#Andromeda Island

[landofanimes]

- What happened to your apprentices? - Aren't you here to kill me? - You sent them away then. You failed to show yourself despite being summoned again and again. The Grandmaster is displeased.

[thelikesoffinn]

We all have a note on our phone where we jot down anything we need to know about our visual novel and game oc's, right?

Right!?

No?

Yeah, no, me neither. Who would do that.

...

👀

[fiendsandfangs]

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[und8e2ff]

Saint Seiya Fun Fact:

Did you know Shun's only opponent to call him by his name is Ikki in the Galaxian Wars arc? Every other opponent Shun has fought exclusively calls him Andromeda.

there is a lot of misogyny being directed at this 13yo little boy

[starlit-eudemonia]

There needs to be regulation of the ‘Killmonger’ haircut; only 1 gaming dev can use it per year around the world.

[davidstanleytravel]

Giant crinum (Crinum asiaticum), a member of the amaryllis family, grows in the Andromeda Botanic Gardens, Bathsheba, Barbados. The young bulbs that will drop, root and develop into plants.

[science-lings]

Is sonia on that island with the old Master Sword?

Probably not, she doesn't really have much of a connection to it. That and getting the master sword is usually a solitary affair, sometimes there's the great deku tree but most of the time it's in an empty grove so the only person to witness the pulling of it is some companion, in this case, dragon Link.

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Daughter of the Sea

A note about this chapter--- I have been writing this fic for a very long time. When I started writing it, the show had not come out yet. Because of that, you'll notice I use the book descriptions of all the characters. That being said, I want to make something very clear: Leah Sava Jeffries IS Annabeth Chase and she always will be. She is not only beautiful, but radiates the raw power, strength, intelligence, and cunning that we love about our Wise Girl. Rick chose her for a reason, and she is my Annabeth. My choice to write with book descriptions and not TV descriptions has nothing to do with her. Thank you for understanding <3

Chapter Six: My First Dream (Read on AO3 here)

Most days, my training went like this: Cadence training me with throwing knives, climbing the lava rock wall (I could usually make it to the top without being burned, and even if I was, apparently Poseidon kids are resistant to fire, which was a plus), taking monster-fighting and Greek history classes, and practicing sword drills with our strange sword instructor, Quintus. Every few days Chrion would take me down to the beach, or the lake, or the creek, and teach me how to use and control the abilities given to me by my father. Most of the time, he just ended up drenched, but he always told me I was “doing a good job” and that I had to “remain patient.” 

Whenever I asked if Percy had a hard time learning to control his powers, the centaur simply told me to not compare myself to my brother. That was a pretty hard thing to do, though, since he seemed to be the best Halfblood at camp, maybe even the best in the last few centuries, according to the way people spoke about him. It was clear that everyone was nervous for whatever battle might be coming, but at the same time, most people seemed to have unwavering faith that if Percy was involved, they had nothing to fear. And if it was Percy and Annabeth, whoever that was, everything would be okay. 

I was just coming back from one of those training sessions with Chiron when two girls came running up to him, their faces painted with worry. One I recognized as Clarisse, head counselor of the Ares Cabin, all decked out in battle gear and holding her electric spear. The other was a beautiful girl I knew as Silena, head of the Aphrodite Cabin. 

“Annabeth is back.” Clarisse said, although I could tell by the sound of her voice it wasn’t the good news it should be. 

“And the rest of her companions?” 

They both shook their heads, and the centaur took off without another word. 

By the time I had caught up to Chiron, he was standing at the bottom of the hill in front of the Big House, talking to a beautiful blonde girl with gray eyes. And from how red and puffy they were, I guessed she had been crying. I assumed she was Annabeth, and a pit formed in my stomach. 

“--so loud, and then everything started shaking and I ran for my life. I was back in the Labyrinth, and by the time I turned around to go back for him, the tunnel entrance had collapsed. I tried for hours to clear a path, but it was no use. I didn’t know what else to do so I…” she started to get choked up again, “I came back home.” 

“You did the right thing, my dear.” Chiron placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. “Percy is a capable hero, if he is able, he will find his way back.” 

“What do I do now?” A small crowd was beginning to form around the pair, and the centaur looked around nervously. 

“For now, we wait. Wait for his return, and whatever happens, we go from there.” 

Annabeth nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. 

