#percy and will accepts and understands

[wercobubblvs]

Nico: Sorry i called you a fucking idiot i was trying to flirt.

[milquetoad]

of the many injustices put forth toward the show by fans i think the most overall damaging and telling of a complete lack of critical viewership is the idea that sam riegel builds his characters with nothing more than the bit in mind. like you are only telling on yourself if you think characters like scanlan shorthalt and veth brennato are one-dimensional and depthless

[demigods-posts]

remember when nico came out to percy, admitting he had a crush on him, and annabeth just high-fived him? because i do, and i don't see anybody talking about it

[iamrizaka]

AU where Lee still dies I'm BotL and Kronos possesses Luke, but while Luke sulks inside his own mind he gets visited by another Lee, who is a collective image made from Luke's memories of him. But instead of supporting him and being lovable, Image-Lee is passive-agressive, curses him out and constantly tells him "to shut the fuck up and do something."

Luke regrets his decisions? "A little late for that, dontcha think?"

Luke tells him about how much he loved him? "You missed your chance, asshole."

Luke thinks about what he can do now? "Maybe start with taking control over your fucking body? You know, just a thought."

And when he dies and ends up in the Elysium, the real Lee — dead but real, not his mind playing with him — attacks him and yells at him.

Later — it's hard to keep track of time in the Underworld, but they manage — they stand good three feet away from each other and don't look at each other, and Luke lets himself smile. "I remember you right."

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

Do you ever think about the meaning of Meg’s title, as protector of Southern California. Is that just a symbolic title, such as Greek kings, or is it an anointment. Does her being the protector mean she is a god? A nature spirit? Does it even matter when people pray to her as if she was?

do you think, when she gets her first period, she sees a mix of red and gold. Because as she becomes a woman, she also becomes something other than human? Or if she’s wounded in battle, she sees how a reminder of her mortality is also a reminder of her lack of it?

does she at first use her powers to help everyone she can, assisting nature at any cost. And then people pray, and she can give them guidance. She is built temples out of groves and altars out of meadows. Then her blood turns gold and she feels her body becoming foreign. The prayers are overwhelming and she can’t help everyone. Someone is hurt, or killed, and she couldn’t save them. She realizes that there is no excuse, she could’ve solved it, she was a monster. Eventually she becomes powerful enough Zeus bothers with making sure she abides by his rules, his laws. And then she’s trapped in Olympian hell.

what started with a name she wanted to stay worthy of, turned into the very thing that was destroying her brother. She could no longer rebel even the slightest, because that would mean her dummy being punished, as well as the few people she allowed herself to be attached to. She’s young and she’s stuck because the beast could be killed but Zeus can’t. She can’t run away from him or being a god, shes stuck. She’s trapped the same way Apollo was trapped and she has no one to go to. All her mortal friends are dead and making new ones dooms her to a broken heart and them to an early grave.

do you ever think that Meg is very well aware of what immortality can do to a person, and how she would never want it. That no matter how hard she fights against it, people turn heroes into gods and it’s her that suffers for it. It’s her job to protect people which means it’s her job to handle divinity, no matter how young she’s stuck feeling, no matter the blood now oozing from her hands, which she can’t even pretend is her own. Do you ever think that Meg knows being a god is a curse, and she has no way of stopping it from infecting her with its creeping rot?

[holly-natnicole]

If I ever get around to writing a 'Percy Jackson' (2005) franchise & 'Avatar: the Last Airbender' (2005) franchise Crossover Alternate Multiverse that's set in A.t.L.A. but stars the P.J. characters (...or, more accurately, my P.J. A.M. rewrite timeline's versions of them), this is more or less how it'll go:

All of the Gods (Titans and Primordials included), nymphs, satyrs, monsters, giants, dwarves, elves, etc. are either humans or spirits (who gets which option varies);

All demigods, magicians, clear-sighted mortal humans, and non-clear-sighted mortal humans are humans;

Anyone controlling water, earth, sand, metal, electricity, fire, or wind in canon P.J. is a bender (as in, an elemental magic user in A.t.L.A. 'verse);

Anyone without elemental magic yet having some other type of magic is a bender if their canon P.J. magic can correspond to the canon A.t.L.A. abilities of benders;

