#my fics: pjo

[tragedykery]

rating: T

relationships: Silena Beauregard/Clarisse La Rue, minor Silena Beauregard/Charles Beckendorf

additional tags: Fluff and Angst, Oblivious Silena Beauregard, Feelings Realisation

word count: 6560

written for @sapphic-summer-riordanverse day 4 & 5: "fruit" + "history repeats itself"

It was comfortable to lie here like this, with her head in Clarisse’s lap, talking and eating and watching the sunset work its magic upon the landscape. She felt warm inside, giddy and content and free. Here, in this moment, she was the happiest she had ever been.

(If only she had known what was to come.)

[Silena and Clarisse go strawberry picking together.]

[meiinoe]

chase cousins i miss them i miss them so much

[iamrizaka]

As much as I love the idea of Will wearing Lee's flannel after his death, I much more prefer a scenario where he was constantly trying to steal it when Lee wasn't looking. Lee got fed up with this gremlin child (affectionate) trying to steal his clothes (he knows that he should toss it out, burn it, but he can't bring himself to do it; it holds way too many memories) so he gets a green flannel and embroiders it with little sun symbols.

He hides it in one of the secret rooms in the infirmary, because he can't have any of his siblings – or worse, a spy – stumble across it in his cabin. He leaves it here and makes a promise to give it to Will on his birthday.

Over a year later, Will tries to find a place to hide – no one should see their head counselor and head medic cry. He finds this room and remembers the talks about it and how it was one of Lee and Luke's secret hideouts. He wants to leave; he doesn't need another memory of what it was and what it could've been. But his gut tells him to enter and he finds a neatly packaged box.

There's a green flannel and a note:

For my little brother, Will

— Lee

P.S. stop stealing my clothes!

He never takes it off.

[snoelledarts]

Queer solidarity trio and you can’t change my mind.

(Yes this is from my Grace of Gods fic. No I won’t stop drawing my own writing. Yes a new chapter is coming soon I PROMISE.)

[mediumgayitalian]

"It reminded me of you."

Will looks into his cupped hands. He purses his lips. He opens his mouth. He closes it. He opens it again.

"This is, uh." He clears his throat. "It, being this fish skeleton?"

Nico nods. "Yes."

Will waits for an explanation. With none forthcoming, he looks up, intent on asking for it directly, but his tongue does completely numb in his mouth, jaw softly unlocking. From the late afternoon sun behind him golden rays shine directly into pools of what has become spun copper and amber brown; spools of shining wire surrounded by shining white. It takes him time uncountable to register the wide, round soporifics in front of him are in fact Nico's eyes, cradled in the light, watching him.

"What," Will tries, mouth dry, "uh, what? Why. I mean." He holds up his hands. They're shaking. "Fish?"

"That's you," says Nico, crowding into Will's space. Will makes a noise that can be registered only by bats, dolphins, and bush crickets.

Nico's callused hands encircle Will's wrist and his soul ascends, exiting from his body, floating away gayly away until Will snags it by the ankle and yanks it back to his mortal body. Dad, if you can hear me, I cannot stress how much you owe me and how badly I am calling in that favor. SOS. SOS. SOS. SO --

"It's small, see. Delicate."

"I'm -- six two?"

"Yeah, physically." Nico pokes at the tiny little spine. "But you're, like." He makes a squishing motion with his hand. "Crushable, you know? You just go around feeling your feelings at full force. All over the place. Delicate."

Will is pretty sure he's ghasting. Is that what it's called? Flabbering one's ghast? When you just -- kind of stand there, slack jawed, wheezing like a doofus? Maybe he is a fish. "Nico, I've got --" He makes a swooping gesture in front of his nose, trying and visibly failing at indicating a plague mask. "You know? I could poison you."

"Yeah, that's why I picked one that died from whirling disease."

"How...thoughtful?"

"Thanks."

Nico returns to the fish skeleton. He points out the eye sockets. "See here? The fish had shallow orbits so it probably had big eyes like you."

"I have big eyes?"

"Duh. You are ninety percent eye. Everyone looks at you and it's like bam. Blue. All you can see."

