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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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SCREEEEEAAAMMMMSSSSSSSSSS SO GODSDAMN LOUD EVEN GOD FLINCHES

Okay I have so much to say I don't even know where to begin, or how, or with what words?!?!?!?!?!?!? You are— and I am— and fuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkk

Ummmm saying I'm the queen of jercy is hello 911 please I've been shot with so much love?!! Also between you and @stillneedsmorekissing I think y'all have surely and beautifully taken that title because you guys are the godsdamn ROYALTY of jercy and writing and everything

Right onto my thoughts because can I ever shut up about this perfection??? Literally no.

1. The different points of view ended me. I LOVE getting insights into characters and the way you did it was perfect in every way possible

2. The setting for this blew me the fuck away (apologies for all the swearing its the most effective way to get my point across. Sometimes you don't need fancy words you just need a well placed "fuck") every description was transcendent.

3. Gods I love how they're secretly in love with each others lovers. That's justnxjdkalalsodiwjanxlalsjemalsnasogodsdamngood

4. Descriptions were transcendant. I felt like I was f l o a t i n g. You are magnificent friend. Your writing is on another level of incredible.

5. Obliterating us with Taylor swift?!?!?!!! And that song?!?!! No I think you're paying for my hospital bills

I think that's all I have to say for now (lmao like I didnt already leave a whole ass essay) but I cannot leave without you knowing my favourite lines:

Percy had struggled his entire life with this. This sickness. It had always been drilled into his mind that people experiencing what he was experiencing was wrong, sinful, in fact. So he never spoke of it. Never spoke of being attracted more to the boy next door than the girl. Never spoke of the fact that aside from his wedding night, years ago, he’d never had sex. He couldn’t. Not with her. Not with any her. Everything about that line made me go feral. Literally everything. I couldn't breathe properly. I had to put my phone down and walk the fuck away.

“Send him in.” Voice professional, practiced, despite the lurch in his gut. His brain, his heart, his soul all screamed louder, arguing their own points. Waging their violent war within him. // As always, the sight of him quieted them all. YES THIS IS WHAT THEY'RE ABOUT?!! Either they heighten each others violence or they calm each other's storms. There is no other way!

Jason Grace’s breath was hot on his hand. His voice matched Percy’s, “You will be my ruination.” // “You are already mine.” Then Percy lunged forward, capturing his lips. Oh gods I'm going to screaaaammmmmmm. This is all I have the ability to say on this matter:

Annabeth’s lips pursed, “I love Percy.” She took another step forward, Piper was almost completely pressed against her teaching desk. She dropped Piper’s hands to cup her face, and Piper’s eyes fluttered closed in response. “But not like I love you.” no no no no no no no no no they're so soft I need to lie down

“I would gladly destroy myself for you, moya solnishka.” *googles the term of endearment* LITTLE SUN LITTLE SUN????????? Gretchen who do you think you are????????????? Have you got an assassin to kill me?!? Because you are breaking me without getting your hands dirty

She didn’t have to say where. Piper knew. The place they’d always meet at. That secret place, filled with their sin. Their secrets. Their agonized love. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT HURTS OKAY the fact that they have to hide makes me want to murder a lot of people

“No. It’s alright, sweetheart. You don’t need to apologize for your feelings, ever.” SWEETHEART?!?!?!?!!

Percy was leaning against one of the pillars on the porch. He was beautiful; Jason had yet to see a time where he wasn’t. Shining green eyes, so painfully alive, that black hair Jason knew he frequently fought with to make it ‘work appropriate’. The lean, toned body that Jason often found himself staring at, or thinking of. This description straight up put a bullet through my brain. I no longer have any will to live because I will never read such a beautiful piece of writing ever again. Shakespeare who??? Also lmaooo why do I get the feeling Jason will never see Percy as not beautiful?!?! Baby you in love love

But there was something about Jason Grace under the moon and her stars that was absolutely breathtaking. You want to see what I did when I read this? I am OBSESSED with the idea that the moon owns the stars. She [the moon] is🥺

Percy stared at him for a beat of bated breath before lunging at him. Jason laughed as his back collided with the mattress. THEY'RE SO CUTE YOUR HONOUR PLEASE LET THEM GET AWAY WITH MURDER also Jason laughing no ma'am I'm going to cry

Literally reached my image limit during this but oh gods and glory this was so fucking incredible. Gretchen my love I'm so glad I found you and you found me. You have forever made my life a better more wondrous place!

Sending so much love! Also wishing you luck and speedy writing vibes for your WIPs!

(and it dies) a million little times

Part 1 of 2:

For you I would ruin myself

I have to post something so I still feel like I'm accomplishing things while I write (what was going to just be the other half of this) the second part of this. And also while I wait for inspiration so strike for Protect You or Skate Into My Heart because I promise I haven't given up but I have commITMENT ISSUES LEAVE ME ALONE

ANYWAY this is for@the-love-yourself-journal (or I guess @perseusjackson-jasongrace) who is the literal queen of Jercy idc. She got me to ship them in the first place so thanks babe

Ps Percy isn't white because canon Percy isn't white fight me

It felt wrong, hiding such a secret from her. He and Annabeth had always been honest with each other, it was why they had been drawn together from the moment they met.

She was definitely the best marriage option he had seen. Despite that, despite being able to converse with each other in a way that most married couples they knew could not, there was something missing.

When he’d met the blonde-haired boy, he realized what it was.

Laughing blue eyes, annoyingly perfect teeth.

He couldn’t tell her. At best, she’d laugh, then ignore it. At worst, she’d tell everyone, and he couldn’t imagine what would happen to him then.

A horrific death on the street, most likely, followed by a long, agonizing stay in Hell for his sins.

A small, faded scar on his upper lip from his childhood.

Percy was sitting at his desk in his office, pretending to work while actually waiting for him to appear. As always before he actually showed up, Percy’s mind ran rampant. His own brain spat insults at him, his gut twisted at what he was doing. What he was doing to Annabeth. His heart screamed at him for not being able to stop himself, from not fighting harder to go back to being in love with Annabeth, despite knowing he’d never been. His soul longed for its other half.

The way his nose would scrunch when he laughed, the laugh only Percy could draw out of him.

Percy shifted in his chair. His tie was too tight around his neck, he was going to suffocate. Maybe he should. The clock continued ticking, as it always did.

The feel of his hands, on his face, his hips, his back.

“He is here to see you, Mr. Jackson.”

“Send him in.” Voice professional, practiced, despite the lurch in his gut. His brain, his heart, his soul all screamed louder, arguing their own points. Waging their violent war within him.

As always, the sight of him quieted them all.

Percy stood, adjusting his tie, and made his way over to the man leaning against his now closed door. His throat bobbed as Percy approached.

Percy lifted a hand and traced that scar, his voice barely above total silence, “I’ve missed you.”

Jason Grace’s breath was hot on his hand. His voice matched Percy’s, “You will be my ruination.”

“You are already mine.” Then Percy lunged forward, capturing his lips.

