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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 1 year ago

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Little League

Little league

Percy wasn’t a big fan of early mornings. Especially on Saturdays when he wanted to do nothing all day. But having kids changes a lot of things in your life. Including your routine and your much needed sleep on weekends.

That was the reason behind him braiding his daughter’s hair at 7 am. “Come on, daddy. We’ll be late.” Zoe complained.

“We have an hour ahead of us. You have nothing to worry about.”

“But we have a game today.”

“They won’t start without you.” He smiled as he liked that his daughter was old enough to be passionate about her hobbies. “You’re ready.”

Zoe stared herself at the mirror. “Thank you, daddy.”

“I’ll go make pancakes.” Percy said as he took Zoe’s bag with him downstairs.

Charlie was in the living room, watching television and drinking a smoothie. “Hey, bub. What do you want on your pancakes?”

Charlie turned to face him. “Chocolate chips and maple syrup.”

“Coming right up.” Percy let down Zoe’s bag and took the batter he had already prepared and started making pancakes. Did they have enough time? No. Would they make it on time? To be announced. 5 minutes later everyone was eating pancakes and they managed to get out of the house on time.

Percy was sitting in the stands wishing he had brought an extra coffee with him. Annabeth was rocking Lana who was sleeping in her stroller, away from the other parents. Charlie and Theo were sitting on the grass close to her, looking very bored. Percy tried to focus on the game, but the lack of caffeine was making it impossible for him. Magically, a coffee appeared next to him. Well, Nico gave him the coffee as he sat next to him. “I love you.”

“I am not your wife, Percy.” Nico said as he drank some of his coffee.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you.” Percy joked.

“Fuck off.”

“There are little kids here.” Percy gasped. He knew that Nico was still bad at censoring himself even after 3 kids, something that Percy liked to take advantage of.

“And all of them are asleep.” Nico ran his hand through his hair and put on his aviators.

“Thanks for the coffee.”

“We should convince the coach to move everything an hour later. I can’t function this early.”

“I totally agree. It’s enough that I have to wake up early on weekdays, I am not doing it on weekends as well.” Percy complained. “And we have Charlie’s games on Sundays.”

“Still interested in hockey?”

“Crazy about it. Although, Annabeth is making him a Bruins fan which I am not a big fan of. Like there are excellent teams in New York. Like the Rangers.”

“I prefer the Devils.” Nico added. “Or the Islanders.”

“Not you as well. I need someone to agree with me. Will! Come here.” Percy said to Will who was a few steps bellow them. He climbed up and sat next to his husband. Soon Rachel came as well holding Jasmine. “Rach? What are you doing here?”

“Bianca wanted me to come, so here I am.”

“What’s the best NHL team?”

“Penguins or Bruins.” Will stated.

“What did I expect from a Harvard graduate? Rach?”

“Rangers.” Rachel replied like it was the only right answer. Which was in Percy’s mind.

“Thank you. One sane person around here.” Percy exclaimed.

The next 6 minutes were relatively quiet until a girl from the other team pushed a girl from their team. “Penalty! That’s unacceptable.” Will shouted making Nico sink lower in his seat.

Will was way too passionate in Percy’s opinions. Especially if you considered that they were watching 6-year-old girls play soccer. But it was fun to watch him. And even more amusing watching Nico telling him to be quieter. “Will, for God’s sake. It’s Little League, not NFL.”

“Technically, this is soccer not football.” Will snickered.

“Only in America.” Nico noted.

“The player should be disqualified.” He argued. Percy wished he had popcorn with him.

“The player is a 4-year-old.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s illegal behaviour.”

“Like I haven’t seen the moves you were teaching Bianca.” Nico accused him. Rachel pulled a packet cookies from her bag and gave some to Percy as they were both interested to where their bickering would end up.

“That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

“It’s self-defence.”

“She isn’t allowed to touch the other players.” Nico said.

“How about both of you calm down?” Rachel proposed to her friends. Jasmine grasped their attention as she started pointing towards Bianca. “Yes, Jas. That’s Bee. Wave at your sis.” Rachel told to the stinky cute baby sitting on her. Jasmine started waving until she grabbed Bianca’s attention who waved back at her. Percy remembered his own baby and decided to go check on Annabeth.

He got off the stands and went to the grass area. “She’s still asleep?” He asked as he put his chin on Annabeth’s shoulder.

“Yes, she doesn’t do well with early mornings.”

“Go watch the game. I’ll watch her and the boys.” Percy kissed her cheek as he let her go.

“You’re the best.”

“I’ve been told before.” Percy smirked.

“By who?”

“My wife.”

Annabeth winked as she started walking away. “Your wife sounds like a keeper.”

“Oh she is. I am never letting her go.” Percy promised.

He turned his attention to the three boys sitting on the lawn, a few feet away from him. Theo was listening carefully while Ryder was talking enthusiastically about something that Percy couldn’t understand. Theo looked actually interested with what Ryder was saying which seemed a bit unusual as Theo dismissed 99% of the people that talked to him. I guess he liked that Ryder wasn’t pressing him to talk him like most kids their age did.

Then, Percy turned his attention to Charlie who was sprawled on the lawn playing on Annabeth’s iPad. “Bub? You’re good?”

“I am bored.” Charlie said as he closed the iPad. “Why should I come every week?”

“To support your sister. She comes to your games.” Percy said.

“If she doesn’t want to come, I won’t mind. Like they are obviously the better team. And they don’t even keep score.” Charlie argued.

“If they don’t keep score then how do you know that they are better?” He questioned his son who looked at him with the most ‘seriously now?’ Annabeth Chase expression in existence.

“I just know. And they aren’t even allowed to touch the other players. Where is the fun to that?”

“Not everyone likes Hockey, bub.”

“And they are wrong.”

“Don’t you like that we eat out after the game?”

“I guess the food is fine.” Charlie thought to himself. “And when I play for the Bruins I will want Zoe to come and see me play.”

Percy had heard Charlie say that he wanted to play hockey when he was older. He knew that it was one of the most common answers a kid gave to these questions, but Percy liked his enthusiasm about the sport. Bobby was fuelling to his son’s ambitions as he kept mentioning over and over again that his kid was NHL material. To which Annabeth reminded him that he was 6.

“Bruins? Not the Rangers?”

“No, the Bruins. They’re a better team, dad.”

“You’re killing your old man. I hope you know it.” Percy joked.

“You aren’t that old.” Charlie replied. “And if they give me a million dollars I’ll play for the Rangers.”

“I’ll give you a million to play for the Rangers.”

“Deal. But I am not supporting them. I’m just going to play for them.”

“Enough for me, bub.” Then he turned his attention to Lana who was finally awake. When she realised she was noticed she immediately started reaching for him. Percy took her out of the stroller and on him. “Look at Zoe. How well she is playing.” He said to the little girl who was scanning her surroundings.

“Can I hold her?” Charlie asked as he put the iPad in Lana’s diaper bag.

“Yes, but you have to be careful.”

“No running or jumping.” He stated as Percy lowered Lana to his son’s arms. Lana squealed in delight as she realised Charlie was holding her. She loved her older brother, which reminded Percy to snap another picture of his kids.

“Dad, no more pictures.” Charlie replied annoyedly. “You have a gazillion pictures of us.”

“And I want a gazillion and one pictures of you. When you’re older you’re going to be glad that I was taking pictures of you.”

“They’re done.” Charlie said as he saw Annabeth and Zoe walking towards them.

“Excellent game, Zo.” Percy said as Zoe ran up to him. “You’re a talent. Show stopping.”

“Thanks, daddy.” Zoe smiled. “Can we go eat now? I’m hungry.”

“Absolutely.” Percy said as he motioned Theo and Ryder to come with them. A few moments later, Will, Nico, Rachel, Bianca and Jasmine came as well. “Are we ready to go?”

“Definitely.”

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witchywriterlythings · 1 month ago

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Something This Way Comes

Chapter Thirteen: We Get My Cousins A Puppy

Convincing my cousins I was who I said I was took both more and less time than I expected. It was easy to explain our fathers as our blood sang for each other, cousins reunited. But getting them to believe we were the children of gods? When they had been raised catholic in Italy? Nico seemed to believe me easily, as he started pulling out his game cards and asking about each of them and their accuracy while Bianca seemed to be reserving judgment.

“Say we believe you.” Bianca’s frown hadn’t disappeared the entire time we were talking. “Why should we leave? We’re safe here and it’s where our father wants us to be.”

“When was the last time you went outside?”

The three of us froze as something sweet wafted over us, making everyone around us disperse towards new games.

Bianca growled while Nico puffed up like a scared cat.

I didn’t understand why though, it was probably just someone's perfume. It was so nice. Maybe they were right, we should stay…

“Percy!”

“I need to find my friends,” I told them as I smiled. I had friends, right? “See you.” Video games were calling my name. The other players were friends right? There was a guy playing this weird shooter game that I walked by, where the gunman was a deer. I looked away before I could see what the targets were.

I started drifting to the big TVs where it looked like a gaming tournament was happening, but someone grabbed my hand to stop me. I startled at the contact and tried to pull away, but nails dug into my skin until I was whirling around to hiss at them. “What’s your problem?”

“Percy, you said we had to leave.” The kid holding my hand was so small, he barely reached my shoulders, but his gaze was hard as he stared at me. “Percy.”

Who are you? was on the tip of my tongue before my mind cleared again. “Nico. Fuck, yeah, we need to find the others.” I readjusted his grip on my hand so it was more comfortable before looking around for signature blonde curls.

We found Annabeth using a building simulator, her eyes fixed on the screen even as we walked over to her. "Come on," I told her, trying to get her attention. "We've got to get out of here."

No response.

I shook her. "Annabeth?"

She looked up, annoyed, and didn’t even seem to see my new limpet in the form of a ten year old. "What?

"We need to leave."

"Leave? What are you talking about? I've just got the towers—"

"Listen. The Underworld. Our quest!"

"Oh, come on, Percy. Just a few more minutes."

I grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from the game, dragging both her and Nico with me towards where I think Grover was.

"Hey!" She screamed and hit me, but nobody else even bothered looking at us. They were too busy.

I made her look directly in my eyes. I said, "Spiders. Large, hairy spiders."

That jarred her. Her vision cleared. "Oh my gods," she said. "How long have we—"

She still didn’t seem to see Nico, still out of it. I didn’t have time to focus on that right now as I got us back on track to finding Grover. When we found him, he didn’t even seem to notice us.

"Grover!" we both shouted, as Nico flinched away from the noise at my side. He pressed himself more into my arm.

He said, "Die, human! Die, silly, polluting nasty person!"

"Grover!"

He turned the plastic gun on me and started clicking, as if I were just another image from the screen.

Bianca found us right as I felt like I was going to explode. “We’re leaving. Now.” She had a mom voice, who let her have a mom voice? At least my friends nodded quickly and followed her towards the exit.

Nico tugged on my arm which was the only reason I realized I was stuck in place. “You have to go too, Percy.” He is so small and his eyes are so big, but his grip is strong as he leads me out of the Casino.

It isn’t until I take my first breath of the sweltering heat outside that it hits me how twisted it was that they tricked us, children at a casino. I hate that my stomach wouldn’t be rolling as hard if they had called it literally anything else. I followed Bianca’s thundering footsteps down the street.

It felt like afternoon, about the same time of day we'd gone into the casino, but something was wrong. The weather had completely changed. It was stormy, with heat lightning flashing out in the desert.

Ares's backpack was slung over my shoulder, which was odd, because I was sure I had thrown it in the trash can in room 4001, but at the moment I had other problems to worry about.

Annabeth and Grover were still dazed from the trap, neither of them even seeming to notice our new tag-alongs despite Bianca fisting their sleeves so they didn’t wander back. Annabeth looked clearer than Grover, but her eyes weren’t focusing right.

I ran to the nearest newspaper stand and read the year first. Thank the gods, it was the same year it had been when we went in. Then I noticed the date: June twentieth.

We had been in the Lotus Casino for five days.

We had only one day left until the summer solstice. One day to complete our quest.

“Fuck.”

Annabeth punched me for swearing and then took the newspaper to see what was happening. “Fuck.”

