#jercy if you squint

[puriteenism]

Jason and Percy.

Everyone expects Percy to be the feral one, and to some extent he is. Jason is polite and rule following and Percy definitely isn’t.

But one of them is down with murder and chewing your enemies to death and it isn’t Percy

[irish-agender-moss]

Percy knows his culture and feels connected to it even more than to his divinity, but he is not accepted as a Latin American.

Jason doesn't know anything about his culture except the language and almost doesn't feel connected to it, he is the son of Jupiter, he is the Roman, he feels connected to his divinity and despises it.

Hell, he didn't even know he was of German descent before reuniting with his sister, and he's not sure he'll ever be considered German.

Percy feeling more connected to his Latin culture than his Immortal descendance vs Jason who wishes he was more in touch with his German descendance than his Roman blood.

@ishouldsleepbut @florenceisstrange @aki-bara @ashthenerdtheythem

[brams-stupid-thoughts]

A pjo one shot I wrote because I love them💔

Tags/things to know: Implied Jercy, implied Percabeth, angst, percy centered, may be ooc?

Description: (May kind of spoil it a bit) Percy has another nightmare, a similar one he’s been having every night after learning of Jason’s death.

This is the first PJO fanfic I’ve written (AND FINISHED) so be nice💔

When Percy first blearily blinked open his eyes, he was met with a dark room. The only source of light he could see was the bright television—playing. . .something on the screen he couldn’t make out. He lazily lifted his head, rubbing his eyes.

Something—someone next to him shifted as he did so, speaking in a hushed voice.

“You’re finally awake.” He said with a smile, “I was afraid you were going to miss the best part.”

Percy whipped his head toward the sound. A shiver crawled down his back. He opened his mouth to respond, though no words came out.

“Come on.” Jason coaxed. Jason snuck his arm around Percy’s shoulders, pulling his head back down to his shoulder, and Percy let him. He felt like he was frozen in place.

A million thoughts ran through his head at once—yet he couldn’t focus on a single one. Percy had tried to focus his eyes on the show playing in front of them, though the dialogue was just quiet enough to be indistinguishable to his ears. He couldn’t make out what was actually going on the screen—everything just looked like blobs of color—but somehow, he got this vague feeling that it was a sitcom.

He decided to try to focus on Jason instead. His gaze was aimed straight ahead of him, clearly immersed in the show. Occasionally, he would let out a small laugh, glancing down towards Percy, as if checking to see if he thought it was funny as well, the scar on his lip twitching up with his smile. Percy couldn’t stand it.

“I don’t want to watch this anymore.” Percy murmured, wiping tears away from his face. When had he begun crying? He sat up, about to stand from the couch, before Jason’s voice stopped him

“Percy? What’s wrong?” He called, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. Percy gripped his hand into a fist.

“it’s—its you.” Percy spoke, trying to keep the shaking out of his voice,

“Me? But I—“

“Why are you doing this to me?” At those words, Jason stopped speaking, clamping his mouth shut.

“Leave me alone.” Percy demanded, placing his head in his hands. He was shaking badly, more than he’s remembered doing ever, and his heart beat like a drum in his ribs.

“Percy. .” Jason frowned, shifting closer to him, but Percy quickly turned his body away.

“Shut up!” Percy snapped, lifting his head from his hands to glare at the boy across from him, “You’re. . .you’re not the real Jason.”

Jason tilted his head at him, like he didn’t know what he was talking about. Like this hadn’t happened time and time again since Percy learned of his death.

Every night.

“You’re not real. You’re not real.” Percy repeated, over and over again, as if trying to convince him of the fact, “You’re not—“

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Percy jumped awake, hugging his arms to his torso. He wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to grab his bearings.

“Percy?” Annabeth’s sleepy voice called from next to him, her hand brushing against his shoulder, though Percy flinched away.

Something in the back of Percy’s head was almost afraid that Annabeth would get mad at him for doing so—but she didn’t. She simply stared at him, her eyes forced to squint due to the darkness surrounding them.

“Do you. .want to talk about it?” She whispered after a long moment of silence. Percy hastily shook his head, forgetting for a moment he had his voice.

“No. No. I just want some fresh air.” He murmured, pushing himself off the bed.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Okay I saw the prompt list right...

17 angst jercy? Hurt my feelings please

don’t call me: version 1

umm hi Sky my writing demon loved this prompt very much, like very very much. I kind of wrote two different versions because I didn't know which direction to go in so I said fuck it and just did both?

