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heyo-428 · 8 months

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ACFTL Sneak Peak (Well, now I guess it’s a leak) Chapter Thoughts:

Spoilers below!!

This isn’t proofread if something is confusing please ask me in the replies for clarification

- The dedication to “anyone who ever wanted a second chance” is… almost ominous. On one hand it seems it’s like just a normal dedication but on the other it’s almost as if it’s a warning. Like Stephanie’s trying to warn a person who wants a second that it’s not always gonna end well.

- The story from the beginning about doorknobs was told before I believe and I think emphasizing this again is to allude to her ability to open doors with her blood. Will she figure this out again on her own? The doorknobs to what is rumored (The rumor’s probably true) to be the Valor children’s rooms in Wolf Hall spoke to her.

- Evangeline being absolutely lost is actually so sad to me. While I was reading the second page and it said she was feeling as if she couldn’t breathe I actually started to cry a bit. She’s in an unfamiliar location with no clue how she got there, when she got there, why she’s there.

- Her last memory is her father dying. 😭

- She doesn’t remember anything about Apollo but does remember there was something important she needed to say to someone. She doesn’t remember but it’s that she needs to tell Jacks she loves him. She slightly remembers Jacks even though she’s not able to attach a name to it. (I’m latching onto any hope I can)

- “Your memories were stolen by someone who’s been trying to tear us apart” Apollo if you don’t shut your ass up.

- “…and over his heart was a vibrant tattoo of two swords in the shape of a heart with a name in the center: Evangeline.” I CACKLED. THATS SO BAD 😭 IM DYING FROM SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT. She doesn’t really want you Apollo please give up.

- Apollo says that the marks on his back was the price he paid to return from Hell. Also the price Evangeline payed for your stupidity when you decided to get tortured😐 Who even tortured him? Or was it like done on purpose to have a story for why he came back. Doubt it’s the ladder because the curse wasn’t having him thinking right.

- Okay so Apollo’s not lying when he says Jacks put him in a suspended state but, Apollo, PLEASE calm down it’s not that deep. AND STOP LYING JACKS WOULD NEVER INTENTIONALLY HURT EVANGELINE

- Out poor boy Jacks is gonna have a difficult time in acftl 😭

- “You’re looking at me differently” he’s acting like she shouldn’t be…

- No Eva :((((( you didn’t trade your memories to be with him :(((( HE STOLE THEMMMM

- He makes her go back with him and then almost instantly leaves her. She is left as a shadow of herself because of him and he leaves her in her room to go handle matters. Like PLEASE how does Evangeline think this is okay.

- I- Stephanie please stop with mentions of arrows it reminds me of the fact Jacks is the Archer and what he’s been through (this is obviously why she’s doing this and i love and hate her for it)

- Wonder which door handles belong to which of the Valor children’s rooms. If what the rumors say is true. Feel like the one shaped like a dragon is Dane because he was a shifter and the one story LaLa told about him picking her up as a dragon or something. I’m not sure about the fairy wing one or wolf head with crown (maybe Aurora??) because we don’t know a lot about the Valor’s besides the basics. I am very excited to learn more though, they have a very interesting story.

- The fact Evangeline’s having to relive the grief she felt over the death of her parent’s because she doesn’t know it wasn’t very recent (thanks to her memories being stolen) is so tragic. I feel terrible for her :( It’s terrible having both your parents die but to have to deal with the grief twice?

- The door handles speaking to her is crazy because if I remember right known of the others ever did. I wonder why they do that. Probably because they’re old and from a family of people with magical gifts lmao. Plus Eva is literally a part of a prophecy connected to them. It’s gonna have some importance (hopefully)

- Really looking forward to learning again (or hopefully remembering) that she can open doors with her blood.

- Wait crazy theory, what if Stephanie’s making references to things from ouabh and tbona throughout the whole book? Like important things Evangeline forgot? That’s a bit of a stretch but I am writing this at 1 am so

- A few things have happened that are almost like deja vu/repeating history moments. If you think about it, it’s happened a lot throughout the books too. I’ll make a more in depth post on this at a later point.

- The maid Martine seems important. I don’t know what yet but there’s something. How could he just have moved so quickly from the Meridian Empire?? Something isn’t adding up especially her pause in speaking.

- “Her heart still hurt as if it had been broken” This is so sad Stephanie will be expecting many therapy bills after this book.

- It’s so upsetting that Evangeline can’t remember anything like our poor girl :(

- I don’t like this doctor but the helpers are odd

- Wait Evangeline is 17. I guess it makes some sense but like wow that’s crazy.

- I still really hate that reporter guy he’s annoying.

- Who is Yrell really because like why did they shut Telma up? There’s gotta be some reason.

- Okay okay the reporter guy just… disappeared? Like it was super quick too. wtf? How? Probably reading too much into this but how does he just disappear. It’s not like it would take a while to read that card there was nothing on it practically and then he just is gone.

- “He would carry her through more than freezing water” Eva darling that’s not Apollo that’s Jacks please remember 😭😭

- Apollo you are a monster not Jacks so stop lying. You removed Evangeline’s memories, you literally hunted her down and I do not care if you were cursed Jacks got over it before.

- He makes me SO mad. How can he so easily lie??

- APOLLO HAVING DADDY ISSUES

- He’s selfish to think a ton of people would make him monuments and stuff. Apollo you haven’t even done anything grand to help the people (that we know of) why would they do that?

- Who else knows Apollo took her memories? He says that someone does but that he won’t have to worry about them soon. No one else was right there and able to know? Right? I thought they were all in the Valory. It can’t be Jacks because it goes on to talk about Jacks directly after and it’s in a different manner.

- Crazy idea, what if because Apollo knows the Valor’s are out he thinks the one who’s able to see the future (Think his name is Vesper I don’t feel like looking right now) knows what he did 👀 I doubt it but.

- Apollo’s really upset over Jacks being better that he’s making reporter guy make his crimes uglier until he’s caught. He wants his name synonymous with vile, Apollo, you are synonymous with vile please shut the fck up <3

- Was it previously mentioned that the Great Houses have a council? I don’t think so but that makes sense I guess.

- Them talking about Luc attempting to steal the throne and calling him a whelp 💀 Where’d he run to? Back to Chaos’s? Kinda doubt that they have issues because Luc won’t listen to him or something. Wonder where he’s at and if he’s gonna be important this book.

- So funny to me that Wolfric Valor just shows up and is under the house of “Vale” like whose idea was that? It’s like the worst disguise ever Vale and Valor sound the exact same.

- How does Apollo know the Valor’s aren’t really dead? Unless it’s a secret that everyone in the Arcadian family line kept because Wolf Hall used to be the Valor’s.

- Am I the only one who doesn’t like Wolfric that much? I get bad vibes.

- Plus the whole betrothing his daughter to a dude named VENGEANCE

- I know he didn’t exactly know his name before betrothing her but you think he would’ve been like “uhm maybe not” HIS NAMES VENGEANCE I MEAN HE CAN’T BE GOOD

(Sorry had to rant about that because that whole story is absolutely wild to me)

- Who tf is Byron Belleflower. Like I know who he is he’s some lord but like who tf is that??

This whole thing probably doesn’t make sense I’m sleep deprived

#ouabh #tbona #acftl #stephanie garber #evajacks #caraval #evangeline fox #jacks prince of hearts #acftl spoilers #acftl theories #acftl sneak peak #apollo acadian #ew i tagged apollo

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starlightshadowsworld · 3 months

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Headcannon that Octavian never wanted to join Camp Jupiter.

He grew up in the mortal world, carefree and happy. He had dreams of becoming a veterinarian.

But on his 11th birthday, Octavian was sat down and told that he'd be leaving.

Octavian is a legacy of Apollo. His whole family has gone to Camp Jupiter.

He was no exception.

However, usually they waited for their children to reach adulthood before sending them.

But not Octavian, because he was special. He had the gift of prophecy.

He had dreams that were visions and would zone out only to find words on a page describing such horrors.

He could never make sense of them. And he never wanted too, they scared him so much.

But Octavian learned quickly that what he wanted didn't matter.

With his gift he was valuable to the Leigion and needed to be sent out as soon as possible.

He survived the Wolf House and made it to Camp Jupiter, pronounced the Augur and got set to work.

Octavian tried to explain his power didn't work on command or however he pleased.

He didn't even know how it worked, it was a gift but he wasn't an Oracle.

But the centurions wouldn't hear any of it. To them it was just a bunch of excuses from a snot nosed brat comitting treason.

Octavian was isolated and deemed a failure when he couldn't give a prediction.

The than Praetor snatched the teddy bear he was holding, ridiculing him for his weakness and ended up slashing it with a knife.

The anger Octavian felt activated his powers.

He wrote sheets and sheets and resisted the urge to throw them at the Praetor.

"Now, was that so hard?" Was the condescending remark he got in response.

Octavian managed to repair the bear, the gift he'd gotten for his birthday before...all of this.

He held it close and in private cried. He grieved the life he'd lost, grieved what he'd never have.

Augur Octavian would be the most loyal servant of Camp Jupiter.

He would be untouchable, brutal, no one would tread near him and he'd stand tall above the rest.

And no one would ever know how much he hated every second of it.

No one would know that anger was what he held onto everytime he used his gift.

To him it was a curse.

But no one got close enough to him to know that.

#octavian pjo #heroes of olympus

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greatest-greek-games · 1 year

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Clytemnestra: A vengeful mother and former Spartan princess, Clytemnestra gained her original notoriety by being Agamemnon's original murderer, killing him because he slaughtered their eldest daughter after lying to her about his intentions. She proceeded to rule Mycenae with her lover, Agamemnon's cousin, and treated her remaining children pretty terribly in order to maintain her rule and disallow Agamemnon any potential heirs from beyond the grave. Did nothing wrong, according to most people who submitted her.

Cassandra: The mad prophetess of Troy, cursed to never be believed. Cassandra had a hard lot in life -- given the gift of prophecy, and beloved by Apollo until she spurned his affections. She sees what is to come, but is powerless to stop it -- it's a small wonder she's so full of misery. Please take care of her, and give her a happier existence now than she once had. It's been rough for her.

