#hazel levesque can shadow-travel

[mire-the-swamp]

HAZEL LEVESQUE CAN SHADOWTRAVEL in canon!!!!!

“We’ll have to shadow-travel,” Hazel said.

Nico winced. “Hazel, I can barely manage that with only myself. With seven more people—”

“I’ll help you.” She tried to sound confident. She’d never shadow-traveled before, had no idea if she could; but after working with the Mist, altering the Labyrinth—she had to believe it was possible.

An entire section of tiles peeled loose from the ceiling.

“Everyone, grab hands!” Nico yelled.

They made a hasty circle. Hazel envisioned the Greek countryside above them. The cavern collapsed, and she felt herself dissolving into shadow.

They appeared on the hillside overlooking the River Acheron. The sun was just rising, making the water glitter and the clouds glow orange.

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

"percy's clearly the strongest demigod" "nah it's jason" "lmfao wtf are you on its neither but actually nico."

BUT uhmmm sorry but. y'all are wrong. OBVIOUSLY the strongest demigod is hazel levesque who could probably instantkill the seven immediately but is just too fucking nice honestly.

[moonlightswritingandstuff]

The Case of Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Rachel Elizabeth Dare is an enigma. Leo thinks that she's made up. Hazel and Bianca throw their lot in with her being a goddess. Nico swears it's a coincidence. And so on and so forth. No one knows who - or what - Rachel Elizabeth Dare is. And so they meet to discuss it. (It's a crackfic. Don't take this summary too seriously.)

for best results, read on ao3!

trigger warnings: the COVID-19 pandemic is referenced

[TRANSCRIPT OF THE MEETING OF JULY 6TH, 2052 (as estimated), as recorded by Grover Underwood]

ANNABETH CHASE, OWL: That exhausts our list. Are there any other concerns to be made?

LEO VALDEZ, MECH: Yes, Head Councilwoman. I bring the Case of Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I believe she is not real and never as been; you must surely be playing a prank on me!

PERCY JACKSON, SEASTAR: Rachel is real! We've all seen her! Except Leo, of course.

OWL: I agree. Rachel is real; she is also immortal.

NICO DI ANGELO, SKELETON: No, it's just a coincidence. I think you're lying about seeing her in the Hadrian period, at least.

HAZEL LEVESQUE, GEMSTONE: I saw what I saw! And it's not just a coincidence! She's got to be a god.

SHADOW: Perhaps even God Himself.

(GEMSTONE, SKELETON's sister, sputters. SKELETON is notably Catholic despite his time travelling. But who are we to judge?)

BIANCA DI ANGELO, SHADOW: She's pretty enough to be a god. I agree with Hazel.

(And there's the third member of our sibling trio. Bianca is not as religious as Nico, and prefers pissing him off, anyway.)

SKELETON, increasingly frustrated: That's only because you like to kiss her.

SHADOW: Guilty as charged, I suppose.

OWL: Wait, guys, we need a spreadsheet. Leo's under 'nonbeliever'-

MECH: Nonbeliever!?

OWL: Shut up. Percy, you're-

SEASTAR: Immortal.

OWL: Great. Me too. Nico is under coincidence, and Hazel and Bianca are under goddess.

GEMSTONE: Well, Nico's wrong. How can there be a bunch of identical people named Rachel Elizabeth Dare? In places no one should be named Rachel Elizabeth Dare, no less!

MECH: I still think you guys are lying!

SKELETON: Shut up, Leo.

MECH: Hey!

GROVER UNDERWOOD, PANCRIER (and your transcriptor): Put me down under fellow unregistered time traveller.

OWL: How can she be an unregistered time traveller? Plus, if she was, she'd stay far away from us registered time travellers?

PANCRIER: Bianca was the first to see her, right? Maybe Rachel developed a crush and decided that the rest of us were safe.

SHADOW: Come on! We're not dating or even remotely involved!

GEMSTONE, dryly: Stop lying. I walked in on you making out with her in a closet!

SKELETON: Can't believe Bianca's cheating on the Rachels with other Rachels.

GEMSTONE: They're the same person! And why are you judging me for dating a god!

MECH: so you are dating. Or is this just a cover-up for the fact that Bianca can't get a date.

GEMSTONE: Shut up!

DREW TANAKA, MIRROR: I've met her. We went shopping for makeup and dresses.

MECH: So she talks to you and not me!?

MIRROR: It's because I'm better than you.

SHADOW: Drew's right.

MECH: I hate you all. Why am I here?

OWL: You couldn't live without us.

SEASTAR: Also, I'm the only person who can surpass your sarcastic genius.

MECH, notably sarcastic: Of course. How will I ever catch up?

PANCRIER: We are part of a dignified organization. We are part of a dignified organization.

GEMSTONE, SHADOW, OWL, and SEASTAR: of course.

PANCRIER: I should quit.

SEASTAR: I'd miss you, though.

PANCRIER: Never mind. I will not quit.

MIRROR: Sap.

OWL: Shut up, Drew.

MIRROR: Why do I go to these meetings, anyway?

OWL: Because Piper quit.

MIRROR: Piper never had to handle a deadly situation in her life.

OWL: But you're... you.

SHADOW: Enough about my love life. What about Annabeth and Drew's?

OWL and MIRROR, simultaneously: No.

SEASTAR: Perhaps we should not discuss this, dear cousin of mine.

[SHADOW rolls her eyes. GEMSTONE pats her on the back.]

SKELETON: I'm going to the bathroom.

[SKELETON leaves.]

OWL: He's not coming back, is he?

MIRROR: No, of course not. I would leave, too, but you need someone with a head on their shoulders.

PANCRIER: What about me?

MIRROR: You also have a head on your shoulders. But I cannot confine you to this duty alone, hon.

PANCRIER: Sure.

[PANCRIER would like to note that he is the only sane person here.]

MECH: Anyway, back on topic, Festus tells me that he has seen Rachel, but only when I have to leave him behind. Can't believe you guys have manipulated him.

PANCRIER: We haven't. Besides, I think Rachel has powers of prophecy.

OWL: The only power people have is time travel, from experience.

PANCRIER: Yeah but consider. Also, I have my codename for a reason?

OWL: Yeah, it's because you have an extraordinary loud scream.

PANCRIER: Extraordinary is close enough to magic, isn't it?

OWL: Also, prophecy could be explained by the actual time travel.

PANCRIER: What if she's a clone? And she's cloned herself a million times? And that's why she's everywhere?

SEASTAR: Or she could have a way to track us and use it for mischief.

SHADOW: Thus supporting Hazel's and my goddess theory.

MIRROR: Yeah, I buy that.

[OWL jots that down on her table.]

MIRROR: But we should also ask everyone else. Because there's like forty of us.

OWL: Thirty-nine, actually.

MIRROR: I said 'like forty', not actually forty.

OWL: Semantics.

MECH: I still think you guys are pulling a Goncharov.

SEASTAR: Goncharov? I haven't heard of that before.

MECH: A relic of the 2020s, during the COVID-19 pandemic, you know? This blogging site that went kind of archaic - still active though, like a cockroach - found some fake movie label called Goncharov, produced by this Martin guy. Anyway, they went kind of insane.

PANCRIER: Ooh, I did an essay in high school about it.

SEASTAR: Why?

PANCRIER: You know, early internet stuff. Very interesting.

OWL: Eh, I'm more of a mid-late internet person, before the complete purge of the internet in- you know what? This isn't relevant.

[OWL is getting a little frustrated. Honestly, I don't know how she always sticks to a schedule. Also, OWL notably does not like Rachel Elizabeth Dare.]

SHADOW: We should give Rachel a codename.

GEMSTONE: Seconded.

SEASTAR: Thirded.

MECH: Fourthed.

PANCRIER: That's not a word.

MECH: Neither is pancrier, cry me a river.

SEASTAR: I, for one, propose the codename RED.

MIRROR: That's the stupidest code name I've ever heard.

SEASTAR: Have a better idea?

[MIRROR remains silent.]

GEMSTONE: What about Bianca's True Love? We can call her BTL for short.

SHADOW: First off, I object that nickname. Second off, BTL sounds way too close to BLT.

GEMSTONE: Which is your favourite sandwich.

SHADOW: And?

MIRROR: Actually, I have an idea. ORACLE, for her proposed prophecy powers. And because it sounds cool.

SEASTAR: Wouldn't that be an issue due to the Oracle not being allowed to date?

SHADOW: It will not, because no one's dating the Oracle.

MIRROR: Did that just come up in conversation? You're my best friend, Bianca, and I can't believe that you don't realize she's flirting with you.

SHADOW: She's not flirting with me. I asked, like a normal person.

GEMSTONE: Why did you ask?

