#annabeth chase centric

[thatcatangelwriter]

ill say it i think the romans are more scared of annabeth then percy. First off in their eyes she is not supposed to exist as minerva doesn't have kids. So she's like a walking paradox and also this is annabeth....favorite child of a godess who hates their guts, bunch of her siblings are buried under their city which gaves her a pretty good reason to hate their guts and perhaps retaliate with support. She completed the quest that nobody could. She's a child of athena yet has the son of poseidon wrapped around her finger. Is the leader of the seven. Built the home of the gods. Gods the romans have never met. Litteraly like what 5 of their praetors hazel, percy,frank,reyna and jason look up to her and respect her like crazy and don't even get me started on how she was a huge part in ending the titan war...

[valewritessss]

I’m working on a big Percabeth fanfic recommendations post because someone asked and I just decided to sort through and recommend almost every percabeth fic I’ve read.

I know enough about myself to know that it’s not a good idea to set a due date so I’m just gonna say that I’ll post it by this week probably. If you want to be tagged please say so in the tags or something.

EDIT: school is already taking up time so this will probably take so long I’m sorry😭

[jlmasaysmoneyisbest]

Favorite Ideas to create

My favorite ideas to like imagine up

is one that makes no sense

Like Bruce Wayne as Cale Henituse

or crossovers that are so big and confusing it hurts

One of my favorite I came up with is

Damian as an apollo child

mostly b/c i see him as a Child who loves art

but he has mastered all musical things

because of how bored he was

Like Apollo is a god

he could most defintely sneak some of his DNA into Damian as he was made

he could also replace someones DNA

but why would he?

Bruce and Talia are hot XD

He would probably flirt with them if they didn't scare him

So

Damian arrives at wayne house at age 10

He is in the League of Assassins till age 6

and the years before that NO ONE KNOWS

he went to demi-god camp

and then at age 9 a month before he turned 10 returned b/c

Apollo just went through his trials and Will was in tarturus

he rather all the children he has who could be sent home would

and Apollo knew about Talia plan to send him to the waynes

so he felt good sending Damian to Talia

who then sent him to the waynes

So Damian has like 34 identities

Damian Al Ghul

Damian Wayne

Robin

and

Damian the son of apollo

(his favorite brother is in fact Nico-with a doctors note! without it its Will who's mother has 100% adopted him

so Damian Solace- is the fourth identity

mostly b/c I don't know much about Will's mother but if she's anything like Will and if she liked Apollo

most definetely would adopt Damian

idk it feels right

they also never told the demi-gods were Damian is

so yeah-they get messages from Apollo he is alright

and Damian has been busy the summers he could return

until like one day

Will and Nico still haven't fully been back to 95%(91 for Nico he went twice)health sense tarturus(not 100 they could never return to 100)

So Apollo decided FAMILY ROAD TRIP!!!!

and they whole Wayne family all panics b/c who is this man calling Damian son why is Damian agreeing

and WHERE IS HE GOING?!

and thats it all I have

[sepia-stained-sunset]

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 8,337

Fandoms: Percy Jackson And The Olympians- Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms- All Media Types

Rating: General

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Percy Jackson & Estelle Blofis, Percy Jackson & Everyone, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Estelle Blofis

Additional Tags: Unreliable Narrator Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson-Centric, Percy Jackson Has Issues, Good Significant Other Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson Tries To Be A Good Older Sibling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Loathing, Eventual Happy Ending

Summary:

“It’ll never be enough”, Annabeth’s words are matter-of-fact, tone brooking no argument, “that’s the point of it, I think. It’ll never be enough, but you’re always supposed to keep trying to make it get there”

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 ��𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥? He bites his tongue to keep from asking. He can want all of her, but there are still things that are hers to keep. Things she’s fought to keep. Percy can’t quite shake away the image of her at seven, face tear-stained, getting ready to run and never looking back. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥? 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺?

“I’ll hold Estelle enough”, he vows, and he doesn’t need to swear on the Styx for it to be the truest promise he’s ever made.

Or, nothing in Percy's life comes easy. Becoming a big brother is no different.

@archiveoffavstuff

[yonemurishiroku]

That fic about a demons and angels and hunters AU and Annabeth along with her group of hunters trap Nico and take his wings. 

Edit: nope. it’s Jason and Percy-centric. And also as it turns out: Jason is the one who severes Nico’s wings. Nope it’s not a Jasico fic. There’s Jason, Annabeth, Luke trio though. And Dakota. Which is weird, but fun!

