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lydscare · 1 year

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Hi! Could you make a preferences/hc of the pro/hoo characters how they cuddle and/or sleep with there s/o?

cuddling hcs with pjo/hoo characters

a/n: these kinda went into general pda hcs, but hopefully it's still good tho

warnings: possible hints of angst + trama, cause who dosen't have it :')

reader tends to be gender-neutral // ��my masterlist

annabeth

i feel like when cuddling w/ annabeth that there's not really a big spoon or little spoon posistion

it's mainly just your arms wrapped around each other, just a tangle of arms and limbs

dosen't really hug you too much in public but always needs a goodbye hug from you before you go somewhere

she also likes acting out as your pillow with you head on her chest/lap (she probably reads you a book too :))

bianca

her hugs are really comforting and warm

she always knows when you need one

she can just tell

she's memorized your body language to a t

might whisper some comforting words here and there

could make any surface feel soft when her arms are wrapped around you

calypso

i think she likes to be held more than to hold someone

she can hold you tho, and she's great at comforting you

likes to hum or sing you little songs and melodies

she likes when you play with her braid too

overall good experience

clarisse

i feel like she gives good bear hugs

she has some meatystrong arms so her hugs are kinda firm, like she's reminding you that she's there and no one can hurt you

her hugs are also surprisingly warm so they're extra comforting

connor

connor's hugs are a little more firm then travis's but still all the more comforting

he likes taking his time with hugging and cuddling

he likes spinning you around too when he gets excited

travis

travis hugs are very playful and warm

likes to come up from behind and give you a surprise hug

also moves around a bit when cuddling but it's fine, he just wants to get in a comfy position :))

also loves spinning you around

ethan

i kinda feel like he's a side hugger

so not too big on cuddling

he's not exactly avoidant of pda but he's not looking for it

might put his arm around you every once in a while

when cuddling he likes to be the big spoon, he finally feels like he can be of use and protect you from the cruel world :')

frank

gives the best bear hugs (both literally and metamorphically)

at first he's pretty awkward w/ hugging but grows to love it

he can shapeshift into just about any animal to have a different cuddling arrangement

one day you're being snuggled by a dragon, who's wrapped protectively around you, and the next you're holding a cute lil labrador puppy in your hands

needless to say it's an overall wholesome expierence :)

grover

the first time you hugged him, poor goat bby didn't know what to do

like where is he supposed to put his hands??

but after a while gets used to them

not to big of a hugger but enjoys it

has to get over the awkwardness of it at first tho

but afterwards enjoys it

just never sneak up on him

hazel

i don't know how else to describe her hugs other than sweet

her hugs are super comforting and grounding

just sneak up on her and give her a surprise back hug

she lets out the cutest giggle whenever you do it :')

even though she probably heard you coming

always wants to make sure you're comforting when cuddling, she dosen't want to overstep any boundaries of yours so

jason

not exactly looking for cuddles or pda in general, but he's not going to hate affections either

he'll most likely be wanting cudddles after a long day of praetor duties, helping at chb, or school

he won't want anything else, just to be held by you for a few good long minutes

with that being said however, he is more of a big spoon type of guy

leo

he's like a human furnace

always super hot warm

very comforting and cozy

he loves snuggling

in general he's a very touchy person so a arm's usually always around you

loves holding you

after a long day of working on little trinkets and fixing up things he likes to be held by you (arms around your waist, face on your shoulder)

play w/ his hair pleaseee it's very soothing

luke

sturdy?

he has some pretty strong arms so his hugs are a bit firmer than he'd honestly prefer

likes to put his hands around your waist with your hands placed over his

also he likes when you just play with his fingers or stroke his arms lovingly

((also has a really good grip

nico

he isn't much of a hugger, to other people anyways

but with you, he practically craves your touch

it always has to be in a closed off space tho

he's not the biggest fan of pda, but alone with you,,

he practically clings onto you like a lil koala bear

loves wrapping his arms around your waist and burrying his face in your neck

he just needs someone to touch every once in a while to keep him grounded :')

side note: he is pretty cold, like ALL the time so ye

percy

percy the pillow jkjk

fr tho, he likes just placing his head on your chest as his arms around your waist when cuddling

also is a fan of getting his hair played with

he goes back n forth between lil spoon and big spoon

he also just finds your presence itself very comforting

and your smell

goes to sleep with the biggest grin on his face

piper

another hummer

she likes it when you braid her hair

she also like brushing her nails through your hair and scratching at your scalp

she likes holding you more than being held

can be very comforting

a quick hug from her also brings a great feeling

rachel

appreciates signs of pda in general

enjoys holding you and playing w/ your hair

can just walk up to you, give you a hug and walk away randomly

she is moreover a quality time person sooo

reyna

not really a hugger tbh

she has lots of walls built up sooo

she's also not much of a physical person

but she might be good with a hug or two after a long day

if she were to cuddle she'd be pretty stiff at first and need to ease her way into it

thalia

likes wrapping her arms around your neck and just looking at you with so much adoration in her eyes

she really likes being held from behind when sharing a bed

also likes to play with your fingers

will

his hugs are so warm and comforting (obvs)

i feel like he'd be the type to just be gossiping w/ you while you two are tangled together, he's playing with your fingers and all but still has your undivided attention

probably majority of the time os the big spoon but would like being the little spoon on especially hard and stressful days

zoë

as much as i looove zoë, i don't think she is much of a hugger :'(

she's very stiff at first bc she isn't really used to soft touches or touching in general

but then eventually relaxes and will end up not wanting you to leave her

she likes when you play with her hair

she can give good back rubs

she proably will end up being the little spoon on most days tho

also gets tired and ends up wanting cuddles

it helps give her a space of calmness after a long day out hunting

it's soothing

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lykoiii · 2 years

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pipabeth my dearest + very silly take on di angelo siblings (theyre just kids!!)

#heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #piper mclean #annabeth chase #pipabeth #piper x annabeth #pjo fanart #my art #percy jackson

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icouldmakeapun · 1 year

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In honour of the new Nico and Will book

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cabotwife · 3 months

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Play the Game (masterlist)

the hunger games x pjo au

plot : everything changed for you the day you got reaped. Mags and Finnick prepare you the best they can, but can anything truly prepare you for what is to come in the arena?

relationships :

- percy jackson x annabeth chase

- clarisse la rue x y/n odair

- finnick odair x annie cresta

- johanna mason x y/n odair

info :

- main characters

- side characters

shorts :

- annie comes home

chapters :

- (i)

- (ii)

#🌊↪𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 #percy jackson and the olympians #the hunger games #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #johanna mason #johanna mason x reader #luke castellan #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson #percy and annabeth #percy x annabeth #finnick odair x annie cresta #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #hazel levesque

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keilanana · 3 days

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𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆

ᴏ. ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ

You find out reincarnation actually exists the hard way and sort of maybe go through the five stages of grief?

Your death comes to you in the most embarrassing way on your thirteenth birthday.

On your way home from school, you had decided to take the long route and found yourself walking across the edge of a bridge, arms held out to help you keep balance and your mind somewhere far away.

Unfortunately for you, though, your far away thoughts cost you your focus, so you failed to remember that it had rained last night, and the bridge was still wet from the storm's assault in result.

All in all, your realization came too late in the form of you slipping and falling into dark, deep, rushing water that sung with triumph when your form fell into its embrace and sunk into its depths.

Death didn't last long, luckily enough, but that was only because you somehow opened your eyes just after closing them in acceptance of your inevitable end.

Needless to say, when you woke up—expecting either the gates of Heaven, the fiery pits of Hell, or perhaps nothing—to find yourself staring up into the eyes of two women you had never seen before in your life, you were pretty confused.

One of the women, who just so happened to be holding you, for some reason, had [S/t] skin, long, [H/c] hair, and fox-like [E/c] eyes that stared down at you with such pure adoration, you nearly did a double take to see if maybe your eyes weren't working as well as they used to due to, you know ... dying.

The other woman was quick to take your focus from the other one, though, and that was probably because of the fact that she had horns and goat ears??

Maybe you were right about your eye sight, after all. It clearly must've had something wrong with it now, if you were starting to see people with horns and goat ears.

"[Y/n] ..." The whisper of your name makes you return your attention to the woman holding you, and she smiles down at you, emitting a sort of warmth that had you snuggling closer to her before you could even think of stopping yourself. The action seems to please her, because her smile grows and she pulls you closer, placing a kiss atop your head.

You hear the other woman chuckle, the noise fond and just as warm as the presence of the one holding you, and then watch her from the corner of your eye as she draws closer and slips her arm beneath you, wanting to cradle you as well.

"Welcome to our world, little one," you hear her say, and with their combined warmth, you can only keep your eyes open for so long before exhaustion consumes you once again.

(In the back of your mind, the horned woman's words echo; "Welcome to our world"—something meant only to be a greeting to the new being they've brought to life, yet despite this, you can't help but feel as though it also alludes to something deeper.

But for now, sleep comes first, and you promise yourself that you'll only feel semi-disappointed when you wake up and learn this was all only a dream.)

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You're going to lose your shit.

It was not a dream. This is not a dream.

You end up balling your eyes out for hours. The two women you had thought to be mere figments of your imagination (your new parents, apparently) panic throughout the entire ordeal and do everything they can to get you to stop, but for as bad as you feel for making them worry, you just can't stop because you were dead you were supposed to be dead how is this even possible—

The only peace they get is when you're asleep, but even then, those moments can only last for so long before the nightmares—the memories have your eyes shooting open to fill with tears in seconds, and then the cycle starts all over again.