I almost laughed but my throat was too dry.

Grover snaps out of his daze and finally seems to notice the two new kids, his pupils narrowing to sideways slits as his nostrils flared. “Fudge.” He turns to glare at me and waves at them. “How did you find more Big Three children? I left you alone for an hour!”

“More like three days,” I reminded him but tilted my head. “How could you tell?”

“They look like you and they smell like a graveyard.”

Bianca huffed. “Excuse you! Who even are you?” She looks around as if she has no idea how we got outside. “Someone tell me what’s going on!”

At the sound of a new voice, Annabeth looked up from the newspaper she’d actually been reading through. She turned to give me a look. “Percy, you need to stop collecting people.”

I pretend to have no idea what she’s talking about while Nico giggles. At least one of us is enjoying themselves.

Grover is trying to explain about gods and monsters and what he meant with his graveyard comment but he only got so far as saying, “you’re children of death” before Bianca started to slowly back away with her fists now in Nico’s shirt instead.

The ten year old, however, was wiggling free as he tried to hear more of what Grover was saying. “Do monsters really have attack power and hit points? Do you keep track of that sort of thing? How many does Percy have?”

Before my best friend could try answering that, because I knew he would say something stupid like “Percy has a lot” or “Percy is a boss”, because he’s a hype man even in the face of danger, I slowly reached out and pulled Bianca’s hands free of Nico’s shirt.

“𐀞𐀳 𐀂𐀍𐀳 𐀺𐀺,” I told her. I told her of siblings who were scarred with pain and used it to make a home. One became darkness and his form became large, where he could protect those he cared for. One used his waters to ferry the dead to safety. And of them a child was born, one who took care of the dead and the Underworld and the earth all the same. And the Underworld loved her. I told her that we are children of old and asked her if she really believes she’s human.

Bianca’s answer is the baring of teeth turned to fangs, her irises exploding until there were no whites in her eyes. Her claws dig into my hands, but do not break skin. They simply remind me they could if they wanted to.

Nico, though he does not need to be convinced, rotates his head around to the point his neck appears broken, his eyes unblinking as he makes a questioning noise that sort of sounds like hooting.

“Fine, I believe you,” she said and I hoped my friends were keeping their cool. They’d seen me do enough weird shit, hopefully this didn’t rate too high. “Why get us out of there?”

“We’re going to see your dad,” Annabeth said. I turn to look at her but she doesn’t meet my eyes.

I tried to assure them both. “We’ll explain the rest on the way.”

Annabeth ended up calling a taxi van out of a phone book, since a normal taxi wouldn't fit all of us. As we all piled in, she leaned into the front seat holding out the lotus card. “Do you take casino cards?”

The guy in the front seat looked at her with raised eyebrows but didn't question where she had gotten one from. “Depends on the casino and how much is on the card. I just gotta check it first.” He took the offered card and swiped it through his machine, his eyebrows raising higher and higher until they almost disappeared when an infinity sign. His jaw drops open before he collects himself. “Where to then, you're highness?”

“Los Angeles, the Santa Monica Pier,” Annabeth said as she straightened up. She definitely liked being referred to as royalty and I sent Grover a look behind her back.

He rolled his eyes at me and Bianca had to cover her mouth with her hand to smother her giggles.

“The faster you get us there, the bigger a tip I give,” Annabeth continued. She smiled prettily at him, but her eyes flashed. “And I'd expect our privacy to be protected.”

“No questions,” the driver promised and instructed us to put on our seatbelts. The second we were buckled in, his foot was on the gas.

Despite buying the driver's silence, I tried to keep my explanation on what was happening pretty simple. Something important of our uncles was stolen and he thought one of our dad's did it, so we just had to prove that that wasn't true so he wouldn't start a big fight. Since their father was in LA, we were going to talk to him about it. Plus my mom was “visiting” him and I hadn't seen her in a while.

After walking through everything as best we could, I was sure the driver thought we were mafia children or something and was going to disappear with his very large tip the second we were out of his vehicle.

Considering he was silent the whole time and the speedometer didn't dip below ninety the whole way, I was sure Annabeth wouldn't skimp on it.

The amount of zeros she put in the tip would set him and the rest of his family up for life. When I raised an eyebrow at her, she shrugged.

“It's not like it's going to run out.” Before I could say anything else, she turned to look at Nico and Bianca. Something on their faces must have confused her because her eyebrows furrowed slightly and her thinking face appeared. “What is it?” While Nico was looking around in wonder, Bianca was staring distrustfully at the carnival rides lining the pier like she’d never seen some of them before. “It’s so…big.” She shook her head like a wet dog, her hair flying around her face and her beanie tilting dangerously on her head. “Never mind, let's just get this over with.”

It had been so long since I had been in the ocean, since I had been able to let go. I felt like parts of myself were disappearing the longer I was in the new world, with new gods, and only scarce memories of the past.

"Percy?" Annabeth asked. "What are you doing?"

I kept walking, up to my waist, then my chest. My mouth was too full of teeth to talk.

She called after me, "You know how polluted that water is? There are all kinds of toxic—"

That's when my head went under.

It took a second for my body to adjust back to I could sense the rolling texture of the bottom. I could make out sand-dollar colonies dotting the sandbars. I could even see the currents, warm and cold streams swirling together.

My scales stretched for the first time in what felt like years, breaking out from under my skin in layers and crawling steadily around my arms and legs like armor. My claws stretch out before me while my eyes provide enough light to see by…or for others to see by.

I felt something rub against my leg. Sliding along beside me was a five-foot-long mako shark. I reached down to pet it gently, careful not to hurt it, and smiled. They were such puppies, just sort of nibbling on things to figure out what they were. When I touched its dorsal fin, it bucked a little, as if inviting me to hold tighter. I grabbed the fin with both hands.

It took off, pulling me along. The shark carried me down into the darkness. It deposited me at the edge of the ocean proper, where the sandbank dropped off into a huge chasm. I knew if I stepped off, I would fall to the bottom and never come back. Down there the God King could not get to me, could not drag me into his wars.

I was pulled from my spiraling thoughts by something glimmering in the darkness below, growing bigger and brighter as it rose toward me. My stepmother called: "Percy Jackson." As she got closer, her shape became clearer. Her resemblance to my mother made a low whine rise in my throat, causing the stallion sized seahorse she was riding to knicker quietly.

She dismounted. The seahorse and the mako shark whisked off and started playing something that looked like tag. "You've come far, Percy Jackson. Well done."

I bowed to her, both as the wife of the god my father had become and as the Queen of the Seas. The third eldest of the Nereids. In the days of the transition, my father was her consort and did not rule the ocean. She had been royalty, a Queen, for longer than the god of the seas had existed. “Stepmother.”

She chuckled like I was a child who said something cute. “I will accept this title from you, though we both know I am not. It has been many years since a child of the Wanax has been born. We have watched you with great interest."

I always knew my father was watching me, or at least those of the sea. Women at the bottom of the sea weaving baskets and singing songs of old, monsters who simply watched. “And yet he has stayed away.”

"Do not judge him too harshly," she told me, though it was clear she approved. "He is forbidden to help you directly. The gods may not show such favoritism…and your mother has made it clear whose child you really are."

I grinned at the idea of someone as powerful as a god bending to the will of my mother, recognizing her power.

"But you do carry the blood of my friend, which is why I give you a warning, and a gift." She held out her hand. Three white pearls flashed in her palm. “You have gifts you have only begun to know. The oracles have foretold a great and terrible future for you, should you survive to manhood. Your father would not have you die before your time. Therefore take these, and when you are in need, smash a pearl at your feet."

"What will happen?"

"That," she said, "depends on the need. But remember: what belongs to the sea will always return to the sea."

"What about the warning?"

Her eyes flickered with green light. "Go with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all. Keep faith. Good luck, Percy Jackson." She leaned foreward suddenly and pressed a kiss to my forehead, a soft thing that left my skin tingling in the wake of her gesture. “We of the sea are behind you.”

I forced myself to remain still as she mounted her steed and drifted back towards the depths, knowing that if I moved before she was gone I would simply follow her.

When I got back from my talk with the goddess, my friends were waiting for me. Annabeth had bought some snacks and got cash to take the bus with to West Hollywood. I showed the driver the Underworld address slip I'd taken from Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium, but he'd never heard of DOA Recording Studios.

He eyed us for a moment and seemed to want to ask us what we were doing all alone, but there were more passengers behind us. We got off at the next stop.

The worst part of wandering around looking for the entrance was watching Bianca and Nico react to the city. The weirdest things kept catching their attention, like neon signs and chain restaurants. A few times I thought they were going to ask about something, but each time Bianca caught herself and put a hand on Nico’s shoulder to keep him quiet.

It made me think about how long they might have been in the casino. I really didn’t want to.

“Do you feel that pull?” Nico asked after our third loop around the same few blocks. “It’s like…”

“Mom, calling us in for dinner,” Bianca offered and her eyes turned misty as she turned a bit to the left. “I think we should go this way.”

Annabeth didn’t seem so sure, but Grover nodded quickly.

“What?” he asked when she gave him a look. “My hooves hurt, we’ve been walking for days.”

Even with our new underworld detection system worked out, it got dark, and hungry-looking characters started coming out on the streets to play. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a New Yorker. I don't scare easy. But L.A. had a totally different feel from New York. Back home, everything seemed close. It didn't matter how big the city was, you could get anywhere without getting lost. The street pattern and the subway made sense. There was a system to how things worked. A kid could be safe as long as he wasn't stupid.

L.A. wasn't like that. It was spread out, chaotic, hard to move around. It reminded me of the war goss new form. It wasn't enough for L.A. to be big; it had to prove it was big by being loud and strange and difficult to navigate, too.

A few people eyed us as we walked by, but one narrow eyed look from Bianca or a too sharp smile from me kept them all a reasonably safe distance away.

Eventually I was growing bored when I caught the scent of something dangerous. Burned salt and boiling sand. Rope. Monster.

“Lets go this way,” I suggest since we are already sort of wandering in the general direction of the smell. After a few minutes, Nico’s head snapped up with a loud crack! to look at me, but I simply brought a finger to my lips and winked.

Only one store on the block looked open, its windows glaring with neon. The sign above the door said something like CRSTUY'S WATRE BDE ALPACE.

"Crusty's Water Bed Palace?" Grover translated.

“I wonder why they’re open,” I wonder despite how much my skin itches from the feeling of rope burn winding around my chest. “Let’s check it out.”

“We need to keep moving, “Annabeth protested. “There’s nothing useful in there, at the vew least we could find a bodega.”

“What’s a bodega?”

Before Annabeth could stop me, too busy being distracted by Nico’s curiosity, I pushed my way inside the shop to look around. It wasn’t hard to find the owner, as he turned to look at me over his counter when the bell on the door started jingling.

He honestly looked like a raptor in a leisure suit. He was at least seven feet tall, with absolutely no hair. He had gray, leathery skin, thick-lidded eyes, and a cold, reptilian smile. He moved toward us slowly, but I got the feeling he could move fast if he needed to. “Hello, I’m Crusty.”

I resisted the urge to say, Yes, you are.

“What brings in a few kids like you lot to my store?”

I put on my best smile, the one that most kids at my old schools would look at and not flinch away from. The teachers always did, but it seemed it wasn’t an adult thing as Crusty didn’t seem to catch on. “Just wanted to see what was inside, you know? You have a lot of different water beds.” There was every kind of water bed you could imagine: different kinds of wood, different patterns of sheets; queen-size, king-size, emperor-of-the-universe-size.

Though his eyes twitched slightly, he didn’t seem to thrown off by my answer. "This is my most popular model." Crusty spread his hands proudly over a bed covered with black satin sheets, with built-in Lava Lamps on the headboard. The mattress vibrated, so it looked like oil-flavored Jell-O. "Million-hand massage," Crusty told us. "Go on, try it out. Shoot, take a nap. I don't care. No business today, any-way. And you kids look like you could a good rest.”

"Million-hand massage!" I pretended to cry, throwing out my arms to prevent Grover from diving in like it looked like he wanted to. I whirled around like I was going to throw myself backwards onto it, but uncapped Riptide as I spun and happily shoved it into the monster's belly. “We’ll try it after it’s safe tho.”

