#poseidon: …second worse

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

here is the second poseidon 'snippet'. this takes place after this part! hope you guys enjoy a little look into poseidon's home life...

first snippet here!

there's a masterlist now!

*not long after poseidon had received telemachus’ gift and said good night to everyone*

poseidon: *making his way through the ithacan palace’s halls to the entrance for the gardens*

poseidon: *holds a hand to where the gift is kept in his chiton and thinks back to all of telemachus' questions and interest in him* 

poseidon: *internally to himself* hmm i wonder what he would have thought, if he knew his father’s and mine’s true relationship-

odysseus: *calling from behind poseidon* poseidon!

poseidon: *jumps a little because he didn’t hear odysseus approaching*

poseidon: *puts his hand down and turns to face odysseus*

poseidon: odysseus…i’ve been gone only moments, what have i possibly done?

odysseus: nothing-

poseidon: *hand on his hip* what do you want then? 

poseidon: *pinches his nose bridge with his free hand*  please don’t say another dinner

odysseus: what- no!- *coughs*  

odysseus: trust me there will be no family dinners for a while…

odysseus: *under his breath* sitting for hours next to you was enough ruthlessness for one evening

poseidon: *dropping his hand from his face* what was that?

odysseus: i said what i said

poseidon: *rolls his eyes* well next time, maybe don’t let my niece get involved

odysseus: *grinning* oh so you want a next time then?

poseidon: *hand drops from hip and slightly panicking* THAT’S NOT- I MEAN-

odysseus: *tucks hair behind his ear* 

odysseus: oh poseidon, as good as that sounds….

odysseus: *now has his arms crossed over his chest* 

odysseus: *facade drops* …no thanks.

poseidon: *sigh of relief* 

poseidon: just- just tell me why you’re here

odysseus: *still in little shit mode* i mean this is my palace, i do live here

poseidon: *about to start pulling out his own hair in frustration* 

poseidon: odysseus…please

odysseus: *grin returns* yes, yes, go on, since you’ve already proven you’re so good at begging…

poseidon: *scowls* 

odysseus: *grin finally leaves his face and his arms return to his sides*

odysseus: ok look… i just thought, considering i was the host for this evening, i would follow xenia and escort you back to the cove…

poseidon: *sighs*

poseidon: *shakes his hand in front of him in a ‘no worries’ motion*

poseidon: no need… i’m able to make my own way back home

odysseus: are you sure? i mean they are your brother’s rules…

odysseus: *not really wanting to ever see zeus again after his last experiences*

poseidon: *dropping his hand and snorting out a laugh* i’ll make sure my brother doesn’t bother anyone about the lack of normal hospitality tonight

poseidon: *turning back around to leave* go back to your family odysseus

odysseus: *not to look a gift horse in the mouth* uh sure

odysseus: *about to turn and make his way back to the dining hall*

poseidon: *from over his shoulder* oh and odysseus?

odysseus: uh yeah?

poseidon: …don’t go easy on my niece

poseidon: remember… ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

odysseus: *rolls his eyes and while he now knows that phrase isn’t true now….he decides to humor poseidon* 

odysseus: wasn’t planning on it.

*both leave in opposite directions*

*a short while later in poseidon’s palace*

poseidon: *walking into the bedroom* wife i’m back

*no response or movement*

poseidon: *raised eyebrow as he thought she’d be home* amphitrite?

*still nothing*

poseidon: *sighs* i guess she made last minute plans for tonight

poseidon: *goes to get changed when he remembers about his gift*

poseidon: *takes the gift out of his chiton, unwraps it and looks at it again*

poseidon: *remember telemachus' smile from the happiness of him accepting it*

poseidon: *huffs a laugh at the fact that odysseus produced a son that may look identical to him, but completely different in personality* 

amphitrite: what’s got you laughing? what do you have there?

poseidon: *quickly shoves the gift back in his chiton, and turns to face his wife*

poseidon: *dodging her question* i thought you weren't here… you didn’t respond to my calls

amphitrite: i was just checking on fysallída, he hadn’t been his usual self tonight.

poseidon: *eyes widen in worry* 

poseidon: what do you mean? he was fine earlier! is he sick? should i call apollo?

amphitrite: *smiles at poseidon’s worried rambling* 

amphitrite: *moves closer to poseidon and brushes her hand through his hair in comfort*

amphitrite: and he still is fine my love. i think he just missed you tonight.

amphitrite: also while our nephew may be able to help some animals… i don’t think sea creatures fall under his ability

amphitrite: besides, he was playing with pelagos and kýma 

poseidon: *the worry leaves his eyes* if you say so... i’ll just check on him before we go to sleep.

amphitrite: *hand leaves poseidon’s hair, and now joins her other one in crossing over her chest*

amphitrite: now, back to my original question…. what do you have there that had you laughing?

poseidon: *was hoping she’d forget* uh… uhh…

poseidon: …moly?

amphitrite: *raised eyebrow* 

amphitrite: the king of ithaca- odysseus gave you…moly? 

poseidon: *furrowed brows at the thought of odysseus giving him a gift*

poseidon: this isn't from odysse- *coughs* i mean- no… he didn't 

poseidon: it's… from his son.

amphitrite: *now has both her eyebrows raised in disbelief* 

amphitrite: the prince of ithaca, gave you moly.

poseidon: *now panicking as he's the god of the seas, not of lies* 

poseidon: well if you didn’t know…they're descended from hermes… 

poseidon: and he practically hands out this stuff… the prince probably didn’t know what it truly was.

amphitrite: *staring at the clear not moly shaped item, hidden in her husband’s chiton*

amphitrite: *deciding to leave it be for now* uh huh, whatever you say husband

*poseidon leaves the bedroom and heads to the palace reef gardens where amphitrite had not long come from*

*sensing the gods approach, bioluminescent corals light the area like oil lamps would on land*

poseidon: *staring out into the reef* hmm where is he?

poseidon: *makes a whistling noise like a dolphin’s echolocation*

*two whinny’ing noises are heard, then seconds later two hippocampi appear and are hurriedly making their way to poseidon*

poseidon: *strokes the both of them on their faces* yes, yes i'm home… where’s fysallída?

poseidon: *suddenly feels something small, bump repeatedly into him from behind and hears tiny grunting sounds*

poseidon: *snorts in laughter and turns around*

*the tiny grunting noises get louder and quicker in excitement, the small sea creature that has been bumping into poseidon is none other than…a small yellow pufferfish*

poseidon: *placing his hand out for fysallída to settle into* hello little one, i heard you caused amphitrite some worry earlier

*fysallída puffs out a little bit and then wiggles more into poseidon’s hand still making tiny noises*

poseidon: ah! none of that…i said i was going to be gone this evening

poseidon: besides, i can’t always be home, i do have godly things to do i'm sorry to say

*pelagos and kýma both whinny at poseidon’s back*

poseidon: *turning around with fysallída still in his hand* and we can’t forget, you have these two to keep you company

poseidon: now, i’ve had a long and tiring evening, so i’m going to retire for the night. 

*the pufferfish gives a final wiggle and swims out of his hand and then settles in between the two hippocampi*

poseidon: ok, you can all go back to whatever you three were doing-

*the three sea creatures all start to turn to leave*

poseidon: *putting one hand on his hip and raising the other to point at all of them, like he’s talking to children rather than sea creatures* 

poseidon: but! try not to get into too much trouble, yes fysallída i am talking to you mostly

*almost ignoring poseidon, they all quickly swim back in the original distance they came from*

poseidon: i swear to zeus, if i wake up to an angry nymph at my palace doors again…

*poseidon claps his hands and the bioluminescent corals dim in response, leaving the reef in darkness again. he then turns to go back inside his palace, and finally head to sleep for the night*

[trollocs-ooc]

The righteousness leaving Rikis body the minute he starts getting dicked down by a morally bad to morally gray entity

[lily-s-world]

When Rick said that we were going to have a Sally x Poseidon flashback, my mind thought about a nice day on the beach when they were getting to know each other. But no, oh no, that would have been too nice for Rick “I destroy lives” Riordan.

Instead, we got this heartbreaking moment of Sally desperately calling on Poseidon, because she is lost, she thinks she is doing everything wrong and that the only option is taking Percy to a place she doesn’t want him to go. And Poseidon shows up like 0.5 seconds after that calling, because ruling the sea can wait if Sally is crying, and he lets her talk and take out her frustration on him; because deep down he knows that is his fault. It is in his world that Percy is in danger, it is because he is his son that he will not have an easy life. Then Poseidon looks at this small child after Sally ask him if he want to talk to him, but he knows he can’t, no matter how much he wants too; because if Percy is already attracting monsters the presence of a god will only make it worse.

In that scene, they are just two parents trying to decide the best outcome for their kid in an incredibly unfair situation.

[anotheroceanid]

Im writing this instead of sleeping. Also, im writing directly on tumblr as the idea comes, but here it goes…

An Athenide Oneshot

Literature and history teachers loved her name.

That might sound nice, but truth is being the first child every teacher learns about at the beginning of of every school year was taxing.

It was always the same:

‘Do you know the story?’

‘How your parents picked it?’

‘… oh, sorry, I didn’t know you haven’t ever met your dad… But about the name, do you know the story?’

Yeah. Percy knew the story.

She’d rather not.

Something about being named after a goddess brought her just as much lucky as it did to the girl in the movie. You know, Juno. The one named after the goddess of marriage and then got a teenage pregnancy.

Or something like that.

Percy never watched that movie.

But what an irony that Percy was named after the girl who caused the first ever custody battle… As someone who never met her dad.

Don’t get her wrong, she got a great mother. On that side, the name worked like magic. Until it didn’t.

Because her mother was dead.

The gods were real.

Everyone in Cabin 6 looked at Percy like she stank.

She was sleeping in the ground of Cabin 11 being kicked through the night by some guy named Ethan.

