#I'm also not allowed to watch percy jackson until i call

[fortunatefires]

I'm so averse to making phone calls that I can force myself to do entire lists of chores just to get out of it. Want me to do anything? Threaten me with a vaguely formal phone call to any adult human

[hadesisqueer]

I think I really might have a learning disorder and I'm fucking crying because knowing it actually makes me feel so relieved?

See, I learned how to speak really early; by the time I was 3, I could speak as eloquently than my 8yo sister, and with a richer vocabulary. I also remember being, in first and second grade, the only kid in my class who could read perfectly, without getting stuck or getting lost. And I was the best at writing. I was also the best at English.

However, I still felt dumb. I've always felt dumb.

See, while I was good at all that, I have always struggled with Math. I took longer to learn how to count. How to, for example, associate the word “two” with “2”. And to this day, I still have to double check sometimes when I read numbers because I might say 13 instead of 31. While my classmates easily learnt how to add and substract numbers in class, my mother had to sit with me every single evening to help me and buy me like a thousand booklets until I finally learnt, and I still struggled a lot. And multiplying-- I probably copied the tables a billion times and I still don't know them.

I still passed most of my tests until sixth grade because I studied really hard, all the time, but it was hell. I saw how some of my classmates struggled a bit, too, but not the way I did: I remember literally wanting to cry every time I was called to the chalkboard and the teacher asked me to divide. I couldn't. I just couldn't. My father sat with me every evening and explained it to me, over and over again, all the time, for two years, and I still couldn't do it. By the time I had done a correct division, my classmates could have done maybe seven or eight. And things got even worse with fractions. Algebra came a bit easier to me at first, being able to do simple equations, but as soon as I finished sixth grade and entered secondary school, I just couldn't. My grades dropped, and it's not like had very good ones. I failed every test with an embarrassing grade, many times I didn't even get the basics right. So I gave up and basically started ignoring Math. That probably costed me two years that I had to repeat, and that took a toll on my mental health, but I swear that my mental health would have gone worse had I kept crying and worrying the way I did before. To my teachers I was lazy and to my parents, I was just bad at Math and that's it. And then again, I dropped the subject as soon as I was allowed to, so no more Math class anymore.

But I still feel stupid. I felt embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I struggle. Many times, I can't tell which way is right or left, and I have to remember that I'm right handed so I can go on. I confuse adresses and get lost all the time because I confuse the number of the houses. I can't even remember my own phone number because, again, I confuse the numbers. I'm bad at calculating distances since like, forever. Doing basic math in my head takes me longer than it should, and sometimes I even have to use the fucking calculator to do stuff like 23+16 because my brain just freezes. I can't even count coins or money bills like a normal person and I have to do recount several times to make sure I wasn't wrong. I get lost while counting a lot of times. Fucking hell, I tell myself, I'm nineteen years old and I get fucking lost while counting.

I was dumb. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with my head, why I was so stupid at Math. Until very recently, I watched a show: Druck, the German remake of Skam. I found Fatou, the protagonist of the sixth season, incredibly relatable. Not only because, like me, she's a lesbian that's bad at flirting, but also because... She got lost at counting all the time, and had problems counting bills. She got lost easily and confused numbers as well. She couldn't do basic math easily because her brain froze. And she also felt stupid for it. Until she found out that she had a learning disorder.

I read Percy Jackson when I was younger, so I knew what ADHD and dyslexia was since I was a kid. But I had never seen, in any movie, show or book, a person that struggled the exact same way I did. I didn't know it was a thing. But thankfully Druck put a name to it. Fatou did the test, and she found out she had dyscalculia. I'm going to do the test as well whenever I can. I had never heard that term before but I swear, when I looked it up, it felt like Heaven to find out that what happens to me is actually a thing, and it's not that I'm just dumb. So yeah. Representation matters.

[ashilrak]

“You know, people can hear you” ares/percy please 🥺

Percy didn't know what he was supposed to call Ares in his head. Boyfriend felt wrong, but they were definitely something to each other.

