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PJO CHARACTERS !

PJO CHARACTERS When you don’t remember them

pairings • Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdez (SEPERATE)

sypnosis • While cleaning your phone after waking up feeling weird, you find a mysterious number you can’t remember, and a lot of weird texts….

part two. masterlist.

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heyyy i really like your writing, and i wanted to know if you could do one of the pjo & hoo boys with a curly haired reader? like a reader with long, curly hair like merida's one (fem!reader, pls) and could you add nico??

PJO/HOO reacting to you asking them to define your curls

Percy Jackson :

You groaned dramatically as you sat down with your detangling brush and three different curl products. “I can’t do it tonight. My arms are made of seaweed.” Percy poked his head into the room like a curious dog. “You okay?” You looked up at him. “Will you help me do my hair?”

Cue confused Seaweed Brain noises.

He blinked. “Uh… define? Like, in a dictionary? Wait—OH, hair. Got it.” “Define my curls,” you clarified. “It’s a thing.”

Percy stood there like you just handed him a loaded celestial bronze brush. “...Babe, I fight monsters. I control the ocean. This feels like a harder quest.” To his credit, Percy actually listens. He tries his absolute best. He rakes the product through way too fast at first (like he’s sword-fighting your hair), but you guide him through the rhythm: water, product, rake, scrunch.

Eventually, he gets into it. At one point he pauses and goes, “Wait. Is this what Aphrodite kids do for fun? Because I kinda get it now.” “You’re gonna look like a goddess. Well—you already do. But now you’ll be a well-moisturized one.”

He squishes a curl, watches it bounce back, and grins like it’s the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

Haircare Skill: 6/10 (Great learner. Needs to slow down, and stop scrunching like he’s putting out a fire.)

Grover Underwood :

“Oh, yes! Of course! Nature blessed you with curls—it would be an honor to help.”

Grover is full of awe when it comes to your hair. He calls it “earth’s crown” and treats it with the same reverence he gives wildflowers and acorns.

How he helps: He uses way too much product, especially the “natural” ones. Your curls smell like eucalyptus and lemongrass for a week. But his fingers are soft and warm, and he sings little woodland songs while he works.

Sometimes he talks to your curls: “You’re doing great. Just relax and bloom, little spiral.”

Moment: “Curls are like vines. You don’t force them—you guide them.”

Haircare Skill: 6/10 (So much love. So much rosemary-scented chaos.)

Connor Stoll :

“Babe. My time has come.”

You had just flopped onto your bunk like a weary Greek goddess after war—except instead of a sword, your weapon had been a wide-tooth comb, and you’d lost.

You groaned, head hanging off the edge of the mattress. “I can’t do it tonight. The curl routine. The steps. The arm workout. I have no will to live.”

Connor peeked in from the doorway with a mischievous grin. “You calling for backup?”

You lifted a hand like a damsel in distress. “Please. I beg of you.”

His eyes widened, hand on his chest. “You… you want me to do your hair? Like, actually?” “Please. I trust you.” He gasped. “You trust me with the curls? Babe. This is a sacred honor.”

Then he dropped his voice an octave. “Activate… Curl Daddy 3000™.”

How he helps: It starts off ridiculous. He makes a grand show of inspecting your products like he’s a curly-haired sommelier. “Ah yes, this one has notes of coconut, regret, and post-shower desperation.” You slap his arm, laughing. “Just do it!”

Then something terrifying happens: he gets serious. Like, almost too serious.

He rakes through your curls gently, muttering to himself like a man on a mission. “Water first. Then product. No raking on dry hair, Stoll. You got this.” At some point, he pauses and goes, “These are type 3b spirals, right? Mid-density? High porosity? You need extra hydration.”

You stared at him like he’d just recited the Iliad backwards. “How do you know that?” He winked. “Let’s just say I’ve seen a few TikToks. For research purposes.” “Research?” “You’re hot. And I like watching people do satisfying hair videos, okay?”

He sections your hair like a pro, uses a misting bottle to rehydrate as he goes, and squishes your curls like he’s testing the bounce on Olympic trampolines. He even sings a dramatic fake theme song while he works: 🎶 Curl Daddy 3000, here to slay / detangling demons all the way 🎶

Every so often, he pauses just to admire your curls like they’re magical. “People fear the curls. But I respect the curls.”

Moment: When he finishes, he steps back and puts his hands on his hips like an artist admiring their masterpiece. “Oh yeah. She’s got volume. She’s got bounce. She’s got hold. She's got face. She's got body. Look out world.”

You glance in the mirror. Defined. Moisturized. Practically red carpet ready.

“I think you did it better than I do it,” you murmur.

He shrugs, smug. “I contain multitudes.”

Then he kisses the top of your head. “Next time you’re tired, you don’t even have to ask. Your curls are safe with me.”

Haircare Skill: 100/10 (A student of the internet, master of chaos, and shockingly gentle. Would 100% start a prank haircare channel. You’d be the model. He’d be the chaos.)

Luke Castellan :

“You want me to help you with your hair? You trust me that much?”

You sat on the edge of his bed, curls dripping onto a towel, shoulders drooping. It had been a long day—training, stress, the usual existential dread—and your arms simply refused to lift again.

Luke looked up from his book and closed it instantly. “Of course. Sit down, sweetheart.”

How he helps: He moves like he’s holding something sacred. You hand him the leave-in, the curl cream, the oil—he studies each label like it’s a prophecy.

“I don’t want to mess it up,” he murmurs.

“You won’t.”

He sits behind you and runs his fingers through each section slowly. Carefully. He doesn’t rush. You can feel how focused he is, like your hair is a language he’s learning one curl at a time.