Crusty made a noise like a choked snarl, but the pressure on my sword dissolved and I knew he was dust.

“That went well.”

Annabeth recovered first and punched my shoulder hard enough to bruise. “You, Percy Jackson, are such a Seaweed Brain! Did you know he was a monster? Why did we even come in here? Gods, you’re annoying.”

“I think he’s cool!” Nico cut in cheekily.

Annabeth turned to glare at him slightly, making Bianca step between them.

I looked at the bulletin board behind Crusty's sales desk. There was an advertisement for Hermes Delivery Service, and another for the All-New Compendium of L.A. Area Monsters—"The only Monstrous Yellow Pages you'll ever need!" Under that, a bright orange flier for DOA Recording Studios, offering commissions for heroes' souls. "We are always looking for new talent!" DOA's address was right underneath with a map.

"Come on," I told my friends, turning around to cut their argument short. “I found a map!”

"Give us a minute," Grover complained, “you almost got us killed with that stunt!"

"Then you're ready for the Underworld," I said, knowing he wasn’t really all that mad at me. He was keeping Annabeth from punching me again at least. "It's only a block from here."

I was a bit surprised by the D.O.A Recording Studios looking like…well, an actual building. It fit right in with the rest of the block despite the fact that none of the mortals seemed to be able to look at it. Their heads would simply turn away or their eyes skip it.

The inside was an actual lobby, filled with hopefuls waiting for their turn. But instead of a record deal, it was a ferryman they were waiting for.

Χαρωπός was waiting for us when we opened the door. He looked like a normal man in an expensive suit at first glance, with a sloping forehead, wide nose and lips. His skin was a natural dark olive color. But his eyes gave him away. Instead of kohl, his eyes were lined in literal shadows that smoked around the edges of his hair. When he saw us come in, his skin became an almost translucent white.

“We would like a ride please,” I tell him with a smile that is too sharp to be friendly.

“Of course,” he whispers and his accent tinges on some of the words. He murmurs something under his breath, a set of glyphs forming in the smoke: 𓅱𓆑 𓄿𓃭𓃭 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓎼𓅱𓂧𓋴.

As our ride is called, we are forced to shoo away some of the ghosts who are starting to float into our personal space. They look at us curiously, like someone you think might have been a friend once upon a time but you can’t quite place their face.

My insides cry to watch them wander as they do, not yet welcomed into the below. Bianca grabs my hand and squeezes as we step into the elevator.

“How long will they be here?” Nico is watching the ghosts with unblinking eyes but the ghoul refuses to look at him, despite not being in his direct line of sight.

“A thousand years perhaps, or until someone pays their toll.” The ferryman fixed his suit sleeves before shuffling us all inside the elevator. “No one has drachma anymore, but we evolve with the times. Credit cards, cash.” He shrugged as we started our descent. “But not everyone dies with their wallet on them.”

“That’s…” Annabeth looks like she’s sucked on a lemon.

The ferryman turned to her with a face slowly revealing the truth underneath, a simple skeleton with shadow holding it together, seeping between the bones and giving a humanoid shape to the suit. “Death isn’t fair, sweetheart. It just is, and like their time to come down here, it will arrive for everyone eventually.”

Bianca growled lowly as she reached over to my backpack, ripping open the smallest pouch to pull out the drachmas from Crusty. “You will ferry as many souls as this will buy and then you will speak to our father about a new system. The Underworld accepts all of Death’s children, no matter their faith or wealth.”

Despite how the world seems to warp around her, molding under her feet and flexing towards her fingertips, all she got in response was a sigh. “Rules are rules, my lady. No matter what we may wish for.”

The world shifted around us again and for a second I was sure it was Bianca, before the currents lapped at the sides of our boat and I felt the extra set of eyes on us. The Underworld might be a god, but the river was as much a goddess as he was the realm. She lived in his world, but she did not abide by any rules she did not wish to.

The oldest Oceanid also housed all the broken dreams of the dead who crossed her waters, polluted with trash and half memories that she shared with the Lesmosyne. I hiss as I watch a doll float by us, its hair dripping in pitch and clothes stained black. Only the plastic is unaffected, unbroken. If given the chance, I would spend a lifetime clearing it.

Maybe my stepmother would make an introduction? They are sisters, afterall.

The beach we are left on is made of black shale, crunching beneath our feet into even tinier shards. The ferryman doesn’t say anything as he moves back across, though one set of eyes remains on us.

I didn’t have time to think about whose.

“Who knew it would be so…modern,” Annabeth said as she turned to look at the entrance, drawing the rest of us back to reality as we also moved to face it.

Whatever I expected, it was not this. The entrance to the Underworld looked like a cross between airport security and the Jersey Turnpike. There's an ATTENDANT ON DUTY line which doesn’t appear to move despite wrapping around the beach for miles.

“Those waiting to be judged,” Nico said, his eyes almost glowing with a golden sheen as he looked them over.

The line next to it was moving much faster and was labeled, EZ DEATH. It was easy to figure out it was for those among the dead who didn;t wish to be judged, and led straight to the Asphodel Fields. The land of nothing, neutrality.

I scrunch my nose in disgust.

“Where’s Kérberos?” Grover asked as he started sniffing around, his hooves shifting nervously on the rocky ground. “I can’t even smell him, but he has to be guarding the entrance, right?”

Bianca tilts her head just this side of too far as she gazes out at something the rest of us can’t see. “You aren’t close enough to death yet, he is shrouded in the mist.” Grover visibly gulps when she turns to look at him. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to see him soon enough.”

And with that ringing endorsement, we push forward.

Something that I have come to believe is that the women in my family are always right. Certainly my mother always was, even when she was wrong, and my stepmother seemed to be the same when I met her.

Bianca, though still just a kid, was keeping with that trend. The closer we got to the entrance, the more of its guardian we could see. A giant paw peeking through the mist, the sound of his growls carrying on wind that shouldn't exist.

Maybe it’s his breath, I thought and suddenly really wished I hadn’t.

Despite being connected to parts of my father’s realm, I was not of it as my cousins were and I had no guarantee of safety here. Perhaps if it were winter and my half-sister were on her throne…but it was the middle of summer and she was spending her time above with the mother who had been removed from her own throne.

And then all at once, he stood before us with dozens of eyes and a hundred rows of teeth, paws stationed on either side of the two lines while his body towered over them with enough room for even the tallest of spirits to walk underneath him, arms raised above their heads, without ever touching his belly. For a creature named ‘Spot’, he was lacking in any color aside from brown. The earth tones in his fur appeared only around his mouth and chest, the rest of his body only differentiated from the dark mist around him by how solid he is.

“He’s a Rottweiler!” Annabeth gasped, clearly warring with her innate urges to run and hide, and the bone deep instinct to immediately start petting him and calling him a good boy. Was I projecting? Maybe.

Bianca has no such reservations and almost skips over to him with her hands raised so he can sniff at them with two of his heads. Instead, ten of them immediately start giving her gentle licks and blocking a few of the others from doing the same, while the ones furthest away keep watching. “Whose a good boy? Doing such a good job protecting them, aren’t you!”

Two more heads joined the fight for her protection while five turned to look out at the rest of us with a hard stare.

With his sister clearly allowing puppy loves, Nico bolted before I could grab him and launched himself at one of the dogs legs to hug him. His arms didn’t go all the way around. “Hello! You are so cool!”

Instead of licking him like they did his sister, a few of the heads who had lost the fight for the right to Bianca started snuffling at him curiously like he had treats and they were trying to figure out where they were. The only reason he wasn’t stumbling from the force of the guardian’s breath was the fact that he was surrounded.

Grover shuffled forward slightly and opened his mouth to say something, but the rest of the heads who had been watching their surroundings snapped to glare at him and let out a mix of growls and barred teeth. “Um…he said…”

“That’s not nice,” Bianca chastised him and crossed her arms, almost mimicking my mother perfectly with her upturned chin and disappointed stare. The noises she made shouldn’t have been possible, but from the way the guardian immediately lied down and whined at her, it was effective.

Grover just stared at her in wonder, while Annabeth looked between them for a second before clearly coming to a decision.

She pulled a rubber ball out of her bag that I hadn’t seen her grab before and started to march forward with a determined expression that matched the one she had before Capture the Flag. “Do you want the ball? Do you want the ball?” She didn’t flinch as she stopped a few feet away from Bianca, her eyes never leaving the heads who had turned to look at her with interest. “No biting. Gentle.” Then she tossed the thing to one of the heads on the left side, which hadn’t had a chance to interact yet.

Apparently rubber balls were good enough that she was immediately treated to doggy kisses much like Bianca. Both girls started giggling and petting as many heads as they could reach, agreeing that they wished they had more hands.

I don’t think Annabeth saw the shadows that reached out from behind Bianca to rub even more of the beasts noses.

Nico bounded over to us despite clearly wanting to join in with his sister, and grabbed our hands. “Come on, he’ll let you through now that he knows you’re safe!”

“What do you mean us through? Are you not coming?” Annabeth asked uncertainly, eyes sweeping between the siblings.

They both glanced at each other before turning back to us and I already know what they are going to say. “He doesn’t get a chance to be payed with a lot. With so many dead to take care of, our…no one is able to visit him,” Bianca explained as she wrapped the shadows around herself gently.

“We’ll meet you back here, alright? And if something goes wrong, we’ll meet up outside. Do you remember how to send an iris message?” I can’t help but feel I’ll never see them again if we seperate, but I wouldn’t want to see my father for the first time like this either. I’m not even sure I would have wanted to meet him, given the chance.

With a plan to find each other again in place, I hugged both of them as tightly as I could. My ribs creaked against Bianca’s arms but she didn’t comment on my snuffly nose, so I figured we were even. Nico hugged all of us and bounced around the guardian’s heads happily.

“See you later! Addio!”

The walk through Asphodel Fields isn;t something I even want to remember. My brain almost forcefully ejected all memories of it as soon as we were free. All I could remember were black trees popping out of the ground in amost a grid pattern, something to break up the grass and schwelching mud under our feet.

The Fields of Punishment as they had come to be called were almost better, emphasis on the almost. They burn with rivers of lava and minefields and miles of barbed wire separating the different torture areas. Trees drooping with fruit a man is never allowed to eat, a rock rolling up a hill only to fall down again, a woman carrying body after body to the graves she has dug for them over and over again.

Annabeth and Grover refuse to look, and he almost looks like he’s going to throw up right there if we don’t get away from the screams.

It’s horrible how big many punishments there are, compared to the one bright spot in the distance. The land of Elysium, a lovely community gated against the rest of the realm, featuring beautiful houses from every period in history, Roman villas and medieval castles and Victorian mansions.

If the Fields of punishment were a city, the Fields of Asphodel a country, the land of heroes was a town. And within it, a glistening lake with water that revealed an endless bottom, and three islands. At most, there must have been a thousand people.

My half sister had made the land of heroes for those who did good in their lives, who strived to help others. But so, so many didn’t do enough. Or the bad canceled out the good. With the world the way it was, sometimes I wondered if simply being born in the wrong country automatically set you behind on the scales.

I shook myself free of my morbid thoughts as we finally caught sight of obsidian towers in the distance, reaching above the mist as a marker of the palace. “We’re almost there,” I whisper gratefully.

“You’ll jinx us,” Annabeth warned sharply but she too looked like she would rather face a god than stay in the fields a second longer.

Grover didn’t have time to respond before his shoes grew wings without his command and started dragging him forward. “Aaaaaahhhhh! Maia! Miaia!” he cried desperately, trying to sit up enough to kick them off.

In the second it takes to process what’s happening, we lose valuable distance. “Shit, Grover!” I call out as I start full on sprinting. If the ground reaches up to buoy by steps, if rocks move out of our way, no one has to know.

All I can see is his flailing arms reaching out for purchase that doesn’t appear. He flew not towards the palace, but towards the thickest part of the mist that was billowing out from a cave. He was too far away for either of us to grab.

Annabeth was keeping up with me apart through sheer force of will and I would have been terrified if I wasn't right next to her.