A.t.L.A.'s Inuit and East Asian influences stay, but I'll add at least 1 location based on East Africa and at least 1 location based on West Africa plus at least 1 location based on South Asia along with at least 1 location based on South Europe;

Although the setting is mostly East Asian, the people's respective ethnicities vary a lot more thus there are ethnically black folks, ethnically white folks, Native Americans who aren't Inuits, etc. in the story (however, I'll make sure each canon Asian character from P.J. gets several Chapters/Episodes focused on them as individuals);

Estelle is an earthbender born in & raised at the Southern Water Tribe and Percy & Jeremias & Felix are waterbenders from the Southern Water Tribe,

Frank is the Avatar & from the Northern Water Tribe (his predecessor was Aeolus who ran away from the Northern Air Temple to the North Pole at age 16 after 4 years of dealing with huge pressure from being the Avatar, unaware that his people were slaughtered by the Fire Nation shortly after he left, then got frozen for 80 years by the Avatar Spirit before dying),

Will is (1 of 10 halfsibs &) a healing-focused waterbender from the Northern Water Tribe whose healing-focused firebender bio dad Apollon ran away from the Fire Nation (where he was born) at age 12 alongside his nonbender older bio fraternal twin Artemiana who founded a celibate team called the Hunters after she trained with the Hekate Warriors (Hekate was the Avatar before Aeolus and died from old age when 248),

Luke (whose bio dad Mermes is an airbender descended from Air Nomads) & Annabeth & Clarisse & Hylla & Reyna & T.J. & Mallory & Gunilla & Julian are nonbenders who are Hekate Warriors living on a small island located between the Earth Kingdom and the Southern Water Tribe (healing-focused waterbender Magnus lives on the island too, with his & Annabeth's non-combatant nonbending legally adoptive dads Blitzen and Hearthstone, but Magnus barely knows how to swing a sword or sail),

Meg is a plant-focused waterbender from the Foggy Swamp Tribe,

Jaz is a healing-focused waterbender from the Northern Water Tribe,

Cleo is a sand-focused earthbender from the Si Wong Desert (plus she likes using her bending to harden the sand into stone to make statues),

Samirah & Alex are nonbending Air Nomad descendants who were born in the Si Wong Desert then their complicated family moved to the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se (secretly keeping their own culture's customs alive as much as possible, though Samirah is more concerned with historical preservation than her genderfluid sibling since Alex isn't as focused on traditions) and do their best to keep innocent people safe from the Dai Li,

Walt is an earthbender who manages to figure out bonebending (which 'bout a century prior Plades had figured out too, his 3 kids seeing him use it) thanks to help from the spirit Anubis as Walt is spiritually enlightened enough to see spirits even when they don't take on a physical form (nonbender Bast was his spirituality teacher thus Walt decides to teach Nico & Hazel when he meets them, to pass on communication with spirits & bonebending),

Carter & Sadie are airbender bio fullsibs who travel all over the World with their nonbender bio dad Julius Kane whose dead wife Ruby was an Air Nomad descendant like him plus his dead bio fullbro Amos was an airbender (which is why Sadie & Kane haven't really been trained since their dad is terrified of losing them too),

Zia & Alyssa are earthbenders and from 1 of the Fire Nation colonies in the Earth Kingdom,

Rachel is a wealthy spirit-touched nonbender from Gaoling in the Earth Kingdom who has visions of the future & the past,

Bianca & earthbenders Luna & Nico & Hazel were born in the early days of the war but their dad Plades (who is Hazel & Luna & Nico's bio dad and Bianca's stepdad) put them in the Spirit World then Grover – a nonbender from the Earth Kingdom who lives as a nomad – gets kidnapped into the Spirit World during Frank's adventures & meets the sib trio who join Team Avatar (although, Luna & nonbender Bianca soon leave it to join the Hunters),

Reyna eventually leaves the Hekate Warriors to join the Hunters,

Foívi is a healing-focused waterbender born in & raised at the Fire Nation who ran away then at age 17 joined the Hunters who taught her to become a tracking expert,

Zoë is an Air Nomad descendant – through Atlas, along with being the bio daughter of Pleione who was a waterbender from the Southern Water Tribe – & a nonbender who at age 14 was the 1st person to join the newly created Hunters team,

