#one slice of Percy’s sword and it’s over

[thehalfbloodfreak]

The Percy Jackson show has so. much. potential.

[triptuckers]

I've got you - percy jackson

Request: yeah! "percy x fem!reader are on an unofficial quest together just before the big titan war (so set just before last olympian). idk what the quest is but basically reader gets injured during a fight w a bunch of monsters and percy goes a little crazy and does everything he can to protect her and once all the monsters are dead he’s super gentle and sweet w her??" Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  you're busy battling a handful of monsters when for a second it looks as if it might be your last fight. luckily, percy is there Warnings:  fighting, mentions of blood, injuries, swearing, angst Word count:  1K A/N: the show creators need to add grover's song from ep3 to spotify because it's been stuck in my head since wednesday. thanks for your request, enjoy!

gods forbid you're ever on a quiet quest.

you can't wait to get this over with so you can go back to camp and actually get a decent amount of undisturbed sleep.

the other kids at camp are probably spending their afternoon relaxing, or polishing their weapons, or sitting by the lake, or literally anything that's peaceful. not you and percy.

you're busy getting rid of at least half a dozen monsters.

percy's is in the distance, fighting his way through a couple of monsters. he's a blur of movement and you occasionally hear him curse or make a sound.

you know percy can handle himself. but it doesn't stop you from looking over your shoulder every once in a while, to check on him.

the second time you try to catch a glimpse of percy, it's a mistake.

you feel something sharp sink into your side.

with one swing of your sword you decapitate the monster, but not before his fang breaks off, still stuck in your leg.

'oh fuck.' you mutter as you see blood start to gush out of the wound around the fang.

but there's no time to rest. another monster lashes out at you, raking his claws through your shoulder.

you yell out in pain, getting percy's attention.

you drive your sword through the monster just as percy starts running toward you.

'fuck.' you mutter, looking at your leg.

well, that doesn't look good. you know demigods don't live long. but you would have liked some more time with percy. preferably when you don't have to fight monsters.

'y/n!' yells percy, who has nearly reached you.

'percy...' you say as he catches you before you fall to the ground.

'shit, hold on.' says percy. he carefully lowers you to the ground in his arms. there's a panicked look in his eyes as he looks at your leg.

he quickly reaches down and tears off a piece of his shirt.

'percy!' you yell, looking at a monster that's running towards the two of you at full speed.

with one swift motion, percy slices through the monster with his sword, then he drops it and turns back to you.

he pulls you towards him and wraps the piece of his shirt around your thigh, above your wound.

'how many behind me?' he says.

you look over his shoulder, quickly counting the monsters that are making their way to you. it doesn't look good. 'seven.'

'sorry.'

'wait, for what-'

you're cut off as percy pulls the knot tight, sending a sharp pain through your leg.

'fuck! percy!' you curse.

'I said sorry. stay here do not pull that out.' says percy, pointing at the fang that's still stuck in your leg. he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before turning around and charging the monsters.

you knew percy could fight but holy shit.

it's like he moves with unnatural speed as he works his way through the monsters, making sure none of them slip past him to you.

even more so, he makes it look easy. almost god-like.

when you overheard someone from your cabin say that he's the most powerful demigod of your generation, you thought "sure he's a poseidon kid, it makes sense". you hadn't really thought much of it.

to you percy had always been, well, percy.

he always makes you laugh with bad jokes and saves you a spot at the campfire. he'll walk with you to your cabin if it's raining so you wouldn't get soaked. he prefers to sleep with you next to him, claiming it's so he won't get nightmares, but you know it's because he just wants to use you as his pillow.

but as you see him fighting off the monsters, lashing out and stabbing them like it's nothing, you realise what others see when they look at him.

suddenly percy is in front of you again, brushing monster dust off of his shoulder like it's no big deal.

'you okay?' he says, kneeling in front of you. he reaches out to gently cup your face.

you're silent as you look at him.

'y/n?' he says, looking you in your eyes, brows furrowed.

'did I mention I'm like, really really in love with you?' you say.

percy smiles briefly. 'yeah you've mentioned it.' he says. 'how are you feeling?'

'lucky to have you on my side.'

'I meant your leg, y/n.' he says, moving so he can inspect your leg.

'still hurts.'

'that shoulder also looks bad.' says percy. 'listen, I'll pull the fang out and give you nectar but it will still hurt, okay? then we'll look at your shoulder.'

'alright, make it quick.'

percy nods, then hands you some nectar.

'want me to count down?' he asks.

you nod, reaching out to take one of his hands in yours.

percy wraps his free hand around the fang.

you take a deep breath and nod at percy.

percy looks you in the eye and gives you an encouraging smile. 'sorry in advance. 3... 2... 1!'

with one swift motion he pulls the fang out. blood gushes out of the wound and the pain is unbearable. you close your eyes and feel how percy gently pushes the nectar to you and you take a sip.

it tastes like the drink sally made for you when you visited percy's home for the first time.

you keep your eyes closed as you wait for the pain to go away. you can feel percy rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, comforting you.

'it's already helping.' says percy softly.

you reach out and wrap your arms around percy.

'it's okay. I've got you.' says percy, holding you close. 'we can sit here for a while, but then we have to keep moving, okay?'

'okay.' you say, feeling percy press a kiss to your forehead.

you're really glad percy's here with you. if it weren't for him, you're not sure you would have made it back to camp in one piece, or at all.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

[wlntrsldler]

keep that to yourself | luke castellan

song: keep that to yourself by tristan

synopsis: luke survives the battle of manhattan and returns to camp half blood. he sees you and apologizes for all the damage he's done.

a/n: not associated with my other exbf!luke one shot, just obsessed with writing exbf!luke rn lol. please listen to the song bc it actually broke me.

luke castellan was never mean to you. he was always the boy with the kind eyes and gentle smile. the boy who was the first camper you met at 16 when you stumbled into camp half blood, terrified and partly relieved that you'd finally found sanctuary after two years of fending for yourself.

he offered his bed to you when you walked into the hermes cabin, stating that nobody deserved to sleep on the hardwood floors in a sleeping bag on their first night at camp. it was unusual for the head counselor to give up the bed they earned for a new camper, but you didn't know that then. you didn't question why luke never offered it to any new campers who entered the cabin throughout the years.

luke castellan was never mean to you. he was always the boy who stole extra pieces of dessert at dinner because he knew you had a sweet tooth. he noticed that when it came to burning offerings, you'd always frown knowing that you'd have to save your dessert to pray to your parent, so he started stealing an extra slice of cake or a fruit platter or the corner piece of the brownies.

when he passed by your table, he'd slide the plate on your tray and offer a shy smile before walking away. the grateful look in your eye every time he did this was cemented in his brain. you looked at him with so much adoration in your eyes and luke promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you looking at him like that.

luke castellan was never mean to you. he was always the boy who spent too much time helping you train because once kronos started visiting his dreams, he knew he wouldn't always be there to protect you. he would stay in that secluded part of the woods with you until the sun disappeared from the sky.

he would push you to your limit and you'd give it your all until your bones ached and you collapsed in exhaustion in his arms. then, he would kiss your temple and tell you that you did so well and joke that you were going to surpass him as the best swordsman at camp soon enough. you'd end the night winding down, pointing out the constellations in the sky, until the ominous sounds of the creatures lurking would force the two of you to retire to your respective cabins. he'd bid you goodnight with a soft kiss to your lips and a promise that he'll be outside your cabin door, bright and early, ready to take on the world with you the next day.

luke castellan was never mean to you, until he was. the fireworks in the sky illuminated his face in an eerie way, fire and anger dancing in the brown of his eyes as he pointed his sword at percy. you screamed at him to stop, to drop his sword, and he scoffed at you, calling you a traitor for taking the side of a boy you'd only met a few days ago. he accused you of betraying him, of never loving him, because you turned your back on him.

his words still ring in your ears years later. and when he walked into camp half blood, terrified and partly relieved thinking that the worst was over, that kronos was gone and he managed to survive the battle of manhattan, all you could think of was how he spoke to you that night.

there was a pain in your chest when he walked in with annabeth and percy. there were new scars on his body, two new ones that joined the scar on his face that you used to kiss. he looked older, too, sunken eyes and a slight hunch to his back, but he still looked like luke. your luke.

when he saw you, there was a stutter in his step that had percy gripping his arm to keep him steady. when the younger boy realized what luke was looking at, he offered you a small, apologetic smile. you tried to return the gesture, but your lips formed a grimace. you clutched your chest, standing frozen in your spot as your eyes raked over luke's body.

"y/n."

you closed your eyes at the sound of your name leaving his lips. it hurts to hear it. you gulped, blinking away the tears that were pooling in your eyes. when you finally found the strength to move, luke broke away from percy's grip and walked towards you, despite the warnings from the kids behind him.

there hasn't been a day since he left where luke didn't regret the way he left things with you. he wasn't himself then, but even that didn't excuse the way he treated you. he'd spent too many nights practicing what he would say to you, how he would apologize, how he would plead for your forgiveness if the gods showed him mercy and somehow blessed him with the opportunity to see you again.

now that he had the chance, he realized that it was not a blessing. this was a punishment from the gods; a punishment for his actions in the last few years, a punishment worse than death. you were looking at him like you hated him, like you wanted nothing to do with him. you looked at him like he was a stranger to you and it killed him slowly because he still felt like you were every memory, every hope, every lifeline he'll ever have.

luke knew he couldn't blame you. you had a million reasons to walk away from him right now and leave him here with his tail tucked between his legs. he ruined the one good thing in his life the night he spoke to you like that and accused you of never loving him. how did he ever think that? how did he ever doubt you when you've shown him nothing but the good in this god-forsaken life? it haunted him. it still haunts him.

"don't."

luke's lips formed a straight line. he looked down at your feet, a shudder trickling down his spine when he saw the fading doodles on your shoes that he drew with sharpie years ago.

"you don't get to talk to me," you said. "you don't get to do that, okay?"

"i just want to apologize."

"you don't get to do that," you repeated, voice wavering as you spoke. you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, clenching your jaw, "it's not fair."

"y/n, please," he begged, "please."

"no, i've grieved losing you already," you croaked out, crossing your arms over your chest, "i've already accepted that i lost you. you don't get to come back to my life for any reason."

"baby..."

"you're so mean, luke," you cried, pushing him back. he let you shove him and hit his chest. he knew you were pulling your punches. he stood there and took it, biting his bottom lip as he watched you break down in front of him, unable to hold you in his arms. "you're so fucking mean, you know that? you were gone for years and so many people died and got hurt because of you. and you come in here and use how i feel about you to your advantage. how fucking cruel can you be?"

"i know, i know, i messed up really badly, but you gotta believe me. i didn't do it to hurt you."

you scoffed, backing away from him, "but you did."