“But for tonight, you need rest.” She nodded again, and I just then noticed how horrible she looked. I mean, she was obviously pretty, but she looked like she had spent the last week and a half sleeping on the ground. She had twigs and leaves stuck in her hair, her fingernails were short and caked with blood, and there was dirt smeared on every bit of exposed skin. Gently, another camper with gray eyes put their arm around her and guided her back towards the cabins. As soon as the confused crowd had dispersed, Chiron turned back to me. 

“I think it best we give Annabeth some time before introducing you two.” He spoke as if a million other things were running through his mind at that moment. 

“What happened to Percy?” 

The centaur sighed. “Annabeth and Percy were sent by Hephastus to fix a problem in one of his forges. When they got there, the trouble was bigger than they previously thought, so Percy sent Annabeth away to deal with something else. He chose to face the biggest threat alone, due to his abilities and skills. Next thing she knew, Mt. St. Helens had its biggest eruption in decades, and she couldn’t get back to Percy. For the moment, he is lost.” 

I stared at him in shock. 

“Are you saying he…my brother…caused a volcano to erupt?” 

Chiron nodded. 

“Is that something I can do, too?” 

The centaur shook his head, looking defeated. 

“It’s something you should never do, and something I’m sure Percy did by accident. I shudder to think of the consequences this will have.” I could see by the look on his face that this was not a time to joke. 

“He’ll be alright though, won’t he?” 

Chiron met my eyes, and his expression was sad. “We can only hope, my dear. We can only hope.” 

And with that, he climbed the hill to the Big House, leaving me on the lawn. 

The dreams started that night. 

I opened my eyes to a bright blue sky dappled with white clouds, birds flying over my head. I could feel tropical breezes blowing past and hear the crashing of waves, and sitting up, I saw a sight ten times more beautiful than I had imagined. Stretching out as far as I could see was a gorgeous lake with yellow sand. It looked like an ocean, it was so big, but something inside me told me that it was fresh water, not salt. A new party trick from my dad, I guessed. 

I looked behind me and saw tiered gardens going all the way up a hill, a grove of impressive cedar trees, a lush meadow, and at the top, a large cave. There were all manner of beautiful flowers and trees growing on the hill, and the scent drifting down was intoxicating. The whole thing looked like something you would see on a postcard with “wish you were here!” scribbled onto the back. 

I stood up and immediately could tell something was wrong. All of a sudden, the sun hitting my skin was too bright and every inch of me started to burn. It started as a tingling, then moved to a dull pain, and then a searing, as if white-hot flames were engulfing my body. I tried to scream, but no sound came out, and so I did the one thing I could think of—I ran into the water. I ran until I was up to my neck, and as soon as I did, the pain vanished. I stood there trembling, wondering where the pain had come from, when I saw movement on the beach. 

About a hundred yards away from me, a girl about my age was walking down the hill towards a shape on the sand. She was gorgeous, with a simple, greek-style white dress and her caramel-colored hair in braids laced with gold. Even from so far away, she radiated beauty and goodness. I strained my eyes and tried to see what she was walking towards, but it wasn't until she bent down over the figure that I realized what it was—

A body. 

I felt a jolt up my spine and a gasp escaped my lips. Don’t ask me how, but I knew immediately that it was Percy. Even from this far I could see a mop of dark-brown hair, the same shade as mine, and I could see how tattered his clothes were. He looked like someone who had just got blown out of a volcano, which, apparently he had. I had no idea how he could have survived, or made it here, or where here even was, but I was sure of one thing: my brother was alive, and he was safe. At least for now. 

The girl was just about to place her hand on his forehead when she stopped and slowly turned her head around. She seemed to be searching for something, and in a terrifying instant I realized she was searching for me, like somehow she knew I was there. 

Her eyes were just about to land on me when I woke up. 

I ran as fast as I could to the Big House. I had no idea what time it was, but it was light out and I saw a few of the Apollo kids already up and starting their day, but not many other people were milling about yet. I didn’t even know where to find Chiron, since it was so early, so I just went to the main room where most important meetings happened, the same place I popped out of the fireplace. 

I swung open the door and was surprised to find it already occupied. 

There, sitting in his wheelchair so that he looked like a mortal, was Chiron, with a very tired Annabeth sitting on the couch across from him. As soon as the door opened, they both looked at me. 

“Percy is alive.” There was probably a better way to say that, but it was too early to think. 