[mallorykeen]

pjo tv show countdown day one: prophecies/fate

[odysseus-crewmate-number38]

whats the things you'd like to fix in the rrverse? be as brief or extensive as you want :D

Aaa i rlly like this questionn

i think i’d like heroes of olympus to be less romantic relationship centric? The love triangle thing with frank-hazel-leo felt unnecessary and the enemies to lovers arc for calypso and leo was so rushed it lasted for like 4 chapters and i think they’d benefit from not being a romantic pairing at all

also i wish gaea had a better build up and final battle i felt like that was also super rushed. I think my last point for heroes of olympus is that I wish Octavian was more fleshed out, he doesn’t even have a last name or mentions of a backstory. It feels like he just exists to be hated on tbh

i don’t really like the entanglement of historical figures with the greek gods too. H*tler being a hades kid is so unnecessary and wrong considering hades other kids backgrounds.

I dislike how little research rick put into Samirah in Magnus Chase, her taking off her hijab in front of everyone multiple times because she sees them as family is one example of this tbh.

also i don’t like rick writing teen x gods relationships like sadie x anubis and calypso x leo.

This is really nitpicky but I don’t like how rick writes about makeup either. With Annabeth in Circes island to Piper with Jason in the first hoo book he acts like people wear makeup just for others attention even though there are so many other reasons why someone would want to wear makeup??

how he writes aphrodite and her cabin also bothers me. In the final battle in hoo, aphrodite is just throwing rose petals and in botl, the aphrodite kids are just making sure the other kids look good? Aphrodite and her kids are so much more than that :/

thats all i can think of at the moment :]

[pjohoo-reclists]

hey, i was wondering if you had any fics where percy joins luke?

Hi Anon!! You're in luck, I've got a few.

Percy Jackson Joins Luke Castellan Rec List

A list of fics where Percy Jackson joins Luke Castellan and Kronos's side during Titan War. Ships vary. Enjoy!

love is the salvation of the world by crazymateinnit

T | 1.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Luke Castellan

The gods are bad parents, Luke Castellan centric, Good Kronos

In another world, Percy Jackson was the Champion of the Gods. But in this world, Percy was born three years earlier. He found the love of his life in a bitter blonde boy who hated his father but still offered Percy all the love in the world. In this world, Percy took a place in the General’s army. In this world, Percy fought against the gods. OR: Percy falls in love with Luke Castellan and joins him in Kronos’s Army.

i was the good kid (and it got me nothing) by phoenix_flying

T | 2.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson & Alabaster Torrington, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase

Good Luke Castellan, Self-indulgent, Percy joins Kronos

“You should’ve died in Tartarus. But you’re just a kid. Younger then me when I got to camp. I have an offer.” “An offer…?” "You could join us.” OR luke and percys chat goes a lil different

Soulmates on Opposing Sides by Takara_Phoenix

T | 2.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Luke Castellan/Octavian

Polyamory, Soulmates, Percy joins the rebel army

[Prompts: triads + soulmates] Luke had a plan. A solid plan. Until his soulmate comes stumbling into Camp Half-Blood. Suddenly, his plans need some adjustment. Or: Percy's flaw is his loyalty, what if he has a soulmate with whom that loyalty now lays...?

you shall be deceived by one who calls you a friend by phoenix_flying

G | 2.3k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Alabaster Torrington & Annabeth Chase

Good Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson joins Kronos, Post The Lightning Thief

Percy leaned his head on the window, letting his eyes close. His mind drifted to a car ride with his mom, the radio playing some random station they both enjoyed and a comfortable silence as they drove. He missed her. OR percy meets some of his allies

Stripped by robindrake93

M | 2.4k+ | Last Updated Feb 20, 2024

Percy Jackson/Luke Castellan

Homelessness, Runaway Percy Jackson, Action/Adventure

When Luke asks Percy to run away with him, Percy says yes.

A Heroes Fault by EMMESCRISIS

G | 2.7k+ | Last Updated April 27, 2024

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson Needs a Hug, Dark Percy Jackson

Percy joins Luke on his quest to bring back Kronos.

If I Could Kill You, I Would by TheGayGhostKing

T | 3.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson & Grover Underwood

Dark Percy Jackson, Songfic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Percy joins Luke at the end of TLO Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Songfic

Dark Side of the Sea by Takara_Phoenix

T | 4.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Jason Grace, Side Pairings

AU - Canon Divergence, Dark Percy, Fluff

When Percy joins camp, he joins Luke's side of the war, because instead of straight-up trying to murder Percy, Luke actually tries to sway him. Later down the road, Percy is sent to sway some Romans... and Jason Grace finds it impossible not to be swayed by the son of Poseidon.

