#platonic jercy

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Percy and Jason wear these

[puzzled-pegasus]

So I've mentioned Guilty as Sin? As a song for Jercy but I really want to explain it

I'm going to start this by saying that I mostly mean it PLATONICALLY so I just wanna explain why the vibes of this song match the vibes of their relationship cus I don't think anyone sees my vision lol

So I'm gonna dissect the lyrics. Hopefully it makes sense.

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me 'Downtown Lights'

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This makes me think of Jason at one of the camps talking to Percy and picturing him as he's in the mortal world in NYC

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I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

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"This cage was once just fine/am I allowed to cry?" I think the "cage" refers to his predetermined destiny and the eyes of everyone at CJ. "Am I allowed to cry?" Refers to both his taught habit of keeping his emotions shut away and his being taught to follow orders and ask permission for anything he needs.

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I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves

Or the ocean rocks

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"Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks" makes me think of his indecision of whether he belongs with the Romans or at Camp Half Blood by the coast (and ocean rocks also alludes to Percy as the ocean boy, of course)

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Crashing into him tonight

He's a paradox

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Percy as a paradox/character foil to Jason. Also something about how Jason can't read Percy very well sometimes and Percy bewilders him

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I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

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I do think the idea of Jason having catholic guilt for wanting affection from his friend is both sad, hilarious, and weirdly in character. This guy is laying awake at night thinking about how he wants to go to percys house and make cookies with him lmaoo hes like "...w-what if we sat together and played video games at ur apartment 😳😨🥺 and then we 😖 slept next to each other on the floor 😳😖 and stayed up talking in the dark for 3 hours 🥺🥺💕"

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One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

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Jason feeling guilty as sin can be a lot of things, which is why I love this song for him. His friendship/bromance/relationship with Percy breaks several rules. Their fathers are rivals. Their camps have battled each other. Jason has always been seen as the son of Jupiter and never been allowed to explore his mortal half, and Percy gives him the ability to learn more about what life is like in a mortal household.

Also the "touching his skin" part means that jason is super touch starved and thinks about hugging his friends 24/7 and this does not exclude Percy by any means lol

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I keep these longings locked

In lowercase inside a vault

Someone told me

There's no such thing as bad thoughts

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Jason feels so much love for his bro and wants to spend so much time with him but his Issues(TM) prevent him from conveying that because he's never really had anyone stick around or be loyal to him like Percy does. While thinking about Percy, he also thinks about how another of his friends (probably Piper or Annabeth) told him there's no such thing as thought crime and it's not wrong to think or feel things. He's at war with his past and having been taught that he must block out and hide his wants and feelings because they're dangerous and no one wants to hear them anyway.

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Only your actions talk

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me

We've already done it in my head

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Uh....I don't really have a platonic explanation for this part. Lol

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If it's make believe

Why does it feel like a vow

We'll both uphold somehow?

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Jason's doubt and hope are fighting each other. He wants Percy to be friends with him and stick around forever, but it's difficult for him to believe that their friendship/bromance/relationship is serious and Percy will stick around until one of them is in the ground (which NEITHER OF THEM CURRENTLY ARE >:[)

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What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze

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Okay this is really funny because it randomly conjures Leo up for no reason. Someone use "My bedsheets are ablaze" as a title for a valgrace fic please

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I've screamed his name

Building up like waves

Crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

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CJ and Jason's father especially is never going to love Jason or see him as the perfect son of Jupiter. They will always judge him, especially since he's indecisive about what camp he belongs in. If he spends time in his mortal side with Percy, it's a much needed break from trying to be Camp Jupiter's prettiest weapon or Camp Half Blood's weird Roman freak who was raised by wolves.

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What if the way you hold me

Is actually what's holy?

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The gods don't care, Camp Jupiter doesn't care or want what's best for me. You do, Percy. With you, as your friend, I feel more powerful and important than I ever have as my father's son.

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If long suffering propriety

Is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me

So stunningly

I choose you and me

... Religiously

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I hope you can see my vision by now because I don't know if I can even articulate my feelings about all six of these lines AGGHHHAHHHGHH

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What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

He sent me 'Downtown Lights'

I hadn't heard it in a while

Am I allowed to cry?

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Do you see it now?? My vision?? I hope I didn't waste my frickin time

[whenicarusflies]

does anyone else think that jason and percy should have had a qpr

[sophplanetoflove]

Rating ships bc I’m bored,

Percabeth - 100000000/10 like obv

Jercy - 10/10 I love Jercy sm u don’t understand

Valgrace - 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000/10 all I write abt is them

Solangelo - 10/10 Jsjsjs grumpy x sunshine

Shelper - they seem so cute together so far so prob like 7.5/10

Jasper/Jiper - 2/10 Pipers fake memories were cute ig?