“Who are you?” The gray-eyed girl looked like she was about to slice me open with the knife strapped to her belt. 

“Annabeth, this is Angie. She is, umm, Percy’s sister.” Chiron’s voice was tired, as if he hadn’t slept well, either. 

Annabeth's mouth fell open in shock. 

“His what?” 

“She arrived at Camp a few weeks ago, two days after you went into the Labyrinth.” He told her about my arrival, and about what Hestia had revealed to us. He didn't once stop to ask if I wanted her to know my life story, but he must've thought she needed to know. 

“Percy is going to freak out.” Was all she said after a long silence. 

“What is it you need to say, Miss Jackson?” Annabeth flinched a bit at my last name. 

“Oh, right. I had a dream.” They both perked up. 

“Go on.” 

I told them what I had seen, about the island and the girl and Percy lying on the beach. I saw the briefest hint of recognition flash across Chiron’s face, but he kept his mouth shut. Annabeth looked very confused. 

“I don’t understand any of this.” 

“Neither do I.” I admitted to her. “But I just have this feeling…I know he’s alive.” 

Annabeth looked at me questioningly, as if she wasn’t sure what to think of me yet, but didn’t say anything else. I stood there awkwardly until Chiron cleared his throat. 

“Thank you for telling us this, Angie. If you get any more of these dreams, please let me know. But for now, Annabeth and I have more to discuss.” 

“Oh, yeah, right. Sorry about that. I’ll leave you to it.” 

The last thing I heard as I closed the door behind was Annbaeth’s voice, and it sounded like she was fighting back tears, 

“She looks just like him.”

[tullythepeach]

museum progress (ft marshal)

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 12

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Present

"is that a ferry?" I ask, the hippocampus got closer and we saw something that said "Princess Andromeda", and the figurehead is a wooden woman tied to it

Princess Andromeda... Who?

Ah..

The wife of Perseus son of Zeus, she was to be sacrificed to Poseidon but Perseus saved her

How weird of her to have a ship, you personally, certainly won't step foot into the ocean after you were about to be sacrificed to it

A middle aged man scolds his three kids for jumping in the pool and points at a sign, a dog that looks somewhat human that looks like it belongs in the deepest pits of hell is in line for the buffet

You freeze up, is that an empousa?? A monster playing poker with a mortal human?

You look around and see variations of monsters and humans, seemingly happy in the cruise

What is this? Monster human united nations?

Don't get me wrong, you're not racist, it's just that monsters typically eat humans, so it's okay that you find it weird that a snake haired monster with poison blood is gambling with Jeff

(not Medusa, but gorgons)

"Is this a trap? A knockoff Lotus Hotel & Casino?" Percy scoffs

Annabeth holds your hand in a tight grip "Could be... But we don't know what it does, no one eat anything here"

"Lotus Hotel...?" You ask

Percy looks at you "Yeah... It's some magic hotel where time passes really slowly, like so slow, it's different for everyone, I met a guy there from the 70's and when I asked he said he'd only been there for two days, we felt we were only there for a couple of hours but it's actually been five days"

Oh shit.

"is... Is this hotel in Vegas?" You look nervous, Annabeth furrowed her brows "Yes, have you encountered it? It's dangerous and normal people wouldn't know how to get out"

"oh fuck... I may have been, no definitely, I should be older than I am right now, when my family and I were on a mi- vacation, I went inside this hotel, I was only there for like 20 minutes but they claimed I was gone for two years... I- holy shit. I was stuck in a hotel for two years" you exclaim

"how did you not know that was a trap? Have you not read the Odyssey? The lotus island and the lotus eaters?? I thought you were a fan of Greek mythology?" Annabeth asked

You roll your eyes "Well I'm sorry I didn't think a hotel was going to be related to a magical lotus island"

Tyson's face got sad "that scary... How you got out?"

"I don't know... All I remember was a pageant in the hotel, it was an event and- Oh." You stop

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Past

"Wow... This place is actually kind of nice" you look around the glistening chandeliers and observe the clamoring people

A servant smiles at you, seemingly ignoring your vigilante costume "Would you like a lotus flower? They're complementary"

It won't hurt you to take one right?

So you did.

