#like when percy said that i was dumbfounded

[zipadeea]

Would love to know what was going through Poseidon's head when the third word he ever hears his son speak is literally father in ancient greek

[jules-loves-lukecastellan]

| luke castellan x fem! daughter of poseidon! reader

౨ৎ warnings ౨ৎ: none i think

౨ৎ summary ౨ৎ: luke and [reader] go on a secret date, only to be caught by annabeth, percy, and grover

౨ৎ PART 2 OUT NOW ౨ৎ

“I thought this place was secret..”

“where’re you going anyways at 10:00 am on a random tuesday??”

percy asked, giving a very confused look, mostly because, you’re never up at 10:00 am or ever putting this much effort into making sure your shirt looks good enough.

“percy, i’m not going anywhere. i just decided to.. put a little more effort in today i guess.”

you said with glowing cheeks, thinking of luke. percy doesn’t seem to convinced and was about to say something else, but you quickly beat him to it, to avoid other integrations.

“are you sure my shirt looks good?” “should i opt for the baggier jeans or keep these flared ones on?”

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it was a sunny day for camp half blood. perfect for a picnic or maybe even a secret date..

as you exited your cabin, ready to spend some much needed time with your favorite boy ever, you were stopped by annabeth. don’t get me wrong, you love annabeth. but right now, you wanted some alone time with luke.

“hey y/n! i wanted to ask if you could help me work on some new sparring skills? i was going to ask luke but i can’t seem to find him anywhere.” annabeth asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

you hesitated in saying it, but you couldn’t ever turn down helping someone. “sure annie. why not” you said with a bit of a forced smile.

as she showed you the moves she’s been working on, you correct her on her form and where she would be exposed to the enemy. this goes on for about 20 minutes until grover walks by and starts talking to annabeth about something.

you use this opportunity to quietly slip away to finally see luke. all you wanted to do was kiss him and hug him and do everything affectionate with him because you felt like you haven’t seen him in forever (you haven’t seen him for like a day).

as you brush through the sharp pine needles and itchy bushes, you finally catch a glimpse of the boy you fell in love with when you were 14.

you see him laying down on a blanket, with his elbows propping him up. you sneak up behind him and put your hands over his eyes.

“guess who!” you say lightly laughing as he guesses stupid answers like “Chiron” or “Percy”.

as you remove your hands from his eyes he gets up and immediately kiss you all over your cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally your lips.

“hey, i’ve missed you so much.” luke says with love laced in his eyes.

“not as much as i’ve missed you.” “i have to tell you all about the morning i’ve had just to get here!” you exclaimed with a smile as you both sit down, hand in hand.

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some time has passed. about an hour or so. your head is on luke’s shoulder as he’s telling you all about how his week has been and how much he’s missed you (even though you two saw each other literally the day before).

in the middle of talking, you decided to just kiss him because well, you love him and this is one of the only times you got to spend time with him alone. as you’re both ahem.. making out, you hear footsteps, but you don’t think much of it.

until you hear a percy yelling “WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH MY HALF-SISTER?!?!!” as grover catches up with percy, panting. and annabeth removes her hat, “percy! you ruined our cover you seaweed brain.”

“well sorry that i’m freaked out that luke is making out with my sister!! we’re lucky we didn’t get here later..”

as both you and luke just sit there dumbfounded, you finally decide to speak up. “ok why are you all here??” percy replies back very sassily “oh missy that’s the least of your problems.”

you roll your eyes as one of the more mature ones respond (annabeth) “well after grover finished talking to me, i saw that you weren’t with me anymore and also judging how luke wasn’t where he usually is either, i got a little fishy. so i grabbed percy and grover and went off.”

percy is just glaring at luke. like staring daggers into him. luke is just sheepishly smiling as he lays his head on your shoulder kissing it. as you both hear percy lecturing you on how it’s not ok to sneak around and such, annabeth and grover just sit there laughing as you and luke just keep playfully rolling your eyes and being dramatic with your responses like “oh i’m so sorry percy! i won’t ever do this again!”

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as you walk back to your cabin, percy in the middle of you and luke, you’re thinking all about how much you’ve fallen for luke and how excited you are to build your future with him (oop).

and as all three of you walk toward the poseidon cabin, you mouth to luke “stay outside for a minute”. you and percy walk inside and you make up some excuse to go back out there.

you go back outside where luke still is and you hug him around his waist. “that date was fun.. until.. yknow” you said laughing.

he rests his chin on the top of your head, and laughs. “yea. i always love spending time with my sunshine.” he says as he kisses the top of your head and pulls away.

you smile and look at his left eye, his lips, then to his right eye (triangle method lol). you lean in and kiss his soft lips as his arms find their way to your waist and yours to his neck. as you both pull away, foreheads touching, luke whispers with a smile,

“my cabin. 10:30 pm. make sure percy’s asleep.” you lightly laugh and pull away going into your cabin. as luke is about to walk to his counselor duties, he sees percy in the window giving him the death glare. he flinches and he awkwardly smiles and walks backwards until percy walks away from the window.

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౨ৎ a/n ౨ৎ-(PT2??) first imagine done! i really hope u liked this one. pls request some!! i love writing for our fav evil boyfriend lol. and give me feedback! i’m new to this whole “imagines” thing haha <3 (btw idk how to put my requests thing on so just pm me with them🫶🏻🫶🏻)

-jules🎀

[alexwritingspot]

okk um instead could you do a percy x fem!reader with prompt 1?? And could you do it so its kinda like they are already in an established relationship and throughout the week he realises that slowly his gf has been a bit more distant and nearly getting hurt in training from being so out of it, and them whilst theyre just hanging out in his cabin he asks her whats wrong n yadyada 😍😍

Sorry if that didnt really make sense but thankyouuuu❤❤

Are you alright?

Your boyfriend gets worried about you after seeing you stress out so much

Prompt 1: “hey, c’mere sit down, tell me what’s going on”

Pairing: Percy Jackson x fem!reader

words count: 1.4k

warnings: slightly mention of injury

A/n: Thank you for requesting! I would like to apologise with all the people who are waiting a fic, but lately I’ve been REALLY busy with school, and writing became impossible. 😓🧡 In these days I’ll try harder to publish as many requests as possible, thank you so much for understanding! 🧡

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You were on the right front of the river. Dressed up for catch the flag you were ready to give your best. To your misfortune though, your boyfriend, Percy Jackson, had ended up in the other team. Of course, being part of the g/p’s cabin also meant ending up in the red team all the times. But you sticked with that because you couldn’t do much else.

The game started, you had a defensive role in your squad, and you were okay with it. Armour on and senses awake you examined your surroundings in search of any possible ‘enemy’ in the near area. You could hear the sound of words sparring in the distance, and that only alerted you more, they were becoming clearer by the seconds. You took out your weapon, ready to fight. The river was behind you, so it was unlikely someone would try an attack from there. Other than that you were surrounded by trees and vegetation.

A noise coming from a near bush caught your attention, you were ready to defend yourself, and eventually your flag.

But then… a sharp pain had hit your dominant arm, and you let out a groan of pain, finding yourself with a much younger camper of the blue team.

You didn’t loose another moment, you tried to move quickly, to dodge his attacks and try to get him to drop his sword, but it was useless. In the end you had found yourself, butt in the water, and the other camper having surpassed the spot where just a few moments before you both were sparring.

You didn’t even pick up your sword again, you stood there in the water, dumbfounded. How did a younger camper managed to beat you so easily?! You couldn’t believe it. Slowly you pulled yourself out of the water when you heard the horn that indicated the end of the game, your team had lost.

You made your way back to where all the other campers were supposed to reunite at the end of the game. The blue team was cheering and laughing, all of the half-bloods obviously happy of having won the game. Between them stood Percy, still happy, but less thrilled than the others, it wasn’t his first victory, so he didn’t party like the others.

It was then that he noticed you as you walked away to your cabin, quick to avoid his gaze, and when he tried to approach you, you had skillfully managed to avoid him. Saying that he was confused would have been an understatement. Why did you avoid him? And why your back was wet with water? Was that a cut the one he saw on your arm?

The next morning you presented to breakfast in a way more tired demeanour, dark bags under your eyes and sloppy movements. You didn’t even sit at the Poseidon table, which was the standard. Your arm was covered by a short bandage that cover your cut to avoid possible infections.

And then Percy sat by at your table, ignoring the glares your brothers and sisters were giving him “hey” He tried to start a conversation with you “mornin’ ” you simply said, answering back in a dry way, something didn’t feel right.

“Do you want to sit to my table?” He asked again, a slight frown on his face, green eyes holding a spark of worry. You replied dryly again “If you want” and then the two of you got up and sat at the Poseidon table. Percy attempted to make small conversations, but none of it were working, so he decided to try a different approach

“You good?” He asked, and while he was searching for the truth in your eyes you looked for at your food “yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He sighed “look at me” you were focused on your food “y/n please. Look at me?” You didn’t move your head fully, you just glanced up “I told you, I’m fine” you then stood up and walked away, leaving your plate on the table, your food almost untouched.

the rest of the week went by in a similar way, you acting off of it, and Percy worrying over you more, every day that passed. He found you in the training area, exercising with a mannequin “You need a sparring partner?” He tried, expecting once again a negative response.

Instead you hesitantly looked up and nodded your head “I… yeah, actually yes, it would be helpful” and with that you two started sparring. Percy took a mental note of how much your stance was uncoordinated, which was strange, cause you usually fought very well.

Your feet moved fast, you had only a thought in your mind

I need to win.

you usually weren’t like this, you didn’t care too much if you won or not when you sparred with your boyfriend, but this time it was different. You had to prove yourself that you knew how to fight, how to spare and how to handle a weapon.

It was that taught that distracted you and almost got Riptide stabbed in your stomach. Luckily you had been fast enough to move, and even if you fell to the ground you had avoided the hit of the celestial bronze blade.

Percy let go of his sword immediately and rushes to your side “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” But you didn’t even hear him, your mind was elsewhere.

you had lost. Again.

And even if you knew that Percy was great with his sword you couldn’t help but- “Y/n!” Percy had you sat to the ground when you came back to reality. He was holding your face and it was crystal clear the distress on his face. “Yeah, yeah sorry, I’m fine, you didn’t hit me”

He insisted to take you to his cabin to actually check he didn’t hurt you, and even if you were hesitant if you should follow him or not, in the end you both ended up in his cabin.

“Are you sure, but like 100% sure that you’re fine? Because these days you are way more absent and you’re spending all your time sparring.” Before you could reply he continued “And honestly, your movements were so uncoordinated before that…” you didn’t hear the rest.

your movements were uncoordinated

that was enough to stop your whole body to move, even breath. Percy noticed. Of course he did. He also tried to get you back to the real world by putting a caring hand over your shoulder. “Hey, c’mere, sit down, tell me what’s going on” and you did. You sat down by your boyfriend’s side and told him about the younger boy that had beat you so easily.

“I can’t even fight! He was like 10 Percy! If I cannot keep up with a 10-years-old then how will I be able to fight monsters? How will I be able to handle quests?” Now there were tears streaming down your cheeks. So that was what you were worried about. Percy pulled you into his arms “shh, please don’t cry, you’re good with fighting, I can assure you” but you didn’t believe him, you just sinked deeper in his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Please darling don’t cry, I have proof you’re a good fighter yeah?” He rubbed your back, trying to sooth you, he had no intention to go away until these insecurities of yours would have been solved. “Remember about a month ago, when you made me drop Riptide only 2 minutes into the sparring session?” He began, you weakly nodded your head, hugging him close

“And do you remember about two weeks ago when the mechanical taurus of the Hephaestus cabin who broke, and you stopped them from destroying the dining pavilion?” You looked up at him, still tight in his embrace “but-“ he cut you off “no buts, you are great, you have great skills and you have to believe in them and in yourself, trust me when I say this.”

His words sinked in. He was right, you had amazing skills and you couldn’t let the first person to win over you let you down like that. “I love you Percy” you whispered

“I love you too, with all my heart” he answered, and the two of you fell asleep like that, in each others arms…

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A/n: hope this was what you were searching for babe! Thank you for requesting 🧡

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Lost Trio Week- Day 5: “Parents”

@lost-trio-week

Piper:

When Percy and Annabeth had agreed to let Leo babysit, they’d made one thing abundantly clear. No. Fire.

“Gocha,” Leo had said, pulling a comically large fire extinguisher out of his tool belt, like it was some sort of cartoon hammer, “Leo has you covered.”

Annabeth glowered at him. “It shouldn’t even come to that,” she said.

“Come on, when have I ever let you down?”

Annabeth pressed an owl plushie into Jason’s hands, “Make sure to give her this. She can’t sleep without it. And make sure your husband,” she glared at Leo, “Behaves.”

“Hey,” Jason put his hands up in surrender, “You and I both know I don’t have any more control over him than you do. Anyway, knowing me I’ll probably end up getting knocked out halfway through.”

Annabeth huffed and turned to Piper, “I’m only letting them do this because you’re gonna be here. I trust you to look after the three of them.”

“Jason and Leo can handle themselves,” Piper countered. She turned to them, “Haven’t you guys been discussing having kids of your own? This’ll be good practice. If I’m able to step back and nothing goes wrong, then you know you guys are ready to be responsible.”

“I can be responsible!” Leo cried, indignantly.

“Last time we gave you un-popped popcorn, you said the exact same thing,” Percy pointed out, “And what happened then?”

“That was one time!” Leo groaned, “Piper has just as much capacity to be a bad influence as me! Why doesn’t she get put on the naughty step?”

“Just… make sure she gets to bed on time, and try not to burn anything,” Annabeth said.

Leo sighed. “Alright,” he conceded.

“It’s nothing personal,” Percy told him, once Annabeth had gone to grab her bags, “Annabeth’s just paranoid. I’m sure she trusts you to be responsible.”

He patted Leo on the shoulder, and said goodbye to his kid.

Leo, still grumbling, went to go set up the travel crib in their bedroom.

“So… what should we do first?” Jason turned to Piper.

“How the hades should I know?” Piper replied with a shrug, “I’ve never dealt with a two year old before.”

“Let me handle it,” Leo said, coming out of his and Jason’s room and leaning against the doorframe.

“Are you sure?” Jason asked.

“Yup. I said I’d prove to Annabeth that I can be a responsible adult, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Leo moved the coffee table out of the way to make room for his massive box of Lego, which the toddler was happily sticking her hands inside. He patted the carpet next to him, imploring Piper and Jason to sit down.