"luke," annabeth approached the two of you, placing a hand on luke's back. "we should go, get you checked out at the infirmary."

you sniffled, wrapping your arms around yourself as you looked away to hide your tears from the pair. luke reached out to touch you, but he quickly dropped his hand when you flinched. his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. he wiped his eyes, giving annabeth a small nod.

he looked back at you, hoping that your eyes would meet his, but you never turned around. luke sighed sadly, following his younger sister to the infirmary. you didn't turn around to watch him leave until he turned the corner, disappearing from your view.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i’m always going to protect you, no matter what p2

pair: Percy Jackson x reader

requested by anonymous

please please please part 2 of i’m always going to protect you, no matter what. or just any protective!percy. you’re such a good write 💞

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The quiet of the camp didn’t last long.

You had barely settled into the cabin after returning from the fight when a sharp alarm echoed through the camp. The noise pierced through the air, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Instantly, Percy was on his feet, eyes sharp, hand already reaching for his sword.

“They’re back,” he muttered under his breath.

You shot up, the memory of the dracaena still fresh in your mind. “Who?”

“I don’t know,” Percy said, but his expression told you enough. Something worse was out there. “But we need to go. Now.”

Without a second thought, he grabbed your hand, pulling you out the door. His grip was tight, protective, as if he was afraid to let you go. You barely had time to process what was happening before you were out in the open, the cold night air biting at your skin.

The camp was in chaos. Demigods were running in every direction, weapons drawn, shouting warnings and orders to each other. And then you saw it — a group of dracaenae, more than before, slithering through the trees, their spears gleaming in the dim light. But they weren’t alone. Towering above them was a massive cyclops, its single eye scanning the camp with a menacing glow.

“Get behind me,” Percy ordered, his voice low and urgent as he drew his sword.

“Percy, we need to—”

“I said get behind me,” he snapped, his eyes flashing with a fierceness that made you freeze. He was in full protective mode now, his body tensed and ready to fight. You had seen him like this before, but something about this moment felt different. He wasn’t just fighting for survival — he was fighting for you.

Before you could protest, the cyclops let out a roar and charged straight toward you both, its massive feet shaking the ground with every step. Percy didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, sword raised, meeting the beast head-on.

“Stay back!” he shouted over his shoulder as he dodged a swing from the cyclops’s club.

But there was no way you were going to just stand there. Your heart pounded as you scanned the ground, looking for anything that could help. A broken spear lay a few feet away, and without thinking, you grabbed it. You knew you weren’t as skilled as Percy, but you weren’t helpless either.

Just as the cyclops swung again, Percy ducked, slicing at its leg with his sword. The beast bellowed in pain, but it wasn’t enough to bring it down. The dracaenae were closing in, hissing and ready to strike.

“Percy!” you called, panic rising in your throat.

He glanced back at you for the briefest second, and in that moment, one of the dracaenae lunged toward him. You acted on instinct, hurling the broken spear at her. It struck her in the side, enough to make her stumble, but she turned her attention toward you, eyes blazing with fury.

Before she could reach you, Percy was there. He moved faster than you’d ever seen, his sword flashing in the moonlight as he cut the dracaena down in one swift motion. He turned to you, breathing hard, eyes wide with worry.

“I told you to stay back,” he said, his voice tight with fear and frustration. But before you could respond, the cyclops roared again, swinging its massive club down at both of you.

Percy shoved you out of the way, throwing himself in front of you as the club came crashing down. It missed by inches, but the force of the impact sent both of you sprawling to the ground.

“Are you okay?” he asked, scrambling to his feet and pulling you up with him, his hands checking you over for injuries before he turned back to the fight.

“Yeah, but—”

Before you could finish, the cyclops lunged again. This time, Percy didn’t wait. He charged at it, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. He was a blur of movement, dodging the cyclops’s attacks and striking back with brutal efficiency.

But the cyclops wasn’t going down easily. It swung its club again, and this time, Percy wasn’t fast enough. The club caught him in the side, sending him flying backward into a tree.

“Percy!” you screamed, running toward him, but the dracaenae were closing in again, cutting off your path.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you raised your broken spear, preparing to defend yourself. But before you could make a move, Percy was back on his feet, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead. His eyes locked on the dracaenae, and something shifted in him — a protective fury that burned brighter than you had ever seen.

“Get away from her!” Percy roared, his voice echoing through the trees as he charged forward, sword blazing with energy. He cut through the dracaenae with a ferocity that took your breath away, his every move calculated and deadly. In moments, the creatures were gone, dissolving into golden dust around him.

You barely had time to react before Percy was in front of you again, his hands gripping your shoulders as he looked you over, panic still etched on his face.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice strained, eyes scanning you for any sign of injury.

“No, I’m fine. Percy, you—”

“I told you to stay back,” he repeated, his voice cracking this time. He pulled you into a tight embrace, his body trembling with adrenaline and fear. “You could have been killed.”

“So could you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him, holding him as tightly as he was holding you.

“I don’t care about me,” Percy said, his voice raw. “I care about you. I can’t lose you.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him, your heart aching at the intensity in his eyes. “You’re not going to lose me,” you said softly. “But you can’t protect me if you don’t take care of yourself too.”

He nodded, his forehead resting against yours, his breath still ragged. “I’ll try. For you. I swear I will.”

You smiled, brushing a hand through his hair.

Percy kissed you then, hard and desperate, as if trying to reassure himself that you were still there, still safe.

[snexy-the-snail]

Ants suck

The day was going rather well. Percy felt well-rested from the previous night, even if he was tagging along with a massive trip worldwide. Training didn't end with anyone needing to get patched up; there was a double bonus there. He took a deep breath, admiring the scenery. It was a warm summer day, and the air was nice and crisp. A double bonus was that he could hear the reed pipes of the stars playing in the distance. It wouldn't hurt to do a border check. Sure, the fleece was reinforcing it, but there were still weak points that would sometimes be thin enough that a lesser monster could weasel their way into. It was irritating mostly due to the younger demigods being overwhelmed or really any demigod not involved in the wars.

"Let's see what we're working with- out of boundaries, out of boundaries." He murmurs under his breath, watching a few hellhounds fight over an uprooted tree. Nothing seemed out of place until the hair on his neck rose. Something was..wrong. A loud hiss sounded, and in seconds, he had Riptide out, his breath catching in his throat. Very wrong.

"Look, how about we call it a day, huh? You leave and don't die, and I go back to camp to say this is off limits?" He says, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. Whatever this monster was, it set off all his demigod warning signs. Part of him wanted to bag it instead, actually; not all of his instincts were yelling at him to back off, which rarely happens nowadays.

The clicking hisses got louder, and no monster had appeared yet. His eyes darted everywhere, trying to get some sense of what he was up against. The ground started to shake, which was not boding well, considering he wasn't the one shaking it.

Suddenly, a massive ant burst from the ground, pinchers nearly slicing his hand off.

"Shit."

He thought they had somewhat cleared the fuckers out. Myrmerkes weren't in the top 10 of his favorite monsters to fight; they were nearly impossible to fight. He grimaces, dodging as a stream of acid sprays at him, the droplets spattering on him. Anything to touch the surrounding, which sucked, considering his arm took the brunt of it.

"You suck- this like vintage, you know?" He grunts, paring the pinchers with his sword, but the clash sounds wrong. Then again, that might be the pounding of his heart in his ears. Last time, he hadn't really fought these things, instead tactically retreating.

The stupid thing seemed to remember him, which majorly was shitty, considering it let out a piercing wail, the ground rumbling.

"You're tattling on me? Seriously?" He snaps, his eyes wide in horror as multiple heads start popping out of the dirt, massive pinchers dripping with their acid saliva. There was no way he could fight all of them. Hell, fighting even one was a risk, the possibility of getting paralyzed and then..taken wherever the nest was. Who would find him? It wasn't like he had told anyone where he was going.

Percy felt fear a lot, but standing there in the middle of the massive bugs, just knowing that it took a few whacks to even get into their exoskeleton. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes scanning the scene. 10. At least 10, pinchers clashing as they stood in place, their black eyes focused on his sword. 10 giant ants that sucked to kill, spit acids, and could drag him into the abyss.

"Well.. this is how I die, a bunch of stupid bugs.."

He raises Riptide, the leaves and dirt crunching as he shifts his weight.

It was a blur, fighting off the pinchers, getting sprayed with acid when he wasn't fast enough, and the constant shaking wails to call in reinforcements. He lets a strained yell out when a pincher closes around his arm, forcing him to drop his weapon, the others swarming him.

"I die to a bunch of bugs. Two wars, and this is how I die." He thinks bitterly, squeezing his eyes shut. He really didn't want to see if they were going to tear him apart there or just drag him into the ground. He was paralyzed. He knew that much. He could feel the pressure of all pinchers around his ankle, the stretching of the dirt as he was pulled over it. He felt bile rising up into his throat, panic seizing his chest. He didn't want to die.

He didn't want to die.

This was something he couldn't get out of alone.

Who could even help him right now?

The heavy scent of grapes filled the air. This was weird because Percy had been smelling nothing but dirt and acid for the past. How long he had been dragged.

Everything started shaking, but instead of the dread he had felt earlier, relief practically sang through his core. This was..good? He hisses out in pain when he's lifted up, warmth cushioning his body, circling around him..easing the pain a little. He cracked an eye open, only to quickly shut it when his vision started to swim, making him dizzy. Not great. And it had taken so much energy to do that.

Piecing wails really started to get loud, to the point Percy really wished he could plug his ears. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut tight, trying to at least wriggle in discomfort.

Sweet relief rushed over him as darkness and warmth sealed around him- oh damnit. Mr.D found him, didn't he? This was literally so embarrassing, more so when a rolling pressure pulled him down. It was embarrassing, though sweet. The God had found him in the middle of nowhere and saved him. Actually, he saved him with no prompting or offerings.

He didn't even drop into the stomach, somehow sliding into the soft flesh, the scent of grapes strong. It was a lot sharp, too, the buzz of divine energy like a rumbling racing through him. Man, he knew that energy; Mr. D was pissed off. A feeling he was used to, but this was sharper. Less of a buzz and more like a tingling sensation like when Clarisse hit him with her spear- only oddly pleasant.

"You, Perseus Jackson-" Oh, his voice was totally dripping his anger. Was that a concern? Maybe Percy wasn't sure he cared all that much right now. "Are a mess of trouble. I should just turn you into a dolphin and send you to your father." Mr.D finished.

A pressure encircled him, the flesh rippling and tight around him. It wasn't like he could move right now, the touch strangely comforting. He lets a breath out, squeezing his eyes shut as the warmth soothed any lasting injuries and paralysis.

"And you were bitten. Lovely." an exasperated sigh surrounds him, the flesh rippling around him before the pressure starts moving in a circular motion. Percy can't help but crack a smile. It took a lot of energy, but it was worth it. For how often Mr. D called him a brat, acted aloof, and straight-up threatened them, he sure came to the rescue when it was needed.