Looks like his soul had won this one. Again.

~~~~~

Piper McLean fidgeted uncomfortably with the hem of her skirt. She’d ruined many perfectly good skirts like this. Sitting. Waiting.

“Sooner or later you’re going to completely unravel one of those.” Piper looked up and was met with gray eyes. The same gray eyes that had been staring at her all day. She’d been staring right back.

“The children’s break is short,” Piper murmured back, standing from her stool.

“Indeed,” Annabeth replied, moving forward to take Piper’s hands.

“What are we doing?” Piper’s voice was hoarse, scratchy. “We have husbands.”

“Indeed.” Was all Annabeth said again, her grip on Piper’s hands tightening.

“I love Jason,” Piper said, mostly to herself.

Piper opened her eyes, “We are going to destroy each other.”

“I would gladly destroy myself for you, moya solnishka.”

“Don’t you feel bad?” The distress in Piper’s voice forced Annabeth to pull back. Her eyes held a level of concern that made Piper’s breath catch.

“I do,” She conceded after a moment of silence, “For lying to Percy. For lying to everyone in my life. For having to hide you. For having to hide us. But I do not feel bad for loving you.” Her voice held a note of desperation, she was begging Piper to understand. “Do you?”

Piper didn’t respond for a beat too long, Annabeth pulled further away, her face flushed.

Their time was up, the laughter of the children echoed through the schoolhouse as they returned.

“I’m sorry,” Piper said.

Annabeth shook her head, “No, Piper. I’m sorry.” Her eyes were miserable, “Forgive me.”

For what? Piper tried to ask but the lump in her throat stopped her.

“I have ruined you,” Annabeth said simply. “I am forcing you to go along with my sins.” Her back was straight, her face was empty, but Piper could see how hard she was fighting to keep it that way.

Piper shook her head but Annabeth didn’t see it, she was walking out of the door already.

Oh, gods. What had she done?

~~~~~

“How was your day?” Jason asked his tone the same forced lightness it had been for months.

“It was good! Nothing out of the ordinary.” Her tone was the same.

Jason nodded from his seat at the couch, “Good. That’s very good.”

“What about you?” Piper’s hands were shaking as she laid the plates on the table.

“My day was the same,” Jason said as he slid into a chair at the table.

Piper looked at him for a long moment and came to a decision.

“Jason?” She asked, clutching her fork tightly.

“Yes?” He looked up from his plate.

“I would like to visit a friend after dinner.”

Jason nodded, “Of course. I’ll invite over one of my coworkers while you’re gone.”

As they resumed their meal, they seemed lighter than they had all evening.

~~~~~

Piper knew she couldn’t very well just appear on Annabeth’s doorstep, so after she washed the evening dishes she called her.

Her fingers were heavy as she slid the ring to dial the numbers she had long ago memorized.

Piper’s hopes were answered when Annabeth was the one to pick up the phone.

“Annabeth,” She was breathless. “I-” She remembered Jason and her voice dropped low, “I need to see you.”

Annabeth was speechless and Piper wished she could see her face, “May I see you?”

Annabeth’s voice was just as low with an edge Piper couldn’t name, “Yes. Yes. Meet me.”

She didn’t have to say where. Piper knew. The place they’d always meet at. That secret place, filled with their sin. Their secrets. Their agonized love.

Piper hurriedly stuck the phone back in its place and pulled her coat over her shoulders. She kissed Jason on the cheek and was out the front door before he could respond.

~~~~~

Jason sat, bouncing his leg until Piper had been gone for long enough. (It may not have even been long enough, it was just until he could not wait any longer.)

He raced to the phone and dialed the number engraved on his heart.

“Hello?” Percy asked. Thank god. Jason hadn’t thought of a decent excuse to give Annabeth if she’d been the one to answer.

“Can you get away tonight?” Jason asked.

Percy waited for a beat, as if in thought, before responding. “Yes, I can.”

Jason smiled, “Piper is out for the evening. You could come here.”

“I’m on my way.” Jason laughed at how quickly the words fell out of his mouth and the hurried click signifying he hung up.

~~~~~~

Annabeth trailed her lips up the column of Piper’s throat, and breathed deeply through her nose, “Is that a new perfume?” They were in their spot, a dark, shadowy corner in between two factories, hidden away from the rest of the world.

Piper dug her fingers into Annabeth’s shoulders, “Yes,” She knew what Annabeth wanted to ask, but knew she wasn’t going to put Piper in that place. “It’s for you.”

Annabeth froze and pulled an inch away from her spot on Piper’s jaw. “It smells good,” Her voice was hoarse and she resumed her ministrations along Piper’s jawline.

“Annabeth, about this morning-” Annabeth cut her off, shaking her head.

“No. It’s alright, sweetheart. You don’t need to apologize for your feelings, ever.”

“The rest of society would disagree.”

Annabeth understood her meaning and ducked her head to hide her face. “How long can we keep doing this?” Desperation.

“I don’t know,” Piper wrapped her arms around the other girl’s shoulders and pulled her flush against her.

Piper breathed deeply, feeling the warmth of Annabeth’s body, a stark contrast to the metal of the factory wall at her back. “All we can do is live in the moment.” Piper pulled Annabeth’s face away from her neck. “Damn the rest to hell.”

Annabeth nodded, “Damn the rest to hell.” Then they were kissing again.

~~~~~~~

When the doorbell rang Jason raced to answer it, feeling like an excited puppy.

Percy was surveying the neighborhood, the picture of unruffled aside from the tightness in his lips. When he heard Jason open the door, that tightness vanished, replaced instead by the grin that Jason had fallen in love with in the first place.

Whoa. Reel that back in. Calm down, Grace. No love here. Just a drug that always gave him the high he needed. No love. That makes it too serious. This is harmless fun. Well, not harmless.

“Jason?” Percy interrupted his spiral and Jason realized he’d been staring silently, that he hadn’t let Percy inside.

He shook his head, “Sorry.” He stepped back, opening the door wider. Percy walked in and threw himself on the couch, looking perfectly content and at home. As if what they were doing wouldn’t result in pain, physical and emotional.

He could always go back, he reminded himself. There was always an out. He was addicted to the poison that was Percy Jackson, but he could always escape.

The click of the door closing was a death sentence.

He could always get out, right?

~~~~~~~

It had been a few days since Annabeth and Piper had seen each other, the two women were teachers at the same school, yet they always seemed to miss each other. In the hallways, the break room, before and after classes, they could never catch more than fleeting glances and the swish of hair and hips around a corner. Annabeth was determined to change this.

She saw a flash of brown hair that she immediately registered as Piper, glancing at the clock to make sure she had enough time before her students were expecting her, she nearly sprinted after the other girl.

Piper was leaning against the wall when Annabeth found her, grinning. Her eyes, shards of multicolored glass Annabeth always found herself drowning in, were glittering in the harsh light. Annabeth stalked closer and Piper’s grin didn’t fade.

“Oh no,” She drawled, leaning enough to rest a hand in the curve of Annabeth’s waist, attempting to tug her forward. “You caught me.” Annabeth couldn’t resist Piper’s smile and met it with her own, the smile she only gave Piper. “What will I, this poor damsel, do?”

This was risky. This was really fucking risky. They were basically out in the open, where another teacher or staff member or even the students could easily find them.

Piper reached up and drew the pad of her finger against that crease in Annabeth’s brow and Annabeth knew she was done for. Piper smiled, this one soft and adoring, and Annabeth melted through the floor.

Annabeth gave up on trying to stay as unaffected as possible, pressing her lips to Piper’s. Piper pressed herself closer as if she was trying to mold them into one person. The soft, smooth contours of Piper against Annabeth’s sharp, hard edges of Annabeth was like some kind of poetry. It was probably a metaphor about who they were as people, blah blah blah. She didn’t have time to think about damn metaphors. Not while Piper was here, kissing her like she actually wanted this. Like she’d do anything to keep this. Annabeth knew it wasn’t true, knew Piper wouldn’t ruin her life for this. (She didn’t blame her, but it was nice to pretend sometimes)

Piper smiled into the kiss and mumbled, “This is nothing like how the fairytales normally go.” Annabeth let out a surprised laugh.

Piper pulled away, staring unflinchingly into Annabeth’s eyes, the storms she was responsible for keeping at bay. “Gods,” She turned her head and Annabeth had no idea where this was going with this. “This is better than any of those fairy tales.” Then she moved, winding her hands into Annabeth’s hair, and kissed her again.

Gods, she’d fallen for this girl. She had no idea when it had happened. Maybe 30 seconds ago, maybe the first time they’d met, three years ago. Maybe it was when Percy was on business trips, which meant that Annabeth could work without anyone to make her sleep, eat or anything ‘healthy’ and Piper would come over. Make her take breaks from her work. Listen to Annabeth rant about things she knew she didn’t understand. Annabeth had so many plans, to escape this hell town, fight for her rights, build something permanent somewhere she loves with someone she loves and be unafraid to live. She also had even more impossible dreams; to build something. Piper humored her, always listened to her, attention never wavering. It was more than Annabeth could ever ask for.

She was more than Annabeth could ever ask for.

Annabeth pulled away, telling her as much and something flashed in those kaleidoscope eyes but she didn’t respond.

“Piper?” Hazel’s voice echoed into the hallway they were in. Piper leaped off of her, hurrying to straighten herself.

Hazel rounded the corner right as Piper and Annabeth had gotten themselves together.

The woman smiled at them and looked at Piper when she spoke, “Leo needs to see you,” Piper opened her mouth but Hazel cut her off, “I have no idea why.”

"Okay, thanks," Piper said, definitely too out of breath for it to be anything but suspicious. Piper hesitated a second longer, fighting to not look back at Annabeth but finally, she walked off.

Annabeth smiled awkwardly at Hazel and the other girl grinned but it quickly turned somber, "I don't know what you're doing, Annabeth." She shook her head, "I don't want to know. But I want you to know this," She stepped forward and clasped the other girl's hands in hers. "I care about you. I care about Piper. Be careful, please." Her wide gold eyes were begging, "Be careful, Annabeth."

"I'm trying," Annabeth tried to say but it came out a choked whisper. "I'm trying."

Hazel nodded and leaned forward so they were touching foreheads. "I'm scared for you."

Annabeth wanted to reassure her, but the words got caught in her throat. They both knew Annabeth couldn't promise anything.

