#the dude was getting ready to kill percy

[just-another-turkey]

Man, I love the reactions both Percy and Luke have after Percy cuts Luke.

Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty. He still considers Luke his friend, and he just hurt his friend. He's 12 years old, he's new to this whole world of gods and monsters. He's just a kid, and when a kid accidently hurts their friend, their first instinct is to apologize.

Luke has been a part of this dangerous world for years. He had been on the run for years before camp. He's fought monsters then, he fought monsters when his dad sent him out on a quest. And the kid he took under his wing, thought was a kindred spirit in their hatred of their parents and the gods, taught him how to use the sword, just cut him. Luke was going easy, but now he's been injured. In a world where you fight to survive, where you kill or be killed, you don't go easy on your opponent. You fight to kill, and when you do it so often, it's instinct.

But Luke's fatal flaw is wrath.

Percy has refused to join him, refuses to turn against the gods. They're fighting, Luke is going easy because Percy is a kid who just learned how to hold a sword. But he draws first blood, in Luke's mind, it now marks them as opposites in the upcoming war. Despite everything Luke has done for Percy, despite thinking that his own betrayal wasn't truly a betrayal, this is Percy's betrayal.

He's pissed, he's wrathful, and just like how he wants to strike down his Father and all the other gods, he knocks Percy down, cuts him, and nearly kills him.

Only Annabeth stops him. The girl he sees as his sister defends Percy, stands against him. And after a moment of hesitation, after the rage starts to fade, Luke runs.

[northlt03]

Rick is known to mirror myths a lot (Silena-Clarisse and Patroclus-Achilles, Polyphemus' cave, Hercules' labors, etc) He could and SHOULD have mirrored the Trojan war in HOO.

Let me set the scene. Gaea doesn't pop up until the last couple books. It's easy to be scared of something that is mentioned but not seen, which in my opinion, is why Gaea in the HOO books just wasn't scary enough.

So the antagonists in the first few books are the Giants working under Gaea's orders. Percy is kidnapped by them and given to the Romans in the hope that the Greeks and the Romans will go batshit crazy in a fight and forget all about the prophecy of the seven and destroying Gaea or whatever.

Camp Halfblood is fully ready for war. As soon as they find out (through an oracle or smth idk) that the Romans exist and they have Percy, not even Chiron can stop them. Percy is the hero of the Battle of Manhattan, of course, and the hero mentioned in the last great prophecy. He's like their modern Aristos Achaion.

Meanwhile, the Romans have no clue what's going on. There's this guy he's funny, he has no memories, he just shows up at their wolf goddess and trains and gets sent to them. Cool.

Juno can't stand to see New Rome be attacked. Whether or not they would win is a whole different story. So she plucks Jason from CJ and brings them to the Greeks just for some sort of a balance.

This mirrors the Trojan war in the sense that Troy was a fortified city, so is New Rome with tons of forts and walls. Aeneas' lineage went on to be Remus and Romulus, the founders of Rome. And Helen of Troy was stolen from the Greeks.

Anyway so there's that conflict, but at the same time Camp Halfblood is getting ready to attack, Jason, Piper and Leo get sent on a quest to rescue Hera who has been captured by Porphyrion and Enceladus.

On the way, Jason starts to regain his memory a little bit, though he doesn't know everything yet. He's still super conflicted with everything. A pretty girl thinks they were dating, Leo says they were best friends, Annabeth says the Romans are enemies. But whom should he really believe?

Piper's whole arc through the first book could be about how she's the daughter of the goddess of beauty, she wrongly assumes her fake crush on Jason was her mom's fault. And she's learned so much bad stuff about her mom from myths, she outright rejects feminity and anything remotely girly at first but then slowly she gets to know Aphrodite isn't as bad as some myths make her out to be. Bonding and shit bc why should Poseidon be the only present godly parent?

Leo, meanwhile, has no idea he can essentially fire bend in the first book. His arc could be about discovering his mother's death was his fault, slightly and coming to terms with it with the help of his friends.

Reyna on the Roman's side is freaking out bc Octavian wants to go to war with the Greeks who are close to attacking them, there's a strange dude who keeps trying to pick fights with gods, a horse girl and not to mention monsters won't fucking DIE.

SON trio go on their quest to Alaska to kill Alcyoneus/ release Thanatos and things are getting clearer to them as well. Just when the Greeks are about to attack on CJ, Polybotes and the monsters attack as well. Somehow, both sides end up fighting the monsters together.

They're not friends, but they're not enemies either, bc Percy is reunited with his gf and Jason is returned to his home.

The Roman senate and the Greeks somehow come to the same conclusions- that a quest needs to go to their ancient lands. Over the next few months the work of the Argo II commences.

Things seem smooth for a while. But Gaea grows restless. She poisons Octavian and manipulates him through dreams and stuff like Kronos did to Luke. As is the nature of most Roman emperors, Octavian overthrows Reyna and declares himself the leader of New Rome like his namesake Octavius Caesar. (HAHA! HISTORY PARALLEL BITCHES)

This puts the actual quest on hold bc the seven now need to find the Athena Parthenos to bring together the Greeks and the Romans and to stop Octavian's plan of trying to fuck as much shit up as possible.

Reyna, Nico and say idk, Grover, are the ones to deviate from the quest and bring the statue to USA again. But the Seven are still very much in Europe after rescuing Nico.

Percy and Annabeth fall into Tartarus which helps close the Doors of Death, except this time since Nico isn't there, Hazel has to take on control over ghosts and the dead in the House of Hades and leading up to it. The powers of mist, in my opinion, should have gone to Piper since charmspeaking is a lot like bending the mist verbally.

Piper's arc through the third and fourth book is starting to discover herself and with the help of her mother, figuring out she doesn't like Jason romantically like she thought she did.

Hazel's arc is gaining control over what she once was (dead). She's jealous her dad was there more for Nico than her, but she pushes past it and never lets her anger and grudges get the better of her which is like breaking boundaries for children of Hades/Pluto.

Frank's arc in HOH was really cool, I like that. So no change to that.

Jason, poor guy is still very much confused about everything really. He's used to being the leader, he feels lost in the large group. He has his moments to shine ofc (please take away his excess amounts of head injuries), but he starts to feel inferior, which is where Leo helps him bc the guy knows what that's like.

Anyway, in the absence of Percy and Annabeth, Jason has to take charge. He discovers he doesn't really like it. That's not what he was meant for even though he had greatness thrust upon him at a very young age.

His BOO arc is earlier this time and takes place throughout HOH and BOO. He's content with himself, even if he isn't with anyone. HE'S THE ONE THAT GETS SENT TO OGYGIA!!!

And Calypso eventually does fall for him bc he's smart, nice, and just an overall swell guy. But he helps her to realize that she can be content in herself as well. And he promises her that he'll help her.

Show me Leo, Jason and Percy trying to think of ways of helping the goddess.

In any case. BOO could have been like Iliad pt 2 also known as the Odyssey. It takes them the whole book just to get to Athens. Meanwhile, they've understood that Gaea is the main main villain. She's even raised some of the other primordials against them.

Percy and Annabeth already saw Tartarus, and then there's Oceanus who makes their travel much harder than necessary. Something something about how they get tossed all over the place and somehow manage to gather all the correct ingredients for the potion (i forgot the name lol) on their small adventures in the different places. In the end they finally make it to Athens. Except this time, there's only a few giants there bc they killed the rest before.

Annabeth and Percy are taken hostage, like it happens in the books, but PERCY WILLINGLY GIVES UP HIS BLOOD TO RAISE GAEA RATHER THAN LETTING ANNABETH GET HURT BC OF HIS FATAL FLAW LIKE ATHENA TOLD HIM WOULD HAPPEN EVENTUALLY!!

The Gods DON'T SHOW UP PLEASE!! That was so lameee. Why even do the whole quest if their mommies and daddies were going to show up to help them????

So while Percy and Annabeth are battling the remaining few Giants, Leo, Piper, Hazel and Frank go up against Gaia herself. In the old myths four titans held Ouranos down while Kronos chopped his essence up. In the same way, they battle Gaia away from her turf in the air, keeping her distracted enough. All these demigods are needed because she's a primordial dammit!

Jason, my guy, comes in a clutch, chops her to pieces and sends her essence to Tartarus!!

The world is saved, the end!

[greenconverses]

PJO 1x01 and 1x02 thoughts

The first chapter monologue in the perfect way to open the show and establish Percy's voice from the beginning. Walker immediately nailed both Percy's sarcasm, impertinence, and anger, which is so so so critical for anchoring the show.

how dare you waste megan mullally like this (she's coming back later according to previews BUT STILL)

direction in the first episode, especially with the action scenes, was a little lacking. percy killing mrs. dodds was weirdly anti-climatic. the car chase could've been a bit more exciting and the minotaur was okay

I LOVE YOU SALLY JACKSON, BEST MOM ON THE PLANET.

I have seen some posts about Gabe being defanged but he's clearly still an abusive waste of space. The dude is answering her phone, unemployed, gambling away her money, it's red flag city up in here. Curious how they're going to show him in later episodes and what they'll do with the Medusa plotline.

Grover is one of those characters that I have very little emotional attachment to. He's just sort of... there in the books for me. But Aryan's a little cutie and he does a great job of acting like he's just a little bit older/mature than Percy. Loved his little back and forth with Sally in the cabin. Deeply underutilized in the second episode, but obvs he'll get more time later on.

is the dryad his mom???

I adore the set design for camp, especially the Big House and all the stained glass motifs. But WTF is up with all the skeletons in Cabin 3? get a better interior designer poseidon you fucking weirdo

Jason Mantzoukas' energy for Mr. D was perfect, no notes. Did love his interactions with Percy and Grover.

Chiron is... there?