Calliope is an airbender who figured out how to use wind to generate lightning and at age 16 joins the Hunters,

Thalia is a lightning-focused firebending princess from the Fire Nation who ran away after her bio halfbro prince Jason was on his 3rd birthday left by Fire Lord Zeter to be eaten by wolves solely for having airbent (Zeter himself is a lightning-focused firebender who – coz of help from his Northern Water Tribe descendant born-in-the-Fire-Nation nonbending first wife Metis – killed Sanos with a potent poison mixed into the previous Fire Lord's usual mustard and wine sauce),

Jason isn't ripped apart by wild wolves coz his Air Nomad descendant born-in-the-Fire-Nation nonbending bio mum Jura manages to convince the wolf spirit Lupa to save her son by paying with her own memories then Lupa decides to adopt Jason since she had 2005 years prior adopted a pair of orphaned baby identical twins named Romulus & Remus,

Piper is a Cherokee nonbender from the rich Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se the capital city of the Earth Kingdom (living there alongside her 6 halfsibs), and

Leo is a firebender whose flames burning his nonbender bio mum Esperanza to death traumatised him thus he ran away from the Fire Nation (age 3 at the time & almost immediately joined by Thalia who was age 6) then joined the Hunters (alongside Thalia) and a decade later he became Team Avatar's mechanic (having been taught by nonbender bio fullsibs Charlie & Nyssa how to improve his mechanic skills).

That 'bout covers the basics of this story, right? I'll figure out the details later.

[faeriefully]

my friend from grad school is telling me about his ideas for a Percy Jackson sequel rewrite, and it’s amusing to listen to a guy who’s probably a little older than me come up with ideas that I’ve already written out from the time I was 16…

[localburntoutkid]

defending percy jackson on tumblr isnt enough i need to channel his dangerous powers and catapult haters into the pacific ocean using geysers.

[botls]

HE MUST BE THE ONE PH MY GODDDDDD

[eldritchmochi]

i am going to become an intimacy coordinator but specifically for cosplayers and their guns

[batdiangelo]

I love this post so much; I wanna use it as a jumping point for my OCs in my fanfic.

Like op says, Thalia and Annabeth, while they see differently, they both can’t give Luke the knife. Either out of hatred or love, they can’t do it.

My ocs, Grayson and Damien; who’ve known Luke a little less longer than Thalia and Annabeth (they met up before the cyclops incident) are similar. They both can’t hand Luke the knife either.

Grayson can’t out of fear of being stabbed. Without spoilers, he can’t hand the knife to Luke and turn his back out of fear he’ll be stabbed in it by the very man he considered his brother. He doesn’t trust him anymore.

Damien could, in theory; but it would take a lot and since he’s only 15 when the battle comes; he isn’t emotionally equipped to do it. He idolized Luke for years, did exactly as told and tried to be just like the son of Hermes. But something happens and all that heroic vision melts away and Damien can’t see anything but a desperate man who knows he’s going to lose either way. He could, in theory hand him the knife, but that means accepting the fact his hero, his brother will die.

They all see one facet of Luke— they see him all one specific way, through fear, love, hate, whatever; and they can’t see past that.

Percy can. Percy is the outlier; he can see all their points, and with his own experiences; he can hand Luke the knife only when Luke deserves it.

Like I’ve said before; this story I’m working on is going to be tragic; but only because it was always meant to end this way. There is no other way.

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[wqlfstqr]

Could u write something where percy and reader are like frenemies and on a boneyard party a camper is hitting on reader, even tho she's clearly no interested, and percy intervenes. But then she's mad at him because she could handle it herself and they end up angrily making out.

◟𖥻 don't touch her : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

Percy can't stand her most of the times, yet he's the first one to come running like a knight in shining armor when she needs help— she loves hates it.

warnings: no cabin mentioned for reader, mentions of violence/blood.

The music filled the air and the party was already in full swing when she arrived, campers gathered at the edge of the forest, fairy lights hanging off branches, someone from the Hecate cabin handing ominous sparkly drinks to people. It felt weird and chaotic, very camp.

And he was there. Of course. There was no camp-halfblood gathering without Percy Jackson. She rolled her eyes once she spotted him talking to Grover, a red cup in his hand as he threw his head back and laughed. He was effortlessly cool and so annoyingly handsome.

