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Road Trip - Jercy

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‘Dude, you’re lost,’ Jason said.

‘I am not,’ Percy insisted. ‘I know exactly where we are. I’m just taking the—the scenic route.’

Jason raised his eyebrows at the sparse desert landscape outside the car windows.

‘Well, why don’t you try giving me better directions?’ Percy said defensively. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel.

‘Not much point now, is there?’ Jason said. ‘There’s only a straight road to follow.’ He groaned, imagining the smug expressions that were sure to be on Piper and Annabeth’s faces when they finally met up with them in L.A. It had taken a great deal of convincing to talk the girls into flying there directly and letting Jason and Percy take a road trip down—boys only—on their own.

‘They’re so getting lost,’ Piper had said when they’d dropped her and Annabeth off at the airport.

‘Wanna bet?’ Percy had challenged.

Annabeth had just smirked as she and Piper got out of the car.

Jason was not looking forward to the I told you so’s they were sure to face from the pair of them.

‘We should’ve gotten a sat nav,’ Percy muttered.

‘Monsters,’ Jason reminded him. ‘Remember what happened to Frank when he used one driving to Vancouver last month?’

Percy winced. Frank’s car hadn’t survived that journey. Neither had the sat nav. Monsters evidently tracked GPS signals even better than they did cell phones.

Jason sighed and took off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. When he put them back on and looked up, he did a double take.

‘Look out!’ he yelled.

Too late, Percy slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel to the right. The donkey that had appeared out of nowhere in front of their windscreen brayed and almost went splat. Their car swerved and slammed into a cactus. The airbags went off, ballooning painfully into Jason’s nose. It wasn’t quite like the bricks people kept chucking at him, but it came close.

Still, he hadn’t gotten himself knocked out. Always a bright side.

‘Ow,’ came Percy’s voice, muffled behind his air bag.

Jason reached for the car door and carefully inched himself out of the seat. The hot desert air hit him in the face like an oven’s blast.

Outside, the donkey lay on its side, its chest rising and falling with obvious effort. The fender of their poor Subaru Impreza was crumpled up against the cactus, with spiky thorns sticking out all over the hood, which was smoking faintly.

Percy cursed as he emerged from the driver’s seat, his hand over his nose. ‘It came out of nowhere, I swear—oh gods. Are you okay?’

‘Yeah,’ Jason began, but realised quickly that Percy wasn’t talking to him. The donkey let out a soft, braying moan, and for one ludicrous moment, Jason thought Percy was talking to it (hey, the guy could speak horse—donkey couldn’t be that far off, right?) Then Percy crouched down, disappearing behind his side of the car as though bending over someone.

Jason hurried over to the other side. A teenage girl with black pigtails and a ferocious scowl lay by the side of the car, blinking up at them. Percy tried to help her to sit up, but she batted his hand away and pushed herself to her feet without assistance.

Jason would have found her strange no matter what—after all, who appeared out of nowhere on a donkey in the middle of the desert?—but her garb compounded the weirdness. She seemed to be wearing a sack—at least it was a squarish tunic that looked like it was made of burlap. With her long neck and the even longer face she was pulling, she had a distinctly horsey look.

Percy scratched the back of his neck. ‘Correct me if I’m wrong, but did you just appear in front of our car riding a donkey?’

‘I’ll appear wherever I want with whomever I please!’ snapped the girl. ‘What do you have against donkeys?’

‘Nothing!’ Jason held up his hands. ‘We didn’t mean to, uh—’ He glanced helplessly at Percy. ‘Please tell me we didn’t actually hit them.’

‘You didn’t,’ said the girl. She jumped to her feet and snapped her fingers. On the other side of the car, the donkey got to its feet, took a few steps towards them, swayed a little, and fell over again. ‘Hopeless. A little scare and he keels over every time. Well.’ She turned back to Jason and Percy, hands on her hips. ‘Since you’ve scared the living daylights out of Dobbin, how are you going to appease me?’

‘Appease …?’ The realisation hit him like a ton of those damn bricks Jason hated. ‘You’re a goddess.’

‘Well, of course I am! Epona, goddess of horses, that’s me.’

‘Um. But that’s a donkey.’ Jason pointed to the concussed animal.

Epona glared at him. ‘So?’

‘So where’s your horse?’ Percy looked confused. ‘And I thought my dad was god of horses?’

Epona sniffed. ‘You must be a brat of Poseidon. Just like him, too. Creates horses, sure, and then forgets all about them. Leaves it to me to care for them and protect them.’

