#epic pjo crossover

[wrensflight]

Waiting Waiting

More Penelope Percy AU!! This is their reuinion at the begining of Mark of Athena!

Annabeth Odysseus Chase would never give up on their wife. But If Percy didn’t show up soon she might strangle Leo Valdez. The kid was smart, too smart. The Wii remote for the sails? That just proved how stupid he also was. Why would you not just control the entire ship with one kind of control? It was not a conversation Annabeth was willing to have with Leo at this moment. She just wanted to see Percy. 

Stupid, idiotic Percy who would do anything for their friends, who bathed in the waters of the styx under the watchful eye of someone who should have known better. 

Beautiful Loyal Percy who kissed them underwater and whose smile would make the stars jealous. Silly sweet Percy who would wait 20 years for their husband to make it home. 

Annabeth was ready to see Percy, her heart was ready to see the one she considered her other half. How would he have changed? Would he be wearing his hair long? What would his voice sound like today? Would his eyes light up when she saw him?  She was nervous. Flying a battleship into potentially hostile territory was one thing, getting to see the love of her lives again? Another all together. Then she had to trick a god into letting them float above the city so she could get to Percy. 

He was just behind this crowd. She walked with her shoulders back, her head held high. The woman, Reyna, she thought, was trying to talk. Annabeth didn’t hear a word as she stood tall eyes rolling over the crowd until. THERE. Her feet were moving in a way they hadn’t outside of battle in so long. Penelope! Percy!  Her heart sang as she ran towards the ethereal creature she loved. Hair a little long, but not shabby (A Queen is never shabby my love) tall, elegant. Beautiful. 

Annabeth Lifted Percy Jackson into the air and twirled as she brought him in close. “Is to you?” He asked a joke in his voice “Have my prayers been answered” She responded before bringing him into a kiss. In that moment Percy was every body of fresh water and Annabeth was a man who was dying of thirst. Penelope was the sweetest saltwater taffy, the smell of sunshine after rain, the beautiful sunsets along the beach. 

Then she heard a cough and the two separated. 

Reyna looked at the two of them with amusement in her eyes, She looked… Annabeth didn’t have time to focus on that thought, Percy was squeezing her hand, Percy (Penelope Percy Penelope Percy) was looking at her, he held so much love in his eyes.  People were talking and then moving around them. Annabeth only had eyes for one person. She was lead to a seat, a feast, she didn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything other than Penelope (Percy Penelope Percy Penelope). 

Perseus Penelope Jackson was nervous as the ship sailed in on the seas of the sky. Reyna was beside her, everything would be fine.  Percy had to measure herself everything would be fine. 

“He’ll be on that ship?” Reyna asked Percy under her breath. 

“He should be. They both should.” Percy responded, not sure which “He” Reyna was asking about. 

“I know Jason can take care of himself, I find myself worried as to what will happen to your husband if he isn’t however”. 

Percy just laughed and waved her off.  Reyna had known Penelope in their past, diligently working at her side to help her keep control of Ithaca and the situation with the suitors. She was also On Circe’s island when Annabeth and Percy had washed up on it when they were younger. Making herself known after Percy had regained some of his memories had helped connect him back to Penelope. Had helped him keep his thoughts in order. 

Then a small group were coming down a rope ladder, That’s when Percy saw Annabeth for the first time in months. He sucked in a deep breath and was moving towards her, he could feel the amusement in Reyna’s eyes. He could also vaguely see a blonde kid glaring at him from behind Annabeth.  Percy rushed toward Annabeth, drawing on all of his speed until he was in her arms. She lifted him and he laughed and  then as his feet graced the ground once again he asked her, “Is it you?”

“Have my prayers been answered,” Came her response and then they were kissing. 

As Always a huge thanks to @literallyjustforlurking for helping with ideas! Feel free to join our AU Community!