He pauses sometimes just to kiss your shoulder. To tuck a damp curl behind your ear. To exhale softly.

“I didn’t have a lot of softness growing up,” he admits quietly. “But this? Taking care of you like this? It’s the kind of softness I want to keep.”

Moment: “I never thought I’d have something this soft in my life—this peaceful.”

You lean back against him and close your eyes, the scent of your curl cream mixing with the faint warmth of his hands.

“You’re good at this,” you whisper.

“I’m good at you,” he answers, and scrunches a curl with reverence.

Haircare Skill: 8/10 (Not perfect, but everything he touches turns into devotion. The curls come out lovely—and so does your heart.)

Travis Stoll :

“Wait—you’re letting me touch your curls? Babe, you trust me that much? I’m honored. I feel like I just got knighted.”

You were halfway through your post-shower routine, your curls wet and clumping without definition, and your arms were done. You called for him, half-jokingly. “Travis, come do my hair before I shave it all off.”

He peeked in like a raccoon, wide-eyed and immediately hyped. “Ohhh, you want the full Stoll Special?”

“No chaos,” you warned.

He held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

How he helps: It starts silly, of course. He makes a little crown out of your microfiber towel. Tries to name each curl section like “The Royal Court of Spiral-Land.” But when you hand him the leave-in, he buckles down.

He gets weirdly focused. Like, tongue-sticking-out-while-sectioning kind of focused. He rakes through your hair carefully, occasionally mumbling, “This is so satisfying…” while watching your curls bounce back.

You catch him twirling a few around his finger like he's braiding ivy. “Look, I made a heart curl!”

“You’re supposed to be defining them, not flirting with them.”

“They’re an extension of you. I can’t help it.”

Moment: He finishes by scrunching gently and sitting back with this proud, goofy smile. “If loving your curls is wrong… I don’t wanna be right.”

You peek in the mirror. Defined. Bouncy. Surprisingly even.

“Holy crap,” you say. “You actually did it.”

He smirks. “Told you. Curl whisperer.”

Haircare Skill: 6.5/10 (Solid execution. Loses points for getting distracted halfway through and briefly trying to make a TikTok about it.)

Will Solace :

“YES. Absolutely. Sit. Sit down, goddess. This is my battlefield now.”

You barely got the question out before Will rolled up his sleeves like a seasoned pro. “Do you want the lightweight curl cream or the medium-hold? And I brought a wide-tooth comb. Just in case.”

How he helps: Will treats your hair like a sacred healing ritual. He detangles your curls gently while humming, uses the perfect ratio of water to product, and actually sectioned your hair before you even asked.

He even diffuses with a hairdryer on low heat. On low. Respectful king.

Moment: “Do you know how soothing this is? I think I’m healing myself just doing this.”

He kisses your forehead, then adjusts a coil that fell out of place. “You’re perfect. Let me help you feel that way, too.”

Haircare Skill: 10/10 (Hair god. Probably has a Pinterest board for curl types. Would run a self-care workshop.)

Nico Di Angelo :

“You want me to… touch your hair?”

He said it like you just asked him to handle radioactive material. The idea both terrifies and intrigues him.

You were lying on his bed in the Hades cabin, too tired to even reach for the curl cream. “Please, I’m exhausted.”

His cheeks flush. “What if I mess it up?” You smile. “I trust you.”

How he helps: Nico becomes eerily focused. He kneels behind you and carefully separates each curl like he's defusing a bomb. His fingers are cold but gentle, and he asks before doing every step. He even mutters little “sorrys” every time he accidentally tugs too hard.

By the end, he’s still not sure he did it right—but your hair looks great.

Moment: “These curls… they’re kind of like you. Wild. Untouchable. Beautiful.”

Then, in a whisper only you can hear: “And I would never change a single thing about them.”

Haircare Skill: 7/10 (Surprisingly careful and follows instructions to the letter. Afraid of leave-in conditioner like it’s a spirit from the Underworld.)

Jason Grace :

“I… don’t know how to do that. But I can learn.”

Jason takes your hair as seriously as he takes being a Praetor. He gets mentally prepared, asks for a step-by-step rundown, and salutes the conditioner bottle like a soldier reporting for duty.

How he helps: He’s gentle, very methodical, and so respectful. But he mixes up the products once and tries to apply mousse with gloves for “hygiene.” You have to stop him from overthinking it.

Still, his focus and care make the whole experience feel like a soft, golden dream.

Moment: “I’m starting to understand why you look so tired after wash day… this is a whole workout. You’re a hero just for dealing with this every week.”

Haircare Skill: 6.5/10 (He does well! Just needs to relax. He’s treating each curl like a Senate bill.)

Frank Zhang :

Reaction: “You want… me to help? Are you sure? I’ve never… I might mess it up…”

Frank is so nervous at first, like he’s afraid your curls will turn into snakes if he touches them wrong.

You reassure him, and he kneels behind you with the careful gentleness of a knight polishing his lady’s armor.

How he helps: He asks for approval after every step. “Is this okay?” “Too rough?” “Too much product?” It’s endearing, and honestly, he ends up doing really well.

Every so often he just stares at your curls and mumbles something like, “Whoa... they’re so pretty up close.”

Moment: “This is like… art. Your hair’s like a painting, and I don’t wanna mess it up.”

Haircare Skill: 8/10 (Tender baby bear. Only flaw is over-worrying. But you’ll feel so loved.)

Leo Valdez :

“I GOT THIS! I watched a YouTube video once. Wait, where’s the diffuser? Is that the one that looks like a UFO or…?”

You ask for help and Leo immediately turns it into a science project. He’s hyped. Possibly too hyped.