He also didn't know if Ares was technically allowed to be in his cabin, but he figured that was a problem for Ares or later him.

"You don't need to do that!" Ares said, grabbing both sides of his face. "I know you want to see them safe, and I don't have the words to tell you how much it means to watch you care for my children, but do not do so at risk to yourself. There is value in them learning from their mistakes."

Percy frowned. "I wasn't going to let him fall!" he said. "I can take it!'

"But you shouldn't have to!" Ares yelled back. He always got loud when emotional. Ares took in a deep breath and leaned in to rest his forehead against Percy's. "You shouldn't have to."

"You know," Percy said, looking toward the open windows pointedly. "People can hear you."

Ares snorted. "So?" he asked. "What are they going to do? Know I don't want you getting hurt? That I'm mad you threw yourself off the lava wall? Tough shit."

"Fine," Percy said, bringing his hands up to push at Ares' chest. "But I'm fine. You yelled at Will until he cleared me. You might have scarred him."

"Kid can take it," Ares insisted. "Gotta keep you in fighting shape."

"Just fighting?"

Ares smirked. "Well..."

// random (chaotic) dialogue starters // Percy Jackson Autumn Equinox Gift Exchange

[crymeariveronceagain]

If it’s okay, would you be willing to share your thoughts Kam? I know it’s not your preferred ship, but I’m curious about what you think about it, if you want to say.

mmmm I don't really like this ship, for a couple reasons, only one of which actually has any real heft to it, in my own mind

If you ship it, I mean, you do you, but it's very much not my jam

The main reason I don't like it is because I know for a fact that there are not enough good, wholesome, and supportive friendships between boys out there.

You get two girl bffs who are super close and love each other to death, and big groups of friends, and then you get boy bffs who are always fighting or are jerks to each other.

But there's not any like... good strong friendships not strained by adoration of a girl, not strained by unnecessary rivalry or being toxic and stupid, between two guys. Like, I want two best friends who are boys who feel comfortable talking to each other about heavy stuff. I want two boy bffs who can call each other at midnight to tell each other jokes. I want that to exist, and I don't want romance to come in and suck it all up and say, almost, in an odd way, to every boy who has a best friend he can turn to like that, "Well, you must be in love with him, then."

I also hate that there's next to no just... wholesome, brotherly relationships that can be left alone and expanded on in a way that feels authentic without turning it into a ship. I can think of a few, but they're few and far between. For instance, you could say "Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes!" Dude, everyone and their mother thinks they dated. I'm not even kidding. You could say, "Percy Jackson and Jason Grace" yeah, well, half of that brotp is dead, and I can't recall the two of them every talking about their emotions to each other in a healthy/productive way. You could say "Tony Stark and Bruce Banner" and I will just look at you solemnly until you realize that that's a decently popular ship, too. And also, if you think that those two would ever talk about their actual feelings with each other, then... what show were you watching? Tony thinks he doesn't need therapy like my brain thinks headache medicine for my headache is for the weak. "Todoroki and Deku!" you say, hopeful, and I look at you like you've lost your mind.

I really want there to be space in a fandom for friendships between boys that are not romanticized or strained. I want legit, wholesome, healthy relationships.

I love the dynamic Keefe and Tam have, I love that they have so much in common, and I 100% think they could be the best friends in the whole wide world, and I fully write them like that nearly 180% of the time. I can honestly say that they're probably my KOTLC Brotp.

But the charm of it, in its entirety, is that they're bros. If you take that part out, and turn it into romance, the relationship loses everything I loved about it, and I just feel kind of sad.

In my opinion, it's about letting boys be boys and friends be friends, and your stupid, annoying, wonderful, hair-obsessed bestie still being allowed to call you at 3 in the morning to talk about the nightmare they had, and not have it be inherently romantic.

Friendship is amazing, and in my opinion, some besties are best left alone to be besties, and not be shipped.

Again, if you like it, you do you. Not hating on your ship or your taste. I definitely can see the potential.

I just really personally do not enjoy it.

