#hazel Levesque

[danilyly]

"Piper, how did you know?"

"feeling...feeling"

Silly HC that in some very stressful situation where Leo was super anxious and thinking about a million things, Hazel said "you are not thinking straight", Leo's instinct spoke louder and he accidentally said "Of course not, I'm bi".

Percy looks like he's going to say something else, just a lil bit confused, but stop.

Frank passes Piper 5 dollars, narrowing his eyes

Annabeth doesn't take her eyes off the map

Hazel blinks and replies "like....Bilingual?"

[pinkcheessee]

somedays i feel like i’m getting over pjo and others i brainrot pjo all day

[i-am-nefelibata]

Heroes of Olympus girls!

With Reyna finished we have officially finished the main girls of The heroes of Olympus!

I personally think they look amazing together and I can’t wait to finish all the Pjo girls <3

[princessofghosts-posts]

People always talking about Percy and Jason parallelism as if Nico and Percy don't have the same thing.

Let me explain:

Both are a child of the Big Three,only difference is that Percy is the forbidden one while Nico isn't.

Both are extremely powerful and were ostracized by the other demigods for this,only difference is that Percy's mistreatment wasn't as bad or long as Nico's.

Both were in the Lotus,only difference is that Percy stayed for a couple of days,Nico for years.

Both are extremely skilled with swordsmanship,with Percy being at the top.

Both have a very unique sword with a feature of being able to always be with them. Raptide is a pen that will always come back to Percy,while Nico's sword can appear from the shadows with his command.

Both have a sister that they will die for, without a second question asked.

Both were ready to end themselves for their sibling. During SoM,when Percy thought that Tyson died with Clarisse's ship being destroyed,he wished he could drown but couldn't because he's a son of Poseidon. During BotL,Nico tried to switch his souls for the one of his sister (only good thing Minos did was to tell him that Hades won't accept it) knowing full well the consequences.

Based of the point before,both are extremely suicidal. Percy wished he could drown multiple time,and went along with Polybotes's poison only because he thought he deserved to die. Nico doesn't see the value in his life and go on the most suicidal solo-quest ever with the awareness that he might die,and he doesn't care or think the others don't.

In HoO Hazel think how both Percy and Jason are just waiting for a monster too strong to defeat,that can kill them. Nico isn't to far off from this vision too,since in BoO he was ready to end it all,be it by his travel of wanting to kill Octavian.

Based of the other point,they are probably both depressed,with Percy masking his with humor (similar to Leo) or avoiding thinking about it,and Nico is carrying it on his sleeves,fully accepting it.

Poseidon and Hades tried to keep their family safe,proposing to build palaces in their domains,basically the same place where their wives lives with them,so that they can live in peace and Zeus wouldn't know about them.

Sally and Maria rejected the idea,deciding to raise their children with them despite the difficulties and dangers.

Both have a good relationship with their mother,the problem is that Nico can't remember much of her.

Both are scared of their father domains (all of the kids of the Big 3,both romans and greeks,are). In MoA,when Percy was visiting the aquarium with Frank and the tank broke,he thought he was going to drown (ironic,isn't it? The guy that wanted to drown now is scared of it) before remembering he is a child of Poseidon (again,ironic.). His fear was caused by Gaia,when during SoN,she made him sink into quicksand and Hazel had to save him before they got to the boss battle. In BoO,during their trip with the Statue,Nico was actively fading away (and dying),to the point that mortals and demigods could pass through his body. He almost become one with the shadows,the same shadows he use every time he has to travel. Untill then he was comfortable in being in the shadows,because of CHB attitude regarding him,but after that? He didn't saw them in the same way.

The romans don't pay homage to,or don't respect that much,their fathers. Both the temples of Pluto and Neptune at the CJ are in very bad shape,even with a daughter of Pluto living there.

Both are an active part of the two Great Prophecies,with Percy being the prophecy child and a part of the Seven,while Nico does the heavy lifting on the sidelines as a support character. (Both of the time they won thanks to his help).

Chronos wanted them both (and Thalia) on his side. He tormented all of them,but Percy and Nico (and Thalia) stayed loyal to their fathers no matter what.

Both can get along pretty well with their divine families.