Piper fiddled with the pieces, trying her best to construct something out of the blocks. She glanced over at Jason, who was staring at the bricks, dumbfounded.

“I’ve never used these before,” Jason whispered to Piper, “How do I do this?”

“You just click the pieces together and make whatever you want,” she whispered back.

“…why?”

“Because it’s fun, I guess?”

Jason studied the pieces, a bewildered look on his face. “I don’t get it,” he concluded.

Leo’s hands flew as he clicked the bricks together.

Piper had been lodging with the two of them for the summer while she was considering moving to New Rome. Technically Annabeth had only asked her to babysit their kid while they were off on some quest, but Leo and Jason had taken it upon themselves to be good uncles. Piper wasn’t worried… mostly. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Leo, but she’d seen how easily things could get out of control in terms of his flammability. The more exited Leo got about his Lego, the more Piper found herself eyeing that fire extinguisher.

No. Leo had things under control. She was being paranoid.

“Done!” The two year old cried. She stood back to reveal a perfectly constructed replica of the Eiffel tower.

“How the hades…?” Piper muttered.

Jason looked down at his amorphous blob of a creation, and just sighed, sadly.

“Wow, kid!” Leo exclaimed, “That’s really impressive!!”

“I added extra supports to make it more stable- the original tower is stupid.”

“You are your mother’s daughter,” Leo observed, “Do you wanna see what I made?”

He presented a lego helicopter to the child.

Leo spun the propellors on the little copter, then held it out for the toddler to try. She spun it with her finger, then giggled hysterically. Before the blades stopped turning, Leo let go, and it hovered in the air for a few seconds, before landing neatly in his lap.

The child squealed in delight, and a jet of water spurted out of the tap in the kitchen.

“Is that gonna become a problem?” Jason asked, apprehensively, “I don’t want another exploding toilet incident.”

“Nah, it’ll be fine,” Leo said, then he seemed to catch himself, “But I should be responsible and go make sure!”

When it was time for the toddler to eat, Leo served up some apple slices and yogurt, as per Annabeth’s instructions.

He got out one of those long lighters meant for lighting gas burners from his tool belt and lit the miniature braiser on the countertop.

“See?” Leo said, turning to Piper, “Not even using my fire powers to light the sacrificial pyre! I’m a good boy.”

Jason smiled, “You’re doing great, Leo.”

They scraped a spoonful of yogurt into the flames, then a portion of their own meal.

They ate, watching episodes of Bluey on their TV.

An alarm beeped on Leo’s watch.

“6:20. Gotta get the baby to bed.”

Jason looked mildly impressed, “That’s an efficient system. Can you implement that whenever I need you to do the laundry?”

“Hmm, let me think…” Leo scratched his chin, “How about… no?”

Jason and Piper exchanged an exasperated look.

Leo gently placed the child in the crib and pulled up the blankets. Piper watched as he tucked the toy owl into the folds.

He was being so quiet- so un-Leo-like that Piper couldn’t help but be impressed.

“See?” He whispered, standing up straight with his hands on his hips, a proud expression on his face, “Totally responsible.”

Leo:

The three of them sat watching TV on the sofa until it was time for the adults to go to bed.

Piper had moved her air mattress out of their room to make room for the baby, so she snuggled down into her sleeping bag and said goodnight as Leo and Jason went into their room.

“Do you really think this means we’re ready, mi amour?” Jason asked, once they had settled into bed, “Kids, I mean.”

“Why…” Leo shifted a little in the covers, “Are you having second thoughts? I thought it was what you wanted-“

“I know. It is. It’s just… now that we have one in front of us it’s… different. Realer.”

“I get it,” Leo said, “I mean, for the longest time, I felt like I was broken, unlovable, a delinquent. You helped me let go of a lot of that, but I guess… I’m scared. I don’t wanna fuck it up. And Annabeth reminded me that-“

“Don’t listen to her. Like Percy said, she’s paranoid. Olympus knows I would be if I’d been through what they went through.”

“But-“

“You’re gonna be a great dad, Leo,” Jason flopped down so his head was in Leo’s lap. “It’s me that I’m worried about,” he said, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, “Part of me is still a soldier, always prioritising my duties over my people. What if I can’t put that aside and end up compromising the people I love? What if I’m too cold-hearted to raise a child?”

Leo chuckled, and stroked Jason’s hair, “Well, I guess I’ll have to be the fun one to balance you out.”

Jason smiled.

“We’re a team, amorsito. We work together. You, me- and Piper, too. We can handle this,” Leo grinned down at his husband, “Gods, we’re really going for the deep conversations right now, aren’t we? We should probably get some rest.”

Jason sighed, “I guess you’re right.” He shifted so that his head was on his own pillow.

Leo took off his hearing aids and snuggled down into the covers.

Babysitting was pretty easy, Leo thought, as he kissed Jason goodnight and drifted off to sleep.

But then came the nightmares.

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Part 2 coming… at some point???

I had more to write but then ran out of time and had to cut it short.

I’m not very good at trio dynamics and I mostly know how to write Valgrace, so my way of getting around making Piper the 3rd wheel is to have her be the narrator. This is an extension of my Married Valgrace AU, taking place after the events of the main fic.

I had so many ideas for this prompt (I believe it was the one that I suggested) but decided to go down the route of the three of them practicing parenting.

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Part 10 : Grindylow Hunt

Pairing: Professor Lupin x reader

Summary: Reader tries to find the Grindylow, too bad she has to do so when she's overwhelmed by her emotions from the close full moon.

Warnings: mastrubation (m) ,slight mentions of violence.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/119629324

Fuck Remus Lupin. That asshole was dead serious about you getting him a grindylow.You had tried to change his mind a couple times, tried to offer a better deal but he insisted on his own.Not only that but every time you brought up the topic in a sarcastic tone he would blackmail you , threatening to actually tell McGonagall about you and the twins. So,with that thought on mind,on Sunday you woke up, body betraying you in every single way.It felt limp and you were too tired to even stand up. You wanted to sleep but you couldn't and you shouldn't if you still wanted to be a student here.

He's not getting out of this easily. You kept reminding yourself as you got ready. You cussed professor Lupin the whole time ,when you brushed your teeth... spitting on the sink harshly imagining you did so on his face ,when washing your face and then angrily drying it with a towel,when your pants ripped from anger as you tried to put them on,when your hair tangled when you tried to brush it, when you couldn't find you wand and as you slammed the door of your room, descending down the stairs.

"What in the Merlin's left ball?" You were faced with Percy. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book , enjoying the warmth of the crackling fireplace." Who died?"

"Hmm?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him.You were feeling irritated and didn't have any patience to decipher Percy's jokes so early in the morning. Just thinking that he would stay on the room while you had to go out in this cold made your blood boil. Life's unfair.

"It's Sunday, you're up early. I should mark this day on my calendar." He looked dumbfounded. Shut the fuck up Percy. That's what you wanted to say to him. Full moon was going to happen in about a week and unfortunately you got hit with one of the worst emotions, irritation.

"Lower your head ,keep reading that book and mind your business." You frowned and shoved your hands angrily in your pockets.

"Are you having your period? You're in a bad mood." Being dumb was a Weasley treat because even if you were it wasn't any of his business. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.You were mad at Lupin,Percy didn't have to be the person you express your anger at.

"See you around." You started walking in the fat lady's direction, trying to get out of the room before you started an unnecessary fight with Percy for no reason.

"Where are you going?" He raised his voice.Now even if you wanted to tell him th truth ,you couldn't. If you said that you had detention,he would start asking questions and eventually you might slip and tell him the actual reason you woke up so early. Plus you had to leave before Oliver woke up,you lied to him the other night and told him you weren't feeling well and couldn't make it to Hogsmade with him. If he saw you looking perfectly fine now ,he would think that you made an excuse to not go with him and you didn't want him to think that you were ignoring him.

"Out for a walk. Don't tell Oliver that you saw me." You forced a smile as you faced Percy but the look on your eyes made him gulp.

"Okay..."

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You were laying on the grass,close to the lake,hands behind your head staring at the clouds which were changing shape frequently. You were thinking of ways that could help you catch a Grindylow without getting wet but till now you hadn't thought of anything. You hadn't learnt any spells like that and that made you groan in frustration.You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

At least you had a general idea how to catch one , thanks to your reading yesterday. You came across many useless information,you even read a book written from your previous defence against the dark arts professor,Gilderoy that turned out to be pure trash. The only helpful information you found was an article written by Newt Scamander who had managed to catch one and keep it in a jar. You had made sure to bring a jar with you.You sighed heavily and rested your weight on your forearms now.Maybe you could try to summon one?

"Accio grind-" you stopped yourself.What if you summoned more than one? Plus it's not like it would magically land on your hands anyway. Fuck. You had no other choice but to swim inside the lake. If you died ,you would fucking stalk that Remus Lupin for an entirety, that was a promise.

You stood near the lake, trying to not think too much about the risks of getting killed.You could do this. Twelve transformations a year and you still hadn't died ,a little water wasn't going to change that...or so you hoped. Not thinking too much about it , without a second thought you jumped into the water. You were freezing,it was cold... actually the word cold didn't even describe the temperature of this water.You should have been more careful when you got inside but it was too late. It felt as if your heartbeat slowed. You took deep breaths and gave your body time to get used to the water's temperature. Eventually it did ,you grabbed hold of your wand and casted the bubble-head charm.

You slowly sunk down,not moving too fast , trying to be wary of your surroundings. The lake might be one of the scariest places in the school but in a way you found it beautiful.Not just because of the view because as you kept swimming you noticed many life forms,co-living and not disturbing each other, clearly not minding one another.Only if it was the same with humans,your life would be much more easy,not having to be judged your whole life,not having to worry about showing the true you,your true colours without the fear of being prejudiced for being a werewolf.

You had yet to spot a Grindylow even after about half an hour of being down here and by the looks of it you wouldn't find any if you didn't do something soon. You stopped for a moment, moving your limbs to keep you floating without sinking further and tried to find a solution. It didn't take you much time to think of one.You muttered a tracking spell and soon a net of white strings appeared in front of you. You tried to focus on finding what you came here for in the first place and tried to ignore the white strings ,which located the other creatures and then soon enough a red string appeared. You found them. You just had to follow it.

They were smart,you would give them that.They had hidden under a beautiful dark red rock and never in a million years would you have thought to check there. You eventually went close to it, using professor Lupin's tip to levitate it and soon enough a group of baby Grindylows ,which were sleeping appeared in front of you.They seemed harmless like this and you were glad their mothers weren't around. You managed to get close to them and slowly grabbed one of them, sealing it on a jar just as Newt had done. You charmed the jar and made it shrink so it would fit inside your pocket. You levitated the rock back to where it was but as you did ,you lost concentration for a moment because you thought you heard something and it nicked your thigh. It didn't hurt but the blood wasn't a good sign. It had a certain smell that might attract certain dangerous creatures so with that thought you started swimming back to the surface.

You had a smile on your face,you were sure that Lupin didn't think that you would actually get him one and couldn't wait to see the expression on his face. You felt relieved,he won't snitch and you won't get expelled.Though the twins owe you big time for this...they should have been here with you. You were finally seeing light from the surface, just a few more meters and you would be able to leave and never come back.

Whatever smile you had on your face , vanished quickly when you felt something slippery wrap around your ankle. You frantically moved your head down only to see a group of angry adult Grindylows swim in your direction,one of them having grabbed hold of your ankle and gripping it as if its life depended on it. You were screwed.

<•>

Remus had closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the hot water that hit his skin. One hand was resting on the cold piles of the wall and the other one was resting against his side. He let out a deep groan as he felt the pain from his body leave just for the shortest moment. He was tired,both mentally and physically today.

Full moon was only a week away and he already had start feeling restless.What he actually hated this time that made him feel tired mentally was the emotion that decided to accompany this month's full moon. He threw his head back and let the water splash his face, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. He felt something between his legs twitch and the thought that he would have to deal with being rock hard for about a week was killing him.

He tried not to give his cock any attention, even though it was starting to become painful. He didn't want to risk it because last time Remus had sat on his desk, pulled his cock out of his pants and had started jerking off images of a certain witch had come to his mind. Her taking his cock in her mouth,inch by inch, gagging on it , eyes watering because she couldn't fully fit him there had made Remus feel guilty for days and ashamed of himself as he had cleaned the mess he had created on his pants and shirt.

Sure he hadn't sat down with the thought of beating his meat while thinking of you,he had tried to use the time as a stress reliever but when it took a dark turn ,it only increased his stress. Sure,it was his fault for that much he was sure. He had been teasing you since day one , had even made sexual remarks...he knew that he shouldn't have done so, he's supposed to maintain professionalism but something about you makes him get out of his skin.

Opening his eyes slowly and looking down,he noticed that his erection hadn't gone down in the slightest. Oh Merlin,he was screwed. He knew what would happen if he touched himself but if he didn't he would have to suffer all day...he needed to cum,he had time to feel guilty after. For now he had to get himself out of this agonizing state. So with that thought,he wrapped a hand around his cock and bit his lip hard , groaning in the process. This felt good...even if the person he imagined as soon as he moved his fist up and down was going to probably hate him if she knew what he did when he thought about her,how he sullied her image,how he imagined that he would defile her... didn't stop Remus from making himself cum,your name falling from his lips.

"Fuck." His chest was moving up and down fast,his fist was covered with white liquid ,the piles were covered in small white maps but none of that mattered. " The fuck is wrong with me?" He muttered as he slammed his forehead against the wall.

<•>

"Relashio" you moaned the revolusion jinx, forcing the Grindylow to remove its hold from your ankle. You had no time to zone out so with that thought,you swam as fast as you could, thanks to your lycanthropy which gave you extra stamina you were out in no time.You crawled out of the lake , coughing on the process and then your body fell to the ground. You made it out ,safe.

"In your face ,Lupin." You shouted and smiled as you punched the air.

<•>

In a matter of twenty minutes you had dried your clothes,had reversed the shrinking spell on the jar,had cleaned the small wound on your thigh ,had found the twins and asked for their help to locate professor Lupin using the marauders map and now you were standing in front of his private chambers door.

You gulped, should you perhaps wait for a better moment to hand him the Grindylow...it felt like you were overstepping his boundaries by being here. What if he thought that you were a stalker? Wait. You almost died because of him today,if anyone should feel guilty, it's him. You moved your eyes from left to right then rasped your knuckles on the hard wood , waiting for him to open the door,hand him the Grindylow,make a sarcastic comment,mock his attempts of blackmailing you the past few days and live your life happy ever after.

