#percy jackson headcannons

[33shadowhunters]

In the Heroes of Olympus series in The blood of Olympus book, Jason takes Piper to a sort of hidden attic skylight in the zeus cabin which he recently discovered right?

That leads my to hc (also known as my cannon) that all big 3 cabins have something like that.

CHB is by the Atlantic Ocean right? So maybe Poseidon cabin has a sort of underground passage that leads to a hidden aquarium type-ish room? A comfy room where percabeth can get some privacy (except fishies), with carpet floors enchanted to not get dusty, strong unbreakable glass walls, with a view of different colorful fishes, corals and whatever.

Perhaps Hades cabin has some sort of underground cave, low lights, kinda like a goth necromancer demigod cave. Optimum for practicing powers and summoning ghosts, without being judged, filled with weapons. But like, also candles and solitude. A place for them to rest and unwind. Maybe with an old fashioned gramophone. Nico trains Hazel here, as I doubt she can train freely with Hades side of her powers in CJ.

Do u get vision???

[ima-banana]

Headcannon

When Percy proposed to Annabeth, the camp erupted into cheers as she started crying. The dryads, however, didn't understand what was going on. They stared in confusion as the rest of the camp cheered. After everyone had calmed down enough, he called "And for those who don't know what just happened!" Percy pulled an apple out of his pocket and tossed it to Annabeth, and the cheers started all over again, this time with the dryads.

[wishingformoredogs]

Tired of “oh Percy would be a marine biologist” “oh Percy would be a teacher” that man is a stay at home dad. And I mean that.

[seagull9111]

apollo makes will a lightsaber using a sword and his light powers once he finds out he likes star wars

[poppitron360]

Everybody share their Feral Street Kid Leo hcs pls I need more.

I’ll start- Leo fighting a monster at some point by making himself look bigger and hissing at it. Surprisingly, it works. His friends look at him like “wtf” and he just shrugs and says, “I grew up on the streets, and monsters aren’t that different from racoons.”

He also definitely fought some weird-ass racoons that looking back he realised were monsters.

[saint-petah-the-good]

my biggest fear is being closed in a room with all of my fictional crushes

[stilessflannel]

idk if you write for luke but imagine sneaking into mr ds office and getting comfy because you like the idea of getting caught 👀

this has been going around my head ever since i received it and i finally did something about it 😗 also i got asked for a percy jackson smut and to do whatever i want with it (yk who you are sweet anon) so does this count? muah xx

sneaking into mr d’s office with luke castellan was something you thought you’d never do. but your boyfriend had a tendency to ignore or try break unspoken rules, and that led to luke interrupting your cabin’s lava wall training, promising them their counsellor would be back soon as he dragged you away.

“are you out of your mind?” you hiss at him, checking behind you every five seconds, “we’re going to get caught by mr d or chiron!”

luke only offered the signature grin all hermes kids owned and continued until he had locked the door behind you. there wasn't much to take in - big wooden desk, a map of half-blood hill on a wall, a dusty bookshelf, and the faint smell of diet coke. while you were taking in your surroundings, luke gained a keen interest in the desk with locked drawers down each side. it only took a few seconds before he had them unlocked and he pulled up a bag full of drachmas.

normally you'd never go around to the other side of the desk to try pry a drawer open for yourself. the idea wouldn't even cross your mind to stuff as many bags of gold into your pockets as you possibly could; but it was mr d and drachmas he wouldn't be spending anytime soon seeing as he was confined to the camps boundaries, anyone would do the same.

once you were finished luke's arms wrap around your waist and hoist you onto the surface of the desk, as warm lips attack your neck and big hands work their way up and under your orange shirt. a sigh escapes your lips and your fingers wrap into his raven hair. "hey there"

"hey" he mumbles back, muffled against your neck as he presses a last kiss behind your ear and pressing his forehead against yours. "twenty minutes 'till lunch."

