#Percy got Lost

[demon-shark]

Percy Got Lost Pt. 1

12-year-old Percy Jackson tries to leave Camp Half-blood before Mr. D decides whether or not to kill him. Only Percy gets so lost he ends up in a completely different universe where a man in green finds him.

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

[next]

Percy didn’t know where he was going, he just wanted to get away. Away from camp, away from his dad, away from the nightmares, and far far away from stupid smelly Gabe. As he continued to march through the forest, his surroundings suddenly changed. Not in a completely unfamiliar way, but a strange one as instead of the pine it was replaced with a tree he had never seen before. Normally, he would have freaked out but between the Minotaur and the Hellhound, this was calming. Especially since the hanging sword that was Mr. D’s verdict had been hanging over his head for the last couple of days. As he made his way deeper into the strange forest, he came across a tall man dressed in pale green. He had long flowing brown hair and pale skin, but Percy’s attention was on the silvery sword at his hip. Percy suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline as the article came rushing back to him. Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his mother’s disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. If he’s seen he would be turned in and arrested or worse, sent back to live with Gabe. 

Percy shuffled around trying to hide behind a nearby tree as the man turned around. There was a momentary pause, where Percy could swear he could feel the man staring at him from the other side of the tree before the man ordered, “come out”. Percy froze, praying that if he stayed still enough the man would just leave. “Come out or I’ll make you.” It didn’t work. Percy awkwardly shuffled out from his hiding place, watching as the man’s face scrunched up at the sight of him. “What are you?” Percy felt his stomach drop, he hadn’t even made it to the road and he had already been caught by one of the camp counselors. “Look, I don’t care what my Dad or Chiron or whoever wants. I’m not staying at camp. Just pretend you didn’t see me and it’ll be like I never existed.” The man’s face somehow managed to scrunch up even more. “Can you at least give me a head start?” 

“What are you talking about?” Percy was sure that the man could hear the static that filled his head. “You’re not from the camp, are you?” The silence that followed was deafening. The man then raised his hand, pointing two fingers upwards as he said, “I’m not going to ask this again. What are you?” As he asked, the sword that had been resting at his hip flew to Percy’s neck. In a panic, Percy yells, “Demigod! I’m a-” It was then the man suddenly grabbed Percy by his hood. He was thrown behind the man as something jumped out from the nearby foliage. Wolf-like spiders, creatures Percy was certain he would have remembered from the Mytho-magic cards, started to slowly surround them. One lunged at him, completely ignoring the man which only made it an easy target. It wasn’t the only one either, the wolf spiders were so focused on Percy that the man had an easy time cutting down the critters. One however did notice the man and Percy was the first to notice. Moving quickly Percy reached into his bag and pulled out the Minotaur’s horn, stabbing into its fuzzy head as he yelled “Look out!”. Now armed, Percy stood next to the man. Not quite ready to fight, but willing to. The man eyed him, unsure if Percy was to be trusted, but seeing as they were starting to get surrounded he would take the extra sword. Percy struggled to keep up with the man, running on nothing but adrenaline and ADHD. The man however was completely different. 

Each movement was fluid and smooth, unlike Percy’s own panicked jankiness. When Percy stumbled, the man glided. Whoever he is, he was clearly trained. One by one, two by two, the spiders fell. The man made it look like some choreographed dance that Percy couldn’t help but watch, nearly getting himself bit in the process. Meanwhile, Percy could only wait, dodge, and stab. Falling into a morbid rhythm of waiting for the spider to attack, dodging, and then stabbing the now exposed back of the head. As the spiders became lower in numbers they got smarter. Almost as if they followed some strange rule of numbers where the more there are the dumber they become. Percy didn’t carry that thought for very long as one of the final spiders jumped him from behind the same moment he took out one of their buddies. A cry of pain left him as fell on his side hard, having turned mid-air to catch the monster’s pincers before it could rip out his throat. 

Percy struggled to hold the monster back, not because of its strength but because of how frantic its movements were. The pincers constantly threatened to slip from his fingers, made worse by the viscous combination of venom and saliva oozing its way under his fingernails and between his fingers. Percy could only hold back a cringe of disgust through the sheer fear that doing so would give the monster just the opening it had been looking for. Hearing his distress, the man quickly cut down the final two spiders blocking him from Percy before rushing over. The man kicked the spider-wolf off of Percy and into a nearby tree. It let out a horrific screech, causing Percy to block his ears on instinct. But even then it seemed to echo in his head. Its screeching was soon cut off by the man decapitating the spider in a single fluid movement. The head flying off and almost soundlessly falling upon the grass as the man sheathed his sword. 

