#annabeth chase can you hear me i LOVE YOU

[valewritessss]

This fandom is so nit-picky that I’ve seen more criticism on every little thing about wottg (a book that came out 2 days ago) than people saying things they liked about it

Edit: someone has already gotten mad so I repeat this is a joke and not that deep❤️

[riordanness]

slow motion, double vision - [w.scobell]

wordcount: 0.8K

warnings: self harm (reader)

requested: yes!

a/n: please do not read this if you struggle with self harm and won’t feel comfortable reading about it (it’s not described at all and reader doesn’t do it in this but it’s said that she has and a brief description of her wrist is also in this. don’t read this if you aren’t going to cope with that. and if you are struggling w self harm, reach out to me, please!! <3)

Another day on the Percy Jackson set. Today, we are filming a scene between Percy and Annabeth, an argument.

Walker gives me a grin once he’s finished up with the makeup crew. “Hey, you,” he says with an easy smile.

I try to replicate it. Walker has this gift. He’s so good at it. At everything. Life, acting, smiling.

All the things I struggle with.

“Hey,” I say back. “Looking good.”

“Says you.” He gives me an appreciative look. “My girlfriend looks adorable.”

I immediately get flustered. No matter how many days I’m dating Walker for, I think him calling me his girlfriend will always make me flutter inside.

“I'm not your girlfriend anymore,” I joke. “I’m Annabeth Chase, Seaweed Brain.”

He grins. “See you out there.”

As soon as he’s gone, my heart sinks again. It’s like he’s the only thing in the world that brings any kind of light to my darkness. The only smile on my sad face. The only sweet words I can say.

“The chair is the bargain,” Walker, as Percy, says. “One of us goes in, the other gets the shield.”

“I’ll do it,” I say, stepping forward, a determined look on my face.

“What? What a minute!” Walker reaches over and grabs my wrist. A flicker of pain crosses my features, but quick as lighting, I go back into character, hoping he didn’t notice.

“Whoever goes in isn’t coming out!” I say, my voice rising a little at the end.

“I know, that’s why I said wait.”

“This isn’t the arch, Seaweed Brain,” I snap in response.

“Cut!” someone yells, and I instantly break character, as does Walker.

The directing team is talking amongst themselves, which is usually a sign for us to just chat and wait for them to be ready to film again.

“Hey,” Walker comes close to me, his voice quiet. “Are you okay?”

I look at him, feigning a frown. “Course I’m okay. Why?”

He looks concerned, his blue eyes staring deep into mine. “You flinched just now. When I grabbed you.”

“Oh,” I laugh, which comes out so brittle I almost wince. “Nah, it’s all good. Just acting.” I’m brushing him off, and he knows that.

“I’m gonna grab a drink,” I tell him, and disappear before he can argue with me about it.

He finds me in the bathrooms. I’m standing over a sink, gripping the sides like a dramatic Draco Malfoy-wannabe. I have tears in my eyes, but the second I hear someone behind me, I brush them away.

“Y/n?” Walker asks quietly. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

I can’t answer, his sweet words just making me want to cry harder. I can only shake my head.

He buries me in a hug, his chin on top of my head, and his arms encircling me tightly. “Love,” he says again, speaking softly into my hair, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“Walker, I��“ I cannot bring myself to say the words, so I pull back from the hug, and pull up the sleeve of my Annabeth jacket. Across the inside of my left wrist are stripes of harsh red, jagged and fresh.

Walker’s eyes shatter, a million emotions and words and thoughts all inside their clear blue at once. His mouth opens a little.

“Y/n—“

“I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I’m so so sorry.”

He immediately folds me back into his arms. “You have no reason to be sorry,” he says roughly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you feel this awful about yourself. I’m so sorry you felt like you had no other choice. But please—“ I can tell by his voice that he’s upset. Somehow, that makes me feel even worse.

“Please come talk to me before you do something like that,” he whispers.

“Okay,” I manage.

“Do you promise?” he asks, his voice ragged.

“I promise on the River Styx.”

I feel his smile through my hair. “I love you.”

I smile too, his warmth and love spreading through me like an antidote. “I love you too, Walk.”

He pulls away from the hug, his fingertips brushing the broken skin of my wrist as lightly as he can. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get this cleaned and dressed properly, okay?”

I let him take me by the hand, and for the first time in my life, I feel completely and totally safe and understood.

With him.

[theoceansluvr]

Multi-Character x Nerd! Reader

warning; none except my endless yapping !! author's notes; *comically loud gulp* it's finals season so i decided to drop this before grinding my grades and whatnot😿 gave all the characters different random interests of mine sooo yay !

PERCY JACKSON- Flowers

i like to think percy is pretty neutral about flowers; not his favorite, but doesn't hate them

but when you stepped into the picture ? ALLLLL of that changed !

probably has a flower language book sitting on his bedside table just because of you to be totally fair

because of you, he buys really specific colors (or asks the Demeter cabin to grow him some) of flowers for you because of their meanings

for example, he ABSOLUTELY got you yellow tulips when he asked you out :3c

as much as he's a blue guy, he knows what they stand for (hopeless love) and thought it'd be sweet

sometimes you name a flower he knows NOTHING about like what on earth is an azalea ??

listens to you carefully regardless since he finds it cute how often you ramble about why orchids are associated with royalty

received flowers for the first time from you and he's kept them ever since, claims it's because he keeps forgetting to get rid of them but he's just a sap like that

very supportive of your interests and WILL stay up for hours to hear you talk !

ANNABETH CHASE- Astronomy

at first she thought you were talking about astrology and wasn't all that interested, but then she saw the massive amount of books you had on the stars and understood

dare i say she takes you on stargazing dates where you just point out all the constellations and all the stars we'll never see

has watched about 8 space documentaries in one week, and still isn't tired of it

also ! when ever she's drafting up home designs, she ALWAYS puts a room with a glass ceiling or balcony so you can put your telescope there

she swears it's just for the visuals but she not very good at hiding it(i love you sappy annabeth chase <9)

bought you one of those little star projectors when you guys moved into New Rome !

you guys also made paper lanterns of all the planets + pluto and hung them up on the ceiling since you rarely get to go out much one you go to college

speaking of pluto.. you guys didn't speak for three days over an argument over the basis of it being a planet or not. annabeth refuses to say it is because scientifically it's not, but you say it is because "emotionally it's a planet to me !" (real conversation i've had btw)

takes you to the planetarium whenever you guys have the spare time mainly just to see to get all animated over all the facts you've probably already told her

she absolutely adores you no matter how many times she's heard about all the dwarf planets..

CONNOR STOLL- Comics

deep in my heart he's a flash or spiderman nerd, so it's perfect !

safe to say, if you like anyone else, you guys might dispute who the best superhero is every other day- lovingly of course !

dates probably consist of walking around comic books shops and talking about your favs or reading them in your cabin

swapping off comics whenever you finish one so you can talk about them

has absolutely stolen merch for you on numerous occasions because he can he let the love of his life go without that batman mug ?

definitely makes up insane theories about what happens whenever his favorite character dies..

"no, no, no, he's gonna come back in the next one, trust me !" "con.. he literally blew up." "SO DID JASON TODD BUT HERE WE ARE"

dare i say y'all have matching spider man and gwen or batman and catwoman keychains ?

you probably got him really into young justice on accident because you mentioned him reminding you of wally west(PLS TELL ME SOMEONE SEES THE VISION-)

honestly, you guys are just nerd for nerd but he won't admit to it as easily

LEO VALDEZ- Sharks

scratch what i said about connor being nerd for nerd, you and leo are THE nerd for nerd couple !!

made you a wind up shark toy as a gift because he was bored, and it was basically a marriage proposal to you

has definitely fallen asleep to you talking about sharks before ! not out of boredom, just because he likes your voice

moving on ! y'all know those cardboard sharks people were making ? well, he made you a metal version of your favorite shark !

takes you to aquariums whenever he can, which is rare, but he thrives off of hearing you get excited.. like a kid in a candy store

he also has a crazy supply of gummy sharks in the bunker now for whenever you come over

he has also made you shark shaped string lights because why would he ever let you buy anything ?!

let's you cover his well, everything with shark stickers ! workbench ? sure ! festus ? might protests, but if festus like it, alright !

you told him he'd be a hammerhead shark, and he now has a keychain of one on his belt loop at all times

he rambles to you about mechanics, so in turn you talk about sharks; it's a win-win situation :3c

YAYYYYY PSOTING AGAIN AND IT'S ABOUT MY INTERESTS !!!! this was actually in the drafts for a minute and WAS supposed to drop saturday but i got impatient- love y'all and uhh see you after finals !

[floatyflowers]

Dark! Percy Jackson Reverse Harem x Reader|| Chapter Four

<<< Chapter Three

You tried to fight them with your hardest, but you barely land hits on any of them.

But the sword is hard for you to handle and your hits are sloppy.

In the end, you got injured.

No, Ares's children didn't harm you, you cut yourself up with the sword by accident.

However, Percy fought them all off and your team won capture the flag.

Annabeth shoved Percy in the water where your doubts were confirmed as Poseidon claimed him as his son.

After the game, Chiron called you over to give you a letter from your mother.

For some reason you were so scared to open it, feeling like your mother was declaring in the letter that she disowns you and doesn't want to see you ever again.

But, it is the opposite of that.

My Sweet Angel,

I apologize for appearing like a coward, but I needed to get you to the camp.

However...I couldn't bring myself to enter the place because it brought bad memories for me.

I hate it, but I know it's necessary for your safety.

And you must understand that I would never be ashamed of you, I'm quiet proud of you.

After all, I was in your position when I was young.

PS. Your stepfather sends you his love and will prepare you all of your favorite food when you return home.

From your beloved mother,

Calista

You let out a happy laugh, finally feeling at ease that you misunderstood the whole situation.