Will begs the red to recede from his cheeks. He can hear the echo of his father's cackling, all the way from his stupid dork ass nerd ass lame tryhard chariot, and the red continues to rise.

"You -- like my eyes?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Hey, look here. You can see its -- are you looking? -- you can see its heart cavity. Cool, right? Your heart is going really fast."

A high-pitched noise comes out of Will's throat, sourced from somewhere in his kneecaps, probably. They're wobbling enough.

"Yeah, I -- uh, best believe I noticed."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm vibing. Chilling, even. One could even say I'm maxing, relaxing, acting all cool. If there was a basketball net outside of a school I would be totally shooting right now."

"You're acting weird," Nico accuses.

Will laughs out loud. No, like, really laughs, it comes out of his stomach and then his knees give out and he barely manages to catch himself, hunching over, veins hot rod boiling and stomach writhing and face the color of a gently polished tomato. He may have passed.

"Oh, my gods, something kill me."

"Whatever, weirdo. Come back over, I want to show you why the rib cage is representative of your repression issues."

"Okay."

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

i love how different percabeth is from different male lead narrated american middle school romances from the romantic point of view. usually, the male lead has a crush on the cold and kind of mean female protagonist cause she's pretty and not like the other girls.....she's pretty and not like the other girls....thats it oops. but annabeth and percy. annabeth fell first. even though she's cold and sassy too, she believed in percy. she saw the good in him and loved him for it. then percy fell. he didnt have to worry about whether annabeth would like a loser like him. yeah, he doubted why annabeth liked him once in a while, but it was a never a question of 'does she?' its healthy. and thats what makes rick riordan one of the best middle school authors ever thank you bye

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒮𝓌ℯℯ𝓉 𝒷ℴ𝓎

IM BACK FOR LUKE BITCHES

Masterlist

SMUT. 18+, mdni ! friends with benefits

“Ugh, what is up with you and him?” One of your sisters asked, suddenly coming up to you after Luke had left your side.

“Luke?” You questioned, glancing back at him walking away.

“Uh, yeah! You both are always together, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re fucking him.”

She didn’t know the half of it.

“What? He’s just a… sweet boy.”

She didn’t know about the times you sneaked off with him during activity nights, or bonfire nights where everyone else was out of their cabins.

You two always disappeared together, giggling as you made out pressed against a tree, his hands roaming under your shirt, his beautiful face illuminated by the moonlight.

She didn’t know about when you both skinny dipped in the lake, as he held you in the water, both of your naked bodies pressed together.

And she sure as hell didn’t know about the night where he thrusted into you until the mattress broke, one hand on you and the other on the wall. He looked down at you, listening intently to every little noise that came out of your mouth.

Or about those nights where you listened to his breathy little moans, kissing his neck, leaving hickeys that you had to apply makeup over every time you made them, jerking him off underneath the cover.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Percy this. Percy that. It was always about Percy Jackson. All the fucking time. 

It was always about the Hero of Olympus, the one who defeated Kronos and led the battle of Manhattan, the one who was offered immortality by the king of the gods himself, the one who restored glory to Rome by returning the golden eagle, the one who became praetor of the Roman camp in 2 weeks with limited training. 

His Roman camp. Jason Grace's Roman camp.

Percy Jackson had pulled off everything in 2 weeks that Jason Grace wasn't able to accomplish despite dedicating his whole life for duty. 11 years of blood, sweat and tears, simply gone down the drain.

Jason had failed his camp. He had failed his home. Turns out, he wasn't as great as the people of Rome had once preached about him. It was obvious considering the less than warm welcome he had gotten from his so-called “home”. 

He received no hugs, no cheers, no “we missed you jason!”, no “I was so worried about you!” or even a single pat on the arm by his “friend” Dakota. Dakota and Gwendolyn hadn't even spared a glance at him.

Nothing. Instead, this new Jackson boy was held up to worship like a god amongst the people who once considered Jason a “hero”.

Jason laughed bitterly. Was it selfish of him to be disappointed with Reyna? With a pang, he got to know that Reyna hadn't sent a single search party out to look for her “best friend”. Not like Annabeth did for Percy, not like Thalia did for Percy.

