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poseidonsdaughterthesiren · 4 months

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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Three

Saphire waves crash against the shore. Pink orange, and purple blend together like watercolor paints. Seagulls squawk in the background. Della’s hair floats in the gentle sea breeze. In the distance, there is a cabin–no the cabin. The cabin her family rents every year. How did she get here?

Squeals of joy come from a merry-go-round in the distance. A young boy and girl with sandy blonde hair.

“Percy let’s go look for shells,” says the young girl.

“Again? Del, we have a whole pail full,” Percy laughs.

Young Percy and Della make their way to the shore walking straight through current-day Della. This was the summer before they went to camp half-blood. Before everything changed forever.

“Perc?”

“Yeah, Del?”

“You think we’ll always be together?”

“Yeah Dummy you’re stuck with me,” laughs Percy. He scoops up some more shells from the sand.

“What if we get separated?” asks young Della

“I’ll always find you Della.” Percy places some shells in the pail.

“You pinky promise?” Della holds her pinky out to him.

“Pinky promise.”

“Oh look sea glass!”

“Wow!”

“You need to wake up Adella Jackson,” a female voice calls. Hera.

Della pulls her attention away from the past. She lays her eyes on her least favorite goddess. She appears disheveled–imperfect.

“That was you in the vision. What do you want Hera?”

“I need you to free me,“ Hera says.

“Yeah, you’ve said that to a lot of people, it would seem. What do you need me for? You don’t like me.”

“Unfortunately, I need you. Your brother too.”

“Percy? What do you…you–you took him didn’t you?”

“It’s necessary. You’ll see. He and the son of Jupiter are valuable heroes.”

“Where is he?!” Della advances closer to the annoying goddess.

“He is safe, I need him. I need all of you.”

“What do you mean–all of us?”

Hera begins to fade away. “Free me daughter of Poseidon. Wake up…”

Della’s eyes snap open to white curtains. She sits up chest heaving.

“Della? Oh, thank goodness! You had me worried,” exclaims Rachel. The redhead gets up from the other bed that contained Piper.

Piper, what is Piper doing in here?

“What–what happened?”

“Well, Hera hijacked me and you too. Will said he found you hovering above the lake and then you fell out of the sky. He brought you to Chiron and you blacked out.”

That explains why Della feels like she got trampled by a pegasus.

“So, what do we know? About Hera’s disappearance.” Della begins fidgeting with her necklace.

“Not much,” sighs Rachel. She passes a bit of ambrosia to her. “All we know is you, Jason, and Piper all had the same vision.”

They all had the same vision. That means there’s a quest afoot. But how does she tie into all of this? And why did Hera take Percy? Did she also take Jason? Wait if Jason doesn’t have his memories–oh no, no wonder she and Annabeth can’t find Percy–he doesn’t remember who he is. She nearly drops the ambrosia.

“You good?” Rachel asks, “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Umm yeah…I think I’m just hungry.”

“You missed dinner.” Rachel gives her a look. She doesn’t believe that’s just it.

Della groans.

Rachel settles herself on the foot of Della’s bed. The silence is awkward, to say the least.

Della starts fidgeting with her necklace.

“Del–”

“Rach–”

“Sorry, you were going to say something,” says Della.

“Del, do you remember what you said before you passed out?”

“Not really no.”

“You said you could see Percy.”

Della stops her fidgeting. “What do you mean?”

“You had just slipped out of Beth’s grasp when you said, “Percy, I can see you.” Then you dropped to the floor. We thought you’d died for a moment.”

She’d said she’d seen Percy? Della racks her brain for a moment–when it hits her- Percy with a backpack running by a freeway. He looked so confused.

“I don’t know…I thought I saw him running by a freeway–I don’t know. But I think I know why we can’t contact him.”

“Why?”

“You can’t tell Annabeth,” Della sighs.

Rachel sucks in a huge breath. “Why can’t I tell Annabeth?”

“I think–I think Hera took his memories away…like Jason.” Della sighs.

“Oh shit, no wonder we can’t find him he–”

“He doesn’t know who he is,” Della finishes Rachel’s sentence.

On the other side of the room, Piper lets out a groan.

Rachel gets up from the foot of Della’s bed to check on her.

Della pushes her back a bit. She slips out of the bed ignoring the dull ache everywhere and slides her sneakers back on. She moves over to Pipers bed.

“Nectar?”

“The drink of the gods,” Della explains, “In small amounts it heals demigods, too much and you’ll burn to a crisp.”

“Oh fun,” says Piper.

“Changing the subject a bit. Do you remember your vision?” Rachel asks.

A look of dread passes over Piper’s face. There’s something else bothering the girl as well.

“Something’s wrong with the goddess. She told me to free her like she’s trapped or something. She mentioned the earth swallowing us and a fiery one, and something about a solstice.”

“Well at least she gave you detail,” mutters Della.

In the corner, Argus makes a rumbling sound from his chest. His eyes al flutter at once.

“Hera created Argus,” explains Rachel, “He’s actually pretty sensitive when it comes to her safety. We’re trying to keep him from crying, because last time that happened it caused quite a flood–”

“Took forever for me and Percy to clear that water out,” Della sighs. She like Argus tries not to cry. Gods, she misses her brother.

Argus grabs a tissue from a nearby Kleenex box and passes one to Della. She smiles at him. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Wait, you’re the girl from earlier–Della right? You said at least she gave you detail what do you–”

“It appears Hera also wants me to rescue her.”

“Oh,” Piper says. She twiddles her thumbs. “Annabeth said you’re Percy’s twin sister.”

“Yeah, Daughter of Poseidon, a cursed child at your service,” Della jokes. If she doesn’t joke she will break down.

“What do you mean by–” Piper shakes her head. “So…What’s happened to Hera?”

“We’re not sure,” Rachel says, “But Annabeth had an idea–something to bring back his memories.”

“That’s-that’s great,” Piper says. She sniffs a bit.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah it’s just I thought he was my,” she takes a deep breath, “I thought he was my boyfriend.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t worry he had a similar vision as the two of you.”

“Lucky Hercules, he didn’t pass out like a swooning maiden,” Della grumbles.

“Whatever’s happening with Hera,” Rachel cheers, “I think you guys are all meant to work together.”

Piper’s eyes fall and a few tears slip out of them.

“Hey,” Della sighs, “It’s okay we’ll figure this out.”

“How can you know what I’m facing?”

“Cause I’ve been you. This is a lot to take in but you’ll do great. I can sense it.” Della moves closer and pats her on the shoulder.

“Besides,” Rachel says, “I get my hunches. You’re going to get claimed at the campfire, I’m almost sure. When you know who your godly parent is things might be clearer.”

Maybe. When Poseidon claimed Della and Percy there were many emotions to work through with that revelation. But Piper would be fine

“I hope it’s Athena,” Piper says.

Della laughs, “Annabeth too.” Though Della wonders if she’s–no there’s no way–but possibly–she could be an Aphrodite kid, she is very beautiful.

“You will see,” Rachel smiles.

“You’re just saying that aren’t you? You’re supposed to sound all mysterious,” says Piper.

“Don’t be giving away my secrets, Piper. And things will work out just maybe not the way you think,” Rachel muses.

“Ah, there’s that Apollo sense of vagueness. No wonder you’re the oracle,” Della laughs.

“Watch it, Jackson,” Rachel mock warns. She giggles and playfully shoves Della a bit.

Piper smiles at their interaction when her stomach gurgles. “Dinner?” she asks.

“You slept through it. Time for the campfire. Come on time to find out who you are.” Rachel says and holds a hand out to her.

#heroes of olympus #oc character #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percyjacksonxsister!reader #jason grace x reader

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ladynicte · 1 year

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Concept, that during the months where Percy went missing, and the whole Camp was searching for him 24/7, Nico just sorta developed this habit of waiting around Percy's door.

Nico is not really used to spending time in Camp, he doesn't really spend time at Camp at all, and sure, he could go with Dyonisus, or Hestia, but he doesn't wanna bother.

Nico knows, they can tell Percy's dissapearing has really started to affect him.

And sure, he's got his own Cabin now, and he used to be so excited about that, but he's found out, he doesn't really like spending time there, to spend time alone with ghosts and bones, he could just go back home.

But still, Nico doesn't want to leave.

Because, what if they manage to find Percy, or he contacts them somehow, or some other threath comes near Camp, and maybe, just maybe, Nico still has this little hope, that the next morning the doors to the Poseidon Cabin will just suddenly open up on their own, and Percy will come out of them, yawning, with his hair all messy, asking for breakfast.

He knows that doesn't happen, and will never happen, but sometimes, Nico allows himself to dream.

And, Nico knows he could actually just enter the Cabin, it wouldn't even be trespassing, not really, either way, it was Percy who first asked him to stay there with him, who first begged him to stay there, before dissapearing.

But, Nico had said no back then.

And, regardless of whether Percy is there or not, it doesn't really matter, his essence of sea salt is everywhere.

Everything on his Cabin is so quintessentially him, and Nico knows, he knows he could never get too close, he could never allow himself that much indulgence, because otherwise, his bones and blood might just boil, and there will be no more coming back from there.

Nico knows he could get lost on Percy Jackson, and if he does, there will be nothing left to salvage of him, afterwards.

So Nico must tread lightly, stand right in front of the ocean, without ever walking in.

Which, to him, translates into appearing from one of his long travels to Camp Jupiter, jumping out of a shadow, and just sitting down, right in front of Percy's Cabin door.

Nico only allows his back to hit against it, he sleeps with his head between his hands, on top of the blue marble, and that's it.

That's as close to Percy as Nico will ever allow himself to get.

And on the other hand, there's Annabeth.

Annabeth, who's dying of worry, who's hair is greying once more because of it, who feels like everything in the world is her responsibility, and Annabeth, who for the love of all The Gods, just cannot find her boyfriend.

She doesn't let other people see her like this, (Or, she tries to not let other people see her like that, at the very least.) But still, she misses Percy.

Is not just the prophecy, or the end of the world, is not just that the Camp needs both their leaders, and is not just that it's a necessity.

Is that she loves Percy and she can't see him.

So, when she's sure everybody else is supposed to be asleep, and she's breaking the rules once more, just for him, she sneaks out of her Cabin, like any self-respecting Athenea Cabin Leader, shouldn't do, and she runs to the Poseidon Cabin.

And at first, she's not sure if it's the Mist, or it's the darkness, or if she's way too tired, and way too overworked, and her eyes are starting to deceive her, but she's sure she sees it.

A little dark shadow, cuddling to the door, like a puppy begging to be let inside, in the middle of a storm.

Against her own instincts, she decides the best tactic is to approach it gently, later on, she's thankful once more to her mother.

Because, Annabeth doesn't know what Nico di Angelo would have done to her, if she suddenly ambushed him while he was dead asleep.

They decide not to talk about it, Annabeth notices the trees and grass around them starting to die, she wonders if Nico can kill even the plants buried deep under the sea.

She doesn't ask.

Instead, they both sit in silence together.

This is probably the most accompanied Annabeth has felt in ages, which is really odd, because sure she knows Nico isn't a bad person, but he still scares her, like the night, and the spiders, back when she was little.

Nico understands neither of them wants to leave, but he would, if only he wasn't so damn tired all the time, he knows he shouldn't shadowtravel so much, but if his body, and his health, are the toll for finding Percy, then so be it.

This pattern repeats every night ever since.

Nico sleeps on the entrance to Percy's door, but never goes in, Annabeth always finds him, but she never speaks.

Eventually, Annabeth starts noticing the way Nico's bones pop, barely visible underneath his dark shirt, or the way his eyebags seem heavier and darker, like a growing bruise on his face every night, the way his veins show through his pale skin, and the way he never eats, well, anything at all, really.

And just the same, Nico notices her grey hairs, the chunks of it that just randomly fall off due to stress, her dirty clothes, the way she can go almost a week straight without remembering to shower, or brush her teeth, the bruises on her body, thanks to all the excersice she's forcing her body to stand, the eyebags that only grow, and grow.

They both know they need to actually sleep at some point.

And sleep for real, not just pass out from exhaustion on Percy's floor from time to time.

Nico has never been the sort to blink first though, so Annabeth understands, negotiations here, are gonna have to fall onto her.

She tells Nico that they need to sleep, like actually quality sleep.

Nico only nods, he doesn't look like he's paying attention to her, but Annabeth's brain has already come up with the most pragmatic, and powerful strategy, to achieve what she wants right now.

Annabeth stands up, and goes back to her Cabin, not without first warning Nico that she will be back in five minutes.

Nico doesn't look like he believes her. Annabeth understands he has got no reason to believe her, it makes the strategy all the more important.

But first, not without terrorizing herself with what she's planning to do.

She sneaks back into her bed, and quietly opens the tiny backpack, that her dad helped her put together, back in their house, before she arrived back home.

She grabs her precious little bag, she opens it, and she sighs.

Annabeth shuts her eyes, and forces herself, to carry her own plan to fruition.

She comes back to Nico, with Percy's shirt, well-carried, on her hands, well, one of his shirts, his preferred Camp Half-Blood shirt.

Percy had given it to Annabeth, before she left to go live with her dad, as a sorta remember-me-by, and Annabeth had never taken it out of its package, for anything at all.

She took it everywhere with her, like a sacred symbol, of some sort of home.

And Annabeth couldn't lie, and say she wasn't scared, mostly, because Nico's stare scared her a little, she thought, if anybody would be able to call her bluff, it wouldn't be Percy, it would be Nico.

(Annabeth was also sure, Nico had a completely clear sight from birth, but that was neither here nor there.)

Her fear wasn't of Nico, though, her fear was on holding the shirt, and not being able to let go.

Of holding onto it, and ruining it, with her strong warrior hands, and her desperation, that ran organs-deep, because she knew the logical outcome here, once she grabbed it, it would eventually stop smelling like Percy, and she would hate it, and then, the illogical outcome she feared so much, that if she lost this one shirt, she would lose all connection to Percy.

And that, would kill her.

And then, it would be like she had never even met him, gone with the wind, lost at sea, like a dream, she would be left with no way to prove, she once knew a boy named Percy who saved the world.

Who loved her just as she loved him.

After that, what would Annabeth even do with herself, anymore.

That all is completely irrational, Illogical, and impossible, Annabeth understands that too, so she forces her legs to keep on moving.

She stops before Nico, and presents the shirt to him, and it isn't lost on Annabeth, the way Nico almost backs off in surprise, and the way his lips open, just ever so slightly, and the way his one visible eye gets wide, and the way Nico's cheeks get this sorta, cutesy rosey, tint to them.

And she's sure she understands, but she cannot make herself deal with that right now.

She tells him "Let's find neutral territory for the moment." She's not sure if she knows what the moment even is.

But still, Annabeth grabs his hand, and against all odds, she's surprised, as Nico allows her to, and she has to force herself not to shiver, because Nico is cold as a corpse, and Annabeth knows way too well, just how quickly corpses get cold.

