#Percy's Predicament

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[okurrroye]

The wait for percabeth to finally happen is going to be excruciating and I might as well kill myself now because I can’t wait that long

[raepritewrites]

Me, realizing there are new fans who've never read the books now watching tv!pjo and have no clue what's in store: I could tell them everything

Also me: I can't ruin it for them!

Also, also me: ...unless?

[pain-is-too-tired]

Some silly doodles for my Royal au

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me n percy r soulmates, we both have drooling problems, it’s real he’s in my bed rn

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“hypocrite!”

this is the first word you hear as your eyes flutter open. early morning sunlight illuminates the room, shining through the curtains.

you squint your eyes and whine, nuzzling your head into the pillow. until percy (gently) flips you onto your back. you frown and extend your arms to hit him with your eyes still closed. he catches your wrist and kisses it.

“perce…” your voice is groggy from sleep. “what time���?”

“sit up.”

you whine again but oblige, sitting up. you open your eyes and avert your gaze to percy. he shows you a large patch of wetness on the pillow.

“you drooled all over my pillow.”

“so?”

percy looks near surprised. “so, you’re a hypocrite!”

“I’m going back to sleep.” you roll your eyes and flop back down on the bed, pulling the blankets over your shoulder and comfying yourself back in the bed.

“so you’re ignoring the fact that you’re a hypocrite?

“stopppp…” you roll underneath the pillow and shove it over your head to drown out his voice.

in response, percy takes the pillow from your hold and pulls your frame into him. “c’mere, sweet girl.”

you begin to fake cry. he rubs your back and ignores this. “it’s okay, sweet girl. we’ll drool together.”

reality hits you. you sit up and push him away from you. “fuck you.”

“you wanna?”

you groan and making an angry grabbing motion with your hands, before using them to tug his hair. he laughs in response to your violence. you suppose, by now, he’s used to it.

you remove your hands and cross them over your chest, laying down, back facing percy. his arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back into him, his chin resting on his shoulder.

he kisses your shoulder. you sigh and turn back around to face him.

“hi, sweet girl.”

you throw him an unamused look. “I don’t find you funny.”

“but you find me extremely sexy, right?”

it appears you’ve come to find yourself in a predicament here.

your expression remains stoic. “no.”

[lydiasfalling]

SWEET CREATURE !

percy jackson x aphrodite! reader

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˗ˋˏ warnings : use of y/n, nothing else really ˎˊ-

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happy valentine’s day everyone! hope you guys enjoy this. could possibly make this a series if it’s liked enough. love ya!!!

walking around camp half blood at this time of year seemed to mock you. the fellow aphrodite’s kids seemed to be focused on finding a valentine. now, dot get it twisted. you wanted a valentine. bad. the only problem with this was, well, your intense and completely obvious crush on percy jackson. something about his confidence and charismatic aura drew you in and ruined you for anyone and everyone else.

there was another problem with this. percy jackson happened to be your best friend. you had tried everything to get these feelings to go away. dating other camp members, having different flings, setting percy up with other people, and tartarus, you even had people give you love potions. nothing worked. it was getting unbearable for everyone surrounding the two of you. in particular, annabeth and grover seemed the most annoyed.

the pair had also tried to help you guys understand how perfect you two would be together. however, you and him both refused any sort of insinuation of romance. it’s not that you didn’t want to be with him. quite the opposite, actually. you just didn’t see the point of wasting your friendship by risking him not feeling the same way. keeping him close as a friend was better than loosing him.

infact, you had encouraged him to ask another camp member out. this led you to your current predicament, watching him as he walked with kailey ( a girl from cabin five ). this had been his choice—he insisted she was ‘interesting enough’. you could see by the look on his face that he didn’t truly enjoy her company all that much.

“ya know, this could all be avoided if you just told him how you feel.” annabeth said from next to you, throwing a pointed look in your direction. you chose to ignore the sarcastic tone of her voice as she spoke.

“how i feel? i feel like he’s my best friend and i can’t jeopardize that. they look to be having fun.” the second sentence came out as if you were trying to convince yourself as well.

as if the universe wanted to mock you more, percy and kailey made their way over to you. annabeth looked at you, praying that you noticed the bored look on percy’s face. you gave her a look as to say ‘stop it’ before turning to shoot a smile in the direction of the approaching pair. kailey seemed to have a permanent scowl on her face while percy’s expression shifted upon seeing you. his uninterested features changed to those of contentment when your smile entered his vision.

“hey, y/n!” percy’s pace increased the closer he got to you, leaving kailey slightly behind him.

“hey, perce. kailey.” you nodded in her direction, warranting an eye-roll from the girl. “what’re you guys up to?”

“just, ya know. walking around. sat at the dock for a little bit.” percy responded. him and kailey stood an unusual distance away from eachother.

“percy, im gonna go. come fine me when you’re done with. . . this.” kailey rolled her eyes for what seemed like tenth time in the short period that she stood there. she brushed his arm slightly before turning and walking away.

“well isn’t she just a ray of sunshine.” annabeth snorted, laughing slightly.

percy agreed quickly, “she’s. . . something. that’s for sure.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“not feeling it?” you asked. he shook his head no, moving to sit next to you. his arm quickly fell over your shoulders.

this made annabeth abruptly stand up. “well, as much as i would love so stay and chat, i have shit to do. see you two later?”

“mhm. later!” percy said.

“bye, annie!” you added. as the girl walked away, you turned in percy’s direction. “is she really that terrible?” you asked.

“she’s . . . okay, i guess. not really my type.” his arm fell from your shoulders, hand moving to hold your own instead. this was something percy had developed on the numerous quests you two had gone on together. his need for physical closeness was something that many found annoying, but you found endearing.

“oh yeah? and what might your type be classified as?” you laughed.

“oh, ya know. i like a girl who’s smart, kind, funny, caring. all the usual things. i also like a girl who sets me up on dates with other people because she doesn’t realize i’m hopelessly in love with her. that’s my ideal woman.” he shrugged as if it were nothing.

your jaw had officially found the floor. “i—i’m sorry. . . what?” you were sure you had heard him wrong.

“you know what i said, y/n.” percy’s face turned serious as he turned his entire boy towards you.

“do i? because it sounds a lot like a confession.” you tried to lighten the situation, laughing slightly before halting.

“y/n, you’re making this extremely hard for me.” percy’s face had begun to turn a shade of crimson.

“how so?” you kept a serious face, struggling not to crack a smile.

“y/n. . . i’m completely and utterly in love with you. the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you laugh again because, dam, i love that sound, the way you twirl the strand of hair by your ear when you’re nervous, the way you stick your tongue out slightly when you’re focused. i love the way that you talk about your niche interests and the way that you always put up with my bullshit. i love how deeply you care about everyone, even the people who don’t deserve it. i love the contentment in your eyes when we’re sitting at the beach. i love you because you’re you, and that’s the best person you can be.” percy didn’t once break eye contact through his speech.

it was official. this was the first time in your like that you had been rendered completely speechless. your palms became sweaty and your heart was racing. being a child of aphrodite normally meant you reacted better to love situations. this didn’t help you much now, though. instead, the only thing you could think of doing in that moment was leaning forward to connect your lips.

it wasn’t beautiful or a ‘sparks fly’ moment. it was quick and chaste, you moving away as quickly as you moved forward. once you pulled away, you looked percy in the eyes. his expression had shifted from one of fear to hunger. his hand came up, finding the back of your neck and pulling you into him again. his lips were warm and soft against yours. he tasted of sea salt and blue pancakes, a combination that only percy jackson could pull off. his free hand found it way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

once the two of you could no longer breathe, you both pulled away at a slow pace. he kept his forehead against yours.

