#percy jackson? no percy denim

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Mar 1: dress in blue day

[starrzl]

❣« Percy Jackson m.l »❣ ⭐︎ breathe for me ⭐︎

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TW: smut ~ language ~ sir kink ~ belly bulge ~ rough sex? ~ choking ~ multiple orgasms and squirting ~ hair pulling ~ degradation ~ slight praise ~ p in v ~ oral ( both receiving ) ~ fingering ~ kissing ~ no use of Y/N ~ FLUFF AT THE END

dom! Percy x Sub! reader

⎨may or may not have been listening to Or Nah by Ty Dolly $ign whilst writing this⎬

⎨This is in Percy's POV ⎬

"Gods dammit, I should've never helped with that damn prank"

I had decided to help Leo and the twins with some stupid prank for April fools, the twins had made a... gas- well it was a sex pollen.

What I wasn't told?

That the prank was on me.

They had told me to go inside whilst they watched guard for Chiron or Mr. D... to be fair, bad decision on trusting them, so in all my dumbness I waltzed into the Aphrodite cabin, popped open the lid of the pollen and dropped it.

But when I turned around to leave? the little shits closed the damn door.

It only took two minutes for it to hit me.

Only two minutes until I had blue balls and my stomach felt like it was being tied into multiple knots.

And another twenty minutes until I got the strength to climb out of one of the open windows.

By then I was sweating, I could bearly breathe, I knew what I needed, I needed relief.

So stumbled to the only place I could think of, my cabin.

So this is how we got here.

Me trying to catch my breath as I stare at my girlfriend, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown in lust and a small wet patch of pre-cum seeping through my shorts.

She's so beautiful only in small denim shorts that showed just the right amount of ass and one of my camp shirts.

I start to drift, slipping into a lust-filled headspace until her voice drags me out of it, but she's not near the bed anymore.

She's right in front of me.

"Percy?" Her voice was soft, but I wonder how it would sound screaming my name.

"hm?" It's all that came out of my mouth, i'm not sure if i could trust myself.

"Are you okay? you look a little red" Gods, she smells so good.

Everything is electric, everything is hot and it's all too much, her voice, her smile, the way she looks up at me with those perfect eyes- its all soo much.

"mhm... I-" I choke on my words, looking down at her lips, those perfect... soft... lips.

The next this I know I'm pushing her against the bed, hand on her neck, not squeezing but applying pressure, it's messy, it's wet, it's perfect.

"y-ou're needy h-huh?" she laughs, but I don't say anything, I just kiss her harder, because I know that she won't be laughing when she's underneath me, screaming my name.

"Tell me to stop." I know she won't. she doesn't want me to. that's why she her hands slip under my shirt, her hands cold, resting on my stomach.

"Need you.. so bad" Its a whisper, but I can hear it, moving her back wards until her knees touch the bed, making her fall back onto it, me on top of her, just kissing... I swear I could cum just from this, she tastes so good, so sweat.

My hand slips up her shirt, feeling no bra I smirk, normally I wouldn't be this needy... this pollens making everything so much more hot.

I detach my mouth from her's, kissing down her neck and hearing her moan, I leave hickeys, hickeys that would stay for days.

I pull her shirt off, its quick, not waisting any time before I latch onto her nipple, I stay there for a second, my cock twitches in my pants and i feel myself become impossibly harder.

I circle my tongue around her nipple and the moan she lets out makes me groan, my hands griping her waist, as I suck and kiss and nip at her tits.

I keep this up for a good ten minutes before I move to the other breast, doing the same thing to the other breast and leaving small love bites on the flesh before I kiss down the chest and onto her stomach, moving down further and further.

When I reach her shorts I press a kiss on her clothed clit, her hips buck and I hold her hips down, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them off, along with her panties.

She's soaking, dripping with slick and I waste no time latching onto her clit, feeling her hands tangle in my hair, pulling as she tries to buck her hips up, her moans spurring me on to go on.

I twirled my tongue around it, licking, sucking, it was messy, my tongue licking the juices that spill from her pussy.

Her moans go straight to my dick, I don't wait to lick up every juice that leaks out of her wet cunt after she came.

I bring my fingers to her hole before pushing in, I set a fast pace, thrusting my fingers in and out until she's cumming once again.

I see the overstimulation, her eyes closed tightly, breathing heavy and moans loud.

I sit up on my knees, manhandling her like a doll until her chest is to the mattress and her ass is up in the air.

I pull my shirt over my head, unbuckle my belt, and pull off my pants and boxers, my tip leaking, red and swollen.

Normally I would test her, make her beg a little, but no, not this time.

I push into her without warning, setting a brutal and fast pace, the only noises in the room are skin on skin and the moan of her sweet voice.

My hips hit hers and I slip into a fuzzy and needy headspace, going even faster, her moans now whimpers and choked up whispers of my name.

My hands grab her hips and I piston into her harder, grating her hair in my fist and pulling her up until she's flat against me, a hand around her throat as I choke her slightly, feeling her queen my cock harder than before.

"You like that? yeah, I know you do, you know why?"

I'm being mean, but it's not like I care, I know she loves it. she always does.

"mmmmh why- sir-" she manages to choke out, she's whiney and needy.

I lean down, my head in her neck, biting and sucking bruises into her perfect, soft skin.

"Because you're a dumb slut" I her cum again, my hips stop and I let out a deep groan as her pussy clenches around me like a vice, and before I know what's happening, I'm feeling myself spurt white, sticky, longs streams of cum into her, painting her gummy walls white.

But that wasn't enough. no. I still had blue balls and she wasn't brain dead yet.

I pull out, let her lay on her stomach for only a moment before I flip her over. Grabbing her thighs, throwing them over my shoulders and thrusting back into her.

I don't see it but both of our eyes roll back into our head, I was deeper than ever and when I come back down to earth... I look down to where we're connected and see a small bulge just under her belly button...

I cum from just seeing it, and I feel her legs start to shake as she squirts all over my thighs and ruins the sheets.

"Shit baby, look at that, taking me so good" I start to feel slightly better, my head not as fuzzy and my stomach not as tight.

When I start to move I see her legs start to shake, I go as fast as my body would, as hard as I could... I wanted her to be screaming.

It doesn't take long, she's screaming, her legs shaking as I pound her tight cunt harder than she's ever had all the while pressing against the bulge.

I moan as I cum for one again, stilling inside her as we cum together, my hair sticking to my head and sweat making our bodies shine.

"One more, pretty... one more" My mind was practically clear but I could feel the knot still in my stomach.

So I slowly pull out, carefully so I don't stimulate her too much, but she still whines and bucks her hips up when I do.

"Think you can get on your knees, sweetheart?" I try to be nice, I know I just put her through a lot and she's probably tired.

When she finally gets on her knees she takes my cock in her hand and kitten licked the tip, before slowly starting to go deeper and deeper, until she's flush against my pelvis, gagging.

I hold her there and start to softly thrust into her mouth, it take a minute before I'm painting her throat white and she's swallowing.

"Thank you..." Now that I come back to my senses I was a blushing mess, I lay her down on the bed before I run to the bathroom, grab a warm, wet cloth and walk back.

As I softly start to clean us up I thank her, thank her for being such a good girl for me and helping me.

I grab her one of my shirts and I put on some sweat pants before I lay down with her under the covers.

Her head on my chest as she starts to doze off.

"I love you, Percy" It's quite... but I still hear it.

"I love you too."

AHHHH FIRST FIC IS COMPLETE !

No but in all seriousness, I really tried and I hope you like this ! It took me a while but I did it as fast and best as I could, enjoy it ! I will be coming back to edit this tho.

remember to stay hydrated and get enough sleep .

until next time !

𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛 ⭐︎

[kozumesphone]

✮⋆˙ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

⤷ percy jackson x emma (@riordanness)

masterlist | event m.list

♡ fandom | percy jackson and the olympians

♡ includes | songfic (sort of), joining luke, luke calling you by a nickname and being understanding (overall we get nice luke), betrayal, little fluff to angst, hurt with no comfort, swords, daggers, very mini fight scene, overall sadness, altering the timeline of the book a bit

♡ in which | emma has to betray percy in the tlt timeline (includes spoilers for whoever hasn’t read chapter 22 of tlt)

♡ a/n | omggg, I was on a writing hiatus, but this got me out of that slump fr. emercy are goals <33 anywayyy my heart hurts after writing emercy angst so I WILL make up for it by writing emercy fluff at some point (hopefully during the event itself).. enjoy this one tho!!

♡ wc | 1.02k

✮⋆˙ emma’s pov

it had been a long day after percy returned to camp, glorious, after his quest. after all, that’s what all demigods thirsted for: δόξα. glory.

as soon as my eyes met his, I practically ran into him. we toppled over because of all of the unexpected force, and he just laid there below me, holding me gently.

pressing kisses to my forehead and my cheeks. running his fingers through my hair. smiling at me, and taking me in.

“all right, lovebirds! chiron and the others want to talk to him too,” grover’s voice rang out from above us.

snapping out of my hazy dream-come-true, I get up slowly and reach my hand down for percy.

“hey princess,” he whispered, still holding me close, after he stood up.

