#pjo fanfic prompts

[dont-reyna-my-parade]

what if in botl (when percy crashes his own funeral) , when annabeth is yelling at him 'WHERE HAVE YO-" percy just cuts her off by kissing her back since he didn't get the chance to at mount st helens.

[yonemurishiroku]

I know we all love the god/deity Nico. But just consider. Nico mistaken as a god.

Why? Because srsly, just imagine it.

You’re a new camper. You’re 8,9,10,11—idk, and your siblings are giving you a tour around Camp. You guys reach the Big House, and there’s Chiron, Mr.D, and then him.

This kid - not so much older than you’re - who wears all back, a sword by his hip, a distinctly powerful around him, sitting at the same table with Dionysus and Chiron. They have been talking when you arrived. He greets you with a silent nod.

Later that day, you see him again at lunch/ dinner. Still sitting with Dionysus. His plate is empty. They talk through out the meal. Perhaps he doesn’t need to eat.

You notice he has a private house all for himself, not so close to other cabins. Maybe he doesn’t like others trespassing in his place.

He’s also the quiet and reserved type, you figure.

He doesn’t talk much. But when he speaks, everyone listens. Whatever he has to say is usually impactful.

He usually sits with the goddess Hestia during the campfire. Rarely someone joins them. Will Solace does sometimes, probably bc the guy’s friendly with just everyone.

You see him in the Arena. His power is absolutely terrifying. Like. God-tier.

You take note of the fact he sometimes leaves Camp for days on a mission or an errand. Something about ghosts and Underworld. As far as you know, no one else in camp does that kind of task. And you absolutely didn’t expect the Underworld to be so easily in and out of. Not for a demigod, at least, because even the mighty Percy Jackson dislikes going there.

He talks about Cerberus and the Furies and Charon and calls Hades “dad”. He must be a chthonic deity. That explains his attire.

And the name di Angelo. It certainly sounds someone to take souls to the afterlife. The name Nico should be the equivalent of Apollo’s Lester.

When another god, Apollo - or Lester, comes visit. You see how the Olympian playfully jokes around and laughs with the Kid. In response, the Kid acts completely relaxed around him, despite not being one of Apollo’s children, whereas you’re there being like Omg it’s a God!. You figure that’s how fellow gods treat each other.

Nico di Angelo must be a God, right?

[mentallyunstablequeen101]

Demigods at ikea would be Chaotic

Just putting ideas out there

( send it to me i beg)

[veryrockyraccoon]

PJO DC crossover where Chiron joins the justice league

The league thinks he runs a camp for meta-kids to protect them and he lets them

[one-real-imonkey]

Forever sad that Percy isn’t really considered in “to storm or fire the world must fall”

This man has whipped out his own personal hurricane on more than one occasion I think he qualifies.

[normal-internet-user]

Hi there! i read your percy one and it was sooo so good, i was wondering if you could do “I didn’t know where else to go” with a percy x reader. and it could be like some sort of an enemies or rivals to lovers, i’m also a huge angst girlie and idk why.

thx so much hope you’re doing so well and have the best day!!🥰🥰❤️❤️💙💙

I'm a total angst girlie too, make me an emotional mess please and thank you-

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SCARED FOR YOU

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Summary: Percy Jackson shows up at your front door bruised and battered, god this boy was going to scare you to death..

Warnings: Angst; mentions of injury (not very descriptive); Hurt/comfort; No mentioned godly parents for reader.

Requested: Yea

GN Reader!

The last thing you ever expected to see at your door was your very own son of Posiden on the verge of unconciousness.

"Percy?! What the hell happened?" You let out a low grunt when he practcally collapses into your arms.

"I didn't know where else to go." He whispers, shuddering.

You huffed, hauling him into your apartment. Luckily your parent was at work, so you didn't have to worry about explaining anything.

You moved him to the couch as gently as you could, finally taking in the full stretch of his injuries.

"Oh for the love of Zeus, Jackson." You mutter, your heart racing, "Just- sit still. I think I have some ambrosia squares in my room."

"'Kay..." Percy mumbles, his hand pressed tightly to his side while his face was twisted into a grimace.

You rushed to your bedroom, digging around in your bags and drawers until you found the little tupperware container that held your emergency ambrosia.

You then moved to the apartments small bathroom and grabbed as many medical supplies as you could carry.