OWL: Guys, we can't keep talking about SHADOW's admittedly disastrous love life. Personally, I like ORACLE.

MIRROR: Because it's a good codename.

SEASTAR: All who like ORACLE, say aye?

MIRROR, OWL, GEMSTONE, SHADOW, and PANCRIER: Aye.

SEASTAR: All who dislike ORACLE, say nay?

SEASTAR and MECH: Nay.

MIRROR: See, this is why you benefit from my genius. Ow!

[SEASTAR has kicked MIRROR's leg under the table. All laugh, except MIRROR.]

OWL, regaining her composure: Meeting adjourned. I am exhausted, and will have a cup of tea.

End transcript.

[tourneys-by-me]

Here is the Bracket!

Match ups were randomized this time so there might be a few coughing babies vs hydrogen bombs, sorry about that

If y’all have propaganda can you please tag it as #propaganda or send it to my inbox so I can see it

(vs template by TotallyNotIncina on DA)

[bracket under the cut]

Round 1 (A)

Sinbad - Magi: the labyrinth of magic vs Weiss Schnee - RWBY

Cure Magical/Riko Izayoi - Precure vs Lafcadio Boone - The Sexy Brutale

Beverly Toegold V - Not Another D&D Podcast vs Carol Malus Dienheim - Symphogear

Lucy Heartfilia - Fairy Tail vs Aaravos - The Dragon Prince

Cure Miracle/Mirai Asahina - Precure vs Traveler - Genshin Impact

God Serena - Fairy Tail vs Joker - Persona

Maruju - TearRing Saga vs Omnath - Magic: the Gathering

Isaac - Golden Sun vs Delsin Rowe - Infamous

Mega Man - Mega Man vs Lord Snicklefritz - Towertale

Kakashi Hatake - Naruto vs Hazel Levesque - Percy Jackson

Mage - Miitopia vs Gill - Street Fighter

Jason Grace - Percy Jackson vs Mario - Super Mario Bros.

Round 1 (B)

Honey Lemon - Big Hero 6 vs Daylon - Dislyte

Donald Duck - Kingdom Hearts vs Y'shtola Rhul - Final Fantasy

Zoya Nazyalensky - Grishaverse books vs Paula - Earthbound

Alina Starkov - Shadow and Bone vs Domingo - Shining Force

Nami - One Piece vs Alatreon - Monster Hunter

Kevin Kaslana - Honkai Impact 3rd vs Omnimon/Omegamon - Digimon

Erin Ruunaser - Aurora vs Percival King - Epithet Erased

Citan Uzuki - Xenogears vs Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi - Bleach

Wairuha - Bionicle vs Mirabelle Chevalier - In Stars And Time

Mr. 104 (John Dubrovny) - DC Comics vs Tlalocmon - Digimon

X - Mega Man vs Robin - Fire Emblem

Sora - Kingdom Hearts vs Sypha Belnades - Castlevania

Round 1 (C)

Carl, the Invoker - Dota 2 vs Eidolon - Worm (Wildbow's Parahumans)

Vince Reynolds - Super Powereds vs Ark - Terranigma

Camille Severin - Muted vs Skylor Chen - Ninjago

Doctor Coyle - ARMS vs Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Clark Kent/Superman - DC Comics vs Magolor - Kirby

Cetrion - Mortal Kombat vs Siffrin - In Stars and Time

Elemental Hero Neos - Yu-Gi-Oh! vs Greencap - Lone Fungus

Castform - Pokemon vs Trisana Chandler - Emelan

Squall Leonhart - Final Fantasy vs Akamai - Bionicle

Rae Taylor - I'm in Love with the Villainess vs Kirby - Kirby

Korra - Legend of Korra vs Cassian - Villain to Kill

Silvally - Pokemon vs Tiamat - Dungeons and Dragons

Round 1 (D)

The Collector - Aurora vs Twinrova - The Legend of Zelda

MOON - Space Funeral vs The Mage - Magicka

Katarina Claes - My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom vs The Dragonborn - The Elder Scrolls

Chu Wanning - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun vs Zagreus - Hades

Teclis - Warhammer Fantasy vs Qiyana - League of Legends

Sasuke Uchiha - Naruto vs The Defect - Slay the Spire

Blackbeard - One Piece vs Ben Tennyson - Ben 10

Manaria Sousse - I'm in love with the villainess vs Koromaru - Persona

Link (BOTW and TOTK) - The Legend of Zelda vs Callum - The Dragon Prince

Patchouli Knowledge - Touhou vs Soren - Fire Emblem

Spring Man - ARMS vs Shouto Todoroki - My Hero Academia

Capricorn (Tristan and Byron Vera) - Worm (Wildbow's Parahumans) vs Dan Heng - Honkai Star Rail

[katielovably]

Name: Lou "bones"Castion

Nickname: Lou's Nickname is due to their ability to find bones and their hobby of collecting bones

Born: May 10,1910

Age: 14 (114)

Eye color: hazel

Hair: dark brown almost black (depending on light)

Nationality: French-Romanian (plus Greek from Hades)

Clothing: Brown/ beige knitted cardigan (made by hand) or hand-me downs jackets over camp t-shirt or over a white cotton shirt, serge or gabardine trousers or a skirt made ether plad, brown or whatever fabric they can get a hold of, lace-up Oxford shoe sometimes a black wide brimmed black hat with a yellow ribbon wrapped around it with one of their mother's wheel of fortune tarot card in it (but only sometimes when its sunny and Lou wants to keep the summer sun off).

Mortal parent: Anne-marie Castion (May, 4 1885- April, 12 1920) a French Roma woman who was a gypsy who was a fortune teller/ mediums (how she got attention of Hades) who was a performer with the mandolin, singing or dancing a traditional Romanian dances. She used to travel around the France and the UK, the gypsy convoy she and Lou were part of was huge with the members becoming Lou's family. She died from scarlet fever when Lou was 10, Lou was taken in by one of the members they thought of as a aunt

Godly parent: Hades who tried helping in his own way while keeping the gods not noticing

Pet: skeleton cat named Skully. A gift from Hades, the cat appearing next to them while they mourned and comforted them after the funeral of Anne-Marie. The convoy found themselves in a circus when Lou was 11 which got Lou to America where with Hades's guidance, Skully lead Lou to the Lotus hotel (how Lou got to modern time).

Half- brother: Nico di Angelo, he's happy to have another siblings and shows Lou different things from how to play mythomagic to how to control their abilities along with find Lou when they randomly shadow travel or shadow travels in general as they get use to it. Nico is very protective of Lou seeing his sister or his younger-self in them (or both).

Half-sister: Hazel Levesque. Lou never actually met Hazel but Nico tells them about her along with when Hazel sends letters to Nico he and Lou would read the letter together but Nico says they'll go to Camp Jupiter someday to see her. Nico doesn't trust Lou outside camp.

Friends: River Lavallee ( Canadian child of Poseidon) who is the only one to stick up for themwho they get bullied or bossed around by Emery Cleveland (child of Zues) who could also be called Lou's friend but Emery is very controlling making Lou almost mute and "forces" them to hang out with Emery to make them better because they're the child of Zeus. Anyways River makes them laugh and doesn't judges Lou may it be with them comfortable to hang out listening to stories from both Lou and River (Lou has a crush on River,  Nico always warns them to be wary of falling for a child of Poseidon... he has experience with Percy) . Lastly Lux (child of Apollo) who is deaf but they do everything their siblings do. the two met in the infirmary, Will assist/ translate for Lux, Will is Nico's boy friend so they each other a lot which meant Lou would get a lesson on sign language while the  other two do boy friends stuff. (I will do a character list of them too)

Favorite camper: Apollo kids because they're funny and interesting but they're busy bees even Lux (also they're the yellow)

Least Favorite campers: Aries kids. They're loud and scary. also Clift Lewis, son of Aries bully Lou and Lux. Cliff tried with River but River gives them a fight which is why Cliff pesters River.

Favorite color: yellow. It's the color of their and their mother's favorite flower and it's bright and beautiful (compared to other colors from the 1910's)

Less Favorite color: Vermilion (not a nice color to them also reminds them as the Aries kids)

Favorite music: music from the 1900's and Lo-fi because it's calming, they enjoy listening to Lux play music

Least Favorite music: rock and rock (to loud)

Favorite drink: herbal tea or grape lemonade

Favorite food: potato gratin with freshly beaked bread and chocolate pudding for dessert (just like their mother made them)

Hobby: collecting rocks (a hobby they share with River who collect shells using an ability similar to Lou's bone),  and bones they find using their ability (don't worry, the bones are usually of dead animals along with some fossils which is cool) also other shiny things they find and interesting new thing they get a hold of they hav a shelf with Mason jars filled with rocks, jewelry and small bones., another hobby of theirs is knitting/crotchet and sewing which is how they make they're clothes which their mom taught them (that's the only way Lou got clothes besides hand-me downs from other kids from the convoy) before dying. Reading, Lou loves to Read especially with their friends. Lou and River also enjoys reading together, reading under trees or each other cabins. Lou enjoys reading in the Poseidon cabin, it smells like sea salt. There are windcrimes in the window... anyway , Fortune tellering (they talk to the dead as ability, they're not as interesting as makes them out to be and are actually quite annoying and whiny but they're company when Lou is alone and peaceful knitting) with their mom's cards which they're not a good at it as she was.