“gods, i have been waiting a millennia to do that.” percy laughed, kissing your cheek. his head moved from yours to the crook of your neck.

“me too, perseus.” your hand reached up, lacing itself into his hair.

“fucking finally! gods, i was starting to loose hope!” grover said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“me too, honestly.” percy spoke, lifting his head to look at grover.

“you too?” you asked, confused.

“y/n, you’re literally the only person who didn’t know about percy’s massive crush.” grover explained.

you averted your gaze towards percy, who shrugged in confirmation. your face heated up. safe to say that you had managed to find yourself a valentine, though kailey from cabin five wasn’t too happy.

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Helloo I very love your work on the lastest Percy! Thank you so much for writing them🫶🏻

I also would like to request Percy x reader as well. Where Percy and Annabeth went down to tartarus. But it will be Percy and reader instead. Where reader decided to let their hand go, so Percy will be ok. That make Percy go wild to find reader.

Thank youu✨

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pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

genre: angst

synopsis: Monsters are more deadly and powerful in Europe. You learned that the hard way. Now, you and your boyfriend found yourself in a predicament you wished you weren’t in. Knowing how stubborn and loyal Percy Jackson is, you make a decision for him. A decision that leads to him raging against everyone and everything. 

warnings: angst, protective!percy, piper is a brat, annabeth is still on quest, physical altercation, established realtionship

w/c: 1.9k

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You were in quite a predicament. Your wrist surely had a red mark from how tight Percy was gripping your wrist. His own hand remained firm around the rocky terrain that led to Tartarus. You knew his hand would start slipping soon, and there was no way for Percy to find purchase on the son of Hades’ extended hand.

“You have to meet us on the other side of the door!” Percy shouted up to Nico, implying you both would free-fall into Tartarus.

You had no choice but to fall into Tartarus. You accepted your fate the moment you were pushed, a result of the deadly monster you faced minutes ago. But, you were not going to let Percy go with you. He’s Percy Jackson, the Son of Poseidon, for gods sake. Could he survive Tartarus? You had no doubt that he could. You couldn’t let him come with you in good conscience, even if it reduced your odds of surviving. 

“Are you crazy?” Nico’s voice is firm, and you realize it’s the same tone Hades uses. Like father, like son.

“We don’t have a choice,” Percy grits out, starting to lose purchase. He was running out of time, and he was running out of it quick. 

“Percy,” you grab his attention, taking in his beautiful sea-green eyes. “Let me go.”

“Over my dead body,” his words hold truth, he’d rather do anything else than let go of the love of his life. 

“Percy, we have no idea where we’re going.” Nico points out, communicating between the remaining demigods and the two of you. Nico was the only one who could withstand the force of Tartarus, maybe it was a child of Hades thing.

“You have Jason, trust him.” Percy’s fingers start slipping on his ledge, and he realizes he only has about a minute, two if he’s lucky, before he falls. With you.

Decisions swirled in your mind as the conversation above you is drowned out. You were stuck—do you let your boyfriend fall with you or do you betray him in order to keep him safe? He’d forgive you for the latter, wouldn’t he? 

You may regret this decision, but you act on pure impulse in the next ten seconds. You take your free hand, reaching up as you latch onto his hand. Percy thinks you are just finding more purchase on his hand, not thinking much of it. He couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Percy,” you get his attention again. He turns to you, meeting your eyes. He could tell you were absolutely terrified, and all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and keep you safe. Before he can say a word, you continue. “I love you.”

He smiles, one full of absolute love and adoration. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

When he turns his head back to Nico, you take your chance. You meet Nico’s gaze, mouthing to him. Take care of him. Nico becomes acutely aware of what you’re about to do, and before he can warn Percy—to try and stop you, you beat him to it. Your hand pries Percy’s relenting fingers off your wrist, watching as Percy whips his head back to you, eyes widening. Before he can fight against your fingers, you pry the last finger from your wrist, free falling into Tartarus.

You can hear Percy scream your name, but it soon becomes a distant echo before you’re surrounded in darkness.

Percy wants to jump after you. In fact, he nearly succeeded in doing so before Nico pulls him out of it.

“Percy!” The son of Hades’ voice comes from above, “grab my hand!”

“I have to go after her!” Percy shouts, rage filling his body.

An empathetic look overtakes Nico’s features, “even if you do, you won’t land with her. Tartarus is weird like that—you always enter somewhere different. You could land on the opposite side of the realm, and your efforts would’ve been useless.”

“Useless?” Percy spits out, “she’s down there alone, and you want me to not do anything?”

“She’s stronger than you think, she can survive. She will survive. We’ll meet her on the other side of the doors, you have to trust me. No, you have to trust her.” 

Percy grits his teeth, knowing Nico had a point. Every bone in his body screamed for him to go after you, but he relents. He listens to Nico, straining his free hand up as he gets pulled up. He misses the feeling of your wrist under his hand, he misses you. He felt as if his soul has been ripped in half, and he longed for your presence, your voice, your touch—your everything.

Percy didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t like not sharing his bed on the Argo II with you. He didn’t like the way everyone else had a pitiful look on their faces, yet not saying a word about you. Every second that ticked by made him regret not falling after you. 

Percy walks into their make-shift dining room, watching as everyone’s heads turn in his direction. “What’s the plan?”

“What?” Piper asked, raising a brow at Percy.

“What’s. The. Plan.” He reiterates his words, watching the gears turn in Nico’s head.

“We need to find the doors of death, that’s the plan.” Nico explained, falling short on where the doors actually were. He knew they were in Rome, but that was it. He was hoping his friends could fill in the blanks, but they all remained silent. 

“Where are they?” Percy’s questions are short and snappy, not caring for mannerisms. He didn’t care about anything until he had you in his arms again.

“I was hoping someone had an idea,” Nico glares at the remaining members, noticing the way their demeanor has changed since Percy walked in. 

Jason had his gaze firmly locked onto his food. Leo nervously fiddled with his screwdriver, oil smudging his fingertips. Hazel nervously fidgeted as well, accidentally summoning a couple of jewels in the process. Piper had a bored expression on her face, gaze locked onto Jason. Frank had his usual worry line creasing in-between his brows, not sure of the answer himself. Annabeth was the only one who seemed to be thinking. 

“We’ll find her, Percy.” Annabeth’s words hold truth, trying to reassure her best friend. “They’re in Rome, you’re right Nico. The doors appear in a different place every time, according to myth. Although, they typically appear in a place that is mythologically important.”

“How much does that narrow it down?” Percy asks, hopeful.

“Not a lot,” she winces, also upset by the outcome. “I’ll keep researching.”