[demigods-posts]

imagine a world where the heroes of olympus series was one big crossover. a world where we meet an eleven year old boy named jason, no last name because it reminds him of his mother — a drunk who literally threw him to the wolves as a toddler. jason, who's earliest memory is chewing on a stapler and his older sister tending to the wound on his bottom lip — but he hasn't seen or heard from her since they were separated years ago. jason, who grew up reaching for the sky like a purpose, desperate for a chance to prove himself. jason, who fought to save the world at fifteen years old. and jason, who finds himself in the grand canyon four months later with no memory of who he is or where he came from, feet away from some frantic sixteen year old girl in search of some dude named percy jackson. imagine what this could have been.

[kittenscookie]

Crossover Crackship

Percy Jackson x Epic!Telemachus

Specifically because of the DRAMA it would create

Poseidon & Odysseus: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Percy & Telemachus: But father I love him 🥺!

I don't give a shit if it's stupid it's my crackship and I like it

[charlietheepicwriter7]

@anotheroceanid

Between Calypso’s island and his home, on a rocky shole surrounded by mile-high waves under a black sky, Odysseus became a monster. And like all monsters, he eventually watched all his loved ones die without him. 

At first, he didn’t notice. In his relief to be home and his joy to get to know his wife and son again, Odysseus didn’t realize how strong he was until he reached out to hold his wife’s hand and accidentally snapped her wrist. After that, he couldn’t stop noticing how different he was. Everything felt fragile, like spun glass under his fingertips. His form flickered like the wind, one moment strong and steady with the face of a man, the next moment shadowed and looming and clawed and every inch reeking of danger. He could see farther than his son, hear further, and one day Odysseus looked Telemachus in his face and realized they could be mistaken as equals rather than father and son. 

His family grew old while Odysseus stayed the same.

Well, not the same. Odysseus changed in far more horrifying ways. 

Eventually, his family died. First came Penelope, weak and frail and beautiful as always, passing away gently in her sleep, in his arms. Then his Telemachus, decades later in a sickness that swept across the island. Then his son’s son, then that son’s daughter, and her son, and on and on until his last descendant drowned in a flood that buried the whole island for a day. 

When he finally left Ithaca, the first time he’d left since he came home, the world had changed. And Poseidon’s children were everywhere.

Every single one of his son’s children were dead. Yet Poseidon just… kept popping out more and more bastards, like there wasn’t a target on each and every one of their backs. So Odysseus became the arrow.

Odysseus usually avoided eating demigods. There had been one son of Ares on Ithica who harassed his great granddaughter that Odysseus dealt with, but for the most part, he kept his human morals. But he always made an exception for the children of Poseidon.

They weren’t his favorite demigods to eat, by far–too fishy, and Ocean demigod meat always had a weird texture, like eel but tougher. But the joy Odysseus got from Poseidon’s screams of agony, screams Odysseus could hear every time one died, screams Odysseus could hear from anywhere on the globe, gave greater satisfaction than pleasure ever could. 

Many demigods had been sent to kill him. At first it was only Poseidon’s children, seeking him out in revenge for their lost siblings; a noble cause, so Odysseus killed them quickly and properly buried them with payment in their mouths. Then it became quests, demigods sent for the “glory” of killing the Monstrous King of Ithaca. Those, Odysseus killed slowly, ripping out their stomachs with siren’s talons and leaving them to die in pools of their own blood. He didn’t even spare his old friend’s children, nor his relatives. 

Then, the Prophecy. 

Odysseus had lost track of time since the reveal of the Great Prophecy. At first, he’d kept busy by killing Poseidon’s children still; a few had survived the second moral world war and were already older than 16, so Odysseus could hunt them to his heart’s content. But as the well of available revenge dried up, so too did the demigods chasing after him become… younger. Children baby-faced and desperate to survive Odysseus in battle and Odysseus… he couldn’t kill them. Not children, so small and shaking and unable to hold their knife correctly as a child barely old enough to fight stared up at him with watery gray eyes. 

Men, he could kill. Women, he could kill. But children?

Not again. Please don’t make him do it again.

So he disappeared. It wasn’t the first time he’d lay low out of the Gods’ gaze, so Odysseus let the decades wash over him until, finally, he heard rumors of Poseidon making landfall in New York. 

He’d known his old foe would slip up eventually; it wasn’t in Poseidon’s nature to keep himself from ruining young women’s lives. 

