#pjo khloe

[hotpotrandomfics]

Swept by the tides?

Khloe: You amuse me. I will make you mine.

Ciel, confused: You mean like a boyfriend or a slave?

Khloe: Yes! *grabs Ciel by the collar* Win me prizes!

Ciel, laughing nervously: Uh guys? Guys??

*Khloe drags Ciel away further into the Camp Jupiter Saturnalia festival*

Percy: Annabeth, what just happened?

Annabeth: Your little sister has kidnapped the Orion of the modern day?

[riordanness]

fictional — [p.jackson]

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‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’

I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.

Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.

I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.

Percy Jackson.

I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.

I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.

The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.

“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”

“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”

Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.

“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”

“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.

“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”

“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”

Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”

I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”

And even Andie can’t argue with that.

I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.

I perk up, though, when I hear something new.

“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”

Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.

A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.

I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.

Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.

The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.

This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.

And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.

The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”

I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.

“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”

I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.

I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”

The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.

“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”

I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”

I just stare at him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“Your name is Percy Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.

Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”

I nod slowly. “Of course.”

Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”

My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”

Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”

I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”

It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.

I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.

The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.

The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.

It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.

Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.

The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.

“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”

Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.

I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”

Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”

“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”

“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”

I relax. “It’s okay.”

I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”

Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”

“You don’t have plans?” he asks.

I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.

“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.

“Wait,” I say. “What?”

“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”

“You aren’t saying no.”

“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”

“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”

Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”

I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.

“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”

I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.

“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.

Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”

I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”

“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.

And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.

Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.

The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.

[khloecoded]

ABOUT ME!!

hi, I’m khloe! I’m 18, this is a multifandom blog!

Here’s my interests!

Video games:

Kirby, splatoon, animal crossing, Pokémon, multiplayer co-op games , super smash bros

Books:

Turtles all the way down, fault in our stars, six of crows, PJO, Mary Oliver poetry, this is how you lose the time war, Emily Henry’s books.

Shows:

Bee and puppycat, Hilda, The Good place, b99, superstore, ghost hunting shows

Music :

Hozier, angus and Julia stone, the strokes, Wallows, Lady of the sunshine, as tall as lions, motion city soundtrack, HUNNY, smallpools, The greeting committee

Other interests:

Sharks, whales and silly little guys! Drawing, Vocaloid, manga/graphic novels, 3DS games, Project DIVA , reading.

[hotpotrandomfics]

PJO OC Headcanon: Ciel Ambrose Silverstein ft. Love Life

Love Life:

Ciel first love was Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt, over his time at camp the son of Hecate would grow to admire the goddess but not as a goddess should be admired. It was a respect of her skill, maturity, vigor, and stance on her principles. He respected the hunters and nature even though he had no interest in them. Eventually, he would see memories that weren’t his and remember memories he never made with the goddess.

Slowly, Ciel would realize that the memories were that of Orion the more and more he had moments to interact with Artemis. Ciel would be dedicated to the principles of the hunt though not become part of it as he felt conflicted between his own feelings and the feelings of Orion soul within him.

Ciel would have much of his key moments in his life connect to the livelihood of the goddess, the Fates purpose behind this was to bring something to the world that was needed. Children of the goddess of the moon, it didn’t matter the process on how the children were made but the Fates deemed it necessary. Something neither the goddess or the demigod sorcerer could be allowed to deny…

In his mid twenties while living in New Rome, Ciel would meet his wife who was a daughter of Neptune from Sicily. Khloe Biance Di Natalie, a member of Second Cohort would have gone to Camp Jupiter towards the end of the Second Demigod Civil War. She was someone who had dated many demigods and demigoddess but they never truly lasted. By the time she herself was breaching thirty she’d bump into Ciel at a market in New Rome. The two were cordial and apologetic for bumping into the other, Ciel taking responsibility as he was dealing with his youngest child who he had adopted.

Khloe found Ciel kind nature and his physical appearance attractive but what surprised her was when he saw her again in the city and asked if she’d like to get coffee. Eventually, they’d start slowly seeing each other more and more before officially dating.

[hotpotrandomfics]

Percy: So, word around New Rome is you’re seeing my Roman sister.

Ciel: Who Khloe? Yeah, sooo?

Percy: We may not be close but she is my sister and-

Ciel: Really, Percy? I have literally fought the king of the gods, cussed out Mr. Sunshine, been tortured by a cult, found a lost Nordic artifact, fought magicians with a flick of my wrist and gone to Tartarus alone and fought Nyx. Fought. Nyx. You’re the least of my worries.

Percy: Wow, my ego is hurt beyond measure.