And the only consolation prize she had was a Minotaur horn.

‘You’re being dramatic,’ Luke laughed when she complained about it to him, ‘Athena’s kids don’t hate you… Maybe a little, but that’s because you bathed their leader in toilet water.’

Percy groaned. ‘I hope they don’t make me pay for that.’

‘Don’t worry, nothing Hephaestus kids can’t fix.’ Luke gave her a pat on her back. ‘I mean, they don’t like working with plumbing, but you also almost drowned Clarisse, so it’s all settled. Mostly…’

‘My namesake’s fame comes from a magical fountain in one of the greatest cities of the ancient world.’ Percy mumbled. ‘And mine apparently comes from piss water.’

Luke chuckled. ‘Don’t be so harsh on yourself. Nobody ever gets a nice first week.’

‘Thank you Luke, this really helps.’

‘I, for one, think you got an awesome name.’

‘I know every bird joke ever. Against my will.’

Luke threw his head back in a laugh. ‘C’mon, let us not exchange owls for ravens.’ She kicked him. ‘Okay, that’s a bad one. But don’t hold this against me, I really think your name is nice. She was literally the only goddess once worth of respect.’

Percy stopped for a second and frowned. ‘Was? What she did to lose that respect? Let me guess, she ate that damn owl.’

Luke didn’t seem to find her joke funny. Great, now he was mad at her too, because apparently everyone slightly related to the Greek gods have some bird issue.

‘She died, Percy.’

‘Course she did.’ She rolled her eyes. Then she realised Luke wasn’t laughing. ‘She died? Weren’t gods meant to be, you know, immortal?’

Luke’s gaze shifted. He seemed to age ten years in ten seconds.

‘It’s rare, but happen. It’s called fading. But not in her case.’ His nostrils flared with rage. ‘Perse Athenide died after being turned mortal.’

‘She was turned mortal?’

‘Nobody knows what really happened. But she and Zeus had a real big fight in the fourties’, and she was punished by becoming mortal.’ He took a deep breath. ‘See, it happens sometimes. Happened to Apollo more than one time. But nobody knows why Athenide was turned human, just that she died like that.’

Oh.

Oh.

Percy heart raced, like she had just heard something she shouldn’t.

‘Athena got furious. Poseidon too.’ Luke revealed. ‘Instead of blaming Zeus, they turned against the other. Nobody knows why. The other gods… Well, without loyalty to put a leash on them, they became the rascals they are now. Us, demigods, were left forgotten. The kids of Athena got it worse. It’s pretty hard knowing nothing you are less than a substitute. Less than that, even.’

‘That’s not true.’ Percy snapped. It came out of her mouth without even crossing her mind. ‘I mean…’

‘It is.’ Luke interrupted. ‘Everyone knows it. It’s the same with Demeter’s kids and Persephone.’

‘Hm…’

‘They’re not mad at you.’ Luke sighed. ‘Cabin 6, I mean. They’re just annoyed that they have yet another reminding that they’re nothing to their mom.’

‘What a mean thing to say, Luke.’ Percy scolded him.

‘It’s true.’ He shrugged. ‘But it’ll pass. You’re new, you killed the Minotaur. Once this become old news, they’ll forget.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Course, Percy.’ He raised up. ‘It’s not like you’re the Athenide.’

[lovesickletters]

💜𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ ℰ𝒫ℐ𝒞 ℋℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈💜

(A/N: These are based purely off of the musical canon, and any references taken from the original Odyssey and mythos is purely inspiration 💜)

Odysseus | Penelope | Telemachus (platonic)

Penelope isn’t sure what to think at first when Odysseus brings you home, but she quickly grows attached. She understands Odysseus better than anyone so it’s not difficult for her to see what he sees in you, even if you might not see it yourself. She’s gentle and nurturing where Odysseus is rough and overprotective, teaching you more domestic activities and helping you learn how to live without constantly looking over your shoulder. Odysseus does more than enough of that for the three of you. If Penelope is always at your side then he’s always in your shadow, just a few steps behind you, constantly watching as if he’s afraid he might blink and you’d disappear before his eyes. Slaughter seeps through the palace walls, death pervades the air and you never seem able to scrub the blood free from the marble floors, it follows behind him like a cloak hanging off of his shoulders. You and Penelope do what you can to bring him some peace of mind, however fleeting. When the palace feels just a little bit too quiet and Penelope is preoccupied soothing Odysseus’s night terrors, Telemachus is a constant source of energy when you need it. His optimism is refreshing, and you can’t help but wonder if his father had been more like him before the two of you met.

Athena

The goddess of wisdom knows all too well that her feelings for you are… unnatural, at least by mortal standards. While not so perverse as those typical of her extended family, she isn’t unfamiliar with customary courting etiquette. And quite frankly, she’d rather not deal with all those messy emotions. If she bottles up all these feelings for you, and never acts on them, surely nothing can possibly go wrong. Gods forbid any of her relatives find out about the little mortal that had won her favour, she can’t imagine the kind of trouble their attention would bring. Although there’s certainly no harm in keeping a watchful eye over you, just in case.

Hermes

Being loved by the quick-footed Hermes is uplifting, if exhausting. He’s tireless in his pursuit of your heart, cropping up when you’re least expecting him. The second he has a free moment (and all his moments are free-willed) and you find yourself alone, there he is again. No matter how many times you try to tell him no, you can’t bring yourself to hate him, bringing you gifts and messages to try and win you over. Even if he does somehow seem to scare all your other suitors off. Now and then he takes you with him, showing you sights and wonders you’d never have dreamed of seeing, stealing your breath away in a gust every single time.

Calypso

Lonely, lonely Calypso. After so many years without another soul to latch onto for company is it such a surprise that she’d grow so infatuated with you in an instant? She’s so afraid you might leave her, she won’t even give you the chance to make up your mind on whether you want to leave or not. She showers you in affection, lavishes you with attention, trying so hard to make sure you never want for anything ever again. Of course, she can get a little overzealous at times… you can hardly blame her when your touch is such an irresistible prospect, can you? So try to ignore that creeping feeling of panic fluttering frantically in your chest and obediently let her ply you with all the love a goddess has to give!

Poseidon

There are few fates worse than being hunted down by the ocean, frankly. Even fewer when you consider that the ocean has a penchant for threatening to drown entire nations in order to get his way, and a history of being ruthless with those who hurts those he considers his own. You’d better hope you’re with Odysseus’s crew if you want to survive Poseidon relatively unscathed, and pray that he doesn’t consider the risk of keeping you to outweigh the reward. In short; there’s very little chance of winning when the god of the seas is infatuated with you, and a very high chance you’ll end up hopeless if you don’t cave in to his demands quickly. And he would still tell you you’re lucky it was him whose eye you caught and not his brother’s.

Zeus

Speak of the devil, Poseidon wasn’t entirely wrong. It’s no secret that the attention of the King of the Gods was a bittersweet award. Any say you might’ve had on the matter is swept away by roiling clouds and silenced by the rumble of thunder. When Zeus wants something there’s no arguing with him, not for Heaven nor Earth. And to your complete and utter misfortune he wants you, something not even Odysseus nor any of the other gods can do much about. Your body and soul was his the moment he laid eyes on you. With a little luck you might be able to get something out of it, although it’s far more likely he’d steal away before you have a chance to plead your case.

[kupidachillea]

I really liked you're yanderr Olympians x Reader :3 is it okay to ask for some hcs on yan! Hermes and reader? Only if its okay either you!!

Yandere Hermes x Reader Hcs! (Or imagines)

Author note: This will be kind of connected to the original Olympians x Reader hcs, hope you don’t mind. But also thank you for the request hope you enjoy.

TW (trigger warning): The writing ahead contains mentions of emotional manipulation, gaslighting, general yandere and toxic behaviour, manipulation, slight abuse(bondage). Please note that I don’t condone any of these things and everything here is fiction. With that said, please read at your own discretion.

✉️- You’re lonely..of course you are. How could you not be when yourself stuck on this mountain?

🪶- Most would consider it an honour, a blessing even, but you knew better. It was a curse, and there was no way to convince you otherwise.

✉️-You had tried multiple times to try and escape. Try to flee only to end up right back where you didn’t want to be. Usually this would end in you being bound in chains of gold, infused with magic or worse things that left scars to tell what happened. The gods found it amusing. Watching you struggle and act all defiant.

🪶- It was their form of entertainment. “How cute..” Poseidon would muse since your latest attempt to escape. “I don’t know why the mortal keeps trying to…they’re not going to make it off this mountain. Alive that is..” Hera would sigh. She didn’t really care much, though she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t pity you in the slightest.

✉️- You just couldn’t take it anymore. You were sick of being up here, you’ve been in the mountain long enough to memorise where all the rooms and paths were.. it was downright ridiculous.

🪶- You didn’t care if you escaped anymore..all you wanted to do was touch the grass again..to listen to the birds in the trees and to feel the running water of the streams and rivers.

✉️- you wished that someone, anyone would hear you wishes and at least grant you 30 minutes of freedom..if you could even call it that. However fortunately (or unfortunately) for you..there was one such person that heard your cry. A certain someone that wasn’t afraid to bend the rules or stir up trouble. Whether it be for the benefit of others, himself or even to deliver a simple message.

🪶- Hermes was that god. He had been listening in to your little cries of despair and felt your home sickness from a mile away. How could he not take this opportunity given to him to care for his favourite lover? He was the god of travelling after all, among other things so he just had to step in.

✉️- And so the feathered friend (or rather fiend) approached you as somewhat of an angel of light. Opening a door for you that you had assumed was shut forever.

🪶- “Wouldn’t you like to get off of this old rock, hm~?” He would ask, a slight hum in his voice as he floated in front of you. You were sat on the marble floor, probably sulking a bit to yourself until the messenger had showed up. Without a second thought to his words you nodded. Wasting no time in taking his hand, so excited that you missed the devious little grin that had started to appear on his lips.