~~~~~

Percy was staring at Jason.

This wasn't a rare occurrence, the opposite, actually. Percy could often be found staring at Jason.

But there was something about Jason Grace under the moon and her stars that was absolutely breathtaking.

His head was tilted back, eyes closed, breathing deeply, a small smile on his lips. The starlight seemed to wrap around him, shielding him from the world, announcing him as one of them. His blonde hair was damp from their earlier shower and the moonlight danced through the silky strands. Gods, Percy thought, taking him in, he's ethereal.

He was leaning back on his hands, ankles crossed over the edge of his porch.

They were in Jason's backyard, sharing a smoke; Percy took a long drag, trying to ground himself. Piper would surely be back soon, he didn't have much longer. He needed to come back to earth and distance himself from the star that was Jason Grace.

When Jason's eyes fluttered open and he turned those crystal-blue masterpieces on him, his smile growing into something wide and soft and fond, Percy knew he was done for. Fuck coming back to earth.

Jason reached over, and plucked the cigarette from between Percy's lips, and brought it to his own. He leaned back to stare at the sky again and Percy leaned sideways until his head was pillowed in Jason's lap.

Jason kept one hand on the deck to prop himself up and ground the cigarette out, dropping it to comb his free hand through Percy's hair.

"We should leave," Percy said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence.

Jason's hand stilled briefly. "What?"

"Leave town, together."

"Where would we go?" He didn't sound angry (thank the gods), he kept his voice soft, but Percy could hear that note of disbelief.

"Anywhere," Percy replied and Jason huffed a laugh above him.

"That's not much of a plan. Besides, we have lives here."

"You're all I need," Percy said, way too sincerely, tracing a pattern on Jason's knee with his index finger.

Jason's hand stilled again and Percy cursed himself and everything that existed to make him say that. Now I've scared him away, Percy thought bitterly and got off Jason's lap.

Jason was staring at him with a look Percy couldn't decipher, his lips parted slightly. Percy wanted to kiss him; this wasn't the time to kiss him. Keep it together.

"Perce-"

"Jason!" Piper's voice carried out the back door and wrapped around the two of them like a vice.

Jason went considerably pale and Percy stood up. "I'll see you whenever I see you?" Percy said.

Jason just nodded, still staring at him.

Percy opened the backdoor and stepped inside, saying a brief 'hello' and 'goodbye' to Piper before finally making it back to his car.

