#percy jackson twitter au

[litcrazh]

SURPRISE

PERCY JACKSON SOCIAL MEDIA!!!

for everyone following me for mlb twitter au don’t even worry i’m still going to work on it but percy jackson was my first love

[acetheta]

(part 2 !!)

[srvbryn]

More tweets with PJO characters 🙏🏻💯🗣️

Warning: implied Luke X Reader, the word slut 🤔🤔, Solangelo, This is just Luke tbh 🙏🏻🙏🏻

A/n: force feeding myself with Luke content , if you want to be tagged in my SMAU content just comment <33

[paintedpatroclus]

percy jackson au!!

steve is counselor for aphrodite, eddie for hermes!

[cosmicpancakes]

pjo tweets part 1 bc I'm bored

[thegirlwholivesin-delusion]

As a potterhead + pjo fan

I support this AU

[dreamyzworldlove]

hello everyone twitter has gone to shit but i decided to make fake twitter profiles for riordanverse characters<3

they’re not perfect but i think they’re pretty cool :)

[ramen8008]

Master list

That's a lie. This is not a master list. Idk how to make those and they seem like too much work.

BUT just click the specific tags.

For no purpose here's a list of fandoms that may or may not increase over time

Miraculous ladybug and Chat Noir (obvi been at it for so long it's too late to give up)

Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus

Six of Crows Duology (My babies I would die for them)

Marvel (basically iron-dad stuff rn)

Minor fandoms ( I post them every once in a while but not a lot)

Spy x family

Epic: the musical

Marvel (other stuff)

Also for anything particular you want from these fandoms or anything PLEASE let me know. Send me asks. About anything really

[ssasides205]

Fic Project 2(short)

I finally have enough worked into my project as to post it here, so, finally introducing:

the band/twitter au (it's gonna be a short fic jsyk)

[happyk44]

A deranged thought regarding my Tartarus AU, but idk misery or someone grabbing a hold of Nico because he belongs there, he's so sad and tortured, son of Hades, is Tartarus not just the underworld's basement? He doesn't need to stay above.

And Nico is all for dying there.

Like it would suck but whatever Thanatos visits his mom regularly, he'll just sit outside Nyx's house until Thanatos comes and then go home with him.

But Percy is adamant that Nico is coming with them and so whatever is keeping Nico trapped is "oh you think, he belongs with you? prove it"

And then Percy ends up fucking Nico in front of the entity to prove his claim as Annabeth does her best to hold it off until he comes.

Absolutely none of them talk about it at all once they're allowed to leave with Nico in tow.

[litcrazh]

i’ll do more members soon but

[acetheta]

i finished!!!! (part 1)

[dyinggirldied]

This would be a fun and awesome fic to read. Wish I can write it cuz I have been in all of these fandoms at some points in my life.

Phantom makes the mistake of creating a Twitter account. The problem with this is that his new phone (which he made himself out of spite to be indestructible) was powered by ectoplasm and had the ability to communicate in the Infinite Realms.

What Danny didn't plan was for it to be able to access the Twitter of all dimensions and realitys through the Infinite Realms. He was having a nice rant to Red Huntress over Twitter (anyone who interacts with his posts can be seen throughout the multiverse too) when this guy called Nightwing got all concerned and started asking wierd questions like, "Your pelt?!?!?" "Who is your mentor?" "Why can't we track you?" As if that one wasn't concerning and "What do you mean you've never heard of the Justice League?!"

Needless to say everyone in the DC universe is concerned and desperately trying to find these little vigilante children before they get themselves killed.

Phantom has taken to sharing pictures of Amity Park and his enemies and explaining things on his Twitter and every time he does it gets worse and worse. Danny is taking sadistic glee in tormenting them with the terrible reality of his afterlife.

[srvbryn]

Merrily we fall out of line out of line 😔😔💔💔

More tweets with Pjo characters<33

Warning: none!, implied Luke X Reader, Percabeth, solangelo, Percy and his blond moment

[cartierre]

SEE YOU AGAIN | logan lerman

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU logan lerman x fem!driver!reader

side note: logan lerman the man you are side note pt2: the beginning is basically just a lot of twitter threads excuse me

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tagged: loganlerman

yourusername to you he's percy, to me he's that guy that follows me around the world sometimes to watch me drive a car around squiggly circles

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user1 the whole twitter girlies coming on here to get their hands onto new logan pictures

user2 i just know his hair has the softest structure ever

loganlerman i'm more than just percy 😔 ⤷ yourusername i know baby, i know 🫶🏻

user3 not her dismissing logan's whole career as an actor to just percy jackson ⤷ user4 omg people these days can't take a joke anymore

user5 is this how i find out logan has instagram?