✉️-And that..was the beginning of what you thought would be a great companionship.

. 🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.🪶.

🪶- Over the course of those few days to a week, you and Hermes spent time away from the mountain and down on earth in the forest near mount Olympus.

✉️- And you had to admit; they were great. For once you felt like you were actually enjoying yourself. While you would enjoy the greenery and flora, Hermes would make up excuses for why you couldn’t spend time with the other Olympians.

🪶- He of course being a trickster did what he did best. Of course the others weren’t happy, especially Apollo who had demanded to see you but Hermes wouldn’t let him.

✉️- He even threatened majority of the surrounding nymphs and satyrs to not say a word about what he was doing. Obviously they listened though one particular satyr needed a little reminder on why snitches get stitches…let’s just say that Hermes acquired a new horn after that incident…

🪶- When Hermes wasn’t threatening the lowkey forest creatures he was with you. Sweet talking you..trying to get you to relax more around him. And you did to some extent. Just enough to let him touch and hold your hand..

✉️- But that wasn’t enough for Hermes. He thought he deserved more. Of course he did.. so he pushed. Being a little more greedy than he should’ve.

🪶- “Y’know..We’ve been spending a lot of time with each other and not once have you offered me a kiss..” He spoke one day while you were sitting near a stream next to him. You hummed in response, not really sure how to respond. “I guess..I’m not all too ready for that yet..” you would reply.

✉️- This caused the messenger god to furrow his brows. Lifting his helmet up a bit to get a better look at you. “And why not..?” He asked..his voice taking on a slightly aggressive tone. This would cause you to tense and shiver. “I just…can’t..I’m not ready..I-”

🪶- He didn’t let you finish, he grasped your wrist tightly and scowled. “You can’t ? After everything I’ve done for you? You can’t give me a simple kiss?” he hissed. His tone obviously took you by surprise considering how gentle he had been all this time. But you somehow started to feel..guilty? Why? Why did you feel guilty?

✉️- Hermes continued. “I saw you upset and wallowing in despair, I brought you out from the mountain to be happy. I’ve lied to my own family, my king! Just for you and this is how you repay me?!” Hermes was obviously lying again. He had no issue in lying to his family. He’s done it more times than anyone..he just wants you to feel bad..and it seemed to be working with how your eyes shrunk in fear and darted away with a hint of guilt. ‘Perfect’ he’d think to himself.

🪶- “Maybe I should’ve just left you alone. I doubt the others would’ve done what I did for you…in fact, maybe I should’ve bring you back up to the mountain and chain you down so that they can have their way with you- does that sound better, Dear ?” Hermes crooned..his voice was taunting yet threatening and your eyes widened when he threatened to leave you in the hands of the other Olympians. You frantically shook your head no, you didn’t want that..not at all.

✉️-A kiss truly wasn’t as bad as what the others would do to you. A kiss won’t hurt..right? You sheepishly took his hands in yours, your eyes pleading as you spoke. “Wait- no…please don’t do that.. I’m grateful, I truly am, Hermes. I’m sorry if I made it seem like I wasn’t..I was just..nervous..” You admitted and Hermes cooed..his eyes softening as he moved his hand to your cheek..stoking it gently with his thumb.

🪶- “Oh Darling..it’s okay, you have nothing to be nervous about..it’s just a kiss, right? You can do that for me, can’t you my little mortal?” He didn’t wait for an answer before leaning in and capturing your lips with his own. The action causing your heart to leap and your breath to catch in your throat.,you couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or excitement.

✉️-However, you eventually gave in..kissing the messenger go back which caused him to smirk against your lips. He pulled you into his body. His arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you more passionately. A soft moan leaving the god and the wings on the sides of his head fluttering with joy. Though you’re not sure if you share such a feeling. You felt something but you weren’t sure of it.

🪶- Soon enough Hermes pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath as he chuckled and stroked your hair. He rested your head in his chest and cooed while you stared at the grass with a conflicted expression on your face.

✉️- “There, there, my sweet mortal…You have nothing to fear. I’ll always be here for you..remember that.” Hermes would utter softly and you gulped subtly..wondering if you had just made a mistake in trusting the messenger god in the first place.

Author note: Oof, I wrote this at like 3am. I’m starting to realise my ‘HCs’ aren’t really like Hcs at all, but I still hope you all enjoy. Also forgive me. That kissing scene wasn’t really the best.. I was flip flopping between descriptive or not that descriptive 😭. But anyway hope you enjoy Anon!

[kaechu1]

FEM PIRATE X SIREN! POSEIDON !

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ note: here ray @plushiesssforcrying don't ever request something else /j

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ warning: none

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ content: this an au so Poseidon is just siren, no one is dead and everyone is happy. cocky Poseidon, a little misogynistic if i may say... mocking.. alot

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴art by: @/neal-illustrator

sealing through the sea is one of the few things that you love doing, you love the sea and it seems to love you back. at least that's what you keep telling yourself.

and now after months of sealing through the oceans and exploring the different islands you come upon it's time to go back to your home land. ithaca.

even with all islands you've come across nothing comes close to ithaca, it was your home and the only place who ever felt like it.

or at least the people there make you feel like it, your family.

you missed your brother, always wondering what he's doing, probably trying to keep the kingdom together or busy flirting with his wife, as usual. how about your sister? ehh she's probably doing the same.

having two married siblings was not your favorite thing, you actually hated it, they are always lovey dovey and keep talking about how much they love their spouse, it's annoying.

but even with all them being all over their spouse they never push you into marrying anyone or stop you from doing what you like, and you love them for that.

but to be honest your favorite wasn't your brother Odysseus or your sister ctimene. nor it's any of their spouses.

it was your nephew Telemachus.

he always looked up to you and always listened to your stories about your "adventures" as he loves to call it, he was always so excited when you come back to hear more of your stories, he even begged his parents to go with you, unfortunately your brother refused.

you always make sure to bring him something from everywhere you go so he can put it in his 'collection'.

as you rest in your room looking at the new jewelry you got from some land you just were on, "ctimene would go feral for this" you told yourself as you giggled at the idea.

then suddenly you hear the door of your room open. it was polites your second in command, since he wasn't married or didn't have anyone of ithaca he decided to join you, or your brother just hired him to look after you. no one know

"captain.. you need to see this.." you never heard polites so worried before, you know something must be horribly wrong if polites himself is worried.

"I'm coming" you said as you nod to him before putting your stuff away as you follow polites to the deck.

"did the one of crew start a fight again? i swear those big babie-" you said annoyingly at the thought of your crew starting a fight again, it happened at least two times this week.

but you weren't finished as polites cut you off. "no, i think it's something way worse" he said as his tone didn't change from when he first came. something must be dangerous.

as you reach the deck everyone was suspiciously silent, that weird, they're never this quite..

as polites finally took you to the gunwale you finally see what was the reason of all this fuzz.

"a ship?" you said weirdly. was all this just for a ship? then when you took a closer look you realized something, the ship was in the middle of the sea but it was... empty.

"we keep calling but no one answered, we assumed that no one is one the ship" says polites as he continues scanning the ship.

an empty ship in the middle of nowhere in the sea? that could only mean one thing.

"sirens." you said quietly as you continue glaring at the ship, making sure that there's no one there. polites didn't say anything, he just nod in agreement.

"tell the crew to get prepared. I'll take care of the rest" you said as you start walking away from the deck and into the store where you put all the stuff you need for situations like these. robs and bees wax.

from the other side you can hear everyone taking their places as polites lead them. you can say you never face things like these before, but you always keep prepared.

as polites ties the last crew member to the mast and make sure that the robs are tied enough and he can't escape them he starts walking towards you, you where standing look into the horizon, scanning the sea for anything.

polites gently tap your shoulder to get your attention , you quickly turn to him as he holds a rob on his hands.

"did you put bee wax in your ears yet?" He asks gently, and then you realize you were too busy getting everyone ready that you forget about yourself.

you curse under your breath as you speak "it doesn't matter, sirens song doesn't work on women... right?" you said slowly giving polites time to read your lips.

polites smile quickly turns upside down as he looks at you with 'are you serious look' but he knows no matter how he tries to argue, it's already too late and they're getting closed.

"okay if you say so, but please let me at least tie you so i can pull you when needed" he said gently as he started tying your hips with rob. you didn't wanna argue too so you let him tie you.

After a while polites stay away from the gunwale as you continue looking around, nothing is there which starts to worry you. if there's no sirens then why the ship was empty.

suddenly your thoughts get cut off as you hear a sound, as if something is moving in the water near you, you quickly pull on the rob attached to your hips slowly informing polites that something is near.

as you continue to scan the water there where you saw it, or more like it saw you.

you saw a face slowly rising from the water, and there you saw it. a siren.

you continue staring into each other as the only thing visible from this siren was her face. and you gotta say, she's hot as fuck.

"we don't want any problems, just let us pass and we both got to live" you said firmly looking at the siren as if you weren't scared of her, which was true. maybe.

the siren didn't say anything for a while but she looked at you with a confused look. was she confused because you talked to her? or because you just threaten her? or that's her first time seeing a pirate woman.

anyway your thoughts were all crushed as she finally talked.

"you're... a woman?" she- or better say he said as he sounds almost mocking.

HOLD THE FUCK UP THAT WAS A MAN ALL ALONG??!

"hold up since when sirens were men??" you said more quickly than your mind could think. you didn't even realize those words until you hear the siren- no merman, tbh whatever, laugh almost mocking at you.

"since when did they let women lead a ship?" he said as he crossed his arms, smirking as he made fun of you.

"that sounds pretty misogynistic for a fish man." you said as you look at what you called now fish man.