‘Hey, I treat horses okay!’ Percy protested. ‘You can ask my Pegasus.’

‘Your Pegasus!’ Epona drew herself up. She wasn’t very tall, but her posture was so regal, she seemed to add a foot to her height simply by straightening up. ‘That’s just like Poseidon, acting like they’re your property—’

She looked ready to take a swing at Percy—which, as these things often went, would more likely miss and hit Jason instead.

‘Okay, stop!’ Jason held up his hands between Percy and Epona. ‘Goddess, we apologise.’

Percy gave him an incredulous look. Jason tried to signal with his eyes that it wasn’t the best idea to mess with a goddess, even one so minor that he as the Pontifex Maximus charged with building shrines to them all (okay, so it was a self-declared mission—it still counted!) hadn’t come across yet.

‘We really didn’t mean to scare your donkey. Is there anything we can do?’

In retrospect, he should have know better than to ask.

Epona’s eyes gleamed. ‘There is one thing that will revive Dobbin once he’s had a shock.’

And as she started elaborating about a rejuvenating weed found at the bottom of a magic lake, Jason wished he’d just kept his mouth shut.

‘Let me get this straight,’ Percy said. ‘You want us to find a lake in the middle of a desert and find some magic weed at the bottom?’ He ticked off each task on his fingers as he spoke. ‘Why does this sound like another impossible quest to me?’

‘Probably because it does,’ Jason muttered, still cursing inwardly that he’d even offered. They had a smoking car and Juno knew how many miles to cover to get to L.A. A quest was not on the to-do list for the day.

He should have just offered to build a shrine or something for Epona. He was already doing a dozen a month, what more was another? Actually, maybe he should just offer …

‘Are you sure we couldn’t build you a shrine? Or even a temple?’

‘Yeah.’ Percy jumped at the idea immediately. ‘My bro here’s your man for a temple. Much better than some stinking weed.’

Epona’s mouth twisted in a smug, satisfied smile. ‘A temple will do nicely,’ she said. ‘After you retrieve the Glaukos Weed.’

Great. Now they had two jobs. Jason rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to find a different excuse. ‘But—but we don’t have any transport. I mean, we just totaled our Subaru. How are we going to get to this lake of yours?’

‘Ah, yes.’ Epona’s smile grew wider, becoming almost alarming in its horse-like ferocity. ‘How silly of me.’

She snapped her fingers.

Jason blinked.

Where Percy had been standing was now a magnificent black stallion with a messy mane and glassy green eyes.

‘I’ll teach you to disrespect horses, son of Poseidon,’ Epona sniffed.

Percy the horse let out a series of sputtering neighs. Jason didn’t speak horse, but he would swear on his father’s master bolt that none of what Percy had just uttered was fit for innocent ears.

Epona smirked and turned to Jason. ‘Well, then. You asked for transport. I take it you know how to ride?’

‘Goddess,’ he said hesitantly, ‘we still don’t know where this lake is—’

And we haven’t been doing great with directions so far today, he wanted to add.

‘Your horse should be able to lead you to water,’ Epona said, her voice thick with irony. ‘Go on, then. If you return successfully, I’ll change him back.’ She considered the smashed-in Subaru. ‘And I’ll fix up the car into the bargain. Two-for-one. You did offer me a shrine, after all.’ She tossed her head and smiled like she was appreciating her own generosity.

Jason didn’t have much of a choice. He supposed he could always attempt to blast Epona with lightning, but that wouldn’t turn Percy back to normal. And quite frankly, he’d had enough of blasting goddesses.

‘Right,’ he said. He gripped a handful of Percy’s mane—Percy whinnied grumpily—and swung himself onto his back. ‘Giddyap.’

Percy turned his horsey head to give Jason a distinctly unhorse-like glare. Then he sprang into a raging gallop.

Percy the horse was a much better driver than Percy in person. Or was Jason the driver, since he was riding horseback? Not that he was steering or anything.

Either way, they raced purposefully across the desert sand. There was no saddle, but Jason kept his balance easily, his hands wound into Percy’s thick mane and his thighs gripping Percy’s silky coat firmly.

‘You’re not half bad as a horse, bro,’ he commented.

Percy gave a snort that he was fairly sure translated into, Shut up.

‘You sure you know where you’re going?’

The snort became an irritated whinny.

It turned out he did. Either Percy—horse or person—had a natural affinity for tracking water, or Epona had implanted a GPS (one that didn’t attract monsters, thank Jupiter) along with his transformation, because soon enough, the dark sliver of a lake came into view. Percy trotted up to its edge and neighed softly.