I think I'm going to post one to this ask and then the other separately just for some order. thank you for sending it in and I hope it's angsty enough? you know me and angst aren't friends

prompt: “Don’t call me, I don’t want any contact with you.”// jercy// 383 words

CW: blood

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Percy can feel the tears running down Jason's cheeks like they're his own. He almost touches his face to check. But then he remembers the blood coating his hands, making his fingers slide as they try to grasp Riptide.

"What did you do?" There's a sob breaking the blonde's chest. If he squints he can see the ribcage split open.

He swallows the bile threatening to scorch his throat. The lie tastes sandpaper rough against his tongue. "I killed her."

"Why?" The right lens on Jason's glasses is cracked through the middle. It makes his blue eyes look split apart, like a yawning ocean.

"She almost killed me so I killed her first."

"But she was all I had left." The voice is so small he wants to crawl into his own ear to hear better.

"You have me."

"No," And the viper is back with venom. If anyone stood before them now they wouldn't be able to tell who the good Roman child was. Jason? They would say. I used to know him. Good soldier. Always had his head on straight.

Fists curl golden hands. Hard set jaw strong enough to clamp down on a bicep and rip clean off. Mind feral enough to consider it. Wildness stares at him and it looks just like hate.

"No I don't have you." The words are spitting. They taste deadly in the air. "You killed my sister. Don’t call me, don't look at me, don't try to find me. I don’t want any contact with you.”

The ground swallows Percy whole. He is once again in a labyrinth.

Thalia Grace pulls herself off from the wall she's leaning against, picking dirt from her nails with the top of an arrow.

"I’m sorry." Her voice is as strong and distant as ever. "It had to be done."

"Find a way." Percy cannot hold on much longer. He is keeping everything wrapped tightly enough to choke him. "I can't lose him." Viper has a meal.

"I really am sorry Percy." She sounds small and far away. He knows she's already back with her Goddess. He is speaking to her echo.

"Just find a way." He sinks to the floor, head cradled against blood-slicked palms. "I want my heart back."

The sky cracks. The earth doesn't respond.

[silkhy-john]

Nico always knows where the hunters are. He brings Jason to see Thalia since him (Nico) and Artemis are chill and he pretty much has an honorary membership at this point:

Thalia: omg Jason it's nice to see you again, what do you like to eat that isn't staples

Jason: Percy

Nico: that's a staple... A staple in his diet.

Thalia: jason no

[Later]

Thalia: just this once, please–

Artemis: no, Thalia, I will not persuade your brother to join the hunters, that is final

Percy thrice a day guys, Jason's gotta get his vitamin D somehow (Percy is is his sunshine, also, INNUENDO)

Wow, I'm really becoming a Jercy (Jasercico if you squint) blog, right?

[imaginejercy]

jercy, soulmate au: you only see the color that your soulmate's eyes are until you meet them and see ALL colors

(*squints* Is this three sentences?)

Before Percy met his soulmate, all he sees were blue.

Before Jason met his soulmate, all he sees were green.

It’s only after they met and locked eyes with eachother that they realized how beautiful the two colors are.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Let. Him. Go.

Nobody is surprised that i have another dark jercy fic. This struck me out of nowhere, so i had to rush into my phone’s notes app to get it down. I hope you enjoy young ones :)

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Percy's wrists were bleeding. The rope burning into his skin; it felt like fire. He smirked at his captor.

"Is this the best you got?"

His words slurred, a product of a swollen jaw and a broken nose.

"You really have a death wish son of Poseidon?" The stranger spat.

"The universe has been trying to kill me since the day I was born. You do not scare me." He scoffed, wincing at the motion.

"You are tied up, bleeding out, and there is no-one coming to rescue you," Silver eyes glittered with arrogance, "And you are not even a little scared?"

Percy rolled his eyes, "Do you think you're special? Because so far you haven't given me any reason to be scared."

"Conceited child!" The stranger roared, slapping him. The crack echoed around the room.

"Are you done?" He deigned to laugh.

"Give me the key Percy Jackson,"

"I mean I don't really know why you think my answer would have changed since the last time you asked me. I. Don't. Have. It."

"You were the last one with it, you insolent fool. Don't you dare lie to me."

"What are you gonna do?" He smirked, "Kill me?"

The stranger cocked their gun, put the cool metal to Percy's forehead.

"Yes."

"Okay," He shrugged.

They clicked back the safety, pressing the weapon further into his skin, "Are you sure you don't know where the key is?"

"You know, I recall something about it." His lips twitched, holding back a smile.

The stranger pushed into his space, their noses brushing, "Where. Is. It?"

"Mhm no i was talking about my mom's apartment key. She lost it the other day and I think I remember where she put it."

