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as a wizard, knowledge was an essential tool to your power. for the entirity of his adolescence and his early adulthood, percy wasn't given the luxury of a proper education so he had to teach himself everything he knew. maybe that was why he was so passionate about it and why he delved into the academy of alexandria and everything it had to offer when he was first brought to the island all those years ago.

while his bedroom worked as a library itself with books stacked in just about every corner, it wasn't quite enough and he found himself spending a lot of his free time in one of the many libraries of the academy. after his last quest, percy was focused on reading as much as he could on those invisible tentacle monsters that attacked them in achilles' apartment and the horned one. 

"oh, hi cas" he looked up from the pile of books that he'd been carrying to an empty table. "sure." he walked over and sat across from the son of hecate, setting his books down. "oh that's interesting, what do you think you're going to do with it?"

tucked in a comfortable corner within one of the many libraries that the house provides, casimiro balances a book on his knee, eyes scanning the pages, his free hand taking down notes. every now and then, he'll spin the pen between his fingers, humming to himself when he finds something exceedingly interesting. let's face it, most of the books in here are interesting to him. knowledge is power and power is something that he likes.

he turns the page and yawns, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth when he looks up and notices percy walking into the room. he grins to himself. matteo keeps a lot close to his chest and, as he's experienced, misinterprets a lot of information through a lens of his choosing—mostly one in which people only want him for one thing.

"hello, percy." casimiro says when the son of apollo is close enough. "need a study buddy? i'm just reading books on love and sex magic and how to counter it."

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at least percy didn't wake up with matteo, that would have been embarassing... the idea of putting his heart out there like that was embarassing and percy would have to find a way to make sure napoleon forgot about his first impression of percy. looking over his shoulder, he saw the other checking him out and made an excuse to bend over to pick something up. it was a shame that they didn't hook up, though. "i'm usually not the emotional type like this," percy wasn't one to be so raw like this. "so you won't have to worry about me crying on your shoulder again."

sliding the shirt back on, percy stretched his limbs a little to wake his body up fully. "yeah, i'm percy." at least the guy seemed cool enough. "i had other ideas of how to start the day," he couldn't help but flirt a little. reaching over, he took the others hand to guide him out of the bedroom and out to the courtyard and then down to the common rooms. "but caffe works for me." percy said as they entered the kitchen. "so you're the son of poseidon, right?"

look, napoleon tried to be a gentleman on most occasions, but he wasn’t a saint. when percy turned around, his eyes briefly caught a glimpse of those bare buttocks before the other turned to address him once again. “oh- uh, yeah.” did the other ask a question? no idea. focusing back on the subject at hand, he let out a chuckle at the apology. “nah, that’s not required. glad you destressed well.”  napoleon stood up to pick up a shirt on the floor, tossing it over to the other. “percy, right? at least that’s the name you used .” another light chuckle escaped him as he stretched sleep-laden limbs. after a crack of his neck – then another one – napoleon’s smile had become fully charged up and flashed at the other in full brightness. “so do you want something to soak up the misery? caffè?” 

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While he thought he was over Matteo and that chapter of his life had been closed, having to live under the same roof as his ex boyfriend just proved that those feelings had only been pushed down... the wound was reopened and those feelings bubbling back up to the surface. It started out as simply just resentment and trying to keep his distance but now, the resentment had burned away and jealousy took over that flame. Somehow he was even angrier seeing Matteo flirting with someone else, even if he knew he didn't have any right to be jealous. He was the one who cut things off... and yet, here Percy was. Throwing himself at his ex. 

"Mhmm, I like the sound of that." the drunk Percy said, his fingers combing through those raven locks and his body slowly guiding them away from the group of people around them. He didn't even notice if the guy was still there or not, tugging Matteo away to a dark corner where preying eyes wouldn't be on them. "I know I shouldn't be jealous.. but I am." the liqour was making him more honest than he would have liked. "I just.. really wanna kiss you right now, Matty."

yes part of the reason that Matteo invited Percy was that he missed hanging out with him. The other part was that he knew that once the other started looking into something there was a chance he would get lost in it. Their new job gave them way too much to focus on and fun would be needed or Percy would never leave his room. So if he had to run a tab up in the name of team building getting to look at Percy in a club was only an added benefit.