Clarisse is perfectly cast. Luke is underwhelming so far, but he really hasn't gotten to do anything real meaty yet.

I'm ready to see more of Annabeth in future episodes because she really didn't do much more than lurk and be cryptic since they gave her role as guide to camp to Luke. (I am not a fan of this decision, but whatever, gotta set Luke up for ~ultimate betrayal)

Her exasperated shove of Percy into the lake was A+ but why was the trident so damn big lmao

Loved loved loved Percy's burning anger at his dad and wanting to make him show up. Excellent characterization

"I am Sally Jackson's son!" dead dead dead tell 'em perce

curious as to why the episodes are limited to 45 minutes because i think another 5-10 minutes on the runtime would've helped with some of the pacing issues. but the show's clearly cut with commercial breaks in mind so i'm guessing this is eventually going to air on the Disney Channel or ABC.

[sonicphobia0601]

Billie Bust Up Love Languages

Elaine/Scrimshaw/Percy: For cat lovers, it's easy to flirt. Slow blink. Unsure if servals love head scratches. But I think it's a universal rule that cats knead who they love.

Barnaby: Since he is attracted to males, he will trying to win a dude over by preening. And since owls are monogamous, if Barnaby takes a liking to you and you're a dude... Buckle the fuck up since you're in for a very loyal or very yandere partner. He will do anything to get your trust. Then probably try to kill you when least expecting it so that he remains your partner for eternity. How sweet!

Basile/Pom/Dutch/Guard Dogs: Keep food in your pockets. Saying from experience.

Billie: Sorry, but not gonna happen. Billie is aroace.

Aristotle: Uh... I know he is an axolotl, and rad Magic Dad. But I don't know if axolotls even have a love language. If you are a guy, bring worms.

Fantoccio: ... I'm refraining from saying anything. I don't think the fandom is ready for that sort of thing. Maybe start by talking about sharks.

[ghostkingdoesstuff]

A friendly reminder I am not to be held accountable for the things I'm about to say. Percy Jackson Season 1 FINALLY (SPOILERS BUT THAT'S THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS)

The visceral noise I made eating popcorn as Luke said "look you didn't ask to be a half-blood" caused an earthquake in Alaska, I'm sorry I was facing northwest.

"Riposte" I'm sorry, no I'm sorry no-

Also, the background of the sword fighting scene was very pretty.

Poseidon showing up for his son!!! Letts gooooooo! THE WEIGHT OF THE OCEAN UPON YEE!!!

Right in the heel, it's gotta hurt!

Percy asked his uncle to please return his mom, wholesome family gold.

"He'll kill you." "I done to stop running from monsters." "You're gonna need all the luck you can get." The show gets why these two work. Friends before anything else.

Glory as a theme is something that I like that the show highlights more. But Grover is right. at least send an insurance email or something. A quick "on my way, please don't kill anyone"

Dropping the master bolt on some poor dudes desk, legendary.

Olympus is so fucking beutiful omg

I'm gonna cry if Luke and Percy are in the same scene as each other in this episode again. ILL DO IT! THAT'S A THREAT!

The dead silence, I'm shitting omg... yes I know what happens and?

Followed by "I didn't steal it! Neither did any of my friends" IM GONNA CRY! IM GONNA DO IT

The pin strip suit, the sky blue paisley tie, the presence, the voice, THE KING OF THE GODS PEOPLE

Lotta talk for someone so small and scary

POISIDEN GETTING BETWEEN HIS SON AND HIS BROTHER I'M GONNA THROW UP

POSIDEN AND ZEUS SPEAKING GREEK I'M GONNA PISS

THE SEA DOES NOT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED (🎶BRING ON THE MONSTERS BRING ON THE REAL WORLD!!!🎶)

SALLY JACKSON TEACHING PERCY GREEK I'M GONNA-

"Of course we dream. why do you ask?" "Do you ever dream about mom?" ;-;

Thalia looking strudy as ever.

"Ready?" NO FUCK YOU NO

Another reminder I am not to held liable for anything I might say, you need only see how many times I've listened to "Last day of Summer" from The musical to understand how much I've thought of this moment in fictional time.

Confirmation that Luke was indeed what mattered most in the end? I'm gonna make myself cry shit-

Honestly, this Percy might be too smart for his own good. Bro's never gonna live this heartbreak down.

"You...I'm here to recruit." I- fucking- AHHHH

"OUR WAY OUT" RICK YOU BASTARD I HOPE YOU ROT IN ASPHODEL

"Stop saying "we"!" "It’s the word Zeus fears the most."

AND SHE HEARD EVERYTHING! Wasn't she supposed to be watching Clarrise? He'll, if Percy could figure it out, I'm sure Annabeth would. It's worth it to see that LOOK on Luke's face. I'm sorry. Feel the weight of your actions, man.

Miss my old friend the pit scorpion but I also like my new friend "the first scars we gave eachother"

He knows Luke won't hurt him physically, but the psychic damage hurts more and has lasting status de buffs.

"Just be a kid" that's it

"I'll find you" that's it

Promising to meet again next summer...Percy just you wait.

THE FAKE OUT OF A LIFETIME

"Grandpa" "don't call him that"

They are the ultimate mother son duo

BLUE PANCAKES!

Kinda hate that Sally didn't intentionally do a murder, or at least she has a lot more possible deniability now, but I hope she still makes a sweet sale on that sculpture!

And that's it! Fuck it's over what to do now... RE READING THE LIGHTING THEIF LIFE BLOG COMING SOON! As well I'll probably drop a summary of my thoughts on the whole season at some point soon! Happy Finally, y'all! Can't wait to see the discorse!

[11queensupreme11]

Hello Queen I am so sorry for bothering you but I created a Tumblr account just to be able to read your Arsenic Blues sneak peeks, and to ask as well as to let you know I absolutely love it! And I know you know about Anubis but I wanted to share with you some scenarios that I thought of if he were to be added as an interest as well 😉

Again these are just some thoughts 🤔🥰 I hope you like them

I know you have seen Anubis but omg look at him again! 😊🥰 Here are some scenarios I have thought of

*Scenario #1*

Percy: "Who has been a good boy?" *Has her arms full of snacks and ready to give pets and cuddles*

Anubis: "Me! me! I've been a good boy I haven't killed anyone that so much as looked or talked about you in over an hour!" *Raising his hand up excitedly, semi lying about the killing, he has mutilated them to where they are barely breathing they are not dead.........yet*

//*another scenario*//

Anubis sits bored in a meeting with the Egyptian Pantheon and catches his intended mate's scent that reminds him of the calm ocean and sea breeze (I know she doesn't smell like that but I am using that as an example) and sits up straight grinning all excited and runs out of the meeting room to go find his precious little mate running on all fours

Finds Percy who was walking by trying to find Brunhilde or Mnemosyne only to be tackled by Anubis to the ground as he licks her neck and rubs his body against hers ignoring her protest wanting his scent all over her, wanting her to smell just like him and it's taking all his will power not to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to his den/temple and into his large nest like bed he had built for her to share and have her in a mating press and knotting her for the next several days as he can picks up her fertile scent🤤😍

STOP I LOVE THESE SCENARIOS 😭💖

after the first scenario, i just realized that out of all the yanderes, anubis would be the one closest to the traditional yandere trope of "sweet, then crazy". just LOOK AT HIM! he has such puppy energy!!! he's adorable! if he has a tail, it'd probably wag at the sight of percy 🥹🥹🥹

loki's too weird, beelzebub's a creep, poseidon is emotionally constipated, hades is too much of a gentleman, and apollo's too arrogant, but anubis??? omg he would be SUCH a sweetheart!!!! just like the traditional yandere trope!

but behind that puppydog sweetness is a rabid (horny) dog, as you've seen from the other facial expressions he made in the latest chapter. this dude's FERAL. that sweetness of his would probably get percy to lower her guard (not that he's doing it on purpose tho)

he's literally the perfect yandere 😩

[hadeslegacyhephgirl]

Thief!Nico and Premed!Will

Decided 2 change doctor 2 uni student at the last minute, it fits better

This is literally shit help me comment prompts pls

~*~

Nico was a thief. 

And a good one too, from the years of pratice. 

Untill one day he was caught, sort of, and his world turned upside down and sideways. 

His target for the night was a two-story country house. He waited in the bushes until all the lights were off, waited another hour, then snuck into an open window into a kitchen.   He crouch-crept around the counter, silent as a ghost, then froze as he rounded it. 

There was a boy there, about his age, leaning over the sink, peering out of the window, blonde curls flipping slightly in the breeze. 

Nico waited, breathing quietly. 

The boy straited, turned around and stared directly at Nico. 

Celeste blue eyes found black ones and Nico nearly stopped breathing, expecting all hell to break loose. 

But somehow, it didn't. 

The boy grunted and beckoned. 

"You want a coffee?" 

Nico crinkled his nose. 

What in the actual fuck. 

The boy sighed and ran a hand down his face. 

"Well, don't just sit there, c'mon up. I ain't gonna kill you, Sunshine."  Nico bristled and stood up slowly  "I'm not that easy to kill, weirdo." 

The boy smiled, pearly white teeth flashing in the dark kitchen.  "He speaks! Thank gods. I thought you were gonna run away or stab me or something. You wan' a coffee?"  Nico crinkled his nose. 

"I literally just broke into your house and now your offering me coffee? The fuck is wrong with you?" 

"Eh, I don't think I could stop you from robbing us blind, but at least you could steal something other that’s worth it. Like coffee... and food. You look like you haven't eaten in weeks, which, dude, not healthy."  "Oh really. You a doctor or something?"  "Gonna be. Pre-med in University of Olympus. You ever go to college?"  "No. Couldn't afford it- why the hell am I telling you this?"  The boy grinned.  "I'm just the kind of person you can't help but spill your guts too. Will. Will Solace. And you are?"  Will held out a hand.  Nico looked at it.  Will laughed, throwing his head back. It was surprisingly musical. 