Poseidon and Hades have rooms in their palace only for them,when they stay with them or came for a visit; Amphitrite and Persephone (and Demeter) don't mind their presence that much when they are in the palace.

Both are ready to kill for their loved one,especially their partners. (also Annabeth and Will being blond,when Percy and Nico hair's black>>>>>)

Both are prince of their fathers's kingdom (same for the others Big 3 kids) but noble titles aren't a thing in the demigods world (I will forever be pissed about this)

Both Poseidon and Hades care about them in their own strange and limiting ways. At the same time they both fucked them up with their horrible communication skills (The price you pay for being alive??? Bianca should be alive instead of Nico??? Fuck them both for this).

Nico and Percy are the only one with a good relationship (for demigods standard) with their divine parent and families,both in the Big 3 kids club and for the rest of the demigods's population. (the children of Dionysus and Apollo too).

Both went to Tartarus and had their mind fucked up by the gods that were there (Nico needs to see Dionysus on almost a daily basis otherwise he will go insane??? Percy was ready to kill a goodness???). Nyx appeared to both of them (get her away from Nico-) and their powers evolved.

Lot of trauma from all the prophecies and wars they went through.

First impression of their divine sibling was horrible. Triton was extremely judgmental of Percy,without even knowing him,while Melinoë was straight up trauma for Nico.

Both were betrayed by their teacher. Luke gave Percy sword lessons before he left for his first quest,so much so that during SoN,even without memory,Luke's voice reminded him what to do during the war games. Minos was ready to sell Nico to the enemy after he taught him everything he knew about the rituals to invoke the spirits,and went in the Labyrinth with him.

Both lost their memories,Percy because of Hera and Nico because of Hades. Only difference is that Percy memories returned,while Nico will never have all of them back (like Jason).

In their own POVs they don't talk really highly of themselves,and most of the time think about how they messed up certain things,and how other people could do better than them. The few times they feel confident about their abilities? Bad shit happens.

Ragarding the point before of this,both have a low self-esteem.

In the other characters POVs,we see how people actually see them. Hazel almost mistakes Percy for a god because of how handsome,loyal (probably also why Annabeth,Nico,Rachel,Calypso and Reyna fell for him) and powerful he is. Reyna think that Nico's surname give him justice because he looks like an angel (he also pulled Will Solace with being rarely at CHB during that time) when he smile,and is extremely powerful.

Do I need to continue? There are probably so many other similarities between them but I think you get the point. While Percy and Jason might be two faces the same coin,Nico and Percy are basically the same face.

All of the Big 3 children have similarities or have parallelism to each other: Thalia and Hazel (both come back from the dead and had to readjust to the years that passed, everything they know was now a distant memory); Jason and Bianca (both died when they were starting to figure out their life,after their memory loss); and there are others matches too: Thalia and Percy,Jason and Hazel,Jason and Nico,Bianca and Percy,Thalia and Nico,etc...

But Nico and Percy are just so similar to each other that sometimes it's hurt. They can't even have a good interaction most of the time because trauma is part of their relationship.

[neverjustblue]

“Why’s Annabeth black?”

“Can you drawn book accurate Annabeth?”

“Leo has black hair.”

“Why’s Jason black?”

“Hazel has golden eyes.”

Ok. You draw it. Here!

[sillylittlespam]

ISN’T IT DELICATE?

if you’re new to this series, please check out the master list, as it has the summary + previous chapters!

Delicate Masterlist

Chapter Two : The Vulture

riordanverse characters x brooklyn 99 au!

detective!percy jackson x detective!y/n

. : 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

“Jackson, where are we on the Lincoln Place murder?” Jason Grace asked as he read from his file.

“Well, like I told Captain Ramírez-Arellano earlier this week,” Percy spoke from his seat in the briefing room, “We are at the one-yard line! It’s a football reference.”

“Yes, Percy. I played linebacker in college,” Jason was unamused, similar to the rest of the room.

“In high school I was the football team’s waterboy,” Leo Valdez announced with far too much confidence.

“You really wanna be bragging about that?” Percy asked, a smile on his face that was not entirely mocking.

“Jackson, you want to loop everyone in?” Their captain asked from her corner of the room. Her arms were crossed, and her face was…unreadable.