Character traits: Lou is very loyal, gentle, soft spoken if they talk at all. Respectful. Shy until they get use to the person. They have a hard time connecting to people their age due them technically being the age normal people die except for Nico who is also from the 1920's, making Lou older but Nico is three years older in physical age. Lou is ok with not going on quests they enjoy listening to stories about adventures not actually go on them. Lou enjoys the quiet life the camp offers but off course camp was all about training for just in case. They're afraid River might bring them on a quest with them one day... yes spend time with them but also Lou heard enough from Nico to not want to leave the camp add less it's to get snacks.

Abilities: similar to Nico and Hazel's besides the ability to sense bones.

I give permission to draw Lou (please be respectful also I want to see them) and they're friends. I will do River and Lux's character profile things I just wanted to do Lou. I might cosplay Lou

[marbleheavy]

“percy’s more powerful” “nico’s more powerful” 😐 it’s hazel. it’s always been hazel !!

[happyk44]

The Di Angelos have ruled the land for centuries. Currently Queen Maria is in charge, following the untimely demise of her parents just months before the birth of her firstborn. She’s kinder than them, but there’s still the ruthless gleam in her eyes. People know more of her sisters than of her. She was a mystery, quiet and kept to herself. But always unmarried, and always untouchable. The oldest of her sisters she should’ve been the first to be married off. But she never allowed any suitors.

Which is why it was such a surprise when she assumed the throne, pregnant and smiling, a ring upon her finger - a silver band with a diamond skull flanked by amethyst flowers.

There are rumors, spread by castle staff, by the people who live in the kingdom, even those on the outskirts, in the towns and villages, that she was entranced by a demon. Took his child for power. 

No one can quite understand then, why she would have a second child, a charming son, when the kingdom’s power lingers fast at her fingertips. But enemies drop like flies around her children. Guards whisper of strange whispers in the shadows. Voice speaking with no one there.

She adopts a girl one day. So strange of royalty to do. Even stranger still, when the girl seemingly appears from nowhere. No one can track down the origins of Hazel Levesque. She stands out against her family’s alabaster skin. But she calls the prince and princess her siblings so naturally and when Maria is questioned, she merely smiles and says, “She is their sister. Why would I not bring her into my home?”  

Captain Percy Jackson, fearsome on the seas aboard the Neptune’s Tempest, watches the youngest son as he ventures down to the beach every summer morning, when the sun has barely risen in the sky.

He’s heard the rumors.

He knows the whispers.

His mother sits waiting for him in the sea, drowned when their boat was attacked by pirates. Percy was kept aboard to work, to be sold, young, strong and lithe. Women are bad luck, they whispered before they threw her overboard, hands and feet tied,

They say those who die at sea, never truly leave.

And when he grabs the prince and drags him aboard his ship, he knows this boy will bring her back. Percy cannot travel to where she is. But Nico can.

The path to the Seas of the Dead will open easily for him.

[red-inthe-riordanverse]

The Most Powerful Demigod...

is not Percy Jackson (the finale)

Go check out part one and two. DO IT.... FINE. DON’T.

Let’s begin with review of part one and two. Percy has a very solid 9.2/10/ Luke, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, and Reyna got knocked out last round with very solid scores between 7-8/10. They were all contenders to the most powerful demigod, but unfortunately, didn’t quite meet the standards. Remaining we have Frank, Hazel, Nico, and Thalia. Enough chatter now.

Okay, don’t hate me, but I think that Frank and Thalia are pretty even. I don’t think we really see Thalia’s full skill ever apart from the Titan’s Curse. That was just a display of her power. That was insane. I also want to mention how she has a major fear of heights, so even if she could fly like Jason, there’s little to no chance that she would take the risk to find out. Imagine fighting a daughter of Zeus so you take to the sky (I don’t know why’d you do that but okay) and Thalia’s on the ground with her timbers shivered. For real though, Thalia is really kickbutt and has skill. Just thinking of the Titan’s Curse makes me want to scream. She literally threw Luke off a mountain because he was the bad guy. I’m sorry but Annabeth could never. Then again, Annabeth is probably far more on the traumatized and abused side. Anyways a great score of 8.9/10.

Now Frank. I think that if he could reach his full potential, or fight like he did in House of Hades and the Tyrants Tomb, that he could be incredibly powerful. Without his trusty stick holding him back, I can imagine a very brave and courageous Frank. He has the ability to not in shape-shift into animals, but fantasy creatures too. We see this as he always changes into a dragon. Not only  that, but he can use a bow and arrows and a spear. I think it’s pretty impressive when people can use more than one weapon. He can have far range with his bow and arrow, or he can transform into an animal for long distance. Then, he can go to a spear for short distance, and same with an animal. He can sneak up on villains with his power. He is also big and bulky and has a lot of weight to him so he has a lot of mass and power on his side. This can be a weakness too though. Blessing and curse. Frank is such a capable demigod, he just needs confidence and more training. 8.9/10.

Next, we have our lovely Nico di Angelo. He is arguably the most powerful demigod, despite saying Percy is. He was definitely trying to draw the attention away from him guys, come on. Anyway, when he was testing out his lone shadow traveling, he found out he could shadow travel to China. CHINA. I mean, yeah, he passed out for like a week, but he was only like eleven or twelve. Imagine if he could do this now that he’s like fourteen or fifteen. That’s impressive. Not only can he shadow travel alone, but he made like five or six HUGE jumps from Rome to New York. Yes, he had Reyna’s help, but seriously. He was transporting a 38 foot statue on his back. Then, he brought forth literal HELL and sucked a kid down. Something like that in Blood of Olympus. You can’t get more kickbutt than that. With no experience, he conjured a group of skeletons in the Titan’s Curse, then in Battle of The Labyrinth, he was already the Ghost King and spirits were attracted to him. COME ON. This isn’t even everything like he’s just a boss. He also survived Tartarus (willingly going in) ALONE. 9.4/10. I’m sorry but yes; .2 ahead of Percy.

AND FINALLY (I’M ABOUT TO GET A LOT OF HATE) We have Hazel Levesque!!! She is an absolute girl boss. Like how old is she? 13. Thirteen years old and she is one of the most powerful demigods of the generation. That is impressive. She had like no idea she was a demigod WHEN SHE BROUGHT DOWN A CAVE. Like I’m speechless. She was a horse girl like days before that. And then, she battled a giant with help and won. She also brought forth bars of gold, diamonds, and other metals with a power because of anxiety and trauma. That means it was’t on purpose. Imagine what she can do when she’s trying, maybe something like bringing a sword in the water back from over half a mile away. Okay, without practice too... I CANNOT SHE IS SO POWERFUL. She can do incredible things as she gets older and more powerful. She may have also helped Nico shadow travel in House of Hades. I mean come on, this is amazing. If she really did help, no one can stop her at all, let’s be real. She has so much potential it’s undeniable. Hazel gets.... 9.3/10!

So, the official order is...

Nico di Angelo, Hazel Levesque, Percy Jackson, Frank Zhang, and Thalia Grace for the top five. You all can have your own opinions, and I’d be honored to hear what you all have to say! Thanks for sticking around for this 3 part series! Thank you all for engaging! Have a nice rest of your day!

[anachronisticcrab]

Hades/Pluto Demigods Headcanons

In  honour of Nico’s birthday, I thought I would make a post about Hades and Pluto power hc’s

They tend towards extremes— with extremely loyal or they’ll betray everyone around them, they’re either the weakest or the strongest in the room, etc.