There was no way God should have known where he had gone. The paralysis was strong- man, he forgot how crappy it felt too. Someone really should just get rid of these things.

"At least it shut you up, hmm?" Dionysus murmurs, his tone much softer this time. Percy would've rolled his eyes if it wouldn't have taken so much effort. God was enjoying this way too much.

"I'll cancel your little sword class, probably for the best. I swear you're stabbed through nearly every week."

Percy let a puff of protest out, his lips tugging down after a bit of a battle with his frozen muscles. It wasn't every week; some kids just got a little excited when it came to swinging around a sword, and sometimes he, admittedly, wasn't paying attention cause, come on, sometimes, little kids have a smidge of sense. The muscle ripples around him, a chuckle rumbling over over his senses. He closes his eyes, deciding that keeping them shut would probably be less tiring.

"Either way, you're going to rest. It's not like you can do much else like this, hmm?" Dionysus murmurs, Percy hating that smug tone. Why were all gods like that? Smug and intolerable. There wasn't much else he could do at the moment anyway. Any move he could do was small and, in general, seemed like a battle, and he wasn't going to exhaust himself trying to smile.

It wasn't so bad, he supposed. At least he didn't die in one of the most embarrassing ways at least.

[sweetsdereese]

To Give A Praetor His Shots

summary: With flu season around the corner, everyone is getting their shots updated.

pair: Percy Jackson x Jason Grace

genre: slice of life, fluffish, humor

warnings: slight flirting, getting vaccines, dragging someone

word count: 832

               Now it’s not that Jason is adverse to getting checkups, he just doesn’t like getting shots. So, as flu season approaches, and everyone is getting their vaccines up to date. Jason, the clever and capable legionnaire that he is, has been ‘avoiding’ everyone. Waiting for an available appointment time, to not get sick of course. He wasn’t running away and hiding from people so he wouldn’t have to get his shots, that definitely isn’t what he is doing.

               Which is why he feels no guilt in staying in his cabin after having given Will the slip in arts and crafts. Jason is looking over some papers sent over by the Senate, fidgeting by tapping his pen against the frame of his glasses. Only looking up from the pile of papers when he hears the grand golden eagle statue, that hides the cabin’s rooms, shifting. The door to his room opens to reveal Percy in his usual camp attire of jeans and the camp’s bright orange shirt.

               “Hey Percy, I thought you were busy with giving campers sword lessons till 4?” Jason slightly questions, setting his pen down onto his desk as he turns his chair to face him.

               “I was but our resident head doctor came to me for help, saying that there is a cabin whose camper hasn’t gone to get their shots” Percy says as he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed across his chest.

               “Oh? I’m sure that the camper has good reason or just hasn’t had the time to go get their shots” Jason reasons, no longer meeting Percy’s gaze.

               “Possibly, or he hates getting shots and acts like a dog in a human costume” Percy says as he strides over and before Jason knows it, he is slung over Percy’s shoulder.

               “No Percy, set me back down. I have papers that I need to handle, I’ll go later” Jason says as he tries to get Percy to set him down as the other boy heads out of his room and down his cabin’s stairs.

               “I was born in the day, but it wasn’t yesterday. You’ll just keep avoiding getting your shots and that’s not happening on my watch” Percy sasses as he manages to open the door and carries Jason out.

               “I don’t want to get my shots, they hurt” Jason argues as he half-heartedly struggles in Percy’s hold.

               “It’s just a pinch then you – Hey! No nipping!” Percy scolds.

               Jason uses this opportunity to use his full weight to roll out of his grip, landing on the ground with a soft groan. As he goes to get up to run, he feels hands on his ankles tugging him back. Flipping onto his back, sending a scowl toward Percy.

               “You aren’t getting away that fast. I saved Olympus, I will be damned if I can’t get you to get your shots” Percy says, adjusting his grip on Jason’s ankles before tugging him along the road.

               Jason wasn’t making it easy for Percy. Letting him drag his full body weight which left drag marks in the ground in their wake.

               “I shouldn’t have shown you how to get the eagle statue to reveal my cabin’s rooms” Jason grumbles, arms crossed across his chest as he pouts.

               “Yeah Yeah pretty boy, I’m just the worst for taking care of you. Remember this later” Percy says, rolling his eyes at Jason’s dramatics.

               Finally, they arrive at the infirmary, Percy heaves him up and into the cabin before plopping him onto one of the infirmary’s beds.

               “Alright, Will, shoot him” Percy tiredly says as he gestures to Jason, tired from dragging him across camp.

               “What?” Will questions as he finishes bandaging a camper’s arm.

               “Jason is here for his shots. Now please do them before he tries to make a break for it” Percy says as he sits at the edge of the bed.

               “Though I would prefer being shot over getting shots” Jason chimes in.

               “No” Will and Percy exclaim at the same time.

               Will rids himself of his medical gloves before getting the syringes, vials, and other supplies. Putting new gloves on as he takes a seat in front of Jason.

               Percy notices the slight tug on the scarred side of Jason’s lips, a nervous habit he’s noticed about Jason. He softly guides Jason to look at him instead of at Will who’s preparing to give him his shots.

               “Hey, how about after this we go sneak into the kitchens and get snacks” Percy says softly.

               “Can we see if there are brownies?” Jason asks.

               “Of course, maybe they’ll have these extra fudgy ones you love” Percy replies.

               “Well, you’re all done” Will interrupts, having already put dog patterned band aids on Jason.

               “Thank you Will” Jason says sheepishly.

               “It’s no problem. You can grab a lollipop on your way out” Will assure before starting to clean up.

               Percy and Jason grab a lollipop each from the glass jar before heading out to raid the kitchen.

[pigcowboys]

hcs for percy x child of athena!reader that’s like, badass and super good at fighting/using knives/swords/other weaponry/ in a fight but is like super emotionally closed off?

-bitey anon (if that’s not taken)

pairing: percy jackson x artemis!reader

summary: headcanons for percy with a reader who's a child of artemis.

warning(s): slight mentions of blood, cursing, weapons (even if that even counts lol!), established relationship and sickeningly sweet fluff.

a/n: OMG HELLO BITEY ANON!! its not taken yet!! this is such a cool request i hope you enjoy what i did, sorry it took a moment!! and im so so sorry to anyone who's sent in a request!! i swear i'm trying to finish them all :( life is just..lifeing rn.

requests are currently closed!

okay so first of all i HAVE to talk about the beef percy and artemis must have.

like yo who is this guy? and why is he interested in her child? her only child too.

she's like that one person who's secretly praying on your downfall and really doesn't care if you two know it.

she most likely warmed up to the idea of you two dating over time because, to be honest - she likes percy.

would never say it to his face though, he has a big enough head.

BUT ON TO THE DATING!

hmm percy with a more closed off s/o is kind of hard to imagine.

hes so expressive and open i feel like he'd try his hardest to get his s/o to open up.

would NEVER push you to do anything though - he'd never wanna make you feel uncomfortable, after all.

"good morning my beautiful demi-god, how'd you sleep?" "like a rock., those bed are so fucking hard" "i may have a solution to your problem.."

"percy you've been caught like 6 times trying to sneak into my cabin.." "7th times a charm."

bro he probably fell in love with you the first time he saw you fighting.

you two were probably on some random quest and you had gotten ambushed by a couple of monsters.

he wanted to the boyfriend-y thing and help fend off the monsters so he could impress you.

he was doing great for little till you joined in and started helping him fight as well.

literally could NOT keep his eyes off you, you were so cool!!

he was going to make some really cool and suave quip while you were fighting to see a smile or something when he was hit in the face by a particularly angry monster.

attack sent him flying back a bit - totally made him scuff his shoes.

was happy you were able to finish off the monster that hit him but was slightly embarrassed that he got hit.

though, he did enjoy you feeding him some nectar per his own request.

i think he'd be like obsessed with the way you fight.

i mean, how couldn't he? you look so cool when you're doing all that swinging and slicing..he's so proud of you.

may or may not have been victim of a slice to his cheek from getting to close to you while you were training but seriously doesn't count it as you being reckless - he needed to be more careful.

"holy shit — are you okay?" "uhh..probably..? why is there something on my face?" "i think i..nipped you." "nipped me?" "you're..bleeding." "oh."

percy's a great guy but i feel like he'd also worry like 10x more about you because of you being slightly closed off.

checks in with you like every few minutes even if you've already told him you're okay.

you'd be woken up at like 12 pm from his texts alone.

always calling to make sure you're okay while he's away from camp half-blood on a quest or just hanging out somewhere on his college campus.

you do love that he's so caring!

you just..hate getting that stupid notification sound every few hours.

he'd be crushed if you ever told him that though so, you just deal with it.

honestly i don't think he'd care too much if you were closed off - it's all the same to him!

your aversion to speaking up while not stop him from going out of his way to surprise you with different gifts or with random hugs.

may or may not sniff your clothes slightly when he does hug you.

don't tell him you notice it, he'd die.

"what's that?" "a plushie, for you." "..why?" "didn't you say this was your favorite animal?" "oh..perce.. "

though, i feel like the only time you being closed off would be a problem would be when you two have an argument.

he's very open to hearing your side but hates when you don't let him know you have a problem

how else is he supposed to find a way to help?

overall though, you two would get along just great!!!

invites you out with him after you're done training whenever he can just so he can spend time with you.

doesn't even matter where you two are going.

yeah no, he thinks you're so awesome.

[yenqa]

die first

❥・ genre ⇢ enemies to lovers, angst, hurt no comfort, demigod/percy jackson au, reader is child of athena and jake a child of hermes warnings ⇢ major character death, blood and monsters, weapons (swords), pain?? crying, plz tell me if there’s more pairing ⇢ son of hermes!jake x child of athena!reader (female) wc ⇢ 855

dying wasn’t really like a big deal to you.

it was until you were thrust into a world where you had to fight mythical creatures every day just because you were a demigod.

you were tired, actually. you couldn’t get close to anyone without being scared of their death or even dying.

so, you closed off. you couldn’t be hurt if you didn’t even know them, right?

when there was a war against kronos, you didn’t care that everyone was dying, i mean, you didn’t even know them.

an unknown monster scratches your shoulder, and you yelp, pulling yourself together to stab the monster basically on you. watching the dust coat your newly cleaned sword.

"what happened, sword girl? can’t keep up with the battle?" jake teases, slicing through the three coming for him.

you sigh "now’s not the right time for jokes, jester," you say, trying your best to hold off monsters coming at you.

jake was basically the only person you knew. well, sort of.

he was the only person to ever capture the flag with you watching, and he laughed as he ran with it. that day, the opposing team won, which also resulted in you gaining a new enemy—technically, he was your only enemy, but who’s counting? ever since, you’ve been trying to one-up each other at everything, from who gets more oracles to who can skip rocks the farthest.

you wipe the sweat off your forehead, catching your breath before charging at the monster behind jake, missing the stab to the heart just by a few centimeters. the dust explodes over you.

