#: riordanverse

[xoxochb]

“you don’t see the vision like I do. I think we should call off this engagement.”

“I’m seeing the vision!” percy protests, dramatically latching onto your cheeks with his palms. “I see it! with my two working eyes, I’m seeing it firsthand!”

you close your own eyes. “tell me what you see.”

“a big room. the basement. it’s empty. but then we add in, like, fifteen bookshelves and fill them up with all of your books. and! wait— we could add those string lights around the tops of them!”

you gasp and your eyes shoot open. “holy fucking shit! that’s genius, percy!”

“really—”

his question is cut short by your mouth over his. it’s an all-messy kiss; teeth clashing, noses bumping into each other, and lips barely even touching as you devour him.

you allow the almost uncomfortable kiss to linger for only seconds longer before you pull away. percy’s cheeks are flushed, tinted red, green eyes dilated.

his mouth opens to speak but closes quickly. but not before reopening again and then repeating the same process.

you make sure your pages are bookmarked before letting your novel slide from your lap as you sit up to cup percy’s like he had previously done to you.

you kiss his nose twice. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“I… can tell.”

you peck his nose again, though slipping your arms slowly around his shoulders as you move to straddle him. “come back to me, my love.”

percy inhales and takes ahold of your waist. “you’re making it hard to think, sweet girl.”

“hmm. quite unfortunate. anyways, I don’t want my books packaged. I want to bring them myself.”

“okay… okay that’s fine, you can do that.” his hands rub your skin soothingly. to soothe you or him he’s unsure of.

“thank you.” you plant a small kiss to his mouth, proper this time around. “I love you.”

“I…” percy chases your lips before you can entirely pull away. two kisses later he reciprocates, “I love you too.”

you repeat— kiss him again and again and again a third time just because you can.

“what’re we up to tomorrow?”

“what if we just stay in bed? all day?”

you consider. “maybe. we still have more planning to do though.”

percy sighs theatrically and kisses you again. four times. “or we could take a break from that.”

you fake gasp. “percy! that’s fine… it’s fine. if you don’t want to get married that’s okay.”

“that’s not—” he fumbles for words, ultimately ending up kissing your pouting lip. “I want— need to marry you. I would marry you right now if you let me.”

“no.”

“don’t complain then.” percy pinches your waist, attaching his mouth to yours simultaneously to stifle your small yelp.

you tug at his hair in response to this, but unsurprisingly he enjoys that far too much, displayed by the uncontrollable groan he lets out into your mouth.

you break apart quickly. “stop. no more of this nonsense. I have to get back to my book, you’re distracting me.”

“I’m not— wait— no— this should be a fifty-fifty decision.”

in your attempt to climb off his lap, percy tightly latches onto your waist and looks at you with a gaze showing that he almost physically needs your lips back against his.

“elaborate?”

“you’ve been reading all day. I miss you.”

you sigh slowly. “and what do I get if I put my book down for the remainder of the night?”

“the best sex of your life.”

it takes everything in you not to burst out laughing. “and to you, this is a fair deal…?”

“yes. I wash your hands you wash mine.” he pauses for a second. “wait— that’s wrong… what’s that saying… that one about you do something and I do something…”

you furrow your brows. “I have no fucking clue. you’re just babbling nonsense.”

“well you know what I mean.”

unfortunately, you do.

you nod and shrug.

“so is this an agreement to my proposition?”

you consider. and think.

“you have yourself a deal!”

[kandii000]

New book new book new book

[laursdomain]

Helloo I very love your work on the lastest Percy! Thank you so much for writing them🫶🏻

I also would like to request Percy x reader as well. Where Percy and Annabeth went down to tartarus. But it will be Percy and reader instead. Where reader decided to let their hand go, so Percy will be ok. That make Percy go wild to find reader.

Thank youu✨

i'll find you

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

genre: angst

synopsis: Monsters are more deadly and powerful in Europe. You learned that the hard way. Now, you and your boyfriend found yourself in a predicament you wished you weren’t in. Knowing how stubborn and loyal Percy Jackson is, you make a decision for him. A decision that leads to him raging against everyone and everything. 

warnings: angst, protective!percy, piper is a brat, annabeth is still on quest, physical altercation, established realtionship

w/c: 1.9k

ྀིpercy jackson masterlist

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You were in quite a predicament. Your wrist surely had a red mark from how tight Percy was gripping your wrist. His own hand remained firm around the rocky terrain that led to Tartarus. You knew his hand would start slipping soon, and there was no way for Percy to find purchase on the son of Hades’ extended hand.