"yeah... wanna go back to mine?" you offer your cabin, playing with the beads on his camp necklace. an unsure hum from him makes you look up at him. you can see the lightbulb light up behind his blue irises. he picks you up so your legs wrap around his hips and sits back into the padded desk chair

"i think we'll be just fine here, yeah?" he said, pressing a kiss into the side of your mouth and working his way back down your neck to make the marks he left earlier brighter. you try your hardest to focus on luke and the heavenly way his mouth feels on your skin, but your mind kept jumping to mr d and chiron finding their two best counsellors in this state. the thought of either of them terrified you to your wits end, but also sent a surge of thrill through your veins.

luke brings you back by digging his teeth into your collarbone and eliciting a groan from you, effectively shutting off your care for who could catch you. you grab his jaw and force him to look at you and you fold - his lovesick face with pupils blown wide from lust makes you crash your lips against his. its messy and rough and perfect for you two as hands explore each others bodies. you pull away to tug your shirt off your head and he follows suit, then you're back on each other again.

the sound fills with small moans, sighs, and gasps from both of you. you're too far gone to hear the footsteps approach the door, too caught up in the feeling of grinding against luke and hearing his faint groans to notice the voices behind the door and the rattling of the handle being twisted. it isn't until the door squeaks on its hinges that you turn to look over your shoulder and see mr d, his face as red as the wine he invented.

you could argue the two weeks wash up duty was worth it.

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[darkwitchingflower]

What if percy didn't catch annabeth in time?

The only thing stopping him from going after her were those around him

Without percy there to manipulate the rivers, the fall kills Annabeth shattering her body

Nico can feel her soul slowly disappearing

Percy vows to the styx to rip Gaia apart piece by piece

He's successful in that vow

He can't bare to look Nico in the eyes for saving him and not Annabeth

Frank and Jason beat themselves up for her death because they couldn't fly down to her

Hazel goes silent for about 3 months

She can't bare to hear Annabeths name without bursting into tears

Piper can feel Percy losing hope in love

She knows he they never got to tell one another

The first time Percy saw Chiron cry was when he heard the news about Annabeth, he makes sure she has the best shroud, she was like a daughter to him

Thalia goes on a hunt into the Underworld demanding Annabeth to be brought back

Hades looks at her and feels the pain she's going though, he looks at his niece dressed in punk clothes and mascara and eyeliner flooding her face

Grovers heartbroken, even though he was able to save Thalia he knew it was top good to be true, he would.always be the satyr who lost a demigod on the way back, he just didn't expect it to be the 7 year old girl who depended on him

The Athena cabin are now told how their oldest sister went head first into where Arachne lived, and brought her into Tarterus along with her self and her brave sacrifice

When Athena found out she let out a silent tear, she truly did love her daughter however even though she was the goddess of wisdom, she still had no idea of how to show it

She then summoned back the invisibility cap and Annabeths leather necklace

She now keeps the hat on her throne at olympus and a reminder of her favourite daughters bravery

The necklace was mailed to Annabeths father who now wears it every single day

Her mortal family are obviously devastated, even more at the fact that they never had a chance to say goodbye or burry her body as it was lost in tarterus

The camp seems to be darker without Annabeth around

Annabeth then goes on to Elysium, where she's greeted by Charlie, Silena, Luke (who she gives the cold shoulder to), Ethan, Bianca and everyone else

[iheartgirlzn]

DATING LEO VALDEZ HEADCANNONS

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

🍔 notes: LEO VALDEZ SUPREMACY!!

leo valdez who is obsessed with you and everything that makes you you.

leo valdez who will shamelessly flirt with you in even the worst of circumstances.

leo valdez who practically worships the ground you walk on.

leo valdez who will always be there for you.

leo valdez who loves holding your hand.

leo valdez who adores you and constantly stares at you heart-eyed.

leo valdez who’s never too far away from you, trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

leo valdez who will only ever take a break if it’s you who’s asking him to.

leo valdez who makes things to give you.

leo valdez who almost cries when he sees that you’ve kept every tiny creation he’s made for you in your cabin.

leo valdez who actually relaxes around you and feels as if he can be himself.

leo valdez who genuinely laughs and smiles when he’s with or around you.

leo valdez who loves you with his whole heart, soul, and more.