Jeyna - IF Reyna wasn’t aroace they could’ve been cute so 4/10 don’t ship it tho

Theyna - NO. they r both huntress of Artemis ??? 0/10

Pernico - disrespectfully jail xoxo -1010918282828/10

Jasico - same as Pernico just a little less minus numbers -291982/10

Valdangelo - they r so cute 8.5/10

Pipabeth - AAAA I love them sm !! 9.5/10

Rachbeth - I don’t read much of it but from what I’ve read it’s pretty cool !! 7.5/10

Perchel - I don’t like them together :c 3/10 the kiss was cute tho

Frazel - 9/10 bc the age is a bit iffy

Caleo - -179229682698729872692862/10 rot in the pits of Tartarus tysm!!

sanubis - -17198719816186881868816/10 same as caleo

Zarter - don’t rlly know bc it was kinda fake for a lot of the ship?? But they r not bad so 6/10

Fierrochase - YESSSSSSSSSSSSS 272987298272/10

Bliztstone - 161671816/10 it’s canon idc what u say /hj

lmk if I missed any u ship ??

[yonemurishiroku]

Akdhwkhdajhdajhdqjxha——-

The fic (Jercy HP AU, minor Solangelo)

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

ACE?! DRAWING PERCY JACKSON?! NOOOO! anyways. HI Riordanverse fandom! ROTTMNT has my brain rn. XDbut I heard this sound and couldn't think of anything else!(BTW I'm not a Jercy shipper! I just think they're the most likely to HAVE this convo)

[sayv3vs]

I'm going crazy with this. If these three were friends they would be idiots.

By the way, if you think Nico and Jason have gray hair, it's because they do.

Percy dyeing Jason: the Aluminum foil is for aliens Jason: do you think Nico likes my hair like that?

He let his hair grow→

Headcanons:

-Percy collects the friendship bracelets that Grover gives him.

-Tyson has similar colorful ones made by Percy.

-Percy and Jason dyed their hair the same (later Nico also wanted to do the same).

- Percy is missing an arm (and Jason is missing a finger). They make jokes about a competition of who was left with the least or who still has the most body parts (their traumas, their jokes).

[kathrahender]

From the creators of heroic rivals-to-lovers fics and villanous rivals-to-lovers fics- I present you-

Heroic rivals to lovers, villanous rivals to lovers, and hero-villain enemies to friends fics. Yeah, the three tropes -together- in the same fic.

[dyerink]

sharing trade secrets

alt versions —

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

jason grace ABSOLUTELY deserves to go through a hair-dye phase and fuck you all who disagree

[somepsychopomp]

Everything Beautiful about the Ocean

Working on an omegaverse HoO AU w/ dark alpha Jason & omega Percy, plus protective alpha Annabeth! Turns out that rereading Mark of Athena is giving me such bad brain rot rn.

I'm playing around with a rough draft atm, I have no idea how long it'll end up being or if I'll keep going but this was a lot of fun to write

Excerpt:

Yes, Annabeth understood perfectly well that in order for their plans to succeed, Greeks and Romans would have to work together. Yes, she knew she’d have to be one of those Greeks and Jason would have to be one of those Romans. Yes, as much as she didn’t want to, she knew she’d have to work with him closely or else their whole world was going to burn. 

But she’d be damned if she let Jason Grace within arm’s reach of Percy Jackson. 

Word count: Approx. 2540

The Argo II was about to reach Camp Jupiter. Below them, the rolling hills of San Francisco sprawled far and wide, looking to Annabeth like a miniature model of a city. 

Even without her sense of smell, the atmosphere on the ship was tense and restless. Piper paced back and forth, practicing her charmspeak in case they had to appease the Romans. Leo stood at the helm with all his gadgets and controls, flying across his expansive console to keep their descent as smooth as possible. 

Annabeth waited at the port side of the ship while Jason stood proud at the bow. Their hope was that the Romans would see their long lost leader, decked in a toga and purple cape, aboard the massive war ship and at least hesitate to attack it. 

As if he could sense her watching him, Jason cast a glance over his shoulder. Annabeth held her ground, meeting his eye with her chin ever so slightly raised. Jason gave no reaction. He turned his attention back to the valley on the horizon. 

She didn’t trust him. He knew she didn’t trust him. 

It wasn’t because Jason was an outsider or a Roman. It wasn’t because he was hauntingly perfect- perpetually ready to help others, confident, strong, and always seeking to do the right thing. 