A New Age by Lukes_pet_scorpion

T | 10k+ | Last Updated March 15 2024

Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Manipulative Kronos, Luke Castellan Lives, Dark Percy Jackson

Percy is fed up with how the gods are ruling. The way they could care less if their own children die or not. They send half-bloods on hard quests just to do their bidding. Well, Percy's had enough. That's when Luke Castellan offers Percy another chance to join him. (This is set during The Sea of Monsters-The Last Olympian)

Not Only is it Thicker (Blood is Stickier Than Water) by Simmshine

T | 10k+ | Last Updated March 26, 2024

Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan & Annabeth Chase

Brotherly Angst, Cain instinct, Percy Jackson needs a hug

Luke had framed him for his theft, Luke was ready to be a catalyst for a war. Luke was serving Kronos, the very root of Percy's torment, his nightmares. The son of Hermes studies his gaze for a moment, before he turns back to the stone to slash what feels like the final indent into the ruin. The clearing is bathed in crimson, but the sounds of the fireworks are distant now as Percy's hands shake. The older half-blood, the one Percy had oh so idolized, raises his sword. Percy knows he is at a crossroads, two decisions offering themselves to him. He can do nothing, let Luke rip through the barrier and escape the camp with him. Or he can do what he's done for weeks now, the one thing that had gotten his father's attention. He can fight. He looks at Luke and part of him cries brother while the other raises Riptide. TLDR; Percy and Luke's encounter goes differently, and Percy finds himself as a harbinger of war. (Meanwhile, Annabeth just wants a her family back.)

[somefanficrecomendations]

December Monthly Roundup

Here's December's fic round up!

DC/BATMAN

Worlds Saddest Breakfast Club by motleyfam   (gen)7k, Hurt/Comfort, Jason Todd-Centric Following a couple of Very Bad Weeks™ (which may or may not have involved being kidnapped and mildly tortured), Jason decides the best way to cheer himself up is to break into the Manor for a 3 a.m. snack. Turns out he isn’t the only one awake.

Batstream by RandomReader13 (gen), 6k, Bats on social media, Humor   “I want it on record that I think this is a terrible idea and I’m only doing this to mitigate the damage." AKA Red Robin decides it's a great idea to livestream patrol while Batman's off-world. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

cards on the table by wesslan (gen) 67k, WIP, Fortune Teller AU, Tim Drake-Centric  Tim's parents faked their deaths and fled the country years ago, but neglected to take him with them. He spent some time on the streets, and now at 16, he makes a living as a fortune teller, stalking and hustling the shit out of Gotham's elite by telling them eerily accurate fortunes based on the information he gathers about them.  His life is peculiar but he wouldn't change a thing. When he gets booked for the big Wayne Halloween party, however, he finds himself getting all tangled up with the Waynes, and the more fortunes he tells, the tighter the snare becomes.  or: Tim just wanted to scam Gotham's elite, not end up on the Batfamily's watchlist. But it seems they just won't leave him alone..

(a not so) lonesome town by wesslan   (gen), 10k, 2-part series, Sentient Gotham, Jazz music. Two works in which Gotham City is sentient and adopts enough kids to rival Batman himself (Batman is one of them).

Banshee in a Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee) (gen), 43k, Meta Tim, Resurrection Powers   Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion.  When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn.  But most of all, Tim is alone.  (If you die and no-one is there to see it, were you ever alive in the first place?)

HUNGER GAMES

right here in the old therebefore by californianNostalgia (Katniss/Peeta) 14k, Canon Divergence, Ghosts There’s a ghost at the Hanging Tree. Katniss sees him first when she’s six, her hair in braids, the song about the growing gallows fresh in her mind. This changes nothing. This changes some things. (In which Lucy Gray killed Coriolanus at the lake.)

How Rue Became the Mockingjay by aimmyarrowshigh (multi) 5k, Different 74th Victors AU Katniss Everdeen and the girl from Eleven are ruining their best-laid plans – the Capitol’s and the Rebels’. So Caesar, they say. Announce the change. An alternate chronology for The Hunger Games.

CROSSOVERS

Annabeth and the Nine Step Career Plan by feeling_the_aster_9145 (Annabeth/Percy), 76k, PJO x DCU, Annabeth gets Lex Luthor arrested, BAMF Annabeth. Annabeth Chase does not accept limitations. Everyone knows that. If she wants something, no matter how impossible, she will find a way to make it happen. Though, perhaps she will allow Bruce Wayne and his ridiculous paranoia-induced company restrictions a small portion of the credit. Actually… now that she thinks about it, the man may have had a point in his worries. Wayne Technologies does not accept college interns. Annabeth always has a plan B.

A Lesson in Superiority by Nation-Ustria (gen), 96k, WIP, Batfam x Harry Potter, Damian Wayne is Harry Potter, Wizarding Politics “The good news is, he’s not cursed,” Constantine says. “And the bad news?” Dick asks sharply. Constantine squints. “I wouldn’t call it bad news so much as, er, news.” He turns to Damian with something like a grimace. “You’re a wizard, kid.” “...I’m a what?”