Nico knows it far far better.

Nico notices. He already knows. He always does.

He doesn't judge her for it, he hates himself too much for it.

Annabeth stops them on a grass patch, some pond nymphs near by, and she can see the nymphs snarling at Nico, and for some reason, she feels so angry all of a sudden, because Annabeth knows, it's not like Nico has ever actually done anything to them.

Annabeth is suddenly reminded of her first big fight with Hera, of screaming at her face, that Nico did belong, back then, it felt so instinctively true.

Now, Annabeth could see the way the Camp died away at his presence, the way the rest of the kids never approached him, unless they needed Nico's help for something.

And yet, Nico did always help them.

Before Annabeth can catch herself, she's already running towards the nymphs, her fists raised, and she knows there was a time where not every single little thing, disturbed her like this, but Nico just grabs her arm, and this time, Annabeth can't hold back the shivers because he's so so cold, and so strong.

Nico quietly tells her, for all to hear "They are just scared, it's fine."

Annabeth knows she can't blame them, because she's scared too, and Nico knows it.

Annabeth slaps her head, forcing herself to back down, she makes herself keep glaring at the pond, but her angry stare just doesn't hold, as she slowly, but surely, forces the shirt done her frame.

Annabeth wants so badly to hold onto it and make it eternal.

The shirt is old, it's only a little oversized on her, it smells exactly like Percy, exactly like the sea.

She's a strong girl, Annabeth doesn't cry, but if she does cry, Nico isn't gonna tell on her with anybody, either way.

After a while, where nobody says anything, where Nico only stares at her:

Annabeth lays quietly on the grass, her eyes wide open, on the moon, and she spreads her arms wide, she can hold them open for an eternity, if that's what it takes until Nico accepts it.

It does feel like an eternity, a little bit like holding the weight of the world in her shoulders, before Nico, looking like a mysterious shadow, slips into her arms.

They don't talk about it, but they can hear their hearts beating way too fast, and way too loud.

Nico has his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, and Annabeth has got to remind herself, that he's holding onto Percy's shirt, not onto her, there's a part of her, that's curious to see, to try to test Nico's limits, to toss the shirt at a fire, and watch Nico chase after it.

But she loves this damn shirt far too much to ever do something like that.

Slowly, Annabeth lowers her own arms, and she's holding onto Nico's hair now, his head heavy between her hands, and Nico is holding onto Percy, which leaves Annabeth wondering, what exactly is her excuse then, in their situation.

At some point, her eyes close, and she doesn't even notice it.

It's the first night of true sleep Nico has gotten in a really long time, for once, not searching for Percy even in his dreams.

The next morning he has breakfast, that he doesn't really eat, but he stays, and it occurs to Annabeth, that Nico staying anywhere, was everything Percy had ever wanted.

She would have to brag about it to him, once Percy got back.

Percy and Nico never admit it out loud.

They understand they are doing something odd.

But Annabeth keeps wearing the shirt, and Nico keeps falling asleep by her side, and there's no excuse to it, anymore, they both can tell the shirt has long since, stopped smelling like Percy and sea salt, and started smelling like shampoo, and Nico's rotten corpse, and pomegranates essence.

Somehow, Annabeth finds, she doesn't hate it that bad.

Nico despises it, but he can't let go of one of the very few soft things he's ever known.

And that's fine, because Annabeth keeps laying with her arms open without asking any questions, and Nico keeps falling asleep, while holding onto her waist, without offering any explanations.

They both know it will never be the same, not ever what they are actually craving, and searching for, because this whole situation has only made them hunt for Percy even harder.

But they can still keep each other company, until they manage to find Percy, somehow, that is.

Annabeth is surprised to find that now, instead of dying, the grass underneath Nico grows mushrooms.

Nico is too.

#percicobeth #percabeth #> percico #pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #luna writes #this is like a mini fic i suppose #i do like percicobeth but not really in the context that they are all in love with each other but more so in the context that they both #love percy and percy loves them back but its never quite the same and nico sorta hates Annabeth except he could never hate her #and Annabeth kinda gives nico the side eye except she could never blame him for falling in love with the same boy she did #and they both miss him so bad and nobody else could possibly understand so they keep each other company #and until percy comes back they hold the fort down together #luna's headcanons #i think Annabeth would like her hair greying because it reminds her of percy is a thing to hold onto

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halothenthehorns · 1 year

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Chapter 9: I HAVE THE WORST FAMILY REUNION EVER

"Well you've already discovered a missing, illegitimate half-sibling and the black sheep is the one hosting, so how bad can it go?" Even Will's smile looked a bit strained though as he couldn't spin this as a good thing when Thalia read the new chapter title.

"As long as Sally isn't there," Nico muttered quietly enough Percy wouldn't hear and freak out.

Annabeth volunteered to go alone since she had the cap of invisibility, but I convinced her it was too dangerous. Either we all went together, or nobody went.

"Nobody!" Tyson voted. "Please?"

"That's two votes for Annabeth," Will chuckled to himself, before noticing Nico's odd frown and whispering, "part of the original story-" but Thalia was already reading again before he could continue, so he mouthed lunch. Nico nodded and found himself looking forward to it.

But in the end he came along, nervously chewing on his huge fingernails. We stopped at our cabin long enough to gather our stuff. We figured whatever happened, we would not be staying another night aboard the zombie cruise ship, even if they did have million-dollar bingo.

"Wise choice, bet it was Annabeth's," Thalia grinned.

"Million-dollar bingo sounds like a scam anyways," Percy muttered rather than agreeing.

I made sure Riptide was in my pocket,

"Where else would it be?" Magnus frowned, wasn't it always there?

"I slept with it under my pillow and had to make sure it reappeared," Percy shrugged.

and the vitamins and thermos from Hermes were at the top of my bag. I didn't want Tyson to carry everything, but he insisted, and Annabeth told me not to worry about it. Tyson could carry three full duffel bags over his shoulder as easily as I could carry a backpack.

We sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs toward the admiralty suite. Annabeth scouted ahead invisibly. We hid whenever someone passed by, but most of the people we saw were just glassy-eyed zombie passengers.

As we came up the stairs to deck thirteen, where the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Annabeth hissed, "Hide!" and shoved us into a supply closet.

I heard a couple of guys coming down the hall.

"You see that Aethiopian drakon in the cargo hold?" one of them said.

"I'm not going to like knowing what that is am I?" Magnus frowned.

"Is a dragon ever good news?" Alex frowned along.

'It fits in the cargo hold, might not be too bad?' Hearth signed without hope.

Thalia was to disheartened by remembering the only time she'd seen the blessing of Ares, the exact details of why to depressing to even laugh at their naivety.

Will halfheartedly explained the difference between drakon's and dragon's while Thalia barely let the news settle before she quickly read on.

The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome."

Annabeth was still invisible, but she squeezed my arm hard. I got a feeling I should know that second guy's voice.

'Huh, wonder what that feels like,' Hearth rolled his eyes.

"A feeling that is never helpful to us," Jason grumbled, positive it wasn't Luke again, but wishing Neptune had given them an audiobook now.

"I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man, no contest!"

"It's no fun if there's no contest," but there was no heart to Alex's snide little comment, he knew this could not, in any way, be fun.

The voices faded down the corridor.

"That was Chris Rodriguez!"

"Are we supposed to know that name?" Jason protested.

"No, Percy hadn't mentioned him yet," Will shrugged with a sad smile he'd even known him well enough to recognize his voice, he wasn't so sure Percy would have known his at the time if he even knew he existed.

Annabeth took off her cap and turned visible. "You remember— from Cabin Eleven."

I sort of recalled Chris from the summer before. He was one of those undetermined campers who got stuck in the Hermes cabin because his Olympian dad or mom never claimed him.

Will's smile vanished entirely, as even he only dimly recalled Chris very well among the various Hermes kids. He'd been one of the many sent to cabin 11 who'd gone around to all the other campers when he first arrived trying to figure out who his godly parent was but never quite figured it out. After the Titan War, Hermes had claimed him as promised, but Chris hadn't exactly yelled and cheered as he sat next to Clarisse at the campfire that night.

Nobody really understood how it was possible Hermes, after all those years, hadn't once answered his prayers amongst his own siblings. What could have changed if just the tiniest amount of thought had gone into this child? Had Hermes stopped claiming his kids because of what was prophesied about Luke? They'd never really know.

Now that I thought about it, I realized I hadn't seen Chris at camp this summer. "What's another half-blood doing here?"

"Luke was lonely and wanted company," Thalia spat.

Percy wanted to protest that made no sense, but a small little part of him instantly understood that had nothing to do with his headache returning.

Annabeth shook her head, clearly troubled.

We kept going down the corridor. I didn't need maps anymore to know I was getting close to Luke.

"Does he have his own you are here dot now?" Alex smirked.

I sensed something cold and unpleasant—the presence of evil.

The expression faded from Alex's face as he watched Thalia again flinch. He didn't know as she did how intrinsically Luke was already tied to Kronos, how much worse it could get, but the fact Percy already sensed it made her realize just how unprepared she was to get that first-hand account in the Labyrinth, her own memories of seeing him like that in the Battle...gods please, she wanted out of here before that! She'd pray to Zeus if she had to!

"Percy." Annabeth stopped suddenly. "Look."

She stood in front of a glass wall looking down into the multistory canyon that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade—a mall full of shops—

"Oh that's what that meant," Jason tried to say cheerfully. Everyone had gone eerily silent as Thalia kept reading in an ever-shaking voice, but he couldn't stand not trying to do something to help her. "Nobody told me what a Promenade was and I thought it had something to do with pomegranate lemonade."

Percy snorted beside her and Thalia looked up with mild exasperation again. "This is the reason Artemis loathes having boys on her missions, all you think about is food." She knew he'd been joking though, and the silly comment helped her to at least sound mildly more calm again as she kept going.

but that's not what had caught Annabeth's attention.

"Good of her to avoid that cliché," Will grinned.

"I bet if it had been Waterland merchandise she would have caved," Nico muttered.

Will chuckled in surprise and quietly agreed, "or a bookstore."

Thalia was ignoring their obviously whispered conversation and still reading, so they had to turn away, but both were now smiling faintly.

A group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store:

"That would catch anyone's attention," Percy said tragically, as he couldn't say with an honest heart which he would be more likely to prioritize, especially if they had blue jelly beans.

a dozen Laistrygonian giants like the ones who'd attacked me with dodge balls, two hellhounds, and a few even stranger creatures—humanoid females with twin serpent tails instead of legs.

"Scythian Dracaenae," Annabeth whispered. "Dragon women."

"That is so cool!" Magnus gasped. "Like Medusa but more sociable?"

"Remember that when they're trying to kill you," Will shivered.

'Not if they're hanging next to Canadians,' Hearth agreed.

"Does this just confirm there's a human-animal hybrid for everything out there?" Alex grinned. He was ignored, mostly because, he was probably right.

The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy. A lump formed in my throat when I realized the dummy was wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. As we watched, the guy in armor stabbed the dummy through its belly and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled.

The idea of why Chris was there only theorized moments ago now fell like a wave crashing into this room though as they only got confirmation. Luke wasn't the only child of the gods in this strife, and that was more dangerous than any of those monsters. Because that guy in Greek armor could waltz into Camp even if the borders were healed.

Annabeth stepped away from the window. Her face was ashen.

Hopefully it wasn't because Annabeth had recognized another missing friend, Will thought as he sat back in his seat. This was bad enough.

Nico watched Will's growing distress and felt more useless than ever. He knew the feeling of betrayal well, some days it felt like he'd never met a soul who hadn't let him down in some way, but knew it wasn't the same as Will's grave face for this. Just because he healed the injuries of battle didn't mean he knew how gruesome war could get.

"Come on," I told her, trying to sound braver than I felt. "The sooner we find Luke the better."

After hearing all of this though, Jason now wondered if it would even be enough. Luke was obviously the ring-leader in this anti-gods ship, but it wouldn't be hard for somebody to take his place as easily as half-bloods and monsters alike were amassing.

At the end of the hallway were double oak doors that looked like they must lead somewhere important. When we were thirty feet away, Tyson stopped. "Voices inside."

"You can hear that far?" I asked.

Hearth looked baffled at the question. 'How far can you hear?' He asked his friend.

Magnus was stumped for a moment as he'd never counted or knew the average, but assured, 'not from that far behind doors. Must be a cyclops thing.'

Tyson closed his eye like he was concentrating hard. Then his voice changed, becoming a husky approximation of Luke's. "—the prophecy ourselves. The fools won't know which way to turn."

Hearth was fascinated at the idea. He'd come across a ventriloquist street vendor once and Blitz had to explain to him what he was doing, despite the subtle shifts in his expression indicating he was doing something with his voice. He'd met a few foreign people and struggled to read their lips as their accents completely changed certain ways their mouths moved the letters. He wondered if he'd be able to read Tyson's lips and grasp whether he was speaking for someone else or not.

Before I could react, Tyson's voice changed again, becoming deeper and gruffer, like the other guy we'd heard talking to Luke outside the cafeteria. "You really think the old horseman is gone for good?"

Tyson laughed Luke's laugh. "They can't trust him. Not with the skeletons in his closet.

Something of this had been mentioned before, but they'd thought Chiron had gotten in trouble for not being able to cure the tree. It hadn't been a great answer, but an answer. This implied there was even more to the centaur to learn.

The poisoning of the tree was the final straw."

"What was the first straw?" Percy muttered, and he wasn't even imagining Chiron eating hay. That much.

Annabeth shivered. "Stop that, Tyson! How do you do that? It's creepy."

Tyson opened his eye and looked puzzled. "Just listening."

"Keep going," I said. "What else are they saying?"

Tyson closed his eye again.

He hissed in the gruff man's voice: "Quiet!" Then Luke's voice, whispering: "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Tyson said in the gruff voice. "Right outside."

Too late, I realized what was happening.

I just had time to say, "Run!" when the doors of the stateroom burst open and there was Luke, flanked by two hairy giants armed with javelins, their bronze tips aimed right at our chests.

"Well," Luke said with a crooked smile. "If it isn't my two favorite cousins. Come right in."

"I'm terrified of what you have to do to make that list," Will scoffed.

The stateroom was beautiful, and it was horrible.

"Interior designing is a hard balance," Alex said tragically.

The beautiful part: Huge windows curved along the back wall, looking out over the stern of the ship. Green sea and blue sky stretched all the way to the horizon. A Persian rug covered the floor. Two plush sofas occupied the middle of the room, with a canopied bed in one corner and a mahogany dining table in the other. The table was loaded with food—pizza boxes, bottles of soda, and a stack of roast beef sandwiches on a silver platter.

The horrible part: On a velvet dais at the back of the room lay a ten-foot-long golden casket.

"That is a mood killer even pizza can't fix," Magnus frowned. "Is he arranging his own funeral?"

"Finger's crossed," Jason scowled as Thalia grew paler by the sentence.

A sarcophagus, engraved with Ancient Greek scenes of cities in flames and heroes dying grisly deaths. Despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, the casket made the whole room feel cold.

"Did Hades make it?" Jason was sort of joking, but also distinctly remembered his palace being described similarly but black instead of gold.

"Or Will and Nico did an arts and crafts project together," Alex smirked. It was the odd embodiment of watching Will and Nico sit next to each other anyways.

Nico gave them a thousand-yard glare and was reconsidering maybe he should just go sit alone and forgo Will's oddly refreshing company when said boy snapped, "this thing is no joke guys!" His voice was of the most mild reprimand, he knew they didn't know better and were just goofing around in a story they had no direct involvement in, but he didn't think this was something to be laughed at.

"All right," Alex shrugged, "fair enough."

Jason was even more confused and watched Nico intently.

"Well," Luke said, spreading his arms proudly. "A little nicer than Cabin Eleven, huh?"

"Is betraying the world all it takes to get an upgraded room?" Magnus frowned.

'Good to know you wouldn't sacrifice me for a canopy bed,' Hearth grinned.

He'd changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

"There's a wardrobe upgrade too!" Alex mock fanned himself. "He sounds like a putz!"

"Please don't invite them to golf, please don't do it," Thalia played along. She didn't think mocking Luke would make her feel better, but she would have applauded Alex saying that to his face, so it couldn't make her feel worse.

He still had the scar under his eye—a jagged white line from his battle with a dragon. And propped against the sofa was his magical sword, Backbiter, glinting strangely with its halfsteel, half-Celestial bronze blade that could kill both mortals and monsters.

"I should be a lot more insulted he didn't seem to feel the need to grab that when he saw me, let alone realized there were intruders," Percy crossed his arms.

"Sit," he told us. He waved his hand and three dining chairs scooted themselves into the center of the room.

Well that was weird, everyone except Thalia noted as her heart broke a little bit more how far gone Luke must already be to have attained any kind of powers like that.

None of us sat.

"Rude," Will paused and pretended to reconsider, "but since I think he's about to offer you poison wine we can forgive your manners."

"Percy couldn't show a modicum of respect for Ares," Jason reminded, seeming oddly pleased he finally hadn't stuttered over the right god's name to use. "I don't see it happening to this guy."

Luke's large friends were still pointing their javelins at us. They looked like twins, but they weren't human. They stood about eight feet tall, for one thing, and wore only blue jeans, probably because their enormous chests were already shag-carpeted with thick brown fur. They had claws for fingernails, feet like paws. Their noses were snoutlike, and their teeth were all pointed canines.

"Are those werewolves?" Magnus seemed resigned by this point everything existed.

"No," Thalia said confidently, "bear twins, ugly story." Their hatred of the gods for what Aphrodite did was one of those moments she almost felt sympathy for their grief.

Jason frowned for another reason, an awful beat of pain for some connection he was missing there. Wolves, twins...but it wouldn't come together.

All Magnus seemed to hear was that nobody had disputed the knowledge of werewolves and now wondered when the vampires were going to show up too.

"Where are my manners?" Luke said smoothly.

"In that pit I assume," Nico muttered.

"These are my assistants, Agrius and Oreius. Perhaps you've heard of them."

I said nothing.

"It would just be awkward to say hello at that point, what with the javelins, manners or not," Alex nodded.

Despite the javelins pointed at me, it wasn't the bear twins who scared me.

I'd imagined meeting Luke again many times since he'd tried to kill me last summer. I'd pictured myself boldly standing up to him, challenging him to a duel. But now that we were face-to-face, I could barely stop my hands from shaking.

Percy looked down shamefully to see they were again. It was anger and fear, betrayal and, yeah a bit more anger but on Annabeth's behalf for how she'd been seemingly looking at a ghost. He'd thought Luke had been his friend, he hadn't even known if he could trust Tyson because of the backstabbing and scorpion stabbing and everything else. Here was his chance to do something about it all, and he could already feel the chasm Luke had wanted him to die in deep inside him. He'd done nothing to his most hated enemy to turn any of that back on him.

"You don't know Agrius and Oreius's story?" Luke asked. "Their mother ... well, it's sad, really. Aphrodite ordered the young woman to fall in love. She refused and ran to Artemis for help. Artemis let her become one of her maiden huntresses, but Aphrodite got her revenge. She bewitched the young woman into falling in love with a bear. When Artemis found out, she abandoned the girl in disgust. Typical of the gods, wouldn't you say? They fight with one another and the poor humans get caught in the middle.

Thalia knew of this myth of course, as Artemis's lieutenant she studied every story surrounding her patron. She had never asked Artemis about this or many others, she knew the cold dismissal she would get same as all of her Hunters, Polyphonte had broken her vow.

If Artemis had punished Aphrodite by simply getting revenge on one of the love goddess' favored worshipers or something at the time, it wouldn't have made that better. Thalia herself had been caught in the middle of the gods war for being born. It was simply a story to live with in service of a better outcome for the next person.

That was the difference between her and Luke. Rather than hating the gods for what they'd done, she kept hoping they'd do better, whereas Kronos would kill them all without thinking twice.

The girl's twin sons here, Agrius and Oreius, have no love for Olympus. They like half-bloods well enough, though ..."

"For lunch," Agrius growled. His gruff voice was the one I'd heard talking with Luke earlier.

"Hehe! Hehe!" His brother Oreius laughed, licking his fur-lined lips. He kept laughing like he was having an asthmatic fit until Luke and Agrius both stared at him.

"Shut up, you idiot!" Agrius growled. "Go punish yourself!"

Oreius whimpered. He trudged over to the corner of the room, slumped onto a stool, and banged his forehead against the dining table, making the silver plates rattle.

Thalia didn't glance up to see Will's troubled expression as he wished he could step in and stop that even if it would get him a spear jab from Agrius and no thanks in sight. She couldn't smile at Nico and Hearth for their quiet concentration on the story. She didn't notice Alex and Magnus exchange pitiful glances while Percy was still studying his hands and Jason looked on the verge of saying something for her ever growing anger at reading this.

Luke acted like this was perfectly normal behavior. He made himself comfortable on the sofa and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

"I really hope there's not a god of hospitality, or everyone in there is screwed now," Magnus muttered.

"Well, Percy, we let you survive another year. I hope you appreciated it. How's your mom? How's school?"

"Small talk is a dwindling social activity that should be kept alive," Thalia said with such a pointed look the others wanted to duck what topic she'd get started in on him with as he danced around what he did to her.

"You poisoned Thalia's tree."

Thalia read that in the same breath as Percy shouted it, and the combined frustration and hostility between the two of them made all of their hair stand on end at the powerful current that crackled through the ocean.

She didn't have to remind Percy this time, he'd felt it too and for the first time down here his skin tingled unpleasantly as she kept reading with more power at every scorn he'd done her.

Luke sighed. "Right to the point, eh? Okay, sure I poisoned the tree. So what?"

So what! That's all she got? She didn't know what she would have been expecting, remorse? An explanation? Her essence had been as expendable to Luke as Percy's life last year. That's all she was to him anymore, a so what!

"How could you?" Annabeth sounded so angry I thought she'd explode. "Thalia saved your life! Our lives! How could you dishonor her—"

Thalia longed to be in that room so much she was convinced Artemis would have sent her back in time to do it in that moment. To put an arrow through Luke's eye, to be beside Annabeth and get her and Percy out of a torture even Hades couldn't come up with being trapped in this.

"I didn't dishonor her!" Luke snapped. "The gods dishonored her, Annabeth! If Thalia were alive, she'd be on my side."

She made such a horribly awful laugh at that every one of them felt the need to duck, and it would do them no good.

"Liar!"

"If you knew what was coming, you'd understand—"

"I understand you want to destroy the camp!" she yelled. "You're a monster!"

Luke shook his head. "The gods have blinded you. Can't you imagine a world without them, Annabeth? What good is that ancient history you study? Three thousand years of baggage! The West is rotten to the core. It has to be destroyed. Join me! We can start the world anew. We could use your intelligence, Annabeth."

Percy felt useless as he longed to snatch the book away from Thalia lest she rip it apart, but that would only get him turned into swiss cheese as she shouted this. Was finally forced to confront and face the backwards reality she'd woken up in Annabeth herself hadn't seemed to believe until this moment what Luke was really committed to doing. He'd just stood there as she'd yelled with such anger the ship might have capsized from her force and was so again as Thalia was near shouting.

"Because you have none of your own!"

Magnus and Alex cheered while Jason and Will both laughed. Even Nico cracked a grin, Thalia would swear it, but Percy did nothing but keep watching her with an intense focus. He wanted Annabeth away from this confrontation as badly as she did.

It was a relief to focus on that and not Luke bandaging her wounds as she forced herself to keep going even as she kept picturing every detail like a new jagged piece of glass in her mind, but her voice had calmed, somewhat.

His eyes narrowed. "I know you, Annabeth. You deserve better than tagging along on some hopeless quest to save the camp. Half-Blood Hill will be overrun by monsters within the month. The heroes who survive will have no choice but to join us or be hunted to extinction.

Jason sat there furiously imagining beating Luke's face into Thalia's tree just for suggesting this. He didn't know where he'd been before all this, but he had faith in that moment he'd drop everything and run to help stop this!

You really want to be on a losing team ... with company like this?" Luke pointed at Tyson.

"Hey!" I said.

"Traveling with a Cyclops," Luke chided. "Talk about dishonoring Thalia's memory! I'm surprised at you, Annabeth. You of all people—"

"Stop it!" she shouted.

I didn't know what Luke was talking about, but Annabeth buried her head in her hands like she was about to cry.

There was a roaring noise in their ears as the water swelled around the room as if about to take on a life of its own, crackling with power. Percy and Thalia had been doing a pretty good job so far about keeping each other in check, but now they'd just been given a common enemy. Luke had hurt Annabeth so badly in that moment that if somebody didn't do something, the two of them might kill off the entire ocean's ecosystem on the spot.

Jason spoke with a calm sense of urgency. An expectancy to be listened to but no force as if commanding it. "I really can't wait to meet Annabeth." He didn't even know what to call that moment, someone who was clearly questioning her own velleity regarding Tyson but had never wavered from her determination for this quest.

The reminder worked though, both of them pushed down on that murderous feeling to keep going back towards the end of this, where home was waiting.

"Leave her alone," I said. "And leave Tyson out this."

Luke laughed. "Oh, yeah, I heard. Your father claimed him."

That was oddly specific knowledge for him to have to be comfortable, but Magnus tried to convince himself for a moment Luke had just worked that out for himself with a cyclops on this mission.

I must have looked surprised, because Luke smiled. "Yes, Percy, I know all about that. And about your plan to find the Fleece. What were those coordinates, again ... 30, 31, 75, 12? You see, I still have friends at camp who keep me posted."

Alex made a noise like an angry cat as they realized there was another backstabber in that Camp. As if Luke hadn't caused enough problems last time!

It wasn't real surprise though, the strategist in Jason understood. Instead of having all those loyal to Luke defect with him onto this ship, it was actually smarter to leave some behind. Didn't make this less annoying.

"Spies, you mean."

He shrugged. "How many insults from your father can you stand, Percy? You think he's grateful to you? You think Poseidon cares for you any more than he cares for this monster?"

Percy clenched his hands tight and wished he'd drawn his sword on Luke already. He and Tyson had their doubts, but at least they'd never tried to kill anyone over it!

Tyson clenched his fists and made a rumbling sound down in his throat.

Nico made a delighted laugh that sent chills down all of their spines more than an angry cyclops could do. Luke had just gained an enemy in Tyson, and Nico knew he'd regret it.

Luke just chuckled. "The gods are so using you, Percy. Do you have any idea what's in store for you if you reach your sixteenth birthday? Has Chiron even told you the prophecy?"

I wanted to get in Luke's face and tell him off, but as usual, he knew just how to throw me off balance.

Sixteenth birthday?

Percy rubbed his fingers together and recalled studying his face in the mirror last night. How old was he? A teenager, certainly, but definitely not eighteen. Had he even reached sixteen yet? Was this why he'd been hidden away? What did this great prophecy have to do with such an uneventful day as August 18th?

I mean, I knew Chiron had received a prophecy from the Oracle many years ago. I knew part of it was about me. But, if I reached my sixteenth birthday? I didn't like the sound of that.

"I know what I need to know," I managed. "Like, who my enemies are."

'A valiant answer,' Hearth wanted to agree, 'but a tad forthcoming.' Percy had essentially answered how in the dark he was, and it left nobody much comfort Luke clearly knew what was coming.

"Then you're a fool."

Hearthstone winced at having agreed with Luke while Magnus assured, 'we know Luke's wrong, Percy's dad does care about him. That doesn't make leaving him in the dark right though.' He was still just a tad angry at him and Blitz befriending him underneath this nine-worlds concept, but he believed they were friends no matter how it had started even if he still wanted to know why.

Tyson smashed the nearest dining chair to splinters. "Percy is not a fool!"

Before I could stop him, he charged Luke. His fists came down toward Luke's head—a double overhead blow that would've knocked a hole in titanium—but the bear twins intercepted.

They each caught one of Tyson's arms and stopped him cold. They pushed him back and Tyson stumbled. He fell to the carpet so hard the deck shook.

Nico put his hands down on either side of his seat to make sure he was still sitting instead of jumping up and gasping in shock like a moron. Not only had Percy once again failed to stop this, but those creatures had stopped Tyson in his tracks from what Nico had been sure was going to be an easy victory of the cyclops chucking him out the window while they made a run for it. These books would not cease until he had a single foundation unshattered.

"Too bad, Cyclops," Luke said. "Looks like my grizzly friends together are more than a match for your strength. Maybe I should let them—"

"Luke," I cut in. "Listen to me. Your father sent us."

"I don't think that's going to help," Alex mock whispered.

"Can't make things worse," Will murmured. Maybe, for just a moment, Luke would remember his dad did care. Their parents didn't always show it as well as they liked, but-

His face turned the color of pepperoni. "Don't—even— mention him."

or not, he sighed.

Nico watched the forlorn look on Will's face and realized he wasn't the only one having a bad day. He didn't know how close Luke and Will used to be, but it was clear he wasn't the only one being let down repeatedly lately.

Thalia couldn't even keep reading with a sense of anything except lingering anger. No smugness in her Percy had finally gotten under his skin, no triumph for it being Luke's turn caught off guard here. Just a calm anger in every syllable for them to hurry up and get off his boat!

It was plenty scary without the threat of death to the rest of them.

"He told us to take this boat. I thought it was just for a ride, but he sent us here to find you. He told me he won't give up on you, no matter how angry you are."

"I don't know how you demand a refund from the god of travels, but I think Percy should look into it," Alex muttered for Magnus Hermes may have gotten them killed for this naïve hope anybody could talk sense into this nutjob.

"Angry?" Luke roared. "Give up on me? He abandoned me, Percy! I want Olympus destroyed! Every throne crushed to rubble! You tell Hermes it's going to happen, too.

Luke was just toying with them, Jason instantly realized. Percy wouldn't be able to tell Mercury anything if they were going to be held prisoner or even killed on that ship.

Each time a half-blood joins us, the Olympians grow weaker and we grow stronger. He grows stronger." Luke pointed to the gold sarcophagus.

The box creeped me out, but I was determined not to show it. "So?" I demanded. "What's so special ..."

Then it hit me, what might be inside the sarcophagus. The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. "Whoa, you don't mean—"

"He is re-forming," Luke said. "Little by little, we're calling his life force out of the pit. With every recruit who pledges our cause, another small piece appears—"

"That's disgusting!" Annabeth said.

Luke sneered at her. "Your mother was born from Zeus's split skull, Annabeth. I wouldn't talk.

"I thought we all agreed not to discuss how bizarre that godly side could get," Will looked especially put out and betrayed Luke was bringing up something he knew Annabeth and most Athena kids were kind of sensitive about. Never ask one of them if they had a belly button.

Soon there will be enough of the titan lord so that we can make him whole again. We will piece together a new body for him, a work worthy of the forges of Hephaestus."

Magnus couldn't begin to imagine how unstoppable something like that must be. The essence of a titan the gods feared, in the body empowered by all his followers. No matter what description the book inevitably might give of what was inside that coffin, he didn't think he'd see it coming.

"You're insane," Annabeth said.

"Join us and you'll be rewarded. We have powerful friends, sponsors rich enough to buy this cruise ship and much more. Percy, your mother will never have to work again. You can buy her a mansion. You can have power, fame—whatever you want. Annabeth, you can realize your dream of being an architect. You can build a monument to last a thousand years. A temple to the lords of the next age!"

It was almost sad to Hearth Luke so easily believed this. Luke had a list of grievances, most of which he could sympathize with for how much his own parents loathed his existence, but Luke had sacrificed essentially nothing to get where he was. How did he ever think Kronos would make due on these promises, have faith in a being that had already been slain with only lingering nightmares to show for it?

"Go to Tartarus," she said.

Luke sighed. "A shame."

He picked up something that looked like a TV remote and pressed a red button. Within seconds the door of the stateroom opened and two uniformed crew members came in, armed with nightsticks. They had the same glassy-eyed look as the other mortals I'd seen, but I had a feeling this wouldn't make them any less dangerous in a fight.

"Ah, good, security," Luke said, "I'm afraid we have some stowaways."

"Yes, sir," they said dreamily.

Luke turned to Oreius. "It's time to feed the Aethiopian drakon.

Even if Thalia knew Annabeth made it out of this, even if she hadn't her sister's suspicions and being the living confirmation Luke had wanted them to escape to fulfill this plan; his dismissal, his utter lack of care for sending Annabeth to her doom felt like a slap in the face all over again. She didn't know how far Luke would have gone to resurrect Kronos. If the Titan had asked, would Luke have killed her right then to see these plans through?

Take these fools below and show them how it's done."

Oreius grinned stupidly. "Hehe! Hehe!"

"Let me go, too," Agrius grumbled. "My brother is worthless. That Cyclops—"

"Don't judge someone by their siblings," Percy scowled. He only briefly wondered why one of these odd bear-twins was somehow better than the other, but all the more in his favor if his much stronger half-brother could get them out of this.

"Is no threat," Luke said. He glanced back at the golden casket, as if something were troubling him. "Agrius, stay here. We have important matters to discuss."

"But—"

"Oreius, don't fail me. Stay in the hold to make sure the drakon is properly fed."

Oreius prodded us with his javelin and herded us out of the stateroom, followed by the two human security guards.

As I walked down the corridor with Oreius's javelin poking me in the back, I thought about what Luke had said—that the bear twins together were a match for Tyson's strength. But maybe separately ...

Nico wasn't as surprised this time, almost like he'd been bracing himself for it that Percy needed help and couldn't do all of this single-handed. Still a bit odd to have confirmed, but it was slowly wearing off.

We exited the corridor amidships and walked across an open deck lined with lifeboats. I knew the ship well enough to realize this would be our last look at sunlight. Once we got to the other side, we'd take the elevator down into the hold, and that would be it.

I looked at Tyson and said, "Now."

Thank the gods, he understood. He turned and smacked Oreius thirty feet backward into the swimming pool,

"Cannot believe anybody at camp was calling him clueless," Will grinned and wished he could capture that moment on film.

right into the middle of the zombie tourist family.

"Bad bear," Alex said helpfully.

"Did you have to call them zombies?" Magnus shivered in disgust and hoped they were okay.

"Ah!" the kids yelled in unison. "We are not having a blast in the pool!"

"Percy just ruining everybody's vacation," Jason nodded.

"And he's just getting started," Thalia finally smiled again, a predatory expression as she looked forward to this stupid ship being blown up eventually and hearing about gerbil Percy on Circe's island even sooner. There was more to this than having Luke repeatedly stabbing her in the back, she would make it through these rough patches to hear her friend making the best of it!

One of the security guards drew his nightstick, but Annabeth knocked the wind out of him with a well-placed kick. The other guard ran for the nearest alarm box.

"Stop him!" Annabeth yelled, but it was too late.

Just before I banged him on head with a deck chair, he hit the alarm.

Red lights flashed. Sirens wailed.

"Lifeboat!" I yelled.

We ran for the nearest one.

"Thank the gods you don't consider yourself captain of every ship," Nico said drolly.

By the time we got the cover off, monsters and more security men were swarming the deck, pushing aside tourists and waiters with trays of tropical drinks. A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of piña colada.

Magnus started humming a song his mom used to sing all the time and Alex had to bite his lip to stop from laughing at that playing over the speakers during all this now.

Laistrygonian archers assembled on the deck above us, notching arrows in their enormous bows.

"How do you launch this thing?" screamed Annabeth.

A hellhound leaped at me, but Tyson slammed it aside with a fire extinguisher.

"Bad puppy," Alex shook his fist with triumph.

"Of all the running gags," Percy frowned at him even if he didn't disagree.

"Just embodying Tysons's spirit, you're welcome," Alex shrugged.

"Get in!" I yelled. I uncapped Riptide and slashed the first volley of arrows out of the air. Any second we would be overwhelmed.

The lifeboat was hanging over the side of the ship, high above the water. Annabeth and Tyson were having no luck with the release pulley.

I jumped in beside them.

"Hold on!" I yelled, and I cut the ropes.

"To what?" Jason protested. "You cut the ropes!"

"Him, obviously," Will cackled. "No better time for a group hug!"

A shower of arrows whistled over our heads as we free-fell toward the ocean.

"And they lived happily ever after," Thalia snorted as she made to hand Nico the book.

"They just threw themselves overboard into a sea filled with plenty of deadly things before they even reach their actual Sea," Nico rolled his eyes at her as he accepted it. "I wouldn't hold your breath."

#Percy Jackson #PJO #reading the books #Thalia Grace #Jason Grace #Alex Fierro #Magnus Chase #Hearthstone #Nico Di Angelo #Will Solace #HDYSG #fierrochase #solangelo #percabeth

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Chapter - 5

(Ella's POV)

I woke up to a girl with honey blond hair & stormy grey eyes looking down at me - Annabeth. I tried to sit up quickly & instantly felt dizzy.

"Woah! Take it easy." She said helping me sit up.

"Good too see you too Annie." I grinned.

She crushed me into a tight hug. Annabeth is another best friend of mine. She became my friend after Grover. They're both equally important to me & I loved them to death.

"Ow, ow. Watch the wound." She quickly let go.

"Don't you ever do something like that again. I was worried sick! What were you even th-".

"I'm fine Annie, relax." I cut of her rambling.

"I've got training to do. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah, Of course. I'll catch up with you later."

I looked around. I was in the infirmary. My wound had been patched up but it still hurt.

I decided to head to the big house to check on Percy. Camp half blood is a beautiful place & it felt good to finally be home.

As I reach the big house I saw Percy, he waved & gave me a smile. I blushed & smiled back in return but my smile faded...

I saw the one person I had missed so much in front of me.

"Grover Underwood! Get your furry behind back here right now!" I said but he quickly runs off.

I greeted Mr.D & Chiron. They smiled in response. Mr.D went off to speak to Grover.

"Nora? Would you mind preparing a bunk for Percy in cabin 11?" Chiron asks me.

"Sure Chiron" I replied with a smile.

I sat down on the chair next to Percy, "So, how are you?" I asked him. His face fell & he was silent for a minute.

Before he replied I say, "I'm sorry Perce..." He looked confused. "Why are you sorry?"

I took a deep breath & said, "It was my job to get you here safely....& to protect your mom...I failed you..& her..."

I looked down & felt a hand intertwine with mine. His green eyes met my blue ones with a tender gaze...

"It's not your fault..." he said gently.

"But it is. I was useless when you needed my help" I said as tears filled my eyes.

He tried to say something but I cut him off, "I think it's better you stay away from me."

I noticed a heart broken expression on his face as I pull my hand from his. "I'm sorry." I said as I ran without looking back....

I messed up the chance of making a new friend....how stupid was I?...Very? I know...

(Percy's POV)

It hurt seeing her like that. One moment she was smiling, the next...she shut herself away.

"Dude! What were you thinking??", I got really scared & fell out of the chair, landing on the porch with a 'oof'.

"Geez! Grover, you wanna give me a heart attack, or what?" I said. He laughed, hard.

"How long were you even standing there?" I asked him.

"Long enough to know you're an idiot."

"Hey!" I protested.

"Why didn't you go after her?!"

"I should give her space...besides...she wants me to stay away from her...", I said sadly.

"So? You're just gonna listen to her?"

"What are you getting at?" I questioned him.

"Well, I think that you like her..."

"What?! No, I don't." I said getting flustered.

"Oh really? So you're saying that you don't get lost in her eyes...& you don't think about her at all? &...." he was about to continue.

"Okay stop!" Gods I hate it when he's right.

"What are you waiting for? Go after her!"

"Okay, okay I'm going!", I said.

But before I could go after her, Chiron said, "Percy, come along, I'll give you a tour of the camp...." I didn't want to go..not without her...

I gave Grover a pleading look. He looked at me & mouthed 'I'll go check on her'. I nodded sadly & followed Chiron.

I should've stopped her before she left...

(Ella's POV)

I ran as fast as I could until I found myself at the beach. It somehow always manages to calm me down. The sun was setting & the sky had beautiful hues of red & gold.

"I'm so stupid." A tear rolled down my cheek.

"No....you're not." A voice said I whipped my head around to see Grover standing there.

"Can we talk....please?" He asked.

I sat down on the sand & he did the same.

"What're you doing here? Why did you follow me?" I asked him. He wiped away my tears.

"Don't blame yourself for what happened."

I just sat there staring at the beach.

"I'm sorry, I lashed out on you earlier." I said.

"It's okay. I'm kinda used to it by now." He grinned. I laughed & hugged him.

We sat there enjoying the sunset for a few more minutes.

Grover asked, "So...did you prepare a bunk for Percy?" I facepalmed.

"Styx!" I curse. "I totally forgot about that."

"Don't rush, there's still some time."

"Yeah, that's true. Still, I'm gonna go." I said.

"Hey, Nora?" He called after me. I turned.

"Will you do me a favour?", I nodded for him to continue. "Can you talk things out with Percy....please? Just...do it for me."

"Grover..."

"No, I'm serious. He's been looking down ever since you left him at the big house. I saw him an hour ago. He was with Chiron for a camp tour but his mind was elsewhere...". I sighed.

"Okay, fine. I'll do it...for you.." He gave me a grateful smile & left saying he had to meet up with Mr.D. I wished him good luck.

I reached cabin eleven & sat on the front porch playing my guitar while humming a tune, when Percy came.

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Take care my lovely readers.❤

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

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percyjacksonwriter · 2 years

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When A Character... calls people by the wrong names

Percy Jackson fandom please! Any character of your choice

Hi, I know this has been in my ask box for like a year... sorry about that.

Percy sighed, staring at the ceiling after yet another night of very little sleep. He found it difficult to sleep alone now. His cabin felt too quiet. He wished Tyson was here, but Tyson was busy in the underwater forges of Poseidon. And Annabeth was off on a trip. He wondered if she had the same problem.

Oh, well. He had sword fighting classes to teach. He'd get through it. This was usually something he loved. The younger campers were so full of enthusiasm. But he felt like he could barely move at this point.

He got up, got dressed, (slowly) and made his way to the dining hall. He found himself too tired to be truly hungry.

After he'd eaten what little he could manage, he went to the arena to teach the beginner's swordsmanship class. A dozen children were already waiting, with wide smiles, excited to see what he would teach them today. It took all his energy to smile and demonstrate sword moves on a practice dummy. Then he let the children practice, walking around and giving tips on technique. "Good job, James!" He said. "But maybe adjust your grip a little. Like this". He demonstrated.

The kid just stared. "My name is Daniel. James is my older brother."

Percy sighed. "Sorry." What was wrong with him today?

Finally, the lesson was over. He stood in the middle of the arena, surveying the mess he would have to straighten up, and thinking about the other lessons he'd have to teach later. Suddenly feeling lightheaded, he stumbled over to a bench at the edge of the arena and sat down, put his head in his hands. He was certainly no stranger to exhaustion, to nightmares, but this was different. In the months since Tartarus, everything had been much worse. Even though things were mostly calm now, he felt on edge. Unexpected noises made his heart pound. He was tired, mentally, physically, emotionally. He felt tears prick at his eyes and tried furiously to blink them away.

Someone was talking to him. The voice sounded far away, somehow. It was asking if he was alright. He raised his head slowly. There was Jason, looking concerned.

"You look awful" Jason said. "You sick or something?"

Percy shook his head.

"Then what's wrong?" Jason asked.

"Just tired" Percy said. He was usually pretty good at seeming okay, at not worrying anyone, except Annabeth, who understood, and his mom, who would probably always worry about him, at least a little. But today, he didn't have the energy.

Jason looked at him, knowing it was more than that. "Go back to your cabin and rest" he said. "I can teach the rest of your lessons for today."

Percy was hesitant, but grateful. "Are you sure?" Jason nodded.

Percy stood up, and immediately stumbled. Jason reached out to steady him, deciding to walk him to his cabin. Once Percy had collapsed onto his bed, Jason looked at him seriously. "Try to sleep. I'll come back to check on you later, okay?"

Percy nodded, though he wanted very much for Jason to stay.

After Jason left, Percy eventually fell asleep, but woke up shaking soon after. He tossed and turned. Eventually, he dragged himself out of bed to have a shower. It helped, a bit.

Later, when he had once again sat down on his bunk, staring into space, Jason returned, carrying a steaming bowl of something. Noodles, Percy realized.

"You missed lunch, so I brought you something" Jason said.

Percy took the bowl. "Thanks."

He ate slowly, and Jason sat on the bed beside him, looking nervous.

"You sure you're okay?" Jason asked, after a while. "Did you sleep?"

"A little." Percy said. "Just… the dreams are so awful. I know all demigods have bad dreams, but… I see that place every night. Especially when I'm alone. I don't know what to do." He wasn't even sure why he was telling Jason this. He was so tired. He laid the empty bowl on the bedside table, blinking back tears again. He wouldn't cry, he told himself. He wasn't supposed to cry.

Jason reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder. "Have you talked to Chiron?"

Percy shook his head. "What would he do?"

"Worth a try," Jason said. "Or talk to one of the Apollo campers. Or Clovis. Surely someone has something that will help a bit."

Percy nodded. "Alright. Tomorrow."

"Is there anything else I can do?" Jason asked.

Percy hesitated for a moment. He looked at the floor. "Just stay for a while?"

Jason nodded, and began talking softly about the lessons he'd taught that day. Percy leaned back against his pillows, and soothed by Jason's voice, drifted off into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in weeks.

#asks and answers #percy jackson #jason grace #OCs in a minor role #nightmares #exhaustion #fanfiction

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missswag · 2 years

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Clarisse La Rue x fem!reader

The Red Bandana

(book based)

description: Chris never dated Clarisse and never returned from Luke’s side. Y/n and Clarisse had always had a hot and cold relationship and get into a fight over her not agreeing to fight in the war. They go with annabeth and the rest of the campers and go missing during war, later found…

(i do not own percy jackson nor any characters. also not my gif.)

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(Before the war)

I almost want to slam my head on this table, Clarisse has been on me and my cabin about my father, Apollo, chariot. They had captured it in a battle but technically it’s mine and my Apollo siblings.

“You are disrespecting me and my cabin, y/n.” Clarisse says sternly, her face turning red the way it does when she gets really mad. I personally would let her have it but my cabin disagrees and i’m the head of the cabin for a reason, i represent my siblings…ever since Lee died last year. I was his second in command in a way. He taught me to fight, and unlike most people at camp he was my full brother. We both were taken to camp after a monster attacked us and my mom for the first time.

“Babe-“ I try to reason with her but she cuts me off. “Don’t even try to call me babe, your being a bi-“

Suddenly Silena jumps up and slams her hand on the table. “Can we please talk about something important, not over something silly when Charlie just-.” She stops and let’s out a small sob.

I look down at my hands, I wasn’t exactly friends with Silena. Clarisse was always the one who was friends with her, which is odd considering their the complete opposite. Usually I would get jealous over their friendship but Silena was with Beckondorf…or was. He was my friend, always was a great person to talk to. He usually was the main person who I would turn to after Clarisse and I fought.

A silent tear slid down my cheek, when I hear Clarisse say, “I apologize to only Silena.” I look up when she says this and we make eye contact. Then Clarisse threw her knife on the ping pong table before saying, “All of you can fight this was without Ares. Until I get satisfaction, no one in my cabin is lifting a finger. Have fun dying.” And then she left.

Some people looked at me, but I just sat there shocked. She wouldn’t? She-what about me? Does she not love me anymore? So many thoughts ran through my head I didn’t even notice Percy and Annabeth had already went and got the prophecy and read it.

I only was snapped back to reality when everyone started leaving and Connor tapped me on the shoulder. “Y/n…hey you leaving?” I look over and see Travis his brother standing beside him. I nodded slowly and got up from my chair.

Sometimes I start to overthink and suddenly my head gets filled with these nasty thoughts and it’s like I can’t shake them. I had to see Clarisse.

I knocked on the Ares cabin door, and waited a couple of seconds finally Nate, one of Clarisse’s half brothers opened the door before slamming it back closed. I rolled my eyes and knocked again.

After about 5 minutes of knocking the door opened and Clarisse came out and slammed it shut behind her and started stalking towards me making me back up.

“Clarisse we gotta talk.” I say with a sad voice, maybe it even quivered I don’t know. Clarisse just shook her head, “About what? The fact my own girlfriend, doesn’t even respect me enough to give me a chariot my cabin earned?” She asks angrily, almost enough to scare me.

I run my fingers through my hair frustrated, “It’s not my decision! My cabin they-“

“Mean more than me?” Clarisse asks. I stutter, I obviously love Clarisse more than anything but my siblings? My family?

“I-you-they-“ I can’t even get any words out which just seems to make her even angrier. She starts to storm away, so I grab her wrist. “Clarisse…” I trail off, she stops but doesn’t look at me.

“This is so stupid, this fight? We can’t turn on each other when war is just around the corner, and you and your cabin not fighting? You know we barely stand a chance as it is.” I say in a begging manor, actually no, I AM begging.

Clarisse just jerks her hand out if mine, “Then good riddance.” She says before storming away, and I let her. I feel tears pull in my eyes and a sob clawing away to be released. I hold it down and take a shuddering deep breath before walking back towards my cabin.

(right before the camp is about to leave.)

Clarisse and I haven’t spoken since…well, and Annabeth said we were to grab our weapons and armor and head to New York. Except I had to see Clarisse before I go, I mean…this could be it.

I knocked on her cabin door, the curtains on the window on the left side of the cabin are pulled back enough for me to see someone peeking at who would dare knock on their door. A couple of seconds later the door opens and Clarisse steps out. Her signature red bandanna tied in her hair and she’s wearing some loose jeans and a orange camp t-shirt.

She doesn’t say anything so I start talking, “Annabeth said Percy called her to meet her and us in Manhattan. We’re about to leave but i needed to see you.”

Clarisse looks unbothered and just raises a eyebrow, “Why?”

I give her a hurt look, “Because I love you…and I don’t know if i’ll make it home.”

Clarisse doesn’t meet my eyes, she just comes close enough to take her bandanna out of her hair and tie it around my wrist. She then backs away and shoves her hands into her pockets, “Good luck then.” She says before turning and going back into her cabin.

I stand there a second, she didn’t even say it back. Suddenly the bow in my hand feels heavier and the anxiety of knowing i’m going to war feels too real. I sigh and start jogging to meet Annabeth and the others at the entrance of the camp.

What I didn’t know is that Clarisse had stepped outside as soon as I left and broke down.

(Skip to the battle in new york)

Holy Zeus I never knew anyone could be this tired. It’s like every bone is aching inside of me. I see another monster charging, a hellhound. I barely have time to get an arrow and fire before it pounces on me, I close my eyes and wait for the end but feel a cloud of dust fall on me. I look up to see Connor with a sword pointed into where the hellhound was.

He bends down and sticks out a hand which I grab and he pulls me to my feet before plucking a sword from a dead demi god who had went to Luke’s side. “Maybe try this.” He says before handing it to me.

Sword’s weren’t my favorite weapon or the one I was best at but I agree they would be better in this situation. I nod at him before he starts charging another demi god traitor.

Another traitor demi god charges me but he’s smaller, no older than probably 12. I can’t even find it in myself to kill him so I smack the handle of my sword on the side of his head knocking him out. He hasn’t even hit the ground yet when I feel this intense pain in my abdomen. I look down to see the tip of a sword coming out of my stomach.

Suddenly it’s jerked out of me and I fall to my knees and roll over to see Chris Rodriguez, who I had never talked to at camp. I tried to say something, anything, but I could just sputter out blood.

Chris smiled at me in a cruel, sick grin before turning away from me leaving me to bleed out painfully. I stare up at the stormy clouds of New York City, I wish I could see the stars at least. I see a centaur get thrown into the building i’m near knocking the side of the wall into bite making the building slowly start tipping over.

The centaur gets up quickly and gallops away but I can’t move. I feel the bricks start falling on me and then I fall asleep.

3rd Person Pov

A drakon starts to rip through the Big Apple, spitting poison and crushing anything in its path. Some people run, some try their luck and charge the beast only to be met with a terrible death.

Almost hope is lost a girl in armor charging the Drakon with a new group of demi gods behind her also dressed in armor ready for a fight.

Finally when the girl is face to face with the drakon he spits his venom at her making her fall into the arms of Annabeth and other demi gods. Suddenly another girl comes riding in a flying chariot with a electric spear charging the Drakon and jumps onto his head before stabbing the beast in its eye with so much force the spear broke.

Clarisse jumped off the drakon before it disappeared into dust. Running to the injured girl, Annabeth finally jerked off the helmet. It was Silena, her once beautiful face was now covered in poison and she lay dying.

“Why did you do that?” Clarisse asked her eyes raining with tears. “Only…way….to get campers to…follow.” Silena says.

“So you stole my armor and pretended to be me?” Clarisse asked in disbelief. Silena nods slowly, “This is all my fault…charlie…”

Clarisse shushes her, “Don’t say that.” But Silena opens her head to show a bracket with Kronos’s symbol on it. Percy looks at Silena shocked, “You we’re the spy.”

Silena nods, “Before Charlie…Luke was so nice to me…and I wanted to stop after awhile but he threatened to tell…he lied to me…so this is all my fault i’m a traitor ” She says tears escaping her eyes.

Clarisse caressed her cheek, “No, you’re a hero.” And then Silena passed. Everyone felt her loss, but she was reunited with Charlie.

Clarisse rose from her friends body and wiped her tears before looking around and noticed her girlfriend wasn’t in the crowd. “Where’s Y/n?” Nobody said anything, so Clarisse turned to Percy.

“I don’t know.” Clarisse feels this aching pain in her heart, “Does anyone know?” She asks her voice trembling. Connor Strolls steps forward.

“Last I saw her she was fighting Chris Rodriguez.” He said sadly. Suddenly a roar of monsters coming toward them made them turn back to the battle, Clarisse grabbed her helmet and a sword before running to find her girlfriend.

Y/n Fletcher could be anywhere with the dead bodies lying everywhere on the streets, and Clarisse’s heart broke every second she couldn’t see you.

But what hurt the most was when she barely saw a hand sticking out of the rubble with a red bandana tied to it, and if you’d look close enough you’d see it colored a more blood red.

Clarisse held back a sob and started to slowly dig y/n out, the rough brick slicing into her hand but she didn’t care. A whole war going on around her and she still didn’t care. All that mattered to her is that y/n was hurt.

Finally after throwing several bricks away she could see her face, her still hard face. Clarisse kept digging until her girlfriends whole body was uncovered. The place where she had gotten stabbed still oozing blood but it was clear, she was dying.

Clarisse held y/n’s face in her hands and when she couldn’t feel a heartbeat she let out a sorrowful scream enough to shake Hades himself. People didn’t even have to see the body, it was clear. Y/N Fletcher was dead.

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end note: i DID NOT see myself ending it this way but oh well. i love a good heart ache. but let me know if you want a alternate ending to this and i’ll add one on. hope u enjoyed

#clarisse la rue #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percabeth #annabeth chase #clarisse la rue x reader #romance #angst #war #apollo

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader

requested: yes!

warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!

category: headcanons, fluff

a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!

pre-relationship

you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while

your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first

you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often

you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you

he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end

if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck

how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?

she locked you guys in a storage closet :)

and said figure it out ♡

this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers

annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends

at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew

percy was just as annoyed

after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out

you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?

huh, who would have known?

apparently annabeth

you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had

turns out, percy wasn't that bad

you'd never admit that out loud though

after a while, you started to feel things

were percy's eyes always that pretty?

yes, they've always been

oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable

did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross

you tried to deny your attraction to him

you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)

then you started noticing changes in his behavior too

now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly

he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too

that's when you should have known he was down bad

both of you have awful sleep schedules

you hated sleeping in cabin 1

it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks

once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him

you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water

you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks

you either jumped or got eaten

the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice

he grabbed your hand and jumped in

his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys

at first, you didn't focus on it

too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing

he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water

"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself

you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown

you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater

after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes

the both of you became quiet

suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered

and you're not sure what you were thinking

actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him

like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss

ahhhhhh!!!

probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience

once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw

the news made it to atlantis pretty fast

after the kiss, things were so awkward

you avoided him for days, and he avoided you

annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other

the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along

you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared

eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened

you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water

annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter

you didn't understand why it was so funny at first

but then you did

the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all

the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion

your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated

you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass

at the end, you were both offered immortality

the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal

the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift

zeus was offended x2

after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood

the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle

you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence

weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss

it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him

you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again

you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while

the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it

after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time

you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him

you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot

it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."

cue your second kiss

your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much

and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies

relationship

you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend

you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often

for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins

you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts

you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day

you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes

for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms

everything was going great but then december came around

the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom

your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB

but when you got there, you found out he never arrived

you called his home from the payphone in the big house

sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you

but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days

meeting jason

you and annabeth tried everything to find him

then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe

you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed

but this blonde kid felt familiar

you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace

surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother

you were too young to remember his disappearance

the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia

you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing

you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from

it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother

the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward

you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother

you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail

you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest

you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough

both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia

the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler

jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it

thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies

so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd

and well, it didn't work...

thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars

you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you

he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine

after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station

jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt

"we're gonna get caught"

"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly

he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time

on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars

you were upset, to say the least

unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either

then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother

jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed

you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two

"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly

even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so

every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told

when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook

and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog

once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch

he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well

you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason

it was the funniest thing ever to you

every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag

you guys were more alike than you thought

it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win

in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason

your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature

after the argo II departed

you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months

you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter

your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd

after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you

you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him

just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his

"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."

the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again

after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship

you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you

the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning

if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem

you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from

at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet

so you did

they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in

little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation

jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do

and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp

the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives

"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles

"yeah, they are," jason agreed

needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys

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wint-er · 3 years

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The Start Of A Family

Percy Jackson One shot

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The blanket started out small. Just 3 squares of fabric. Annabeth pointed out that if it was 3 squares it couldn’t really be a blanket, it was the wrong shape. Percy always said that he didn’t care, that it was theirs and it was special so it didn’t matter. A blue square, a grey one and a green. Percy, Annabeth and Grover. The beginning of a family.

The next summer a couple more were added, a second blue one and a patched red one. And so Sally and Tyson joined the family. That same summer Annabeth added two more; black and a bright blue joined the collection. Thalia and Luke. Her first family.

The summer after that Thalia added another one, this time her own. A new one. It was still blue, but this time she stitched on a yellow bolt of lightning and a bow, then gave it to Annabeth to pass on. Clarisse joined the mix at some point, a red square, it was charred and ripped and the edges but it was added nonetheless.

Through the years at camp more and more were added until it became a map of everyone who had lived and died. A soft red from Juniper, pink one from Silena, light brown from Beckendorf. Two purple ones from Castor and Pollux and when Castor died Pollux stitched his brother's name in silver thread onto his square. Yellow for Lee and a sort of cream colour for Micheal.