He slammed his hands on the hood and cursed, "Stupid, Jackson. That was stupid." he opened the car door with considerably more force than necessary and sat down heavily. "Fucking idiot." And now he had to go home to Annabeth and pretend nothing was wrong. Great.

~~~~~

It started with the notes. Sticky notes with slurs scrawled on them (against his race, his orientation, anything they could get a hand on), in horrible handwriting, stuck to his desk at work. Jason didn't mention any, but when he took his coat off and draped it on Percy's couch, one fell out, crumpled as if Jason had furiously shoved it in his pocket.

Percy had picked it up, saw what was written there, and knew that this wasn't a coincidence. Someone knew. Someone knew about them and wasn't very happy about it.

He'd briefly wondered if it was Annabeth, but no, she didn't seem to be angry at him or disgusted, but she had been colder lately. When the notes started appearing in places that weren't as public as his desk, Percy got more concerned.

He still hadn't talked to Jason about it; the notes and what had transpired on Jason's porch either.

They'd elevated too. Notes in his car, calling him a disgrace to his family and god. But Percy wasn't as worried as he probably should've been. After all, this person was hiding behind ink and paper, if they had something to say, they could do it to his face.

But when they started threatening him, Percy finally spoke to Jason about it.

"Have you been getting notes?" He asked.

Jason was sprawled on Percy's bed, sans shirt, arm thrown over his eyes as if shielding him from the light.

Percy himself was sprawled next to Jason, head on his chest, legs twined together.

Jason peered down at him, blinking wearily. His glasses were sitting on the side table. "What?"

"Notes," Percy said as if this explained everything. "That are calling you-" He swallowed and Jason's eyes tracked the movement.

"Yeah," Jason said finally. "I haven't been too concerned." A lie. If Percy knew Jason at all (and he did) the other boy had been worrying himself to death over this, afraid to tell anybody, panicking and overthinking alone. The thought made Percy's chest ache.

"I wasn't going to mention it," Jason said.

"Me either, but this recent one," He trailed off, already doubting if he should be worrying Jason over this. But it did technically involve him.

Percy pushed off of Jason and the other boy made a whining noise in the back of his throat. Percy grinned as Jason flushed in embarrassment.

Percy pulled the crumpled note out of his discarded jacket and read aloud to Jason, who was still on the bed, "I know all about your illicit affairs-"

"Oh, how proper."

Percy snorted, "Tell me about it." He cleared his throat, "Anyway. -with Jason Grace." Jason stiffened. They knew his name. "If you don't do what I want I will tell Annabeth and Piper all about it. And maybe more than just the two of them, too.”

“Mhmm. And we believe them?”

“I’m not sure,” Percy said tossing the note onto the nightstand and belly-flopping onto the bed next to Jason.

“If you did, you wouldn’t be here,” Jason said, practically.

“And how do you know that?”

“Because I know you.”

Percy smiled, "Yeah, I guess you do."

Jason smiled back, only for a few seconds before his face fell; Percy felt his heart jump to his throat. "What are we going to do?"

"You already have an idea," Percy said, staring at him.

"You're not going to like it."

Percy sighed, "Let's hear it."

"We can't see each other."

Percy shot to his feet. "No! I'm not letting some heathen," He pointed angrily at the note. "Bully me into staying away from the man I love."

Jason went deathly still and Percy's brain finally caught up to what just happened.

"'Man you love'?" His voice was quiet and Percy didn't know how to read that.

"Yeah," Percy whispered. "Yes."

Jason wasn't looking at him and every second that passed, Percy felt his heart chipping away.

"I-" Jason swallowed and wet his lips. "I love you." His voice was hushed as if he was scared to be heard.

Percy stared at him for a beat of bated breath before lunging at him. Jason laughed as his back collided with the mattress.

Jason held Percy's face in his hands and looked him over, drinking everything in before kissing him.

The notes could wait.

#Gretchen writes #I am??????????????? In the grave???????????#Jercy #Pipabeth #Just read this #Illicit affairs #(and it dies) 1000000x #I bloody love fanfic authors

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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with the closing of empires on the horizon and kingdom collsions now (sadly) behind us I thought I'd give you guys an update on the fanfic writing front:

1. I am no longer continuing the vampire jercy au. Although I will not be deleting it altogether, there will be no new parts. I'm sorry to those of you who were looking forward to it, and I thank you so so so gratefully for the support those few chapters got.

2. The mafia AU is in (albeit slow) progress and while I can't give you time lines on when it'll be posted I can say with confidence that it will be posted (hopefully before the last quarter of the year is upon us)

3. I also have not forgotten about the awae-jercy au (how could I when it crossed my mind almost daily). that is still set to be a series of one shots but I haven't even begun on that so that's more likely to only show face towards the end of the year (unless I'm hit with a serious writing meteor— I would be eternally grateful but I can't see this happening)

4. I will continue to post one shots and convert you all to various crackships as the year races by. And of course there's always some form of ("poetic") headcanon awaiting behind the next song obsession, or hard hitting quote, or just my wild brain.

5. As always my loves, thank you for the continued unrelenting support. I cannot survive without you.

6. Support your local fanfic authors with comments and heart eyes at every opportunity. We could all do with a little encouragement (especially when every social media algorithm seems to work against us)

#PJJG fanfic #PJJG fanfic update #Ciara's Convos

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letpercylive · 4 years ago

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i said this on m twitter but im saying it again here simply bc i want to: jason grace is gay. why do i say that, you ask? here’s why.

jason has literally grown up his entire life being told who he is: son of jupiter, the golden boy, the most powerful and most important demigod (thats what was instilled in him not my opinion). he has almost never stopped to question his identity and who he is because he just genuinely believes this is who he is and this is how the world works. its all hes ever known. i dont think he ever stopped and asked himself "wait... do i even like girls?" because in a heteronormative patriarchal society, you are literally raised being told who you are. and who is jason?

he is the son of jupiter, the golden boy, and he was raised to live up to his heritage and the leadership role that being the son of jupiter automatically came with at birth. he lived his life doing everything he was told to and followed authority without really questioning it because he was taught it as respect not undeniable acceptance of the ideals he was raised with.

i dont think he actually had romantic feelings for piper i do think they loved and cared about each other but not romantically. they honestly probably thought they did bc they woke up on a bus next to each other thinking they did, and being told they did, so they went w it and over time just believed that it was right and what was supposed to be. i think he Thought he liked her and just told himself he did and thats what the feelings he felt were because jason always went along w what he thought he was supposed to do and what he was told was right. thats just who he has always been, which is the direct opposite of percy who will question authority and the morals that people in power preach to him.

we all know jason wasnt written very deeply and theres a great possibility i am just projecting with this hc i pulled out of my ass so obviously this is just what i think, but im also making these connections to things i experienced w my own sexuality because i see a lot of similarities in his journey w my journey to discover my own identity. i was raised thinking what i taught was right and i just never asked myself if i even liked guys because i was always told about how i will have a husband and kids one day so questioning that felt like questioning every institution i was raised to believe in and ultimately the morals i was raised to put my faith in. i think the jealousy he often feels for percy goes a little deeper than them butting heads because theyre different and both think they need to be the leader (dont come @ me im not a jercie but WHEN YOU SAY BRO THAT MUCH WITH THAT MUCH TENSION... THERE JUST FEELS LIKE A LOT OF UNRESOLVED UNDERLYING UNSPOKEN THINGS and the way i see it that goes MUCH deeper and maybe thats just the ol “do i wanna be them or do i wanna be w them” gays have to live w but again this is just my perspective and connections to my own experiences).

i just think there is a lot of underlying lgbtq+ factors to jasons character but my main point is: if you grow up being told you are one person then you go along with it. but sometimes you never sit and question if thats really who you are because you never knew you even could. ok end of rant jason grace is gay TO ME and thats all that matters

#jason grace #pjo hc #hoo hc #pjo/hoo hc #gay jason grace #thats all #pjo/hoo #hoo hcs #my hcs #because i said so

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srirachafilledbees · 4 years ago