Ciel: Percy, your sister is a Sicilian who’d sooner stab me with her trident than let me treat her wrong. That is who scares me.

Percy: Still…

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Khloe: I’ve been working out. Wanna see me crack a walnut with my butt?

Clara: No!

Ciel: I kinda do…

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Ciel: So how do you like it?

Khloe: Usually from the back with you pulling my hair and smacking my a-

Ciel: I MEANT THE FOOD!

Khloe, embarrassed: Oh, it’s good amour.

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Never a dull date

*Explosions and monsters roaring outside of the restaurant on the boarder of New Rome, it’s date night*

Khloe: We lost the ticket?! Screw it, Ciel!

Ciel: Cmere, fuck stick!

Weapons Checker: AAAAAAAAH!

*Ciel proceeds to throw weapons checker out of the booth before proceeding to grab his swords and Khloe trident*

Khloe: I ever tell you how hot it is that a magic man can toss people so casually?

Ciel, flustered: C-can we please kill the monsters and get back to our date?

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YOU WHAT?

Percy: When y’all eat tacos, do you tilt your head to the left or the right?

Ciel, absent minded, unfiltered: Neither, the thighs typically keep my head firmly placed.

Percy: Huh?

Khloe: He isn’t lying.

Percy, horrified: YOU WHAT?!

[hotpotrandomfics]

The Silverstein Bloodline must Survive!

Alexander (Ciel dad): So you’re the goddess, Artemis?

Artemis: Yes, I am. Goddess of the Hunt, Moon, and Maidens.

Alexander: What are your intentions with my son?

Artemis: Pardon?

Alexander: Exactly what I said. What are your intentions with my son.

Artemis: I have no “intentions” with your son.

Alexander: Hm, disappointing.

Artemis: Disappointing?! *aghast* HOW DARE YOU!

Alexander: My son is an excellent cook! A capable hunter! Respects the gods! He even respects boundaries, so “Lady” Artemis! How dare you?! THE SILVERSTEIN BLOODLINE MUST SURVIVE!

Artemis:…

*Elsewhere*

Ciel: So you hold it like this- *adjusting Khloe hold of the bow*

Khloe: Okay, and the arrow like this?

Ciel: Yep, you’re a natural!

Khloe: Why aren’t you the charmer! Say, hypothetically, what if- and hear me out, what if a certain daughter of Neptune wanted to continue a certain child of Hecate bloodline?

Ciel: H-huh?! *confused in demigod*

[hotpotrandomfics]

How Ciel Lost Capture the Flag?

Clarisse, pissed: HOW DID SHE GET AWAY?!

Ciel: I let her go! I let her go! Shit got weird!

*Flashback to Ciel and Khloe fighting during capture the flag with New Rome*

Ciel: I had her corner, we were fighting, it was a normal altercation and my hand ended around her throat.

Clarisse, in the present: So?

Ciel: She looks me dead in my pupils, into my soul and says “harder.”

Clarisse:…

Ciel: And I’m like “excuse me?” And that’s how we lost…

*BONUS*

Khloe: CALL ME!

[hotpotrandomfics]

Disgusting! Where?!

Ciel: Who the hell posted nudes of me?!

Khloe, holding her phone: DISGUSTING! Who would do such a thing and where so I can give them a piece of my mind!

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Percy: What in the fuck knuckles is this?

Khloe: He’s my boyfriend, you intolerant little sh-

Percy: Woah, pump the hate breaks sweetie. I’m just surprised anyone would date you, especially Wizards of Waverley Place.

Ciel, just smiling: Hi Percy!

Percy: Hi Ciel!

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Ciel: In fact, there’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask you.

Khloe: Alright. As long as it’s not “will you marry me?”

Ciel:…

Khloe: *processing, then realization* Oh my gods! It is will you marry!

Ciel: Well, I’m not gonna say it now. You’ve spoiled the moment.

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Khloe: Is that a banana in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?!

Ciel: Oh! Thanks for reminding me, comrade! *pulls a banana from his pants*

Khloe, flustered: Why is it still there?!

Ciel: Why are you still looking? *smirking*

[hotpotrandomfics]

Can’t ever keep things PG

Khloe: Oh Ciel~ is your ego the only thing you liked stroked?

Ciel: No, but Khloe, tell me something no. Are you from St. Louis?

Khloe: No, why~?

Ciel: Well I can teach you how to arch your back~

Khloe: *blushing deeply* EEEP, too much! You win!

Justin: Hey Clara~

Clara: No, that line is not gonna work.

Justin: *pouts*