#that was the moment i was utterly convinced he was the real percy jackson

[thebigqueer]

i would love to have the poodle scene where annabeth and grover are like 'say hi to teh poodle percy' and hes like 'im not saying hi to it' and annabeths like 'SAY IT' and hes like 'hello poodle' because i already know walker would do it so perfectly. i can already see adamancy in his eyes when he insists he will not say hi. i can already see the exasperation in his eyes saying hello to the poodle. i need that scene so bad just to see walker do it becuase i KNOW hed do it better than ill ever have imagined

[enchantedisabella]

demigod powers au

my ig is vivacityandvellichor

Alexandra Chase-Jackson is the most beautiful thing Percy has ever laid eyes on. Somehow, defying all genetics, she has a small tuft white-blonde hair instead of her mother’s honey-blonde California girl curls (but she’s only a baby, her hair will develop into a deeper colour eventually) and these bright green eyes, not sea-green like Percy, but a stunningly bright emerald green that he thinks he likes better than his own. He wonders if he was born with those colour eyes. His mom, in the room with him, shakes his head and says that she’s never seen those eyes before, not in Poseidon or in her family. But Alexandra has the Jackson good looks, they realise as she grows older, with high cheekbones and a heart-shaped face and eyes ever so slightly slanted upwards.

She is vivacious and full of life, and takes after her father in most aspects, except that she values education too much to be exactly like Percy. Heaven knows she didn’t get it from Annabeth, either, who was always on the run most of her childhood and was just naturally perceptive and intelligent. She is very creative and does well in mastering most languages. Her mother is proud of her, and says that the gods have finally given them a gift, the most precious gift of all. She gets her personality from them both, combined to create one that is entirely and uniquely Alexandra, talkative and calculating and strategic. She has just turned three years old when Annabeth wants to have another baby.

Cameron Chase-Jackson is born just a few months before Alexandra’s third birthday, and genetics comes through this time, so they look nothing alike. Cameron was born with Percy’s thick hair, but it is golden brown in colour thanks to the help of Annabeth’s blonde curls. He has familiar stormy grey eyes this time, so alike to Annabeth’s own that when Percy stares at them he feels like he’s staring at his wife. Cameron is his mother’s darling- studious and sarcastic, with a penchant for knives. Annabeth doesn’t favour her kids over one another, but Cam is the child she spends the most time with, while Alex is usually out surfing with her dad.

Cam, Annabeth discovers, has a mind so unique in solving problems that she can give him actual, real life problems and he can figure out a plan or an equation to solve them. Cam is very popular in school, although he can’t be described as friendly, because of his razor-sharp wit and quick tongue. He’s the teacher’s pet, and excels in athletics as well. He has Annabeth’s unique looks- tanned, golden skin, a toned body, a high, aristocratic nose and the face of, well, a Greek god.

Alex is five when her powers start to appear. Percy is worried that they might never show, because although she’s liked surfing for a long time (and sometimes surfs with her aunt Piper, whose skills are on par, if not better than her dad’s own) she’s never showed any sign of manipulating the water before that. The first time Alex practices her strange- and, Percy and Annabeth both have to admit, very disturbing power on her own father, they scream and almost wake the whole neighbourhood up. The whole family drives to camp immediately, convinced Alex has inherited some sort of mutant Poseidon gene that has caused the bloodbending. However, once they speak to Chiron, it is evident he cannot help. There has never been a demigod marriage in Camp Half-Blood, much less demigod children, and all the rest of the Seven’s children haven’t showed signs of their powers yet. Chiron advises them to go to Camp Jupiter, where demigod families are the norm, and ask them what they think of Alex’s powers.

Reyna greets them at the river, looking younger than ever. There is a certain way she carries herself now, rid of the foolish pride and hubris to cover up her insecurities that once wracked her, and gaining a majestic sort of aura to her. None of them are even twenty-five yet, but Percy still can’t believe she’s- still can’t believe they’ve- survived this long once he sees her again, and all the memories of fighting and slaying monsters and brushing against Death casually come back with a touch of bitter nostalgia. He can’t imagine what would happen if Annabeth were to fight again like she did when they were sixteen. They’re still so young, barely in their twenties, but Percy already feels so old and weary with his daughter in his hands and his son in Annabeth’s.

‘Can you help?’ Annabeth pleads, not bothering to disguise the exhausted notes in her voice, or the desperation. Her son, asleep and looking like an angel, sags in her tired arms.