How he helps: Leo’s method is… chaotic good. He puts too much leave-in conditioner on one side of your head, then forgets to use gel on the other. But he talks to your curls like they’re sentient:

“Behave. Be bouncy. Don’t embarrass me in front of my hot girlfriend.”

He ends up with curl cream on his nose and some in his eyebrows. But you’re laughing the whole time.

Moment: “Curly girl method? Pfft. More like curly genius method—wait, is it supposed to be this crunchy?”

Haircare Skill: -4/10 (Fails scientifically. Passes emotionally. 10/10 would let him do it again just to watch him talk to your curls.)

Octavian :

You were exhausted, flopped dramatically on a Roman lounge couch, your detangling brush abandoned beside you. “I don’t have the energy, Octavian. Please. Help me or bury me in a toga.”

He glanced up from his scroll like you’d offered him a rare relic. “You want me to tame the storm of your curls?”

You nodded pitifully.

He placed his scroll down, stood up slowly, and rolled his sleeves like a priest before a sacrifice. “Bring me your finest tools. This will be my masterpiece.”

How he helps: Octavian treats this like a ritual. He doesn’t just section—he maps your head like a Roman general planning a siege. Each product is applied with precision. He scoffs at store-brand gel and pulls a jar from his own stash. “From the Venus cabin. Only the best.”

He says things like “This curl clumps like a Senate faction. We must break it apart to restore order.”

And he loves scrunching. He treats your hair like he’s sculpting a statue. Gentle but with deep control. Like he thinks your curls represent the fall of Rome and the rise of natural glory.

Moment: “If Rome had statues of women with curls like yours, maybe it wouldn’t have fallen.”

You blink at your reflection—defined, shiny, coiled to perfection—and can’t even argue.

“Octavian?”

“Yes, my darling?”

“…You’re terrifyingly good at this.”

He bows. “I accept your worship.”

Haircare Skill: 9/10 (Meticulous. Dramatic. Smells faintly of lavender and tyranny.)

[oceaneyedthoughtdaughter]

hiii bb

first off all GURL YOUR WRITING IS LITERALLY TOP TIER I CANNOT WITH IT—

and second, i saw you had your requests open and while i’ve never done this before i really, really would love it if you could write a poly!wolfstar with reader coming from a pretty similar family background as sirius and gets triggered by loud noises and remus is in a bad headspace because it’s just a few days before full moon and he accidently yells at her and reader just shuts down and tries to brush it off because she thinks she’s being dramatic and tries to act unruffled but sirius sees through it and overall just hurt/comfort, pretty please? ILY

Awe thank you lovely! For both the sweetness and the request <3

cw: migraine, reader panics because of shouting/aggression

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

Remus has told you to leave him alone more than once. You know that you should, that you really ought to make yourself scarce because these moods before the full moon almost never yield good things. The issue is that you care about Remus more than consequences, and as a result you’re not very good at doing what you should. 

“Hey,” you say gently, when he passes you by on his way back to his desk with another cup of tea. “That’s too much caffeine, lovely. You’ll make your headache worse.” 

“It’ll be fine,” Remus grunts. He continues on his way, and, despite Sirius’ look, despite knowing better yourself, you give chase. 

“You’ll regret it if you have another,” you reason, following him to his work-cluttered desk, which has been shoved temporarily into the darkest corner of your bedroom. “I know some caffeine helps, but too much—”

“I know how it works.” Remus’ voice is low. Low, but not thin. He doesn’t look at you as he sits down. “I need it, alright?” 

You take a breath. Yes, you can see how you explaining Remus’ own migraines to him might not be well received. But it’s not easy to watch your boyfriend act against his own self-interest. 

Remus has described the feelings leading up to a full moon to you before. He said it feels like something sizzling under his skin, or crackling. It’s not entirely pleasant, but it gives him more energy than he ever has otherwise. Makes him restless, productive, lively. Eventually, though, that energy builds into something he can barely tolerate—that’s when the migraines usually start. Remus gets irritable, his joints ache, it’s like his body is trying to hold something no human can, waiting for the full moon and the chance for Remus’ not-human body to expel it all. 

When you think about how much energy he’s storing, that electric sizzle under his skin, caffeine hardly seems necessary. Until you take into account that Remus has hardly slept for the past three nights. Then you wonder if perhaps his brain can no longer keep up with the tireless dynamism of the rest of him. 

“Maybe you should rest for a while instead,” you try. 

“I have work to do.” 

“It’ll still be there after a nap.”

“And I suppose I may as well just wait until after the full, then, yeah?” 

“I mean, maybe.” You pick up on Remus’ sarcasm, but you don’t disagree. “You can’t be expected to just power through when you’re having such a hard time.” 

“Really?” There’s bite in your boyfriend’s voice now. Enough that you retract the hand you were about to set on his shoulder. “I can’t be expected to? That’s exactly what’s expected of me. I don’t just get a week off every month.” 

You push out a frustrated breath. “I know, and that’s not fair—” 

“None of this is fair.” Remus turns in his seat, glowering with such virulence it shocks you despite the argument you’d thought you were prepared for. “There aren’t allowances made for lycanthropy. If I told my boss that I need a lighter workload and he made the connection, he could report me to the ministry. I can’t afford to complain about how my head hurts or indulge in naps and breaks when everyone else keeps working.” 

His voice rises, and he’s suddenly taller than you, looking down on you. He stood up. Your ears are ringing. 

“If everyone else is able to handle their workload during the full, I have to, too. Do you understand that?” 

You find you can’t speak. There’s a horrible ache sitting in the base of your throat which won’t let anything out. You nod. 