The last thing Percy saw was a flash of silver before something slammed into the back of his skull.

***

He blinked, squinting at the harsh light over him.

"Ah you're awake,"

"You still haven't killed me?" He frowned, "Wow they really don't make villains like they used to."

"You think you're so funny half-blood," The stranger smiled, "But let's see who will be laughing now."

Before he had time to ask what was happening the door slammed open and a body was being thrown into the room.

He squinted trying to make out the figure in the darkness.

The person groaned, and then cursed as the silver-eyed stranger grabbed their hair and yanked them into the light.

Percy's body went still. The world narrowed, blurred, morphed.

His voice was made from malice and violence, "What the fuck is he doing here?"

"You do not want to tell me where the key is, so I thought i’d provide a little motivation."

"Let him go."

"No I don't think I will half-blood." And the stranger yanked harder at that beautiful blonde hair.

"Fucker," Percy spat, "Leave him out of this."

"Jason," He rasped, pulling at the ropes around his wrists. He needed to get to him, needed to touch him, hold him, make sure he was—

"Are you going to tell me where the key is Son of Poseidon?"

"Don't do it Percy," Jason Grace finally broke.

"Nobody asked for you opinion," The stranger wrapped a hand around the blonde's throat.

Percy let loose a broken scream.

"If I had known this would work I would have brought him in much sooner," The stranger grinned.

"Stop this Corrin, let him go. He doesn't have the key." Jason gasped, clawing at the hand still strangling him.

"No, don't you dare Grace," Percy's blood went cold.

"I'm sorry," Blue eyes blurred with tears, "I'm so sorry Pers,"

"I swear to the gods," His voice caught with fear, "Let him go!"

"Did Jason ever tell you how we met?" That smile was made of broken lies, and destruction.

"Let him go please," Percy's voice cracked, eyes still locked with that lightning gaze.

"We dated for a year," Corrin smirked, "I helped Krios rise, and I asked Jason to follow me. We could have had the world." He turned to face the blonde again, stroking a hand down his cheek, "We could have been unstoppable, my hero."

"I didn't want the world," Jason hissed, "I was happy with you and the legion."

"Liar, you were made for so much more. You know it and I know it." Silver eyes sparkled and it would have been beautiful if it did not mean death. "It's a pity really that I have to kill you."

A flash of bronze pressed against Jason's neck, blood already dripping slowly down that beautiful golden skin.

Percy smiled, slow and wicked. The earth shattered.

There was a bloodcurling scream, a flash of gold and then Percy Jackson was standing in front of a stranger with eyes of silver, impaled to the wall with pieces of concrete.

"I would have let you kill me, I would have let you torture me till I was begging for death. I would have signed on to be your slave if that's what you asked. But you decided to bring someone I love into this. And there are no lines, Corrin," He grinned, the name rolling off his tongue, "There are no lines I wouldn't cross to keep the people I love safe."

The stranger gurgled, blood leaking from his arms, his legs, his throat.

Percy stepped to him, put full lips to his ear, "The key," He whispered, "Is underneath the mountain I blew up when I was fifteen."

"Why are you telling me?" Corrin managed to gasp.

His smile was beautiful in its savagery, "Because you will not live to find it."

And with a single flick of his wrist Percy sliced those pieces of concrete through his pale throat.

Those silver eyes widened, hate flashing in them. Corrin did not move again.

"Percy," Jason groaned from the corner where he had been flung in the chaos.

"Are you okay?" He tried to hold in a sob as he pulled the blonde to him.

"I'm fine, are you okay? Oh gods you look horrible."

He laughed, "I've seen better days. I thought he was going to kill you," Long, dark eyelashes fluttered as he surveyed the boy before him.

"I thought he was going to kill you," Jason mumbled, pulling them together.

"He would have, i—" Percy breathed, "I would have let him. But you oh gods, he made you bleed and I saw red."

"I would have slaughtered him, burned the world if he killed you." Jason's voice scorched with fury.

"We are together now, my love." He whispered.

"Let's go home."

They each grabbed the chain that dangled elegantly around their necks, and watched as the metal molded, the glow giving away to reveal a key.

Percy Jackson and Jason Grace intertwined their fingers, stepped past the artwork of death mounted to the wall by jagged concrete pins, and walked into Olympus.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Knock Me Down

Jercy Fic: Part I

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

So this is my Jercy College AU! It only has two parts.......... But I can totally write more if you guys are enjoying it?

PLEASE LET ME KNOW! My ask box, comments, and posts are always open to your beautiful (and if it be so, unbeautiful) thoughts.

Anyway enjoy the "fluff" Jercy after all the dark stuff I've been throwing at you guys!