Reyna nods curtly, signaling them into her office. ‘Take a seat,’ she says graciously. Both Annabeth and Percy heave sighs of relief and slump into the plush chairs that seem to cushion around them. It feels so relaxing after the strained drive in the car, where Annabeth and Percy had barely glanced at once another, both knowing what each other was thinking- ‘is it my fault Alex has these powers, or is it my partner’s? Should a daughter of Athena and a son of Poseidon really be together? Were the legends right after all to encourage us to stay as enemies?’

Reyna stares them both in the eyes with her piercing gaze. ‘What power did you think Alexandra was going to inherit when she developed her powers?’

Annabeth blinks. ‘I... I don’t know.’ The words taste strange in her mouth. She’s never said them much before. ‘I suppose we thought that she would inherit one of our powers, and Cameron would inherit the other’s. Or possibly a watered-down mix of both. But not... not this. Not bloodbending.’

Reyna folds her hands on the desk neatly. ‘I thought this might happen,’ she remarks casually. ‘You see, we don’t have children of Minerva at Camp Jupiter, as you well know, and children of Poseidon are- well, not exactly hero-worshipped like you were, I’m sure, back at Camp Half-Blood-’ and her lip curls a little with distaste as she says it- ‘and so the match between a son of Poseidon and a daughter of Athena was never made. However, mutant powers crop up in other children of demigods. We have a son of Ceres who wedded a daughter of Mars, and their daughter’s powers are not unlike your daughter’s own- disturbing, but effective. Their daughter, Victoire, can use plants as startlingly effective weapons, and whatever plant she touches becomes poison and lethal when she wants it to. The plants, most alarmingly, can also become somewhat sentient and incredibly vicious. They... have a rather unorthodox weapon they can use on people who try and threaten Victoire. Basically, they can consume flesh.’

Annabeth chokes. Her eyes dilate in fear that she doesn’t try to hide anymore, not these days, anyway. ‘Why... how... we never had those kinds of powers! I’ve never even heard of them!’

Reyna grimaces. ‘Children of demigods don’t fool around. We suspect that their genes have adapted to become harder, stronger for battle. They are not the children of gods, after all, who have always let mortals fight their wars. We think that somewhere along the stages of pregnancy, something activated to prepare the offspring to become more vicious, battle-hardened, and definitely more lethal. Especially children of the more powerful demigods, so it is not unlikely to predict that Alexandra will only grow stronger as she grows older.’

Percy’s shoulders slump. ‘How about Cameron? He’s already begun to play with knives. One powerful child is already so much to handle.’

Reyna muses thoughtfully. ‘Here’s an idea. Why don’t you send them to Camp Jupiter?

Percy starts. He looks at Annabeth with familiar sea-green eyes, and she only sees shock in them. She feels the same, too, like the very suggestion is out of the question. Alexandra and Cameron are inherently Greek. She supposesthat she sees the rational side of it- Camp Jupiter is more suited to train demigod-hybrids like their children, but...

Percy stands up abruptly and paces the room. He doesn’t look angry; he doesn’t look imposing; he doesn’t look threatening. All Annabeth sees is a confused boy, and it takes her back to when they were twelve years old again, like Percy doesn’t really know where he belongs anymore. She lets him be. If he’s really considering it, like she is, then it must be a serious thing for him to think about. Reyna senses this too, and exchanges a concerned look with Annabeth.

‘I just...’ Percy finally gets out. ‘I just feel so conflicted. Alex and Cam, we’ve always thought they were destined for Camp Half-Blood, but...’ he shudders. ‘I can’t stop thinking about it.’

Annabeth knows what he means. When Alex caused the bloodbending, Percy was forcibly pulled back and forth like a fragile, utterly breakable marionette being strung this way and that by a careless child. Which, they supposed, was unnervingly close to what actually happened. In that moment, Percy was a plaything in their daughter’s hands, no different from Miss Dagger or her brother, Mr Katana. And it chills them both to the bone.

The weary demigod couple stays the night at Camp Jupiter, both too tired to be in the right state of mind to make a decision. However, in the morning, Reyna expects an answer, and an answer they have.

Annabeth is almost close to tears when she chokes out, ‘we’ve decided to send Alex here. She’s too powerful for Greek powers to handle.’

‘When?’ Reyna asks, her voice guarded, not wanting to make the two parents even more delicate than the frame of mind they were already in.

‘Starting now.’