“Do you?” Remus seems exasperated. Baffled by your naïveté. “I don’t want to be told that I shouldn’t be working. I don’t want to be told that I can’t have caffeine to get through it, because I know what I have to do, and that’s not something you can understand. Alright?”

“Alright,” you choke out. 

“Do you get that?” 

“Yes.” 

“Remus,” says another voice. You don’t turn, but you don’t need to; Sirius always follows the sound of shouting. It’s habit for him. “That’s enough, love.” 

“I was done,” Remus snaps. 

Sirius’ hand wraps around your elbow. His fingers feel cool, or maybe you’re only hot. You feel very, very hot. 

“Hey,” he prompts softly. Now you look at him. Sirius’ expression is all tenderness, and it feels like whiplash. “You okay?” 

You dismiss the question with a shake of your head. Your ears are still ringing. “Yeah.” 

You look back to Remus. You can’t help it. You want to fix, and to leave, and to dissolve. But Remus is the epicenter of everything, and you feel as though taking your eyes off him even temporarily is a danger. 

“Let’s be done squabbling for now,” Sirius says, his voice unnaturally light. “We’ve all said our piece, yeah?” He gives your arm a gentle tug, and you take a step back. You’d been nearly right up against Remus, you realize. Frozen to the spot where you’d gone to rest your hand on his shoulder. Sirius runs his thumb over your skin before asking again, “Are you okay?” 

Tears invade your eyes without warning. Your face burns, and you feel it screw up in an attempt to keep them from falling. “Yeah,” you say unsteadily. “I’m just—so—sorry.” 

Two things happen seemingly at once: your voice fractures, and Sirius crushes you to him. 

Remus exhales. You hear the creak of his chair taking his weight again. “Shit.” 

“Shh, I know,” Sirius murmurs, petting your head while your tears spill over to wet his jumper—Remus’ jumper, which smells like both of them and probably also you. “I know, baby, it’s okay. You’re safe here.” 

“I’m sorry,” Remus says. His voice sounds muffled, as though he’s speaking into his hands. 

“No, it’s—I’m sorry.” You sniff, trying to wipe under your eyes. Sirius keeps you held to his front. “It’s not your fault.” 

“It is my fault.” 

“I believe I said we were done with the squabbling.” Sirius kisses your head firmly. “What do you need, sweetness? Some quiet? Time to breathe?” 

“I’m okay. Really, I’m fine.” You give Sirius a grateful squeeze before letting him go. He lets you, but watches you concernedly as you swipe a knuckle underneath your eyes. The ringing in your ears has faded to near nothing, aftershocks trembling through your fingers in its wake.  “I’m fine. I just—needed a second. Sorry.” 

Sirius makes a quiet sound. “Stop that. You don’t have to be sorry.” 

Remus nods his agreement. His head is in his hands, you can see now, but he lifts it up to look you in the eyes. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.” 

You shake your head. “You were right. I was insensitive. And I don’t know why I reacted like that, I’m just being dramatic.” 

“Oi,” Sirius cuts in sternly, though half as stern as he’d usually be even to tease you. “I’m dramatic. Get your own personality.” 

That gets your lips to twitch a little. You watch as Remus sends him one of his fond, exasperated looks. 

“You weren’t being dramatic,” Remus says to you. “I shouted at you. However angry I was, that’s not alright. I’m sorry I scared you.” 

“You didn’t scare me.” Your eyes are beginning to burn again. You try to blink through it. “It was just—it was—” 

“I understand,” he says, softly. His expression is still taut with pain, but some of the harsher lines have melted away. “I’m sorry anyway. Do you want to come here?” 

Sirius hums satisfiedly when you go sit across Remus’ lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He draws his hand up and down your back slowly, with enough pressure to ease away any lingering tension coiled around your spine. You breathe out. Sirius doesn’t hold out long before he’s there too, curled around the two of you and squeezing heartily. 

“You two aren’t allowed to fight,” he mutters, kissing your head and Remus’ in turn. “In order for me to be petty and vain, I need you to be the sensible ones, understand? This is a delicate ecosystem.” 

“I don’t know,” you hum. “I think Remus should get breaks some way or another around the full moon. Can’t you take a sensible shift once a month?” 

Sirius lets out a sigh like the weight of the world is on his shoulders, but you hear the gentle sound of him pressing another kiss to Remus’ head. “Suppose so. Only once a month, though.” 

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Staying alive was never Jason's strong suit

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I love seeing them together 🌊⚡️

Another old art I did from last year

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Jason is so funny because Nico being gay changed his perception of him but for the better. Before that he was like "I don't trust this guy, he's creeping me out what is up with him". Then when the whole thing with Cupid happened he was ready to punch Cupid or anyone who bothered him and went from not trusting Nico to drinking poison to show him he wanted to be his friend lmao. King of allies

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I honestly think that “the gods are real, and they have kids, and those kids have ISSUES” is still the best description of the Riordanverse I’ve heard to-date.

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Worst pain

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Death will not free you of your duties, Jason Grace

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Jason Grace x Reader: Living Together

I am using a prompt from a list I made. You can request a certain character with a certain prompt or prompts if you’d like. The list is right here.

Prompt # 2: “I just think you’re being unreasonable.”      “I think that asking you to stop eating my mac ‘n cheese is a completely reasonable and acceptable request.” 

  There are pros and cons to living with your girlfriend. Pro: You get to see each other more. Con: Some friends, cough Leo cough, think the main reason we live together is so that we can do the.. ahem, whenever and wherever we want. That’s not the reason we’re living together Leo! It’s easier to pay for one apartment with two people, than it is to pay for an apartment on your own.