With your arms full, you ran back to the couch, nearly tripping over the rug in your hurry. You haphazardly drop the bandages and other stuff onto the coffee table, handing Percy afew of the ambrosia squares.

You decided to speed up the process by getting Percy a glass of water, but with the state he was in, he'd still need patched up.

"Were you followed by anything?" You asks quietly, lifting his shirt to clean one of the larger cuts the ambrosia couldn't deal with.

"No, I wouldn't have showed up here if I was." Percy says, setting the now empty glass on the table, "Thanks. For helping me."

"Well I'm not just gonna let you bleed out on my foorstep." You grumble, wrapping his chest, "You're an idiot. Ya know that? What were you thinking? You know what, nevermind. You weren't thinking."

"Aw, are you worried?" Percy asks, seemingly amused at how upset you were.

"Of course I'm worried!" You snap, glaring up at him, watching the amusement fade away. God he was so insufferable. Stupid Percy Jackson and his dumb pretty face.

"You could have died, Percy." You say angrily, pushing alittle harder than you mean to on one of his bruises, "But everythings just so funny! Haha I'm Percy Jackson and I don't care if I get eaten by a friggin' monster! Everything's just dandy!" you rant through gritted teeth, stomping over to the trash can to toss out the bloodied cloth you'd used to clean his wounds.

Percy stares at you for a second, before guiltily looking down at his shoes, "Sorry..." He mutters, "I uh.. didn't mean to freak you out."

"Well mission failed, Percy." You say, before taking a deep breath and sitting next to him on your couch, "I just... dammit- your really important to me, okay? If something happened to you-" You cut off your own sentence, crossing your arms.

"You scared the shit outta me.." You whisper, wiping away the building tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

Percy sits silently for a second, then he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so your pressed flush against his chest.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, his head tucked away in your shoulder, "I'll... be more careful.. just please don't cry..."

You sniffle, wrapping your arms tightly around him, careful not to irritate any bruises that still remain after the ambrosia. You press your face into his hair, the few tears that escape your eyes getting caught in his black curls.

The two of you sit there like that for gods know how long, just seeking the familiar comfort of each others touch...

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This one took me a minute, but I think it turned out well. Lyn Lapid is the best writing partner ever, her music helps me focus SO MUCH-

[soulless-bex]

pjo x mcu au where Nick Fury learns about the mythological world and, in exchange for being gifted with clearsight (because he’s Nick Fury and not being able to see/know everything is making his paranoia worse), he gives the demigods their own subdivision of shield with the fundings that comes with to take care of mythological threats

did i mention that Fury gets to have little to no control over said subdivision? like, he knows what they’re doing, but he knows better than to tell them what to do

cue the Avengers being exceedingly frustrated when everyone refuses to tell them what the new shield department is for, and even more so when Percy (who is obviously the head of the department what do you mean) starts to tell them (read: order) to leave his team alone

[birdiewriteslit]

prompts & scenarios

here’s a list of prompts and scenarios you can use when requesting things!

1. “are you jealous?” “jealous? can’t be.”

2. “are you blushing?” “no, shut up now.”

3. “so how are you and ——?” “what? we’re just friends.”

4. getting caught cuddling

5. “is that my hoodie?”

6. “stop distracting me.”

7. “you read my favorite book?”

8. dancing to romantic music

9. “i’ll never be bored of you.”

10. “there’s nothing to worry about! my family will love you.”

11. “i was so worried about you!” “you were?”

12. “you’re the prettiest girl here.”

13. “do i make you nervous?”

14. “oh, wow. you’re so beautiful.”

15. spending holidays with family

16. “i love the way you say my name.”

17. “we can’t be doing this.” “why? afraid my brother will kill you?” “yes, actually!”

18. “i can’t get enough of you.”

19. family skate (for nhl fics)

20. “you want me so bad.”

21. general denial of being in love

22. general oblivion to being in love

23. hiding a relationship and getting caught

24. flirting while drunk and denying it the next day

to be continued…

[poppitron360]

So ages ago I did an experiment to see if we could write a Valgrace fanfic one sentence at a time, but now I wanna see if we can do it TWO WORDS at a time, and try and make a cohesive plot.

Rules:

- ONLY two words, including small words.

- You can add a prompt in the tags if there’s a specific direction you want it to go, but the next person doesn’t have to use it.

- You can absolutely tag ppl and get them involved, and please do. It’s open to anyone

- Add punctuation if you want, but the other person doesn’t have to stick to those grammar rules if they want to change the meaning.