Slipping through the streets and alleys of modern New York, it took Odysseus weeks to catch the faintest trace of Poseidon’s scent. Demigods had a weak scent as long as they relied on their parents. It was meant to protect them. But the Kronide’s children always had strong scents, even as babes. 

Odysseus couldn’t figure out how old Poseidon’s newest bastard was, but no matter how young they were, the child was strong. He could smell it in the back of his throat. 

Triangulating the scent, Odysseus approached the rundown apartment building and scowled. Gone were the days where a lover of Poseidon was draped in fineries and set up in a golden palace. He took a moment to pity the poor mortal woman. She had to suffer the indignity of having that thing as a lover, without any of the perks her predecessors enjoyed; not only that, but soon she’d have to confront the reality of being a parent that has outlived their child. Odysseus pitied her, truly. 

He didn’t want to do it. But he would. It would be better for the babe if it never grew up into a pawn of its father, and better for the mother that she wouldn’t need to die at the hands of a less considerate monster. 

The sky rumbled overhead as the first fat drops of rain fell on his head. He looked up. Natural occurrence or divine attention? Either way, few gods would interfere with his task, if they noticed at all.

The lock crumbled under his grip and Odysseus crept into the building like a thief. Each floor stunk with humanity, of beer and tobacco and sweat, but the salt of the sea grew stronger with each floor until he finally found himself at a corner studio apartment a few floors off the ground.

This lock, he picked with ease. The sanctity of the home did not protect them as he snuck inside. The apartment was shockingly full, stuffed with oversized furniture that cluttered the already cramped apartment. A thin pathway carved between the back of one of three sofas and the wall led Odysseus to the back of the apartment. A bed had been pushed against the apartment’s sole window–lightning flashed outside–and against that bed, a crib. 

He inspected the mother first. Young. Not as young as he and Penelope had been when they met, but younger than Telemachus had been when he returned home. She was thin too, lean but the baby fat still clung to her face. Poor girl. 

Poor, poor girl. 

His attention turned to the Sea Spawn. It wasn’t big, smaller than Telemachus when he left for Troy, and his scent was just a wispy hint of ocean. If he hadn’t been following Poseidon’s scent, he would have had no idea this child was more than mortal. 

Odysseus loomed over the crib, studying the creature inside. With siren’s talons, he traced the pudgy babyfat of its cheeks. It huffed softly, struggling against the tight hold of its swaddle in their sleep, and Odysseus unconsciously smoothed out the wrinkle on their forehead with the soft flat of his finger. 

They did not look very much like Poseidon. Maybe with their skin color, but little else. Though perhaps Odysseus wasn’t the best judge; he’d sworn on his life that Telemachus looked just like his Penelope, but she’d claimed their son to be his copy in every way. Odysseus didn’t see it then, and didn’t see his enemy now in this babe’s face. 

Odysseus stood over the crib, his massive frame casting a shadow over the small, sleeping form. His claws hovered mere inches from the baby’s chest, but his hand trembled. This was Poseidon’s child. He could smell it clear as day, better than any other monster before him. Odysseus was practically made to murder Poseidon’s children, his very being honed to track them down and kill them, so why was he hesitating–? 

Lightning flashed, the light reflecting off shiny words on the crib’s backboard. Painted above the baby’s head in streaky gold paint was the name Penelope.

His breath hitched. He blinked, his monstrous form stilling as though time itself had paused. Reaching out a hand, he touched his wife’s name. “Penelope?” he whispered, his voice barely audible, rough from disuse. He said it again, this time louder, as though speaking the name would summon a ghost from his past. “Penelope.”

The child stirred in sleep, her tiny face scrunching as if disturbed by the sound.

He could barely think over the ocean of blood rushing in his ears. Poseidon’s child was named after his wife. Had he…? Was this a deliberate offense or mockery? Had Poseidon named the child after her to taunt him, to twist the knife of his losses deeper? Or… his crimson gaze turned to the mother. Was this her doing?

Did she think naming her child after his wife would stay his hand?

Worse of all, was it working? 

Odysseus knelt, his monstrous form folding into itself, making him seem smaller, almost human. He stared at the child who bore his wife’s name, his mind warring with itself. The rage that had sustained him for decades demanded he finish the task. But… Penelope. 