     There are some obvious pros and cons that are a part of living together. One of the cons being your girlfriend stealing your food! Take this evening for example.

     “(Y/n)! Stop eating my food!” I exclaimed as (Y/n) took yet another bite of my mac ‘n cheese. “Anyways, why don’t you go make your own? You’re a good cook.” I reasoned as she finished her bite of my food. “Mmmm, nah!” (Y/n) exclaimed, pretending to think. “And why not?” I asked, pulling my bowl away from her incoming fork. (Y/n) pouted a bit before answering my question. “Because yours is better, for two reasons. It’s already made, and well, it’s yours.”

     I sat there silently thinking about her answer. The reason she’s been stealing my mac ’n cheese is because she’s too lazy to make herself some, and she just likes stealing my food. I pulled my bowl away once more as (Y/n) tried to steal more of my mac ‘n cheese. She pouted once again while looking up at me. “I just think you’re being unreasonable.” She said, the pout never vanishing. “I think that asking you to stop eating my mac ‘n cheese is a completely reasonable an acceptable request.”

     “Jason, pleeeaaaase?” (Y/n) whined, fake tears coming to her eyes. Even though I knew it was all fake I couldn’t help but feel bad. I sighed and handed her the bowl. (Y/n)’s eyes lit up and she leaned over pecked my cheek. “Thanks Jason!” I shook my head then stood up and made my way to the kitchen. Next time I’ll just have to remember to make extra.

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Oooo Jason grace x daughter of Apollo! Reader headcanons?

Pretty please?

HI IM SORRY I TOOK A FEW DAYS TO GET TO THIS TY FOR REQUESTING <3

jason grace x apollo reader headcanons (i love being apollo cabin fr we're so cool)

if you're the musical kind then he'd LOVE to hear all your thoughts on anything music-related

whether it's about your favourite songs or something you wrote he's the first one who you'd tell about it

he'd definitely make you playlists <3

songs that made him think of you, of both of you, of that one specific day you spent together... everything

he'd be your muse and if you showed him a love song you wrote about you guys he'd blush SOOO HARD he's so cute

he'd definitely save up to get you whatever instruments you wanted for your birthday/Christmas/any other holidays

he'd also learn an instrument in secret so he can play along with you

he'd buy you pretty notebooks (with good quality paper of course) to write your lyrics in

same for if you write poetry!

he'd make sure you have all the best supplies - pens, pencils, you name it

for my medic apollo kids, he'd be the sweetest assistant you could ask for whenever you need him

when the medical room at chb is understaffed he is your man he has spent so much time observing you as you work that he is ready to step in with anything

nothing too serious obviously he's not formally trained but he will be there to help whether it's to comfort younger kids and stick plasters on their cuts or to pass you whatever tools you need for more major injuries

archery gang!

he would watch in awe as you practise and hone your skills (even though you're obviously good already)

he would ask you to show him how and would blush so hard when you take his hands and guide his movements

he'd especially love watching you teach the kids

this would apply to anything actually poetry art archery everything

he'd just love it he'd probably appear part way through without you noticing and he'd lean against a wall with this soft little lovestruck smile on his face as he watches you gently guide your younger siblings and encourage them

if you didn't notice him after a bit he'd probably slink up to you as you're showing a kid how to do something

also he doesn't have any younger kids in his own cabin so he'd be great with your siblings

he'd genuinely be so good with kids guys i might go insane he's so perf

anyways

you guys would sneak to his cabin quite a lot for alone time

i mean it's almost always just him in there why wouldn't you

the apollo cabin has quite a lot of people in it, and being one of the older kids there means it can be quite a lot to deal with sometimes

honestly you'd probably go there even when he isn't sometimes (it's less creepy now that he rearranged the furniture so the statue of zeus isn't staring at you anymore)

occasionally he comes back to find you curled up in his bed in his shirt after a long day - as much as you love teaching the kids and doing what you do, it can be exhausting, and no one gets it more than jason does

so, on those days, more often than not, he'll take off his shoes, get into something more comfy and slip in beside you

if you're asleep, he'll do whatever he knows soothes you while you sleep

if you talk, he'll listen, always

and if you don't, he'll non-intrusively ask you if you do

if you do want to tell him about it, he'll listen quietly and hold you if you want him to, or give you space if you don't, making sure you know he's there for you

if you don't want to talk, he'll just stay in comfortable silence with you, or tell you about his day to fill it

he's the most comfortable person ever when i tell you

he's just so comfy

he would love spooning and being the tall gorgeous blond he is he'd be a great big spoon

he'd hold you not too tight but tight enough to be grounding and comfy and warm especially if it's cold

also i feel like he himself would be quite warm which may be not ideal if it's hot in summer BUT pros of being son of Jupiter he can cool the air around you so you have no excuse not to let him be near you because his clingy ass will not let you out of his sight

i remember seeing someone write about how apollo kids will always wake up at sunrise because of apollo blasting music only they can hear from his chariot idk if it's canon but um yeah

if that was to happen jason would 100% join you to watch the sunrise

he'd probably fly you up to a good viewing point because he's superman ofc

hm okay what else

this is basically a thought dump

okay um on to more romantic things

as i mentioned he makes you playlists

he would also burn them to cds if that's what you're into (his knowledge of technology is probably not the greatest but if anyone would put effort into working out how it would be him !! he'd also probably get leo's help)

he would DEFINITELY categorise them by mood and make the insert cards with the songs/artists to go with cds

and going off of this

he would DEFINITELY have a hot playlist

i'm talking like false god by taylor swift, bad for business by sabrina carpenter, after midnight by chappell roan you know what i meannnn