Percy nods, accepting her answer. His eyes fall on the rest of his friends, taking in their expressions as well. He could tell Leo and Hazel were upset, but weren’t sure how to console him. He didn’t want consoling, anyways. He couldn’t tell what was going on inside of Piper and Jason’s mind, but he didn’t like the way he couldn’t tell if they were concerned for your well-being or not. You were a member of the team and they looked like they didn’t care. Aside from Annabeth and Nico, Frank was the only one who seemed to be brainstorming. 

“What if it’s in a spot that it hasn’t been in before?” Frank questions, directing his question to Annabeth.

She nods, analyzing the possibility. “I can see if that narrows it down, but it doesn’t say anywhere in myth if that’s true. Actually, there’s practically nothing about the doors in myth. Let’s take that route, it’s our best shot right now.”

“Annabeth, keep brainstorming and try to narrow down the list as much as possible. Frank—help her, you seem to have an idea on Roman mythologies. Leo, make sure Festus and the Argo stay up, get us to Rome as quickly as possible. Hazel and Nico, try to figure out anything you know about Tartarus from Hades.” Orders fly out of Percy’s mouth, using his leader role to his advantage. He refused to sit by and do nothing while you survive in Tartarus, he will find you.

The five demigods nod in understanding, leaving the table to get to work. Percy’s gaze falls onto Piper and Jason, their expressions neutral. Jason could feel Percy’s gaze on him, and reluctantly—he meets it. 

Percy cocks a brow at Jason, “are you not worried at all?”

“What?” The question takes Jason aback, appalled he would ask that.

Percy steps closer to the two, “are you not worried that Y/N is in Tartarus all alone? That she could possibly die and our efforts to close the doors was a fail? That our entire quest was a fail?”

“I am worried about her,” Jason levels his gaze with Percy’s, instantly able to tell Percy was upset.

“Then why do both of you look like you don’t care?” Percy snaps, bracing his hands on the table, not caring how rude he sounded.

“I care,” Jason repeats. “I just—I never know how to deal with these type of things.”

“These type of things? I’m not asking you to feel sorry for me, Grace. I’m asking you to be the soldier you’ve been trained to be since birth and help me find my girlfriend. I don’t think I’m asking for a lot—unless you think otherwise.”

Jason understands what Percy is getting at, relieved he doesn’t have to figure out how to be empathetic about the situation. “I have a vast knowledge of Roman mythologies, I will go help Frank and Annabeth.”

Percy nods, eyes following Jason as he walks out of the room, heading in the direction of the room Annabeth and Frank went into. Piper stands, presumably to go follow Jason. Percy intercepts her, forcing her to stop.

“What?” She questions, folding her arms over her chest.

“For a daughter of Aphrodite, you seem to not care.”

“She fell in on her own,” Piper retorted, watching the way Percy clenches his jaw.

“She chose to fall in on her own. It was supposed to be both of us, but for some reason, she wanted me to stay.”

“You two would’ve never been in that mess if she wasn’t clumsy.”

Piper doesn’t see Percy’s fist coming. Percy knows he shouldn’t hit a girl, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it when it comes to you. He’ll always defend your name and actions, especially when you can’t defend it yourself. His fist connects with Piper’s jaw, hearing a crack as she stumbles back. She clutches her jaw, though there’s no blood. She’ll have a nasty bruise and soreness, but that’s about it. The situation Percy found himself in left his anger uncontrollable.

Piper curses under her breath, “are you crazy?”

“If it were Jason, you would be acting the same way as me. Now, stop acting like a pompous brat and help us find the doors so we can get her out of there.”

“Is that a request?” She tilts her head at the son of Poseidon, challenging him.

“No. It’s an order. I was elected leader, so you do as I say. Now go.” 

Piper has a remark on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it. She turns on her heel, stomping away. Percy’s not sure where she goes—nor does he care. His mind falls back to your falling frame, the last image he has of you. He prays to every god he can think of, major and minor, that you are safe and okay. He’ll find you, even if it’s the last thing he does. Not even Thanatos can stop him from getting to you.

Percy Jackson will kill anything that stands in his way of finding his way back to you.

You will destroy everything that crosses you in Tartarus—even Tartarus himself—until you find your way back to Percy.

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Why?

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader (Daughter of Athena)

Synopsis: Percy sees something he never expected to see.

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, confused Percy, Clarisse slander (Percy), fear of spiders. lmk if I missed any.

This one-shot is based on this tweet.

A/N: Hello, lovely people. I'm back. I can't believe it's been almost a year since I last wrote on here. My writing skills got rusty, but I hope you enjoy reading anyway.

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Percy was walking with Luke as the latter continued showing him the camp facilities that they didn’t get to go over in the original tour when he sees a strange sight that makes him stop walking. He squints his eyes, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. When his visions do not change, his eyebrows raise, almost going to the top of his head by how surprised he was.

Luke stops talking when he notices that Percy’s attention was elsewhere. He tries to follow Percy’s line of sight and chuckles when he does. “Oh, yeah. That.” Luke smiles, amused. “That happens pretty much every once in a while.”

“Should we help her?” Percy asks, mortified, as he refers to you. He felt uneasy, seeing you with Clarisse. She is the camp bully, isn’t she? People shouldn’t be leaving you alone with her. Something about the predicament he saw the two of you in seemed off. It shouldn’t be happening, that’s for sure. He steps forward, wanting to free you from the torture when Luke places a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from doing so.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Luke shakes his head, making sure Percy wasn’t going to make any more steps before he retracts his hand.

“Why are Clarisse and Y/n sitting with their backs to each other?” Percy looks up at Luke, knowing the older camper wasn’t going to let him interfere. The least Luke could do was answer his questions.

“They had a fight.” Luke explains simply, still with an amused smirk.

“Then why are they holding hands?”

“They get sad when they fight.” The raven-haired boy shrugs.

Percy doesn’t say anything, keeping up with his staring. It didn’t occur to him how creepy or weird it was, seeing how baffled he still is upon seeing you and Clarisse in the same room, and holding hands. It’s giving him the heebie-jeebies. What business did Clarisse have holding hands with one of the kindest people in camp? He didn’t like that idea, but there was nothing he could do about it. His only hope was that Clarisse doesn’t infect you with her bad attitude.

Meanwhile, inside the Athena cabin, you squeezed Clarisse’s hand three times, but you didn’t say a word. You were still pretty upset from the incident earlier.

Clarisse tried to look at you from her peripheral vision and even though you couldn’t see it, you knew that her face was ridden with guilt. She sighs, “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tossed that spider to you when we were in the woods, even if I was freaked out.”

You had been walking in the woods together, hand in hand, when a spider fell on Clarisse’s shoulder. Her natural instinct was to kill it, but she didn’t have any weapons with her and she was starting to panic, so she did the first thing her brain told her to do. She flung the spider over to you despite knowing full well that you were afraid of them.

You take a deep breath, staying silent for a few seconds before saying, “I forgive you and I’m sorry for yelling and cursing you.” Your head hung low in shame. That wasn’t your proudest moment either. The things you said would have made even Chiron blush.

Clarisse gives out a huge sigh of relief, momentarily letting go of your hand so she can stand up. She walks over so she can finally be face to face with you. “It’s okay, I forgive you. You were freaking out too.” She wraps her arms around you, meeting your gaze with a smile.

