#fem Percy jackson

[perseabeth]

The Promise of the Wild Sea

< this is not an official fic yet, i had this AU in my mind for a while, and now i got the time to write few parts of it. if the story was to your liking, i might get encouraged to make it an official fic. i’d like to remind you that i do not own any of the characters, as they all belong to the original myths and Rick Riordan. except for the oc Callista. however, i made some alternation in the myths that could benefit my story. i hope you like these changes. also this is a fem!percy version. enjoy reading >

- 1184 BCE, The fallen city of Troy -

Apollo stood in front of Callista’s pyre, the flames not yet lit, his gaze fixed on her lifeless face. Her once radiant beauty now drained, her cheeks no longer flushed with the color of life. Her hair, dark as the starless night, framed a visage that seemed at peace, a peace she had found only in death. Yet, she had stolen his peace with her departure, leaving him hollow and bereft.

With painstaking care, he had smoothed away every bruise, every mark of the cruelty she had endured, wishing to present her to the underworld in the full splendor of her glory. His Callista, his heart. He clutched the two drachmas in his hand, the coins a symbol of her final journey, but to him, they were a cruel reminder of his eternal separation from her. How could he consign her to the underworld, knowing he would be condemned to an eternity without her by his side?

His soul ached with a grief that seemed too vast to contain. With a trembling breath, he placed the drachmas on her closed eyes, sealing her fate, preparing her for her voyage to the underworld. She deserved a realm free from the sorrows of war and the sting of death, a place of peace and light. He swore on his immortal soul that she would find solace in Elysium.

Apollo leaned down, his tears falling like rain upon her serene face, pressing a final kiss to her cold, unresponsive forehead.

“Farewell, my Callista... until we meet again, my angel.”

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The sun god cradled her cheeks in his trembling hands, his soy blue eyes filled with the agony of days spent pleading with his uncle, the merciless lord of death, for this moment. She was there in his embrace, radiant as the true princess she was, her beauty untouched by the shadows of the underworld. Her black hair cascaded down her back like the soft night sky, a dark tapestry embroidered with stars in silken threads. Her eyes, those mesmerizing sea-green eyes, gazed up at him—the very eyes he had yearned to kiss open one last time before cruel fate tore her away.

But nothing unfolded as he had hoped.

"My lord," Callista whispered, her eyes shining with boundless love for the man before her. She wore a white, elegant chiton that clung to her form with an ethereal grace, adorned with a delicate laurel crown—a vision of Trojan royalty. Apollo shook his head, refusing to accept the words forming on her lips. "No, you are coming with me," he implored, tears welling up in his sky-blue eyes, each drop a testament to his anguish. He was begging, pleading for her to return with him to the world of the living.

The princess before him shook her head gently, her gaze unwavering. "No, my lord, I am dead. I am happy here," she said softly. She took his palm, still cradling her cheek, and pressed a tender kiss upon it, as if sealing their fates with that simple, heartbreaking act. "You must respect the rules of death, my love. You must go on and find happiness in the lands of the living."

Her words stabbed his heart, despite the delicateness of her voice, despite the sweetness of her words, and despite the loveliness of her eyes. She was pushing him away, each word like a dagger twisting deeper.

Callista looked at him again, her gaze filled with a sorrowful resolve. "I'm with my family, and you should be with yours. Lord Zeus will not be tolerable when he hears that you brought me back from death."

Apollo tried to reason with her, desperation lacing his voice. "But Uncle Hades has already accepted," he argued, only to be met with another tender kiss on his palm from Callista.

"I'm not letting you get into an argument with your father," she replied softly. She lifted her hand and gently caressed the strand of his hair falling on his forehead. Her melodic voice continued, soothing yet heartbreaking. "You will live on. You will find happiness again, I'm sure."

"My happiness is with you only," he insisted, his voice breaking.

But Callista only shook her head with a sad smile. "That's what you're saying now, because the pain is so new. But trust me, my love... time will go on, life will go on." She looked into his eyes, her determination unyielding. He knew there was no way to change her heart. She gave him a beautiful smile that could have brightened his days if not for their situation. "You did all you could. You made sure I found my final rest in a beautiful place. Now it's your turn to let go... to move on."