With a pang, he got to know that the whole camp basically deemed him as ‘dead’ and Reyna hadn't even set up a memorial of remembrance for him. The camp had simply moved on with their new hero. Without a single shred of thought for Jason Grace. 

The forgotten Hero. The lost hero. Jason Grace.

These thoughts of doubt gnawed on Jason's mind, slowly eating him up ever since he'd first seen Percy Jackson in those damned praetor togas that once belonged to him. 

He didn't dislike the boy, of course not, it wasn't Percy's fault that Hera wiped their memories or switched camps.

 But it was hard for Jason to not resent him, or feel even the tiniest amount of envy, knowing that Reyna willingly replaced him with Jackson. Very quickly too, at that. He overheard Octavian blabbing to his lackeys about how Reyna “was head over heels for Percy almost immediately” 

“I guess that's it. Maybe I am someone who is easy to replace.” Jason thought, his eyes pricking as he looked over from the flying ship, at the place he once used to call home. 

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Jason watched remorsefully as Thalia, Grover, Percy and Annabeth were all gathered at the table in camp half blood, cracking jokes about dam french fries or whatever that meant.

Thalia caught Jason's eyes, staring at all of them from a distance. She smiled softly, and gave him a tiny wave. He weaved his lips into something that was meant to look like a wry smile, but it came out as a slight grimace, as he waved back.

Thalia was so close to Jason, yet so far away.

He knew she loved him, but it felt different. And an annoying, nagging part of Jason had known that Thalia would never be as close to him as she was to Annabeth or Percy. 

Ironic isn't it? Jason and Thalia were always connected since they came from the same womb, yet she was closer to Annabeth, a girl she'd found after she had run away from the same woman that had given Jason to the wolves. The same woman who had turned his life upside down by abandoning him. 

Thalia had found Annabeth right after she thought she had lost Jason. In a strangely ironic way, Jason felt like he'd been replaced all over again.

Thalia had replaced Jason as a younger sibling with Annabeth without even realizing it, all of this took place mere months after a baby Jason was considered to be dead. This situation had strangely reminded him of Camp Jupiter, how he was replaced by Percy right after Jason was considered “dead” by Camp Jupiter.

This made Jason reach the possibility that if he were indeed “dead”, he wouldn't be missed. People wouldn't bat an eyelash. Since there was always someone better than him. Someone like Percy Jackson, who could easily fill the void Jason would leave behind.

His eyes watered, as he looked at how much fun his sister had with his friends. Knowing full well, that he'd never be able to do the same.

Jason felt ashamed that he had to ask Percy about Thalia’s likes and dislikes, he was thalia’s brother. He was supposed to know.

Jason watched as Thalia quickly hugged the trio, as she left their table to leave with the hunters, not even realizing that there was one person whom she forgot to hug.

Don't take it personally. Don't take it personally. She just forgot. She doesn't hate you. She just forgot. She doesn't prefer Percy over you. She's in a hurry. That's why she forgot. Jason repeated that like a mantra, the only person he was trying to convince was himself.

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“And he rejected immortality!- oh you should've seen Zeus' face!” Annabeth exclaimed to Hazel excitedly, as Percy was blushing at the compliment fountain being poured at him by Hazel and Annabeth.

Jason had always been fascinated by that story, the almighty Percy Jackson getting offered to become a god, by Zeus.

His father. Jason's father, Zeus. 

Jason felt stupid and guilty for getting envious, it's not the fact that Percy had been offered immortality, no. Jason couldn't care less about being immortal. It was the person who offered Percy invincibility that bothered Jason so much. 

Jason knew that even if he went to the ends of the world to accomplish something, his father wouldn't be able to praise him or even talk to him for a long time. 

Zeus and Jason could never be like Hades and Nico, or Poseidon and Percy. That's just how it is.

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Reyna had come to camp half blood for a fun visit. Jason would've been ecstatic in other circumstances, but in this case, he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Because currently, Reyna seemed to be looking at everyone, but refused to meet Jason's eyes. She seemed to keep her distance as she laughed at something Percy and Piper were saying. 