“You have to meet us on the other side of the door!” Percy shouted up to Nico, implying you both would free-fall into Tartarus.

You had no choice but to fall into Tartarus. You accepted your fate the moment you were pushed, a result of the deadly monster you faced minutes ago. But, you were not going to let Percy go with you. He’s Percy Jackson, the Son of Poseidon, for gods sake. Could he survive Tartarus? You had no doubt that he could. You couldn’t let him come with you in good conscience, even if it reduced your odds of surviving. 

“Are you crazy?” Nico’s voice is firm, and you realize it’s the same tone Hades uses. Like father, like son.

“We don’t have a choice,” Percy grits out, starting to lose purchase. He was running out of time, and he was running out of it quick. 

“Percy,” you grab his attention, taking in his beautiful sea-green eyes. “Let me go.”

“Over my dead body,” his words hold truth, he’d rather do anything else than let go of the love of his life. 

“Percy, we have no idea where we’re going.” Nico points out, communicating between the remaining demigods and the two of you. Nico was the only one who could withstand the force of Tartarus, maybe it was a child of Hades thing.

“You have Jason, trust him.” Percy’s fingers start slipping on his ledge, and he realizes he only has about a minute, two if he’s lucky, before he falls. With you.

Decisions swirled in your mind as the conversation above you is drowned out. You were stuck—do you let your boyfriend fall with you or do you betray him in order to keep him safe? He’d forgive you for the latter, wouldn’t he? 

You may regret this decision, but you act on pure impulse in the next ten seconds. You take your free hand, reaching up as you latch onto his hand. Percy thinks you are just finding more purchase on his hand, not thinking much of it. He couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Percy,” you get his attention again. He turns to you, meeting your eyes. He could tell you were absolutely terrified, and all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and keep you safe. Before he can say a word, you continue. “I love you.”

He smiles, one full of absolute love and adoration. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

When he turns his head back to Nico, you take your chance. You meet Nico’s gaze, mouthing to him. Take care of him. Nico becomes acutely aware of what you’re about to do, and before he can warn Percy—to try and stop you, you beat him to it. Your hand pries Percy’s relenting fingers off your wrist, watching as Percy whips his head back to you, eyes widening. Before he can fight against your fingers, you pry the last finger from your wrist, free falling into Tartarus.

You can hear Percy scream your name, but it soon becomes a distant echo before you’re surrounded in darkness.

Percy wants to jump after you. In fact, he nearly succeeded in doing so before Nico pulls him out of it.

“Percy!” The son of Hades’ voice comes from above, “grab my hand!”

“I have to go after her!” Percy shouts, rage filling his body.

An empathetic look overtakes Nico’s features, “even if you do, you won’t land with her. Tartarus is weird like that—you always enter somewhere different. You could land on the opposite side of the realm, and your efforts would’ve been useless.”

“Useless?” Percy spits out, “she’s down there alone, and you want me to not do anything?”

“She’s stronger than you think, she can survive. She will survive. We’ll meet her on the other side of the doors, you have to trust me. No, you have to trust her.” 

Percy grits his teeth, knowing Nico had a point. Every bone in his body screamed for him to go after you, but he relents. He listens to Nico, straining his free hand up as he gets pulled up. He misses the feeling of your wrist under his hand, he misses you. He felt as if his soul has been ripped in half, and he longed for your presence, your voice, your touch—your everything.

Percy didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t like not sharing his bed on the Argo II with you. He didn’t like the way everyone else had a pitiful look on their faces, yet not saying a word about you. Every second that ticked by made him regret not falling after you. 

Percy walks into their make-shift dining room, watching as everyone’s heads turn in his direction. “What’s the plan?”

“What?” Piper asked, raising a brow at Percy.

“What’s. The. Plan.” He reiterates his words, watching the gears turn in Nico’s head.

“We need to find the doors of death, that’s the plan.” Nico explained, falling short on where the doors actually were. He knew they were in Rome, but that was it. He was hoping his friends could fill in the blanks, but they all remained silent. 

“Where are they?” Percy’s questions are short and snappy, not caring for mannerisms. He didn’t care about anything until he had you in his arms again.

“I was hoping someone had an idea,” Nico glares at the remaining members, noticing the way their demeanor has changed since Percy walked in. 