The cave widened into a huge chasm, a pit the size of a city block that felt wrong. The air tasted of sulfur and blood, and the ground beneath our feet shifted from earth to something else entirely. It felt like it was breathing.

Alive.

Grover slammed into a rock the size of his head, his grip on it barely enough to keep him in place. But the force must have knocked one of the sneakers loose as it wiggles free and dived directly down into the pit. He lost his grip, but he was moving much slower now.

I dived for his hand, not caring of the shale that embedded itself into my arms as I slid forward. His hand was in mine and that was all that mattered as I pulled the two of us back, snarling at something I couldn't see but knew was watching.

Annabeth landed on her knees next to us, slicing the shoelaces off with her knife. “Let's go,” she demanded as if she could feel what I felt. like it wasn't all in my head.

We started dragging a wheezing Grover away from the edge, his body limp in our hands as he tried to recover.

My backpack was made of lead, my tired muscles unable to hold it.

“We have to keep going. That pit…” Annabeth shuddered as she dragged us both forwards and away. “That's the entrance.”

Maybe she was picking up on my refusal to name things, to give them that power, but her words were enough all the same. The Primordial Prison.

As I realized what it was, a voice whispered a chant that followed us as we fled. The words seemed to wrap around our feet and curl around our ears, dragging us back the way we came. Back towards oblivion.

“Keep going,” I urged them as I brought out the only weapon I had, a weapon of the sea. Riptide gleamed even in the dark, and something about it must have made the thing pause as the whispering paused before changing faster. I slammed my feet harder into whatever was under our feet, trying to call forth something from it to protect my friends.

The pit inhaled just as I jumped for the entrance of the cave, the earth beneath me once more. I snarled as whatever was trying to pull us in roared.

We didn't move, didn't breathe for a minute, as it set in what we just escaped.

“Let's go,” Annabeth finally broke the silence, grabbing our hands. We walked away from Hell together.

The palace seemed to be carved from the very bedrock of the world, as if the entire thing was once one piece of stone that was molded into what it is now. Parts of recent belief peek through with scenes of gruesome deaths portrayed on every surface, from tapestries to gates.

Even Nestis’s garden was changed to reflect wealth, with flowers made of jewels covering the deadly plants beneath. The Queen seemed to have a sense of humor though as the center of her garden houses a stately pomegranate tree, its branches almost touching the ground with the weight of the plump fruit it housed.

I pulled Grover away quickly.

We found the Underworld sitting on his throne, waiting for us. He was the third god I'd met, but the first who really struck me as godlike. He was at least ten feet tall, for one thing, and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther.

But the part that stood out to me the most as godly was the body underneath his robes, formed of what appeared to be tar constantly flowing and dripping down to the floor. His face was only sort of human, with solid white eyes and razor teeth that shouldn’t have been able to fit into his mouth that crackled when he spoke.

“I am disappointed, Percy Jackson.” He tilts his head like Nico. “I thought you would have been smarter, after meeting your mother. A lovely woman, but perhaps blind to the truth of the child she attempted to raise.”

I have to hold back a hiss at the thought of my mother, her eyes wide and a silent scream on her face when she disappeared. I want her back so badly. But getting angry won’t fix anything, and if Hades wants to act like a man I will treat him like one. “I have not come to accuse you of theft, Uncle.” I ignore Annabeth tensing next to me. “I came to ask if you have any information on who the thief might have been.”

His laugh is bitter and sharp. “Don’t you know, nephew? You must have spoken when you retrieved the bolt from them.” His eyes shift from my face to over my shoulder. “Afterall, it’s in that bag you’ve so callously brought before me.”

Two things happen at once, in complete contradiction to each other. I froze in place as my mind caught on a single thought, the god of war handing me a stolen weapon and directing me to accuse another. I felt numb. Still. And yet at the same time, the ground started to shake dangerously as if roaring out in anger.

The Underworld didn’t seem upset that his body was being shaken. “I wonder, child, if you are so stupid as to be a thief, and then even more so to come before me with the evidence, or if you are only a pawn in someone else’s game.” He raises an arm to wave at something, while his hands remain on his throne. I do not have the thought to count his limbs. “Either way, I offer you a deal in respect of my brother.”

A figure sleepily stepped out of the dark, her eyes closed against tanned skin and freshly braided hair. My mother almost glided over to the throne, where she stood in a thick sweater I had never seen before and jeans.

The earth continued to shake and some of the stalactites broke from the ceiling to crash around us.

“If you retrieve my helm of darkness from the thief, either from your friend or chess master, I will return her, unharmed, once it is in my hands. Do you understand, Perseus?”

I snarled at his easy bartering of her as if I didn’t want to lunge into her arms and never leave. But my feet wouldn’t move.

Annabeth tugged on my hands, in the wrong direction. “Percy, we need to go. We’re going to be impaled if we stay any longer.”

“Go if you must, but leave the bolt.” His eyes never leave me, as if Annabeth and Grover do not exist. “It will be returned to its rightful owner.”

I snapped my teeth at him instead of speaking, unsure of what would come out if I tried. I pulled out the pearls my stepmother had given me, handing one to Annabeth and Grover each. Only to find that there was only one left, one for me.

“Percy! We have to go!”

“Guards!”

There isn’t time. I sent an apology to my mother. I turn to the entrance of the palace and hope that my cousins will make it out.

The pearl smashes at my feet in time with the others. I leave my family behind as the Underworld shakes from the force of my rage, and now Adesius’s.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #unhinged series #feral percy jackson #feral demigods #something this way comes #feral percy

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echo-stimmingrose · 1 year ago

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Hello, I’d like you to meet my Percy Jackson Oc. I only have two so far but I plan on making many more.

This is Chloe Firen.

I'll be posting about her girlfriend, Venus soon.

Some background on her: She grew up with her mother and occasionally her aunt, whom she never got along with. Her mother is bipolar and doesn’t take her medications making it hard for her to raise a child. Chloe managed to take care of herself and her mother until she was eight years old and her mother developed Capgras syndrome. Which basically means you believe imposters have replaced your loved ones. Convinced her mother hated her, Chloe packed a backpack and ran away in the middle of the night. Once she left her home she started being chased by monsters with no way to defend herself. She managed several nights running on her own, often sleeping in dark alleys or abandoned buildings.

One morning after successfully outsmarting and running from a hellhound, she woke to find a silver bow next to her with a quiver full of arrows. She quickly learned that she had a natural talent for archery. A couple days later she runs across two kids, about her age, trying to fight a monster she had yet to see. They were cornered, one was a girl with choppy black hair, and a blond-haired boy, a little older. She could tell they needed help so she drew her bow. Within a couple of shots, she took down the monster, surprising the two kids. She learned that their names were Luke and Thalia. Once they realized she was one of them and she didn’t have a home to go to, they insisted that she stay with them and explained to her that they were demigods.

For two years these three roamed the country until eventually, they came across a seven-year-old girl who also didn’t have a home, Annabeth. While Annabeth often looked up to Luke as a role model, Chloe looked up to Thalia and turned to her while in danger. The four were family, siblings. (She's ten at this point). Soon they were found by a satyr named Grover who told them they needed to come to camp. However, on the way back Chloe got separated from the group and they couldn’t find her. Thalia insisted that they keep looking but after finding her backpack, torn to shreds and covered in blood, they were forced to mourn her death.

Chloe however was alive, beaten up pretty badly. But alive. She remembered Grover's instructions on how to get to camp and followed them, hoping her family would be there too. With a dislocated shoulder, sprained ankle, and her bow she made it to the strawberry fields before passing out due to exhaustion. She woke up in the big house where Chiron explained to her where she was and what happened. She desperately asked for Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth but they had not made it yet. She was placed in cabin eleven and given a tour of the camp but she could not relax until her family made it.

The next day battle horns went off and the whole camp raced to the hill where Chloe found her siblings running from packs of monsters, more than she had ever seen in one place. Luke carried an unconscious Annabeth and dragged Grover, who looked like he had lost way too much blood to still be alive, over the hill. Thalia stood on the top, defending against the swarm of creatures. Chloe tried to run up the hill to help her but Luke held her back. She fought against his grip but she was still hurt and he was too strong. He held her, screaming “LET ME HELP HER!” as she watched her big sister make her last stand. It happened quickly but she remembers every little detail even years later.

A week later Camp Half-Blood was newly protected thanks to Thalia's sacrifice. Chloe was then claimed by her father, Apollo, during a campfire. She moved to cabin 8 and eventually befriended Lee Fletcher, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Pollux and Castor, the Stoll Twins, Chris Rodriguez, and Clarisse La Rue. She got along with everyone and even surprised people when she and Clarisse became close. Luke was still her older brother while Annabeth was her little sister whom she was very overprotective of. It took her about a month before she was able to approach Thalia's tree, when she did she broke down beside it. Afterward, she started visiting it at least once a day to “update” Thalia on what was going on. Luke and Annebth would visit with her as well but eventually, they stopped coming as much, but Chloe continued to talk to her every day, even if it was just to say hello. Archery was her favorite thing to do at camp and she wound up the best archer they had. Even beating out her older brother, Lee, though not by much.

That's all of her for now. There is so much more to her story and I am absolutely in love with it but it is far too much to put in one post. I tried to simplify this as much as possible but there's a lot and I didn’t want to leave anything out. This is just her from ages 8-10/11.

Her design is here cause Tumblr won't let me post the photos with this for some reason

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chasingpj · 3 years ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader

requested: yes!

warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!

category: headcanons, fluff

a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!

pre-relationship

you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while

your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first

you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often

you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you

he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end

if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck

how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?

she locked you guys in a storage closet :)

and said figure it out ♡

this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers

annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends

at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew

percy was just as annoyed

after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out

you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?

huh, who would have known?

apparently annabeth

you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had

turns out, percy wasn't that bad

you'd never admit that out loud though

after a while, you started to feel things

were percy's eyes always that pretty?

yes, they've always been

oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable

did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross

you tried to deny your attraction to him

you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)

then you started noticing changes in his behavior too

now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly

he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too

that's when you should have known he was down bad

both of you have awful sleep schedules

you hated sleeping in cabin 1

it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks

once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him

you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water

you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks

you either jumped or got eaten

the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice

he grabbed your hand and jumped in

his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys

at first, you didn't focus on it

too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing

he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water

"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself

you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown

you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater

after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes

the both of you became quiet

suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered

and you're not sure what you were thinking

actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him

like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss

ahhhhhh!!!

probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience

once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw

the news made it to atlantis pretty fast

after the kiss, things were so awkward

you avoided him for days, and he avoided you

annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other

the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along

you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared

eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened

you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water

annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter

you didn't understand why it was so funny at first

but then you did

the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all

the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion

your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated

you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass

at the end, you were both offered immortality

the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal

the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift

zeus was offended x2

after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood

the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle

you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence

weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss

it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him

you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again

you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while

the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it

after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time

you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him

you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot

it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."

cue your second kiss

your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much

and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies

relationship

you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend

you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often

for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins

you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts

you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day

you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes

for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms

everything was going great but then december came around

the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom

your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB

but when you got there, you found out he never arrived

you called his home from the payphone in the big house

sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you

but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days

meeting jason

you and annabeth tried everything to find him

then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe

you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed

but this blonde kid felt familiar

you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace

surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother

you were too young to remember his disappearance

the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia

you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing

you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from

it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother

the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward

you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother

you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail

you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest

you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough

both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia

the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler

jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it

thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies

so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd

and well, it didn't work...

thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars

you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you

he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine

after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station

jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt

"we're gonna get caught"

"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly

he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time

on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars

you were upset, to say the least

unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either

then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother

jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed

you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two

"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly

even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so

every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told

when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook

and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog

once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch

he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well

you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason

it was the funniest thing ever to you

every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag

you guys were more alike than you thought

it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win

in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason

your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature

after the argo II departed

you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months

you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter

your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd

after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you

you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him

just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his

"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."

the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again

after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship

you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you

the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning

if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem

you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from

at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet

so you did

they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in

little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation

jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do

and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp

the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives

"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles

"yeah, they are," jason agreed

needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys

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pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid · 3 years ago

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Wait wait wait! Mtf Hazel! Any head canons?