“hey handsome…”

I loved having him in my arms, memorising the feel of his hands around my waist, his lips against mine. who knows when I’d get to feel it again, if ever?

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

her eyes, hollow. smiles, forced.

what happened to her in the days I was gone?

timeskip

✮⋆˙ emma’s pov

as the campfire was dying, empty mugs of cocoa and packets of marshmallows lay in the trash bag behind the logs.

will and his siblings sang beautiful songs, played music, as all the campers joined in.

percy and I were huddled together on a log, warmth radiating off each other.

everyone said their ‘goodnight’s and ‘sweet dreams’ knowing well and good none of us would sleep without nightmares.

“wanna turn in for the night?” percy asked, pulling me up from our log.

I smiled at him and nod. we walk to cabin 3. he offers me a hoodie and I remain in my denim shorts, ready to leave as soon as he falls asleep.

we plop onto his bed, and he tells me everything about his quest, as I take him in. at one point, we begin cuddling as he continues talking.

“hey, perce?”

“mhm.”

“I love you. you’ll remember that forever, won’t you?”

“‘course I will. I know you do. I love you forever too, and I hope to find you in elysium, my love… you’re never leaving me, are you?”

“of course not, dumbass.”

scattered ‘cross my family line…

i’m so good at telling lies…

that came from my mother’s side…

told a million to survive…

“good. I don’t think I could go a day without you there to stop me from stapling my finger by mistake again.”

I let out a sudden laugh. “oh, what about that other time you-”

“I completely made a fool out of myself in front of everyone by tripping over air? whatever,” he rolled his eyes.

sometimes, I wish my mortal father hadn’t taught me to hide my sadness so well. too well. I suppose he did do a good job, at the end of the day.

timeskip

with one last look at percy’s sleeping form—oh, so peaceful and beautiful, my baby—I stepped out of the cabin with our picture frame from percy’s bedside, weighing heavy in my bag. my hair whipped around my face because of the wind, right outside cabin 3. I turned to luke, waiting for me. I noted a hint of sadness in his eyes as well.

scattered ‘cross my family line…

god, I have my father’s eyes…

but my sister’s when I cry…

“luke, please. I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered, eyes burning with the fire of a thousand suns–bright enough to illuminate his face.

“we can’t stop now, em. not after we’ve worked so hard, for so long. we can’t let it all go to waste. I didn’t want you to do this with me either, because I know he could hate me with ease after a while, but you? never. he could never look at you with anything other than love, and i’m sorry I have to take you away from that,” luke said, with glistening eyes.

quietly, I nodded, not trusting my voice to not shake. luke looked in the direction of cabin 6, and turned to walk towards the portal. I followed him, as we walk into the woods.

I can run, but I can’t hide…

from my family line…

from my family line…

“i’m sorry, perce. I love you,” I whispered into the wind.

“then why are you leaving me?” a voice shook behind me, just as we reached the portal.

I turned around sharply.

“percy?”

“princ— emma. why?”

oh, all that I did to try to undo it…

all of my pain and all your excuses…

“it’s… a long story,” I hardened my gaze. “we’re done. i’m sorry.” if this was going to work, he had to hate me. hate me from the bottom of his heart. hate me enough to be able to send me to the depths of tartarus, if needed.

“are you stupid?– hey! luke! get away from her!” he yelled. luke and I moved closer to each other as my cold gaze rested on percy’s face. I registered the betrayal and hurt in his eyes, my heart breaking with every emotion flickering across his face. his face morphed into something emotionless, all of a sudden.

I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless…

someone who loves you wouldn’t do this…

“you know what, emma?” he spat. “I can no longer recognize you. and that’s not even the saddest part. it’s the fact that you no longer make any attempt to make me understand you.”

“for the daughter of the goddess of love, I clearly have none of it left to give,” I said, unsheathing my sword. luke’s backbiter glowed faintly behind me.

percy looked alarmed for a second, but took out annabeth’s dagger, startling luke.

they swung at each other, as I stood there. nicking at one another’s body. I rushed in to help luke, so we could escape soon. my face was in the middle of a swing percy sent luke’s way, and his dagger slid down my face.

oh, I deserved that.

all of my past, I tried to erase it…

but now I see, would I even change it…?

[somewhereincairparavel]

What would the HOO boys wear? -Fashion analysis (Percy, Jason and Leo)

PERCY JACKSON- the living embodiment of the skater boy aesthetic. Hes obsessed with Blue and white clothing tbh, I feel like Percy's not a fan of jackets of any kind. He loves hoodies, and oversized half sleeved shirts. He loves jeans of any kind, but is high on denim shorts. Annabeth also influenced him into loving caps ;) he's also like a huge fan of shirts that say "New York". Hes a proud New Yorker y'all. Loves tennis shoes, blue ones to be more specific. Overall very chill and casual style.

JASON GRACE- Jason is canonically very put together and neat, he hates being under dressed,maybe it's the Roman in him, idk. I feel like he'd be the living embodiment of the "clean girl" aesthetic but make it clean boy lol. Has this weird obsession with oversized full/half sleeved striped shirts. So you can expect stripes to take up half his closet, his colour palette is purple, light blue and white. He also has this weird thing where he only likes wearing light blue jeans because, according to him, it matches his eyes. It's true though, light blue jeans just make his eyes pop and it looks SO good. Likes soft hoodies, and contrary to Percy, Jason loves jackets. Jason, also loves gold jewellery, paired up with his purple clothing, it reminds him of his camp Jupiter attire. Overall he's very elegant and neat tbh.

LEO VALDEZ- ah yes, Leo's fashion is probably the most childlike and authentic. He LOVES overalls sm, and is a sucker for clothing with corny quotes on them. Leo intentionally wears white shirts a lot despite knowing that it would get dirty, so half his white shirts would be covered in black grease, but he loves wearing them anyway. Leo, in my opinion, is not a huge fan of blue denim, he prefers cream or brown hue jeans more. Leo also loves checkered/striped baggy pants, but it makes him look even shorter than he actually looks lmao 😭

tumblr isn't letting me insert more images smh, so Nico, Frank and Will are in the next part

[starstruckwillows]

— fashion obsessed s/o ♡

requested by @juneberrie <3

includes: annabeth chase, frank zhang, hazel levesque, jason grace, leo valdez, percy jackson, piper mclean — gn!reader

annabeth chase 🏢

has never given fashion much thought really, but the more she sees you pouring over magazines and sketches, the more she sees how it could be interesting. it’ll probably never be a priority to her, but she thinks it’s cool, and you two can side-by-side sketch dresses and buildings. she may even ask for design opinion, as you have a trained eye for colour, style and proportion, particularly on her more modern designs. if your clothes ever get mixed up, she’ll easily separate them by what’s a variety of colour, and style, and what’s navy tank tops and denim shorts.

frank zhang 🐻

fascination. genuine fascination. he never had time to pay attention to fashion or trends or anything like that, and camp jupiter didn’t boast it’s colour co-ordination skills all that much. he’s surprised he has any clothes that aren’t armour. but as you grow closer, he might take peeks at your bookmarked magazines to see what sort of thing you find fashionable, and put in an order. he won’t tell you, he’s too shy, but will wait for you to notice his new jumper or jeans or trainers. it’s few and far between times that he is able to scrap enough money together for them, so you make sure to notice any changes and compliment them.

hazel levesque 💎

it’s a shock for her to switch time periods and see the evolution of clothing. sometimes modern fashion will make her blush and stutter and turn her head. but seeing your passion for it has her coming around on the concept. i think hazel’s love language is gift giving, and i can see her grabbing you fashion related posters, magazines, sketchpads, or even items of clothing when she’s returning from a quest.

jason grace ☁️

he was so young when he joined lupa and later camp jupiter, that he honestly remembers very little about fashion. maybe a flash memory of his mother’s hollywood style, but that’s it. to have a partner who becomes genuinely excited by clothes is something he may never feel, but he’s happy if you’re happy, and he’ll readily offer any opinions you ask him for on outfits. except the boy doesn’t have the most advanced sense of co-ordination and style effect, so it’ll mostly be “i think you look great”, “they’re both beautiful”, etc. at least he means it. also - matching clothes. not full outfits, but a jumper, a pair of custom converse, or something more subtle like a bracelet.

leo valdez 🪛

leo likes to create things, and ‘things’ isn’t limited by much. he’s constantly finding your sketches and adding things to them such as fire-proof thread, concealments for daggers and other assorted weaponry. every design you come up with, he’s turned it into a full suit of stylish armour. he loves your clothes and shoes and will make a mess if you ask him to go get something from your wardrobe.

percy jackson 🐳

indulges you if you want to talk about it - it’s not something he thinks about much before meeting you, but ever since, he’ll pass clothing stores and think of you, and pick up fashion-related items as he goes. he opens his drawers and thinks of you. he now looks at the tattered shoes he’s worn for four years and thinks maybe it’s time to upgrade. accidentally and with no thought at all, percy has a decent sense of style. he will also let you dress him up to your heart’s content.

piper mclean 🤎

fashion and style goes against a lot of what piper lived her life by. she doesn’t hate it, but she was surrounded by it too much. but upon meeting you, and discovering archetypes of street fashion, and a wider variety of styles, she finds it’s actually fun and starts to love it. she will never follow a trend of fashion, but she doesn’t mind if you do. she’s the most supportive girlfriend ever, and will happily watch/listen while you engage with your interests. will also let you customise her clothes - e.g embroidered jeans, painted shoes, etc.

🏷️ — none yet

[intothedysphoria]

Billy is convinced Steve is trying to fix him.

At least that’s what Max relays back to Steve, the first time. Steve watching heavy rainfall thud against his windows and ignores the sting in his chest. It’s so cold.

He doesn’t need some indie middle class white boy hanging around him because of a desire to feel deep. Some people have real problems Harrington. Stop pretending.

Well, Steve’s Syrian grandparents would beg to differ but whatever. Billy’s an ass. Nothing Steve didn’t already know.

It’s fall and Steve’s listening to a Harry Styles vinyl, teeth worrying the lip ring he’d gotten two weeks prior. Paper lies around him in a ring.

Steve tries to call Billy and it goes straight to voicemail.

Munson says that he didn’t peg Steve as a Perks guy when he sees Steve reading it on the grass outside Hawkins. Steve responds that he must be feeling masochist because he loves the story.

He says no to the offer of ketamine but Munson sits with him. He’s a decent guy. Obviously holds some type of feelings for Steve. But he isn’t Billy. Just listens to the same music.

October is slow. Nobody is coming into family video and why would they. Netflix exists.

Billy comes in one day and rents out Halloween. He tells Steve he likes the anti capitalist message of John Carpenter movies. Then leaves Steve in a storm of overly strong cologne and leather.

Steve texts him again. He still doesn’t answer.

Dustin says he is going to be Percy Jackson for Halloween so Steve helps him scope out a camp half-blood t shirt from eBay.

Steve goes as Trixie Mattel and tries to ignore the heavy feeling that the wig and the makeup and the shoes give him. It is all part of the look.

Billy is dressed as someone who spits out blood at appropriately timed intervals, usually near the faces of scandalised middle aged suburban moms.

He compliments Steve on his costume and says he could never fully commit to being in drag like that. The Scoops uniform was hotter though. That is followed by a well timed wink.

They just dance to bad 90s club tracks for the rest of the night and hook up in the bathroom. Billy is really very good at the whole gay sex thing and makes Steve’s brain fully black out when he sucks him off. Steve feels much more alien kneeling on the floor, staring up at strong denim thighs.

Billy cums, makes sure Steve is ok, gives Steve a very long cuddle then leaves.

He finally answers his text messages with the 😉 emoji after that so Steve thinks that maybe he isn’t trying to fix Billy anymore.

They do not stop hooking up after that first time. Steve is not sure of Billy’s attitude to casual sex but he would like there to be something else going on. Logistically Billy definitely has more partners like Heather or Jonathan or Patrick but it is nice to think that Steve is the only one.

He does not ask if Billy has multiple partners even though Robin says he should. It just feels rude.

It’s New Years Eve and Billy has invited Steve around to his place to celebrate. There is nobody else there, not even Max.

Steve asks why and Billy says because Steve is not trying to fix him. But he is somebody who makes Billy want to be better.

He kisses Steve afterwards.

It’s a happy moment.

It is one of the coldest days in winter but Steve feels so warm.

@robthegoodfellow @shieldofiron

[neuroticbookworm]

Tagged by @lurkingshan (here) and @telomeke (here), thanks my besties!

coffee or tea (would love to drink coffee every single day for the rest of my life but my body cannot handle the caffeine. Ginger Chai, my savior) | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold (lol I'm a South Asian woman, Smaug has got nothin' on us) | pop or alternative (both, any, music is music) | freckles or dimples (Alexa, play dimple by BTS) | snakes or sharks (..why? I prefer the absence of both of them, thanks much) | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology (Greek Gods are the bigger assholes, I think? Also, Percy Jackson series, my beloved) | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre (gonna leave these here: Jodhaa Akbhar, Roja, Sathya, Chekka Chivandha Vaanam) | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or éclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild (I'm cracking the fuck up, my dudes. If it doesn't burn my esophagus on the way down, I don't want it) | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert (*insert B99 Captain Holt's "What's up, Beaches?" gif here*) | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

I am so very late to this party as is my wont, so forgive me if y'all have already played this one: @twig-tea, @sorry-bonebag, @hyeoni-comb, @grapejuicegay, @happypotato48, @waitmyturtles and anyone who haven't played yet, consider yourself tagged!

[shiftingwitholive]

Rambling about my boyfriend

(this is for my favourite DR. i live in a town in the middle of nowhere in italy.very tomato girl vibes)

His name is Elio Achilli, he's my age (20-21ish) he grew up in italy and grows tomatoes and oranges and lemons, he also writes poetry.He lives next door to me, i can see his garden from mine and it is so beautiful. He sells his produce in the market for an income, his stall is a few away from mine,on the other side. He likes to watch me while i paint and drink coffee on his steps. He reads the newspapers and once a week he gets 4 bottles of milk delivered to his door. He wears button up shirts and denim shorts and plain t-shirts and sunglasses on top of his head and he smells of dirt and lavender and oranges. His hair is brown,but it looks like it could be black,his eyes are a brilliant green and he's only about 5'10-5'11 but he's still taller than me (5'5) .he reads Kafka and Emily Brontë (translated of course) and makes his own lemonade and chips from what he grows. He dances like an idiot and laughs like a fool and he may sing terribly but at least he has the enthusiasm to make up for it.

He still watches the original animated Disney movies, his favourite is peter pan,mine is robin hood. His favourite flowers are sunflowers and hydrangeas. He hasn't seen a lot of movies, because while there is a shop selling DVDs, it's small and doesn't have much stock,so i have to introduce him to a lot of things like mamma mia and mean girls and Hamilton and i make him watch Percy Jackson.

One time he brings me flowers, only there wasn't anywhere he could find selling them in town, so he just brought he what he could find nearby. He can cook really well, and frequently shares things like lasagna and bolognese and carbonara and cookies and pizza.

my favourite scenario: we’re walking back from the market,by the river, and joking around. i end up falling in (dw its not that deep) and he starts laughing so i pull him in too. we splash each other with water and laugh and eventually climb out, drenched but happy, and then we race back to our little area. we go inside and get changed and then come back out and eat strawberries with a cup of tea each while we watch the sun set

[halfagone]

I had a sudden idea here:

The two most common Ghost Core types given to Danny in fanfics:

Ice core

vs

Electricity core

But what if he had neither of those and yet both at once?

What if Danny has a Storm Core, which gives him the power to rain down ice and call upon the biggest lightning storms?

Amity Park has never experienced a full Summer day ever since the portal. The hottest days of summer should've been sweltering, right? (No really, am I right? I'm not from America, so correct me if I'm wrong)

Except nowadays, it feels like the worst Summer will ever get is a particularly hot Spring day, where you maybe throw on a t-shirt and comfy denim over your swimsuit and go to the beach or pool.

And last time there was a particularly nasty storm coming their way, it seemingly faded and vanished, only to appear on the other side of town and leaving Amity unscathed. After all, a cyclone will fade upon meeting an opposing cyclone that seems to spin against it. And Danny has always been very good at going up against forces of Nature, and forcing them to yield, or at least coming to a draw.

Ember might've also one time referred to him as an "oncoming storm of ass-kicking"

The day Danny calls on a tornado to trap her and her fire attacks in the eye of it's razor winds, the ghosts come to understand she was more on point that anyone expected.

Technus gets his ass zapped by a bolt of lightning like Thor calling down his judgement (or, as he said later, "like Pikachu on crack") and it leaves him short-circuiting for a good while, like when the light goes out for a bit and suddenly your wifi has to be rebooted to make it work again. Later, he begrudgingly teaches him to better channel electricity. Danny's first Technus-inspired move is a real-life Thunder Fang. And he used it against Vlad.

And, since I adore the headcanon that the Ancients collectively adopt Danny, Pandora starts calling him her "little storm"

I kinda wanna have him end up dating both Kitty and Johny, as a whole thing where they both dated him at separate times, but both times he was the best goddamn date they ever had asides from being each other's soulmates, and now they're having FEELINGS for him, so Kitty has the idea of both of them sitting down with Jazz, since she's the local feelings expert, and she whacks them with a rolled up magazine, but they both end up together asking out Danny.

And I'm imagining he's more influenced by them than he would admit, because he got himself a bike like Johnny, and started taking tips from Sam, and has more leather stuff and goth fashion than he'll ever tell anyone about, especially because the heavy fabrics are great to wear on a bike.

Kitty ping-pongs between who's bike she hitches a ride on. And I'm betting she was a huge fan of books, while Johny loved Greek mythology (yes, I'm saying Johnny was a Percy Jackson fan as a kid). Which means that their affectionate nickname for Danny is "Typhon", for the Greek Titan of storms.

(Ignore how my brain keeps yelling at me that Danny would call them "Kitty Cat" and "Barghest". I imagine Barghest for Johny because of Shadow, who starts hanging out more and more as a puppy because of Cujo, except Shadow prefers a hanging out as a shaggy hound ((imagine Ruth from Ancient Magus Bride)) and that's exactly what a Barghest is.)

Ooh, that's a really interesting idea! Danny has been shown to control the weather after the Vortex incident in "Torrents of Terror" so you've even got some canon backing to this! (As for weather in America, it really depends where you live? It's commonly headcanoned that Amity Park is in Illinois, and the temperature on average across the state in the summer is in the 80°s Fahrenheit or ~26.667° Celsius, but there have been records of summers reaching to the hundreds in Fahrenheit, although it doesn't happen often.)

It'd be really cool to see Danny both consciously and subconsciously altering weather events. I really like the idea of Danny being able to control the weather, especially if he does it so casually while others are looking on with their eyes bugging out of their sockets in shock. Because controlling the weather is no easy feat (Storm from X-Men? OP as fuck). Aww, "little storm", love that nickname. A little ball of ferocious energy. Like an angry chihuahua.

It might not be a cyclone, because Amity Park isn't near the coast even if you don't headcanon it in Illinois specifically. But parts of Illinois and the Midwest are in what's called "Tornado Alley", so it still technically would work, it would just probably not be a cyclone but a tornado. Unless it's Vortex up to his tricks again, but then it wouldn't be a naturally occurring- Sorry, tangent, but you get the idea.

If you've read lex luthor's ascent, then you know I like the idea of Danny dating both Kitty and Johnny at some point, but why not both at once? Polyamory coming in for the win! Hopefully Danny can keep these two from constantly arguing tho... Honestly, I just adore the possibilities of dynamics between these three (especially if Danny is stuck as 14- physically at least- as many AUs will have him, he can be with his also eternally young partners and not have it draw much attention from strangers). "Barghest" is a really interesting nickname and- after doing some more research- I can see why you chose it for Johnny, particularly with Shadow in mind.

A Storm core AU is really cool. I like Space core AUs as well, because there are a lot of weather events that could be caused by astronomical phenomena and it ties really well with Danny's love for space, but I think this is the first time I've ever heard of a Storm core for Danny. It would explain why Danny took to Vortex's power really well/easy, and while canon is really more of a suggestion to Danny Phantom fans at this point, I still really appreciate the neat tie-in it can offer.

Thank you for sharing this with me!! I'm glad others share my love for Danny/Johnny 13/Kitty, in any of its forms. (Mostly, forms that appreciate both their characters for all their faults.) Thanks for making me day a little brighter, and I hope you have a great day!

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chapter twenty-six | actions have consequences

percy jackson x fem reader

“What is it, Mary?”

The house’s quietude was knocked off-kilter by Travis’s words, his whispering. The bubblewrap around your heart threatened to pop.

Nothing. The word sat on the edge of your tongue, and you wanted nothing more than to let it fall off. But that wasn’t true.

A summer in a different country would have once been your dream. But this summer had killed it, and hurt you, and you wished more than anything in the world you could just forget it all. The events of the last six weeks wrung your organs out in one uncomfortable, painful, bloody mess.

You felt empty.

In typical Chiron fashion, he’d taken to get a hot drink for you. The night had turned cool, and in your denim shorts and a t-shirt, you’d been feeling the chill for too long. Your backpack sat by the coffee table, slightly ripped on the side from where you’d fallen, but otherwise unharmed. The same could not be said for your poor, scratched legs.

You’d shocked Chiron by your sudden, unexpected arrival into camp in the dead of night. You’d scared Travis by asking for him. Percy still resided in Manhattan with his mom, and you hadn’t wanted to bother them. But you’d needed someone, and you couldn’t think of anyone better at the time.

The blanket around your shoulders weighed heavily on you. You could scarcely speak, though you’d been trying.

“It’s just…”

Travis’s patient, brown eyes were riddled with sadness, and you hated it.

You sighed and said quietly, “I don’t know. I’m so tired.”

“You’re here, now. You’re okay.”

What you hated the most was the way his words got choked at the end. You’d upset him.

“You don’t have to stay with me. I’m sorry for waking you up. Go back to bed, Travis.”

“If you think I can sleep knowing you’re here like this, think again.”

You appreciated his concern. But you felt like a fake. Had your summer really been that bad? Compared to some peoples’, no, it hadn’t been. But thinking logically, it wouldn’t have hurt if it wasn’t bad. And it had hurt.

Things with your dad never had been simple, or even somewhat good. But they’d been manageable, and without a mom, and before camp, it had been your normal. But you’d experienced camp and overheard things, and knew now that being pushed around and treated the way you had been was not acceptable.

Somewhere in your backpack was your dad’s business credit card, most likely now cut off. But it had helped while it could.

“Hot cocoa,” Chiron announced gently, setting the large mug down on the coffee table in front of you.

The mug he set down sent your mind into a frenzy. All you were capable of thinking about, and all you could see were glass shards splashing up your legs as it they bounced up from the floor, and your stepmom’s flowers being walked all over.

You’d worn leggings for weeks after.

“Thank you,” you uttered, but didn’t pick it up straight away; there wasn’t much fancy in being burned.

The clock read three o’clock. Exhaustion filled every part of your body.

“Can I stay here tonight?” You asked nobody in particular, pulling a thread on the blanket. “I cant go to my cabin yet.”

“Of course, child,” said Chiron.

You didn’t leave that house for three days.

—

You woke up with a crick in your neck, and the most embarrassing thing since you fractured your ankle…

Drool on your cheek.

You sighed, wiping it away with a grimace. You didn’t have to look at Percy to know he had a grin on his face.

“Stop it,” you said.

“I’m not doing anything!”

But then he snickered, and you knew that was a lie.

“Where are we?” You looked around. Whenever you’d arrived, the animal had stopped, and the others were climbing off. It swung its head and chewed on a cactus.

Percy turned around. In the middle of nowhere, you seemed to be. The buildings were run-down and empty and dark inside, and the signs on the fronts were worn with the paint chipping away.

“Gila Claw, Arizona,” he said.

You watched the boar take a sip dirty water and belch, then it turned around and took off running towards the mountains in the distance.

The mountains…

“Am I hallucinating?” You said, turning everyone’s attention on you. “Or are the hills…not hills?”

“What are you…?” Thalia narrowed her eyes, coming to stand beside you. She shifted on her feet when she realised. “Oh my Gods.”

“They’re cars!” You flayed your hands, palms-up. “It’s a mountain of shi—”

“Something tells me we’re not going to find a rental car out here,” Thalia said. She looked at Grover. “I don’t suppose you’ve got another boar up your sleeve?”

Grover tilted his head back, and sniffed the wind that blew. He put his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a fist-full of acorns, and promptly threw them to the desert floor. In the very dim light from the stars and moon, you had a thought, and slung your bag down from your shoulders to dig around.

You flicked on your flashlight when you found it, and Grover nodded in appreciation.

“That’s us,” he explained. You shone your light on the acorns. “The six of us are those acorns there.”

“Which one am I?” Percy asked.

You couldn’t help it. “The little deformed one.”

He elbowed you in the side and you shone the flashlight in his eye.

“That cluster right there,” Grover through another handful. “That’s trouble.”

“A monster?”

Grover looked uneasy. “I don’t smell anything, which doesn’t make sense. But the acorns don’t lie. Our next challenge…”

Grover leaned over and placed his hand on the end of the light, shifting the beam. It highlighted the mountains of rubble and scrap metal in heaps around you.

You decided to camp for the night and explore in the morning. It wasn’t safe in the dark, and your admittance that something was making you feel off wasn’t helping the situation.

Out of their backpacks, Zoe and Bianca pulled out sleeping bags and pillows from their backpacks. You watched from the ground, cross-legged, gob-smacked and utterly confused. How did all that fit in there?

It got cold pretty fast, so Grover and Percy took it upon themselves to collect scrap wood from the old buildings and put it all in a heap. Thalia zapped it with her spear and started a fire.

Despite the peaceful company from your friends, and the warmth from your sleeping bag, it was a struggle to ignore the weird feeling down your back, and the feeling of something settling in your bones. Something wasn’t right…

Despite the slight fear that you might accidentally cut yourself in your sleep, you left your knife beside your sleeping bag just in case, and your backpack on the other side.

“The stars are out,” Zoe said.

She was right. You tilted your head back to look up at the sky; cloudless, and scattered with stars so bright you were for a second breathtaken.

“It’s pretty,” you muttered.

“It’s amazing,” Bianca agreed. “I’ve never actually seen the Milky Way.”

“This is nothing. In the old days there were more. Whole constellations have disappeared because of human light pollution.”

“You talk like you’re not human,” Percy said.

Zoe scoffed. “I am a Hunter. I care what happens to the wild places of the world. Can the same be said for thee?”

Her words, for some reason, sparked memories of your summer, before you’d ran off to camp.

Grass so brightly green it almost looked artificial, warmed by the sun. You’d lowered your head to lay and watch an ant on the edge of a blade of grass.

You thought of the small cove you’d found in a desperate bid to get away from the house, and the way the sea splashed up the sides of the rock, completely in your own little world.

“For you,” Thalia corrected. It brought you to the present. “Not thee.”

“But you use you for the beginning of a sentence.”

“And for the end. No thou, no thee, just you.”

Zoe threw up her hands. “I hate this language! It changes too often!”