Jason slid off his back. ‘This would be easier if I could understand you.’

Percy stuck his head under the surface of the water, lifted it back out, and looked pointedly at Jason.

‘You’re saying look inside?’

Jason had never seen a horse roll its eyes before, but Percy somehow managed to pull it off.

‘Okay, here goes.’ He knelt by the lake and peered at the surface. It was dark and murky despite the desert sun shining down on it. Jason wasn’t crazy about the idea of sticking his head into some strange body of water—especially not one recommended by a crazy horse goddess—but Percy had just done it with no harm done, so he followed suit. The moment his head broke the surface, everything under water became crystal clear. He could see all the way to the bottom, which sparkled as though the sun was shining right through, illuminating the deepest corners. The Glaukos Weed Epona had described to them lay on the lake bed, its fronds drifting lazily up towards the surface.

‘Looks easy enough,’ Jason said, lifting his head back out of the water. ‘I guess we just dive in and grab some?’

Percy shook his man vigorously, spewing water all over Jason.

‘Dude!’ He supposed it didn’t matter since he’d be getting all wet anyway if he dived in, but still.

Percy neighed.

Jason sighed. ‘I still can’t understand what you’re saying. We should have done this the other way round. At least you can understand horses—no, Jupiter’s jowls, what am I saying, I don’t want to be a horse!’

Percy gave a soft snort.

‘Though I guess you’d handle swimming for weeds better than me with your Aquaboy stuff—’ The horse gave him the evil eye, which he ignored. Did horses swim? He couldn’t remember. ‘You couldn’t make the water push up some of that Glaukos Weed by any chance?’

Percy stared at the lake surface intently, like he was trying. Nothing happened. The lake stayed obstinately opaque.

‘Oh well,’ Jason said. ‘Okay, I’m going in.’

He briefly considered harnessing a venti as an oxygen mask, but summoning up a breath of wind in this stifling desert heat was going to take way too much time and energy. Besides, the lake didn’t look too deep. He could just hold his breath. Dive in, get out—how hard could it be?

Jason removed his glasses, took a deep breath, and dived.

He got to the bottom without issue. It was when he got his hands on the Glaukos Weed that things started to get dicey. The Glaukos Weed did not like being harvested. Jason yanked on it … and the plant yanked back.

Vines sprang up around him, wrapping themselves around his wrists and ankles. Bubbles trailed from Jason’s mouth as he struggled against their grip. A particularly hardy frond smacked his back so hard, it knocked the remaining air from his lungs. He gulped reflexively and took in a choking swallow of stale lake water. Spots danced before his eyes as he gasped for air that wouldn’t come.

Styx and Lethe, he should have just summoned the venti.

Above him, a large, dark shape plunged into the lake. Percy the horse was coming for him, legs flailing awkwardly but determinedly through the water. His head arched forward, black mane streaming back along his neck. Percy’s teeth were bared and his eyes gleamed as he let out a burbling neigh. Jason didn’t need to speak underwater horse to know that Percy was yelling, ‘Not my man, you blasted plant!’

It was the most beautiful sight Jason had ever seen.

I guess horses can swim after all, Jason thought groggily.

A thick and surprisingly solid frond hit him in the head and he blacked out.

Something was licking his face. Jason groaned and reached up to slap it away. His arms wouldn’t move. They were like Imperial gold bricks, too heavy to lift.

The next thing he knew, hands were compressing his chest, forcing water from his lungs.

He threw up.

‘Thank Olympus!’

Jason opened his eyes, coughing and wiping his mouth. Percy was squatting next to him—human Percy, looking greatly relieved to see Jason awake.

‘You’re not a horse any more?’ Jason asked weakly.

Percy shook his head and held out a handful of limp, flat Glaukosweed. Out of the water, it looked like a harmless patch of seaweed—nothing like strong creepers that had had him in a stranglehold.

‘I had to bite it off to get you untangled,’ Percy explained. ‘After I dragged you outta there, I was—well, I tried to get you to come round, and I think I accidentally swallowed some, and then—’ He gestured at his own de-horsed body.

‘Huh,’ Jason said. He suddenly remembered the sensation of a rough, wet tongue running over his face. ‘Wait, did you—before you turned back, I mean, were you …?’

Percy’s face went scarlet. ‘Horse reflexes,’ he muttered.

‘Huh,’ Jason said again. His own cheeks felt embarrassingly warm.

A loud snap made them both jump. Epona appeared out of thin air, atop Dobbin the donkey, who was now wearing a bridle and harness, to which their car was attached. Despite not having partaken in the Glaukos Weed Epona had claimed he needed, Dobbin looked plenty revived already.