She may as well have just stabbed him, it would've hurt a lot less. 

He had truly been naive to believe that he could make amends with Reyna. Now he knew, it would never be possible. There was too much pain mixed with bitterness on both ends. But seeing her get along with Percy reminded him of the old times of friendship he and Reyna had shared. Keyword: had.

Once again, the fates had shown him that Percy Jackson would always be better. 

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As Jason Grace lay on the cold floor, coughing out blood. He realized he was alone, he was dying, but he was alone.

Like always. The sickly voice of Gaia, that had once haunted his nightmares, boomed in his head. Jason knew he was hallucinating as a result of blood loss, Gaia is in deep slumber. But that did not stop the voice in his head that was invented by his insecurities. Even in the end, you've been forgotten, Jason Grace. Because that's what you will always be. The second best. The leftover. The pawn who is discarded, after his purpose has been fulfilled. Percy Jackson would always be better in everyone's eyes. 

To the Romans, you are simply the one who betrayed his lineage. But Percy is the one who restored glory. He did your job for you.

To the Greeks, you are simply a burden, one whom they were forced to welcome.

To your father, you are merely one of his many sons. 

To your sister, you are a stranger.

Jason's resolve to live had weakened, hot tears were streaming down his face as he closed his eyes in defeat, he had come to the painful conclusion that nobody is going to come find his body. Nobody is going to mourn him.

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“Oh I will always be much better than you at this! Bring it on, dude!” Percy laughed as he striked his play sword lightsaber at Jason's. They clashed. 

“You wish, Jackson!” Jason shot back jokingly, as they sparred playfully with toy lightsabers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Jackson, you jerk. You were right after all, you will always be much better than me” Jason laughed bitterly, as he recalled that memory of his sparring session with Percy.

 Suddenly everything went black. The life had successfully ebbed out of him.

Little did Jason know, was that someone had indeed come to look for him. Tempest, his Pegasus had come to retrieve his body, but Jason was long gone. People had indeed mourned him. His friends were, indeed, anguished. His sister was, indeed, heartbroken.

Jason's soul parted this world, with the knowledge that he'd always be The forgotten Hero. 

The lost hero. Jason Grace.

[xoxochb]

Can you write abt Percy' back, like, swimmers back yk?

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“you are lovely, do you know that?”

“maybe you’ll have to remind me more often.”

a smile paints your mouth. you bite down on your bottom lip in a lousy attempt to stifle any potential giggles threatening to escape.

the pad of your index finger grazes and traces each muscle and contour of percy’s back. his skin is smooth and cold beneath your touch.

there is still a handful of littered scars veiling it. some small and others large. you make sure to place tender kisses to them. in hopes of silently assuring percy that these do not derogate his appearance.

in fact, over the years you have come to realize that there couldn’t possibly be anything in the universe that would detract his physique or looks.

he was half god after all— so to say he looked like a greek god would indeed be a large understatement. it was almost as if he had been blessed by aphrodite herself. but you’d seen his father so you weren’t very surprised to assume that was where most of his looks derived from.

and you are thankful for his eyes. the richest shade of sea green you could find. like the depths of the ocean, taking you in its arms gingerly, comforting and inviting— yet so unbearably easy to drown in. luckily for you, you had always enjoyed being underwater.

“sweet girl.”

you leave the maze of your mind when your favorite voice cuts through the soothing silence of cabin three.

“percy.” you place your hand flat down on his back, emitting your warmth off to him.

“I want to look at you.”

you sigh despite the dreamy smile over your lips. “you’re always looking at me.”

“not now, I’m not.”

“patience, my love.”

you hear as he blows an overly-dramatic raspberry. despite this he settles and melts into the touch of your skin against his.

“did you know,” you begin again. you run your index and middle fingers down his spine lightly. “that I like your back?

his breaths you feel beneath your fingertips. it’s so steady, serene, you’d think he was asleep. but you’d grown used to his heart rate calming within your presence— in percy’s mind, he could never be safer or happier than in your vicinity.