"It isn't poisonous, Sunshine."  Nico shook it.  "Nico."  "Cool. You Italian?"  "...yeah?"  "You wanna coffee. In fact... yes, you do, because your eyebags are fucking enormous and I don’t think your gonna last much longer. A flat white okay for ya?"  Nico blinked.   What the fuck. 

Who did this guy think he was. 

Will was already moving to the coffee machine and starting it up.  "Aren’t you scared of someone waking up?"  "Nah. It's, what, three in the morning? My family sleep pretty heavy. Moms gotta get up at four anyway to get ready for work, Kayla tends to wake up with Mom anyway and Austin, well, let's just say you can't wake Austin up before seven anyway."  The machine squeaked and started pouring out shots into the mugs Will had positioned under the spout. As it did that, Will rummaged in fridge and produced milk, then grabbed a tin of sugar from the cupboard. 

Soon there was two mugs of flat white coffee and a plate of cookies sitting on the bench. 

"'lright, dig in, c'mon. It's an insult if you refuse to eat my mom's choc-chip cookies."  Nico grabbed the coffee. He hadn't it for ages, and the sweet flavour hit his tounge in an explosion. He quickly drained it, then grabbed a cookie and bit into it. 

Will leaned on the bench, munching his own cookie. 

The stairs creaked, and Nico jumped. 

Will laughed and peered up the staircase.  "Morning Kayla. We got a visitor"  A female voice, rough from sleep, came back  "Another one? Seriously Will? When are you gonna learn it's gonna get you killed?"  "Oh, please, Percy wasn't dangerous, or Piper, for that matter. And where are they now?"  "At Olympus Uni, I know, I know. So who’s it this time?"  Kayla emerged, looked at Nico, then back at Will, then grunted. 

"'Course you didn't make any coffee for me." 

She walked to the coffee machine and set it running with another mug, then turned back to Nico, who was processing this new information. Finally, he blurted out 

"You knew Percy?"  Will laughed again, and Nico's heart did this weird jump-flip thing.  

"Yup. This ain't my first rodeo, Sunshine." 

"Oh" 

"So you wanna go out somewhere?"  "like friends or like a date?"  Kayla snorted  Will lit her lightly  "What do you want it to be?" 

Nico blinked. 

"um. I don't know."  ~*~ 

And that’s how a theif and pre-med student met  ~*~ 

Shitty ending, I know, but I couldn't keep it going. 'm tiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrred and I wanted 2 get it finished 

Ur welcome 

someone give me prompts

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Anyway, back to Ara being chaotic -Danny Words: 2,001 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'I'm Still Here' -by John Rzeznick

XXXIV: I Do It for the Plot

Ara has a rope tied to Hazel's waist in case she slips. As usual, climbing up takes almost no effort, and she relishes the feeling. 

"So..." Ara speaks. "Is this Hecate's big test?"

"Seems like it," Hazel pants. "Can you slow down a bit?"

Ara waits for Hazel to catch up. "And that farting rat is her assistant?"

"Something like it," Hazel says over the animal's screeching. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Ara replies, going back to climbing.

"Is it good, being a gods' favorite?"

Ara snorts. "Hecate's weighing on you, huh?"

"I just... it's scary to think that a goddess confides me with this job... but you have the whole pantheon on your shoulders. How do you do it?"

"I try not to think about it," she shrugs. "It amuses them, having us at their disposal, and if you give them a good show, they help you whenever you need it. I learned that a while ago."

Hazel sighs. "You know, when Percy told me about you, he said I reminded him of you—he was sure we'd be good friends. Then I met you and... the way you look at people it's a warning in itself. We're not similar in the least."

Ara laughs. "Silena, my older sister, used to say I was a good charmspeaker because I knew how to get along with strangers. I'm not saying I would've used charmspeak on you, but yeah, I was an expert at sweet-talking and making people like me. Percy was right, we would've gotten along if I hadn't changed."

"Huh," Hazel tilts her head. "Do the mist work in the same way charmspeak does?"

"If you have a compelling speech. Nico hates that I get what I want when I ask for it, but it's a survival technique. Hecate chose you, which means you can be great at magic, but you have to believe it. If you don't believe in your power, no one will."

Hazel breathes heavily, reaching the top of the cliff. "Ready?"

"I should be asking you that," Ara raises a brow.

Hazel glares at the man standing before them. "Come on."

This pirate dude with his stupid outfit, his dark hair, and the sea-green eyes no longer feels like a god-sent, he's probably sent by the arai. The moment they get closer, Ara's annoyed.

"Welcome!" The guy is holding flintlocks on both hands. "Your money or your life!"

"You're a son of Poseidon," she states with scorn.

The man laughs. "Indeed! Sciron, thief extraordinaire! All-around awesome guy! But that's not important. I'm not seeing any valuables! I guess that means you want to die?"

Why does every pirate in the world have to be related to Percy? And why do they keep proving that her brother is a miracle? Ara wants to be him so badly, but not even the ones from the same godly father are similar to Percy in more than looks, and even then he surpasses them! She's tired. Ara has to be her own person, it's time to accept that she'll never be like her brother.

"We've got valuables," Hazel steps forward. "But if we give them up, how can we be sure you'll let us go?"

"Oh, they always ask that. I promise you, on the River Styx, that as soon as you surrender what I want, I will not shoot you. I will send you right back down that cliff."

"That's a nice way to say you'll kill us anyway." Ara turns to Hazel. "Men aren't the brightest, but they know their way around technicalities! How about—"

BANG! BANG!

The girls jump and look at each other searching for an injury, Hazel's eyes widen. "Your hair!"

A chunk of Ara's hair has been chopped off at jaw length, the missing pieces are lying at her feet. Sciron's other gun is pointed at the Argo II.

"What did you do?" Hazel demands with dread.

"Oh, don't worry!" He chortles. "If you could see that far—which you can't—you'd see a hole in the deck between the shoes of the big young man, the one with the bow."

"Frank!"

"If you say so. That was just a demonstration. I'm afraid it could have been much more serious. So! You do what I tell you to, or I kill everyone. Celestial bronze ammunition. Quite deadly to demigods. You two would die first—bang, bang. Then I could take my time picking off your friends on that ship. Target practice is so much more fun with live targets running around screaming!" 

"You're beatable," Ara notes. "Theseus killed you once."

"Theseus was such a cheater!" He scoffs. "I don't want to talk about him. I'm back from the dead now. Gaea promised me I could stay on the coastline and rob all the demigods I wanted, and that's what I'm going to do! Now... where were we?" 

"Hazel, just give him the treasure," Ara scowls. "If I have to listen to him for one more minute I'll take his gun and shoot myself."

"Fine," Hazel crouches and the treasure pushes through the ground's surface almost immediately.

"How in the world did you do that?" The guy exclaims delightedly.

Hazel stares at the old prizes with a sort of defeated expression. Ara places a hand on her shoulder and absorbs whatever she's feeling. "Just take the treasure," Hazel says quietly. "Let us go."

"Oh, but I did say all your valuables," Sciron grins. "I understand you're holding something very special on that ship... a certain ivory-and-gold statue about, say, forty feet tall?"

Ara steps forward but Hazel stops her. "So that's what this is about?"

"Gaea told you about it," Hazel glares at him. "She ordered you to take it."

"Maybe. But she told me I could keep it for myself. Hard to pass up that offer! I don't intend to die again, my friends. I intend to live a long life as a very wealthy man!"

"The statue won't do you any good," Hazel tries. "Not if Gaea destroys the world."

"Pardon?" The man hesitates.

"Gaea is using you. If you take that statue, we won't be able to defeat her. She's planning on wiping all mortals and demigods off the face of the earth, letting her giants and monsters take over. So where will you spend your gold, Sciron? Assuming Gaea even lets you live."

He takes a moment, but then his lively demeanor comes back. "All right! I'm not unreasonable. Keep the statue. Just one more thing. I always demand a show of respect. Before I let my victims leave, I insist that they wash my feet."

"Mhmm, 'kay, give us a minute," Ara smiles, using her charmspeak. "We'll go get everything ready."

Ara seizes Hazel and pulls her away, as soon as they're far enough, she talks in a hurried whisper. "I don't remember the story well, but you know what he'll do, right?"

Hazel takes a moment to think. "Sciron kicks his victims off the cliff."

Ara nods somberly. "I don't wanna die touching a man's feet. If you make me die like that, Hazel, I'll come back as a mania and kill you. Please, tell me you have a plan."

Hazel glances at the rope still tying them together by the waist.  "Unfortunately, yes. But I'll need you to touch the gross feet for it to work."

Ara groans throwing her head back. She watches the man waiting for them to return, a confident smile plastered on his face. He thinks he has this in the bag, which makes her angry... but gives her hope that Hazel's plan can work.

"Fine." She locks eyes with Hazel. "You need incentives?"

Hazel frowns. "What do you mean?"

Ara uses her empath touch, this time filling Hazel with confidence and determination. "I believe in you, Hazel Levesque."

The girl nods and holds onto Ara's forearms. "Once we get out of here, I'm helping you with the curse. I promise."

She sighs. "Gods, what kind of awful do I have to be for people to stop promising stuff?"

Hazel smiles a little. "You can't be a Jackson and expect people not to like you."

Ara kneels and scowls at the man's feet.

"Careful there," Sciron tells her. "I may have stepped on something with that foot. It felt a little squishy inside my boot. But I'm sure you'll clean it properly."