HOLY-

Why didn’t I think of this?

okay okay…Here we go:

She was born as James Laurent Levesque.

She later changed it to ‘Hazel’ because it was name of one of her favourite singers and also cuz it was her favourite flavour of cake.

Thing is that she knew she was in the wrong body at a very young age (7).

She would often wear her mom’s dresses (even tho they were too big to fit her) and makeup cuz she felt “true” in it.

She didn’t cut her hair and that’s when Marie started suspecting, Hazel had always been more soft spoken and polite. And would rather play with the girls than go around doing mischief with the boys.

Once Marie found out about it, she was furious at first and cut Hazel’s hair, but after a year-ish or so she stopped caring about it too much since she’s always wanted a daughter and it was easier to raise her as one.

So then she let Hazel be the way she wanted and even got her some girl clothes. (Or just sued the shorts into skirts). And they made sure to hide Hazel’s identity and even moved from the neighbourhood where she was known to be a boy.

Now about the school she goes to. She started school when she was 9. Since it’s canon most people stayed away from her, so she hid her secret well. Her voice was getting horse so she would often raise an octave of her voice, which wasn’t convincing enough. So that was her main concern so she stayed quite most of the time.

Pluto knew but he didn’t react. He didn’t want to scare her.

Now Sammy comes into the picture and she trusts him blindly. But this is the 40’s even a sweetheart as Sammy might freak out. Hazel didn’t want to take any chances.

Here comes Nico. She loves her brother but is scared of how he’s react since he too is from the 40’s. She’s very insecure and has no clue if the modern world is safe for her. Again she didn’t want to risk her relationship with Nico, so she stayed quiet.

In Camp Jupiter there were instances where she was almost outed. Her mortal enemy being the baths. She would secretly go there to relax during the nights. (Refer: Camp Jupiter Classified)

Now the Seven. Honestly she kept quiet until after the War ended. Then finally she asked Frank about people like her (tho it was indirect and said it was cuz of a friend in the past) so he told her about trans people and how they can transition. Hazel had never been so happy.

The first one she tells is Nico. She thought he be weirded out instead he just gets emotional cuz he’s super proud of his sister and comes out as well. She was quiet delighted. So Nico ended up talking to Will about Hazel’s transition.

Slowly, she came out to the others. At first they were shocked (mainly of the fact cuz they had no clue, and Hazel had a very trained voice).

Percy, Jason, Piper and Annabeth basically threw her a party and got her a bunch of presents.

Frank didn’t care about anything, He loved Hazel dearly and she was the prettiest girl in the world. She cried when he said that.

So on her 16th birthday she took her first dose of Hormones. And they had a small party held for her.

Now all the anxiety and insecurities she had bottles up, slowly faded once she realised how supportive and loving her friends were.

😭😭 This was cute✨💗

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moodymelanist · 3 years ago

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Hi! Love ya and your writing<3 if you feel you could maybe write something like this. Nesta is having her period and horrible day and she just want to go home. Then she and Cassian get in fight bc of something stupid (like Cassian has ate Nestas chocolate or smth) and then she just starts crying. So like angst, comfort and yeah🤭

hi nonnie! thank you so much for the kind words and for the lovely prompt!

I’m gonna combine this prompt with the ones below, I hope you all enjoy!! @bookish-isha @heron-lantsov

we’re making this a modern all human au but they live in Velaris 😌

also PJO spoiler for the last Olympian ahead (even though it came out in 2009). I was bullied into adding this by @julemmaes 🧎🏽‍♀️

Cassian had a bad feeling about how this day would go from the beginning, and his suspicions were proven correct by two thirty in the afternoon.

“Can we please just go home?” Nesta asked, her voice bordering on a whine.

It was an unseasonably warm October day, and he’d convinced her to go on a walk by the Sidra last night. She hadn’t really wanted to go this morning and had woken up crankier than she’d been in a while, but he’d pleaded with her because he didn’t want to sit inside on such a nice Saturday.

“We’ve only been out for fifteen minutes,” he replied. They were holding hands and he brought them to his face to place a kiss on the back of her palm. Her scowl lessened ever so slightly and he considered it a little victory.

“Five more minutes and then we’re turning around,” she said. “I feel like shit, Cassian. I don’t want to be out here.”

“You don’t feel well?” he asked. “Nes, you should’ve said something.”

“I’m saying something now,” she grumbled. His annoyance at her foul mood vanished and guilt swiftly replaced it; he didn’t want to enjoy the warm weather at the expense of her well-being. There would always be nice days but he only had one Nesta.

“Let’s go home, then,” he said. “Maybe you should lie down when we get back?”

“Now you’re just being a mother hen,” Nesta said.

“That is my job as your boyfriend, isn’t it?” Cassian replied cheekily.

They turned around and started walking back towards their apartment building as the sun glittered across the Sidra’s calm blue waters. He snuck glances at her every so often, noticed she looked more and more miserable, and resolved to make her as comfortable as possible when they got home. He wondered if she’d caught a cold or a flu or whether it was something else altogether. Maybe her period had come early, but he wasn’t going to be the sexist asshole who asked her that.

When they made it back to their apartment, he made her go lie down in their bed while he started assembling what he’d called the Get Better Kit. He put together a variety of medications, pulled the heating pad from the cabinet under their bathroom sink, and heated up a bowl of chicken noodle soup for her. He carefully placed it on a tray and brought everything into their bedroom, smiling when he saw her reading one of his favorite books as a kid.

Cassian gently placed the tray on the nightstand next to Nesta’s side of the bed. He took a peek at how much she had left and figured she only had a chapter or two until the end. “Did Luke die yet?”

“Luke dies?” she asked, looking up in alarm. He realized his mistake a second before she fixed those gray-blue eyes on him and started thinking about his escape options.

“No,” he said quickly. “I, um, misremembered. Luke doesn’t die. He, Percy, and Annabeth just have a, um… intense conversation?”

She looked like she was going to throw The Last Olympian at his head. “Are you fucking serious, Cassian? You convince me to read these books just to spoil the ending for me?”

“It was an accident!” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry, Nes, I really didn’t mean to.”

“We’ve been dating for three years, Cassian! You should know better!” Nesta fumed. She looked like she wanted to rip his head off, but instead she let out a little scream of frustration. “Ugh. Just leave me alone.”

Cassian couldn’t get out of there fast enough. He gently closed the door behind him and settled onto the couch, sighing as he raked his hands through his hair. His girlfriend was already in a terrible mood, he’d accidentally spoiled a book for her, and now she’d kicked him out of their room. Who knew when he’d be allowed back in.

He sat there for a few minutes before he decided to go out in search of some chocolate cake she loved so much. The bakery he usually got it from was just around the corner, so he was only gone for fifteen minutes, but when he came back in he heard the unmistakable sounds of crying.

“Sweetheart?” Cassian asked, knocking on the bedroom door. “Can I come in?”

She didn’t reply but the sounds of her crying got a little quieter. He decided to try a different tactic. “I bought you some chocolate cake.”

“You can come in,” she called out. He opened the door to reveal her sitting in the same spot that he’d left her in, her face a little red from crying.

“I’m really sorry,” he apologized again. He couldn’t help but feel guilty as he approached her side of the bed and sat down near her feet, making sure to gently place the box on the far side of the bed. “Here’s your cake.”

“I don’t want cake yet,” she said, sniffling. “I just want a hug.”

He moved so he was sitting next to her and wrapped his arms around her, gently pulling her into his chest. She sniffled again and he started stroking her hair. “I’m sorry, Nes. I really am.”

“I forgive you,” she said softly. She snuggled deeper into his chest and he felt relief spreading through him. “I’m sorry, I’m just having a shitty day. I think I’m about to get my period.”

“Everyone has shitty days. Don’t feel bad about it,” he replied. He leaned backwards onto the headboard so he wouldn’t put as much strain on his back. “But it’s nothing some cake and a good nap won’t fix, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Nesta said, her voice taking on that drowsy quality that he couldn’t help but find adorable. “A nap sounds good. You’re the best.”

Cassian didn’t reply, instead pressing a kiss to her forehead and continuing to run his fingers through her hair. She was out within a few minutes and softly snored against him while he thought about how lucky he was that she let him see her vulnerable side in the first place.

#acotar #Nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #nesta x cassian #period fic #anon asks #Nessian prompts

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queenangst · 3 years ago

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16 verklempt for percabeth. if ur willing and able to rip my heart out rn. love you ely

verklempt: completely and utterly overcome with emotion [read on ao3]

Annabeth never liked water.

It was kind of a bad punchline, considering she’d grown up right next to the ocean, but she didn’t. Dad tried to help her, of course. It was irrational. Silly, even.

Every time he took her to the pool she’d curl up in a chair trying to read. When they went to the beach Annabeth looked for interesting shells or fragments hidden in the sand, dreaming about what pieces of history she could find worn down and waiting for her. But she never liked the water, and could hardly be convinced to step foot in it.

The explanation she used to think was the book of ocean facts she’d read when she was four. Well, demanded to be read to her. An average of four thousand people drowned a year. There were plenty of unknown dangers to the sea. So on and so forth. Dad hadn’t wanted to read the rest, but she insisted.

The ocean was just too… much. Unpredictable and uncontrollable. Imagining herself in the deep waters, surrounded by the unknown all around her—Annabeth just didn’t like it.

By the time Annabeth turned seven, she found she didn’t like feeling too much, either. They were irrational. Overwhelming. Unpredictable and uncontrollable. Fear and fury boiled until she cracked open, and ran.

Later, she’d come to know, her dislike of water was probably because of the rivalry. And her dislike of feeling was probably because of home, or what used to be home.

“I don’t get it,” Annabeth said, seven and surly and small, too small to be left here alone. She curled up in a comfortable, padded chair, hiding her arms in the too-big sleeves of the bright orange shirt she’d been given.

Chiron smiled at her gently. “Do you know much about your mother and Poseidon?”

“Yes,” Annabeth answered before her brain could catch up. Of course she knew. It was there, somewhere. “Um… Athens. That’s why it’s named after her. Because A-Athena won the contest.”

The story she’d heard came back in bits and pieces, but Chiron filled in the rest for her. There were some inaccuracies as truth had turned to myth.

Annabeth blinked at the ground. Suddenly she felt her eyes burn.

Dad had told her that one. Instead of bedtime stories, Dad liked to recount myths—especially the ones about Athena. He must have known, and he’d never told her.

She gripped the arm of the chair tightly. He’d known. He’d known her mother was out there. Not just alive, but a goddess. He’d known Annabeth was a demigod. He’d known all the monsters and the spiders and everything were real and still—

“Here,” Chiron interrupted, and Annabeth had to unclench her fingers to take the warm cup of tea he offered her. “Are you alright?”

She drank so she didn’t have to talk to him. It was dumb. Chiron watched over her the way Dad didn’t, let her ask all sorts of questions, accompanied her as one of the youngest kids at camp. He told her stories, too.

“Fine,” she mumbled, because it was rude not to respond. She didn’t want to think about Dad, so she thought about Mom instead, and Poseidon. “So… since I’m… a daughter of Athena, I might be rivals with any of Poseidon’s children. But there aren’t any, right? That cabin’s empty.”

Chiron stroked his beard. “No,” he said finally. “Not that I know of. There shouldn’t be.”

“Shouldn’t?” she asked, but he shook his head at her. Annabeth huffed. “Fine.”

Chiron chuckled. “I don’t believe you would get along with them if you did meet one.”

“Then I hope I don’t. Will you tell me about the Oracle next?”

Percy was nothing like she imagined the most important person in her life would be. He was her ticket to a quest. He wasn’t much of a reader—didn’t like books—but had sharp eyes and could think fast. Luke said he was a natural with his sword. He drooled in his sleep.

He was quite possibly the most annoying person she’d ever met.

And… even though she wasn’t supposed to, she liked him.