Your mother loves you, but wait...

...She is a demigod.

But what do that make you?

Also who is her godly parent.

You will ask Chiron about it later, he must know who he is.

Suddenly you hear knocking on the front of your cabin door, you go to open it only to see Annabeth.

You smile at her cheerful and shyly but invite her inside.

Once she is inside, you begin apologizing.

"I'm sorry about my performance, I swear I tried my best but-"

She cuts you off.

"No need to worry, you did amazing on your first try"

Your expression brightens up.

"Thank you"

"No problem, girls stick together, am I right?" Annabeth says with a smile.

"Yes...would you like to stay over and chit chat for a bit?"

"Sure!"

And that's how you made a first female best friend in camp.

°°°

"I chose you for the quest, you cannot say no to it"

"Well, the quest is going to fail, did you not see my fighting skill? It's horrible!"

Percy as usual barged into your cabin to inform you of the quest.

"Come on, Grover and Annabeth will be there too, there is nothing to fear"

Your eyes grow big upon hearing the name 'Grover'  as a smile appears on your face.

"Grover is here? Is he also a demigod?"

°°°

"You are a Satyr?"

You tilt your head, looking down at the tan skinned boy's legs.

"Yes...weird, I know"

"No, it's not weird at all, actually it is kind of cute" you say.

Grover smiles and blushes but Percy walks between you both, to break the nearness.

"We need to focus on the quest" Percy asserts with jealousy.

"Is that Thalia?" you ask Annabeth as she says goodbye to the tree.

"Yes"

"She’s really gonna miss that tree, huh?"

Percy says sarcastically, looking with envy as you interact with Annabeth, also patting the tree gently, saying something he can't hear.

He doesn't want you to interact with anyone.

If he can lock you up, he will do it.

"When Annabeth first arrived here with Thalia and Luke, they were being chased by monsters. Agents of Hades. Sisters. Furies."

"Mrs. Dodds?" Percy points out.

"Yes! One was our algebra teacher. Alecto. Thalia turned back to fight to buy her friends some time. Her satyr protector tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen. So, at the last moment... Zeus intervened to save her life and... changed her form."

"The most powerful being in the universe’s best idea to save his daughter’s life... was to turn her into a tree?"

Percy mocks after his friend finishes explaining as you and Annabeth walk back to them.

"She was the bravest demigod I ever knew. She fought valiantly, and she met a hero’s fate." Annabeth defends.

"She met a pinecone’s fate."

"Percy" you exclaim, piniching his arm.

"What? I'm telling the truth"

You sigh in anger, before turning to Annabeth with a gentle expression and say.

"If I ever meet Zeus, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind"

Grover nods his head slowly at you.

"Yeah, so he can strike you down with lighting bolt"

"Can't strike me down with something he lost"

You say playfully walking ahead of them.

"She is going to get us killed" Annabeth mutter

"And I don't mind dying for her" Percy respond firmly, following after you like a lovesick puppy.

°°°

Calista walks around the house, cleaning every corner and making sure everything is in order.

She developed an OCD, ever since she became pregnant with her only daughter, you.

The demigod woman feared that all her past relationships with the gods might come back and slap her in the face through you.

She would die if something happened to you, that's why she thought it was the best decision to send you to Camp Half-Blood.

While doing house work, the doorbell rings, she walk over to the front door and opens it.

But once she sees who is on the other side, she tries to close it, but the person stops her and shoves his way in.

"This is no good way to greet me, young lady"

"What are you doing here?" Calista demands in fear.

"Well, I came to take you back to the underworld"

Hades answers back with a smirk.

"I'm not going anywhere, my daughter-"

"Don't worry, I sent someone to get her, so we can all become a big happy family"

Chapter Five>>>

[infiniteimaginings]

Begging for a part two of that angsty Percy fic😭😭😭 plz remind me if you do end up posting one

It’s just dull. (Book!Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and Percy broke up because he gave more attention to Annabeth than he ever did to you. You were done and he wants to prove to you that he still cares about you. Will you hear him out? Part One: Who’s in this relationship? Pronouns: You/Yours, She/Her Warnings: There's a suicidal thought near the end, we don't go much into it though, but warning for it. (It's brief) Word Count: 4.5k A/N: I have heard your prayers, believe me I have (see below this a/n) (there's even more since I made this). Here is the very requested part two to ‘Who’s in this relationship?’ I will tell you guys, there was no intention for this to have a part two, but there is one now, because I love you guys! Enjoysies! (For anyone just joining us, you can read this stand alone, you don't really have to read part one to understand what's going on, it's explained well here.)

It had been two weeks since you left Percy by the now defiled space that once belonged to only the two of you. The sacred place where you would sneak kisses, have picnics, stargaze, listen to the ocean or each other's breathing. The place you considered safe because he was always there with you.

A place that was no longer safe because he invited Annabeth Chase to the one area of camp the two of you had away from prying eyes. 

At the abandoned building, on the almost caved in roof, the daughter of Athena sat next to the son of Poseidon. He was sprawled out on his back, silent as he looked to the stars draped over the night sky, lighting their vision. Well, his vision because Annabeth was far more interested with her shoelaces.

She was picking at the aglets, peeling the plastic off and chewing at her lip, deep in thought. The sound of the ripping plastic caught the attention of the raven haired boy next to her who looked over lazily, his expression generally neutral. He raised a brow, lifting himself so he would be leaning on his elbows, the roof tiles digging into his skin.

Annabeth heard the sound of his shifting so she looked over, her stormy gray eyes meeting his deep green ones. He gently smiled at the eye contact but she looked away, hugging her knees to her figure. 

Percy blinked in slight surprise at the reaction, “What’s wrong?” He asked her, now sitting up entirely, body facing her. The sound of his voice caused the girl now in front of him to sigh, face turning to him.

Her eyes were sad, she was chewing at her lip, fidgeting with her hands. Before she could even speak, as if Percy knew exactly what she was communicating, he put his face into his hands. He sighed heavily, pushing his hair back, now looking to the sky.

“Yeah, I’m thinking about her too.” He mumbled out, eyes for some reason refusing to look at Annabeth.

“She was right…” Annabeth spoke, looking up to the stars as well.

“About?”

She gulped, blinking her eyes rapidly to stop from tearing up, “None of this is fair to her.” She told him honestly, her voice so soft the air could barely pick it up to reach Percy's ears.

He pinched the bridge of his nose at the words, he knew it wasn’t fair. He knew what you said was true, he just couldn’t accept it. He had known Annabeth since day one of being at camp, he hung out with her a lot. He couldn’t see the problem until you were gone and he found himself missing you more than usual, a feeling he never had before which led him into a spiral of questions about all he never noticed.

He could’ve argued, he could’ve said that none of it made sense. He could’ve said none of it was true but instead all that left his lips was a whisper. He pulled his knees up, dropping his head to them, “I know.”

Annabeth stood on the roof, the tiles slightly shaking but she paid no attention to it. She just looked at Percy. She didn’t brush herself off, she didn’t fidget with her hands, she was still and silent. 

When Percy looked up from his sat position, he inhaled sharply at the serious expression on the blonde's face. Annabeth was frowning a bit, her eyes were watery, but they were narrowed a bit. 

She looked away, sniffling, before looking back to the boy in front of her. “This isn’t fair to her.” She repeated to him, her voice airy. “After what happened, I just…” She paused, tongue poking the inside of her cheek, “You still bringing me up here always makes me want to puke.” She spoke simply, shrugging at her own words.

Percy's eyes slightly widened, his eyes reddening at the rims. He furrows his brows at her words, “I…” He couldn’t finish his own thought because if he was being honest, seeing Annabeth there made bile rise from his throat everytime he looked at her. It felt wrong, as if you placed different characters in each other's stories and expected them to move along.

The girl nodded, “Yeah, it makes me feel,for lack of a better description, physically ill.” She continued on, swallowing harshly, eyes clearing up a bit. She gently crossed her arms, not of anger or waiting, as if she was crossing them to warm herself though it wasn’t cold. “You brought me somewhere that was just for the two of you, and I know if I was your girlfriend, that would be it for me too.” She explained honestly, frowning deeply as she shook her head, Percy staring at her quietly. Annabeth kicked her foot on the roof softly, barely grazing the tile. She looked to the tile so she wouldn’t have to meet his eyes again, “I do like you Percy.” 

Those five words were five words that Percy thought he would be ecstatic about. Twelve year old him would’ve been utterly buzzing, but years later, he doesn’t feel anything to them. When she said them he scowled a bit, not realizing, but he fixed his expression when he noticed, grateful she wasn’t looking at him.

Annabeth continued on, “But, after all this…” She inhaled deeply, hand on her chest to control her own breathing. “After all this, I am disappointed in myself.” She spoke, nodding, finally meeting his eyes again. “I’m disappointed in myself for even being a part of this, and I can’t do this with you and feel comfortable.” Her words were echoing, for Percy at least. She kept talking, walking to the ladder but her words were merged together and muffled. Before he knew it, he had no sight of the golden haired girl who was just sitting next to him. 

Another week passed and Percy was nowhere to be found, to the point that some campers were worried. So worried that they would go to archery practice, find you, and ask you where he was. 

Everytime a young camper would approach you while you held your bow and arrow, drawn into position, asking about Percy, you would release your hand. Your arrows would wisp through the air, piercing through the cloth target with such a force it almost tears in half somehow. You would turn to them, eyes in a glare as you seethed for the millionth time in the past few days, ”I don’t know.”

One of these days you were practicing archery, some of your friends call it releasing frustration, you call it practice.

One of those days as you were practicing, your bow was at your side, you were turned to get more arrows until you noticed they were gone. You huffed, rubbing your eyes. You had no idea how long you had been out there, but it had to be a while if there were no arrows left. You turned back to face the target to walk over and grab the discarded practice arrows until you were making eye contact with someone.