The night had passes mostly the same as any other night out. Dancing with any one that asked attention freely given and taken to any one that asked or offered. A smile on his face as a child of Demeter praised his biceps and asked him to flex. Matteo never one to shy away from pride did just that. Matty could have ran off with this guy not 2 seconds ago but as soon as he heard Percy's voice his focus was turned on him. . "yeah of course" no idea what this could be but he was needed so he went.

between the giggle and the hand on around his neck it was easy to be taken back to the time of them dating. "Missing me that much?" he teased with a smile of his own as his hands found the other's lips. "all you have to ask and ill come running"

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JONATHAN BAILEY "Jurassic World Rebirth" | 2025, dir. Gareth Edwards

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closed for @matteofares setting ogygian club

of course percy knew agreeing to go to the club tonight was a bad idea, matteo had been the one who invited him and yet... there was that part of him that was all to tempted to go. that voice was what won out, the son of ares agreed to buy his drinks and behave. maybe he could get to know the other demigods and get to know them a little better, instead of staying cooped up inside his bedroom yet another night while the other demigods got closer. 

as the night went on and the demigods had drink after drink, their inhibitions seemed to melt away. a few of them were paired off and percy was sitting at the bar with his drink in hand, he saw matteo chatting up some stranger. a burning jealousy seemed to burn through him, one he knew he had no right to have... there was nothing there with matteo but the alcohol was telling him to forget about the past. chugging the last of the drink, percy didn't realize he was walking in the direction of his ex until he could hear the two of them talking. his eyes narrowed in on the random guy. "matty, i need to talk to you. alone." 

once the other person was gone, percy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around the others neck. "hi.." he giggled, clearly drunk. "spend time with me."

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percy had always been a morning person, maybe it had something to do with the fact that his father was the god of the sun so it was hardwired in his brain. even before he'd been claimed by apollo. but he was always up by the crack of dawn, starting his day before most of the other demigods. mornings usually consisted of some light exercise and studying up in his room, there were never enough books for a wizard to master their craft. 

making his way downstairs to the kitchen, percy's eyes were fixated on the giant of a man who seemed to be scrambling eggs. he didn't know conan very well, but the son of zeus stood out like mount olympus herself in comparison to the other fourteen chosen. "mornin', stud." percy said as he sat on the edge of one of the countertops, balancing himself. "think there's enough eggs for me too?" the smell of food must have awoken his stomach, which was now growling.

@sibyllicson location: Some common room, Big House notes: pick me choose me love me, here's something cute

Morning routine was usually the same. Jog or swim. Maybe row but he always ended up in the kitchen after a shower hot enough to burn a few layers off. He liked the quiet of the trickling hours preceding the break of dawn, when Ogygia hung in suspension between night and day it reminded him distinctly of home.

It'd surprise no one to learn that Conan only knew how to barbeque and make either spaghetti or scrambled eggs. It was nine in the morning so with a cracked beer on the counter next to him, Conan scrambled the eggs he'd broken into the pan until they were leathery bullets.

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spending his entire adolescence and early adulthood in a circus, living with a crew of unique individuals who all came from such different walks of life wasn't new for percy. so much of his life had been spent sleeping in a caravan curled on a small bed in a corner, now it felt like him and the fourteen other chosen demigods were living like royals in a palace that overlooked their subjects. the demigod was the son of poseidon, the two hadn't been acquainted yet but percy would always remember a handsome face.

at least he didn't end up drunkenly texting his ex, now that was something he couldn't have lived with. 

"oh..." he turned around, his bare backside was on display for the other who was fully dressed. "well, that's embarrassing.." drunk percy certainly did get more emotional, maybe the idea of living in such a massive room reminded him of how lonely he felt here but those were feelings he wasn't really in the mood to sort through. at least not in that moment. "apologies, mate." he said as he strolled through the bedroom, grabbing a pair of underwear and a pair of pants. "i'm usually not such a mess... but i suppose this is one way to meet."

