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[bimafe]

one night, percy slipped out of his cabin, unable to sleep because of nightmares. he was planning to go to the lake when he noticed a hunched figure sitting by apollo's cabin. as he approached, percy realized it was will.

will cried in percy's arms that night, telling him how tired he was. tired of being the head healer, tired of being in charge of the cabin. he just wished he had big brothers again. and percy realized how early will had lost his big brothers, through percy's own fault. how early will had basically lost almost all of his siblings.

[supine-ly]

three peas in a pod

[poppitron360]

I see your “Jason sleeps on top of Leo so he can’t move” hc and I raise you “Leo curls up on Jason’s chest like a lil’ kitty and he’s so small Jason barely registers his weight.”

[a-headcanon-a-day]

Imagine Will using like healing magic to soothe Nicos headaches everytime he has them. Like he gently drags his hand on Nicos head and his hand glows while he soothes them. And then Nico falls asleep.

[xoxochb]

thinking about percy jackson leaving his daughter of persephone crush flowers at her cabins doorstep everyday. or just every time you exit your cabin in general— he’s well aware you could create your own at will but he prefers to hand pick all of them himself. he had asked you one day about your favorite types of flowers, those ones in specific are the ones he enjoys leaving for you. he watches from afar as you pick them up from the ground with a wide smile, clutching them to your chest in joy and then confusing to skip your way into your cabin. when he comes inside some days he sees you’ve made a collection of all of them, taking up a whole shelf on your bookshelf for them. you ask if he knows who’s sending him and as a flustered mess he claims not to know but he promises to find out. you hug him in response, his cheeks flushing pink and butterflies roaming his stomach like crazy!! after weeks of pretending not to know who sent them he realizes you’ve become sad not being aware of who your secret admirer is, he fesses up to his actions at last. surprised you slap his head and yell at him for being an idiot and not telling you in the first place. you apologize with a tender kiss however, resulting in percy’s brain short circuiting and every coherent thought disappearing. but even now that you’re dating it doesn’t mean those flowers leave your doorstep…

[daughterofthesunandtheatregod]

How to summon so many people even if you don’t follow them

Talk or post about Jason Grace

That’s it just talk about that pretty blond man

[miss-stealyourgirl]

Hi baby

@that-girl-cupid

"Hey sweetheart." She smiled. "How are you?"

[love-lightning-forethought]

Open Starter: This ain't right

Finley

Finley was confused.

Last time she checked, she was not this tall and her chest was flat.

"What in the frick..."

@arisdaughter @childofthewargod @dianedantedominic @kaiaalwayswins @theorphicforest

@that-girl-cupid @delilah-isnt-dead-yett @daonedaonlyskh @hispanic-child-of-hermes

@aria-pane @wine-cooper @i-am-persephones-daughter @unhinged-waterlilly

@seed-of-the-pomegranate @istglevi-gotmesimping

@if-chaos-was-a-boy @ariathemortal @i-was-never-sane @gaygirldoodles @superbstarlightsheep

If you want to be added, removed or if I forgot to tag you, let me know :)

[cece693]

Sword Fighting (Nico Di Angelo x Son of Aphrodite)

Summary: You were a likable asshole—everything not associated with Aphrodite. You were devilishly handsome but with a temper of Zeus himself. It was as if you were a byproduct of Aphrodite and Ares. Unsurprisingly, you catch the eyes of many, but more so, the son of Hades, Nico Di Angelo.

tags: no specific timeline/book, oblivious idiots in love, Nico isn't dating Will, you did have something with the son of Apollo, dancing around feelings

Nico watched from the shadows, eyes fixed on the training field where you and Percy Jackson were locked in a heated sparring match. Each movement you made was precise, and confident—like you were born with a sword in your hand. The sunlight caught the sharp angles of your face, highlighting the look of sheer determination in your eyes as you deflected Percy’s swing with a graceful sidestep.

Nico tried to look away. He knew he should, but something kept his gaze glued to you. Perhaps it was the influence of Aphrodite in your veins, that inherent allure that seemed to draw in everyone around you, making them wish they could be closer, even when they knew you could be merciless. But deep down, Nico knew it wasn’t just that. He had felt the allure of others before, including Percy, but what he felt now was different. It was stronger.

You were unlike anyone he’d met at camp. A likable asshole, some called you, a paradox that intrigued him. While most children of Aphrodite were known for their beauty and charm, you were the polar opposite. Devilishly handsome, yes, but with a temper that could rival even Zeus himself. It was as if the gods had mixed the charms of your mother with the fierce spirit of Ares, creating something dangerously compelling. And that danger was precisely what caught Nico’s attention.

Your sword collided with Percy’s in a shower of sparks, and a grin spread across your face. The thrill of the fight, the intensity of it—those things stirred something inside you that Nico could almost feel from where he stood. It was part of what made you so maddeningly attractive. While others found themselves drawn to you for your looks or your charisma, Nico was captivated by that spark, that raw, untamed energy you seemed to possess.

And it frustrated him.

Nico wasn’t one to get swept up in emotions, especially not for someone so openly infuriating. You were arrogant, quick-tempered, and brimming with an insufferable confidence. Yet, there you were, invading his every thought. He wanted to hate you, to dismiss you as just another self-absorbed child of Aphrodite. But every time he watched you—whether you were laughing with friends, glaring at someone who had crossed you, or fighting as you were now—he felt his resolve crumble a little more.

Percy swung his sword in a wide arc, but you were faster, ducking under it and stepping to the side. “You’re getting sloppy, Jackson!” you teased, voice tinged with that self-assured arrogance Nico had grown used to hearing.