"triton you mean woman" he said as he looked at you. still with a mockingly looking smirk.

sirens normally kill, but he doesn't, he's worse. he judges you.

"whatever you are i guess, just let us pass peacefully" you said as you roll your eyes, as much as you love reading about the sea, you never knew that sirens could be this sassy.

"I'd normally eat and drag all of you into the water but it's my first time seeing a pirate woman, kinda interesting don't you think" he said the last part with ridiculous mockery, that made you question your life choices.

"you're too pretty for that kind of attitude" you said again putting your hands on your hips, you again say something without thinking, it's a habit at this point.

"ohh you think I'm pretty? why not come closer and get a better look, my dear" he said opening his arms as if he was telling you to come to him.

"yea no one is falling for that dumby" you said as you roll your eyes. does he think it's your first time on a ship or he's just making fun of you.

"worth a shot" he said as he throws his hand in the air. are you sure this is a siren and not punishment from god? why tf he's acting like this.

"you sure you're a siren-" you were talking but you were cut off short by his angry reply

"triton."

"i don't give a fuck."

nvm what i just say, saying things without thinking was part of you. tbh, it was your whole personality.

he just continued staring at you for a few moments before laughing again.

"you're bold, I'll give you that. you're way too fun to kill, maybe I'll keep you alive for entertainment" he said as he got closer to the ship. is this man- no, fish serious?

"yea I'd rather not, i have a family waiting for me, so if you don't mind leaving us pass" you said as you step a little away from the edge.

"okay." he said. wait, that's it?? oh he's messing with you again. right?

"I'll see you again another time beautiful, stay toned. name Poseidon btw." he said before diving.

what. the. fuck. just. happened.

you just stood there confused, did he just really let you go? wait could it be that he's planning something? of course he's planning something sirens are way too wicked-

your thoughts cut quickly by a tap on your shoulder. it was polites.

"captain you're okay? we're almost there see!" he said with the same smile he always had on.

as you start looking around you realize that the men are already free from their robs as everyone took their usual place. wait how long have you been dozen out??

as you look to the front of the ship you saw it, ithaca was close now.

"did something happen with the sirens? i saw you talking but couldn't catch what you were talking about" he said as he put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

you didn't fully understand what happened. first you saw a really hot siren and then he started flirting with you, then he said something about finding you again- you lost track.

"nothing, you don't worry about it." you said quickly as you brushed the subject, you were not about to tell your best friend that you fell for siren, cocky one.

"if that's what you say then very well. make sure to rest, were reaching soon and you should be prepared to meet everyone there" said polites before offering one last smile as he started walking away.

as you think about the siren again something in you twitch. you didn't just fall for a siren right? your brother will throw you into the sea if he knows.

well, looks like you got another story to tell Telemachus, but definitely not any of your siblings. you like being alive.

who knows maybe you'll get to meet again.

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More Epic fanart featuring @messymoonmad Poseidon and my Medusa. This time Poseidon is realising a bit too late mayyybeeee it was a bad idea to hook up with a gorgon. I based Poseidon's pose on an irl statue, Poseidon of Melos.

Medusa: Sssuch a beautiful man. You'll be my favorite victim in my collection!

Poseidon frozen in stone: WTF this bitch is crazy?!😨

U know the second he admits aloud that he wants to hook up with Medusa both of his brothers would try to talk Poseidon out of it. Imagine Zeus showing the rare moment of good judgment for not wanting to sleep with the snake haired women who turn people into stone. Hades argues that while Poseidon might not die from pursuing this ill advised affair with one of the gorgon sisters, the possibility of still being alive & conscious while trapped in stone, unable to move, speak, or even scream is a fate far worse than death. He would not wish such horrors on even the worst soul in Tartarus let alone his own brother. Only for Poseidon to ignore them both & hook up with Medusa anyway…I mean they were both right, but the pain & humiliation Poseidon suffers when they finally figure out how to turn him back, means he’s spared an “I told u so!”

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so this one i stole again lol from your list. “Please go on a date with me.”

basically percy notices the reader and tries to impress her by doing crazy ridiculous things but she’s not interested because she thinks his ego is too big. finally she comes around when she sees he got hurt doing something for her to notice him. i hope that makes sense.

Falling for you- Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

-£ words: 900 words

-£ Warnings: Short story, Simp Percy, cute crushes, reader being a bit mean to him, percy get it hurt, fluffy fic

-£ taglist: @kazurami14 @anonymouslyawesome25 @american-idiot21

the son of poseidon was persistent.

no matter how many times you told him off, or set him running with his head running, or you leaving him alone. he always kept coming back. Percy was often knocking his opponent down in training hoping you’d see him. he did everything to try and get your attention.

his back legs curled around a tree branch where you normally took your daily stroll, he was hanging down with a huge smile on his face and his cheeks glowing red. “percy.” you greeted with a uninterested tone. he just kept that annoying big smile, “lovely day isn’t it?” the only thing you did was roll your eyes and continue to walk down the dirt path. “And you’re ruining it.”

when he first arrived at camp, he already had some sort of glory after defeating a minotaur. he just kept finding his way in danger and saving the day, time after time. but his stupid smirk or smile told you he was too full of himself. he’d making the lake waves move, or make them a shape of something. no matter what, he was showing off.

and boy did you hate it.

somehow he find his way to you and that annoyed you, it was just too much. honestly you didn’t even realize he was trying to get your attention and just thought he was showing off to everyone. and certainly you didn’t know he had a crush on you. all you noticed was his ego.

but he noticed everything about you.

the way you walked, if you held your head up high or at the ground. how pretty your face shined when the sun shined on it, and how your smile shined even brighter. he was constantly chasing after you, he was craving to get your attention. most of the time he just did what popped up in his head which for someone like him, and you, was always dangerous and over the top. he lacked self control.

how someone could be so beautiful he couldn’t understand. even when you fought, he was entranced. you could be the worst fighter and he’d stare at you like the stars in the sky. his heart belonged to you.

but this time, he had gone to far.

“you’re a idiot,” you push his head under the water as you clothes get wetter by the second of sitting in the water. the bruising on his skin and the cuts going along with it only made your heart ache worse. his stunt didn’t go so well this time, hints his fracture wrist. he took a deep breath as he came back up even though he could breath under the water. he just wasn’t thinking straight.

sitting yourself back down on the sand you click your tongue. he had challenged you to a fight with that same attitude, the same smirk, the same slick tone. he got a little to distracted near the edge. he walked backwards with his sword held pointed at you, “look at us spending time together, we should do this more often.” he really should have watched his steps because his foot finally slipped and he took a tumble down onto the rocks. you watch him slide down, his grunts of pain and the way his body sounded made you cringe

lucky he landing on the shore line and only a few feet away from the water. which is were you two stay now catching your breath and thinking to yourself. why did you care if he was actually hurt or not? not like he would die or stay injured because he always got back up. why did his smile finally get to you back then?

and why was your stomach sick.

as you thought to yourself percy watched again like he always found himself doing. he loved the look on your face when you were deep in thought. and now that your face was wet and hair hanging down he couldn’t stop himself from falling deeper for you.

“please go on a date with me.” his words cut you out of thought.

your eyes grow bigger and look at him shocked and startled. you couldn’t believe your ears. he just asked you out on a date…percy jackson asked you out. the cocky, dumb, arrogant demigod was talking to you. Why, you hate his guts and always made fun of him. he jumped up from the water and you saw his teeth pinch the inside of his mouth anxiously.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “it just came out. I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks but i couldn’t work up the courage to ask you out, I’m not good at this type of thing.” percy jackson lacking courage? that made you laugh. you looked up at him, the sun shining behind him as his hand now extended to you offering to help you up. any other time you would have smacked it away and cursed at him to leave you alone.

“I know you probably think I’m a total idiot which is true but, I really like you. If you really don’t want anything to do with me then I respect your wishes.”

but now you realize that you actually enjoyed his company. he made camp fun and exciting. and boy, was he handsome now that you really look at him. “alright, beach boy.” you grabbed ahold of his hand as he pulls you up. your body pressed into his and knocked him back a bit but his arm grabbed ahold of your waist to steady you.

inches away from his face your lips curled in a small smirk, “You got yourself a deal.”

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Hades’ favourite thing to rant about is how much his family forgets about and sidelines him. Nico has literally never once given the lecture his full attention, because why the fresh fuck would he subject himself to that, but he discovers, lying facedown on the floor of Cabin Three, that he must have internalised enough of it to remember some key points.

He is loathe to admit it, but Father is right. How come the Poseidon cabin floors are so nice and comfortable? The floor of Cabin Thirteen sucks. Whenever he has Floor Time in his own cabin, he gets bruised and cold. Injustice.

“Could you suffer quieter? I’m trying to study.”

“Shut up, Percy.”

“I’m not the one groaning in misery.”

“Shut up, Percy.”

Percy sighs heavily. There’s a loud thud as he snaps his textbook shut, and the creak of mattress springs as he shifts.

“You’re so fuckin’ irritating, you know that?”

“Coming from you,” Nico says indignantly, pushing up to glare at him. Percy makes a face back. “I am here, having a crisis, being vulnerable in front of you —”

“Oh my gods.”

“— like you suggested, to rebuild our tenuous relationship —”

“I wish the prophecy had killed me. Either one, I’m not picky.”

“— and you are studying! Nose in a book! You hate reading! You are doing this just to spite me!”

“I am doing this to pass my classes,” Percy snips. “Someone should send you to public school. You need to experience that particular level of hell.”

“Experienced hell already, thanks. Don’t need a redo.”

“Tartarus references don’t shut me up, Zombie Boy. I’ve been there too.”

“Ugh.”

Percy rolls his eyes, turning back to his textbook. Nico contemplates rolling back on the floor to Ruminate and Think (after the second failure in a row he has a much to think about, like what the fuck is he supposed to do, should he even fucking bother, is he doomed to life without love, etc, etc) but finds himself, instead, sitting upright. Watching his — friend. Watching his heavy frown, listening to the bit-back curses and the crinkle of pages when he holds the book too tightly.