“I thought my soul left my body at that point.” You pouted, bits of distress still not wearing off.

She cups your face, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “Do you feel better now?” She asks with a soft smile.

You can’t stop the smile from spreading to your face, too. You wrap your arms around her waist and hug her from your position on the chair, holding her tighter for maximum comfort. Clarisse laughs at how you didn’t want to let go, even after two minutes have passed.

“I love you so much. You know that, right?” Clarisse states, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know.” You murmur happily against her, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.

Outside the cabin, about ten feet away, Percy Jackson could be seen with his jaw dropped and eyes wider than before. “They’re dating?!” He exclaims, looking at Luke in a panic. It seems that he didn’t connect the dots until you and Clarisse kissed. And even then, it seemed like it wasn’t true. He wasn’t concerned anymore, just confused.

Luke’s brows furrowed. “Couldn’t you already tell by the way they were holding hands earlier?”

Percy stares at Luke, his mouth agape, then back to you and Clarisse, then back to Luke again, feeling like he was about to combust because of this new information. “What? No. Why would I even—”

Luke pulls Percy along, cutting his rambling short. “You have much to learn, Percy. So much.” He walks ahead, heading back to the Hermes cabin. “Come on. I’ll fill you in when we get back to the cabin.”

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN GRANDMA MY ONE TRUE LOVE!!! CAN I HAVE SOME PERCY AND TONKS CONTENT TO MAKE MY SOUL CONTENT PLEASE ✨🏳️‍⚧️(MISSED THE APRIL PROMPTS BY MERE MILISECONDS I AINT TAKING NO CHANCES THIS TIME) 🧡🧡🧡🧡

The first time he's taken as a political hostage, he seriously considers fighting his way out. He's trained. He's not bad by any stretch of the imagination. He's fought Death Eaters more than once.

But it's hardly his strength and he doesn't know anything about these guys besides that they're smart enough to know he's worth capturing, which really just means they're not morons. The ruse of him as just an assistant is paper thin, especially after that Prophet article.

"Aren't you worried?" asks Elaine, who he's spent the past two years politely pretending is nothing more than the French minister of magic's mistress and not making major policy decisions. She's quite fun at parties.

"Not really," he says.

She gives him an incredulous look that softens into a smile that shows off her dimples. No one is at all confused on how the French minister got himself into this particular predicament. It's a relief to all of them that she's also brilliant. "I suppose you do have a rather well known auror department."

"Something like that," he says.

Six hours later, his wife kicks down the door, covered in blood that's not her own with a lasso in one hand and a sword in the other. "Percy!"

"I'm fine," says automatically.

She doesn't believe him, of course, and the hands running over him are strictly professional, just checking for injuries. Her tongue in his mouth is going to be a little bit of a harder spin for the gathered dignitaries, but he's done more for less.

Perhaps Elaine will have some suggestions.

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A Little Too Drunk To Remember

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Warning: usage of y/n and y/l/n (like 5 times I think), mention of alcohol and being drunk, Annabeth close to murdering Percy, kissing, aged up pjo characters

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

W.C: 2k Note: I'm planning on making my Percy Jackson tag list! Comment if you want to be part of it! Also if you want to be part of my overall taglist! Synopsis: After celebrating a bit too much after their win, Percy gets a little too drunk to remember who his girlfriend is.

Camp Half-Blood had just completed another successful game of Capture the Flag on Friday. The blue team emerged as the victors, thanks to the exceptional leadership of the Athena Cabin. To commemorate their win, a celebration was organized in their honor. Once Chiron and Mr. D had retired for the night, the real party began. The Hermes cabin unveiled their covert stash of pilfered alcoholic beverages. Both blue and red team members danced and reveled throughout the night. Percy, being part of the blue team, was not exempt from the festivities.

By midnight, Grover, Annabeth, and a thoroughly intoxicated Percy stumbled onto the front porch of Poseidon's cabin. "Percy, get up! You can't sleep outside here!" whispered Annabeth, attempting to help him rise from his slumber on the chilly cement floor. "Hold him while I open the door," Grover instructed Annabeth, who stared at him with wide eyes. "I swear, I'm getting annoyed," she grumbled, struggling to keep Percy upright. "Come on, Percy. We're almost there," Grover said, taking one of Percy's arms and placing it over his shoulder, guiding him inside the cabin. The three of them attempted to enter the cabin discreetly, but Percy tripped over nothing, causing Grover and Annabeth to stumble along with him.

"Ow! Percy!"

"Seaweed-brain, you're heavy!"

"Shhhhh! Be quiet, both of you!"

"What the hell is going on?" a voice asked, and moments later, the lights flickered on. You stood there, slightly shocked, observing the scene before you. "You guys look like you could use some help," you chuckled, walking towards the group. You assisted Annabeth and Grover in standing up before the three of you carried Percy to one of the beds in the corner of the room. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you gently laid Percy down on the soft mattress.

"I was this close to leaving him on the ground," Annabeth said, raising her hand to demonstrate the small distance between her thumb and forefinger. You laughed at her playful gesture and glanced at Percy, who lay on the bed completely oblivious to the minor predicament he had caused. "I would have done the same if I were both of you," you shrugged, causing the two of them to laugh.

After some persuasion, you managed to convince Annabeth and Grover to retire for the night instead of trying to assist you with the situation that went by the name of Percy Jackson. You sat down on the bed beside Percy and reached out to touch his curly blonde hair, which had grown longer over the past three months. Rising from your seat, you walked towards the small closet next to the bed and retrieved some fresh, comfortable clothes for him to sleep in. Placing them on the edge of the bed, you attempted to wake Percy. "Perc? Babe, you need to wake up and change," you whispered. He emitted a small grunt, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the bright light in the room.

He took the clothes from your hands and was about to lift his shirt when he paused, looking at you. "Miss, you seem nice and all, but could you please look away? I don't think it would be appropriate to change in front of a girl, especially considering I have a girlfriend," Percy's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but giggle, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "Uh, okay. I'll be in the restroom if you need me," you said, trying to stifle your laughter. He nodded, waiting for you to enter the restroom and close the door before changing out of his soiled clothes.

You covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to suppress your laughter. The serious expression on Percy's face as he made his request amused you. It was at that moment you realized that he mistook you for someone else. After a few minutes, you decided to emerge from the restroom. You saw Percy surveying the room as if it were his first time entering it."You okay, Perce?" You asked him out of concern. He had only broken out of his trance when you placed a hand on his shoulder. His blue eyes looked up at you and you were stopping yourself from melting right there and then. "You still need to brush your teeth before bed," You reminded him and he calmly nodded before walking towards the restroom. 

You stared at his stumbling figure as he walked. You were about to walk over to him to help but he raised his hand in front of you, giving you a sign that he's alright. You lay down on your side of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. You didn't realize you were starting to fall asleep and didn't notice he had already left the restroom. 

You woke up to the sound of shuffling. "Percy?" You groggle reaching out for his side but feel only the cold bedsheets. Eyes lazily opening, you look down from the bed and see Percy lying uncomfortably on the cold tiled floor of his cabin. "Parcy, baby, you can't sleep there," You tried convincing him but he only shook his head. 