The door creaked open, revealing professor Lupin but the second you saw him,your train of thoughts was interrupted. Your eyes were glued on him,your heart was beating fast...what the hell?! He must have just gotten out of the shower because the only thing he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist.Water droplets were forming trails all over his naked upper body, which was quite ripped...he didn't look like he would be hiding all that under those clothes of his. His cheekbones were flushed in a warm red ,nose shining and his eyes' colour was even more noticeable...

"Poppy-" he was drying his hair with another towel." I told you that you didn't have to-" he stopped talking when his eyes landed on you.

Something was wrong with you...your throat felt sore,your lips were dry.You couldn't even control the way your voice trembled as you spoke."Professor."

"Y/N." His voice dropped a few octaves lower than usual.

"Eh..."you gulped, trying to get hold of your thoughts. Nervously licking your lip ,you spoke." Your...errand." You moved the jar in his direction, moving your eyes to the side, trying to ignore the way he was raking your body with his eyes , trying to not do the same.

"Right." He ran a hand through his hair, puffing his cheeks and sighing in the process. You heard his footsteps closing in and when he closed the distance you had to physically restrain yourself from making any reaction when his toxicating smell of arousal filled your nose. It was...what the hell was he doing before you arrived here? You closed your eyes and the quick fragment of the professor touching himself that appeared on you mind,made your abdomen clench,your cheeks heat up and your chest burn. The realisation hit you...it wasn't irritation that you would have to deal with this month,hell you wished if that would be the case,you actually had to deal with being horny for a whole week...Oh Merlin." I think you can let go of it,I got it." His voice was strained and hoarse and for the moment your whole nervous system was malfunctioning.

"Eh... sorry." You moved your eyes to his , only to find him already staring at you with this darkened expression...his eyes...no. You were reading too much into this. You let go of the jar and he held the top of it with one hand."Deal closed?" You found it hard to speak,it felt like a struggle to even form simple words in the moment.

He rubbed his neck and moved his eyes to the side, eyebrows furrowed."Yes. I'll keep my word,no worries."

"Thank you..." You let the words linger on the air... waiting for him to say something but he refused to even meet eyes with you again."Guess I'll see you around...sir."

He ran his palm over his face,from his forehead,down to his chin and then back to his forehead, sliding his hair back then locking eyes with you again." See you around,Y/N."

Part 11:

[elisedonut]

it's not October yet but I just know I'll forget about this once it is October, so for the ask game,

trick or treat!!!!

Thank you for playing! Here is a random Drabble for you <3

it's technically a Flintwood soulmate au but Flint doesn't really appear here so-

it also has a small side of Perclin because i have no self control sorry

Blank Letter Lines (Ao3 link)

WC: 644

Oliver Wood had never cared much about having a soulmate. 

He knew that everyone had one, he knew that supposedly they were who was best for him. Whatever that means. It just wasn’t something he ever put a lot of thought into. He looked down at the letter lines that marred his wrist, still smudged and unreadable even now well into his twenties and sighed.

– – – – – –   – – – – –

‘The more you want it the more clear the name is, dove.’

His mum used to tell him before watching the lines with an intensity he hadn’t understood at the time. Still doesn’t, if he was being honest with himself.  Saying it less and less as the years passed. As if time alone had made its unreadability into more of a curse. It’s not like he didn’t want to know. Or at least- Oliver didn’t think he didn’t want it. It just only crossed his mind when others brought it up. When others talked about their own. 

Then was left again to be forgotten once the conversation had passed. When he mind became preoccupied with other more important things, like quidditch.

Laying back in bed, he stared at the lack of letters even more intensely. Willing them to change into something. He’d accept any name at all if it just meant his mum would stop looking so disappointed when he visits.

Closing his eyes he tries to think about his soulmate but it doesn’t take long for his thoughts to wander once again. Back to when he was a first year and talking about soulmates with the others.

‘Weasley already has his soulmate’s name.’

He remembers hearing people saying during their first year. He even remembers how it had looked back then, a messy, barely legible scrawl of letters inked into Percy’s skin. Letters that did grow steadily neater as the years passed.

Though they never did quite reach the neatness of Percy’s own handwriting. Leaving it still scrawled and rushed looking.

They had been in their dorm room the first time Oliver had really asked about it. He hadn’t even considered it was possible to have the full name so early. Most of the others in their year only have one or two at best. Which had made it even more unbelievable when Percy had told him he’d had it since he was six. Even if it was apparently only when nearing his first year that it became legible enough to actually read.

“That handwriting’s about as bad as my little sister’s and she’s four.” One of their roommates had said dumbfounded.

Percy had gotten defensive immediately, “I'm pretty sure they’re a bit younger than me. One of my older brother’s, William- his is the same way. It only started becoming legible around the time mine appeared.” 

“Do all of you already have them?” Oliver had asked.

“Well no– not really.” Percy had said offhandedly, “Charlie’s wrist is still completely blank. He doesn’t even have letter lines or anything. Then, Ginny, she outright refuses to even think about her’s, because the blank spots don’t match up to Harry Potter.”

Oliver couldn’t help the surprised laugh that bubbled out of him.

“Yes I know, she’s madly obsessed with him though. She’s taken to drawing on an extra letter line every single morning and claiming it’s always been like that.”

Opening his eyes again he contemplates Flooing to see Percy or maybe even just sending an owl before he talks himself out of it. 

Percy is his best friend but it’s not like he’s ever really understood his issue with this. He’d known about Colin for practically as long as he was alive. Oliver could still remember Percy’s hand gripping his so tight when the kid was being sorted. Could still remember Percy’s disappointment when his name didn’t seem familiar to him immediately. 

Sparing one more glance at the empty lines Oliver sighs and decides to just go out for a fly, he’ll feel better once he’s in the air.

[surreal-soo]

a lil percy jackson oneshot

I huffed in annoyance at the face with an irksome expression in front me, barely an inch from my face now. A pesky smirk was plastered on his face. 

"I told you, don't bother me. I'm working." I said in the most monotonous voice I could manage with his face so close to mine that it felt like my guts were being torn out. My lungs betrayed me, as I was breathing so heavily one would imagine I was having a stroke. Though having the Percy Jackson at such close proximity was reason enough to make any sane person go absolutely bonkers. 

 I pressed a finger to the tip of his nose and pushed it away from mine. I booped his nose, allowing myself to show his the smallest of a smile, before turning away to the papers scattered on my desk. 

We were sitting at opposite ends of a little desk, numerous files and folders scattered on it. We were in the library, and sitting within eyespan  of Ms. Shin, the librarian. Every now and then she would look at us to make sure we were actually working and not upto no good. 

I was supposed to be arranging the folders, and I was doing a mighty fine job at it, until my boyfriend, Percy appeared. He didn't have to stay back, he simply did it because he wanted to provide me with he said and I quote, 'verbal support'. He was constantly whining for attention, and it was kinda hard to ignore him when he was acting all cute. He remained watching me intently as I worked on, but alas, he had a very deficient patience level.  

He put his head atop of his folded arms which were resting on the table. He kept staring at me with such intensity I thought I would melt away any moment.

 "I love you" He said, voice almost a whisper, dark brown eyes gazing up at mine. 

And that's approximately where it all went sideways. 

My breath hitched, and I choked on air. I coughed rapidly with such force I felt like I was almost coughing up my spleen. As my hands pressed down on the table, a  stray stapler pin wedged itself inside the skin of my palm, and I yelped out in pain. As I clutched my hand,  I knocked aside a huge pile of folders which  went down with a deafening crash. 

That was the sound of my life ending. 

The librarian, Ms. Shin, got up from her desk adjusting her spectacles, mouth agape at the mess in front. Percy ooked at me wriggling my hand around as if it were a leech I was trying to pry off my arm, with a dumbfounded expression now replacing his earlier one.  

[persephone11110]

The Princess and The Rooster Prologue

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Maverick loses his Baby Goose, curse words, anger, lost of trust

- takes place in 2002 when Maverick pulled Bradley’s papers.

- -

“Dad where’s Bradley?”

His blood ran cold.

Pete Mitchell a man who’s never loss at words paused with a sad look on his face. He placed his beer back on the table, licking his lips as if the alcoholic beverage was sitting inches in front of him.

“He hasn’t answered any of my phone calls” Percy Mitchell was dumbfounded there wasn’t a time when Bradley didn’t answer his phone, always answered it day or night.

Percy Mitchell doesn’t understand what wrong.

If something was wrong her dad would tell her, they tell eachother almost everything.

Maverick jaw clenched in pain and anger.

How is he supposed to tell his little girl he just caused a ripple in their family.

What if he loses Percy, like he lost Bradley?

“Dad, what’s wrong and where’s Bradley?” she asked again fearing something bad happened.

Percy tilted her face in confusion her big brown eyes filled with fear.

Maverick sighed. God he screwed up

“Sweetheart Bradley gone, and he may never come back”

“What?, what are you talking about he may never come back”

He left without say goodbye to me, He left me without a I love you.

“I pulled his papers” Maverick said, the room was slient until Percy gasped.

“What the fuck is wrong with you dad,do you know how much flying meant to him?” Percy yells at her father, why would her father do this to Bradley, to their small family.

“H-he looked up to you, to Uncle Goose and you ripped his dreams away from him”

Maverick leaned to grab Percy hand. She yanked her hands from his, out of anger and digust.

Percy couldn’t believe it, first she lost her mom without out a goodbye now she doesn’t even have Bradley.

All because of her dad.

The Mitchell-Bradshaw clan was no longer, just two Mitchell's.

God how much she'd already missed Bradley, she missed his tall body frame holding her when she was upset. Percy missed his curly hair and how soft they felt against her cheeks, his loud laugh.

"Why dad!, why?", her dad wouldn't speak he just left her at the kitchen table alone. Alone with her thoughts, without a good-bye.

Everyone leaves her in the end.

Just like her mom, Bradley and now him.

Her dad a man who you can trust with your life, just broke the line of trust that held their family together, a line that now droops lowly into distrust.

Percy Mitchell was alone again, her father promised her when she was little to never leave her alone. I guess promises are to be broken.

How can she trust anyone, when everyone around has only stabbed her in the back.

Why didn't Bradley just leave her letter, all Percy wanted was a good-bye note. Why didn't he tell her he was leaving for good?

- -

Percy laid in her bed staring at the ceiling thinking about how her family had fallen apart within twenty four hours. Bradley gone, dad’s gone.

Tears drenched her face as she recalled the last words her Bradley spoke to each-other Hi and hello, not once did he bring up leaving and never looking back. Not even a good-bye, maybe she isnt worth a good-bye.

She hates what he's become this isn’t the Bradley Bradshaw she grew up with. This isn’t the same guy who threw a punch at first guy who broke her heart. The boy who sat with when she first got her period. Bradley Bradshaw is now gone and all there is left is a shadow of hate and anger.

Percy didn’t get tell him how much she loved him. Maybe she’ll never will.

Who knows. Maybe it’s destiny, Percy might be destined to be alone forever.

It doesn’t make sense- of how much she loved Bradley Bradshaw with her entire heart. well secretly, the two of only existed as bestfriends nothing else, never tried to be anything else. Percy knew she loved him when Uncle Slidee and Bradley first arrived at barbecue back in 89.

And now there on a two street that may never connect again.

Her phone rang loudly, buzzing as vibrated on her nighstand next to her. Every part of Percy wanted it to be Bradley on the other end, but thats too soon, too easy.

“Hello?, yes this is she”

Is this how it felt to be ambushed?

[thatringboy]

I finally got introduced to my best friend’s girlfriend and I found myself in a situation where I could not hide from my trans-ness like I usually do

My work uniform is form fitting. I’m AFAB and haven’t begun medically transitioning. Even after years of vocal training, my voice is still pretty high. I don’t pass. That’s okay with me, it’s never been much of a bother. Those who know I’m trans respect my name and pronouns, even though I have my deadname on my nametag

My best friend isn’t Cis. She’s AMAB and male-presenting with a beautiful beard, but she uses any pronouns. Her girlfriend is Cis. I’d heard about the girlfriend, seen pictures of her, coached my best friend through the talking stage and threw a party when they got together. I also work with my best friend, we work at a bar

Yesterday, my best friend’s girlfriend came to our bar with some of her friends. Best friend was chatting with her and I made my way over to introduce myself. Best friend said “oh hey! [Girlfriend], this is Percy! Percy, [Girlfriend]!”. I introduced myself and I was super excited to meet her, I’d heard nothing but good things and she seemed really cool

And then she leaned over the bar to squint and stare at my nametag with the most dumbfounded face I’ve seen on an adult. I instinctively covered my nametag and backed away with a joke about being a secret agent and went back to work, but it’s been a full day since then and I still feel humiliated.