Jason had his gaze firmly locked onto his food. Leo nervously fiddled with his screwdriver, oil smudging his fingertips. Hazel nervously fidgeted as well, accidentally summoning a couple of jewels in the process. Piper had a bored expression on her face, gaze locked onto Jason. Frank had his usual worry line creasing in-between his brows, not sure of the answer himself. Annabeth was the only one who seemed to be thinking. 

“We’ll find her, Percy.” Annabeth’s words hold truth, trying to reassure her best friend. “They’re in Rome, you’re right Nico. The doors appear in a different place every time, according to myth. Although, they typically appear in a place that is mythologically important.”

“How much does that narrow it down?” Percy asks, hopeful.

“Not a lot,” she winces, also upset by the outcome. “I’ll keep researching.”

Percy nods, accepting her answer. His eyes fall on the rest of his friends, taking in their expressions as well. He could tell Leo and Hazel were upset, but weren’t sure how to console him. He didn’t want consoling, anyways. He couldn’t tell what was going on inside of Piper and Jason’s mind, but he didn’t like the way he couldn’t tell if they were concerned for your well-being or not. You were a member of the team and they looked like they didn’t care. Aside from Annabeth and Nico, Frank was the only one who seemed to be brainstorming. 

“What if it’s in a spot that it hasn’t been in before?” Frank questions, directing his question to Annabeth.

She nods, analyzing the possibility. “I can see if that narrows it down, but it doesn’t say anywhere in myth if that’s true. Actually, there’s practically nothing about the doors in myth. Let’s take that route, it’s our best shot right now.”

“Annabeth, keep brainstorming and try to narrow down the list as much as possible. Frank—help her, you seem to have an idea on Roman mythologies. Leo, make sure Festus and the Argo stay up, get us to Rome as quickly as possible. Hazel and Nico, try to figure out anything you know about Tartarus from Hades.” Orders fly out of Percy’s mouth, using his leader role to his advantage. He refused to sit by and do nothing while you survive in Tartarus, he will find you.

The five demigods nod in understanding, leaving the table to get to work. Percy’s gaze falls onto Piper and Jason, their expressions neutral. Jason could feel Percy’s gaze on him, and reluctantly—he meets it. 

Percy cocks a brow at Jason, “are you not worried at all?”

“What?” The question takes Jason aback, appalled he would ask that.

Percy steps closer to the two, “are you not worried that Y/N is in Tartarus all alone? That she could possibly die and our efforts to close the doors was a fail? That our entire quest was a fail?”

“I am worried about her,” Jason levels his gaze with Percy’s, instantly able to tell Percy was upset.

“Then why do both of you look like you don’t care?” Percy snaps, bracing his hands on the table, not caring how rude he sounded.

“I care,” Jason repeats. “I just—I never know how to deal with these type of things.”

“These type of things? I’m not asking you to feel sorry for me, Grace. I’m asking you to be the soldier you’ve been trained to be since birth and help me find my girlfriend. I don’t think I’m asking for a lot—unless you think otherwise.”

Jason understands what Percy is getting at, relieved he doesn’t have to figure out how to be empathetic about the situation. “I have a vast knowledge of Roman mythologies, I will go help Frank and Annabeth.”

Percy nods, eyes following Jason as he walks out of the room, heading in the direction of the room Annabeth and Frank went into. Piper stands, presumably to go follow Jason. Percy intercepts her, forcing her to stop.

“What?” She questions, folding her arms over her chest.

“For a daughter of Aphrodite, you seem to not care.”

“She fell in on her own,” Piper retorted, watching the way Percy clenches his jaw.

“She chose to fall in on her own. It was supposed to be both of us, but for some reason, she wanted me to stay.”

“You two would’ve never been in that mess if she wasn’t clumsy.”

Piper doesn’t see Percy’s fist coming. Percy knows he shouldn’t hit a girl, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it when it comes to you. He’ll always defend your name and actions, especially when you can’t defend it yourself. His fist connects with Piper’s jaw, hearing a crack as she stumbles back. She clutches her jaw, though there’s no blood. She’ll have a nasty bruise and soreness, but that’s about it. The situation Percy found himself in left his anger uncontrollable.

Piper curses under her breath, “are you crazy?”

“If it were Jason, you would be acting the same way as me. Now, stop acting like a pompous brat and help us find the doors so we can get her out of there.”

“Is that a request?” She tilts her head at the son of Poseidon, challenging him.

“No. It’s an order. I was elected leader, so you do as I say. Now go.” 