Or almost always. Annabeth never forgot, and doubted she’d ever be able to forget, the incident from months ago. 

Yes, she understood perfectly well that in order for their plans to succeed, Greeks and Romans would have to work together. Yes, she knew she’d have to be one of those Greeks and Jason would have to be one of those Romans. Yes, as much as she didn’t want to, she knew she’d have to work with him closely or else their whole world was going to burn. 

But she’d be damned if she let Jason Grace within arm’s reach of Percy Jackson. 

Percy. 

Annabeth inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of fresh air. She was so close to getting her best friend back. She cast her gaze over the side of the ship, where she was met with the sight of what was unmistakably Camp Jupiter. 

Jason described the place well enough that Annabeth felt she could recognize most of it. She saw the narrow river cutting through the valley, the Little Tiber. The river terminated in a small lake surrounded by a collection of domed buildings, a coliseum, and other smaller structures dotted in between. That had to be New Rome. Some of its buildings were in ruins, other bolstered fractured domes and there were pit marks in the fields beyond the city. 

She also spotted a walled encampment with guard towers at each corner, its gates open as armored teenagers rushed in their direction. 

They were low enough now that Annabeth could make out individual faces in the crowd directly below them. Kids in togas, along with adult civilians, all craned their necks to gawk at the massive war ship above them. 

Where is he? She wondered. What did they do to him?

Along with a description of Camp Jupiter, Jason also told Annabeth other things about the Roman side of the pantheon. Romans believed that the majority of omega demigods were too weak to survive; they were meek and unsuited to hardship, which was why most were swiftly picked off by monsters before ever learning they were demigods. Or if they lived long enough to reach Lupa, the she-wolf, she’d often make quick work of them as well. 

That was one commonality between the camps, unfortunately. Alpha demigods far outnumbered Camp Half-Blood’s omegas, by about seven to three. But they at least had a sizable omega population. It was just that most Greek demigods, regardless of secondary gender, tended to die young. And Annabeth honestly preferred it that way to the Romans, who seemed more than willing to keep their society alpha-dominant. 

Only a handful of omegas served in the Twelfth Legion, with all of them being medics or messengers or fulfilling some other kind of non-combatant role. 

Percy, according to Jason, was “probably” going to be the first exception in centuries. 

That was another reason why Annabeth didn’t trust Jason. Even knowing Percy was the leader of Camp Half-Blood and a child of the Big Three, Jason’s equal in every way, he seemed so reluctant at the time to tell Annabeth about how omegas were treated at Camp Jupiter. Jason acted almost apologetic, like he was giving Annabeth some bad news. 

He honestly had the gall to doubt that Percy would make it very far here. But the mental image of Percy relegated to a subservient role was not only laughable, it was impossible. Even if he’d had his memories wiped like Jason, and even if Roman culture was as strict as Jason described, Percy had the sea in his veins. He hated being restrained and would never let himself be bossed around or bullied. 

In the depths of the crowd below, Annabeth’s eyes fell on a figure with dark hair and tanned skin. He was dressed in a toga like the other Romans with two others at his side. Despite all the distance between them, it felt like their eyes met. 

I’m coming for you, she thought, almost like a prayer, I’m getting you out of here. 

But first, she was going to have to stuff all her apprehensive alpha pheromones away in order to make peace with the Romans. 

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Before he saw Percy Jackson, Jason knew he was near. Even when they were surrounded by a crowd of Romans, many of whom stared at Jason in awe, he could pick out the one scent that wasn’t like any other. The vast majority of Roman demigods were alphas with heavy, musky scents. But there was one scent mixed among all the others that was light and soothing like a sea breeze.

He raised his nose and tried to detect its source, leading the group from the Argo II until he came face to face with two very familiar people. 

Reyna was expressionless as she took in the situation. She stood proud and tall, her hair spilling over her shoulders and her cape fluttering in the wind. But she also looked tired. 

Jason nodded in her direction as Annabeth came to stand at his side. Reyna’s gaze flashed to her and Jason could see the wariness in her eyes. He couldn’t blame her. Not only was Annabeth a stranger and a Greek, she carried the scent of heady musk that marked her as an alpha, mixed with something peppery and sharp. 

Jason was no better, he smelled of ozone and warm resin. 

Then his whole body seized as he saw Percy Jackson come into view. Pictures of the other boy in the Big House did not do him justice. All the stories he heard did nothing to fully capture who he was. Everything Jason thought he knew about Percy was wrong. 