‘Horse reflexes, ha,’ Epona said in a lofty tone. ‘Well, I see you figured out the Glaukos Weed. It reverses transformations. I thought it fitting for you to get yourself out of your fix.’

‘You mean you turned me into a horse and nearly got Jason strangled just to—to what?’ Percy scratched his head, bewildered.

‘To teach you a lesson, of course. How do you like answering to a master as a horse? And I hope you’ve also discovered that horses are well capable of achieving things humans can’t!’

Jason thought she might have gotten things a bit backwards. It seemed like having a horse rescue Percy instead of Percy as a horse doing the rescuing would have better illustrated Epona’s point. But he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to give her any ideas.

‘I never said—’ Percy began, but seemed to think the better of it.

Epona waved her hand towards the repaired car. ‘Be on your way, then. And don’t forget my shrine, son of Jupiter.’

With another snap of her fingers, Epona and Dobbin vanished.

Jason and Percy got back into their newly-repaired car.

‘So,’ Percy said. ‘Let’s not ever talk about that.’

‘Agreed.’

He gave Jason a sidewise glance. ‘Glad you’re not strangled by gawky weeds, though.’

‘Glaukos Weed,’ Jason corrected automatically. Percy rolled his eyes and Jason smiled. ‘Glad you’re not a horse.’

Percy started the car and they got back on the road.

‘At least we have an ironclad excuse for being late—that doesn’t involve getting lost,’ Percy said after a while.

Jason gave him an incredulous look. ‘I thought you said we weren’t going to talk about it? You’re going to tell the girls what happened?’

‘Hades, no. We’ll just say we ran into a goddess along the way and made a little detour to help her out. Simple. No one got turned into a horse and no one got knocked out by crazy underwater plants.’

They exchanged a long, understanding grin. What happened in the desert was staying in the desert.

‘You know,’ Jason said as the desert faded into the distance, ‘you did make a pretty splendid stallion.’

‘Shut up, Grace.’

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hELLO! Give-away and Thank You!!!

Thank you so so so so so SO MUCH for everyone who participated in this event!  I am so amazed at how many people actually submitted things or even followed the blog to see the spectacular and beautiful things of you glorious creators!  WE HAD 44 POSTS SUBMITTED!  WOW.

As a little thank you and celebration, I’ve decided to do a giveaway for this blog in a toast to amazing posts and wonderful people in the fandom.  Although we can be tough sometimes, there’s definitely a beautiful group of people here.

There will be three winners, of which you’ll get super cool stuff made by other creators in the fandom!

What I need from you is three people who are willing to either: WRITE A 2K fanfiction (around PJO/HOO/TOA), make 3 moodboards/edits/playlists, or draw something super spectacular!!!  

(If you’re interested in being part of the give-away and being able to write, create, or draw a prize, please contact me!  If you have any questions, you can totally shoot me a message!)

TO SIGN UP FOR THE GIVE-AWAY, YOU MUST...

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2 Moodboards (MOD GIFT)

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A shoutout (MOD GIFT)

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Headcanon List of your choice (MOD GIFT)

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A drawing of your choice (GIFTER NEEDED)

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The Evolution of Hydras

Ahh so this is gonna be kind of weird because Rhodes airport doesn’t have wifi and my data plan doesn’t charge me extra for my phone use but it won’t let me hotspot overseas so I’m gonna try actually posting fic on tumblr mobile. Well, I have 90 minutes to wait til boarding anyway.

So this is for the final day of @percyjacksonweek2k17 – free day! And I’m continuing from yesterday’s fic. I’m actually curious to know if Paul’s ‘method’ (okay, really mine) works, or if I’m just barking up the wrong tree with it. So, uh, let me know? :D

Summary. Paul devises a novel way to help Percy with school stuff. | Paul, Percy genfic | 1170 words

The problem with science textbooks, Paul thought, was that they insisted on presenting information in the driest way possible. Would it really kill the authors to inject at least some semblance of a narrative into the bare facts they attempted to shove down your throat?

Charles Tetley had been confused when Paul had asked to borrow a copy of the biology text he assigned his twelfth-graders, but he’d handed it over readily enough. Paul reread the notes he’d made on the chapter, double-checking them against the relevant paragraphs. Given the problems Percy was already having with the subject, it probably wouldn’t make things too much worse if Paul messed up a few points, but it’d be much better if his analogies were accurate.