They always seem to have luck with finding money. Like, if you walk down the street with them, they will end up finding over 100 dollars on a good day. No matter what, they tend towards gathering money

All of them have one animal that they really love and have a strong connection to (for Hazel this is horses, for Nico it’s cats), and they can’t really stand other kinds of animals, other than Hades/Pluto’s sacred animals

They all have an affinity for linguistics— most languages come very easy to Hades/Pluto’s kids, but not all of them discover this or really care for linguistics

They hate wearing shoes just as much as Poseidon/Neptune kids— they can feel the earth, tectonic plates, gems, and bones underneath them and feel more connected to the world around them. The world feels more muffled without shoes on

Some of them are able to see ghosts and spirits in the mortal world (they’re seances)

They all like flowers and plants, even though a lot of them end up killing them subconsciously

They can push an aura of calm into grieving people or people when they’re panicking 

They are often born into royalty or families of high stature

Shockingly enough, nine out of ten Hades/Pluto kids are nomads. It’s not just a Nico thing. Since they all feel kind of ostracized in both the demigod and mortal circles, they’ll travel around and speak to gods of different pantheons and stuff

Hades makes the palace accessible to all of them if he can, so they can come if they have any issues or need help. Usually his kids only come in emergencies, but then there are the Nico’s who show up to remind him to pay his fucking child support

They aren’t actually supposed to shadow travel. Hades can hardly do it, and he has his Helm of Darkness to help absorb the shadows out of him. They are able to do it, but they shouldn’t unless it’s an emergency since it causes them to fall apart at the molecular level

They tend to know more than people think they do, for the main reason that they talk to people on the outskirts and to different pantheons and shit. They do their research, they just don’t share it unless they have to

They all have a pretty good relationship with Zagreus. Everyone loves the guy, he loves them and helps them out, he’s a great big brother and doesn’t get enough love

The other Underworld Deities help them out when they have to, but aren’t super friendly to them (the really minor ones, that is). Hypnos, Mnemosyne, Thanatos, and Hecate fucking love those kids. It’s mostly just Melinoe and Macaria that don’t love Hades/Pluto’s other kids. Melinoe is the only one that actively fucks with them, tho

For some reason they’ve all met Satan at some point. He’s actually a pretty cool guy to hang with. He hates Nazis and fascists. He’s the ultimate Punk Rocker

Some of them have been blessed individually by Deities other than Hades. Some get blessed by Hecate (like Hazel), others by Hypnos (like Nico), all of them by Thanatos (he fucking loves those death kids, they’re his favourite people)

All of their families have been favourites of (or blessed by) some of the gods. The Levesque’s were blessed by Hecate and Oya (the Yoruba goddess of storms and lightning— she was an unbeatable warrior). The di Angelo’s we’re blessed by Acadia (Italian goddess of witchcraft), Dionysus (why do you think he liked Nico so much?), and Nyx

They all have some kind of talent in art. Bianca was an amazing photographer, Hazel is an amazing painter, and Nico is an amazing musician

They’re all fans of fancy things. Most people do like fancy things, but Hades/Pluto kids are obsessed with their shit looking fancy. Not so much their clothes, but their homes are decorated with all this fancy looking stuff (some of it was gifts from their father, some bought with money they found, some of it is dollar store stuff they found that looked fancy as fuck so they got it). Don’t get me wrong, they’re all always prepared to leave in the middle of the night, and they would be fine with having nothing more than the clothes on their back. They would still be fine. But you bet your ass that they like having fancy and shiny stuff when they get the chance

Yeah, so those are my Hades/Pluto Demigod Headcanons! I hope you liked this, and if you did, please check out my other demigod Headcanons!

[dreamfyrebreath]

There is no way Hylla doesn't just adopt Hazel the same way Reyna did Nico, and all four of them are really close to one another.

Like Nico can totally just shadow travel into Amazon headquarters (Hylla always tells him the locations) and just straight up waltz into whatever room Hylla's in and just plop down into her lap and fall asleep right there. And woe betides anyone who dares wake him up.

Similarly, Hazel can always snatch jellybeans from the bowl on Reyna's desk. The first time she did that, everyone was sure Reyna would stab her or something, but Reyna just got up, got a marker and some paper, and wrote 'exclusive property of Hazel Levesque and Reyna Ramirez' before putting it next to the bowl.

[gatesofember]

The Ballad of Ladon Creek

Chapter 1

Wild West au | Pairing: Solangelo | Rating: T | Read it on AO3 | Next Chapter

Summary: Doctor Will Solace had lived in the secluded Oregon town of Ladon Creek for a year when a mysterious stranger arrived and turned his world upside down.

For @solangeloweek​’s auctober 

In the years after the Civil War, a young woman by the name of Hazel Levesque discovered a massive supply of gold in the hills near Ladon Creek.  With the help of a few close friends, she established her own mine—something that she should not have been able to do, because Miss Levesque was not only female, but black, as well.  At the time, blacks had been prohibited from entering the state of Oregon at all; they certainly weren’t granted the right to own property.  It had taken some clever manipulation and sneaking around to have the land registered in her name.

The mine brought so many settlers in its first year of operation that one of Miss Levesque’s friends—Miss Annabeth Chase—designed a town named Ladon Creek after the nearby river.  It was the largest town for miles but not far from Grande Ronde and it sat largely undisturbed by the county marshal and outside lawmen.  That, and the fact that it had been founded by a black woman and her friends, was why Ladon Creek had attracted all manner of social outcasts and “undesirables” in the years since the mine’s opening—one of whom being Dr. William Solace.

Dr. Solace had kept to himself since arriving in Ladon Creek the year before.  While his mother, Mrs. Naomi Solace, was a pleasant and sociable woman, Will never sought out companionship.  Even when invited, he listened more than he spoke and hardly ever stayed long.

Still, Will remained well-liked in Ladon Creek.  Something about him made people feel safe and comfortable.  He was of average height and his posture was unthreatening.  His face was handsome and smooth, his voice sounded pleasantly melodic, and his demeanor was gentle and calming.  His hands felt soft like he’d never worked a day in his life, yet he labored over his patients so arduously that you might have thought they were his own kin.  Every touch was careful and every word was warm.

On one bright summer afternoon, a stranger rode into Ladon Creek slouched on the back of a bay-coated horse.  He was clothed almost entirely in black and his face was hidden in shadow under the brim of his dark hat.  When he stopped a couple on the street and asked where he could find the doctor, they pointed him in the direction of Will’s clinic.

Will looked up when he heard the rustling outside his office and saw the black-clad stranger tying up his horse outside the windows.  He noted a limp to the man’s gait and clicked his tongue.  Wounded travelers came into his office too often for Will’s liking—out west, people were far too careless and the terrain was far too dangerous.

Will folded his hands on the desk in front of him as the man opened the door and walked inside.  “You’re the doctor?” asked the stranger.

“Yes,” said Will.  “How may I help you?”

The man took off his hat, revealing a head of unkempt black hair and a pair of bottomless dark eyes that reminded Will of staring into a well.  There was a sheen of sweat on his brow and dark circles under his eyes, and Will almost feared the man might pass out right in the doorway of his clinic.  But despite his obvious exhaustion, he was handsome in a rough kind of way—the dangerous sort of handsome that was best admired from afar.

“I’m looking to buy some bandages,” the man said.

Will glanced down at the leg the man had been favoring.  “You have a name, stranger?” he asked.

“Di Angelo—Nico di Angelo,” the man replied.

“Well, then, Mr. di Angelo,” Will said, rising from his desk.  “If you let me examine that leg, the bandages are free.”

To Will’s surprise, the man hesitated before nodding and taking off his duster, revealing the brown-stained bandage wrapped around his left thigh.

“Sit down,” Will said, gesturing to the exam table hidden from the view of the windows by a privacy curtain.  He took Nico’s coat and hat and hung them by the door before joining him.  Nico had already started unwrapping his bandages.  The wound was messy, caked with dried blood and slowly oozing a cloudy yellow fluid.  Will could tell it was at least a day or two old and that an infection was setting in.

“You must have gotten in quite a fight,” Will said, standing to fetch supplies to clean the wound.  “Run into some trouble?”

Nico didn’t answer.  Will hadn’t expected him to.

“I already got the bullet out and cleaned it,” Nico said.

“Good,” Will replied.  “You probably held the infection off long enough to make it here, but you’re lucky I asked to see it—otherwise, you might’ve lost your leg.”

Will poured alcohol on a cleaning cloth and Nico tensed when it touched his wound, but held still and didn’t make a sound until Will had finished and applied a healing ointment.  “You’ll need to stay in town a few days so I can keep an eye on your progress and care for your wound properly,” Will said.  “Mrs. Jackson owns an inn a little ways down the road where you can rent a room.  She’ll make sure you eat well and her son will take good care of your horse.”  

Nico was quiet and for a moment, Will worried that he’d argue.  But then he sighed and said, “I suppose there’s no helping it.  Where can I find her?”

Will tried not to feel insulted by Nico’s obvious disappointment.  “Only a few buildings down the road—I’ll take you there,” he said as he finished changing Nico’s bandages.  “Wait here a moment.”

Will went into the back room of the clinic and retrieved a wooden crutch from his supplies, then returned and offered it to Nico.  “You’ll need to use this to walk for a while,” he said.  “Try to keep your weight off that leg as much as you can.”