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tagged: yourusername

loganlerman Waking up next to my best friend and now fiancée this morning has me looking forward to waking up next to my wife in the future. I love you, Y/N.

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user6 AAAAHHHH OMG OMG

user7 i shouldn't have opened this on my way to school because now i'm crying

user8 i'm so happy you two have found each other!

landonorris congratulations to you two! can't wait for the wedding 🤞🏻 comment liked by loganlerman ⤷ loganlerman thank you for helping me with y/n's busy schedule

user9 LANDO HELPING LOGAN PROPOSE TO Y/N I CAN'T MY HEART

user10 my annabeth and percy 💙💙

yourusername i didn't know it was possible to love another human as much as i love you ⤷ loganlerman i knew the moment i first saw you

[demigodsanswer]

Absolutely loving the modern royals au! Would love to see when Annabeth reveals to Percy that she knows Spanish (or maybe Percy finds out on his own ?)

this is basically how Percy goes from Annabeth's fun, flirty hook up to Fred assessing if he is marriage material in only three months

modern royals au

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It was her last day in Paris.

And for the fifth day in a row, she was in Percy Jackson's lap.

They'd been spotted together at the catacombs. Then the next day at Shakespeare and Company (he'd bought her a copy of Ulysses). Then last night getting drinks together. They were really causing some buzz on Royal Twitter. She was already seeing calls for her to marry him.

She just might.

"[I'm going to miss you. I hope you visit me when you're in New York,]" Percy whispered to her.

"What about New York?" Annabeth asked.

Before she left Paris, she had to tell him the truth. She would tell him. She'd tell him tonight. Absolutely.

"Just that my door is open if you want to visit me," he said, feeling her up, trying to pretend he'd said something more detached from his true feelings.

"I just might have to," she said with a flirty toss of her hair, falling back into their game. Come on, tell him the truth.

Percy rolled his hips up towards her. They were still dressed. He wasn't even really hard yet from what she could tell. Better to do it now, she thought.

"[I hope you do. You're not like any other woman I've ever met,]" he said, before biting her neck a little. "Do you want to talk dirty to me, Princess?" Percy asked.

"I uh ..." she stammered, losing hold of her carefully curated flirtatious mask. Oh god. "I ... Percy --"

Percy leaned back against the headboard and rested a hand on her face, his thumb rubbing over her cheek. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she promised.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to," he reminded her.

"No, no," good start. That's Spanish for 'no,' "I want to, I just ..."

Percy kissed her gently. "Take your time."

Annabeth kissed him, trying to get a little of her moxie back. She felt his hands grope her ass, and he asked: "Do you want me to touch you here again?"

"Yes, Percy I --"

"Go on Princess, tell me what you want," he goaded.

"[I want to tell you how much everything you've said this week has meant to me,]" she said rapidly in Spanish. She should have practiced, she realized. Her reading and listening comprehension was good, but when it came to the accent ... well her week speaking French and her lifetime of speaking Swedish didn't make for a perfect Spanish accent.

Percy pushed her back away from him by her shoulders.

There was a long, terrible silence where they just stared, and he processed what she'd just said, and she processed how betrayed he looked.

"Percy, I --"

He grabbed her legs and toppled her off of him, onto her back on his bed, as he moved to stand.

"Percy, please --"

Annabeth had suffered a good number of heartbreaks in the last ten years, but she'd never gotten better at coping with them. There were college girlfriends who didn't understand her being bisexual or her being in the closet. There were other men in recent years who seemed so promising, but just wanted her proximity to power, or the attention she got. She was twenty-eight. No boyfriend, no consort, no children.

And Percy Jackson was about to kick her out of bed. And this one she'd done to herself.

"You speak Spanish?" He asked. His back was turned to her, his legs hanging off the edge, but he turned his head to look towards her when he spoke.

"Yes, I can explain though --"

"You lied to me!" Percy said. "And then you just let me go on, and on, like an idiot."

"No, no," Annabeth crawled closer to him. Hesitantly, she rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're not an idiot Percy, please don't say that. I didn't meant to lie to you."

"You said 'I don't know what you're saying,''' Percy recalled.

"No," she protested, "I said 'am I supposed to know what you're saying?' I thought you maybe wanted to do some language barrier role play or something. But then you kept saying all these thing --"

"Really personal things!"