[kittenninja14]

Percy: Hey Dad... so like I was reading on some greek mythology right? Poseidon: Uh huh. Do you have any questions? Percy: Um like. You seemed a lot more ruthless back then... and now you're like chill af...so like...did something happen? Poseidon: *has flashbacks from "600 Hundred Strike"* no ofc not son

Now I understand why Poseidon is so chill and calm in PJO... he learned his lesson from Odysseus 🤣

poor dude was probably traumatized after being stabbed by his own trident hundred times XD

https://www.tumblr.com/kittenninja14/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

(feel free to draw this lol but pls tag me if u do :D)

[cantst0pw0ntstop12]

But,

Athena from Epic would be awesome mother to Annabeth, like maybe not as a maternal figure but as more of the dynamic between Athena and Telemachus.

Poseidon from Epic however, would be a terrible father figure to Percy with all that angsty behaviour.

[charlottedabookworm]

"You're not a hero, Percy." "No," he agrees. An infants cry suddenly silenced, siren blood turning the seas red, the screams of six of his men as lights are snuffed out. "I'm not." 108 corpses piled high in his palace. "But neither are you, Luke."

the temptation to make a just a man reference grows with every day

[ebony-hawthorne]

i know it probably won't happen, but can you imagine tegan playing athena in the pjo show? Like its the most amazing little crossover.

Like just imagine athena walking up to percy, and its just tegan, and all the epic fans are just like :O and its amazing, and then everyone talks abt it on tumblr for a week, and its amazing and just so funny.

Idk my brain is weird

[archi3barchi]

Epic: The Musical X Percy Jackson Crossover

Happy New Year !

[nightmarearian]

Hc that Ody had an absolutely wonderful singing voice. It sounds like Anticlea. (Waiting… waiting… waiting….)

[nacho-business1]

you know what I need???? More of my favorite fandoms having crossover content!!!! Give me epic the musical ninjago edits!!!! Give me the ninjago/pjo fanfics!!!!! I want pjo and epic the musical crossover fanart and fanfics and edits!!!! Please!!!! These fandoms have so much potential to be mixed together!!! Give me a animatic of pjo with epic the musical!!! I need to see Percy sing ruthlessness!!!! I need Grover to sing open arms!!!! I need the ninja to interact with the pjo characters!!!! I need Leo to have an argument with Kai over who’s the better fire wielded!!! I need to have an edit of Nya when she goes absolutely ballistic on kalmarre to ruthlessness!!!

[wrensflight]

@literallyjustforlurking I wrote this in an hour... this is only a first attempt at your idea!

Percy/ Epic Reincarnation AU

Percy knew he was what some people called a “Wife Guy” He loved Annabeth so much sometimes it hurt. He knew one of his strengths but also one of his weaknesses was his loyalty. The fist time he heard someone call him a Wife Guy it was meant as a joke, He knew it. Percy however, wasn’t joking about Annabeth, as she rose in her career he knew that he would always be proud of her, even if she went away to big conferences he knew he shouldn’t follow to. She was so cool. He would wait for her to return, give her a huge smile and a “Welcome home” when she would walk in the door. He chose everyday to love her.

He started to notice something was weird, well weirder than normal in their late 20’s. He’d hum a song he didn’t have words for he would be looking at something and then have such vivid day dreams. At first it was things like watching a horizon off a cliff, singing a song to a little boy, and, on more than one occasion crying into a pillow on a bed big enough for two.

He didn’t bring it up to Annabeth at first, he didn’t want to worry her, but at some point he walked past her home office in their home and saw the loom a well meaning person had gifted her. Even being the daughter of Athena Annabeth wasn’t overly fond of “traditional” Women’s “work “such as weaving, or so he had heard her rant about on more than one occasion. This one day though, Percy stopped and stared at the loom a little too long. Annabeth caught him staring and she laughed, “I’ve been thinking of getting rid of it, I really don’t want to keep it in my office,”

“Let’s move it to mine.” Percy heard himself say as he stared he felt like he was transported, as if he knew exactly how to weave a tapestry onto the giant structure.

