Okay, I've been discussing ideas about a PJO Psych crossover and it is now time to share my findings
Okay, so once upon a time Henry Spencer met a woman who when posing as a mortal went by the name Madeleine but she was actually a goddess, they had a kid, she was a minor goddess, so she was able to stay for a while, but eventually she left.
Yes, of COURSE Shawn thinks it's his Dad's fault
The goddess was Mnemosyne, the Greek goddess of MEMORY and the mother of the muses (works perfectly, right??!??!?!)
And Gus is his Satyr protector!!!
Henry does all the same training with Shawn to be a cop and such
Shawn gets his eidetic memory from his mother, the goddess of memory
I've also decided he gets taskmaster powers (can do anything he sees from memory) because that fucks hard
Shawn gets the record of fastest kid to get claimed as his mother officially claims him before he even leaves for camp
Here's her symbol by the way!
Anyway, when Shawn gets to camp, he's a total little shit
At first, the other campers think he's just not being claimed, depending on how you work the timeline here? Percy is pissed
Then Gus and Shawn explain that he actually got claimed before he even showed up (Percy vows to personally thank his godly parent for being an actually decent person)
So, they ask who it is, and Shawn WILL NOT TELL THEM
Why? Because it's funner that way!
They have an ongoing tally and betting pool of who his godly parent is, no one guesses it
He also keeps sneaking Mr D alcohol because it's funny and no one but Dionysus is happy about that
Gus is still his best friend that he drags into things, obv, they probably end up soul bound just like percy and grover
Juliet is a child of Athena
Lassie is a child of Ares and if your going by the show there's a super funny joke about how he looks exactly like Hephaestus but is the son of the guy he hates most, haha
Shawn KILLS at capture the flag
No one believes him when he says he doesn't have charm speak
Instead of becoming a SB Psychic, he ends up being this crime solving traveling cryptid (he's gotta keep moving bc monsters) (dont worry, he still visits camp pretty often and likes to drop by Santa Barbara to solve crimes and piss off his dad)
There was also a lengthy convo about each gods opinion of him of any of you wanna hear that
Shawn is the muse of doing weird shit
Also art lover shawn 🔛🔝, he's got plenty of muse talent, yall
Instead of pretending to be a psychic, he's pretending to NOT be muse adjacent
And now, a list of Gods people keep guessing for Shawn
Dionysus, Hermes, Athena, Aphrodite, Apollo, Hecate
And finally, gay people real???
As you can see, we mostly talked about Shawn lol
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I need more crossovers of psych and supernatural. Like, Sam and Dean knowing Shawn isn't a psychic because they've met them, Shawn knowing Sam and Dean aren't FBI because of his hypervigilance, Lassie and Gus being in denial about ghosts or whatever other supernatural entity, Jules utterly simping for the gay ass angel known as Castiel while Shawn and Dean seethe with jealousy. It's perfect.
Also maybe Shawn calling out Dean's closeted ass about Castiel
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title: we close our eyes and dream (the world has turned around again)
in the year of our lord 2024 i wrote psych fic ... wow
there was this hilarious list of reverse prompts floating around tumblr a little while ago and one of them, instead of high school au, was "nursing home au". something somewhere fundamental in my brain clicked and i thought "this would be perfect for shules. i just know it" and then after many years of being generally too terrified to try my hand at the very unique narrative flavour that is psych, i wrote this.
title is from "we close our eyes" by the oingo boingos which plays over the final scene of the series finale and always makes me cry. i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!
Juliet is sitting alone by the couches when she meets him.
They’re in the dining hall at Glorious Pines, and she’s chewing her lip and staring impotently at her fancy-looking plate of risotto. She hates that risotto is making her feel so weird and insecure. Dinner with Sarah was usually a lot simpler than this; Juliet has never really been a good cook, and her granddaughter was often too busy with work to manage anything more than a mis-mash of premade Trader Joe’s delicacies. Now she’s in this big beautiful building, surrounded by vibrant and dynamic old people who’ve been living here long enough to all know each other and have interesting hobbies and be in on the latest gossip. Juliet’s always loved making new friends, but the risotto is reminding her how out of practice she really is. Up until four days ago she had been taking her meals with Sarah, who’d moved Juliet to Santa Barbara in May so she wouldn’t be all alone in that old house of theirs. And before that – well, she’d been alone. Her hobbies have gotten progressively more old ladyish over the last five years, and while it’s true that she sewed her own pajamas while in her twenties, too, that wasn’t all she spent her time doing. She’s pretty sure her glamorous neighbors by the lemonade bowl who still have the guts to wear red lipstick won’t be too interested in her recent return – for nostalgia purposes only , and not because she likes solving the mysteries before the book does – to her ancient childhood box of Nancy Drew novels. And, gosh, the last time a man flirted with her was … oh, twenty years ago, now.
She’s pushing the sticky, fragrant rice around and trying not to think too hard about the prospect of socializing with strangers when he materializes into the armchair beside her.
The sudden and graceful materializing is on its own impressive, considering most of the residents of this place have had hip replacements.
“Oh – hello,” Juliet says, mostly just to be polite
“Hi!” says the man. “You’re in my seat.”
Juliet freezes with one spoonful of risotto finally halfway up to her mouth. She narrows her eyes at him from behind her bifocals. “Excuse me?”
“My seat,” he explains. “I was sitting right there. I had, in fact, just gotten up to go grab Gus some orange juice – you know Gus –” Juliet doesn’t “-- And now I am back, and, so, as you can see, that was my seat.”
Juliet blinks. He’s around her own age, early seventies, with a full head of thick grey hair, bright hazel eyes that crease liberally at the corners, no glasses, and a big nose that probably gave him a striking profile in his youth. He’s wearing a garish red polo shirt that says FASHION! on the front in block letters, and house slippers.
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