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1,3,6,8 & 14!! :DD

:o so many! thank you friend

1: if you could hit any character without repercussions, who would it be?

I don’t condone violence in any way irl but Jacob Black from twilight deserves to get beaten tf up 😤 if you’ve only seen the movies/don’t know what I’m talking about this passage says enough:

🤮🤮🤮 & that’s only 1 of a bunch of examples unfortunately smfh

3: characters you would marry in an instant?

If Rachel Elizabeth Dare asked me to marry her I’d simply have no choice but to accept, who am I to deny her anything? And I don’t feel like I know him well enough quite yet but I do be vibin with Shepard

(also I haven’t read The Hunger Games since middle school but I know used to be in love with Finnick Odair)

6: do you read fanfiction? If so, do you have any favorite authors or fics?

Yes I love fanfic! I don’t have any fav writers but some fics I’ve reread multiple times are Andromeda (jercy, fake dating), Hitchhiker (jasico, hurt/comfort I guess?), Take On Me (snowbaz, bookstore/college au, scottish!simon), and network connectivity problems (snowbaz, college au, lots of texting)

8: do you prefer happy, bittersweet, or sad endings?

I don’t think it matters to me as long as it was written well & with purpose. Every story that has hit me hard enough to bury itself in my soul for eternity has been bittersweet or sad but also most of the stories I grew up reading/watching/listening to were meant for younger audiences & have very happy endings and a lot of them are still Very dear to my heart <3

14: name a fandom, ship, or character that you love that others would send you hate mail for liking.

Steven Universe is and always will be one of my favorite shows, it’s still super popular but there are also tons of people who think su fans are the scum of the earth :/

Also symbrock is very 😳😳😳🥵🥵😍😫‼️ & that’s p standard on here but irl is a different story

From these questions :)

#asks

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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Cmaldloqlwndqlowjslqowjq I'VE BEEN HURTLED TO THE SUN!!!!

also this line: "Maybe I want you to put it on skewed. I like your brand of chaos. It's good for me to unbutton my sleeves every so often." ummmm ma'am I'm in physical pain with excitement I JUST KNOW if someone had said that to Percy (in canon) he would have married them on SIGHT! literally that's exactly what he needs to hear my heart is beating far too fast to be healthy

WIP Wednesday #3

"Sorry I'm late." Jason's shifting his weight, almost nervously— but that can't be, not with the low thrumming of his voice that steady— and for some reason, the way the light is hitting his face makes him look like he's blushing, too. "I couldn't find my glasses. Turns out I put them in the medicine cabinet before I showered, for some reason."

"Aww, don't tell me you got gussied up just for little old me," Percy says, smirking to hide the relief that he doesn't have to send in the hostage negotiators. The joke seems to lighten the mood, sort of, but something is just a hair off when Jason rolls his eyes, smirking back.

"Of course not. I couldn't care less about tonight. I just need to protect my straight-laced, clean-cut image, which is why I asked another guy to go with me five months in advance."

It's Percy's turn to roll his eyes, ignoring those little waves of confusing antsiness. He'll have time to obsess over it later.

"I should put your boutonniere on skewed. Give your outfit a little personality, see how long you can stand the imperfection before you're compelled by an unseen force to fix it."

(Not that Jason looks bad— quite the opposite. His tux is tailored to him, unlike Percy's rented number that's too long in the hems and too tight across the chest and shoulders. The suit itself is a light, cloudy gray, and together with the icy blue dress shirt and a tie and waistcoat in the same pale silver as his new frames, he looks healthy and pink enough that he might as well actually be blushing.

The jealousy burns hot and not quite unpleasant somewhere in Percy's middle— there's no way he looks that good, but at least he has a good-looking arm to hang off of.)

But then Jason's ears are going pinker and he's giving Percy what looks like a once-over, and the corner of his mouth turns up in something that's way too warm to be teasing.

"Maybe I want you to put it on skewed. I like your brand of chaos. It's good for me to unbutton my sleeves every so often."

"Challenge accepted," Percy replies, grinning, half as a way to deflect from how red his own ears feel (and his face and his neck and his chest and all of him, really). "At some point tonight, I'm getting you out of your shirt."

Of course, it takes a second for him to realize what just came out of his stupid mouth, but before he can blurt out an apology for making Jason go redder than an ill-prepared tourist who forgot to reapply before sunbathing—

"Found it!"

—his stepfather saves the day, bursting triumphantly into the living room with a beat-up Polaroid camera and several strands coming loose from his ponytail. Jason, seeming just as relieved by the interruption, enthusiastically accepts the one-armed hug.

-I wanna dance with somebody who loves me, in which Percy and Jason attend senior prom. Current wordcount: ~4100.

#Anyway if you ever share the full thing I am UNFATHOMABLY excited to see this #I bloody love fanfic authors #Pythia things #Jercy

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pallases · 5 years ago

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rules: spell out your url with song titles and tag ten people

— tagged by @herwndale @bella-swan and @jaenmoreau thank you all!

luck - american authors

unsteady - x ambassadors

conversations with my wife - jon bellion

i am not a robot - marina

everybody lost somebody - bleachers

hello my old heart - the oh hellos

empress - morningsiders

real estate - adam melchor

only the wild ones - dispatch

don’t throw out my legos - ajr

arms tonite- mother mother

lemon boy - cavetown

east - sleeping at last

tagging: @mareshkells @jercy @tarttdona @annalightwood @wespers @branstark @nazyalensky @sringvenkas @blafard @andrewminjard

#tag #just my newest mutuals!

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literallynothingbutvictuuri · 6 years ago

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Hello, loves! So, I recently saw another masterlist post like this and as I’ve written a fair number of victuuri fics, I thought it could be fun to make one as well!!

I’ve written 27 Victor/Yuuri fics (no other ships involved) and all of them (except for one) are complete! This list compiles all of them neatly together and I can give some author insight into my own personal favorites versus which ones are my most popular, etcetera.

The list will be compiled in alphabetical order! All relevant tags, ratings, author’s notes, and short(er) summaries will be shown in an organized manner.

If interested, click the read below! Much love to you all and I hope you’ll like one of them, maybe!!! ❤️❤️

KEY: ** = author’s favorite bolded = top 3 kudos’d IMG = embedded images in fic

Abstract Intuition ~ Teen/3.2k words ~ Introspection, Japanese Myths, Dreams vs. Reality ~ a/n: weird! loved writing it though ~ in which Yuuri understands more about himself than he thinks he does and believes in a Japanese supernatural being

Aegri somniavana ~ Teen/2.3k words ~ Major Character Death, Heavy Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Depression, Panic Attacks ~ a/n: sad! sad sad sad! if you don’t want to be sad, do not read this! ~ “The love of a half-dead heart will keep you half alive”

a blessing in disguise ~ Teen/WIP~ AUs: Fantasy & Royalty, Witch Curses, Fairy Tale Elements, Mutual Pining, Magic & Wizards, Light Angst, Fluff & Humor, Child Victor (at times) ~ a/n: one of my favorites concept-wise, will update one day! ~ Victor gets cursed. Yuuri does not. Yuuri most definitely feels like he is though.

can’t buy love, but you can try if you’re a ridiculous man like Victor Nikiforov ~ General/495 words ~ SAPPY, old victuuri ~ a/n: domestic victuuri makes me so soft :’’) ~ Victor loves spoiling his grandchildren.

Chair AU (series with 2 fics) ~ General/505 words ~ why ~ a/n: yes it’s that fic the terrible and infamous chair au, yes i wrote that, yes i am aware of its contents, yes it is ridiculous ~ yuuri is a chair

ethereal ~ General/877 words ~ Introspection, Canon Compliant ~ a/n: romantic drabble ~ realizations

even Time ~ Mature/18k words ~ Time Travel Fix-It With A Twist!, AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Poisoning, Depression, Complicated Relationships, Non-Linear Narrative ~ a/n: this was my 2nd yoi fic! there are two ways to read it (one chapter for each way). this is quite sad, but also… not ~ in which yuuri and victor get it wrong until time comes in and allows for them to get it right

finally ~ General/1.8k words ~ Mutual Pining, High School AU, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Oblivious Katsuki Yuuri, Fluff ~ a/n: ngl i wrote this so quickly and did not expect people to like it as much as they did ~ in which everyone got the memo that Yuuri and Victor are “totally dating” except for Yuuri

going places ~ Teen/1.2k words ~ Pre-Canon, AU- Canon Divergence, Self-Reflection, Adolescent Sexuality ~ a/n: my first fic!!!!!!!! i wrote this right after ep 3 was released, this was basically my take on how victor and yuuri knew each other before the reveal in ep 10 :3 ~ viktor remembers and yuuri helps