Grover sighed. A look at him confirmed he still looked lost, and a little like he was longing. “If Pan were here, he would set things right.”

Zoe nodded and hummed sadly.

“Maybe it was the coffee,” Grover said. “I was drinking coffee, and then the wind came. Maybe if I drank more coffee…”

“Grover,” Percy’s voice brought you to clear attention, as he always did. Listening to his voice was like listening to your favourite song. “Do you really think that was Pan? I mean, I know you want it to be.”

“He sent us help. When we needed it most. I don’t know why or how. But it was his presence. I just know it. And after this quest, I’m going back to New Mexico and drinking a lot of coffee. It’s the best lead we’ve gotten in two thousand years. I was so close.”

Your heart ached for Grover. And you had no idea where the words came from, but you let them come anyway.

“You’ll find him, Grover.”

Said boy looked over at you, shocked. “You think so?”

You nodded. “I know so. If anyone can do it, it’ll be you. You’re in touch with all this nature stuff more than anyone I’ve ever met.”

He smiled a little, leaning back to look at the sky again.

And then, the moment was ruined.

“What I’d like to know,” Thalia said, her voice pushy. She looked to Bianca, trying to hide in her sleeping bag. “Is how you destroyed one of the zombies. There’re a lot more of them out there. We need to figure out how to fight them.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just stabbed it and it went up in flames.”

“Maybe it’s something to do with your knife?”

“It is the same as mine,” Zoe said. “Celestial bronze, yes, but mine did not have that effect on the warriors that way.”

“Maybe you have to hit the skeleton in a certain spot,” Percy suggested, sitting up.

You leaned on your elbow, watching the exchange. Bianca looked extremely uncomfortable.

“Never mind,” Zoe told her. “We will find the answer. In the meantime, we should plan our next move. When we get through this junkyard, we must continue west. If we can find a road, we can hitchhike to the next city. I think that would be Las Vegas.”

“No!” You jumped. “Not there!” Bianca said. She looked insanely freaked out, like she’d witnessed something she couldn’t explain. And maybe she had.

“Why?” Zoe frowned.

“I think…I think we stayed there. Me and Nico. At least for a little bit. And then…I can’t remember.”

“Bianca,” your eyes shifted to Percy. He spoke slowly and carefully. “The hotel you stayed at. Was it called the Lotus Hotel and Casino?”

Your heart skipped a beat, eyes widening. You remembered that place too well.

Bianca’s eyes widened. “How could you know that?”

“Oh, great.”

“Wait,” Thalia said. “What is the Lotus Casino?”

“We got stuck in there a couple of years ago,” you said, gazing around the group. “Me, Percy, Grover and Annabeth. It felt like a few hours but actually it’d been five days. It speeds time up without you realising.”

“No,” Bianca said. “That’s not possible.”

“I used to think a lot of things weren’t possible,” you sympathised. She stared at the ground. “But look where we are now.”

“You said somebody came and got you out,” Percy urged. “What did he look like? What did he say?”

“I—I can’t remember. I don’t want to talk about this, please—”

Zoe sat forward, eyebrows pulled in concern. “You said that Washington D.C. had changed when you back there last summer. You didn’t remember a subway being there.”

“Yes, but—”

“Bianca,” Zoe said. “Can you tell me the name of the president of the United States right now?”

“Don’t be silly,” Bianca said, and gave the right answer. But you knew where this was going.

“And who was the president before that?” You prompted.

Bianca thought for a while. “Roosevelt.”

You felt the line between your brows. “Theodore or Franklin?”

“Franklin. F.D.R.”

Zoe looked lost for words, and you just couldn’t understand how this had happened.

“Bianca, F.D.R. was the president, like, seventy years ago.”

“That’s impossible,” she said. “I’m not that old.” She turned over her hands like they should have shown her real age.

Thalia’s voice was sad. “It’s okay, Bianca. The important thing is you and Nico are safe. You made it out.”

You made it out. Your stomach churned.

“But how?” Percy continued, oblivious to the internal pain in you. “We were there for only a few hours and we just about made it out. How could you have escaped after being there for so long?”

“I told you!” Bianca looked about to cry. “A man came and got us out.”

“But who? Why did he do it?”

Before she could answer, a blazing light so bright it burned your eyes came from down the street, the headlights of a car. You all moved out of the way as it stopped in front of you. You had your dagger in hand at the ready.

The back door of the slim, white limo opened right in front of Percy. As he went to step back, the point of a sword was suddenly at his throat. You immediately jumped into action, shoving the door wider and drawing your dagger against the flat edge of the sword the way Travis had shown you, pushing it away slightly.

With a fierce face—or, what you hoped was fierce—and hard eyes, you stared down the very man who got right under your skin.

“You,” you spat. If looks could kill.

He smirked. “You,” Ares replied. He pushed the sword against your dagger with little effort, and you couldn’t help but move back slightly. From the corner of your eye, Percy drew his own sword, standing right behind you.

“What’s the matter, Jackson?” Area taunted. “Need your girl to protect you?” His eyes moved behind you. “At ease, people.”

Wraparound shades hid the god’s eyes, but for that you were thankful. He looked the same as he had the last time you saw him: tall and broad-shouldered, visibly and physically stronger than you. In a leather biker’s jacket, black pants and combat boots, he wouldn’t have usually been somebody who you messed with. But something about Ares continually struck a match in you, and you couldn’t help yourself. There was no fear with him, only anger and determination.

He snapped his fingers, and everyone’s weapons fell to the ground. Instantly, his sword shifted under Percy’s chin, lifting his head tilted.

“This is a friendly meeting,” Ares declared. “Of course I’d like to take your head for a trophy, but someone wants to see you. And I never behead my enemies in front of a lady.”

“What lady?” Thalia voiced from the back.

You felt the change in attention. “Well, well. I heard you were back. Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. You’re not hanging out with very good company.”

In any other situation, you might have spoken out about what Ares thought of you and your friends. But with his sword at Percy’s throat…

“What’s your business, Ares? Who’s in the car?”

Ares smiled, like he enjoyed the attention. He pushed Percy away, sword point now at the ground. “Oh, I doubt she wants to meet the rest of you. Especially them,” he nodded in Bianca and Zoe’s direction. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was in the car. “Why don’t you all go get some tacos while you wait? Only take Percy a few minutes.”

“We will not leave him alone with thee, Lord Ares,” Zoe said firmly.

“Besides,” you snapped, waving your hand to the broken building. “Are you blind? Taco place is damaged beyond repair.”

Ares snapped his fingers again, and behind you the taco shop sprung to life. Neon signs lit in the windows, and a warm smell began to drift from it. Boards flew off the door and the ‘closed’ sign flipped to ‘open’.

You were unable to see his eyes, but knew he was looking right at you. “You were saying, miss attitude?”

“Go on,” Percy said. You met eyes. “I’ll handle this.”

“You heard the boy,” Ares teased. “He’s big and strong. Go on. He’s got everything under control.”

Grover caught your wrist and pulled you with him.

You looked over your shoulder. Ares pushed Percy inside the limousine.

“This is awesome,” Thalia said. Inside the taco shop, tables were set up and some song played quietly.

“Believe it or not,” you said, walking around the counter. “I’ve never tried tacos before.”

Thalia’s jaw dropped. “What’s wrong with you?”

You huffed a laugh. Bianca and Zoe were looking at pictures on the walls, while Grover munched on a piece of…was that tablecloth?

“My dad just never let me try anything like that. He didn’t like it, so I couldn’t like it either.”

“That’s…weird.”

“You’re telling me.”

All of a sudden, the music cut off, and the air grew cold and dark. You were suddenly outside again, amidst all the junk and piles of trash.

Grover bleeted in shock, and you stumbled on air.

“What the…?” Thalia turned in a circle.

Bianca and Zoe shared looks with you.

Everyone was confused.

“What did she want with you?” Bianca said. You frowned, until he stood beside you.

Percy’s eyes were shifty. “Oh, uh, I’m not sure. She said to be careful in her husband’s junk yard. Not to touch anything.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “Why would she give us a warning? The gods never give us warnings.”

Zoe hummed in agreement. “The goddess of love would never make a special trip just to tell us to be careful, Percy. Just…watch how you go. Aphrodite has led many heroes astray.”

“For once I agree with Zoe,” Thalia said. “You can’t trust Aphrodite.”

“So,” Percy said. “How do we get out of here?”

“That way,” Zoe pointed ahead. “That way is west.”

“How can you tell?”

“Ursa Major is in the north, which means that must be west.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” Percy nodded along. “The bear thing.”

“Bear thing?” You frowned.

“Show some respect!” Zoe said. “The bear was a worthy opponent. A fine bear.”

“You act like it was real.”

“Guys!” Grover interrupted. “Look!”

Between all the walking and talking (and staring at your feet because the dark was giving you the heebie jeebies in all the rubble) you’d come to the very front and tallest pile of rubble. Piles upon piles of metal objects glinted in the moonlight before you; tons of shields and broken swords, stray metal sheets and bronze chariots. More modern stuff sat between the older pieces, like washing machines and computer monitors.

“Woah,” Bianca said, “that stuff looks like real gold!”

“It is,” Thalia said grimy. You didn’t get why she was looking so tentative of it all. The feeling you’d felt for a while now got stronger. “Don’t touch anything. This is the junkyard of the gods.”

