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gogobootz1 · 9 months

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At War

Luke Castellan x Reader [fem!daughter of Apollo]

Summary: There's nothing like some friendly competition, but when planning rival parties, you and Luke are a little less than friendly.

Word count: 2k

Every year, there came a time for the retreats- a chance for children of the gods to bond and have some special fun. One big retreat seemed pointless, so camp faculty allowed two. The two retreats accidentally split the boys and girls, and naturally, they turned into an (unofficial) competition. As one of the oldest and most experienced campers- you’d been volunteering to champion a retreat for years. Traditionally, you’ve hosted a slumber party equipped with PJs, dancing, games, movies, braid trains, nail polish, and basically anything anyone could want. You also, of course, have the best food. Each year, it’s been a hit, and it’s only gotten better with time.

The only problem is that you have tough competition. The day after the retreats, you always hear about what happened at the other one. Paintball, camping, fishing, mad romps through the wood, scary stories- barbecue. Everyone loved it. And every year, you’ve had to quietly conceal your anger and jealousy. It pains you to admit that Luke sure can throw a party (maybe even better than you can). But this year, you are more determined than ever to outdo him.

The two of you have long been in competition, and things have only escalated. As hilarious as Mr. D found both your antics last year, Chiron was extremely unhappy about the fact the two of you had exceeded the budget by miles. He’d told you both to reign it in this year or no more retreats. When he felt that didn’t sufficiently move you, he threatened to let other people plan them. You both caved and vowed to stick to the budget this year.

You’re always a little frantic the day of, and today is no different. To your chagrin, Luke is cool as a cucumber. It pisses you off to no end.

“Nervous?” A smug voice voice asks from behind your back. You drop the spoon you were using to push mashed potatoes around your plate.

You turn slowly on the bench, “Why should I be?"

“Usually, you’re pulling out your hair before the retreats,” he says skeptically, “perfectionism taking its toll.”

“Yeah? Well, my perfectionism makes my parties perfect,” you flaunt. The few sisters that can stand to be around you when you’re stressed roll their eyes. It’s clear to them this is escalating.

“What about when Susie vomited in your bouncy house last year?” He taunts, and you glare at him. That girl should not have been jumping after four bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and two Redbulls- it was hardly your fault.

“How about when Aidan got a concussion after falling off the mechanical bull?” You snap back.

You don’t notice Luke’s shadow until he pipes in, “Are these people okay?”

“They signed waivers!” You say at the same time, and the new Poseidon kid takes a defensive step back. You send Luke a glare when you realize you spoke in sync. He huffs before smirking at you.

“Good luck with your sleepover,” he mocks, “You’re gonna need it.” Before you can reply, he marches away, protégée in tow.

“Eat shit!” You call out after him.

“That was weak, girl,” one of your sisters says.

“Shut up, I know,” you shake your head at her, “now come help me set up.” You drag her up by her elbow to make your sacrifices, then get to work.

Five hours later, the main hall looks great. Your disco ball is glimmering, the mini photo booth is equipped with feather boas and pink cowboy hats, the food is all laid out, and the stage you bribed some Hephaestus kids to build looks great.

“Perfect,” you whisper, pleased at your surroundings.

“Fucking finally!” Your sister throws her hands up and walks away. You’ve very likely driven most of your half-siblings insane today.

“Thanks for your help!” You call after her, and as she goes, you spot some prying eyes through the window. Percy, you think his name is, looks afraid now that you’ve caught him peering in through the window. In a few swift moves, you leave the room and block his exit from the patio.

“Can I help you?” You ask suspiciously.

“Just admiring your excellent disco theme,” he says, putting an ultra-sweet smile on his face. As charming as the boy is, you take your retreat very seriously and feel a deep-seated urge to protect it from potential sabotage.

“Mhmmm,” you nod, “and you wouldn’t happen to be reporting back to anyone about what you’ve seen?”

“Whaaaaaat?” Percy asks, awkwardly chuckling.

Your shoulders drop, of course, Luke would stoop to employing spies. You dig into your pocket and pull out a ten-dollar bill, “I’ll give you this if you act as a double agent.”

He eyes your money suspiciously, “Do you really think I can be bought?”

You roll your eyes and pull out another bill, “How’s twenty?”

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he grabs both bills from your hand and shakes it. Percy happily walks past you, shoving his new earnings into his pocket.

You grin, “Make sure he hears all about how awesome my party is!”

“I’m on it, boss,” he calls over his shoulder. After a short walk, he’s back to the boathouse lounge where Luke has been waiting for his report.

“Well?” The older boy asks him, jumping up from his spot on the couch.

Percy shakes his head solemnly, “Bad news, boss.”

“What?!” He asks, eyes wide. “Don’t tell me she went over budget. She didn't get another mariachi band, did she?” Percy shakes his head and files this new information away. With what he’s been hearing about the last few retreats, he’s almost sad to have missed them.

“No, but it does look super cool,” he nods, and it really wasn’t a lie- he saw a chocolate fountain on that snack table.

“Damn,” Luke’s face twitches in annoyance.

“But your party will be great too, I’m sure,” he smiles, nodding reassuringly.

“Of course, it will,” he says defensively, “make sure you check back in over there from time to time. I want to know how it’s progressing.”