The next day, the loom was moved before Annabeth kissed him goodbye, “I’m off to London for a work conference, don’t get into too much trouble seawe…” she stopped halfway through her normal nickname for her husband, “Don’t get into too much trouble without me Percy.” She said and she blinked a couple times as if fighting with herself.

“You neither Wise Girl” He said and then cupped her cheek. “I love you Annabeth, I’ll be here when you get home”. With a gentle kiss he let go and then picked up her brief case for her, “Have a great trip”.

She left him at their front door getting into a taxi that sped off half reminding him of the year they went to the sea of monsters. His smile faded as he thought of that summer more and more. Something felt wrong, he went on his on Odyssey that summer finding Grover and the Fleece. Yet, he also felt like he knew what waiting during that trip felt like. He walked toward his “Office” usually he kept the room pretty messy, he sharpened weapons or worked on some camera equipment. Today, the loom sat waiting for him.

He sat down in front of it and in a trance he started working, His thoughts turned to his mother, who would have waited for him to come home from every adventure. He thought of Annabeth, who he had gone through so much with. HIs thoughts turned back to the sea, his hands faltered as he thought of the water, he wasn’t usually too upset when thinking of it but today he felt frustrated by the very idea of his father, hmm something to talk about in therapy. He thought about the journey of that summer and then his thoughts turned to the journey of Odysseus, how much longer and more perilous it would have been for the man. He knew Penelope of Ithaca had waited for her husband, he briefly wondered if Odysseus would have been considered a wife guy. Then he remembered more of the story, but not the one usually told, but that of Penelope’s. Her fear, her sorrow, her love. Percy just knew that she had been so sad but tried to continue for their son. She sat, as he was now, weaving, just to undo it all.

Percy went through the next week in a sort of daze with an ache in his heart. He worked at his loom each day thinking about nothing, but also remembering more than he should. Then a day or two before Annabeth was set to return home from her week long conference he finally snapped out of it and looked at the loom, It was a… portrait? He thinks, of… Odysseus, Penelope, and their son, it must have been when they were recently reunited judging from the look of Odysseus. Shaggy, with eyes that were hurting, The ghosts of his crew and his actions had haunted him, Percy knew Penelope had been awoken at night to her husband’s screams, tears, and tight embraces for the rest of their lives.

Percy knew something was wrong then, he knew too much about her. Reincarnation wasn’t really a thing for the greeks… right?

Annabeth found him two days later, asleep on his desk. His head in his book, he was drooling in his sleep again. She took in a deep breath and shook his shoulder.

“Percy.” She said gently as he started to wake up.

“Is it you?” Percy asked, his voice raw from the sleep as he looked up, he saw Annabeth but he also saw a man, both looked tired. Weary, exhausted. Was he gone a week? Was she gone for 20 years? Why would he leave her again. Why.

Annabeth’s breath stopped at that question, ”Percy?” She asked as she knelt next to him, “Are you okay my love?”

“You look different, you look tired.” Came his response. He sounded so unsure, “How long has it been?”

“My love, I’ve only been gone a week. Pen.. Percy, Are…” Her voice trailed off and then she saw the tapestry on the loom and her hands flew to her face. “Percy… did you… weave this while I was away?”

He turned to look at it, “Yeah… Annabeth, something’s happening, I… I think I’m remembering something… I think I’m someone else? I’m scared I…” He didn’t really want to talk about this, he felt so open and raw.

Annabeth was crying now as she turned back to her husband, “My love, will you fall in love with me again?” She asked. Her voice breathy and lower than normal.

Percy knew as he flung himself into his arms that he was home. They were home with each other.

[discoschudson]

pony town new screenshots dump:

i am hermes in all of them except for the one where i'm telemachus

@narra-tms-mew0w0 is blade and percy jackson

[kittenscookie]

I’m begging for more Luke was raised by Epic Hermes

*Pop*

Okay!

Luke raised by Modern Epic Hermes (Imma start calling M.E Hermes for short) is the camps resident pothead and contraband kid yes, but this doesn't make him any less capable—he's still one of if not the best fighter in camp. Which frustrates Chiron to no end because he can't have him teaching the younger campers since there's a 50% chance he's gonna be high on any given day. And when he's high he tends to forget that children are small and squishy and he shouldn't go all out with them.