all songs that make him think of you of course ;)

he would lowkey get so embarrassed when sharing it with you even though the actual name written on the cd is something vague and he didn't make the insert card yet so you don't know what songs are on it

he would just start melting when you actually play it also he'd be a blushing stuttering mess trying to bury his face in a pillow

that is until you pull him on top of you and kiss him while false god plays in the background ;3

speaking of he's obviously a GREAT kisser

he'd be pretty gentle especially at the start of your relationship

he might be scared of hurting you because for a long time most of what he knew was functional and often violent

but once you reassure him and guide him a bit he'd be so so good at giving you just what you need

he's not a fan of super intense pda but is quite affectionate when in private or if he really feels the need in public - it takes some getting used to it before he won't shy away

he tries not to be but he would be a little possessive i fear

he would mostly be good at not showing it in public especially if someone else was coming on to you or something

usually he'd just shut it down by being the sweet perfect boyfriend he is - he'd come and stand with you, wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders and smile politely as you talk to whoever it is

but if they're really overstepping he might be inclined to just sort of "excuse me and my girlfriend, will you?"

and if it's REALLY bad he might pull you into a secluded area without another word and kiss you until you're weak in the knees

sorry i really wanna kiss him okay um anyways

he would love to play with your hair and help you style it

he's definitely good with his hands if ykwim ;)

no but for real he would so good at styling hair

especially because with his abilities he could probably find a way to reduce the static electricity which would help

i think he'd probably want to experiment with his own hair also after leaving camp jupiter

maybe grow it out try some different haircuts even colour perhaps

he is of course a perfect gentleman

he'd always be willing to carry your bags or anything else for you and would ensure he walks on the outside of the street

he'd definitely match your energy with anything you're super interested in and would love to share about his own (likely niche history)

i can imagine the two of you lying in bed at night just like quietly yapping over your favourite things whether it's random trivia, sports, music, or just random thoughts that pop into your head

i feel like he often gets incorrectly perceived as boring because he literally had memory loss but i feel like while he would be somewhat introverted he would be absolutely full of thoughts and unique humour and love for you <3

[oceaneyedthoughtdaughter]

My domestic wolfstar headcanon: They 100% threaten each other … with affection. Constantly.

Remus working too late into the night? Sirius: “If you don’t come to bed, I will spoon you so hard you’ll suffocate on love.

Sirius leaves his boxers everywhere? Remus: “Do it again and I’m cross-stitching ‘Property of Remus Lupin’ into all your underwear.”

Remus trying to be annoyed during a fight? Sirius: “Keep scowling at me and I’m going to kiss your forehead so gently it’ll emotionally destabilize you.”

Bonus (ft. Harry)

Sirius being a menace during dinner: Remus: …Get off the kitchen counter, Pads. Sirius: Make me. Remus: I will kiss you stupid in front of everyone, don’t test me. Sirius, already leaning in: Okay. Threaten me harder. Harry, sobbing into his plate: I just wanted pasta.

Sirius hogging the blanket during movie night.. Remus: You have five seconds to share or I’m tucking you into my sweater and smothering you with kisses until you cry. Harry: For the love of Merlin, please stop traumatizing me.

[oceaneyedthoughtdaughter]

genuinely still confused as to how people can kin remus and have him be their favourite character at the same time.. like where's the low self esteem? where's the social anxiety?? where's the self hatred??? wdym????

[oceaneyedthoughtdaughter]

I made a Remus version !! Enjoy !!!

[oceaneyedthoughtdaughter]

Leo Valdez

I ain't no prince of love but give me a second

One-Shots

-- Everyone Else Ties For Second

Summary: Leo and the reader are in Bunker 9 hanging out like they usually do late at night on the weekends when Leo asks the reader an uncharacteristically serious question that leads to some awkward sputtering and maybe something more...? (2.3k words)

Blurbs

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Headcanons

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[oceaneyedthoughtdaughter]

ੈ♡‧₊˚ “𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕.”

— PJO / HOO BOYS ; their role in a fantasy novel x reader headcanons .ᐟ part i.

characters ✧ percy jackson , jason grace , and leo valdez . .

additional notes 𐙚 this draft has been collecting dust for like weeks now LOL ! but i also plan to make different parts for a lot more characters if you guys want that ☺️

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏 ‘ THE PRINCE.

౨ৎ we all know percy’s a prince guy. his whole brand is just .. princey?? it gives me prince vibes.

౨ৎ ERIC!! think of eric from the little mermaid, oh my gods, he is so eric. like esp. from the live action movie omg im feending ..

౨ৎ he’s very romantic, and very heroic may i add. and a gentleman!!

౨ৎ but he’s like one of those rebel princes, like he’ll go against his father’s laws and go outside of the castle walls to get a glimpse of the village.

౨ৎ and that’s when he would see you! an entertainer / dancer, trying to make a living.

౨ৎ percy’s never seen you before — but when he does for the first time, he’s starstruck. by your moves, and your charming smile.

౨ৎ of course, you have no idea he’s the prince. so when he comes up to you, you think he’s a lowly man trying to take advantage of you.

౨ৎ just as he drops the bag of coins down, “i liked your moves, princess.” / “excuse me?”

౨ৎ once you find out he was royalty, you get really embarassed. and apologize over and over again.

౨ৎ he gets it, assures you, with the most butterfly swarming laugh.

౨ৎ you swear you thought you would melt. but never would you think he was slowly falling for you.

౨ৎ after that, he tries to escape from the palace ever so often for another reason other than having a normal day.

౨ৎ he likes seeing you. your performances, your smile. he liked hearing you laugh.