Ara looks up with intense hatred and Hazel acts before the girl jumps at his throat. "Sciron, do you have water? Soap? How are we supposed to wash—"

"Like this!" Sciron spins his gun and hands it to Ara as a squirt bottle, rag included. Ara doesn't even point out that it's a glass cleaner. He fixes his posture, looking ahead. "I'll watch the horizon while you scrub my bunions. It'll be much more enjoyable."

Ara tries not to think about what's about to happen. If Hazel succeeds, she'll believe she's falling, and for a moment it'll feel like she's about to die, which is not an unknown sensation, but it'll be hard not to fight it. 

They have a plan, all Ara has to do is follow it. The rope keeping her bound to Hazel is still around her waist and she charmspeaked Sciron into ignoring its existence. When he kicks her (leaving a disgusting stain on her shirt), Ara falls and the rope around her waist vanishes. 

She screams with terror, then the giant turtle jumps and opens its mouth so Ara closes her eyes to not watch what comes next, she hears alarms going off back in the ship, her friends scream, Leo wails her name... and then it stops.

"What did you do?" Hazel cries.

Ara opens her eyes and realizes she's still dangling under the cliff's edge. The rope keeps her from going further down, Hazel must be looking quite convincing in her distress if she's holding Ara's dead weight. 

Steadily, Ara starts climbing back up.

"My friends will kill you now!" Hazel shouts, her breathing less strained now.

"They can try," Sciron responds. "But in the meantime, I think you have time to wash my other foot! Believe me, my dear. My turtle is full now. He doesn't want you too. You'll be quite safe, unless you refuse."

"Don't kick me," the girl begs.

Ara feels like a predator about to catch her prey, and it excites her. In moments like this, she can tell she still has some of the old Ara in her, when the butterflies in her wake up at the thought of proving someone wrong.

She draws out Almighty, turning it into a tranquilizer gun. Ara climbs until Sciron is in sight, he has his back turned, so he can't see her. "He's a sharpshooter..." She whispers with malice, charging her gun. "Me too."

"Stand and deliver!" 

Hazel shouts the signal and Ara pounces using a crevice for impulse. She shoots at Sciron's arms, and he drops the one gun he had left. Ara kicks the man and topples him over, Hazel seizes her by the arm so she doesn't slip over the cliff again, and they watch as Sciron gets eaten by his turtle.

"I hate pirates," Ara picks up the gun Sciron left behind. "Hazel, is it okay if I keep this?" She turns and sees the girl has fallen to her knees. "Hazel!"

Back on the ship, Hazel explains what Pluto told her during the moment she fainted. It's not good news, but it's not terrible either, it's doable and Ara is ready to keep going. When the meeting ends, she approaches Piper.

"Can you do me a favor?"

The girl makes a face. "You know Leo was my friend first—"

"I'm not talking about that!" Ara blushes. "I want you to cut my hair."

Piper relaxes. "Oh... but I'm not an expert, though? I mean, look at me."

"I like your hair," Ara replies. "I kept mine long and neat all my life, I took pride in it, but it's impossible to keep it that way nowadays, so might as well embrace the chaos. It's either that or finishing the quest like this," Ara holds the locks of hair Sciron ruined.

"Well, I might be good enough to make the chopped-off parts look like they're that way on purpose," Piper grins. "I can't promise it'll look perfect..."

Ara places an arm around her shoulders, steering her to the bathroom. "I can live with that."

Next Chapter –>

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and if they demon slayer us and the last part is a movie and they don't release it everywhere simultaneously then anime-onlies are screwed!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

*Wakes up in a cold sweat*

IS WILD THE ONLY LINK WITHOUT A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT?!?!

Like, maybe Twilight too? Because he just howls?

Time and Four have Ocarinas, Legend is a one-man Marching Band after Link's Awakening, Sky and I'm pretty sure Champion had a harp at some point or another, Wind has the Wind Waker, Spirit has Pan Flutes and I'm pretty sure the Hero Between Worlds and the Traveler Hero (Hyrule) had instruments as well... Don't know about "4 Swords Adventures" Link, but all the others DO have an instrument, right?

So is Wild the only Bard without an instrument? And he can't hold a note or something?

It really just occurred to me because every single Link is so strongly affiliated with music at some point in, if not throughout, their Quest that it felt weird noticing that Wild didn't have something to play...

Edit: It's been brought to my attention that Twi had a Horsecall Item, which he used to Play Epona's Song, so really, yeah! Wild is the ONLY ONE to not have a musical instrument!

136 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#4

Okay, I GET that it's because Mina talked to him like he was a normal person instead of a patient, but can I just say NOTHING in this Book has sent chills down my spine (at LEAST since Jonathan in the Castle!) as much as seeing Renfield talk normally???

Like, we've seen him be completely unhinged so much that the total 180 of him talking about philosophy and being a total gentleman is TERRIFYING!

Almost like every time he's done it without Dracula's influence, few occasions though they were, he was making it to make Seward mad. Like HE was the patient instead...

I imagine the smile in his face as he says goodbye to Mina and Jack, flies still on his teeth, and a little bit TOO much satisfaction in the good doctor's response...

224 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#3

Mourning the loss of:

"Vax, I have a Sister." (Unbelievably happy)

"I know. It's pretty cool isn't it?"

And the later:

"Freddie, you have a Sister!"

"Oh GODS I do..." (Exasperated beyond belief in a way only a younger brother could be)

Another line that was taken from us was "Anna, I'm going to choose to believe, despite all the evidence before me, that you are a smart woman."

The most CONDESCENDING LINE Percy ever said.

And Cassandra actually entertaining the idea of banging Scanlan for a good minute before Percy threatened to kill him? "It's a shame you're not as tall as your tales, Gnome."

Oh, and in the Campaign, Delilah doesn't whisper "I broke the world for us."

SHE SCREAMS IT AT THE FULL POWER OF MATT MERCER'S LUNGS. IT'S BRUTAL.

That and many other moments (do show-onlys even know the trees have voices and the Sun Tree sounds like surfer bro Matthew McConaughey? That Vex pins Percy to the wall for a solid minute to talk him down from his vengeance? THAT PERCY ALMOST BREAKS HIS LEGS TO GET VEX OUT OF HARMS WAY???) that we didn't get animated...

¡SCANLAN'S PORTRAIT!

Anyway, PLEASE watch Campaign 1. The Briarwood Arc starts at episode 24. (Ignore the bald dude that plays the Dragonborn Sorcerer. We don't talk about him and come episode 27 you'll see why, sorry in advance.)

Do be ready for audio spikes, tho.

You will come out better for it!

238 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#2

Linked Universe called it!

Wild ACTUALLY BROKE THE SWORD.

But man, that delay HURTS when you've been specifically abstaining from buying to have the money for this game...

531 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Normal Day for Dream:

This comic tells us a lot about Morpheus’ day to day... Like how he still watches Shakespeare on occasion and gets dissapointed when the dreams he turned into plays get... Mistranslated.

Also, he’s a top, apparently, and he keeps REAL ESTATE IN THE WAKING WORLD. Dream has a HOUSE somewhere out there... Hmm...

542 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

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[barbarianprncess]

I can’t believe I forgot to send in these prompts but here we go... and dude I’m so ready for more of your writing 👏🏻🙌🏼 Fluff 18.“ I wish we could live together already.” Misc 16. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” Angst 6. “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

It’s not like Annabeth planned it.

She stumbles into the Jackson household with her bags ready to receive the warmest hug in the history of hugs, the kind that can only be given by those with Jackson blood. But, when she opens the door using the keys given to her by Sally herself, she finds an empty apartment and a sticky note on the fridge.

Paul’s car broke down on the way back from a conference in New Jersey. Gone to pick him up. Will be back around 11. Percy’s playing basketball, will be back around 5. Pizza’s in the fridge.

Be good.

<3 always,

Sally

The clock reads 2:15.

She’s alone in the apartment for three hours. Ready to kill some time, Annabeth heads upstairs to Percy’s room. She showers. Changes into sleep shorts and a sweatshirt that most definitely does not belong to her. She finishes her geometry homework. She looks at the time.

3:05.

She misses Percy. Going three days without seeing or speaking to her boyfriend of barely a month shouldn’t give Annabeth this ache, especially considering they’ve gone without speaking for much longer. But, she can’t help it.

She sulks. Checks the time.

(3:15)

Then, Annabeth does something she swore she’d never do for anyone: she makes him dinner.

She tells herself it’s because she’s bored. It’s definitely not because it's been three days, and she knows he had a math test and he hates math and tests and she also knows he exercises to work out aggression, so she figures he did not do well on his math test; he gets hungry after working out, and it’s been three whole days so she misses him. It’s none of that. She’s bored, really she is.

Gods, he’s ruined her.

She finds a recipe for veggie casserole (Sally’s own cookbook), and scours the kitchen for ingredients, and 12 minutes in she decides she hates it.

Nevertheless, she persisted.

(Probably not the phrase she should use while cooking for a man, but screw it, cooking is hard.)

Annabeth assumes Percy took a shower at the gym because it's almost six. It’s a good thing though, because the casserole just barely finished cooling when she hears the door rattle.

(Her heart does not skip a beat.)

“Ma!! I’m home!! Is Annabeth here yet?” Percy bursts into the apartment, warmth somehow laced in his New York voice, and he’s all flailing limbs and controlled chaos and she adores him.

“Yeah, she’s in the kitchen.” For a second, before he turns, she watches him recognize her voice and see the way his eyes light up. She turns to poke at the casserole just to hide her smile.

“Hi.” Arms slip around her waist, looping her stomach, underneath her valiant efforts at cutting her casserole. As Percy buries his face in her neck, she attempts to control her pulse, but his lips on her collarbone aren't exactly helping her out in that department. She feels more than hears his muffled, ‘missed you’ vibrate on her skin. And she reaches up to scratch his scalp in response. Because maybe she missed him too.