Apollo's tears threatened to fall, threatening to drown his eyes. He did the only thing he could do in that moment; he planted a soft, small kiss on her lips, a goodbye kiss filled with all the sorrow of a love that could never be. It was a kiss that spoke of unending longing and the crushing weight of farewell.

He would never force her to do anything. If she was happy, he would be happy, even if it meant an immortal lifetime of his heart shattering every day he remembered that she wasn't waking up next to him.

His time in the underworld was ticking away, leaving him with precious few moments to spare in the arms of his beloved. How cruel fate is, he thought, that even time refuses to grant him a longer respite to find peace in her embrace one last time.

He kissed her forehead once more, a goodbye kiss—the same kiss he had planted on her brow the day of her pyre, the day they consigned her body to the flames in a solemn ritual of farewell. He looked into those beautiful eyes one last time. "I swear to you, I’ll always find you in the stars, in the calm oceans, in the beautiful sunlight, in the warm flames, and in the serene mountains. You will always haunt me, forever haunt my life, Callista."

This earned him a sad smile from her beloved face, and he realized he loved all her smiles except this one. "Who knows, maybe someday you will find me again, amidst the moors or maybe in the wild sea."

He nodded, a silent nod, as a single tear traced a path down his cheek. He kissed her hands one last time and turned his back, leaving his beloved, leaving his heart, leaving the bane of his soul in Elysium, where she belonged. Before he stepped away, he turned to her one last time. "Someday, I’ll find you in the wild sea."

With that, Apollo left the underworld, each step a testament to the immortal lifetime of sorrow that awaited him, a sorrow he would bear for the love he could never truly hold again.

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- December, 2007. New York City-

"And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll.

"These demigods will also need a ride," Artemis said, pointing to us. "Some of Chiron's campers."

"No problem!" Apollo checked us out. "Let's see... Thalia, right? I've heard all about you."

Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo."

"Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—"

"Brother," Artemis said. "You should get going."

"Oh, right." Then his gaze landed on me, and his eyes widened with a mixture of shock and recognition, as if he had glimpsed a long-lost memory. The once vibrant blue of his eyes now bore golden freckles, a haunting reminder of his divine nature. "Callista?"

I met his gaze, my heart pounding with confusion and uncertainty. Was he mistaking me for someone else, someone from his past? “No. I mean... no, sir."

Calling a teenager "sir" felt awkward, but I knew better than to offend an immortal. They were known to have volatile tempers, and tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up. and now Apollo seems to be on verge of blowing things up, or me perhaps.

His silence stretched on, his eyes still fixed on me, probing and searching. It was as if he was peering into my soul, unraveling the layers of my being with each passing moment.

Eventually, his gaze shifted to his sister, Artemis, who offered him a subtle shake of her head. Their silent exchange felt like a wordless, deep conversation, conveying a depth of understanding that transcended spoken words. Apollo cleared his throat, breaking the tension that hung in the air, before turning his attention back to me.

His gaze shifted abruptly from sheer confusion to a myriad of emotions I couldn't quite pinpoint. It reminded me of the way my mom once described my reaction to blue cookies or a serene beach—a mix of wonder and longing. Yet, as he looked at me, I saw something more. His eyes, now a crystal-clear sky blue, brimmed with an affection that seemed to encompass the entire world. It was a strange sensation, one that left me feeling oddly nervous, knowing that he was a god who could unleash his power at any moment. If it were anyone else, I might have blushed under their gaze. But facing a god for the first time, unsure if he was friend or foe, left me feeling unsettled rather than flustered.

"Percy Jackson," Apollo's voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. For a moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen, as if I were caught in a web of his penetrating gaze. I nodded silently. Then, without a word, he turned away, his attention shifting back to the group. The weight of his gaze that seemed to convey the burden of centuries, left me unsettled.

"Well!" he exclaimed in a cheerful voice again, as if the past few moments were nothing, breaking the silence. "We'd better load up, huh? The ride only goes one way—west. And if you miss it, you miss it."