“You don’t have to think of him as a potential enemy, you know,” Grover told her quietly, as the bus clunked hard over a bump. “Or a rival. I can tell you don’t like him that much, but… he’s a good guy. Just give him a chance.”

“This is me giving him a chance,” Annabeth told him, raising her chin.

“Alright, alright,” Grover said nervously, chewing on a can. “I just mean—you’re allowed to be friends with him, if you want.”

“I thought your empathy link was with Percy, not me,” she grumbled. Grover bumped her arm with his.

“I know a thing or two about feelings.”

“Whatever, Grover.”

Chiron was wrong, Annabeth decided. Sure, Percy pushed all her buttons. Sometimes she asked the gods why she had to be stuck with him, of all demigods.

But he had a good heart. He cared. They’d fought the Furies, and Medusa together. He’d saved her during the Thrill Ride o’ Love. When Annabeth tried to be angry at him she found it harder and harder to keep feeling that way.

Athena wouldn’t have liked Percy. Annabeth shouldn’t have. But—Percy was right, too. They could work together.

The truck was dark, damp, and maybe the furthest from any place Annabeth pictured as home as she’d ever been. She’d slept in worse places while on the run, and at least there was a roof and some hay as bedding underneath. And company.

Here in the dark it was harder to hold onto any sort of wall she’d built, or keep the lid on her thoughts.

“So if the gods fight,” Percy started.

Annabeth didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want to think about how their quest—the quest she’d dreamed of, the one where she could prove herself��was also meant to prevent a war between the gods. And unpredictable and uncontrollable as he was, Annabeth knew what he was going to ask.

“Will it end up like the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?”

She put her head down, pressing her cheek to the coarse fabric of the backpack. She didn’t want to think about that, either. It was possible. It was likely.

And Athena… her mom would expect Annabeth, like the rest of her siblings, to fight together.

She didn’t say it out loud, but she thought she knew what would happen. Athena would side with her father, Zeus, against her rival, Poseidon. Percy’s dad. And Athena would expect Annabeth to fight against Percy.

Annabeth didn’t want to say that. She didn’t want to fight Percy. And he’d started to remind her that she was more than what her mom wanted from her, too.

“I don’t know what my mom will do,” she lied finally, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at Percy while she said it. So she didn’t have to see Percy looking at her. “I just know I’ll fight next to you.”

“Why?”

He sounded so struck by the idea that Annabeth would choose him—so confused. Percy didn’t get it.

She felt it wash over her. It was terrifying, choosing Percy—and terrifyingly easy. It was like plunging into cold water after a lifetime of not daring to go near it. It was like feeling the ocean all around her, not knowing which way was up, throwing herself into the deep. Her lungs burned. Her throat closed like she was drowning.

But as soon as Annabeth said it she knew that was going to be it. If it ever came down to it, whatever happened, she’d fight next to Percy.

“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain,” she said finally. “Any more stupid questions?”

#love u bb #asks #my fanfic #pjo fanfic #percabeth #the most #THE MOST!!!!!!!!!!!

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kookie-doughs · 3 years ago

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything is now ruined.

Chapter 22: Then It Ended

As soon as we came, Annabeth ang Grover tackled me. We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls— Percy told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched him and told him to shut up. Percy being the son of Poseidon, he didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make his shroud. They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.

As I was still unclaimed, Hermes cabin had made me one. (Just... IDK go crazy with your shroud IG) It was fun to burn. As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, Percy and I was surrounded by my Hermes cabinmates, Annabeth's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past." The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive us for disgracing their dad. That was okay with me. Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brats didn't get themselves killed and now they'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...." Going back to the cabin I finally had time to talk to Luke. Who just expressed his relief of me being fine, and how he was scared when Annabeth told everyone about me. No wonder everyone was so shocked seeing me come back with Percy. On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors. As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks he'd started to look older, almost high-school age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human. "I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know." I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was my oldest friend. Annabeth and I gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on. I asked him where he was going to search first. "Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan ..." "We understand," Annabeth said. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?" "Yeah." "And you remembered your reed pipes?" "Jeez, Annabeth," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat." But he didn't really sound annoyed. He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway. "Well," he said, "wish me luck." He gave Annabeth and I another hug. He clapped Percy on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes. Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware. "Hey, Grover," Percy called. He turned at the edge of the woods. "Wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas." Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him. "We'll see him again," Annabeth said. July passed. I spent my daysplanning out strategies with Luke for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava. From time to time, Percy and I would walk past the Big House, he'd glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle.

I tried to convince him that its prophecy had come to completion. "You shall go west, and face the god who has turned." "Been there, done that—even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades." "You shall find what was stolen, and see it safe returned." "Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades." "You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." Percy recited. "Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed us. That must be what the Oracle meant.... Or maybe Nereid?"

"And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He sighed. "I had failed to save my mom and lost you..."

"So why are you still uneasy?" The last night of the summer session came all too quickly. The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads. Percy and I got our own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.

"This is so beautiful..." I smiled to Percy. "The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!" The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. Even Ares's cabin felt obliged to stand. Athena's cabin steered Annabeth to the front so she could share in the applause. I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year. * * * The next morning, Luke called me. He gave me a paper, telling me to fill it out, and asked me to meet him as soon as I could. I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear (WRONG NAME) , If you intend to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit. Have a nice day! Mr. D (Dionysus) Camp Director, Olympian Council #12 That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still don't know what to do. I had no where to go to. The only option I had was Percy's or maybe Hades was not joking about inviting me back to the Underworld. Sighing I decided to just meet Luke before filling it for second opinions. The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the Aphrodite kids haul their Gucci suitcases and makeup kits over the hill, where the camp's shuttle bus would be waiting to take them to the airport. I was walking around looking for Luke. I jumped when I felt someone tap me from behind. I instinctively unsheathed my knife and turned only to see Luke with his hands raised.

"Whoa! Calm down just me." He laughed.

"Kinda weird seeing someone laugh at a knife pointed at them." I smirked sheathing my knife.

"I only laugh since its you." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Are you done with everything?"

"Not really. I don't know whether to leave or not yet. That's why I came. Help me?" I asked him.

He turned to me and to the forest. "How about you hear me out about something... important and private... then decide?" He gestured towards the forest.

"Not planning on killing me are you?" I squinted at him.

He gasped. "Not you. Never. I would never hurt you."

I let him lead me to a shrouded area of the forest.

"How serious is this thing that you can't let anyone see? I am blindly trusting you here Luke." I laughed nervously. But when he didn't reply I felt something was off. "Luke, okay this isn't cool. How deep into the forest do we have to go?"

"Y/N remember when you said... You want to be the person I trust...? How you promised to help me?"

"Luke?" He took my hand and pulled me sharply. I winced at how hard he pulled me. "That hurts! Let me go!"

He snapped back and let go of my wrist. "I-I'm sorry... Y/N..."

As much as I knew I had to leave, I couldn't I was worried about him. I reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's happening?"

"I did it..." I said and sat on the ground. "I swear I didn't mean to get you hurt. But, I confess to everything. I stole bolt and helm, I summoned the hound, I gave Percy the cursed shoes... And just now, I tried to kill Percy Jackson." He looked at me with empty eyes.

I shot up and looked at him in emotions I couldn't put in words. "W-Wh---" I wanted to leave and check on Percy. But once again, seeing him right now... I need to stay with him. "Why are you telling me this...?"

"Join me... please?" his voice was weak. He sounded vulnerable. "Let's serve my Lord together..."

"L-Luke... no. I-I can't do that!" I took his shoulder, "Y-You should stay with me instead. How about that, huh? L-Let's explain to Chiron and the others... come on please. I could help you!"

Nothing was working.

"Come with me..." He muttered.

"Luke, I won't join you. You have to change your mind. You can't do this."

"I can't change my mind."

"I can help you with that? How about you go with me huh? I could spend all my time doing this and that. Please, just change your mind."

He didn't reply for a while until he whispered, "Promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"You'll stay with me."

"What? Luke I wo--"

"You won't join... Just...don't stay here for the year... and stay with me."

"I-If I stay with you... what would that mean?"

"Yo-You... might change my mind."

"I'll go." I replied with no hesitation. "I'll leave camp for the year. And I'll find my parent to prove to you that Gods and Goddess aren't all bad. We'll find my parent together."

"I do my lord's bidding--"

"You can still do it. If you want to. But whatever happens... stays only between us. I'll stay with you until I change your mind. And I'll bring you back to camp."

"I would never do anything to ruin your trust in me." He knelt down. It was kinda awkward but hey... "I need you."

Worry not hero. We shall stay.

"Please..."

We'll meet again. Wait for us, we shall join you soon. Now leave.

I had no idea what happened since when I came to Luke was gone and there was no sign of him anywhere. How were we going to st---

We will meet him once we leave. Now go as our hero needs us.

I suddenly remembered Percy's state that Luke had told me about. So I ran. I ran to the Big House

***

Percy finally opened his eyes. He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth and I sat next to Percy, I was holding his nectar glass and she was dabbing a washcloth on his forehead.

"Here we are again," Percy said. "You idiot," Annabeth said, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..." "Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit." He was sitting near the foot of the bed in human form. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved." "Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened." Between sips of nectar, he told them the story.

I bit my lip trying to keep what happened between Luke and I private. It was a risky move that would not be approved by anyone after all. The room was quiet for a long time. "I can't believe that Luke..." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. "Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest."

Percy was looking at me as if checking what was my reaction to his story. "This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once." "Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him." Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—" "Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!" "Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready." "Chiron... your prophecy from the Oracle... it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? Y/N? And Annabeth?" Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—" "You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?" His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..." Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows. "All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!" He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing." "We can't just sit back and do nothing," He said. "We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come." "Assuming I live that long." Chiron put his hand on Percy's ankle. "You'll have to trust me, Percy. You will live. But first you must decide your path for the coming year. I cannot tell you the right choice...." I got the feeling that he had a very definite opinion, and it was taking all his willpower not to advise me. "But you must decide whether to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, or return to the mortal world for seventh grade and be a summer camper. Think on that. When I get back from Olympus, you must tell me your decision." "I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you." He glanced at Annabeth. "Oh, and, my dear... whenever you're ready, they're here." "Who's here?" Percy asked. Nobody answered. Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time. Annabeth studied the floor. "What's wrong?" Percy asked her. "Nothing. I ... just took your advice about something. You ... um ... need anything?" "Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside." "Percy, that isn't a good idea." Percy slid his legs out of bed. Annabeth and I caught him before he could crumple to the floor.

I said, "I told you ..." "I'm fine," He insisted.

He managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on me. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance. By the time we reached the porch, his face was beaded with sweat. But we had managed to make it all the way to the railing. It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun. "What are you going to do?" Annabeth asked us. "I don't know." Percy replied. "I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I'm not sure that's what I want. I also don't want to leave you both with Clarisse only." Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy." He stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?" She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver. "I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided... we'd give it another try." "That took guts." She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least ... not without sending me an Iris-message? Both of you?" Percy managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."

"You already know my plans."

"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?" "Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."

She held out her hand. Percy shook it. She gave me a hug. "Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told Percy. "Keep your eyes open."

"You too, Wise Girl."

Then turned to me, "Good luck on your own quest Droopy."

"Of course Peabody." We watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world. "I made my decision." Percy said. "What's yours?"

"I'll be leaving camp... I'm going to look for my parent..." He looked at me in shock. "I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then."

"Alone?"

I smiled at him.

"Don't you want to stay with us? Mom said---"

"I want to find my parent. I need to. I'll be fine Percy."

I helped Percy to his cabin so he could pack and went to mine. To my surprise I see a middle-aged man with an athletic figure slim and fit with salt-and-pepper hair, and a very familiar sly grin. He had bags at his foot.

"Delivery for Y/N L/N."

"Uhm..."

"Hermes." He said.

I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Personally packed. As a thank you for what you're about to do." He smiled softly and handed me the bags.

"H-Huh...?"

"For helping Luke."

"I..."

Don't forget her mail!

Ooh! And tell her to bring us snacks next time we meet since it'll be often now!

No it wouldn't be often! She'll be with Luke!