But she ignored him, which wasn't difficult at all because they had different friend groups, She danced with friends, let herself have fun, and the start of the night was great.

Until she went to get herself a drink, finally relaxed enough to accept whatever the hecate kid was offering, a smile on her face until a boy she barely knew was suddenly standing next to her.

"You look like you could use a drink." he said, using his hand to call out the boy making the drinks.

"I can get my own, thanks." she replied, shutting down the conversation by turning her body towards the hecate kid.

But he didn’t leave.

"Don't be like that, i'm just trying to be nice." He said, stepping too close for her liking. "I've seen you around. You're cute."

Just when she was about to ignore him, he reached to touch her shoulder. It was a minimal touch, but she didn’t like random people touching her, so she was ready to tell him off— But he was suddenly gone.

Yanked backwards.

And then Percy was suddenly standing besides her, his jaw tight. "She already said no, buddy."

The other boy scoffed. "Relax, Jackson, it's not like she's your girlfriend or something."

She rolled her eyes, but once again Percy was quicker with his reply. "I'm not, but I'll break your nose if you don't back off."

It escalated fast. Way too fast. The other guy shoved him, and before she could process it, punches were flying. A few campers yelled, and some of them tried to pull them apart.

Eventually, some Ares camper was able to drag the other guy away. But he didn’t get away without a bleeding lip, just where Percy's punch had landed.

Percy, on the other hand, didn’t look affected at all except for his bloody knuckles. But he paid no mind to that as she grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the crowd, he almost tripped over his feet but immediately followed her.

"Did that asshole do something to you?" Percy asked when they finally stopped.

He surely wasn't expecting her to suddenly hit his shoulder. Of course, the shove didn’t even hurt him a little. "What the hell was that, Jackson?"

Percy shrugged, still breathless. "He was bothering you."

She was mad, and if he wasn't annoyed too, he would've found it cute. "I had it under control!"

"He touched you." He replied, not understanding why she was mad to begin with.

"See, I know everyone around here has made you felt like you're some sort of hero they need, but I don't need you to come like some kind of knight in shining armor." She hissed.

Percy ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Can't you just say thank you and move on? He shouldn't have been touching you."

There’s silence for a moment, Percy thinks maybe he finally— yeah no.

"Of course you would think I have to thank you when I didn’t even ask you to help to begin with."

He opened his mouth to answer, but she cut him off, taking a step closer.

"And why the fuck would you care about someone else touching my shoulder?" she jabbed a finger against his shoulder. "You don't even like me, half of the time you're annoyed with me."

Suddenly, his hand shot up, catching her wrist before she could jab him again. His hold wasn't rough, just enough to stop her. Her brassy words dying in her lips as she stared at him, almost surprised.

"I just care, okay?" he said, quietly.

And then he was pulling her forward.

The distance between them vanished. In one second she was blinking, and the next one his mouth was on hers.

It wasn't soft, or careful. It was heated. A mess of tension and all the things they never said. All the feelings they held back for so long in one kiss. And she kissed him back.

Her free hand gripped the fabric of his shirt, his arm wrapping around his waist, anchoring her against him like he was scared she would suddenly vanish without warning.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, she stared at him with widened eyes, his hand still holding her wrist.

"You kissed me!"

"You kissed me back!"

They stared at each other for a long moment.

And then she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in to kiss him again.

And Percy? Gods, he could get used to that.

[targaryenluvs]

— OPPOSITES ATTRACT

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader (romantic) percy jackson x reader (platonic)

summary: the one where percy jackson has to wrap his head around the fact that the nicest person he’s met at camp, is dating clarisse.

warnings: kinda crack ficy in my opinion, fluff, smooches, capture the flag, reader is percy’s saving grace, percy sees the reader as a sister

a/n: i just got inspired okay? ✊🏽

percy’s feet were booming, heard from afar as he ran to the creek’s shore. the ares trio hot on his tail as they chased him down. he knew he couldn’t run forever, he’d have to fight, but how on earth was he going to win against three trained teens?

as if clarisse wasn’t frightening enough already, her scream sent literal chills down percy’s back, guess she really likes spears? he thought to himself.

