that he was insanely passionate about. and its shown that he holds a lot of value and pride in the ministry this shouldnt really have been as big of a surprise to the family, and everyone is susceptible to propaganda especially when they put so much value in the ministry.

- the books were written somewhat badly. like theyre great and i love them but i feel like jkr ruined a lot of things that could have been really cool. also the overuse of adverbs. like i understand using adverbs to a point and i dont agree with some people saying that you shouldnt use adverbs at all but when its after every single line of dialogue it gets too much after a while. also the plot conveniences! the most famous example probably being the time turner where they just use it and it never comes up again, but i also feel like there is a lot of things that could have been used less like polyjuice potion. in the second book polyjuice potion was like super hard to make and in the restricted books section and then they go on to use it so many other times. i guess they do have a whole potions master in the order so it would make sense that they have a store of it but it just feels like a copout most of the time.

- i dont think sirius should get so much hate for acting impulsively in the books. my man was locked up for twelve years, and not in any normal prison, no, in one where the guards literally suck away all your happiness, after he got framed for ratting out his best friend to voldemort, getting them killed, by one of his other best friends. and then when he finally got out he had to go on the run fully knowing that the murderer of his best friend is still on the loose, and starving because he was on the run. and then when he finally had a place to go after all of that it was the home of his family who abused him! and on top of that snape is constantly making fun of him for being stuck inside and not being able to do anything. and then he heard that his best friends son is in danger and cant help himself from going to save him. and somehow people hate sirius for being impulsive. (also the people who defend snape and attack sirius by saying he only sees harry as his father need to shut up because like what do you think snape does..? im not saying either of those things are right just get a different thing to hate him for. also this isnt @ people who criticize that with both parties just the people who think snape can do no wrong and then hate on other characters for doing the same things snape does)

- i dont think in the first book when dumbledore gave the win to gryffindor instead of slytherin was all that terrible. although definitely shouldnt have made it seem like the slytherins had won and then rip that away from them but the points he gave them were completely justified like its not everyday that you defeat the most powerful wizard in the world when you are 11 (even if he was less than a ghost). plus everyone knew that something happened they just didnt know what so its not like it was all that random for the other students either. was it still unfair to the slytherins? yes. was it as bad as people make it out to be? i dont think so (but i do understand if you disagree)

- (again probably not all that unpopular but) there was a serious lack of good slytherins. i think the best we got was regulus and even then he still became a death eater (largely because he was forced into it and then once he realized that the death eaters were horrible he sabotaged voldemort and sacrificed himself to protect his house elf and the wizarding world at large) + we didnt even meet him and only know about him through letters or something (cant remember exactly how we learned about him). you also have slughorn but he "collected" people which is very weird and he only cared about his students when he thought they would become powerful and help him in some way. then theres draco who barley if at all got a redemption arc, and again became a death eater (although again largely by force). then some people try to claim snape but hes just not. anyway being ambitious and cunning are not bad things and doesnt mean you are selfish or only care about stuff when it personally benefits you.

- idc why everyone is so against cho chang. like oh no shes crying after her boyfriend got murdered by a fascist *shocked face* like i agree that harry and cho should not have even tried dating after that but its clear that they both liked each other before and i feel like cho wanted to relate to harry with the murder (which is probably not the best way to deal with that but therapy in the wizarding world seems to be severely lacking)

- i like kreacher way more than dobby. kreachers vibes are just more immaculate. also is it bad if i say dobby kinda annoys me.

#harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #albus dumbledore #fred and george #fred weasley #ginny weasley #wizarding world #harry james potter #george weasley #lily evans #sirius #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius black #unpopular opinion #harry potter unpopular opinion #regulus deserved better #regulus black #horace slughorn #professor slughorn #snape slander #dobbyharrypotter #dobby the house elf #kreacher

[blackjacktheboss]

"why are you lying to me?"

[again, no clue what this is -- no cohesive thoughts, just vibes] 

"why are you lying to me?" Percy asks as he pushes the front door closed to keep Annabeth from leaving.

“Who says I’m lying?” she says, turning around to lean back against the door.

“I do,” he says as he steps in closer to her. “You’re hiding something.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes and shoves Percy away, giving herself a chance to open the door. “So what  if I am? A woman is entitled to her secrets, Jackson. And I wouldn’t bother trying to figure it out, because you’re just gonna be a step behind me like always.”

Percy casually slides his hands into his pockets, and Annabeth can feel the way his eyes slowly drag all the way up her body. “At least I’ll have a nice view.”

Annabeth gives him the finger. “You’re not nearly as charming as you think you are.”

“Oh I don’t think I’m charming,” he says with a shrug. “I just have small moments where I can’t help myself.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“And you could’ve left ten times by now.”

Annabeth crosses her arms, and keeps her steely gaze on Percy. “Just like you could’ve told me to leave twenty times.”

Percy laughs, nodding as he crosses his arms then brings a hand up to run his thumb along his lower lip. “Fair enough.”

Annabeth sighs, dropping her arms to her sides. “Can I come over tomorrow? Same time?”

He smirks like he’s won something. And maybe he has. “The door will be unlocked.”

“You gave me a key, remember?”

“Leaving the door unlocked is sexier, though, don’t you think?”

Annabeth rolls her eyes. “Goodnight Percy.”

“Goodnight Annabeth.”

She steps into the elevator, leaning her head back against the wall, and takes a steadying breath. Normally Annabeth prides herself on being pragmatic and in control of every situation, but something about Percy Jackson is just… intoxicating. When he’s around, all reason goes out the window, and Annabeth would do just about anything to ride the high of being with him. She is already planning how she will get away tomorrow, when the slow closing slide of the elevator doors is interrupted by a ding.  

“Oh good, I caught you,” Percy says as the doors slide back back.

“Wanted to get one last look?” she teases as she continues to lean back against the wall, attempting to play it as cool as possible.

Again, Percy shamelessly looks her up and down. “Always. But I actually just wanted to say…”

“Yeah?”

He is sure to look her in the eye as his expression becomes uncharacteristically serious. “Whatever your secret is, I hope you tell me tomorrow.”

“You always say that,” she says as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

“I know,” Percy says, his smile earnest and bright. “And I mean it every time.”  

He slowly backs away, letting the doors slide back closed and as he fades from her view, only one thought crosses her mind: 

                 I want to tell this man every secret I've ever kept.

#quarantine content #writing prompt