“Yeah, yeah,” Percy grumbled, adjusting his stance. “Just you wait.”

You turned your head slightly, as if sensing Nico’s gaze on you. For a split second, your eyes met his, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you. Nico’s heart skipped a beat. Then, just as quickly, you turned back to Percy, deflecting another attack with a casual flick of your wrist.

“You’re staring again, Di Angelo.” A familiar voice came from behind him. Not bothering to turn, Nico felt Will Solance come and stand next to him, probably wearing a knowing smirk. He felt his cheeks burning, “Shut up, Solace.”

No heat was behind his words; after all, it seemed foolish to argue with one of his only friends. Will chuckled, glancing past Nico to where you continued to spar with Percy. “He has that effect on people, you know.” he remarked with a knowing smile.

Nico’s jaw tightened, an unexpected pang of jealousy curling in his chest. He knew Will meant nothing by it, but the reminder stirred something inside him, something dark and possessive. You and Will had a brief romance once, something that had lasted only a few months before you both decided to part ways amicably. But despite the clean break, the memory of your closeness with Will gnawed at Nico. He hated that it did. The two of you had managed to stay friends, and he couldn’t deny that Will still harbored a certain fondness for you—one that Nico wasn’t sure he could compete with.

“Right,” Nico muttered, eyes narrowing as he watched you effortlessly parry another of Percy’s attacks. “He seems to have that effect on everyone.”

Will raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at Nico. “Jealous, are we?”

Nico shot him a glare. “No.” he lied, a little too quickly. He hated how transparent he could be sometimes, especially around Will, who knew him too well for comfort.

Will sighed, his smile softening. “Look, I get it. He’s…hard to ignore.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “But you should know, our thing was just a fling. We’re friends now, and he’s—”

“Don’t,” Nico cut in sharply, his voice tight. “I don’t need you to explain anything.”

"But—" Will tried to speak, however, Nico had already disappeared. Huffing in frustration, the son of Apollo continued watching as you easily beat Percy, sword hovering dangerously under his chin. When would those two oblivious idiots realize they're pinning for one another?

[secret-agent-of-bullshitery]

Will: Yeah I'm LGBT.

Will: cuLt leader.

Will: every God hates me personally.

Will: cowBoy hat.

Will: *sniffles* Trying my best.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Jason dying a little while after he presumed Leo to be dead, only for Leo to not be dead and to respawn and realize that Jason is actually dead is so Romeo and Juliet coded okay.

[izzyfizzykitty]

this is your reminder that solangelo is a TWO people ship. there are TWO people in that ship. there is not just ONE, there is TWO. hope that helps!!!🤗🤗

[madeasqiggle]

Cabin 7: Apollo ☀️🎶🎨

[poppitron360]

Jason Grace, to me, has like a 21-step haircare routine with three types of conditioner and special ointments and shit so that his hair is the softest little fluffy thing ever. It was his one way of having “me time” while at Camp Jupiter. He’s very particular about his hygiene and looking presentable.

Leo slaps 13-in-one in there and doesn’t even wash it out properly.

They are perfect for each other

[seagull9111]

how are we ignoring how suicidal nico was at age eleven

someone get this boy some help I AM BEGGING

[xoxochb]

percy Jackson x Aphrodite!reader fic based on “I can see you” by Taylor swift?🤭

— I can see you

warnings: allusions to sex, heavy make out, secret relationship trope, I would say this is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written but I’m not really sure... pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite a/n: I can see you, my beloved 😋

It started when he brushed past you in the hallway. you had been leaving the big house after arguing with mr. d about the unfair camp dress code, demanding different color shirts for each cabin. he said yes thanks to your charmspeak. this wasn’t the point though— you walked by percy jackson, the only son of poseidon, his shoulder brushing lightly against yours, when you look back you find he had been already looking at you, then nearly walked into a wall in a daze, a laugh escape your lips. the day after the interaction you received a note at your bedside table, you asked the all-knowing drew who sent it but she said it must have arrived while you were asleep. you sat up and took the note into your hands reading in scribbles and mixed words:

“meet me tonight” signed P. J.

you bite your lip as your cheeks erupt in a pink flush. and so it goes. you wouldn’t call it exactly a ‘relationship’ because A) it was secret and B) most of you’re little meet ups were just sleepless nights spent in the privacy of cabin three, pleasurable moans escaping your mouths as your hands take fistfuls of his sheets in your hand. you’d leave early in the morning before your siblings woke and it had been a routine at this point. It had become an addiction, like if he wasn’t touching your skin you would perish at any moment, you’re just lucky percy was unable to see the things that you see in your head— though, most had come true by now

tonight you had successfully left your cabin after the last of your siblings had fallen victim to hypnos’ hands you left out your window and arrived at the poseidon cabin. you’d grown to love the salty air scent surrounding it, something you held dear to you. you’d never be able to go to the beach normally again without thinking of the activities taken place in cabin three. that was a thought for later, though because right now your main focus is slipping your shirt over your head and quickly reconnecting your lips with percy’s hands fumble to unzip your jeans and slide them down your legs

“eager, are we?” you joke, and he laughs into your mouth, making the butterflies swarm in your stomach. you’re sure it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done this because every time he kisses you it sends you into a euphoric state of ecstasy, and with the way he handles you gently, taking care of you after, it’s pure bliss. you take a fistful of his dark hair in your hands, inducing a groan from him. gods, you could die happy right now. you allow him to trace his hands up your skin finding the back of your lacy bra to unclip it and slowly slide it off, your bare skin against his like puzzle pieces made to connect into one as the night passes. and you’re sure you see the gates to elysium every time he’s whispering sweet things we you’re doing such bad things