At the seriousness in her voice, Percy let out a small sigh as he stood and made his way to the front, “Get ready for some stuff on a screen.”

As he passed (y/n)’s seat, he ruffled her hair, not enough to actually mess it up, but enough to annoy her. The glare he received from her let him know he did his job.

“Meet Chad Brunner,” Percy’s tone held false enthusiasm as he clicked through the slideshow, “Prominent citizen, lawyer, corpse. Now meet his wife, Leslie Dodds. She did not take his last name, but I believe she did take his life.”

His weatherman-esque tone earned him a few smiles from his audience.

“Nice,” Grover and Annabeth said in unison.

“Thank you, friends,” Percy pointed at them, the slightest smirk on his face, “Now, Dodds had means, motive, and opportunity.”

“So why’s the case still ongoing?” (y/n) asked, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair.

“Because, impatient co-worker,” Percy turned to speak directly to her, “I just need to find the murder weapon.”

“Yes, let’s save questions until the end,” Reyna announced. Percy shot (y/n) a victorious smirk which normally would’ve made her scowl, but this time all she could think about was how Percy’s green shirt really made his eyes stand out.

“For some reason, the D.A. won’t move forward with the arrest until we find the knife she used,” Percy said, addressing the whole room.

“Is that reason that they want to win the case?” One could almost detect a hint of humor in Reyna’s voice.

“Yes, and please save all questions until the end,” Percy went silent for a few moments after the words left his mouth, “Okay, I’m done.”

“Well, find the murder weapon,” Reyna ordered, “The family’s close to the mayor, and I’m starting to catch heat from the higher-ups. Jackson, I’m going to ask you again. Do you need any resources or personnel?”

“No, ma’am, I’ve got it,” Percy insisted.

“Okay,” Reyna said, “Dismissed. Sergeants, a word?”

The majority of the precinct return to their desks, with the exception of a few.

“Okay, how can we help?” (y/n) asked, crossing her arms as she, Annabeth, Piper, and Clarisse approached Percy’s desk.

“What do you need, Perce?” Annabeth asked.

“I need nothing,” Percy didn’t look up from his case file as he spoke, “I’m about to solve this case, meet the mayor, and sell my life rights to Logan Lerman  so he can play my less attractive brother in the ensuing film,” he finally looked up, placing the file on his desk.

“C’mon, Jackson, Captain said to use the whole team,” Piper reminded him, picking up the case file to skim it.

“We all want this solved,” Percy was surprised Clarisse was on their side for this.

“I appreciate the offer,” Percy said, snatching the file back from Piper, “But I work alone.”

“Will you just let us help, Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth snapped, starting to get annoyed.

Percy fell silent as Annabeth stared him down. After a considerable amount of awkward silence, the green eyed man smiled. It was a smile that let everyone around him know that whatever he was about to say was not going to be helpful.

“Okay, fine,” his decided, his smirk widening, “I will let two of you help me. Grover and…. (y/n)!”

“Yeah!” Grover celebrated from his desk.

“What?” (y/n), however, was confused. She watched Percy’s expression as if she were expecting some sort of punchline.

“I’m choosing these two because Grover is the least likely to steal my thunder, and I want (y/n) to be there when I solve the case so I can rub it in her face!” Percy tilted his head, thoughtfully, “I didn’t mean for that to rhyme but I feel like it gets my point across.”

While (y/n) stared at him with her eyes narrowed, the three other girls shared a look behind her. Percy noticed this and sat up straighter in his chair, his grin faltering. His eyes flickered between the three girls, and he seemed almost nervous, “What?”

(y/n), in turn, turned around to cast her own confused look. Meanwhile, Clarisse, Annabeth, and Piper gave their own forms of shrugging the two off.

“Nothing.”

“Not a thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Any trace of humor disappeared from (y/n)’s face as she examined the girls behind her, and after a moment of awkward silence she muttered, “I’ll get the car.”

After an afternoon wasted on interviewing those who resided in the victim’s apartment building, Percy, (y/n), and Grover retreated back to the police car. It wasn’t until Percy was behind the wheel and the car was on the road that his cell phone began ringing.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, his eyes quickly glancing down to where it rested in the cupholder, “(y/n), can you get that?”