"gross," you whisper quietly.

"care about me that much, sword girl? i didn’t know you wanted to keep me alive that much," he says, with your back pressed to yours.

"you wish."

the battle continues, with a swarm of monsters surrounding you two.

you try to slice the few monsters coming for you, quickly taking your sword back to stab another. you can feel blood forming on your shoulder from the scratch, growing stiff and tired.

focused on your shoulder, you don’t realize that a pit scorpion was creeping behind the small crowd you gained.

"y/n watch out!" jake yells, and you aren’t sure why.

he launches himself in front of you, shielding you from the sting.

he instantly falls to the ground, a red welt forming on his chest.

"fuck, jester, why would you do that?" you help him up. letting him lean on you as you fight through the crowd.

he speaks incoherently, and god, you walk as fast as you can.

"healers? healer, i need a healer!" you cry and cry.

but no one answers; people drop to the floor, fighting as you look around as quickly as you can. where the fuck are the healers?

you scream in pain as another monster claws at your leg. you do your best to kick it off, running to wherever.

"chaewon, do you have ambrosia?" you quickly say, and she seems shocked, "n-no i’m sorry, y/n. but there are more healers over there." she points, and you nod, putting jake's weight on you as you pull him as fast as you can.

"ambrosia! i need ambrosia, please!" you beg.

you’re quickly given a bag of ambrosia, you quickly lay jake down, forcing open his mouth and stuffing the sweet food in.

"jake? jake are you there? fuck—can you see me?" your vision blurs as tears start wetting his shirt. he chuckles weakly.

"don’t fucking laugh, jester? are you there?"

"you called me jake."

"what? what are you talking about?"

he smiles ever so slightly and says, "you called me jake, you never call me jake."

you scoff lightly, "i do, all the time. but that’s not important," you say, wiping the tears forming again. "are you okay?"

"i feel sleepy."

you cup his face, and you feel his thumb on your cheek, wiping your tears away.

"jake, please, keep your eyes on me." you beg, and he smiles.

"i love it when you say my name; can you say it more often?" he whispers.

"i’ll say it whenever you want, jake, just please. stay awake." you sniffle.

"don’t cry, pretty. please don’t cry."

"i’ll stop, just please, stay awake."

"i’m sorry."

he slowly closes his eyes, letting his body go limp.

"fuck—jake, are you there? please. jake?"

you call his name an infinite number of times. but he never answers.

and you pray and pray that you die instead of him. you beg to every god ever known, but none of then ever answer.

you lay on his chest, wetting his shirt with your flowing tears.

you feel a soft arm on your back, which you rip off.

"get the fuck off me!" you yell, turning with puffy eyes to see a scared chaewon.

"oh shit—i’m sorry chae, i just-"

"it’s okay, everything will be okay, y/n." she cuts you off, placing her soft hand on your back once again and slightly rubbing it.

but it’s not okay. it’s not okay at all. not when you're still alive, and jake's dead right in front of you. nothings okay.

you didn’t care much about anyone, but watching him die in front of you made you realize, you’d do anything to die first.

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[abbofff]

Meeting a pretty girl

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  I don't know at what point in the trip I fell asleep, but I was awakened by a loud war cry. Before I could recognize my surroundings, the van was hit on the passenger side, and we were spun around for several meters.

  When the van stopped spinning, I took off my seat belt and got out as best as I could.

  When I got to my feet, I realized I was in a forest at night and that 3 guys about 10 feet tall holding sledgehammers were in front of me.

  They wore rags and on their necks were necklaces with shark teeth.

  Now im sure im not hallucinating. The hot liquid running down my forehead was a sign of that.

  I felt an electrifying adrenaline rush through my entire body. My instinct told me to grab the hair clip that was clipped to the belt loop of my jeans.

  When I unclipted it and it was on my hand, it turned into a fucking sword.  

  It was a beautiful sword, the hilt matched the emerald green of the hair clip, “καταιγίδα” was engraved on its guard (and for some reason I knew it meant “tempest”), its edge seemed to be made of gold and on its fuller was a electrifying blue line. My hand fit perfectly on the handle of it.

  When I looked back at the monsters, they were already walking slowly towards me, fiddling with their weapons. I could feel their cold gaze of one eye analyzing mine.

    - Aaah, so that's why the smell was so strong, huh? Looks like uncle was right, guys.  - Said the tallest guy. 

  The other two let out cold laughter. 

  They started walking towards me with sick smiles on their faces. I have no fucking idea what's going on, but I wasn't going to let these three idiots beat me up.

  The storm was still raging and the rain was falling as I ran towards them with sword in hand. 

  The biggest one tried to hit me on my right with his sledgehammer, but I rolled to that side just before he could hit me. It took a second for the guy to the left of him to realize that I was now addressing him. Before he could do anything I sliced him in the knee with my sword, making him kneel in pain and I cut off his head. 

  The biggest one growled and tried to smash me with his weapon again while the other guy got behind me. There was no escape. So I grabbed the sword with all my strength and prepared to receive the blow with it.  

  The ground lit up blue when our weapons struck. His was left in pieces and mine was now glowing from the electricity that ran through it but it only lasted a second.

  His hand was cut off and now he was on the floor. The cyclops hunched over as he looked at his hand, and I saw a fleeting look of fear in his eye before it was replaced by fury.

  Before he could punch me, I moved quickly and stabbed him in the heart. He fell lifeless to the ground and now I was only missing one.

  I turned to look at him and he was already running towards me. I threw the tip of the sword with all my strength quickly and it landed on his eye.

  The last one of them kneel dead and fell on his stomach.

  I staggered to him and pulled my sword out of his head and cleaned its edge with the inner part of my elbow. As i was pulling out the sword out of my elbow, its edge dissappeared and on my hand now rested the little hair clip.

  Now all the adrenaline was running out and I felt the hot liquid pouring down from my forehead to my chin.

  Everything became blurry and my body felt very heavy. 

  I fell on my stomach and the last thing I saw was a pair of shoes heading towards me.

I woke up in what looked like an infirmary. I saw a nightstand with my hair clip on top and my backpack right below it on the floor.

  Then, I sat on the soft stretcher and noticed that there was a tanned blonde boy humming with his back turned. 

  - Percy? - I asked.

  The boy turned around surprised. He wore a orange t-shirt that said "Camp Half-Blood" around a picture of a pegasus. He looked a few years younger than me.

  - Who? No. I am Will Solace, son of Apollo and your doctor. What's your name? - He said with a kind smile.

  - Son of… who? -

  This must be a camp for really special kids.

  - Nobody gave you the talk yet, huh? Don't worry, it all will make sense by the end of the day. - He said with a smirk

  - What's your name? - He repeated.

  - I'm Ada Williams. Where are we? -

  - Long Island. This place is Camp Half-Blood, Argus brought you passed out in his arms last night. So, how are you feeling? I healed your cut and luckily it won't scar. -

  So the name of the mysterious driver was Argus. It sounded familiar, like if I had heard it a hundred times already.

  I touched my forehead where the wound was, and he was right, there was no sing of it. They must have a very good kit of creams and gauze.

  - I feel perfect. Thank you. - I thanked with a smile. 

  I turned my back on him to stand up and check if I hadn't lost anything from my backpack in the crash. I didn't have that many things to allow myself to lose.

  I grabbed my hair clip and put it in my pocket. Then, I opened my backpack and the first thing I found were the three necklaces of the monsters. I grabbed them and took them out of my backpack to look at them in detail. The teeth on them looked real.

  I turned around and the boy had his eyes open wide and his mouth slightly parted.

  - Oh sorry, do you need to discharge me first? - I asked.

  I feel fine but I don't know how things were around here.

  - N-no. Those are cyclops necklaces. You killed three of them? - He asked slowly, like he needed to convince himself.

  - Cyclops? Wait, you see this kind of thing too?- I asked.

  I knew that what had happened couldn't just be my imagination but I couldn't believe he wasn't treating me like if I was crazy.

 

  He was going to say something but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

  Will sighed and opened the door.

  It was a dark skinned girl that was around my age. Her gray eyes held an attentive look and she had her dark hair in neat box braids.

When her eyes met mine, she stiffened up and looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.

  Will whispered something in her ear and she widened her eyes as she fixed her posture upright. She coughed softly and walked towards me with a determined step.

  She raised her right hand for me to shake, which I did after putting the necklaces in my backpack again.

  - Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Nice to meet you. - She introduced herself.

  I looked at Will over her shoulder. He gave me a "play along" look with a nod.

  I don't know what was up with the kids here presenting themselves as children of outdated gods. Maybe it was like one of those strange role play places.

  - Hi, Annabeth. My name is Ada Williams. Nice to meet you too. - I smiled.

  She nodded and let go of my hand.

  - Come on, I'll show you around camp and get you to your cabin. - Annabeth said.

  - Really? Thank you so much, I would really like that. - I said with a smile and she smirked at me.

  As we walked to the door, I looked at Will and smiled to him too.

  - Thank you for taking care of me, Will. I hope that I can return the favor some day. -

  - Don't worry, that's what I'm here for. Take care, Ada. - He said with a soft smile.

  I nodded and walked out of the big house alongside Annabeth.

-Ok, first things first. This is a place for half-bloods, children of humans and Greek gods. It's very hard to believe, I know. But Will told me that you already faced cyclopes, and I imagine that you must have had strange experiences before that, right? -

-You're not that far off. But come on, gods? You seem smarter than that. -

  I tried not to sound like a jerk but there had to be a more logical explanation that we lived in fucking ancient Greece

-Yup, Gods. And whether you like it or not, you are the kid of one of them. You wouldn't have been able to cross the barrier if you weren't. Don't worry, it does have its perks. Let me show you around. - She giggled.

  Annabeth showed me the strawberry fields that worked as a cover up to get money for the camp, the forge where the Hephestus kids worked, the armory, the pegasus stables (i tried to keep my cool but they were just so cool omg) and then she told me that we were going to go to the Hermes cabin so that I could leave my things and be more comfortable while seeing the other half of the camp.

-So Hermes is my dad? I'm the damn mailman's daughter? - I asked her with a very confused look. 

  Was that mom's type? Jesus. Ok well not exactly Jesus, but like, the guy was in fact son of the supreme god but still… you know what I mean.

  Annabeth let out a tremendous laugh.

-We don't know yet. Your father has to claim you for you to stay in his specific cabin, but until then, and because Hermes is the god of travelers, you are staying at his place. -

-Claim me? And when will that happen? -

  She bit her lip and her smile curled down.