#pan-hellenic warzone #bracket polls #clytemnestra #cassandra

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incompleteth0ts · 4 months

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American Pie 🥧

SUMMARY: Chap. 1 Chap. 2 Chap. 3 Chap. 4

Dying wasn’t as painful as he feared it would be. After fighting all his life, Jason was sure his death would be long and drawn out on the battlefield alongside enemies and allies.

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Jason Grace is dead and his life flashes before his eyes

WRITTEN FOR Percy Jackson Gift Exchange Winter Solstice 2023 OFFERED PROMPTS THAT WERE USED🏃🏾♀️💨

1)"We will not go quietly."

2)Major Character Death

3)"Pity not the sword, nor its wielder."

__Bye-Bye, Miss American Pie__

Dying wasn’t as painful as he feared it would be. After fighting all his life, Jason was sure his death would be long and drawn out on the battlefield alongside enemies and allies. Jason could envision so many battles that should have ended him. The battle with Krios, the prophecy of 7, talking to Frank in the morning before he brushed his teeth; anything but traveling on the back of a venti pushing 30 m/ph in a duel to inevitable death, not to mention while on a Yacht with at least one arrow in each limb hundreds of miles away from New Rome

Anything but dying alone.

But Jason knew he had to keep going. It was him or Piper; he wouldn’t let her die on this ship. Jason lifted his sword and prepared for another lap around the too-small jousting grounds. The lack of space made Tempest even more stressed and the metallic scent of blood clogged Jason’s senses. With his gladius raised to the mighty heavens of his father Jason made one last oath as Tempest reared up for another challenge, ‘Let it be known that neither Piper nor Apollo will die on this ship.’ A crack of lighting broke the sky.

Tempest and Incitatus galloped past one another once more. Incitatus kicked at Tempest with his golden front hooves jostling Jason’s heavily injured body. Tempest responded with bursts of electricity that left a battery tased in Jason’s mouth and scorched the evil stallion's white flanks.

As Jason and Caligula passed by each other Jason turned and caught the fallen god's eye from across the ruined throne room. “Go!” He screamed at his ex-girlfriend and God. “Remember!” Jason desperately pleaded. It may be selfish but he needed Apollo to pull himself together and save not only himself but Piper too. He was willing to end his life for them earlier, hopefully, he was still holding on to that hero mentality.

‘Just one more round,’ he thought, holding Apollo’s gaze. ‘If I can make it through one more round then they should be able to’

Caligula threw his spear.

The weapon landed in between Jason’s shoulders shoving Jason’s body into Tempest's neck. From what felt like a much further distance Jason heard the sound of Piper's scream of terror. Jason’s eyes widened.

5 pounds of gold made itself home in the ex-praetor's rhomboid muscles. Jason slumped forward into his stead and wrapped his arms around Tempest's neck to keep balance. “Get them out of here. Please, Tempest, save my friends.”

The spirit did not owe him anything, but Jason prayed Tempest would give him this.

Jason felt his vision swim. It was like his life was falling through his fingers like sand on the beach. ‘How embarrassing,’ he thought. ‘I used to wrestle with wolves and now I’m going to die on the yacht of a lunatic nicknamed Little Boots.’

Jason began to lose strength as his body fell off the wild Venti.

Jason Grace died before his body even hit the floor.

When Jason came back to himself, he was face to face with a beautiful man.

“Hello, Jason Grace. How are you feeling?”

How was he feeling? That was the issue, that Jason couldn't feel anything. He tried to wiggle his fingers and toes the way the nurses at his school told him to when he passed out after a long day, but he wasn’t even sure if he had them anymore.

Was Caligula known for taking the toes of his enemies?

“The correct answer, Mr. Grace, should be nothing.” The man straightened up from his bowed position and pulled out an iPad. The man wore a dark toga layered with various sashes, and on the man's back grew two mighty wings as black as night. He was dark-skinned with meticulously kept dreads that were pulled into a bun against his nape.

“You’re lord Mors, aren’t you.” The god stopped what he was doing on the iPad and returned to Jason.

“Yes, I am Mors. I will admit I did not know how to approach you at first. My other half and I were in disagreement for a while, trying to figure out what form was the most appropriate to appear in. After all, nowadays you're neither fully Greek nor Roman.”

Jason almost felt like he should apologize to the Death God because not even he knew what he was.

Mors put the iPad back in his messenger bag and pulled out an envelope that read, ‘Jason Grace, express shipping to the Underworld, first-class packaging’. Jason was feeling more and more important by the minute.

“If you want I can change the color, but we must get going.”

“The color is fine, you're right, let's get going.” Jason didn't know why the color of the envelope mattered- well he didn't know until Mors pinched at his shoulder the way someone would with a dirty sheet. There was a loud ripping sound, and then everything went dark.

Jason was in an airport.

Sure the airport had horrible lighting, was crawling with ghosts and ghouls alike and the only security dog onsite was a giant three-headed hellhound. Still, it was most definitely an airport security station. Jason watched as once-living men and women were guided through the velvet rope lanes. Children who died with their parents were ripped from the screaming arms of their mothers and carried down a separate path. A skeleton wearing a dark gray jumpsuit with the words, ‘Dog walker’, in bold black lettering held at least ten leashes in each hand. Golden retrievers, Dobermans, Pinchers, and Poodles dragged the poor man of bones through a gate marked as, ‘Easy Elysium’.

Jason looked at the ghouls in front and behind him searching for the young faces of Meg and Apollo, he was relieved when he couldn’t find either of them haunting the line. His heart grew lighter when he also failed to see Piper anywhere in the line.

The prophecy had come true. Jason was dead, but Piper had been saved.

“Next in line please.”

Jason had unknowingly made it to the front of the line. How long had he been standing here? Two minutes, an hour, a week? Stepping forward with his chin held high Jason tried to look more confident than he felt.

“Hello dear. If you could give me your name and godly parents I’ll get you sent off to where you need to go.” The woman had a strong Jersey accent and a high pouf. If she had solid flesh it would probably be coated in an ugly orange spray tan, but wisely Jason kept those very personal thoughts to himself. The last thing he wanted was to be sent to the fields of punishment or worse, the back of the line.

“My name is Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter.”

The receptionist began scrolling through her screen without a care in the world. She’s probably gotten far used to greeting sons and daughters of various Olympian and minor gods.

“Ok, here you are dear; Jason Grace, you have been scheduled for our express shipping.”

The Dead Jersey woman printed out what looked like a train ticket and stamped a red express seal of authenticity on it.

“Take this and go down that path,” She pointed off towards Jason’s right where the earthy ground of the underworld turned into a red carpet. “Give this ticket to the conductor and he’ll take you to meet the judges.”

Unlike Jason's walk to the kiosk, his walk to the train was devoid of others. Looked like not many people were able to get express shipping to meet the Council of the Dead.

When Jason made it to the station he was taken aback. The platform was made of carborundum that had been ground down into a flat and polished flooring. Four 20-foot columns of neptunite worked together to form a pavilion of pink ivory and diamonds, most of the architecture was marked with a Delta symbol like the one on Annabeth’s laptop.

None of the history books in Camp Jupiter talked about a train station in the afterlife.

“Ticket please.”

Jason embarrassingly tripped over himself. He hadn’t heard the conductor approach until he stood over Jason’s shoulder. The train driver wore a uniform that reminded him of ‘The Polar Express’. His name tag identified him as, ‘Jeff’, and Jeff was made entirely from bone.

The underworld truly was an interesting place.

Giving the skeleton his ticket Jason watched with rather childish amusement as the conductor punched several holes into it with his teeth.

“Stand back please.”

Jason backed into one of the back columns as the ground began to shake. A loud train whistle broke through the underground silence announcing the arrival of his travel vehicle.

The train was gorgeous. It was an all-black steam locomotive with golden wheels and doors, hooked to the back of the coal cart were eight passenger cars. It was the type of vehicle that you would see rich people in the UK ride on to get from one side of the country to the other.

“All aboard.” Even though Jason was visibly the only passenger waiting at the station the skeleton waved its arm in an urgent arc as if to say. ‘One at a time now and no pushing’.

The inside was just as expensive looking as the outside. The booths were either covered in black velvet or leather. The tables were numbered 1-20 events on the right and odds to the left. Lining the path were lanterns full of hackmanite. Jason sat down as the train began to speed through the underworld. During the trip the train made no stops, they were moving so fast that the long almost still-standing lines of ghosts blurred by like pavement markings.

In under five minutes, the train managed to cut across the underworld and stopped at the only other station lining the railroad.

“Now arriving at your final destination. The judges await you.” The doors opened with an ominous hiss. Jason walked through the doors and entered a room that looked like the courtroom on SVU.

In the judge's seat sat three men—the three judges of Pluto's court.

The three kings of the past, Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus sat on elevated thrones carved from black cassiterite. To Jason’s right sat an empty jury and to the side of the three kings sat a court reporter. The witness stands were composed of men and women wearing Nobel clothing from various periods. There wasn’t a bailiff present for the trial because once a person died they couldn’t be harmed until after they’ve been sentenced to an afterlife. Nothing Jason said or did in here mattered, nothing in his life would change. He’d either land someplace or the other and that was that.

Judge Aeacus slammed his gavel against his sandalwood sound block. “May the court rise for the judgment of one Jason Grace, son of Lord Jupiter and the deceased mortal Beryl Grace.” Around him, several undead witnesses rose to their feet awaiting the judge's next orders.

“Mr. Grace steps forward and enters the witness stand.”

Jason approached the stand on light feet. He did not fear what awaited him once he left this courtroom he was a soldier and a good one at that. He’s done plenty of amazing things that others would have crumbled under. Jason had nothing to fear.

The witness stand, rather than being to the left of the three judges, was built in front of them allowing the three kings to stare down at Jason like he was a bug under a microscope.

“May the plaintiff present all the evidence the court will acquire for today's hearing.”

A shawled figure crept into the room holding a black briefcase. Long purple chains dragged behind the plaintiff's legs and made a sound equivalent to a sword scraping against a stone.