Instead of answering, (y/n), who sat in the passenger seat, picked up the phone and pressed the accept button before bringing it to her ear.

“Hello?” she did her best to keep her voice somewhat pleasant.

“Seaw- (y/n)? Why do you have Percy’s phone?” The voice of Annabeth Chase filled her ear.

“He’s driving. I can put you on speaker.”

“Thank you!”

Once the phone was on speakerphone, Annabeth continued talking.

“So, I looked at the photos of your victim that you left out on your disgustingly disorganized desk-“

“First of all, stop snooping,” Percy cut her off, a frown on his face as he kept his attention on the road, “Second of all, don’t be mean, I’m-“

“-organized in your own way, yeah, whatever,” (y/n) smiled at the attitude that was prevalent in Annabeth’s voice.

“Don’t encourage her,” Percy turned to (y/n) with a sort of over-exaggerated hurt expression.

“Let her finish, and keep your eyes on the road,” she snapped, only somewhat seriously, “Keep going, Chase.”

“Thank you, my beautiful (y/n). Anyway, the puncture wounds are similar to a case Piper and I had a while back. They aren’t from a knife. We think it’s something spiral, like a corkscrew.”

The car fell silent for a moment, the sound of the engine filling the quiet.

“Shit,” Grover muttered from the backseat, reminding the others of his presence, “A knife of bad enough, but imagine you get stabbed with a corkscrew.”

(y/n) couldn’t help but agree.

“Thank you, Wise Girl, that was actually very helpful,” Percy was thinking too hard to include any sass in his tone, “We’re on our way back to the precinct right now, we should be there in less than ten.”

“If we make it,” (y/n) muttered, earning a loud laugh from the woman on the phone.

“I am not a bad driver!” Percy insisted, his head whipping around to glare at the woman before remembering where his attention was supposed to be.

“Uh oh, guys,” Annabeth’s voice had a tone of seriousness that made them fall silent, “Make sure not to crash, but get back here soon.”

When the detectives finally arrived back at the police station, Percy made a beeline to Annabeth, who in turn directed their attention to Percy’s desk. A man sat in Percy’s chair, with his boots propped up on the mess on the desk, and a hand ran lazily through his blond hair.

“Oh, hello, Jackson,” Octavian Alexander geeeted the green eyed man.

Percy let out a groan, “No, no, no.”

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, man,” Octavian said as Percy practically stomped his way across the precinct to the captain’s office, “I’m the one who had to come to this backwater stink hole.”

Grover and (y/n) trailed behind him, one of them more eagerly so.

“What’s up, little man?” Octavian gave Grover a bro nod, who ignored it.

As (y/n) walked by him, she kept her eyes ahead, taking care not to even glance at the blond demon man.

“Hey, (y/n)!” Octavian called, “How ‘bout you finally ditch these losers and go out to dinner with me?”

(y/n) stopped at Reyna’s door, and turned around to finally face the Vulture. She opened her mouth to shoot back a really good insult, but before she could, she felt a strong hand wrap around her forearm and yank pull her inside. Once Percy Jackson had closed the office door and shut the blinds on the window, he pulled led (y/n) over to where Grover stood in front of Reyna Ramírez-Arellano’s desk.

“Captain, please, please, pretty please do not let him take over my case,” Percy practically begged to the stone cold woman in front of him, seemingly unaware that his hand remained wrapped around (y/n)’s arm.

“Major Crimes is stepping in. Nothing I can do,” Reyna shrugged, “You’re off the case. All of you.”

“I can’t believe you’re just rolling over and giving my murder away to the Vulture!” (y/n) winced as Percy’s grip on her tightened with his words.

“We call him the Vulture because he swoops in and solves cases that are almost solved and takes the credit for himself,” Grover explained both to Reyna and (y/n).

“Yes, Grover, I’ve met him before and I’m sure the Captain was able to figure that out,” (y/n) said, finally pulling her arm out of Percy’s grasp.

“You are correct,” Reyna nodded at (y/n)’s words before continuing, “First of all, Major Crimes has jurisdiction over any and all cases they want to take. But more importantly,” she took a moment to point her pen at Percy, “You’re the one who insisted on working alone. I told you for weeks to use the squad, and you refused.”