<3

[takaraphoenix]

Ofc I'm excited for the new chapter phoe, I am so starved for Jason content that even the suggestion that I'm going to get some (esp QUALITY Jason content like urs) makes me unbelievably giddy and I'm fr checking my phone to see when it's gonna be update time in ur timezone 🥺✨

Oh gosh, you're so sweet. Your messages always delight me a lot and since Jason took kind of a backseat today in favor of the build up of the secret reveal, yooou get a small, Jason-focused flash-forward into their future. ;) also because I actually have time to write again fdklghaöklh

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Sky-blue eyes were large as they quickly flew over the words in front of him. His mouth was in a small oh-shape as he absorbed every little bit of information that was given to him. And then it just ended.

To Be Continued...

No, no, no. That couldn't possibly be! This was too exciting, it couldn't just end like that! His sister next to him made a squealing sound as she also reached the ending. She grabbed the comic book out of his hand and tried turning the page, hoping against hope there would be more.

"No, no, no," she whined frustrated and threw herself back onto the bed.

After a moment, her brother mirrored her. The two groaned and whined until their current babysitter walked in, a frown on his face. He brushed hazel-hair out of his face.

"What's gotten into you lot?"

"The comic ends, uncle Tyson! It just ends! And the next issue won't come out until next month, but it just got really, really exciting!" he heard his sister complain.

"Grace is right! This isn't fair. Cliffhangers are unlawful and inhumane!"

Tyson laughed and approached the bed to sit down between his niece and nephew. "I think I gotta talk to your parents about your definition of unlawful and inhumane, Jacky."

Jackson huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pout in place and sky-blue eyes dark like a brewing storm. When it darkened in the room and rumbling could be heard from outside, Tyson frowned concerned and cleared his throat.

"You guys do know that you could just... ask your parents, right? They were right there. They know exactly how all of this unfolded," offered Tyson.

He took the comic-book - issue 13 of The Adventures of the New Olympians - and closed it to hold up the cover, where Jason di Angelo was standing heroically in his Blue Lightning uniform, fighting a giant space-octopus. Jackson frowned and turned to look at his sister.

"I dunno", admitted Grace. "Dad is like... dad. Not Blue Lightning. Dad sings bad old boyband songs in the shower and steals daddy's blue cookies and baby-talks to Mrs. O'Leary."

"Yeah. These comics are totally fiction, uncle Tyson", agreed Jackson seriously. "Dad's a total dork, not a superhero! He isn't like daddy and papa."

Tyson huffed a little at that, fond smile on his lips. "He isn't now. But when push comes to shove, he always got our back in a fight. Because he could never bear standing aside if his family gets hurt. Go and ask him about it, mh."

"Tyson? Where are you?", called his wife from somewhere else. "Jason is here to pick up the kids!"

"Ah, your cue, pipsqueaks", Tyson grinned and ruffled both their hair.

Grace quickly grabbed her Wisdom Warrior doll, while Jackson took the comic book, both kids quickly running out the room and downstairs. Grace just lept off a few steps before the end of the stairs, jumping straight into her dad's awaiting arms. Jason was smiling softly, hugging her tightly. Her blonde curls bounced as he whirled her around once.

"Hey there, kids. Had fun with uncle Tyson and auntie Ella?"

"Ye--es", chorused Jackson and Grace.

"Thanks for watching them, guys", Jason turned to offer Tyson and Ella a small, grateful smile. "With Perce and Nico still in Canada about that... maple syrup fuled robot apocalypse... it's been kind of stressful. And then Thabi got into trouble at school and-"

"No need to explain, or to thank us", assured Tyson, patting his brother-in-law on the back. "That's what brothers are for, Jay. We got your back. Besides, we love those two."

With a last smile aimed at the couple, Jason herded the twins out of the house and toward the car. He made sure their seatbelts were fastened before he got in the driver's seat and started the car. In the rear-mirror, he could see the twins whispering with each other, but neither speaking up. He decided against asking, for now. They'd tell him whatever was on their minds when they were ready.