“Sure,” Percy nods, but his concern at the competitiveness underlying this event grows. He wonders just how bad this will get tonight. But check back in he does, and he won’t deny he enjoys himself at the sleepover. Every time he visits, you give him a new sparkly mocktail, and the Aphrodite girls give him a new feather boa. At one point, he’s wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and eating some cake. He was very impressed when M&Ms fell out of the middle as you cut it. Apparently, it’s also one of your newest sisters’ birthdays- he’s heard whisperings of some big special present for her yet to come.

Each time Percy returns to the other retreat, he can see Luke get a little more tense. The fact that he’s exaggerating doesn’t help either. When he tells the older boy that you have an ice sculpture spitting Dr. Pepper, he thinks he sees steam pour from Luke’s ears. It’s not like people aren’t enjoying his party, but Percy can that Luke wants to one-up you and feels like he’s falling short.

“And I’ve heard she has a special surprise in store for Sophie since it’s her birthday. Apparently, she’s the newest addition to their cabin, so she wants to do something special,” Percy nods at him, eating a taco he had brought back from your party. Luke cuts him off by grabbing the taco from his hand just as he’s about to take another bite. “Hey!” He protests when Luke puts it right in the trash.

“When is this surprise?” He asks the twelve-year-old.

“The Aphrodite girls told me I should be back in like twenty minutes so I wouldn’t miss it,” Percy tells him.

“And when was that?”

“Like twenty minutes ago,” he shrugs, and Luke just stares at him. “Ohhhhh,” he says when he realizes how long it’s been.

“Come on,” Luke shakes his head and starts out the door, Percy in tow. They can hear the surprise before they see it, an ABBA song blasting out of the building. Only, they don’t realize who's performing it until they walk in. Along with two of your musically-inclined Apollo sisters, you’re dressed in bell bottoms and sleeves. And you look like you’re having the time of your life- until you spot them, that is.

“Look, look, look, look,” you pull the microphone away to mutter to Tanya. Her shock is visible, but you both keep performing anyway. The crowd goes wild at the end, and Sophie runs up on stage to give you a big hug. You let Tanya take over host duties and make your way through the crowd to the party crasher.

“That was,” Luke starts, but you are not keen to hear whatever he has to say about your outfit, or your performance, or your party.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

His expression instantly sours, “I wanted some Dr. Pepper from your ice sculpture, where is it?”

“What are you talking about?” You’re highly confused until Percy gives you the cut-it-out motion from behind Luke’s back. “We put it back in the freezer,” you say, and Percy gives you the thumbs up. No matter what you think of him, Luke’s not an idiot. He turns around in time to spot Percy’s gestures.

“Wait a second, are you two colluding?” He looks between the two of you in shock.

“You were colluding with him first,” you shrug, crossing your arms. “You really earned that twenty dollars, by the way,” you compliment the kid, and he gives you a pleased nod.

“Dude,” Luke turns toward Percy, betrayed.

“She outbid you,” he shrugs. “Hey, what if you guys just went to each other’s parties?”

You both eye the boy suspiciously, “Why would we do that?” You ask him, and Luke nods in agreement.

“Well, you’re both so desperate to know about the other’s party, so why don’t you just experience it for yourselves?” Percy asks, and when he feels you aren’t sufficiently moved by it, he tries again. “If you attend both parties, you can decide who wins.”

“Good enough for me,” Luke wanders off into your party.

“Yeah, okay,” you head for the door.

“Hopeless,” Percy mumbles, shaking his head.

An hour later, you and Luke meet in the middle of your respective parties. You stare at each other for a minute before you admit in sync, “I had fun.”

“We have to stop doing that,” you shake your head.

“Agreed.”

You’re both silent again for a minute. “The slip and slide was a good idea,” you say reluctantly, soap still in your hair, “low budget but lots of fun. Tubing was good too. And the campfire.” You had changed out of the disco attire and into shorts and a T-shirt over your swimsuit.

“Did you try-“

“Chris can really grill,” you nod. After some hesitance, you finally choke out a confession, “I am very displeased to call you the winner.”

“No way,” he shakes his head.

“What?”

“You totally won,” he shrugs, “the disco was killer.” You only now realize he changed into pajamas.

“You actually embraced the sleepover?”

He flicks some grass off your shoulder, “You gave my party a fair shot.” That’s true, and you nod, looking away for a second. “The chocolate fountain was a nice touch.”

“Thank you.”

“And I was trying to tell you earlier, but your performance was really cool,” he admits.

“Yeah?” A genuine grin grows on your face at this. Most everyone in the Apollo cabin loves music, but some of your half-siblings are more keen to perform than you. Hearing this, and from him especially, means a lot.

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling now too. “You’re the winner here.”

“Let’s call it a draw?” You offer, and he nods.

“What if we just worked together and planned one party next year?” He asked, and you pretend to consider it for a moment.

“That could be cool,” you nod, “imagine what we could do with the combined budget.”

He grins and scrunches his nose, “How about we enjoy this year’s party until then?”

“We could do that,” you nod, “where to?”

He swiftly wraps an arm over your shoulder and starts guiding you back to your party, “Let’s boogie.” You laugh, and he thinks it’s a sound he could get used to.

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I've been awake for too long so idk if this is coherent but I had fun <3

#luke castellan x reader #pjo fanfic #luke x reader #pjo series #luke castellan #pjo x reader #pjo tv show #charlie bushnell #luke castellan x you

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voltronisanobsession · 1 year

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Hey! Doing good I hope?