the sounds of cheers and celebration drew the pairs attention as luke planted the opposing teams flag into the floor. they’d lost. percy felt clarisse’s grip falter, only slightly, but not when she saw the flag, clarisse’s eyes were currently trained on something behind him. more bullies? “there you are! i was waiting for you, wanted to show you my new and improved skills.”

clarisse let go of him and he couldn’t believe it, the rage in her eyes seemed to dissipate the second you came around. you, the sweetest person he’d met here, were friends with that thing?

that thing was capable of feelings?

his jaw dropped at the sight of clarisse’s hands on your cheeks, listening to you ramble on about who you’d fought and defeated in the woods, the pretty butterfly you’d seen. percy’s eyes were so close to popping out of his skull as clarisse kissed you, deeply. then he wanted to vomit as hands traveled and tongues met.

at dinner that night you sat by luke and chris, happily eating away as your hand rested on a book infront of you. “hey perce! come sit down.” you patted the space next to you as he accepted. “what’re you reading?” percy stared at the cover you’d flipped over to display to him, well he wasn’t expecting that. “where’d you get it from?” you pointed towards your girlfriend proudly, “she said she knew i’d like it, isn’t that sweet?”

percy’s weird version of a smile caused you to frown, “your smile is scaring me.” he immediately dropped it as you laughed, causing him to nudge you. “don’t be rude, i’m just a baby.” percy hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone since his mother. you pinched his cheeks, “naw, yes you are.” he swatted your hands away as you giggled, percy stared at you, studying you.

shining eyes, a beaming smile and an enchanting personality, truly a daughter of aphrodite, yet you dated clarisse. it didn’t make sense in his head, but from what little scenes he’d seen between the two of you, if you were happy than he was too, “what do you see in clarisse? why are you with someone so—” you turned to look his way, percy was worried you’d be offended.

but of course you weren’t, “because i like her percy, and she likes me. she’s absolutely gorgeous, if she wasn’t already a daughter of ares or i didn’t know? for sure aphrodite. and, people are always misunderstood, just because someone seems like a bad person, doesn’t mean they are. when clarisse and i are together, i see the best parts of her, always. i love her regardless, but there’s obviously things that you don’t tell everybody you just meet, or if you aren’t super comfortable with a person then you won’t show all the parts of yourself. i think, when you love someone you accept all parts of them, the good, the bad, the worst. you love someone despite their flaws. clarisse is good to me, and i like her, that’s all that matters. you’ll understand when you find someone yourself perce.”

he sat still, raking over your words in his head, “if one person can feel that way about someone else, they’d explode.” you laughed at his words, he was still young of course, he’d understand soon, you had a feeling. “i’d happily explode because of how much i love her.” you glanced back at her, only she wasn’t there.

“well i don’t want you to explode, i do want to spend my night with you.” clarisse stood behind you with her arms crossed, you could see percy tense up at her presence. with your hand on his, and your eyes reassuring him, he smiled, “i’m happy for you, but if she try’s anything i’m more than happy to beat her ass for you even if i’m broken in half.”

clarisse couldn’t hear his whispers, thank god. your smile was small, placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed percy’s forehead, “my protector, now no one can try anything with me huh? thank you perce, if you need anything here at camp, or if you just want to talk and eat those blue foods of yours—” his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as you recovered from the force.

“thank you.”

“any day perce, any time.”

and percy sat back, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand. a clear thought rung through his head.

opposites attract.

[cece693]

Handcuffs (Hannibal Lecter x GN! Reader)

Just wanted a break from writing Percy Jackson fics, so here's something for my favorite slasher :)

Summary: You made Hannibal Lecter fall in love with you, however, that doesn't mean that your cannibal suddenly turns into a normal person. You can't declaw a predator, nor do you want to.

tags: possessive Hannibal, reader loves him, insecurity, handcuffs, no funny business though ☹️

Hannibal was a man of little emotions, his person suit knitted tightly to conceal the darkness he harbored within. But after he met you, that meticulous facade he had spent his entire life perfecting turned to nothing. He allowed you to see him—see past the elegant, cultured mask to the predator lurking beneath. You saw the monster Hannibal Lecter was, and loved him regardless. You didn’t flinch from the truths others would fear, didn’t shy away from the hunger in his eyes or the blood on his hands. You accepted him, wholly, and in that acceptance, Hannibal found a kind of vulnerability he had never allowed himself to feel.