And it’s occurred to me that my best friend who’s never misgendered me and goes out of his way to validate me and support me forgot to tell his girlfriend that I was trans. I doubt she even knew what I looked like. She probably just assumed I was her partner’s best guy friend. I don’t blame her. But that split second of panic when she ignored both me and my best friend loudly saying that I was Percy and zeroed in on my incorrect nametag still has me reeling

I don’t really know how to describe it but it felt like the difference between Cis people (even Cis queer people, thought I don’t know if she’s queer or not) and trans people was spelled out right there. Every other trans person I’ve met, even if they present differently than their name or pronouns suggest (like me) has always been super understanding and almost predictive of how we handle our identities. Gender is a game that we’re winning, it’s a dress-up game for adobe flash users, it’s an art and the absence of. I can spin hours of purple prose about experiencing gender as a trans person. My curse-bearing hips and very manly breasts don’t take away from that fact that I’m also a little guy and God’s favorite prince

And it’s wild that Cis people almost never have that realization within themselves. That it’s odd or strange to them for a person to use multiple names or have pronouns different from their presentation. My Cis supervisors verbally berate themselves when they accidentally read my deadname on a food order instead of Percy when it’s really not that big of a deal, my sister gets flustered when our discord server calls me he/him and she forgot that she’s the bad guy for refusing to do so, and now my best friend’s girlfriend who I barely spoke four words to might have had an image in her head of who I am that doesn’t match who I actually am and now I’m anxious that it’s somehow my fault. Which is bullshit

Cis people experiencing the beauty of gender and the disregard of gender roles is a beautiful thing that I love to see. Only, yesterday was a freezingly cold reminder that Cis people who have never had to question gender or really interact with someone who gets very queer with their presentation are very much the majority of people. Existing as trans on the internet or within my tight friend group is still very different than existing as a trans person in the world

Anyways, essay over. Cis people stay wildin’ and I’m just vibin’

[brennamonette-blog]

"Blood Bond" Dhampir OC X Percy De Rolo III Part 1 (Rewritten)

Looking outside through the window from the window sill, I see the sun's blinding rays along the floor boards and hear the birds chirp. Sighing, I touch the drapes as I wish I could see and feel the sun's warmth instead of the cold and dark of the room. The life of a Dhampir is as such, being isolated in dark areas where the sun doesn't dare shine. "Madam, The Master would like to meet with you. He said it is of utmost importance." The Butler, Adam knocks on the door as he advises me. I tear my gaze from the window as I look at him with a smile. "Thank you Adam. I will be right down." Adam walks away from the door, a chill running down his spine as his pulse quickens slightly. All living lifeforms get this way with the undead, it is like their bodies have an alarm when there is danger nearby. I get up from the window sill as I reach into my dress pocket, taking out one of my frozen blood pellets, popping it into my mouth, my blood lust diminishing to nothing. Taking a deep breath and sighing, I put my hair up into a bun, "Soon. Soon I will find an end to this curse." As I walk out of my room and down the stairs to the study, I hear Gerald, The Master of the house getting his elegant coat for guests on. "You rang for me Sir?" I place my hands behind my back, awaiting instructions while stopping in front of him. "Ah yes Charlotte. Tonight we will have guests over for dinner. Have you heard of the travelers who had slain the dragon in the daily paper? The Vox Machina? I've spoken to them and arranged a meet for their valiant victory." Gerald flattens his suit and intertwines his fingers, smiling. "Sir, is that wise for them to be here? If they're warriors, surely they will see the sanctuary and try to obliterate the residents?" I look down as my hands go back to my front, twiddling my thumbs. "Charlotte, they are only coming for dinner, besides, all the residents will be in their rooms. I gave them the option to dine with us, but they declined. Unfortunately, with you being the caretaker here, you will be required to attend the dinner." My red eyes widen widen and I open my mouth to retort, but he silences me by slightly raising his hand. "I have heard that one of their members is familiar with chemicals and is an inventor. He may be an asset to finding a way to reverse your condition." He smiles and takes one of my hands in his, cradling it. "Charlotte, this may be the only opportunity for you. Take it dear." I look in his eyes, "Thank you Sir."

As I wait for the group to arrive, I start to put on some foundation to hide my obvious pale skin before taking my brown contact lenses from my makeup kit, placing them on my irises, hiding my crimson eyes. "Perfect..." Before I do anything else, I hear the loud bell of the doorbell and I involuntarily shudder nervously. "They're here." I slowly get my makeup kit into my closet and walk down the hall, hearing loud laughing and cursing. Before they see me, I straighten my brown and white blouse, walking towards them all. All of Vox Machina look up at me, but one in particular widens his eyes and visibly shudders. I walk right up to them and bow with a smile, "Welcome Vox Machina, my name is Charlotte Benoite, the caretaker of the mansion."

The white haired one stares at me, narrowing his eyes slightly as he inspects me, raising his hand for a shake. As I reciprocate, he grips my hand in a tight death grip. "Thank you, where is your host?" he asks flatly, looking me dead in the eyes, his glasses somehow making him even more intimidating. I chuckle awkwardly, "He is in the study, allow me to-" "That's not necessary, we can find our way." He interrupts and lets go of my hand, walking to the right, towards the dining area. The others look at him dumbfounded and the half-elf woman with the blue feather speed walks up to him, whispering, "What has gotten into you? You've never been rude in these certain situations." I try not to look at them, not indicating I can hear everything they are saying. "Let's get this over with." The white haired man keeps walking and goes into the dining room.

"Ah my guests! Welcome!" Gerald pipes up as he walks in, smiling. I quickly walk past Vox Machina and sit down. "Finished early Sir?" He looks at me nodding, "Yes, I have been checking in some new guests. Now, shall we eat?" He looks at Vox Machina and the halfling blurts out, "I'm starving!" With a huge smile on his face, before the female half-elf with a blue feather in her hair subtly kicks his legs with a cough. "Scanlan!" She whisper yells to him. "Oh it's alright, all of you had a long night. I wouldn't be surprised if you all are hungry." I chuckle and smile, putting a hand on Scanlan's shoulder. Scanlan shivers and looks at me surprised. "Damn! You need to go to the fireplace, you're freezing!" I smile nervously.

As everyone is eating, the white haired man who had introduced himself as Percival De Rolo kept staring at me throughout dinner. “So, I heard you all infiltrated a Dragon horde! What an incredible feat, your reputation proceeds you.” The Master sips his red wine as he looks over the group. “Thank you Gerald, whenever there are monsters,” Percival looks at me minutely “we snuff them out and take care of them.” He looks back at Gerald and smirks. “That is great, how did you find the Dragon to be one on the council? Very scandalous of the council to have him on the council without knowing he was a threat to the city.” Gerald takes a fork full of his steak and eats it, smiling. “They didn’t know that he was dangerous and not what they expected.” Percival runs his knuckles on the table, lowering his head and looks at me through the top of his glasses. I slightly frown and tuck my hair behind my ear nervously, looking down at my food. Gerald looks between Percival and I, confusion on his face. “Have you two met before?” I finish my wine and look back at Gerald. “He may think I look like someone else. Sir, may I be excused?” I slowly stand up and walk out of the dining room, breathing rapidly with anxiety.

I walk up the stairs and hear a chair scraping against the floor. Walking into my room, I close my door and walk to the balcony, watching the moon to calm my nerves. ‘CREAK’ I hear my door open and I sigh, my hands going into fists, clutching the balcony handle. “What can I do for you?” Footsteps come closer, “The hell are you playing at Dhampir?” Percival’s voice calls right behind me, slightly disgusted. “I’m not sure what you’re implying-” “Cut the shit, I know your kind. You manipulate, you kill and you are cold blooded monsters. Now, you’re going to tell me what your plans for Gerald and the people staying here are.” I hear a gun settle on the back of my head and I freeze. “Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Yes I am a Dhampir, but I didn’t ask for this life.” I slowly turn around with my hands in surrender. “No, you asked for this, all your kind has. You made a pact for immortality and feed off the innocents!” He keeps his gun locked on my movements, but I snarl and using my Vampiric speed, I knock it out of his hand, making him stumble and fall to the ground. “Listen to me you dumb halfwit! I made no pact, when I was still living, I was attacked by a Vampire of high status! I couldn’t tell anyone because of his noble name!” I step forward with rage in my eyes but a few tears of blood fall down my face. “When I became a Dhampir, I was desperate. Desperate not to take innocent lives, I stumbled onto this property’s farm area. Gerald saw me feeding on a cow for blood, I told him what happened to me and he took me in. I didn’t do anything to him, he is my savior, so if you don’t mind, get the fuck out of my room!” I hold my hand out towards the door and it opens by my magic. 

“M-Madam, I’m sorry, I didn’t kno-” Percival stutters out with a frown and embarrassment on his face. “I don’t want to hear it, get out.” My voice cracks as I look at him, he slowly gets up and gives me one last sad look before walking out the door moping.

[blues824]

housewardens with demigod reader? i saw the vice housewardens one and i really liked it—

(demigod!reader can be a child of any god you want but i'm a pretty big pjo and mythology fan and poseidon is one of my favourites)

Bro, Poseidon is my favorite too. I low-key feel bad for Percy in all of the series, though. I decided to do this one differently for this request to keep it interesting.

Fun fact: I have studied Latin for 5 years and quite a bit of it was translating Roman Myths.

Riddle Rosehearts

Child of: Aphrodite

His mother never let him read about mythology of Twisted Wonderland besides of the Great Seven, so he’s kind of clueless about things like this. When he first sees you, his face gets red because you’re just so beautiful and kind.

Your powers have to do with the matter of love, which is kind of hard when all of the boys are falling head-over-heels for you. Luckily, your mother was worshiped for being a goddess of war so you were able to dodge each of them… except for Riddle. He swept you away, and now you both can be seen enjoying tea while looking into each other’s eyes with a lovestruck gaze.

Once, you caught someone talking crap about your lover and you weren’t having it. You nodded as though you were agreeing with the guy, getting closer and closer until you were straddling them with a knife on their neck.

Riddle had to rush over and save the student by gently taking you away, promising that he would be dealt with in a less violent manner. He does appreciate how protective you get because he’s the same exact way. You both are a force to be reckoned with.

When you tell him about your 15 (possibly 16) siblings, he just stares at you dumbfounded. You have how many siblings? You tell him about Eros, the most popular, and how he fell for a mortal and she became a goddess. You went on to explain that you found it ridiculous when you were younger but now that you were with your boyfriend, you understood everything. He blushed a little, but bowed and placed a kiss on the back of your hand in response.

Leona Kingscholar

Child of: Hypnos

He knows a lot about mythology because of his status as a prince and the training he had as a young child. If you were a child born to the royal family, chances are you were educated in the beliefs and religions of a multitude of different cultures.

Your powers have to do with sleep itself. You can’t really bring dreams, but you can give someone the knock out of their lives. If Leona has been having a horrible day, you would put your hand on his forehead and make him go into a very deep sleep. It’s the kind of sleep that you wake up from at 3 pm, you feel me?

One time, one of the Savanaclaw students was talking smack right to your face. Leona was about to yell at them, but you slapped their forehead and made them go to sleep right then and there. You threatened everyone else that if someone else were to do anything like that, you would put them into a sleep they would never wake up from.

Leona was so freaking proud of you, but he knew that Crowley would be on his ass if he found out about this incident, so he asked you to wake the student up. He had to hold back a smirk when you rolled your eyes and slapped the student back to consciousness.

When you tell him about your 3 brothers, he’s a little intrigued. The four of you must’ve wreaked havoc on everyone, especially since you could put people to sleep and your brothers could control their dreams. You smile as you tell him about all the good times you had, and he smiles as well. It sounds like one hell of a time.

Azul Ashengrotto

Child of: Poseidon

Like I mentioned in the Vice Housewarden version of this, he bows down to you. You are of the same status as King Trident. He will offer you his arm for you to take and he will give you a tour of the campus. He makes sure that you know you can come to him if you’re having any troubles.

Your powers give you control over water and the creatures that reside within. That being said, your dates often occur at the beach. He prefers to stay on the sand while you go for a swim. When you come out of the water, Azul has to hide his face in his hands. You just looked so attractive with the water dripping off of you!-

One time, Floyd was being very uncooperative and wasn’t doing his job. Azul and Jade had to tell him off a few times, and you even gave him a few reminders, but you were officially done. You decided to make him a fish out of water. You brought out his tail and he started flopping around like a fish on the deck of a boat. You and a few other customers started laughing hysterically.

Azul heard all of the laughter and walked out of his office to see Floyd on the floor, Jade trying to help Floyd, and you and a bunch of customers laughing. He asked his Vice Housewarden what happened and he was shocked that you would do something like this out of annoyance. He talks you into returning Floyd’s legs and leads you away to calm down.

When you tell him about your 14 siblings, you’re most likely answering some of his many questions. Who wouldn’t love to learn about the King of the Sea when he was a small child? Or the imperial family of the sea in general? It’s amusing how many stories you have stored away in your mind, and he will make time to listen to them all.

Kalim Al-Asim

Child of: Dionysus

You both are fairly energetic and are most definitely party animals. Jamil has one hell of a time trying to control the two of you because of all the energy you two have. Everywhere you go, you just light up a room.

Your powers, as horrifying as it is, allow you to make someone go insane. You’ve been ridiculed for it and you want to try and prove to everyone that you can do good things. You hide this pain by throwing the best of parties and festivals, and Kalim doesn’t suspect anything.

One day, you were planning another festival when a couple of students decided to ruin your day completely. They started taunting you and acting like the insane patients in movies when you felt a little snap in your mind. You grabbed one of them by their shoulders and forced them to look into your eyes. The student looked like they had seen a ghost, and started screaming while looking around frantically. They dropped to the floor and started rocking back and forth.

Kalim and Jamil heard these shrieks and saw a bunch of students around that one and you laughing hysterically. Jamil went to the rocking guy and Kalim went to you to ask what happened. You explain that you had the power to make someone go batshit crazy and that’s exactly what you did. He convinces you to have them snap out of it or else they could seriously injure someone. You saw the puppy eyes he put on and released them (from your genjutsu).

When you tell Kalim about your 9 other siblings, he tells you about his 30+ siblings. You both have big families back home, so you get to relate on more levels than just one. It’s hilarious how you are able to remember the names of each other’s siblings as well.

Vil Schoenheit

Child of: Apollo

You were bright in every sense of the word. With your father being the God of the Sun, Light, Music, and Prophecy, it was hard not to take after him. This is what drew Vil to you. You were just so open and confident, as though you had nothing to be ashamed of.

Your power was the gift of vision and prophecy. You could see what was going to happen in the future. You had the chance to change the future so no harm would be inflicted on anyone. Vil was always in the visions you had about yourself. It was a secret you kept to yourself, but it always made you blush.

One day, as you were speaking to Vil while playing your guitar (you are as gifted as your father is, after all), a random guy decided to shove you and ‘apologize’ while laughing. You looked at him, silently questioning his audacity. You then shouted to the guy, saying something along the lines of I would watch your back, buddy. Your friends are just looking for a point to stab your back. You were known for your visions, so the guy got a scared look on his face before walking off.

Vil asked if it was true and you shook your head while laughing. He called you a very mischievous potato before going back to whatever he was originally doing. There was no shame or harm in instilling fear in someone who wronged you, after all.

While talking, you brought up your 4 brothers. There were many plays about your brother Orpheus, but you told your boyfriend the whole story. How he had no way of knowing if Eurydice was following behind him and that’s why he had to look. You ended your mini rant by stating that you would’ve done the same thing if you were both in his and her shoes. Vil felt a fluttering feeling in his stomach, but thanked you nonetheless.

Idia Shroud

Child of: Demeter

Are you really surprised? You had two green thumbs just like your mother. You both ‘met’ when Ortho was taking Idia’s tablet all around the campus so that his brother could accompany him without taking a step outside.

You had the power to make any plant grow. Be it big or small, you were able to breathe life into it and make it thrive like never before. You had agreed to meet up with Ortho in the greenhouse so that you could go over some class material. You had a green t-shirt with some jean overalls and gardening gloves and Idia saw you through the camera. You looked adorable.