- No smut pls.

- Have fun!

@lavenderfairiez @via-rant @demigod-shenanigans @ginnyluna @ottpopfic

I’ll start you off-

I’m sorry

[justaz]

mmmmycenaean zeus somehow grabs power from poseidon and makes it like a rule to not mention the period of poseidon being king so over the years new gods are born and soon enough everyone has forgotten except poseidon. but water is one of the most patient elements that can even wear down the earth and form canyons that span thousands of feet so he bides his time. he plays along and acts like the less powerful of the big three boys and pops out kid and kid waiting for the powerhouse he knows he can sire.

(he had attempted once with hera, apollo, and athena to overthrow his brother and take his throne back that way, assuming the goddess of battle strategy and the god of knowledge and prophecy would guarantee success but lo and behold he was a mortal man for a year. never again. he’d wait zeus out.)

years and years later, poseidon meets sally and they have a son - perseus; destroyer. poseidon knows it’s his time. he can feel the power of the sea running through his veins. the weight of the prophecy is heavy over him and his son but he hopes that perseus will be the child of the prophecy and raze olympus. it was rightfully his anyways. if perseus destroys olympus then poseidon can rebuild it as his own. only, he doesn’t. it’s kronos, his father, who rises in an attempt to raze olympus and reclaim power, then his grandmother who rises to kill everything and poseidon’s hope grows stronger as percy is chosen for both prophecies to take down those more powerful than the gods.

but percy is tired. he wants a quiet life. he wants to go to college with his girlfriend annabeth, the daughter of athena, goddess of strategy. poseidon knows how deeply they care for one another, just what they would do to keep the other safe, that their bond, their love, is stronger than any poseidon has seen in…ever. percy wants a calm life with her but zeus has always been prideful and arrogant and has always hated poseidon’s children for just how powerful and uncontrollable they can be, just as the sea is. poseidon thinks it reminds him of just how powerless he’d be should poseidon make a move against him. anyways, zeus decides to intervene and make a clause that keeps percy out of college unless he does more work for the gods.

poseidon breaks the news to percy in one of the worst ways possible. he offers no sympathy or compassion and pins it all on his brother. he watches the water around percy begin to boil as rage simmers beneath his skin and has to fight a smile. percy leaves, practically stomps out, and takes part in the stupid challenge zeus has set before him. poseidon honestly admired the self restraint of his son but desperately wanted him to break and rage against zeus. he knew it was long over due. and then it happened. zeus punished apollo for the war and the prophecies and made him human. percy’s cousin, zeus’ son, jason, followed apollo on a mission and didn’t make it back. he died in the water. poseidon felt his lungs fill with water as his blood seeped into the sea.

he could’ve saved him, but… but. but. but.

hera wails, thalia rages, nico disappears. apollo grieves. percy breaks.

it’s glorious. he watches the children of the big three - nico, hazel, percy, and thalia turn their ire toward zeus. hera joins them. his sister, who has always hated demigods, joins them. she wails that jason was her champion that he refused to save, that he forbade her from saving, that he only saved thalia because that gave him the chance of his child being the child of the prophecy and bringing him more fame and honor as his child would be savior of olympus. since there was nothing for jason to do but honor the minor gods - or to take the honor and attention away from zeus and turn it to the other lesser gods, as he would say - there was no honor for zeus to glean off him.

they lead the charge against zeus with hera, dionysus, apollo, artemis, and poseidon himself backing them up. poseidon always knew his son, perseus, destroyer, had the power to take on olympus and win, but combined with the other demigods that are powerhouses in their own right? olympus fell all too easy. poseidon waded through the destruction of zeus’ kingdom, his old power cracking through with every step, and reclaimed his throne and title as king of the gods

[iadoresolangelo]

I wrote a little soft Solangelo scene, enjoy!

If you ever saw Nico di Angelo, you would never peg him as a nerdy type.

It is true, that looks can be deceiving but Nico?

The emo guy Nico? The Hades son Nico? No.

Fortunately, after all the things that he's been through, opening up to new people has became easier for him.

***

"What do you mean, can my hair heal like Rupanzel's?"

Will was a little confused when this question came from his boyfriend. Still, it was warming his heart that Nico was thinking about it. Also, at what moment did Nico watch "Tangled"?

" I said what I said. You have healing powers... "

Will raised his eyebrow at that.