[aki-bara]

They Call Her By Name (4730 words) by mcdonalds-transgressions

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Grace & Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan & Thalia Grace, Annabeth Chase & Thalia Grace, Thalia Grace & Zoe Nightshade, Artemis & Thalia Grace Additional Tags: Thalia Grace-centric, Bad Parent Beryl Grace, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse, Homelessness, Petty Theft (implied), Gender Issues, Closeted Character, Discussion of HRT, Coming Out, Genderqueer Lee Fletcher, Trans Silena Beauregard, Trans Zoe Nightshade, Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson), Families of Choice, Community - Freeform, Self-Acceptance, Introspection, 5+1 Things, Mentioned Percy Jackson, Mentioned Grover Underwood, Mentioned Silena Beauregard, Deleted Scenes, Canon Compliant, Thalia/Luke (if you squint), Temporary Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence

Five times Thalia was seen by people she loves— the family she chose (and the one she didn't).

This is my contribution for this years autumn @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange. My giftee was @krowinmyspot. I hope you like it!

[greenrazberrysoda]

I Will Go To You Like The First Snow

pairing : annabeth chase x percy jackson

word count : 765

tags : angst, dead percy jackson, grief/mourning, no dialogue, post-tartarus, post-house of hades annabeth chase-centric

!! notice !! : this fic was written on november 1st, 2023; it was originally posted on what's now my main but i have no idea if you can transfer posts from a primary to an alt,,,, sooo,,,,

cross posted from ao3

Before she had him, she didn’t realize the world she was in was this bright. Now he was gone.  

She stared out the window, cheek resting against the icy glass, her breath turning to fog and clouding the transparency of the pane. It had been such a long time—years—since she stayed at Camp Half-Blood year-round. With her being the only occupant of Cabin #6, and with the absence of Percy, everything was so, so quiet. Deafeningly quiet.  

She studied shrubs that patterned the forest outside of the Athena cabin. The pretty flowers had withered, though she knew that they would soon flourish beneath the gentle touch of the spring’s sun, blooming once more. The season of him would never come again.  

Annabeth recalled everybody’s pitiful gaze, unwilling to look her in the eye as if she were an active grenade, ready to explode and wreak havoc at any given moment. She remembered the way Grover clung to her like she was going to disappear next, the way he sobbed into her shoulder and left stains of his tears on her sleeve. She missed being able to cry into Percy’s shirt like that.  

She remembered the way Piper had pulled her into the tightest, most loving hug and told her that she was there for her. Annabeth remembered how warm she felt. It warmed every part of her but her hollowed chest. She appreciated the gesture when Piper told her that she knew how loving Percy was, but she didn’t know. Not like Annabeth did, never like Annabeth did.  

She remembered the way Thalia kissed her cheek and told her how strong she was. Annabeth didn’t want to feel strong, though. She wanted to come home after a long, exhausting day and be able to fall limp into Percy’s arms like a ragdoll, melting into his touch knowing that he would never take advantage of her vulnerability. Thalia embraced her tightly and called her strong. Annabeth wasn’t strong. She was a husk of the woman she once was.  

She remembered the way she saw Nico cry for the first time. It was like watching him slowly regress back into his 10-year-old self, sobbing into the sleeve of his sweater, saying it was his own fault. She held his hands and told him it would be okay, but she knew it wouldn’t and he knew it wouldn’t. Later that day, she watched Will cradle Nico in his arms gingerly. Annabeth bitterly wondered if they would be able to get the happy ending that she was promised.  

Promise.  

Annabeth remembered when she was dangling at the mouth of Tartarus, darkness dragging her down into the hollow. The way she clung onto his hand, trembling and weak, but clinging. “We’re staying together,” he said, with such sincerity that she wondered if he had ascended from Elysium, pure love wrapped in blue ribbon for her. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”  

Percy promised her. He swore to her. And it had been shattered into trillions of pieces, enamorment reduced to nothingness. Utter, complete, nothingness.  

Annabeth remembered all the anger she felt towards Percy. Every dumb, life-risking stunt he pulled in favor of saving her life, every time a girl tried to flirt with him, every little thing that irked her. She took all the better moments for granted, never savoring how lucky she was, how perfect her situation was before it was torn from her hands no matter how hard she tried to hold on.  

Before she let go of him, she didn’t realize that the world she was in was this lonely.  

The snow descended from the sky still. Annabeth fluttered her eyes shut and tried to envision where she would go once she would die. All she saw behind shut eyelids was him. The tousled sable hair, the sun-kissed freckles that flit across his blushed cheeks, the tanned skin patterned with scars that silently spoke of his strength and devotion, the hypnotizing smile with those dimples that poked into the sides of his face, the sparkling sea-green eyes that spoke of a million years' worth of love. Annabeth wondered when she would be able to cup his cheeks in her hands like she did before and brush the hair out of his face and admire how much she absolutely adored him, when she would be able to wrap her arms around his warm body and feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating against her chest.  

Some day, they’ll meet again.  

And she will go to him like the first snow.  