"I can't. I don't want to upset y/n," He sleepily said. "Why is that? I'm sure she wouldn't mind," You giggled lightly and hoped it convinced him but it didn't. He shook his head again and turned in the other direction. "I don't want to sleep beside someone who isn't my girlfriend. Goodnight, miss," After that, you realized you wouldn't be able to convince him at all so you just decided to sleep. 

You had a bit of trouble sleeping since you weren't exactly used to sleeping without Percy beside you. Eventually, as the music from outside slowly ceased, your eyes also slowly closed due to sleepiness. It wasn't the best but it would do. 

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of loud music playing. Being a child of Apollo does suck sometimes. The sun god would ride in his amazing chariot in the morning while blaring loud music that only his children would hear. "He does like showing off, even to his children," You mumble as you get out of the bed and walk to the restroom. You spotted Percy still lying on the cold floor, sleeping. You crouched down by his head pushed his hair out his forehead and gave it a gentle kiss. 

You walked to the bathroom and did your business. When you walked out you saw Percy sitting on the floor with his hands on his head. "You okay there babe?" You asked him. You obviously know he wasn't feeling well, you just wanted him to confirm it. "No, my head is throbbing like crazy and why am I sleeping on the floor? My whole body is screaming in pain right now," He said massaging his shoulder. 

"You refused to sleep beside me last night so you just slept on the floor," You said sitting on the bed with a hot cup of coffee in hand. "Why would I do that?" He asked confused. "I swear I couldn't remember a single thing from last night," 

"Well, you got carried here by Grover and Annabeth and when you got in you refused to let me touch you or be near you in fear of your "girlfriend" getting angry," You recall the happenings from last night. He stared at you in confusion while grabbing your hand to let you play with his hair. 

"Why would I do that?" He asks himself while staring off into the distance. "I don't know, baby. You tell me," You shrug while sipping your coffee. You spent a few minutes in silence, your hand never stopping to play with Percy's hair. "OH MY GODS" You suddenly hear him say out loud and you instantly realize he remembered everything from last night. "I did not just say that," He had his face buried in his hands with his ears turning a bright shade of red in embarrassment. You laughed while he continued to whine and complain in embarrassment. 

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's okay baby don't need to say sorry. I found it hilarious last night," You laughed. Percy slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around your frame. He had to bend down a bit because he was taller than your sitting figure. "I'm sorry," His head was burning in between your shoulder and neck, and you felt wet and gentle kisses being placed on your neck. 

"It's fine, baby, I understand," You chuckled lightly and stroked his hair. If you never heard a human purr before, now you do. You and Percy stay silent like that for a few minutes more. It was getting rare for the both of you to have any peace around her now that more campers were starting to enter camp day by day. Damn, those gods be multiplying every day. Percy had to help train some kids while you had to take care of the new Apollo kids that were claimed by your father. Both of you seemed so busy that it's starting to become a rare occurrence for you both to be like this with each other. You just realized now how much you craved your boyfriend's warm and soft embrace. It makes you not want to let him go. 

"My headache is healing," Percy mumbles after a few minutes. You look at your hands and see them glowing golden. "Oops, my bad," You laughed. Percy grabs a hold of your thighs and lifts you. You yelped and held on to him in panic. He laughs at the sound and sets you down on his lap. "I missed you," He says brushing a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. "I missed you too," You say while you stared at his blue eyes that greatly reminded you of the ocean. 

"I missed you too, Percy," You smiled. He stared at you a few seconds more before removing the gap between both of you. His lips tasted sweet from the sugary blue candy his mother gave him before he left for camp and a hint of saltiness that reminded you of ocean water. How did he taste like that? You don't even know. His lips felt so soft and pillowy against your own and you just know he was using the lip cream you gave him after you told him how chapped his lips were. 

After a moment you both pull away, breathless. Percy smiles as he stares at your breathless figure. Lips plump, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling. That's when he realized how so in love he was with you and you felt the same about him too. The two of you stared at each other with love and so much passion. Not even the gods can deny how much you both were made for each other. 

"Y/n we need yo-" Both you and Percy's heads turn to the door of the cabin. You saw Will and Lee standing by the entrance, cheeks pink after seeing the position you were both in. "Percy are you awa-" Annabeth and Grover arrive behind the two Apollo children and freeze after seeing you both.

"We'll just-" "I think it's better if we-"

"Yeah," The 4 close the door, and you and Percy look at each other and start to laugh loudly. "Did you see Grover's face?" Percy asked in between his laughter. "Poor young Will!" You wheezed. "Jackson you better get out of there in the next 5 minutes!" You both hear Annabeth yell from the outside but none of you paid attention after remembering the way her face turned so red. "Y/L/N we need help out here!" Lee yelled out. 

"You heard them, Jackson, you need to leave," You say to him after the both of you calm down. "You need to as well Y/L/N," He said back with a smirk. He was leaning down to kiss you again before…

"Y/L/N!" "JACKSON!" 

Maybe next time…

[percabethownsmybutt]

annabeth: isn’t it a bit dangerous?

percy: annabeth, please. we’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

annabeth: ...

percy: okay, we sometimes escape unhurt

annabeth: ...

percy: alright, we escaped unhurt once... then we hurt ourselves on the way home

[dragons-and-magic]

According to my studies... The Engines are cats.

Giant metal cats. Need proof? Allow me to present my case.

Exhibit A: Zoomies.

All those time the engines felt the need for speed and went hurtling down the tracks like they've lost their minds? Cats do that too. In some cases, the end result can have the same level of property damage.

Exhibit B: Swatting. Also known as, aggressive/panicked shunting.

Thing doesn't work right? Smack thing. Cats do this all the time. Engines do too. We see this a lot when they interact with trucks. Something looks scary/wrong about that truck? Or it's acting up? Get that away from me!!! *Rams Truck, sending it flying*

Exhibit C: Aversion to water.

Most cats don't like water. Neither to engines. Even if it's not enough to put out their fire. They just hate it. There are obvious exceptions of course, like James. (But he's pretty much the engine version of an overly pampered house cat, that gets baths everyday, so that makes sense.)

Exhibit D: Flying things are bad.

Percy and Harold. James and the Hot Air Balloon. Need I say more? Cat's like to chase, attack, and eat flying things. They hate them with a burning passion.

Exhibit E: Neatniks.

Most engines like to stay clean, or at least get cleaned up after the hard work. They hate hate messy paint, dirt, and mud. Sound familiar? James is the perfect example of this. He's like that cat that licks itself everytime you pet it, because you "messed up it's fur". Lol.

Exhibit F: How did you get in there???

Cats seem to get themselves in the weirdest places. So have the engines. They are almost always found in the weirdest predicaments. And certain engine on Sodor, has done this MANY TIMES. How he managed to get clear on the other side of a mountain without tracks? Good luck trying to figure that out Topham. Pfft.

The engines are cats. I rest my case.

(Note: This is not to be taken seriously. This is just silly posting. Thank you.)

[girlberrie]

you the garden and the,

grave

aka. the ever expanding list of lives i want to live . i’m having fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111!!!

  .  .  .        a triptych for the death of pride

█  hogwarts………….. pureblood, historian, seer, slytherin. a time traveling witch. my boyfriend is obsessed with immortality. we’re mad scientists with magic. my best friend is alice fortesque. i grow oranges and scare lucius malfoy as a past time.