"I know! And I wasn't lying just now. Those things you said, they mean so much to me." Annabeth felt tears prick her eyes. She'd learned how to carefully control her emotions throughout her teen years. She could turn them off for politics, or if she was flirting, or even just fucking someone. But when she felt something for someone?

She felt tears on her face, and when she drew a shaky breath, Percy turned around to face her.

"Annabeth, you're crying?" He said, but it sounded like a question. He wiped away a tear, concern painting his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's okay, I actually cry a lot. If you get to know me better, you'll deal with this all the time," she warned. "Can I just," she took a deep breath and composed herself, "explain, without you getting angry for a minute."

Percy nodded. Annabeth rested back on her heels.

"People flatter me all the time. Whether that's because it's their job to treat me well, or because they want something from me -- my fame, my proximity to power, my popularity, to get me into bed. I hear nice things all the time. And I never know who's telling me the truth.

"I was perfectly happy to just hook up with you twice, and then send you an NDA so you couldn't go to the press with details about what we did. But then ... you thought I couldn't understand what you were saying. So you started being so honest. And it ... it felt special. I knew you weren't just flattering me, that you actually felt that way about me. I was selfish. I wanted to keep hearing them." She paused. "Oh god, you were actually being honest, right. I'm not a complete fool?"

He grabbed her hands, and shifted his body slightly to face her more. "I was, I was being honest, I promise," he said. "I really think all those things. That doesn't ... freak you out? I mean, some of it was intense."

"It was lovely," Annabeth corrected. "I think you're the most handsome man I've ever seen. And I've had a crush on you since we were twelve. You're so charming, and kind, and thoughtful. And I love that you're bisexual, I mean, that's such a bonus, to have someone who understands me --"

Percy cut her off with a kiss -- hot, passionate, his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to his chest.

"I love our little games," Percy said, pulling back, "but it seems like we both like it best when we're honest."

"I can do honest," Annabeth promised, "I might just be more emotional than you're used to me being."

"Hey, me too," Percy said. "Wasn't the point of the game, anyway? To hide how we were really feeling?" Percy wondered.

Annabeth nodded. "I guess it was."

Percy's arms were still around her, and Annabeth used the chance to lean back in for a hug. Percy gave her a good squeeze.

"How long are you in Sweden?" Percy asked, his head on her shoulder, still embracing her.

"Two weeks."

"And then how long are you in New York?"

"Three months, about, unless something catastrophic happens back home." She pulled away, letting his arms drop from around her.

"Text me when you're settled. I'll take you out," Percy promised.

"I'll text you when I land," Annabeth said with a smile.

"Deal. Where do you like to go?"

Annabeth thought for a moment. "You can take me to the Met. archives, show me where you work, let me touch some old stuff," Percy chuckled. "Then we'll go on a walk in the park. And then, we'll cut across to Lincoln Center and you can take me to the ballet."

"The ballet?" Percy asked.

"Yes, the ballet. New York City Ballet is mounting Sleeping Beauty in a few weeks, and I want to see it," she told him.

"Alright. Could be cool to see how a ballet does a big dragon battle," Percy said.

Annabeth carded her fingers through his hair. "There are no dragons in the ballet version."

Percy flopped onto his back. "Well then what's the fucking point?"

"I guess it does sound kind of boring," Annabeth agreed, crawling until she was next to him. She settled into his side, and wrapped an arm over his torso. "I am really sorry I didn't tell you the truth."

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to explain," he said back.

"Truce?" She asked.

"Truce. But just so I know for the future, what languages do you speak?" He asked her.

"Swedish and English --"

"Okay, duh," Percy interrupted.

"Hush. Swedish, English, Norwegian, Finnish, touches of Icelandic, French, Spanish, Italian, bits of Ancient Greek and Latin, and bits of German. But the German is really rusty," she finished.

"Jesus Christ, Chase, you are too fucking smart for me," he said, resting a hand over his eyes.

"Hey, you're the smarty pants with a master's degree from Yale, and soon-to-be Ph.D. from Oxford," she said.

"Haven't even applied yet," he said.

"Oh, you'll get in," she promised. "I know it's our last night in Paris, but could we just ... do this instead?" Annabeth asked, gesturing to their cuddling position.

Percy squeezed her into his side. "I was going to ask the same thing. Want to get comfy?" He asked.

Getting comfy meant taking off their clothes, slipping into pajamas (she stole a pair of shorts and a hoodie that she had no intentions of giving back), and snuggling under the covers.

"Also," Percy started when the lights were off and they were just a tangle of limbs, "we really need to work on your Spanish accent."

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Princess Annabeth's exterior public self v her private self is essentially: