#thalia grace fanfic

[poppitron360]

*raises hand slowly* Did… Did anyone want some fluffy Grace Siblings set to the backdrop of my Married Valgrace AU??

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“Do you need any help with that?” Jason asked, looking down at where his sister was crouching, “Reyna’s pretty good at this stuff having lived on Circe’s island-“

“I can handle it on my own,” Thalia said, her tone not quite irritable, but a little flustered. She fumbled the long sheet of silk that hung around Jason’s legs, trying to hoist it up in the customary fashion.

She took a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket and studied it. It was a printed-out screenshot of a Pinterest board, taken from a demigod-safe computer in a New Rome Public Library.

“I’ve fought countless untold horrors,” she muttered to herself, “I’ve slain the unslayable. I’ve completed feats no mortal could possibly accomplish. I should be able to handle a frickin’ toga.”

Despite her frustrations, Thalia was doing very well- all things considered.

She went about pinning down the garment, smoothing the folds perfectly crisp, tucking and pressing the delicate fabric- she was being uncharacteristically gentle as she ran her fingers along the gold embroidery on the hem.

Jason helped where he could- holding the silk in place with his fingers, directing Thalia on where and what to adjust. Eventually they fell into the rhythm of it. There was a quiet sadness to this ritual. Jason could feel his sister grieving for all the moments she had lost with him. All the school uniform collars never smoothed down. All the medals never pinned to lapels. All the ties never tied. She was mourning the loss of a childhood. One they could’ve had together. Where she got to be a big sister.

She clipped the gold broach at Jason’s shoulder to hold the silk in place, and stood back to admire her handiwork.

Jason turned so he was standing in front of the mirror and adjusted the garment.

“Does it look okay?” Thalia asked, glancing at her reference pictures, “I’ve never even worn a toga before, you have more experience than me.“

“It looks great,” Jason assured her.

He turned to his sister. There was so many things he wanted to tell her. So many emotions it was hard to put into words.

Thalia reached a tender, almost motherly hand up to Jason’s cheek, the back of it brushing against the stubble on his chin.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” Thalia whispered, “It seems you came into this world only yesterday, and now… gods… married?”

She cupped his chin in her palms, and stood on her tiptoes and pressed her forehead against his. A little spark of electricity jumped between their hair. “I am so proud of you, Jason.”

Funny- Jason had worked his whole life trying to make people proud. His father. His friends. Camp Jupiter. They’d awarded him Praetorship and Pontifex Maximus, given him medals and wreaths and titles- but never had anyone said “I’m proud of you.”

And here Thalia was, staring in wonderment of him just standing there, just… existing. Jason hadn’t done anything to make her proud, and yet she was proud all the same. He’d worked his whole life for the approval of others only to realise the love he needed could be given to him unconditionally, by Thalia, by Leo, by the hundreds of friends and found family waiting out there- all for just being himself.

“Oh gods, I’m gonna cry-“ Jason said, hiding his face and wiping his eyes.

Thalia rubbed his back. “Let it out, brother,” she told him.

He fell into her shoulder and buried his nose in her padded suit jacket, letting his face sink into the warmth of his sister’s earthy smell.

“I love you.”

“Love you too,” she patted his arm, soothingly, “Now we should probably get going. You’ve got a man to marry.”

“You’re right,” Jason stood up. Thalia handed him a tissue, which he accepted and used to wipe his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath, and grabbed the door handle.

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So! You all apparently loved my Married Valgrace AU. And if you didn’t… I loved my Married Valgrace AU. This is another little vignette set in the same world, or in any other world where Jason gets married! The fact that it’s Leo he’s marrying only comes up once, so feel free to swap it out for whoever you want in your head. This is just a short little bit of Grace Siblings fluff to keep the gremlins fed while I’m away for the holidays. Their siblingship is everything to me.

Also, for the record, Leo is doing the exact same thing with Nyssa in the other room.

Basically tagging my usual tags + anyone who left a nice comment on the Married Valgrace AU:

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[p-taryn-dactyl]

I just found your page and love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a fic. The idea I had was a Thalia (PJO) x GN!reader fic where the reader has bad anxiety and has ignored it the whole day. At the end of the day they end up having a massive panic attack at the end of the day and Thalia walks in on it. If your not comfortable writing this I completely understand.

Never stop writing, your work is incredible!

a/n: hi, omg thank you so much!! i love this request so much and i am so excited to write for Thalia!! thank you for your kind words - they mean a lot to me!! i hope this is enjoyable! word count: 1k warning(s): mentions of anxiety, feeling of failure, panic attack, rushed?, dumb title and weird gif

shine bright

The tightness in your chest followed you around all day, never letting you go and hindering your breath. Everyone around you paraded their strength, their courage as they suited up for what was to be a practice battle the next day. Percy practiced his swordsmanship against Jason while Annabeth poured over maps of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, her brain analyzing every possible field of battle as one had not been chosen yet. After the two great wars, everyone decided they needed to be ready for if another great threat arose from the corners of myths yet to be told. However, you barely made it through the first two. Nights were torture then, your mind repeating the things you saw, telling you everything you did wrong, everything you could’ve done. The dreaded darkness of your mind had returned after the practice battle had been announced, taunting you that you would be the reason your team would fail. 

Some reasonable part of your brain spoke out, telling you that you had the literal saviors of Olympus at your side, doing most of the heavy work. Your place in the plan Annabeth had laid out for you was to cause confusion to the opposing team, as you had the ability of creating illusions. A simple part in a great plan, yet you couldn’t help but overthink every aspect of what could go wrong. What if you led them straight to Percy? What if your illusion gave out and doing so ruined the plan? What if you forgot who you were supposed to be confusing, as many of your friends were on the opposing team? Your mind spiraled as you walked through camp, your eyes hazy as you glanced over your friends. Annabeth was still looking at maps, leaning over a table with them sprawled out, her braids piled up on her head in a bun, keeping her hair from her neck due to the heat. Percy and Jason were taking a break, the son of Zeus grumbling as Percy doused himself with his water bottle, smirking at what his friend deemed as ‘cheating’. The Hunters of Artemis were also partaking in this dual camp competition, adding onto the layers of stress and anxiety already piling in your head. Thalia, Jason’s older sister who could send butterflies fluttering in your stomach with just a simple glance, couldn’t see you fail. Some part of you wished she could’ve chosen the team opposing yours but of course she had to jokingly carry on the Roman/Greek sibling rivalry. If she was competing against you, at least your failure would be her success. 

As you walked through the Camp, stumbling as you tried to get to Cabin 14 - your breath was coming in short and your eyesight blurring. You couldn’t have an attack in front of everyone, the voices in your head couldn’t be proven right. Thankfully, when you walked through the door, you noticed the absence of your siblings. You couldn’t even make it to your bed as you slid down the wall, tapping your fingers together in an attempt to calm yourself down. 

“Come on, Y/N, it’s a game of glorified capture the flag, you don’t need to get this worked up over it.” 

As you berated yourself under your breath, you didn’t hear the door open behind you.

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Thalia was worried. You had looked off all day, your normally sparkling personality dimmed as you practically acted like a zombie. She watched as you walked through camp, your eyes gliding over everyone. Eventually, she stood up in worry as your steps became uneven on your way to your cabin. She locked eyes with Annabeth, who left the table when she saw Thalia’s concerned look. The daughter of Athena followed Thalia’s gaze to watch as you went into the cabin. 

“Are they okay?” Annabeth asked, her brow furrowing, growing concern for her longtime friend. Thalia just shook her head in confusion, turning to walk in your direction. 

“I don’t know, to be honest. But they’ve been acting worryingly all day. I’m gonna go talk to them, tell Jason he can take my place training with Percy.” 

“Oh come on!” She heard Jason’s complaint at the idea of not taking a break and smirked as she walked. When she pushed open the door, she heard your whispered voice criticizing yourself quietly. Slowly, she came to kneel in front of you, taking in your slightly shaky form. 

“Y/N?” 

Your head shot up, eyes widening at the voice. Seeing Thalia kneeling in front of you with worry in her bright eyes was your breaking point. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your face in an embarrassing amount. Thalia was quick to move next to you, arms wrapping around you hesitantly. You collapse into the comfort and let your tears be a vessel for your panic. After a few minutes of Thalia rubbing your back in circles, you leaned back a bit. 

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid-” Before you could finish your sentence, Thalia interrupted you. 

“Nope, you’re not invalidating yourself right now, Y/N. I’ve been worried all day, what’s going on?” 

You blinked at her words, surprised someone noticed you. Thalia wanted to laugh at the look on your face but given the current situation she held back. You finally gathered your thoughts, forcing out your words. 

“It’s just- the upcoming battle, game, whatever. I don’t think I can do it.”

Thalia did a small double take, which you interpreted incorrectly. 

“Yeah, I told you it’s dumb.”

Thalia pursed her lips and pulled you closer to her, shaking her head. 

“That is not what I meant. If you don’t want to do the game, that is absolutely fine. No one is expecting you to force yourself into something uncomfortable. But before you make a final decision, will you tell me what’s going on?” 

You licked your dry lips and swallowed, steadying yourself. 

“It’s just, this is bringing back memories. Memories I would rather forget. Also, what if I mess up the plan? Annabeth is scary when she’s mad, Thalia, I can’t have her mad at me. I can’t have anyone mad, or disappointed, with me.”

Thalia just looked at you, her eyes softening. 

“Hey,” her voice soft as she got you to look at her, “That’s not dumb at all. Actually, I think you’re being so strong right now.” 

You scoffed, gesturing to yourself. 

“Yep, the epitome of strength right here. Cower in fear, world.” 

Thalia wasn’t amused by your sarcasm, continuing her speech. 

“You’re being strong because you’re feeling your emotions. I think we’re all having flashbacks and memories of the past but instead of allowing ourselves to process them, we’re ignoring it. You aren’t alone in this Y/N, don’t shut yourself away in your mind to fend off the voices alone, you have so many people who care about you. I care about you, let me help.”

Your eyes widened at her confession, leaving you speechless. You nodded in agreement, feeling a bit of the tension in your chest being relieved. Thalia stood up, holding a hand out for you. As you took it, she didn’t let go once you were standing. 

“Now, let’s go take a break from planning and training - then once your mind feels clearer, we’ll decide what will happen with the practice battle.”

Smiling, you walked out of the Cabin with Thalia, the world around you feeling less dim, the air around you shining once more.

a/n: im sorry if this wasn't great lol - i haven't written for Thalia yet and im rusty in my skills rn. but thank you for reading and i can't wait to write more for this fandom!!

[fanartsandstuff]

I just love ao3 authors

We live in a beautiful era of people not giving a single fuck

[sunsburns]

tweets with pjo characters (au)

content summary: implied luke x reader cause... well duh, swearing! percabeth <3 grover being a cutie pie, these were made to fuel my hyperfixation, bad jokes sorry but i make myself laugh sometimes, don't look at the likes and stuff lmao i gave up on that shit, i made these instead of studying for my exams lol

series masterlist

[amesliu]

GOODE HIGH - a percy jackson highschool au written by 11 year old me and adapted by 24 year old me

[lecsainz]

RIODANVERSE MAIN MASTERLIST

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fluff �� | angst ✶ | sad ʚ

LUKE CASTELLAN

˒ ⌕ oneshots

i think you’ll like: that one where you're annabeth's older sister, and you and luke like each other but don't admit it. ಇ

ready for it: where you're the daughter of ares, and during a capture the flag game, you get angry with the son of hermes and the best swordsman at the camp, leading to a big fight with him.

did you eat, today? where, after 18 years of surviving alone, you finally arrive at camp half-blood, discovering you're a child of hades. adimist it all, a hermes' boy might find himself perhaps falling for you. ಇ

˒ ⌕ blurbs

thief: the one where you're percy's older sister, and luke has a crush on you. ಇ

cute moments: the one where you can't sleep and end up searching for your boyfriend.

CLARISSE LA RUE

˒ ⌕ headcanons

holding your hand: that one where you date clarisse and what your relationship with her is like. ಇ

˒ ⌕ blurbs

cute moments: the one where you steal your girlfriend's hoodie.

PERCY JACKSON

˒ ⌕ headcanons

she is like a thunder: the one where you're a daughter of zeus, exploring your relationship with percy. ಇ

isn’t it obvious: the one where you're a daughter of aphrodite and end up with the son of poseidon.

˒ ⌕ blurbs

cute moments: the one where you plan a surprise for percy but end up falling asleep in his cabin.

[birdiewriteslit]

Hi ! I just love your writing ! ❤️ Also, I was wondering if you could write a story in which the reader is Thalia’s sister and dating Luke. The reader always thought that Luke liked Thalia and thinks that Luke only dates her because she reminds him of Thalia. She shares her doubts with Annabeth who tries to comfort her and Luke overhears their conversation. Then Luke talks to the reader about it reassuring he loves her for her and it’s all fluffy. Also, to add little angst, the reader has been traumatized by Thalia’s “transformation” and beats herself up thinking that it’s her fault that her sister is a tree.

thank you so much! sure, i can do this!!

luke castellan x daughter of zeus!reader

warnings: angst, self doubt, trauma, fluff at the end

sorry if this is bad i haven’t written angst in a hot minute

Your memory of the day you arrived at camp was still as vivid as it was when it happened. You, Grover, Annabeth, Luke, and your little sister were on the run from a horde of monsters, all of them attracted to the strong scent of the daughters of Zeus.

You were sprinting up the hill, breath ragged. Luke, Annabeth, and Grover were ahead of you. “We’re almost there!” Grover shouted. “Just keep running!”

You were exhausted, running for days with no help from any of your godly parents, but you had to keep going.