This person had gray eyes, they flickered from your eyes to lower. You followed the line of sight and they were holding all of your discarded arrows.

“I thought you might need these.” Annabeth spoke quietly, a gentle smile on her face, but it was clear she was nervous. She held the arrows out, stepping back a bit as if she were presenting a crown to royalty.

You clasped the arrows in your hands, putting them in your bag. “Thanks.” That was all you said, you readied your bow, back to her, counting your arrows because if you didn’t some of the people in Apollo cabin were going to be very upset with you.

Footsteps didn’t retreat in any sort of direction so you licked your lips and turned to face the girl still standing in the same spot. Your mouth was in a tight lipped smile, eyes darting around, “Can I help you?” You asked her, brows slowly furrowing.

She puffed air through her cheeks, eyes wide as she blinked, seemingly thinking about something. In the silence you just nodded and went to turn back to your arrows until you heard, “I’m so sorry.” suddenly blurted from her lips.

You faced her once more with a raised brow, lips slightly parted. You were clueless to what was going on so you kept looking around to see if she was being forced to say these things or something. No one else was around, it was just the two of you. You closed your mouth before putting your bow down, “For what, exactly?” 

“Everything. Percy, the abandoned building, all that time. It…” She paused, looking down, “It wasn’t fair to you.” She continued to apologize, rambling about everything she was sorry for but when she looked back up to you, you were just confused with a small smile on your face. She quickly shut up and her facial expression morphed into one of slight horror of your chuckle leaving your lips.

You shook your head, “Annabeth, I’m not mad at you.” You assured her, hands on your hips, eyes crinkling slightly. The blonde girl in front of you tilted her head, arms dropping to her sides, “You’re not?” She asked, now genuinely confused.

Now, Annabeth was a nice girl, she was so intelligent, incredibly kind. She didn’t defile the secret held space by being herself, she was a friend to you. She didn’t defile the space, Percy did. She wasn’t the reason the space was longer safe or comforting, Percy was.

You shook your head at her once again, placing a hand on her shoulder comfortingly, rubbing it gently. “I understand how it feels to have a connection with someone.” You explained to her, your words caused her to look at you softly. “I know how long you’ve liked him, I’m not blaming you. You can’t control how you feel.” You shrugged, frowning a bit and she mirrored your expression. 

Her whole body seemed to fall into itself as she hiccuped slightly, “I feel terrible.” She mumbled, twisting the tip of her shoes into the grass nervously. You patted her shoulder, placing your head into her gaze so she would look at you. “You didn’t force him to choose you.” You said, the words made Annabeth go silent, as if she went through her mind to find how she did.

Nothing in her memories supported such a thing.

You smiled at the small spark of understanding in Annabeth's expression. “He made the choice to choose you over me, no one told him to do that.” You continued on, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This all felt like a weight on your chest you just needed off so you could breathe without struggle. “He decided to let his girlfriend be a second thought, you didn’t control his thoughts.” 

There was more silence, you didn’t know what to say to her then. So, you just adjusted her necklace and told her to be careful, your friendly eyes just made her feel guiltier. She apologized again and you took hold of her hands.

“No, I’m sorry.” You told her, the words were confusing to her, but she would understand soon enough. “I hope he doesn’t do whatever it was he did with me, to you. You deserve better than that Annabeth.” You nodded as you spoke so she would understand she doesn’t need to stay with someone who doesn’t cherish her.

She frowned and scrunched her nose awkwardly, “We aren’t…um..” 

“You decided not to?”

“I didn’t think it would be right.”

You nodded with a small hum, looking at the sky, mindlessly rubbing the backs of her hands with your thumbs. You had to squint due to the brightness of the sun before looking back to the girl who was looking right at you. “Well, you might’ve made the right choice.” You told her, letting go of her hands and turning back to your arrows, packing them up. You gathered your things, walking away, “You’re smart Annabeth, you make smart decisions.” You announced to her a little loud since there was distance between the two of you.

Annabeth didn’t run after you, when you walked away without looking back she turned around. Your backs were facing each other as you both walked away, distancing more and more. She knew this was distance, she knew that you might not ever talk to her the same way. What she also knew was that it wasn’t because you hated her, it was because you knew what was best for the both of you. You knew she was wise and could move forward with the knowledge that you weren't upset. She knew something about you too, she knew that you seemed more content than you were before, and that thought made her steps a little lighter as she walked away.

After the conversation with Annabeth, about a day or two later you felt better. Not completely, of course, but better in a sense you didn’t have to place your anger in archery that day. You went to the lake, walking across the beachside to admire some wild flowers that grew around. You wanted to see if you could find some of the flowers that a few of the demeter kids made grow on the beachside (somehow). 

You walked slowly, observing the area quietly. No one was around, everyone was at training, in their cabins, or in the plaza. You enjoyed these quiet moments to yourself where you didn’t need to be angry, where you didn’t need to be anything.

As you continued on you closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of the ocean. It was peaceful. Well, peaceful until you felt a cold, wet hand on your shoulder. 

It startled you so much to the point you jumped, twisting the hand, turning and kicking the person in their stomach out of pure reflex. It terrified you for someone to suddenly sneak up on you, for all you knew it could’ve been a surprise duel, so you have to stay on guard.

When you turned around to see who decided to grip your shoulder instead of just calling your name you were met with the sights of Percy Jackson. He wore his camp halfblood shirt and some jeans, soaking wet with ocean water. His hair was stuck to his forehead from how it was drenched. None of that matter though because he was clutching his stomach and his arm, the action making you roll your eyes.

“I deserved that.” He grunted out, shaking his arm and taking a deep breath, smiling at you sheepishly.

You stared at him blankly, “There are other ways to get a girl's attention you know, like saying her name, yelling something, or even standing in front of her.” You told him, crossing your arms. “Those options wouldn’t have ended in,” You waved your hand to him, “that.”

Percy winced at how you reacted and rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry, I saw you and just had to talk to you. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Clearly.” You told him with a sigh, “Where did you even see me fro…” You trailed off, looking at him closely and then seeing how close you were to the water. “You’ve been in the ocean all this time?” You asked with a quizzical look. He looked, just as confused, shaking his head. “I’ve been in my cabin, I usually come out here for about an hour.” He explained, tilting his head at what you were implying but, he decided not to question it.

He rubbed his nose a bit, his cheeks and nose were pink, probably from the sudden hit he took from you. He bit his lip, “Can we talk for a minute?”

“We are talking.” You spoke bluntly, unsure of why you guys were talking. 

Percy smiled a bit at your comment due to him feeling suddenly uncomfortable, but he took the chance anyway, “I messed up.” He told you and you nodded. He waited for you to say something but you blinked at him, he continued, hoping his words would get a response from you. “I didn’t treat you with the respect you deserved, with the love and care you deserved.” He told you gently, green eyes looking at you through his lashes like a sad puppy. 

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, “Yeah, you're right.” You emphasized your nods. “You didn’t treat me with the respect I deserved which is exactly why you can go be with someone else.” You told him, unsure of what he wasn’t getting because he was staring at you dumbly.

His eyes were big, his lips parted, his cheeks pink. He looked like a little kid who just got in trouble for accidentally renting a movie for an extra day. His facial expression transformed from an innocent trouble maker to a frustrated teen. He huffed into his hands, putting them on the back of his neck, “How many times do I need to say I’m sorry for you to just…listen?” He asked you, exasperated for gods know whatever reason.

Your eyes lidded, your mouth in a thin line. You refused to give him any sort of reaction. “How about we start with once and see where we get from there since you haven’t said it yet.” You told him, it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. It wasn’t a suggestion either, your tone proved that. You crossed your arms, body tilting to the side as you blinked, waiting.

Percy realized in this moment, he messed up, again. He didn’t know how to make things right. You knew he always thought he messed things up, but usually you were by his side reassuring him of things. That people are human, have feelings, make mistakes. How does he prove he’s not a huge mistake when he messed up by letting you go? By hurting you? There’s no one to hold his hand through this.

He nodded, swallowing hard, looking into your eyes, “I’m sorry.” His voice cracked,his breathing became uneven. “While you aren’t around, I feel like my lungs are filled with water.” He explained quietly, looking at the sand. 

You thought the sentiment could come from poetry, the words deep with meaning...from anyone else. This is from the son of Poseidon, so it only leaves a bitter taste in your mouth rather than warmth in your heart. Why? You looked to the water, back to him, “It’s a good thing you can breathe in water then.” That’s why, the son of Poseidon will never know the feeling of water filling his lungs.

Percy clapped his hands together, “Okay, I don’t even know what to say anymore because of that.” He told you, deep frown on his face, his eyes getting a bit darker.

You walked a little closer to him as he ran his hand through his wet hair, moving it from his eyes. “Do you really want me to tell you how I’m feeling right now, in this moment?” You asked him seriously, and he nodded feverishly. “Please, just give me something.” He begged, his eyes pleading for some sort of emotional response, his hands quivering to stop himself from taking yours in his.

“I don’t care.”

“What?”

You repeated yourself, “I don’t care.” 

Percy laughed from slight annoyance, scratching his cheek, “Yeah, I heard you the first time.” He told you seriously, his irritation clear in his words. “Can you elaborate?” He asked slowly, blinking at you, trying to understand what you meant.

You tilted your head in though, not making eye contact. It wasn't because you were scared, it was because you didn’t owe him an intimate moment, you didn’t even owe him this conversation. You clasped your hands together, letting them fall in front of your figure. “Percy,” you began, looking at the boy who desperately waited for you to speak to him, “when you’re in a relationship with someone who decided to share all the special moments you guys have with someone else, the feeling dulls after a while.” You explained, moving on your heels a bit, moving your head to see if he understood.

He stayed silent, his posture straightening, his eyes blinking slowly. 