"Both of you keep quiet." Pulling out a mail he handed it to me. "Luke... prayed to me telling me about your plan. He asked me to help you. I don't know what or why he did it. But I know he'll change thanks to you. So do guide him."

"Sorry you lost me at the talking air..." I blinked.

Hermes laughed and showed a caduceus. "It's just George and Martha."

"Hi?"

Hello!

"I just wanted to let you know. No god or goddess could see you. No matter how hard they tried. So your secrets.. are really secrets. Good luck on your travel."

Next time we meet you should have snacks.

Then he vanished.

Staring at the letter on my hand, I was stunned seeing it was from... my mom and dad.

Sweetie,

You've made quite a friend here.

-Mom and Dad.

I immediately knew where to look. I hurriedly took my bags not bothering to check the contents. I ran to Percy's cabin and helped him out so we could leave.

Percy got a cab and looked at me worriedly.

"I'll write you. Stay safe Arthur Curry." I ruffled his hair and watched him go.

I didn't know where to go so I just went to the first secluded area I saw.

"You have more stuffs than when you arrived." I heard someone behind me.

"You prayed to your dad. I hope he knows how to pack." I sighed turning to him. Turning around I barely made out Luke from the few days I last saw him. "You okay?"

"Do you know where to look first?"

Call upon our hound.

I whistled, I don't know why. But when I did, D/N came out of the blue. Luke looked at me and my dear dog, who was probably bigger than the hound he'd summon back then. "How do feel about L.A?" I said riding on D/N and making space behind me for Luke.

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marvelsdc22 · 3 years ago

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Can I have 21, 23, and 24 from I love you prompts with Percy x Annabeth x reader if you would pls.

Yesssssss, enjoy!

21. believing in you even when you couldn’t do it yourself

23. adjusting the pace they walk in so you can catch up

24. turning around to check on you constantly when they are walking in the front

It was your first time being out on a quest, you having been at the camp for two years, but you had never been a part of a quest since it never asked for your specifics, but now you were on a quest with none other than your boyfriend and girlfriend, the whole night before you were freaking out about it, saying you weren't going to do well and you'd only drag them down.

After a lot of convincing, and telling you that they believed in you and they trusted you, even if you didn't at the moment, you guys were walking down the docks outside of New York's city limits, the crowd being rather large due to there being a festival going on there, you walking behind Annabeth and Percy as they talked about the strategy they were going to use.

You were so busy focusing on keeping up with them since they were just enough taller than you that their leisure pace was a fast walk for you, that you didn't notice the idle glances back from Percy or the way that Annabeth would slow her pace every so often which would in turn make Percy slow his until they finally just fell back to your pace, causing you to be in the middle of them when the crowd got to the point they would lose you.

"I say we take a boat" Percy said, leaving Annabeth to give him a look "What?" He exclaimed, you finally focusing on their conversation enough to roll your eyes "That would be too slow, Seaweed Brain" Annabeth said, looking at him "We should find a car" she said, looking at you after she said that "Y/N, be the decider" she said, the three of you stopping as you fidgeted with your fingers "Well, both are good ideas, but both are time consuming... We could summon some Hippokampoi and get there quicker than both? You know, away from this crowd" you said, biting your lip when they just stared at you.

Feeling you had said the wrong thing, you opened your mouth to suggest one of theirs when Percy interrupted you "Why didn't I think of that?" He asked, looking at you and grinning as he threw his arm over your shoulder and kissed your cheek "Because you're a Seaweed Brain" Annabeth said, not being as touchy feely but she took your hand "Now, lets go somewhere less crowded and head out" she said, pulling the two of you along and you felt yourself become more relaxed... Maybe you could do this.

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annabethy · 4 years ago

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 13: princess

Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas Present” ,, percabeth. for that one anon

Percy can honestly say that he didn’t think this would end up happening.

When he had sent her a message, it had been done absentmindedly, fully expecting it to be ignored. He’s well aware that celebrities don’t respond to people like him, but it was Christmas, Estelle was on his last nerve, and he figured that he could at least try.

Somehow, all of that ends with him meeting up with a super hot Hollywood actress.

As Percy holds Estelle’s hand, who can’t stop bouncing excitedly, he thinks back to that moment. Estelle’s dramatic cry of meeting the princess in the live action remake of Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses had gotten to the point that he decided he was done and took things into his own hands.

It went something like him sending her, hey so my little sister is being annoying about the barbie movie and won’t shut up so can you come meet her so I can get a moment of peace?

When she responded, yeah sure when and where, he thinks he may have had a heart attack. It was surreal, setting up a mini meet and greet through instagram dms of all things, but it worked well enough because here he was, looking out for Annabeth.

“Where’s the princess!” Estelle demands, and Percy wants to bang his head into a wall. She’s practically screaming, and she’s pulling on his arm so arm that it may fall off.

“I don’t know,” he tells her.

“Find her.”

“Estelle. I don’t know where she is. Relax.”

“I want to see her now!” Estelle is only five years old so it’s understandable that she’s so annoying. Percy loves his baby sister dearly, but sometimes he questions why is mother had a baby so many years after him.

“The movie isn’t even that good. She wasn’t even a convincing princess.”

Estelle stomps. “Yes she is!”

Percy snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

It’s then that he feels hot breath on his ear, and he freezes, well aware that he’s just made a very dire mistake.

“Not a convincing princess?” someone whispers into his ear, a hint of humor in their voice. “You offend me.”

Percy whips around, and of course, there she is in all her glory.

He finds Annabeth Chase staring at him with eyes that look much more vibrant in person. She looks small and shy, and Percy thinks she would be the perfect person to hug in the cold.

He thinks she sure looks like a princess with the way her hair falls in old ringlets down her back, and her eyes shimmer in the sunlight. She’s not even dressed as a princess right now, but he could have been fooled.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Sure you didn’t.” Annabeth tightens her coat around herself, clearly cold, and she leans down to say hello to his sister. “You must be Estelle!”

Estelle gives her a wide grin, and Percy doesn’t think he’s ever seen her so happy before. “I am!”

“You look like a princess,” Annabeth tells her, bopping her on the nose gently. “You could be one of my sisters!”

Estelle’s eyes go wide. “You think so?”

“Of course I do, silly,” and wow, even her voice is elegant. Percy’s starting to think that maybe she really is a princess. He considers bowing to her.

“My brother says he’s your friend and that’s how he got you here,” she says, crossing her arms. Percy shoots his sister a look as she continues saying, “Is that true? My brother is a loser so I think he’s lying.”

“You don’t think your brother is cool?”

“Not to be friends with you,” Estelle says proudly.

“But I think he’s super cool! You’re super lucky to have him as a brother.”

Percy can see the change in Estelle’s demeanor having just got told that her brother is cool. Percy knows full and well that she’s about to suck up to him because her idol told her to, and that’s what children do. It makes him want to stick his tongue out at her as though saying told you so, and he would have if Annabeth wasn’t standing right there to see it.

“I’m kidding,” Estelle swears. “I play with him all the time,” which is a blatant lie.

When Estelle is no longer looking, Annabeth gives him a wink and mouths you’re welcome. Percy feels his face turn red because despite not loving the Barbie movie, he’s still all over everything else she’s been in, which is a lot. She’s practically royalty, and she’s talking to him. He’s breathing the same air as her.

At some point, they migrate over to a set of chairs outside the park they’re in. It’s pretty cold with the snow falling around them, but Estelle is vibrating with excitement to the point that he wouldn’t be surprised if she generated her own heat. Percy sits to the side, letting his sister have her moment. As entranced as he feels by the celebrity sitting in front of him, he knows that he probably shouldn’t show it, risking further teasing from both parties.

Annabeth’s super kind, he learns quickly. She laughs with her whole being and brightens up the room with her smile. She tells amazing stories about the fantasy, and Estelle listens intently. She’s so young that she doesn’t entirely realize that she’s not a real princess, and it warms Percy’s heart.

(And from the look Annabeth gives him, it warms hers too.)

It feels like hours that they’re sitting there before Percy decides they’ve had enough. As pleasant as Annabeth’s been for his sanity, he knows she’s probably getting tired herself.

“I think it’s time to say goodbye, Stella.”

And, of course, this cues the meltdown.

“No.”

Percy sighs. “We need to go home soon.”

“I don’t want to.”

Percy’s temper is beginning to shorten again, and he can tense the temper tantrum that’s about to occur. It’s just a question of which sibling is going to start it at this point.

“We can’t leave Princess Genevieve here without a way to get home!”

Percy almost laughs in his little sister’s face because Annabeth is not a Genevieve by any means. Genevieve is a ridiculous name for a princess anyways. Annabeth is much nicer for a princess. “I’m sure Princess Genevieve has her own ride home.”

“This is why you don’t have a girlfriend!” Estelle loudly blurts. “You never offer girls rides home!”

Annabeth chokes on air, and Percy considers jumping into the Hudson river and swimming away.

“I don’t want a girlfriend anyways, so good,” he says, tugging her hand into his.

“If you were a nice person, then maybe Princess Genevieve would’ve been your girlfriend.”

“They don’t date peasants like us. Come on.”

“Can we please take her home?” Estelle asks.

Percy sighs, dropping her hand. “Ask her yourself.”

He genuinely expects Annabeth to say no, so when his sister walks right on up to Annabeth and stares up at her, he is blatantly shocked as she says, “I would love to.”

It becomes very obvious that Percy ends up losing the fight against a five-year-old as he’s driving the car with Annabeth in the passenger seat and Estelle in her car seat in the back. Estelle’s continuously asking questions, and Percy is somewhat mortified because as time went on, Estelle gets more and more daring with what she asks.

Everything is mainly along the lines of having a boyfriend and pointed coughs in Percy’s direction. Each time, Annabeth would give him a knowing smile and he’d do everything to look anywhere but at her.

Percy can’t be thankful enough when they make it to his mom’s apartment, and he gets to kick Estelle out of the car. She gives a heartfelt goodbye to Annabeth and a glare at Percy before she’s out the door. It leaves him and Annabeth alone in the car, a silence settling between them.

They’ve been together for at least a couple of hours, but they haven’t truly interacted until now, so he’s at a loss as to what to do. It’s as though he’s blacked out during the last few hours, and maybe even the last few weeks, because last he remembers, he was just sitting on the couch doing nothing, and now Annabeth Chase is sitting in his car, looking at him expectantly.

Finally, she says, “Are you going to look at me, or…”

Percy turns his head like a deer in headlights. “I’m sorry.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I might. This is kind of weird.”

“What is?”

“Having you in my car.”

“Why?”

“You’re a celebrity.”

She smirks at him. “Do I intimidate you?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Well, don’t be intimidated.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re very famous. I will be intimidated, and you will let me be.”

“I mean, I get that, but there’s really no reason to be intimidated. The other day, I walked past a mirror and actually got excited to meet a celebrity.”

“What? You just forgot your own identity?”

She smiles. “Something like that.”

Percy laughs, slightly more at ease. He’s at least able to look her in the eyes now. She looks back at him and leans against the seat with her shoulder.

“Percy,” she teases. “You can talk to me.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes fondly. “Do you know why I’m here?”

“For my sister.”

“It wasn’t really for her.”

Percy frowns, confused. “But you said…”

“I know what I said. The reason I even opened the message wasn’t because of her, though.”

Percy bites his lower lip nervously because the mood in the car has suddenly changed, and he’s certain he doesn’t have tinted windows.

“I opened it because I thought you were hot.”

Percy blinks, a beat passes, and then he bursts out laughing. “You thought I was hot!?”

“You are! I thought maybe it would be fun!”

“You live in LA with a ton of super rich and famous people, and you come after me? The guy that can barely afford his own apartment?” “I mean… it doesn’t really matter if you can’t afford it because I can. But that’s only if, like, this actually goes anywhere.”

“Are you always this forward?”

“Absolutely not, but you couldn’t even look me in the eyes, and I have to leave soon.”

“So you’re saying you want to, what? Marry me?”

“Exactly,” she deadpans.

“Woah, baby, I hardly know you! How could I marry you!”

“Hilarious.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

“My point is,” she says pointedly, “I like you and would want to see you again. Without a child there.”