He’s moody, today. Sullen. Ate his breakfast in silence and stomped off to the sword fighting arena, raising hurricane downpour around the open theatre to deter anyone from joining him. Coincidentally, Annabeth has not been seen all day.

“Are you okay?” Nico asks quietly.

Percy shrugs, glancing over then glancing quickly away. “Fine.”

“I mean. You flooded half the camp. So.”

“Just drop it, Nico. If you’re going to stay in here, be quiet.”

Nico bites back the automatic, scathing retort. Be quiet, Nicolò! Lalalalala! Don’t tell me what to do! Ugh! I hate having a little brother! Yeah, well, I hate you too!

A quick, cut-off choking sound cuts through his thoughts. He looks up, startled, to find Percy’s face red, to find him swiping angrily at his cheeks.

“Woah,” he murmurs, climbing hastily upright. He ignores the loud chanting in his brain telling him to leave, the discomfort swirling in his stomach at seeing someone cry, seeing another man cry, instead hovering awkwardly. Percy shrugs off the hand he touches hesitantly to his shoulder, and Nico holds it there, suspended, in between and outstretched.

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

Nico hesitates. Of all people, he…nobody wants Nico around, when they’re —whatever Percy is. Upset. The only thing he can probably do is make it worse.

But what can he do? Leave him? Get Annabeth? Jason? None of it seems right. Instead he stands, frozen, hand still half-outstretched, eyes wide.

“You can —” He clears his throat. “Um. Did something happen?”

Percy shrugs. His eyes remain glued resolutely to his textbook, although the pages are wet and warped.

“Cause you can tell me, you know. I won’t — tell anyone. Or anything.”

Gods, he is so far out of his depth. Could Kampe come back and attack? That would be easier to deal with. Nico could handle that.

“I don’t —” the pages of the textbook crinkle under Percy’s grip — “it’s fucking stupid, is what it is.”

Hovering is not the right call. He knows that much. He scans the cabin, evaluating his options — sitting back on the floor feels like a bad plan. He doesn’t think any kind of touch would be welcomed, nor is he entirely comfortable in giving it. He doesn’t want to crowd. He doesn’t want to seem too distant.

Slowly, carefully gauging Percy’s reaction, he sits on the bed, across from him. He leaves the textbook between them, letting Percy keep pretending to read it, and tucks his legs up under his knees. He fiddles absentmindedly with his ring, chewing his lip every time Percy sniffles.

“Why’s it stupid?”

Percy shrugs again. Nico resists the urge to shake him. How does anyone deal with this shit? What the hell is he even supposed to do? He’s not Jason. He’s not Annabeth. Hell, he’s not Will, who seems to read emotions intuitively, who seems to know exactly what to do when someone is scared, when someone is upset. Even when someone is angry. He tries to imagine Will, in his position. Sitting across from a crying Percy Jackson, saviour of the world. Yesterday, one of the younger kids had tripped and scraped half the skin off their arm on the basketball court. Will had been there with a soft smile and gentle, glowing hands, speaking quietly and cracking small jokes until the kid was laughing again. Nico tries to imagine that here, soft words and lighthearted jokes. It doesn’t seem right. Would he — touch Percy’s wrist, like he did with Clarisse? Drag the fight right out of him?

Is Percy even angry? Nico has seen him angry before. Murderous. Fuming.

He’s never seen him cry.

Percy’s voice is like palms scraping hard over sharp gravel stones. “I made Annabeth cry this morning.”

The way he says it makes it hard for Nico to actually understand his words. His tone of voice is — volatile, is the best way he can describe it. Loathing. Based on the curling self-hatred dripping from the sentence Nico would assume he’d tried to kill her — he says I made her cry like he doesn’t deserve to live for it. Like he’s hoping to be punished.

“That happens,” Nico says. He swallows. “When you — love people.”

He and Bianca made each other cry a lot. He just never — stopped, never gave her half a second. Sometimes she looked at him and he knew she wanted to hit him. She never did. But he knew and she knew he knew and sometimes it would well up in her eyes, and she would lock herself in the bathroom of their room and turn on the sink and cry and cry and cry. And it ached something nasty in the cavity of his chest.

Percy sneers at his hands, flexing his fingers. “People who love you don’t make you cry. That��s just — hurting. That’s people who hurt everyone around them.”

Nico frowns. “That’s not true.”

“It is,” he says venomously. “I’m supposed to be — I’m supposed to protect her. I’m supposed to keep her safe, keep her from people who cause her pain.”

“People like you?”

Percy nods.

Nico drags his teeth over his bottom lip. He thinks of bleeding fingers clinging to a tiny shaft of rock, thinks of dangerous green eyes, hard voices; thinks of a thick web clinging to a broken ankle and an abyss. Thinks of promises and oaths and choosing. Thinks of falling. Thinks of letting go.

“People who want to harm Annabeth do not jump into the Pit for her.”

The pages of Percy’s textbook have started to dry. The ink has bled, dark splotches in perfect circles. The fountain bubbles gently behind them, mattress creaking under shifting legs.

“You don’t understand what I —” He pauses, swallowing. “Did, down there.”

“D’you hurt her?”

“…I scared her.”

“Oh, well — Christ, Percy! Is that really what this — brooding is about?” He scoffs. “No shit you scared her!”

“…What?”

Percy looks at him, wide-eyed. Nico rolls his eyes.

“Aw, when you were fighting for your life in the place meant to tear your essence into atoms, did you do things that make you question your personhood? Your morals?”

“I —”

“Of course you did, dumbass! Of course you —” he takes a breath, trying to organize the jumble of thoughts in his brain — “of course the physical manifestation of darkness and distortion made you act differently than you would usually, Percy. Of course it — affected you. Gods. Of course you’re struggling.” He flicks Percy’s knee, looking at him with exaggerated exasperation. “Use your brain, why don’t you.”

A small smile quirks the corners of Percy’s mouth, although it fades as quickly as it comes. He wipes his face with his sleeve, breath shuddering.

“She didn’t scare me, though.”

“Not even once?”

“Not in the same way,” Percy admits. “I was scared, once, when I looked at her. In the death mist. But that wasn’t — her, you know? She could never scare me.”

“I mean,” Nico wrinkles his nose, trying to articulate, “I think that’s kind of abnormal?”

Percy tilts his head.

“I just mean that you have a very high threshold, Percy. For…what you’ll tolerate from people you care about.”

“Everyone has that.”

“Not in the same way you do.” He taps his knuckles, considering. “Tell me the truth — if Annabeth stabbed someone to death in front of you, in total cold blood, would you help her hide the body?”

“Yes,” he says immediately. He shrinks, a little. “Oh.”

Nico rushes to assure, placing a fleeting touch on his wrist. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing. I don’t think. It’s just —” He shrugs. “I’m used to scaring people, too. I don’t mean to. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand what I — do, it’s not intentional.”

Percy opens his mouth, but Nico stumbles on.

“But you’re not — a monster, Percy, gods. No one thinks you’re a monster. Especially not Annabeth.”

Percy wiggles his finger under his watch strap, turning it tightly around his wrist, cutting off the circulation. Nico watches but doesn’t say anything.

“You’re not, either.”

Nico blinks. “Huh?”

“A monster,” he explains. “You’re not, either.”

“Oh.” Nico shrugs. “Thanks, I guess.”

“No, I mean it, dude, I — look. Listen.” Percy sighs. “You got baggage. I put some of it on you. I’m sorry.”

Hands around his — throat — angry, angry eyes — harder — bruising — you promised! you promised! you promised!

“It’s fine.” A pause. “I did shit to you, too.”

“It’s not fine. And I know you did. We can still —”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. He sighs again, a long, defeated sound, and curls in on himself.

“One day you’ll forgive yourself,” Nico murmurs. “One day I’ll — me too, I guess. Me and you.”

Percy smiles tiredly. “And we’ll be okay?”

“No. You’ll still be annoying.”

He snorts. “Whatever. Drama queen.”

“Oh, I’m the drama queen, Mr. I Don’t Deserve To Be Loved.”

Percy snorts. He turns back to his textbook, fiddling with the dried page, and snorts again, trying to duck his head. Nico bites the corner of his mouth, hard. Percy glances up again, and Nico meets his eyes, and they —

Gods, they’re bad at this.

But suddenly Percy can’t choke back his laughter, and it’s wheezing and self-deprecating and still kind of teary and Nico is laughing, too, because thank the gods that shit is over. Percy’s red-cheeked and Nico is red-cheeked and neither of them are going to look at each other for a week, Nico’s sure, but for now he can roll his eyes at Percy’s melodrama and dodge his embarrassed shoving, and it’s fine.

“You should talk to Annabeth,” Nico suggests, when the giggling has toned down.

Percy picks at the torn-up skin around his nails. “Probably.”

“Are you going to?”

“Why were you lying on the floor?” Percy asks instead. It is the least subtle subject change of all time, but Nico takes it as the hint it is and drops the subject. It’s not his business, anyway. They’ll talk. He knows Annabeth better than to think she’ll let it fester, at least.

“Oh, you know. Crushing weight of being alive, mortifying ordeal of being known, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Oh my gods. I’m sorry I asked.”

“Well, serves you right then, you selfish bitch.”

Percy snorts. “What, I cry all over you and now it’s your turn to vent?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how it works. Transactional and eye-for-an-eye. Exactly as friendship should be.”

“You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are,” Percy says, but he can’t tamp down his smile any more than he can stop his eyes from rolling, so there. Nico is exactly as funny as he thinks he is, thank you very much. A regular comedian.

Percy snaps textbook closed and sets it on the bedside table. “So.”

“So.”

Nico squirms. Suddenly he’s not sure why the hell he came in here in the first place. Are the floors in Cabin Thirteen really that bad? Surely not. Surely Floor Time didn’t have to be in Percy’s cabin.

(He blames Father for this. He’s horribly nosy. No doubt he’s passed his nosiness onto Nico, irregardless of his lack of DNA, and made Nico the way that he is. He can’t think of a single other reason he ducked into the cabin after lunch, when Percy still hadn’t shown his face.)

“Dude, come on. You came in here and whined and huffed and made a nuisance of yourself for literally forty minutes, and now that I’m giving you the attention you begged for you don’t want it? Nuh-uh. Spill.”

“There’s nothing to spill about,” Nico protests, “gods, can’t a man just complain in peace —”

“Ha! Not sure you can call yourself a ‘man’ if you’re voice is still cracking, squirt.”

“I literally hate you. Not joking.”

“Uh-huh. Okay.” Percy raises an eyebrow. “Well, since my guts are already spilled out and flopping all over the floor —”

“Disgusting.”

“—so it’s your turn, now.” He pokes Nico’s bicep. Nico bats him away, rolling off the bed and hitting the floor, scooting over to put more space between them. Thankfully, Percy doesn’t follow, and he exhales, settling his back against the bed frame. The mattress springs creak again as he readjusts. “You can tell me, you know.” Nico can hear the smile in his voice at the cheeky repitition. “I won’t — tell anyone. Or anything. Ahem.”

“You’re so annoying.” Nico picks at a loose thread in the knees of his pants, looping it around his finger.

Will thinks ripped jeans are stupid. He hadn’t said so outright, when Nico came back from his Aphrodite-Cabin-enforced shopping trip, but Nico had noticed his pursed lips and deliberately schooled face. When he’d pressed about it, pestering him until he’d given up with the very southern passive aggressive if you like, Nico, I love, don’t you worry about it answer, he’d gotten a forty minute rant about jeans that “sold less jean for more fuckin’ money” that made him laugh until he cried.

He yanks the thread and pulls. The hole widens.

“Oh my gods, you’re actually whipped. Is that what this is?”

Nico flushes. “Shut up.”

“It is!” Percy grins widely, wicked delight in his eyes. “You are literally thinking about him right now! You might as well be kicking your feet! You —”

“Shut up, Percy, gods.”

“I’ve never seen you so red,” he says instead, because he is incapable of following instructions. His smile fades, face softening into something more pensive. “You must really like him.”

Nico shrugs. Is that what he feels for Will? Gorgeous. I’ve been crushing on you forever. He likes a lot of people. You always know just what I need. A lot of people aren’t Will.

“He’s not scared of me.” No matter how much he fiddles with it, the metal of his ring is always cold. Cold hands, he supposes. He never heats up much. “Or. intimated. Creeped out. He thinks I’m —”

He clamps his mouth shut. A bubble of something expands in his chest, growing out of his lungs, past his shoulders, pushing his throat closed. He swallows, hard, trying to shove it back, but — Nico! Hey! You think I couldn’t stand to see a friendly face? No way, Death Boy, no more Underworld-y magic for you! I can literally feel you fading! My hands are still shaking — here, feel.

“Gorgeous?” The smile on Percy’s face is teasing, but much softer than before. “I heard he — said.”

Maybe it’s the redness of Percy’s nose that hasn’t quite faded, or his still-puffy eyes, but finally the bubble pops, and Nico sighs, tipping his head back until it rests on the edge of the bed. He closes his eyes. After a beat of hesitation, callused fingers brush through his hair, ruffling it, lingering awkwardly before pulling away. He smiles.

“Yes.”

“…Really? He just up and told you, that he had a —”

Percy stumbles on the words. Nico peeks one eye open and grinning wryly. “Yeah. He’s a hell of a lot braver than I am. Or maybe he’s just shameless.”

“He was always really intense about being your friend.” Percy screws up his face, tilting his head as if envisioning it. “I didn’t understand what that meant, at first. I didn’t get…the reason? Behind it? If that makes sense.”

“You forgot about gay people,” Nico says drily. “I know.”

“This is true,” Percy admits. He grins, sheepish. “That’s an L on my part. Every time me and Annabeth went looking for you he’d somehow know about it and ask us a bajillion questions when we got back. I just thought he was really into necromancy, or something, but now it’s like…damn.”

Nico covers his eyes with his hand, fighting back an embarrassed smile. He thinks your eyes are a tie between moonstone and agate, in case you were wondering. There is literally not a single soul in this camp unaware about how much he likes you.

“You’d think it would be easier to get him to go out with me, then.”

“It hasn’t been?”

Nico throws his hands up. “No! He doesn’t — I got him flowers, Percy, and he ground them up to make a poultice. He thought the rock I got him was a bribe. I open every door for him and I always pull out a chair for him at counsellor meetings. I make sure to stand up first when we’re sitting together and offer him a hand. I don’t know what else I can — do, gods.” He makes a noise of frustration, glaring at the ceiling. “I’m being as obvious as I can be. What am I gonna have to do to get him to realise? Fuckin’ — tattoo his name on my forehead?”

Percy slides his hand into his pocket, pulling out his pen. He twists it around his fingers, fiddling with the cap, picking at the plastic casing. He uses the end of it to trace mindless swirls on his thigh, which Nico can’t help but feel is dangerous. One wrong move and he better hope Nico can drag him to the fountain fast enough to stabilize him. But his eyes are far away, teeth gnawing on the inside of his cheek.

“There is a chance,” he says slowly, “that he…knows.”

Nico frowns, turning to face him properly. He looks resolutely at his lap. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I — well.” He does finally uncap his blade, staring at the soft glow of the bronze, rubbing his thumbnail over the leather handle. “I. Knew,” he says haltingly. “That Annabeth liked me. I —”

Nico watches him carefully. This is…news, to him. He didn’t keep up much on camp drama about the two of them — for obvious reasons — but he hardly had to. Even during his brief, one or two day stops at Camp, Percy and Annabeth gossip was impossible to avoid. People talked about them constantly, about how much they obviously cared for each other, how oblivious, especially, Percy was. It used to give him a twisted sort of hope.

“You…knew? And you didn’t do anything?”

Percy winces. “She got frustrated with hiding it. She kissed me, once, before I blew up St. Helens. And I just —” He shrugs. “I couldn’t believe that someone like her would want anything to do with someone like me.”

It’s impossible to miss his meaning, to miss the self-directed bitterness at the end of his words. Nico recognises it because he practically invented it. Someone like me. Someone disgusting, ugly, unworthy. Someone bitter and twisted and wrong. Someone so undeserving.

“I think Will is like me,” Percy continues softly. “That — insecurity.” He says the word quickly, like he might be able to hide it in the rest of the sentence. “I think he thinks very highly of you. And I think it’s hard for him to believe that you want to — to lower yourself, to be with him.”

“That’s inane,” Nico argues. “He’s — bright and kind and smart and — he’s fucking everything, what is he —!”

“He grew up a healer in a camp full of warriors. Full of talented people,” Percy murmurs. “When you’re surrounded by people who know what they’re doing, it’s easy to feel like a loser.”

Nico opens his mouth, closing it again. On principle he doesn’t agree with Percy. It doesn’t make sense. Every single person at this camp has relied on Will in more than one way for as long as he’s been here — as long as he’s been healing them. How could he not know what his purpose is? How could he not realise his talents?

Ace bandage, sound and unwound. Hard blue eyes, self-directed sneer. I’m just a healer.

“He’s not a loser,” Nico says eventually. “I don’t think he’s a — loser.”

Nico thinks he’s quite a bit more than that, actually. In fact if all words in the any language he knows, ‘loser’ is probably the least apt to describe him.

“How do I make him realise? Make him —”

Percy shrugs. “Took Annabeth several years and I still think I’m — well. I still struggle. You’ll have to be patient.” He glances over, and that mischevious smile is back on his face, the one that promises trouble and guarantees Nico an excuse to kick him. “Or, you know, you could just tell him that you think he’s bright, and kind, and smart, and beautiful, and —”

Nico does indeed kick him. He falls back against his pillow, laughing, curled against his side.

“I did not — I did not say beautiful,” Nico says hotly, “that was not on the list, you total jackass —”

Percy only laughs harder, no matter how many times Nico kicks him.

———

next

[witless-winion1]

MY TOP THREE FAVORITE EPIC ANIMATICS THAT HAVE BEEN OPEN ON A TAB ON MY PHONE SINCE I WATCHED THEM

(Ranked by how much I’m going to scream about them, I guess.)

3. @laritamiauu’s 600 Strike (tumblr/YouTube)

THE SMOOTH ANIMATION. THE EMOTIONS. THE POV SHOT AT THE BEGINNING. THE FIGHT SCENE. THE WAY POSEIDON IS TRYING TO ESCAPE AND ODY IS DRAGGING HIM BACK. IT ITCHES MY BRAIN SO GOOOD

FUCK, LOOK AT THAT COLORING.