౨ৎ you two would spend your days at the beach, where most people stayed away from especially the guards who’d immediately spot him, but it was the perfect spot to hang out.

౨ৎ he’s also a great sword-fighter. he’d risk anything to protect you. he usually trained with his father in the garden grounds!

౨ৎ his favorite past time with you is running away from guards! he loves holding your hand, and your harmonized laughs as you guys try to lose them.

౨ৎ he brings you the finest dresses for you performances, with the finest fabric and silks. you thought it was a sweet gesture, and he smiles everytime he watches you perform with something he gifted you.

౨ৎ i like to think he’d try to sneak you in at night just so you can look at the flowers, your flowers. your favorite flowers that he asked the gardeners to plant.

𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 ‘ THE KNIGHT.

౨ৎ jason is so knight core .. argue w a wall idc idc

౨ৎ jason is so naturally protective, and very caring, which i think is very knight of him.

౨ৎ you’re a princess (obv) and he’s assigned to you as your personal bodyguard because you guys are closer in age! your parents think it would be nice for you not to have just a bodyguard, but a friend too.

౨ৎ he loves to listen to you talk. anything. about the books you read recently, the townsfolk you got to meet, the drama around the royal family. as long as it’s your voice he’s hearing, he’s there happily listening and smiling.

౨ৎ “grace! must you be standing there? get out of my sight.” / “i only serve my princess, sire.”

౨ৎ jason didn’t just like you because you we’re beautiful and graceful, as well as intelligent, but because you saw him.

౨ৎ you saw him past the armor and you saw him past his title as a knight. you we’re the only one who understood his desire for softness. and he admired you deeply for that.

౨ৎ the first time you saw jason smile, you thought you saw the sun. the gleam in his blue eyes.

౨ৎ on his days off, he’d still rather spend them with you.

౨ৎ you’d go on and find him in the army’s chambers, and ask him to join you horsebacking or a walk in the market.

౨ৎ he’d always feel giddy to join you. no matter where you guys went.

౨ৎ he’d also teach you how to swordfight, since your father insisted you didnt — jason thought it was important for you to learn, as well as a sort of reason to spend time with you.

౨ৎ “on your left, princess.” / “i thought it was my right?” / “oh. did i say that?” / “you did, my knight.”

౨ৎ if you’re unable to find the books you like, he’ll personally go to the bookstore himself and look for that copy for you. very big ‘acts of service’ guy me thinks!

𝒍𝒆𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒛 ‘ THE PIRATE.

౨ৎ the pirate who ever pirated!!!

౨ৎ of course leo’s a pirate? are you kidding me?? the high-risk adventures, the travels, the thiefing? i know he would LOVE IT.

౨ৎ this is totally not like self-promotion for y’know.. sparks fired — ehem!

౨ৎ he’s really good with his hands, displayed by his awesome sauce machine building skills, which also means he’s a really good thief!

౨ৎ plus, he literally built argo ll with his bare hands. BY. HIM. SELF.

౨ৎ and he’s got astronomical charm! he could sweet talk into getting anything he wants.

౨ৎ but when it comes to another ship’s captain he had fallen head over heels for just by one single glance? you we’re utterly annoyed by the boy.

౨ৎ on argo ll, with his crew, stopping by an island he meets you.

౨ৎ but you we’re cautious. protective of your status and your crew as well as ship and bounty.

౨ৎ “well hello, sirena.” / “nope.”

౨ৎ he tries to make you swoon, with treasures and flattery, but it was hard to break the ice with you.

౨ৎ that didn’t stop him though, another thing about pirate!leo is that he never gave up.

౨ৎ he goes back to his crew all lovesick, hearts floating above his head, a giddy grin plastered on his face.

౨ৎ his crew had never seen their captain so in love with someone. sure, he’d been associated with other women, but you? you we’re causing a totally different effect on him

౨ৎ “i swear by my father’s name, i’m going to get that girl.”

౨ৎ you two are forced to take on a quest that was incredibly dangerous — but the reward was the biggest bounty any pirate could ever dream of. so you took it. even if it meant having to be stuck to the captain for a while.

౨ৎ after going through perils, him saving you and you saving him. you realize, you do wanna spend exploring the seas with him.

౨ৎ once you two actually start dating though, its kind of like — if you’ve watched sinbad legend of the seven seas, your dynamic is a lot like sinbad and marina’s!

౨ৎ “well, there was this one treasure i saw on a ship one time. the most beautiful i’ve ever seen.” / “..what was on the ship?” / “..you.”

౨ৎ “it’s a very long voyage, and very, dangerous.” / “don’t worry, leo, i’ll protect you.”

౨ৎ he’d give up all his bounty and more just to see you smile and kiss those salt-tasting pretty lips of yours a hundred times.

[oceaneyedthoughtdaughter]

How would PJO and HOO boys react if you told them you're pregnant?

Percy Jackson :

“You’re… you’re serious? Like, for real?”

The sea-green eyes widen like crashing waves. For a second, Percy forgets how to breathe. Then—he blinks, laughs, and suddenly he’s pulling you into his arms, almost spinning you off the ground.

“I’m gonna be a dad? Holy crap—I’m gonna be a dad!”

There’s a flash of panic under the joy, a storm behind the smile, but he leans into it, presses his forehead against yours, and whispers, “I’m scared. But I want this—with you.”

Grover Underwood :

Cue the tears. So many happy tears.

He gasps, little goat ears twitching in surprise. “You’re—pregnant?!” Then the realization hits—and he just bursts into joyful sobbing.

“This is the most beautiful moment I’ve ever experienced—and I once watched a patch of wildflowers bloom in under two seconds!”

