It didn’t matter that they were wanted men. It didn’t matter that they had no bed to lay their heads upon, that the little key held tight in Wylan’s fist, with Jesper’s fingers snug around his, wouldn’t truly open any door. Their love would be voiced, but it didn’t need to be yet—it was present in every breath they drew together, every sound, every aching pleasure. Words were inadequate, anyway, to express everything Wylan felt, everything he saw in Jesper’s eyes.
They knew.
They knew.
Hey, wesper fam. I honest to god can't believe that it's been nearly a year since I began this story. We have journeyed to the Ice Court and back, dealt with unintended betrayal and hearts that just won't quite break, and now we are finally reaching the final chapters of this now astonishingly massive wesper-centric reworking of SoC/CK into the universe of the show.
(Things aren't going to go down quite the way you might expect.)
I took an unexpected hiatus before posting this most recent chapter, so I thought I'd share it here to let you know that our boys are back... and yeah, this is the one you've been waiting for. 😉
With all the uncertainty about the future of the show, this story has taken on a new meaning for me. If you've been here since this beginning, if you found it along the way, if you're just hearing about it now and think it might be just your thing, thank you for reading. It means the world. 🙏
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You have been claimed by Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon.
1.08 | PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS
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"Reconciliation," she said. "Athena and Poseidon together."
My face felt a little warm, but I managed a smile. "Thanks."
1.08 | PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS
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The ANGST during this scene was something serious. Like they were trying to take me OUT!!!
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Me: this will be a ficlet. A small, concise story under 3000 words long.
Me, 60,000 words later, confused, bleeding, wild-eyed, looking at the length of the first chapter compared to the last: I'm going to need to pad that out a bit.
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I say, "I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick."
Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, "It's late for that, Puck."
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