"... And you can glow. You are a son of Apollo, even if you say that you cannot sing as good as your siblings, that doesn't mean you cannot pull Rapunzel. "

"Pull Rupanzel?" Will was getting amused. "What do you mean " pull Rupanzel " ? "

Nico gave him a blank stare. "You haven't watched "Tangled"? It's, like, the best Disney movie. "

"Nico, of course I watched " Tangled", I just... " Will fell silent for a second, "I never thought of that actually. "

***

Nico was thinking about this conversation. What powers Will might posses, that he doesn't even know about about?

He knows that Will can glow, he can heal, as well as, sing ( Will always says that he cannot, in fact, sing but Nico doesn't agree) .

Should he talk to other Apollo campers about this? Maybe they will know. Or should he go straight to Apollo himself and ask him? No, that would look really strange.

***

" You can ask your dad." Nico broke the comfortable silence that fell between them in the dining hall.

"What are you talking about? " Will was stuffing his mouth with some sort of healthy-nitrucious-vitamin-balanced salad.

" About the Rupanzel thing. You can ask your dad whether you can do that with your hair. "

Will looked at him, " You're suggesting me to ask my dad about whether I can "pull Rupanzel "? "

"Yes." Nico looked back, face blank.

Will turned back to his salad monster, " Okay, I will try to reach him next time we eat. " A small smile was trying to break free from his lips.

Nico saw that, " Are you making fun of me? " He tried to keep his tone emotionless but small string of hurt betrayed him, and Nico's voice sounded strained.

Will immediately stopped abusing his fork and set aside his dish, " No, why would think that? " His soft gaze fell on to Nico's face.

Nico looked down, not wanting to have an eye contact just yet. " You started to smile, I thought you found my idea stupid. " His voice was really quiet by the end of sentence.

" Can I hold your hand ?" Will asked softly.

Nico nodded.

Will intertwined their fingers together and started to smooth out Nicos rough knuckles.

" I would never make fun of you, Nico" He still kept his gaze on Nico's face, unbothered by lack of eye contact. " I wasn't laughing at you, I found it cute, that's why I smiled. "

Nico finally lifted his head and met Will's gaze. "Cute?" Why would he be cute? There wasn't anything cute in what he said, it was pure curiosity.

" Yes, cute. " Will replied, smile forming of his lips. " You, asking me about whether I can "pull Rupanzel, was cute. It meant that you think about me and analyse my powers. "

Nico also started to smile a little. How can he not smile when a literal sun was talking to him so softly, while holding his hand, like it was a gift to touch him. He felt cared about every time he was near Will.

Nico squeezed Will's hand a little. " Can I hug you?" Will nodded and wrapped his other arm around Nico, while still holding his hand.

***

" No, sadly, I cannot "pull Rupanzel"."

"Damn."

[mentallyunstablequeen101]

Someone please make a fanfic with this prompt and tag me thank you very much

Prompt: Will solace and Kayla Knowles singing If we have Each Other By Alec Benjamin at campfire.

I need this in my life

[yonemurishiroku]

Something something Nico helping Will with infirmary duties. Some kid gets injured and ends up in the infirmary. Will taught Nico all the basic treatment so he’s about to start ahead when the kid shrieks, scared and disgusted at him. Something like, “Nooo what’re you doing here? You are a son of Hades, you shouldn’t be in the infirmary! Don’t touch me with your death hands!” (Idk what that is go figure)

Basically, they have a problem with Nico, being the son of Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, in the infirmary.

They’re making a scene, so Will sends Nico away just so they would stop. He takes on treating them himself.

And for some reason, as Will treats them, the camper seems to be in more pain than necessary. They yowl as Will examines the bruises. And when they ask for the ambrosia, Will declines because “You can recover just fine without it. There’s no need to waste godly food for this”. The bandage piles on their arm, super bulky because “I’m not good at this. Nico’s better than me, he usually does this.”

Will has never been known to be ill-intent, but he can be petty if someone decides to mistreat those he loves.

[justabooknerdposts]

hey, could you make one of estelle finding out that percy and annabeth are demigods? thank u so much i love your works <3

*Okay, I kind of struggled with this one because I don’t feel like they’d hide it from her.  I feel like it would be one of those things she’s always known.  So, after a lot of thinking, I finally came up with this.  Hope you enjoy!* Also, reminder, still closed to prompts, just catching up on a few old ones I hadn't gotten to yet.*

Demigods

It happened during spring break of his freshman year of college.  Percy had come home to New York, catching a ride with Hazel on Arion, since she was visiting Camp Half-Blood as part of the two camps’ exchange program.  Hazel was going to be spending a week at the Greek camp and Malcolm Pace was going to be at Camp Jupiter for a week.  Annabeth had stayed in New Rome to work on a project for one of her architecture classes and to hang out with her demigod brother, who she hadn’t seen in a while.  Percy had to admit he could understand the appeal, since the main reason he’d wanted to go to New York for a week was to hang out with Estelle.