He disentangles himself after a minute, smacks a kiss to her cheek, stretches, and looks around. “Where’s my mom?”

“She had to go pick up Paul from his writing thing. Car trouble. She’ll be back later.”

He hums, and nods at the plate she's preparing for him, (Gods she’s whipped. Clarisse can never know.) “Mom's casserole?”

“Yes and no.”

“Meaning?”

“It's a casserole, for you, from your mom’s recipe, but she didn't make it.”

“Paul made Mom’s casserole?”

She hits him with a kitchen towel. “I made it, dickhead.”

“.....For me?”

“Yes, for you.”

“You made a casserole for me?”

“Regretting it more with each passing second but yes. I made it for you.”

The shock on his face should probably offend her more than amuse her. “Uhh….why?”

“I took a knife for you, but casserole is where you draw the line?”

He makes the ‘don't joke about getting stabbed’ face, but pulls her closer anyway. “That’s so nice. Thank you.” And his eyes are all wide and sincere and she loves him; it’s almost too much to bear. So, she wrestles herself out of his arms and hands him his plate.

“Yeah, yeah, go eat.” He furrows his brow but obeys and sits at the kitchen island, “You're not having any?”

“I had a peanut butter jelly sandwich halfway through the cutting process. Cooking is hard.”

Percy laughs, cutting a piece of casserole with his fork. “Thank you.”

Annabeth watches him take a bite. His eyes widen and his nose scrunches and then he’s working to keep his face straight. His jaw works and works, his eyes watering.

He hates it.

She knows he hates it.

She’s spent a ridiculous amount of time staring at his stupid face over the years, and she knows what badly hidden disgust looks like on it. It’s the same face he makes at Dionysus when he burps, or when Conner flirted with her high on pain meds that one time (long story).

She made a shitty casserole. Clarisse is gonna have a field day.

Percy swallows, and it looks painful. He looks in pain. Her casserole put him in pain.

“That bad?” she asks.

“No!” He coughs. “Good, really good.” He’s almost choking back tears at this point. “Mmmmmm, just like mom’s”

Percy aggressively cuts at piece off the square she gave him, shoving it into his mouth.

She lets him finish his first helping, but gets him a glass of water because he’s trying his hardest to eat her terrible casserole and it shows, and she feels a little bad about what she’s about to do.

“Do you want another piece?” She asks innocently.

He shudders. Then, he’s nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah! It’s delicious. Thanks.”

She cuts him a piece twice as large as the first, biting her lip so she doesn’t smile at the way Percy resists the urge to gag.

He barely chews, clearing his plate in less than five minutes. It’s like he's trying to eat so fast he won't smell it. He thanks her after every bite.

“I loved it, thank you so, so much.”

She grabs the pan, and begins scraping the remaining casserole into the garbage.

“What are you doing?”

“Throwing it away.”

“Oh no!” His voice goes up like three octaves. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you hated it.”

“I didn’t—”

“Be honest.”

“I am being—”

“Percy.”

“I’m sorry, it was so bad, you have no idea. It was? Like? Weirdly spicy? The noodles were still kind of hard, and it was both burnt and cold? Like you burnt it and undercooked it at the same time? I don't know how that’s even possible, like frankly it's impressive—Ouch! Hey, stop that—you said be honest, stop hitting me!”

“Forget it. You're a fucking asshole.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“I still really appreciate it,” Percy says, pushing hair out of her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I know. You had two helpings.” She laughs.

“I did.” He chuckles. “Wait a second, if you knew it was bad, why did you give me seconds?”

Annabeth leans against the counter and shrugs. “It was funny. Your face got all red and splotchy and you were trying not to cry.”

“Annabeth,” he says, almost exasperated.

“What?!? I asked you if it was bad and you were like, ‘Noooo. It’s soooooo good!’ If you told the truth, you only would’ve had to eat one piece.”

“You would still make me eat the whole first piece?”

“I spent hours on it, Percy. Literal hours.”

“Exactly! You spent time making it for me,

I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“And how was lying any better?”

“Just a little, white lie. It’s harmless”

“Oh yeah? What if I decided to make you a weekly casserole?”

“You would never chop onions every week.” He laughs. The little shit.

“You don’t know that. What if I suddenly decided I loved cooking? And I believed your lying ass, and every Friday I came over here and spent three hours of my day making you a casserole.”

Percy brackets his arms around her on the kitchen counter. “Then I would have eaten your disgusting casserole once a week.” He presses kisses to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw and she loveslovesloves him.

“That’s stupid,” she says, as he mouths at her pulse point.

“I’d do a lot of stupid things for you.”

“You do a lot of stupid things in general. It doesn’t count.”

“Whatever you say, Annabeth.”

[medusas-stylist]

For anyone who wants some angsty 7, I present — the Seven aren’t cohesive, featuring Percy “I’m fucking sick of this shit I’ll do it myself” Jackson, Annabeth “Percy’s fine, we’re fine, it’s got to be fine” Chase, Piper “boys, stop comparing sizes” McLean, Jason “I’m not starting a fight, I’m not starting a fight, I’ mom not—” Grace, Leo “please don’t kill me, I just wanna be appreciated” Valdez, Hazel “is it bad that I like it when people defend me” Levesque, and Frank “this isn’t what I signed up for” Zhang.

Percy doesn’t like Leo. Maybe the kid’s a bit too jokey, a bit too flirty, a bit too disrespectful. Percy understands hiding behind laughs, but the way Leo does it just grates on his nerves. Maybe he should stop treating being a demigod as a joke. Piper’s cool enough, he thinks, reminds him a lot of Silena. And Jason is... he’s boring, milque toast, and just way too by the book. Dude needs to take the stick out of his ass.

Annabeth doesn’t know what’s up with Percy. He’s angrier. She assumes its being thrust into yet another world-saving prophecy. Especially after the cruel twist that was the last one. Percy always viewed himself the hero in the most tragic of senses. As happy as she knows he is with her, a part of her also knows he was ready to die on his birthday. And that he’s not happy being one of seven now. His friends are nice. She likes both of them. And she likes Piper, Leo, and Jason, even if the Roman makes her antsy. She’s just not looking forward to having to be the glue on this mission.

Piper doesn’t know what to think. The Greatest Hero doesn’t seem all that great. Sure, he’s got the looks and the power, but he doesn’t feel like a hero should. There’s no optimism around him, just moody anger. Even looks-wise, he feels caught between a loser middle-schooler and a jock high-schooler. And Hazel is... guarded. Like Piper herself, she supposes. So Piper knows she should be a bit more empathetic, but she can’t stop being wary. She likes Frank, being the teddy bear he is. But Annabeth is being more distant now. Maybe that’s because Percy’s back. Maybe it’s because she’s trying not to take Jason’s side in this brewing rivalry they have.

Jason knows Percy doesn’t like him. He can feel the older teen’s dismissive attitude. It’s not that Percy is rude to him. Percy’s just unappreciative, he thinks. Yeah, that’s right. Percy doesn’t care much for Jason’s plans or opinions, constantly second guessing him or talking over him. Jason doesn’t like that. Piper says there’s a rivalry, but Jason is too nice for that and Percy doesn’t seem to think Jason is worthy of a rivalry. What he really doesn’t like though, is the way in which Percy lashes out at Leo. Yes, Leo can be gratuitous. But Leo’s got a hard past, same as the rest of them, and he doesn’t need Percy acting like Leo’s the bad guy here. And to top it all off, Annabeth, Frank, and Hazel all seem wary around him. He can’t fucking take this.

Leo is petrified. He’s pretty damn sure that at the first sign of anything wrong, Percy’s going to run him through with Riptide and feed Leo to his pet hellhound. (Because Percy has a pet hellhound. Totally normal.) Piper says Percy’s not that scary and Jason seems to be standing up for him, but Leo can’t shake the feeling that Percy hates his guts. Maybe Leo should take it easier on Frank and Hazel, speaking of whom... well, Hazel interacts with him like he’s a ghost and Frank seems ready to stand behind Percy and put ten arrows in Leo’s skull. Annabeth doesn’t even seem like mediating anymore, which hurts because he thought they were getting close, bonding over this ship. This ship he’s starting to regret building. They should’ve just left Percy in New Rome. He seemed fine.

Hazel is trying to stay out of it. Which is hard because she feels like she is the middle of it. Which makes her feel worse because she doesn’t want Percy to defend her. She can defend herself, thank you very much. Still, she can’t deny the warm feeling it gives her to have Percy stand up for her like that. It’s like having an older older brother. And Leo can be nasty sometimes. She doesn’t hate him, she’s dealt with far too much hate in her lifetime to ever want to hate, but she’s very close to it. Doesn’t help that he looks just like Sammy.

Frank is caught between two nuclear weapons. Admittedly, Percy is like ten nuclear weapons, but Jason isn’t a pushover. Even if he is letting Percy walk all over him. Frank has heard so many stories about Jason that he’s sort of shocked he’s letting Percy be this dismissive of him. And he’s even more shocked at how dismissive Percy has been. He hasn’t seen Percy this terrifyingly dangerous since he killed a giant. Percy’s supposed to be the nice guy. Maybe it’s got something to do with Leo. Or maybe he’s just jealous of all the time they had with Annabeth. He hasn’t seen the two interact that much, but Percy is dangerously attached to her. He just wishes his friend would realize that they’re all on the same team.

[0littlestwolf0]

All that matters

Yandere! Percy Jackson

Ship: Yan!Percy Jackson x innocent/fragile reader

Warnings: Violence, over use of powers.

Requested by: @xxscreamingcolorxx

It started off innocently enough. Way too innocent for that matter, maybe that’s what ignited him.