Jason recognized the metal as Stygian Iron. It was the same material his young friend Nico Di Angelo’s sword was forged from. The people in the witness stand hissed at the glowing chains. Jason personally felt incredibly lucky that he was guarded on the witness stand.

The plaintiff presented the metal box on the judge's table, handing Aeacus the key before leaving the courtroom just as silently as they got in. Inserting the key into its designated slot Jason waited with bated breath at what he knew the kings were about to pull out.

A golden light bright enough to rival that of Apollo’s sun illuminated the room. When the light died down enough for Jason to gaze upon the judges again his breath caught in his throat. Lying in the palms of Judge Aeacus was a golden thread the size of Jason's

“I present to the court the unbiased life of Jason Grace.”

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Ik this chapter is short but each of the chapters get longer😤

Toward the end of writing this I was remembering minor details of the original series and Daedalus and his 'punishment' came to mind

You can also find this fic on my Ao3 under the same name and user

WORD COUNT: 2,192 Words

#pjo hoo toa #jason grace #trials of apollo #piper mclean #meg mccaffrey #apollo #lester papadopoulos

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mediocredoots · 11 months

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I KNOW SOME OF UR OCS, but idk the ships they go with. So I'll just ask the name of one and you can choose whoever you pair them with or lakfjwer you get it B) SO HARU!! and 3-4, 11, 17, 19, 24, and 30!

Lol well Haru and Vince are the few ocs that don't really have a permanent/fleshed out love interest. Haru I may draw self indulgent stuff with Apollo actually would not be interested in him more than a just a good ol buddy ol pal. He is however in love with the goddess of dawn, Eos who is his basically mentor's sister. For funsies though I'll answer for Apollo/Haru.

3. What was their first impression of each other? Haru was sent to Apollo by Helios to learn archery and his first impression of Apollo was he was very bright and if it weren't for his affinity to light he'd probably be blinded. Haru being a brand new god he gained some notoriety so Apollo thought he was very small and intriguing.

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much? Apollo always. Haru is a very bashful guy, he would have to very comfortable to find the courage to be able to.

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way? Haru doesn't mind but he wouldn't give Apollo a pet name or nickname as he'd think it would be extremely rude for him to. Apollo calls Haru many things from, my little godling/dear godling, ect ect.

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why? Yes and no. lol well Haru is naturally open and genuine with is feelings for the most part and wouldn't feel the need to hide anything from the god of prophecies. Apollo however very reserved about certain things. He simply feels Haru doesn't need to know the things he's done in his past. They do communicate well enough but if Haru accidentally digs into something Apollo doesn't wish to speak about he'll be quick to change the subject & Haru is never one to pry. He’s patient enough to wait for Apollo to open up on his own time.

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry? Since jewelry is a huge thing in this whole storyline ( their souls/powers and shit being tied to gems ) it would be a huge sign of trust to share. As for clothes no way lol haru is much to small and would drown in Apollo's robes.

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often? They are very similar in some regards, sharing the power of light, healing, and fiery heat. They are bubbly optimists who quite literally light up a room. However Apollo holds a very cruel side to him that Haru would never get or understand. They get along well until those other traits of Apollo’s rear their ugly head. The petty, arrogant, cruelness to him that Haru would boldly claim he dislikes.

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together? Haru's love language is probably a mixture of acts of service and physical touch. He thrives of being physical and doing anything for a loved one. While Apollo gives gifts as his main show of love while in return he loves words of affirmation. praise cuz ofc a god has a worship/praise kink. For the most part their love languages work. Haru does not mind giving compliments or lovely words to please Apollo, but he does get very modest and humble when it comes to accepting Apollo's gifts which sometimes upsets Apollo.

#answered #selkymaiden #oc tag #haru #*apollo #i should think of a ship name/tag for them to tag stuff better #thank you for asking me though ubububu

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elegyforiphigenia · 1 year

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CASSANDRA.

kinda spoilers for cassandra's loop in the burnt city. just to be careful -- trigger warning for, due to the behaviour of apollo and agamemnon, the potential of sexual-related assault. & credit to punchdrunk for the italicised rise up your stricken head bit!

i have always craved a different sort of desire; i am the girl who would savour six pomegranate seeds – i am the sort to crave a god. persephone forgets so let cassandra see.

it’s hunger of a different sort when i’m on my knees to apollo. the furious-devoted. come to the strange girl already in the shadows. you jest with mortals so dance with me.

that’s it. that’s it. sweetly now – don’t you see? i’ve always suffered on this brink, i’ve never known the world like this. breathe with me, teach me the sun they all possess.

scrape it into my eyes, so enlightened a third one might whisper. give me prophecy for i am a girl-hungry and a girl-scared. greed and fear are the mightiest beggars.

i’m awakening now - my lips contort with the gladdest of hearts – glad is too small for this infinite rise – i am cassandra, reborn – the world sings so clearly now…

…please!- no!- don’t...i never promised that. i churn at the invitation-demand of a god; i never knew what seeds they pushed to be swallowed. of course, i’m a fool.

a god can be so bright that given sight ends up blinding; i am the first to go that way tonight. i am locked into this perpetual screaming when i yell refusal.

he does not take me: instead from my sickness he plucks the third sort of seeds – the ones i sown, for now it is time to reap. i have hurled up my sister.

lacoön moulds clay into his own form swinging in mimic of her final punctuation. street prophets have no sympathy in their decrepit hanging.

no desire to share onwards – only i see his crafted whispers – hecuba does not hear my tales, tales is what she names them – we are the women of troy.

it is time: rise up your stricken head from the dust / lift up your throat / this is troy / come – she recites strong words and soldiers make our polyxena swing.

my gift gave her no birthday gift. no one would listen that her candle would soon be blown out. wild hair taking final breaths, beating the flames of men.

i halted a god from plucking me. she refused that enslaved fate from these mycenaean dogs. the men with scythes hover over this woodland.

agamemnon takes my hand.

i have always craved a different sort of desire; i am now the girl who allows her limbs to marionette themselves for a man who paints himself as hades.

for the second time, i am fluid enough that klub seems to drown amongst the sweat i exhaust into its floor – the minotaur there understands that the labyrinth is within me.

too many beasts want to prowl hungry in i, cassandra. they pretend a girl surviving reeks of seduction. red thread is sewn into her cheeks. knitted down across her lips.

these lips start up a dance of their own. if i tell this man that tonight, he shall die, that plucked flowers will poison him to everlasting sleep, he will be lethe to my words.

yet the river he walks upwards in is red. i urge him there through lonesome sand, thick ash that sticks in my toes – some stories say that i shouted his fate to an elderly chorus.

in this telling, i will not risk seeing if apollo released me. i always let the shadows keep me. my family thought me a stranger they loved. it is time for vengeance.

rise up your stricken head from the dust / lift up your throat / this is troy / come – mother, for polydorus, scream – for our sister, i will be silent.

#punchdrunk #the burnt city #cassandra #apollo #agamemnon

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1eos · 1 year

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MISS KENDRA please help a girl out I am desperate for someone with the knowledge of the sun moon and stars and is gifted with Apollo’s power of prophecy the guy I am talking to is an aquarius sun pisces moon and rising. do I run do I hide do I continue?!! I love you and thank you in advance a MILLION KISSES TO YOU!!!

honestly i do believe aquarius men are impossible to deal with but an aqua with a pisces moon is one of the best combinations you can get 😭 its like getting bit by a snake and it hurts but it wasnt venomous so its a win! the pisces moon actually gives the aquarius emotions they can't ignore and repress and they can actually be aware as to how others are feeling. its up to him if he does something with that information but an aqua w a pisces moon that's worked thru their emotional repression is gonna be someone with a really good handle on being analytical but also having a heart you know?

#now if it was a pisces with an aqua moon? RUN

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The seven + Nico, Reyna, and Rachel x Bestfriend!Daughter of Apollo reader

Jason Grace

Y’all are two peas in a pod.

He 100% will buy your paintings.

And listen to you play music.

He likes it best when you play guitar to him <3

He likes to do archery competitions with you.

“Y/N! Bet $5 I can’t shoot that target better than you can!”

You guys are just living your best lives

Kinda..

He’ll bring you along on quests and stuff, but he gets pretty protective.

He just doesn’t want to see you get hurt

11/10 bestfriend, he’s amazing!

Leo Valdez

He’ll repair your instruments for you if they break <3

And he’ll make you little thingys and stuff

The teasing is IMMACULATE

Sun-related puns >>>>>

And pick-up lines

But, in the most platonic way.

“Let me call you my sunshine and my rain because you make me hot and wet” “LEO WHAT THE FU—“

You two scare the living shit outta people

Y’all just scream. For no reason. It’s scary.

He’s a good boy tho <3

Piper Mclean

She’ll let you paint her

She wants you to paint her

You want to paint her

PLEASE. PAINT. HER.

She’ll say thank you afterwards and it’ll be her most prized possession

She’s so badass

You guys do eachothers hair

And make flower crowns

Flower crowns >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She gives the best hugs

And does amazing makeup

Like, if you need even eyeliner GO TO HER.

She makes sure you’re taking care of yourself and being kind to you

Percy Jackson

HE THINKS YOU’RE SO COOL

If you can control and manipulate light???? BADASS.

If you have the gift of prophecy he will kindly ask you to try to refrain from telling him any

Dude has too much on his plate, he can’t add knowledge of the future to that

You (jokingly) bully him for his terrible singing.

It’s so bad

His singing leaves Apollo kids shaking and trembling and scared it’s that bad /j

No but it’s not good

He watches you sing and is like ☹️

Like Jason, he’ll bring you along on quests but will try his very,very best to keep you out of harms way.

He tries his best, he really does.

Bad luck just seems to follow him sometimes

Please hug him

He loves hugs sm <3333

You get along great with Sally

You and her are like mother and daughter and it’s so funny to Percy

Annabeth Chase

You guys talk about art and architecture and crushes ALL. DAY. LONG.

You two are so chaotic together.

It scares everyone.

She’ll come over to your cabin after a long day of studying and using her brain and will just flop down on your bed.

You sing her songs about mythology

You actually get along with her siblings quite well!