You looked back to make sure Thalia hadn’t fallen behind, but she had her shield up, showing Medusa’s face to the monsters that were catching up.

“We can’t outrun them!” she yelled. “I can slow them down, go on without me!”

Thalia started to run toward the monsters, but you grabbed her arm. “I can’t let you go. We can make it, please try to keep going.”

“I have to! Aegis will keep them at bay for a little while. It’s me they’re following,” she reasoned, her eyes stormy and unyielding.

“Thalia, don’t. They want me too. I’ll go instead, I won’t let you die for me,” you proposed desperately.

“You’re always doing things for me, let me do this for you. Let me repay my big sister.” She pulled her arm out of your grasp and turned to run at the monsters before you could stop her.

“Come on!” Grover yelled from the top of the hill, Annabeth and Luke now far in front of him. “They’re catching up!”

“I’m not leaving her!” you protested. Grover met you in the middle and grabbed hold of your arm, practically dragging you to camp as you shouted several curses at him. “Let me go!”

“I can’t. My mission is to get you across that border, and I’m not letting two of you die for the rest of us.” Grover was gritting his teeth, struggling to keep hold of you as you made it across the boundary.

You watched in horror as Thalia jabbed with her spear and missed, the Fury’s whip coming down hard and hitting her over the head, knocking her to the ground. She didn’t get up.

The biggest lightning bolt you’d ever seen struck the ground, sending the hellhounds into a panic. The monsters retreated, half victorious, as they only managed to kill one of you.

From the place where Thalia died, a large pine was growing rapidly out of the ground, and a magical force field spread across the woods, strengthening the border you just crossed.

Luke grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to turn away from the scene. His eyes were cast to the ground. He couldn’t look. “Come on,” he said, his voice breaking.

You walked past the strawberry fields with Luke’s arm around your shoulders keeping you stable. You couldn’t say anything. You knew that if you did, you would break down.

Annabeth was sobbing beside Grover, who was leading the three of you to the Big House, where Chiron stood on the porch, looking solemn. You weren’t even shocked by his centaur form. The image of Thalia’s body hitting the ground was still replaying in your mind.

You woke with a start, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Five years later, and you still had nightmares like this. It was always the same scene over and over. You could never escape that night.

You slowly sat up in your bed, pulling the covers back and placing your feet on the cold marble floor. You rubbed at your eyes, sighing as you knelt at your father’s statue in the middle of the cabin.

You never shared this space with Thalia, but you missed her like you had. Sometimes you would dream of her and you when you were small, and you would expect to wake up and see her asleep on the other side of the room.

You stared into the reflecting pool around the statue, barely recognizing who was looking back at you. The girl in the water was tired, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days.

Looking up at your father’s carved face, you felt that familiar feeling of resentment. He had never helped you. When you were on the run, the only gift he gave was weapons for you and Thalia to defend yourselves with.

After you were claimed, it was like you never existed to him. He never answered your prayers, and he was never there for you when you needed him.

When you needed help facing Ladon on Luke’s quest, he was absent from the sky. You were forced to return to camp, two failures who learned to never rely the gods for help.

Luke was the only one you could relate to in that way. After that quest, you thought of each other differently. Finding that common ground changed your friendship into something more.

Sometimes you wondered if Luke saw Thalia when he looked at you. There would be moments where he would look at you like your sister was staring back, and he would get this sad glint in his eyes.

You certainly didn’t see her in your reflection. You’d looked for so long to find something that reminded you of her, but you could never find something good.

You had an aggression problem, which was about the only thing about you that resembled your sister. The only people you got along with were your boyfriend, Annabeth, and Grover.

Everybody at camp stayed clear of you anyways, as they were afraid of what you might do to them. Of course, you were more powerful than the others, and they were scared of that.

The day was off to a rough start. You were fifteen minutes late for breakfast, and when you entered the pavilion, heads turned. You were used to getting stared at, so you were able to ignore it.

You ate by yourself, keeping your head down. After breakfast, your first activity of the day was Ancient Greek with Annabeth.

You were reading out a boring passage to her when she stopped you at the end of a paragraph. “Are you having nightmares again?” she asked tentatively.

You looked up from the book. “Why do you ask?”

“You were late to breakfast. You’ve been looking so tired this past week. I’m worried. Luke’s worried. He says you’ve been distant,” she analyzed.

You sighed. “Yeah, I’ve been having them again. It’s the same as it’s always been.” You rubbed your hands over your tired eyes. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

“You haven’t told Luke?”

“No, I don’t want to stress him out. Besides, he probably sees enough of Thalia in me. Honestly, I think that’s why he’s with me. We all lost her that night, and he just needs something to remind him of her,” you confessed gloomily, picking at the corners of the pages.

Annabeth raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What are you talking about? Luke has liked you as long as I’ve known you. Thalia meant a lot to him, but you’re different from her. You mean something different to him.”

“Do you really think that’s why I’m with you?” Luke said, rounding the corner of the porch and making himself known. He had a hurt expression on his face.

“I’ll leave you alone,” Annabeth said awkwardly, standing up from her chair and hurrying away from the Big House.

“Luke, I-“

“I’m sorry to eavesdrop, but you can’t really think that.” He sat down next to you and pulled your hands away from the book pages. “Annabeth’s right, I’ve liked you forever. Thalia was like a little sister to me. The only time you remind me of her is when you get angry, and I’m not with you because of your anger,” he reassured, trying to make you believe him.

“Why are you with me?” Your voice came out small, and you were afraid of what he would say.

He shook his head, taking your face in his hands. “So many reasons. You’re smart, brave, and resourceful. You’re strong and beautiful. Honestly, you could name anything you don’t like about yourself and I promise you that I would love you regardless.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes,” he said sincerely.

You took a deep breath, ready to be honest with him. “In my nightmares, I see us on the night Thalia died. I see the moment she slipped away from me and I left her to fight on her own. I’m such a bad sister,” you admitted, voice breaking a little.

Luke looked pained at your words. His thumb was quick to wipe away a tear that had fallen. “What happened wasn’t your fault. Thalia was stubborn, once she got an idea in her head she wouldn’t let it go. You know that. If we let you go too, we would’ve lost you both. We couldn’t risk that.”

You were silent, taking in his reasoning and knowing that he was right. You leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. “Thank you, Luke,” you said quietly, resting your forehead against his.

“Of course.” He pushed a stray hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to sleep in your cabin tonight?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright.” Luke pulled away and smiled at you. “What do you say we go zap some Dionysus kids in the strawberry fields?”

“That sounds like a great idea.” You grinned, already feeling much better.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Sword Through the Heart

A/N: This is actually insane. I had so many mixed feelings while writing this (and yes, I woke up at two AM just to write this) and the last part is actually just so sad???? 😭😭😭

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Daughter!of!Demeter!Reader

Warnings: Angst, major character death, blood, and possibly some swearing??? I forgot

Word Count: 2.9k

(Before the events of The Lightning Thief)

You’d always loved your mother.