You were just the new kid in the big apple, someone who just moved there because of your parent’s job, and like any teen would have, your mind started wandering off, imaginating all the possibilities, all the movies that could come true before your eyes!

As for him, it was just another year in yet the same school (something he was really grateful for), only the first day and he was already counting the days until he could return to camp, to his friends.

Annabeth.

The name stung him like a bee, scratch it, it felt more like an angry wasp, but he ignored it, she was the closest person he had, who could actually understand him, and hey, he did love her, maybe not in the way she did him but for all he knew that was it for everyone, maybe that’s why people say that friends end up falling in love, more like a ‘next step’ thing than actual love.

Was that even real though? He surely didn’t know, but he was comfortable with what he had, and that was good enough, so he tried to shrug the thoughts away and finished getting ready for his day.

Soon enough he was already in his seat, headphones blasting a playlist he had spent the night downloading from questionable websites, and his head between his hands, doing everything in his willpower not to start a mess.

Naturally he didn’t notice someone new entering the classroom, he tried to stay away from most others, and people didn’t really like him either, much of a troublemaker, they’d say.

His lack of social skills made sure you got a seat on your first day. But he didn’t look up as you seated, his senses did however, perk up at your perfume, some wildflower and another thing he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it reminded him of camp, so he couldn’t help inhaling even deeper, he made the silent decision to start sitting near you.

And it could have been that way, you being your a scent he liked, just another person, but the fates had other plans, as did the first teacher, who didn’t waste a second on explaining the week project to be done in pairs.

His music was gone at this point, and he sighed, he didn’t like working on teams for school. Better yet, he didn’t like ending up with whoever else didn’t have a partner. Just then he felt a finger poking his arm, with a raised brow he turned to see you.

And your breath got stuck in your throat, he was probably one of the cutest boys you had ever seen, yet, his resting face (or so you hoped it was his resting face) looked just a combination between angry and dangerous. But you didn’t listen to your gut and talked “Would- uh... Sorry! I’m new and I was wondering if you’d like to partner up?”

Your voice had to be the sweetest thing, he was already starting to take a liking to you. You see, he isn’t the type of yandere to just get obsessed, it was your scent that drew him to you, yet, your willingness to spend time with him did make him feel better.

“Are you- Yeah, sure” he had to stop himself from pointing you to another person without a partner, not yet believing you’d want to partner up with him. But your enthusiasm changed his mind.

—

Before any of you knew, the day was over and you were waiting for him on your designated spot just outside the school, it didn’t take him long to reach you.

You saw his expression change as he crossed the glass doors, first a schooled glance to the floor, not allowing himself to even look at anybody else, you didn’t understand that, he didn’t look that strong but when you touched his arm you did feel hard muscle, then, why would he avoid trouble so much?

He didn’t seem to see you at first, but he did, trust me on that, he was just afraid of you changing your mind and would very much rather if you just left than the direct confrontation, but he couldn’t understand why, why the idea of you turning your back of him turned him inside out.

But of course you didn’t, you approached him with the sweetest smile on your face and stood right in front of him “Hey!” He couldn’t hold a smile at your voice, you just sounded so eager “Should we go to the library?” Were you always this eager? No, that seemed impossible, maybe you were just happy to be with him, that certainly made his smile bigger

“Uh- I mean- Sure” he was nervous, which made him want to laugh his ass off, sure he could fight gods and monsters but send a pretty girl his way and he’d stutter “I mean, I was actually thinking we could do it on the park” he finally added, the park was a bit far, but if there were any monsters he’d be able to deflect them easily on an open place rather than a dead-quiet-library.

“Yeah! Sounds good to me!” You agreed with a sweet smile and allowed him to lead the way “Just help me with the whole getting back thing, I still don’t really know the city” he nodded eagerly, almost as much as you had before, it was an excuse to spend more time with you.

Now this didn’t concern him as cheating or misleading Annabeth, for he didn’t think you’d like him, you see, he doesn’t seem to find himself as someone most girls, especially girls like you, would feel attracted t him, so even if he felt the this growing killer bees on his stomach every time he saw you, nothing would ever happen.

You walked with him through numerous streets, he took advantage of your lack of knowledge and took you through the long path, he didn’t even notice that he’d done that at first, but you were just so engrossed on your retelling of that X-Men movie, that he wanted to hear you talk like that for hours, suddenly, you stopped, your head held down “I’m sorry, I just get a bit excited sometimes” that sobered him “No, no, it’s okay, please continue, I really want to know what happened to this Logan dude after that”

You blushed but tried to hide it with a laugh, still looking down “It’s okay, I know I can talk a lot, and it might be stressing” you added, it was your attempt to stop yourself from boring the first friend you made on that school, but it made his blood boil, people just didn’t understand you fucked up the world was, fighting every day against monsters, losing friends on the way, and how amazing it was to hear stories from someone like you, someone without the blood that he had in his hands.

“Well, I like it, and I really need more context, so the future isn’t the future then? He just changed it and that’s that?” He understood the story, but sometimes making an easy question was the easiest way to make others talk.

And you went on, you arrived to the park and sat on a desk with him, taking your supplies and started working on the project, you were open, and gave ideas, still never shut any of his, you asked for his opinion every step of the way and used almost every idea he had.

That made him feel warm, you were most likely the first person to trust his ideas and hear him without a scowl or a frown, he couldn’t understand how would anyone shut you down when you talked? Every time you looked down and scratched your arm he noticed you were stopping yourself from over sharing.

Why would anyone hurt you like that? He just wanted names, they didn’t deserve someone like you in their lives, not one bit, they deserved to suffer for making you ashamed of your words. It surprised him, really, that rage boiling inside him, and how soon it’d be gone as soon as you smiled back at him.

And then it happened, a manticore loose in the park, running around and tearing people apart, he saw the moment your instinct kicked in, you could see through the mist.

He took Riptide from his pocket and stood up, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him down, holding a finger to your lips “Don’t” was everything you said, and he gulped, maybe you did care about him a little, his mind started wandering, maybe you felt as connected to him as he did you, he wanted to nod and stay with you under the table, to keep you from danger, but the only way he knew was by killing it.

“Please” you pleased “it’s going to hurt you” he laughed humorlessly, “Not my first rodeo” was all he said as a smirk took over his mouth and winked your way, maybe he also wanted to show off a little.

It was weird, he had never wanted to show off before.

But oh well, the manticore was closing in as soon as it’s nostrils flared up with the demigod scent on him, he needed to stop thinking and start moving, natural talent and years of training in camp made it easy for him, more like a dance than a battle, not that he’d ever been good at dancing, but you get the idea.

A move to the left, an angry manticore to the right, sarcastic comment out about how bad the sun had treated the manticore’s skin and a “you should really get some moisturizer for that crack in your skin” and proceeded to stab it directly on the belly as the manticore jumped.

And he laughed, allowing the rest of adrenaline to leave him, after getting so worked up with thoughts of people hurting your feelings, killing something felt really good. Maybe too good.

He turned to look at you, and his stomach dropped, your throat was being held tightly, lifting you ever so slightly from the floor by an empusai, were monsters working together now?

Of course it would happen to him, out of all demigods in New York.

Now he realized, his blood hadn’t been boiling before, but it was now, burning his very skin from the inside, the empusai giggled and he gave a step closer, then you were struggling again “Now, now, one more move and your pet dies”

Pet? Oh now it was personal, he didn’t understand his blind rage, maybe by an outside point of view, you had reminded him of what light was, even with the ability to see monsters you saw the good in people, that much he realized from your speech about Magneto being just misunderstood.

Maybe you weren’t as innocent as he once thought but you still tried hard enough to make conversation with him, you even tried in your way to keep him safe, and now, everything he’d seen was good and worth saving was being threatened.

It didn’t took him a word, just a small move from his left hand to the side, and now it was the empusai’s blood that boiled, literally, she started crying, he didn’t stop, all the fluids in her body boiled now, and started moving inside her, desfigurating her, she screamed and let you go, he didn’t stop.

You ran to him and he threw Riptide to the ground, instantly feeling the (now lesser) weight of a pen settling on his pocket, with his now free arm he grabbed you by the showlders and held you to him.

“Don’t look” he warned, grabbing now your head and pulling it to his shoulder, one last move of his left hand to the right and the empusai’s blood chocked her to death, streaming down her ears, nostrils and eyes, her mouth forever set on a silent scream as she fell to her knees and finally turned into ichor.

Just then did he allow himself to fully hold you, his arms wrapped tightly around your as your heavy breath tickled the side of his neck, your arms wrapped just as tightly around his waist.

He realized with guilt that you were shaking, you were probably scared of him now “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he repeated in a whisper against your hair, unable to let you go.

“No” you shut him and separated your body from his by merely centimeters, his stomach dropped “I’m okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters” you said grabbing his face, forcing his wandering eyes to stay still on yours “Survival of the fittest, right?” You joked and he allowed a worried breath to leave his body, you weren’t treating him like a freak.

He nodded and you hugged him again, just as tightly, he still felt you shiver every once in a while.

I’m okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters,

I’m okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters,

I’m okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters.

He repeated in his head over and over like a mantra.

You were too good for this world, and if that evening showed him anything was that monsters were probably going to come for you at some point, and he wouldn’t let them get even a step close.

He promised himself then and there that no one would ever harm you, monster or otherwise. After all, the gods owed him, he could get his way this once.

[percabeth4life]

Looking at that one ask, and SOTFP Kronos is going to have to not only hear that he was just terrible at manipulation in PJO, but that the demigod opposing him is better at it than he was; not only is Percy able to consistently able to manipulate people, he inspires this almost terrifying loyalty in people too (he’d die for his loved ones, but they’d all do the same for him. Annabeth knew him for less than a month, and told him she’d fight against her mother for him in TLT). Percy tells Bob that Hyperion is his brother, he was a Titan, and he still gets Bob to kill his brother. Later, Bob fights against Tartarus to help Percy and Annabeth escape. No other character does it like Percy. Kronos needs to take notes.