She will go to him.  

a/n : hope you enjoyed ^_^ i love ailee's music sm and her voice always makes me tear up </33 im gonna be real honest i wrote this for a hot minute thinking i was cooking and then i put it through a word counter and was like ಠ_ಠ... but im still proud of it and i hope u like reading this as much as i liked writing it !!! :P

[thatcatangelwriter]

The first time Persephone saw Annabeth Chase, she honestly thought her husband had broken his oath. Not all demigods can be at ease in the underworld and be liked by its creatures. Cerberus adored the girl and loved playing with her. The girl was not afraid of death at all. She had accepted it. Her regrets struck deeper in the kingdom than that of others. The girl's soul was isolated, lonely, and struck with grief in a way that Persephone was all too familiar with. It wasn't until she saw her eyes turn grey and felt the raw power coming from her mind that she dismissed her original thought.

However, it raised some questions. When Nico called out to Athena's daughter by name, Persephone blinked. Annabeth Chase

The Pride of Athena's offspring. She had heard of the girl before. She had known of the girl's prowess long before Aphrodite started gushing about her relationship with the son of poseidon. Years ago, when her husband was seething with rage over Thalia Grace. Persephone would hear the name Annabeth Chase constantly dropped by monsters and creatures who had all fallen under her wits and hammer. Persephone could see it, the way she did her braids, her expression when she was deep in thought, her smirk she was Athena's child through and through.

So then why ?

Why was the girl so haunted ?

There was something inside the girl. A void looming over her. There was a shadow over her mind, and all the while, her heart itself casted a shadow of its own.

Annabeth Chase was haunted by what she knew and haunted back with love. Her heart was like a ghost. Ever present, ever distant, ever unknown, ever dismissed.

Annabeth Chase was haunted like an underworld being. A being that she was not.

Athena, what is going on with your child ? Persephone thought

After the war, stories start making their way around, and things start to click.

It was fate.

The prophecy had haunted no one like it did Annabeth Chase. The prophecy was hers. It was her tragedy... and Luke Castellan's. Luke Castellan had affected everybody when he chose Kronos, but only Annabeth affected him back in the end. Even the forbidden children, Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace, were affected by Annabeth Chase like no other.

Annabeth Chase is the owner of the prophecy and the worst part ? She knows it but won't say anything.

[fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs]

THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING ⸺ A PJO FANFICTION

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THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING ⸺ this is the first book in a pjo au that i am working on, it is based on the books AND is not really based on the tv show series as i started it months before the show came out. it starts in the titan's curse and thus contains spoilers (for those who have only watched the show) for the lightning thief and sea of monsters. it is a slow burn luke castellan fic, with a little bit of grover underwood sprinkled in although as i'm writing it, i am currently considering that luke/oc/grover be the end pairing in the series. only time will tell what the endgame pairing will be. currently the book is focusing on found family and the roll the oc plays in the pjo verse.

🏛.ೃ࿐ SYNOPSIS．▌ ❝Through out the three centuries that Sarah's been apart of the Hunters, she's come to realize that being a Demigod thoroughly sucked. Growing up as a child of Hades in the Puritan village of Salem, Sarah never once had it easy. But she had been happy, happy to be alive, happy to be apart of the Hunters. The threat of an impending war is imminent, and while Sarah is far from being at the center of it, the sword of Damocles still swings precariously over her head, for Sarah was a hero that had been happy for far too long. perhaps after three hundreds years of living a relatively joyful life for a Demigod, it was time for Sarah Willoughby to sacrifice something.❞

🏛.ೃ࿐ CHAPTERS．▌ Currently Published: 001 Prologue, 006 Chapters, 002 Misc. Chapters

🏛.ೃ࿐ CONTENT WARNINGS ▌Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Not Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Prophecy, Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Families of Choice, Past Relationship(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Period Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, Historical Inaccuracy, Medical Inaccuracies, Childhood Trauma, Percy Jackson has a Twin, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Original Character Death(s), Canonical Character Death, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Enemies To Lovers, Luke Castellan Redemption, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst and Tragedy, Blood and Injury, BAMF Percy Jackson, BAMF Bianca di Angelo, Protective Siblings, Sibling Love, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Monsters, Luke Castellan-centric, Original Character-centric, Complicated Relationships, Serious Injuries, Good Parent Hades (Percy Jackson), Necromancy, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies

🏛.ೃ࿐ RELATIONSHIPS ▌Luke Castellan/Original Female Character(s), Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Hades/Original Female Character(s), The Hunters of Artemis & Original Female Character(s), Maria di Angelo/Hades/Persephone, Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Bianca di Angelo & Nico di Angelo & Original Female Character(s), Clarisse La Rue & Original Character(s), Grover Underwood & Original Character(s), Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson

🏛.ೃ࿐ CHARACTERS ▌Original Child(ren) of Hades (Percy Jackson), Original Child(ren) of Apollo (Percy Jackson), Grover Underwood, The Hunters of Artemis, Bianca di Angelo, Nico di Angelo, Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace, Zoë Nightshade, Original Jackson Character(s), Original Child(ren) of Aphrodite, The Olympians, Annabeth Chase, Kronos, Artemis, Hades, Persephone, Castor, Pollux, Chiron, Ethan Nakamura, Dionysus, Rachel Elizabeth Dare