“I used them,” Percy insisted, yet his tone was much weaker, “Annabeth and Piper are the ones who figured out the corkscrew, (y/n) helped navigate us to the apartment, and Grover beat my high score in Block Blast!”

“Congratulations, Detective Underwood,” Reyna’s tone had the faintest trace of sarcasm before she turned back to Percy, “You should’ve involved them sooner. Turn over your files to Detective Alexander.”

“Ma’am, can you call him the Vulture?” Grover asked, “Giving him a name makes him human.”

“Turn over the files,” Reyna repeated, adding a pause between every word to emphasize her seriousness.

“Fine,” Percy sighed. Grover left the room, followed by Percy and-

“Detective (l/n),” the sound of Reyna’s voice caused the two other detectives to stop in their tracks, “We need to have a talk.”

“About what?” asked the detective that definitely was not (y/n). Percy’s face was filled with confusion and worry.

“Detective (l/n) is going to find out,” Reyna said, her dark eyes staring holes into Percy’s green ones, “Now, unless you’ve recently filed for a name change, Detective Jackson, please close the door on your way out.”

“She’s not in trouble, is she?” Percy looked more serious than (y/n) had ever seen him, his eyes flickering between her and the Captain. A wave of confusion passed over her. Why did he care so much?

“Jackson,” Reyna’s tone was dead serious. This was his last warning.

“Yeah, yeah, close the door. I got you,” his eyes never left (y/n)’s until the dark wood of the door replaced her sight of them.

Finally alone with the captain, (y/n) let out a long exhale to help settle her nerves, “What do we need to talk about, Captain?”

As Percy packed up the various paperwork and evidence that belonged to his stolen case, his mind remained in that closed office. He had shut the blinds when they first went in, and they remained closed. There goes his chance of having Nico lip read the captain’s conversation.

Stupid Percy and his stupid need for privacy.

He hadn’t the faintest clue of what could be going on in there, and from the looks of it, (y/n) didn’t either. He hoped that she would tell him what happened when she finally got out.

“You know, before I solve this case,” the aggravating voice of Octavian Alexander, otherwise known as the Vulture, interrupted Percy’s worrying, “I’d like to thank you for doing all the super-easy work. You know, the real Nancy Drew level stuff.”

“Oh yeah? Did Nancy Drew solve a lot of murders?” Percy asked, only allowing the Vulture half of his attention as his eyes remained in the closed windows.

“Yeah, she did!” Grover exclaimed. Percy loved his best friend, but he had to admit that he paid no attention whatsoever to the little ramble he went on following those words.

“Hey!” the Vulture raised his voice as he noticed that he was losing the attention of those he was trying to instigate, “Should we take odds on how fast I’ll solve this case?”

“Nope.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I mean, what was it with La Rue’s last “impossible” extortion case?” the blond devil asked, using air quotes with his fingers to further annoy the detectives, “What was it, six hours?”

Clarisse, who had been leaning against the side of her desk, eavesdropping, rolled her eyes, “That’s because it was 98% solved.”

“The last 2% is the hardest to get,” Octavian leaned towards her, his pale blue eyes narrowing, “That’s why they leave it in the milk.”

“What?” Percy shook his head. How the hell did this idiot outrank him?

“Oh, wow,” the Vulture’s attention was now focused on something behind Percy, “Looking good, (l/n).”

Percy’s head whipped around. He had been too caught up in Octavian’s idiocracy that he hadn’t noticed the captain’s door open. 

“Go rot in hell,” (y/n)’s tone was casual despite the content of her words as she approached Percy, “I have the last file.”

The Vulture rose from his spot in Percy’s chair and took the files from the detectives as if they were children on a playground.

“Thanks, champ. Good effort,” he said, smugly, “I’ve got it from here. But hey, feel free to call me any time you losers can’t solve a simple case.”

Instead of addressing the insult as the blind man walked away, Percy turned to (y/n), his worried expression returning, “What happened? Are you alright?”

(y/n), in return, looked up at him and gave a puzzled look, “Why wouldn’t I be alright? The captain just wanted to talk to me about something. No big deal.”

“Well, what was it?”