Once at home, both of the kids ran off to their rooms and Jason was so busy with things around the house that he nearly forgot about the kids' strange behavior. That's what they got for having a ridiculously big house and stables, but then again, they did need the grounds to allow their companions enough space to roam free. He'd just finished feeding Tempest and Blackjack when the twins suddenly stood behind him, serious, matching frowns on their faces.

"We have come to the agreement that we should ask you", declared Grace.

A nine-year-old with pigtails had no right to look this serious. Jason smiled a little at that, nodding and waiting for more.

"We know that daddy and papa are superheroes", continued Jackson as the three headed back toward the house. "But you aren't! You're just... dad. Right?"

"Ouch", Jason huffed out a little laugh. "Just dad, huh?"

"I mean, you're normal, like us", corrected Grace with a frown, motioning at the posters at the walls when they entered the living room. "You're only a hero on the big screen! Not in real life!"

The smile on Jason's lips turned more nostalgic. His dorky, dorky husbands had decided to plaster every wall that wasn't filled with family pictures with posters of his movies. Right now, Grace was motioning very decidedly at The Twelve Tasks of Hercules. Hercules was his most popular role, a fictional superhero clearly supposed to be the son of Zeus but never actually name-dropping Zeus in the movie series. Or the spin-off TV show. It had spanned a whole cinematic universe about fictional superheroes after they had introduced Theseus, a water-powered superhero who was a thinly veiled homage to Percy, in one of the movies. Theseus got his own solo-movie, then a sequel and over the years, they had established more and more heroes in this universe. Jason was so incredibly proud of it, not just because he played the hero who started it all, but because he was also creatively involved; he had pitched the character of Theseus.

Sitting down on the couch, he let his eyes wander just a little. A poster of his first big breakout role as Jace Herondale in a TV show adaptation of The Mortal Instruments... naturally, Percy had chosen the poster where Jason posed shirtless, showing off the runes.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?", asked Jason softly.

"I wanna take over granny's bakery", declared Jackson with a puffed-out chest. "I'll learn all of her recipes and become the best baker in all of New York."

"I dunno, dad. I'm nine", huffed Grace with a pointed look. "Maybe I'll become a great fashion designer like auntie Silena! Or a teacher like auntie Annabeth. Or president. Or astronaut. Oh! Or doctor."

"Okay, okay", Jason interrupted her, laughing. "But neither of you wants to become a superhero like your dads?"

The twins exchanged a silent look before shaking their heads and Jackson answered. "No. It looks scary. It looks cool to watch but I'd be super scared."

Jason nodded slowly. "But if Gracie was in danger, like really, really scary danger, what would you do?"

"I'd help her!", exclaimed Jackson immediately, grabbing his sister's hand.

The smile on Jason's lips grew some. "Being a hero is really, really scary and really, really dangerous. And I never-ever wanted to be a hero. I'm not as brave as your dads when it comes to that. But when there is something very big and dangerous that your dads can't handle on their own, I'll put my own fears aside. Because you know what is just... so much scarier than being a hero? It'd be if something happened to your dads. And I couldn't help."

He knew their kids were under no illusions; they knew Nico and Percy led dangerous lives and they knew something could happen to them. Nico had already been hospitalized for a longer period of time a few years ago.

"So when they really need me, I'll be very brave to help them."

"So... So this is really real?", asked Grace softly, holding up the comic-book.

Jason snorted a little at the extremely overdone hero-pose he was striking on the cover. "It's... more or less real. There's some... made-up stuff there, because those who write these comics, they only had the news coverage to go by, they weren't actually there when we met in private and planned and talked. But yes, that happened."

Jackson straightened up at that and took the comic from his sister to open it on the last page, putting it down on Jason's lap and very decidedly pointing at the To Be Continued in the lower corner.

"How's it end!?", asked Jackson eagerly. "We don't wanna wait!"

"Ye--es! Did you save the day? Did you rescue daddy when he got abducted by the alien octopus?", wanted Grace to know, eyes large.