“Guys,” you said. “Can we just go?” Maybe getting out of the place would help your feeling to go away.

“Junk?” Grover ignored you. He knelt down and picked up the prettiest tiara you’d ever seen, the diamonds on it glittering like you’d never seen before. “You call this junk?” The tiara was cut in half like someone had hacked it with an axe.

Just looking at it made you want to pick something up, stuff it in your bag and take it home with you.

Grover bit off a piece of the tiara and chewed. Your jaw dropped. It was like a crime to humanity. “Delicious!”

Thalia swatted it from his hands and hissed, “I’m serious! Put it down!”

“Look!” Bianca raced through the rubble and down the hill. “A Hunter’s bow!” The picked it up. The second she did, you saw as you walked closer, it shrunk into a tiny hairpin. “Like Percy’s sword!”

“Leave it, Bianca,” Zoe said grimly. “Everything here is here for a reason. It is defective or cursed.”

“I don’t like this place,” Thalia said, coming up beside you.

“You think we’re gonna get attacked by killer refrigerators?” Percy joked, laughing with Grover.

You’d learned, being a demigod, not to underestimate anything, and if you were warned about something to always go by the rules. But…there were just so many pretty things amongst the trash, that eventually you couldn’t help yourself, and neither could Thalia or Percy.

Thalia found a shield she liked, and Grover ate some leftover rubble. Percy picked up a guitar, and you plucked up a silver, gem-encrusted crown on your head. You kept it on your head even as the end of the rubble piles began to come to an end, and the road was right ahead.

But…between you and the road was a huge mountain that stretched lengthways, bigger than the other piles of thrown away belongings you’d walked through.

“What is that?” Bianca gasped.

It looked like rows of silver columns.

“Are they…feet?” Thalia asked, narrowing her eyes. Everyone exchanged looks. “Let’s go around. Far around.”

“But the road is right over there,” Percy pointed out. “Let’s just climb over.”

Ping.

You spun around, hand tight on the handle of your dagger. You pointed it at Grover. “What are you doing?” You hissed.

“I don’t know. I…uh, don’t like fake feet?”

“Come on,” Thalia groaned. “Around.”

After several minutes of walking away from the yard, you reached black asphalt, and could take a deep breath.

“We made it out,” Zoe breathed. “Thank the gods.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

A sound like something was crushing all the metal together filled the air, and goosebumps ran the length of your body. The awful feeling you’d felt for so long now only got worse.

You spun around. And couldn’t believe your eyes.

Your mouth was agape as you looked it over. A giant, hundreds of feet tall, had risen from the junkyard. Half of his face was melted off, and the bronze giant wore full greek body armour. He was as tall as a skyscraper, and you swallowed. Hard. His joints squeaked with disuse and rusting.

“Talos!” Zoe gasped.

You whipped your head in her direction. “Who?!”

“One of Hephaestus’s creations,” Thalia answered, but didn’t take her eyes off the giant. “But it can’t be the original. A prototype maybe. A defective model.”

Something you’d never heard of before.

The giant didn’t like the word Thalia used: prototype.

He lowered his huge hand to the sword belt it wore and drew his sword. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard and your stomach clenched.

“Someone took something,” Zoe turned. “Who…”

Her eyes lifted to your head. To your hair, specifically. Where you’d forgotten...

The crown you still wore.

You’d been wearing it for so long, you hadn’t even felt it.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed. “I just forgot.”

Thalia pulled a face. “You just forgot?! After I said not to take or touch anything!”

“Yes! Okay, I’m sorry!”

There was no time to do anything other than run. Talos took one large step toward you, making the ground shake under your feet.

“Run!” Grover yelled.

Against any other enemy, running might have helped. But this thing covered miles in one step.

So you split up.

Thalia held her shield up as she ran down the highway. The giant swung his sword, taking out power lines that sparked as they were cut and fell.

Zoe shot arrows that whistled as they flew by the giant, but it made no difference to the situation. He advanced, and you were frantically thinking of anything you could do. Surely there had to be a way to dismantle the thing, or something?

You ended up hiding behind a chariot with Percy and Bianca, three of you breathing deeply. Percy turned his head to look at you and made an exasperated sound.

“Why are you still wearing that thing!” He reached up and pulled it from your hair. It snagged, and you reached up to untangle it. You didn’t think he meant to hurt you, but he pulled it and pieces of your hair flowed off with it. Percy launched as far as he could in the giant’s direction.

It kept advancing.

“Someone else must have something!” He said. “Otherwise it would have stopped there. Bianca, that bow?”

“No!” She said. But her voice quivered.

“Give it back!” Percy exclaimed. “Put it down!”

“I…didn’t take the bow. Besides, it’s too late!”

“What did you take?!”

A massive creaking noise sent horror skyrocketing through your body, and you all moved instantly. Percy tore down the hill, Bianca in front of you and you at the back. The giant’s foot smashed where you’d been hiding.

“Hey, Talos!” Grover yelled from somewhere in the distance.

The giant paid him no mind, and simply stared down at you and Bianca.

Grover played a song on his reedpipes. The downed power lines began to flick and shift on the ground before rising in the air. One of them wrapped around the giant’s ankle and roped up his leg, shocking him.

“Come on!” Percy yelled to Bianca and you. Only you moved.

You slowed to a stop, unable to find your words. Bianca pulled her hand from her jacket pocket, tears in her eyes. A tiny figurine sat in her palm. “It’s the only one Nico doesn’t have!” She explained.

“How could you think of mythomagic at a time like this? Throw it down, maybe it’ll leave us alone.”

She dropped it reluctantly, but nothing changed.

The giant carried on after Grover, stabbing its huge sword into the ground. Grover danced around it to get away in panicked movements. Scrap metal made an avalanche over Grover, covering him completely, and your heart ached in your chest.

“No!” Thalia yelled. She pointed her spear and shot pure electricity at the giant. He collapsed, knees buckling where he’d been hit. But it rose almost immediately. He raised his foot to stomp, and that was when you noticed it.

“For maintenance only…” you muttered. “Guys, I’ve got an insane idea.”

Percy’s wild gaze met yours. “Anything.”

“There’s maintenance sign on its foot. I’m thinking if I can get in there, there might be a way to disable it.”

“How?” Bianca said. “You’d have to stand under its foot. You’ll be crushed!”

“Distract it,” you ordered. Percy looked at you like you were crazy. “I’ll just have to time it right.”

“No.” Bianca’s jaw tightened. “I’ll go. It’s my fault we’re in this situation.”

You threw your arms out in front of you. “I didn’t realise I had a decades-old crown on my head! If anyone’s at fault here, it’s me, and I’m going to fix this!”

Bianca kneeled down. You took the chance to run after the giant, a million thoughts going through your head. Something clasped your ankle and you met the ground hard. Percy yelled something behind you. Your chin burned and your eyes watered, and Bianca pressed something into your hand.

“If anything happens, give this to Nico,” she said, eyes watering. “Tell him…tell him I’m sorry.”

Your face dropped, and you could only watch as she stood and started to run. “What…? Bianca! Hey! Hey!”

She charged at the monster without a second thought. Everything in your body screamed at you, aching in a way it never had before. It was painful and unbearable, and you scrambled to your knees. Hands came under your arms, pulling you up. You could only watch after Bianca. She jumped at its foot, hanging on for dear life. Zoe yelled at her, and she responded to Bianca’s orders by shooting an arrow at the giant. It simply flicked it away, unbothered.

Percy ran next. He stabbed it, creating a gash in the metal, and it raised its foot.

It was like you couldn’t look away.

Even though it hurt terribly.

Bianca got inside. Percy was thrown across the road into a pile of metal. You walked towards them, praying and praying and praying to anyone up there for help. You muttered it, begged for it.

And nothing came.

“Go Bianca!” Percy yelled, as the giant hit itself.

He staggered around, and that excruciating feeling got worse. Bianca was still inside. The giant’s ankle hit a power line, and he was electrocuted. And if he was, Bianca was.

It fell back, and bit by bit, fell apart.

The giant crumbled from the top down. When it was completely apart, you all screamed for Bianca. You shredded your hands pulling pieces of metal apart in search of your friend, and you looked until your eyes burned with the morning sun.

You’d given the directions.

You’d set her there.

You’d stolen what wasn’t yours, and brought this upon yourself.

“We can keep searching!” Percy urged. “We’ll find her!”

The sunlight burned your skin and your eyes, and you narrowed them to watch your best friend. Standing on a pile of metal, you wanted to throw up. There was no way to explain how you felt. Only that you hoped to never feel this way again.

“No we won’t,” Grover said quietly. “This is how it was supposed to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

Grover looked up with big, watery eyes. “The prophecy. One shall be lost in the land without rain.”

What had you done?

You looked out over the desert.

In your eyes…

You’d killed Bianca di Angelo.