hearts beat ~ Teen/1.4k words ~ Introspection, Angst, Canon Compliant, Insecurity, set after the beginning of episode 12 ~ a/n: i wrote this for a friend actually :3 this isn’t as sad as people seem to think? like? it’s better afterward as seen in the show? people acting like i broke them up smh ~ Yuuri doesn’t see what Victor sees in him.

in sickness & in health ~ General/511 words ~ Sappy, Sickfic, Domestic ~ a/n: cute drabble :( ~ Yuuri takes care of his whiny and sick husband.

in sync ~ Teen/442 words ~ Introspection, Falling in Love ~ a/n: soft :( ~ heartbeat

inevitable ~ Teen/972 words ~ True Love, Domestic, Insecurity, Sappy Fluff ~ a/n: this is probably my favorite work for domestic victuuri ~ Victor had a bad day and comes home and snaps at Yuuri. Cue little fight and makeup. :)

love (leaf) pile ~ General/354 words ~ Fluff, Victor is Extra ~ a/n: this one was so fun to write! ~ Yuuri shows Victor the glory that is jumping in leaf piles!!

love letters are too cliché ~ Teen/7.2k words ~ Pen Pals, Fluff, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Coming Out, College AU (sort of), Letters ~ a/n: this was definitely one that took a lot of me to write for some reason but i’m proud of how it ended up uwu ~ Viktor and Yuuri are pen pals. They both get more out of it than they originally thought.

moonstruck ~ General/712 words ~ Canon Compliant, True Love, Gentle Kissing ~ a/n: i think this was my first ever drabble? i was so soft when writing it ~ moon·struck (adjective): unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

Much To Do About Everything ~ Teen/24.8k words ~ Enemies to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Misunderstandings, Humor, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Fluff and Angst, Rivalry ~ a/n: this work is more dialogue heavy than my others and it was very fun to write that dialogue :) ~ Victor and Yuuri won’t stop complaining about each other. Phichit and Chris, being the wonderful best friends that they are, just want them to shut the hell up. Starfleet Academy/Star Trek/Much Ado About Nothing AU

**Pigeon Alley ~ IMG ~ Teen/35.5k words ~ Famous Actors Victuuri, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Insecurity, Implied/Referenced Alcoholism/Alcohol Abuse, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Non-Linear Narrative, Friends to Lovers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Media Attention ~ a/n: one of my personal favorites, writing this fic helped me in more ways than one ~ What’s meant to be will always find a way. Victor and Yuuri? They’re meant to be.

the rain before the rainbow ~ IMG ~ Teen/7.6k words ~ ANXIETY, Anxiety Attacks, Insecurity, Introspection, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Lack of Communication, Sick Makkachin ~ a/n: one of my more emotionally taxing fics honestly but working with Bee was so fun ~ Yuuri is anxious about marrying Victor.

recovery & the sun ~ Teen/1.2k words ~ Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Character Study, Recovery, Drabble ~ a/n: one of my my darkest fics (if not the darkest) and also one where i wrote it just to project some of my own feelings ~ Yuuri understood in a way that Victor had never expected, had never even hoped.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy ~ Explicit/1.7k words ~ Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, basically Yuuri rides Victor while Victor wears a cowboy hat, kind of a crack fic? ~ a/n: fjfjfjfjfjfjjfjfjjfj why ~ When Victor receives a cowboy hat from a fan, Yuuri may or may not want to devastate him.

strength ~ Teen/1.1k words ~ Gender Dysphoria, Trans Katsuki Yuuri, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Established Relationship ~ a/n: so this fic haunts me bc i think i misinterpreted the prompt wrong (didn’t see the “him” at the end there) and a big part of me wishes i wrote yuuri as a trans GUY and i feel bad whenever i think about this fic but some people liked it and yeah ~ Yuuri feels dysphoric and Victor comforts her.

sunflower ~ Teen/1.2k words ~ Slight Angst, Introspection, Femininity, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Fluff, Sappy ~ a/n: one of my fave drabbles! uwu~ Yuuri realizes it’s okay to like wearing dresses.

touch ~ General/439 words ~ True Love, Anxiety ~ a/n: this is also another one of my fave drabbles ~ Viktor and Yuuri express their love through touch.

**The Universe’s Secrets ~ IMG ~ General/5.3k words ~ Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Sappy, Introspection, Canon Compliant, Tension, Relationship Study, Developing Relationship ~ a/n: another fic that took a lot of me but i’m proud of writing and ALSO another fic where i very much enjoyed working with jercy~ 3 times Victor smiles at Yuuri + 3 times Yuuri smiles at Victor.

The World Opened With You ~ IMG ~ Teen/10.6k words ~ Famous Victuuri, Violinist Victor, Pianist Yuuri, Musician AU, Depression, Family Issues, Sappy, Introspection ~ a/n: this fic really popped off huh !! i honestly never expected it to and it meant a lot that it did and thank you STILL nikai for making gorgeous artwork, i really loved working with him too :( ~ Victor and Yuuri are paired up to play a duet together. More things come from it than expected.

#mine #victuuri #viktuuri #yoi #yuri on ice #fic rec #honest to god i started making this months ago like i saw that masterlist recently months ago but have just now finished it and yeet #i was gonna finish it when i had completed all my fics but idk when i'll finish a blessing in disguise so

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water-you-doing-bro · 2 years ago

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Hello hello friends!!!!

I would love to take writing requests!

This blog is specifically for pjo/hoo things, so if you want to request anything else, head over to my main blog @invalid-author ^-^

Rules!

I'm not squeamish, so gore and violence is fine to request! However, I am asexual and sex-repulsed so I ask that you refrain from asking for or submitting anything ✨️raunchy✨️ lol

I'm not particularly fond of reading or writing /reader (or 2nd person narration), so I generally would prefer if you didn't submit requests for those 😅

I have not read the entirety of ToA, but I made it through most of Burning Maze before essentially rage-quitting lmao

In terms of ships, I adore percabeth, but I'm not against the occasional percico or jercy lol I also love poly ships so go wild! If you're ever not sure about requesting a specific ship, feel free to send me an ask off anon and I can let you know if I'd be okay writing it in private, or send one in on anon and I'll answer the same way ^-^

You can be as specific or vague as you want in your request!

Please only send in requests related to pjo/hoo ect here! As mentioned above, if you want to request from something else, send in an ask on my main blog @invalid-author

I also have Supernatural and Criminal Minds specific sideblogs if you'd like to head over there for either of those fandoms! It's @demons-i-get (spn) and @pretty-boy-baby-girl (cm)

Other Info!

I am not afraid of the block button and I will not answer hate, it will simply be deleted. If I can't tell if you're being rude/mean, I will answer expressing my confusion (privately if you're off-anon) and I will do my best not to jump to conclusions.

I'm a pretty chill person so don't be afraid to talk to me! I love interacting with yall ^-^

I do have a bit of a potty mouth, fair warning

All my writing (including hcs) can be found under the tag #eliot writes on this and my other blog

Asks will be tagged #eliot answers

Any requests done off anon will be @ -ed in the post once I've written it up and requests on anon will include a link back to the ask once posted

Any writing done for a request will be tagged #fulfilling a request alongside #eliot writes

I think that's it! If I think of anything else, I'll update this post ^-^

#eliot talks #writing requests #eliot writes #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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takaraphoenix · 4 years ago

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hey it's me, the number 14 anon, and yeah I fully agree with you. I wanted to ask bc there's some pretty good lesbian jercy content on ao3 rn and I think the author mentioned wanting to write lesbian nicercy sometime soon as well, and was curious to see if you read that personally. Author is leafiest_groves on ao3, if ur curious, and yeah ur lesbian nicercy is why I went looking for more f/f versions of nicercy and jercy (which happen to be some of ur tops, last I checked) Lysm phoe <3

Hello again! ;) To start this one from the end, thanks for the love and yes you did get that right, Nicercy and Jercy are my two favorite PJO ships! ^^

I don’t read that personally, but that is also due to the fact that I don’t read in the PJO fandom anymore in general. My investment has been gradually fading for the past years to the point that yeah I’m definitely invested enough to create worlds to my image, but I’m not invested enough to struggle with trying to find fics, spending hours and hours reading with the risk of getting disappointed in the end. I’m generally not a huge reader so that factors in too, I very rarely get invested enough in things to go and read fics for them and in this case it’s that I am no longer at that point.

I do expect to end up there again when the tv show hits and injects me with new want though. So who knows.

#PJOverse #Nicercy #Jercy #Shipping #Genderbending #Anonymous

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thebluesideofmyworld · 7 years ago

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“Who are you?” - A Jercy Drabble