I’ll make this brief since I don’t want to take up too much time, but I love Scarlet Witch and Percy Jackson so… Why not put them together? What if the reader is a child of Hecate with magic similar to Scarlet Witch’s? Powerful and dangerous, yet Percy is the only demigod who doesn’t fear her. If anything, he’s actually curious.

Reader being a Child of Hecate

YEAAHH MY FIRST PJ REQUEST WOOOO‼️‼️ I did a little research on Hecate and bro this idea is literally so COOL📢 Also I’m gonna make it so that you know, Hecate is fighting alongside Kronos just to make things more dramatic. Also this might be long but let me know if you want more calmer headcanons of child of Hecate since I feel like i always stray from the request💔💔💔

Meeting reader was definitely a nightmare

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover had stumbled upon you one night on one of their quests and to say you were a strong demigod was an understatement

You were powerful, your magic (which Percy didn’t know was possible for a demigod to have) was unlike anything they’ve ever seen before

Believing they were your enemy, you did not hold back when attacking them

“I told you I don’t want to join your STUPID ARMY!”

At the raise of your hand a powerful blast sent the group flying back

Before they could even recover or say anything, you begin to speak in a low voice, moving your hand as fog came out of nowhere

From this fog, misty figures emerged and attacked them, the reader controlling the mist with every flick of their wrist

Yeah after that fight, Annabeth and Grover were not so fond of your presence alongside them

Her not trusting you as easily as Percy and Grover not liking how you were able to make these dangerous figures appear out of nowhere put them on edge around you

Percy on the other hand only had questions and questions to ask

“How did you make those guys appear?” “Do you like, control fog?” “If you’re part human, whose your godly parent then?”

Finding out that Hecate was your mother only made the group tense since the goddess was currently on their enemies side in the growing war

At camp, being a child of Hecate, most, if not all, of the campers avoid you

Claiming that you would use your magic against them, the campers choose to steer clear from you

Not Percy though

He’s like a little leech on your back, a lost puppy following a random stranger

He does his best to make you feel somewhat at home since he understands what it’s like being an outcast because of your differences

He learns more about you as you begin opening up to him the longer he’s around, like how your life was before finding out you were a half blood, some of your powers that you demonstrated as you lifted him off the ground

You weren’t a bad person everyone believed you to be

At one point though, Percy catches you sneaking out of the Big House with a paper in your hands when he was sneaking out to use the bathroom himself

Except you were caught by Chiron

He quickly jogs over to see what was happening only to be in shock at what you did

“What are you doing here Y/N? And what do you have in your hand?”

You slowly begin moving your hands in the same familiar way you once did all that time ago in your first meeting

“What do you mean? I don’t have anything. I’m not even here in front of you. In fact, you were actually heading back in after watching the stars, never coming across anyone on your way out.”

Chiron’s eyes glazed over as you snuck around the centar, running from the Big house and into the dark woods. The centar then looked around in confusion before looking up to the sky and chuckling

“Lovely constellations as always.” Percy watched as Chiron shut the door, acting as if nothing ever happened

Rushing after you, carefully avoiding any harpies, Percy followed the sound of quiet whisperings, seeing you in a clearing, hunched over with small candles surrounding your figure

It took everything in him to not yell when he saw the dead crawling from the ground and begin whispering in your ears, ghosts floating around you while you kept your eyes closed.

The stick Percy stepped on though immediately drew your attention as all the ghosts vanished as quickly as they came

“Whose there?”

Slowly the boy walks out, eyes wide as he meets your own shocked ones

“I thought you said you were a child of Hecate, not Hades.”

It took everything in you to not smack your face at his dumb words

You would explain everything to him, why you grabbed the paper, how you were able to manipulate the Mist with Chiron, and how since your mother was also the goddess of necromancy, you were able to speak to the dead about what the future held in store, hence why you needed the paper with information

Now at this point he thinks you’re the coolest demigod he’s ever met

Being able to manipulate the mist on someone like Chiron AND be able to basically see into the future

You’re like Percy’s new favorite subject to learn more about

He would keep what happened that night a secret but Percy would totally introduce you to Nico and expose you to the younger boy

And you guys would actually get along really well surprising (Percy’s a proud mother watching from afar)

Being able to talk to the dead, you both talk a lot as you realize you have many things in common

In battle, Percy stays far away from you since he wouldn’t want to get caught in your mist and be jumped by your warriors

And despite Annabeth’s persistent nagging on staying away from someone as dangerous as you, Percy can’t help but stare in awe whenever you use your magic, whether it be conjuring up a mist form or illusions for your enemies

Percy is one of the only people you can rely on since homeboy isn’t here to judge anyone

He finds all your powers really cool and if people are afraid of what you could do, then he makes sure to shoot down any concerns and accusations

OH ALSO!! You help him a lot when it comes to manipulating the mist when it comes to mortals since you’ve noticed how he has a lot of trouble with it

Overall, Percy is your 4lifer and always encourages you in everything you do

He’s so supportive I can’t💔

He can’t be afraid of what you powers you possess, not after getting to know who you really are

#Percy jackson x reader #Pjo x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo percy #x reader #pjo x you #percy jackson and the olympians x reader

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riddles-n-games · 9 months

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A few months ago, I had an anon request for Averyjameson headcanons about them spending time at True North for the holidays so here we are.