Nico looked at Will with tired incredulity, like he couldn’t believe Will was forcing him to do all this, but he got to his feet and tested the crutch without complaining.  Will handed Nico his hat and coat and brought him outside to where his mare was waiting.  Will offered to lead her while Nico got used to his crutch, and Nico shrugged like he didn’t care one way or the other.

The Jacksons’ inn was a two-story building just a short walk away with blue painted siding and windows of natural pine.  If he walked by at the wrong time, Will would smell a wonderful meal being prepared, which always left him hungry and jealous.  He had been invited to join them for supper a handful of times, and each time he swore it was the best meal he’d ever had.

Mrs. Sally Jackson sat on a rocking chair on the front porch as Will and Nico approached, humming softly and holding her sleeping six-month-old baby against her chest.  She looked tired, with a few brown and gray hairs out of place, but relaxed and happy.

“Afternoon, Mrs. Jackson,” called Will.

“Dr. Solace!” Mrs. Jackson said.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I have a patient in need of a room,” Will answered, nodding to Nico.  “This is Mr. di Angelo.  He’ll be staying here until his leg heals.”

“Poor thing,” Mrs. Jackson tutted as she rose from her chair, careful to not wake the baby.  “Take a seat while I bring your horse to the stable out back, Mr. di Angelo.  Doctor, I’m sorry to trouble you, but would you mind holding Estelle?  Paul’s at the schoolhouse, Percy’s on the ranch, and poor Estelle has barely napped all day.”

“No trouble at all, Mrs. Jackson,” Will answered.  Estelle stirred when Will took her, but she quickly fell asleep again in his arms.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Sally said before leading the horse around to the back of the building.  

When Will glanced back at Nico, half expecting to find him passed out in the rocking chair, he was surprised to instead see Nico watching him with a curious, unnerving expression that made Will’s hair stand on end.  He felt like he was being picked apart, dissected and examined like a dead animal.  Will cleared his throat, but Nico kept staring—perhaps not even realizing what he was doing or not understanding that Will was trying to get him to stop.

“Your horse is lovely,” Will said, attempting to distract him instead.  “What’s her name?” 

Nico finally blinked and he looked thoughtful for a moment, like he’d never considered giving her a name.  Then he said, “Cavala.”

“Cavala,” Will repeated, rubbing soft circles into Estelle’s back.  “A beautiful name for a beautiful horse.”

Nico smiled, but it seemed more like he was enjoying a private joke than appreciating Will’s compliment.  Still, the smile made Will’s heart rate pick up for a second and he almost worried the hammering would wake the baby sleeping against his chest.  He glanced away and was glad to see Mrs. Jackson returning.

“Thank you for holding her,” she said when Will passed Estelle back.

“You’re very welcome,” Will said.  “Don’t let her nap too much longer or she won’t want to sleep tonight.”

“I know, Doctor—this isn’t my first baby, it’s just been a while since my last,” said Mrs. Jackson.  “I’ll set you up in a room on the ground floor so that you don’t have to bother with the stairs, Mr. di Angelo.  My husband and my son should be home soon and Percy will look after your horse while Paul helps me with supper.  Are you hungry?”

Nico looked at her blankly for a second before nodding, like it took a moment for his tired brain to comprehend what she was asking.  “Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“I ought to head back to the clinic,” Will said, before the idea of a Jackson supper made him start to drool.  “Come by tomorrow morning so I can check on your leg, Mr. di Angelo.”

Nico turned back to Will, once again fixing him with that unnerving stare, and slowly nodded.

When Will walked back to his clinic, he could still feel the stare on his back.

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The sketchbook.

Hazel has gotten used to throwing away little scrap bits of paper bearing any marks of her boredom during senate meetings, but she’s beginning to regret it now, as she’s bundling old meeting notes into a recycling bag. They never contained anything vital to the meetings, just stickmen blowing rude speech bubbles, games of hangman and tic-tac-toe, Jason’s chicken scratch scrawl asking did she want to get donuts after the meeting? She can’t remember if she’d said yes, or if she’d smiled, or if she’d told him she had drills to run.

She hopes she’d said yes. She hopes she’d scribbled yes, I would love to get donuts with you, so he had known for sure that there was nothing else she’d rather have done that day. If she’d known what was coming, she’d have asked him, after every meeting, and stretched out what should have been a longer friendship. What should have been more time with her first friend in Camp Jupiter. What should have been more time with someone she saw as a—

As a—

She’s getting distracted, and her eyes are starting to prickle. With a shuddering sigh, Hazel goes back to gutting Jason’s old desk. Purging it of all traces of it’s former occupant, though she’s fighting the urge to have it towed towards his funeral pyre. Whoever sat at it next wouldn’t be quite so deserving, not of the title, not of the office, not of the desk so covered with the imprint of his late night work and coffee spills, she begins to wonder if they couldn’t conjure Jason’s soul from out of the grainy wood itself.

But, she reminds herself, it’s just a desk. No more a part of Jason than the office, the chair, the pages and pages of work scattered around. As she plucks the sheets from the drawers, her fingers brush the soft leather spine of an old sketchbook. She gasps quietly, fingers jarring with uncertainty — as if she’d found a diary, some private relic that Jason would have forbidden her to touch if he’d been there.

He is not there, and Hazel pulls the book from it’s hidden corner of the desk drawer, glancing around to make sure she is completely alone. 

Inside is a comfortingly familiar mess of writing, and drawings. Almost every page is stained with coffee or ink — after the Giant War, Jason’s hands had developed a slight tremor, and she sees it in the unsteady lines in the details. The pages are dated, signed, almost pedantically. Habits of a boy whose life had been pulled out from under him, once, twice, thrice. An ache in her chest tells her that he was making sure he forgot nothing, that he had something to fall back on to remember himself, if no one else did. Then, as she turns the pages, loose pieces begin to fall out. The first one she picks up again knocks the wind out of her a little.

She’s looking at her own face, sketched clumsily in blue ink. He’s not the most articulate artist — the eyes are uneven, the light seems to be coming from all directions, and not a shadow or crease in the clothes visible — but the light strokes of the pen, the careful curve of her nose and every stray hair, speaks volumes. Signed, dated, and labelled with her name, he has captured a moment she can’t remember at all. More loose sheets contain faces of friends, Frank, Reyna, Gwen, Bobby, Dakota — it goes on, and on. The sketches get better the closer they get to his last visit. She makes more appearances, as do their new friends. She gets misty eyed over drawings of Leo and Piper, passages written about Festus and how to repair him, just the way Leo taught them in case he couldn’t do it himself. 

The margins are full of birthdays, important dates, minute sketches of New Rome and Camp Halfblood, flashes of scenes from quests. He has not travelled far, and the places he has been allowed were chained to danger. But to anyone who had not known Jason, it read like a How To Remember Your Friends guide. Like a memoir. He’d even kept all the little notes that they had traded in senate meetings, wedged in between loose sheets and sometimes glued to the pages. He’d kept the ridiculous drawings as if they were precious photos. It’s getting harder and harder to keep a straight face. 

The last piece she picks off the floor is an old drawing of Thalia. She’d recognise the face anywhere, even with Jason’s haphazard drawing; blue eyes overlined so vividly, the blue ink had seeped through to the other side of the page, the hair an inky splash, and freckles dotted across a rakish grin. It was not signed, or dated, but it had one sentence scratched across so messily, he must have written it in a fit of something.

She’s real, his writing reads. She’s real, her name is Thalia Grace. She’s not imaginary. I’m not the only one. My sister is real. 

Something wet splatters on the page, and the ink bleeds blue down Thalia’s face. Hazel forgets to clean the rest of the desk, forgets she is surrounded by scraps of paper, and dust, and cobwebs. She sits on Jason’s chair, rests her head on her arms, and bawls.

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Waiting for Nico to appear sends her back to her first days at Camp Jupiter. Hazel doesn’t know if she’ll see him, if he’ll warn her of an absence or a visit. Today of all days, she does not blame him for hiding a little. They grieve the same loss in different ways, but she needs her brother here, too. She needs the reassurance, and the understanding, and the presence to prove to her she’s not on her own.

Just like in old times, when her stomach is in knots about Nico not showing up, it’s a Grace who approaches her with a kind hand on her shoulder. But when Hazel turns to face Thalia, her heart leaps to her throat.

Thalia looks like she’s been quietly rusting the past few days. Pale, shoulders slack, her hair dripping down her face. She is not wearing her circlet, her eyes look bloodshot and grey. If someone told her that grief could rob a soul of it’s immortality, Hazel would have believed it from just one look at Thalia.

But there she stood, with a strained smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, looking through Hazel.

‘You wanted to see me?’

Suddenly, Hazel feels like this is the worst idea she’s ever had. Jason’s sketchbook sits heavy in her bag, weighing her thoughts down until there is no room for words to form. All she can think to say is how are you, but it is the silliest question in the world right now. 

‘I did,’ she sits as she speaks, gently prompting Thalia to do the same. 

Thalia remains standing for an awkward minute, wondering perhaps if Hazel has worse news for her. She seems to decide it isn’t possible, and sits, avoiding eye contact all the while.

‘Will you be leaving soon?’  ‘Don’t know. We have some business to attend to while we’re here,’ Thalia’s voice is brittle, too. 

Hazel has seen every sign of crying except the tears, and she can’t help but wince internally at how similar that was to Jason. The closest she’d ever come to seeing Jason weep was the night he had told her about Mount Othrys, and even then, he had held his composure for her sake. He did not like to make others feel obligated to comfort him, and she understood. If Thalia was anything like that...

‘You can’t take a few days off?’  Thalia makes a noise that might have passed as a laugh. ‘Hunters don’t get sick days, Levesque.’

It’s eerie. He’d almost said the same. Praetors don’t take sick days. 

They fall into silence. Hazel wishes Nico would appear soon, so that someone who knew Thalia better could deliver the book. So someone who knew Thalia better could handle the fallout. So someone who knew Thalia better could talk about her brother, and not make Hazel feel stupid for ever thinking of Jason as her own family, when Thalia had more right to cry and scream and break down than she did.

But that didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel fair. And the anger hits Hazel as soon as she’s thought it. If rifling through that sketchbook had shown her anything, it was that Jason had been as desperate for family all his life, as she had been desperate to not feel alone when she reached camp, too. Nico and Thalia could come and go as they pleased, but Jason and Hazel — they had been the ones left behind, they had been the ones to pick each other up again. They had been the ones to reach their hands out, with every fear of rebuke and rejection, to any other lonely soul who might be in need. 

Just as she starts to think, I should keep the book myself, Thalia sighs. 

‘If I don’t do my job, someone else suffers,’ she says, after a long pause. ‘What would I do with my days off, anyway?’

To this, Hazel has no answer. 

‘Are you taking any days off?’ Thalia continues, finally turning to look at her. ‘No. I... I can’t,’ ‘Why not? He’s like a brother to you, too.’

Again, her eyes prickle. A lump in her throat makes it hard to speak for a few more seconds, and in lieu of an answer, Hazel reaches a shaking hand towards Thalia’s. Thalia squeezes her fingers back weakly, and sniffs.

Slowly, Hazel reaches into her bag, and draws the sketchbook out. It feels heavier than anything she’s ever held before, but she holds it tightly, for fear that a second of slack grip would send all the pages flying into the air, never to be seen again. Gingerly holding it in her lap, she pulls the hand holding Thalia’s to rest on the cover. 

‘What is that?’ ‘It’s Jason’s,’ immediately, as Hazel says it, Thalia stiffens. ‘We used to draw together, now and again, when he had time. He, um. He kept a lot of the things I drew for him, and — and drew some of his own,’

Thalia is looking at the book as if it’s going to bite her, but before she can pull her fingers loose, Hazel closes her hand over them, too soft to constrain, but quick enough that Thalia might understand it as a plea to hold on.

With a shaking voice, Hazel finishes. ‘I want you t — I think you should have it.’

‘What am I going to do with it?’ The rasp in her voice tells Hazel she might cry, or yell. Maybe both. Both might be good for her, for Hazel, too.  ‘Look at it. On your days off,’ Hazel offers. ‘Look at it now.’ ‘I can’t. I didn’t even know he liked to draw,’ ‘That doesn’t matter,’ 

She peels the cover open, blinking furiously to ward away any tears, and lets Thalia try. When she doesn’t move, when Hazel can hear her breathing become difficult and tight, she turns the pages for her, shows her the friends and adventures scribbled there, the notes, the reminders. Her hands shake as she shows Thalia all the drawings of her, her eyes begin to blur. 

‘He loved you so much. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t know this about him, he’d have wanted you to have it,’ her voice cracks, at long last. ‘He barely knew me at the start and he loved me, he wouldn’t have cared if — if you didn’t —’

Thalia’s hands on her face, wiping away her tears, are what alert her to the fact she’s crying. Through her hazy vision, she can make out Thalia’s stony expression, fighting valiantly to not break. How like Jason; these are the habits of someone unaccustomed to having the space and permission to feel. She was no older than Hazel, something she remembers with another swoop of pain — Thalia had died at thirteen, too. She understood the gravity of a second chance, and now the pain of having that blessing tainted by loss, by grief, by danger.

Before she knows it, Thalia has pulled her into a hug, one arm tight around her shoulders, the other hand at the back of her head. She lets Thalia hold onto her, until it feels like she is being leaned on in turn, until she hears the quiet shudder of a sob that gets louder and more heartbroken.

The book, still in Hazel’s clutches and pressed to her front, is forgotten and unimportant for the moment. But when this is over, she knows Thalia will take it. When this is over, Nico will come home to Hazel. Tyson will go home to Percy. The cohorts and cabins in both camps will close in on their loved ones, and Thalia will vanish into the wilderness with nothing but this book, and it will be all she has of him. Paper, ink, a leather back that will slowly but surely break apart over the years as it’s yanked open to bring Jason back to life, for a moment or two. 

Hazel holds Thalia until her sobs subside to a tremor, and thinks, maybe, she doesn’t have to be alone. Maybe after this, when this is all over, Thalia will visit, they’ll get donuts, and pore over the book together. Maybe she’ll teach Thalia to draw, and they’ll draw together. That would have to wait — for now, she will make do with the comfort she is being offered and has the chance to give back. She’ll hold onto Thalia, and Thalia will hold onto her, and as he should have been there in person, Jason was there between them, with his family.

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

More of my bad writing

Title: Legends Are Told

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Characters: the seven, Nico, Reyna, various Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter campers

Tags: songfic, light angst (I guess?), hopeful-ish ending

Words: 1,032

Summary:

Heracles, Achilles, Theseus, Perseus, Jason, they all got their stories told.

They told their stories to their kids, and their kids told their kids, each time with less and less detail, until there is no story to tell.

The seven are forgotten as if they didn't save them all.

Some legends are told

Heracles, Achilles, Daphne, Perseus, Jason, they all got their stories told.

They weren't so lucky.

Some turn to dust or to gold

Percy's first monster, a Fury, and King Midas, who Jason, Piper, and Leo faced on their quest to free Hera.

They told those stories to their kids, and their kids told their kids, each time with less and less detail, until there is no story to tell. All that remains of their sacrifices is dust and ungrateful children who don't realize that the reason they have a cabin or an eagle to turn and look at is because of the bravery of Percy Jackson, of Hazel Levesque, of Annabeth Chase and Frank Zhang, and countless others.

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

Chiron will occasionally tell campers of their deeds. He will tell them how Percy Jackson reclaimed Zeus's lightning bolt and of how Thalia Grace stood on Half-Blood Hill, where the pine tree she was turned into after defending two other demigods from a pack of hellhounds still stands.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Percy actually does get into history books, as the kid who went missing, blew up the St. Louis Arch, reappeared in Los Angeles after a devastating earthquake, and claimed to have fought to get away from his kidnapper.

They still don't know what really happened.

Remember me for centuries

He's soon replaced by more interesting topics, like the first woman on Mars.

Mummified my teenage dreams

No, it's nothing wrong with me

The kids are all wrong

The story's all off

They twist the details, not giving credit to the real heroes.

It was Clarisse who slayed the drakon, not Percy or Annabeth or anybody else in the Battle of Manhattan. They don't remember her, though.

The glory is given to those who don't want it, instead of the ones who actually did it.

Heavy metal broke my heart

She dies a few years afterward. A fight with a dracaena. A sword right through the heart.

It was a death she would have wanted. An honorable one, one where she fought to defend her and her family, Chris and her daughter Silena.

Hardly anyone who didn't know her even knows that she did all that. Come on, come on and let me in

The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints

And this is supposed to match

The darkness that you felt

No one remembers Nico and Reyna's journey through the shadows to bring the statue that now stands guard over camp and New Athens. No one remembers how he nearly faded away, lost to memories and darkness.

The strength it took, the courage, to fight them off and prevent a war is lost to time.

I never meant for you to fix yourself

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name

'Cause I was only born inside my dreams

No one remembers Octavian, flawed as he was. No one remembers that although he seemed crazy, he was trying to do the best for his people, pushing for a new leader and to attack before they did. Reyna wasn't replacing Jason after months of him being missing, then they elect a kid they knew for all of two days. Then his friends bomb the city.