The man was no less suspicious of him, but at least he had put the sword away. “Who are you?” Percy gulped before whispering, “Percy. Jackson Percy.” Upon seeing no recognition from the man, he sighed in relief. Standing a little straighter he asked, “Who are you?” The man just stared at him for a second, “Shen Qingqiu”. There was an awkward pause before Percy asked, “So, Qingqiu, what were those things?” Shen Qingqiu glared down at him, making Percy feel smaller than he thought possible, “You should show some respect”. Confused, Percy looked up at him wide-eyed, “What do you mean?” The man stared at him again, Percy feeling deeply uncomfortable as it felt like his every action, every breath was being analyzed. Not being able to bear it, Percy asked, “Is this like a cultural thing?” Staring into Percy’s eyes, Shen Qingqiu realized the boy genuinely didn’t understand. The boy was very expressive; his confusion and grief were easy to read. “When addressing an immortal master, you’re supposed to use Gongzi”. 

“Okay, Gongzi. So, like, I would call you Qingqiu-Gonzi?” The man started to walk off as he corrected Percy with a sharp, “Shen Qongzi. You must get permission to use someone’s first name.” Percy quickly started to follow him, yelling, “Wait! Could-could I come with you? I don’t know where I am and I really don’t know what’s going on so…” Percy started to trail off as Shen Qongzi turned around to stare at him. He didn’t answer though and just went back to walking down the mountain. “So is that a yes?” The immortal lord didn’t turn around, instead gesturing for Percy to follow. So he did. The pair made their way down the mountain, and as they reached the outskirts of a town, Shen Qingqiu broke the silence. “Stay here”. Percy looked up confused, “Why?”. He didn’t answer though, the immortal master just continuing the walk down. As Percy started to follow him again, Shen Qingqiu snapped his head towards him. “What part of ‘Stay here’ did you not understand?” Percy stared the scowling man down as he said, “You didn’t tell me why”. Shen Qingqiu gave a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m getting you a change of clothes. If you walk into town like that, people will think you’re a demon and they’ll suspect me of conspiracy.” Percy felt like an idiot, “Oh, yeah. That-that would make sense.” The Immortal master then started his stomp into town again. 

Percy waited for Shen Qingqiu to return but found it difficult to stand still. At first, he looked around trying to figure out where he was, but outside of the bamboo, there was nothing that he could recognize. Though he wasn’t really a geology or plant person, so he probably should have known that would happen. Finding the search pointless, he started to pick at a nearby bamboo stalk. It kept his attention for a couple of minutes, making a decently sized dent in the side of it. But that quickly got boring, so he started to swing his arms around. Swinging his arms turned into flossing. As he got a rhythm going a voice snapped him out of it, “What are you doing?”. Percy nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to face the Immortal Master. “I was flossing”. Shen Qingqiu stared at him for a moment before throwing him a pile of clothes, “Go change”. Percy scurried away, clothes in hand. As Percy changed he started to ask questions he should have asked long ago, “Where are we?”. 

“Verdant Mountain, China” China? As Percy looked around he felt his stomach drop. He knew he didn’t know anything about China, but he had seen pictures of the large bustling cities and he knew that basically everything he had owned came from China. “What-what year is it?” The man scrunched up his face, turning to look at Percy as he walked back out of the foliage. “Look, it has been a really weird week for me. Can you just tell me?” The man stared at him a bit more before saying, “481.” Percy nearly collapsed at that. Not only was he on the other side of the planet but he wasn’t even in the right year anymore. Shen Qingqiu easily picked up on Percy’s panic, adding it to the quickly growing list of ‘Weird Things about Jackson’ along with his clothes, lack of basic knowledge, and the monsters he keeps attracting. However, the boy clearly doesn’t know any answers to his questions, so asking would be pointless.

[supine-ly]

this is my first time drawing Piper is it obvious

[mydairpercabeth]

Annabeths reaction to Percy being alive

im gasping

[demigod-shenanigans]

Thinking about Thalia Grace. Thinking about Thalia losing her little brother when she’s nine. Thinking about Thalia running away and meeting Annabeth Chase a few years later, a tiny blond girl around the same age her brother would have been if he’d still been alive.

Thinking about Thalia starting to see Annabeth as a little sister.

Thinking about Thalia sacrificing herself to save Annabeth and Luke like she could not save Jason.

[lilislegacy]

I love the idea of Percy becoming a marine veterinarian. Not because it would be easy, but because it wouldn’t be easy.