Because of your genuinely cheerful and kind personality, Idia found it a tad bit easier to talk to you. He was still a bit reserved, but he stuttered a few questions out to let you know that he was genuinely interested in what you had to say. However, when a student came over and tipped your gardenia plant over, your kind personality turned murderous. The otaku saw vines shoot out and wrap themselves around the neck of the student.

After some very harsh and threatening words from you, you let them go and they scampered away like a scared cat. You turned and saw Ortho standing there in shock and you immediately went to apologize when Idia turned on his camera. He was genuinely dying of laughter because the guy was acting all tough before running away like a total wimp. His smile gave you butterflies, you thought he looked so charming.

When you get to a point where you’re no longer talking about plants but genuinely getting to know each other as a group, you tell the brothers about your 7 siblings. Idia stared in total shock when you said the number. You giggled at his reaction, and his face and hair went a bit red. You told him about the many adventures all of you had when you were younger and you both laughed at how silly some of them were.

Malleus Draconia

Child of: Hades

As a child of Hades himself, you were often alone. You were often seen as gloomy and depressing, and everyone tended to steer clear. Everyone except the Diasomnia dorm members. In fact, you all were a lot alike in that aspect.

Your power was the ability to raise the dead for a brief period of time and command them as though they were an army (please tell me you get the reference here. The fruit is so low). It assisted you a lot when you had to go against all of the overblots. Malleus was impressed because you couldn’t raise the dead with magic, but you were doing it right there.

Because of your gloominess, people tend to make fun of you for it. You weren’t the strongest, so they would think you couldn’t do anything about it. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, so you just suffered. One day, you had enough. The students who were harassing you felt the earth tremble beneath their feet. The concrete split and hands encased in rotten flesh broke through the dirt underneath. 

That got them running faster than Forrest Gump. You were laughing maniacally when Malleus came walking by. He asked you what was going on and he was greatly amused when you told him. His Child of the Gods was so smart by using your power to get them to stop.

On one of your nightly walks, you open up more about your family. With what he’s heard about mythology, he expected you to have more siblings than just the two. And the first one was complicated anyways. You had more memories with your sister, so you often stuck to those ones. He loved hearing about your close relationship with Macaria because he’s glad that you didn’t grow up alone.

[leefletcher]

systemic change vs. the status quo

the last olympian // the lost hero // the titan’s curse // the blood of olympus // the tower of nero // shaun’s video essay on harry potter

insp.

[begin ID: a series of screenshots from various books written by Rick Riordan (books listed above), interspersed with transcripted quotes from a video essay about Harry Potter, by video essayist, Shaun, on Youtube. Certain passages are highlighted. The screenshots read as follows.

“No more undetermined children,” I said. “I want you to promise to claim your children—all your demigod children—by the time they turn thirteen. They won’t be left out in the world on their own at the mercy of monsters. I want them claimed and brought to camp so they can be trained right, and survive.”

Will scowled at his broken chariot. Then he sized up Piper, Leo, and Jason. “These are the ones? Way older than thirteen. Why haven’t they been claimed already?”

because obviously if your story is about a systemic injustice and you want your heroes to triumph and have a happy ending then that injustice needs a systemic correction. -shaun 💀.

He gripped my sleeve, and I could feel the heat of his skin like a fire. “Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don’t let it . . . Don’t let it happen again.”

His eyes were angry, but pleading too.

“I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”

Luke nodded, and his hand went slack.

Then the darkness above Luke began to crumble, like a cavern roof in an earthquake. Huge chunks of black rock began falling. Annabeth rushed in just as a crack appeared, and the whole ceiling dropped. She held it somehow—tons of rock. She kept it from collapsing on her and Luke just with her own strength. It was impossible. She shouldn’t have been able to do that.

Luke rolled free, gasping. “Thanks,” he managed.

“Help me hold it,” Annabeth groaned.

[begin highlight] Luke caught his breath. His face was covered in grime and sweat. He rose unsteadily.

“I knew I could count on you.” He began to walk away as the trembling blackness threatened to crush Annabeth.

“HELP ME!” she pleaded.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Luke said. “Your help is on the way. It’s all part of the plan. In the meantime, try not to die.” [end highlight]

The ceiling of darkness began to crumble again, pushing Annabeth against the ground.

harry potter’s anti-change problem is, by no means, unique. [begin highlight] think of all the hollywood blockbusters  in which the good side are those seeking to preserve the status quo and the antagonists are people with legitimate grievances about the world, and the desire to change it, and then they pull a cheap trick and have the antagonists just murder a baby or something, so the audience knows they’re the bad guys. [end highlight] this is art produced by the rich; people who have done very well under capitalism, thank you very much, and therefore see all systemic change as inherently evil, no matter how reasonable it might seem on the surface. -shaun 💀.

“Hey,” Percy said, “if we don’t make it out of this—”

“Shut up, man. We’re going to make it.”

“If we don’t, I want you to know—I feel bad about Calypso. I failed her.”

Leo stared at him, dumbfounded. ‘You know about me and—”

“The Argo II is a small ship.” Percy grimaced. “Word got around. I just . . . well, when I was in Tartarus, I was reminded that I hadn’t followed through on my promise to Calypso. [begin highlight] I asked the gods to free her and then . . . I just assumed they would. [end highlight] With me getting amnesia and getting sent to Camp Jupiter and all, I didn’t think about Calypso much after that. I’m not making excuses. I should have made sure the gods kept their promise. Anyway, I’m glad you found her. You promised to find  a way back to her, and I just wanted to say, if we do survive all this, I’ll do anything I can to help you. That’s a promise I will keep.”

I suppose I could have raged at him and called him bad names. We were alone. He probably expected it. Given his awkward self-consciousness at the moment, he might have even let me get away with it unpunished.

But it would not have changed him. I would not have made anything different between us.

You cannot change a tyrant by trying to out-ugly him. Meg could never have changed Nero, any more than I could change Zeus. [begin highlight] I could only try to be different than him. Better. More . . . human. [end highlight] And to limit the time I spent around him as little as possible.

I nodded. “I understand, Father.”

Zeus seemed to understand that what I understood was not perhaps the same thing he understood, but he accepted the gesture, I suppose because he had little choice.

“Very well. So . . . welcome home.”

I rose from my throne. “Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me . . .”

I dissolved into golden light. There were several other places I’d rather be, and I intended to visit them all.

now i’m not saying stories with social problems necessarily have to fully resolve the social problems by the end because they don’t. but if you’re trying to tell a societal story then your society should be a living thing; it should be at least potentially flexible, contain at least the possibility for change. both good and bad. but rowling’s worlds are set in stone; they’re dead. the good in rowling’s stories seeks only to cancel out evil; to undo evil’s changes. [begin highlight] the solution to systemic problems is never to seek systemic change but to be individually nicer. [end highlight] to have nicer bank managers. to have nicer slave owners. -shaun 💀.

end ID]

[phykios]

If I Were A Blackbird, part 7 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

He had barely even made it into the building before Paul called him. “Hello?”

“Hey kiddo,” he said. 

“Hey, Paul. You’re up kinda late.” It was eleven PM here in Mexico, midnight in New York. Paul was an early riser, even by early riser standards, and he was usually asleep by eight or nine. 

“Yes, well,” he hedged. “You know. Um, Percy, can I… can I ask you something?”

“Sure! What’s up?” The halls of the Village were bare and quiet, all the good little boys and girls of the Olympics already asleep in their beds.

Save, apparently, Hazel, who was waiting for him outside his door, who perked up when she saw him. “Percy!” she said, a frown on her face which usually meant something bad was up. “I’ve been waiting for you all night! You’re–”

“–eeing anybody lately?” Paul asked. Percy waved at Hazel, the universal symbol for “sorry, on a phone call,” even as he fumbled with his dorm key.  

“Sorry, what was that? I missed the first part of your question.” 

The lights were out in his room. From the light of the hallway, he could see Jason, curled up in his bed, sound asleep. Ah, right–the sprinting semi-finals were tomorrow. Turning back to Hazel, Percy put his fingers up to his lips, jerking his head at his roommate. 

But Hazel wasn’t deterred. “Did you know?” she whisper-hissed.

“Know what?”

“What was that?” 

Shit, his stepdad. “Sorry, sorry, Hazel is here, and she was asking me a question. Um, what are you saying?” 

“Percy,” said Paul. “Did you know you’re trending on my part of Twitter?”

Percy set down his wallet and keys on the counter. “What for? My race isn’t until next week.”

And then he paused. 

Paul was not an avid Twitter user. But when he did go on Twitter, it was for one of a few specific reasons: a birth, a marriage, a death, big life updates and gossip, that kind of thing. 

But only for a very few specific families. 

“Paul,” he said, calmly. “Why am I trending on your part of Twitter?”

“It’s not just my part,” he replied. “It’s all over.”

“You’re trending?” asked Hazel. 

“Who’s trending?” 

Percy turned. Frank Zhang, Canadian archer, was, for some reason, at his door. “Percy is,” Hazel said to him, her frown never wavering.

“Oh, cool. Nice one.” He paused. “Wait. You haven’t raced yet. Did you test positive or something?”

“Of course not!” It was Hazel, his sweet little Hazel, who sounded scandalized at the idea, like a good cousin and fellow sportsperson should be. “He’d never do that! He doesn’t need to.” 

Paul was still talking in his ear, and Percy was still not absorbing a word about it. “I had a number of my mutuals messaging me–” while Hazel was still very vigorously coming to his defense. 

He was thankful when Jason let out a particularly loud snore, because it caused everyone to pause. Even Paul. His snore was that fucking loud. 

Taking advantage of the silence, Percy pounced. “Back up. Start over. What are we talking about?”

“I just wish you had told me first,” said his stepdad, sounding genuinely crushed. “Though I do understand why if you wanted to keep it quiet–”

“Told you what?” asked Percy, louder than he meant to. Jason just rolled over, blissfully unaware. “Keep what quiet?”

Hazel shoved her phone under his nose. He caught a flash of blonde hair before the full picture came into focus: Annabeth, her eyes wide in panic, Percy, looking like a dumbfounded oaf, the two of them surrounded by a sea of cameras. The picture’s caption blurred before his eyes, ADHD sending the letters floating all across the screen. 

His phone beeped–he was getting a text message. Maybe it was…?

But no. When he pulled his phone away, he saw that the text was from Luke. Dude read the text bubble. You bagged a–

Paul’s voice was faint over the phone. “That your girlfriend was the–”

“Percy,” Hazel was saying, “did you know that girl was a–”

Jason snored again. 

He almost said a small prayer of thanks, because the sound shut everyone up, giving him time to breathe. Time to think. To read the words on Hazel’s phone, and think about Paul’s side of Twitter. 

And remember what had been called out to them as the cameras had blinded them both. 

“A princess,” he said. Annabeth Chase. The architect from New York, with a pretty laugh and a killer smile. Who was gorgeous, funny, smart, and… flexible. 

Annabeth Chase. 

Hazel, bless her, had some sort of dyslexia app on her phone. And so with a couple more breaths he was able to concentrate on the words in the article just a little bit more. 

Her Royal Highness Princess Annabeth, Duchess of Södermanland. 

That’s what the article Hazel shoved at him said. 

He scanned through it. Not really able to process everything, but picking up on the major bits. 

Swedish Princess. At the Olympics. Seen with a man in Mexico. Percy Jackson. 

The Princess of Sweden was seen kissing Percy Jackson. 

“Oh fuck,” Percy said. 

“I’m going to guess that means you didn’t know,” Hazel said at the same time as Paul said, “Did you not see the paparazzi?” 

Percy took another deep breath. And ignored Frank’s “Know what? What happened?” 

Hazel removed her phone from his face, presumably to show Frank. 

“I’m going to put you on speaker,” Percy said to Paul, “And then I’m going to puke.” 

Frank let out a low whistle. Presumably because he’d read the article about Percy’s little misadventure. 

Another snore from Jason. 

If only Percy could be that resistant to the outside world. 

“Who else is there?” Paul asked.

“Hi Paul.” Hazel chimed in. 

“Oh, Hazel, hi.” Paul was really great about not being weird about Percy’s paternal family. Which showed a healthy constitution, if you asked Percy. “Did you see Twitter?” 

“No, I have a google alert for Percy on my phone. TMZ already posted an article.”

“Wow,” Paul said, “That was fast.”  

Percy groaned. It was really really fast. Why would TMZ care? He wasn’t sure he even knew there were princesses of Sweden until about ten minutes ago. 

“Who are you talking to?” Frank whispered to Hazel, but it wasn’t that quiet.

“Who’s that?” Paul asked.

“Oh, um, that’s Frank, he’s an archer for team Canada,” Percy said. Then the man’s presence finally stuck in his brain. “Wait–what are you even doing here? No offense.”

“Oh, I was looking for…” And then he looked at Hazel, and quickly stopped talking. 

Despite himself, Percy huffed a quiet laugh. Frank was like 6’5, with the kind of arm and back muscles you expected from an Olympic archer. Hazel would eat him alive. Or dead. As the case might be. 

They always underestimated her. It was often fun to watch. 

And he would much much much rather think about Hazel’s budding relationship with a Canadian than his own situation. 

“Guys,” Percy said, sitting down on his bed, hard. “It’s late, and I… I don’t even know what to say about all of this.” 

“I’m sorry.” Hazel said, and Frank looked appropriately abashed. 

“Sorry, Perce,” came Paul’s voice over the speaker. “We’ll let you get to sleep. We need some, too.” 

“Thanks,” was all he said. 

“Of course,” Paul said. “I love you.” 

“Thanks, Paul,” Percy said. And he meant it. Paul’s love hadn’t always been a given from Percy’s perspective. But Paul had never hesitated with it. “I love you too. All of you at home.” 

“Hazel,” Paul then said. She perked up at the address. “Please give Percy the biggest hug possible before you leave him.” 

“I will,” she promised. 

And then he hung up with one more good night. 

Hazel was true to her word, and gave him a hug that, according to the clock on the nightstand, lasted two and a half minutes. It probably wasn’t long enough. 

When she was done, Frank looked like maybe he wanted to hug him too. But he held himself back. Which was a shame. They didn’t really know each other, but Frank looked like he gave great hugs. 

They left after that, closing the door behind them. And Percy deliberately left his phone on the bed while he got ready.

Then he curled up into the sheets, and closed his eyes.

The camera flashed in his vision.

Princess. 

Annabeth.

Princess. Annabeth.

Princess Annabeth.

Fuck. 

He reached back to grab his phone. And pulled up Google. 

Princess Annabeth pulled up several news reports that he was sure were about him, but the first link after that was her Wikipedia page. And so that was where he went, cheerfully avoiding any mention of himself. 