“do you?”

“yes.” you nod, disregarding his lack of vision on you. “it’s nice. and I like your scars. you should swim more.”

“is that a request or a demand?” you hear the beaming smile in his voice.

“both, I suppose.”

“and you say that because…?”

“because.” you place your palm flat over his skin, leaning in to rest your face alongside it. you take in his ocean-like scent. “it will give you muscles.”

“not because you want to see me without a shirt?”

your cheeks flush pink. “no, shut up.”

without warning, or your permission, percy turns around to face you at last. he grins victoriously and excitedly wraps his strong arms around your frame. you make no movement to prevent him from doing so. you’d missed this feeling anyways.

you let your own arms drape sleepily around his shoulders. your eyelids suddenly feel immoderately heavy. the heat both of your bodies together, bare skin against bare skin, is enough to send you into rem sleep easily.

“I’m gonna fall asleep, perce.”

“then sleep, sweet girl, I won’t stop you.”

one of his calloused hands finds the length of your hair, stroking through the strands in a comforting manner. you’d be out within seconds if he kept this up.

and to no ones surprise, you were. with a lingering kiss to your forehead you fell into the arms of hypnos.

(cas and percy best combo! <3)

[demigods-posts]

i have this weird headcanon of percy and annabeth getting married. they says their vows through sobs, hard for the audience to understand, but they hear each other clear as day. the words tattoo on their skin since they kissed underwater all those years ago. chiron officiates and announce them newly weds. they kiss. percy cries into her shoulder and annabeth holds him amid the crowds tearful applause. sally's awaiting by the door with a pistol in her hands in case a monster wants to try her. it's a beautiful sight really. and i should write this.

[winter-rossie]

Solangelo Be Like :-

Expectation: Will: OMG, Nico get Sleep and Eat something. Doctor's Orders. Reality: Nico, Forcing Will down: You better Eat that Ambrosia before I shove it Down your Throat. Oh, and also you look like a Fucking Panda

[percicosoftcore]

percico fanfics are wild 😭 those are literally the second and third paragraph of the first chapter

[valewritessss]

Headcanon that Percy shows Annabeth the Home Alone movie because he thinks she would like the traps and all that but he forgets about the spider scene and it nearly puts Annabeth into a coma

[spider-ghoul]

Luke Castellan x gn! Reader

No cw's :)

Faking dating? No, no no, of course not. Luke would never.

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"It's just so awkward! The other night, he offered me his jacket, Luke! I don't want his fucking jacket-" You paced around your cabin, stopping every few moments to look at Luke Castellan, who was currently sat on your bed. "You'd think that he'd get the hint after a while, but noooooo- How do I tell him to fuck off?"

Luke seemed more amused than anything, and the dumb smile he always had never faded.

One of your friends had recently started acting weird, and it didn't take a genius to know he was into you.

You, very intently, did not feel the same.

"Well maybe if you didn't want anyone in love with you, you should be less loveable." He said, voice dripping with sarcasm and something just a bit more sincere.

"I'm serious, if he throws me one more love sick face, at me I'm gonna puke." Finally, you had stopped pacing, sitting next to Luke on your bed.

"We could date. You know, so that he leaves you alone."

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not doing the fake dating trope with you, Castellan."

"It's not fake. I'm also in love with you. Please date me."

He said it so earnestly, it made you stop for a second.

"Huh?"

"C'mon, it'll solve both our problems! That kid will leave you alone, and I'll get to kiss you-"

"You cannot be serious."

"I'm so serious."

You laughed turning to face him again, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You pause for a moment, the situation caught up to you, and suddenly, your face felt a little hot.

"There's probably worse solutions." You admitted, putting your hand on top of Luke's.

"Arugbly, this is one of the best."

You rolled your eyes again, but that couldn't hide the small smile on your face.

"Whatever. I hope us sucking faces will make him take the hint."

[mediumgayitalian]

"You comfortable?"

Nico lifts his head from the pillow, squinting groggily. Will giggles.

"You don't have to say anything. Just make a general noise of misery if you're actively suffering, and I'll try to fix it."