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Day 7 (24th August) - Free

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Again, I much prefer PJatO over HoO, and I really related to Rachel. She was sassy and sarcastic and a social justice warrior, and she always stood up for what she believed in.

‘I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. “You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.”’ - Percy Jackson, The Titan’s Curse  

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Day 7 (24th August) - Free

Thalia Grace

I much more prefer PJatO to HoO, so in honour of that I decided to do Thalia Grace, because let’s be quite honest, she’s pretty damn cool.

“I survive all those battles,” she growled, “and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!” - Thalia Grace, The Last Olympian

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Wisdom’s daughter walks alone

Its free day on @percyjacksonweek2k17 so here’s an Annabeth Moodboard.

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day seven - free day

Day 7 (Aug. 24): Free Day! This is my son’s birthday week and so, give me all you’ve got!  Celebrate Percy Jackson with anything! :)

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Late Night Revision

One more for @percyjacksonweek2k17. I know it’s supposed to be angst day, and I started out trying to deal with Percy’s struggles in school as an ADHD/dyslexic kid, but it didn’t turn out so much angst as a character study. And playing with a mental picture of PoC!Percy. Oh well. 

Summary. Paul finds Percy studying at night. 1226 words.

The kitchen lights were on when Paul got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

He didn’t think much of it at first—he lived with a teenager, after all, and they were a race prone to midnight refrigerator snack raids.

He was about to wander back to his bed when the muttering, pacing steps, and the soft clatter of something on the floor penetrated the sleepy fog over his mind. The numbers on his digital wristwatch glowed 3am—that miserable hour that was both too late at night and too early in the morning. If Paul were to guess, he’d say Percy hadn’t gone to bed at all.

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Day 6 (23rd August) - PTSD

“[Percy] kept hoping things would get better for Annabeth and him, but their lives just got more dangerous, as if the Three Fates were up there spinning their futures with barbed wire instead of thread just to see how much two demigods could tolerate.” - Percy Jackson, House of Hades

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day six - angst day

Day 6 (Aug. 23): Angst&Troubles / Tartarus / Dyslexia/ADHD / PTSD Day six is all about the angst and possible fluff afterward.  This is when you talk about Percy’s darkest moments, his struggles with being a demigod, his depression, his PTSD, etc.  Anything you headcanon for him is allowed!  Note: Dark!Percy is very much-so accepted!

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The Best Underwater Proposal

Ack, so my first attempt at the day 5 prompt (romance/shipping) for @percyjacksonweek2k17 went awry (basically tried to write a double-date ficlet based on a Caleo prompt and, surprise, surprise, it went more Caleo than Percabeth instead of 50-50). So I started over. And decided to go with @achtervulgan315‘s request for a Percabeth proposal. I think the whole reason I struggled with the original prompt is cos I look at it and go huh, right, shipfic–wait, so what’s the prompt then? 

This was mainly written in between sessions at a conference (which is totally kicking my butt, I am sooo tired at the end of the day) so I am so sorry if it turned out to be utter and complete crap. 

Okay why am I still blathering on? Story!

Summary: Percy’s a man with a plan. If he can just get Annabeth alone–which is proving harder than he anticipated. Fortunately, Clarisse comes to the rescue. Set in the CoL universe, post-fic, so SPOILERS FOR CURSE OF LETHE | Percabeth, obviously | 1321 words

If you’d told Percy that he’d ever ask Clarisse for help with his love life, he’d have said you’d been spending too much time shrooming in the Hypnos cabin.

To be fair, he wasn’t asking her for romantic advice (he’d definitely have to be stoned to consider that), it was more of … logistics.

Because getting Annabeth on her own for any extended period of time that summer was proving to be a greater challenge than Percy had anticipated—and that was definitely going to throw a wrench in his plans if he didn’t figure out how to get around it. Between their roles as senior camp counsellors (and their training classes were wildly popular with the kids) and Annabeth’s ongoing work on the ever-increasing minor god cabins (it was more like a mini-village there these days), there was hardly a private moment to be had. Even their spare time was often peppered with interruptions of the usual camp variety—Ellis Wakefield ‘accidentally’ frying the Demeter cabin; Julia Feingold and Alice Miyazawa stealing all the dinner plates for a skeet shooting competition so that no food could be served; Meg McCaffrey covering all the main cabins in creeper vines in retaliation. Little emergencies, that nevertheless needed the 'grown ups’ to sort out.

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Day 5 (22nd August) - Romance

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase aka Percabeth

‘Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.” She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.’ - Annabeth Chase, House of Hades

My contribution to Percy Jackson Week 2017, hosted by @percyjacksonweek2k17