“After we broke up, it didn’t take very long to get myself back up.” You told him since your breakup was only about a month ago, “You practically prepared me during our relationship.” You thought about it aloud and realized how bad it really sounded. 

Percy seemed to realize that too as he tried to sputter out a response of how he didn’t mean to but you stopped him. “Unintentionally, intentionally, inadvertently, it doesn’t matter, I don't care.” You told him once more, unclasping your hands to shrug a bit.

The wind blew, ruffling you guys’s shirts. 

“You don’t care.” Percy spoke quietly, voice deep with heartache.

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes and tried to shake them away, blink them back. “I love you Percy.” You told him, the words weren’t spilling out your mouth you meant to say that. He looked a little hopeful at your words but when you bit your lip and your eyes glossed over he knew there was nothing good for the two of you. “The hurt may have dulled, but it’s still there and it will always be there.” 

Percy nodded, sighing out as his own eyes filled with tears, slowly turning red. 

You looked at him still, the eye contact was unbearable, causing your chest to tighten but you couldn’t look away. “I don’t forgive you.” You told him honestly, he nodded, a tear falling as he bit the inside of his cheek. You continued on, wiping your hands on your pants, “And I’m told to be the bigger person and forgive people so that what they did isn’t always on my mind.” You explained, your throat felt like it was closing, your voice got a little higher in pitch but Percy never looked away. “But I will never forget.”

His jaw tightened as he tried to bite back his tears, using his palm to wipe the stray few on his cheeks away.

“I will never be able to forget how you kept me near you, and let Annabeth get just as close to you.” Your sob choked your words but he could still hear them, your hands were in fists at your side. You didn’t want to get emotional in front of him, but if you didn’t it would just fester up inside you and create an ugly version of yourself. A version you would hate looking at.

Percy tried to speak, “I-” 

“Please don't interrupt me,” You began, mouth tightened, brow knitted, “because you’ve spent way too long not listening to me and I’ve spent way too long just letting it go.” Your voice was hoarse, trying not to cry and it just made Percy want to crawl into himself.

For once he wished he couldn’t breathe underwater, because nothing in camp half blood could’ve prepared him for the biggest monster of all. He felt like the biggest monster he’s ever faced because how could he hurt someone like you? How could he make the girl of his dreams cry? How could he cause so much pain, so much hurt, so much heartbreak and not even notice? For once he hated that the water could heal him, because he did not deserve it.

As much as he wanted your words to muffle, as much as he didn’t want to hear what you were saying he had to. 

“I don't know what you think I am.” You suddenly said, taking a deep breath, palm tapping at your chest to calm yourself.

“What?”

You sucked your teeth for a moment, “I supported you, fought for you, killed for you.” You listed to him, nodding with each word. “But Percy.. I am not your fan.” You told him, eyes staring straight into his, your head shaking, corners of your mouth deeply turned downwards. You could tell you were going to cry, but at the same time it seemed like no tears would fall.

Percy huffed, crossing his own arms, sand and water making it uncomfortable but he had bigger worries. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked you seriously, gritting his teeth together.

“It means that I didn't do those things because I thought you were cool and admired you.” You explained simply, telling him the truth. “I did those things because I genuinely cared about you.” 

“I know that.”

Your head tilted, “Really?” You asked, before he could speak you waved your hand, “Because you treated me like some girl who was following you around and would do anything for you because you looked at me.” You told him, eyes narrowed, only a slight sniffle leaving you. 

He walked towards you, trying to speak, but you packed away, hands moving back to cross each other in a closed off manner.

“So many people thought I just had a hopeless crush on you because you treated me like a stranger.” You told him, the words were sharp and cut right through him. His eyes were wide, the whole conversation, his mouth was opening and closing, he didn’t know what to say.  You did though, “You didn't talk about me, you didn't hold me in public, we were never together… physically.” You explained and Percy just shook his head.

He may have been physically denying it but he knew it was true, he knew what he did, he knew he was wrong.

He wanted to explain, he wanted you back, he wanted you but you were so far away. You were standing right in front of him and somehow he couldn’t reach you, and it was torture.

You looked away, turning around, wiping your eyes, “I don’t want to have this conversation again.” You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “If I’m being honest, I don’t want to talk to you at all, ever again.” You told him, beginning to walk away. 

Percy didn’t try to chase after you, stood at the beach, watching your figure get further and further away. He lost you, he tried to get you back and lost you even more. 

Percy Jackson was never really good at anything on purpose. He was chosen for a great quest at twelve to retrieve a bolt he never even stole, he stopped a war, he was a hero for years because he saved everyone over and over again. 

Who saved Percy though? You did. Now, he didn’t have you and he felt as if every piece of darkness held in crevices you shined with light, was now taking over the corners of his mind, slowly spilling everywhere. He didn’t know what to do without you.

Percy Jackson was a hero, but without you, he’d rather leave the world to die.

[reiniesainyo]

IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 05

05 | LOGICAL previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. not feeling too well but... here's the episode

HOST "What's up, everyone! Welcome back to the Fangirlpedia Podcast, where we fangirls get to live out our dreams and fill out a Wikipedia for all the fangirls out there!"

HOST "I've been a fan of PJO since i was a kid, I was 15 when the first books came out and now, my daughter, who's 12 gets to watch the TV show. So it really is a dream come true and such a pleasure to be here today with the cast of Disney+'s Percy Jackson and the Olympians!"

HOST "With that, I think it's the proper time to introduce our dear guests for today."

WALKER "I'm Walker Scobell, I play Percy Jackson."

LEAH "I'm Leah Sava Jeffries and I play Annabeth Chase."

CHARLIE "I'm Charlie Bushnell and I'm the actor for Luke Castellan."

YN "And I'm YN LN and I'm the actress for Rina Velasco."

HOST "What song would you associate with your character?"

YN "For me, I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski"

YN "Rina is a very calculated character, she's not like Annabeth in the sense that it's just logic and facts. I think she's calculated in the fact that she's a very thoughtful person, and so I think it's interesting that her fatal flaw would be her faith and her trust— which, from face value completely contrasts her as a character. Like why does this person who thinks everything through have such childlike trust? Well, she is a child."

YN "The reason I chose this really lies in Luke, her first love, and the fact that her oblivious trust is most blatant in her relationship with him. Luke is the losing dog that all her logic tells her is losing but she still bets on him every time. He proves to her time and time again that he's put himself on this path and yet she foolishly believes every time that he can come back. I think in a way, she's aware of the fact that it's a foolish endeavor and yet pursues it anyway because she still believes there's some goodness in Luke despite him proving to her otherwise."

HOST "If YN's song for Rina is I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski, what would your song be, Charlie?"

CHARLIE "I think I've mentioned somewhere else that the song I used to really like use as my go-to was Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 2? Yeah I think that's the right title. It really got me in the mood. But there's a different song that I think represents Luke."

HOST "Oh and what would that song be?"

CHARLIE "Probably.... Silver Springs yeah Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac. It's a popular song with editors. But like, I see Luke in it because it's kind of like... that's his relationship with all the people he loves. 'Time casts it spell on you, but you won't forget me. I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me.' Those lyrics for me are really what Luke's relationship with people are like, especially post-betrayal. I think the people he love stays on his mind constantly."

CHARLIE "There's this one line 'You'll never get away from the sound of a woman that loves you'. And I think every woman in his life is the same, Annabeth, his mom, Tahlia, and Rina especially. They all love him in their own way and the fact that like you know, they love him will haunt him with every decision he makes."

HOST "Even before filming, what were the vibes from everyone?"

CHARLIE "A lot of people assume that the hardest thing is filming- which is hard but like the stuff that happens before like table reads and chemistry tests were so nerve-wracking too."

YN "You'll hear from Leah and Walker that the chemistry read was so happy and fun— Leah just got to flirt with Walker for like an hour. Good for the younger kids, meanwhile me and Charlie were out here sobbing and fighting."

WALKER "Huh? What?!"

LEAH "You never told us this."

CHARLIE "Really? We didn't"

YN "Well, for Charlie and I's chemistry read, yeah it started off with playful banter then not even two scenes later, I was arguing with Luke in a forest about him stealing the master bolt."

CHARLIE "I mean I was like begging her to stay and everything— Did I get on my knees? I remember getting on my knees."

YN "Oh my gosh yeah... he got on his knees while begging to Rina it was crazy. The chemistry they wanted from us was ... definitely passionate. It was a very specific type of chemistry."

CHARLIE "Didn't they have us— Oh spoilers if you haven't seen the last book, anyways Luke dies and they were like 'So I want you to pretend like you're dying and now you see him and you're mourning his death'"

YN "Yeah and it was like 'I'm not sure if I'll make it to Elesium...' 'I don't think anyone else would be more worthy.' and then bro just straight up died!"

WALKER "WHAT TYPE OF CHEMISTRY READ IS THIS???"

CHARLIE "Deadly chemistry. I think one of us started crying."

YN "We were giving... Shakespeare."

HOST "What were your guys' reaction after getting the role? I think most have heard about the rest of you guys but YN's casting has been a matter of secret for a little bit."

YN "Oh my god I was elated, I was finally employed!"

CHARLIE "Biggest TV show of the year and your reaction is 'I'm employed'?"

YN "Hey don't judge! I love PJO and I love the series so so so much but honestly, after doing Miss Saigon's revival and then going into first year of college in NYU I was kind of panicking because 1) I wanted to do something and 2) I had no idea what to do. Like I knew I wanted to act but I wanted to try something different and honestly, I haven't gotten any good callbacks in a long time. So I mean when I sent it in, I didn't think anything would happen but it did and I was like 'Oh my god, I'm employed, I can earn money'."

CHARLIE "A bit weird but wouldn't have it any other way."

YN "You know, Charlie, next time you can just say something nice."

CHARLIE "Then our rela- friendship wouldn't be as fun."

CHARLIE "YN at first was pretty secretive about her background so every thing she revealed herself was like a new lore drop."

YN "Lore drop???"

WALKER "Every few days on set, we'd be talking and one day you'd just drop 'Oh when I was in highschool, I was in the national debate championships and in the finals–' and you talked like it was so normal but then all of us just found out you did competitive debate."

YN "It wasn't that big of a deal–"

LEAH "You told us you won the championships?"

YN "I won best speaker but I technically-"

CHARLIE "Don't even bother."

[thekidonherownn]

fic masterpost - all percabeth

-> my ao3

oneshots:

you can hear it in the silence (you can feel it on the way home)

one-shot that takes place during tlo, the night after Annabeth gets stabbed. (canon complaint)

can the child within my heart rise above?

This was the last time. They would be over to college by the next morning, this was the last time they’ll ever be at camp as campers. Childhood was over. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

in my dreams (I know I'm gonna be with you)

Percy smelled like the sea on a sunny day, Annabeth had never really noticed it until he disappeared, until his smell was all that was left of him. (canon complaint, set during Percy's disappearance)

you know the hero died (so what's the movie for?)

post-tartarus night on the Argo II. (canon complaint)

I blinked and suddenly I have a valentine

Percy asks her on a sunny day, while brushing out the end of her curls, next to his desk. She sits on a wooden stool similar to his, highlighting a history textbook as he wraps a pencil through her ringlets. Valentine's day oneshot. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

I hate you for what you did (and I miss you like a little kid)

The night of August 18th, camp half-blood was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. So quiet that it was scary, unsettling even: ‘cause camp never was and never had been quiet in the slightest, not until the night of August 18th, at least. Post-The Last Olympian oneshot. (canon complaint)

I know someday I'm gonna meet her, It's a fever dream

percabeth is revising for Percy's upcoming exam, they fall asleep and Percy has a dream. It gets them thinking of their future. (canon complaint, college era)

It's like you're out to get me

Annabeth Chase hates Percy Jackson.

That's the natural order of things. (canon complaint, set during Botl)

hold on to the memories (I will hold on to you)

Percy and Annabeth host the New Year's Eve party at their new apartment- (canon complaint, college era)

you can start a family (who will always show you love)

Did his dad love him? No, probably not, Poseidon didn’t even know what love was. (canon complaint, college era)

when I'm feeling alone (you remind me of home)

percabeth is out in new york for christmas shopping. (canon complaint, college era)

Sweet Nothing

The one where Annabeth isnt so sure about being a mom, and Percy comforts her. (adult percabeth)

Mine

one-shot about the time Percy gave Annabeth the coral pendant. (canon complaint, set pre tlh)

multi-chapter:

The Bolter

When her dad calls, Annabeth turns off the phone.

They'd always been that way: Frederick writes a letter to camp and she burns it at the campfire, he apologizes to her and she proceeds to cover her ears. (...) Her dad catches and releases her, then, she gets caught and releases herself, breaking free of whatever expectation he ever had for her, or worse, them.

-a deep look into Annabeth Chase's relationships and family dynamics, focuses also on percabeth with flashbacks and flashforwards.

[asegunda]

A Delightful Enconter

PJO

Pairings: Luke Castellan & Thalia Grace & Annabeth Chase x Platonic! Not Clearsighted Mortal! GN! Reader

Summary: Annabeth, Thalia and Luke are wandering after they're secret place is destroyed, then they meet you. Warnings: Platonic relationship of course. And it's (of course too) when they were younger. English is not my 1st language. Notes: Thank you for all your love! I never expected for my works to blow up. 😘

'Weird.' You thought. 'Why were such young kids alone at night? With no grown ups.'

You are seeing them trought your window, they are just sitting in the bus stop, but it doesn't look like they are taking a bus. For various reasons..it's 1 am; the oldest of them is at best 15, maybe younger..so they couldn't come from a party or something like that.

You feel symphaty for them, maybe they runned away? But they didn't look like they were siblings...

You get out of the window and start making tea and see at the drawer if you have any cookies, bad for them (and for you) you didn't have cookies, they can content themselvs with tea.

As the tea is ready you take three cups and put the tea in them. 'I hope they like lemon tea.' You think.

As you get out of the house, still in your pajama (you cross your fingers for the neighboors to be sleeping), you get close to the kids.

You see that all of them became alert, you see the girl with black hair clicking on her watch (and it came out a umbrella??), the little girl carrying a knife (what were the kids these days into??) and the older boy had a baseball bat. 'More efective than the umbrella.' You thought

"I don't want to make you bad. I just thought that children your age shouldn't be away from home this late." You say trying to calm them down.

"What am I holding?" The girl with black hair asks.

"An umbrella??" You look confused as hell.

But as you say that the kids take they're things away and look more calm.

"It's that tea?" The little girl asks smiling.

"Yeah, but it's a lemon one." You say. "If you don't like it I'm sorry."

"It's more than fine. Thank you." The boy says. 'It's the first time he is talking.' You think and give the three the tea.

"Thank you." The little girl says and the other girl whispers it.

"I don't want to be rude, but why are you outside this late?" You ask. The three look at eachother, with expressions like 'should we tell?'.

"We ran away from home." The boy says.

"What really?" You ask suprised. "Were your parents bad? Or.." After you can continue the black haired girl says:

"You have no idea how bad." The boy looks at her with a alarming look but she just shrugs.

"I see, I'm sorry to hear that. Do you have a place to go?" You are really worried about these kids, they look like they ran away ages ago.

"No." The little girl says and you feel really bad, 'Should I say that they can saty the night at my house?' And you make a decision.

"If you want, you can stay the night with me. I insist."

They look at eachother again, 'They look like they are discussing with they're eyes.' You think.

"That would be wonderful thank you." You smile as the boy says that.

"Well, then.." You go to tour door and open it. "Make yourself comfortable." The three enter the house.

"You can sleep at the living room. I am at my room if you need something." You say. "And you can use the bathroom of course."

After you say that the boy gets up and goes to the bathroom, the black haired girl sits at the sofa and the little girl watches the books at the shelf. "You can take one if you want." You say to her. "Really?" She aks smiling. "Yeah, go ahead."

She takes one of the books, 'Ulisses', 'Weird taste but okay.' You think.

The boy gets out of the bathroom and after him the other girls go.

The boy helps you change the sofa to a bed and you discover that his name is 'Luke', the little girl's is 'Annabeth' and the blue eyed girl is 'Thalia'.

When they allare again at the living room they rest in the now bed.

"You can watch TV before sleeping if you want." You give them the remote.

"Thank you...?" Annabeth says.

"Y/N." You tell her and you put some chips and sandwichs at they're bags. "For your next journey."

Annabeth smiles at you again and Thalia nods.

"Thank you, for everything." Luke says.

"It's nothing, don't worry about that." You smile at them and go to your room, in the middle of the night you go see how they are, they are all sleeping, you smile and you turn off the TV.

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In the morning you go to your living room and see that they are not there. They even made the bed.

"Nice kids." You say to yourself.

And then you see a note at the book shelf.

'Thank you for everything Y/N.'

You smile again. "Really nice kids..."

[rayssion]

I'm torn because in a sense I'm tired of reading pjo, don't get me wrong like it's about time these kids had some rest, found some peace and lived their lives without the constant danger, I'm feeling tired for them feeling tense all the time, only waiting for worst to happen and it keeps on happening. I want it to stop, I want all of this to stop, these demigods to live, to just lead a normal life.

But on the other hand I'm not ready to leave them yet, I want Rick to write more so I can read more, so I can know more about them, so I can live with them. I want more books and I want more series.

At this point honestly, if Rick just wrote a whole series of the demigods just living their lives normally without anything ever happening to them, a boring life were you just follow a routine, I will fucking dig it up.

Why can't we just read about them without them being in constant danger?? Don't you guys feel bad for Percy? Boy spent years going on quests and doing missions, he deserves a real rest.

So this dilemma lead me to the idea of next generation/s, I'd like to read about something in the future of the same timeline/universe setup of pjo hoo toa, it could be their kids or their grandchildren, just imagine how lovely would it be?

It's like watching the legend of Korra after watching the last airbender lol, you'll see Katara and hear all of them talking about Aang and all of that, and you'll feel the nostalgia because you've been their, you lived with them.

Imagine percabeth's great grandchildren going to camps to train and learn and they hear all these stories about their ancestors and how they saved the world, imagine them accidentally stumbling across solangelo's great grandchildren and they befriend each other without knowing that their families go way back.

And then these kids will have their own adventures (they'll suffer now that they're our new squad lol) and how fun it'll be for us as readers if let's say, one time they go on a quest to retrieve something we're familiar with, like Riptide maybe? Idk.

And a huge bonus!! That they'll at some point seek the huntres and I know they'll spend the long nights hearing stories about the great demigods from Thalia and Reyna. They'll tell them every big and small story, even the time Percy arranged with Hermes for his and Annabeth's anniversary in exchange for looking for his staff. They'll tell them about the cocoa puffs and how Nico always slept with them, and I just know one of them will be determined to descend to the underworld to meet them (because Nico is now dead and in the underworld with Hades and his cocoa puffs and possibly Will).

And at some point they'll have to cross Boston for some reason and oh my god they'll meet Magnus and Alex and they'll stay at the Chase house for a while also hearing some stories from Magnus and shopping from Blitzen.

Rick this's my petition to have mercy on Percy and our lovely demigods and let them live in peace but please don't quit writing, I breath your books more than oxygen at this point<3

[thaliagracesgf]

THALIA GRACE X READER HEAR ME OUT OKAY I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PUT MY IDEAS INTO WORDS BC ENGLISH IS NOT FIRST LANGUAGE

Maybe reader were part of their group (luke annabeth and thalia when they werent in the camp) and they had a little thing back than (crushing basically) but maybe something happenned along the way and she couldn't gowith them to the way of chb. and maybe they found reader but she's on lukes side

happy ending pls

i'm finally posting again!!! and answering a request!! i hope you enjoy this (even though i lowkey hate it).

also yay finally adding headers!!!

thalia grace x hestia!reader

summary is basically the request!!

constant arguing. constant, constant, constant arguing. luke’s head was about to split open. 

“i could have handled him just fine, thanks,” thalia shouted, storming ahead on the narrow path through the woods somewhere in pennsylvania. 

‘guys, please,” he would have thrown his head back if he wasn’t carrying a sleeping annabeth on his back. you thought she was the most adorable thing, drooling a little on luke’s shoulder. even the knife she kept clutched in her small fist was cute, although luke looked a little terrified that if she jolted in her sleep she would slice his chest open. a few weeks ago, you had convinced luke and thalia to stop, let you brush out her matted curls, and put her hair in braids that wouldn’t get caught or tangled as you all continued along the road. of course, thalia sat there critiquing every knot and part you made (with a celestial bronze knife, mind you). 

“it had you pinned to the ground,” you said, referring to the stymphalian bird that had been chasing you from philadelphia. “it would have bitten your head clean off if you hadn’t gotten involved.”

thalia rolled her eyes. 

“can we try a little patience here? gratitude, maybe?” luke chimed in.

“shut up, luke,” you said in unison. you might be bickering all the time, but thalia was your best friend. you certainly didn’t need luke coming in the middle, acting like he ran the show because he was the oldest. you got enough of that from thalia, and she was only a year older than you.

“for gods’ sake,” he muttered.

you trudged along, summoning soft flames between your hands. you hadn’t been born to a goddess, necessarily, but your adopted mother, who had fallen for a kind librarian in your town, had found your doorstep one day, long after the librarian had disappeared from her life, with a note attached. you had accidentally incinerated it shortly after she took you in, but she gave you the gist, which was that hestia had found you through a fire in an orphanage, enthralled by the flames, and that she had decided you were in need of a mother. she had pulled you through the hearth, given you some strange blessing, and dropped you on your mother’s doorstep. 

eight years later, when you were nine, your mother had died in a plane crash on her way back from visiting her father. the foster homes hadn’t loved taking in a nine year old who could summon fire, so that was when you ran away. 

so far, you could tell that hestia was trying her best to help you along your travels, which was more than you could say for hermes (ironically) or athena, let alone zeus, who you were pretty sure was the one stopping the others from intervening. you got the impression that hestia didn’t answer to zeus as much as he would have liked. 

the fire came in handy at nights, when you could warm yourselves around it. you had a way of making even a campground in the middle of the appalachian mountains that crawled with monsters feel like home. you would go to sleep around the fire, but manage to wake up curled within thalia’s arms. you could never place it, but it felt different than how luke held annabeth like her life depended on it: as in, you would always wake to them giggling over their breakfasts at you, but it didn’t hold any weight to laugh at them.   

⭑

the fire came in handy when you were trapped, alone, in the cyclops’ cellar. you had screamed for your friends to leave you, that you would be okay. and it came in handy on the streets of new york for the next five years, and even at the candy shop you managed to get a job in (somewhat illegally: a nice woman named sally did sort of pay you under the table). 

then sally went missing. you lost your job, and you made your way south again, staying in the demigod hideouts you had made with luke, thalia, and annabeth. flames trickled across your skin as you cried, wishing they were still with you. you hoped they were safe at camp, but you could help wondering why they hadn’t sent anyone to come find you. did annabeth even remember you? 

⭑

luke found you just as you were about to starve to death. you’d been in an especial depression, hiding in the cave of the blue ridge mountains, over in tennessee. the cold of the winter was insane. you couldn’t remember it ever getting that bad in the city. 

you broke when he told you she was dead. 

“it’s his fault,” he said, false tears in his eyes. he had long forced away any emotion pertaining to camp half-blood. 

and so you joined him, becoming his right-hand man. the monsters in kronos’ army feared you. the girl with the flames, they whispered. yet in the privacy of your cabin, you silently prayed to hestia, let her guide you as you fought her brother. 

it was she who told you to follow luke to mount tam. 

⭑

the mountaintop was impossibly windy. you were relying entirely on your sword if there was trouble—any flame would be immediately extinguished. 

you hadn’t accounted for the bigger threat—the air leaving your lungs at the sight of your sister on the ground as artemis held the sky beside her. 

he promised. 

he had promised annabeth would never be hurt. 

your stomach churned. she didn’t even see you, bent over in pain. you couldn’t speak. you turned to luke, suddenly terrified. what had he done? what were you a part of? your legs turned to lead. no. he was already practicing. the titan lord was already too far in his mind to turn it around. and he sensed your allegiance shifting.

when she came over the hill your heart stopped. 

your vision blurred as you saw her face. as she came to your side, held your face in her hands, and helped you to the ground beside annabeth. 

you watched through teary eyes as she fought luke. as he fell from the cliff, you couldn’t help but reach out. 

and then your vision darkened. 

⭑

your eyes opened to warmth. annabeth sat by your side, brushing hair from your face. thalia stood talking to a boy—about twelve or thirteen, you guessed—and a man who shared annabeth’s dark skin and deep-in-thought expression. 

she rushed to your side when annabeth called. 

as she knelt beside you, you adjusted yourself on the couch. your hair was probably a disgusting mess. she smiled softly, brushing her own short hair behind her ear. 

“i thought you were a tree,” you croaked, and she laughed lightly. 

“i was. i thought you were cyclops food.” 

“i wasn’t.”

she lowered her head, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows. she pushed a pillow behind your head, but held it up with the hand that wasn’t resting on your thigh. as she kissed you, you saw the years of camping behind you and the years ahead of rushing to her tree as the hunters arrived at camp all at once. 

and as she pulled back, you saw annabeth smile, hiding her face in the other kid’s chest.

[lilislegacy]

Hi! I've been seeing people send you headcannons just for fun so here ya go

Do you think the Achilles spot on Percy's back stayed like highly sensitive even after he lost the blessing of Achilles?

I'd like to think so because it could make for some hilarious (and also maybe some angsty) stuff

Like I can imagine Annabeth walking up behind him and like lightly poking his back while he's talking to other people, and he just shrieks mid sentence. No one knows why because no one else knows where the spot was lol

(I totally didn't get this idea from my partner randomly poking me and scaring the shit out of me, what are you talking about?? /lh)

hey @invadericee! thanks for the ask!

i love hearing other peoples headcanons, so keep them coming!

and i LOVE this one. i’ve never even thought about it but im now completely on board. annabeth would totally do that. and she would just start giggling and he would call her a little menace and possibly chase her lol. i also feel like it could be a very intimate thing for them. we already know her touching it makes electricity run though his body. so along with it being something of humor and angst, i think it could also be a source of intimacy between them. so yes, for so many reasons, i love this. it has so much potential. headcanon accepted.

and i’ll even add on to it with a potential idea: what do we think about it still being sensitive, but only really so when annabeth touches it? after all, when he got the curse of achilles, annabeth is the one who he thought of. she’s the source. the spot on his back was a weakness because it was the part that bore his true fragility and sensitivity, and that’s the part of him that tied itself to annabeth. (i could go on for 20 pages about the true weight and significance of that and what she means to him.) she could literally sense he was in danger when the knife was thrown at the spot in TLO. it was tied to her. so maybe if anyone else were to accidentally touch the spot now, like when his mom or a friend is hugging him, it just feels a bit weird. but when annabeth touches it, that’s when it feels all tingly and he get chills and his breath catches. yes? no? thoughts?

[writingmia]

percy jackson/heroes of olympus love languages headcanons

In honour of the teaser trailer and the show release date, I have relapsed into my Percy Jackson addiction, so here are some of my headcanons for the characters and their love languages.

Authors Note: This are my personal headcanons for my interpretation of the characters, but I'd love to have a discussion if you disagree with me. I have tried my best to avoid putting physical touch as the main love language of any character, not because I find it less valid than others, but because I see a fair amount of mistyping with physical touch, since majority of people in love tends to want to have physical contact with their partner. Finally, these are non-specific, so you can apply them either for ships or as imagines with you and the characters.

English isn't my first language, so please beware.

Warnings: none

Percy Jackson: quality time/words of affirmation Percy's love languages were influenced by Sally Jackson herself, and the way she raised Percy. He didn't get to spend a lot of time with his mother, the one person he cared about the most, for in the first years of his life, so it became natural for him to treasure every second he had with her. This continued on when he found out he was a half-blood, especially with the dangers that come with the job and the constant knowledge that he or the people he cared about might not make it to tomorrow. Spending time with the people he cares about, no matter what they're doing, is one of the main ways he shows his love. Furthermore, he is very vocal with his affection towards his loved ones. He isn't scared to verbalize his appreciation for them, to praise them for their achievements or to verbally reassure them, much like Sally did for him growing up

Leo Valdez: acts of service/gifts When Leo cares about someone, he takes care of them almost subconsciously. He doesn't really think about the fact that he constantly does small things for the people he cares about - it comes naturally. He knows their favourite snacks so he can always have them at hand, he fixes their weapons or devices or whatever needs fixing without them needing to ask. On an equal level with that, he is also constantly making little gifts for his loved ones to make their life easier. A new weapon with the perfect balance for them? He made it immediately after hearing their weapon was causing them issues. He finds out what their favourite flower is? He's giving them a small bouquet of them, made from scrap metal he found lying around and just fiddled with without even thinking about it. He just wants to make the life of the people around him easier and he'll go to great lengths to do that

Annabeth Chase: quality time/acts of service Annabeth is a busy woman. She's always in a rush, always has a project to work on, a duty to fulfill, a place to be and people to please. So the way her loved ones know how much she cares about them is because she manages to find time to spend with them. They might not even be doing anything important, just sitting by the lake or in their cabin, not even speaking to one another, with Annabeth consumed by another project or a book, but she has found the time to go and be with that person. Even more, if she stops something she undoubtedly has to do, just to help out a person she cares about with a task or something else that gives them trouble, that is someone she is ready to die for. If you're anyone else and you try to bother Annabeth Chase, you can bet you'll end with a knife in the throat or, somehow worse, with the worst death glare you have ever experienced

Hazel Levesque: physical touch I find Hazel with a love language physical touch a fascinating concept because of the way she was raised. When she was a child, things were a lot more conservative, so casual touching isn't something that was implemented often. Still to this day, Hazel would sometimes get flustered or uncomfortable by PDA, so the fact that she shows affection to people by finding small reasons to touch them is something so special to me. Whether it would be a pat on the back after a job well done, casually grabbing a person's arm while telling a story to keep them engaged or sitting thigh to thigh when it's not strictly necessary, Hazel would find these little excuses to hold contact with her loved ones for just a bit longer, and while in the beginning she was very unsure of that, with time she had grown more confident and comfortable in showing affection

Those are my headcanons for now. Please feel free to share yours in the comments, I would love a discussion! If you want me to post more headcanons I have for the characters, or if you want me to do the love languages they live to receive, please let me know!

All from me for tonight, - mia

[g0thnico]

Part 3 of the English story I'm writing

Part 2

Part 1

Everyone has been in a situation where your gaze just meets that of a stranger, everything moves in slow motion, roses appear in the corner of your vision, and you think "I've found my soulmate". But that moment ends the moment he finishes taking your order, and you can no longer stand in line at that bakery.

That was exactly Percy's feeling when he encountered dark eyes, deep circles under his eyes, and pale skin for the first time. He thought Nico, the bakery receptionist, would be a temporary obsession, but no, that's not what happened.

The first week he was just trying to convince himself that it was the coffee (which isn't particularly good), But one Saturday, while playing Mario Kart with his roommate, Grover, he found himself thinking about that moment where their fingers touched for seconds, he was just getting his cappuccino. Then he remembered how Nico would tuck his hair behind his ear while asking "anything else, sir?", or how he would bite his lip when he was distracted. He realized what was happening at the exact moment his princess Peach fell off the map and Grover's Luigi won the game.

"Man, I'm in love." He blurted out.

"Well, I kind of already know," Percy stared at his best friend, who seemed to have been holding this in for a long time.

"How?"

"You talk in your sleep... And while you're awake..." Despite trying to hide it, Grover couldn't help himself and confessed, "sometimes you call me 'Nico' without realizing it."

"Gods, really? Sorry about that."

"No problem. But have you ever thought about asking him out?"

He thought about it.

"Maybe, do you think it would work?"

"Just do it, without thinking too much." He took a potato chip out of the bag as he finished, "You go crazy when you think too much."

"You know me so well." Rolling his eyes, Grover continued to eat his chips while his friend challenged him to a rematch in the Mario Kart race.

After that they just slept, Percy with more difficulty than his best friend.

This advice remained fixed in his mind until Monday morning, from the moment he was drying his hair after showering to the moment he walked out of his dormitory with their hands in their pockets. His cell phone in his right pocket and his keys in his left, plus extra items in the pockets of his cargo pants (pen, watermelon trident, AirPods and some money), everything a young adult needs to survive.

He was walking calmly in the hallways when Annabeth Chase (the girl with the highest grades in some of his classes) stopped him. Well, besides being very intelligent, she is his friend after all. The blonde looked in a hurry and had a red tinge on her face; the weather was really hot, huh.

His green eyes flashed when, without warning, Annabeth called him to go to a park, maybe to get a snack or just to walk around.

"sure, I'm just going to leave campus for breakfast, It will be quick."

"Okay, we're setting it for 10:00am, yeah?"

"That works for me."

Saying goodbye with a side hug, Percy choose the path he always took to his favorite bakery.

As always, he entered hearing the familiar sound of the bell, waited in line, and was creating the whole fantasy scenario where he would find Nico waiting for my order with his beautiful smile.

His green eyes were frantically looking between the person in front of him and his watch. When he took the last look forward to the person was finishing their order and looking for an available table. That's when Percy put away his cell phone and put all his charisma into play.

"How can I help you?"

Percy's smile gradually faded when he realized that it wasn't Nico, but it would be too rude to just look serious at the blond attendant in front of him, so he kept his friendly expression.

"Oh. Hmm. a cappuccino." The clerk frowned as he looked at the tablet on the counter.

"Alright, your order will be delivered soon." He seemed to have noticed Percy's discouragement, who was still standing thinking about (you guessed it) Nico. "He's off today."

"What?" he was startled by the sudden information coming from the blond man in front of him.

"Nico di Angelo."

"Oh." He seriously thought about whether he really wanted coffee today; in fact, he only praises the coffee from here because Nico makes it.

In fact, the taste wasn't the best.

Okay, it was bad.

"So, a cake?"

"Is that a question?" Percy almost smiled at her sarcastic response, but he didn't feel energetic enough to socialize today.

"Guess what." Maybe he was a little sociable today.

"You drink coffee when Nico is here." The blonde raised a questioning eyebrow.

Percy bit his lip, trying to ignore the embarrassment, only now realizing that the attendant was making his coffee, even though he really didn't want it.

"I'll tell you a secret." His blue eyes swept over the hot water he was carefully pouring into the machine. "The coffee here isn't bad, Nico just sucks at it."

The dark-haired man followed every movement of his body as he went to get the sugar and milk, as well as the cream.

"Look, nothing against Nico, but he's so immersed in his dark and lonely life that he forgets that not everyone likes to be bitter." He frowned, probably realizing he'd gotten too deep into this. "What I'm trying to say is: he always drinks his coffee black because he likes it bitter, so he assumes everyone else does too."

"Ah, I didn't imagine Nico would be so..." The brunette tried to think of a suitable word for it, while making a somewhat disappointed expression for not knowing the boy as well as he thought. "Dark."

Noticing his reaction, the clerk widened his eyes and began to apologize.

"Don't get me wrong, Nico isn't a bad person; he's actually really nice." He tried to fix his mistake without diverting from the focus of Percy's coffee. "He's just really emo and pretends not to like sweet and soft things, but he actually likes roasting marshmallows with his sisters."

With each word that came out of his mouth, Percy felt more and more unmotivated. He didn't even know that his crush had sisters, what kind of man in love is that? Failure.

When he was at his lowest point, his coffee was ready, and the attendant handed it to him with a kind smile that wasn't really comforting because it came from someone who had protocol for acting that way, kind with a smile on his face. To make matters worse, Percy began to consider the possibility that his favorite attendant was giving him that kind of smile all the time, and he never noticed.

He took a sip of the drink, and it was sweet, not overly so, in the perfect way a cappuccino should be.

He felt guilty for finding it a thousand times better than Nico's coffee, so he returned it to the attendant, leaving his money there with a few dollars in change that he didn't bother to take.

"Sorry... uhm..." he searched his name tag for Will Solace; Percy had completely forgotten. "Will, sorry about that; you can keep the change and..." he searched his pocket. "This is all I have for a tip."

Accepting the money in his hands, Will just shook his head guilty, looking for Percy's subtly bad mood, but that frown disappeared when the green-eyed brunette gave him the most beautiful smile he had seen in his entire life, coming from the man with the beauty of a Greek deity.

Yeah, fuck Nico.

Will would send some message to his friend later.

As his thoughts flew as he remembered that smile, taking advantage of the lack of customers today, Percy frowned, looking at the clock on his cell phone.

"He didn't give me the baguette."

[dearggntlereader]

DRUNK WITH DRABBLES stage 1. :☆｡ﾟ. ─

REQUEST EVENT ───────────────────────────────

Today is my self-care day and I have made it my mission to write as much as possible with each cocktail I drink :)) This is stage one aka the first cocktail (very delicious btw) aka the fluffy stage

You have ca. 2h to submit the fluffy prompts (till 17:00) and then we move to the next stage... :))

STAGE 2

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PROMPTS . :☆｡ﾟ. ────────────────────────────────

PINK GIN💒Them staring at you from across the room and getting flustered when you meet their eye

COSMOPOLITAN🏩"Come here, sweetheart."

SEX ON THE BEACH🩱"you feel my heart? That's how much you affect me, my love"

STRAWBERRY MOJITO👚"stop being so pretty, it hurts!!"

BLUEBERRY MOJITO👛pulling you in by your hips and whispering something you can't quite hear into your ear, hot breath on your neck

WATERMELON PROSSECO🎀"I can't stand you!" "Weird way to propose, but yes"

BERRY DAIQUIRI💗tickling you from the back before actually hugging you

SHIRLEY TEMPLE🩰DRUNK DNACING!!!

PINK GIN SPRITZ💌"why haven't you worn this before? you look gorgeous"

PINK LADY👡custom prompt

CHARACTER LIST . :☆｡ﾟ. ───────────────────────────

───── HARRY POTTER

ﾟ☆ marauders *:･ﾟ James Potter *:･ﾟ Remus Lupin *:･ﾟ Peter Pettigrew *:･ﾟ Lily Evans *:･ﾟ Dorcas Meadowes *:･ﾟ Pandora Lovegood

ﾟ☆ slytherin boys *:･ﾟ Mattheo Riddle *:･ﾟ Blaise Zabini

───── OBX

ﾟ☆ pogues *:･ﾟ JJ Maybank *:･ﾟ Kiara

ﾟ☆ kooks None yet

───── GILMORE GIRLS

ﾟ☆ gilmore girls *:･ﾟ Jess *:･ﾟ Tristan

───── PERCY JACKSON

ﾟ☆ book *:･ﾟ Percy Jackson *:･ﾟ Annabeth Chase

ﾟ☆ show *:･ﾟ Luke Castellan

───── SPIDERMAN

ﾟ☆ tasm *:･ﾟ Peter Parker

ﾟ☆ ATSV/ ITSV *:･ﾟ Hobie Brown *:･ﾟ Miguel O'hara

If you wanna be added to the taglist for this event, comment or send a request!!