Here in the flesh, with his scent as fresh as it could be, Jason’s vision went hazy for a moment. He smelled something sweet and milky, the telltale sign of a maturing omega. But it was fused with notes of salt that gave way to a fresh sea breeze. 

The thing was, Romans were taught to avoid the ocean. They weren’t a people inclined to seafaring and they feared the unpredictable wrath of Neptune. To many of them, Jason included, the ocean was a symbol of disorder and the unknown. But if Greeks and Romans were something like opposites then Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, must have embodied everything beautiful about the ocean, including its glittering splendor and its desire to run free. 

Jason could feel himself salivating, an ache spreading in his upper jaw as he fought the urge to drop his fangs. His heart started to beat faster. He swallowed and took a deep breath to keep himself composed. He blinked hard to clear his vision. 

Percy was dressed in a toga like a proper Roman. Like a present waiting for Jason, an omega given in gift to a praetor. 

Then Annabeth surged forward. Without a word, she and Percy embraced as though they were long-lost mates. He nuzzled her hair and Jason swore, he swore, he could hear the faint sound of purring. 

He felt sparks flare up between his fingertips and clenched his hands into fists to hide them. Jason smiled for the crowd and tried to focus on the objective at hand. 

There was plenty to celebrate, after all. He’d come home. And by the looks of it, Camp Jupiter just survived an intense battle with the giants.  

Low tables and couches were brought out into the forum as wind spirits shepherded drinks and plates of food for a feast. A large table and four sofas were set up for the leaders and their parties, which meant Jason, Reyna, Octavian, and Percy all sat in close proximity along with their guests. Annabeth sat close to Percy’s side while Leo and Piper sat between her and Jason. 

Two more demigods that Jason didn’t recognize sat to Percy’s other side, a large boy with dark cropped hair and a smaller girl with bright golden eyes. Percy introduced them as Frank and Hazel, his friends that he’d gone on a quest with to Alaska to recover the camp’s golden eagle. 

As Percy gestured to them, Jason couldn’t help but notice the SPQR tattoo on his arm, plus a trident and a single stripe. Annabeth also noticed it, judging by the way she froze.

He’s already one of us. 

Which meant, at least to his inner alpha, that Percy was already Jason’s. But all that would have to wait for now.

Playing the part of a perfect praetor, Jason did his part to relay his own adventures, including arriving at Camp Half-Blood with no memories of his past and venturing to the Wolf House to free Hera. He was thankful he had Piper and Leo to help fill in all the details because it was truly hard to focus on anything other than the smell of omega in the air. 

A lot of demigods here didn’t bother with scent blockers or patches. Everyone knew nearly everyone else was an alpha and it was seen as a test of fortitude to not wear them. In theory, a properly disciplined Roman soldier wouldn’t need anything to hide their pheromones because they’d be in perfect control of their emotions. Still, Jason knew a lot of campers had secret stashes of scent-neutralizing deodorant. 

Percy didn’t use deodorant, blockers, or patches, though. He didn’t wear a protective leather collar to cover his mating glands the way all other Roman omegas did. He was somehow able to resist cowering among hundreds of intermingling alpha scents and all their pheromones. 

Jason took in that sweet, breezy smell with every breath. He drank in the sight of Percy’s beautiful green eyes. He wanted to run his fingers through that gray lock of hair Percy had at his temple. 

A small part of him wanted to leap across the table, pin down that brave little omega, and bite into his glands with everything he had. He had enough strength to restrain himself, thankfully. That, and he was certain Annabeth would be quick enough to slit his throat before he ever made contact with Percy’s neck. 

How is he doing it? Jason wondered. 

How was Percy Jackson acting like a Roman? An alpha?

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After making initial contact with the Romans and winning their temporary trust, Annabeth organized all her worries from greatest to least. 

Gain the Romans’ good will. Scope out their numbers, defenses, and abilities. Get their help. Head east. Somewhere on that list, maybe higher than everything else, was surveying Percy. She’d seen the tattoo on his arm and it made her skin crawl. It wasn’t like Jason, who’d been born Roman and grew up knowing their ways. Seeing that same tattoo on Percy felt wrong. Like he was marked as their property. 

She was at least happy that he wasn’t hurt. He didn’t have any air of distress to him. Far from it; rather, he looked taller, tanner, more strongly built. But he was still familiar and that was what mattered to her the most. He still had his long, windswept hair and his trouble-maker smile. He hadn’t shaken off his omega frame, either. Percy was still lithe with long legs and a narrow, tapered waist. Despite being such an accomplished sword fighter, his hands were still slender, if not covered with the same nicks, old scars, and calluses he had since he was twelve. 