Nico understand maybe every other word. His head is swimming, his throat aches something awful, and the infirmary is busy; the bags under Will's eyes evidence of the once-monthly outbreak of Just Whatever. Consequence of close proximity to germy children in a small-ish space. Nico is going to quit his day job.

"None of that was words," says Will gently. He reaches out, slow enough for even Nico's affected reflexes to have time to pull away, and rest the back of his blissfully warm hand on his cheek. "You're rambling, darling. And slurring your words."

"H'te k'ds," Nico rasps. "Germy."

Will snorts. "Indeed they are."

"Evil."

"Aw, it's not their fault. They're plenty miserable about it, too. Anyways, you're warm, more than I'd like. Let's get your fever down."

Will pulls his hand away reaching for something beside the cot. Nico mourns its loss. The spattered burn scars that cover Will's hands are, oddly, an unbelievably calming texture -- as much as Will hates them, binding up his forearms to hide the worst of them, Nico loves nothing more than to run the tips of his fingers against them, to hold them to his lips. The map of his dotted, mottled skin sticks cleanly in his memory, as well as he knows the every bending poplar stalks of the Underworld, or the familiar shadows of his cabin. Will's touch had hardly a pulse of healing magic in it, although there is always some, and still the ache in Nico's throat is less, and the ringing in his ear fades to nothing. He twists until he is on his back, leaning against the headboard, and watches Will flutter, watches him easily fill a medicine cup without looking, guide a tired Austin around a heart monitor with his free hand, watches him sweep the noisy infirmary, checking and cataloguing on reflex.

He is handsome, when he works. Even when he is tired. There is something about the infirmary, for all its baggage, that relaxes his shoulders, that reminds him he is needed, he is capable, he is astounding.

Plus, the lighting does actual wonders for his hair. Just Nico's noticing.

"Drink this, please."

Nico takes the little cup, dipping his tongue in to make sure it's tolerable before downing the whole thing. He pretends to be too sick to notice Will's rolled eyes.

"Good boy."

Will's eyes twinkle. He responds to Nico's glare with an easy, crooked grin, leaning down to press a kiss to his flushed cheek before stepping away.

"Okay, go back to sleep. I gotta check on a list of people before Lou comes to switch out with me, so I'll be a while. I'll wake you up before I go, okay? Maybe you'll be well enough to go back to your cabin. I'll take you off saline as soon as its safe."

Nico hums in vague confirmation, watching him write all that down on Nico's chart. Whatever medicine he just took is already taking effect, and his head is heavy, unbalanced. He blinks and he is on the pillows, blankets up to his chin, eyes fighting to stay open.

"Sweet dreams, my love."

The last thing he registers is a slight, lingering pressure on the apple of his cheeks, and then he succumbs to the warmth of Will's touch.

[thebestsetter]

Some people believe Leo would become even more flirty with someone once he's in love, but I think it's the opposite.

I think he'd become so nervous around the person his hair would burst into flames. His face would get all red, and the air around him would smell of soot and smoke.

I picture him as one of those lovesick fools, the ones that write their lover's name with their surname just to see if it matches. The ones who accidentally doodle their face on homework sheets - in his case, blue prints. The ones that make scenarios lf them and the person falling in love before he sleeps. He is all of that, but he takes this whole "love" thing a step ahead.

He already made some projects for your house. Toys for your future children. Heck, he began writing his wedding vows already, even tho he's never asked you on a date before.

He constantly practices how to speak to you in front of a mirror. Every time he gets a glimpse of you, he passes his hands through his hair to make him look better. He never touches your face with his hands full of oil, cause he doesn't wanna make your face dirty - and he knows how much you HATE feeling dirty (ofc he does, he knows everything about you).

You're the one he opens up the most to. He often makes you have to sleep in bunker 9 because he needs to let it all out. And when you comfort him, caressing his hair while he lays on your lap and whispering words of affirmation and assurance, he can't help but fall a little more.

And even though he knows you deserve much more than this - much more than him - he isn't selfish enough to give you up just yet. He just needs a chance - and a little more courage.