"hey.. um where's the way out?" You ask

The smile on the servant's face doesn't drop "Miss it's so late out at night, you should return to your room"

"but I don't have a room-" you feel a key card in your pocket, you did have a room

So you go there, you enter the gigantic room, it was like for royalty, the sheets were so silky, the pillows were so soft, you opened the cabinet to find a set of clothes

Your suit is beginning to feel itchy anyways, you take a shower and put on the clothes, you find on the night stand a platinum card

What were you here for again?

You get out of the room, you hear people laughing

"you should go down there young lady! There is a pageant! There is this beautiful maiden, more beautiful compared to the others!" A man says, he was wearing clothing so old fashioned you'd thought he was from the regency era

Well, a pageant sounds fun!

In the hotel ballroom people were staring... Not at the contestants, well, yes the contestants, but one, one special lady

"Good evening LA!" She laughs

How captivating... , you think

She turns and sees you, she stops smiling "(Name)? What? What are you doing here?"

Did she just call you?

Oh gosh she just said your name!

"you're not supposed to be here!" She floats, yup floats and you're shocked, she grabs your hand and she walks you to the entrance of the hotel, the servants who were eager to help everyone was avoiding her gaze and now staying far from you

At the entrance she gestures you get out of the hotel, so you did

A bunch of guys approach you, you don't know who they are

A few minutes pass by

"guys what happened to the mission?" You ask

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Annabeth: why didn't you know the hotel was magic?

You: idk maybe because in the book it was an island?!

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[eli-tells-stories]

I had to take it out on the tags, proceed below to see what I look forward to in PJO S2 the most, written in the least hinged way possible 🥴😭💙🧡 thank you for your time 🤝

Start of Production Tease | Percy Jackson and the Olympians | Disney+

Official first look at the second season of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, based on The Sea of Monsters.

[nico-di-angelic]

WE’RE GONNA GET

-TYSON

-GROVER IN A WEDDING DRESS

-THALIA

-CIRCE’S ISLAND (GUINEA PIG PERCY)

-THE PRINCESS ANDROMEDA

-THE SIREN SCENE

+ SO MUCH MORE IM SO EXCITED

[glow-worms-are-believers]

An audience with queen Nubia (dp x dc)

Nubia sighed as she rose from her desk, massaging her nose bridge. Today was the day Themyscira would receive the dignitaries, exceptionally allowing men to step onto Paradise Island. Or rather, part of it. Nubia had done the diplomatic tour of the Patriarch’s World when she had first been made Queen, and it was now time to pay respects and meet with their older allies and compatriots.

“My Queen,” her newest attendant said. “They have arrived.”

“My thanks, Andromeda,” Nubia answered. “I will be out shortly.”

Andromeda nodded and stepped out, leaving Nubia to the privacy of her chambers. She quickly put on her ceremonial armor, well-used to the motions before she put on her laurel crown.

As she stepped outside, she was soon flanked by two of her warriors, also wearing their ceremonial armor. They arrived to the Agora shortly, and Nubia walked up towards the small group that had been lead there already.

The King was younger than Nubia had thought he would be, but then again, age was practically meaningless to those who hailed from the Realms.

“Queen Nubia,” he started with a deferential nod. “I and my friends thank you for your hospitality.”

Nubia bowed her head in return. “You do us a great honor in traveling away from your land, King Phantom.”

The child-king smiled, his canines peaking through, as he replied, “The honor is ours.”

[cobrakaisb]

end of beginning

summary: you’re back at camp half-blood after spending months on the princess andromeda and all you feel is the haunting of luke’s presence

featuring: SPOILERS for BOTL and TLO!!!, brief spoilers for the outsiders (just mentions of a quote from the book), 3+1, multi-pov: reader, luke, and percy, angst and only angst (i cried a little while writing)

word count: 2.4k

author’s note:guys, the end is near. there’s one blurb, and then the post heroes of olympus fic. so crazyyyyyy

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connor and travis stoll

the hustle and bustle of the city was a nice contrast from the stifling loneliness at camp half-blood. most people wouldn’t describe the hidden oasis buried between the forest and long island sound that way. they’d talk about the camaraderie between cabins, or the sense of family within their own. maybe they’d emphasize the humidity, and the temperature controlled barrier which prevented major storms or severe weather. then again people like clarisse and annabeth, those with a warrior mindset, wouldn’t feel the cloak of loneliness as they’re too busy with clashing swords and grunts of pain characteristic only to the training arena. 

none of those things, however, were pertinent to you. so, when connor and travis invited you to the farmer’s market to sell the overflow of camp strawberries, you jumped at the chance to escape. 