Grover drops to his knees, places his hands gently on your stomach, eyes misty. “Hey, little one. I’m your satyr dad-friend. I promise to keep you safe, teach you about trees, and love your amazing mom with all my heart.”

Connor Stoll :

“You’re pranking me, aren’t you? …Wait. You’re not.”

Connor’s face scrunches up in classic suspicion the second you say, “I’m pregnant.”

He squints. “Is this payback for the glitter bomb incident? Because if it is, I respect it, but also—WAIT, are you serious?”

When he realizes you’re not joking, his mouth falls open. For once in his life, Connor Stoll is speechless.

Then? The smile comes. Wide. Wild. Ridiculous. And somehow soft around the edges.

“I’m gonna be a dad? Like, a real one? That’s… insane. And awesome. And a little terrifying.”

He presses his forehead to yours and laughs under his breath. “Looks like someone’s finally gonna out-prank me. Better start hiding the whoopee cushions now.”

Travis Stoll :

“Well, there goes our sleep schedule forever—AND I COULDN’T BE HAPPIER.”

Travis drops whatever’s in his hands (probably something illegal or half-exploded) and runs over like you just said you won the lottery.

“WE’RE HAVING A KID?!”

He shouts it across the camp like an excited camp counselor. People start clapping. Some are crying. Connor’s already planning baby’s first prank.

Travis hugs you tightly, then drops to his knees to talk to your stomach: “Hi, tiny human. I’m your dad. I’m a bit of a disaster, but I make great pancakes. Also, you already won the lottery because your mom’s the best.”

Then he looks up, softer than you’ve ever seen him: “I promise I’ll be the kind of dad who always makes you laugh—even when life gets scary. Just like my mom tried to do for me.”

Luke Castellan :

His eyes widen, and something shifts in them—like light breaking through years of shadow.

“You’re… we’re having a baby?” His voice is stunned. “After everything I’ve done… you still chose me?”

He walks over, takes your hand carefully, reverently, like it’s made of starlight.

“I’ll protect you both. I swear it. No gods, no monsters—nothing touches this family.”

Then, quieter: “Maybe this is my second chance.”

Will Solace :

Will’s golden eyebrows lift, and he goes completely still.

“You’re pregnant?”

You nod, and for a second, his healer instincts kick in—checking your pulse, asking if you’ve had nausea, if you’re eating well—before he stops, blinks, and fully processes it.

“Oh my gods,” he breathes, a slow, amazed smile blooming across his face. “We’re having a baby.”

Then, he just hugs you—gently, warmly, protectively. His voice is full of awe. “That little soul is going to grow up surrounded by so much light.”

Nico Di Angelo (req):

He freezes—completely.

At first, Nico just stares at you, face unreadable. Silence hangs like a shadow. You start to worry—did you break him?

Then he looks down at his hands. “I never thought... I’d get to have something like this.” His voice is quiet, raw.

“Something good. Something alive.”

He steps forward slowly, touches your hand like you might disappear. “I don’t know how to be a father,” he murmurs. “But I want to try. With you.”

And then, for the first time in what feels like forever, he smiles.

Jason Grace :

The stoic Roman exterior cracks—and the softest boy peeks out.

He’s sitting, reviewing paperwork for Camp Jupiter, when you tell him. His pen stops mid-sentence.

“You’re…pregnant?”

You nod.

He stands slowly, walks toward you, and falls to his knees. One hand touches your stomach. The other touches his own heart.

“I never thought I’d get to have something normal—something beautiful.” He looks up at you with a fierce, reverent love.

“I’ll be the kind of father who earns this blessing. Every day.”

Frank Zhang :

Total deer-in-headlights moment—but pure tenderness follows.

Frank chokes on his tea. “What? PREGNANT?!”

He turns beet red, literally drops his cup, and then just stares at you in stunned silence. Then:

“I mean—I’m happy! I’m SO happy! I just—wow—I didn’t expect… me? A dad?”

His arms wrap around you in this big, warm, slightly awkward bear hug, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“I’ll protect you. And the baby. Always. Even if I have to turn into a lion every single day.”

Leo Valdez :

Cue the nervous rambling—and the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Okay, okay, okay—so like, tiny human, half you, half me, maybe with fire powers? That’s wild. That’s—wait, you’re serious, right? This isn’t some kind of weird demigod prank?”

When you nod, he freezes… and then suddenly yells, “YES!” into the air like he just beat an evil dragon with a wrench. He starts pacing, ideas already swirling.

“Okay, I’m building the baby the safest, coolest crib ever. Like—floating. And fireproof. And maybe plays calming lullabies? Wait, is that a thing?”

You laugh, and Leo just stares at you with awe. “You're growing our future, tesoro… That's magic.”

Octavian : (EUGHHH)

“Are you telling me… we created a legacy?”

When you tell him, Octavian freezes mid-sentence—he was probably ranting about political reform or inspecting an offering to Jupiter. His eyes widen, blue and calculating, scanning your expression to confirm you’re serious.

Then?

The world falls silent.

His voice lowers, thoughtful and trembling at the edges. “A child. Our child. Born of power. Born of prophecy.”

He moves toward you with a strange reverence, like you’ve suddenly become holy. His hand hesitantly grazes your stomach, eyes unreadable.

“I was never meant to build an empire alone,” he says quietly. “This child… they’ll carry my name. My strength. But with your heart.”

For a moment, the mask of control drops—and you see something raw and rare: fear. Hope. Humanity.

“I swear,” he whispers, “they won’t be alone like I was.”

Then the cold confidence slides back into place as he smirks faintly. “Also—if anyone tries to put my kid in a Praetor election, I’m burning the Senate down.”