Sleepovers >>>>

You try your very best to help her with her boy issues

You INSIST that Percy loves her back

And when they finally get together you feel so victorious.

“HAH! Told youu!!!”

She just groans in response, using her hand to hide the big grin on her face.

Hazel Levesque

You guys paint each others nails

And gossip about boys and girls

And brothers

(cough cough Nico and Will cough)

Y’all DEFINITELY do self care nights

And sleepovers

And just hang out together

It’s so fun.

Your head will lay in her lap while you guys sit under a tree and laugh about how obvious it is that your brothers are head-over-heels in love with eachother

Or will talk about Percy

(He’s cute, let’s admit it).

100000% Amazing bestfriend!!!

Frank Zhang

HE’S!!SO!!!SUPPORTIVE!!!!!

You and him will have archery competitions

And play fight

And sing badly along to Disney movies

It’s amazing

Sometimes people think you’re dating

Or married

It’s awkward telling others you’re not

But, aside from that y’all are completely chill!

He’s an AMAZING bestfriend

Can and will die for you

HE GIVES AMAZING HUGS

(Can you tell I’m in love with him???)

Seriously though, he’s great.

He will ALWAYS love and support you!

Please be nice to him <3

Nico di Angelo

He met you in the Apollo’s cabin once while he was waiting for Will to finish doing something.

You guys just awkwardly stared at eachother

Never speaking. Just staring.

For him it felt super awkward and uncomfortable and he was confused

For you it felt like a mutual understanding that you can and will hurt him if he hurts Will

Then you guys started getting along!

He won’t say you’re friends at first, but then will start willingly???hanging out with you????

Who would’ve guessed.

He’s beyond supportive

And you comfort him after everything that’s happened to him.

He’ll commission Leo to make you stuff

You guys 100% watch Hercules (the Disney movie) and geek out over it

And talk about Achilles and Patroclus and how they were clearly gay

Historians are just homophobic 🙄 /j

You and him are undeniably cute friends

Opposite aesthetic bestfriends fr

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

She will protect you at all costs.

Will drop EVERYTHING to help you

Your heart was just broken? She’s there.

You want to go get food? Hop in the car, we’re going to Wendy’s.

You wanna go on a roadtrip? We’ll stop at every Bucee’s we see.

She’s amazing <3

Stan her fr

You guys will talk about your days while she completes work and you strum your guitar

Just full on vibing

You help her fully relax a bit for once

She helps you smile

Besties 👯‍♀️

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Just the prophecy-telling bestfriends

You guys paint and hang and gossip

Talking about crushes and cute people >>>>>

You guys most definitely make portraits of eachother

You guys just have entire galleries of paintings and sketches the other made

It’s so cute.

Chaotic best friends definitely

Others WISH they had a friendship like y’alls

2 words, platonic soulmates.

You guys are just PERFECT

Clothes shopping >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You two are just perfect. It’s undeniable.

She’s perfect.

Y’all’s friendship is perfect.

Everything is just so sjbsshiahdhshsh <3333

But yeah,,

1 billion/10 bestie

She’s great!!!!

#pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #pjo fandom #annabeth chase x reader #Hazel Levesque x reader #frank zhang x reader #jason grace x reader #piper mclean x reader #leo valdez x reader

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Eyyy got any myths about Apollo and Artemis’s childhood? Actually even hcs would be interesting

Yes I do! There's so many tbh.

Artemis:

- shortly after her birth, she assisted her mother to give birth to Apollo. It's also said that she was born without causing any pain to her mother, and that's why she became the goddess of childbirth.

- Baby Artemis sat on Zeus' lap and asked for 6 favors that he should grant her (the list included remaining unmarried for eternity and having 60 nymphs as her companions).

- She tried to touch Zeus' beard but couldn't reach it. Zeus told her that he didn't mind facing Hera's wrath for children like her.

- She went to the kingdom of Oceanus, selected the nymphs for herself and came back with them.

- When she was 3 years old, Leto took her to the Cyclopes so that they can forge her a bow and some arrows.

- While they were at it, Artemis sat on the lap of one of the Cyclopes named Brontes and pulled off his chest hair. And apparently the hair never grew back on that part for him.

- After she got her bow, she went to Arcadia where she met Pan (who is most probably the son of Zeus and Hybris in this version) and he gave her hunting dogs.

- After that, she came across a herd of 5 deers. She captured 4 of them to draw her her chariot. (The 5th one escaped and went to the Cerynian hill, and this hind came to be known as the Cerynian hind. This hind was sacred to Artemis)

Apollo:

- When he was born the land, lakes and trees of Delos turned golden and an ambrosial scent was spread on the island.

- Also swans circled around the island seven times. This is the reason Apollo's lyre has seven strings.

- Soon after he was washed clean, he had to be bound by golden cords (because he was either a very wiggly baby or very strong. Or maybe both.)

- But once he was fed with ambrosia, even those cords failed to bind him. He broke free, jumped onto the ground and declared that he was going to be the god of music, archery and prophecy.

- his grandmother Phoebe gifted him the oracular shrine of Delphi for his birthday.

- When he was four years old, he laid a foundation and built an altar entirely made of the horns of the goats that Artemis hunted.

- The nymphs of Delos ran round the altar with their hands tied behind their backs, beat the altar and took a bite from the olive tree - they did this for "the sport and laughter to young Apollo". (I guess this is something like, parents making funny faces in order make their kids laugh)

- he learnt the art of pebble divination on his own (I'm not sure when exactly this happens though. Homer describes Apollo as "yet a boy following herds" when he learnt it.)

- He killed Gaia's child, Python with his bow and arrows. (Hyginus says Apollo was only 4 days old, Euripides says Apollo was still a child leaping in his mother's arms. There are artifacts too which depict Apollo as a little boy when he was slaying the beast.)

- Gaia was naturally pissed off. She started sending prophetic voices to mortals so that no one would consult Apollo. Pindar says that she even wanted to banish him to tartarus. But Apollo went to Zeus, wrapped his arms around his father and asked him to take care of this problem.

- Zeus, who was obviously very pleased by how ambitious his son was at such a young age, ruffled his hair and fulfilled his request by putting an end to Gaia's voice.

- it's said that his nurses were Aletheia, the spirit of truth, and Korythalia who is speculated to be connected with nurturing. (I guess this somehow played a role in Apollo becoming the god of truth and the nurturer of the young)

That's all I got from canon. Most of these stories are from Callimachus' hymns, really recommend them if you want some wholesome moments!

#Artemis #Apollo #Greek mythology #Seriously the twins probably have some of the most detailed childhoods #I would really love to draw some of these some day #The twins #Mine

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Chthonic Love Ch. 14

Series Summary: A Greek Mythology AU featuring Yoongi/Suga as Hades and reader as Persephone. Olympian ruler Namjoon has delivered you, Persephone, as a gift for his brother, lord of Death, Yoongi

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The next day inevitably came. Yoongi walked to the Enchanted door on the far end of the castle. He was ready to begin his defense assessment with Penthos and get this part of the day over with. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, he had barely slept the night before, wondering what he should do on his date with Persephone. He had been so shocked by the confession, he had immediately suggested a date. A date in the Underworld. He had never been on a date. He wondered if you had. He hummed lightly to himself as he approached the Enchanted doorway. He placed his hand on the sigils, and opened it. He pulled out his pocket watch, more a habit than anything. Penthos should be here any minute.

Yoongi heard clacking down the stairs and saw the demigod enter the antechamber. “Alright, let’s begin. Walk me through your investigation and let’s work from there.” Yoongi said, turning to head down the earthen staircase.

“Yes m’lord.” Penthos said, quickly walking past Yoongi to walk down the stairs first. Yoongi dutifully lit the torches along the walls. The two men heard scraping sounds, which Yoongi assumed were Arachne’s children skittering away from the lights. They reached the bottom of the stairway, the air musty and damp.

“Go head to the Golems. I need to speak with Arachne.” Yoongi commanded. Penthos hesitated for a moment. “Privately.” Yoongi added. The servant turned and headed towards the Western chamber. Yoongi stepped further into the cavern, Arachne’s hearing was better than even his, she should be here soon. He hummed lowly to himself once more. Would the sunken pools be better or the forest? He wondered, thinking about the few suitable locations to take you to.

“My Lord.” He heard Arachne’s strained voice as she entered the space. She bowed down upon her pincers.

“Arachne.” Yoongi greeted, waving at her to rise. “Penthos tells me you and your children have been hard at work protecting us. Well done.”

“Thank you Lord Yoongi. It’s the least we could do since you give us a home. But you know we hear things. We hear things down here. And we see things. So many eyes. So many ears. So. Many. Things.” Arachne clicked her eight legs against the floor.

“Oh?” Yoongi indicated he had heard her. This was unsettling even for Arachne.

“We hear things in the Northern Passage. What once was silent is no longer.”

“The northern passage? Hmm…” Yoongi tried to not show his fear. To the North were the mountains. There shouldn’t be any sounds. But he hadn’t checked on Tartarus in a long time, nor had he traveled to the other side of the mountain in centuries. “I will be checking it here shortly. When I depart can you please set some webbing and traps along there?”

“Oh yessssss…..We live to serve. If we catch anything may we eat it?” Drool began to pool within her maw.

Yoongi sighed. “If it seems human, God, or demigod you must keep it for me. Otherwise, consider it yours.”

“Yess yesssssss.”

“Arachne?” Yoongi spoke quieter now.

“Yes?” She matched his volume.

“If anyone else comes down here other than me, unescorted by me. Stop them. And I mean anyone. Do you understand?”

“Yes m’lord.”

“Excellent. Now, onto more pleasant items.” He returned his volume back to normal. “Lady Persephone would like to thank you personally for her clothing. I know you generally don’t like company. However, I thought I would ask.”

“The lady would like to speak to meeeee?” Her scratchy voice peaked in surprise.

A small smile formed on Yoongi’s lips. “She would.”

“Oh I don’t know. There’s so much cleaning to do for a lady. The floor is all dirt and I have so many eyes and my children are so loud.” She clicked her pincers together in worry.

“Well it’s your decision Arachne but I am sure she wouldn’t mind. Give it some thought and let me know. Also if you have some time, some new clothing for both of us, more suitable for traveling. Use your creativity.”

“Yes m’lord. Thank you. We live to serve.” She bowed once again.

“Take care Arachne, “ Yoongi said, wandering through the antechamber and to the Western passage where Penthos was waiting. The demigod was standing up on a platform, raised above rows upon rows of golems. Yoongi climbed the ladder to join him. He raised his hands, causing the golems to rise from their slumped figures into upright warriors. Four of the figures remained slumped. “I see. Yes, Hephaestus should be summoned.”

Penthos looked at Yoongi, “May I ask my Lord, if we are expecting trouble?”

Yoongi bent over, placing his large hands on the railing. He puffed out his cheeks in thought for a moment. A few weeks ago he wouldn’t have hesitated to tell Penthos anything. But lately, he had grown weary due to Penthos’ treatment of Persephone. “My brother has grown too comfortable with allowing himself access to my realm whenever he feels like it. Additionally, I eventually expect a visit from Hoseok. While I don’t anticipate any aggression, it would be best to remind people of their place.” Yoongi looked up and over at Penthos. “I rule the Underworld. I decide who enters and when.”

“Of course, my lord.”

Another movement of Yoongi's hands and the golems returned to their stationary positions. The two men exited the platform. “Penthos. You should prepare for trouble. Arachne says she has heard movement in the Northern Passage.”

“I found cracks there earlier this week. I reinforced them with Obsidian. What do you think it is?”

“I do not know. I cannot travel to the other side of the mountain without leaving the reapings. Be quiet.” The two men slowed down as they approached the darkened corridor. They continued to get closer. Penthos indicated to Yoongi several cracks running throughout that he had patched up with Obsidian. The damage was much more than Yoongi had anticipated. The two men finally arrived at the terminus and Yooongi slowly filled the space with blue light.

“M’Lord I just repaired this yesterday.” Penthos said, his voice filled with a rare tinge of feeling. The feeling was fear.

Large holes and fissures were forming along the wall. Yoongi pressed a hand up to them. Feeling nothing, he stepped back.

“Patch these up again. Arachne will also be laying out traps. I need to think about what else to do.” Yoongi ordered and turned to leave. “Do not disturb me.”

Penthos had already begun repairing the cracks with Obsidian, “Of course m’lord.”

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Yoongi paced angrily in his office. He had not been expecting that. Usually Penthos tended on the dramatic side so he had expected a few natural cracks within the stone. This was bad. He stopped for a minute and looked out over the Sea. Surely the Titans remained locked up. He did not wish to go to war again. The freedom of the Gods had been hard-fought and bloody. It wasn’t something he would wish upon anybody. He picked at his cuticles and thought about what to do next.

He heard a knock at the door and sighed in irritation. He had asked not to be disturbed. He walked over and opened it a crack, ready to lay into whoever it was. He was surprised to see you standing there. “HI Yoongi.” You said shyly. The two of you hadn't agreed upon a time for today so you had hoped to catch him before the afternoon reaping. “Did I miss the second reaping?”

Yoongi took a few seconds to recalculate, not wanting to take his anger out on you. He took out his pocket watch. It was almost time for the second reaping. Shit. And he had said he would take you on a date. Shit. The defense breaches had totally caught him off guard. “Persephone. Come in.” He opened the door all the way and walked back over to the window. “I should be getting ready for the second reaping, it’s a good thing you reminded me.Charon would be quite cross if we missed too many in a row. How are your hands today? " He looked over at you.

You raised an eyebrow. What on Earth would cause Yoongi to forget about a reaping? Lethe had changed your bandaging this morning to a looser wrap." they're getting better. Thank you. Is everything ok?”

Yoongi tapped his fingers against the window ledge. He didn’t want to worry you. But he also didn’t want to keep anything from you. He took a deep breath. “There’s been some problems with the walls in the area underneath the castle. The foundation is cracking. Arachne is hearing things on the other side of the wall. We don’t know if it’s natural or an offensive measure being taken against us. I don’t know. I haven’t had to actively defend in so long.” Yoongi let it all spill out. “I have no way of checking on Tartarus. I can’t leave here to check because of the reapings. Penthos is repairing the cracks and Arachne is laying more traps but I have no idea what else to do.”

You listened while trying to think of ways you could help. “Well, I can go and check for life signs to see if there’s anything on the other side of the wall. Would that be helpful?”

Yoongi looked over at you, surprised. “You can do that?”

“Yes. I can detect life signatures. I can also usually at least discern between animals, humans, and Gods. Demigods throw me off though.”

Yoongi nodded. “Ok. That would be a good start."

“Do you trust any other Gods who could go check on Tartarus? I know Namjoon isn’t high on the list but maybe Jungkook or Apollo could go? Or you could ask the fates. But their interpretation of things is always questionable…” You listed out various suggestions.

“Sorry, but in case you didn’t notice, there’s not a lot of allies in the realm of the Underworld. Jungkook would never fly down here. He’s terrified of me.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “And I don’t want to bargain with the fates. They always take more than they give. Their prophecies are so vague they are useless. But I appreciate the suggestions.” Yoongi sighed. “I have to write a letter to Hephaestus and then we can leave. I’m sorry. I meant to plan out a real date for later today, but then I got so caught up in this.” He gestured to the realm out the window.

“Hey, it’s ok. I would expect the defense of a realm to be more important. We can’t exactly enjoy a date if Titans are getting ready to bust through a mountain right?” You attempted to lighten the mood.

Yoongi gave you a small smile and headed over to his desk to begin writing. You walked over to the bookcase and perused the titles. Most appeared to be private notebooks.

"Alright, let's head out and give this to Charon." Yoongi stood up from his desk.

You stepped back from the bookcase and looked over. He looked exhausted. He sealed the letter and walked over to you, “Shall we?”

The two of you exited the castle and walked across the desert. Your arms wrapped around Yoongi's since your hands were still bandaged. You walked over to the Sea while Yoongi summoned the ships. You kicked at the rippling water and then stuck your hand in, feeling for any life. You waited to see if any signatures returned. You felt a few. Animal. Strange animals, but animals nonetheless. As predicted, and thankfully, there were no Gods or humans detected.

Yoongi had already started walking over to the channel, paralleling the movement of the ships. You wandered back that way, catching up to him. “You trying to ditch me?” You asked, playfully pushing against him.

He let out a low laugh, “Never. I need to make sure Charon gets this letter. Hephaestus is one of the few Gods who will come down here and we need repairs done.” He pulled the letter out and waved to Holly to open the gates. As he followed the ships into the cave you stayed with Holly.

“Hello pretty.” You said, petting one of the three heads. “Such a good doggy. Yes.” You scratched and petted him for several minutes while waiting for Yoongi. It was taking longer than normal today, you thought. You hoped everything was ok. The news about the caves was troubling. You were too young to remember the Titan wars and had taken peace for granted. You left a surprise for Yoongi and then headed back to the beach.

Yoongi exited the caves a few minutes later. He had received a letter from Taehyung, given a letter for Hephaestus, and had to deal with Charon complaining that he technically wasn’t a courier. Yoongi rolled his eyes and walked over to Holly. “You’re a good boy Min Holly. Wait a minute. Down boy.” Yoongi commanded the giant white animal. Holly gently rested next to the gate. Yoongi got closer and saw that three flower crowns had been placed on Holly’s heads. “Aish...what? Holly. You’re only supposed to listen to me.” He whined as he pet one of ears. One of Holly’s heads gave a perplexed look. “No boy, it’s fine it’s fine. But no one else. Ok? Only me and Persephone.” He found himself smiling. Now where did you go? He wondered.

You sat on the beach watching the strange black water ebb and flow. You had been here just over a week now and found yourself beginning to understand how time worked here and also finding it difficult to imagine ever leaving here. “Hey, you think you can just decorate my dog?” You heard Yoongi yelled with a smile on his face as he walked toward you.

You laughed. “It’s not a dog, it’s a Cerberus, remember?” You teased.

“Very funny. You’re right. And you’re lucky he didn’t bite you.”

“Yeah right. Holly loves me.”

Yoongi blushed, “You’re probably right about that too.”

“Well. This was supposed to be our date time, right?” You asked.

“It was.” He lamented.

“Where were you going to take me? What secrets does the Underworld still hold?” You gestured to the space next to you.

“I was still deciding between the pools or the forest.” He said as he sat down on the black sand.

“You really didn’t name anything else did you?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Nope. You can name them after you visit them. You’ll do a better job.” Yoongi kept looking out at the sea, afraid that if he looked at you he would start blushing and wouldn’t be able to stop. He was glad he found it so easy to talk to you.

"oh yeah? You just going to let me name everything here?" You flirted, looking over at him. You saw him. Smirk but he didn't respond. “Hmmm...well I suppose after we see if anything is trying to kill us, we can visit the forest first. But, the Stygian Sea is always a good date.” You smiled and put your bandaged hand gently on top of his.

He shook his hair out of his face and looked over. “This is a date?”

You laughed. “Yep. This is it. I’m making it official. This is our first date.”

Yoongi looked away blushing. “I’ve never been on a date before.”

“Whaaaat?” You let out before you could stop yourself. “Really? I mean, you’re just so handsome I find it hard to believe.”

He fidgeted. “Psh, well. I don’t know if I agree with you, but it’s not exactly easy to meet people in the Underworld. And before that we were at war.” He added, slightly embarrassed. “You’ve been on a lot of dates then, I suppose?”

“Oh, not really. I’ve been set up on a few dates through Jimin, you know being the whole God of Love he felt it was his job.” You rolled your eyes. “But never because I necessarily wanted to; just to be polite.” You squeezed his hand tighter. “You’re the only person I chose.”

Yoongi sat there for a minute, feeling like his cheeks were a million degrees. He had gone from happy to embarrassed to jealous to excited in a matter of about ten seconds and he was still replaying your words in his head. You’re the only person I chose. You’re the only person I chose.

“You’re the only person I would choose too.” He added quietly. “Not just because you’re like the only woman here.”

You laughed.”Oh gods, I didn’t even think of it like that but now that you mention it...”