It’s midnight here and I’m tired. How do you guys feel about this chapter? Poor Bianca :(

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[shetheyshenanigans]

sometimes I think about the fact that obviously demigods are not wearing their Camp Halfblood T-shirts 24/7 365 (well low-key they might be, bc I have six of the same shirt from a charity thing I did and I wear one basically every day) but!! This means sometimes they are fighting monsters in regular clothes, and not like monster fighting clothes

Imagine Percy Jackson in basketball shorts and a crop top, swinging at a chimera

Piper McLean in her leggings and White Fox hoodie, charmspeaking a hellhound

Jason Grace in a fucking polo shirt and chinos (you know I'm right) whacking away at a Lastrygonian

Hazel Levesque in denim shorts and that one cute top every girl has, chopping up a dracaena, pissed off about the blood on her top

Nico DiAngelo in black jeans and some fucking MCR shirt, making hell portals for a myrmeke nest

Annabeth Chase, in her nice jeans and jumper, on her way to a date with Percy and swinging at every single cyclops in her way

Frank Zhang in his hockey jersey and jeans, hoping they don't tear as he shapeshifts into a dragon and breathes fire at a hydra

Leo Valdez, in his shorts and funky Hawaiian shirt, throwing grenades everywhere

Like the comedic potential of demigods being in their own clothes is absolutely WASTED

[percabeths-blue-cookies]

omg make me a moodboard based off my aesthetic which includes:

converse, denim shorts, hair bandanas, the beach, books, music, taylor swift, timothée chalamet, percy jackson, wire headphones, chocolate, writing, dance, theatre, chase atlantic, auburn hair, coca cola, laurie laurence

Idrk if this is what you wanted but I tried 🫶🏻

[siriusblack-the-third]

Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 1

Hdjdjd my very first non- Percy Jackson fic djsgdkd i hope you like this little drabble

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

It starts like this:

Sirius is bored.

A bored Sirius, James knows, is never a good thing, because the boy will whine in James' ear and poke him in the ribs or bite his shoulder or tug on the fringe on the back of his head that's a bit longer than the rest of his hair (he had a munj ceremony when he was eight and he still keeps the evidence at sixteen) till James is sighing and giving in to Sirius' demands of chaos.

And honestly, James is way too fond of Sirius to be even remotely annoyed by his antics. Also doesn't hurt that he thrives off of chaos just as much as the other boy does.

However, there are times when Sirius doesn't bother to wheedle James into causing mischief, and simply goes off to do it on his own. On those days, he is dead set on giving James a heart attack.

Days like today.

It's a beautiful Saturday, really— the sky isn't too blue but it isn't cloudy either, and the breeze is just this side of cold. Perfect for Quidditch. James is sitting in his favourite seat in the Gryffindor common room, where he is far enough away from the fire that his skin isn't burning and he can stare at the Quidditch pitch through the open window. He and Remus are getting their homework over with between the exchange of sarcastic barbs, prank ideas and wicked smiles. Peter is off at detention and Sirius... come to think of it, where is Sirius?

The Fat Lady's portrait opens, but James doesn't look; he turns to Remus with the question of Sirius on the tip of his tongue, but is cut off by the werewolf lifting his head up and catching sight of someone.

"Oi, Pads," Remus hollers, "fuck've ya been?"

James whips his head up and grins widely at his best mate, who is sauntering up to them with a lazy smirk and an effortless elegance to his long limbs that James never figured out how to imitate. His grey eyes harbour that perpetual devilish gleam that is unique to Sirius, and James' gaze catches on the few stray waves of pitch black hair that are slipping out of his bun. Sirius walks close enough to get a ray of sunshine across his face, and silver glitters at his ears.

See, here's the thing: Sirius has piercings. A fuckton of piercings, ranging from the generic lobe piercings to the playful helix to the risque belly button to the roguish eyebrow to a downright sinful industrial. In total, he has nine piercings, compared to James' simple lobe piercings that his parents got done when he was a baby. Sirius also has a huge collection of earrings and ear cuffs, and he is never seen without at least four accessories in. Today, he's wearing all of them.

James resolutely keeps his eyes away from that attention-grabbing jewellery.

"Cheers, Padfoot," he chirps, and Sirius chuckles as he plops down next to him, lifting a hand to ruffle James' hair. The younger boy squawks and swats at his hand, making Sirius and Remus snicker.

"Alright Moons, Jamie?" he nods at the both of them, leaning back and spreading his legs so that his left one is thrown across James lap. The black ripped denim jeans stretch obscenely across his thick thighs, but James keeps his smile on his face.

"Just the Arithmancy essay," he answers, but keeps his quill down and drops his head onto Sirius' shoulders. "The one about the compression of space-time in Apparition. Where have you been?"

"Oh y'know," Sirius shrugs, and James shifts back to follow the line of his broad, leather-clad shoulders before he catches himself and looks away, heat crawling up his cheeks. "Getting a piercing."

Oh, no.

James notices Remus perk up out of the corner of his eye (the lad has his own impressive collection of piercings) but he is more invested in scanning Sirius' ears for the new addition. A second later, he frowns; all the piercings are old ones.

"Where is it?" he asks, curious. (The poor boy forgets– curiosity killed the cat.)

Sirius' grey eyes flicker with mischief, and James is given barely a second to register the foreboding feeling that suddenly fills his guts before his best friend is sticking out his tongue, a sly tilt to his lips. A flash of silver hits James' eyes.

"Holy shit!" Remus crows, and Sirius laughs, but James' mouth has gone dry. He stares at that tongue, at the sneak peeks of the metal ball he gets when Sirius starts a rapid-fire conversation with Remus, gaze drawn to the full, pale pink lips as they curl around words that James cannot be bothered to listen to.

Oh, fuck.

A tongue piercing.

Sirius has a tongue piercing.

Fuck.

[winryrockbellwannabe]

44-49/60 dop - (26- 31 january)

super short update bc those last few days were basically a blur to me:

- finished my exams, yey - now im just going to retake my quantum exam, im still hoping to get a better grade - ngl i think i failed radiations. bc i was feeling so so anxious the days before the exam and i barely study anything at all for it, but it's okayy - watched percy jackson - it was so so good - and The Stranger by the Shore - made me spiral a bit about the way gay characters are portraid in anime (i really enjoyed it btw - just a couple of scenes in it made a bit iffy - but then i was searching for similar movies and they were all kinda.... weird) - went shopping! got myself a cute top and a midi denim skirt, im really happy about it. - my project coordinator finally answered my email!

now, classes start next monday, so hopefully somewhere next week i'll post about next semester classes and the project. also, i'll probably changed my blog theme soon, new semester, new me, am i right?

aaand that's it for now. gonna rest a bit, so tomorrow i'll be ready to revise quantum physics :)) byeee

[sugutoad]

hiii omg can i please have both the chosen one and masquerade balls??

fandom for both is pjo please <33

i’m emma, i love everything pink and taylor swift, wear converse almost chronically, am a barista, australian, christian, stubborn and funny, loves love, (daughter of aphrodite btw), short auburn hair, snacker and chocoholic, lives on coca cola, adhd, loves all things beach, always has music playing like 24/7, sarcasm ™️, loves to write more than anything, swimming > life-ing, shopping is fun 💕, denim shorts and shirts and cute sunglasses >>, rom coms, baking cookies, skateboarding and biking, climbing trees and kayaking, playing soccer (football), and watching movies at night, can’t take criticism, hates slow people, loves little kids and can’t wait to get married + have them, thinks about romance 24/7, loves to dye my hair, pinterest > everything, wattpad is the goat, and can’t stand spiders + rice.

tysmm, muah 💋

romantic match: percy jackson

cabin: aphrodite

best friend: thalia grace

rivalry: annabeth chase

[tagthescullion]

Il Minuetto della Ragazza

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Rating: T

Summary: Bianca di Angelo is alive. Alive and upset, confused, desperate… Camp Half Blood lost her little brother, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to bring him home safe.

AO3 link

Ch One - Ch Two - Ch Three - Ch Four - Ch Five - Ch Six - Ch Seven - Ch Eight - Ch Nine - Ch Ten

Chapter 11: Santa Fe

Before opening her eyes Bianca felt grass beneath her hands. Crickets sang around her, and she could hear a couple of whispering voices not too far.

She opened her eyes and was greeted with a clear night sky. The stars shone so brightly, Bianca could see the Milky Way.

By her side, an abandoned looking train station loomed under the moonlight.

“That ain’t right,” she heard a voice murmur.

“There’s no train, your brother’s taking you for a fool.”

“He’s not!” 

It sounded like children. 

Bianca stood unsteadily. She walked quietly towards the source of the voices and found a couple of boys sitting with their backs leaning on a chunk of wooden fence, not two metres away from the rails.

They seemed to be expecting something. A train, they boy had implied. But a midnight train? 

Bianca looked around. She wasn’t even sure it was midnight, but she didn’t reckon they’d be seeing trains until morning. Not in a dilapidated station like this one. 

“It’s always on this day,” said one of the boys. His eyes were bright. “You can hear it, every single year, this same night. Even my ma’s heard it, she tried to pretend otherwise but she was freaked out all right.”

The second boy appeared a lot more cynical of his friend’s tale.

“I never heard nothin’.”

“That’s ‘cause you live so far from the tracks. You don’t hear normal trains, how’d you hear the ghost train?”

The second boy shuddered. “There ain’t no ghost train! Let’s go back home.”

His friend stood his ground. With a stubborn frown he crossed his arms around his legs. 