They arrive earlier than everyone else so they have a few days to themselves.

Jameson continues Avery's skiing lessons, teaching her a few tricks and some riskier ones when no bodyguards are around. Avery notices that he likes holding her waist a lot when he's teaching her a maneuver, sometimes longer than needed but she pretends she doesn't and secretly likes it when he does.

One day, they sneak out out of the lodge for an early morning game of Drop. Surprisingly, for her first time, Avery wins and manages to come back with barely a few scrapes compared to a certain someone. Jameson is all too happy, even if he's lost, but spends the rest of the day in bed or out in the hot tub with Avery tending to his wounds and giving him a kiss to the cheek.

When they're out on the trails, Jamie will sometimes sneak behind a tree, tug Avery along with him and have a quick make out sesh.

Before they come back in, both their faces are flushed red from the cold but Avery gets especially flushed, Jameson likes to pepper kisses along her cheeks and finish with a peck on her bright red nose. He calls her his Red-Nosed Reindear (cue eyerolling from his girlfriend).

They love to spend their evenings in front of the hearth wearing matching pjs and watching cheesy Hallmark movies. Jameson is actually a big sucker for them; it's his trash comfort.

Jameson makes hot chocolate and it's pretty amazing. It's his favorite holiday drink, as basic as it is. Avery doesn't judge him one bit for it but she prefers eggnog a little more.

Although they use the hot tub together, Avery has reverted to one piece bathing suits, she still isn't that comfortable in bikinis unless she has a pair of swim shorts on. Jameson is completely miffed by this as he really wants to see her in one again and even went so far as to sneak a red pair in her suitcase when she wasn't looking. She still hadn't put it on and he thinks maybe she hadn't found it (she has and knows that she didn't pack it but knows who did).

Throughout the holidays, he puts up a bunch of mistletoe and tries to catch her under it but ends up having to remove it because turns out, Libby is allergic.

For Christmas, Avery sets up a scavenger hunt for him to complete in order to find his present from her. It proves to be a bit difficult since they spend so much time together but when he's out on a solo ski, she takes a chance to hide another clue.

Jameson is ecstatic and pulls Avery along while he goes hunting, she merrily laughing at his antics. With every clue he finds, her smile gets bigger and bigger.

His gift from her is a card, the keys to the Chiron and tickets to the 24 Hours of Le Mans race in France for the following year. She also secured a personal day with the Aston Martin F1 team for him to participate with in training.

Her gift from him is a locket and bracelet set and a month of pottery classes since she's been wanting to actually try something new but keeps forgetting and because she's been very busy with work. He also got her a signed book series she'd been eyeing.

For New Year's, he surprises her with a visit from Toby.

At midnight, when they're about to drink spirits, she gifts him with a bottle of Jameson, laughing. He simply rolls his eyes.

They also do something similar to the Countdown Party in TFG, except, after midnight. For the first hour, they celebrate the New Year but after, they're a flurry doing all the most craziest things around the lodge; snowboarding at 1:00, drop challenge into the hot tub at 2:00, karaoke battle at 3:00, snowball fight in swimsuits at 4:00, reindeer sleighride at 5:00, etc.

Both of them get sick the following week and Nash is playing nurse because he was the only sensible one to not participate in Hour 4.

I hope you had fun reading. Stay tuned for a Christmas party fanfic with our favorite duo and fake dating Averyjameson au featuring a hot tub during the winter break story.

#avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #jameson winchester hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #true north #hawthorne shenanigans #hawthorne headcanons #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #tig #thl #tfg

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kozumesphone · 5 months

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hi! your writing style is so cute!!! <3

could I request for a jason x sister!reader fluff? maybe a holiday theme oneshot at camp ft. leo's silly little dialogues of course 💞

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ LIKE WE JUST MET .ᐟ

⤷ platonic!multiple x daughter of zeus!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . jason grace’s sister!reader and tooth rotting fluff ft. jason (ofc), leo and his adorable dialogues, just fluff basically, christmas party, and a fun day out for the demigods. ft. y/n saying a few words here and there in french, princess passenger!leo again <3, sugar crashed!leo, matching lightning mcqueen pjs for y/n & jace. alsoalso jason’s weatherman nickname inspired by this post.

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n — your name | n/n — nickname | r/n — random name | ‘merde’: shit | ‘mon amour’: my love

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.5k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhajshwkjs this request is everything! tysm anon, bc I miss winter sm 😭 this was the perfect way to get over my summer depression fr <3 hope you like it!

“rise and shine, my lovely buffalos!” clarisse’s voice rang loudly.

“stop, no,” jason groaned from the opposite side of the room, grabbing a pillow to cover his ears.

“I love you, but it’s christmas eve. let us sleep in, clarisse! even jace wants to!” I yelled.

I cracked an eye open, and sunlight filtered through the now-open door as clarisse walked in, her hand intertwined with a sleepy chris’.

“oh, the light, i’m going to go blind, merde-” I rambled and picked up a pillow, throwing it in the general area of the cabin’s door. a thwap sounded as clarisse caught the pillow before it maimed chris.

“man, wake up, where’s the christmas cheer, yeah?” chris said, extremely unenthusiastically.

“you’re half asleep, dude. let me sleep,” jason mumbled.