“Are you aware of your inability to stay out of other people’s business?” The woman asked, her patience beginning to grow thin. Despite her attempt at casualness, it was clear that it had been far from “no big deal”, “Maybe if you stopped being so nosy, you could solve your cases before the Vulture was able to take them from you.”

Percy didn’t know what to say as she made her way back to her desk.

Later that night, the precinct (with the exception of the captain and the sergeant) met up at the local bar. After an hour of drinking and talking about how much they hated the Vulture, some idiot Percy came up with the idea to get revenge on the blond demon by solving the case before he could.

Deciding to take the bus since they were all various levels of intoxicated, Percy had plopped himself into the seat next to (y/n) and began infodumping the details of the case to her.

“So the waitress heard the couple arguing at dinner,” Percy explained, talking with his hands, “Apparently he was having an affair, and it was not the first time. Two years ago, she caught him with a dog walker who was “walking his dog,” if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” (y/n) nodded, an unpleased look on her face regarding the euphemism.

“Funny right?” When he didn’t get a response, he kept talking, “Anyways, we know it’s the wife.”

(y/n) was silent for a moment, her eyes squinting as she watched his expressive face, “You’re real talkative now that you want our help,” she noted.

Percy sighed at her words, “All right, it is possible that I should’ve brought the gang in sooner, but I just get so excited, wrapped in wanting to solve stuff, you know?”

(y/n) couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face, “I know what you mean. You want to be the best. We all do. You just.. don’t have to be such a butthead about it.”

Percy, for the first time since they had gotten on the bus, was silent. Too silent.

“What?” (y/n) asked, worried that she had missed something. 

“I just-“ Percy’s eyebrows furrowed, “I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.”

“Shut up.”

“No, (y/n), you made a suspect cry last month because he made a degrading comment about women,” Percy reminded her, “And you just called me a butthead.”

“Jackson-“

“Don’t “Jackson” me, we’re having a nice moment,” Percy’s grin was much wider than (y/n) would’ve liked, and his green eyes sparkled in the shitty bus lighting, “Admit it, you like me.”

“I’ll admit that I get soft when I’m drunk,” (y/n) muttered, her gaze shifting towards the window across from her. 

Unbeknownst to the woman, Percy’s eyes remained on her. He had only seen her off duty a few times, and each time it still surprised him how different Work (y/n) was from Off-Duty (y/n). He didn’t know what it was, but there was something that led to her keeping her guard up while in the workplace. Percy was always lucky enough to consider his precinct as his family, and he wanted (y/n) to be able to do the same. He could tell she was much more comfortable now than she was when she was first transferred, but he hoped that one day she felt she was able to be herself around her co-workers.

(y/n)’s head turned back to look up at Percy. When she found his eyes still on her, her eyes narrowed, “What?”

“Nothing,” Percy surprised himself with how smooth his tone was. He figured it was the alcohol talking, “I like your jacket. It brings out your eyes.”

He grabbed a piece of her oversized jacket, pulling it gently to mess with her. (y/n) rolled her eyes, but she didn’t turn away in time to prevent him from seeing the small smile on her face.

When the gang finally pulled up to the victim’s apartment, Percy began explaining the timeline of the murder.

“Alright, here’s how it all went down,” the tall man spoke to the small crowd of people as he led them through the apartment, “9:45, a man screams. 90 seconds later, wife goes down to the doorman, says a guy murdered her husband and then ran off. We know she’s lying.”

Once the crew made it to the kitchen, Percy turned around to face them as he continued speaking, “We’ve just gotta find the corkscrew to make our case airtight. I say we role-play, see if something sparks.”

Percy and Leo went first.

“Darling, thank you for a lovely dinner,” Percy poorly monologued, “Perhaps we should have one more drink before bed.”

“Don’t you “Darling” me, you philanderer!” Leo exclaimed, his voice far too high pitched.

“No, Leo, you’re the husband,” Percy corrected, “The husband had the affair.”

“I’m always the victim,” Leo complained, and (y/n) and Piper, who was far too drunk to really do anything, exchanged annoyed glances from their spot on the victim’s very comfortable couch, “I don’t want to be the victim.”