“No. No that’s not how I meant it!” He became flustered.

“I know. I know. I’m just teasing you. Really.” You smiled and leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. “It was a very sweet thought, I’m sorry I ruined it by teasing you.”

Yoongi sat very still, afraid that if he moved he would find out this whole moment had been a dream.

You pouted for a second at the lack of response. Maybe he didn't like it and you shouldn't have kissed him "Well. I hope you forgive me. When do you want me to go check the mountains for life signs?” He turned towards you, his brown eyes full of an emotion you hadn’t seen before.

“Tonight if you don’t mind. I don’t think I can sleep soundly knowing there’s a chance something could happen to you under my protection.”

“Alright,” you said. It was your turn to blush. You had been on dates before, but nothing like this. Most were polite picnics in the forest where you started by telling them that you didn’t even want to be there, but were more than happy to hang out for a few hours. Most of the guys had been good sports, understanding that you weren't thrilled about being on a blind date.

Yoongi turned his face back to the sea. He didn’t know what he should do next. He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to seem improper or scare you away. “I got a letter back from Taehyung. He’ll be coming in two days.” Yoongi said solemnly.

“Alright,” You let out a breath. Things had suddenly seemed to turn more serious between the two of you. “So...I feel like I know the answer. But, you can’t ever leave here can you?”

Yoongi looked over, surprised by the question. “No. I can’t.” He suddenly felt sad, like it was the wrong answer even though it was the truth. Silence stretched between the two of you,but inside Yoongi's heart and mind were racing. "Is that a problem for you?" he asked so quietly you weren't sure if you heard him at first.

"No." You responded quickly. "I was just curious. That's all."

"Oh. Ok." he responded but still sounded sad to you. You scooted closer to him and rested your head against his shoulder. You felt him stiffen at first and then slowly relax against you. You tried to not notice him figuring out what to do with his arm. You giggled at his awkwardness. “What?” He asked.

“You’re cute.” You responded and pulled his arm so it wrapped around your waist. “There. Much more comfortable. If we were on Earth the sun would be setting right now.”

Yoongi settled into his new position, his fingers gently pressed against your side. “Do you miss it?”

“What? the sun setting?”

“No. Earth.”

You felt like you knew the reason he was asking. It was the same reason you had asked him he could leave. Neither of you wanted to say it. You shrugged your shoulders. “I miss the plants and animals. It’s strange being in a place devoid of so much of it. But, there are animals here. Just not right here. And there are plants here. At least in the castle. And maybe other places."

"If you weren't trapped here, when would you go back?" he forced himself to ask the question.

You tilted your head up towards his, trying to see his face. You couldn't. You sighed, "I don't know. I like it here." You felt a low rumble in his chest as he let out a small laugh.

"That's not an answer."

'It's the truth though." You snuggled into his shoulder some more.

“Well, I'm glad you like it here.” He responded and gently pulled you closer. NEXT CHAPTER

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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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Playing Santa for the Olympians

🎄Day 7 of 12 Days of PJO Christmas🎄

Percy had enough.

After the last two years of the gods messing up his Christmas breaks, he was ready to mess with them right back.

The only issue, though, was the fact that he couldn’t just go up to the 600th floor of the Empire State Building without a specific invitation, despite being involved in two Great Prophecy and saving the world twice.

But of course, that is why he forgave his father for the last two Christmas ordeals under the deal that he would help him prank the gods.

PSA: These drabbles are canon-compliant till HoO and just acknowledge the existence of Estelle. Also technology use is a thing.

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Percy was sitting on the floor in his cabin, wrapping up presents with a sparkly decorative red and green wrapping paper when Annabeth came into the room. She walked in with a bright ‘hello’ before coming over to stand behind his back.

“Hey,” he greeted, turning to look at her. It was the first time he’d seen her since breakfast because she’d been busy dealing with supervising the sparring ring, and he’d immediately holed up in his cabin to gather all the presents up and started wrapping them up properly the best he could.

She looked down at him with a bright smile, and she leaned down to brush her lips against his. He pulled away from her first, sending her a grin in return, and he watched as her eyes moved around the room to take in the roll of wrapping paper and the boxes he was surrounded by.

“Are you actually still wrapping presents?”

“Yeah, I am,” Percy confirmed, nodding. Annabeth moved to sit on his bed, crossing her legs underneath him.

“Percy, I know I’ve said that you have a talent to piss off the gods, but this...this is insane,” Annabeth spoke up incredulously. Percy looked up at his girlfriend, and he simply grinned. She rolled her eyes, and he knew she was well aware that there was nothing she could do to talk him out of this.

After the last two years of the gods messing up his Christmas breaks, he was ready to mess with them right back.

But of course, that is why he forgave his father for the last two Christmas ordeals under the deal that he would help him prank the gods.

“That’s the plan, babe. Dad’s helping me anyways, so it’s all okay.”

Annabeth sighed. “My mom’s going to kill you.”

Percy scoffed as he wrapped up a Kidz Bop CD, the gift he got for Apollo. Honestly, he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not he’d actually, genuinely enjoy the CD.

“Oh please. I don’t have that big of a death wish. I may want to prank the gods for Christmas at their Winter Solstice meeting, but I don’t want your mother to brutally murder me. At least I know the others would hesitate before killing me long enough for me to convince them not to kill me.”

“So she’s the only one that didn’t get the prank present?”

“Yup,” he responded, holding up a small jewelry box that was next to his ankle. He rested his elbow on his knee and put his chin on his hand as he watched her open up the box. Percy had contemplated what to get his girlfriend’s mother for a really long time, but he remembered that she had liked the necklace that Annabeth had gotten for Christmas senior year of high school, so after a week of searching, he had found the perfect gift.

Once he watched Annabeth let out a soft gasp at the sight of the bracelet, he knew he made the right decision. He had bought a thin silver bracelet with a gold owl charm hanging right in the center of the bracelet. The charm looked a lot like the one on Annabeth’s necklace, and he was hoping that her mother would genuinely like it.

Of course there was a chance that the other gods would be supremely pissed off about the entire situation, but that was something to deal with later.

“Percy,” she called out with a sly smile.

“What?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. He did know she loved him, and he loved her as well, but there was something off with the way she was smiling at him and the way her eyes were shining mischievously.

“Did you just match the bracelet with my necklace?”

Percy glanced down at his hands, suddenly feeling shy. “Maybe.”

“That’s so cute that you’re trying to impress my mother.”

“Well considering the fact that it’s been four years since we started dating, and she still hates me, I figured it was worth a try to bribe her into liking me.”

“Valiant effort, Perce.”

Percy huffed a laugh but turned back to wrapping the rest of the presents. He heard the bed sheets shuffle as Annabeth moved off the bed, and then she came to sit down next him, their knees brushing. She leaned into him a bit, and he welcomed the warmth she brought with her. He shifted slightly so she could easily lean on him but he could also easily continue wrapping the presents. She settled her chin on his shoulder, and they sat in silence as eventually she picked up one of the boxes and started wrapping it as well, helping him. Percy reined in a smile. He knew that despite her open judgement, she was excited to see the gods freak out at their presents.

He knew he definitely was, but suddenly a thought came to mind.

“Hey Annabeth?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I should bring Nico and Jason with us just to make sure my dear uncles don’t murder me?”

“Probably.”

“Good talk.”

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An hour and half later, Percy had managed to wrangle Nico (who wouldn’t come without Will), Jason (who ended up dragging Piper), and Annabeth into coming up to Olympus with him.

They were in the elevator — the normal elevator music having changed to Jingle Bell Rock —, each person holding a stack of boxes to give to the gods, and Percy couldn’t stop vibrating. He was excited, but there was also that slight tinge of worry he felt that he was going to be immediately struck on down the spot.

If anyone asked him, though, he would immediately deny the worry.

He was the Savior of Olympus.

He was fine.

“So, what’s the plan?” Jason asked, looking at the stack of presents in his hand. He looked apprehensive, which was fair enough considering it was his and Piper’s first time going up to Olympus. Will hadn’t been up there either, but he didn’t seem all too worried.

“We go up there and just say that we’re surprising them for Christmas, and then hand out the presents.”

“What happens then?” Piper asked.

“We hope that Percy isn’t immediately murdered on the spot,” Nico responded dryly.

Percy groaned. “I’ll be fine.”

“Then why am I with you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

He had a point there.

“Because,” Percy responded, stretching out the word slightly, “I needed people to carry the presents up with me.”

Nico blinked at him a few times and sighed. “I can’t believe I liked you once upon a time.”

Annabeth snorted as Piper barked out a laugh. “I heard the story about Percy traveling with Rachel, you and Annabeth. All three of them liked him at the same time, and he was still so oblivious.”

Percy watched as Jason bit his lip in an effort to not laugh, but his shoulders were shaking, and Will simply grinned.

“How did this turn on me?!” Percy whined, looking between his friends and girlfriend.

“It took me making the first move twice before he asked me out,” Annabeth spoke up, grinning as she bumped her shoulder with his. He swatted her away with his free hand.

“I was more occupied with trying to live past sixteen!”

“And here you are at twenty, still waiting for me to make the first move.”

Percy narrowed his eyes at her and started speaking without thinking, “You certainly didn’t make the first move when we—”

“Okay! We don’t need to hear about your sex life,” Jason groaned. Annabeth blushed, and Percy just laughed. Thankfully, they were almost to the 600th floor, which saved Percy from having to reply fully.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and they walked up to Mount Olympus and into the gathering room.

The 12 Olympians and Hades were sitting in their chairs in their ten-feet tall God form, discussing something that Percy wasn’t too inclined to pay attention to. Poseidon had turned to look at him first, and his father sent him a wide smile, immediately standing up and cutting off whatever Hera was saying.

“Percy!” his father greeted, walking towards him and changing into his smaller, more human form as he walked closer.

“Hey, dad,” he greeted. He heard the other gods stop talking, now paying attention to them.

“What are you doing here?” Poseidon asked, a wild glint in his eyes. Percy tried not to laugh at the overexaggerated acting.

“We brought Christmas gifts! We knew that everyone would be here for the meeting, so we decided to play Santa and surprise you guys.”