Summary: “Who are you?” Jason finally asks Percy that afternoon, when they are sitting by the lake. Side by side and the few inches between them feel like too far. Percy glances at him. The soft smile on his lips makes Jason want to trace it with his finger. “You know who I am,” Percy says. “Maybe,” Jason says

(Word Count: 800 words | Rating: Teen and Up Audiences | Read on AO3)

Author’s Notes: Based on the song Who are You by Aquilo

Who are you?

That sounds so much like a stupid question. Because who would even question who Percy is?

Percy Jackson, The Son of Poseidon. The one who saved the world, but turned down the offer of being immortal.

Percy Jackson is simply, The Legend.

But who are you?

Oh, how Jason really wants to know.

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Who are you?

It‘s a warm night in late Summer.

The night is dark but the fire was bright. Lights and shadows are like dancing over Percy’s face.

Jason is not good with names and faces but those green eyes with that small smirk, will never be just a face, will never be just a name.

Percy starts to sing along, a little bit off-scale and his eyes were twinkling. Then Jason suddenly feels like he’s known Percy even before they met. Like Percy is that single piece of a broken dream that once was missing.

Percy catches him staring.

He smiles warmly at Jason, and Jason wants to freeze the smile into a solid piece of memory, so that he can carry it with him forever.

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Who are you?

“Hey, Jason!”

His head snaps to where the voice came from. Percy waved at him from where he is sitting on the table for the Poseidon cabin. Percy smiles at him. Percy smiles at him like the way the sea smiles back at the sky on a bright summer day. And without even thinking, he smiles back. Without even thinking, he walks to where Percy was sitting, just like how sunflowers turn to where the sun is.

“Hey,” Jason says once he gets to Percy’s table.

“How is it going?” Percy asks. He shifts on his bench, giving the space for Jason to sit next to him.

“Good,” Jason says as he takes the offered seat. He looks at Percy.

At the smile that still lingers on his lips. At the lights that still twinkle in his eyes.

“Good,” Jason says again, nodding as the realization slowly seeping inside of him.

Things are good as long as he is with Percy.

Things are good as long as Percy is with him.

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Who are you?

Jason thought that he should have known Percy. But he still wants to be the one who knows better, who knows best about Percy.

Probably that’s the reason why Jason’s eyes always stay a little too long at Percy.

Why Jason always tries to listen more when it’s Percy who’s talking, laughing, singing.

Why the friendly touches between them always linger a beat too long.

But never enough.

They never feel enough.

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“Who are you?”

Jason finally asks Percy that afternoon, when they are sitting by the lake.

Side by side and the few inches between them feel like too far.

Percy glances at him. The soft smile on his lips makes Jason want to trace it with his finger.

“You know who I am,” Percy says.

“Maybe,” Jason says.

Maybe.

Maybe Jason knows him and Jason can come up with so many definitions, adjectives and maybe even some prose and poetries, just to tell people who Percy is.

“I know who you are to the world,” Jason says.

He ducks his head down, watching their distorted reflections on the water. He takes a deep breath and it’s like his heart is too big for his chest when he lifts his head up. He turns his head to Percy.

“But who are you to me?”

Percy turns his head and holds his eyes at Jason.

Jason stares back at those green eyes, so green and deep like the ocean.

The ocean eyes where Jason will jump in to, get drown into, without even blinking an eye.

“Who am I to you?” Percy asks him back, this time voice barely above a whisper.

Jason wonders whether it’s really a longing feeling that he is seeing in Percy’s eyes.

He carefully cradles Percy’s cheek in his hand.

“You’re the one I will run to without even thinking,” Jason says, gently tracing his thumb over Percy’s cheekbone.

Percy closes his eyes. His long eyelashes paint a shadow over his cheeks.

He opens his eyes back and when their eyes meet, Jason knows now how he has fallen, fallen so fast and deep in love with him.

“I will run to you too,” Percy whispers.

Jason’s heart is in his throat as he slowly, slowly leaning forward.

A bit closer.

Percy’s breath is warm, ghosting over the patch of skin above Jason’s lips.

“We’ll run together then,” Jason says.

Percy’s hand flies to hold the back of Jason’s head.

“Is it who I am to you?” Percy asks.

Jason nods and their lips are half an inch apart.

“To me you are you, and I’ll run to the end of the world with you.”

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(Likes, reblogs and feedbacks are always loved and highly appreciated :D)

#Jercy #Percy Jackson #Jason Grace #pjo #pjo fanfic #this is what happens when youget too attached to a song #BUT THE SONG IS JUST TOO BEAUTIFUL #hi hello I write a JERCY thing #it shouldn't be so much of a surprise though #I can't choose between Percabeth Cartercy or Jercy

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just-an-animatronic-bunny · 4 years ago

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ignore my birth name lmao but im the wrong fucking bitch to say that to

i legit went to sleep at like 5 am bc my anxiety and depression wouldnt stfu so i read a full 18 chapter jercy apocalypse au fanfic with a million fucking paragraphs in each chapter and a very disappointing ending bc the author discontinued it in 2017 (this was the 3rd time i read it bc its a really good book) just to distract myself from my thoughts and then went to sleep with a yagami yato sleep aid bc thats the only way i can actually go to sleep anymore

try me bitch

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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Kingdom Collisions II

I've just finished a book and it made me cry so happily I thought I'd post a fanfic to commemorate it. Also I'm probably going to start an AWAE/AoGG account soon because I cannot fathom living my life without a space dedicated to my darling loves. Anyway that isn't relevant to the post. This is just a fun little fic I've been writing on the side to try incorporate more descriptions into my writing (I'm a known dialogue whore). I see fit to write it whenever I feel like, so updates may be far and few between, however I do hope you enjoy whatever does come out. I adore this moody ansgty side to jercy. It's been fun to explore.

Masterlist, cat-eye aquamarine

Leave me alone.

[we have known loneliness forever]

Why did I ever agree to this?

[so we do not quite know what it is like]

I never asked you to say yes!

[to want]

Fuck you.

[one another]

-lonliness is a two-sided conversation//badpoetry

Percy doesn't even look at his husband. Doesn't acknowledge his perfect hair, or blazing eyes, or how close they're sitting. He just stares directly out the car window, arms folded across his chest. The rolling hills and wild lavender dance past his vision as the car bounces along the gravel road. They are almost to their destination, to solid ground and quiet, peace. Despite the circumstances he is excited to be back at the cabin his family has owned for so many years. He relishes in the fact that he can escape somewhere that is untainted by the rest of his life. Throngs of people, and public demand, and never ending scrutiny.

He is nothing short of pissed that he has to share his safe place with someone he despises so sweetly it is honey on his tongue to talk to them. But his mother had insisted if they were to act like a married couple they would have to go on a honeymoon and he had only agreed if he could choose the place. She wanted to send them to some private beach in Spain where they could pretend to be alone, oblivious to the paparazzi that were sure to follow, and the people who wanted to meet not one but two crown princes. It was his final stance that if he were being forced to spend time with his husband, it would at least be where he could enjoy it.

"Prince," A crackling voice says through the speakers.

Percy clicks a button on the arm rest, "Yes Mr James?"

"The security team has secured the area, would you like us to drop the bags off before you head inside or after?"

"Whenever suits you Mr James, I'm going for a walk."

Jason who had since then, fallen asleep, jolts awake as they go over a particularly bumpy area.

"And your husband Prince?"

"Ask him yourself, I'm sure he has much to say on the matter." Percy huffs, turning away.

"Prince Grace,"

Jason glares at Percy unimpressed with his dismissal and his rudeness towards the driver.

"Yes James sir?"

"Would you like your bags dropped off before or after you enter the area?"

"Before please, I feel it will help me settle in much easier if everything is already there."

Percy wants to scoff, who talks like that? This pretentious, stuck-up, goodie two-shoes is who. He wants to stick his tongue out, settle their rivalry like five year olds battling to see who can scowl for longer. Mostly, desperately he just wants to get out of this damn car. His leg bounces in time with the bumps, and his hands fidget in his lap. For all his princely training nobody ever managed to get him to sit perfectly still. His mother had finally given up and started carrying drawing pads and pencils wherever she went.

"Can you stop moving!" Jason growls.

"If it bothers you so much get out and walk." He spits back.

An eye roll is the reply but by then the car finally rumbles to a stop and a security detail is opening their doors.

"Princes,"