Laughing to himself, Jason leaned back against the couch and opened his arms, both his kids immediately snuggling up to him and eagerly awaiting the story. Jason wasn't the greatest story-teller in the family, Piper was the author, but he did his best to actually tell the story as exciting as possible. He talked and talked for over an hour and by the end of the story, both twins were deep asleep. Asleep on him, not giving him a chance to move from the couch either. Though he was tired too, so he closed his eyes, just for a second.

"I'm de--ead", groaned Percy softly and something shifted.

Jason blinked sleepily, turning his head toward the source of the voice. His face lit up when he saw Percy snuggled up to Grace from behind. When he turned toward his other side, he saw Nico behind Jackson.

"I'm sorry we were both gone, amore", whispered Nico as he leaned over to kiss Jason sweetly. "It was an all-hands-on-deck situation..."

"You don't have to explain", Jason smiled faintly. "You're the leaders of the Olympians. They rely on you. Especially now with all the newbies, they need your guidance."

"Yeah, but we promised you we'd step back some", Percy sighed frustrated.

"You can't control when a weird Canadian wants to start the robot- apocalypse", Jason chuckled amused. "I'm proud of you both. And you have been stepping back a lot."

Percy hummed in agreement, eyes slowly closing as he rested his head on Jason's shoulder. Within moments, he was out cold. So the entire family was going to sleep on the couch today, mh?

"How did your meeting go?", asked Nico, sounding sleepy.

"Good. I mean. Really good. The studio is still so stubbornly thinking that female superheroes won't sell, but we finally pushed through. We got the Helen of Troy spin-off greenlit", replied Jason with a puffed out chest.

Nico smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Good. I'm proud of you."

And then he yawned and snuggled closer to Jason. It filled Jason with warmth to just sit here, with his husbands and children, in their home. Safe and happy. Yes, he worried for Nico and Percy when they were out there, but he also knew that this was their dream and they loved their job. And ever since the twins had been born, the two really had stepped back, leading from the headquarters and training new heroes, only going out themselves if it was an emergency and the others needed help. Jason couldn't be mad about that, wouldn't want to be either, because he could never resent his husbands for living their dream - they had, after all, always supported Jason and his dream. Even when Jason would be in another country for months filming a movie, they never complained, they took care of the kids and were proudly at his side during the premieres.

"I love you two", whispered Jason, carefully kissing the top of Nico's head on one of his shoulders and the top of Percy's head on the other. "My heroes."

[moonlitdiane]

Hello! I moved from my old blog, @dianethus​ to here, you can probably call this a re-intro!

Diane | 18 | Filipino-Chinese | She/They | Pansexual | Scorpio | xNTP | Neurodivergent | Psychology Major | Graphic Designer | Practicing Wiccan

I’ve been trying to write since I was around 12 years old with silly little k-pop and percy jackson fanfics. Even though I cringe now whenever I think about the things I wrote, I still believe it was a necessary phase that all writers have to go through to become better.

I mainly write for the #OwnVoice movement that focuses on the South East Asian experience and especially the experience of being queer in an Asian environment. I aim to give the queers of Asian history whose stories never got to be told a voice. I write to expose the world to Philippine Mythology and the stories passed down from ancestor to ancestor. I also aim to conjure up nostalgic imagery in the readers' minds.

low fantasy. I'm not that really good at world building but I'm in love with the idea of everyday magic.

supernatural.

historical.

angst. I'm SORRY but writing and describing pain is a different kind of joy for me.

found family. I'm gay.

cosmic motifs.

enemies to lovers. oh for someone to see all my worst parts and still fall in love with me. also consider: childhood friends to enemies to lovers.

religious trauma & guilt. I went to a catholic school what did you expect?

The Revolution Will Not Be Vilified.

Evil Is Sexy.

Trapped In Another World. I want to be Isekai-d so bad.

Song Fic. Most of my titles are actually song lyrics or my basic outlines follow the structure of a song.

“Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl,”

Somewhere In Limasawa Street is a queer historical fiction story set in 1898 when the Philippine-American war is just beyond the horizons and 19 year old mestiza, Lucena Candella is in the middle of a war with herself. Sheltered and painfully aloof, she meets brave but brash, Urduja Kalangitan, who is as emotionally aware as a rock and who happens to be the Revolutionary Army's best gunman—maybe that's what pulled quiet Lucena to her.