The kind and caring woman you knew to be Demeter was always looking out for you. She gave you your first weapon to protect yourself as your satyr guided you to Camp Half-Blood- two curved scimitars that gleamed in the sunlight and turned to two silver bracelets with gold pendants when you touched the hilts together. It was with these you killed your first monster.

It was your first week at camp, and your first time sleeping in Cabin Four; you’d been claimed during capture the flag that afternoon, after stealing your opponent’s flag all by yourself.

You replayed the scene in your head, holding a pillow close to your chest. There weren’t a lot of Demeter kids- your mother wasn’t really the social type- and that meant that the head councilor allowed two beds to be shoved together for extra slumbering space. Unfortunately you couldn’t sleep.

You wandered around the border, helmet tucked under your arm. To everyone you were just another kid to place at random and use as a distraction. No one really expected anything of you. 

And you used that to your advantage.

You knelt close to the ground, brushing your fingertips against the moss. You seemed to draw strength from the plant.

There was a screech from the other side of the boundary, and you winced. It sounded like the Hephaestus kids caught a Stoll brother in their traps.

You narrowed your eyes at the river. The stones normally used to cross it were farther away than you had time to run to, so instead you followed your instincts. You dipped a foot into the water, but your combat boot didn’t stay wet for long; the reeds that grew at the bottom of the riverbed reached toward the surface and lifted you up with them. 

You hopped onto the other side of the border. You paused only for a moment, looking behind you as you left your designated area. 

“They won’t miss me,” you murmured to yourself before taking off.

But someone had watched your disappearance. Luke was furious of course- he didn’t like it when people strayed from their posts- yet he also felt a little impressed.

He would follow you, but only from a distance. 

The wind ran its cold fingers through your hair, and you nearly laughed with delight before remembering that you were in your opponents territory. 

Heart still beating fast, you slowed to a walk. The Hephaestus cabin surely had traps set everywhere, so you narrowed your eyes at anything suspicious and avoided it. 

And then you reached Zeus’s fist. A couple of Aphrodite and Apollo kids were supposed to be guarding it, but they were mainly just flirting with each other. You rolled your eyes as you heard a few cheesy pickup lines getting tossed around. 

You quietly touched the gold pendants together, your two deadly-looking scimitars springing into existence only a moment later.

An Apollo kid, one that was actually paying attention, seemed to tense. He aimed his bow in your general direction and shot. 

You watched the arrow sail above your head. 

You rose from where you had been crouching. “Is that all you got?” You asked teasingly, eyebrows raised. 

“No,” came the muttered reply of the Apollo boy. He notched another arrow.

You lunged into battle, scimitars moving so fast, they had to have a mind of their own. Arrows came from every direction, but the only one that touched you only cut a slit in your jeans. 

You started with the Aphrodite kids, planting a foot in one of their stomach’s before whirling around to sweep a leg out from under another girl. A boy came at you, dagger raised, but you could tell he didn’t know how to use it. You gave him a pitying look as you disarmed him with one scimitar, the other cutting an arrow out of the air. 

You turned your attention to the Apollo kids, but growled in frustration when you realized they had retreated to a safer distance to shoot you from.

‘Screw it,’ you thought, touching the hilts of your scimitars together. You scrambled up the rocks, taking the flag just in time to block an arrow with it. 

You ran back toward the border. You could hear Apollo kids shouting for backup, but you didn’t glance back. There were probably so many Ares kids on your trail by then.

The river was in sight.

A spear soared past your ear. You concentrated, soaking your power into the ground. A tree branch a few feet ahead of you curled its leaves around the weapon, suspending it in place until you leaped up to grab it. 

You didn’t notice the glowing wheat symbol above your head.

Your little plant bridge was still there, but you had enough momentum to just jump across. 

You skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. You managed to raise the flag in triumph before promptly handing it to Luke, who seemed to materialize right beside you.

Your eyes locked for the tiniest of moments, and you felt a shock run through you. The Hermes boy cleared his throat, opening his mouth. “You-”

Whatever he was going to say, he didn’t get a chance to finish. 

The conch shell blew, signaling the end of the game. “Hail, Y/N L/N, Daughter of Demeter!” You heard Chiron boom before your vision had been overwhelmed by your siblings coming to welcome you and teammates going to congratulate you on winning the game.

Luke stood back, a small smile on his lips. You were far more outstanding than any of the Ares of Athena kids. 

You made up your own category, he decided. Y/N L/N’s were a different kind of amazing.

Before you knew it, the memory turned into a dream as you slipped peacefully into sleep.

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The second time you encountered Luke, you were holding a blade to his throat. 

You yelped as you realized who it was, dropping your hand almost immediately.

You had come out for a midnight stroll through the forest, not caring about the monsters who lurked in the shadows of the vegetation. As the new head counselor of the Demeter cabin, you had many new responsibilities, and could not afford stable duty if you accidentally decapitated the counselor of the Hermes cabin.

“Sorry,” you said roughly, offering your hand to him. Luke gladly accepted, dusting off his pants as he stood.

You turned and started to walk farther into the woods. 

“Wait!” 

You turned your head slightly, giving Luke a confused look. “What?” You asked.

He jogged to catch up with you, ducking a tree branch as you moved it out of your way with simply a command spoken in your mind. Luke would never tell you how cool he thought your powers were, instead aiming to be the same airy, confident, and cocky boy he was before you came into his life and stomped all over his ego.

“Why’re you out here this late?” Luke questioned, slowing to match your pace. 

You released a breath. “I had to get out of there for a second.”

“Ah.” Luke nodded with understanding. “Can’t stand your siblings? Or is it the responsibility?”

You sighed. “I could never hate my siblings,” you said quietly. “It’s just the pressure of having to be a role model.”

Luke’s mind tried to find a response.

“I’m just used to being in the shadows,” you continued. “Sometimes because I want to, other times because I’m just ignored.” You barked a laugh as you looked at the demigod walking beside you. The moonlight glinted in his eyes, and the only sign of a hard life was the scar running down the side of his face. “You never have a problem with that, I’m sure.”

“Oh?” Luke tilted his head. 

You wrinkled your nose. “I mean- yes, you have to deal with quests and being the camp’s ‘Golden Boy’, but do you understand the true art of being ignored? Do you understand what that can do to someone? ‘Cause I think you don’t.”

Luke kept his head tilted, as if actually considering your questions. You snorted before falling into a comfortable silence.

At least, comforting for you. Not for Luke. As much as he liked the quiet, he preferred getting to know you better.

“So…” He started. “What’s your favorite color?”

You stopped, turning to give him a look that clearly said, what the hell?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You settled next to Luke.

The campfire roared, the golden flames higher than you’ve ever seen them. The warmth radiating off of the fire was almost too hot, but you were too tired to move to sit next to Annabeth. 

You rested your head on Luke’s shoulder, yawning. You and Luke had become best friends despite your differences. Since last week, when he’d started calling you, “Sunshine” and “Weed Wrangler”, you’d opted to call him “Cocky Jerk”. He seemed fine with that.