Piper has a remark on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it. She turns on her heel, stomping away. Percy’s not sure where she goes—nor does he care. His mind falls back to your falling frame, the last image he has of you. He prays to every god he can think of, major and minor, that you are safe and okay. He’ll find you, even if it’s the last thing he does. Not even Thanatos can stop him from getting to you.

Percy Jackson will kill anything that stands in his way of finding his way back to you.

You will destroy everything that crosses you in Tartarus—even Tartarus himself—until you find your way back to Percy.

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[autistic-someone]

"Persassy"

Fandom when Percy is rude: "Oh Persassy! He's so funny!"

Fandom when Annabeth is rude: "She's a hateful, abusive, toxic bitch!"

The hypocrisy is getting WILD and DISGUSTING!

[aroaceleovaldez]

i love that one of Magnus' powers is seemingly just "can magically detect the correct pronouns" because a.) this implies one of his healing powers is Proper Bedside Manner and b.) all i can imagine is him having like one billion instances of unconsciously using not very apparently pronoun sets for people without asking their pronouns and while he doesn't notice, Alex is just beside him making an eyes emoji face or pogging.

[its-all-clouds-in-this-noggin]

Apollo watches hour long YouTube video essays, he also tried to make them but ends up being distracted and is currently editing down 250 hours of footage on a video about the history of folk medicine and it's continued use in our modern day society.

[alnair-jpg]

Mermay continues in the murky dark depths of the ocean

[just-some-feels]

I know that "Nico is a cinnamon roll" is a terrible flanderization, but I also think we should talk more about how "Nico is a cold-blooded sociopathic murderer" on PJOblr is also a flanderization which is just as bad.

His morality is a lot more complex than that

He did have qualms over 'killing' Octavian:

He's basically projecting his guilt onto Will's lack of interaction here

He has some restraint and hesitation when it comes to killing other demigods:

Oh, I hate how this fandom can't understand complexity or nuance...

[xoxochb]

“you are such an ass!”

“all I heard was that I have a nice ass. thanks, by the way, so do you.”

“pervert.”

“in love.”

“deranged.”

“smitten.”

“get over here.”

without another warning, you slip your arms around percy’s shoulders, pulling his head to rest down on your own shoulder. his arms, still damp from the sea, encircle your waist absentmindedly.

“swim with me.”

you had. and it wasn’t swimming, more-so, percy just wants to kiss you beneath the water over and over until you can’t breathe.

or splash you. he takes turns between the two.

percy begins to press kisses to any skin he can find, your shoulder, your neck, your clavicle, your jaw, behind your ear… anything.

you tangle a hand into his wet hair, twirling strands around your fingers.

“stay here.”

he whines like a child. “I want to swim with you. not… tan and drink lemonade.”

“we’ve been swimming all morning.”

“I know. but I like when you swim with me.”

his lips trail over a sensitive portion of your neck and it takes everything in you know to moan at the action alone. but, gods, you’d almost done so as you watched him step out of the water, a plethora of droplets cascading down his tanned and perfectly sculpted body in arrays.

and now it’s glued against you, his body, like two puzzles pieces made to connect.

“percy.” you tug lightly on a strand.

you feel his smile against your shoulder where he’s resting. “mhmm, my sweet girl.”

“do you really want me to swim with you?”

his head swiftly lifts up, sparkly green eyes and the widest grin ever. “will you?”

you sigh and think about it for a moment before responding. “I suppose I could for a little bit.”

“have I told you,” he begins, pecking your lips three times. “that I love you?”

“everyday.” you kiss him again. “at least fifteen times.”

another kiss and another after that. “you count?”

“it’s called an estimate, perseus.”

“just say you love me back.”

you laugh and connect your lips back with percy’s, murmuring an ‘I love you’ in between each of them.

“if—” kiss. “you love me—” kiss. “so much—” three kisses. “then come swim.”

“stop—” your sentence is cut by percy’s mouth over yours again. “stop kissing me first.”

“say please.” he smirks against your lips.

your poor bikini bottoms…

“please.”

“since you asked so nicely...”

percy sits up to your dismay. you don’t want to swim, not really. you wish he’d keep kissing you. but odds are you’d get more once underneath the water.

so fine… you will swim with him…

[the-camp-half-blood-library]

Hello! Could you suggest some shortish fics for a variety of ships? I'm trying to get to know the characters better, so some that focus more on characterization than relationships if possible.