Between paper planes, porcelains, and battle scars, Lucena slowly learns to love, and that scared her. It scared her because she wasn't allowed to love that woman with the scarred smile and wild hair.

This is my main WIP and my passion project. I really wanted to write something that I can dedicate to the queers of history, the indigenous and people of color whose queerness is never told.

The title is a reference to Limasawa Street by folk pop band, Ben&Ben, I actually used the album and a few singles as inspiration for the plot. 

WIP Playlist. This story will be unapologetically Filipino.

“Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not make room for the devil,”

The Devil’s Choir is a low fantasy story following the adventures of seven unlikely friends who just want to go apeshit and run away from their shitty town. That is until they’re thrown into a you-need-to-save-the-whole-world mess without their written consent. Lucifer and Dionysus show up at their door step, dragging them head first into an abyss that even the Gods refuse to fall into. A war between the golden age and the future, it’s now up to this peculiar gang to save the world from the real threat.

The seven deadly sins but make them moody teenagers. this story has gone through so much revising for years! Found family, enemies to lovers, and unwilling heroes? check.

Unintentionally a copy of American Gods. It was too late until I realized the plot was kind of similar to American Gods. Help. 

WIP Playlist. I smell chaos, don’t you?

“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”

Manila Encounters is a paranormal urban fantasy story unfolding right in the pearl of the orient seas. When the clock strikes 3 AM and the lights of the skyscrapers turn dark—when the city sleeps, the monsters roam free. Deep between the alley ways of Manila city, look out for kids with a certain glow and bite behind their smiles. Look for the ones with sunkissed tans who speak in tongues. Look for the ones whose feet barely dip into murky bay waters and fingertips grazing moonlight. 

A dummy’s guide to Filipino folklore. Manila Encounters was inspired by a hashtag on Twitter of the same name where people wrote their own twist to Filipino urban legends and folk stories.

Oh great, another Percy Jackson rip-off. the main characters are demi-gods or descendants of Gods. Original, I know.

WIP Playlist. driving at midnight sort of vibe.

"You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us."

And I Love her is a queer romance story about a girl who just recently moved into an old but well maintained cottage in some seaside town in Europe—and she finds in the middle of dusty furniture and underneath cobwebs, a rotary telephone sitting there unused for decades. It rings unexpectedly one day and what greets her is a soft voice belonging to someone who lived 60 years ago.

a dreamnotfound fanfic inspired this. and the South Korean horror film, The Call. 

gay yearning agenda. so much yearning. so much. I’m projecting.

WIP Playlist. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but it's been promised to another

A selected list of fics from my AO3 account. It’s gay.

I drowned a long time ago. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love. He’s devoted. Serial Killer AU.

Maaaring bang magkunwaring akin ka pa? A Tagalog Haikyuu fic based on the movie, Camp Sawi.

Marupok na puso ko. A Tagalog Haikyuu fic where they do the Filipino thing and get drunk.

My good puppy. My first try at writing smut. Jesus Christ.

Be my mistake. Where Kuroo Tetsurou calls up Tsukishima Kei one last time.

Make it hurt. The two times Atsumu Miya saw the entire universe behind Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes.

I still have a lot of stories that I hope to finish, I find it hard to discard or erase story ideas. So I hope one day, you can all watch me finish this list.

We Don’t Belong Here / Viva La Filipinas / Luna De Sangre Conspiracy / Lilith and Lysander’s Guide To Immortal Godparents / Lonely Hearts Club / A Lady’s Guide to Princes and Principles / Attack Block / Empty Thrones /  A Double Take / Stupid Cupid / Idle Town / Alice? / The 30 Day Deal / Lost Stars / The Apocalypse Program / Heartstrings  / Disastrously Danae

[silentwaters4]