This version of Luke is only like a hair less frustrated with the Olympians. Because how the fuck can the messenger god who has to run around 24/7 find the time to spend with and spoil his children but the goddess of love can't even be bothered to send her daughters a birthday card? The god of war can't teach his kids sword play once a month? Bullshit and he knows it. Also when Luke gets pissed at Dionysus he totally cracks open a wine cooler and makes direct eye contact with him as he takes a long sip of it.

Fun fact, Dionysus totally hates Hermes in this Crossover Au. Because when they catch Luke with alcohol they've gotta dump it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. If they hide it Luke's gonna steal it back (Hermes is the god of thieves, M.E Hermes has totally taught Luke some of his tricks) or worse one of the other campers (many of whom don't have an active parental figure to teach them responsibility and moderation) may find it. And Hermes isn't giving Luke cheap shit—what type of father do you take him for? This is high quality liquor and if they catch Luke with it THEY'VE GOT TO DUMP IT. Hermes knows this—there's no way Dionysus hasn't told him—and he gives him anyway.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Percy was left as the long guard of the creek boarder. One week into camp, barely any weapons training, and he was given the important job of stopping Red Team from crossing the boarder.

Something was off.

Studying the tree line, Percy discarded his shield - heavy, burdensome thing, it was more likely to get Percy killed than protect him - only to hear the sharp snap of a dead branch. He whirled towards the noise, back to the stream and hand on the pommel of his sword.

Someone was watching him.

But who? Percy's thoughts raced. He had very few allies here at camp; Grover, Luke (but he was going after the flag despite a loud argument with Annabeth that he overheard), maybe some of the other Hermes cabin kids? But he had made far more enemies than allies so far-

Unless... his eyes turned upward as he searched for a sign of an owl.

Percy always had weird dreams. Dreams of a breathtakingly sad woman he called Mother, a dark man in red he called Father, and a woman in armor who taught him to fight. For a long time, the dreams were vague, like he was peering through morning fog off the ocean. Then he reached camp, and the dreams were clear. He could see his Mother's face now, and dreamed about her chatting with his mom in the after life. He knew his Father's love, a father who'd been lost at sea for years before finally coming home. He knew his friend's name.

Athena.

There were no birds in the branches, nor any feathers on the ground. But he wasn't alone, because he could still hear the soft swish of fabric against fabric. Percy tightened his grip. "Show yourself," he demanded. The noise of the forest faded in his mind as Percy tried to triangulate the sound. "I know you're watching me. Show yourself!" A sharp gasp, quickly muffled. Percy glared in that direction. "I can see you..."

"What!?" Abruptly, Annabeth appeared. It wasn't like she jumped out of the trees, or a bush, but she literally wasn't there one second, and was there the next. Annabeth stormed over to Percy, scowling. "What do you mean, you can see me!? How did you do that?"

Percy stared back at her blankly, then snorted. "I was lying, and you fell for it." He held back from laughing in her face, but just barely. She wasn't his friend, but when she was angry like this, her eyes looked just like...

Annabeth reared back, a ruddy flush blooming over her cheeks and down her neck. "Well, good job! Liar." She sneered, slapping her baseball cap in her hand. "You're supposed to be guarding. What were you even doing, looking for me?"

"I wasn't looking for you- Actually, why are you here? I thought you'd be too busy micromanaging your plan to win-" Percy stopped, thought, and reassessed, coming to an unfortunate yet obvious conclusion. "...That's exactly what you're doing. I'm the plan. You're using me as bait." No wonder Luke was so mad!

Annabeth crossed her arms. "I am not!"

"You want those Ares kids to focus on kicking my butt instead of capturing our flag! You're practically sacrificing me!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you're being dramatic. I'm not going to let them hurt you."

"You're not the one they want to kill!" Percy snapped.

Through the brush on the other side of the stream, five Ares kids, led by the big bully herself, Clarisse, crashed into their argument. Clarisse's ringing "Cream the punk!" signalling of his and Annabeth's very unfortunate team up.

[monowritestoomuch]

Guess I’m writing an EPIC PJO crossover fic now 🤷