His one-year-old sister was thrilled to see him.  She squealed, patted his face, grabbed his nose, tugged on his ears and hair, and slobbered all over his cheeks and chin in an attempt to give him kisses.  Basically, it was an awesome greeting.

The next day, he volunteered to take Estelle to a nearby park, to give his mom and Paul a break.  The first part was fun.  He pushed Estelle on the swing, grinning back at her when she gave him a drooly, three-toothed smile, her chubby legs kicking excitedly.  Then he sat her on his lap to go down the slide.  Estelle squealed so loudly that at first he was afraid she was scared, but then he realized she was laughing. 

So they went down the slide about seven more times.

Everything was going well.  Percy was having a great day with his baby sister.  Even the weather was cooperating; it was a sunny, warm, early spring day, the trees just starting to be touched by green.

And then, as they turned the corner a few blocks from their apartment, Percy pushing Estelle in her stroller, he froze.

Skulking in an alleyway, flexing their muscles, were two Laistrygonian ogres.  For one moment, Percy thought maybe he could slowly back away unseen.

And then their eyes fell on him.  One glared, one grinned, and both pushed away from the alley wall and started moving towards him.

Percy cursed in his head, even as he reached for Riptide and, in the same move, stepped in front of Estelle in her stroller.

“Hey, guys,” Percy said, trying to keep his voice casual even as he palmed Riptide, still in pen form.  “How’s it going?”

“Better now, Perseus Jackson,” one of the Laistrygonians rumbled.  “Babycakes and I have been hoping you would reappear.”

Percy cursed out loud this time as he realized it was one of the ogres who had attacked him years ago during gym class.  And, apparently, the monster’s girlfriend, who was still glaring at Percy.

“Do you know how annoying it was to have to wait for Joe Bob to reform?” Babycakes crossed her meaty arms, which were tattooed as thoroughly as her boyfriend’s.

“Probably really annoying,” Percy agreed.  “Sorry about that.  Anyway, great to see you all again, I’ll just be on my way—”

“I don’t think so, Perseus Jackson.”  Joe Bob grinned, showing his crooked, stained teeth.  “We were just trying to decide what to do for lunch.  And then here you are.”

“And you brought a baby,” Babycakes cooed.  “I love babies.”

Percy’s skin crawled.  His own voice came out like a growl.  “No one touches my sister.”

The Laistrygonians laughed and prepared to charge.  They never got the chance.  The moment they threatened Estelle, rage rose like a red hot wave in Percy’s chest.  With a metallic shink, Riptide appeared in his hands.  He leapt forward and, in two swift swipes, he dispatched the giants.  They barely had time to look surprised before bursting into piles of monster dust.

“Enjoy Tartarus,” Percy muttered.  It wasn’t something he’d normally say, after having been there himself, but he didn’t have any sympathy for monsters that threatened his sister.

Behind him, Estelle gurgled.  Percy turned to look at her, Riptide still in his hands.  Estelle was smiling and drooling as she chewed on her hand.  When she saw him looking at her, she squealed happily and held out her arms.  Percy scanned the street, but when he didn’t see any additional threats, he capped his sword, slipped the pen back in his pocket, and reached down to unbuckle Estelle from her stroller.  His hands were shaking when he picked her up.  She didn’t seem to notice.  Instead, she babbled and patted his face.  Percy managed a smile.  “Come on, Estelle.  Let’s get home before we run into any other problems.”

His mom and Paul were still out when Percy and Estelle got home.  His little sister started to whine as soon as they got in the door, so after Percy had shut, and locked, it, he bounced her on his hip, which she usually liked.  But Estelle wasn’t having it right now.  So Percy changed his hold until he was cradling her against his shoulder.  Estelle nuzzled her face against his shoulder and one small hand gripped his shirt as she continued to whine.  Percy patted her back, then, cuddling her against his chest, headed to the kitchen to make her a bottle.