🏛.ೃ࿐ AVAILABLE ON ▌ Wattpad 🏛 AO3 🏛 Quotev 🏛 FFN

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To Find You Again

by sakusakeiji “ill fight the gods till ends time just to see you again” “Those are some big words for a retired hero”   A Found Family Au Crossover Words: 1681, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Danny Phantom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Danny Fenton, Nico di Angelo, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Vlad Masters, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Thanatos (Percy Jackson), Hades (Percy Jackson), Leo Valdez Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Danny Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Nico di Angelo, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jason Grace/Leo Valdez, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Demigods (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Danny Fenton Is Danielle "Dani" Phantom's Parent, Danny Fenton-centric, Danielle "Dani" Phantom is Called Ellie, De-Aged Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Nico di Angelo is Danielle Phantom’s Parent, Vlad Masters Being an Asshole, Evil Vlad Masters, Batfamily-centric (DCU), Hurt Danny Fenton, Adopted Danny Fenton, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Danny fenton is a demigod, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Character Undeath, Hurt Nico di Angelo, Batfamily (DCU), Trauma, Multiple Crossovers, Slow Romance, Parenthood, Overpowered Danny Fenton, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Torture, Family Issues, Dark Past, retired hero, Existential Crisis, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trust Issues, Eventual Smut via https://ift.tt/wimnoJg

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Sand Dollar Child by withay

Summary:

There's far too much divinity in Percy Jackson. It oozes from him, to the point where he's sometimes mistaken for Poseidon. Percy doesn't know this yet. All he knows is that this nereid is asking to borrow five drachmas.

Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson & Original Character(s)

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Original Characters, East River Spirit, Hudson River Spirit, Ethan Nakamura, Sally Jackson, Paul Blofis

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mistake Identity, Overpowered Percy Jackson, Protective Percy Jackson, Deity Percy Jackson, I saved Michael Yew from dying, but at what cost, body horror,

Notes: I went through an over powered Percy Jackson phase (I'm actually still here. It's not a phase, mom!). Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase are one of my comfort couples and even if this is way more Percy Jackson-centric, I still really enjoyed it.

(This is part of my year of recs. I'm trying to share some of my favorite stories on tumblr. I've set up a series of Soulmate recs for each month on the 15th, but these will be randomly dispersed throughout the year.)

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I uploaded this chapter last year, but I'm just now posting it here! I'm going to be doing this with the rest of them over the next couple of days :P

"One bite and five days are all it took for the world to come to an end. Nearly two months after an unexplainable, violent illness swept throughout the globe like a raging wildfire, after cities have crumbled to ruin and most of humanity has been wiped out, only a few survive. Some of those still alive are just trying to survive, while others are searching for an answer—a reason why and what caused people to turn into walking, cannibalistic corpses that decay but never seem to truly die. Now, a group of survivors—a dog, few adult figures, and a bunch of teenagers—search for a cure and must figure out how to live with the undead amongst them, and how to deal with each other as relationships strain and tensions rise."

†· Word Count: 2395 †· Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types †· Rating: Mature †· Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death †· Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang, Silena Beauregard/Charles Beckendorf, Thalia Grace/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano †· Characters: Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo, Frederick Chase, Frank Zhang, Luke Castellan, Hazel Levesque, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Grover Underwood, Juniper (Percy Jackson), Katie Gardner, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Will Solace, Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, Clarisse La Rue, Thalia Grace, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano †· Additional Tags: Angst · Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence · Inspired by The Walking Dead · Title from a My Chemical Romance Song · Found Family · Bittersweet · Based on a My Chemical Romance Song · I'm so sorry · Everyone Needs A Hug · Hurt/Comfort · Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse · Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson-centric · Betrayal †· **First Person POVs** †· Rated Mature for strong language, violence, sexual references, etc..

Annabeth

I am so lost. Worst of all, I’m alone—with about twenty reanimated corpses chasing after me like they haven’t eaten in decades. (Based on the thick, dark red blood dribbling down their chins, though, I doubt it.) Despite my own desperate situation, I’m pleading and praying that Thalia, Luke, and Leo—all of them—are okay. How did we even get split up? We were all next to each other this morning, then—God, they all came out of nowhere.

The undead snarl and snap their jaws at me, showing their rotting, foul teeth—the insides of their mouths black and corroded, filled with flies and their larvae. The thundering of their clumsy, heavy steps gets louder and I snap my head back to see the growing crowd. I bite back a curse. My legs are throbbing and ache from the exertion, threatening to give out on me at any moment. Obviously, I can’t keep running forever. But I also can’t stop unless I want to get torn apart.

I’m reaching an intersection and take a sharp right turn. 

Bad idea.