     𓇕        ╱       my love . tom riddle

     𓊈 𓆙 𓊉          i will be great, or nothing: introduction

                    ༝    ‘i’m so cool' she says, a literal fucking loser.

                    ༝    restricted sections ask game.

                    ༝    hozier: self titled ask game.

                    ༝    pin board.

  .  .  .        her name means heavy

█  pjo……………………. a daughter of dionysus born more god than mortal, prophesied to ascend. the girl percy jackson is swooning over. she’s due a traipse across tartarus and a completion of a great prophecy.

     𓇕        ╱       my love . percy jackson

                    ༝    not an intro but…… it'll do.

                    ༝    the garden shifting ask game.

                    ༝    percy x anäis but we haven't even talked yet.

                    ༝    luke: i loved you like a brother.

                    ༝    pin board.

  .  .  .        for she is lady spring, who brings forth life

█  star wars…………… runaway jedi knight, divine feminine, can create life out of her hands, lowkey plantsim vibes. i pulled an ex-queen and her loyal puppy by being a gardener.

     𓇕        ╱       my loves . padmé amidala and anakin skywalker.

     𓊈 𓉳 𓊉        lady spring: introduction

                    ༝    pin board.

  .  .  .        everywhere there is peace

█  dune…………………. illegitimate daughter of duke leto. priestess//keeper of the temple to the ancient gods in caladan. bene gesserit with her own agenda. descended from achilles pelides himself. seer, divine, schemer. the saying “plan within plans” was made for me.

     𓇕        ╱       my love . tom riddle

     𓊈 ⛰︎ 𓊉        the oracle: introduction

                    ༝    pin board.

  .  .  .        i know something of evil

█  vampire & witch… witch of the nomadic huns. turned immortal after a laborious day of tracking down animals to eat and herbs to dry, she is to live thousands of years. it is on a fateful day that she finds her closest friend in the same predicament as her, turned and left behind—dazed, confused and retching, and hates herself as she sighs in relief, for she now knows she isn’t doomed to live an eternally lonely life.

     𓇕        ╱       my love . duru [censored]

     𓊈 𓏲𝄢 𓊉          blood of my blood: introduction

                    ༝    pin board.

. . . a masterlist of others

█ better cr pt1: her style. pin board.

█ third hogwarts: always: introduction.

█ golden trio: homemade dynamite: introduction. the princess and the frog ask (ps.things have changed since this). pin board.

█ one piece: roronoa zoro's perspective.

█ pirate witch: not an intro, but close enough.

█ zero (cyberpunk): my bar.

  &    much more to be added whenever i feel like it.  

[helenofsparta2]

All of the Seven were in support of saving Nico in Mark of Athena

I have absolutely no idea where the misconception came from that no one on board of the Argo II, except for Hazel, wanted to save, or cared for Nico, but it's starting to really annoy me. So, here’s a little summary of every member of the seven’s and Coach Hedge’s thoughts, feelings and actions when it came to Nico, backed up by exempts from the book

 (Safe for Hazel, because… it’s Hazel. Thankfully, there’s no misconception surrounding her, regarding this subject.)

Coach Hedge:

He Immediately agreed to rescue him when the topic came up

 “The giants are trying to lure us,” Annabeth said. “They’re assuming we’ll try to rescue him.” “Well, they’re right!” Hazel looked around the table, her confidence apparently crumbling. “Won’t we?” “Yes!” Coach Hedge yelled with a mouthful of napkins. “It’ll involve fighting, right?” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

Frank:

He Immediately agreed to rescue him when the topic came up

“Hazel, of course we’ll help him,” Frank said. “But how long do we have before… uh, I mean, how long can Nico hold out?” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

He got angry when Leo and Jason suggested that Nico might not be trustworthy

Jason sat forward, his expression grim. “You’re wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.” Hazel shot to her feet. “I don’t believe this. He’s my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don’t want to help him?” Frank put his hand on her shoulder. “Nobody’s saying that.” He glared at Leo. “Nobody had better be saying that.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

Annabeth:

She reacted with anger and sadness when the topic of Nico’s predicament came up

She shook her head sadly when he described Nico’s imprisonment in the bronze jar. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)

“One seed a day,” Hazel said miserably. “That’s if he puts himself in a death trance.” “A death trance?” Annabeth scowled. “That doesn’t sound fun.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

Hazel also seemed preoccupied. Maybe she was taking in their surroundings, or maybe she was worrying about her brother. In less than four days, unless they found him and freed him, Nico would be dead. Annabeth felt that deadline weighing on her, too.  (Mark of Athena, Chapter 18)

She was in support of rescuing him:

“Fine,” Annabeth muttered. “Hazel, now that we’re in Rome, do you think you can pinpoint Nico’s location?” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 31)

Percy:

He immediately agreed to rescue him in Son of Neptune:

Not the part about Sammy – that was still too painful to say out loud – but she told them about Gaia’s offer of a fake life, and the goddess’s claim that she’d captured her brother, Nico. Hazel didn’t want to keep that to herself. She was afraid the despair would overwhelm her. Percy rubbed his shoulders. His lips were blue. ‘You – you saved me, Hazel. We’ll figure out what happened to Nico, I promise.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 41)

I think my dad is turning a blind eye. I think – I think he wants me to find Nico.’ ‘We’ll find your brother,’ Percy promised. ‘As soon as the ship gets here, we’ll sail for Rome.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 52)

He never once considered the possibility of not saving Nico in Mark of Athena

“He disappeared.” Hazel moistened her lips. “I’m afraid…I’m not sure, but I think something’s happened to him.” “We’ll look for him,” Percy promised. “We have to find the Doors of Death anyway.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 3)

Huddled next to it was a dejected looking boy in tattered jeans, a black shirt, and an old aviator jacket. On his right hand, a silver skull ring glittered. “Nico,” Percy called. But the son of Hades couldn’t hear him. The container was completely sealed. The air was turning poisonous. Nico’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. He appeared to be meditating. His face was pale, and thinner than Percy remembered (…) “Nico,” Percy said, “where is this place? We’ll save you.…” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)

“Nico is the bait,” she murmured. “Gaea’s forces must have captured him somehow. But we don’t know exactly where they’re holding him.” “Somewhere in Rome,” Percy said. “Somewhere underground. They made it sound like Nico still had a few days to live, but I don’t see how he could hold out so long with no oxygen.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)

But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didn’t deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldn’t stand seeing Hazel in pain. “We’ll rescue him,” he promised her. “We have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

About a hundred yards away, he spotted a raised dais with two empty oversized praetor chairs. Standing between them was a bronze jar big enough to hold a person. “Look.” He pointed it out to his friends. Piper frowned. “That’s too easy.” “Of course,” Percy said. “But we have no choice,” Jason said. “We’ve got to save Nico.” “Yeah.” Percy started across the room, picking his way around conveyor belts and moving platforms. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

He informed Hazel and the rest of the seven of Nico’s predicament the very morning after he found out

But how can Nico survive that long? We should talk to Hazel.” “Now?” She hesitated. “No. It can wait until morning. I don’t want to hit her with this news in the middle of the night.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)