SotFP Kronos better be ready for a whole bunch of embarrassment lmao. The dude is gonna be like "who did they replace me with? That is *not* me"

[remakethestars]

CABIN 7 — APOLLO

Headcanons.

❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞

— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive

Headcanon masterlist.

Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁

Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument. 

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?

They run an underground tattoo parlor.

That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.

Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.

Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.

🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶

The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).

The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).

When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.

The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.

Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!

There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.) 

Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.

I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.

I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.

And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.

Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?

Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.

They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.

Fun Band-Aids™

They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.

I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!

After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.

Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels. 

The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons. 

Kind of germophobic?

They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.

In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.

The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.

They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them. 

Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.

A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.

They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.

They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.

Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).

Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.

Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.

They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.

Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.

Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down. 

The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶

The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.

The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.

They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.

Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.

There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy. 

There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.

Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.

Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.

There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.

The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)

Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.

There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.

I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.

The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though. 

🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶

Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises. 

A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.

Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.

Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.

So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.

I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.

They break into song all the time.

Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶

As mentioned in at least The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.

They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.

🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶

Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously). 

It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.

Rickrolling. 

The “Macarena.” 

Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.

There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.

A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural. 

Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video. 

It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football. 

C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall. 

The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.

They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught. 

Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.

There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.

C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs. 

It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.

Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!” 

It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.

They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.

That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.

The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.

And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc. 

Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.

I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.

The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.

I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.

A lot of them wear bracers all the time.

When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.

Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.

And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.

Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.

Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.

Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…

That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”

There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.

A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.

Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair. 

Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.

Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters. 

They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux. 

Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point. 

While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.

Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t. 

But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.

And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.

C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth). 

The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can. 

They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.

You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?

This one's really long. 😅

A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎

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DISCLAIMER ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.

[tiredpjofan]

Just gonna share my opinion for a bit:

So, I haven't really seen a lot of good written jealous!Triton fics and before you ask, nope. I'm not those type of toxic fans. In my opinion it kinda makes sense for Triton to be a bit jealous of Percy, cause not only is he a living legend. He's also the favorite child of his dad, and they don't even share the same blood!

That must felt like hell, cause sometimes I get jealous of my own brother when he gets, like, 95 on his math test or when my mom compliments his cooking. And when I do find a jealous!Triton fic, they write it really....really corny it makes it really hard to enjoy.

So, what are your opinions about Triton and Percy? Do you want them to get along? Or do you want them to have a bit of sibling rivalry for a few moments? Cause I do. Lol.

I really do wish they get along in cannon buuuut.... I kinda understand Triton's side a bit. Still though, they would've had such an adorable brotherly relationship (:

this ask made me realise how little triton is featured in the fics i read! but now you've got me thinking about it, sooooo

i think it goes without saying that some tension on triton’s part is heavily expected. not only has poseidon broken a pact to not have anymore demigod children (which is bad enough in itself), he did so by cheating on tritons mother who triton no doubt has a great deal of loyalty towards.

ALSO, poseidon doesn’t sweep this affair under the rug and move on. NOPE. he offers sally a palace under the sea and publicly recognises percy as his son (even if it does take 12 years). but maybe this would have been ok, there would have been more anger directed towards sally than percy (poseidon is a very powerful god to get angry with, so no anger would be directed there).

but then, it is revealed that percy is the child of the prophecy. he saves olympus (twice, depending on where in the timeline we are) and poseidon refers to him as his favourite son (i think -- it’s been a while since i've read the go series). triton would hate the fact that percy didn’t just keep his head down and not draw attention to himself and the affair.

and on the flip side, percy is incredibly laid-back when it comes to insults about himself. so the first confrontation. between the two would be very one-sided. however, triton would be obsessed with finding his breaking point and would inevitably bring up sally. and there is no quicker way to get percy angry than to insult someone he loves -- especially his mother.

so, yeah. that to me is the most realistic relationship between the two.

...but

that's no fun. so imagine that triton goes to therapy or something and finds a healthier coping mechanism than taking out his anger on an innocent demigod and instead begins to feel somewhat protective over that demigod. maybe he starts to protect percy in dire situations and they might get to talking. eventually, triton just might find other excuses to hang out with his favourite annoying brother.

triton: as your self-appointment protector, i must insist that i trial this for you in order to ascertain that it will not cause you injury. it is my duty to ensure your safety at all possible times and i--

percy: bro, if you want to play video games with me, you just have to ask.

and from there it would evolve into percy taking full advantage of this new ally in the form of a protective older brother

percy: dude, you can't kill me. triton would get mad.

monster: who--

triton, appearing behind the monster and killing it: triton would get mad.

...in more ways than one

triton, appearing in a blaze of glory with his weapons ready: where are the monsters!? i heard your call of distress and i am here to fight with you and gut any monsters stupid enough to even look at you too long!

percy, panicking while holding up two t-shirts: i'm meeting Annabeth in 10 minutes and i don't know what to wear!

triton: ...wear the green one. it brings out your eyes.

and returning the favour when he can

poseidon: triton, where were you last night? as my heir, I expect you to fullfill certain expectations required of you.

percy, appearing out of nowhere: he was with me.

poseidon: what.

percy, lying through his teeth: we were rescuing baby sea lions.

triton, also lying through his teeth: and picking rubbish off the sea floor.

poseidon, fully aware that they are lying through their teeth: ...right.

but there's always that certain tension between siblings, even ones with godly dna

triton: i can't believe that you’re father’s favourite. have i not been a faithful heir, always doing what he commands of me? what do you have that i don't?

percy, tired of hearing this speech for the 50th time: i don't know, maybe he just prefers my father’s day gifts over yours.

triton: ...your what.

meanwhile...

random sea creature: who’s your favourite child--

poseidon, with no hesitation: tyson.

tyson: :)

[kpop-sports-books-series-fangirl]

PJO/HOO - You meet for the second time

Masterlist

Request form and prompt list

(F/S) means Favourite sport

Will -

You were sitting at home, your (non-godly parent) had gone out somewhere, so you were alone. You were on the couch, scrolling through your phone, with your favorite blanket and with music blaring through your speakers.

Suddenly instead of playing the next song, your ringtone started playing through the speakers. You checked who it was and it was a random number, but you picked it up. “Hello?” you asked. “Hello? Is this (Y/N)?” they asked. “Who’s asking?” you asked back. “It’s Will,” he replied. “Oh, from the mall?” “Yeah...” “So, are you back in town again?” you asked hopefully.

“Um, yeah, I was hoping you could show me around,” he said nervously. You met up in a park near the house and you showed him around and just talked. Soon, you realize that your (non-godly parent) is going to come home.

You bid Will goodbye and ran back home to set up the place before your (non-godly parent) came home.

Nico -

You were getting scolded by your (non-godly parent) for throwing a sleepover without letting them know when you heard a knocking on your window. You looked outside to see the boy from that night. He was waving his hand frantically telling you to come out, but you ignored him and continued to listen to your (non-godly parent).

Later that night, when you had gotten ready for bed, you thought you heard a noise in your room, but when you looked, there was nothing, so you just ignored it. Just when you got into bed, a hand clamped over your mouth. You tried to scream, but the face of the boy from earlier came into view.

You tried to thrash, but he was too strong. Suddenly you felt this weird sensation in your stomach and when you opened your eyes, you were in a different room. As soon as the hand let go of your mouth, you screamed really loud.

You looked around the room and saw an old dude in a wheelchair. He winced at your loudness. “Nico, how many times should I tell you that when you bring the demi-gods, don’t scare the life out of them!” the old man said. He then turned to you and said “Hello, my dear, I’m Chiron,”

Percy -

You went to the beach again, the next week hoping to meet Percy again. You went on the same day at the same time, but he wasn’t there, so you just decided to enjoy your evening. You walked along the water for a while, before changing into your swimsuit and jumping into the ocean.

After a while you decided it was time to go home, so you wrapped the towel around yourself as you made your way to the washroom to change. After you got back into normal clothes, you started to walk back home. About halfway there, you felt someone tap your shoulder and you suddenly got into a defensive position in case someone was attacking you.

That ‘someone’ held up his hands and laughed. “Hey, it’s just me,” You looked carefully and saw that it was Percy. “Oh, sorry, you just scared me,” you tell him. You talked while he walked you back home. You exchanged phone numbers so you could talk later on as well and then he had to go.

Frank -

After that day, you couldn’t stop thinking about Frank. But you forced your mind off him, to focus on your studies. You are in the 10th grade and you are studying for your end-of-term exams.

(Your non-godly parent) has stopped all your social media accounts for the time being, including quotev (A/N: just had to add it 😜), youtube, and many others.

One day after school, (F/S) practice and all your after school clubs, you are walking home when you think you see someone following you. You take the route towards the park, trying to formulate a plan of what to do. That’s when you realize that the park is closed and it is one of the most unsafe places in your neighborhood.

Without stopping, you open your bag and take out your steel water bottle in case you need to protect yourself. You feel the person getting closer to you, so you turn around, swinging your bottle at the person's head.

You hear a loud ‘DINGGG’ as the bottle comes in contact with their head. They double over, and before you take off, you recognize that mop of black hair. It takes you a second to realize that this was Frank.

“What the hell!?” You shout at him. “You scared me half to death!” Then you remember what you did. “Oh no, are you okay!?” you ask as you approach him slowly. He holds up a hand. When he looks up at you, you see a huge gash on his forehead. You gasp, surprised.

“My house is nearby, we can take a look at that cut there,” You say as you grab his hand and guide him to your house. You opened the little zip of your bag, taking out your house key and throwing open the door.