Hey there! We've found a bunch of shorter fics for you -- ten, to be exact. Each fic will have the character or characters it focuses on in small brackets (placed after the title) to make your searching easier. Enjoy!

one day at a time [Everyone in HOO] by KlyssaCarrie

Estelle's people aren't alright. But it doesn't really register until she sees it. *** (basically a lot of microdoses on how traumatised everyone in the riordanverse is)

sea salt in my veins (dive into the mediterranean) [Percy] by Anonymous

What it means to be a child of the sea. "No one ever taught him how to swim. Not that he remembers. The waves in the shores by Montauk and the chlorine water of the pool alike had cradled him with fluid limbs since he was young. Percy does not even know how to drown, though he does not realize the significance of this until he is older."

Find A Way To Say That You Know Me [Will and Nico] by pickingupthepieces

“She would have been 18 today.” “How do you feel?” Nico sighs. --- Nico is opening up to Will more after Tartarus. Thinking about Bianca feels different now that he's older.

come down to the dead sea (suffer with me) [Percy] by Anonymous

Percy Jackson and survivor's guilt (aka what it means to learn death via war). "Death becomes a familiar dance. A repetitive ritual, a haunting rhythm. Where he goes, it follows. Grief whittles him down, till his bones feel like hollow reeds. Cattail swaying in a lake. He feels he will collapse into a swampy pool. He tastes salt and swims in a bog of it and it manages to burn his insides." 

year round [Leo and Jason] by planetundersiege

At the last day of summer, they watch almost everyone go back to their families. And it feels strange, not having a family to go back to as well. Neither Jason or Leo had a home to return to.

memento mori [Hazel, Leo, Jason, Frank] by @leovaldezdefender

A series of 4 interviews with 4 different demigods, all asked the same question. "What do you remember of your death?"

Goodbye, My Childhood (Friend) [Luke and Annabeth] by @vicwritesfic

Annabeth Chase grieves and accepts the death of Luke Castellan through a letter, written by him, delivered by Hermes. Grief is fickle, as is all else; subject to change, subject to time.

Innocence Died Screaming [Nico] by @runsonmatcha

The Underworld glowed. The home of the dead was vast and terrifying. But, more importantly, it was a home. Therefore, there were echoes of chatter, there was slang and tradition, spirits bustling back and forth. Oh gosh, it sparkled. Nico wished he’d seen it when he was eleven.

where i'm set alight and i blink in sight of your blinding light [Percy and Annabeth] by rosalba15

Percy wears a cheap blue suit bought from a thrift shop for his wedding, and secretly hates it. It’s not that he’s unhappy, because he really isn’t, it’s just that he hoped for something more. It feels like the worst thing to think, and he mentally slaps himself, but still can’t help it. The kid in him wanted a big party and pretty clothes and good food, and a small part of the boy who just turned eighteen he is now wishes the same. Or: Percy and Annabeth get married, and everything is fine, sort of.

stone-still statues [Sally Jackson] by KlyssaCarrie

Sally has killed a man. She doesn't regret it.

We hope these fics are what you're looking for! Don't forget to leave kudos and a comment, and happy reading!

-Mod 2

[thatchmanger]

If uncle Rick didn’t want us shipping Thalia and Reyna together then why did he make their first scene together so sapphic?

cant even begin to explain the things this did to me in middle school

[silentghostboy]

Time for lunch at CHB

[coirinthyurilo]

Headcanon the same situation with Nico and Percy and the "If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of Wisdom.."

Was the same with Will and Annabeth probably.

Will: "If Percy's father is Poseidon. The God of the seas. Then why did he blow up the volcano?"

Annabeth:

Will:

Annabeth: *already pulling out her dagger*

[aroaceleovaldez]

Just a quick reminder, since I occasionally see people miss it - In TOA, Laurel and Holly Victor get directly compared to African nymphs by Apollo. This implies they're of North African descent (given that's where Lake Tritonis was said to be)!

^ Quote from The Hidden Oracle.

[its-all-clouds-in-this-noggin]

Chanelling my older sibling grievances through Artemis here.

They have to go do a scheduled eclipse today which Artemis wants to get over and done with but Apollo is happy to dilly dally a bit.

Apollo's defence 'The vibe is good, my audience beyond the 4th wall deserves a wink, you should slow down and smell the flowers lest you develop brow wrinkles at 12 younger sister'

Artemis's response 'Ult activated, Arrow Rain'

(I tried really hard to draw a ye oldy lyre made w turtle shells but alas I do not know enough about instruments to do it justice ;a;)