“i can’t believe we made it here in one piece,” connor exclaims, closing the door to the van once it's in park. 

“hey! i needed to practice my driving at some point,” travis defends, meeting you and connor at the back doors. 

while the boys argue back and forth about who’s the better driver — you or travis — you start unloading the cartons of strawberries. the farmers market is already starting to get busy. between other vendors setting up their booths and the diehard organic hippies already perusing the options, it seems like today will be an eventful day. 

and you were right. 

your eyes catch on someone lurking a couple booths over from yours. the guy is tall and wearing a leather jacket, so he sticks out like a sore thumb while sifting through the oranges in front of him. you squint in his direction. he looks vaguely familiar but you can’t place it. he must feel someone staring, because he turns to face you. you gasp at the sight of him, dropping the small carton of strawberries in your hand. 

“you okay?” connor asks, approaching you. 

you shake your head, crouching down to pick up the berries before they get squished under someone’s birkenstocks. connor is right beside you, speeding up the process. you can’t help it when your eyes drift back to the direction where you saw luke, but the person is gone. 

you let out a sigh of relief, “sorry, had a moment of clumsiness there.” 

connor nods in understanding, “all good. besides, i wouldn’t expect anything less from you since i’m around. i know my good looks and charming personality make you nervous.” 

you laugh loudly at his words, shoving his shoulder before he can walk away to discard the ruined berries. 

annabeth chase

“the bookstore is just down this way,” annabeth exclaims, sipping on her drink from the cafe. 

you nod, mustering a smile as you follow her lead. when annabeth asked you to visit her over spring break, you were hesitant, but she was insistent. there was a lot of history between the two of you, most of it revolving around your traitor boyfriend, but neither of you mentioned it. and whenever the subject did get brought up, one of you quickly changed it. 

“they have so many books. and i think there’s even a record section too,” she explains, pointing toward the quaint bookshop on the corner of a street in san francisco 

the awning is a faded emerald green, and the white letters detailing the store’s name are barely legible. but you can tell that it’s well loved. there’s a large bay window where a young mother and her children are sitting, flipping through a picture book with a pig and elephant character. you stop in your tracks for a minute, letting annabeth get a couple steps ahead of you. 

that could’ve been us, you think, twirling the golden band around your finger three times. it should’ve been us. 

“you okay?” annabeth asks, stopping at the base of the three cement steps. 

you nod, taking one more fleeting glance at the little family, “fine. just lost in thought i guess. you think they’ll have a copy of the outsiders?” 

“probably. maybe in the young adult section,” she answers, opening the door. 

a bell chimes overhead, and the middle-aged woman behind the counter greets her warmly. annabeth stops to talk with her, while you hover awkwardly. it’s so clear to you that she’s built a life for herself, one outside of camp half-blood and her demigod status. she laughs at something the woman says, and you almost feel jealous of the fourteen year old. she’s lost so much, yet she has so much more. you can’t say the same. 

there’s no one else for you. he was the one. you’ve always known that, even aphrodite confirmed that a long time ago, claiming that you two were one of her favorites. that never seems to work out though does it? her favorite couples always ending in a tragedy: romeo and juliet, orpheus and eurydice, liam neeson and natasha richardson, and now you and luke. 

you won’t get a happy ending, that you’re sure of. 

“you didn’t have to wait, i would’ve found you,” annabeth appears, startling you. 

you wonder how long she’s been there — how long you've been staring off into space. looking down at her, you meet her inquisitive gray eyes. she’s trying to get a read on you, but you don’t want her to; it’s not what either of you need. 

you grip her shoulder, the one without the tote bag, and say, “let’s go find the outsiders.”

she nods, but somehow you know the conversation isn’t over as she leads you down the aisle. the store is fairly quiet, not many shoppers except for the family, a group of college students, and the two of you so it’s easy to navigate. the young adult section is even emptier, but it still makes you feel claustrophobic. the smell of books and the thick tension is suffocating you. the teen must feel the same way, because she’s the first to break it after picking up a book. 

“you don’t need to feel guilty. i don’t blame you,” she whispers.

you gulp at her words, tugging on your baby tee as you pretend to pull off a string. 

“neither does percy, or anyone else at camp,” she finishes. 

you nod, picking up a copy of the outsiders. the cover is black and white, featuring a photo of a boy in a leather jacket. his face is turned downwards, but you see him clear as day: brown eyes and a white scar. 