Princess Annabeth of Sweden, Duchess of Södermanland (Annabeth Sophia Frederica Ingrid; born 12 June 1993) is the eldest daughter of Prince Frederick of Sweden and his first wife Sophia Pallas. She is currently second in line for the Swedish throne. 

He swallowed. Second in line. That made her really close, right? He considered calling Paul back, just so he could understand, but held off, scrolling through the rest of the page. 

Her picture was one of her dressed in a dark orange suit, in front of a microphone, caught in the middle of some speech. Her hair was pulled back and her mouth set in a placid smile. He recognized her, but she looked so unlike the woman he had known. 

But then he didn’t know her, did he. Four dates? 

He shook his head, and decided he’d learn more. 

Born in Boston, like she said, while her father was getting his PhD at Harvard. Her mother had been a woman he’d met in Boston: Sophia Pallas. Which did sound as Greek as she had said before, though that wasn’t mentioned in the article. And Sophia Pallas’s name wasn’t a clickable link. Her parents had been married before her birth, it said, in a small, private ceremony after a hasty approval from the king and council, before her mother had died from complications. He frowned, a twinge of sadness running through his gut.

Poor Annabeth. But then, could you ever feel that way about a princess? She grew up in Sweden, then her father had remarried, and they’d spent a lot of time in the US while he pursued scholarship. Boston, Virginia, New York and San Francisco. She’d gone to Harvard like her father and uncle, and majored in Architecture and International Relations. Currently, she was working for a private company based in New York. 

It was all so like she’d told him. Except for everything else. Tours around Europe and Asia. Speaking before the EU and UN. Charity appearance after charity appearance after charity appearance.

And then, under the subheading “Succession:” King Randolph’s wife and two daughters, Crown Princess Emma and Princess Aubrey, were all killed in a boating accident in 1992. Since then, His younger brother, Prince Frederick, has been his heir presumptive. If King Randolph were to marry again, and have children, those children would replace his brother in the order of succession. However, over the past twenty-five years, King Randolph has repeatedly stated that he had no interest in doing so, and has acknowledged Frederick as his heir.  

Sweden became the first European country to adopt absolute primogeniture in 1980; therefore Princess Annabeth precedes her half-brothers Prince Robert and Prince Matthew in the line of succession. Should her father become King of Sweden, she will be the heir apparent and Crown Princess. If she ascends to the throne, she will be Sweden’s fifth Queen Regnant.

Well, that answered that question well enough. He’d fucked the future queen of Sweden. Not some minor princess, trading on a title for the old world glamor of it all, but a real life (almost) crown princess. 

Shit. He’d been playing, in the back of his head, with the idea of going to Sweden after the games were over, swept up in her descriptions, and maybe a little bit in the thought of seeing her again. But he wasn’t doing that now. The last thing he needed was to get charged with treason or whatever. 

Getting drawn and quartered didn’t sound like any fun. 

Well damn, he recognized the feeling then. He felt guilty. Guilty for sleeping with a princess, guilty for sleeping with a future queen. 

Which was stupid. She’d never once given any indication she hadn’t wanted it.

He’d slept with plenty of people before, and never felt bad about it. 

So why did he feel this way?

Fuck. He couldn’t just sit here and stew. Paul was probably asleep, and he didn’t want to call Hazel back. She should be asleep, but maybe she was doing something else that he didn’t want to think about. 

So he sent a text. 

You awake?

I am so happy you finally texted me back

Can we talk?Please?I know its late, and shit is weird

His phone rang. Jason did not wake up, so he didn’t feel bad about answering. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, kid.” Luke said, his smirk clearly and annoyingly evident in his voice. “Anything interesting happen to you lately?”

Percy groaned. “This is all your fault, you know.”

“Me? You were the one seen making out with a princess.”

“You’re the one who introduced us.” 

“Yeah, I saw that her Wikipedia page says she lives in New York. She the girl from the club?” 

Percy sighed. “Yep.”

“Nice.” Luke said, “I need to remember; next time I bring a girl back to my place, I get to tell her all about the time my baby cousin had Princess Annabeth over.”  

“I’m so glad my shame is going to help you score chicks.” He said with all the scathing judgment he could muster, laying in a twin bed in the dark. 

“What shame?” Luke sounded genuinely surprised. “Dude, you bagged a princess. That’s some classic shit. Very Perseus of you.” 

“I don’t think Perseus had to deal with paps. And I think Andromeda probably mentioned the whole princess thing to him beforehand.” 

“You didn’t know she was a princess?”

“Paul’s the royal watcher,” He reminded Luke. As though Luke would forget something he passively held against Paul, “Not me.” 

“Yeah, but she didn’t tell you?”

“She did not.” Percy said, “She even gave me a last name and it wasn’t…” He scrolled up to the wikipedia page to see the house listed under her photo: Ynglingar. “It was in English, nothing to do with… how do you even pronounce this?”

“Ynglinar,” Luke said, like it was easy. Because the bastard was all good at languages, while Percy could barely read English. 

“Well, that doesn’t sound anything like Chase,” Percy said, “which is the name she gave me.” 

“I see.” Luke said. “I mean, is it that big of a deal?”

“That I fucked the future queen of Sweden? More than once?”

“Oh, nice, I didn’t know if they interrupted the second time.” 

“They didn’t.” 

“Nicely done.”

“Luke,” he said, “please. I’m genuinely freaking out here.”

“Okay, okay.” He could almost see it happening in real time, Luke shifting from his douchebag persona to the decently brotherly figure he was underneath. “I’m sorry. How can I help?”

“I feel bad.” Percy said. “I feel bad about this, and I don’t know why.” He hadn’t done anything wrong. What was there to feel bad about?

Luke said after a pause, “Well, if I had to guess, it’s probably because you really liked her. Didn’t you.” 

“Of course.” Percy said, and then, he really thought about it. 

He had liked her–a lot. Not just in a ‘I like you way’ but in the old, middle school, summer camp ‘I like you like you’ way. It wasn’t just her beautiful hair and captivating eyes, or her long legs and small, perfect breasts, but the way she rolled her eyes at him and insulted him in ancient Greek, the feel of her mouth as it smiled against his, the sense memory of her hand as she slipped it into his in some poorly lit Mexican club, sending his heart racing. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh?”

Shit. “I do like her. I mean, I did. Or… maybe I still do…” 

Except there wasn’t really any maybe about it. 

He could hear Luke laughing on the other end. “Well, how do you feel about becoming Lutheran?” 

“Fuck you,” Percy said. 

“I’m just saying, according to Wikipedia, the family is Lutheran, and the heirs have to be, too.” 

“That’s not–are you trying to make me get over her, then?”

“Okay, okay,” Luke said, “How about this. The royal family traced lineage back through recorded history, to the semi-legendary and legendary kings of Sweden,” He offered. “Like… folklore says they’re descended from Norse gods and vikings and stuff.” 

“That’s cool,” Percy said. Though most of what he knew about vikings had to do with the Varangian Guard. He might have studied classics, but he stuck to the languages and the written down bits of mythology. He certainly wasn’t an archaeologist, a medievalist, or an early Christianity expert by any standard. 

Still, any ancient history was good history.

“I still feel bad though, Lutherans and Norse gods or whatever, or not. I just–I feel like shit, and I don’t know why. I didn’t even do anything!” He’d been the perfect gentleman. She’d been a great lay, and an even better girl. It’d been fun and easy, like champagne on a warm summer evening.

So why did his stomach still feel like it was about to drop out of his body entirely?

“I’m sorry, kid.” He said. And normally Percy chafed at the term of endearment. Had been since Luke started using it when Percy was in second grade. But today it was almost welcome, and made him unbearably homesick. “I wish I could help more. Maybe you just need to sleep the night off?”

“Yeah,” Percy said, “maybe.”

“It’s all going to work out, I promise. This isn’t the Regency era or whatever, when Lady Catherine comes and tells you you aren’t good enough for her niece.” 

“It looks like Annabeth’s Aunt was named Nathalie, not Catherine. And she’s dead.” Percy said.

“There's the impertinent literalism I know and love! You’re getting better already.” Luke’s confidence was almost enough for Percy to buy it. “But seriously, Percy. Get some sleep. You’ve been going ninety miles an hour these past few days. You need rest. You know that.” 

“Yeah,” Percy agreed.

“It will all be fine, Perce. I promise.” 

“I sure as shit hope so.” He said, “Thanks.” 

They signed off with their good nights, but Percy didn’t go to sleep. He kept on scrolling. Reading backwards and forwards through wikipedia, memorizing the lines of succession: Frederick, Annabeth, Robert, Matthew, Magnus. And her favorite causes: learning disabilities, artifact repatriation, historic preservations, girl’s education, domestic violence. 

At some point, he fell asleep, phone in his hand. 

But it wasn’t for long enough. In some horrible twist of fate, he was woken up by Jason’s alarm at 6 AM. 

He wanted to scream. And throw a pillow. Or let an earthquake swallow up the room, and Jason’s phone with it. 

But he only sat up, bleary eyed and not feeling any better. 

He silenced his phone, because he knew when it hit 8 AM on the East Coast, he’d start hearing from people he really didn’t want to. And he watched Jason get ready, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, with a kind of unearned, inexplicable hatred. 

“Want to come down to breakfast with me?” Jason asked, “I can wait for you.”

“Yeah,” Percy said, “Sure.” 

He was much slower, and less bouncy getting ready. And he was, as a general rule, a morning person. But he’d had a bit of a stressful night. 

He stumbled after Jason, down through the halls and through the village, ready to make a beeline for the coffee. As they stepped into the cafeteria, he could see the heads turning, and hear the slightly charged murmur. 

He got his breakfast as usual, but it didn’t stop. And Jason had found a table in the middle of the room, so he couldn’t even hide in a corner, or around a beam. 

Jason was already digging in. “Hey, man,” he said, as Percy was sitting down. “Why is everyone looking at you?”

Percy dropped his head on the table with a loud thunk.

***

Annabeth thought she had some idea of what the consequences would be for getting caught making out with a random guy. Helen would yell at her, her dad would be disappointed, Mary would leak a story about her to the press, the tabloids would rake her over the coals, and they would all have a great laugh at her expense for about a month or so before moving on to the next scandal, her ill-fated kiss relegated to an interesting anecdote on a BuzzFeed listicle about royal bad behavior. It probably wouldn’t even rate a mention on her Wikipedia page. 

She was wrong. She was so wrong. 

This was so much worse. 

The Microsoft Teams call consisted of Helen, who was actually in Mexico with her but apparently couldn’t stand being in the same room with her right now, her father, looking politely concerned, King Randolph, not at all paying attention, and a handful of PR and Parliament representatives, all in various states of shock and disapproval, including one older minister who was clearly playing some kind of mobile game. 

Oh, to be a career politician who had achieved the nirvana of not giving a single fuck. 

Annabeth had already had Minecraft opened while Helen introduced everyone on the call–all thirty-five people. She had something to build. 

Helen had started the meeting in an absolute rage, only held in check by sheer professionalism and passive aggression. And Annabeth couldn’t even blame her ADHD for distracting her. Hans was sitting across the table from her, invisible to the camera, but hearing every word. He could catch her up if she missed something important.

“Well, your highness,” Helen finally said, “Would you like to explain yourself?”

“I don’t know what’s to explain: I went out for a walk with a friend of mine. I didn’t know there were photographers waiting for me. They took a picture when we kissed.” She tried to sound nonchalant. “These things happen.”

“Well, they should not,” said Helen, and then directed someone else to speak. 

“We don’t know anything about this man, other than the fact that he likes to cause a spectacle of himself.” 

“Excuse me?”

“It's getting him a great deal of press, and notoriety. He might have called the photographers himself.” 

“He wouldn’t have had a need,” Annabeth argued, “He didn’t know who I was.” 

“A likely story.” 

It wasn’t any such thing, he didn’t even understand why she was supporting Sweden in his race. 

But luckily someone else cut in, a security guy. One of Hans’ bosses, but the ones who did the logistics stuff, not the actual work of having to deal with Annabeth. Normally she didn’t like him for just that reason, but today he spoke in her favor. “We’ve determined that the leak, as it were, traced back to the hotel. Someone staying there called a paparazzi friend, who followed her car. We have no evidence to think Mr. Jackson had anything to do with this.” 

“Yes yes,” Said someone else, “But what do we even know about this man?”

Annabeth felt like she could answer that question: he loved his mom, and the ocean, and ancient Greece. He had a sweet smile and beautiful eyes and a tongue that would not quit. He’d gone to Yale, but nobody was perfect. 

Luckily, that wasn’t a question for her. 

“The man in question,” Cut in Christiana, a PR person that Annabeth had always liked. Mostly because she was born in the 90s, had a rocking pixie cut, and didn’t act like there was a stick up her ass. “Is Perseus Jackson.” 

Annabeth hadn’t known Percy was a nickname. Perseus. Like the hero. Well, he did say he was Greek. 

“According to Mr. Gunderson’s team’s report, he’s the son of Sally Jackson, though the father’s name on the birth certificate is listed as unknown. Birthdate, August 18th, 1993. He’ll be 25 in just a few weeks.” Annabeth hadn’t known that either. And for a second wondered what she should get him for his birthday, before mentally shaking herself. “He’s on the USA Olympic Sailing team, a spot he won after placing first in the US trials. He also won the Hempel World Cup Series at the Princess Sofia regatta last year. He primarily lives in New York City. And his permanent address is in an apartment on the Upper East Side. though the apartment is rented under the name Luke Castellan.” Annabeth had been to that apartment. Had eaten eggs there and been eaten out there. “Mr. Castellan is an investment banker whose family has a long association with Mr. Jackson’s. His mother worked as a home aide to Mr. Castellan’s for many years. It appears the families are still close.” It was interesting that nothing had come up about Percy and Luke being related patrilineally. 

“And Mr. Jackson’s family?” 

“As I said, father is listed as unknown, and so we are still trying to find something. Mrs. Jackson is an author. I do believe her second book, Danaë, was a bestseller in several countries around the world, including the US, UK, and Sweden, in translation. She is currently married to a Mr. Paul Blofis, who is a teacher in New York City. And they have a seven year old daughter, Estelle Jackson Blofis. Maya?”  

“He has a very positive presence on social media and no history of scandals,” chimed in one of Christiana’s assistants on the call. “He’s got over eight hundred thousand,” she paused, glancing at something off screen, “um… make that almost a million followers on Instagram alone. And he frequently uses his platform to talk about poverty and mental health issues.” 