Percy’s brain is going bonkers right now because Annabeth Chase just asked him out. It’s even crazier because he’s thinking of saying yes. He tries to withstand, because he knows that he’ll never fit in with everything she’s surrounded by, but something tells him that she won’t mind, so he gives in.

“Fine,” he says playfully. “I guess I’ll take you on a date.”

“Oh shut up. I’ve been around Estelle all day telling me about how much her brother wants me to date him.”

“I didn’t say that, but to be fair, she’s not wrong.”

Annabeth shoots him a surprised look. “You’re not as shy as I thought.”

“Neither are you,” he counters, and it’s true. Annabeth has been making the first moves, and it’s different than what he usually sees. The thing is, he can tell this is exactly the way Annabeth is, and he’s determined to switch things up for her.

“Hey princess,” he says. “I feel like there should be a true love’s kiss before people go on a date, don’t you think?”

“Is that what this is? True love?”

“Isn’t it? You live in a fairytale.”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out, then.”

Percy pouts and whispers, “Bummer,” and then he’s pulling her in for a sweet kiss. It’s not at all him, and he’s sure this is no longer at all her either, but it feels right to both of them. Then, Annabeth bites his bottom lip, lets out a breathtaking whimper, and Percy deepens the kiss.

“These windows aren’t tinted,” Percy jokingly breathes out against her when she unbuckles her seatbelt.

“That’s okay,” she replies, smiling into the kiss. “I’m not one to be shy.”

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solange-lol · 4 years ago

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"why don't we be friends (why don't we make out)" - (1/1)

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There are very few people that Nico forgets about. At least, as far as the people that have stuck around with him for most of his life.

He’s known Percy and Annabeth since they were young, remembering watching the two of them chase each other around the schoolyard and purposefully try and get desks right next to each other before they were inevitably separated by alphabetical last name seating. He remembers trying to convince Piper to do his french project and Jason sitting in the halls with him outside of the music room when they wouldn’t want to go outside for recess in middle school. He can still hear the alarm when Leo accidentally knocked over a bunsen burner in their sophomore year chemistry class, and the feeling of paint on his skin when Hazel tripped and sent half of her palette onto him in their art class.

Nico can even recall moments with the people he was never particularly close to, like when Rachel told him she loved him backstage of their winter concert after only having known him for five minutes (in a very lesbian/gay solidarity way, of course), or when Grover spent an entire hour hiding out in their school library to get away from their math sub.

It’s strange now, looking across such a large circle of people piled into Jason and Thalia’s house. They’re all people from his grade (or class , he supposes, now that they’re officially graduated), Each one of them, Nico can remember at least one conversation he’s had with them, one story he’s passed into his closer friend group that is laughed over and then inevitably moved on from.

It was supposed to be a big party celebrating all their friendships throughout the years.

Ironically, so many people that had such little impact on him, in retrospect.

Which is why it comes as a surprise to him when he sees a flash of blonde curls and freckled skin among the sea of people. He’s hit with what feels like a wall of memories of the two of them, laying in the same bed trading quiet secrets, and walks to the store to get an inhumane amount of candy that they can go share at the pier. Images of blue eyes, warm hands in his, and the sound of stifled laughter at midnight feel all too familiar. Nico is stuck on them.

He hasn’t seen Will in years.

It wasn’t exactly his choice. It wasn’t either of theirs, really. They had gone to middle school together, and from the ages of 10 to 14, Will knew the most about him.

And then their middle school graduation came and went, and Will left for a boarding school. Nico remembers, vaguely, Will asking him to come with them.

“They offer more classes, and there are more opportunities for help,” they had said, or something along the lines of it. “And we could be roommates.”

Part of him wanted to. All of him almost went. But it was the same year he lost his sister, and while moving to another state for school sounded like a fantastic way to avoid all his trauma, he had to stay with his family. Not that his father would have stopped him, but Nico knew he couldn’t go. Not yet.

So he stayed, and Will left, and it all worked out fine. They texted every other day, facetimed once or twice a month when their schedules lined up. Will came home for Christmas that year, telling stories about the other kids on their floor and their girlfriend. Then, when he came home for that summer, about their boyfriend.

Nico would listen, then catch Will up about what was going on at his public school. He had gone out on a date with one boy which was nice but didn’t turn into anything, and Will told him he would find someone eventually. They took trips to the mall together instead of the pier, mostly just to get milkshakes and have a place to walk around.

One morning, Will convinced him to bike to the beach in the morning to see the sunrise. The sky ended up being too cloudy, but they still sat together on the empty lifeguard chair, swapped sweatshirts and bagels with cream cheese, and talking about summer jobs and college.

Then Will left for their sophomore year, and school caught up to both of them and whatever kept them going was lost. The most Nico talked to them was through the occasional Snapchat sent to each other or on a group facetime

The last time Nico had called Will alone, it was in a panic to ask advice on how to break up with the boy he was dating at the time because he realized that relationships weren’t really his thing, at least not yet. Will had sat quietly, giving him occasional advice, and mostly just comforted him.

And that was it.

Nico had gotten a new phone later that year, and all their call logs and long text threads were lost into the depths of his phone memory.

It was bittersweet, in all honesty, and pretty painless for the most part. Maybe it’s because Nico never really forgot about Will. There was never any clear ending; no hard feelings between the two of them. He still sees their posts on social media, sees their mom in the store on occasion. He remembers passing Will at their local fair when they came home again for the summer of their junior year with their boyfriend that they were still dating, and then later again the next when he noticed that all posts had been removed from their Instagram including the ones with said boyfriend and nothing but will - they/them in their bio.

He wondered, briefly, where Will had gone when he didn’t even see him in passing over the following summer. Was he still going to the boarding school? Had his family moved out of the state entirely?

It never felt like a friendship breakup. It was clear now, though.

Nico wonders at which point it became one. He didn’t mean to stare at Will as long as he did. Everything had just come washing over him at once, and he was frozen in place staring at the person Nico had once called his best friend.

He doesn’t even realize he was staring until Will looks back. Their blue eyes meet his brown ones, and reality sets back in. The loud music he had drowned out in his daydream came filtering back through his ears, and he stumbles as people shove past him towards the kitchen. Still, his gaze locks on Will.

Neither of them makes a move towards each other at first.

Then, a moment later, Will is right next to him.

“Hey,” they say it slowly, almost like they were testing the waters, like they knew how long it had been since they had spoken.

Nico doesn’t know what to say. His first instinct was to hug them.

He withstands it, though, instead grabbing onto their wrist and pulling them past the crowd of people and into one of the rooms off of the main hall, which was miraculously empty. He can still hear the pounding music, but it was a little bit quieter with the door closed. Quiet enough that he can think again.

“Uh, hi,” Will tries again, and god, their smile never changed.

“Sorry,” Nico says once he realized he had just seemingly dragged them into a secondary location with no explanation. “It was just… loud. Out there.”

“I get it,” Will says, sitting down on the couch pushed onto the far wall and looking back up at Nico. They were wearing a pinkish-orange button-up Hawaiian shirt that looked straight out of their dad’s closet (Nico would know, he’s seen it before) that was half-tucked into mid-rise light wash jeans that were cuffed just enough that you could see a glimpse of where their socks met their Converse. Yellow, possibly the same pair they had bought at the mall two years prior when Nico was there.

They got taller, he thinks vaguely. Nico had too, but Will still has at least half a foot on him.

“So, what’s up?”

“Not much, I guess,” he shrugs, twisting his ring. “I mean, I graduated. I assume you did too.”

Will nods. “I did. Lou Ellen invited me as her plus one. You know her, right? Friends with Rachel.”

Nico nods. Shoulder length, cloud-like hair that was a different color every other week. Wore lots of random thrifted t-shirts over big pants. Loud personality, even louder voice. Band kid. Friends with Cecil; her good grades probably being the only reason he hasn’t been kicked out of the school yet. Once debated the legitimacy of gender binaries with him in an English class.

“Sorry for, like, staring at you before,” he says. “It’s been a while.”

They nod again. “All good. I was staring at you before anyway.”

“You were?”

“Yeah,” Will shrugs. “You’re easy to look at.”

Then, a moment later, “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah. You’ve changed a bit.”

“Have I?” They ask. “I think just my look, maybe. I’m still just as obnoxious.”

Nico snorts. It’s comforting to know they could just slip back into it like this. Like no time had ever passed, and Nico is back in their bedroom creating each other in The Sims.

“Are you still dating Connor?” Nico asks, vaguely remembering the last conversation they had.

“Nah, we broke up last winter.”

“Any reason?”

Will squints a bit like they’re curious why Nico’s asking. It makes Nico blush, immediately regretting saying anything.

“Dunno. We just grew apart,” they say. Then, “Sounds kinda familiar, doesn’t it?” followed by a laugh.

“I didn’t mean to stop talking to you,” Nico says quickly because he didn’t. There are days where he sees Will’s Instagram story or a tweet and knows that even though he could still comment, it wouldn’t quite be the same.

“Life got busy,” Will says. “It happens”

“I didn’t want it to. Not to us.”

“So let's restart.”

Nico blinks. “Just… start over our entire friendship?”

“No, just pick up where we left off.”

“Just like nothing happened?” he asks, sitting down on the couch next to them.

“Just like nothing happened,” Will affirms.

They’re both quiet for a moment, then—

“Do you remember what you told me when you first came out as bisexual to me?”

It was in the basement of Will’s house. Nico had come out as gay a few weeks prior, and when he was talking about the boy he liked, they just casually mentioned it. Being with Will like this again reminded him of something they had said, and something he later found out.

“I think I just, like… told you, right?” Will smiles. “And I said you were a big part of helping me figure out.”

“Yeah. I always thought you meant because I had already come out,” Nico said. “It wasn’t until, like, last year that Piper mentioned you meant that because you liked me.”

Will laughed again. “I figured you didn’t. You were always talking about what bad of a couple we would make.”

“Yeah,” Nico said, and his heart picked up pace as his knee knocked against Will’s by accident. Neither of them moved. “I actually had a massive crush on you for a while. I think I just said that because I wanted to try and get over it, so I wanted you to indirectly reject me.”

“Did you ever get over it?”

Nico laughs. “Not really. But I moved on.”

He notices Will shift closer, notices how their hands are now on top of each other and their legs are fully pressed together.

“Same,” Will says, moving their head closer to Nico’s until their foreheads are pressed together and their breaths mingle. They look at him for any sign to stop, and Nico doesn’t move.

“Good thing we’re starting over then, right?” they continue, practically a breath of a whisper before their lips connect, and god Nico did not think this was where his night was going but no way in hell was he about to stop it. (He’s not sober enough to care, anyway, and seemingly neither is Will judging by the strong scent smell of weed coming off of his shirt.)

Their hands laced together, subconsciously, almost like muscle memory from all the days walking hand in hand down the dock. (Nico wonders if his younger self was ever trying to tell his mind something.) Nico’s other hand comes up to rest on warm skin, brushing Will’s cheek with his thumb like he’s trying to wipe the freckles off.

Will wraps one arm around Nico’s waist, pulling him closer until he eventually just shifts so he’s in their lap. Will certainly doesn’t complain, only tilting their head to deepen the kiss and breaking apart their hands so they can run one hand through Nico’s hair.

They have to break apart after a moment, and Nico can help it when he laughs.

“Guess we were a little dumb when we were younger, huh?”

Will’s breathing heavy, but Nico doesn’t miss the familiar playful glint in their eye. “I don’t know what you mean. You’re still an idiot,” they say, pressing a kiss to the underside of Nico’s jaw, and another one right next to his ear.

He wonders if Will has thought about doing this the same way Nico has.

“Says you,” Nico says. “You were far more oblivious than I was.”

“I’m not the one who said we would make a bad couple,” they remind Will.

“Yeah?” he says, then leans back in to kiss Will again. Their mouths slot together, and god, they’re an even better kisser than Nico ever thought they could be. Something in his mind tells him maybe it’s not relationships he didn’t like, maybe he just knew it wasn’t the right person.

Perhaps Will’s that person he was always looking for.

Nico leans back, just barely so he can mumble “Lucky for you, I’m willing to test that theory,” against Will’s lips just before they pull him in once more.

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