2. @neal-illustrator’s Just A Man (tumblr/YouTube)

Neal. I am never, ever, ever going to forgive you for adding baby noises.

the way he cares for the baby, bonds with him, holds him close and soothes him, sees his own baby boy in his arms…all the men watching, not intervening, even holding Astor’s mom back….the BABY SQUIRMING AT THE LAST SECOND AND HIM TRYING TO STOP IT WHILE ACTIVELY PREPARING TO DROP HIM…THE BABY NOISES

3. @kisu-doodles’ Mutiny (tumblr/YouTube)

I saw a lot of buildup/hype/process for this, and it still couldn’t soften the blow for me. This fuckin hurt. I mean…

the men caring for each other…being so sick with scurvy, traume and injuries aftermath of Scylla, starvation, LOOK AT THAT 9th ONE. The comforting among the suffering (🧜‍♀️), it hurts me so much. and then there’s the contrast of Eurylochus and being the only one to care for Ody…the part where he’s all homoerotic taking care of him, even though he was the one to deal him that blow…

he’s wiping his tears and checking him temperature. I WANT A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS GUYS

(k maybe not exactly like this but…yk.)

also the way EURY’S SMILING in that last panel, that’s where he says “we’re never gonna get to make it home, you know it’s true.” He’s trying to comfort Ody instead of confront him. I’m sobbing. Also in the fourth panel we can see that Eury’s also suffering from scurvy, on his shoulder/back??? Ughhhh

The sun god statue watching this shut play out is fucking MAGNIFICENT(ly horrifying). Not to mention Ody helping Eury back into the boat after the final blow. I’m sobbing I am a wreck. This is worse then that tragic boyfailure gay shish kebab couple, I think they’re called Patillies or something

(clears throat) so. Uh. Yeah. There are too many talented people on this earth using their talent for evil. And then posting the evil on tumblr. Thank you to the creators for these devastating pieces and for the frens with the patience to read this. Drink water

[dreamdragonkadia]

Daughter of Hades!Reader

To say this was bullshit would be the understatement of the century. Who the hell gets sick the day before camp? It had to be some kind of cosmic joke, right? Maybe it was your "mortal curse" for being the daughter of Hades, because breaking the Big Three Oath just wasn’t enough trouble.

“You’re so dramatic,” your mom mutters, giving you a side-eye as she checked the thermometer for what feels like the millionth time. Your mind felt fuzzy, like it was wrapped in fog, and it’s a struggle just to focus on her outline. You’re pretty sure there was some vomiting involved last night, but the memory’s hazy at best.

“101.2,” she announces, her voice final. “You’re not going to camp.”

It takes longer than a second for the words to sink in as the fever burns under your skin, but a wave of cold washed over you, leaving you shivering. You feel the bone-deep exhaustion settle in, like someone’s draped a heavy shroud over your body. Gods, if sleep claimed your mind right now, you’re not sure you’d even protest.

“Mom,” you manage to croak out, your voice barely a whisper. “I have to go. I haven’t seen Percy since—” You trail off, realizing you don’t even know how long it’s been. This was the downside to long-distance relationships, even with shadow travel practically at your fingertips. It must have been winter break, when the winter solstice rolled around, and classes went on pause. Everything since then has been a blur of school, monsters, and the daily grind of pretending you’re a normal person.

Her expression softens, and for a split second, you think you’ve gotten through to her. But then she shook her head, resolute as ever. “You need to rest. You’re not going anywhere until you’re better.”

You bite back a frustrated groan, slumping further into the mattress. It felt like you were being held captive by the Fates themselves. You can almost picture Percy’s disappointed face when he realizes you won’t be there. Some part of you wants to believe he’d shrug it off, try to play it cool—but you know him better than that. The poor guy would probably freak out, imagining the worst. He’d think something happened, that you were attacked by a monster or ambushed by a rogue demigod.

But then again, Percy’s smarter than he lets on. You’d mentioned on your late-night Iris messages that you hadn’t been feeling your best lately, and last night you told him you were going to bed early because of it. Maybe he’d put two and two together. Or at the very least, he’d mention it to Annabeth, who’d immediately make the connection and reassure him before he went full Poseidon-mode and tried to charge into the Underworld to find you.

“This isn’t fair,” you mutter, voice hoarse. “I fought monsters with worse than this.”

“Exactly,” your mom says, “You’ve pushed yourself too hard already. You need to take a break.”

“But Camp Half-Blood is my break!” you protest weakly, even as your eyelids start to droop. It’s kind of a lie. Sure, you loved seeing your friends, training with your half-brother, and joining in on the chaotic games. The strawberry fields, the walks on the beach, the bonfires—they all felt like home. But the real break, the thing you looked forward to most, was seeing Percy. Two whole months of getting to see him every day, sneaking into each other’s cabins at night for stolen moments together. It’s why you stopped visiting the Underworld as often during the summer.

She sits down on the edge of your bed, brushing a hand through your sweat-damp hair. “I know,” she says softly, almost like she was sorry. “But you have to take care of yourself too, honey.”

The familiar comfort of her hand against your head made it harder to stay mad. You close your eyes, exhaustion finally tugging at you, pulling you down like the Underworld’s currents. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you really do need a break. Your father would lecture you for shadow traveling while sick. So would Percy, Nico, and probably even Mrs. Jackson once she found out.

It didn't make it any easier to swallow, though. You’d been looking forward to this for months. You missed your friends, your cabin, but most of all—you missed your boyfriend.

The room fades into a dim blur as sleep pulls you down. You drift in and out of consciousness, fever-dreams flickering through your mind: flashes of Camp Half-Blood’s sparkling lake, the laughter of the Apollo cabin, the comforting feeling of the celestial bronze weapon at your side. And then, always, Percy. His lopsided grin, the way he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. It’s the first real summer you’ve planned to spend together without interruptions—no quests, no urgent prophecies, just you, him, and the warmth of the campfire.

The next time you open your eyes, it’s to a stuffy nose, making it impossible to catch a full breath. You let out a weak, congested groan, your head throbbing as you stare into the semi-dark room and you can just barely make out the murmur of voices in the hallway—your mom’s concerned whisper and someone else’s low, muffled response.

You think for a moment about trying to listen in, but your body feels heavy, like you’re sinking deeper into the mattress. Exhaustion pulls at you again, tugging you back under, and you let your eyes flutter shut, ready to fall back into restless sleep.

But just before you drift off, you could swear you hear the voice that’s been haunting your dreams.

“Is she okay?” it whispers, filled with worry. It sounds like Percy. Or maybe that’s just your fever messing with you, giving you a glimpse of what you wish could be real. You want to call out to him, but sleep was already wrapping its tendrils around you again, dragging you under before you can even try.

When you next wake, it’s slow, like dragging yourself through syrup. Your body feels like lead, heavy and achy, and the pounding in your head hasn’t let up. The room was dim, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains. It’s quiet—eerily so.

For a moment, you wonder if you dreamt it all: the fever, your mom’s worry, the strange sense of someone else’s presence. Maybe you’re still caught in the grip of some fever-dream, your mind playing tricks on you. But then you hear it—a voice, gentle and oh-so-familiar.

“Hey,” it says softly. “You’re awake.”

You turn your head, blinking to clear the blurriness from your eyes, and there he is, sitting by your bedside. Percy. His hair is messy, like he’s been running his hands through it, and his sea-green eyes are filled with relief and something deeper—something like worry.

“Perce?” Your voice comes out hoarse, barely more than a croak. You swallow thickly, trying to sit up, but he’s already there, a hand on your shoulder, guiding you back down.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “Don’t push yourself.”

“What… what are you doing here?” You can’t quite believe it, staring at him like he might vanish if you blink too hard. He’s supposed to be at camp, leading capture the flag, lounging by the lake—not sitting here, looking at you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world.

“You really think I’d stay at camp when I heard you were sick?” He tries for a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Nico found out first. He came by to check on you and told me you probably wouldn’t be coming. And—well, I kind of freaked out a little.”

You can’t help it; a laugh bubbles up in your chest, raspy, but real. “You? Freak out? No way.”

His smile softens, and he takes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You scared me, you know,” he admits quietly. “I didn’t want to leave you alone like this.”

“Percy,” you sigh, feeling the guilt and warmth mix together in a messy knot inside you. “You didn’t have to come. I’m fine, really. It’s just a fever.”

He gives you a look, the kind that says he knows you’re lying. “You’re burning up, and you look like you’ve been run over by a chariot. Don’t try to downplay it.”

You huff, but it’s more out of fondness than annoyance. “You’re stubborn.”

“And you’re impossible,” he counters, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips now. He squeezes your hand gently, his expression turning serious. “I’d rather be here with you, anyway. We have the whole summer, remember? I’d rather spend it taking care of you than worrying about you from a hundred miles away.”

You open your mouth to protest, but the words die on your tongue. The look in his eyes, the way he’s holding your hand like he’s afraid to let go—it melts away any argument you might have had.

“Okay,” you whisper, your voice small. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” he says, and for the first time since you woke up, you feel a little bit lighter. Maybe it’s the fever breaking, or maybe it’s just the way he’s looking at you, like he’s already made up his mind to stay by your side no matter what.

You squeeze his hand back, feeling the exhaustion pull at you again, but this time, it’s different. It’s softer, gentler, like the pull of a tide, and you let it take you, comforted by the warmth of his hand in yours and the soft sound of his voice as he hums a tune you can’t quite place.

When you fall back asleep, you do so knowing he’ll be there when you wake.