"Thank you Madison, Arlo." He manages to grit before he stomps off down the path and disappears into the woods.

"Where are you going?" He hears his husband yell. He doesn't bother to reply, someone will tell the Prince.

He kicks at the dark soil and pulls breath after breath into his lungs. He needs to calm down. Just then his ears catch the soft bubbling of a stream and he heads in the direction of the noise. The woods are quiet and cool. A soft breeze flutters between velvety leaves and needled pines, stirring the undergrowth. He wants to become one with the trees, become a branch that sways in greeting and grows friends, and feels the wind wrapping around it every evening. He just wants to stop being human for a little while.

And then the stream is underneath him, soaking his fancy shoes and fine thread socks. He laughs, tugs them off and sits down in the middle of the cold, flowing water. He can feel it run into him like ice in his veins. He dips a finger in, then another, his whole hand and shudders at the smooth caress. It has been so long since he just got to be. Here in this little stream, pants soaking, hands turning blue he has never felt so faraway, out of his body. The world narrows to his fingertips, to the bead of water running down his ankle and joining its family once more. His brain is far and long forgotten, simply taking up space in his skull. He decides right then and there that if he ever comes back to this world he'll come back as a rock in the stream. To live in this beautiful, ever-moving world, where the cold is a kiss and you can never meet the same drop of water twice seems a good life indeed.

Just then he hears a rustle behind him. In an instant he’s on his feet, pulling a dagger from his suit jacket, a white-knuckled grip on the hilt.

"Whoever you are come out right now. I am not in the mood."

"Relax," A deep smooth voice says, "It's just me."

"Oh," He pulls his lips up in half disappointment, half relief it wasn't danger. "What do you want?"

"Mr James wants to know if you want five or ten of the guards here for the remainder of the time here."

"I want zero." He frowned, "I just want to be left in peace for the next few days."

"Well it's not an option so choose." Practical, always so practical.

"Leave five here, there's three other cabins about half a mile out on either side of ours that should be enough space. Everyone else can go home."

"Of course, I'll leave you to it then." Jason nods, stands there awkwardly for a moment longer and then disappears into the greenery once more.

Percy doesn't know what to do, doesn't know whether he should scream or cry or laugh.

He hadn't let himself think too hard about the events of the last few weeks. He had shoved every feeling but contempt and general dislike deep deep down into his cage and threw the key into the deepest parts of his ocean of thoughts. He wasn't sure he had the strength to unpack everything that had happened. When his mother had came to him all those weeks ago a heartbroken look in her eyes he knew whatever had happened would be nothing short of a disaster. Within the week he was promised to Crown Prince Jason Grace of Caelum and had been shoved into endless, meetings in which wedding arrangements and economic agreements had to be made.

He didn't even meet the Prince till the night before they were to be wed but by then Percy had despised the whole ordeal so intensely he hadn't any happiness or hope left in him to be kind to the Prince. And even if he did gave some it would have vanished completely upon their introduction. Jason looked at him with such calculating authority he had reminded Percy of an old tutor who thought children should be seen and not heard, and learn whatever was given to them without question. Jason had been stiff, and unyielding, and looked just as unhappy or even unhappier to be meeting him. At dinner Jason only spoke when spoken too, he didn't fidget even once, and worst of all he somehow still managed to charm his mother in about five seconds. One dimpled smile, and a cute story about his first time riding a horse and Queen Sally Jackson had accepted him as one of their own. Percy on the other hand was ignored the entire dinner, and on the walk in the gardens, at the insistence of his advisor, they hardly said two words to each other. Whether it was because Jason was lost in his own world or letting his displeasure for the whole ordeal simmer and burn into their company as Percy was he would never know. Either way the walk ended with a gruff, formal goodbye before they headed to their rooms.

Percy shuts out the politics of the arrangement and how his life has turned into this unrecognizable hurricane of chaos. He cups some of water in his hands and drops it over his curls. Letting it drip down his temples and catch on his collarbones. The coolness soothes him, as water has always done. Finally when his blood is no longer boiling with hidden anger he steps out of the stream, picking up his discarded shoes and socks and sinks into the earth with each step.

The cabin has a soft orange glow in the windows, and the many cars that escorted them have disappeared. He throws his belongings by the door, shucks his pants off and steps inside. The interior is just as he remembers it. Where the castle was dripping with opulence and royalty, the cabin was simple and stripped to the bare essentials. He had always loved the place. Even when he was little and his mom would whisk him away for a secret weekend. She would pack hoards of cookies and ice-cream and light the fire immediately. They would sit on the soft, fleece rug, her with a book and him with his sketchpad, sipping cocoa and spooning ice cream straight from the tub. Then he didn't have to be the prince one day inheriting the crown and she didn't have to be the Queen dealing with every problem under the sun. They hadn't been back in a good few years and he misses everything about the space. He is silently grateful that Jason has lit the fire. Something familiar to hold onto.

"You're back." The Golden Prince says.

"Astute observation." He rolls his eyes but the blonde doesn't look up from whatever he's doing.

Percy walks into the space, shrugging his suit jacket off and unbuttoning his wrinkled white shirt. He hears a sharp inhale and glances up to see a red cheeked Jason staring at him.

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"

"Oh," He laughs softly, "Yea they were wet so I took them off before I came in."

He sputters and blushes, glancing down and then peaking back up again.

"You alright there Prince?"

Jason clears his throat, and Percy watches that golden Adam's apple bob. His skin prickles with heat and he knows its time to go.

"I'm going to shower. I'll give you a tour afterwards if you want."

"That would be great."

With a nod in which they both avoid eye contact and general pleasantry he disappears into one of the three rooms of the cabin.

His shower is scorching, water pummeling against tired muscles. His mother always says a good shower and steaming cup of tea can fix more problems than a board of professionals. So far she hasn't been wrong.

"Hey," He walks back into the lounge sometime later, looking down as he ties the string on his pants, "You ready?"

The house is dead quiet, save for the crackle of the fire and the soft wind that whispers in the grooves of the floor.

"Jason?" He frowns, moving to stand in front of him.

The Prince is fast asleep, head lolling forward, book still clasped in his hands. Percy takes in his husband for the first time. Unobstructed by either of their waking emotions, or the general hustling that had shrouded their lives. Jason, he grudgingly admits, is beautiful. His hair looks soft and golden, and when it catches the light of the fire he's sure it's made from sunshine itself. And his skin is such a startling contrast to Percy's rich brown colour. The Prince's body, now folded into an awkward bent angle as he lay across the velvet-cushioned chair, is lithe and graceful. Corded with muscle but somehow still smooth in a way only an uptight Prince with a personal trainer may ever achieve. At least, he thinks sordidly, if I'm forced to marry someone he is as darling as Jason.

The blonde stirs softly, hand twitching, before he settles back into his position. As awkward and unhappy the two are with each other Percy can't leave him here. He's sure the Prince will bend into a chair himself if he slept like that all night long. So he gently taps his husband's shoulder, waking him almost immediately. Jason has never been a particularly heavy sleeper, and it is worse when he finds himself in a place he doesn't know. He blinks up at the world, blue eyes bright. They reminds Percy of the cat-eye aquamarine, the gemstone sat at the base of every crown ever made for his kingdom. He wonders what it says that the colour of his husband's eyes are also the colour he most associates with home. Just as quickly he expels those thoughts, content to bask in his clear dispassion and irritation for as long as this should last.

Jason scrubs a hand over his face, "Sorry you wanted to take me on a tour?"

"No, no there's time for that tomorrow. Why don't you head up to bed."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight then,"

"Goodnight Prince," He says stiffly.

"Sleep easy."

A nod in return and they both retire to their rooms, content to put the last week far behind them. Bury it under dreams, and hopes, and the promise of a tomorrow where nothing has tarnished it yet.

Percy left his window open, watched the tree outside it sway gently. Maybe tomorrow he would climb it and become acquainted with the birds in the nest.

He falls asleep, finally, to the chirp of crickets and the soft rustle of whispering leaves.

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