“yeah, we all know clarisse dragged you here-” suddenly, my blanket was yanked off my body as I muttered a string of curse words. “nooooooo, my lovely and warm blanket-”

a squeal sounded from jason’s side of the room and I sat up on my bed to see him blanket-less as well. satisfied that I wasn’t the only one who was being annoyed by the two lovebirds, I grinned.

“you know, this is the first time you didn’t wake up the second your clock hit 5 in the morning,” I chuckled at jason.

before he could reply, clarisse started ordering us around. “get out of your pyjamas and come around to the dining pavillion for breakfast at 8.”

she glanced at jason’s and mine matching lightning mcqueen pyjamas, and grinned. chris and her walked out, leaving the door open.

“at least close the door,” I mumbled.

we disappeared into our sides of the room to get ready, and met up outside the cabin in 20 minutes.

it was absolutely serene to wake up to an almost-empty camp as it was snowing, with the harpies asleep. a butterfly landed on jason’s nose and I smiled. in that moment, it felt like nothing could disrupt the harmony of the world-

“HEY, WEATHERMAN! oh hello, lovely n/n,” leo skidded to a stop in front of us and grinned.

“morning, princess,” I said. leo and I did our handshake, as jason was still preoccupied with the butterfly.

“dude, how did you not wake up at 5? did your alarm malfunction? I can fix it for ya,” leo commented, looking at jason.

“what, i’m not allowed to wake up late?” he rolled his eyes, and started walking towards breakfast. leo and I followed him, talking about our prank war against the stoll twins and the general ongoings of camp half-blood.

we all take our seats at the hermes cabin’s table since chiron decided we should just sit at the same table because we’re only 40-ish campers, as compared to the usual 150 or more.

jason talks with clarisse for a while as leo and I engage in conversation with connor and travis, as we wait for the food. when everything we could ever want for breakfast turns up in our plates, we collectively get up and make a line to offer some food to the gods. I drop in a portion of my french fries and some vegetables I didn’t want.

“good luck receiving burnt vegetables, my dudes on olympus,” leo said, looking at me dropping some broccoli into the pyre, making me roll my eyes.

as we ate, chiron walked trotted in and took his seat at the head of the table, as mr. d echoed his actions on the other side.

“merry christmas eve, kids,” chiron said. “we have an announcement to make.”

we stopped talking between ourselves and turned towards chiron.

“as you all know, most of our campers have left camp to visit their families for the winter,” chiron said, as we all nodded along.

“and in lieu of the small number of you left in camp, we wanted to let you know that we are giving you pesky kids permission to have a ‘party’ for christmas.” mr. d continued. “and as a bonus, for gods know what reason, chiron asked to send any four of you to the mortal world to buy some decorations, or whatever, and anything else you might need.”

chatter broke out at the news of camp’s first ever christmas party.

“no alcoholic drinks will be permitted, unfortunately,” mr. d remarked sadly, which no one bothered to hear.

by the end of breakfast, we were all talking about the things we’d need for the party, and I began making a list. after an hour of begging, chiron decided that jason, leo, travis, and I (or as mr. d called us: “lee, jackson, tyler, and r/n”) could go to buy decorations and food ingredients. he gave us a few american dollars, and told us to eat something with any remaining money. he also pulled jason and me aside, asking us to look after the other two.

we piled into the camp car with travis driving, and leo beside him. ever the passenger princess, he put on his sunglasses, turned up the radio, and started singing to some pop music.

in about half an hour, we reached a store called 7-eleven (“but why would you name a shopping centre in numbers?” leo had asked us the last time we’d been there) and walked into the store, the sound of the bell resonating behind us.

we split into each of the four aisles for food, use-and-throw cutlery, decorations, and board & card games.

I finished picking out the decorations first and met up with jason, who got lots of food, near the cashier.

“ooh, percy, hazel and nico would’ve loved the cocoa and marshmallows,” I said to jason, peeping into his basket.

“yeah. and frank, will and annie would’ve loved to help you put up all those streamers and everything,” he said.

I realised that it was the first time we were spending christmas without them.

“why do you guys look like someone ran over your favourite stuffed toy? it’s christmas eve, guys! cheer up!” travis said, slapping jason’s back.

leo joined us too, suddenly smacking my shoulder as well, earning himself a glare from jason.

jason and I scanned travis and leo’s baskets to make sure they didn’t get anything extra. satisfied, jason grabbed all four baskets and made small talk with the cashier about a football game till the billing finished.

“shotgun!” leo called, as soon as we got our receipt, and he ran away along with travis to get into the car. I chuckled and took two of the four bags from jason.

from the store, we drove to a cafe for some coffee and bagels before getting back to camp.

timeskip

by half past 10, the hecate, tyche, hebe, hypnos, hera, poseidon, and hephaestus cabins had all the decorations set up, while the athena, demeter, nike, iris, and hades cabins whipped up the foods. the remaining cabins (ares, apollo, artemis, zeus, hermes, nemesis, aphrodite, and dionysus) set up the various games and logs for the campfire. chiron and mr. d chopped and dragged a tree from the woods to decorate.

we began settling down in a circle around the campfire with the decorated and well-lit christmas tree to one side. the apollo kids began singing, and the hermes kids put on their own version of a musical they called ‘hamilton’.

games were played and christmas carols were sung until we felt sleepy, and the chirping of the crickets increased. I was on my fourth cup of hot chocolate (jason said it wasn’t healthy, but whatever) and fifth packet of mini marshmallows, while leo was… passed out beside me from way more than just five cups of hot chocolate and lots of candy. typical leo valdez sugar crash.