My feet nearly slip out from under me as I scramble backward, running away from the cluster of walking cadavers and back the way I came. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the horde almost right next to me, snarling and outstretching their decaying arms toward me in a horrific embrace. My lungs sting as if I’m trying to breathe in hot, rusty air, the eye-watering stench of rotten flesh burns my nose as a half-decomposed hand claws at the back of my shirt, tearing a hole in it as I pull away. I yelp, forcing myself to push through the aching pain.

I turn another corner (thankfully, one without any ghouls), chucking some food from my backpack down the street as far as I can throw it, and slip into a shadowy, narrow alleyway, skidding to a stop. With my breathing ragged and unsteady, I have a hard time staying silent as I press my back flush against the hot brick wall, sweat running down my temple. Almost as soon as I step into the alleyway, the stampede of rotting corpses rushes past me, none of them appearing to have noticed me. For who knows how long—it’s hard to estimate time when you’re playing a lethal game of hide-and-go-seek tag—I’ve been rushing through Midtown, a labyrinth fallen to ruin, with only a few breaks (to say that I’m exhausted would be an understatement). And yet I still have a lot further to go to get out of here. Well, if I manage to. Honestly, I should be dead right now.

After listening for a minute or two, I exhale, collecting my wits before peaking around the corner. I sink to the dirty alleyway floor, a rat scurrying past me, and take a few minutes to catch my breath. As much as I want to rest here and not move for the foreseeable future, I need to get further away from the undead that are feasting on something—or someone—and completely ignoring the pack of beef jerky I threw. Rude. I take a quick swig of my water—quenching the dry, sandpaper feeling in my mouth—readjust my pack on my shoulder, and start walking down the alley, taking the opportunity to ease up a bit and give my legs a break.

After carefully walking a few blocks away from the horde, I found a safe place to rest and eat something. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until my stomach growled and scared the hell out of me. From my hiding spot behind the dumpster, I pull out the little bit of food that’s left in my bag: a grand feast of a fourth of my water and a sandwich. Go figure, I think to myself. Even though I tried to conserve my rations for the past few days, it was a pathetic notion, thinking I could manage, really; I hadn’t had that much, to begin with. 

How is this going to work?

After pondering it for a minute or two, I decided to only eat as much as necessary to keep myself from passing out. Almost a month into the apocalypse, it’s hard to find anything. Especially in the city.

While I was staring off into space, I failed to notice the low snarling from my right. I sharply turn my head, peeking through the crack behind the dumpster. I don’t see anything... A horribly mutilated face meets mine, gnarling and screeching as it tries to reach its arm through the small gap. I fall backwards and bump into the other dumpster behind me with a loud thud, but quickly stand up. The one got itself stuck, its skin tearing off its arm as it still tries to grab at me, except the three down the alley aren’t and are already making their way toward me. I turn on my heel and bolt, my pack unzipped and its contents spilling out.

Thankfully, I make it out of the alleyway.

On the other hand, after I make it out, I trip over a raised chunk of concrete on the sidewalk and go sprawling forward, a sharp, blistering pain shooting up from my ankle as it fails to turn with the rest of my body. The side of my head bangs against the bumper of a dusty red sedan, sending a rattling feeling throughout my body—I’m only vaguely aware of the sensation of blood on the side of my head. Stars swim in my vision, but I can’t blink them away. In my dazed state, I can see (and hear) the small yet approaching group and start hacking away with my bronze dagger, praying that I’m hitting my targets. One falls on top of me, but I push the heel of my hand against its gross, rotting forehead, trying to keep its snapping jaws at bay. I plunge my dagger into its rotten pumpkin-like skull and roll it off of me.

Did it bite my arm? God, no—please. I’m not sure. 

My vision inevitably clears and I manage to find my balance and stand to take down the last two undead barreling at me; I stab the first, my blade making a squelching sound when I pull it out and shove it aside as the second clumsily races forward. 

Closer... Closer... THUMP!

I step out of the way at the last second, shoving the half-dead man face-first onto the hood of the car. Grabbing it by its thin, greasy hair, I pull it back and bash his head against the car over and over again until its brains splatter the hood. Then the car alarm goes off. I let go of the man carelessly, limping to the driver’s side of the car. Locked. Damnit.

I feel something trickle down my lip. I wipe my upper lip with the back of my hand, only to see blood. Great. First, my ankle, then my head, and now my nose. I’m practically a walking “Eat Me” sign.

The setting sun glares at me, and I'm only now aware of the number of dead bodies lying behind me. If there were that many earlier, who knows how many will come out—especially with the blaring car alarm.

The world seems to tilt, and my body sways as a wave of vertigo washes over me. This isn’t good, I think as I cling to a street lamp for stability. Nightfall is coming, and I’m exposed here, out in the open. And in the middle of Manhattan, to boot. Just my luck. Turning my head as quickly as it will let me, I look for somewhere to hide for the night. 

I can hardly think straight... The sudden urge to vomit overwhelms me, but I choke it back down. No. Please, please, please, not now. If I got bit I swear— No. I’ve got to get a grip. ‘Panic’ is not in my vocabulary. ‘Logic’ is, however, and I need to use that right now. I make a mental note of it: Plan now, panic later.