“He’s an influencer?” The scorn in the man’s, who had been introduced, but who Annabeth had no memory of, voice held no question about his profession. 

“He’s an athlete,” Annabeth cut in, “a sailor. That’s why he’s here. He just happens to be popular.” The fact that he made himself popular on purpose… that was irrelevant. “He is, after all, in Mexico for the games.” 

“I do not understand,” And she could see a little of Helen’s mask slipping, “how you managed to meet him here.” 

“I didn’t meet him at the Olympics.” Annabeth said. “I met him right before I left New York. I didn’t even know he would be here until I saw it on his Instagram later. And he didn’t know I would be here until we ran into each other at…” she paused, not wanting to recount that particular event to everyone present, “...at a dinner a week ago.”

Hans smirked at her behind her computer.

“That is a very long time to be running around without approval.” 

Annabeth blanched at Helen’s words. “I was unaware every single one of my friends needed to be approved by you, Ms. Persson. I would like to know your requirements. And also why you get to be the one making those calls.” 

She could tell by the flare of the other woman’s nostrils that she knew she had spoken out of turn. But over her computer, Hans gave her a look. 

“We are all concerned, Your Highness,” Helen said, “about your safety.” 

“Well, as per our predetermined agreements,” she said, “I am not accompanied by Hans everywhere in New York. Because it was agreed he would cause a distraction and impact security negatively.” She took a deep breath, “After we met again in Mexico, Hans… Mr. Gunderson did a full background check. Which I believe we heard some of just now.” 

She scanned the faces. Most of them looked bored. A few were frowning at her. Helen looked like she had swallowed a lemon. But Christiana was smiling and her father was suppressing one of his own. 

The security specialist cleared his throat. “I assure you, Your Majesty, and Ms. Persson, we have done a full background check on Mr. Jackson. Even before last night’s event. Unless new information comes to light, this is a matter of public relationships, not safety.” 

Well, score two for Hans’s boss then. She liked anyone who bested Helen. 

She wished she had been able to help with that hiring process. But unfortunately, it had been made for her. Mostly by Mary, Princess Frederick. She often wondered if Helen was under orders from her stepmother to poke at her until she snapped and resorted to violence. 

It was a brilliant plan. 

“So, getting back to Mr. Jackson,” Another PR person, who Annabeth knew on sight, but did not know by name, said, “He seems fairly careful with sponsored content on social media.” 

“And does he have any kind of career beyond social media?”

“He’s a trained classicist,” Annabeth said quickly. Her eyes went to her father and uncle, both of whom perked up immediately. “He graduated from Yale two years ago, but decided to take a break from academia for a few years to pursue his sailing career.” There was a long history of European royalty engaged in Olympic sailing. No one could fault him for that. Except perhaps for her uncle, who seemed to be bored again. 

“Well, that’s not so bad.” Said someone else. She was pretty sure she was a parliamentarian.  Jonsson or Jansson. Annabeth could not remember. “Though, of course the expectation, before marriage, would be that he steps away from his social media career. And possibly his sailing also, though that might be discussed more in depth.” 

That launched a round of several people speaking. 

Annabeth only just barely managed to get her call out of, “I’ve only known him for a few weeks! I am not asking for permission to marry him right now!” It managed to silence most people, but not everyone.

Shame that the straggler had to be the worst one of them all.

“But what color would the children be?” Asked someone else who she didn’t know. Her jaw dropped open–as did her father’s, Helen’s, and several others–and everyone began speaking all at once, again. 

“Please, ladies, gentlemen–please.” Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the flickering border around his video which caught everyone’s attention, but her father managed to cut through the digital crowd, calling their attention so he could speak. “I think it’s a little… early for that kind of discussion, minister, as Annabeth said,” he managed to get out, frowning even more firmly, and glossing over the word “early” like it was most definitely not the word he wanted to use.

The man in question harrumphed, but muted himself. 

“Now, then.” Prince Frederick was doing his best to look comfortable with the topic, but the shifting of his suit jacket sleeves implied he was playing with his hands beneath the screen, twisting his fingers together. Annabeth could relate. She was doing something similar right now. “I understand that this situation is… less than ideal, shall we say, but I would hope, as the princess’ father, that you would trust my opinion on this matter.” He pulled in a breath, eyes unfocused as he searched for the right words. “My daughter has always been both highly intelligent and perceptive, not only in her diplomatic endeavors, but in her interpersonal relationships as well.” Nice of him to say, but Annabeth privately thought he might have been overselling her a little bit on that last one. “Not only that, we can hardly blame her for the sudden appearance of the press.” 

“Her highness has had to deal with the press all her life,” Helen said, evenly. “She’s gone through multiple trainings–”

“Ms. Persson,” he said, shutting her up quickly. Annabeth bit back a smirk. “My point is, clearly she’s already met with Mr. Jackson on several occasions, and has judged him to be a person worth her time, without our intervention. Shouldn’t that ultimately be what matters?”

“All due respect, your highness,” said one of the ministers, “but we simply do not have enough information at this time to determine what kind of person this Mr. Jackson is.”

“I think,” her dad gently rebutted, “that Annabeth is not only smart enough, but mature enough to decide for herself what kind of person he is. Now, Annabeth.” She sat at attention. “Tell us: this Perseus–”

“Percy,” she said, quietly. “He goes by Percy.”

He smiled a bit, ducking his head. “Percy, then. Is he a nice boy?”

She nodded. “He is.” 

“Then I am fully in favor of Annabeth continuing to see the nice boy if she wishes. Randolph, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Hm?” Her uncle looked up from whatever book he was reading. Annabeth caught a glimpse of ancient Icelandic runes over the camera. “Yes, very good.”

“There we are.” Her father smiled. “Annabeth, dear, now you have the king’s permission.”

Not even Helen could argue with that. 

Annabeth swallowed around the lump in her throat, looking directly into her webcam. “Thank you, your majesty,” she said to the one person on this call, maybe even in the world, who believed in her right now. 

Through the fuzzy Teams call quality, her father smiled. 

“I think that’s settled, then,” he said, with just the barest hint of satisfaction. “As long as Mr. Gunderson and his associates continue to keep us updated if they find any more information they feel is worth reporting, I have no objections to this relationship.”

If there was still a relationship on the table, anyway. Still, her heart felt very full. She wished he was here with her, just so she could give him a hug. 

Verdict delivered, the meeting swiftly concluded. One by one, the virtual participants disappeared, until the only ones left were Annabeth and her father. 

He smiled at her through the screen. “Well, dear,” he said, chuckling a bit. “You certainly like to keep things interesting.”

Looking away, her cheeks faintly flushed with embarrassment, she tried to laugh it off. “I guess. Sorry.”

“No, no, I don’t mean it like that.” When she looked back, he was still smiling gently at her. “You’re having fun in Mexico? Yes?”

Annabeth nodded, sensing the unspoken question. “I am. I promise.” 

It was the oddest thing of all–he didn’t question her on it. He just accepted it at face value. “I’m glad. I meant what I said, you know. Just… just be careful.” With her heart. With the nice boy. With anything else that might cross her path. 

“I will.” 

“I love you very much, dear.” He leaned in closer to the camera, as if he could pull her into a hug halfway around the world. “We’ll talk soon.” 

Then he hung up, leaving Annabeth staring into her own video feed.

“Well,” Hans said, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I think I’d rather go sack a small French villiage.” The old viking princesses really had it made, she thought. They didn’t have to deal with Microsoft Teams, at least. They could have just chopped Helen in half with an ax, and not worry about what HR would say.

“Or take on a horde of draugar?” Hans offered. 

“Exactly.” 

“Well, perhaps, instead of that, next time you’d like to meet with Mr. Jackson, I’ll go pick him up?”

“I don’t know if there is going to be one next time, Hans,” she said, letting all her defeated weariness leak into her voice. 

“Annabeth.” And he so rarely used her first name. “I know you are brave enough to take on a French village, a draugr, or even Helen and the entire Riksdag. I think you can call the one man who you just defended to a room full of people, and offer an explanation.” 

He got up then, and patted her shoulder on the way out of the room. “I’ll keep Helen at bay. If you want to call him.” 

“If I don’t, will you sic her on me?”

“I think not,” he said, “Because right now I’m afraid I’d come back to find an ax in her chest, and that sounds like it would be a terrible mess to clean up. If you need some time, I’ll give you some time.” 

“Thank you,” she said.

“But I still think you should call him.” 

And then he walked out of the room, leaving Annabeth alone with her thoughts. And the empty Teams room.

[doevademe]

Ok so the multiple Percy's prompt had me rolling (seriously thank you for that I was having a stressful day) but here's an idea: more than one Percy but of the angsty multiversal variety (because multiverse of madness and everything everywhere all at once killed me) the alternate Percy being one that lost his world's Nico (knowing Nico probably through self sacrifice and maybe in a word where he fell in Tartarus with Percy which explains why Percy can't even talk to his ghost)and just wants to slap his Canon self's head because do you even know what kind of treasure you have? And then peak conflict when AU Percy asks Nico to come with him. giving canon Percy a near heart attack (cue an I love you in every universe moment)

The thing about fighting ancient deities with increasingly more eldritch domains was that, as you did so, reality itself started to fight you.

Or unravel, in this case.

It was how Percy found himself face to face with his double from another world.

Perseus, as he had chosen to be called to avoid confusion, was a jumpy guy. Nervous, almost always angry, ready to attack anyone, and he was prone to talking to himself, but all that Percy would have accepted.

It was the way that he stared at Nico di Angelo that unnerved him.

He was always looking at him. Whenever he was in the vecinity, his eyes would find Nico and he would just... look at him with this sad, haunted look.

"You're lucky to have him," Perseus told him as he piled random objects that, apparently, were from his world, and would help take him back. "Nico is... special..."

"Yeah, he's a really good friend," Percy agreed. He wondered what had happened to the Nico of his world. "We can always count on him."

"...Friend?" Perseus looked apalled at Percy's answer. "Nico is... your friend?"

"Uh, yeah?" Percy said, confused. "We could be closer, but yes, I guess I would call us friends."

Perseus glared at him for a few seconds (was he jealous? Was his relationship with his world's Nico strained?) before a feral grin took its place.

"There's something seriously wrong with you," he said, which was just wrong on a guy with the most manic grin he had ever seen. "But I guess I must thank you for it."

Before Percy could ask what he meant, his double was running past him and towards Nico. The son of Hades took a step back, ready to run, and Percy got closer too, nervous of what his unstable other self could do.

"Finally decided to face me?" Nico said carefully. "Don't think I didn't catch you staring."

"I thought I was respecting boundaries," Perseus said easily, smirking. "Turns out, there were no boundaries to respect."

"What do you mean by that?" Nico said, reaching for his sword. "What do you want from me?"

Perseus lunged at Nico. Percy uncapped Riptide and prepared to fight off his other self from Nico before he killed him. But before either of them could react, Perseus hugged Nico and kissed him.

Nico's eyes were wide as Perseus moved his lips against his. Percy just stared dumbfounded at the scene.

"I want anything you want to give me," Perseus said, voice soft and fond. "But this... I wanted to do this since I first saw you."

"Uh..." Nico blinked, trying to process what just happened. Percy frowned when he noticed a blush on his pale skin.

"You are the same in this world, so I thought I was the same too," Perseus kept going. "Turns out, The me of this world is too stupid to appreciate what's in front of him."

"I don't—"

"I love you Nico," he said. "Be mine?"

Nico's whole face turned a deep red.

Percy felt like he was the stranger in a foreign world.

----

Perseus had dated his Nico (and wasn't that a funny way to refer to him, 'his Nico') for nearly two years before they had both fell to Tartarus to close the Gates of Death.

Perseus had come back, his Nico... didn't.

Percy couldn't imagine what losing someone you loved because they protected you in literal hell. If he had lost Annabeth back then...

Well, maybe he'd be as messed up as Perseus.

"Annabeth? Seriously?" Perseus raised an eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Percy asked, offended. True, he and Annabeth weren't together anymore, but the way Perseus said it, like it had been wrong all along bothered him.

"No offense, she's one of my best friends but... we literally have nothing in common," Perseus shrugged as he continued petting Nico, who was annoyingly complacent to his whims. "Like what did you guys even talk about? Wise Girl gets bored unless she gets some good mental stimuation."

And Percy winced. Didn't he know it. Annabeth and him were bound by their experiences. By being thrust into danger together so often their bond had become irreplaceable but... his other self was right. When they were not questing, all they talked about was demigod stuff, and once they retired to New Rome, it turned to just schoolwork.

"It didn't work out," he admitted. "But I loved her, and I'll never regret dating her."

"That's good," Perseus said honestly. "Never regret loving someone. I'll never regret loving my Nico."

And Percy saw his... the regular Nico shudder at the words. It made him feel excluded.

"Listen, Perseus," Nico said, finally pulling away. "I'm flattered, really, and I can tell the other me meant a lot to you, but... I don't want to be his replacement."

"I don't want you to be his replacement," he said. "I loved my Nico, but he's gone. I thought I'd never love again, but the Fates brought me here, and I've been watching you."

"Creepy," Percy said between coughs. Perseus glared.

"You are the same type of person as my Nico was," Percy said. "But you also have subtle differences so... maybe I jumped the gun a bit when I said I love you."

"Maybe you did," Nico said.

"But you're a person I could see myself loving," he continued. "Nico di Angelo, date me."

"What?"

"Let me do this the right way, court you," Perseus said. "I know I will fall in love with you, and if you end up feeling the same... come with me to my world."

Nico's eyes widened. Percy felt as if Scylla had swallowed him whole.

"You want me to... come with you."

"I want to be your Percy," he said seriously. "No matter the universe, I'll always fall for you."

"Oh no, stop right there!" Percy said, standing between them. Just hearing the words 'Your Percy' had made him see red. "You can't take Nico away!"

"Why not?" Perseus said, challenging. "It will be his choice."

"Because... because... I'm throwing my hat in the ring too!" He said. He turned to Nico who looked more and more stunned with every sentence. "Look Nico, I... don't know if what we have... whatever we have can turn into what this guy feels."

"This guy has a name."

Percy ignored him.

"But I know I don't want to lose you, not ever," he said. "So, if you accept, I'll date you too, and you will have an informed choice, then."

"I..." Nico looked between them. "I don't know what to say..."

"That's okay, I would never force you into anything," Perseus cooed. Percy glared.

Oportunistic bastard.

"I... need to think it over," Nico said. "Tomorrow... I'll answer you both tomorrow!"