-It depends on what you show about yourself and your dad's mood. Don't think much about it. This place it's pretty cool and you'll make a nice life here. It's not really important. - She said with a kind smile but she still has a glint of pity in her eyes.

-What? He was the one that decided that I had to come here and now there is a big chance he won't even recognize me? -

  I stopped on my track, and Annabeth did too. I hadn't even met my father but I had already decided that I didn't like him. He was an asshole.

  The clouds began to gather and turn black as the wind began to blow.

  Annabeth looked around and frowned thoughtfully.

-Well, if he told you to come here then he might claim you soon. You just have to wait. - she said soft and kindly

  She linked her arm with mine and gently pulled me forward.

-Come on, let's get you settled. - She proposed with a little smirk.

  I nodded and we continued on our way.

 

  As we walked towards our destination and made small talk, I saw the most beautiful, breathtaking girl I had ever seen.

  Funny how the sky suddenly cleared out.

  She was sitting on one of the stands in the arena while talking to other children. The girl seemed a little taller but she was way more muscular than me.

  She must be the same age that Annabeth and I, but her dark skin was filled with scars of different sizes all over. Her pretty dark brown eyes and thick lips were framed by beautiful noodle-like curls.

  She must be from Aphrodite's cabin, I thought.

  Suddenly, her eyes focused on me and all the wind came out of my lungs. I lowered my head and prayed my blush didn't show.

  After a few seconds, I accidentally bumped someone with my shoulder. Before I could say sorry, that person grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. It was the pretty girl. And she was close to my face.

  She is 5 cm taller than me at best, so I have to look up a little. Seeing her this close gave me a better look of her face. God, she is so gorgeous.

  She had faint scars all over her face. Mainly little cuts on her cheeks and chin.

  I unconsciously took a fleeting glance at her slightly chapped lips before looking back at her beautiful siren eyes.

  I swallowed my almost non-existent saliva. Now I can't breath and my legs feel like jelly.

  I imagine I'm a little flushed and looking with wide eyes.

  - Hey, knock it off, Clarisse. It's her first day, come on. - Annabeth scolded as she walked closer and pulled me away from the girl by my shoulder.

  Clarisse. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

  She let out her grip as she pushed me back roughly.

  Clarisse looked at me as if she was looking at a prey. She had a mocking smile. I recognized that expression. It was the carbon copy of every bully I ever faced.

  - Every new kid shows up here and they think they are special. Do you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes. - She threatened.

  Then she pretended she was going to hit me. But I didn't flinch. Instead, I smiled at her. Then I looked at my feet, covering my mouth with one hand.

  She noticed and pushed me causing me to fall on my butt and making me burst out laughing.

  Now I felt many eyes on us. Also, two minions stood behind her watching carefully.

  - Oh I can't believe it. You're so beautiful it's like if a gymrat Regina George bought a beginner bully phrase book. - I said between laughs still on the ground.

  Clarisse was dumbfounded. She snapped out of her little trance a few seconds later while I was still laughing. She grabbed me by the collar of my shirt again and stood me on my feet like it was nothing. Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded.

  My laughter stopped because there was no air in my lungs now and I could feel the blush returning to my cheeks but I couldn't give in now.

  - Are you going to hit me in the face? Oh, it's going to be amazing. - I teased. 

  - You're dead, tough girl.- she said with a serious look

  - As you wish, pretty girl.- I responded smiling at her.

  Her furious gaze faltered for a moment but quickly recomposed herself. The sun illuminating her face showed the faint blush on her cheeks.

  She let go of me abruptly and I collided with Annabeth's front.

  She scoffed and walked off alongside her minions. 

    - You better sleep with one eye open tonight, Clarisse won't let you alone now. - Annabeth warned while shaking her head. 

  - I’ve lived through worse. - I responded as I removed the dirt from my clothes.

  - Come on, let's keep going before she comes back with her spear. - she giggled.

[livsoulsecrets]

Annabeth&Percy Fic - Nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love mine, all mine

Summary:

Annabeth in the aftermath of Luke’s betrayal, dealing with all she lost and finding some solace in what she gained.

““I just wanted to ask you something,” he started, looking to her once more, “and you can call me stupid for that, really, and I’ll probably deserve it, but… Are you okay?”

Annabeth couldn’t help it. She smiled.

“You’re right. It’s stupid,” she agreed.”

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Annabeth didn’t sleep at all that first night.

She stayed awake in her bed for many hours, even after Malcolm lost his battle to sleep in his armchair across from her.

It had been kind of him to insist on keeping her company after the news about Luke’s betrayal spread through Camp, but there was not much he could do to make things better.

Annabeth did like her siblings and felt like most of them cared about her as well, but she had never felt close to them, not in the way she did with Luke.

She sometimes envied the easy camaraderie the Hermes Cabin shared, the clear affection Apollo’s children showed each other with such ease, or even the ferocious rivalry Ares’ kids had with one another.

Athena’s offspring were much more contained. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust one another. It was simply that they fended for themselves most of the time. They were too attached to their own tastes and beliefs, used to looking after themselves, and very introspective, so much so that it left little for them to bond over, unlike the other campers.

That was why her bond with Luke had always been so precious and permanent, unlike any others. Maybe it was because most of the other kids in her cabin left when summer was over, and Luke stayed all year-round. Perhaps their journey to Camp Half-Blood had just knitted them together in a way the rest of her siblings just couldn’t comprehend.

Before, when she thought of a brother, someone who was trustworthy and kind, she would think of Luke and his sword, cutting through a horde of monsters with one hand while the other held her behind him, protecting her with his own body. She would remember the nights they spent with Thalia around an improvised fire, huddled together for warmth, telling stories until the sun came up.

Now, for as long as she lived, when she thought of a brother, Annabeth would be reminded of Luke’s betrayal. She would be brought back to the exact moment Luke’s eyes flickered in anger as he attacked Percy, his sword descending into him and drawing blood.

Up until that point, she had been frozen, begging all the gods for the scene before her to be a deception, a misunderstanding. Only when Percy fell, clutching his arm against his chest, and grunted in pain did Annabeth snap out of her denial.

All she had was a split second to decide what to do. Who would she protect? Her brother, the hero that she had spent the last five years looking up to? Or the boy she met just a few weeks ago, who was as reckless as he was kind?

She threw the knife Luke had gifted her years ago with the precision he had taught her to have. It landed right across the expanse of his sword, just in time to stop him from slicing into Percy.

The memories came back in full force, and she pushed herself out of bed, desperate to get away from them. She looked out the window and found the sun had already come out.

She changed quickly and left her cabin in a hurry, not knowing where she should go. So, Annabeth just walked aimlessly, avoiding the sight of the packed Hermes Cabin.

She found herself near the lake and was surprised to find she was not the only one seeking its company.

Percy was standing near the riverbank in his orange camp shirt and jeans. She approached him slowly and silently. “Couldn’t sleep?” Annabeth asked once she was close enough to be heard.

Percy startled, turning to face her with a hand over his heart. When he recognized it was just her behind him, Percy lowered his hand with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, long night,” he replied.

She shook her head, crossing the distance between them. “I get it. Same here.”

They remained quiet for some moments, just staring over the expanse of the camp’s lake, shoulder to shoulder.

She felt Percy sneaking glances at her every once in a while, which didn’t help her overwhelmed mind calm down. “Just say it,” she urged finally.

Percy’s cheeks burned scarlet when he was caught in his act, but he was as stubborn as ever when he deflected her question with another, “Say what?”

“That you’re sorry,” she answered, “that you can’t believe Luke could do this, and I should have known it was him sooner–”

His eyes widened. “I wasn’t going to say any of that.”

She turned to face him now, arching an eyebrow in a silent challenge. “What did you want to say, then?”

Percy shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, averting his gaze for a moment. Annabeth thought she saw some whirlpools forming in the river, but she didn’t have a chance to ask if they were a consequence of Percy’s troubled mind as he started talking again.

“I just wanted to ask you something,” he started, looking to her once more, “and you can call me stupid for that, really, and I’ll probably deserve it, but… Are you okay?”

Annabeth couldn’t help it. She smiled.

“You’re right. It’s stupid,” she agreed. Percy flinched but didn’t seem surprised by her answer. “But thanks for asking, anyway.”

He managed a small smile in return at that. “Sure.”

Annabeth didn’t give him an answer, as she couldn’t even tell how she really felt, but it was enough that he had asked.

“Is your arm okay?”

Percy seemed a bit lost at the sudden change of topic but managed to shake his head. “It’s alright. I took a swim before going to bed, so it helped.”

She nodded her understanding, and they remained quiet for some minutes, just looking at the horizon as the sun climbed higher and higher in the sky.

“Can you help me with something?” Percy blurted out after a while.

She tilted her head and asked, “With what?”

“I wanted to train today. I feel like I’ll need it in the future, you know?” He kept his gaze on her, but it was clear he was nervous.

She knew Percy was dancing around the tricky subject of Luke’s absence, but that request just made it more apparent.

Percy had only ever trained with Luke before. And the reason he would need to train more than ever was Luke’s alliance to Kronos.

The pain that sparkled inside her at those reminders was nonetheless curbed by the satisfaction Percy had come to her to try and mend the gaps Luke left in his life.

He was trusting her to guide him through uncharted territory, seemingly unaware that she was just as clueless as him.

Here was Percy, asking her to train him, to teach him how to fight a friend turned foe. He still believed she had all the answers, even now.

It should terrify her to have that much trust placed upon herself, but it didn’t. For all the people who cultivated high expectations of her — her own mother with her fragile pride, her siblings with their firm belief she was perfect, even Quiron with his cryptic comments, Percy was the only one who seemed to only ever expect Annabeth to be herself.

And, to him, she was someone who could be trusted to find the answers to every problem in the world if she decided it was worth her time.

“I mean, just if you have some free time, like, if you don’t mind,” he added, taking her silence as a negative.

“I don’t mind.” Annabeth cut him off before he descended into nervous mumbling. “Let’s start it now. We still have time until breakfast.”

Percy smiled hesitantly at her, but his grin grew a bit wider when she rolled her eyes at him. It seemed awfully silly of him that he truly believed she wouldn’t spare him all the help he needed to survive after all they had been through.

She started walking towards the training area without looking back at him.

Annabeth still didn’t know how to even start preparing for what was to come or how to live with the gaping hole Luke left behind in their lives.

Her mind often worked on seven different fronts at once every time a problem arose, coming at it from every angle.

That’s what kept her up all night yesterday, and that’s what gave her the push to follow Percy and Luke into the woods when she realized something was off about Luke’s plan.

It had saved her countless times but also drained her in many others.

So, when she picked a celestial bronze sword from the camp’s collection and turned to face Percy, who was already uncapping Riptide, it was a pleasant surprise to find her mind narrowing down to the present moment. Her exhaustion and fear slipped away as she focused on the battle ahead.