“you know what i like about this book?” you ask, but the question’s rhetorical.

“i like johnny’s take on the world. there’s so much good in it, but we get so caught up in the bad that we forget…we forget how beautiful it is,” you say, choking on your words as tears well up in your eyes. 

“i think he forgot that too,” you whisper, and you don’t need to specify who you’re referring to, annabeth just knows. 

she throws her arms around you, squeezing your abdomen tightly. you close your eyes, struggling to hold back the tears, but a few drip down your cheeks anyways. you sniffle, and she squeezes you even tighter. when she pulls away, you look over her shoulder. you swear you meet brown eyes and a white scar. 

may castellan

luke hated westport. everyone there was the same, entitled, stuck up, and selfish. all the houses stood in a line. each one an exact replica of the one before it: pocket white fence, pristine green lawn, and a faded blue siding. his house, or rather his mother’s house, was no different. 

everything looked exactly the same as when he returned at fourteen. her kitchen window looked over the front yard and main road. he can picture her standing there, washing dishes and mumbling unanswered prayers to a god who never cared. he hates how easily she fell victim to him and he hates how emotional it makes him. 

at same time, there’s something different about his childhood home. a place that should have been filled with love, warmth, and happiness no longer harbors the coldness and terror he always associated with his childhood. somehow, the house feels more homey. there’s a floral wreath hanging on the wooden door, hidden behind the screen. he spots a vase of sunflowers on the kitchen windowsill; their bright yellow petals starkly contrasting the darkness inside. the house almost looks lived in. if a neighbor were to walk by, they would never guess it’s inhabited by a crazy person. luke would never guess that, especially with the beat-up red pickup parked out front. 

wait, he thinks, doing a double take. 

he’s seen that red pickup before, but he can’t figure out where. he looks at the license plate, hoping that will give him a clue into the owner. it’s navy blue and yellow, a clear sign that it’s from new york and that alone makes luke think of you. 

he’s come to visit a couple times, and each time he’s almost gotten caught. at the farmers market with connor and travis it was pure luck that he startled you into dropping the berries. when he showed up to talk to annabeth, it was a coincidence that you were there too. (it’s not like he had silena beauregard keeping tabs on you or anything.) but even if he did, hypothetically have her reporting back to him about your every move, he never expected you to be at his mom’s house. 

the front door opens, and he can hear your voice ring out into the stillness of the neighborhood: “i’ll be back later this week, okay may?”

“shit,” he seethes, crouching down behind one of the neighbor’s suvs. 

he hears a commotion in the house, and watches as you wait patiently at the door. his mother must say something to you, because you smile softly and nod your head. he wishes he could hear her words, but he knows you’ll catch him with one move. 

that’s not necessarily a bad thing, says a small voice inside his head. 

he shakes his head at those words, curls bouncing from the action. he runs a hand through his hair, frustration and anger building up inside him. he ruined this, not you. and no matter what he truly wants, luke knows there’s nothing he can do to win you back. 

the creaking of the wooden porch stairs and slam of the screen door draw his attention back to what’s right in front of him. it takes a bitter laugh out of him; ironic how he’s longed for your proximity and now that he has it he’s ignoring it. 

you freeze at the gate, left hand on the hinge and right on your ring. your eyes dart around the neighborhood, looking for the cause of the noise, but you never find him. he watches as you release the breath you’re holding and twirl the golden band three times. opening the gate, you step towards the truck.

he waits patiently, not daring to move a muscle until your car pulls away from his mother’s house. even then, when the engine is nothing but a faint rumble in the distance, he doesn’t move. he remains crouched behind the suv for a few extra minutes, gathering both his courage and sanity. with a final breath, he gets up, fixes his jacket and approaches the house. 

“mom,” he calls out, knocking on the door, “i’m home.”

the door swings open and her arms wrap around him. she smells faintly of burnt cookies, but it’s overpowered by shea butter and coconut shampoo. she’s crying into his shoulder, mumbling about how she always knew it wasn’t true; that wasn’t her son’s fate. 

but she has no idea, luke thinks, that i break everything i touch.

luke castellan

percy hears your scream before he sees you.

it’s loud, shrill, and gut-wrenching. his heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach and bile climbs up his throat. 

i’m gonna be sick, he thinks.

percy faced a lot today. silena died. ethan died. annabeth almost died. now he’s stuck watching as you try to console luke.

you’re sitting beside him, bow and arrows haphazardly thrown to the side. there’s a cut on your shoulder caked with dry blood, and other bruises litter your body. he imagines that the pain from them is the least of your concerns. 