You drop your bag near the door with a ‘thud’ and drag Frank into the living room. You sit him down on the couch and shush him when he opens his mouth to say something. You grab the first-aid kit from the cupboard.

As you apply the antiseptic to the wound, you apologize to him. “I am so sorry! I didn’t know it was you! Then again, why were you following me in the first place?!” You continue to ramble as you paste a bandage on it. Once you are done, you look down into his brown eyes.

“Can I speak now?” He asks, amused. You glare at him before nodding and tearing your eyes away from his, focusing on cleaning the mess of bandages on the floor.

As you put the unutilized plasters and cotton back in the box, you try not to look up at Frank as you know, if you look in his eyes, you will never be able to look away again, and that would be embarrassing.

“Well, I saw you walking on the road, so I decided to give you a little scare,” he explains.

“Yeah, you should never do that,” You tell him. “Seems I learned that the hard way,”

You both sit there and talk until it hits you that you have a history test tomorrow. It was going to be on Greek and Roman mythology (A/N:*gasp!* What a coincidence!). When you tell Frank this, he announces that he is an expert in Greek and Roman mythology.

Your (non-godly parent) is out of town for a few days so he stays over and helps you study, though it isn’t easy concentrating on your textbook with Frank staring at you the whole time.

Let’s say, you ace the test!

Jason -

You are now boarded on the plane and despite the excitement, fall asleep, fulfilling the hours you missed the previous night.

When you stir awake, you see your (non-godly parent) is still asleep, so you turn to the other side to see Jason from earlier. “Oh, hi!” you say. “Hi, again,” he replies.

“Guess I’m headed to Manhattan too,” you say as you reach down to your bag and take out a water bottle. “Yeah,” he says. Well, this is getting awkward, you think.

Taking a sip from your bottle, you look up at him again. “So...wanna play something?” You ask him, your childish side taking over. “Sure, what though?” “Um...maybe a game where we ask each other questions? Get to know each other better?” “Um, okay...”

-Time skip-

“Please fasten your seatbelts, the plane will be landing in 15 minutes,” the speaker announced. You and Jason had been talking the entire time, about the most random things like music, T.V. shows, movies, books, people, life, and everything possible.

You wanted to ask him for his number, but it would be a bit awkward. Like are you just supposed to walk up to him and say ‘hey can I have your number?’ wait. That isn’t so bad…

“Jason, can I have your number? Just to talk once in a while, it was fun...” you say as you wait for the crowd in the plane to clear as everyone gets off. “I would give you my number, but I don’t have a phone..” he tells you. “Oh, well, here’s my number, call whenever you can!” You say taking out a pen and asking him if you could write it on his hand.

Leo -

Rrring! Rrring! You hear from your bag. Your eyes widen as you know it’s your phone. “(L/N)!” your teacher calls you out. “Phone!” she holds out her hand as you hand her your phone. “Detention after school today!”

“But ma’am! I have (F/S) practice today after school!” You complain. “Well, you’ll just have to skip it for today,” Well shit. Your coach was going to kill you, especially with a match coming up on the weekend!

You were going to kill whoever called you.

-Time skip-

After school, detention, and shouting from your coach, you were headed to get your phone back from the principal's office. You knock on the door. “Come in!” A voice calls. “Ma’am, I’ve come to collect my phone,” “Here you are, but you should know, you have to keep your phone on silent during the classes,” “Yes ma’am, sorry, it won’t happen again,”

Sighing, you switch on your phone as you head to the exit of the school building. You checked your notifications to see you had like 6 missed calls from an unknown number.

Your phone starts ringing again, suddenly, surprising you. You gripped it tightly before it slipped out of your hands. It was an unknown number, a different one this time. This is getting creepy, but you pick up the call and place the phone on your ear.

“H-hello?” You stutter into the phone. “Hello? Is this (Y/N)?” the other voice asks. “Who is this?” you ask. “Leo. The one who fixed your cycle?” he says. “Leo? You know, when I told you to call, I didn’t mean in the middle of the day! I was in class when my phone rang! I got detention and had to skip my practice! Do you know how mad my coach was-!” you were cut off by Leo. “Hey! Hey! I’m sorry for getting you in trouble, but I desperately need your help!”

“Why should I help you?” “Because you owe me one?” “Yeah, but you got me in trouble!” “Please (Y/N!)! I really need your help!” Leo says. For the first time, you notice how desperate he sounds.

“Okay. What do you need?” You ask him. “I and my friends need someplace to crash just for a few hours,” “Wait, are you and your ‘friends’ drunk?!” you almost shriek, scaring the guard who is standing at the entrance gate.

“No! I can’t- just, can I tell you after?” you take a deep breath before looking around and saying “Okay, my (non-godly parent) is out of town, so you can stay at my house for the night, I live at _____.”

“Thank you!” He cuts the call. You stare at the phone, shocked at what you just did.

When you reach home, Leo and his friends are not there yet, so you go in and start cleaning up the space a little. Picking up clothes, making the living room presentable. Your (non-godly parent) hasn’t been home for a few days, so you didn’t care what you did to the house.

Ding dong! You head to the door and take a deep breath before opening the door to reveal Leo, a girl and a boy both, your age. “Come in,” you say timidly.

Once they are on the couch, you turn to Leo, put your hands on your hips, and ask “Care to explain?” with raised eyebrows.

Travis -

You are stressed out. The list of things that you have to complete is only getting longer. All your responsibilities weigh you down. You need a break, just to get some fresh air.

You decide to take a walk to clear your head. Your legs lead you to the park. You sit down on the same bench as you observe the kids play, so carefree, burdenless, no responsibilities. Oh, how you wish you were like them.

This brought tears to your eyes. You just want a break, just one day, just forget about all that work, waiting back at home. You have to complete everything on time, submit all the work, no time for doing what you want.

You hug yourself and move your hands up and down, comforting yourself.

“Hey, you okay?” you hear a voice ask. You sit up quickly and wipe your tears. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you say. You look up to see it’s Travis. “Oh, hi, Travis, right?” You confirm, knowing fully well that it could be his brother. “Yup, not Connor,” You send him a little smile.

“Running from him again?” you ask, teasingly. “Haha,” he replies smiling. “Can I sit there?” he asks pointing to the empty space on the bench next to you. You nod, letting him know it’s fine. He takes his seat.

“So, what’s all the crying about?” he asks. “Nothing,” “Oh come on! You don’t cry just for nothing!” “Some people do. When they can’t take the stress anymore about everything in life and they just break down but don’t have a reason to explain it,” “So, life’s stressing you out?” he asks. “That’s not what I said!” “Yeah, you did!” “Did not!” “Did too!” “Nope, did not,” “Okay, whatever! You still need cheering up! Come!” he says as he grabs your hand and drags you from the park.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask him. “I’m not telling you!” “You know how creepy that sounds to me right? You could be kidnapping me for all I know! I mean, I could use a little enjoyment in my life, but I don’t mean this!” while you were busy rambling, Travis had dragged you to a dark alley.

“Travis...where are we?” you ask, starting to get scared. “Watch this,” he says as he walks to the far end of the wall, and presses one brick, which causes a door to open in the wall.

You are closer to the entrance and you can see on the other side it’s an open field. Mesmerized, you walk over, through the door. You feel a tap on your shoulder, followed by a “You’re it!” and Travis running away from you.

You smile and take off after him. After a while of you both running back and forth, you lie down in the grass, Travis next to you. You relax for a while before you realize the time and jump up.

“I have to go!” you say as you run back out the door.

Connor -

You are bored. All of your friends are doing...stuff, and you are sitting here doing nothing. It is your day off from work. You decide to clean your room.

You pick up the pile of clothes in the corner and head down to the laundry room. Before you dump the laundry in the washing machine you go through all the pockets as you usually forget things in them.

All in all, you found your earphones which you’d been looking for since almost a week now (A/N: I actually wouldn’t survive that long without my earphones!), a folded piece of paper, your rubber band, a pencil (don’t ask), and a paperclip.

You put all the objects in your pocket of the jacket you’re wearing, thinking you’ll take it out later before you unfold the piece of paper to see if it’s something important.

It was the note the guy left, Connor.

You are free, have nothing to do. How bad could this guy be?

You pick up your phone and dial the number, and it rings a few times before a girl picks up, “Hello?” she sounds perplexed. “Um...hi, Connor told me to call this number....” “Connor! Oh, I’m gonna kill him!”

On the other end of the line, you heard an “Oooh! Is it for me?” followed by an ‘umph!’ and a “Catch me if you can!”

You are too confused about what was happening, and are about to put the phone down when someone says “Hello? Who is this?”

“Hi, is this Connor?” “Yeah, who is this?” “This is (Y/N), the girl from the ice cream shop,” “Oh yeah! I actually didn’t expect you to call!” “Yeah, well, I’m bored and I have nothing to do, so if you’re free, wanna hang?” “Sure…? Where do you want to meet up?” “Outside the Ice cream shop?” “Sure, I’ll see you there,”

-Time skip-

You are waiting outside the ice cream shop for Connor. A few minutes later, you see a hooded figure walking towards you. You turn away and start walking away when you hear “(Y/N)!?” You turn around and see it’s Connor.

“Oh, hi! You scared me,” you tell him. “Yeah, sorry. So, what do you want to do?” “Hang out?” “Ok….no. How about we prank people on the beach?” “Ok, but what prank?” “Replacing their sunscreens with mustard?” “Let’s go buy some mustard then!”

You guys spent all evening replacing people’s things, and getting caught by the cops, and escaping. Calling Connor, was the best decision you have ever made.

A/N: Hey guys!! The next part is out!! I'll link the first part below. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

-TheBlueBookworm is out~~!!!