“Okay, Leo is the door-“ Percy turned to the rest of his squad.

“No, I’ll be the victim,” Leo quickly corrected, “Don’t make me be the door again.”

“Great,” Percy turned to the cabinet and pretended to pull something out, “Okay, so.. wife goes into the drawer. Get the corkscrew,” He pretended to stab Leo with a bit too much enthusiasm, “Stab stab stab!”

Leo fell to the floor, and Percy turned to his group of people, “What did she do with the corkscrew?”

While Piper and (y/n) were lounging on the couch, Annabeth, Grover, Clarisse, and Hazel stood at the edge of the kitchen, watching the scene.

“She dumps it in the hallway trash chute on the way to the doorman,” Hazel suggested.

“No, we checked the trash like, ten times,” Percy shook his head, “We would’ve seen a bloody corkscrew.

“The body!” Leo called from his spot on the floor, “It’s still in the body?”

“No, Leo, you suck at this,” Percy rubbed his forehead, “Go sit down.”

“What if she tossed the corkscrew out the window?” Annabeth asked, leaning on the kitchen doorframe, “And it landed on a passing car?”

“Security cams showed no one driving by at the time,” Percy shook his head again, “And nothing on the street.”

“What if she kept it on her?” Grover asked, “Like, hid it in her pocket or something.”

“No, we searched her. And didn’t find anything.”

“Okay, I want in,” (y/n) stood up, swaying only slightly as Leo took her spot on the couch, “But I want to stab Jackson.”

Percy, who had been leaning against the kitchen counter, smirked, “Fine.”

The two made their way to the center of the kitchen, and (y/n) realized how small the room was.

As Percy looked down at her, (y/n) met his eyes with an unintentional smile.

“Alright. Sweetheart-“ Percy started.

“Time to die,” (y/n) cut him off, causing Annabeth and Clarisse to laugh. She turned around to pretend to grab the murder weapon, when her eyes landed on the refrigerator. She was silent for a moment, and Percy could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

“(y/n)?” He asked, stepping close and tapping her shoulder to bring her back to reality.

“What if it was a magnetic corkscrew?” She asked, her eyes on the many magnets that adorned the refrigerator.

The room went silent as everybody else tried to get to the same idea she was on.

“If the corkscrew was on a magnet-“

“It’s stuck halfway down the inside of the trash chute,” Percy rushed out, “I figured it out first!”

He began running out of the room, (y/n) close behind him.

“What’s happening?” a barely conscious Piper asked from the couch.

“You guys go after them and make sure they don’t kill each other,” Leo told the rest of the detectives, “I got her.”

After a successfully unsuccessful mission, where the squad was caught compromising the crime scene by some on-duty police officers, the squad anxiously waited at their desks outside the captain’s office where Reyna was getting yelled at by the Vulture.

“Oh my Gods, Reyna’s gonna kill us,” (y/n) muttered from her seat, her arms crossed and her eyes trained on Octavian, who was pacing around the room, his hands flailing in the air.

“Don’t worry,” Percy appeared behind her, gently resting a hand on her shoulder, which she promptly shrugged off, “I have a plan.”

“Because your plans always go perfectly,” (y/n) shot back, peering behind her to give him a look.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” Percy walked around to the other side of her, so he was blocking her view of the captain’s window. He pulled out a small bag from his pocket, and (y/n) gasped.

“You found the corkscrew?” she kept her voice quiet, but her eyes were wide with surprise.

“I did, before those other cops dragged us away,” Percy leaned close, too close, to make sure nobody overheard them, “Originally, I was going to send this to the DA’s office so we could officially say that we’ve out-vultured the Vulture. But, after watching Reyna get yelled at for a few minutes, I feel bad. So I’m going to give him the credit so he can leave her alone, because I really like her and I don’t want her to get in trouble because I act stupid when I’m drunk.”

“That’s…really mature, Jackson,” (y/n) said, her eyes still wide.

“Well, don’t sound so surprised,” Percy gave her one of his signature grins, and she felt something strange happen in her stomach. She must still be hungover.

“Why are you telling me about this?” (y/n) asked, ignoring whatever nauseating feeling just came over her.