okay, so the big house is kind of a frat house. the men, the parties, the creaks heard in the night ─── napoleon would have made the connection sooner if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with orchestrating said parties. but frat house or not, their home was now a collective space shared by a motley crew of fourteen. and its tenets deserved some company. that explained how he ended up sleeping next to one of the chosen, someone he hadn’t met previously. napoleon let out a small groan at the other's movement, waking from a warm, comfortable slumber. he stretched lazily across the expensive silk sheets, moved an arm to cushion his head, and lay there with his eyes closed for a moment ... before realization bolted him awake. he spotted the other immediately, still half-lidded and waking. “good morning!” napoleon chirped, his words escaping slightly raspier from sleep. then, after a pregnant pause: “look, i can explain. well, first of all, nothing happened. you looked super tipsy last night and asked to cuddle, so i thought i’d sleep next to you. for, ya know, security reasons.” he motioned to his own clothed state.

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drowning himself in a bottle of wine was quite the norm for percy, sometimes it was to quiet those demons that were demons in his head, to celebrate, or simply it to cut the nerve from a rather shitty day. he'd woken up with plenty of strangers over the years and simply disappear into the streets of new olympia to never see them again, but this was different. percy was a chosen now and he'd have to deal with fourteen other demigods every day. things were already messy enough with matteo, who knew if this would only make things worse.

"i don't really remember much," percy could feel the splintering headache still, he didn't usually black out but he really drowned his sorrows in the bottle of wine he found in the kitchen the night before. finding a shirt, he slid it over his frame before looking back over to the man who was in his bed. the son of hades, kirby. "drunk me really has great taste." he said, getting up to find another bottle of wine in his cupboard. "just some hair of the dog."

Kirby was used to celebration. He was used to the excitement of the entertainment district. Of bodies writhing in euphoria. He clung to the excitement, any chance to celebrate was a reason to find jubilation. As a child of death he knew better than most that life was fleeting, that no matter what we all turned to dust sooner or later. But it was because of that that he chose to take any opportunity to enjoy himself. To spread his wings and just live.

So as the night had grown long, and the party had pulled him under he let himself freely move from one person to the next. It was only as the morning sun broke through thick curtains that he felt himself stir. He sighed wistfully at the thought of another day of celebration. Stretching out as sheets jostled next to him, he could tell that this was not his own home. Who's place he'd stumbled into he wasn't exactly sure. Hell his head was still pounding a bit from all the drinking yesterday, but nothing some coffee couldn't fix.

Slowly sitting up in the bed he smirks as he watches the other man begin to search for their clothes.

"And here I thought I'd ask for a round three? four? Was hard to keep track last night."

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the demigods had been chosen a few weeks ago and yet percy hadn't fully acquianted himself with most of the other demigods. it was far more intimidating than he anticipated and after how badly he did the night before on his first mission, percy had those doubts now planted within his mind. maybe it would be better to close himself off, or keep some space.. and then he got drunk and ended up in bed with one of them. nick, or so he thought... percy still wasn't entirely sure since he only heard his name once or twice in passing. 

"well," he looked over to the other demigod who was still wearing his underwear. "considering that i don't have a sharp pain in my ass and you're not naked... i would assume we just got drunk and fell asleep together." was he entirely sure of that? no, not entirely. he turned his focus away from nick once more, his backside bare for nick to look at as he found a pair of pants tossed by the door. "i'm percy, by the way. we haven't properly met yet."

⟣  ─  ˑ  〃  ۫  nick  stirs  at  the  rustling ,  the  noise  creeping  into  the fog of a sleeping  brain.  the  ache  in  his  head  is  immediate ,  sharp ,  like  someone ’ s  been  pounding  on  his  skull .  he  blinks ,  struggling  to  get  his  bearings ,  the  room  around  him  spinning  in  slow  motion .  too bright . the bed  too  soft ,  all of it too  unfamiliar .

he ’ s  shirtless ,  just  in  a  pair  of  tight  briefs ,  and  the  cool  air  bites  at  his  skin .  he ’ s  not  sure  how  he  ended  up  like  this .

the  guy  next  to  him ,  brown  hair  messy  and  eyes  half - open ,  is  scrambling  for  his  clothes .  nick  rubs  his  face ,  trying  to  shake  off  the  confusion . " what  the  hell . . . ? "  he  mutters  under  his  breath .  his  voice  is  hoarse ,  thick  with  the  remnants  of  whatever  had  him  so  messed  up  last  night .