He told them about his dream—the twin giants planning a reception for them in an underground parking lot with rocket launchers; Nico di Angelo trapped in a bronze jar, slowly dying from asphyxiation with pomegranate seeds at his feet. Hazel choked back a sob. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

He insisted on saving Nico immediately, once he met up with Jason and Piper in Rome

Percy pointed at Piper’s dagger. “Tiberinus said you could find Nico’s location…you know, with that.” Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katoptris for more terrifying images. “I’ve tried,” she said. “The dagger doesn’t always show what I want to see. In fact, it hardly ever does.” “Please,” Percy said. “Try again.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

Piper dropped the blade. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked. “It was showing us something.” Piper felt like the boat was back on the ocean, rocking under her feet. “We can’t go there.” Percy frowned. “Piper, Nico is dying. We’ve got to find him. Not to mention, Rome is about to get destroyed.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

“We should wait for the others,” she said. “Hazel, Frank, and Leo should be back soon.” “We can’t wait,” Percy insisted. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

He felt anxious when thinking about Nico and the possibility of him dying

The vision zoomed in again. Inside the jar, Nico di Angelo was curled in a ball, no longer moving, all the pomegranate seeds eaten. “We’re too late,” Jason said. “No,” Percy said. “No, I can’t believe that. Maybe he’s gone into a deeper trance to buy time. We have to hurry.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

Otis trudged over to the dais, stopping occasionally to do a plié. He knocked over the jar, the lid popped off, and Nico di Angelo spilled out. The sight of his deathly pale face and too-skinny frame made Percy’s heart stop. Percy couldn’t tell whether he was alive or dead. He wanted to rush over and check, but Ephialtes stood in his way. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

At Otis’s feet, Nico shuddered. Percy felt like a hellhound hamster wheel somewhere in his chest had started moving again. At least Nico was alive. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

He called Nico a friend

Jason and Piper closed ranks on either side of Percy (…)“We’re here,” Percy said, which sounded kind of obvious once he had said it. “Let our friend go.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

“Okay.” Percy decided not to comment on the Hawaiian shirt. “Now, about our friend…” “Oh, him,” Ephialtes sneered. “We were going to let him finish dying in public, but he has no entertainment value. He’s spent days curled up sleeping. What sort of spectacle is that? Otis, tip over the jar.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

He was careful to make sure Nico would not get injured while he, Jason and Piper fought the giants:

Percy was ready to slice this giant in half and get out of there, but Otis was standing over Nico. If a battle started, Nico was in no condition to defend himself. Percy needed to buy him some recovery time.  (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Percy glanced over at Nico, who was just starting to move. Percy wanted him to be at least conscious enough to crawl out of the way when the fighting started. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Piper:

She immediately agreed to rescue him (There’s a pattern here)

“And he has five seeds left,” Percy said. “That’s five days, including today. The giants must have planned it that way, so we’d have to arrive by July first. Assuming Nico is hidden somewhere in Rome—” “That’s not much time,” Piper summed up. She put her hand on Hazel’s shoulder. “We’ll find him. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

“We’ll rescue him,” he promised her. “We have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.” “That’s right,” Piper said encouragingly. “Hazel, your brother went searching for the Doors of Death in the Underworld, right? He must’ve found them.”  (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

She felt anxious when she thought about Nico’s predicament

Piper tried to imagine what Nico di Angelo was feeling, stuck in a jar with only two pomegranate seeds left to sustain him, and no idea whether he would be rescued. It made Piper anxious to reach Rome, even though she had a horrible feeling she was sailing toward her own sort of prison—a dark room filled with water. “Nico must have information about the Doors of Death,” Piper said. “We’ll save him, Hazel. We can make it in time. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 25)

Piper slipped it back into its sheath, trying to keep her hands from shaking. She hoped that Percy was right, and Nico was still alive. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

She protected Nico, once he had escaped from the bronze jar:

Nico stirred. Otis looked down at him. His snaky feet flicked their tongues at Nico’s head. “Plus!” Piper said quickly. “Plus, we could do some dance moves as we’re escaping. Perhaps a ballet number!” Otis forgot all about Nico. He lumbered over and wagged his finger at Ephialtes. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

He caught a brief glimpse of Piper leaping across a hopscotch pattern of fiery pits, making her way toward Nico, who was dazed and weaponless and being stalked by a pair of leopards. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 46)

At the dais, Piper stood guard over Nico as the leopards advanced. She aimed her cornucopia and shot a pot roast over the cats’ heads. It must have smelled pretty good, because the leopards raced after it. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 46)

Across the room, sandbags rained down around Piper and Nico. Piper tried to pull Nico to safety, but one of the bags caught her shoulder and knocked her down. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 46)

Jason & Leo

I’m going to sum Jason and Leo up together, because their perspective is very similar on this subject.  

Now, obviously, both of them had some doubts at the beginning:

Uh…” Leo shifted in his chair. “One thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, right? So we’re walking into a trap?” Hazel looked at Leo like he’d made a rude gesture. “We have no choice!” “Don’t get me wrong, Hazel. It’s just that your brother, Nico… he knew about both camps, right?” “Well, yes,” Hazel said “He’s been going back and forth,” Leo said, “and he didn’t tell either side.” Jason sat forward, his expression grim. “You’re wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.” Hazel shot to her feet. “I don’t believe this. He’s my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don’t want to help him?” Frank put his hand on her shoulder. “Nobody’s saying that.” He glared at Leo. “Nobody had better be saying that.” Leo blinked. “Look, guys. All I mean is—” “Hazel,” Jason said. “Leo is raising a fair point. I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter. Now I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood. That does strike me as… well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

If I am being honest, this is actually a completely valid point. The way that both of them phrased it was pretty harsh, especially considering the fact that Hazel was sitting right next to them, but the point in of itself, is not preposterous.

Leo had never even met Nico, and Jason had only seen him a couple of times in Camp Jupiter, before this quest. Finding out that a demigod, neither of them really knew, had known about both camps long before any other half-blood did, and is now being used as part of a trap is suspicious (even if none of that is Nico’s fault).

But ignoring that, this hesitance to saving Nico, only lasted for like one or two chapters. After this conversation, both Leo and Jason were completely in support of saving Nico throughout the entire rest of Mark of Athena:

Instead, we could send out a decoy to trick the eagles. We take the ship on a detour, go the long way to Charleston, and get there tomorrow morning—” Hazel started to protest, but Leo raised his hand. “I know, I know. Nico’s in trouble and we have to hurry.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 17)

Hazel glanced at the evening sun, which was almost to the horizon. “We need to go fast. We’ve burned another day, and Nico only has three more left.” “We can do it,” Leo promised. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 21)

“She’s right,” Hazel said. “After today, Nico has less than two days. The fish-centaurs said we have to rescue him. He’s essential to the quest somehow.” She looked around defensively, as if waiting for someone to argue. No one did. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 25)

Jason suddenly looked as though his brownie with peach preserves didn’t taste so good. “Which will put us in Rome on the last possible day for Nico. Twenty-four hours to find him—at most.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 25)

“Good idea,” Percy said. “How about we plan to meet back here at… what?” “Three this afternoon?” Jason suggested. “That’s probably the latest we could rendezvous and still hope to fight the giants and save Nico. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 31)