“ay, mon amour,” I laughed at him.

beside me, jason was smiling warmly at the fire. his face was glowing in the harsh light of the campfire, making him look every part thalia’s brother.

I was a few months younger than jason, but I was at camp before he stumbled in. thalia was almost like my blood sister, always taking care of me. at this moment, everything about jason reminded me of the girl I once loved like a sister.

campers’ clocks struck 12, echoing wishes of ‘merry christmas’ throughout the camp.

“merry christmas, n/n,” jason smiled down at me.

“merry christmas, weatherman.”

“N/N!!! mErrY cHriStMaaaaaaaS!-“

“merry christmas, your honour, bad boy supreme,” I laughed at leo.

getting up from our spots on the mattresses around the campfire, everyone made their way into the hermes cabin. they had the biggest beds, and we’d all gotten our cabin’s heaters into one for more warmth.

the stolls fell onto the bed first, followed by around 10-12 campers, jason, leo and me. everyone readjusted themselves to comfort, and we were all falling asleep.

in the morning, I wouldn’t have anyone to share a miraculous christmas kiss with, but I will have many hugs to give to the boys I loved like my own brothers, and that would be enough for me any day.

bonus!

“i’m not crying, you are,” chiron said, wiping a stray tear away, looking at the huge cuddle pile in the hermes cabin. “my babies!”

mr. d scoffed at him.

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ryah-wolfe · 6 months

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I’ve read the first Percy Jackson book for the first time and this crossover came to mind. I only know PJ universe through a quick and vague wiki search, so sorry if this is inaccurate.

The Foxhole Court x Percy Jackson and The Olympians

The message came in a sealed scroll, all formal and shit, asking for aid. Wymack wanted to burn the damned thing. But he knew a war between the immortals meant his foxes -his kids- would be dragged in anyways. Chiron asked for peace talks, wanting a reconciliation between the main camp and its runoff.

Most modern demigods are born for the modern aspects of their Godly parent, some kids though, are born from war for war. Their godly blood boiling in their bodies. Making them volatile, and perfect when in ancient times, there was always enemy forces that need slaying but in these times of peace? It made them more likely to lash out at those around them. Most burn up before hitting their teens, their blood consuming them. The few who make it to Camp Half-blood end up being sent away, being too dangerous to be around the other campers.

Chiron asked to send an envoy to Palmetto Academy.

Dan- daughter of Nike

Matt- son of Dionysius

Allison- daughter of Athena

Seth- son of Ares

Renee- daughter of Iris (edit: I can’t believe I forgot her)

Nicky- son of Aphrodite

Aaron- son of Apollo

Andrew- son of Apollo

Kevin- Won’t Say

Neil- unclaimed (favorited by Hermes)

#I actually have no idea who is Neil’s god parent is so suggestions are welcomed lol #I wrote this at work #the foxhole court #all for the game #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #seth gordon #renee walker #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #kevin day #neil josten #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #the lightning thief

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 9 months

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I was going to go to bed but my brain decided to expand on the Percy Jackson/Wingfeather Saga comparisons it was making earlier and they're making me wheeze so here ya go:

It needs to be said that this started from me thinking about how WFS and PJ both start out with a 12-year-old boy being raised by a single mom- trying to keep them safe from the insane dangers that their family specifically faces from the world- who find out that their dad is someone extraordinary and that they have magical powers and are being hunted by monsters. (and then how funny it is that Percy and Janner both have dark hair in the books but in the tv shows are blonde??? like what I did not hallucinate percy's hair color did I? I know Janner's is right I remember the specific quote from the book but anyway-)

However, beyond the initial funny comparisons, Janner and Percy would not jive. But you know who WOULD get along? Percy and Kalmar and Janner and Annabeth. Ridiculous, fast-thinking impulsive children who are also silly and good with weaponry? Oh yeah, Percy and Kal could keep each other busy with shenanigans for HOURS. Meanwhile Janner and Annabeth the book smart ride-or-die kids are comparing notes about monsters and mythology and Janner whips out a copy of Pembrick's Creaturepedia that he doesn't actually need because he can quote the whole thing and Annabeth starts rattling off monsters-

Meanwhile, Leeli and Grover have wandered off and are sitting in the woods discussing music and nature and Leeli lets it slip that she can use music to summon an army of dogs and Grover's like "????? you can do WHAT?!?" and then of course she has to demonstrate.

Elsewhere, Sally and Nia are having tea and enjoying finally having another mom to talk to who GETS it. Someone who also loves their children more than life and would die for them and is a total mama bear for them, the absolute QUEENS-

And then, in Camp Half-Blood, Artham and Podo have actually united over something and that is yelling at Chiron for sending TWELVE YEAR OLDS on a DEADLY QUEST. "Your children also went on a quest-" "We literally could not stop them also we were in a WAR. And for most of that 'quest' we were actively trying to keep the kids OUT of danger." "Aye, Artham's right, there's a big difference between kids sneakin' out to fight or havin' to fight because there's no other choice and SENDING kids out into a fight willingly and with no help." Sally, at Nia's request, is filming this.