So, to be frightened of losing that bond—over something as trivial as a fleeting conversation—was not irrational to him. You and he were bound together, sewn tightly by an unspoken understanding, an irrevocable trust. It was not love in the conventional sense; it was something deeper, darker, like two conjoined twins who could not survive a separation. You were his, and the very idea of another daring to encroach on what belonged to him was an affront Hannibal could not tolerate.

You lay on the bed, one wrist tethered to the headboard by a pair of handcuffs. The metal was cool and unyielding against your skin, biting just enough to remind you of your restraints without truly hurting. Hannibal stood beside you, his form still as he observed you with that unnerving intensity, his eyes reflecting the dim light like those of a wolf caught between the urge to protect its territory and to devour it whole.

There was no anger in his face, only a calm so controlled it bordered on unnerving. It was the kind of calm that came before a storm—before a decision was made, or a life was taken. You knew better than to argue. The situation was absurd in its own way, but also unmistakably Hannibal. This was his way of showing love, his twisted, possessive proof that he could not and would not risk losing you. After all, if he didn’t care, you would not be breathing right now.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze with steady resolve. “You know that, Hannibal.”

He remained silent, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he watched you. Then he took a step closer, his fingers brushing over the curve of your cheek, trailing down to your jaw. The touch was gentle, but there was a possessiveness in the way his thumb grazed your skin.“The fault is not yours,” he conceded, his voice a low murmur. “But there are others—pigs—who think they can encroach upon what is mine.”

He moved his hand lower, letting his fingers curl around the cuff on your wrist. “I am not a man who shares,” he continued, his voice like dark velvet, smooth but edged with something dangerous. “Nor am I one who takes kindly to trespassers. You belong to me.”

“And I do,” you replied softly, letting the words fall between you like a vow. “You don’t have to worry. No one else even comes close.”

For a moment, Hannibal's expression softened, though only slightly. He leaned in, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with something unmistakably him. “You speak as though you understand,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against your ear, “but humans are fickle creatures. Even the strongest bonds can unravel if pulled upon by the wrong hands.”

You tilted your head just enough for it to hover near his ear. A whisper, a vow. “Not ours. Not this.” You rattled the cuff slightly for emphasis, giving a faint smile. “You don’t need these, Hannibal. You know I’m not going anywhere.”

A shadow of something almost like doubt flickered in Hannibal's face, which you didn't catch. Hannibal was not a man who often second-guessed himself, but when it came to you, there was a vulnerability he despised, a quiet dread that perhaps, one day, he would wake to find you gone.

Instead of unlocking the cuff, Hannibal eased himself onto the bed beside you. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he slid close, his arm looping around your waist with a possessive grip that didn’t quite loosen. He pressed his chest against your side, his legs intertwining with yours as though to form a barrier, ensuring you could not slip away even if you wanted to.

You felt his breath stir the hairs on the back of your neck as he spoke, his voice low and almost tender. “It is not you I distrust,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “It is the world. The world is full of banal, foolish people who do not understand the bond we share. I will not allow anyone to fracture it.”

His hand moved up your back, his fingers splaying against your spine as though grounding himself in the reality of your presence. “You have spoiled me, my dear,” he continued, his tone dropping to a near whisper, “with your loyalty, with your love. And now, I am left with the knowledge that I could not bear to be without you.”

You nestled closer to him, feeling the tension gradually bleed from his form as he adjusted his hold around you. The handcuff remained fastened, but it felt less like a restraint now, more like a reminder of his claim on you. His thumb traced small circles over your skin, soothing in its rhythm.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said softly, your voice laced with affection. “You’re stuck with me, Hannibal. Whether you like it or not.”

He let out a low, almost inaudible chuckle, a rare sound that warmed your heart and made you fall more in love with this monster. “Indeed,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as though he could seal the promise into your skin. “And I would not have it any other way.”

As his breathing began to slow, the grip around your waist eased just enough to allow you to shift comfortably against him. But even in sleep, his arm remained draped over you, his fingers curling possessively into the fabric of your clothes. It was a silent promise, a wordless reminder that even in his most vulnerable moments, he would not let you go.