" listen -- did  something . . .  happen  last  night ? "  the  words  come  out  slowly ,  his  gaze  flicking  between  percy  and  the  disheveled  state  of  the  room .  it ’ s  more  of  a  question  to  himself ,  a  hazy  realization  he  doesn ’ t  want  to  deal  with .  he  leans  back  against  the  pillows ,  the  headache  pressing  in  as  he  waits  for  an  answer  he ’ s  not  sure  he  wants .

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"now, i didn't know you were trying to claim my heart, samael carroll." percy's lips curled into a smile, he'd always been the type to be forward and wasn't afraid to make his move. he learned from a fairly young age that life was short and he didn't want to let himself be caught up with those pesky 'what if's' that kept some up at night. maybe there was a reason that both him and sammy had been chosen and their fates were intertwined, it was worth exploring. 

as the two made their way upstairs towards the bedrooms, sam's room was only a few away from his own. holding the others hand firmly, his eyes widened some as he looked around the room. "well, you've certainly got the flail for design, sammy." he took a step forward, it wasn't anything like his own room. lots of open space and a pool in the center of the room, unlike his room that was a chaotic collection of his own mess. "i'm honored to be the first one to see your bedroom." percy said with a grin, turning back to sam. 

samael was not unused to percy's tales, to the struggles he lived through, though some of them surprised him. he was not a complete stranger to hunger but he had never been that familiar with it, no. "no... i didn't." he replied, as casually as he could, "i'll make sure to get you the best food, then." he told himself he was still keeping his distance, and he tried really hard to act like it.

"i guess we'll see how it acts, now that i'm here." he said, "i don't know what it thinks i crave, to be honest. it's a lot for one room."

percy's words made him regard him more carefully, they were indeed alone, but he hadn't... at least not consciously invited him with second intentions. it looked as if he wanted that though, invited it even.

samael was only hesitant given their proximity, their overlapping studies. then again, maybe percy was just comfortable. "i don't mind skinny dipping," he said, pulling him along with a hand against his back, leading the way. "i'll give you a tour, then you can relax. there are grapes, if you feel like a bite."

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percy wasn't exactly the type who hid their emotions well, his face would always give away whatever he was feeling in that moment and right now he was staring daggers at his ex.. if you could even use that term, since matteo never seemed to acknowledge what it was that they were. instead of fighting or trying to make the relationship work, percy cut himself out of the equation. he wasn't going to try and force someone to make an effort to be with him. no, the son of apollo had far too much pride. 

"thank you." percy's tone was short, not really giving back to what matteo was trying to do right now. those were just some of the words he'd wanted to hear and yet it took matteo how long to say them? even after he cut things off, it was radio silence... and now the two of them had to live together. "yeah, my room is pretty much filled to the brim with them. i've already got a head start on them." 

Mateo may not have the best emotional intelligence, but he could tell when people where mad at him. So he had avoided Percy the best that he could for the first couple months, but now they live together and it was next to impossible. Moments like this would happen over and over again they were bound to bump into each other a lot more now.

"Maybe i didn't show but i did care about you Perc." The nickname rolled off his tongue as he looked at him. Maybe if had shown that more it wouldn't be so awkward right now. "bet you have a lot more books to eat up your time now shocked you just didn't take that back to where you are reading." He shrugged looking at him just leaning on the counter not noticing that Percy stepped back a bit. "you know us all of us are sore losers so they weren't the happiest but what can they do i won"

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although percy wasn't well acquianted with most of the other demigods, there were a few he knew before being chosen. him and sammy had been friends and colleagues, now both in the same field as wizards and then there was matteo... his ex boyfriend who the son of apollo had a rather strained relationship with in the moment. charlie was a sweetheart and it was nice knowing someone so kind was one of the fifteen chosen demigods, at least he'd be fun to be around.

as the two made their way back upstairs to the bedrooms, they found his bedroom that had a golden sun on the front of it with his name. opening the door, charlie could see his bedroom. bookshelves filled to the brim with books, stacks of books piled everywhere, a corner that was covered in curtains where his crystal ball and tarot cards were, and ceiling length windows that filled the entire room with sunlight. it was chaotic and yet organized, everything was exactly where percy intended it to be. 