Chiron added a brown square that had additional stitches around the edge, Mr D begrudgingly added a purple one that shimmered in the light. Will added a pastel yellow one soon after the war. Then, once Malcolm sat down to add his, he stitched the names of everyone who died into their squares.

When Thalia returned to camp she added a silver one for Zoe, Annabeth added a new one for Luke, this one a dark blue. Rachel added a bright red one to the mix at some point and no one really knows when but the Aphrodite cabin got a hold of it, and the next time Percy pulled it out of storage there were 4 new squares in varying shades of pink scattered around the edges.

Travis and Conner added a teal, and bright pink square respectively. Saying that they were the most obnoxious colours they could find. Chris added a plain brown one, the fabric of that square was oddly soft Percy had noticed. A green one stitched with daisies was added by Katie soon after Chris added his.

And then Percy went missing and no one touched the blanket for a very long time. It was only when Jason, Piper and Leo got back from their quest, Grover returned from searching and they all knew where Percy was, did Annabeth pull it out of its box under Percy’s bed and take it to the campfire. Grover and Annabeth sat at the edge of the campfire with some of the younger campers telling the stories behind each square.

When Percy found it in his cabin on the Argo there was a new square, a light grey one, so light it was almost white. Whose is it? He’d asked Annabeth, she glanced at the blanket. Paul's, he's part of the family too. She answered.

It was only after the pair got back from tartarus did they add more squares: a gold, reddish brown, sky blue, orange and a dark pink. Hazel, Frank, Jason, Leo and Piper. They were part of the family now too. Whether they liked it or not.

It was around the same time that Percy sat down and stitched everyone's names into their squares. Not just the people who had died. Annabeth added another two patches, both silver, for Bob and Damasen. Bobs with a small gold cat stitched in the corner.

After the war with Gaea, the camps sat together and more squares were added. Purple, black, olive green. Reyna, Nico and Bianca. Various oranges, Nyssa, Harley and Jake. The blanket was getting bigger now, It could comfortably fit Grover, Annabeth and Percy under it now.

Camp Jupiter got hold of it at some point and Dakota added another purple one near his half-brother's set. Gwen added a pale yellow. Lavina predictably added a bright pink one.

Lester- Apollo ended up at camp at some point, while he was there a few more squares were added. An earthy green, shiny gold, bright orange and a dark grey. Austin, Apollo, Kayla and Meg. Meg was oddly hesitant about adding a square and everyone noticed how her eyes lingered on the bright yellow fabric, but no one said anything.

When Leo got back, they added a cinnamon coloured one for Calypso, and when the pair returned after seeing Jo, Emmie and Georgina they added a square for the family, a dark red patch that felt like velvet. That was when the Ares cabin added a few in varying shades of red and black.

When Jason died Thalia came back to camp and stitched a small pink heart in the corner of his square. Leo stitched a red one inside of that heart with surprising skill.

After the fight with Nero, Meg returned to camp and added a bright yellow square over her old one. No longer hesitant to add a patch to the family. The rest of her cabin added patches in a whole array of colour. Slotting them into the missing spaces. A purple and black square were added by Cecil and Lou Ellen at Will's insistence.

The blanket made its way through the camp, picking up squares from people they missed. Evening out the edges and fixing any big gaps in the fabric. It made its way back to the Athena cabin where they stitched up the edge and put it back in a box under Percy's bed. That's where the blanket sat. For years and years. Until Percy upon returning to camp, long after starting a life with Annabeth, found it there.

He sat on the edge of the bed running his hands over the fabric, his fingers seeking out missing stitches and particularly worn patches absently. Having long memorised the little imperfections. Annabeth found him there, with it in his hands staring at it.

The next time they saw Grover, the group sat under it, together, telling stories about their first adventures and reliving a time they never thought they would wish so desperately to go back to. When they were young and didn’t realise the pain and heartbreak that sat before them.

The blanket was big and worn with singed bits where it got too close to the campfire, there were holes where campers hadn’t lined up the squares properly. Sloppy stitches and crooked lines. The right side was uneven and a few of the squares had snarky messages stitched into them by older campers who were leaving, but it was made by them and they would never see some of the people who added to the blanket again.

It was a map of everyone who had lived and died, but it was also a map of the people who had joined the family, who had found a place to be loved, to love, even when the rest of the world didn't seem to want them.

So yes, the blanket wasn’t as small as it was in the beginning but that's only because their family had grown with them. And it was very much like the blanket, big, miss matched and messy. So yes, it was different, but amongst all the newer squares and marshmallow stains, sat the first three squares, A blue square, a grey one and a green. Percy, Annabeth and Grover. The beginning of a family.

And the beginning of a family it was indeed.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hi could you do some Percy x little sibling headcanons kind of like the ones you did with Jason? No pressure if you don’t want to!

Yep yep!

Percy Jackson x Little Sibling!Reader Headcanons

Percy was surprised but happy when you were claimed

He definitely wondered why Poseidon didn't tell him about you

Nevertheless he jumped into the big brother role

However it was a little tougher than being a big bro to little Estelle

Because you were a teenager

And he wasn't an adult. But practically a teenager

He sort of panicked

But ending up easing up

Sally adored you

You were like another child for her

Constant water fights

Percy was usually laidback and chill, but he become like a vulture when it came to being the protective brother

When he wasn’t the protective brother, he was the mother hen

Percy was so so so nervous when you went on your first quest

Not only could he not bare to be away from you because you two were so close, but he was worried for your safety

If you came back with even a scratch, Percy vowed to bring hell to any monster you had faced

When you did come back, he took care of you for at least a week

Despite the fact that you didn’t have any major wounds

Instead of Annabeth being kidnapped, it was you and Percy l o s t it

He was so furious when they finally arrived and saw you holding the sky, bruised and scratched

He attacked Luke and it was only when you asked him that he stopped

Because all of Percy’s attention was on you now

Making sure you were okay

He insisted on carrying you everywhere

And when he heard your story about how Luke tricked you into holding the sky, he got even more mad

You and Percy were very close

Remember how I said constant water fights? Percy also loved to tickle you

He’d yell “Tickle attack!” at any random moment, taking advantage of just how ticklish you were

Constant sleepovers in Cabin #3

And movie nights

Ya’ll were a chaotic and sassy duo

And you loved to annoy the other campers together

You two were the best partners for Capture the Flag, combining your powers to beat everyone else

Like Percy, you also loved anything blue

And you were best friends with the seven

Close with Poseidon, too

You and Percy loved to go down to his underwater castle

Amphitrite truly was the best stepmom

You got along great with Thalia

Ya’ll were the superior cousins

If you two ever got a quest together, both of you were SO excited

You also hated how much taller Percy was than you

Cause he loved to tease you about it

“My small little sibling!” “Give me the book on the top shelf, please.”

When he went missing, those were the worst few months for you

You were devistated

When you finally found him, you refused you leave his side

Like Percy was protective of you, you were definitely protective of him

And you two were the best of friends

Literally the best sibling duo ever

#percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #pjo #daughter of poseidon #son of poseidon #child of poseidon #pjo imagine #pjo fic #pjo x y/n #pjo x you #pjo x reader #percy jackson imagine #camp half blood #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo hoo

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bunkernine · 3 years

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Do you have more to say about your seven of the prophecy in your recent post? Like dynamics between each member?

yeah sure let's go!!!!!! so the seven is: drew, travis, malcolm, clovis, dakota, gwen, lavinia

they're an older group, leaning on that 17/18 age. they're just chilling most of the time, any time they argue it's over dumb things getting blown out of proportion because of drama queens drew and dakota 🙄

anyway this is how it goes:

drew: she mostly thinks about the war she was in and how she's being thrown in another when all she wants to do is just go to school and bitch. she and the rest of the chb kids have been going to camp together for years, so she's familiar with them but isnt really that close. malcolm is apart of her friend group tho and they just whine and snark everyone together. she hates dakota's attitude and respects gwen

travis: he was supposed to be going to college, but after years at being in chb, he found it very hard to adjust. most of his arc is trying to figure out that he needs to grow up, but also he's struggling without his brother. i think siblings in pjo should've been explored more, and the stolls are excellent cause they're so tied together and share both parents. so that separation after years is a huge impact... also he did grow up with luke, so that must be explored too!!!! knowing luke vs drew's knowing silena is very touchy and causes a lot of internal/external anger between those two

malcolm: my dude doesn't even care about athena, he thinks annabeth should've been here instead, and he just thought everyone would die in 5 minutes. that said, he's building more physical skills and just growing more confident. despite him and drew bitching together, they still butt heads a bunch. people tend to think he's serious but he just has an annoyed looking face and he's used to navigating the hectic-ness of the athena cabin by ignoring it

clovis: idk i think he def has the potential to be one of the most powerful characters, hypnos is so sick. his cabin is the ones who's been communicating with the romans via dreams to bring them together. after that he didn't care but his cabin pushed him into the prophecy and so he sighed and went. pretty okay guy, but pisses off people when he wanders into their dreams. his apathy actually makes them dislike him more, but one-on-one he gives vry good advice

dakota: literally always just trying to have fun, camp jupiter is so bad that this world-ending quest is the biggest vacation for him LMAOOO. he feels a bit free but his too lax attitude can be both good and bad. he and gwen hook up all the time 🙄 they're so obvious it's embarassing. but like ultimately, he has so much baggage from cj that he just doesn't know how to handle it. gets along fairly well with everyone

gwen: similar to dakota. both were supposed to go to college this year too, like travis, but to new rome. she literally said "i am NOT missing a semester' and brought all her work with her, but then travis used it in a prank so now she just bickers with him and keeps referencing it. she and lavinia get along very well, but she doesn't like drew or malcolm much. she's the most hesitant about this quest. i toyed with her having like, villain backstory or family. there's no reason, i just think it's funny

lavinia: she's the newest demigod around, and shes always running away to flirt with her gf on iris message or sending messages via the trees. being jewish seems like a big part of her character as well so seeing how that intertwines with being a demigod is interesting. drew is picky about her hair and always shows up with colors to redye. other than that, she and travis gets along well and she finds clovis funny because he helps her talk to poison oak. malcolm bores her, and gwen babies her. dakota is a bad influence

actually it's kinda interesting cause i just chose side characters who amuse me, but like almost all of them were in leader positions when they didn't want to be. they've all experienced the war from different viewpoints except for lavinia, and that most impacts them despite them pretending it doesn't. dakota acts like he's chill but he essentially has military training behind him and it comes out at bad times. i think for the most part they just bicker or mess around, but there are moments when they need to make a serious decision and they're too stubborn and pissed off to treat each other nicely.

ultimately what they have is that the seven do not, is history and deep knowledge of their world. drew knows travis is weird and has been victim to his nonsense before, but also she hasn't seen him operate alone. that kind of thing. they all could have memories from way back, and that sort of thing matters

#the seven 2 #asks #anon #drew tanaka #travis stoll #malcolm pace #clovis pjo #dakota pjo #gwen pjo #lavinia asimov #long post #its not complete tho in my head 🙄 i dont even care i just think theyre funny and going 'we r gonna die'#'*nods* yeah lets get a mani pedi first tho'

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imagine-nation20 · 3 years

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Just Like This

Summary: Capture the flag isn’t always your least favorite camp activity, but sometimes it is.

Requested by: Anon

Request:Hey if your still doing Percy Jackson fics/headcannons can I request Connor stoll x shy daughter of Hecate reader pls

A/N: I started writing this as headcanons, and then I got really carried away and decided to write this, oops. I’m just glad someone requested Connor. Even if I forgot about this request and stumbled upon it very late. Also, not so sure this turned out as a shy reader, since I am bad at writing shy characters.

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Hecate’s cabin was the exact opposite of what you had expected when you first arrived at the camp. Instead of the dark, dreary color palette you had imagined based on the other camper’s cabins, it was surprisingly bright. White walls, with a mix of pale and dark purples. There were various decorations around, only one bed, and different magic bits and bobbles. One wall was taken up entirely by a bookshelf. Most of the books looked far from normal though, and you had only been brave enough to open the most plain looking ones as of yet.

It felt safe. It felt like home.

Still, you couldn't remain inside all day. Someone would notice, come looking for you, maybe make you do their chores. A knock at the door confirmed this thought, and you stood from your bed, moving over to the door.

It swung open to reveal the youngest Stoll brother, Connor, who looked to be in his usual state of disarray. Dark hair looking unbrushed, his camp shirt wrinkled, jeans rolled up to his calves, and his sneakers properly drenched and getting water all over the front steps of the cabin.

You raised a brow, “Do I want to know?”

Connor looked down to his shoes, “Probably not,” he admitted, looking up at you with a toothy grin.

You leaned against the doorway of the cabin, smiling down at Connor who was much shorter than you from his placement down the steps. “And I guess knocking on my door was more important than changing out of your drenched sneakers for some reason?”

“Annabeth ordered me to remind you not to miss capture the flag again,” He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes, “Ordered? Aren’t you supposed to be some hotshot counselor? When did you start taking orders?”

Connor leaned on one of the pillars, exaggerating a ‘smooth’ aura. “Since those orders allowed me to visit my favorite demigod.”

“Me?” You asked, faking sweetness.

A meow came from behind you, and Connor’s facade shifted into a smile, “No, Mordred.”

Your cat ran out to him from between your legs, jumping right into his arms. You glared at the cat, crossing your arms. “Traitor.”

“We should be going, if we don’t want Annabeth to cut us into little pieces for being late.”

“Do you think we could take her?”

“Ha, no.”

Capture the flag wasn’t entirely horrid. Especially since Hecate and Hermes cabins were both sided with Athena that time. That means that all Connor and you had to do was lounge around where the flag was, and make sure no stray Ares kids got a little too big for their britches. So far, they had no trouble.

“Oh, oh, I spy with my little eye, something green.”

“Connor, I swear to god, if its a leaf again-”

“This is so boring,” Connor groaned, cutting you off. “Maybe one of these days, the Athena kids should get the boring job. Let Anabeth sit as a rock for an hour with nothing to do.”

The small clearing was quiet. You and Connor shared a look. There was nothing innocent in the mischievous glint of his eyes. You began to shake your head, silently telling your friend a blanket no for whatever he was thinking.

“Connor, do-” An arrow whizzed through the trees, catching you in the shoulder. You shouted out in both surprise and the sudden pain that came from the tip embedding itself into your skin. It had cut through the leather armor like butter.

“(Y/N)!” Connor shouted.

The sound of a heavy scuffle met your ears, your eyes staring up at the canopy of trees above. Footsteps, echoing beneath you through the packed dirt. Your eyes drifted over to your shoulder, seeing the arrow shaft sticking up from your shoulder. With a bit to your lip, and a deep breath, you reached over to feel the back side.

The tip of the arrow was poking out from the leather armor. Knowing that pulling it back would just cause more damage, you reached to the shaft, snapping the wooden stick off. This would give more access to movement, and you wouldn’t have to worry about knocking into it and causing more pain.