Nico took off in a brisk pace. Perseus smiled victoriously.

"You'll lose before this even starts," he taunted. Percy glared back.

"Not in a million years," Percy said. "Nico belongs to my world, not yours."

"You had your chance, I'm seizing mine."

And Percy decided then he would do anything to hinder that.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hiii, first of I send you ✨good vibes✨, can I pleaseeee request a preview of Hanging by a moment?

thank you sooo much for the good vibes, love 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

since I have posted one preview here I will post a preview of another part of the chapter for Hanging By A Moment 😊 (it's a bit longer because I know it's been forever since I update it 😁)

“I was a prick-”

“A massive prick” you added with a small smirk and Percy felt just a little relieved.

“Yes, a massive prick” he agreed. “B-but you have to know that I didn’t mean it. Any of it” he continued. “You are one of the few people that have always made me feel comfortable and that I could be myself around. You’re not just my best friend but you are my family. You are part of my family! I mean, you fit in better than I do” he chuckled. “I know that I fucked up but… I promise that I will make it up to you” he begged. “Can you please forgive me?”

You smiled at Percy as another tear rolled down your cheek. You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, hugging him and you felt him sigh in relief. 

“Of course I forgive you, you idiot” you chuckled. 

"Really?" Percy asked, relieved.

"Yeah, I mean, families fight, right?" you said, casually. "So I've been told" you chuckled. “But… I love you, Perce!"

“I love you too” Percy said, kissing your head. 

“Wait, that’s it?” Charlie asked dumbfounded and the two of you turned to look at him, confused. 

“I’m sorry?” Percy asked, confused. 

“What do you mean?” you asked at the same time, just as confused. 

“I mean, you forgive him, just like that? After what he did to you?” 

“Um, yes?” you said looking between him and Percy. “I know Percy didn’t mean it-”

“He’s cheating on you, and you’re just fine with it?” Charlie asked, not believing that you could be this calm. You arched your eyebrow and looked at Percy.

“What?” Percy asked. “I’m not cheating on her-”

“Don’t try to deny it, okay? I heard you!”

“You heard me? What do you mean you heard me?” 

“Well, I… didn’t mean to but I used the twins’ extendable ears… things, and I just…” he sighed. “I knew there was something going on! And you were avoiding us so I just thought-”

“You spied on me?”

“Wait, the twins’ extendable ears work?” you asked, impressed.

“I didn’t mean to” Charlie told Percy. “I’m sorry, Perce but- look…” he sighed. “Remember when you were a kid, I think you were about five years old and you were convinced that there was a monster in your closet and you would sneak into Bill and my room and we would build a fort?”

“Yeah” Percy said, a little confused. 

“Well, I just… you kind of used to come to us whenever you were scared or you had a problem and… the truth is… I really miss talking to you. I really miss it” he continued. “And I know that I’m the one that moved away but… I don’t want you to forget that I’m here. And I’ll always be here, Perce. Because you’re my brother. And I love you. And there is nothing in this world, okay, absolutely nothing, that will ever change that” he continued. “A-and I understand that you might feel more comfortable with (Y/N) o-or Oliver but I just want you to know that, I guess, and I just… wanted to make sure you were okay” he sighed.   

“I… I love you too, Charlie” Percy smiled. “Are you… crying?” Percy asked, turning to you.

“No!” you said, quickly wiping away a few tears, and both he and Charlie raised their eyebrows at you. “Okay, fine! That was just beautiful” you said rolling your eyes and both Percy and Charlie laughed a little. “Perce, do you have any idea what I would give to have someone who cared about me at least half as much as your brothers care about you?” 

“Yeah, I know” he sighed. “Okay, alright, this is a mess” Percy said, covering his face with his hands and taking a deep breath. He then looked straight at Charlie and finally said it. “Look… I’m gay.”

“Well, I would think so, Perce since you are cheating on (Y/N) with Oliver-”

“No! There’s no cheating!” Percy said, frustrated. “I’m not cheating on (Y/N). I’m just with Oliver. I’ve been with Oliver since our last year at Hogwarts! I’ve never been with (Y/N), she’s just my best friend. I panicked because dad kept asking about her and told mum about her and everyone just started assuming she was my girlfriend but she’s not!”

“Hold on, so… you’re with Oliver?” Charlie asked, confused. 

“Yes” Percy said. 

“And… that’s what you have been trying to tell us all along?” 

“Um… yes” Percy told him. 

“Does anybody else know?” 

“Well, (Y/N) knows” Percy said, pointing at you and you smiled sweetly at Charlie. “And um… Fleur” he admitted. 

“You told Fleur?”

“She kind of walked in on me and Oliver kissing and she actually also thought that I was cheating on (Y/N) with him” he said. 

“Oh” Charlie said, running a hand through his hair. “Well… okay” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Uh… okay?” Percy asked, confused. “Is… is that it?” 

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[barbarianprncess]

of these rushing waves

(you’ll be the oxygen i breathe)

A week after the Titan War, Annabeth is drafting a temple to Hestia when the weight of being the only person in the world that knows Percy's weak spot hits her.

Like. Really hits her.

(or 2k words of annabeth discovering what she means to percy)

(the biggest of shout outs to @timelesslords for helping me make this coherent, and to @colorguardfreak97 for encouraging me every step of the way. enjoy <3)

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A week after the Titan War, Annabeth is drafting a temple to Hestia when the weight of being the only person in the world that knows Percy's weak spot hits her.

Like. Really hits her.

And after about a day and a half freaking out about what it means and what she should do about it, she decides to go talk to him.

(Because not talking to him about what was bothering her led to the worst year of her life. Progress.)

They’re sitting on the beach, sharing Percy’s too small blanket- they both know he has bigger ones, but it’s an excuse to be almost on top of each other. She’s curled up resting on his chest, and he has one hand secured on her waist tracing patterns on her thigh, the other tangled in her curls. They watch the sunset and Annabeth is almost perfectly content.

Almost.

“How did you know?” The words tumble out of her without context.

He shifts to face her and raises an eyebrow. Annabeth finds it unfairly attractive.

“Know what?”

“When you told me your weak spot. How’d you know I could handle it?” The unspoken ‘because I don’t think I can handle it ’ must be apparent enough because Percy’s expression softens.

“Have you been worrying about this?”

Annabeth’s first impulse is to brush it off and change the subject. But then she hears Silena’s voice in her head: tell him how you feel. So she ducks her chin and forces the words out.

“Well yeah, I mean it kinda freaks me out that I just have this power over you. I don’t trust myself.”

Percy tilts her chin with featherlight fingers and an unadulterated fondness her seven year old self would kill to be on the receiving end of.

“I trust you enough for the both of us,” he said.

“How are you so sure about this?” ‘How are you so sure about me?’

He gives her a ‘duh’ look that she’s so used to giving him, it's a bit shocking to be on the opposite end of it. She decides immediately she doesn’t like it.

“You know why.”

“No, I don’t, hence me asking you why.”

She's watched Percy's face morph to pure amusement. He chuckles, and hesitates. “Well, because...”

He trails off clearly thinking about how to word his answer. As he thinks it over she allows herself to look at him properly.

He’s beautiful. Sharp jawline, defined cheekbones, devastatingly symmetrical features. His eyes are deep and content, looking out at the sea as if it has the answer he’s looking for. He can’t seem to find what he wants amongst the waves, but his eyes meet hers and the words seem to come to him.

“It’s you, Annabeth.”

He says it like it answers not only her question but thousands of others. It does neither.

“What’s me, Annabeth?” She attempts at light-hearted sarcasm despite her impatience.

He looks at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes and she knows that look. She hates that look. That look means she’s not getting an answer anytime soon.  

“Oh my gods, you really don't know?”

She glares daggers.

He smiles winningly. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” She bites at his shoulder in retaliation.

“You’re the smartest person I know-” Percy starts.

“True, but flattery will get you nowhere-” Annabeth cut him off.

“So figure-’ He presses a kiss to her temple.

“It-’ A kiss to her left cheek.

“Out.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but he kisses her before she can get out the words. And His knuckles are gentle under her chin, and he smells like ocean breeze, and his lips are chapped yet achingly soft, and he tastes like home. Annabeth resigns herself to find out what he means later, and allows herself to get lost in him and saltwater and home.

...

She digs up every legend about the curse of Achilles she can find. She scours Daedales’s laptop until it runs out of battery. She didn’t even know that was possible.

She researches.

And researches.

And nothing.

She has no idea what he means. Annabeth famously hates not knowing.

And. Percy. Won’t. Budge.

She has tried every trick in the book. She tried baking blue cookies (she burned them), refusing to kiss him till he tells (she caves), and asking Grover to get it out of him (something about the bro-code).

Everytime she asks him he just looks at her with his dopey, baby-seal love eyes and says those same two words.

“It’s you.”

She hates him.

...

It’s three more days before she figures it out.

Nico is looking at her skeptically. His all black get-up makes it so he almost blends in with shadows of the Big House’s basement.

“You need my help?” He deadpans, leaning against the wall looking almost bored.

“Sort-of,” Annabeth shifts on her feet,  “So, I know you were the one who took Percy to the River Styx, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well he’s explained to me bits and pieces about how the curse works, and told me where his… you know… spot is.”

“Ok.”

“So my question is-” Annabeth stopped short. “Wait doesn’t that surprise you at all?”

He shrugs noncommittally, “Not really, no. You were saying?”

Annabeth clears her throat and soldiers on.

“Uh yeah. Right, well it sorta freaked me out how readily he told me about it and I asked how he knew I could handle it and he just said ‘it’s me’. And he refuses to elaborate, and it’s kind of killing me so, do you know what that means? And if you do, could you please explain?”

She’s been staring at her shoes while she rambles on and when she looks up she sees…

Is that humor in his eyes?  

“So, I'm guessing you've done your research on the curse?” She nods. “So you know that when Achilles mother dipped him in the Styx, she held him up by his ankle, which then became his mortal point.”

“Like a sort of anchor.”

“Exactly. Now what the legends don’t mention is that the mortal point wasn’t just the ankle. When his mother pulled him out she became part of his mortal point. Still with me?”

“Not really.”

“Perfect. Going in on your own is no different. You still need someone to help you out of the river, just not physically. You need to picture someone pulling you out, someone to motivate you, someone to bring you back to earth.”

He looks up at her, silently asking permission to continue. Annabeth nods with urgence.  

“It's not just someone who can keep you mortal, but the one person that makes you want to stay mortal. That person and your weak spot become intertwined.” He looks up at her and must still see traces of confusion.

“Your mortal point isn’t just the point of your body that’s unaffected by the River Styx, It’s the person in your life that you saw that gave you the strength to survive the Styx at all.”

Oh.

Oh.

“So when he says ‘it’s...He literally means…” She trails off and looks up at Nico. His smirk is patronizing, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“It’s you.”

…

She vaguely recalls thanking Nico for his help, but how she ended up in her bunk staring at the wall is a mystery. Annabeth has never truly understood the word dumbfounded until now.

...

It’s her.

...

By the time she comes to, it's dark out. Annabeth is already grabbing her invisibility cap and pulling on her shoes. She should probably change out of her pajamas, but her urgency to get to Percy outweighs the little vanity she has left in her. Percy has seen her in far worse conditions than messy hair and sleep wear.

Normally she would climb in through his window, but tonight is strictly business. Percy is still up waiting for her like he has been every night since the war ended. His face brightens when his eyes land on her face then immediately scrunch in concern when he sees what must be a manic look in her eye.

“You ok?”

“It’s me.” A whisper- she says it like she can't fully comprehend the words.

“It’s me?” A question- not necessarily for him just unsure.

“It’s me!” An accusation- this time it’s directed at Percy, who smiles with unnecessary pride.

He tugs at her hand and pulls her to sit on the bunk.“You figured it out.”

She’s briefly tempted to explain the whole visit with Nico, but she has other things on her mind.

“That’s how I knew on the bridge. That feeling that you were in danger, even though you hadn’t told me where the spot was, I knew.”

He shrugs, “It would make sense, but to be honest, I actually have no idea.”

She entwines their fingers and he lifts her hand up to press kisses to her knuckles.

“You saved me.” Percy says it soft and reverent, like a prayer.

“On the bridge?”

“No. Well yeah you saved me on the bridge, but I’m talking about the Styx. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I was burning alive. It was like I was back at Mt. St. Helen’s all over again.”

She feels a swift wave of guilt that she quickly pushes down so she can pay attention to the rest of his words.

“Except instead of the lava being thrown at me, I was dunked in it. And it was ten times hotter. I was drowning.” He laughs mirthlessly, and she squeezes his hand. “I was in so much pain I couldn't remember who I was.”

She knocks her forehead against his, partly to bring him back to reality, partly to remind herself that he did in fact survive to tell her this story.

He looks up at her, green eyes wide with a wonder and reverence she doesn’t believe she deserves.

“Then I heard you. Your voice. I heard your voice and I saw your face and you held out your hand. You didn’t just pull me back. You put me back together. The thought of you put me back together. I took your hand and I survived because of you. You saved me Annabeth.”

Annabeth is stunned into silence.

She has no doubt in her mind that if it were her in the Styx, she would've seen Percy and he would’ve saved her in the same way she saved him. But, it's different hearing it from him. It’s a rare feeling to know that this full-bodied, utter devotion (the kind she feels for him), is mutual. To hear it spoken out loud is almost unheard of.

She doesn’t have the words to articulate the supernova of emotions exploding her chest, so she kisses him. She kisses him with everything she has. Percy kisses her back with the same intensity. Percy’s kisses are safety and contentment and light. He’s so good with words (better with them than she is), and she thinks it translated into the way he kissed. He kisses her like he’s trying to say something--typically some shy declaration of the love that they both know is between them but tiptoe around speaking into existence.

He kisses with his whole body. He clutches at her waist like he couldn’t bear to let go, and she arches her back because she doesn't think she could bear it either. He occupies all five of her senses, the only thing she knows is him. Her hands are buried in his hair. He’s the sun, and kissing him is sunshine personified.

When she finally pulls back, he removes one of the hands gripping at her waist to slip into the junction between her collarbone and her jaw to keep their foreheads together. He keeps pulling her in his orbit, freckles like constellations, breaths mingled like they could survive on kisses and shared oxygen alone.

She thinks she’d like that.

Percy ends up curled on top of her, his head resting in the crook of her neck. One of her hands in his hair, the other on the small of his back like she can protect him with force of will alone.  They fall asleep the way they survive- anchored to each other.

...