Luke watched as you drifted off to sleep on his shoulder. 

He was pretty sure he had a crush on you.

Luke tried to ignore the fluttering he got in his stomach whenever he was near you. He buried his feelings deep down inside him; he knew he had to leave soon anyway.

“What’re you looking at,” you muttered.

Okay. So apparently you weren’t as asleep as Luke thought you were.

“You,�� he answered shamelessly.

You raised your eyebrows. “Wait!” You yelped, patting your face. “Do I have marshmallows on my nose again?”

Luke snorted in amusement before lifting your chin with two fingers. He’d gotten taller than you over the last few weeks, a fact that annoyed you. It continued to annoy you further when you realized you found it attractive. 

“No.” He leaned down. “Just admiring your pretty little face.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Oh shut up, you Cocky Jerk,” you murmured.

Luke dropped his voice. “I think you like it when I flirt with you.” It was more a statement, as if he already knew he was right. 

“Not a chance,” you said. 

His hand gripped your chin now. Not hard, of course. He would never forgive himself if he wasn’t anything but gentle with you. He dipped his head down so your noses were nearly touching. You felt your breath hitch.

“So this bothers you?” He whispered.

“Oi!”

Both of you whirled around so fast, Luke’s lips tickled against your cheek. If you weren’t already red, you were sure you were a tomato by now. 

Of course it was Connor Stoll. 

“Lovebirds!” He called. “Take it somewhere else, please!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(During the events of The Last Olympian)

The Empire State Building.

You hadn’t been up here since you saved Artemis. 

You followed Grover, Thalia, Annabeth, and Percy out of the elevator, and cracks immediately appeared at your feet.

“Jump!” Grover cried, hopping to the next slab of white stone. 

Percy grabbed Thalia’s hand and leaped after Grover. “Gods, I hate heights!” You heard her scream as they jumped over the chasm. 

Annabeth was in no shape for jumping. You looked down as more cracks appeared in the stone beneath you. You took in a shaky breath and grabbed both of the daughter of Athena’s hands. 

You lunged for the next slab, managing to throw Annabeth into Percy before gripping the side of the lab with one hand. 

Your feet were dangling in open air, gravity pulling at them. 

“Thalia!” You cried. 

The hunter grabbed your hand with both of hers. She let out a grunt, and then Grover was there, grabbing your other flailing hand. They lifted you onto the stone beside Annabeth. 

“Keep moving!” Grover grabbed your shoulder and hoisted you to your feet, Percy doing the same with Annabeth. 

The five of you sprinted across the skybridge, more cracks underfoot. 

When you made it to the other side, you glanced back at the elevator which hung there, suspended by nothing. 

“We’re marooned,” Annabeth whispered. “On our own.”

You nodded before taking off. You didn’t have time to stand there, talking about the final end of Olympus. You had to get to Luke.

Ahead of you, you heard Kronos’s booming voice. “Brick by brick! That was my promise! Tear it down brick by brick!” There was an explosion, but you didn’t pull your eyes toward the noise, instead keeping your eyes trained on the ground beneath you. 

“That was a shrine to Artemis,” Thalia muttered. “He’ll pay for that.” Still, you kept running.

You ran through a marble archway, complete with statues of your least favorite god and goddess- Zeus and Hera.  

The mountain began shaking, and with a loud crash, you finally turned around. 

“Thalia!” Grover cried.

You rushed back to your friend, already digging some ambrosia out of your pocket. The daughter of Zeus was trapped, squirming under the weight of a statue of Hera. 

You handed her a piece as Annabeth said, “It’s Hera! She’s had it in for me all year. Her statue would’ve killed me if you hadn’t pushed us away!”

Thalia took the piece of ambrosia; there was probably a broken leg under all of that rubble. She gave you a grateful look, popping it in her mouth. “Thanks, Y/N,” she said. “But I’ll be fine. Go!”

You didn’t need any more encouragement. You turned and sprinted to the hall of the gods.

Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, arms spread wide. You froze. All you could see was Luke, all you could see were your memories of him. The first time he’d talked to you, your first kiss, your last kiss. Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke.

“Finally!” Kronos bellowed. “The Olympian Council! So proud and mighty! Which seat of power shall I destroy first?”

Annabeth, Percy, and Grover all took a few steps forward, while you stood back, watching Luke- Kronos- with a horrified expression.

“My lord,” the boy- Ethan Nakamura, you remembered- warned.

Kronos turned around. He looked exactly like Luke had when he’d started talking to you. Annabeth let out a strangled sound, yet you focused on his eyes, the only thing not Luke. You felt unconsumed rage boil inside you as he said, “shall I destroy you first, Jackson? Is that the choice you will make? To fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know.”

You stepped forth, eyes glinting with fury. “Luke would fight with a sword,” you said. “But I suppose you don’t have his skill.”

Kronos sneered at you. “You’re not worth my time-” 

You cut him off with a throwing knife bouncing off his shoulder. Kronos blinked, and for a moment he was Luke, staring down at the blade in surprise, then up at the thrower. “Y/N?” he asked in a raspy voice, before his eyes flickered gold again.

Kronos barked a laugh. “Very well, L/N. You will be the first to die!” 

You summoned your scimitars with deadly calm. 

Kronos charged, and you sidestepped. The fight was more like two tornados meeting each other head on. Your skills were too well balanced. 

Kronos backed you up into Hephaestus’s throne. Sorry, you thought. Hephaestus had always been one of your favorite gods- mostly because he tried to interact with demigods every once and a while.

You hopped onto the throne. You already knew that standing on a mechanic’s seat would get ugly for more than three seconds. Defense mode, the throne murmured, only confirming your knowledge. 

You sprang over Kronos’s head, but as your back was turned, you felt a pain in your lower back. You looked down, eyes clouded with more confusion than pain. 

Sticking out of your lower back, was a sword tip, or more specifically, the tip of Backbiter. Luke had quite literally stabbed you in the back.

“Y/N?” 

You collapsed onto your knees, hands shaking as you grasped the ground with your fingertips. You gasped, the agony finally catching up to you. 

“Oh, gods.” You felt someone’s hands caress the sides of your face. You looked up into Luke’s eyes, tearstained and no longer golden. 

“What have I done?” He whispered. 

Your blood formed a perfect circle around you and Luke. The sounds of Percy battling Ethan seemed far away. 

You gave him a weak smile. “You did what you had to do,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words as you felt yourself slipping away. 

Your gaze was intense, holding Luke’s eyes with every ounce of dignity you could muster. 

“I love you.” Were your last words before life faded from your eyes.

Luke felt himself lose everything. He wailed, a screech that he had no control over, a heartbroken sound that just came tumbling out of his mouth. Tears welled up in his vision, blocking his sight of Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Ethan turning to see who had just made such a sound. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I’m so sorry, Y/N! Please come back.” He stroked your hair, the same hair he’d run his finger through countless times.

Only now he realized this would be the last.