Slowly, you stood. The sword on your belt was easily drawn with a ‘shink’, drawing the attention of the Ares boy making his way towards the flag. Connor was busy with another, their sword clashing. The Ares kid smirked at you, charging with a hearty yell.

You ducked the blow, kicking out at his shin. The boy toppled forward, groaning. You hit the back of his head with the pommel of the sword, halting his movements. He would have a terrible headache when he woke up, but at least you hadn’t the stomach to repay him for the arrow wound.

“Hey, you good?” Connor’s hand was on your good shoulder, he eyes peering closely into your own. You must have been staring at the knocked out camper for too long.

“Yeah,” you lied, feeling the pain ripple through your shoulder. “I think I should go see Chiron.”

Connor nodded, reaching down to his belt for the emergency horn there. After a few events of campers in danger with no way to call, Chiron had proposed special war horns for the counselors to call for help.

“I think something is wrong,” You mumbled, looking down at the wound. It was festering a dark purple. “That’s not good.”

The horn blew, and you blacked out.

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When you came too again, you were in the Apollo tent. A few other campers were held up in cots, but it was mostly empty. Outside, cricket could be heard. You must’ve been asleep for a good few hours. Your stomach rumbled at the thought of missing dinner.

Every little movement hurt, even tilting your head to look around the tent. Something cloth rustled on your head, and you went to lift your right hand. However, you found yourself unable, as your hand was pinned to the bed by a much larger, warmer hand.

Connor’s head rested on the cot beside you, his dark, curly hair spilling across the linen sheets. Soft breathes escaped his mouth, which hung open. Soft cheeks dampened by puffiness and dark purple circles beneath the lids of his eyes.

“He’s been there the whole time,” A quiet voice whispered. “Will couldn’t get him to leave.”

You looked over, spotting an injured and annoyed looking Nyssa. She looked like she had been hit by a train, and knowing the Hephaestus cabin, she probably had.

“Did he miss dinner?” You whispered back.

Nyssa gave you a weird look, “Yeah, three of them. Will had to shove a plate into his hands and force feed him.”

Your eyes widened, “Wait, three?”

“Yeah, you’ve been out for two whole days,” Nyssa looked out the flap longingly, “At least you didn’t have to be awake for it though. Harley set off an explosion in the workshop, threw me into a wall. Everyone was still scrambling around you when I got here.”

A shift beside you, and you looked down. Connors dark lashes were fluttering, his eyes slowly peeling open. The bright blue looked dulled, like it had lost its shine. They trailed up your arm, seeing you sat up slightly, eyes peering back.

He let out a shaky breath, “(Y/N),” sitting bolt straight, he gripped your hand. “Are you okay?”

“What happened, Con?”

He looked almost annoyed, though not at you, “That stupid Ares kid accidentally loaded his quiver with poisoned arrows. Don’t worry though, I accidentally laced his food with laxatives, and his bed with roaches.”

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched out over your face, “And here I would have thought you wouldn’t have had time, being here twenty-four-seven and all,” you gave him a look.

“Yeah yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “Listen-”

“Oh for gods’ sake, just kiss and get it over with. If I have to sit through one more awkward conversation where you two dance around each other I’ll poison you both,” Nyssa growled out, looking only mildly annoyed in reality.

You shared a look with Connor, both of you holding back smiles, “Should I tell her?”

“What? That we’ve been dating for the last two years?”

You both turned to look at her simultaneously. Nyssa looked almost horrified at the realization. Her mouth hung open, the hello kitty Band-Aid on her cheek scrunched as her face did.

“Oh Zeus’ beard, you two are just like this? May the god’s have mercy…” She muttered under her breath, laying down in bed. She moved her pillow over her head to block you out.

You and Connor shared a laugh, and with both of you stuck inside the tent after curfew, you saw no problem in letting him climb into the cot with you. It was a more comfortable and peaceful sleep for you both.

#percy jackson imagine #percy jackson oneshot #percy jackson #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #connor stoll imagine #connor stoll oneshot

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oneshot-wxnderland · 3 years

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Sweet Dream Part 1 | Jason Grace

Summary: Jason has an interesting dream about his friend Y/n and he can’t get it out of his head all day.

Category: smut

Part 2

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For the first time, Jason was very glad to have a cabin to himself when he woke up this morning. Breathing hard and his pulse pounding, he screwed his eyes shut and cursed Apollo for the morning rays that were breaking up the images of his dream. Images of you. And him.

He felt hot all over and threw his sheets off, laying there in a daze.

That was so weird, he thought, throwing his arms over his eyes to block out the sun. Incredibly wrong to have a dream like that about a friend like you.

He lay there for too long, thinking rationally about how it was just a random dream that his subconscious threw together and happened to pick you for the subject. Thinking that it meant nothing and that it was something he should just forget and move on from. And yet, as he lay there, bare chest rising and falling in the morning light, he couldn’t stop replaying the scenes from last night.

Scenes of you scantily dressed and beckoning, a seductress so tempting that he thought for sure you were some kind of monster waiting to ensnare him, but when he reached out and took you in his arms, he thought that even the most powerful monster couldn’t be as alluring as you were right now.

Scenes of you and him together, touching and kissing and more. He recalled how your body felt beneath him, his hands gliding over and gripping your soft skin. Your own hands, in his hair and pulling him ever closer.

When he finally roused himself to check the time he cursed, seeing that he had missed breakfast and was going to be late for sparring with Percy.

“Dude, where is your brain today?” Percy asked when Jason belatedly parried his strike. “I mean you’re usually easy to beat, but not this easy.”

“Funny, Jackson.” Jason deadpanned and forced all lingering thoughts of you out of his mind so that he could focus on beating his friend. He found it to be a good distraction and went a little harder than he usually does in practice, causing Percy to respond in kind.

After a while, Jason had finally bested Percy and was about to disarm him when a clear voice rang out and hit him in the gut.

“Yeah Jason! Show him who’s boss!” His head whipped around to spot you and your cabin mates gearing up to have their turn in the arena. You waved at him and the wall of distraction that sparring had provided broke and he thought of his dream again, of your hair shining like it did last night when it was fanned out against his pillow.

Percy, intrigued by this occurrence and taking advantage of Jason’s distraction, flipped the position and left Jason disarmed on his back.

“You good?” He asked, lending a hand to help his friend up.

“Yeah,” Jason replied absentmindedly, clearly not aware of how openly he was staring at you as you warmed up. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Percy looked between Jason and you with a raised eyebrow but decided not to question it.

“Okay… well, come on. It’s our turn on the lava wall.”

The rest of the morning went better, with Jason putting his all into every task they did trying to keep his mind from wandering back to you. By lunchtime he was a sweaty mess and was having an easy conversation with Percy, who desperately wanted to consult with Annabeth on what the matter with Jason was.

Since Jason and Percy were each the only children of their godly parents at camp, they shared training schedules and a table at lunch so they wouldn’t be all alone. Except their lunch table rarely only housed the two of them since almost always Annabeth and some of their other friends would break the rules and sit by them.

So today for lunch it was the two boys and Annabeth talking about plans for their next trip to New Rome until Y/n came and sat next to Jason.

“Hey guys,” she greeted as she straddled the bench, leaning in to steal a grape off of Jason’s plate. He immediately stiffened at Y/n’s sudden nearness and the smell of her freshly washed hair clouded his senses. She must have just taken a shower after her morning training since her hair was still damp. And picturing her in the shower did wonders for Jason’s predicament. Great.

His change in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by Percy and Annabeth, who shared a look, but it was completely lost on Y/n, who grabbed another one of his grapes.

“Hey, Y/n,” the couple greeted and started the conversation back up. Except this time Jason wasn’t contributing much since the way Y/n was leaning towards him with her arms braced in front of her on the bench was causing a very tempting distraction to peak up over her tank top.

“Jason?” He realized too late that she was talking to him and his eyes snapped to his plate almost as fast as his cheeks reddened.

“What?”

“I said…” Y/n poked him in the shoulder. “Do you want to go canoeing with us tonight?”

“Oh, yeah. Sounds fun.”

It was most certainly not fun. This wasn’t the first time they’d snuck out after lights out to hang and do stuff, and objectively canoeing was one of the least sexy activities there is, but it still got to Jason.

Of course Annabeth and Percy shared a canoe which left Jason and Y/n in their own trailing after them. However, they quickly fell behind since Percy had given up on paddling and just willed their canoe forward. Damn water bastard that he is.

“You still alive back there?” Y/n called back to him.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not talking.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” She put down her paddle and started to stand up, rocking the canoe as she did.

“What are you doing?” Jason asked concerned as he tried to keep the canoe steady while she turned around and sat to face him.

“You’ve been weird all day. What’s up.”

“Nothing.”

“It’s definitely something.”

“No. It’s not.”

Y/n sighed and turned back around, starting to paddle back to shore. “If you don’t wanna talk, that’s fine. I’m gonna go to bed.”

Jason’s mind was at war with itself as he hopped out of the canoe and tied it to the dock. On the one hand he felt bad for being rude to Y/n, but on the other he was wondering if her moonlit skin was as soft as he remembered it being in the dream. Or if her laugh sounded anything like the way she moaned in his ear.

He was so caught up in his head that when Y/n tripped getting out of the canoe, Jason not only caught her but pulled her to him. Her eyes slightly widened and her intake of breath made Jason want to get more sounds out of her but he came to and hastily stepped away as if she would burn him.

Now thoroughly confused and pissed off by his mixed signals, Y/n scoffed and turned to leave.

Without thinking, Jason caught her wrist and blurted out, “I had a dream last night.”

Y/n looked at him more confused than ever, but didn’t shake his grasp.

“Okay?”

“About you.”

“Oh?” She took in the clench of his jaw and how he refused to look at her and it clicked. “Oh.”

“So that’s why I’ve been weird all day. Sorry.”

They stood there in silence for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity while Jason waited for her to curse him out, laugh, or even push him off the dock. But when her hand came to rest on his cheek it wasn’t to shove him away and instead gently turned his face to hers.

She took a step closer to him and the heated gaze of his dream seductress moved from his lips to his eyes as she spoke the words he would remember forever:

“Do you want to recreate it?”

Part 2

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Percy Jackson At Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Wizards Are What Now?

Look, Percy never wanted to be half-blood.

Being a half-blood – the child of a mortal human and a god – was dangerous. It was scary. Most of the time, on top of having neglectful parents and a dysfunctional and incestuous family that wanted you dead for petty reasons, it got you killed in other painful, nasty ways.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Percy didn’t feel envious of the kids who didn’t have to deal with the mythological world.

Percy Jackson was seventeen years old. Until a month ago, he was fighting a war against a Greek primoradial, the Earth Mother incarnate, Gaea – also known as his great grandmother. Before that, he fought in a war against his grandfather, Kronos, Greek Titan of Time, who wanted to overthrow the Olympian gods and take over the world and the Empire State Building. Somewhere in between he also found time to spend a month in literal Greek hell, Tartarus, who also happened to be his great grandfather, and who also tried to murder him on sight.

Was Percy a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

And right now, he was still trying to clean up the mess from the Second Giant War.

Now that there wasn’t a war looming overhead, the gods’ recent exploits were coming to light, and new demigods were popping up everywhere, everyday. The number of demigods skyrocketed now that they were actively searching and not waiting for them to stumble into Camp on their own.

But that also meant there were new kids to train, more demigods for the gods to claim, and less time to recoup from the recent war.

Less than a month had passed since Gaea’s defeat.

The days were filled with helping each other get back on their feet, rebuilding the camps, and trying to keep the fragile peace in order.

There was still a lot to sort out, and the gods weren’t as hands-on as most would like. There was conflict building up. News spread about how the gods helped the seven demigods of the prophecy fight the giants, because a giant couldn’t be killed by a mortal alone, and this made many jealous and angry. The gods could pop in for a single battle when it was their own ass on the line, but not when a group of their own literal kids needed to rebuild their home that was dedicated to the gods?

Besides Chiron and Dionysus, the only god to physically stay at Camp Half-Blood following the battle against Gaea due to his punishment from Zeus, there were no other adults. The oldest demigods were barely twenty. Despite age, most, if not all, the demigods looked to the prophecy demigods for guidance and leadership.

Annabeth, Jason, Percy, Piper, and Nico.

The brunt of the responsibility fell on the daughter of Athena, and the son of Poseidon. They led their Camp through the Second Titan War, and now they were survivors of another war.

Things weren’t easy for a long time.

The Camp was completely ravaged.

During Gaea’s seize of the Greek demigod Camp, the cabins were burned by the monsters and toppled by Gaea’s massive earthquakes. Not even the Big House – the staple of Camp Half-Blood, the oldest building on the lot – survived the attack.

Camp Jupiter didn’t fare any better, but their buildings had been more structurally sound, thicker and built of material that didn’t burn and crumble. Enough buildings were still standing well enough to inhabit.

Everything had to be rebuilt for Camp Half-Blood.

Nobody could be sent home – to their mortal homes, with mortal parents, and a mortal life, mortal being the slang for “normal” among the mythological world – despite the new lack of residency at Camp Half-Blood. Kids needed to heal. There were nightmares and PTSD. Trauma and concussions. People to be counted, bodies missing, some so mauled they were impossible to identify. Several bodies were unearthed from the ground, sucked in by Gaea’s attack and suffocated beneath the dirt.

Shrouds were made for those who could be identified, the unknown buried in unmarked graves to be remembered. Those who were missing were given honorary shrouds, unknowing if they were in one of the unmarked graves. The Romans were unable to do their traditional funeral rituals, transporting the bodies all the way to Camp Jupiter, and were burned in shrouds alongside the Greeks.

Mortal parents simply couldn’t help.

They couldn’t fathom their children being in a war.

There were fears that demigods would be taken away from Camp Half-Blood by their mortal parents, horrified at what their kids were put through. Chiron especially worried about demigods who would be kept from Camp by parents, forcing them to live alone without any mythological world support, to defend against monsters on their own, without any magic or special weapons.

So, among the remaining able-bodied demigods, Greeks alongside Romans worked together to erect the new Big House. Tents from the Romans’ siege on Camp Half-Blood were gifted to the Greeks to provide residency until the new cabins were built, while the Romans started to march back home.

During all the chaos, Percy didn’t have any time to sit down and process all that happened.

The whole Camp looked up to him as a leader, but Percy didn’t feel very strong or wise.

He only felt bitter.

There were some who walked by and whispered “lucky” and “prophecy.”

Some who stopped talking as soon as he walked into the room.

Those who acted like he wasn’t even human, just some untouchable hero; but they ostracized him.

Percy was aware that he was one of the so-called “lucky” campers; lucky being compared, because at least he walked away with all his limbs intact.

It didn’t feel like he was lucky.

He wasn’t unscathed. He bore many scars, visible and not. His time in Tartarus was an impossible nightmare on bad nights, and a shadow on good days.

Percy was learning that he had triggers.

He was learning Annabeth did, too.