Fighting demanded all her concentration, even if it was just training with a friend. It seemed to be the same for Percy, as he aligned his shoulders properly and took a deep breath.

“Ready?” she asked her friend, and the word no longer sounded foreign in her mind when she associated it with Percy.

“Born ready,” he said, as unserious as ever.

She was glad to see that, despite the burden the last few weeks had placed on his shoulders, Percy was still the same maddening boy she observed drooling in his sleep.

Annabeth plunged forward at the same time Percy did, and their swords screeched against one another. She pushed against him and dove, freeing herself from the lock.

Percy chased her when Annabeth was upright again, Riptide slicing in a curt arc that she had a hard time intercepting.

Percy was grinning now, and she had to shove an elbow into his side to distract him, both to gain her some time to attack back and to hide her own smile.

They had both lost so much, but it seemed they had gained something back as well.

“Focus, Seaweed Brain,” she mocked, and lunged at him again.

[happyk44]

BotL but before she fades away, Bianca's ghost tells Percy that her death is not his fault and he needs to stop hurting himself over it. Grover takes a moment then asks if that's why Percy asked him how to dull an empathy link. Percy tries to insist it's not! It really is because of the whole holding the world on his shoulders and how Grover felt that to an extent and he didn't wanna risk something like that happening again.

And it's true. Sort of. It's part of the reason. One part was the mutual awkwardness of jacking off, knowing your best friend would know even miles away.

But the biggest part of asking was because of how he sat on the toilet, shower running, holding Riptide and thinking for a moment how good it would be to bleed. Then remembering the empathy link. Remembering how his mom shook him awake to ask if he was okay after a godawful nightmare that woke Grover up and had him IMing Sally to check on Percy.

How he lied through his teeth that it was just a standard nightmare - tentacle monsters, zombies everywhere. Not him powerless to stop the destruction of his friends. Not him held down by powers unseen while they all died in his name.

Grover is not persuaded by Percy's roving eyes. His stumbled laughter. "It's not!" he tries for the fifth time but Annabeth's gaze is piercing, and Grover's faced is pinched and worried, and Nico is... He falters. His mouth is dry. "It's not just because of her."

His whispered admission is hoarse and covered in self-deprecation and misplaced humor.

Grover shakes and Percy hates himself. His hands tremble and Percy wants to bleed. Knows the moment he's alone, Riptide will be slicing sharp and precise across his inner thighs, across his upper belly. Places people won't see. Won't question.

"Percy-" Annabeth starts and he stiffens up quick.

"No," he barks and they all flinch. He rolls his shoulders. "I'm not talking about it right now. We have more important things to do."

"This feels important," Tyson says.

Percy wonders if he even knows what they're talking about. What Bianca's vague words spilled to the others.

"Tyson's right," Annabeth says. "This is important too, Percy. You can't just -"

"I can," he snaps. Her jaw clicks shut. Tyson's confused frown deepens. Percy turns away from both of them, from Grover slowly stepping closer. "And I am."

His retreat from the earnest expressions lands his gaze on Nico. His pale face is downturned, brows narrowed. His jacket hangs off his skinny frame. His fingertips barely peek past the sleeves. His shirt is loose and wrinkled. It settles mid-thigh. Even his sword is holstered around his belly instead of his waist.

He's too small, drowning in things bigger than him.

Percy thins his lips and says nothing. "Lets head back to the cabin. We need to rest."

He stalks off before they can say anything else, already plotting the next wound and stifling the empathy link. Grover will never feel how bad it gets, how deep Percy can truly go when it's only his life on the line. And Grover will never know of the consuming nightmares and the boiling thoughts, or how when this is all over, when Kronos is back in his box far underground and the war is over, when Nico safe and his promise to the fates fulfilled, Percy is going to walk to the edge of Olympus, breathing in the sweet taste of victory, and jump straight into the underworld, never to breathe again.

[loriiisstuff]

𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄

luke catellan x jackson!reader

summary : what if? thalia tree couldn't be save by the fleece but something else golden

luke and I were sent on a quest for a golden apple to save our friend thalia and we’ve both have been stopped by a god

“ares” i whispered under my breath as i stood next to luke “hey cousin…nephew” the god eyes scanned both of us “what do you want ares” luke groaned rolling his eyes in annoyance

“a fight castellan…one simple fight” ares grinned cracking his knuckles then cracking his neck “oh really then…you’re gonna regret that request uncle” luke smirked while pushing me behind him “luke n-“ i was cut off by the god laughing “not you buddy…her” his leather glove pointed out towards me making my eyes widen in fear

i’ve never gone against a god especially OF WAR

“scared now castellan…blame her brother thinking he can get away with beating me THE god of war yeah i don’t think so, time for percy to pay the price…and that means his sister” ares explained waiting for one of us to say anything “touch her and you die” luke hissed his eyes lowering like darkness was taking over him “luke stop let me do this” i stepped up from behind him trying to negotiate

“hell no y/n i am not letting you get hurt” luke argued “ill be fine…trust me please” i grab his cheek pulling him down placing a kiss on his forehead before quickly grabbing the sword from his pocket stepping forward ready to fight

“come at me you son of a bitch/zeus” i yelled holding up my sword “you dumb girl” ares said before charging at me full force as i did the same

when we finally reached each other ares swung his sword at my neck barely missing my throat but enough to make me wince im pain at the mark the blade left “I’m gonna kill you-“ luke started to charge at ares when i got up stopping him “luke stay back” i groaned taking my hand of the wound letting blood smear on my neck “come on i know you can do better…cuz” i smirked as ares got angrier going in for another swipe to my neck when i dodged it sliding on my knees under him getting grass stains on my jeans

i stood up behind him slicing his leg deep making him yelp in pain as gold liquid spilled out the fresh cut i gave him “not so fun isn’t it” i asked spinning my sword in my hand stabbing him in the back

i quickly pulled out my blade before walking in front of him as he was still down “give us the apple…coward” i bent down to his ear level whispering making him groan in annoyance he then reached in his pocket pulling out a shiny gold fruit handing it to me. Sitting up he got up in his legs again making me step back a little “more mouthy then your brother” ares commented using his sword as a cane to hold himself up as he compared me to my brother “get it from my mom” i said grinning as luke stood next to me wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me closer “we have to get back to camp now uncle” luke said grabbing the apple from my hand tossing it as we stood grassy grown

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

we finally made it back to camp with minor cuts a scraps “ready” luke turned to me holding my hand “ready as ill ever be..but we did this for thalia” i reminded him “i know now lets go” he said turning his head towards the entrance

we stepped through the portal making a woosh noise when abrupt claps came from the campers cheering us on when someone brought me in a tight squeeze making me let my hand let go if luke’s

“i’m so glad you guys aren’t dead” annabeth whispered squeezing me even tighter “ann your killing me” i said running out of air she quickly pulled away “sorry i’m just glad you guys are back” she smiled grover and percy coming up behind her “percy” i yelped relief of seeing my baby brother hugging him “hey sis i missed you” he said hugging me back before pulling apart “can’t wait for you to tell me all about the quest” he said giving me a small smile

All the campers stood around the tree Chiron and Mr D infront with me Luke Annabeth Percy and Grover “luke the apple” Chiron said nodding his head towards the tree queuing Luke to squeeze the apple

Luke pulled the apple apart squeezing the juice on the bark making it glowing yellow “what’s happening” percy asked “it’s working” I said luke holding me by my waist when we hear a groan

“where am i?” a voice spoke getting all if our attention

“thalia?”

a/n : hope you enjoyed this one <33

[waitingandwishing]

The Clay Girl - In da clurb we alll fam

(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3)

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Percy slowly stepped towards the monster, his sword raised as he quickly sliced the monster in the foot. Odyssa quickly shot at the monster, and the arrow lodged into the same foot as well before Percy was thrown back into her.

Percy grunted as the monster stepped towards them slowly and they quickly scrambled up. Odyssa shot another arrow, grazing the side of its eye. She gritted her teeth, the more the poison overtook her body, the more blurry it got.

The monster opened its mouth, the fire slowly creeping up as Odyssa pulled Percy out of its fiery way. “Get up. You are a warrior, a huntress. Get up and fight!” A voice yelled in her head and Odyssa immediately stood up with her bow and arrow aimed at the monster’s head.

Her hands were shaky as she struggled to stay up. Odyssa shot the arrow, landing it straight into the side of its neck. Percy crawled away before Echidna opened a hole into the arch.

A rush of wind breezed through as Odyssa stumbled and shot another arrow, missing the forehead and landing it near the monster's arm. Percy held up his sword as he stood in front of the monster with a shaky breath. The monster ran and headbutted the sword away, pushing him down the hole. 

“Get up and fight, Odyssa! You are a daughter of Artemis, act like it.” Odyssa widened her eyes as she aimed an arrow not at the monster but at the Echidna. The arrow pierced the woman's arm as she gritted her teeth and flicked her hand once again.

The monster flung Odyssa to the side of the wall and she fell down the hole as well. Percy managed to grab her hand, holding it tightly as he tried to hold onto the ledge as well.

“So unfair. You never had a chance, did you?” Echidna stood above the two teens, “If only someone cared enough for you to provide you with one.”

“PERCY LET GO OF ME!” She yelled. Percy looked down at her as Odyssa’s hold loosened on his hand. “Just let go… I’ll be fine!” She yelled through the wind.

“You’re insane if you think I’m gonna let you go!” Percy yelled back, tightening his grip on her hand even though he was slipping.

Eventually, they both fell. The wind roared as her heart pounded in her chest, a chaotic rhythm she couldn't control. She didn't mean for this to happen, not like this, not now.

Percy wrapped his arms around Odyssa, tucking her into him as they both closed their eyes to meet their fatal fate. I guess they were taking the easy way to the Underworld.

And in those final moments, an eerie calm settled over her. This was the end. There would be no second chances, no time to correct. The darkness closed in, the ground waiting, unyielding.

Until her senses were flooded with… Water?

Percy looked around, Odyssa no longer in his arms as he saw her beside him, trying to dig her leg out. He tried to speak but realized… He was underwater. Fear gripped his heart as he also struggled to pull out of the thing trapping his foot.

Odyssa looked to Percy, fear evident in her eyes. It was weird… It was the first time he’d seen her terrified. Sure he’d seen her worried or scared but never frightened like that.

Odyssa was growing weaker, the poison made her struggle and her hands fumbled to get her foot out of the ground.

“You are frightened.” A calm voice said. Percy whipped his head around and squinted to see something glowing in the water. “It's all right, Percy. Your father sent me to tell you, it's all right. Just breathe.”

Percy tried but water filled his lungs instead. Odyssa struggled as she started to run out of air. She tried pulling her leg out once again.