After she fell asleep while drinking her bottle, Percy stayed on the couch, just holding her for a while.  Even though he’d dispatched the monsters easily enough, the fact remained that, just for a minute, his baby sister, his fully mortal baby sister, had been in danger.  Because of him.  And that wasn’t a good feeling.

Finally, Percy stood up, Estelle fast asleep in his arms, and carried her to her crib.  Giving her a featherlight kiss on the forehead, he laid her down and tucked her in.  Then he headed across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door.  Sitting on the edge of the tub, he turned on the shower and used his powers to arc the water, letting it catch the rays of late afternoon sunlight coming through the window, creating a rainbow.  Tossing in a drachma, he said, “Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering.  Show me Annabeth Chase at New Rome University.” 

The rainbow shimmered.  A few moments later, Annabeth appeared.  Luckily, she was alone, sitting at her desk in her dorm room, absorbed in sketching.  The sunlight coming through the window made her blonde hair glow.  Percy watched her for a moment, already feeling a little better.  But finally, when she didn’t look up, he said, “Hey.”

Annabeth jumped.  When she saw him, though, an easy smile crossed her face.  “Hey, Seaweed Brain.”  The smile faded, though, as she studied his face.  “What’s wrong?”

“Had a little bit of a run-in with some Laistrygonians.”  He told Annabeth about what had happened, how he’d been on his way back from the park with Estelle, how the monsters had surprised him, how he’d dispatched them with no problem, but how he couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling in his stomach quite as easily.

“I just—” Percy ran a shaky hand over his face and through his hair, “I just can’t get past the fact that Estelle was in danger because she was with me.”

Annabeth tilted her head, as if thinking.  Her gray eyes were intense as she’d listened to his story, but now they softened as she said, “I have a slightly different take on it.  I’d say Estelle was never really in danger because she was with you.”

Percy shook his head.  “That sounds good, but it’s not true.  If they’d gotten the jump on me or something—”

“Percy.”  Annabeth’s voice was a little more stern.  She leaned forward on her desk, closer to the I-M.  “You once blew up a volcano.  Not to mention lots of plumbing over the years.  You don’t think you could blow up a New York City water main to wipe out some monsters if Estelle was in danger?”

Percy took a leaf out of her book and rolled his eyes.  “Well, yeah, probably, but that’s not—”

“That’s exactly the point, Seaweed Brain.”  Annabeth’s expression was earnest as she locked eyes with him.  “I’m not letting you beat yourself up about this one.  Could something potentially happen to Estelle that would be absolutely out of your control?  Yes, possibly.  But would you do literally everything in your power to keep her safe?  Absolutely.  And you have a lot of power to call on, Percy.  More than you even recognize sometimes.  Your little sister is as safe with you as she’s going to be with anybody.  Trust me.  I know you.”

Percy blinked hard and cleared his throat.  “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”  He managed a smile at his girlfriend.  “I believe you.”

“Good.”  Annabeth returned his smile.  “I am sorry that happened, though.  It sounds like a scary moment.”

“It did scare me,” Percy admitted, running his hand through his hair again.  He exhaled.  “Just more to lose, you know?”

“I know.”  Annabeth raised her hand, just barely touching the Iris-message, so that it looked like her fingers were melting into the rainbow.  Percy raised his hand to hers and it almost seemed like their palms were touching, even three thousand miles apart.

Naturally, Estelle chose that moment to start fussing from her crib across the hall. 

“Uh-oh,” Percy said.  “That might be my cue.”

“Give her a kiss for me.  I love you.”  Annabeth blew him a kiss.  “Enjoy your visit, babe.  It’s going to be okay.”

“Thanks, Wise Girl.  Love you, too.”

Percy did feel better, even as he swiped through the I-M and Annabeth’s image faded.  He turned off the shower, then headed across the hall to Estelle’s room.  She was standing up in her crib, hair nap-mussed, whining around her pacifier.  But when she saw him, her entire tiny face lit up and her pacifier nearly fell out as she smiled.  Percy felt a pang in his chest, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. 

“Hey, Estelle,” he said as he crossed the room to scoop her up.  “Good nap?”

She burbled happily to him and Percy couldn’t help grinning.

He kissed one of her chubby cheeks.  “That one’s from Annabeth.”  Then he kissed the other.  “And that’s from me.  I love you, Estelle.  And I’m always going to protect you.  Don’t worry about that.”

His baby sister tugged on his ear and squealed.  Percy figured she got the message. 