It would sound great and all, until he gets to vet school. And day 1 all he can think is “what the hell was I thinking?” This is all science. And most of vet school is about mammals, especially dogs, and he has to take specialty programs on the side for sea animals. He likes dogs and cats, and it is interesting, but that’s not why he’s here. Annabeth tells him to just learn as much as he can. So he does his best. He gets tutoring on the side. He makes good friends, and that helps a lot, but everyone there seems so much smarter than him. But annabeth and his friends help him study. He tries and he tries and he tries. He loves the marine animal programs he does. He thinks it’s so cool learning how sea animals function, and how the ocean/environment affects them. But the standard veterinary school course material is difficult for him to stay focused on. His grades aren’t the best, but he gets through it.

And after 3 years, he gets handed a white coat and stethoscope. And he feels like an imposter. He’s not a doctor! He’s not a healer like children of apollo. He’s not a genius like children of athena. He’s percy. This feels wrong. It feels good, and he’s proud of himself, but it also feels wrong.

Then his first day of residency, at a marine animal clinic, he is walking through his little orientation with the fellow residents and the attending vets. The first room they bring him into has a large water tub with a sea turtle in it. It’s not moving. It looks so sick and miserable. The head vet says that they’ve had this turtle for several months and just can’t figure out what’s wrong. She won’t eat, she won’t interact with other animals, she barely opens her eyes. They have decided to put her out of her misery, and tomorrow she will be euthanized. Percy steps away from the group and asks to approach her. He goes up to her, bends down, and put his hand on her shell. He telepathically asks what’s wrong, and she responds “My head. My head hurts so bad all the time. Ever since having my babies. It hurts to swim. It hurts to be in the light. I feel sick always. Please make the pain go away.” And Percy stands up and starts asking the attending vets questions about her history and her treatments. At first he panics because he doesn’t know what to do. But then he realizes… he does know what to do. He learned this! So he suggests a treatment. Most of the vets in the room laugh or give him a doubtful look, but he begs them to try it anyway. So they do it, and within half an hour, this sweet sea turtle is happily swimming around the tub. She’s popping her head up to say hi. She’s even eating.

The other vets tried for months. No tests showed what was wrong. But Perseus Jackson walked in, spent two minutes staring at her, and cured her. Because he has powers that no one else has. The other vets only know how to read and observe signs, but Percy can listen to their symptoms.

And after that, every second of learning about animal anatomy and physiology was worth it. Because HE just got to save a sea turtle’s life. HIM!!

And that is why Percy Jackson very quickly becomes one of the best marine veterinarians in the field.

[demigods-posts]

say what you want about the heroes of olympus series. but plucking your main character out of a story. giving them amnesia. and placing them in a different world with different rules goes so hard. allowing the audience to watch the character grow. allowing the audience to grow up with the character. allowing the audience to fall in love with the character. and then plucking said character out of a world with their name stamped on it. and the main character nonetheless? is such a genius move.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Its actually so ironic that Romans claim that they are all "loyal soldiers" but camp Jupiter didn't even TRY to look for Jason??? That man was literally a praetor and is legit the SON of Jupiter. He is so important to their camp and held so much emotional importance. He was there since he was 4! None of his friends there apart from reyna seemed concerned about him either (heck I'd even argue that reyna's concern was watered down aswell, it could've been written better, rick making her develop a brief crush on Percy seemed very ooc for her, considering that she had been pining for jason for quite a long time and was seriously confident that they'd be together, So her pushing that out the window for a new boy she met 2 weeks ago and just accepted Jason disappearance without much thought was not very Reyna tbh but it's my opinion ig) they were all just like "oh such a shame ig jason was cool"

It proves how they treat soldiers like they're some scraps of machine. Only important if they are helpful to you. But if they're gone? No big deal. We can always replace him with someone better.

If you compare this with chb, they are SO loyal to Percy, even the hunters started looking for him, even when they had little to no success, they tried anyway.

Camp Jupiter gave up pretty quickly and just considered him dead. heck, even if they thought jason was dead, why didnt they hold a funeral for him? not even a thank you for all the service he provided? it's heartbreaking. Because a part of Jason KNEW in the lost hero that nobody was looking for him the way Thalia was looking for Percy. He didn't even need his memories back to know that the people of his hometown didn't consider him as important. Fucking tragic.

In a way, I'm kind of glad Jason sort of rejected his roman life bc they did not deserve him at all (Except Reyna/hazel/Frank ofc but you get my point) atleast he had self respect to not go crawling back to a place where no one ever hesitated to replace him.

Camp half blood had done more for Jason in 6 months than Camp Jupiter had done in 15 years. To them, jason was just an asset, to the Greeks, Jason was a friend.