“Oh that’s wonderful!” Aphrodite exclaimed, also walking closer in her human form. Percy tried not to glance at her too much. With the few glances that he took, he realized that she looked like his girlfriend, and he wasn’t going to lie, it was kind of messing with his brain. He was aware, though, that she made her way over to Piper.

The rest of the gods had slowly made their way over, and they all decided to try to move towards the center of the room. Percy was excited to let the gods open their presents, but he was also appreciating just how open the gods looked at their arrival. Apollo had wrapped Will up in a hug, and Zeus was awkwardly standing by Jason, both of them looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. Nico was talking to Hades, and he looked over at Annabeth smiling softly at her mother.

“Is everything ready?” his father asked, bringing Percy’s attention back to the matter at hand. Percy grinned.

“Yup.”

“Alright, then. Everyone, Percy says the presents are ready to be given out,” Poseidon announced. Percy shared a quick glance with Annabeth, and she shrugged as if to say this is it, good luck.

Percy, Jason, Nico, and Will first gave the presents to their respective fathers, and they all returned to their original spots to distribute the rest of the presents as Piper and Annabeth gave the gifts to their respective mothers.

Within minutes, everyone had their presents, and at first, the gods looked at the Big Three, waiting for them to open them first. Percy bit his lip to prevent any preemptive laughter escaping him as they opened the presents. Poseidon had promised to be fine with whatever present he got as long as it wasn’t good to make sure he wouldn’t get caught as being in on the plan.

Zeus opened his long, thin wrapped box first, and he paused as he pulled out an incandescent tube light with the words LIGHTNING ROD scribbled over it.

His father opened his gift only for him to pull out a pack of Korean seaweed, and Hades just paused when he took out an anatomical skeleton with a pack of chocolate pomegranate seeds with a post-it note that read For Persephone.

“What is the meaning of this, Jackson?” Zeus boomed, and Percy quickly glanced down, trying not to laugh. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his friends also all shaking with the effort to stay quiet and for the first time he was glad that none of them had seen what he had bought because their reactions were absolutely hilarious.

Noticing that those three gifts were clearly prank gifts, the other gods quickly opened theirs. Hera was given a Ken doll wearing a tux and a Barbie doll wearing a wedding dress, clearly for playing house. Ares was given a stick with a note that explained that it was a weapon, and Percy watched as he immediately just flung it across the room, the stick hitting a wall and falling to the ground. Hermes opened his to find a glitter explosion as he pulled out fake fairy wings with so much glitter that it was flying everywhere. He just grinned, though, laughing at the prank. He winked at Percy, clearly pleased by the idea and the execution.

Aphrodite gasped in outrage when she opened hers to find a makeup palette for kids with the most boring colors that he could find while Hephaestus groaned in confusion when he opened his to find an Easy Bake Oven.

“Percy Jackson!” screamed out Dionysus as he pulled out a bottle of grape juice with the words WINE scribbled over the original label, and that must’ve been the only time in the last year that he had called Percy by his real name.

Artemis snorted when she saw that she was holding a Rudolph plush with a small card that read “It’s nice that they made one of your deer hunters a plush,” and Apollo happily pulled out his Kidz Bop CD, rushing to find a speaker to play it with. Finally, Demeter groaned as she opened hers up to find a Costco size package of Wheat Thins.

They all, except Hermes, Artemis, and Apollo, looked absolutely appalled at their gifts, and Percy had to admit that his father had gotten better at acting. Athena was the only one who hadn’t received her gift yet, and that was only because Percy didn’t want to make it such a big deal at the moment, and he was hoping that the goddess would see the present in his hands and would wait till later to ask about it.

“Care to explain yourself, Jackson?” Hades hissed just as the Kidz Bop CD started playing a cover of Oops...I Did It Again. That was the breaking point for the demi-gods because Percy and his friends doubled over with laughter, even Nico. Percy couldn’t believe how perfect the prank ended up working, and he sincerely wished that he had a camera to record the entire thing.

“Man, everytime Annabeth said that Percy had a gift for ticking off the gods, I didn’t realize she meant that literally,” Piper gasped, leaning against Will. “Percy, I don’t need anything from you this Christmas. This was enough of a gift.”

“Gods, that was priceless,” Will responded. Percy looked up at the gods again, and most of them had realized that it was kind of funny because their lips were twitching.

“How dare you,” Zeus complained, moving towards Percy (probably to strangle him), but Poseidon stepped forward.

“Brother, it’s Christmas. Let it go. Besides, your room could use some lighting.”

Zeus growled at Poseidon, but backed off regardless.

“There better not be a next time, Jackson,” Hades warned, and Percy saluted in response, his cheeks hurting from the laughter. The gods started breaking up, speaking to one another and his friends went to talk to them as well, taking the chance to reconnect with their parents.

Percy and Annabeth made their way over to Athena in the meantime who had simply been standing off to the side, watching.

“I assume my present isn’t a prank?” she asked once they got closer.

“Uh, no,” Percy responded. “I didn’t think it was a good idea.”

“You were scared.” It wasn’t a question, and Percy didn’t feel like responding so he simply handed her the present with Annabeth quietly watching.

She took the present and opened it slowly.

“It’s a bracelet matching the necklace you got my daughter,” she spoke, lifting it up slowly and looking at the necklace around Annabeth’s neck. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem, Athena.”

“You...are not as bad as I thought.”

Annabeth smiled at Percy, and he beamed, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Thank you.”

Percy was surprised at how well everything had gone because usually, things didn’t go his way.

Until Apollo cried from across the room.

“How come she got a proper present?!”

“What?” Aphrodite cried.

“Percy!” Poseidon exclaimed. Percy winced; he hadn’t told his father about that part of his plan.

“Woops?”

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This is the last of the Christmas with the Gods plotline for the 12 days! I’ve really enjoyed writing these haha

Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo fic #percabeth #percabeth fic #the olympians show up #percy is a lil shit #12 days of christmas #12 days of pjo christmas

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thelightiningthief · 4 years

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first of all, SORRY that this is coming much later than probably expected!!!! i’m So Bad at writing things in a timely manner

second of all, timelines are....not my strongsuit, so i’m gonna make this idk the summer between botl and tlo so PLEASE bear with me here

chilly summer evenings

Percy lay on the bottom bunk of Cabin 3, staring up at the pictures stuck between the frame and the mattress above him. His arm had already gone numb from propping up his head, but that was the least of his worries.

It was the first of August. The beginning of the month that decided his fate. Well, Percy would be the one making the decision, but it was still the Big Month everyone had been waiting for: the prophecy coming true, the imminent war, Kronos’s impending return in Luke’s body. All of it put a sour taste in his mouth that the fresh sea breeze from the Long Island Sound couldn’t whisk away. It wasn’t like he could do anything right now, though, so why was he still up?

Well, there was one picture in particular that kept drawing his attention: It was him and Annabeth after they’d just won the chariot race together, right before Thalia had been de-tree-ified. The edges of the photograph were frayed from how many times he’d held it in his hands, shoved it into his pockets, and crammed it into whatever small space he could. While it was supposed to be in the Big House on Chiron’s cork board, Percy had asked him if he could hold onto it until the end of the summer. Chiron knew this might be his last summer (hell, it might be the last summer any of them would enjoy), so he relented it to him. Ever since, Percy had stared at it any chance he got, memorizing the happiness it held. A small glimmer of hope.

What he was really looking at, though, the thing that sourced all of that hope in a tiny bottle, was Annabeth’s smile. Percy must have already traced that giant and rare smile a thousand times, practically having imprinted it to the back of his eyelids, but he didn’t think he could ever get sick of it.

Things between them had been... Strange. Good strange! Well, sometimes bad strange... But overall just strange? Did that make sense?

Who was he kidding—nothing made sense anymore. They were on the brink of war for Zeus’s sake! But Annabeth had kissed him before he almost died (for the bajillionth time), but they still hadn’t talked about it. Every time Percy even thought about bringing it up to her, his head felt like cotton and he couldn’t feel his knees. At first, he thought a wood nymph was messing with him, but Grover and Beckendorf both said he was probably just nervous.

They were a lot closer than last summer. But he could say that about any of his friends! Him and Beckendorf had been talking a lot more, too! Most of their talks had to do with Annabeth and Percy’s giant crush on her, but that was besides the point.

Before he could even consider actually turning in for the night, there’s a sharp rap at his door. His body is up with a hand flying to his—oh, right, he’s in boxers. Percy considers his game plan when there’s another knock, a bit more urgent this time. “C’mon, Seaweed Brain! It’s freezing out here!”

His once held breath catches in his throat. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to late nights like this with Annabeth, but it was the first one since everything went down. Since they’d destroyed the Labyrinth. Since he’d practically killed himself. Since she’d kissed him.

“That’s it, I’m just coming in,” she huffed out, clearly annoyed. (Wasn’t the first time, wouldn’t be the last time.) Then Percy’s cabin door was opening right before his eyes to reveal... No one. Just a gust of cold wind that raised goosebumps on his bare skin. He shivered as the door closed just as eerily, and Annabeth finally took off her Yankee’s cap only to punch his arm.

“Ow!” he winced and rubbed the spot. “What was that for?”

“Dude it’s freezing out there, and you were just standing here? Figures,” she rolled her eyes and threw herself onto his scattered bed.

Percy bristled at the slight jab. “Well, sorry! You kind of just dropped in!”

“Excuse me, I came in the front door. And you had more than enough time to put on pants, at least,” she pointed out, covering his lower half with her hands with a giggle.

A harsh blush crept up his cheeks, and he quickly moved to his dresser as she continued to laugh at his embarrassment. He was just buttoning up his jeans when Percy noticed Annabeth was lying back on his bed, mimicking the pose he’d held just ten minutes before. In the dim light from the moon, he could just see a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Where’d you get all these pictures?” she whispered out.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking over to the fountain Poseidon had gifted to him. “Uh, all over, I guess? They just kept popping up, and I’d asked Chiron if I could have a few.” He said the last part faster than the rest, hoping she wouldn’t pick up on it.