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i’d love to hear your opinion about this.

[valkyraeblack]

author-chan can you feed us some snippet of chapter 2?

Ask and you shall receive 🙇🏻‍♀️



[captainwaffles]

Headcanons/Aesthetics transfem Percy Jackson.

I looked at your blog and I really liked it :)

Oh my gosh I love this I’m so upset I didn’t think of it before

Percy loves his mom. Of course no one thought anything of it when Percy would through on his mom’s clothes and join her when painting her nails

When Gabe came in though, it stopped pretty quickly. Gabe wanted to show Percy how to be a “real” man. Percy kinda have up too, he would hide.

Same thing at school, he didn’t fit in much with his male classmates and he chalked it up to being adhd and stuff or demigod when he was older.

Percy would still love skirts and dresses though. I feel like when he started dating annabeth, he would see a pretty one he would want to wear and think, wow annabeth would love that.

I don’t think Percy would figure out he’s fem till new rome. He would finally have time to think and actually explore himself more fully.

He would probably be going to some new rome event that would require a toga and be like “this is so nice annabeth, so breezy.” She would joke on if he likes it so much he should wear it

He would

His classmates honestly would probably find it annoying, but annabeth, hazel and Frank would find it hilarious. Percy would too, even just wearing the Toga sometimes. And realizing, wait I do like this, maybe I just the way it feels

One night him and his mom would be Iris chatting and Sally would comment on his toga, and made her happy to see her little boy wearing ‘dresses’ again. I feel like Percy would have forgotten that

He would ask and they would take and laugh. But Percy would leave the chat feeling, kinda lost. Soul searching time, experimenting and what not. Probably talking to Hazel and Piper

Then annabeth. And then suddenly, holy crap I don’t feel 100% male, just like I’m not 100% human.

He would definitely go random pronouns trying things out. Not minding he, but liking they and she too. He would start dressing more feminine, getting help with his makeup

Deciding he really like skirts and heavy eyeliner. Annabeth wouldn’t mind, she would even say he found him sexy and cute

The aesthetic board is already posted!

Thank you so much for the ask! Please send more in

[anotheroceanid]

fem percy wip, from foreboding/the little three universe

[bonniesfamiliar]

Fem!Percy Jackson

[2sakkun]

a quick sketch of percabeth genderbranding. There are several headcannons here, but maybe someday I'll make a art with them XD

[percabeth4life]

Percy Jackson is considered the most beautiful woman of all since the time of Helen of Troy.

And she doesn't know about it.

She's literally soooo pretty and everyone is falling over themselves for her and she's just like "ooh, shiny rock-"

Does not notice, how could she notice? She's a kid with a long history of school trouble. As far as she's concerned she's average at best, loser at worst.

[dewypinkmorningroses]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Apollo/Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Athena & Percy Jackson, Artemis & Percy Jackson, Athena & Demeter Characters: Percy Jackson, Apollo (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Athena (Percy Jackson), Artemis (Percy Jackson), Demeter (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Female Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson in Ancient Greece, Deity Percy Jackson, Simp Apollo (Percy Jackson), Protective Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Protective Athena (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Percy Jackson is Godnip, gods being gods Series: Part 1 of The Athenide AU I can’t stop obsessing over Summary:

Inspired by @anotheroceanid

This is my take on the Athenide AU.

I wish I could gift this work to @anotheroceanid but she is anonymous on AO3. Please check out her series when the Horizon Blooms https://archiveofourown.org/series/4002553 Her stories are amazing. Or Check out her tumblr, her ideas are awesome! https://www.tumblr.com/anotheroceanid

[maeryuu]

Ok but imagine if Percy had been a girl, Sally naming her Persephone. Because Sally knew that eventually she would have to let her little girl go to camp but knew that in the myths Persephone always returned to her mother.

[psychofandomlover15]

PJO! HEADCANON!! Percy x Luke

Ok so you can use this with both female! And male! Percy.

So you now like in a lot of fics Percy is described with black hair, sea green eyes and tanned skin, right? And that he/she looks a lot like his/her grandmother, Rhea, right?