[lazy--lillies]

Sorry but Piper’s parallels to Helen of Troy (/Sparta - using the book for her ref rn) should’ve been played up WAY more. Like sure, she has her knife and charmspeak and that’s nice, but like?????

The sheer amount of stuff Rick could’ve gotten out of that parallel too if he made her a lesbian UGHHHH. Make her the most beautiful child of Aphrodite that’s ever been seen in Camp Half Blood. Make her get people to question their eyes when they see her, get people feeling UNCOMFORTABLE with how gorgeous she is. Parallel her relationship with Jason being forced to Helen and Paris being placed under a spell by Aphrodite, make that part of their relationship RELEVANT TO THE PLOT. Make her a lesbian on purpose and actually write some good conflict!!!!!!!!! The pieces were all there and he refused to put them together!!!

And like if he hadn’t fucked up her writing so bad in canon I wouldn’t be so upset but like GODDDD

In conclusion rip Piper Mclean you would’ve love Chappell Roan

[percicosoftcore]

i wish percy was there when nico killed bryce lawrence just as i wish nico was there when percy almost killed akhlys (and nico wouldn’t have stopped him).

[nay-lon]

my beloved lost trio

⚡️🔥🌹

they are all fine and alive and good

[thelilylav]

We only see each other at funerals

(On Jason, Thalia, Nico, Bianca, and their parallels/connections)

The Titan's Curse (Rick Riordan), @/anxiousmaya_, Right Now (Gracie Abrams), The Battle of the Labyrinth (Rick Riordan), Joan of Arc (Mary Gordon), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), Episodes Toward and Elegy for Halley's Comet (Lindsey Drager), Jason Grace (Riordan Wiki), The Gods Show Up (Michael Kinnucan), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), What the Living Do (Marie Howe), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), Planet of Love (Richard Siken), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), Tangerine (Nolune), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), I Bet On Losing Dogs (Mitski), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/abhorarchive (Twitter), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), Seventeen (MARINA), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/rollercoasterwords, The Tyrant's Tomb (Rick Riordan), @/the-overanalyst, Where Things Come Back (John Corey Whaley), Grit (Silas Denver Martin), Softcore (The Neighbourhood), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Frost (Mitski), @/moonbends, I'm Your Man (Mitski), Sun Bleached Flies (Ethel Cain), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Three (Sleeping At Last), My Art

[demon-shark]

Percy got Lost Pt 12

12-year-old Percy Jackson tries to leave Camp Half-blood before Mr. D decides whether or not to kill him. Only Percy gets so lost he ends up in a completely different universe where a man in green finds him.

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

[previous]

Qingqiu honestly couldn’t understand why there were so many modes of transportation and yet none of them had openable windows. He had been stuck in this moving cage they called a train for two days with preteens who had been covered in sweat, mud, and blood and unable to bathe. Not to mention he hadn’t slept a wink since arriving in this world, not only because of the constant threat of danger but because there hadn't been a moment for him to be alone. The constant presence of the preteens, two of which were boys, kept him wide awake no matter how many times he told himself they wouldn’t do anything. When he finds the actual thief of the master bolt he is going to kill them for putting him through this. The one brightside is that he switched back to his usual clothes, the t-shirt and wrappings no longer being sufficient for him. 

Another thing he should have been thankful about the last few days was that there hasn’t been an attack. Though given Percy’s current track record that only made him suspicious. Though it seems Percy’s luck has had its attention elsewhere. At every station they’ve stopped at and across every shining screen was his picture. With that picture were the captions: 

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers. The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be traveling with two teenage accomplices and a tall man believed to be in his twenties. His stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, has offered a cash reward for information leading to his capture. 

Gabe Ugliano, that was the man Percy and Grover were talking about all those days ago. Qingqiu could admit he was dealing with incomplete information, but based on those overheard whispers and the few interviews that he had seen while they kept their heads low was enough. The man was clearly a failure, a failure who took that out on Percy and his mother. Qingqiu looked over at the preteens, they had been unable to afford the rooms with beds so they had all fallen asleep awkwardly in their seats. It was rather ugly to look at, especially Percy who had drool running down his face and threatening to fall on Annabeth, but it was weirdly endearing. Grover was even bleating in his sleep which ended up waking Percy. He was a little startled but quickly calmed back down, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he focused on Qingqiu. 