(leo valdez who knows he wants to marry you when you’re both older.)

[deadghosy]

Mattheo with a Percy Jackson! Reader headcannons

Makes you do some shit with water most of the time.

“Yo, y/n can you put water in my cup?” And it could be at a restaurant or just at home as he pushes his glass towards you. You narrowed you eyes before water came down rushing at mattheo. Mattheo is then soaked with a smile. His brown curly hair drenched covering his eyes. “Thanks.” “No problem Matt.”

The two of you just doing chaotic ass shit to the point you two has be separated in class 😭

A funny little headcannon I have in my mind is that Mattheo definitely opens his mouth so you can move water into it. He definitely did this either sober or high at least.

Imagine just you trying to make mattheo drink water as he is drunk as hell and you just splash him with a random wave of sink water

Headcannon on Mattheo making dumb ass water jokes at you

“Are you h20? Cause I wanna drink you up.”

“…are you fuckin high?”

Imagine mattheo on a hot day asking you to make the common room a fucking big ass pool.

“You’re the heir of the god of seas…can’t you just make a big wave of water come?” “And you want me to flood the damn common room with water?” “…yess..”

Imagine you two just messing with other Slytherins for fun. Always doing shit for in as the heir of Poseidon

“You see Theodore?” Mattheo says pointing at the Italian Slytherin who was relaxing by the lake

“Yeah?” You said confused.

“Push his ass into the water…” you looked at mattheo as if he was crazy. But you then chuckled nodding as a body of water dragged Theodore into the black lake. Immediately Nott came out of the water cursing, you and mattheo couldn’t hold im the laughs. That’s when Theodore spotted you two. The tall Slytherin strutted over to where you and mattheo hid.

“SHIT MATTHEO RUN!” You yelled running as mattheo followed your lead. “TORNA QUI, YOU PUSSIES!” Theodore yelled in an angry tone. His native language slipping out. (Come back here)

[screenshotsonpinterest]

Percy takes Annabeth to see Hadestown on a weeknight date and thinks she’s going to spend the whole time complaining about the inaccuracies but she’s crying by the wedding song and almost break his fingers holding his hand because she knows in another life that’s them

[artoatsblog]

Hey, you can make your favorite characters disabled and I'm not just talking about making them a cane user (although there's nothing wrong with that), you can give them anything give them dwarfism even though they're not short in cannon, make them a amputee, give them brain damage, make them a intellectually disabled person or give them cerebral palsy, you can give them anything.

[ima-banana]

Every relationship goal in CHB is just reduced to campers pointing at Annabeth and Percy and saying "I want that" or someone asks "What do you want in a relationship" and the person slowly turns toward Annabeth and Percy. You want someone who'd do anything for you? Percy and Annabeth. You want someone who could never forget you? Percy and Annabeth. You want someone who'll find you, no matter what it takes? Percy. And. Annabeth.

[adamsolangelofangirl]

the apollo cabin listens to albums together when they get released

this is cannon

you're welcome

[seagull9111]

will solace doesnt cannonically have freckles, but we all agree he does. right?

[lukesandromeda]

gimme ur fav luke headcanons 😏

DATING l. castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

a/n: hi soleil it spooks me what u will do with this information but i also got so carried away with this for some reason and i did in fact not proofread it

• he’s a thief. so obviously as soon as you point out something in the store, uttering a quick “that’s pretty,” he’s nodding and pushing you along to go to another section of the store, mumbling something like, “sure is.” so as soon as you’re not looking he’s breaking the tag off the item and sliding it into his back pocket because he knows that if you were to see him, you’d scold him for his habit.

and when he hands it over to you later without an explanation, you’re asking, “how did you buy this?” and when he looks away nervously, you’re quick to lecture him about why what he did was wrong—but he doesn’t care; he gets to see the smile and appreciation from you.