“Your father is here. He's always been here. It is so hard for him to stand back. To see you struggle. It is so hard for us all.”

Odyssa started to feel her vision go blurry again before her arms went limp. Percy yelled underwater, his voice muffled as he held onto Odyssa and tried to kick at the object holding their feet. “But he's here. And he's so very proud. Trust him. Trust yourself. Just… Breathe. And you can save her…”

Percy took a deep breath, holding onto Odyssa tightly. The blue-eyed boy carried the unconscious girl to the top, getting onto the deck as he carried her cradle style (or bridle-style if you wanna be romantic I guess)

“Hi.” Percy waved as he saw Grover and Annabeth standing before him. “Look, I’m sorry about shoving you into the stairwell. Even hearing myself say that sounds really bad but I just- I knew you'd never agree, and there wasn't enough time-”

Annabeth took Odyssa from Percy’s arms and laid her on the ground as Grover hugged Percy tightly. “Is she gonna be okay?” Percy asked.

“Poison’s still in her.” Annabeth dug through Odyssa’s bag and got out a small water bottle of nectar and opened the unconscious girl's mouth to drink it. As she poured it in, Odyssa opened her eyes slightly.

Annabeth capped the bottle as Odyssa stood up and coughed violently. “Fuck-” She coughed as she looked around. “Wow, I guess either you’re all dead or I’m alive.”

Annabeth hugged Odyssa tightly, pushing the girl back down onto the ground as Annabeth buried her face into Odyssa’s shoulder. “Idiot.” She muttered and Odyssa smiled, patting Annabeth’s back.

The two girls stood up as Odyssa hugged Grover tightly as well, “‘M sorry for earlier by the way.” She said, “You’re still a good protector, y’know?” Grover nodded as he hugged her tightly as well, afraid to let her go. 

Odyssa finally turned to Percy with a bright smile, “Well, looks like you’re my savior.” She grinned from ear to ear, stepping up to Percy, “Thanks, Perce.”

“No problem.”

“It kind of was.” Odyssa crossed her arms with a smirk, “Anyways, where we off to now?”

“Short version, we need to go to Santa Monica,” Percy said.

“What, like now?” Grover asked.

“My father's gonna meet me there. He's gonna help us.” Percy explained vaguely.

“Okay. Uh, just one problem with this plan. The police think that we crashed an Amtrak train.” Grover pointed to the smoke blowing at the Arch, “And then did that.”

“The police think that a couple of kids planned a terrorist attack on the Arch?” Odyssa frowned, “The standards must be pretty low in America.”

Percy snorted, “Pffft…” He laughed and Odyssa smiled. “A-anyways, if the police are after us, wouldn’t that make it hard to take… Literally anything?” Grover, Percy, Annabeth, and Odyssa exchanged glances before sighing.

⁅¦⌈🪙~Song of a Hero~🪙⌋¦⁆

“Hey, guys. I think this quest might be harder than we thought.” Percy said and Annabeth and Odyssa looked at each other. Was he just now realizing this? “I've been thinking. I didn't steal the master bolt. You guys didn't steal the master bolt. We're pretty sure Hades has the master bolt, but he couldn't have stolen it himself. I mean, we don't even know who actually stole the thing, or why, or how deep this goes.”

The three of them looked at him with pointed looks and Percy sighed, “I'm the last person to realize this, aren't I?”

“Yeah.” Annabeth nodded and Odyssa sighed.

“Okay, so… Maybe when we started, my head wasn't fully in this, but since the river… It all feels different somehow.” Percy admitted. “He saved us. My dad. I guess I just really never thought that's something he'd do for me. So maybe I gotta take things more seriously now.”

“Your dad shouldn’t have to save your life one time for you to forgive him.” Odyssa muttered, “He should’ve been there your whole life.”

An engine revving in the distance made Grover turn around, “Car.” Grover said.

“That’s not a car, it’s a bike. Just let it pass. Come on.” Annabeth said and the rest of them followed to hide behind a curb.

“I'm saying, we're not just trying to retrieve a thing. I think we might need to be detectives here, too.” Percy thought and Odyssa shrugged.

“Are you sure? I mean, this is the gods we’re talking about. If we’re wrong, we could potentially start a war.” Odyssa huffed and Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

“Why’re you so upset?” Percy asked.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” Percy said before thinking and nodding, “Ohhh… Look, I saved your life. There’s nothing weird about it.”

Odyssa shook her head, “I’m… I’m not thinking about that. I’m grateful you saved my life.” She said, “It was just something that happened back at the Arch. Nothing important.”

Percy frowned before looking back at Annabeth, “And why are you being weird with me again? I thought we weren't doing that anymore.”

Annabeth huffed, breathing in as she spoke, “I saw the Fates. Back at the Arch, I saw the Three Fates, and I saw Atropos cut a piece of thread.”

Percy turned to Grover, “And that's bad or…?”

“Percy, that’s worse than bad. It means one of us is going to die.” Odyssa grimaced.

“We're all gonna die eventually.”

“Soon.” Annabeth corrected, “It's a warning. An omen.”

Percy sighed, “Okay. Guys, we need to talk about this whole fate thing. Three old ladies with a ball of yarn can't know what's gonna happen. What I choose to do changes what's gonna happen, and I can choose to do anything I… want.”

Odyssa turned her head to see a person straddling a motorcycle. The four of them all sat up, their heads peeking out of the curbside.

“Need some help?” The biker asked.

“Beg pardon?”

“I asked if you could use some help.” The biker repeated.

“ Nope. No. We're-We're good. Appreciate you asking, though. So long.” Grover said and the rest of them all ducked behind the curb again.

The biker inhaled deeply, “You don't seem too good.”

“We don't want anything from you.”

“You sure? Because you guys are so behind schedule.” The biker said and Odyssa’s eyes widened.

“Monster?” She mouthed and Annabeth shook her head. She was sure it wasn’t a monster but it definitely was someone from their world.

The group all stood up, facing the stranger. “I mean, summer solstice is just a few days away. And as much as I'd love to see a good war pop off, as your big cousin, I feel like, maybe, I wanna give you a hand.” The biker said.

Cousin? Let’s see… Oh, right… Zeus and Hera had three children together. Hebes, Hephaestus and… Ares. Odyssa assumed it was the latter. “Ares.” Annabeth realized.

“You must be Athena's kid. Always gotta be the wisest one in the bunch.” Ares sneered.

“Why would you help us?” Odyssa asked. Ares chuckled.

“Oh, yes! Artemis’s clay daughter.” Ares smirked, “Nice to finally meet the kid that Artemis caused so much trouble for.”

“How do you even know about what we're doing out here?” Annabeth asked, pointing to Ares.

“Because I'm doing exactly the same thing as you. Zeus sent all of his kids out looking for the master bolt, too.” Ares explained, “Listen, dummies. I'm hungry. There's a halfway decent diner up the road. If you want my help, you'll meet me there. But don't dawdle. Won't wait forever.”

Ares placed his sunglasses back on and revved the engine of his motorbike before riding off into the sunset. Or in this case, the gray cloudy sky. Odyssa bit the inside of her lip, slightly nervous.

“That's my cousin?” Percy asked, “What kind of family is this?”

“An incestual one, that’s for sure,” Odyssa muttered and Percy let out a small chuckle.

“Come on,” Annabeth said and they followed down the road to the diner.

⁅¦⌈🪙~Song of a Hero~🪙⌋¦⁆

After about two hours of walking, they finally reached the diner called… eWhlhez. Odyssa frowned, she hated when people added the z at the end instead of the s. It just didn’t make sense nor did it make reading it any easier.

The bell chimed as Annabeth entered. A boisterous laugh echoed as the group spotted Ares on his phone. “Guess this is the right place,” Percy muttered.

They sat down in the seat in front of him as Ares looked up from his phone, “Gimme a second, I'm just starting a fight on Twitter here. Nothing makes me happier than a good old-fashioned, burn-it-down fight.” He tapped a few things on his phone before setting it down.

“So your quest…” Ares sighed, “... Is going to fail. Ask me how I know.”

“It isn’t gonna fail.” Percy snapped.

Ares scoffed, “Sure it is. For starters…” He held up his phone to show a man wearing a suit with trash set behind him.

“Percy was always troubled, but I never thought he was capable of something like this.”

“Who’s that?” Odyssa asked Percy.

“My stepdad. What's he doing?” Percy asked.

“Wait for it.” Ares grinned.

“You believe he may also have had something to do with your wife's disappearance?”

Odyssa widened his eyes, oh he did not just do that. Percy glared at the phone, his hands digging into his thighs as he watched. 

“A kid that messed up? What wouldn't he do?”

“What?!”

“Wild, right?” Ares chuckled, “The FBI is already spreading your picture around.”

“A Camaro. I really- We really loved that car!” Gabe Ugliano whimpered as he started to fake cry, “So much!”

“I'm gonna kill him,” Percy muttered.

“I’ll help you,” Odyssa added.

Ares let out a satisfied sigh, “I knew I was gonna like you. But safe to say, the chances of you four idiots hitchhiking the rest of the way to L.A. without getting arrested are slim to none.”

“Why are you sitting here then?” Annabeth finally asked. “If you're supposed to be looking for the master bolt too, shouldn't you be out there looking for it?”

“Hm. There's no fear in you, is there?” Ares asked, staring directly at Annabeth, “Doesn't matter. Whether the bolt's retrieved or not, Zeus is going to war with Poseidon.”

Grover snapped his head towards Percy with a worried expression as Percy turned to Annabeth and Odyssa. “No. The Oracle said if we return the bolt, there wouldn't be a war.” Percy corrected.

“Is that what she said? Or is that what Chiron said she meant?” Ares asked. “Yeah. You're new to the family, young one, so let me fill you in on how we work. See, years before I was born, my grandpa Kronos ate my aunts and uncles.”

Odyssa grimaced at the thought. “Yeah. Then my dad made him puke them back up, then chopped him into a million pieces and chucked 'em into a bottomless pit, so that kinda set the tone right outta the gate. Olympians fight. We betray. We backstab. We will push anyone down a flight of stairs to get ahead.”

“And that's why I love my family so much. My dad knows he's not getting this bolt back with quests or goose chases. He knows there's a war coming. And in reality, I think he's okay with that. I think he feels it's just time for a war, so we're gonna have a war. Isn't that great?

“You’re purposefully doing this, aren’t you? If we fail, you get it and you get on Daddy's good side right?” Odyssa asked, “We're completing this quest. We're stopping this war.”

“Odyssa-”

“Just because you self-centered gods think the war doesn’t affect you, it affects people. People who worship you.” She said, “If this war is as big as you make it, then who will be there to worship you?”

Ares stood up, “You better choose your words very carefully, little girl. Just because you’re Artemis’s pottery prize doesn’t mean I won’t bake you into a crippled mess.”