#the wingfeather saga #percy jackson #my brain can and will find comparisons between anything #enjoy my 3am ramblings

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f1-disaster-bi · 8 months

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loving the idea of demigod lando!! The little snippet was so good!!!

Thank you!!! I am in my PJ demi-god feels at the moment and just the idea came to me.

Lando being at camp since he was about four or five, and he doesn't remember how he got there, just that he did. He knows his earthly parents were bad people, and he showed up to camp scared and covered in bruises

Chiron, and surprisingly, Mr D, instantly take to the little kid. Mr D treats him like his own, and is kind to him and plays with him and a lot of the snark Lando has, is from Mr D

But the thing is Lando is never claimed. Not even after the Battle of Manhattan (which he didn't really fight in) and the God's start claiming their kids properly and with a day or two of them arriving at camp. Instead, Lando ends up having his own room in the cabin built for kids who arrive suddenly and he gets bullied along, especially when his friends with families outside of camp go home

Lando is about 15 or 16 when that little snippet happens and he finds Cerberus's pup (who he names Socks, Stick and Crackers thanks to @f1-birb) and he's still unclaimed because his godly parent is afraid of what would happen if he did claim him....

#demi-god lando au #demigod lando au #lando

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studious-arson · 9 months

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Watching the pj show reminds me just how much Chiron used to annoy me FJJDJFF like he grew on me eventually but omg is he infuriating

#could he be anymore vague #chiron #mr brunner #percy jackson #pjo

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soleminisanction · 1 year

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Ask game: What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

Ooo, this is the perfect opportunity to talk about everything I'd like to do with Father of Heroes (my Batman/Percy Jackson crossover where Dick, Jason, Cass, and Tim are demigods with different divine parents but Bruce as their shared mortal father) but haven't gotten to yet because of my inability to focus. I actually have four full stories in mind for that series that I just, haven't been able to get down on paper:

The one most likely to get finished next has the working title Cass's Cabin. It's a one- or maybe two-shot told from Cass's POV about Chiron coming to the Manor to talk Bruce into sending the kids to Camp Half-Blood, then jumps forward a few years to the first summer Cass and Tim are allowed to go, and features Cass wandering off from the group to locate the Harpocrates cabin, which is naturally enough a secret place that only she can find.

After that is the big one, Titans' Quest, which is holding me up in part because I feel like it's really needed to set up the other two stories, but it'd also be the longest one (like, at least as long as one of the PJ novels!) and it's the one I'm least interested in. It'd be focused on a 16-year-old Dick and a crew of mostly the Fab Five (plus recently-disabled clear-eyed mortal Barbara) going on a loosely Aeneid-inspired quest with prophecies and twists I won't spoil here, but the most important thing is that it ends with Dick moving out of the Manor and in with his friends, and also switching from Robin to Nightwing, much to the distress of his siblings.

Following close after that one would be a currently-unnamed short story focusing on Jason taking up the Robin mantle in secret, not knowing that Dick had dropped the name in part because Babs (who, naturally enough, became an oracle in the last story) had made a prophecy about Robin never returning after his next quest. Which he doesn't, he disappears at the end of the story.

And then the last one, also currently unnamed, would be a multi-chapter story about Cass and Tim running away from home because they're both having magical demigod dreams about Jason being alive and they have to go save him from the thing that made him disappear in the last story, elaborating on events that were hinted at in Gossamer Bonds.

So yeah, there's a LOT that I've wanted to do with that AU. It's just... focus is haaaaaaard. ^.^;

#ask meme #ask me stuff #my writing #father of heroes #dc comics #batfam #percy jackson #tim drake #cassandra cain #dick grayson #jason todd

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brunosrat · 2 months

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Clarity, pt 1

masterlist | next pairing: percy jackson x masc!oc

ages: percy and finn are 15-16

summary: finn lincoln showed up to camp half-blood one late june night, drenched in blood and dirt, cuts more than 1/2inch deep covering his body, begging for help. chiron, knowing finn was special in some way, took him into camp. then for reasons unknown to anyone, he assigned percy to keep him company.

warnings? (counts for the entire series, some may not apply now but will apply later and vice versa): percy is fluent in swearing, others swear too, inappropriate jokes, a lot of mentions of blood and gross mushy inside stuff, vivid descriptions(?) of gross and sad stuff, very angsty, hurt/comfort, will probably make you cry, death, doesn't really follow the plot of the books cuz it has my own plot, friends to lovers type shit, idiots to lovers type shit too, will HOPEFULLY be updated, NO HAPPY ENDING!!!

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It was late one June night when Percy was shaken awake with such intensity he felt his whole bed move violently.

"Percy!"

His eyes fluttered open slightly, his brain still not awake.

"What the hell- Annabeth?" Percy did not expect one of his best-friends to be standing next to his bedside at 2 AM, practically yelling for him.

"What do you want?"

"Chiron needs us in the infirmary. He says it's urgent," Annabeth responded, her voice laced with concern and urgency.

Percy didn't have much time to react before Annabeth was pulling him out of his bed. Her hand grasped firmly on his arm, half pulling him along as he stumbled out of Cabin 3. It later occurred to him that he had no shoes or socks on and was just walking barefoot in the slightly damp grass.

It took them a moment to reach the infirmary, but when they did, they immediately saw what Chiron meant. What they saw first was all the bustling activity. People rushing around the room with needles and gauze, water and ambrosia, and varying other items.