EVENT STAGE 1 CLOSED

let me drink my next cocktail real quick so that we can move on to some Angst and hurt/comfort :))

[pjoxreader]

hey! so i read the 'what if reader betrays them' and was thinking it really seems like reader was forced to do this, so thats what im here for. id like to request a pt 2 with percy, annabeth, and leo, where reader dies, and says "ive always loved, since the beginning, before i had to do this, i never meant to play with your heart. make sure this doesnt happen to anyone else... i love you..." or something along the lines of this, so it just really angsty and also like "im about to kill whoever made you do this" and just like how they reacted to that! thanks, sorry if its too long!

Reader Betrays Them Part 2

((I hope you enjoy! It gets very angsty and a bit graphic so be ready for that!))

TW: Death, Gore

Percy Jackson

-You stopped before you could cut him down, falling to your knees. You made it this far yet you couldn’t go through with it. Now you put your family was in danger and you couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face.

-”I failed… I’m so sorry… Mom…” you choke out voice cracking. Percy is at your side in seconds holding you close in a hug. You missed the warmth of his arms so you choke back a sob and hug him close.

-For just those few seconds you forgot you were in the midst of war. Half-bloods fighting one another, blood staining the once colorful flower field. That’s when you see it. Someone raising a spear to throw into Percy’s back.

-Your body moves on its own, forcing Percy to flip over with you. Then you feel it. A sharp pain, a warmth and then… Then a burning ache. Your voice catches in your throat as the pain was so bad you couldn’t even form a scream coughing up blood. 

-You could see the look of utter horror in Percy’s eyes, a shaky smile forming on your face as you take a bloodied hand to his cheek to try and soothe him. Despite your own pain there was nothing worse than seeing the agony on Percy’s face. ”I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Percy I’ve always loved you…” you manage to choke out spitting up some blood.

-”No… No save your strength, you can tell me everything once you get better.” Percy was shaking, digging through his pack to find nectar or anything to help you. You gently take his hand. “My family… Please… Please protect them… Stop… The monster from… Hurting anyone else.” you plead. Your final request. Percy grits his teeth hard enough you worry they’d break but does nod. You smile in relief knowing Percy wouldn’t fail and with that you close your eyes content with the life you lived, hearing Percy scream in rage as you fade away.

Annabeth Chase

-You were just another traitor. You knew that. Just another person who had managed to hurt Annabeth… You didn’t have a choice. If you helped this monster it swore it’d spare Annabeth. That’s all you cared about.

-The two of you had sparred plenty of time before this, but this was different. The rage and anger in her eyes mixed with subtle tears. It hurt. Your heart felt like it was splitting in two. “Why! Why do you have to betray me too!?” She demands from you, voice quivering. 

-You try to say something to explain yourself in some way, but seeing an arrow flying towards her your body moves on its own. Capturing her in a tight hug. This surprises her as she tries to shove you back “W-What are you doing!?” she demands shoving you back.

-It was painful, it felt like someone had stabbed you with a hot knife but it felt worse when Annabeth shoved you away. You stumble back falling onto your ass and cough up some blood. You could see Annabeth’s gears turning in her head before she understands what happens paling and going to your side.

-You can’t help but laugh at that. You had been trying for years to surprise Annabeth and it never once worked. Now it has. “I… I could never stay mad at you Annabeth…” you say shakily feeling poison spreading through your blood like a hot fever. You could feel yourself getting dizzy and weak as Annabeth makes you lean against her trying to check the wound. “Why… Why would you do this!?” She demands tears streaming down her face.

-You shakily reach up using the last of your energy to rub her tears away. “For you… They swore… They’d spare you… If… if I joined them…” you manage to choke out. “I’m sorry… For doubting your strength.. But… But you were too important to me.” your words were getting weaker as you felt your body shake with chills. “I love you…” you manage to choke out with a wheeze. Annabeth gently rests her forehead against yours and as your vision fades away you could hear her faintly say “I love you too.”.

Leo Valdez

-Leo was smart and brave. You always knew that, but seeing his anger and frustration turned on you hurt. He threw fireballs at you, so you quickly dodge moving in to close the distance between you two. You were at a severe disadvantage with his range. He stops your advances by setting the grass and flowers in front of you on fire.

-You wouldn’t be able to get close to him, there’s no way. But then he does something you don’t expect. He jumps through the fire pinning you to the ground, he stops the flames that had crawled its way up his body by forcing himself to take deep breaths. “Why… Tell me why you did this!” he pleads with you, his voice cracking slightly at the end. 

-The pain in his eyes is enough to make you crack, not being able to stop the tears that stream down your face. “Because I love you Leo.” you manage to choke out. The look of utter confusion was clear on his face, but before you could explain you watch as one of Leo’s explosions go off near you both. 

-You didn’t hesitate to flip Leo over and shield him with your body as you see green flames burst and die around you. You let out a weak cry of pain feeling your back light up in pain and then it was gone. You could feel the area around the burn arching like a lit torch was being held to it, it must have burned through your nerves. “No! No!” You hear Leo scream checking your back.  -You could see the color fade from his face as he goes ghostly pale and that’s when you knew. “I’m sorry…” you choke out realizing that you may never get the chance to tell him everything. You force yourself to focus all your energy into talking. “No, no, save your energy. I’ll get some ambrosia!” Leo tries but you knew it wouldn’t do any good.

-”Just… Listen.” you plead with him, weakly taking his hand. He takes a shaky breath and nods, holding your hand instead rubbing gentle circles on your palm. “I’ve always loved you… Ever… Ever since you talked to me at camp… They… They put me under a curse… If… If I didn’t help them… I would be forced to kill you..” you manage to explain. You could feel the coolness of Leo’s tears against your hand which was a starch contrast to the burning in your back. “I love you too… I… I could never stop loving you…” You could feel your vision blur as you give a weak smile seeing Leo on fire with a roar of anguish. Your last thought being of how his flames make him look like a shining star.

~Masterlist & Rules~

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[helpallthenamesaretaken]

EP 4 was just mostly talking and conversations, but there was so much depth THAT I MUST TALK ABOUT IT.

I could literally feel the anguish exuding out of Sally trying to teach Percy to swim

Ngl i was a lil skeptical about azrien’s acting but hearing that scream changed everything

“Hey, you still sleeping?” “Yes” she’s so relatable i love it

i thought we were going to wait until the zebra truck scene for the trauma bonding but we got some of it now which is cool and also makes me wonder whether they’re going to take it to a whole level in the zebra truck scene

I kinda like how annabeth knows so much about grover their dynamic in the show is just so chef’s kiss

I dont know if the whole “thalia made me earn it” thing is canon but its an interesting spin on their dynamic

Grover is such a mood pls shoutout to grover (this episode focused a lil more on percy and annabeth’s dynamic)

Its interesting how they changed frederick chase in the show. In the book frederick never wanted annabeth but in the show frederick loved annabeth. It makes more sense now that percy asks her to go back especially in the books, that was very controversial to have annabeth seem like she was overexaggerating about what she went through with them

i was waiting for them to introduce the searcher pan stuff i almost thought they’d erased it, thankfully they brought it up

ANNABETH’S FACE WHEN THE COP CALLED HER A “LITTLE GIRL” LEAH YOU’RE A ROCKSTAR

Medusa>>>>echidna in the show IM SORRY ECHIDNA WOULDN’T STOP TALKING

The architect in annabeth is coming out i hope she explicitly talks about it later on

I don’t think the writers knew what to do with grover when percy and annabeth were talking so they just made annabeth a little unnecessarily rude for some reason?? At least its better than the movies, where annabeth and grover just WALK AWAY from hermes and percy

i didnt expect the random posh voice it threw me off but it was so funny

OK but can someone help me with this? Percy in this scene says “i have a gift” to annabeth? Could someone pls explain? What gift?

Last episode i was cringing at the screen at percy for the “can’t we just call your mom?” This episode i was cringing at the screen for annabeth’s “you wanna say hi to your dad :))))” these kids have no sense of touchy subjects do they

you’ve done so much more to me in the past few days than poseidon has done in my whole life. If i have to stick with somebody, i—“ “be careful, you were about to call me a friend” THIS DIALOGUE IS SO PRECIOUS ITS WORTH A BILLION DOLLARS

Im suspicious about the percabething this series is doing so far, i feel like its too early, its giving me a feeling that there’s going to be some big angst thats going to happen later on to break the world

When Percy fell, i was genuinely thinking he was going to give annabeth a hug lol (“wow annabeth no you are my friend!!” Something like that)

alexa play jump and fall by ts

I love that they’re expanding the consequences that came with sending medusa’s head to olympus, and how it negatively impacted annabeth, which will probably turn angsty later on

Also, percy looks half dead

The plan to push annabeth into the stairs was executed so smoothly wow

i like they are exploring the very concerning side of percy too, the part of him thats like “im the useless one im ready to die no probs” ALSO THALIA PARALLELS THEY’RE DEF GONNA TOUCH ON THAT NEXT EPISODE

i like how the water grabbed percy like a little tunnel

Its so funny how the nereid says poseidon’s name and percy just starts struggling more like “HELL NO”

THE PARALLELS OF THE START OF THE EPISODE OF PERCY TELLING SALLY TO BREATHE AND THE END OF THE EPISODE OF NEREID TELLING PERCY TO BREATHE

What the heck is that throne thing? Why is percy turning golden? What is happening? HUGGGGGG!! (Too early, as i said), oh look ares—OMG ITS ARES!!