Percy shrugged, breaking their eye contact to glance across the room at nothing, “I dunno. I did say you could help me on the case. And it was kind of your idea that helped us find the corkscrew in the first place.”

“So you admit I have good ideas?” it was (y/n)’s turn to grin, her head tilting as Percy finally met her eyes again.

“You’re stupidly smart, (y/n).” he said, far more serious than she expected, “I have never doubted your ideas, or your ability to do your job, and I don’t plan on ever doing so.”

“Right,” her eyes narrowed, “That’s why you made the bet in the first place. You think you can make more felony arrests than me, but you don’t doubt my ability to do my job. That’s kind of contradictory, don’t you think?”

As Percy watched her, a strange expression came over him, almost like he was holding something back. Finally, he shook his head, “That isn’t why I made the bet.”

“Then why-“

(y/n) stopped speaking as Percy left her very confused, walking towards the captain’s office. He paused at the door, turning to glance in her direction. They made eye contact again, and he smiled, as if he had just made a joke to himself. A few seconds later, and (y/n) was left staring at the dark wood of the door.

a/n

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[water-breathing-percy]

Nico: I’m not dramatic. Jason: You just referred to your morning coffee as "the only warmth in my cold, dead existence."

[esmereldapearl]

PJO characters random quirks/idk headcannons:

Percy randomly sits up in bed at night, dazed and tired, and just stare at a random part of his room for like twenty minutes before he goes “why am I doing this?” and lays back down

Nico, despite being a child of Hades, has strangely prophetic dreams. Like, one time, he was like “hm. I think Percy and Annabeth will have a daughter with white-blonde hair.” And then it turns out he was right— many random dreams where he just like, sees the future. (He’s not even a legacy of Apollo in any shape or form, nor been blessed, nor anything, he just sorta has those dreams, goes ‘huh’ and doesn’t think abt them until something happens)

Will has a look that legit scares the daylights out of people— like the ones moms give you when you’re acting up in public— the look of “are you fucking joking right now?” and just kinda has a resting annoyed face 95% of the time (unless he’s w/nico and then he’s fine- but in the infirmary? oh he’s MAD.)

Annabeth likes to like, chew on things while being focused or when she’s fidgeting— pencils, pens, gum

Leo quotes a bunch of different shows all the time— sometimes people understand it’s a reference and sometimes it just sorta flies over everyone’s heads

Hazel and Nico gossip quite a bit. Like, they could be in a meeting together and then all of the sudden someone says something off and they just look at each other like “omg we are 100% talking about that later”

[landstedelesbian]

percy: hey kids, want a tarot card reading ? hecate camper: these are pokemon cards Percy: you get a bidoof, which means fuck you

[jennylikejerry]

My school is so boring... The Stolls brothers could use some help there. Please, blow up the toilet, glue the chemistry teacher to the chair, PROVE TO ME THAT IT CAN BE FUN AND INTERESTING THERE

[owlghosts9]

my opinions on the seven !!

[coquettemouse]

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[punkeropercyjackson]

'Why do you hate Lukercy and Percy x Gods shippers so much?!'Because you victim blame Annabeth for her coping mechanisms to Luke's grooming,use Rachel and Thalia as nothing but props,ignore Hazel and Sally,sexualize Nico and erase Percy's entire character as representation for people who were made to feel they'd always turn out bad no matter how hard they try to be good😐

[eraofprocrastination]

listen. I know we all agree that the love triangles in the PJO/HoO series were unnecessary. but NOBODY was writing them like Rick Riordan.

sure Annabeth vs. Rachel was kinda uninspired (though I could make the argument that it contributed to Percy's character development) but then the secret element of NICO being involved??? the SHOCK FACTOR. the DRAMA. the way no one can think of anything else when rereading BotL. the entire layer of relationship dynamics it adds.

and then Hazel and Leo and Frank??? 13yo Era was SHOOK when she read the Sammy flashback. You're telling me Hazel has these awkward moments with Leo not because she likes him, but because she was in love with his GRANDPA?? the total pathos of the moment when Hazel realizes Sammy TOLD LEO ABOUT HER??? the way Leo wouldn't exist if Hazel hadn't given up her entire life??? I was crying at the tragedy of it all.

[calikitters]

pjo tweets part 24!!!

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