No one, of course, realizes this. For all that he's remembered, he remembered as a power hungry villain.

Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you

'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia

And you're a cherry blossom

You're about to bloom

You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Who could forget Piper McLean, the daughter of Aphrodite strong enough to charm a primordial goddess to sleep, to make a automaton come to life.

Why should we remember? They say. She was just another weak, stuck up child of Aphrodite. Clearly someone else did it. Someone stronger, someone who could save their friends instead of someone who faints at the sight of blood.

As she cries over Jason's body, killed by a monster on his yacht, she vows never to let that happen again. She would rather die than watch someone else she loves die before her eyes.

No one bothers to remember the sacrifice she made for her younger siblings.

No one bothers to remember any of their stories.

We've been here forever

The gods, the gods could lift a finger to help them be remembered.

They don't.

They're gone so quickly, after all...

And here's the frozen proof

Khione comes after Leo one last time, freezing him before he can even notice the goddess behind him.

I could scream forever

Hazel dies screaming as her own tunnel collapses on her and Frank.

We are the poisoned youth

All demigods are. Because of who their parents are, they will live in fear for their whole life.

Annabeth and Nico both die to actual poison. Annabeth from a two headed snake bite, Nico from giving into the whispers of shadow travel.

Some legends are told

Atalanta and Theseus', yes, but not the ones about Annabeth Chase, architect of Olympus, Frank Zhang, praetor of the Twelfth Legion, or Zoe Nightshade.

Some turn to dust or to gold

Percy is the only one who dies a peaceful death, going in his sleep.

But you will remember me

Their children try to hold on, and Thalia tells everyone stories about them whenever she, Reyna and the rest of the Hunters are at camp.

Remember me for centuries

The hippocampi still hang in the Poseidon cabin.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

But they don't.

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

One day, a camper finds ten handwritten books, in Ancient Greek and Latin, in the Big House attic. The Lightning Thief, the first one reads.

She opens the book. A picture of nine laughing teenagers falls out. She picks it up and sets it aside before turning to the first page.

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood...

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Nico di Angelo and the Quest to Save the Stupid Idiots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gh3me3

by TheTimeTraveler24

Nico’s eyes flew open. He coughed and sputtered.

“Nico, what happened?” Percy’s voice asked. “Can you talk?”

Nico nodded weakly. “Never tried to summon so many before. I—I’ll be fine.”

Someone poured nectar in his mouth and he swallowed it gratefully. He blinked as the people around him came into focus. Percy and Annabeth stared down at him worriedly.

“Am… am I dead?” he asked.

  Or... Nico gets stuck in a groundhogs day loop until he can figure out a way to stop the loop.

Words: 2717, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of Quarantine Works

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan, The Kane Chronicles - Rick Riordan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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

Categories: Gen

Characters: Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Grover Underwood, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Daedalus (Percy Jackson), Bianca di Angelo, Anubis (Kane Chronicles), Thalia Grace, Sadie Kane, Carter Kane, Bast (Kane Chronicles), Hades (Percy Jackson), Persephone (Percy Jackson), Bob | Iapetus (Percy Jackson), Ethan Nakamura, Will Solace, Phoebe (Percy Jackson), The Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson), Camp Half-Blood Campers, Camp Jupiter Campers, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Kronos (Percy Jackson), Hyperion (Percy Jackson), Gaea (Percy Jackson), Gaia (Percy Jackson), Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Octavian (Percy Jackson), Dionysus (Percy Jackson), Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Paul Blofis, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Zia Rashid, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Katie Gardner, Pollux (Percy Jackson), Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, Clarisse La Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Luke Castellan, May Castellan, Hermes (Percy Jackson)

Relationships: Anubis (Kane Chronicles) & Nico di Angelo, Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson, one-sided Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson - Relationship, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Anubis/Sadie Kane/Walt Stone, Nico di Angelo & Hestia, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang, Calypso/Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo & Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Nico di Angelo & Gleeson Hedge & Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Lou Ellen Blackstone & Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Cecil Markowitz & Will Solace, Lou Ellen Blackstone & Cecil Markowitz, Lou Ellen Blackstone & Will Solace, Carter Kane/Zia Rashid

Additional Tags: Groundhog Day, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Nico-centric, One-Sided Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson, BAMF Nico di Angelo, Dead Bianca di Angelo, Alive Bianca di Angelo, Sassy Nico, Nico di Angelo Needs a Hug, Nico is All Knowing, Nico Has All the Answers, Book 4: The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson), Book 1: The Red Pyramid (Kane Chronicles), Book 2: The Throne of Fire (Kane Chronicles), Book 5: The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson), Book 3: The Serpent's Shadow (Kane Chronicles), Book 1: The Lost Hero (Heroes of Olympus), Book 2: The Son of Neptune (Heroes of Olympus), Book 3: The Mark of Athena (Heroes of Olympus), Book 4: The House of Hades (Heroes of Olympus), Book 5: The Blood of Olympus (Heroes of Olympus)

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[phaticserpent]

Playing with Fire

(Demigod! Reader X Ultron)

Summary: you are a child of Hephaestus, one day you create a device that can track metal that surfaced onto the earth. Instead of finding mounds of metal, you find something more complex. You find Ultron. You, being curious and excited, jump in to help him. The two of you soon find yourselves in love.

CHAPTER ONE

The night had arrived, but that didn’t stop you or your cabin members from welding and tinkering. The other campers didn’t complain, some had gotten use to the sound of metal. Of course the newcomers wouldn’t get much sleep and you all agreed to meddle with metal less when a new camper was admitted to the camp. You had been working on a project, something most of your cabin mates would complain about: finding metal. It was tough. Most of the metals were deep in the earth, far down from your reach. Hazel Levesque would offer to use her powers when she visited Camp Half Blood, but she would warn you that the metals were cursed. So all your cabin members decided to decline the offer politely, there were better ways to obtain metal. Such as your metal tracker, that would be able to find metal on the earth’s surface. This was your twentieth attempt in creating a metal tracker. You had prayed to your father, Hephaestus for some luck. Finally placing the last piece, you prayed to him and Lady Athena that you had gotten the math right, and pressed the power button. The screen brightened, which caused you to smile and you jumped up in victory.

“I did it! I made a metal tracker! Guys!” You shrieked as your siblings turned in disbelief. One of your older brother, Devin took the tracker from you and studied it.

“My gods you actually did it!” He exclaimed. “Good job [Y/N]!” Your other siblings took turns in congratulating you on your accomplishment.

“Thank you!” You had said to each of them. You stared at the screen, there was a red dot and a green dot. The red dot was you and the green dot was the metal, it had to be at least a few miles from here.

“It must be outside the camp borders.” Devin studied. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I just need to pack, grab a few weapons.....Uh, if I don’t make it back, don’t come looking for me.”

“You really think we’re going to leave you?”

“No, but I’ll hide the metal tracker for you guys to find.”

“[Y/N]—“

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.” You smiled. You grabbed a backpack, stuffing food and water. Your preferred weapon was a bow, but just in case, you took your throwing knives that you made when you first came to camp. You also stored a small bag to collect the metals. All your siblings huddled at the border, bidding you farewell. You smiled and disappeared into the forest with the tracker in one hand, and a knife in the other. You ultimately regretted traveling at night, as the dark forest didn’t ease your nerves at each sound. There were loud footsteps and the howling of hounds, hellhounds. You pushed the tracker into your sweater, taking an attack stance.

“Please help me!” A voice cried out as a small figure bounded towards you.

“Just keeping going straight and you’ll reach Camp Half Blood in a matter of minutes. Here’s a knife to defend yourself, I have more.” You smiled as the demigod thanked you and continued running. You shuffled through your backpack, but no knives. “Shit shit shit, I fucking left them on the table.” You realized. The howling got louder and you decided, fuck it. You ran directly at the hounds, and safely passed them. They all snarled as they shifted directions and focused on you.

“Shit shit shit shit!” You cursed, making your way out of the forest. “Dad! If you’re there, please help me! You don’t want your kid to die right? Right?” You could see the clearing of trees and prayed to Ares for better speed. From the shadows, two more hellhounds appeared. “Are you fucking kidding me!” You growled.

“Great, didn’t even make it through the forest.” You sighed. One of the hounds leaped at you, and you held out your hands even though it would’ve been pointless. No contact came, you peeked your eyes open to see the hound had turned to ashes. “What the....?” The other three growled and pounced, one took a bite of your leg as the other two attacked at the sides. Your hands erupted with flames and the hounds scrambled back in fear, even you had begun to scream. MY HANDS, ARE ON FIRE. IT’S PRETTY, BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?? The hounds retreated into the shadows, their growls fading away.