But, what if Luke looked a lot like Kronos?! Like imagine, they ( this is how I picture Kronos, ok?) Both have blonde hair and tanned skin, the only difference was that Luke had blue eyes and Kronos had golden eyes and of course Luke's scar.

But what if at the Battle of Manhattan they both look exactly like Kronos and Rhea and Percy and Luke are just their love story ( of course a little different tho) retold!?

[leeu16337]

[nothumbsnothoughts]

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, RIORDAN Rick - Works, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Ancient Egyptian Religion, Ancient Egyptian RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Apollo/Percy Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Apollo (Percy Jackson), Odysseus (Percy Jackson), Hermes (Percy Jackson), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Horus (Ancient Egyptian), Hathor (Ancient Egyptian), Triton (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Female Percy Jackson, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Ancient Greece, Historical Accuracy, But also Iliad accuracy, So a blend, Mycenaean Percy Jackson, Romance, Trojan War, Period Typical Attitudes, BAMF Percy Jackson, Moral Ambiguity, Angst, Worldbuilding, gods being gods, Possessive Apollo (Percy Jackson), Past Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Kronos Being an Asshole (Percy Jackson), REWRITE OF A PAST FIC, Miscommunication, Blood Kink, Oral Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Overstimulation, Choking, The sexy kind tho Series: Part 1 of Sing O Muse (of the grief that brought countless ills) Summary:

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost

AKA

Rhea thought the fight was over when she handed Luke that blade. The war she fought for others was over. She was wrong. Now a thousand miles and a thousand years from home, all alone with just the ghost of a curse to accompany her in her travels, she will only fight for the wars she chooses.

AKA

Sent to the start of the Trojan War, Rhea Jackson does not wish to be involved in another war of the gods

[bitter-lemonzz]

someone stop me

Sooooo, I got bored and wrote another ff for myself so I could sleep well in the night, but ts fem Percy and Carter, I wanted to see how it woud work so here we go:

“Students of Goode High–”

“And Brooklyn Academy for The Gifted–”

“Please stay in your respective groups.”

Carter walked over to the group on the left, with about 10 people– 5 from Goode and 5 from BAG. 

The METs. 

A really ominous place to be in, considering that the house has multiple maps filled with the museum's layout, he technically wasn’t allowed to be over the Brooklyn Bridge, and the fact that he doesn’t have a good reputation with places filled with historical artifacts. 

“I’m here!” 

A loud yell filled the silent museum, everyone turned to the girl that ran through the doors, and holy–

shit, I hate it-I WANNA CRYYYYY I need to finish watching Percy's messed up future chapter 4 but I'm soooooooooooooo unprepared dawgss

[southernpeach13]

Perpollo Reincarnation. What if like Percy is a reincarnated soul. That Apollo keeps finding and falling for but it always ends up in tragedy

[damblues]

I love fem!Percy so very much. She is literally so gorgeous and awesome!

Does anyone have any recommendations with a genderbent Percy? The pairings I don’t really care for. I would prefer no crossovers but it’s also fine. I just want to read about my goddess 🤭

[bonniesfamiliar]

When I read Fem!Percy Jackson stories, she rarely lets Medusa live and I'm just there baffled that the writers don't explore the disgust and hatred Fem!Percy would feel knowing that her father had done this. (No hate to the authors btw. I love their books.) Her father is one of the monsters in the world that her mother had told her about when she was younger so she could protect herself. Her father is responsible for the destruction of another girl's life and he faces no consequences. Readers, when I write a chapter of my Fem!Percy story, I will ensure that it is clear that my Fem!Percy is devoted to Medusa, so she will never fully trust her father or be near him without any sort of protection. (Which is great for angst in stories tbh) Random Person: *Breathes Fem!Percy: IF MEDUSA HAS MILLIONS OF SUPPORTERS, I'M ONE OF THEM. IF MEDUSA HAS ONE SUPPORTER, THAT'S ME. IF MEDUSA HAD NO SUPPORTERS, I'M DEAD.

https://www.tumblr.com/gorgonwoman/search/medusa = MY FAVOURITE MEDUSA SUPPORTER