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“Watch out!”

Percy whipped around watching in horror as a ball came flying towards his face.

A flash of blonde hair slammed straight into him and they both tumbled, hitting the ground hard enough to make their teeth ring.

Before Percy had time to register the pain or figure out who had knocked him out the way the blonde was already climbing off him and shouting to whoever threw the ball.

“What did you have to do that for Stoll?”

“I swear…“

Their conversation faded as they walked away. Percy lay face down on the ground, groaning as the impact of his knockdown hit him.

That guy was built like a damn truck, he thought.

Suddenly there was a shadow over his face, and he squinted up at the person standing above him.

“You need some help up bro?” The blonde smirked, offering a golden hand.

He debated declining but his bones felt like jelly and he honestly didn’t know if he could stand on his own.

With a disgruntled sigh he clasped calloused fingers and allowed himself to be hauled up.

And when Percy Jackson finally got a look at his saviour, he knew he was in such deep godly shit, because the boy before him was sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

Blonde hair ruffled from whatever game him and his friends were playing. He wanted to run his hands through it. A jawline sharp enough to cut stone. He wanted to lick his way up it. And oh gods, crackling blue eyes. He wanted to stare into those pools of lightning forever.

“Sorry about nearly flattening you. I figured a little bruising to your elbows would be better than a concussion.” The boy laughed, and Percy saw stars.

“I’m Jason Grace by the way.”

“Oh uh, I’m-“ Percy started, trying to snap out of his crushing attraction.

“I know who you are pretty boi,” Jason smirked, “I’m not sure there’s anyone on campus who doesn’t know the son of Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis.”

He blushed, clearing his throat, “Well thank you for um, knocking me out the way.”

Jason nodded, a smile tugging at his lips, “Be sure to get that scrape checked out.”

Percy looked to where he was pointing and stared in horror at the blood staining his jeans.

“We should hang out sometime pretty boi.”

Before he could reply, Jason Grace was gone.

Percy grimaced at his bloody knee once more and retrieved his skateboard from the bush it had escaped under during the whole ordeal.

The skate home was nothing short of a lesson in agonized patience. He was sure his teeth were dust after grinding them in an attempt to stave off the pain.

If only there was some magical cure, that preferably tasted like his mom’s choc-chip cookies, to fix injuries instantly. Alas a shower and a band-aid would have to do.

Percy hopped and winced and cursed through his shower but when he was finally clean and warm in a fresh pair of sweats he managed to sit down and observe his injuries.

His knee was scraped and bruised and there was a lovely blue spot forming on his elbow but other than that he was fairly unscathed. He had had worse skating injuries, much to his mother’s dismay.

“Percy!”

Speaking of his mom, “Coming,” he yelled.

“Hey honey, how was your day?” Sally Jackson smiled, looking up from the dough she was kneading.

He moved around the counter to kiss her cheek and snuck a brownie from the plate, before going to sit opposite her.

“I’m good thanks. How’d the talk go today?”

Sally was an author who hosted and participated in book-related events. Percy never really got into it but was so proud of his mother, he often asked to hear her stories.

“Oh it was great!” Her sea-blue eyes lit up, “Paul really outdid himself with this event, and everyone in the English department are such honeys.”

He smiled at her, “I’m glad to hear it mom. What odd theme did he pull off this time?”

Paul always hosted an event at the varsity for his wife when she came out with a new book.

Sally laughed, “He went for the ‘under the sea,’ since my heroine is a siren and my hero is a pirate.”

“Actually, it’s because I wanted to bring your ocean eyes to life,” A voice from the archway piped up.

Percy rolled his eyes at the cheesiness but didn’t fight back a smile as his mom melted into her husband.

“So son,” Paul started, eyebrows raised.

He gulped, half choking on his brownie, “Yes?”

His stepdad’s lips twitched, “I heard you took a bit of a tumble today?”

His mind immediately dragged him back to the godly sight of Jason Grace.

“Uh yes, a guy pushed me out of the way before I got KO-ed by a ball.”

Sally giggled, “And who is this mysterious stranger that saved my son and is making him blush redder than my garden tomatoes?”

Her inquiries made him blush harder, “Jason Grace.”

“He sounds cute!”

“Mom,” He groaned

She just laughed and turned to talk to Paul.

Percy made his escape, deciding to skip supper in favour of a bag of Cheetos and some video games.

When he finally went to bed at 2 am the only thing looping through his mind was the sparkling eyes of a certain blonde boy.

He was so screwed.

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Ahhhh!!

When should I post part II???

Also did anyone peep the "To Kill A Kingdom" reference?!?!