Ship request with Percy Jackson and the Avengers. I'm a girl, 5'2, mid waist length brown hair with amber higlights. Green/hazel eyes and pale skin. I'm a introvert. Yet I can get loud and rowdy when it comes to my small friend group. I am very strange, often doing things that don't make since to anyone but me. I am extremely geeky and enjoy writing books as well as reading them. I also keep my friends very close and am loyal to them until my last breath. Thank you:)

Of course, sweetpea! I ship you with:

Grover Underwood

You and Grover have known each other since you were kids. He wasn’t your assigned protector, but you two had bonded quickly. It was mostly due to him being curious about your ‘strange’ behavior. You were more than happy to explain your reasoning to him after he had asked. In fact, despite having a shy appearance, you were glad someone took interest. Through the years, the two of you grew closer and closer. It nearly killed you when Chiron and Dionysus assigned Grover to protect another demigod. You missed your best friend. It was during this time that you realized how much you really loved Grover. It wasn’t just a friendly fondness. You couldn’t stop thinking about him and wanting to make sure he was okay. Thankfully, Chiron seemed to see your pining and allowed you to call Grover. That first conversation alone lasted nearly 3 hours. Your chest fluttered with the familiar butterflies and you were more than relieved to hear he was doing all right. When he returned with Percy, you were quick to rush to him. Before even asking exactly what happened, and on the verge of tears, you embraced him and kissed his cheek. In your worry, you failed to see Grover fiercely blushing. After regaining his composure, he explained what happened (you held his hand the whole time) and how Percy ended up in the infirmary. Confessing your worry for him, you laid your head on his shoulder. He proceeded to tease you about missing him so much. You tilted your head, staring into his beautiful eyes. As if drawn together, the two of you kissed. When you pulled away, Grover admitted how long he had been waiting to do that. You chuckled before teasing him back. At this point, there was no way you weren’t going with Grover on whatever mission he had to complete (though he convinced you to stay considering 4 is not the best number for a group). Instead, he gave you a kiss and promised to stay in contact with you (which he did, texting you know when he made it to Hades…you were surprised he had reception). You made both Annabeth and Percy promise to make sure he didn’t do anything too reckless. Annabeth chuckled and agreed as Percy smirked.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Clint first saw you when he returned to the tower only to see you in the living room, papers strewn about. Wary, since he had no idea who you were, he stepped closer. It appeared that you were writing something, but that didn’t explain exactly why you were here. It wasn’t until Bruce entered the room that you noticed he had been watching you (you may have jumped slightly). Smirking, Bruce explained that you were a good friend of his who had stopped by to ask some questions. “What kind of questions?” “Uh-um, I write…” “Yeah?” “Sci-fi, currently. I wanted to know how plausible some of my ideas were.” Bruce chuckled before introducing the two of you. Clint silently nodded before cocking his head to the side in bemusement. You were beaming at him, a little spark in your eyes. “What?” “I’ve never thought to have an archer as a character, it being a cliche and all…maybe.” Before he could ask for details, you were sucked back into your work. Bruce pushed Clint into the kitchen explaining how it was best to let you be until the flow slowed. The two had a few cups of coffee in silence (neither minded) before you sprinted over to Bruce with that same glint in your eye. Clint couldn’t help but smirk as you rambled on about your ideas. Your enthusiasm was contagious. The next time you visited the tower, you were in the living room reading a book. He smirked while thinking about the contrast. Currently, you looked content. Previously, you looked determined. Eventually, the archer saw you in the tower nearly every day, even after some missions. The thing that surprised him the most was how you always checked on the team. There were a few times you slept over just to make sure they had someone to talk to if they needed. Your loyalty was not missed by Clint. Oddly enough, he knew he would return that same loyalty. After a mission, he headed toward the kitchen to get some food when he noticed you fidgeting on the couch. Your eyebrows were scrunched and your body jerked. He could just barely see your mouth moving. Gently, he went to your side and woke you up. Despite not knowing who it was, you launched yourself into his arms, breathing heavily. He soothed you while rubbing your back until you could breathe. Pulling back, you kept your gaze down while thanking him. In what felt like instinct, Clint pulled you by your chin until he kissed your forehead. It wasn’t too long after that you two started to officially date (and share a room). 

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