“Let’s check out the kitchen,” he told her.  “I think there’s a jar of mashed carrots with your name on it.”

He kissed the top of her head as he carried her down the hall.  Annabeth was right, he couldn’t totally control every situation.  But he would always do everything in his power to keep his little sister safe.

[imaginmatrix]

Hii I love your writing!! Could u maybe write smthn where annabeth gets hurt and percys mad but he can't help but help her?? Angry kisses, wond cleaning, blah blah ??

idk if this is exactly what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy!!!

elevator deathtraps are better than prozac

[anticomedygarden]

Percabeth hurt/comfort post Tartarus ptsd?

Basic I know but you can't go wrong torturing some comfort characters 😂

one of my favorite pjo tropes! so so true, thanks for the prompt. (you're my first ever prompter! bit of a landmark for me :) )

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Staring deeply into his blue comforter like it held the secrets of the world, Annabeth didn't need to be a child of Athena to know that her boyfriend wasn't really there with her. It wasn't the first time one of them had found the other like this, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

He wasn't making noise or moving, actually not doing anything at all, which led her to believe that he wasn't having a panic attack or a flashback. Dissociation then.

After a lot of trial and error following the titan war, they'd figured out touch - especially involving water - helped ground him the best, so she didn't bother with trying to talk to him, not knowing how far gone he was yet. Instead she got some ice out of the water bottle on his nightstand, happening to glance at the few pictures she'd been able to bring for him to Camp Jupiter. Sally, Grover, Tyson, Thalia, the Stolls, Clarisse, and a few other campers smiled back at her.

If she'd known they were going to fall into Tartarus, she'd have packed a few more.

Turning away from the photos with a sigh, she sat down cross-legged on his bed and winced when the mattress bouncing got no reaction from him, so she gently picked up his arm in the hand not holding the ice and starting rubbing it up and down his tan forearm.

"Percy?" she murmured. "I'm gonna count backward from 100, okay?"

Predictably, he didn't answer, but she started her countdown anyway, studying his form for any changes. His jet black hair was falling into his down cast eyes, low enough that she couldn't see his seagreen irises. His pants were creased where his elbows rested on them, and she realized he was wearing the same thing as he was when his watch ended an hour ago. It hurt to know that he could've been like this for so long and she had no idea, but there wasn't anything she could do, not without leaving the ship vulnerable.

Then - movement. His hand twitched; she didn't dare stop, though, not wanting to risk backslide, just kept on counting and rubbing the ice up and down his arm.

A few minutes later, he pulled in a sharp breath and sagged a bit so that the only thing Annabeth could see was the top of his head. She'd lost count of how many times she'd made it to a hundred and back at this point.

"Percy? Are you with me?" He waited a bit and nodded minutely. "Can you try and breathe with me?"

She drew in an exaggerated breath slowly and let it out even slower. He didn't join her, so she tried again. This time, he managed a shaky, slow breath that almost aligned with hers.

After a few minutes passed and he seemed to be more present, she put the ice down on the nightstand, and he sagged even more, head landing on her shoulder like his strings had been cut.

She ran her fingers through his thick curls, illiciting a sigh from him. "Hey, baby."

His breath hitched, and she was afraid for a moment he'd start panicking, but she soon felt her shoulder grow wet.

"We're together," she whispered, hoping his words from so many (weeks? days?) ago would bring him some comfort.

They were still the most important words in the world to her.

At some point, his hands must have unclenched because she felt his nails softly scrape her thigh. "How long was I gone?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "At least 15 minutes, an hour at most."

"Damn."

Sadly, he pushed himself off of her shoulder, leaving it cold and salty. "What's the last thing you remember?"

He looked off into the distance, thinking. "I remember sitting on the bed to get to ready to shower, and nothing else."

Her heart clenched as that meant he must have been gone closer to an bour. Do you have any idea what triggered you?"

"Uh...I think maybe when I looked across the hall and saw your empty bed..." He trailed off, and she nodded.

"I'll keep the door closed from now on," she promised. It wouldn't be any kind of major change since she never slept in that room anyway. The only reason it had been open was because of habit from Coach Hedge.

Now that Percy was present and they were both calmer, they started getting ready to shower, not wanting to be without the other. (Only shower. Neither of them were ready for more at the moment.) It wasn't long before they were climbing into bed together, both considerably more refreshed but exhausted from a long day on the Argo II.

It had to get better at some point. It just had to.