About a hundred yards away, he spotted a raised dais with two empty oversized praetor chairs. Standing between them was a bronze jar big enough to hold a person. “Look.” He pointed it out to his friends. Piper frowned. “That’s too easy.” “Of course,” Percy said. “But we have no choice,” Jason said. “We’ve got to save Nico.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Leo was even prepared to open Nemesis’ fortune cookie to find out where Nico was being kept:

The fortune cookie in his tool belt started to feel heavier. Last night, as they flew from Atlanta, Leo had lain in his cabin and thought about how angry he’d made Hazel. He had thought about ways he could make it right. Soon you will face a problem you cannot solve, Nemesis had said, though I could help you…for a price. Leo had taken the fortune cookie out of his tool belt and turned it in his fingers, wondering what price he would have to pay if he broke it open. Maybe now was the moment. “I’d be willing,” he told Hazel. “I could use the fortune cookie to find your brother.” Hazel looked stunned. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 21)

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hii!! I've searched for percy jackson fics for so long and I just stumbled upon you!! I adore the way you write him. Can I request a clingy percy with an oral fixation who, almost, always asks you to nibble and suck on your fingers? Thank you!! <33

I fear this may be one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written, like, ever…

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“gimme your hand.” demands percy. he takes your hand off your sheet-covered chest and holds it up to his mouth. “can I?”

you purse your lips and sigh. “go ahead, angel.”

happily, he takes your pointer finger in between his lips and begins to nibble gently on it. to allow him more access to you turn on your side facing him and pull the sheets further up your bare skin to provide at least some modesty (though the you proximately five minutes ago hadn’t cared in the least bit what percy had seen of you). suddenly, he bites down roughly on your finger making you yelp and pout.

“percy, sweetheart, don’t bite. I’m a fragile woman.”

he nods understandingly and pops your middle finger into his mouth also, nibbling gently to assure he won’t hurt you again. with your free hand, you place it underneath your head as you watch lovingly as percy practically eats your fingers right off the bone. you sigh contently as your eyes grow heavy. damn percy always wearing you out. you’ll scold him for this when you wake up, for now, you tiredly continue watching him as he now begins sucking them. accidentally, he shoves them too far back and begins coughing violently.

“dumbass,” you remark. he shoots you an unamused glare and sticks your fingers back into his mouth, clearly not learning a lesson from his previous predicament. you take this serene moment and his unchanging actions as a simple chance to admire him. with the lack of light in cabin three, his once bright sea green eyes resorted to a darker, more forest green kind of look, his raven hair tousled from your hands relentlessly tugging and running through it, his cheeks adorned with a light pink hue, and his still ragged breaths, the rise and fall of his chest. you blush feverishly and nuzzle your nose into his shoulder.

he takes your fingers out of his mouth at your action. “you doin’ okay, angel?”

“yeah, ‘m fine. jus’ sleepy.”

“oh…” he holds your hand lower, frowning. presumably, thinking he had been preventing you from sleeping. “sorry.”

“no, continue,” you beckon.

“are you sure?”

percy lets his eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of discomfort and anger. he finds none, but instead of pupils you have tiny hearts. he smiles.

“mhm. go on.”

and once again, he takes your soft fingers back into his mouth, soon, the nibbling feeling lulling you to sleep

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🐥 a lil something for jason grace? just yk him meeting hephaestus!reader for the first time at camp half blood and she's this bubbly girl who befriends everyone cuz that's just how she is and like she offers everyone solutions to material problems like aphrodite kids with vanity mirrors that light up on their own, apollo kids with medical kits that look small outside but has TONS of storage, demeter kids with self watering pots, etc

reader gives him a welcome gift (leo and piper too), a compact watch sword thingy like percy's and jason's like new to this bcs all his life he's been treated like a prince in waiting, a leader most of the time and he hasn't had anyone do something for him cuz its usually him doing things

ooh and a lil bit of leo valdez teasing him bcs of him blushing when she's around cuz reader is his sister basically, same dad and all

Thank you and happy bday again!

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jason grace x hephaestus!reader

a/n: this was so cute but pls lmk if i got his character right...i had to reference my irl pjo bestie for this i love this boy

wc: 766

Jason Grace thinks you talk too much.

And too fast. It’s one of the first things he noticed about Camp Half-Blood weirdly enough, besides the nagging feeling that he didn’t belong there. There wasn’t so much as a day where he wouldn’t see you whizzing past campers offering to tinker items to make their lives easier, and he could barely keep up—which says a lot for a boy raised to be a soldier.

It was like you set everything alight, and the flames you left in your midst could not be tamed; everyone was enamored by you, and admittedly, so was he. The son of Jupiter was sure his brain had short-circuited along with everything else going on but all of his worries were dashed when you presented him with a wristwatch shield.

Jason blinks slowly.

“Are you listening? Do you like it? I can change the finish on it or scrap it completely if you don’t think it’s cool, or maybe it's too big? Let me see your wrist—Jace?”

You wave your hand in his face before grabbing his arm, encircling his wrist with the metal links to make sure your creation fits him comfortably.

Too torn between the predicament of being raised by fucking wolves and training for a war that no one knows the start date of, Jason Grace has not had too much time to acquaint himself with the matters of the heart. So in his eyes, this poor sweetheart thought your welcome gift was the equivalent of a marriage proposal, or something like that…

Your half-sibling Leo thought this was hilarious of course, his teasing grin stoking the fire in the pit of Jason’s stomach when he asked to see it. The blond boy was gentle with your gift, shaking his head at the notion that it meant anything, that you were just kind to everyone, and nothing about it whatsoever makes him special.

Okay buddy…

So of course when you came to confront him about Leo’s taunting that had reached all of the inhabitants of cabin 9 (and the armory, and the counselors, and even Chiron and Mr. D—the biggest gossips of Camp Half-Blood), Jason Grace, a boy who usually has his shit together, was reduced to the phenomenon of being an embarrassed teenager with a crush.

You were standing a little too close for his liking and even if he towered over you, the blaze in your eyes could incite fear in the gods.

“Just because I'm nice and do things for you doesn’t mean that I like you, Jason Grace,” you say adamantly as you cross your arms over your chest. He notices the smudge of soot on your cheekbone, and thinks it looks quite pretty against your complexion.

“Of course.”

“I gave you the wristwatch shield as a welcome gift,” you say next, to which he nods since it’s a fact.

“Of course, I didn’t mea—”

“I mean you’re always protecting others, so I thought someone should protect you for a change,” you mutter, watching him scratch the nape of his neck as your smile spreads like gasoline touched by a lit match. He can’t help but embrace the burn (His serious demeanor is broken by the smile on his face, so big that it almost hurts).

“But you are right, I do like you. Suppose we’ll have to do something about that.”

Thinking hard about the confession that left your mouth, you look like you’re working through a methodical problem to solve— finding the missing piece to a puzzle instead of making the son of Jupiter's face heat up like a thousand suns. He reckons there’s an ambush inside of him as something starts to work harder than usual, not his brain overridden by battle tactics and that of survival— but his heart, beating fast like a well oiled machine (and more importantly like a normal teenage boy). 

Jason reaches out to rub the soot away from your cheek, but when you pull him in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him, he finds himself to be stained by you all the same.