“it’s okay. you’ll be okay,” you keep whispering, cupping the older boy’s cheeks. 

luke grabs your left wrist, his thumb rubbing over your engagement ring. “i’m okay sweetheart. you’re gonna be okay.”

he approaches the two of you. it feels like he’s intruding on an intimate scene. percy feels a strange sense of deja vu when luke squeezes your wrist before returning his gaze to him. he wishes that he just caught the two of you sharing a vape instead of your final goodbye. 

“never again percy…don’t let it happen again,” luke croaks out. 

percy promises that he won’t, all while watching you. you bite your bottom lip, turning away from luke as you squeeze your eyes shut. he knows you're trying to be strong, but it doesn’t work as tears leak past your lash line and create tracks on your grimy face. 

“i love you,” luke whispers, and you echo the words right back. 

when his eyes close, percy swears that you’ll go with him, falling on top of annabeth’s dagger. but all you do is sit there, cradling luke’s face in your hands. you trace over his features: the bridge of his nose, his cupid’s bow, and the white scar. 

percy placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reaffirming squeeze. you sniffle, placing luke’s head down gently onto the destroyed cobblestone. your fingers brush his curls away from his forehead, and you unclasp the necklace resting against his collarbone. it’s a silver chain with three clay beads and a golden ring to match yours. you pocket the jewelry, and force a drachma in his hands. 

wiping your nose, you get up from the ground, collect your bow and arrows, and head towards the elevator. 

percy thinks he should call out to you, beg you to face the olympian council with him, but he’s stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 

“leave her. my daughter won’t be joining you percy jackson.”

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Perseus

Perseus is one of the greatest and oldest pan-Hellenic heroes of Greek mythology. Perseus famously killed the dreaded Medusa, a Gorgon with snakes as hair and whose stare turned men to stone. Perseus also carried out the daring rescue of Princess Andromeda from a monstrous sea creature sent by the god Poseidon to terrorize the kingdom of Ethiopia.

The Son of Zeus

Perseus is perhaps the oldest of the Greek heroes with depictions of his beheading of the Gorgon Medusa being amongst the earliest scenes from mythology appearing in art. Even in mythology, he is believed to have lived three generations before that other great hero Hercules, who was himself one generation before the Trojan War. Perseus' mortal father was Danaos and his mother was Danae, the daughter of Akrisios (or Acrisius), the king of Argos. However, Perseus, as with other Greek heroes, was believed to have had divine parentage, something which helped to explain how they could achieve such fantastic feats of derring-do, providing a link between men and gods and fullfilling their function as role models. In Perseus' case, Zeus was thought to be his real father after the king of the gods himself had slept with Danae when she had been imprisoned by her father. Akrisios had locked up his daughter in an underground prison made of bronze after an oracle had declared that his future grandson would kill him. Of course, this was no barrier to Zeus who entered the cell as a shower of gold rain. Naturally, when the child was born, Akrisios was unwilling to believe Danae's far-fetched story of the golden rain. Suspicious and still mindful of the oracle, he sealed up the mother and child in a wooden chest and had them thrown into the sea. Zeus did not abandon his filial duties, though, and a quiet word with Poseidon ensured sufficiently calm seas, so that the chest washed up safely on the shores of the Aegean island of Seriphos and was found by Diktys, a fisherman who took them in and cared for the castaways.

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Ok I’ve talked before about Dionysus and Perseus’s parallels now I wanna talk about Ariadne and Andromeda’s parallels:

- Both where abandoned by the first men they were to marry, abandoned at their lowest no less, Ariadne left her home and family to be with Theseus only to be abandoned on the island of Naxos. Andromeda was abandoned by Phineus, when she was to be sacrificed to Cetus and he didn’t even try to rescue her, then he had the audacity to demand her back.

- Both were rescued by their future husbands when they were at their lowest.

-While there is very little about their lives after the marriage, we know that they remained by their husbands sides, When Perseus went to Argos to confront Acrisius, Andromeda was by his side. When Dionysus was spreading his cult all over Greece, Ariadne fought alongside him.

- Both had lots of sons lol