[anticomedygarden]

hair

Annabeth had a complicated relationship with her hair.

also on ao3

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"Ow!" Annabeth whined when Thalia pulled on another messy blonde tangle.

"Sorry," Thalia said, probably for the millionth time. The older girl was kneeling behind Annabeth on the floor of their current hideout and attempting to get the knots out of Annabeth's hair. None of them really knew the last time it had been brushed - probably not since she ran away. "I don't really know what I'm doing here."

"You just gotta unknot it!" Annabeth said. She didn't see why it was so hard; Thalia was 14 and should know how to untangle hair by now. Annabeth did.

Thalia laughed at her, but it sounded strained. "I don't even have a brush, Squirt. Plus, I've never had long hair."

Annabeth's mouth dropped open. "Really?" She thought all girls had long hair at some point.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"I don't really like it. I like yours, though." Annabeth beamed, at least until Thalia tugged again, and she whined.

Suddenly, there was another set of hands in her hair. "Let me help," Luke said.

Thalia put a hand against Annabeth's back, and the younger girl tried not to buck it off. She was independent! "You can try, but I don't know how much better it can get without a wash and a brush."

Luke sighed. "I can at least try."

(Annabeth had never particularly cared about her hair. It wasn't that she didn't like it or anything, she just really didn't have any strong feelings toward it. She liked that it's there, liked the comforting weight and extra warmth in winter, but she'd figured out at a young age that the yellow color did nothing but hinder her in her pursuits, so she didn't bother with it. She could deal with it, but she wouldn't put any extra effort into it.)

When Annabeth left the showers, Percy was waiting on the steps of her cabin, lurking awkwardly.

"What are you doing?" she asked. It was a surprise, to say the least. She would've expected him to be hanging out with Grover or training in the arena. Besides, she had just gotten out of the shower. A blush worked its way into her cheeks.

"I don't know, I thought we could hang out," he said. Then, he caught sight of her fingers tangled in her knotted hair. "What happened?"

Her blush deepened. "It hasn't recovered from the quest yet." And she hadn't had the patience to brush it out in the few days since they'd been back, compounding and compounding the knot until she couldn't get it out if she tried. "I might have to cut it."

"Oh." Percy looked at her funny and stood, then made a move like he was gonna touch her hair. She stepped back on instinct, and he raised his hands. "I can try and get it out."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

"I can work a brush." He almost sounded offended.

Normally, she would refuse, balking at the prospect of someone touching her hair, but after the quest, she found she didn't mind the thought as much as she thought she would. Plus, the knot was really bad, so he couldn't make it much worse, and it'd save her a lecture from Silena. She shrugged. "Fine."

Then, she went and got her hair brush from her bunk and went back out the door and sat on the step in front of him.

"Holy crap, what did you do to it?" he exclaimed.

She turned to give him a disbelieving look. "I went on a quest! When do you think I had time to untangle it?"

He didn't really look like he believed her, but he didn't say anything else.

"All right," he muttered. The first pull through had her jerking her head back and grabbing his hand behind her.

"Don't try and do it all at once, you'll just make it worse," she scolded. "Start from the bottom."

She felt him gently pull the lower half of her hair and start brushing it. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

After a minute, she relaxed, actually kind of enjoying the feeling. It was nice.

Finally, he finished and handed her back the brush. "I'm done."

"Wait, really?" She reached back to feel her hair and sure enough, it was back to its usual wavy strands, unknotted and flowing. "How'd you do that so fast?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. It probably helped that it's wet. Do you wanna spar?"

Mouth still open, she nodded. She'd have to keep that little affinity of his in mind.

(As she got older, she couldn't help but think that indifference was an asset. Quests certainly didn't provide any time or supplies for hair care. Plus, having Percy around made sure it was wet with dirty water half the time, so why try.)

"Remind me why we're out here, again?" Percy asked as they picked their way through the forest.

"Because Tyson said he smelled something funny," Annabeth answered. "And be quiet, you're gonna scare whatever it is away."

Percy stuck his tongue out at her but stopped talking, and they continued walking through the forest until they heard a sound from a ways away.

They froze. One look and they were heading off toward the noise.

It soon became apparent they were heading for nothing as the ground beneath their feet became squishier and squishier.

Then, there was another noise, and she stopped abruptly.

Too abruptly, apparently, because the next thing she knew, she was face down in muddy swamp water.

Groaning, she didn't stay down long and jumped up, knocking Percy over into the water. (He'd be fine.)

"What the Hades, Seaweed Brain?" she said.

He stood slowly. "Why'd you stop?"

"I heard something," she said, reaching up to get some of the gunk off her face. When she touched her hair, though, she paused. It was soaked through with the brackish water. The only thing that could clean it now was a good shower.

Well. It's not like she really cared all that much.

That was her only consolation as they trudged back to camp.

(She didn't think she'd ever want to chop it off; no, it was a part of her, a part she did kinda love on good days, even if it was a nuisance. And she loved having that connection to Percy, and Silena, in a way.)

"Damn, girl, what did I tell you?" Silena said from her spot behind Annabeth's chair. The older girl was attempting to rescue the blonde mass from its latest adventure, and Annabeth was afraid it wasn't looking too good.

"I was kidnapped by a titan, I couldn't exactly take care of it," Annabeth grumbled, wincing when Silena gave a particularly rough pull. She'd been sitting in this chair for years for the daughter of Aphrodite to cut her hair and just generally take care of it, and she still couldn't stand watching herself in the vanity mirror. She looked away.

"Well, I'm afraid I may have to cut it."

"That's fine," she said. It wouldn't be the first time. She looked at herself one final time to mourn the current length and caught sight of the grey streak. "Wait!"

"What?" Silena said, sounding surprised. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure you can't untangle it?" she asked.

Silena sighed and picked up the knot of hair again. "I can try, but it'll take a while."

"That's fine," Annabeth said definitively. Hair grew at approximately half an inch per month, but Annabeth wasn't sure how the stress from holding the sky would affect the growth rate or the return to its normal color. However, she wasn't going to hurry the process along, at least, not as long as Percy still had his.

Not that she would ever tell anyone that.

So she sat as patiently as she ever had while Silena untangled her hair.

(Probably the longest Annabeth ever went without brushing her hair was when Percy was missing. Without his fingers to run through it or Silena to pester her about it, she just didn't think of it. Or want to think of it.)

"Okay, no. Come here."

Annabeth looked up from the map she was staring at on a table in Bunker 9 to see Piper walking towards her. "What?"

Leo glanced over from whatever project he was working on with a similar expression of bewilderment on his face. Clearly, he didn't know what Piper was talking about, either.

"Annabeth, your hair. When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Piper asked exasperatedly, steering Annabeth to sit down in a chair.

"I was in the middle of something," Annabeth protested.

"You can go back to staring at that map after I fix this rat's nest," said Piper. "Seriously, I know you have a brush. When was the last time you used it?"