Annabeth tugged on Odyssa’s jacket and Odyssa sat back down. She knew this was Ares’s power, to make people angry, but it still irked her.

“Okay, so here it is. There's an amusement park up the road. I left my shield there. You get me my shield back, and I'll get you to the Underworld by lunch tomorrow with a plan to invade Hades's palace.” Ares explained.

“You left your shield? Like, forgot it on the merry-go-round?” Annabeth asked and Ares leaned forward.

“Okay. The chirping was funny to me for a minute, but it is getting old. So do we have a deal, or am I killing all three of you so I can eat in peace?” Ares asked, his voice rising.

Percy looked at Annabeth and Grover before turning back to Ares, “Okay.”

“Great. One catch. I really do need that shield back, so I'm gonna keep the satyr here as collateral so you don't run off. And I’m gonna keep that Athena child.” Ares smiled smugly.

“What? No.” Annabeth protested.

“Okay.” Grover nodded.

“No way.” Percy shook his head, “We don't split up again.”

“It's okay. If he wanted to kill us, we'd be dead by now.” Grover said.

“Why’re you keeping me here?” Annabeth frowned.

“Because I can and you pissed me off.” Ares leaned back into his chair with a content sigh while Annabeth scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Can we just walk them to the door?” Grover asked and Ares gave them the go-ahead.

“Okay, remember you two. He'll wanna get you riled up, get in your head and you can't let him.” Odyssa said, “He’ll hit you hard. Alright? Grover, if he mentions animals, you can’t just leave. Annabeth, he says something about your family, you can’t snap at him.”

Annabeth nodded and Grover gave her a reassuring smile, “We know what we’re doing. Go. Get the shield. We’ll be here when you get back.” He said and Annabeth placed her hands on Odyssa’s shoulders.

“Please don’t do anything reckless like what you did at the Arch.” She pleaded and Odyssa nodded with a smile.

“No promises, Anna. But if I do, you’ll be there to take care of me.” She grinned and Annabeth broke out into a smile.

“Alright.” Annabeth nodded and the two of them stayed while Percy and Odyssa left the diner.

[russian-avenger]

Some one was following you it was

A humanoid female with twin serpent trunks instead of legs. There walk a combination of walking and slithering like walking on living skis

The creatures barley had time to react before they where sliced in half by a sword turning into yellow dust

Percy turned to you awkwardly " Hey "

"You good kid?" Natasha asked stopping in the spot she was in to look over "you need anything?"

[firewolfphoenix]

Eliza’s other worldly adventure chapter 6

In an old castle about 20 miles away from the Kitsune village, Zeus has made himself home in the castle. He had summoned little shadow minions to help clean up the place a little bit, while Zeus was in his office making plans on how to destroy Phoenix and the whole of Mystic Isles Kingdom, he was writing something on a piece of parchment until one of the shadow minions ran into the office.

“My Lord, I have some news you might want to hear,” Shadow Minion 1 quickly said.

“If it’s another false alarm of it being a giant log of wood, I would send you back to the underworld,” Zeus said bitterly.

“No my Lord it isn’t, but it's the Eliza girl, she lives and Spyro is still with her,” Shadow Minion 1 said nervously.

Upon hearing the news, Zeus stopped writing then slowly stared at the shadow minion.

“I’m sorry she’s what,” Zeus said quietly while trying not to get angry.

“I was spying on Phoenix and the others, then a few minutes later Spyro appeared, then the girl started breathing again,” Shadow Minion 1 quickly said.

Zeus got up from his desk, walked over to the shadow minion, he loomed over it with anger in his eyes and summoned a sword in his right hand.

“So you’re telling me, all my hard work was all for nothing, just for killing that stupid girl!” Zeus growled.

“I mean my Lord, I think they made a plan and outsmarted you,” Shadow Minion 1 chimed.

That was the wrong thing to say, Zeus sliced off the Shadow Minion's 1 head because of the comment, he called 2 other shadow minions to take the body and burn it then spread the ashes of that shadow minion into the water. Then went back to his desk, out of anger he smashed his desk into pieces not caring what was still on it.

“Shadow Minion 34!” Zeus angrily yelled.

A minute later, Shadow Minion 34 rushed through the door, then tripped on a broken desk leg but they stood back up and saluted Zeus.

“You called for me My Lord?” Shadow Minion 34 said.

“Yes I did. I want you to spy on Phoenix and the other’s, to see what they are up to,” Zeus growled.

“Yes Sir!” Shadow Minion 34 said, then ran out of the messy room.

Meanwhile, Phoenix and Sapphire were in the throne room, Phoenix was pacing back and forth. Sapphire was sitting on the step to the throne, while Percy was standing nearby wondering what Phoenix was about to.

“You do a lot of pacing back and forth, Phoenix what do you want to talk to me about?” Sapphire asked.

“The reason why I want to talk to you is about that mirror. The one I told you to destroy all those years, after Cosmo came back from his mission,” Phoenix explained.

“Ah, so that’s the reason. Alright, the reason why I didn’t destroy that mirror was because I got very busy looking after Eliza, when Opal was working a lot. So I’m sorry for not destroying that mirror,” Sapphire explained calmly.

“It’s fine, I didn’t need to be mad at you, for not destroying the mirror,” Phoenix sighed.

Phoenix sat down next to Sapphire, she put her face in her hands while Sapphire patted her on the shoulder. Percy, who has been listening to the conversation, was thinking while looking at his sword.

“If you hadn’t destroyed that mirror, we wouldn’t have gotten Eliza and seen Spyro at all,” Percy said, after a few minutes of silence.

“The young boy does have a point you know,” Sapphire said.

Phoenix nodded, she called over a guard, and asked them to go check on Cosmo and Opal. They are keeping an eye on Eliza, while she rests from getting stabbed by Zeus. The guard saluted Phoenix, then walked off to check up on Cosmo, Opal and Eliza to see if she had woken up yet.

[softersinned]

@xfindingtrouble said: [ SHIELD ]:          sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to protect them from a targeted attack (verbal or physical). from percy of course

She has been alive for too long by now, longer than nature or man should allow, but she is beyond both. She has been alive for long enough that most things mortals do doesn't surprise her―they, like she, are creatures of habit, and their behavior follows logical patterns. Most will prioritize their own survival. She doesn't hold it against them; it's the driving force of any species. Occasionally, mortal selflessness shocks her, but by and large she has learned to predict the sort of person one is earlier on.

She does not expect it from Percy. It's neither a judgment, nor a condemnation; it's a simple statement of fact. His survival instinct is broken, perhaps beyond repair, and he imagines himself a good man, in theory if not in practice. He will stand between the innocent and their deaths, he will bleed for a stranger, but she is neither innocent nor strange to him.

The piece of her not fully occupied with the battle at hand is present enough to find it amusing that they're being attacked by bandits―bandits attacking mercenaries, is no one safe, no matter how visibly armed?―and she feels the sharp and stinging pain of a blade slicing through the fabric at her shoulder, digging in deep where it lands. It's the sort of hurt that would have been overwhelming as a human, but now, it's an annoyance, no matter how deeply she feels it. The bandit holding the sword whimpers when she turns her head towards him, yellow eyes flashing in the moonlight reflecting off the bloody blade; no doubt he expected a woman dressed like her to be far more delicate. (Like she used to be. Like she sometimes wishes she was, until she's in any situation at all that reminds her that whatever she was, what she is is far superior.)

"That," she says with a sigh, and she reaches forward to grab his hand and jerk the sword up and out of her, "was rude. Wait your turn." Her other hand is wrapped around a smaller human's throat, and the bandit attacking her stumbles back in fear when she tosses the first aside like a rag doll. To his credit he swings again, allowing his terror to give him new energy, and when he swings again he gets her side this time. The blade sinks deep into her, catching just under her ribcage, and she lets out an involuntary shout at that, the pain unexpected and far worse than that of the wound in her shoulder, already knitting itself closed.

From the corner of her eye she sees him; she is always aware of him, in a way she isn't of the others. The others are still strangers to her, and she is acutely aware that she is an interloper, present now because she's useful, because Percy's taken enough of a liking to her to be willing to keep her close at hand. If the curse is too big to bring to me, she'd drawled one day, then bring me to the curse, and he'd done just that. But Percy is her connection, vibrant in a way she hasn't been for decades now, and, gods help her, her friend. He has that gun, that magnificent gun, aimed at someone, and not for the first time Astoria admires the sight of him like this, the set of his jaw and the careless fall of his hair over his eyes. He becomes something else when he fights, and were they standing closer to one another she'd be teasing him for it now, wolf-whistling in time with a gunshot or threatening to swoon. He starts at the sound of her cry, but he only spares a glance her way.

Unfortunately, she's far too occupied, now, for her usual flirting, and she grasps the blade with both hands to wrench it away from her, slicing through her gloves in the process. Fuck. At least she'd brought more with her. Her palms are stinging as they bleed, though that wound heals quickly enough; the wound in her side will take some time. The bandit swings again, and when Astoria dodges the blow, she's slower than usual, and it almost clips her again. She presses a hand to her side, and when she lifts it the fingers of her gloves are dripping with blood.

(It doesn't worry her when she realizes she's lost sight of Percy; he's plenty capable, and no doubt doing better than she is, now.)

"What was that about waiting my turn?" asks the man in front of her, and Astoria curses herself quietly, more for thinking that shooting off a clever quip wouldn't come back to haunt her. It'll be difficult, particularly given the depth of the wound and that her own knives are far out of her reach, but not impossible. She thinks she sees that familiar head of hair much nearer to her than it was before but she says nothing, doesn't allow herself the distraction. Another hit has her stumbling back, and she digs her heels into the ground, tries to catch her breath, when she hears the telltale grunt of her unwelcome pursuer raising his sword again―

―and there he is, slipped between them, aiming his gun and firing. There's a cold efficiency to him that she enjoys, and to see it employed in her defense has her eyes widening and her lips parting to let out a soft, breathless oh. But she has speed enough to move as the sword grazes his arm, and Astoria darts around him and under the weapon, pulling her ruined glove off in the process. Her fingers sink into flesh and past viscera, and she drives her hand up from beneath the sternum, closing it around the beating heart in her palm. And then she yanks, until she's pulled it out from the man's chest completely. He falls. She drops the organ on the ground beside him and she shakes her hand to rid it of some of the blood, before she turns back to Percy.

The expression she wears is one of real concern. The others around them are managing just fine, and so she allows herself the moment; her other hand, relatively clean save for the thin line of blood across her palm, cups his cheek gently as she turns his head this way and that, her thumb below his chin and guiding him. She sniffs, then, parts her lips like a cat to breathe him in; she can't find the scent of his blood in that which has been spilled. He is, at least, whole.

"Careful, sweet thing," she says, honest tenderness in her voice. "I can take more hits than you can."