Annabeth’s head perked up to look at him sideways, her gray eyes a bit wider than they had been a moment prior. She searched his own green ones for an answer to an unasked question. It wasn’t difficult for Percy to feel as though he were being scrutinized and start to feel self conscious about the whole situation. Was she seeing right through him?

“What? I just—I just wanted the memories, I guess,” he mumbled out, crossing his arms semi-defensively.

She peered up at him for longer, her eyebrows coming down slowly yet decisively. He didn’t know if he should say something, but he didn’t even know where to start. Yeah, I’ve pretty much collected pictures of us to stare at late at night, because I kinda really like you. In fact, you caught me in the middle of doing that tonight! Ha! Great timing, by the way. Gods, that’d just be weird!

Suddenly, she was up and dragging him by the arm out the door of his cabin. “Let’s go, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy barely had enough time to snatch his blanket from the bed before they were thrust out into the chilly evening air. There was no need to worry about harpies with impending war, but Apollo and Artemis seriously needed to work something out, because it felt completely unprecedented to be this cold at the beginning of August. His teeth were chattering by the time Annabeth had plopped herself down on the sand of the beach, dragging him down with her; she took the blanket clenched in his freezing fists and worked determinedly to wrap them both within it.

After a moment of simply basking in the sudden warmth, Percy became uncomfortably aware of how close he was to Annabeth. To make matters worse, if he scooched even a little to his right, the blanket would completely relent and let in that frigid sea air. So, he sat perfectly still, not wanting to give her the wrong impression.

“You okay, Perce? We can go back if you want,” she said with a slight twinge in her voice that made him look at her for what felt like the first time that night.

Her hair was glowing in the moonlight, silver as if she had joined the Hunters, yet still that bright golden ray of light Percy was so accustomed to seeing a dirty blonde after weeks on a quest. The gray streak that matched his own was tucked behind her ear, and a reminder of a time of longing that he’d rather forget. It was difficult to see in just moonlight, but he could definitely tell her cheeks were flushed, especially with all the staring he was doing at her. In all honesty, it felt as if he were studying a painting. A splash of freckles and a few stray zits were scattered across her face, like brush strokes to a canvas.

However, it was her eyes that made him see the true meaning behind the work. People may call Percy dumb, but there was no mistaking the trust Annabeth was pouring into her downturned, storm-cloud eyes. They were focused so forcedly on his own, that he couldn’t help but come back to them each time he attempted to look at the rest of her face. It took him by surprise, because how could she trust someone like him so wholeheartedly? He’d nearly gotten her killed too many times—at some points he had almost been the one to do it.

“How can you do that?” he asked, looking out to the waves crashing on shore and breaking the trance that was Annabeth.

She had been leaning in just slightly, but jerked back just as much once he wasn’t looking at her anymore. Blinking slowly, Annabeth narrowed her eyes. “What d’you mean?”

He sighed almost exasperatedly, but it was too halfhearted to get anywhere. The next set of waves crashed a little harder than before. “I mean, how can you look at me like I’ll never do anything to hurt you? Like I’m not—not about to decide the fate of the world? Not about to destroy everything just by existing? St. Helen wasn’t even me trying, Annabeth. What else am I capable of?”

There was silence. As silent as it could get with a heavily breathing boy on a beach with a girl looking at him with that kind of look so full of something that everything has to be quiet, just for the time being.

“Percy...” Annabeth started, quieter than the now-swirling sea, “Do you think I’m afraid of you?”

His eyes found hers again, both of their eyebrows knit together like the sweaters they’d wished they brought. Again, Percy was so aware of her warmth seeping into him, keeping him present. “Why wouldn’t you be?” His soft voice carried itself to span the few inches between them, once more holding the weight of the world in their midst.

For a second, Annabeth looked as though she was going to laugh, but decided against it. At first, it could be brushed off as a ridiculous thought, but she knew what Percy was capable of right now—what about when he grew more fully into his powers? She shook her head, No, not even then.

“Percy.” She said his name more resolutely this time, placing her hand on his shoulder to turn him towards her. “You may have power none of us will ever know, but...you’re you. It’s not like you’re some evil mastermind plotting against us.”

A single, unsaid name hung in the air.

“How do you know, though? You’ve heard the prophecy.” Percy’s eyes were searching her own again, looking for some hint of doubt.

Annabeth sighed sadly, letting go of his shoulder and pulling him into her arms. “Because—‘Cause the Percy I know wouldn’t destroy a world with his mom in it. The Percy I know wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose.” She took a cold breath, smoothing her hand on his back. “And the Percy I know wouldn’t let some stupid prophecy try to stop him from protecting the people he loves.”

Percy stayed still, frozen, but not from the midnight air. “How do you know I’m that Percy still?” The whisper was slightly muffled from Annabeth’s curly hair, but she’d heard him all the same, as signaled by her hand stopping in the middle of its up and down motion.

“I just know.” And it was said with the finality only a daughter of Athena could possess, could hold within her, and could throw back at someone whenever they questioned her.

It was no use for Percy to fight it anymore, so he finally, finally, finally relaxed into her arms, pulling his own around her. The waves slowed on the beach, taking to being pulled by the moon once again. And, for once, they simply sat there, surrounded by a now-sandy blanket that he’d probably have to wash the next morning and an unrelenting breeze that hardly bothered them. Sure, in two weeks time Percy would most likely be dying at the foot of a crumbled Olympus, but he couldn’t worry about that with the cool sea air filling his lungs and Annabeth’s calloused hand rubbing circles into his back. No, that could wait with the blanket.

#asks #fic prompts #percy #annabeth #percabeth #ok this prompt is from...quite a while ago #but! i did it 😌#i hope it’s good??#i know it doesn’t exactly capitalize a lot on the chilly summer evenings #but i made sure to mention it more than once LMAO #pjo #mine

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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Names for all four, please?

My dear @that-ravenpuff-witch asked for this too! <3

1. Names: What does it mean? What origin is it? Why did you choose it?

“Carewyn” is derived from the Welsh name “Caerwyn,” which can either mean “blessed” or “white fortress”...which yeah, I kind of thought was awfully appropriate for a heroine who’s destined to break curses inside a castle! I’d actually discovered the name while working on another project, planning to use it for a more villainous OC -- but the meaning just really seemed to suit this Slytherin paragon character I wanted to make! I see it being an old family name amongst the Cromwell clan that her mum Lane picked on a whim.

“Lane” comes from Carewyn’s mother, Lane Cromwell. It’s actually a traditional middle name in my own family -- both my aunt and mother, two of the three women who inspired Lane, have it as their middle name. That same aunt, who’s our family’s resident genealogist, has said it originally was someone’s maiden name that they preserved after marrying into our family by giving it to their daughter as a middle name, and it may even have been derived from the Scottish “MacLane” prior to that.

“Cromwell” comes from the character Aggie Cromwell from my personal favorite Disney Channel Original Movie as a kid, Halloweentown. Appropriately, Aggie Cromwell is a witch played by the marvelous Debbie Reynolds (RIP), who also had one of the single best lines ever written in my opinion: “Being normal is vastly overrated.” Interestingly even Aggie’s daughter Gwen leaving her magical heritage and world behind to marry a human kind of parallels Carewyn’s mother Lane leaving her abusive magical family and marrying a Muggle!

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Jacob’s name comes from the game Hogwarts Mystery, of course, but in my headcanon, it was an old family name Evan picked, just as much as “Carewyn” was an old family name Lane picked. “Jacob” was the name of Evan’s great-uncle, who raised him more than his own father ever did. (Hmm, wonder if that’s why Evan had such few instincts about how to be a father himself...) The name “Jacob” can mean either “to supplant” or “to follow” in Hebrew -- I’d say Jacob Cromwell is the sort generally to supplant those less talented than him, but he will also always follow along after his sister to keep her from harm. :)

Evan is -- as mentioned -- Jacob’s father name. “Evan” is a form of John (meaning “God is gracious”), but it also can mean “young warrior.” I’d say that meaning fits both Evan (who saw himself as “swooping into Lane’s rescue” during their courtship) and especially Jacob (who quite frankly would be a hat-stall between Wampus and Horned Serpent if he went to Ilvermorny).

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Erik is a Norse name meaning “eternal ruler.” I picked it, however, as a salute to one of my favorite book and Broadway musical characters -- Erik the Phantom of the Opera.

Landon is an English name meaning “from the long hill.” Phillip and Sadie picked it as a tribute to Lando Calrissian, who was one of Phillip’s favorite Star Wars characters. That deep love of Star Wars is one of the few things he was able to pass onto Erik before his death.

Apollo is the name of the Greco-Roman god of light, music, and prophecy. Not only does Erik have bright curly blond hair, a gift for prophecy, and a love for all genders just like Apollo, but I also based his appearance largely on another character nicknamed “Apollo” -- ma chere Enjolras, from the book and Broadway musical Les Miserables.

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Anastasia is a Russian name meaning “resurrection.” It’s most associated with the Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov, the youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Nicholas II. I’ve been in love with the story of the Romanovs ever since I saw the Don Bluth film when I was seven, at which point I dived headlong into studying the real story behind the Romanovs and never looked back. I became such a historian on that chapter in Russian history as a kid that I even helped my 7th grade History teacher teach it to the rest of the class -- and I knew things he didn’t!! Behold, thou have spotted a nerd here. XD;;;

“Marian” has a lot of possible origins. It’s most often associated with “Marie” or “Mary,” which can mean “bitterness” or “sorrow,” but it’s also been associated with the name Miriam meaning “rebelliousness.” It of course is also associated with Robin Hood’s fair love interest, Maid Marian -- and well, I’ve already said I blame @cursebreakerfarrier for inspiring me to get cracking on this character after she posted about her boy Robin Isherwood! XDD

Read is the Old English spelling of the word “red,” which of course is one of Gryffindor’s house colors. Interestingly, however, I initially picked it because I wanted to make an inside joke within Anastasia’s name, just for my own sake. One of my other favorite parts of history to study is the Golden Age of Piracy, and two of my favorite pirates from that era are Anne Bonny and Mary Read. So we have Anastasia Marian Read. (Her mother’s even named Bonnie too!)

HPHM/HPMA Asks!

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