First things first, I need to find shelter and then deal with my injuries. A barricaded apartment building catches my eye. It looks safe enough. Well, for the most part. There are a few broken windows and boards torn off and chunks of brick missing. Other than that, however, it appears pretty much untouched compared to everything else. It’s not my brightest idea, but I only have two options in my concussed state: stay in the open street, or go into the decimated apartment building, which may or may not be inhabited by the living dead.

I look both ways—fuck, I feel awful—catching a glimpse of three ghouls down the street. Since they have likely been dead since the start, their vision should be terrible. Still, to be safe, I jog across the road (more like hobble, given the state of my ankle), hiding behind various objects until I’m sure the coast is clear.

When I make it to the apartment, I only hesitate for a moment before crawling under a wooden board.

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I grip the railing as I begin ascending another flight of stairs, my knuckles white and palms clammy. My footfall echoes throughout the stairwell and I cringe with each step as the sound bounces from wall to wall. Could they be any quieter? Every breath sounds louder than it probably is and my footsteps thunder against the metal stairs. Having said that though, I haven’t seen or heard anything in the ten minutes I’ve been in here, so that’s a good sign.

I hope.

A white-hot fire burns in my legs, snaking its way up from my ankles to my hips. I haven’t had a chance to look at it, but I can already tell I hurt my ankle pretty bad.

Finally, I reach the third floor. (The stairs weren’t too bad, but with the condition I’m in, it was absolutely exhausting.) A dirty window at the end of the hallway allows the dim, fading sunlight to shine through as the only source of light. It looks, well, abandoned; papers, trash, clothes, and broken glass are scattered through the hallway with dried blood everywhere. On the walls and the floor, really the only sign that there were ever people here. A child’s toy is laying on a dark—almost black—stain on the floor, covered with so much blood that it took me a minute to figure out what it was.

I shiver at the sight, my skin crawling, and quickly avert my eyes to the woman dressed in a dirty, torn green dress appearing in the hall. I almost call out but stop myself. The undead woman doesn’t notice my presence, going straight for the apartment a few doors down from me, and thumps her head against the door like a bird flying into a closed window. Certainly not the brightest of the bunch. She continues to try to walk through the closed door, which would be almost comedic if it wasn’t such a melancholic and dangerous situation. That woman was alive at one point; now, she has been degraded to a walking corpse. All that noise is going to attract any more that might be in here, though...

I walk towards her, carefully side-stepping the clutter on the floor, and sneak up behind her. When the half-dead woman with dull, cloudy eyes notices me it's too late. As she starts to turn around, I silently plunge my dagger up the nape of her neck and out as her body falls to the floor with a muffled thud. I frown at the sad sight and drag her out of the way.

The fact that (other than the one I just killed) there are no undead nags in the back of my mind, but what intrigues me more is the question of who or what is in that apartment. It might be stupid—extremely stupid—but it seemed like there was something in that apartment that she was trying to get to, which could be either a good or a bad sign. Best case scenario: it's empty and the dead woman was acting off of what is left of her muscle memory. Worst case scenario: undead dwell inside, eagerly waiting to tear me apart.

I press my ear to the door and listen carefully for any noise. Surprisingly, it's eerily quiet. No ragged breathing or shuffling sounds. No groaning or moaning.

Nothing.

Now that I think about it, I haven't heard anything other than myself. I'm still strongly against the idea of just waltzing into a random room, but I'm about to punch a wall if I can't find somewhere to sleep for the night. Right then, an idea pops into my head. I test the doorknob and, sure enough, it's locked. I wriggle the door knob rather loudly, waiting for something to happen. But nothing comes.

Deciding that it seems okay, I pick the lock and nudge the door to the dark room open, closing and locking it behind me. After my eyes adjust to the lighting (or the lack thereof) I scan the room cautiously. The apartment is in a state of disarray, yet spotless compared to the bloody and chaotic mess outside; an armchair in the corner overturned, stuffing spilling out of a tear in the upholstery, water dripping from a leak in the ceiling somewhere, broken and dismantled furniture spread across the room. It feels empty, yet also lived in. I swear I hear something attempting to get in, then I realize it’s just a mouse. I let out a shaky breath and try to shrug it off, narrowing it down to paranoia and exhaustion. I’m too tired to defend myself at this point. The door is locked, and there isn’t anything in here—I’m somewhat safe, for now. If I can make it through tonight, I can make a plan in the morning and figure a way out of this stupid goddamn city.

Right as I get myself calmed down, though, the atmosphere shifts. Suddenly, the air feels denser. Heavier.

Something is wrong. 

The hairs on the back of my neck prick up, sending a chill through me. Before I can turn around, I hear the sound of a gun cock behind me.

“Don’t give me a reason to shoot you.”

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