But Annabeth was very perceptive. His hips had filled out a bit, she was certain of it. His chest, too. Percy was a pretty flat-chested omega when she last saw him, even when he wasn’t wearing a sports bra. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He was a male omega, after all. They typically didn’t develop breasts as noticeable as female omegas or alphas. But now that she was looking, there was definitely a gentle curve to his chest. 

He grew a lot, was her conclusion. Percy was stronger, sure, but he also became even more beautiful. It partly served as a painful reminder for how long he’d been missing, that he could change so much in that time. But even though he was stronger now, he was still clearly built for speed and agility. He never was and never will be a beefy meathead like some of the Ares kids back at Camp Half-Blood. Or Frank, if he wasn’t so nice. Or Jason, for that matter. 

Jason had the build of a very traditional swordsman and alpha. He was quite muscular with broad shoulders and strong arms. Looking at the two of them side by side, it was like Jason and Percy were equal and opposites. Greek and Roman. The sea and sky. Alpha and omega. 

Annabeth also noticed how much Jason was staring at her best friend. She did her best not to glare daggers or put out any hostile pheromones. Unlike the Romans, who stunk of pride and power, it was much more common for campers at Camp Half-Blood to wear patches or use blockers out of courtesy. Annabeth scratched at the adhesive patch on the side of her neck. 

Though she never gave a specific reason why, back when the Argo II was under construction, she installed the specialized lock on Percy’s cabin door herself. When Leo asked what she was doing with one of his drills, she simply said that the only omega on board deserved to have a little extra security. 

It made her feel vaguely dirty and sexist, acting like Percy needed more protection than anyone else. Leo was surprised at first but he trusted her judgment. Really, the lock, which was enchanted to resist picking, was meant to keep out only one alpha. 

She was still glad she did it now. She decided before arriving in California that as soon as she found Percy, he was not leaving her sight. Even if it did make her feel even more like a knothead alpha.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Jason *gets hit with a brick and falls on the floor*

Piper: Oh my gods! Are you okay?

Coach Hedge: Stop falling, cupcake

Percy: How's the floor taste, Grace

Jason *gets up*: Why don't I show you how it tastes

Piper: Did you just offer to kiss him?

Jason and Percy: !!??!!??

Jason, red face: NO OF COURSE NOT

Percy, at the same time: I DON'T WANT TO KISS YOU. I HAVE FISHY BREATH- TRUST ME

[puzzled-pegasus]

Being a platonic shipper looking for ship songs b like "ok so this song is a metaphor for sex BUT the sex is a metaphor for a thing thats very specific to blorbo 1 and blorbo 2s storyline i decided"

[piperscharm]

im reading the burning maze rn and piper’s telling apollo why jason’s going to school where his mom is from and isnt it just SO COINCIDENTAL that Jason decided to go to an ALL BOYS BOARDING SCHOOL immediately after breakiNG UP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND?!? BECAUSE CAN YOU GET MORE STRAIGHT THAN THAT?!?! COME ON.

[yonemurishiroku]

That fanfic about Jercy Frat AUs in which they play Monopoly and Nico and Jason dominate the game 🤣🤣🤣

[echo-stimmingrose]

At some point a picture is leaked of Jason and Percy making out and everything just spirals even more from there.

Cut to that one fan who was shipping Jercy the entire time even though no one agreed, just screaming.

nico and annabeth as video game streamers. nico plays various fighting games while annabeth fucks with minecraft. their fans dont know they know each other

one day during a stream nico is like "oh let me check up on my boyfriend he has a friend over"

*checks to see jason and percy in the living room peacefully playing w their legos*

"ye theyre fine"

but things get interesting when later on annabeth is like "my fiance is cooking with a friend"

flashes to jason and percy in the kitchen chopping veggies together

the fans want to know WHICH BOYFRIEND IS WHOSE???

Neither percy nor jason have any kind of social media, their partners do reference them occasionally but not enough to make i it clear who is jason and who is percy.

the two of them appear on a stream together and it becomes clear it will be no help because clearly these four have been friends for a long time and theyre all too close.

jason: annabeth's biggest fear is spiders but on a deeper level its letting down her friends and family

percy: i went camping with nico's sisters and they kept bullying me

fan: nico which one is your boyfriend???

nico: the hot one duh

fan: annabeth which one is your fiance??

annabeth: the goodlooking one

eventually both fanbases agree that the dark haired guy is nico's boyfriend jason, and the blond one is annabeth's fiance percy.

the two of them use this as a gag for a while, and as they grow in popularity it becomes a huge inside joke.

and then annabeth gets married and posts a video of percy choking up in tears in front of the altar

their fanbases implode