“Dad.....I need answers!” You shouted. “Did you.....did you give me firepower? Or did I have them all along?” You stared at your hands. Just get out of the forest! Your brain yelled and you dashed out of the trees and onto a road, which was barren. You stood there, utterly confused as to why you were outside of camp grounds, until you remembered the tracker. “Oh right! Metal. I really need to get my priorities in order.” You pulled out the device, staring at the screen. You had moved, but so did the metal.

“That’s precursor.....lets just hope the metal doesn’t belong to someone. That would be awkward.” You sighed and continued to follow the dot. You eventually reached the destination, which was an old factory. “Mm yes, not suspicious at all......I hope you aren’t leading me to my death.” You spoke to the tracker. Of course it did nothing. So you summoned all your courage and walked inside the factory. It was cold and obviously, dark. You stared at the screen as the dot got closer, and closer, and closer to you. You were about to look up, when you crashed into something.

“My gods, who put this wall here!” You exclaimed and glanced up. It wasn’t a wall. It was a robot. “Oh! I’m very sorry Mr. Robot.....I thought you were a wall. Well, that was my assumption because I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologized. It stared at you and you stared back.

“Are you alive? Or am I talking to a dead robot?” You questioned. You studied the figure in front of you, a tall structure, with complex body parts that were more human than robotic......oh so an Android.

“Who are you. My sentries scanned this factory and there wasn’t anyone.....where did you come from?”

“Uh, nowhere....wow, you’re beautiful.” You examined. Okay [Y/N], pull yourself together. “So shiny. Can I touch you?” Gods, what the heck? Now I sound stupid and perverted. UghhHHHHHH!

“W-what?”

“What’s your name?”

“Ultron.”

“I’m [Y/N] [L/N]! Who built you?”

“Myself.”

“Wow! That’s amazing, for a second I thought my dad built you, but you’re too beautiful and advanced. No offense dad.”

“Who’s your dad?”

“Hephaestus, the god of machinery and blacksmith.”

“You’re a demigod?”

“Yup! You won’t tell anyone right?” You asked. “We’re kind of a secret to humanity.”

“Do you know Thor?”

“Who’s Thor?” You asked. Thor? Why does that name sound familiar? “Oh wait! Thor from the Norse stories! Yeah I know of him, I don’t know him personally.”

“I’ve met him.”

“Oh that’s nice!” You continued staring at Ultron. “The way you built yourself is amazing! I built this metal tracker, but it’s not much. Our family needed metal to build.” Ultron gently took the device from you, studying it.

“Quite amazing craftsmanship.” He commented. Your heart fluttered at the remark. “I think it’s really helpful in your case.”

“Thank you!” You grinned. “So, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the same reason as you, metal.”

“Oh cool! Then there’s metal here, strange, my tracker doesn’t pick up the other metals.....just you.” You shrugged. “What do you need metal for?”

“I need to build my army.”

“Could I help you build your army?”

“Wait, you’re a human. You don’t find it weird that I’m creating an army.”

“Is it my business? No. Do I care? Not really.” You shrugged. “But let me guess, you’re a villain that wants to take over the world. And some heroes want to stop you.”

“That’s a guess?”

“Oh please, I pieced it together the minute you mentioned Thor. Yeah, it took me a while to process who he was and why his name was so familiar. And demigods may not have a good source of information, but we talk. There’s hundreds of us out there, who are connected to the world more than others.” You mentioned. “So, take over the world or destroy it? Which villain are you?”

“I’m going to save it.”

“Good luck with that, this world is messed up.”

“So you admit it.”

“Yes, humans are nasty.”

“Perhaps not all. They’re interesting.” Ultron claimed, his eyes staring at you intently. “What makes you say humans are nasty?”

“Eh, I don’t hang around people much. Other than my siblings and other demigods, sometimes we go out in the city, but that’s when the world is in danger. Humans can’t fix anything by themselves, they make a mess and expect other people to clean up......I’m just use to a robotic companion more than a human companion.” You said. “Oh, and robots or machines are pretty straightforward......usually the simplistic ones. Humans lie. Humans betray. And humans manipulate others to get what they want. I’m....I’m just tired of people hurting others, but when they get hurt it’s like the end of the world. Playing the victim card.”

“You’re tired of humanity’s desolation, I understand. Which is why humans need change and I intend to bring it.”

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(Nico Di Angelo x Reader) Guys please don’t come for me this was written when I was 14 and I haven’t bothered editing it yet so there’s that.

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"Chiron please I haven't been outside the border in years" I pleaded

"Ms.(l/n) I would advise you to not ask again for it is being quite the annoyance to me and if you don't stop I will be forced to give you kitchen duty" Chiron bargained. At this point I will never see the outside world again and die. Yes die, I will die of boredom. I’ve been inside the camps borders for 2 years without a quest and my friend Nico has because of his stupid shadow travel (well we aren't necessarily friends more like acquaintances but you know same difference).

"Fine" With that I left off to cabin 3 to complain and mourn over the fact that once again for another year I will be trapped here to my amazing brother who basically gets to leave almost all the time because he's sent on a quest literally every single year but listens to my sobbing story every time the one and only Percy Jackson.There I see a very busy Annabeth chase (his girlfriend) and a bored out of his mind Percy.Taking him out of his misery I begin my sad and depressing story.

"Brother!" I yell flopping onto my bunk

"Yes?" He replies "Chiron denied my request again" "You know (y/n) it really isn't that bad staying inside camp borders and not dying" ‘I haven’t been out since I got here’ I thought but okay.

 "He's kinda right you know" Annabeth added "I used to feel just as trapped as you and then Percy came along-"

"Ah no I ship it and all but I don't want to hear how you guys got together and lived happily ever after I'm having problems with my love life as well" I interrupt. Too many thoughts in my head so before they continue lecturing me I leave my cabin and I would normally go to Leo but he has a project and won't pay attention to a thing I'm saying so why bother. Instead I go to another person who would listen Hazel Levesque who happens to be the guy I likes’ sister. Luckily she was in Camp with Frank today that made it was easier than IM'ing her."Hey Hazel" I say

"Hello (y/n)" Hazel replies "Can I talk to you about a problem i’m having right now?" I ask "Um okay sure" she responds pursing my lips. And then I tell her about how I've been stuck in this camp for years and its been forever since I've had a quest since I'm pretty much the forgotten sister of the Poseidon cabin."Well I'm sure Chiron has his reasons for not letting you go" She said trying to convince me."Yeah I guess well it's time for lunch I'll see you later Hazel" Later that day Percy told me chiron was asking to see me at the big house, I was hoping it was because he considered my request and when I got there my hopes kind of faltered.Standing there was Nico Di  Angelo with the same monotone expression with Hazel."Hey (y/n) you made it" Hazel exclaimed and hugged me "I mean I was kinda hoping that Chiron might've considered my request but apparently not" "Oh actually you see I talked to him and at first he said no but Nico volunteered to take you wherever you want as long as your back before the harpys come out said by chiron" "oh my gods really!" I yelled jumping up and down hugging her I was so excited that I jumped/hugged Nico "oh my gods I am so sorry I-" he cut me off "it's fine" he said gently pulling me of him"we got to go if you want to go to all the places outside camp and make it in time to not die" he said As he took my hand I saw a small  blush on his cheeks and a spark when he held it sinking into the darkness.

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"Holy Hera there are so many books here I think I found my new love"  I exclaimed"out of all the places you had to choose you chose a book store" he deadpanned"Its not just a bookstore its Barnes and nobles, my Elysium"basically the whole time here at barnes and nobles nico was trudging around following me around the place until I decided to get a book called the divergent when we were at the counter to pay my dumbass self forgot to bring my American/ real world money."don't worry I'll pay" Nico offered"no don't you don't have to" I said grabbing his wrist so he wouldn't pull out his wallet."S'okay I want to" and he gave me a look which is the just-do-what-I-say look After he payed he grabbed my hand and we left heading outside to the streets,"You didn't have to pay for the book you know I could've lived without the book, well I couldn't but I actually co-""Listen I payed for the book because I wanted to end of discussion besides maybe I'd like to read it sometime so it would benefit for the both of us""Yeah but you already had to shadow travel here when you didn't have to you could've been doing something else""Trust me when I tell you I had nothing important to attend to" I glanced at him and he stared right back "you know what fine if you want to know why I didn't mind paying for the book or taking you out of camp is because I don't know what I'd do if you would've gotten hurt out of camp or much worse like get killed by a monster I wouldn't be able to live with myself if another person I-""you know what fuck it" he pulled me to him until our lips touched and moved in sync, but just as soon as it started it had to end."I wouldn't be able to live with myself if another person I love died and besides I like seeing your beautiful smile"