“I’m not leavin’ until I see that Lincoln train,” he spat. “You’re just a coward.”

The taunt hit where it aimed, the second boy sat back down beside his friend.

“I ain’t no coward.”

Bianca rolled her eyes, she never understood why coward was such a powerful insult. Sometimes cowardice was a lot cleverer than bravery.

She looked back at them, studying their clothes. 

Something wasn’t right. Those weren’t clothes children wore nowadays. Hell, she’d know, she was still trying to get used to denim.

These boys wore suspenders of all things, and they were carrying a dim oil lamp. 

She was dreaming of the past. She wasn't sure how old the scene was, nor did her surroundings really tell her anything useful. 

The boys stayed quiet for a bit, and Bianca, unsure of what to do, sat down not far from them.

A cloud went over the moon, dissipating the light they’d had. Bianca’s surroundings looked even worse for wear than they had. Under the moon’s light, the old station had appeared mystical if run-down, now it looked plain and forgotten. The tracks lost their gleam.

She wondered if it would rain. Could she feel water in a dream?

She shook her head, that wasn’t particularly important.

A ghost train one of the kids had called it. After discovering, or remembering, or accepting –whichever it was– who her father was, Bianca didn’t really want to see any ghosts, in a dream or anywhere, really. 

It wasn’t that ghosts scared her. They were people, that’s all. Her nonna used to call them ‘anime in pena’, or anguished souls. To Bianca, it seemed unfair to be somehow repulsed or afraid of them, souls could be anguished both in life or death. 

Regardless, ghosts were a connection to Hades. And Bianca wasn’t sure how she felt about him. Her memories, or vague images if she was honest, of her father were those of a caring, if not very expressive man. She didn’t want to overlap that with the resentful, dangerous deity her fellow demigods painted him up to be. 

Distracted as she was by her thoughts, she almost missed a low whistle coming from the West. 

One of the boys trembled with excitement, while the other went pale. 

“Did you hear that?”

The pale boy nodded. 

“I told you it was real!”

At first, nothing seemed to happen, but to their left, by the place the tracks were lost in the horizon, a blue mist swirled into existence. 

The breeze turned into a stronger wind, which ruffled the leaves of the trees around them. Fallen leaves, debris and old papers flew around in whirlpools.

A wrinkled sheet of newspaper landed silently next to Bianca’s left foot. She doubted she could pick it up if she tried, but she crouched to read the text better.

It was the front page of the Chicago Daily News, the morning paper by the headlines. April 21st, 1908.

Bianca heard the distant hiss of a steam engine and looked up to see a locomotive break through the blue mist. No, not break through. The mist seemed to come from it, as if the locomotive –train, she saw now– was puffing off blue smoke from below as it went. It mixed with the vapour coming from its chimney.

It wasn’t a chimney, Bianca remembered. She’d once been shown a similar locomotive by her nonno’s valet. But she couldn’t remember the right word for it. 

The train got closer, running fast on the old tracks. The two children had gone completely quiet.

Bianca felt a sort of apprehension as the train drew nearer and nearer. A phantom train. What could it mean? Who’s phantom train was it? 

It was a funeral train, she knew. She didn’t know why she knew it, but she was certain. A morbid way to parade an important figure’s corpse. But she still didn’t know whose corpse.

The locomotive slowed down as it approached Bianca and the boys. Or, she supposed, as it approached the station close to them. 

It wasn’t just the children who’d gone quiet. The world seemed to have shut up as it was enveloped by the train’s ghastly blue mist. The only things Bianca could hear were her breathing, and the train’s rhythmical noise and vapour hisses.

She looked up as the locomotive was passing in front of her. Behind it the tender carried the coal. And behind that the passenger cars began at last. 

Only it wasn’t people tending a casket that Bianca saw. 

The train was full of skeletons. Like the ones chasing them in the quest! Their skins see-through, their bones opaque and contrasting under the clouds.

They were all looking at her. Not at the side of the train, they were focusing on her.

Their teeths clacked as they passed by her, making Bianca shiver. 

‘Come find us,’ they seemed to say. ‘Join us in our journey.’

She wondered if the train would stop in the station, but it never lowered its speed enough. The train cars kept coming and coming, its skeleton crew chit-chattering its snappy cacophony. 

‘Join us, join us, join us…’

Bianca wanted to run. She wanted to be far away from that. She wanted to turn to see if the boys had gone away, or if, like her, they stood frozen watching the train go by, but her muscles wouldn’t answer her.

‘Join us, join us…’

She struggled against her own body, trying to move, to speak, to do anything. 

STOP! She wanted to yell. Stop, please!

Her voice betrayed her, but with a snap, she managed to make her body react. She fell hard to her knees, and covered her head with her arms.

‘JOIN US!’

She closed her eyes tight.

Finally, her voice returned to her.

“MAKE IT STOP!”

-

"Hey!"

Bianca was awoken by somebody shaking her arm. She wiped the corner of her mouth to clear the drop of drool forming there.

"Are we there yet?" She asked, her voice deep with sleep. Her heart still beat fast and loud.

She used a hand to cover the light in her eyes.

Standing above her, and looking like she hadn't slept a wink, was Thalia. She had taken off the silly sunglasses and Bianca could see the dark circles under her eyes. 

"Not in Denver, which was where we were supposed to go," Thalia replied. "We're close to Santa Fe."

Bianca looked out of the window, she could see nothing. Not a blind nothingness, the landscape was perfectly clear, but it was empty. If they were close to any city, it wasn’t a very big one.

She could see mountains far away, but all around her there were low bushes. It felt less dry than Phoenix but it wasn’t much better.

It made her uneasy. She tried to convince herself it was only the memory of the junkyard of the gods, but the goosebumps on the back of her neck wouldn't disappear.

"I don't like this place," Bianca said. "How long until the bus starts again."

Thalia smirked. "One of the back tires was messed up, so it seems we'll be staying a while."

Bianca frowned.

"Yeah, I know," Thalia said, her eyes dark. "It doesn't feel right. Keep an eye out."

Thalia went down the bus aisle, with Bianca in tow. 

Outside, the air smelled like dust. The sky was brightening, the colours were rather pretty, but the picturesque sunrise didn’t make Bianca feel any more comfortable.

The Hunters were gathered several metres away from the rest of the passengers, who weren't many anyway.

"I need you all to be alert," Thalia told them. She wasn't speaking loudly, but her voice carried well amongst them. "A punctured tire can be a coincidence, but so many of us together will attract monsters sooner or later."

"How optimistic," said Greta.

"She's being careful," Phoebe chided her. 

Bianca was with Phoebe and Thalia, something was nearby. 

“I’ll go see if they need help with the tire,” Maddie offered, taking off her jacket and tying it around her waist. 

“Will they let a girl help?” Bianca asked. 

She didn’t mean to be rude, but Maddie didn’t look a day over 20, and while she was open to the idea of the world changing, she was sure men were still unwilling to let women around cars. 

Maddie smirked. “I’ve been dealing with men’s fragile egos since the 19th century, darling. I’ll make them listen.”

Thalia nodded. “All right, take Phoebe with you. If worse comes to worst, Phoebs, you handle the drivers while Maddie does the work, it’ll be faster.”

Phoebe seemed to agree with that, she even looked joyful at the prospect.

Thalia walked a few steps away from the group, and Bianca followed.

“Is she a daughter of Ares?” Bianca asked, pointing subtly at Phoebe. “She reminds me of Clarisse.”

Thalia shook her head. “Nope. Naiad. She had a nasty encounter with my uncle.” She saw Bianca’s scowl. “Oh, no, nasty for my uncle. Who knew the king of the ocean could have his nose broken, huh?”

“Does everybody here but me have awful experiences with men?” Bianca wondered.

Thalia made a face, as if she was debating whether to tell her something or not.

“Some,” she said at last. “Some have been hurt or betrayed by men. Guys can be selfish, disloyal, stupid.” Thalia’s fists tightened with each word. “Others simply come from a different time, back then they were powerless to do something for and by themselves, that led them to join. You can sympathise with that last group, I imagine.” 

Bianca thought Thalia might look at her with pity. Luckily, the older girl appeared curious rather than anything else. She was probably thinking about that night when Percy and Grover had explained that the Lotus Hotel slowed down time.

“Yes,” Bianca said. “I know how they feel.”

She thought of her brother being taught how to assemble a rifle, and her being taught embroidery and how to run a house for her husband. 

Just as she felt a stab of resentment about her unlocked memory, she saw the bus driver get up from the dusty ground, ten or fifteen metres away, and shake his head at Maddie and Phoebe. 

Thalia saw where Bianca’s eyes were focusing on. 

“Seventy years and we’re still dealing with this shit.” She shrugged. “But it’s a lot better, trust me.”

Bianca nodded. She knew. One of their teachers in Westover was an engineer, she taught Math. She hadn’t known why it had surprised her so much back then, but now she imagined what her nonno’s reaction would’ve been like if she told him she wanted to be an engineer.

Thalia was about to say something more but froze with her mouth half-open. Faster than Bianca could ask what was wrong she heard it. 

REEEEEEEEET

Thalia groaned.

“Fucking Hades, not this shit again.”