• hearing constant “i’m so sorry” when he comes late to hang out with you. he’s the head counselor and has so many responsibilities to the point that even begging mr. d to let him go and hang out with his girlfriend will never work.

so when he finally does have the time to hang out, he’s exhausted—beads of sweat from sparring evident on his forehead as he takes the backpack he had slung over his shoulder and tosses it to the ground.

and he’s trying to give you as much attention as he can as he shares stories from his day with you, but his adhd’s getting to him and his eyes are so, so heavy and—you finally ask him if he just wants to go to sleep, and he’s jumping out of bed and changing into comfortable sleeping clothes.

soon he’s back in bed with you, comfortable and grateful enough that the few time he gets with you is not as stressful as what he had to deal with before.

• omfg sparring is the worsttttt with him. he makes you schedule two whole hours, yapping about something like, “i’ll just tell any other kids who wanna practice to wait until tomorrow,” and you’re telling him how it’s not fair for you to take that practice away from someone else, and he’s rolling his eyes and leaving your cabin after pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead and mumbling, “see you tomorrow.” when you do see him tomorrow, he’s already working on his footwork and smirks as you arrive. the next couple hours are brutal. there are no breaks. at that point, why did you even bring a water bottle?

because every time he has you pinned down and you’re grunting, your throat dry as you look over to your water, he tilts your head back to him with his sword and gives you a look that tells you to focus.

and every time he gets his touch on you, he’s ordering, “again.” he wins. “again.” he wins again. “again.” so many times that you repeat the same moves, and every time, his sword is lightly pressed against your chest and you’re muttering in surrender.

after the fifteenth time of hearing the word again, you drop your sword to the ground and shove him, knocking his sword out of his hands. you break down into tears of frustration, and he’s quick to explain to you that he’s not trying to make you angry—just teach you how to protect yourself.

• usually he’s the one to hold you in his arms and let you speak your mind; he’s usually your rock. but some nights, when maybe a new camper has gotten claimed, or maybe someone got a birthday gift from their godly parent, he’s laying in the crook of your neck as he suppresses his tears against the soft skin there.

he’s talking for hours, babbling about gods know what. you find yourself wondering: how did he go from talking about nick, his newest cabin mate, getting claimed as a child of apollo, to talking about what he would name a dragon? you didn’t mind, because at least now he’s not crying about his father and the stupid quest he’d sent him on.

eventually, after a long day of a fake smile and the stressful teaching of a six hour sparring class, he falls asleep, his last words of “i love you” resting on his lips.

• he’d been happy the entire night—the blue team, his team, had won capture the flag again. he’d had so much fun at the celebration afterwards, (or at least it seemed,) but now it’s time to get ready for bed. it’s 1:30 am, and you’re washing off your makeup in the bathroom mirror when luke comes in, reaching for another rag.

he stands next to you in the mirror, watching your reflection for a moment before his eyes flick over to himself. his jaw clenches, his eyes trailing up and down the left side of his face before he swallows and wets the rag.

he begins to wipe the dirt and grime off his face, slowing down when the cloth traces the scar on his cheek. he drops the rag in the sink and sniffles, walking out of the bathroom and into the bed. once you’re finished, you join him in your room and climb into the bed. you lay down, and he rolls over and rests his face in the crook of his neck.

you wonder why it feels weird for a moment, and then you realize he has his head tilted oddly so that the left side of his face is hiding in the crook of his neck. odd, you think, considering he’d been complaining about neck pain the day before. you lift his head up, hand tracing on his left cheek and he freezes, body tensing.

“luke?” you ask, your eyes searching for a reason to his odd behavior. you look at where your fingers are tracing; on the scar. you understand, and for a moment, you see his eyes fill up with tears.

you swallow and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his scar before resting your forehead against his. he closes his eyes with a pained expression. moments pass, and then he moves to rest his head in the crook of your neck again, but this time he doesn’t hide his scar.