The next thing they noticed was a person, laying on the bed, their eyes slits from fading in and out of consciousness. Them and their clothes were covered in blood. Deep, crimson stains made their clothes stick to their skin like glue. Whatever skin you could see was covered in cuts, bruises, and heavy amounts of dirt.

They looked deathly pale. As in, their skin had lost most of its coloring and their lips had turned a shade of blueish-purple. Their dark hair stuck to their head in wet chunks, like some of it was heavily matted while the rest laid soaking wet.

Percy had no idea if this kid was still alive. Even if he was, how the fuck?

"Oh my gods..." Annabeth muttered, her voice low with shock.

Percy didn't really know what to say or do. He was fully awake now, but that did not mean he knew what the best course of action was.

"What happened?" Percy asked. His voice too was low.

"We don't know," Will stated as he rushed between a tray and this person's beside, "All we know is that Chiron woke up to screaming coming from Thalia's tree. When he got there, he saw him and immediately called for anyone who could help to help."

Percy noticed that Will, like himself, was still wearing his PJs, which consisted of the normal Apollo Cabin wear (a band t-shirt and flannel pants). He looked pretty tired, but that was not stopping him from doing whatever he could for this random boy.

"What can I do to help?"

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It was early into the morning before they got the boy stabilized enough. Percy had not been the only one who wondered how he was still alive. Apparently, according to Will, he had wounds over an inch deep in some areas and burns bordering on 3rd degree in others. His heart rate had been so low they wondered how it hadn't stopped all together.

But thankfully, there he laid in a fresh pair of clothes, unconsciousness and very wounded, but still alive.

Percy sat with Chiron at the end of his bed. They sat in silence, Chiron deep in thought while Percy watched the boy carefully. He didn't seem to think it was creepy in anyway, he was more in thought than anything.

And there was something about him that pulled Percy in.

"Percy," Chiron finally spoke, "You and I know very well that this boy is a demi-god, just like everyone else here."

"Yes sir," Percy responded simply.

"And in my time here at Camp, I have seen a lot of demi-gods arrive in terrible condition. But this... This is something else."

Percy listened, his eyes shifting from the dark haired boy in the bed to the tall centaur.

"I need you to watch him. To stick with him. To keep him company and keep him safe."

Percy paused, his mind processing the words. "So do you want me to be his bodyguard?"

Chiron chuckled slightly. "No Percy, I mean more like a friend."

Percy liked to make friends at Camp. The people (most of them) were pretty nice to him and liked to hang out when they got the chance. So why should this be any different?

"Yeah sure. I mean, I guess I don't mind that."

Chiron smiled warmly, his hand patting Percy's shoulder. "Thank you."

And just like that, Chiron left, leaving Percy alone with the boy in the small infirmary room.

Percy had no idea what to do from there. It was 6:30 AM, the sun had risen, casting a beautiful array of colors across the land. He was alone with someone he didn't know and who was completely unconsciousness. And of course he was absolutely exhausted.

He didn't want to leave the boy by himself. So, he sat back down in one of the plush chairs and closed his eyes, letting himself fall into a light sleep.

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"Hello?"

Percy shot up, completely forgetting where he was or what was happening. That was of course until he saw the boy, laying in his hospital bed. This time however, his eyes were open, revealing a beautiful chocolate brown.

"Oh! Hi!" Percy exclaimed, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. "Uh- I'm Percy. Percy Jackson. Uh- what's your name?" He smiled as he spoke.

"Finn. My name is Finn."

"Finn. Finn. Got it," Percy repeated, engraining it into his memory. "How are you feeling?"

"Like absolute shit," Finn said with a slight chuckle. He looked down slightly, noticing his different pair of clothes. "They took my fucking clothes!"

"Yeah, they did. They had to change them out because they were kind of covered in blood and dirt," Percy responded lightheartedly and with a smile.

"Does that mean they saw my ass?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"Damn."

Even though it hurt, Finn couldn't help but smile and laugh. Percy couldn't help it either. Finn's laugh was contagious.

Once the laughter had died down, they looked at each other, a sense of seriousness passing over them.

"What happened?" Percy questioned, leaning forward to rest against his legs.

Memories seemed to pass over Finn's eyes as the question replayed in his head. He remained silent for a long moment before answering.

"I... I don't know."

"The fuck you mean?"

"I mean that I don't understand it. It's just all so much and I feel like if I talk about it it will all come crashing in on me."

"Oh." Percy paused for a moment. He looked at Finn, who stared down at his own fidgeting hands. For a brief moment, Percy could see tears in Finn's eyes before he turned away, blocking Percy's view.

"When... when stuff started happening to me and when shit eventually hit the fan, I had no clue what to do. I was lost. I was really scared. But, y'know, I found people who knew exactly what I was going through. People who had experienced nearly the exact same things as me. And that did not solve the issues, but it at least gave me a sense of... what's the word? longing? yeah. It gave me a sense of longing. And suddenly I wasn't so lost."

Slowly, Finn turned his head toward Percy, who could see the evidence of tears on his face. There was a moment of silence, before Finn smiled and spoke.

"That's really poetic."

"Thank you. I'm glad my trauma has made you feel better with its poeticness."

Percy smiled. As the two smiled, Finn couldn't help but notice how beautiful Percy looked with his smile and those sea-green eyes.

Maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

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