Accepting her fate, Annabeth just shrugged. Her hair was rarely, if ever, on the front of her mind.

When Piper attempted to drag a brush through it, they both winced. "Oh my gods, there's a ponytail in here? How long has that been there? And how long has it been since you washed it?"

Once again, Annabeth shrugged. She honestly had no idea, though, come to think of it, it had been pretty itchy lately.

"Okay, well, that ends now." With that, Piper went to work on the knot, attacking it with the brush. "I'm gonna have to cut the ponytail out."

Annabeth startled. "Wait - the hair or the rubber band?"

"The rubber band," Piper said, causing Annabeth to breathe a sigh of relief. She knew it was stupid, but she didn't want there to be any risk of Percy not recognizing her when they found Camp Jupiter. "Your hair is completely wrapped around it."

Without waiting for a response, she whipped out Katoptris and sliced the rubber band out. Annabeth's hair didn't move much.

"Good lord," Piper muttered. "Here we go." The daughter of Aphrodite then went at the knot with the same vigor as Annabeth going at a training dummy. It did not feel good.

Piper was far less gentle than her sister. Piper was far less gentle than Percy.

Annabeth didn't like that thought, didn't like thinking of the dead, and she really didn't like thinking of Percy as missing.

But when she squirmed to try and get away, Piper gripped her shoulder, keeping her from standing. "Piper, I-"

"Hold still."

"I can do it-"

"But you won't, will you?" Piper said, raising an eyebrow.

Even Annabeth had to admit that she was right, but that didn't make it any easier. "I promise I'll-"

"No," Piper said with finality. However, it was what she said next that rooted Annabeth in place. "Let me do this for you, please."

She paused. It had never occurred to her that Piper might be trying to help in whatever way she could, that she didn't have the mechanical skills to help build the ship or the memories to help try and pinpoint where exactly Camp Jupiter was. "Fine."

"Thank you."

So, she sat there while Piper untangled her hair and only winced every so often.

Finally, probably an hour later, she was done, and they both stood. "Now, you're going to go eat dinner, then you're gonna shower, and then you're gonna go to bed."

Annabeth blanched. "I still have so much work to do."

Piper put her hands on her hips. "And it will still be there in the morning."

They stared at each other, neither one willing to relent, until Leo giggled from across the bunker. "Someone's in trouble."

Piper snorted. "I don't know why you're laughing, Repair Boy, you're going, too."

Annabeth didn't have to see his face to know his mouth had hit the floor. "I never agreed to that!"

Piper's eyes narrowed, and she went to grab Leo from his work bench. "I don't care." She pointed at the door. "Now, both of you, dinner, shower, bed."

There was no way Annabeth would agree to that, not when there was still so much work to do on the ship, maps to study, star charts to examine - really, she didn't have time. "How about dinner and bed, then shower in the morning?"

Piper's eyes hardened from where she was dragging Leo by the collar over to the door, then she pushed Annabeth's back until the blonde was also standing outside the door. "Dinner, shower, bed." She turned around to lock Bunker 9 behind them. "And for the love of the gods, wash your hair. Yes, Leo, both of you."

(Annabeth needn't have worried about Percy recognizing her. She probably could have shaved her head and painted her face to look like Iron Man, and he would recognize her, even in the depths of Tartarus.)

"What do you think of me cutting my hair?" Annabeth asked.

Her and Percy were limping along the Phlegethon at the approximate rate of a Zamboni in a swamp. Pain and soreness had settled into every corner of her body, but Annabeth was somehow thinking of her hair tangled at the back of her neck and stuck to her face with sweat, and how the hell she would fix it if they made it back to the mortal world. (When. When they made it back to the mortal world.)

She barely felt Percy turn to look at her. "I think you should do whatever you want with it."

Aw. She probably should have predicted that. "Come on, tell me the truth."

He paused. "You know I love your hair."

When he didn't say anything else, she pressed her fingers against his waist. "But?"

"But," he started. "But it's your hair."

"I know that," she said with more force than she meant to.

If she could see anything in the dark, she would've seen his brows furrow. "Do you really wanna get rid of it?"

She bit her lip. "No." She couldn't bear to let go of everything it meant to her now, the memories it carried beyond just the grey streak: Thalia, Luke, Silena, Piper, Percy. It was hers to care for, hers to maintain, and she hated that it took Tartarus for her to realize that. "I just don't know how it's going to recover from this."

"Hey," he said, stopping them. "It's gonna be fine. It'll get through it." She gave him a disbelieving look, though she wasn't sure he could see it. "Do you know how I know?"

Her hands fiddled with the back of his shirt where they were wrapped around his waist. "How?"

"Because it's so bright that it's one of the only things I can see right now."

She pressed her face into his chest. "All right. If you say so."

He rested a cheek on her head. "I do."

(Then, of course, there were the practical purposes.)

"Okay, I think I'm finally getting this," Percy said above her.

"Thank the gods."

He had been messing with her hair for about two hours now trying to figure out how to do a French braid. Without technology, his only resource was a book he found at the library, and it wasn't like Annabeth knew how to do it.

Though she may want to learn soon for the same reason Percy was. He was gonna have a little sister, one that, for all intents and purposes, would probably grow up with Annabeth as an older sister figure which was absolutely insane for her to think about. She technically had plenty of experience as a counselor and an actual older sister (though that qualification was debatable), but it was a whole other thing when it was Percy's baby sister.

It was very hard not to think of Silena, and even harder not to think of Thalia. If she was half the older sister to the new little girl that Silena and Thalia were to her, she would have succeeded.

But for now, she could help Percy learn to be a big brother.

(So maybe she did love her hair. Just a little bit.)

[cynicalclairvoyantcadaver]

Magnus and Thalia

Does anyone ever think about Thalia just going to Boston sometime, maybe after Annabeth is dead, or even when she's alive? And then she meets Magnus there, and she notices his last name, and she says that one of her friends has his last name-'Annabeth Chase'.

And Magnus is shocked because THAT'S HIS COUSIN! And Thalia is also shocked, so they talk about Annabeth together, and Magnus learns more about her, and Thalia learns something from Magnus too.

And maybe they have regular meetups, or maybe she just swings around to Boston to see if he's there, and they talk about Annabeth.

(And maybe they grieve together after Annabeth dies.)