There was truly only a handful of demigods that Charlie knew fairly well, Ezrah was by far the one he was closest to, then there was those that came to The Hearth and those he met on his backpacking trips, Percy fell into the latter category. He did enjoy the short amount of company he had with Percy and he was happy to see him chosen. There currently wasn't any demigod that Charlie had ill-will with. Charlie couldn't help but smile at Percy suddenly taking charge, his hand taken and being guided upstairs, the demigod gave a longing look to the open bottle of wine he left behind. As they walked up and into the courtyard, he looked around at all the door, still finding hard to believe the various worlds that laid beyond those doors, " Your room isn't far from my own yeah," He was still trying to remember the layout of the house, he could have swore it shifted on him once or twice.

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JONATHAN BAILEY as Fiyero Tigelaar, “Dancing Through Life”

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open to anyone setting the apollo bedroom, early morning

his adventures as a chosen demigod didn't start the way percy expected. he'd been ineffective and useless in combat. none of his attacks seemed to hit and that doubt was starting to seep into his mind, this wasn't what he thought it would be... hopefully it was just his nerves that would shake off once he got more used to all of this.

as the morning light shun through his thick curtains the following morning, percy woke up in his bed with a headache. when did he get here and where did his clothes end up? the last thing he remembered was after cleaning sewage shit off himself, the son of apollo grabbed a bottle of wine that he quickly emptied out. anything after that was a blur.

pulling his frame up and rubbing his eyes, it took percy a moment to realize someone was laying there with him. it must have been whoever joined him to wallow in his own self misery. "fuck.." he mumbled to himself, looking around for his clothes.

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"you've probably never had to dig through the garbage behind a restaurant to find a meal," percy said, though his voice was light when he said it. he wasn't particularly shy when it came to his own background or the traumatic shit he had experienced.

from what he knew, sammy was also going to be a wizard... so he knew the two of them would be spending hours together going over books and notes, hopefully even sharing spells with one another though there would be time for all of that. "from what i hear, it'll accommodate whatever you need. i crave organized chaos and well... it certainly gave that to me."

"i think i have one, but it's in one of my man boxes.. but i'm not opposed to skinny dipping." he finished the last of his sandwich, grabbing samael's hand. "why don't you show me now? we seem to be alone."

"that never made too much sense for me." he says, then shrugs, "i suppose food is a good way of bonding." charlie had proved that to him, again and again. he knew it was true sometimes, of drinking.

"i have some," he crinkled his nose, peering at the son of apollo. the chosen, now. "even for divination. not enough shelves, my room is..." not bad, just not conductive to studying it seemed. "well, it's no library."

where was he going to put all his notes? he'd figure it out. maybe ask some of the others for help.

"either way, books, yes. you should come by later and have a look." he wondered what he'd think of the heated pool.

head tilted, brows drawn together. "do you have a swimsuit?"

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Percy knew there were a few demigods he already knew, some of which he wasn't entirely happy about— namely Matteo, an ex of his who he never thought he'd have to see again... but that was something he'd have to get over while he was there. "Oh please, I'd never be able to make all that." he looked over to the meal that Charlie had been working on earlier that day.

"I'd never say no to some wine," Percy said with a grin. The two of them were alone, yes, so perhaps they could get better acquainted. "Well, why don't I show you?" he took the bottle of wine in one hand and took Charlie's free hand to guide him upstairs towards the courtyard where the rooms all faced each other, finding his room on the second floor.

" I have to say, I am very glad that I know so many of the demigods I am living with already, makes living with all of you way easier," He admitted, leaning forward to take a bite of Percy's sandwich, a lick of the lips as he leaned back, his hands resting on the counter as he took in Percy's creation, " A good sandwich, coming after my brand Perce?" He teased, a playful wink before pushing off the counter to get what he really came for, a drink. A glass and a bottle of red wine, pouring it up for himself, " Care for one? As well as a red pairs with a sandwich," He asked. Hearing that Percy thought he was the first one here, Charlie chuckled, " You think you beat the Demigod of The Home to their new home? Please," He did look around, knowing that he hadn't really seen another yet, " It does look like we have the house to ourselves right now," It was a bit suggestive but mostly playful, " What did you get? For your room?" He was curious how the rooms formed to each demigod.