You listened to the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat, steady and strong, a soothing lullaby that seemed almost out of place for a man who carried so much darkness inside him. But it was real—just like his love for you, just like the monster you had chosen to love in return.

As the darkness of the room wrapped around you both, you let your eyes close, feeling the weight of his possessiveness settle over you like a protective shroud. There was comfort in knowing that you belonged to him—and that he belonged to you in return, even if it was in the most unconventional, twisted way.

[notseaweedbrain]

I won’t go as far to say that anyone that likes the adaptation is an idiot… you’re allowed to like what you like but I’ve been a diehard fan for more than a decade and seeing multiple adaptations fail is frustrating

whoever thinks this adaption is good and accurate is an idiot. the pacing is bad the acting is bad the script is bad the transitions are horrible the changes they have made to the story are confusing and don't make sense and I feel sorry for anyone who is watching this show with no prior pjo experience bc it's absolutely nonsensical. why did they make gabes abuse less noticable, why are they villainizing grover, why did they make annabeth a mean stalker, why are there just random scenes that make absolutely zero sense

I don't understand why it's so hard to take a book and make it into a TV show when you literally have the guidelines right there. his dark materials did it (for the most part) the last of us did it from a video game. why can't they do it for pjo, why do we only get shit adaptions

[pigfacedbitch]

Let's Break Up (I)

summary : you try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend.

word count : 0.5k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Nico Di Angelo x Reader

warning/s : none.

here is my masterlist! Part II is composed of Leo, Frank, and Will.

Jason Grace

"Let's break up."

Jason is formally trained to remain calm and level-headed in the most drastic of situations ever since he was young.

So if you're expecting him to look surprised or upset, he won't.

Don't be fooled though, he may look like he's listening as you explain but deep inside this electric boy is panicking! 😂

"Okay, Jason. What in Jupiter's name have you done to make (Y/N) upset? Think! THINK!"

It might take a while for Jason to respond because he is torn between asking you what he can do to fix it, what he did wrong, or just be desperate and beg you to stay with him.

So he does what any Roman would do in his place. Accept his fate.

He fixes his composure and coughs a little to avoid his voice from cracking.

"If that's what you think is best, I understand-"

"It's just a prank, love."

"Thank the gods."

You never knew your boyfriend could sigh that hard.

Jason laughs in relief and hugs you tightly, like he wasn't thinking of crying his heart out and eating ice cream alone in the Zeus cabin later.

He'll never tell you that though.

Percy Jackson

"I want to break up."

"Nope."

Percy just can't see the two of you breaking up. No matter how much he tries, he knows it's literally imposible.

He already has a list of plans; when he will propose, where to get married, where you'll spend the rest of your lives together, how many children you two will have, and their names. Even the number of pets allowed in your future home.

But you don't give up easily.

"What do you mean, no? Isn't that my decision?"

"OUR decision, (Y/N). And I say no."

"But-"

"No buts, baby. If you're tired of this relationship then rest. We'll try again in the morning."

You just pout in defeat, taking a bite of the blue chocolate chips cookies his mother made for him before he left for Camp Half-Blood.

He smirks like the handsome devil he is, pulling you into his arms and lays his head on your shoulder.

"There's no getting rid of me, (Y/N). You're stuck with me forever."

He doesn't notice the small smile on your face, preferring not to have it any other way.

Nico Di Angelo

"I was thinking of breaking up."

He would shadow travel even before you could say another word.

Just YEETS HIMSELF OUT😌

Good luck trying to find him because he would be nowhere to be found. You already asked everyone yet nobody knows where he is.

Hours passed, no sign of him. You got truly worried that you can't even fall asleep.

You were just laying on your bed, staring into nothing when you hear a knock on your window.

It's Jules-Albert, holding a bag of McDonalds with your favorite foods and drink. It also has a note.

"Just think about what you said with a full stomach. You do stupid shit when you're hungry."

You don't know if you should be offended or laugh.

Still in your pajamas, you run to the Hades cabin and knock on his door. No one answers.

You do feel a pair of arms around your waist and cold nose nuzzling your neck.

You turn your head to kiss Nico's cheek as he leans more into you. He then whispers in your ear-

"I love you, tesoro mio. Don't scare me like that again."

Gods, you didn't have the heart to tell him it was a prank.