Come on, PJO fanfic writers, WHERE ARE YOU

[helpmeimblorboing]

I love imagining a future version of PJO where all the Big Three kids grow to become even more threatening than their godly parents - like eldritch abomination levels of intimidation

Imagine a Percy Jackson who’s the lord of the Under-sea, all the things that lurk and crawl along the seafloor. With long, stringy hair that drips perpetually with dark, brackish water, and eyes that are less a comforting sea-green and more the sickly glare of an anglerfish’s lure. With teeth filed into points and skin paler than paper, webbed with black, sickly-looking veins

Imagine a Nico Di Angelo who’s the Keeper of the Dead, resembling a corpse more than a human, skin tinged with the blue of an asphyxiated body, eyes bloodshot, pupils blacker than midnight. Hair matted and stringy and mussed about his shoulders, frame scrawny as a scarecrow, body frail with malnutrition and yet carrying unmistakable power. And at his feet pool his faithful shadows like pet dogs, dark eyes blinking amidst the pooling black, tendrils of darkness reaching out like pseudopodia

Imagine a Thalia Grace who’s the Daughter of the Sky, with eyes like a thunderstorm, dark and foreboding, lightning crackling against her skin as she moves, hair streaked with white and blue and gray and all the shades of a storm-cloud about to blow. The bracelet of Aegis about her wrist, less like a piece of jewellery and more like a shackle keeping her in place. Her skin dark and buzzing with static electricity, stinking of ozone and petrichor

[thatcatangelwriter]

The first time Persephone saw Annabeth Chase, she honestly thought her husband had broken his oath. Not all demigods can be at ease in the underworld and be liked by its creatures. Cerberus adored the girl and loved playing with her. The girl was not afraid of death at all. She had accepted it. Her regrets struck deeper in the kingdom than that of others. The girl's soul was isolated, lonely, and struck with grief in a way that Persephone was all too familiar with. It wasn't until she saw her eyes turn grey and felt the raw power coming from her mind that she dismissed her original thought.

However, it raised some questions. When Nico called out to Athena's daughter by name, Persephone blinked. Annabeth Chase

The Pride of Athena's offspring. She had heard of the girl before. She had known of the girl's prowess long before Aphrodite started gushing about her relationship with the son of poseidon. Years ago, when her husband was seething with rage over Thalia Grace. Persephone would hear the name Annabeth Chase constantly dropped by monsters and creatures who had all fallen under her wits and hammer. Persephone could see it, the way she did her braids, her expression when she was deep in thought, her smirk she was Athena's child through and through.

So then why ?

Why was the girl so haunted ?

There was something inside the girl. A void looming over her. There was a shadow over her mind, and all the while, her heart itself casted a shadow of its own.

Annabeth Chase was haunted by what she knew and haunted back with love. Her heart was like a ghost. Ever present, ever distant, ever unknown, ever dismissed.

Annabeth Chase was haunted like an underworld being. A being that she was not.

Athena, what is going on with your child ? Persephone thought

After the war, stories start making their way around, and things start to click.

It was fate.

The prophecy had haunted no one like it did Annabeth Chase. The prophecy was hers. It was her tragedy... and Luke Castellan's. Luke Castellan had affected everybody when he chose Kronos, but only Annabeth affected him back in the end. Even the forbidden children, Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace, were affected by Annabeth Chase like no other.

Annabeth Chase is the owner of the prophecy and the worst part ? She knows it but won't say anything.

[susspence]

I have a headcanon that when a year passes at Camp Half Blood, Luke and Annabeth walk together and hang a bead on Thalia’s tree similar to how they put a bead on their necklaces

[audreyscribes]

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS:

"COOKIES" (CLARISSE LA RUE X READER) IMAGINE:

Synopsis: What happens when you combine cookies with a child of Iris, who becomes friends with a child of Ares.

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD" Annabeth Chase/Thalia Grace/ Luke Castellan & Reader imagine: [1] [2] [3] [4] [Ao3 Link]

Synopsis: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

*no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age.

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST 📜

MAJOR GODS: {LINK}

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR][AO3]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

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💤HYPNOS😴 [TUMBLR][AO3]

⚖ NEMESIS ♎ [TUMBLR] [AO3]

✌ NIKE🏆 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🥂HEBE🙏 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🍀 TYCHE🎰 [TUMBLR][AO3]

🔮 HECATE🌙 [TUMBLR][AO3]

MISCELLANEOUS GODS: {LINK}

{W A V E 1.0}

💀 PERSEPHONE💐 [PART1 | TUMBLR]\ [PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🧝‍♀️MYSTERIOUS NYMPH(?) 🧝‍♂️ [PART1 | TUMBLR] \[PART 2 | TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍎ERIS😈 [TUMBLR] \\[AO3]

🎶HARMONIA☮ [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

{W A V E 2.0}

💀 THANATOS 🦋 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

💤 MORPHEUS💤 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🍃 ZEPHYROS🌷 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

🔥PROMETHEUS🔥 [TUMBLR] \\ [AO3]

PRIMORDIAL GODS: {LINK}

🌌CHAOS🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌎GAEA 🌎 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🕳TARTARUS🕳 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

💘EROS💞 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

♟EREBUS🌑 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌌NYX🌌 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌄HEMERA ☀ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌫️OURANUS🌬️ [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🏔OUREA🗻 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

🌊PONTUS🌊 [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

???? EPILOGUE ??? [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

[sunsburns]

tweets with pjo characters (vi.)

content summary: implied luke x reader, peracbeth, persassy, luke getting canceled, thalia and percy beef, reader simping for percy's dad lmaoooooo

note: i saw this blog take one of my tweets and post it without credits and they got more likes 😔 imma have to start adding watermarks 😭😭 glad u think i’m funny tho 🙏🏽

series masterlist

taglist: @mischiefmoons / @notplutos / @balletfilmss / @whiteoakoak / @pietrothemovie (lmk if you wanna be added <;3)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Fem reader x Thalia headcanons, especially if reader is either the daughter to a minor god/dess, or is a nymph.

Thalia Grace Headcanons

|| Thalia Grace x minorgoddess!fem!reader

|| Warnings; none, just fluff

|| Summary; a collection of headcanons of reader and Thalia! 16 headcanons total

Requests open!

Started; september 26th

Finished; september 29th

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If Hunters of Artemis were allowed to date women...

• reader is a daughter of a minor goddess of your choosing

• upon first meeting Thalia, reader's intimidated by her. Due to both who her father is and Thalia's lieutenant status

• they often hold each other's hand around camp when Thalia's visiting, trying be as close as possibly to each other

• one is hardly ever seen without the other, normally with smiles on their faces

• they often sneak out of their cabin at night, only going as far as one of their porches in case of the harpies. lots of late night conversations with only the stars as their audience

• stealing kisses during training sessions when no one is looking

• Thalia helping reader with her Archery skills, being as close as possible as her hands guide hers

• reader braiding Thalia's hair as they sit by the campfire, illuminated by the different colours of the flame

• Thalia braiding reader's hair by the campfire is reader doesn't know how

• by the campfire, being as close to each other as possible. usually with a blanket over them, reader sitting between Thalia's legs. Thalia's arms loosely around reader's hips

• sneaking out of camp to enjoy the rain, kissing under the storm

• Thalia and reader sneaking out of their cabins to sit by the lake, then running from the harpies while laughing

• getting in trouble with Mr D for their constant sneaking out and having to do chores together

• whenever Thalia isn't at camp, they iris message almost every night

• reader getting special permission to go out of camp and spend a few nights with the Hunters

• during the winter when reader's at school, Thalia visits sometimes. pretending to be an exchange student, using the mist

feel free to add on in the comments!