He gave a little sleepy smile which caused a warm feeling to settle in Qingqiu’s chest, but it didn’t stop him from scolding the boy, “You have drool on your face.” Percy quickly wiped it off, careful not to wake the two next to him. Finally having a moment alone with Percy, Qingqiu decided it was time to get some answers. “What happened with your mother?” The small smile on Percy’s face immediately dropped. Before he had even said anything tears, started to well up in his eyes and Qingqiu found himself regretting that he asked as Percy said, “I had… She had just told me about my heritage. She tried to make it a smooth process… took me to a seaside cabin that we used to rent out during the summer. Soon after she told me, Grover arrived. Told us that I was in danger and we had to go to camp for my protection.” Qingqiu narrowed his eyes, when he had met Percy he had been running away from that camp. A camp that apparently was supposed to protect him. “On our way there, we were attacked by the minotaur… it made us crash the car so we ran… It HUNTED us… Mom was the one to figure out it was tracking my scent… so… she took my jacket and… she tried to distract the minotaur so I could escape and… she… she was killed… I watched her turn into gold dust and there was nothing I could do… I ended up charging the minotaur, killed it with its own horn…”

Percy’s eyes then sharpened as he continued, “Gabe blamed it on me when the police came… it was all over the papers how I was the main suspect… the kids at camp even found out and combined with the fact I’m POSEIDON’s son they started to avoid me… It was like I had some plague… I just wanted it to end so I ran away and… then I met you.” Tears and snot streaked down Percy’s face as he cried. He was utterly pathetic as he completely fell apart and yet Qingqiu found himself opening his arms. Despite the fact that he hated acts of weakness. Despite the fact he would usually make his disciples run laps for such a display. Despite the fact that he hated physical contact more than anything else in the world. He beckoned the boy into a hug. To his surprise Percy took him up on his offer. The boy curled into his side as he continued to cry into his shirt, and though Qingqiu was uncomfortable he found he didn’t hate it. The cultivator didn’t dare speak, worried about making it worse, so he instead wrapped one arm around the crying boy as his other hand ran through his hair. The movement was stiff and clearly something he didn’t do often, but it was the best attempt at copying the much more fluid movement of the ladies of the Red Pavilion. A movement they would often use to comfort him after his many nightmares. 

Seeing that it was having a minimal effect on Percy he started to rock him, the image of mothers calming their screaming babies coming to mind. Percy’s cries soon calmed down to slight whimpering as he clutched Qingqiu’s robes like his life depended on it. Despite himself, Qingqiu asked, “Why did you accept to join this quest?” After all, Percy had no loyalty to this camp and even this world has turned against him. The gods clearly hadn’t cared, so why go through so much effort? So much danger? “For my mom…” Qingqiu looked down at him to explain, expecting that maybe his mother was just the kind of person that would do anything for the people around her. Instead Percy said, “They’re going to the Underworld. I need to get to the Underworld to get her back… I don’t care if the gods destroy each other over a stupid bolt. But if there is any chance I can get Mom back, I need to try.” Qingqiu hadn’t been expecting that. He had been expecting the heroic spiel he usually hears from naive cultivators that end up dying young. He wasn’t expecting the boy to hold such loyalty. A loyalty that would make him walk through the land of the dead merely for a chance to revive his own mother. It was admirable. Some small part of Qingqiu was jealous that someone had such loyalty given to them. 

A silence fell between the two, but unlike the usual silences that fell upon the group it was comfortable. Percy had adjusted himself against Qingqiu’s side, allowing him to mindlessly play with the cultivator’s fingers. Almost mindlessly, Percy asks, “Why were you on that mission? You seem too… too strong for it. Like it was overkill.” Qingqiu wasn’t sure how to answer. How was he supposed to tell a 12-year-old that he took a mission to get away from his overbearing boss? A boss that used to be his sworn brother before he abandoned him for some reason that he hasn’t figured out yet and now buries him in gifts so he doesn’t spill their shared past. Instead of delving into it, Qingqiu simply said, “I just needed some fresh air.”

[thaliasthunder]

instead of a completely random girl created out of absolutely nothing u know who piper should've ended up with??? nyssa. a daughter of aphrodite w a daughter of hephaestus???? the symbolism?? both head consealors of their cabins?? the parallels of silena and beckendorf??? and that would've been an opportunity to deepen nyssa's character instead of just being leo's sister??? also piper & leo would've been not only besties but officially family??? the wasted material to possibly work with in writing????

[mercifuil]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians 01x07

They said Underworld tourism is low this year let's change that

Also I'm a perKabeth truther. Sorry for the perSabeth believers.

[poppitron360]

Rick you forgot to write Leo as straight again.

(Book: Blood of Olympus)

[boneskullravenriver]

Ngl, and I'm gonna piss some people off but I kind of wish the show didn't exist.

Idk it's creating an energy in this fandom that I'm not vibing with that wasn't there before.