[xoxochb]

— ice cube of a girlfriend ꣑ৎ‧₊˚. warnings: other than swearing, just tooth rotting fluff, percabeth reference pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hades a/n: it’s been cold ‘round these parts recently… and I run naturally cold so I thought of this hope you enjoy 🫶🏼🫶🏼

cabin thirteen was fucking freezing. it was a well known fact that your father was the god of the dead so your cabin was bound to be cold— but on the other hand of things, and additionally what made the situation worse was that you and your brother were cursed with running naturally cold too. so every winter you face the hardships of being already cold in a frigid environment. lucky enough for you, your son of poseidon boyfriend was happy to help you during these times

such as now, in your cabin underneath piles of blankets (you’re pretty sure there’s at least three, but you could debate about a fourth), percy has his arms wrapped tightly around your freezing frame, your head resting underneath his chin. and despite all the warmth radiating onto you your body still felt cold! after complaining to percy about this he had left you and started a fire inside… well, your fireplace (you thanked your father for this, he might have sucked with the whole “always cold” thing but you were lucky his cabin got a fireplace). you nuzzled your face into the pillow as a substitute for your currently absent boyfriend. soon after the fire started he quickly ran over to place a peck to your forehead with a quiet ‘I’ll be right back’ before rushing out of the cabin

he came back five minutes later with a huge bag of marshmallows and ushered for you and your blankets to join him on the rug just in front of the fireplace. and to present time, you agreed and sat down. he hands you a stick with a marshmallow attached to the end before sitting down himself and re-wrapping himself in all of your blankets

“I know how you love burnt marshmallows. I found a bag of them in the kitchen the other day when I was… uh- looking around for cookies but that’s not the point. I knew they would come in handy” percy rambles

you smile at the incredibly generous action and remembrance for your love of marshmallows burnt to the core. “you’re sweet”

“I try my best” percy shrugs, pulling you onto his lap, placing a kiss atop your sweatshirt (his to be exact) clad shoulder, and wrapping his arms back around your waist

when your marshmallow turns a stygian color you remove it from the fire and turn it towards your face, however, before you’re able to blow on it percy beats you to it. you roll your eyes and allow him to do this, then taking a bite out of it— just as delicious as you remember! when you finish up the first you take a second and then a third. after this, though, you place down the stick and at last turn your attention back to your boyfriend who happily smiles at this

“hey, pretty girl”

“perseus” you nod at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders “I like you”

“shit,” he laughs “I was afraid of that. I like you too”

you can’t help mimicking his demeanor. “you’re so stupid” you giggle before, finally, pressing your lips against his

[pigfacedbitch]

✨ Dating Clovis | General headcanons of dating the son of Hypnos.

✨ I Worship You | They fell for a Greek deity (Jason Grace & Percy Jackson).

✨ Let's Break Up (I) | You try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend (Jason Grace, Percy Jackson & Nico Di Angelo).

✨ Let's Break Up (II) | You try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend (Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang & Will Solace).

✨ Phobia | Your phobia relates to your boyfriend's gifted godly abilities (Jason Grace, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang & Nico Di Angelo).

✨ You Like... Who? | You tell your sister that you're in love with Octavian (Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque & Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano).

✨ Chiron's Secret | Percy finds something particularly odd in Chiron's office.

✨ Falling in Love With Leo Valdez | Title speaks for itself. reader is a daughter of Poseidon. Timeline is from the Lost Hero to the Mark of Athena.

✨ First Doesn't Mean Forever | Second to None but Annabeth's POV.

✨ Second to None | You may be Percy's girlfriend, but not his first choice.

✨ The Price of Promos | Percy is obsessed with you, but people ship you with Jason. What's worse is you two take advantage of it on certain situations.

✨ Way Back Home | Visiting May Castellan after the Battle of Manhattan.

✨ Annabeth Meets A Spider

✨ Guinea Pig

✨ Luke's Origin Villain Story

✨ Literal Guardian Angel

✨ Speechless

✨ Solangelo's Argument

✨ The Lightning Food Thief

[g0thnico]

Things that if I were Rick Riordan I would make more dramatic:

Percy and Gabe's relationship. I understand that it's a children's series so it's normal not to be explored as much, but if PJO was written by me, I would be turning this into one of the main points of Percy's traumas

Percy's mortal life. The only times this is introduced in PJO is to show something divine next, usually monsters or new problems. I would have shown more of what Percy was like at school and his relationship with mortals (or lack thereof)

Percy's powers. Okay, Percy is super powerful and doesn't have any conditions for this?? Nico has nothing more fair. For me, Percy's healing should 2hurt, a burning sensation for cuts and the feeling of bones going back into place when he needs to fix them. In addition, his ability to control water will cause hunger that varies according to how much he used his powers

Ares. Okay Ares is the god of war, but also the protector of women, don't you think he would have at least conflicted feelings about Percy because he was abused along with his mother? I think he would have at least a little empathy for him because of Sally

Percy's romantic life. Okay Rick, we already understand that you definitely don't know how to write romance novels, so leave it to me. Your development of Percabeth was crap and Perachel manages to make it worse, don't even talk to me about Percalypso, he accidentally ended up making Percy's romantic development with two of Hades' sons better than the canon couples. Yes, I'm talking about Bianca di Angelo because it seems like no one noticed the way he talked about Bianca (she was different from the other girls and easy to talk to), Nico (he felt a great sense of protection towards him and couldn't stop thinking about the boy who ran away) and HADES (he was amazed by Hades' dark form and would like to sleep at his feet????)

Grover and Percy soul connection. The fact that Grover and Percy are bonded and feel each other's feelings and the fact that if one dies, the other dies with them, has only been explored 2 or 3 times and that is absurd!!!! I would do at least 5 dramatic scenes where Percy feels an indescribable sadness and can't show anything but Grover cries and breaks down in helplessness just by feeling his friend's emotions. Maybe another one where Grover almost dies and Percy spits blood and faints and everyone has to find a way to save both of them or simply undo the bond before one dies, or even take care of one through the other's body (if that's possible) ok I have a lot of ideas

finally, the older brother complex coming from Sally (feeling like the experiment that went wrong and watching what went right grow). Long title, I know, but it's necessary and self-explanatory. Sally had Percy and went through a lot of hardships because he was a demigod and she was practically a single mother (having Gabe as a husband is the same as nothing) so Percy grew up with a lot of trauma and somewhat neglected by his parents and society (don't be fooled, Sally is an excellent mother, but they were a poor family and she had to work, leaving the boy to fend for himself and become somewhat independent too soon). He did everything possible to avoid causing trouble and in Sally's eyes, he really didn't! She sees all the problems they went through as the fault of the gods or monsters, not her son (the victim). So Sally gets rid of Gabe, moves out, marries a good man who understands her and accepts her "we have to deal with half-blood stuff" lifestyle, and has a normal, mortal daughter who has a perfect family. Percy never had that, and when he does, he feels like he's second best in this butter-business family. So he wants his sister to have the best life possible but realizes it's too late for him to live that

and the younger brother complex from Poseidon (feels like he must exceed his expectations, become the hero everyone expects, become as good as all the other sons of Poseidon). Percy is a demigod, accidentally a son of Poseidon and that shouldn't be a big deal. But suddenly there is a prophecy and he is the chosen one, so he is Poseidon's favorite son, strongest demigod, hero of Olympus and he needs to be strong, more than ever Percy needs to be not only good, but the best. Never in his life was he expected to do anything, not even get past the 6th grade so dad God Almighty puts all this weight on his back and he almost dies more times than he can count

[birdiewriteslit]

OMGGG!!! i saw ur post abt luke requests and im so glad i did bc i have also had a terrible poseidons daughter!reader brainrott

could you write smth about luke and pd!reader sneaking out to go on a date and then getting caught and sassed out by percy?? 🫶

yes ofc! we love persassy here

luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: just persassy and a make out sesh

for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that curfew and harpies don’t exist at chb

The knock came at 10:30 pm. You were feeling very lucky in that moment that Percy was a heavier sleeper than you. You tiptoed to the door, opening it slowly and as quietly as possible.

The moment you turned to face Luke after closing the door with caution, his lips were on yours. You pulled away before he managed to convince you to continue right there in front of your cabin.

“Luke!” you whisper shouted. “You can’t do that here.”

He grinned, bringing both hands to your waist, squeezing once. “What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

“Your secret girlfriend, and no, not until we’re at least fifty feet away from the cabins,” you reminded him.

“Stop pretending you don’t want to,” he said, teasing.

He was right, you were pretending. You were flustered by the kiss, and he could tell. You kind of hated how good he was at knowing and how he was even better at making it worse.

“Let’s just go,” you said, not looking at him as you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the beach.

You eventually made there, getting stopped by Luke’s advances on you every once in a while. He settled next to you on the sand, and tugged at the string on your hoodie. “Can we make out now?”

You gave him a look, one that he knew didn’t actually mean no, even though you tried to make it look like you were serious. “Damn, give me a second. Why’re you so desperate tonight?”

“Because I love you,” he said plainly, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss your cheek. “And I haven’t seen you all day. Is it a crime to miss you?”

You rolled your eyes even though you were blushing. “Stop being so sweet.”

“Stop being so beautiful,” he countered, wasting no time in dropping his head down to meet your lips. You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks and deepening the kiss.

He shifted your legs over his lap with his free arm, the other one pulling you even closer, his fingertips grazing over your hair.

You let your fingers tangle themselves in his curls, slightly tugging at them. He let out small noise, curling his hand around your neck and running his thumb along your jaw. “Oh, Luke,” you moaned into his mouth.

“So, I’m guessing this isn’t the way to the bathrooms?”

Your brother’s voice made you spring away from Luke, pushing him back with your palm on his chest.

Your face was burning as you made a large effort to not make eye contact with Luke. “Percy, you know where the bathrooms are.”

“That’s beside the point. What are you doing with this freak of nature?” he asked, quite seriously, as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Freak of nature?” Luke protested, but Percy held up one hand to silence him.

“Didn’t ask for your input.” He gave Luke a dirty look before turning to you. “Are you going to explain yourself? Hm?”

“We’ve been seeing each other,” you said, looking cautiously over at Luke. “For a while now.”

“A while? You’ve been settling for this pervert for a while?”

“Settling isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Pervert isn’t either,” Luke added unhelpfully.

“Well, judging by what I just walked in on, it’s the one I would use,” Percy said. “Come on, Y/n, let’s go to bed, which is where we’re supposed to be because it’s nighttime.”

“But-“

“No buts! Let’s go.” He turned on his heel and started to walk away.

“And here I was, thinking he liked me,” Luke said despairingly.

You stood, wiping sand off of your pants. “He’ll come around,” you reasoned.

“Please, give me one more kiss before I have to say goodbye forever,” he said dramatically, taking your hand and rising to his knees.

You giggled. “You’re so weird.” But you still indulged him, leaning down to press your lips to his.

“Stop doing that!” Percy shouted in the distance.