Neither liked using elevators.

Annabeth’s expression went tight when Percy used his powers around her. She turned away, sometimes completely leaving the area.

She got antsy in the dark, a childhood fear resurfaced.

There were other little things; at night when she had nightmares she would toss and turn in bed, sweating through her clothes and sheets, despite the breeze being cold. Sometimes Annabeth would completely avoid Percy, acting snappish, always coming back and apologizing in the end, and they would hold each other like they were hanging over the chasm again.

Annabeth refused to talk about what she saw in her nightmares, and Percy never pushed. He was one of the only people who could understand what she was going through.

Sometimes all they could do was sit and try to drown out the memories of The Pit.

Percy’s triggers were different.

He developed a deep-seated hatred for empousai. The moment he saw one, his body started to shake with adrenaline and nerves, fire flashing before his eyes.

Percy could no longer look at the stars without feeling a deep loss, tears pricking at his eyes.

He prayed to his father, Poseidon, more often, as if trying to re-establish his connection to the sea, to re-establish his connection to the Overworld, as if that could cleanse him of what happened in The Pit. As if he could wash away the touch of The Pit.

Percy’s nightmares were always blurry and violent. He wouldn’t snap awake like others. He didn’t startle or jerk upright. He didn’t make a single noise. He would wake silently, and lay there in bed, eyes open and unseeing, that shattered glass feeling he always dreaded at the bottom of his stomach. After he could never go back to sleep, and he would get up and sit on the tile in his cabin for hours and look in the mirror and wait for the image to change. He would wait for it to reflect what he feared, though it never did.

“Okay, so, how big is the situation? Is it like, ‘Aphrodite lost her hairbrush again’ big? Or is it ‘Gaea has risen again’ big?”

Annabeth frowned. “I don’t know. All Chiron said was that a god needed our help – and I don’t know about you, but I don’t like the sound of that.” She chewed her bottom lip in thought as they headed toward the Big House. They had been asked to attend a private meeting with Chiron, outside of the camp counselor meeting. “He sounded serious, too. Whichever god it is must be an asshole to seek help so soon after the war.”

She wasn’t wrong, Percy thought.

Jason was appointed Pontifex Maximus in Camp Jupiter, and as such he was responsible of advising the praetors, ruling over the Camp Jupiter counsel, and overseeing the work and prayers to the minor gods. His promise to Kymopoleia to bring worship and awareness for all minor gods became his fulltime job, and it was ruled that most gods must go through Jason to request help from either demigod camp.

A god asking for help directly after a full-scale war? Using Chiron as their connection? It was a hit below the belt, and it made Percy frustrated.

A few demigods raised their heads in greeting as Percy and Annabeth passed by the arts and crafts center. Conner and Travis Stoll, who were trying to build bombs with bits and pieces from the forge, took one look at Percy, then at Annabeth, and wiggled their brows suggestively. Percy unsubtly stuck them the bird, and they started to laugh their assess off.

The Big House was smaller now, after being rebuilt.

What could be scavenged from the attic was saved, but most of it was lost. Magical artifacts and ancient texts were burned and crushed. Now the Big House served mostly as the infirmary, aside from the drop-by medicinal tent near the Apollo cabin, where more medical supplies were. The Apollo and Hephaestus cabins had been the first to be rebuilt because they gave needed services.

Aside from the infirmary, the Big House had a commons area for meetings, and housed a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

Checking in the commons area, Chiron was in his wheelchair. Nico was sitting at the beloved ping pong table, which had somehow survived the siege on Camp, and Thalia was sitting backwards on a chair by the new counselor table, which no one ever used.

Percy sat next to Nico and twirled the ping pong paddle between his hands, Annabeth taking her usual seat during counsel meetings.

Chiron looked tense.

“Now, I know that only a month has passed since the end of the Second Giant War, but –”

The air practically sparked with the collective tension that built.

“– a new quest has been issued.”

Annabeth leaned forward in her seat, interested. “Chiron, you can’t have an official quest without a prophecy. And the last time I checked; the Oracle of Delphi wasn’t working right now.”

“Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a quest from the Greek pantheon, then.”

Percy cocked a brow and shared a look with Annabeth.

“The Roman pantheon doesn’t have an oracle, and their last augur exploded himself, so –”

“It’s a friend of Lady Hecate, the Triple Goddess.”

Dead silence.

“The Triple Goddess?” Percy parroted. “I don’t follow.”

“The Triple Goddess is of the Old Religion, once practiced in Europe hundreds of years ago by the druids and magic users in general. It belonged to Albion, a land of five kingdoms, before it split into the United Kingdom and Ireland.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Nico said.

“All those years ago, in the middle ages, after the golden age of the Greek pantheon, the Old Religion became very popular in Albion. Magic was something that anyone could practice even if they weren’t born with the innate talent, with the proper training. Through the ages, though, the religion declined, and the New Religion rose and became the staple. While the Old Religion relied on the magic of the land, sea, and sky; the New Religion relied on your inner magical core, and so not everyone could do this new magic.”

Chiron shifted in his wheelchair and pulled out a small stack of photos, but when he tossed them onto the ping pong table, the demigods saw that they held moving pictures.

In one photo, it showed a person standing over a boiling cauldron, on the wooden table beside them, old parchment with a quill that moved by itself, writing on the paper. The picture moved slightly, the character stirring the cauldron. Then the animated picture reset and repeated.

In another photo, two persons stood facing each other, holding purposefully shaped wooden sticks, pointing them at each other. Bright lights exploded from the tips of the sticks, and their robes and hair swayed with strong winds.

In the last photo, a person was wearing a uniform of sorts, with a helmet and pads on their knees and elbows. They held an old broomstick between their knees, and metal hinges held on the back close to the bristles, like a hitch for the feet. In the picture, the person grabbed onto the end of the broomstick and shot into the air, like magic. It gave image to the stereotype of witches flying on brooms in the night.

“The Old Religion died out because the land lost its magic. Only select spots held magical creatures and natural magic. Magic was only preserved through the New Religion, and those who practiced the New Religion became witches and wizards. The lot of them went into hiding and created their own society – the wizarding world.”

“In today’s day and age, magic is passed down through genetics. And sometimes, those with magic cores can be born to those with no magic at all. The population of magic users stays stable, and there is balance in the world of magic …” Chiron winced. “Mostly.”

“But these people have lost contact with the Triple Goddess. They no longer worship or prayer to her. They rely solely on their own magic, not what comes naturally from the land, like in the Old Religion. And recently, war has passed for them. The Second Wizarding War ended four months ago. And this has severely depleted their resources and magic. There is a school for the magic users, used as the stronghold during the war, and now the wizarding world’s hero is returning to finish his studies.”

“His moniker is ‘The Boy Who Lived,’ and he’s called Harry Potter. But he was only a child – is only a child. He and his peers are children who have been used to fight a war that they shouldn’t have had to fight.” Chiron looked very grim.

Percy bitterly sank back in his seat.

“We were kids, too.”

Chiron sighed. “This war has thrown the balance of magic out of whack. The natural magic has been depleted for too long, and there are those who are actively tipping the balance to sabotage the magic for their own gain. It’s suspected that the dark forces from the war – Death Eaters – are still operating in the shadows. It is because of this that the Triple Goddess has called upon you as heroes to help restore the wizarding world and save magic.”

“You would only be obligated to attend the school of Hogwarts until you uncovered the source of oppression over magic, so the Death Eaters can be caught and restrained. If you choose to accept, of course.”

Percy eyed him sharply. “You say that as if we have a choice.”

Chiron pursed his lips. “Despite what you think, yes, you do.”

“But this is from a whole other pantheon,” Nico said. “A group of magical people who don’t even believe in the goddess who brought about their magic. Why do we have to fix this?”

More silence.

Chiron looked down on them unapologetically.

Percy shifted uncomfortably, looking over at Annabeth. Chiron seriously expected them to just up and leave Camp for this quest. Barely a month had passed since their own war, and they were getting by as they were. Percy didn’t believe Camp Half-Blood could afford to lose any support or cabin counselors, even for a short period of time.

“So, let me get this straight,” Percy said. “Basically – if I just ignore the little prologue, you gave there – you want us to go to this magical school, on orders of a goddess that’s almost faded, stalk a kid, and watch out for people who like to try to rob the world of magic – magic, which they use themselves.”

Chiron looked pained. “No, I don’t believe they’re purposefully robbing the world of magic.”

“Oh, well that clears everything up.” Percy threw his hands in the air.

“Regardless, you understand what’s being asked. This is a quest, technically coming from Hecate, as a favour for the Triple Goddess. It’s valid as a hero’s quest. It was decided it would be best that you go undercover as transfer students and secretly watch over Harry Potter, the target for most Death Eaters. Your goal is to prevent trouble before it gets serious, though I doubt that will be hard, as trouble always manages to find you –”

“Wait, hold on,” Percy said, still hung-up on the quest. “How are we supposed to fit in at a school for the magically gifted? None of us are wizards.”

“Oh, that is something that can easily be fixed,” Chiron said, dismissing the problem.

“Excuse me?!” Thalia said.

“Hecate considered this quest from the Triple Goddess for a long time before coming to me.”

Percy rolled his eyes. Out of everyone in the room, he had the least faith in the gods. They never gave him anything to have faith in.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at the camp director. “And how exactly does Hecate plan on ‘fixing’ the problem? I don’t see any obvious solutions. We’re demigods, not wizards.”

Chiron shifted awkwardly. “She has not shared that with me. I have only gotten the request that you undertake this quest for the Old Religion, and that she will visit to prepare you.”

Percy felt like grinding his teeth. “Oh, so she just expected us to accept the quest. She never considered us refusing? Why can’t the wizards fix their own problem?” Chiron said nothing. “Camp is still in shambles – we don’t even have all the cabins rebuilt yet! We can’t leave, not now. There’s still too much work to do here, and too many new demigods to watch over and protect. And have you even considered that maybe we don’t want to go on this quest? That maybe we want a break? My entire childhood was prophecy after prophecy, quest after quest, serving the gods. We’re under no obligation to do this. You can tell Hecate that she can stick her magic wands up –”

He didn’t get the chance to finish because Annabeth had already taken a ping pong paddle and smashed a ping pong ball in his direction, the mutual action used to keep order in camp counselor meetings.

“BALL!” Annabeth yelled, slamming her paddle across the table.

Percy scowled and took his seat again.

“Now, Percy,” she said sweetly, leaning over the table. “Where did you say Hecate could put those wands?”

“Nowhere,” he muttered.

Annabeth acquiesced and put the paddle down.

“Where is this school anyway?” Nico asked. He frowned. “And Hogwarts? What kind of name is that?”

“It resides in Scotland, its exact location unknown and hidden by powerful magic. Outside of the school, which is an ancient and famous monument for the wizarding world, there are other magical establishments. One place you will be required to visit is Diagon Alley, a wizarding market. That’s where you’ll collect your resources for going undercover at school.”

“Again, you’re saying all this like we’ve agreed to go,” Percy mumbled.

He was ignored. Thalia raised her hand, her features etched with confusion. “Okay, I hate to be the one to say it – but how are we supposed to blend in with wizards and witches? We can’t use magic, and we know nothing about their world.”

Chiron admitted he didn’t know how Hecate would find ways around the problems. “She has informed me that, only once the quest is accepted, will she come and discuss the details. In fact, she should be arriving any moment –”

What happened next could not have been anymore dramatic.

There was a blinding flash of light – the glow filling the entire room – and it forced the demigods to cover their eyes lest they go blind from laying eyes upon a god’s true form.

All eyes landed on the goddess, technically titaness.

Hecate appeared as a tall, thin woman. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a kekryphalos, the shining coil twisting and adorned with intricate gems and metals. Loose strands of hair framed her sickly pale face, which held sharp chartreuse yellow eyes. She wore a dark chiton robe that draped over her thin figure, and it seemed to ripple like a heat hallucination, like ink spilling off to the ground.

At her feet, she was accompanied by a black Labrador retriever and a polecat.

The demigods all stood as one and politely bowed, as was common for all gods. Percy glared up through his bow as he followed reluctantly.

“Rise, my young heroes.” The goddess’ voice was smooth and rich. She sounded monotone. “You have done more than enough to prove your worth to me, and for that, I know that I can trust you. I have called you four here on special request from the Triple Goddess, who has observed your acts of heroics. She believes you can save the wizarding world, her beloved kin, and magics.”

“You will use the ways of the Old Religion to learn magics and go undercover. As demigods, you already have magical cores. They just need to be trained; refined.”

Percy scowled.

“And will the oh-so-gracious Triple Goddess be visiting us herself?”

Annabeth shot him a scathing look.

“Percy!” She hissed.

Hecate eyed Percy again, as if reappraising him. “No,” she said, after a tense silence. “You will be sent to get your wands from one who still practices the Old Religion and can pair you with an appropriate wand. Your cover stories are fabricated and with the wandmaker. The Triple Goddess does not appear without dire need.”

“Her entire world being in trouble seems pretty dire to me,” Percy muttered under his breath.

Annabeth elbowed him harshly.

Hecate narrowed her eyes.

“This,” she said, pulling a laminated piece of paper out of thin air, “is called a portkey. It is an enchanted item; when touched by the intended people, or random persons, it can magically teleport you to a predetermined location.”

She held it out to demigods.

On it, in fancy letters, it read: Littletree Farms, Dorchester, Boston, Massachusetts.

“Touch this, all at once, and you will have accepted the quest.”

Chiron gave them an encouraging nod. The demigods all shared exchanged looks.

“Our responsibilities …” Thalia started, subconsciously reaching up to grab at her lieutenant circlet, from the Hunters of Artemis.

“Will be forgiven for the time while on quest,” Hecate assured. “The Triple Goddess does not ask favours lightly. This has the potential to spill into the real world; to affect our pantheon. The Old Religion is younger than the Greek pantheon, but its reach goes far and wide. The Triple Goddess is powerful; no harm will befall your precious little Camp while you are away.”

Nico hesitated, but was the first to reach for the paper. “If this is really that important … why ask for us specifically? A larger group, organized and planned, could do better.”

“The Triple Goddess has observed you, and believes you are the right heroes to help save magic.”

“But right now? This instant? Can’t we have time?”

“You will come back to your little Camp before you leave for Europe.”

Annabeth pursed her lips, then also reached for it. “Okay.”

Percy looked at her, askance. “Okay? Just like that?”

Annabeth shrugged. “A quest is a quest, and someone needs help. We are in peace right now and have no threats. I don’t see why not.”

“Fine,” Percy said, tone short. He looked over at the laminated paper. “So, this will take us where? What’s in Boston that could be so magical?”

“A wand wood farm,” Hecate said, smiling thinly. “And your quest starts now.”

Percy’s eyes snapped to the paper, where Hecate had pushed it into their collective hands unwillingly. Then the world began to spin, and there was a sharp tug in his gut, yanking him out of time and space.

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