Your parents (no they're not they can't be yours and you can't be theirs oh god do they even know what's happened to you back home what happened to your body) are, understandably, very concerned. Since coming home, you've done nothing but cry and cry and cry, and nothing they do can get you to stop. They've already tried taking you to the doctor, believing for a horrifying moment that you must have been painfully ill, but the appointment only ended with the man—eyes filled with sympathy for the couple—telling them that you're actually perfectly healthy.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that there isn't anything that I can do to help you," he'd said, your cries just as loud as ever and making the [E/c]-eyed woman holding you—Penelope Ophelia—gather you up from where you were sitting on her lap to rock you gently in her arms in a desperate attempt to soothe you.

"Really?" Penelope's lover, the woman the horns (that the doctor doesn't seem to notice, mind you), sent the doctor a pained, frustrated look. "Nothing at all?" she asked.

He only shook his and apologized again.

You don't know how long it's been, nor do you care. All you know is that you were dead, and then you weren't, and now all you've ever known most likely doesn't matter, because who knows if you'll ever see it again?

But then one day, as if your world couldn't be turned upside down anymore than it already has, you manage to catch Penelope's loud gasp above your crying, and then—

"Willow! I think I know why [Y/n]'s been crying!" she says, suddenly rushing over to you and lifting you up for a closer look at your head. "They have horns coming in!"

You hear someone—Willow, obviously—spit their drink out from the other room, and the shock you feel at Penelope's words turns out to be all it takes for you to finally stop crying.

'Horns'? Did you hear that right?

Clearly taking your stunned silence as a sign for whatever reason, Penelope begins to coo at you and bring you close to caress your head and kiss it, and—Oh. Oh.

You can feel them: the horns, small bumps on your head (for now), everytime Penelope's delicate hands brush over them. The movements are gentle and careful, obviously out of fear of accidentally hurting you and setting your constant crying off once more, and your mind is so caught up trying to piece together an explanation for—for all of this—that you don't even notice Willow coming into the room, a bright grin on her face as she takes in the small nubs growing from your crown and says:

"Would you look at that?" She laughs and takes you from Penelop's grasp to hold you up in the air like that monkey from The Lion King did. "Looks like I win the bet after all! Ay, little satyr?"

Willow laughs again when she sees her wife playfully roll her eyes, and you—for the first time since you've been brought to their home—remain silent while your entire world crumbles around you.

Satyr?

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The Percy Jackson series was a gift to you from your grandparents on your eleventh birthday, and you were obsessed with it ever since.

When you found yourself sighing over the boring, mundane life you lived, you would open the books and get lost in the world of Camp Half-Blood: imagining yourself as a camper, wondering who your Godly parent would be, and grinning at the idea of getting to befriend the main cast and join them on their adventures. While you were stuck inside doing homework, Percy and his friends were out fighting monsters and meeting Gods, and a part of you—the part that always longed for something more—would wish you could reach out and join them.

And now here you were, in a world clearly not like your own, and one of your new mother's is apparently a satyr.

(You are, too, but you're not really ready to process that just yet.)

It wasn't possible—it couldn't be possible. It's not like satyrs were only relevant in Percy Jackson, after all; there are plenty of stories out there that included the mythological race! You couldn't have possibly just so happened to get reborn into the world of the book series you've adored for two years! It just—it wouldn't make sense! Clearly, one of your new guardians being a satyr was a mere coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Chiron wrote to me, recently," sighs Willow as she plops down onto the couch Penelope had decided to read a book to you on. "Looks like the camp's satyr situation is a lot more serious than I thought, if he's sending me letters and asking me to help out again."

You choke on your own spit and have Penelope frantically patting your back before the woman can even respond to what her wife just revealed.

Then, when that whole ordeal's finished, Penelope lays you down in your crib after her and Willow take turns kissing your forehead, and now you're left alone to stare up at the canopy painted to the ceiling, losing yourself to your thoughts.

This ... isn't a dream. Yeah, that's been pretty obvious for a while now, but the assurance made your shoulders feel a little lighter. This isn't a dream and ... it's a lot.

You ... What should you do? You don't know how you got here, and you honestly doubt that there's a way out, so ... Again, what should you do?

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and decide, for now, to just go over what you do know:

1. You've been reborn (no duh, but sometimes you just have to repeat that to yourself to properly get it through your head).

2. Your 'parents' are two women by the name of Penelope and Willow Ophelia. Willow is a satyr, and Penelope (as far as you know) is a human.

3. Again, you've been reborn, and into the world of Percy Jackson of all places.

The bigger, more logical part of you kind of wants to start crying again. Out of literally anyone in the world—your world—why was this happening to you? Everyone you've ever known, all you've ever known, are suddenly gone, and all because you decided you wanted to walk along the edge of a stupid, slippery bridge.

It's just ... so frustrating. You were never perfect, you never wanted to be perfect, but you liked to think you were a good person, at least. What could you have done to deserve this? Who could have thought you deserved this?!

Yet, still, for as badly as you want to freak out (to cry, scream, break something) you can't deny that there's a small part of you—the part of you that always knew, even if you didn't want to fully admit it to yourself, that you could never conform to what society expected from you, that wanted nothing more than to just jump into the pages of your beloved books and live out the rest of your days in Camp Half-Blood, fighting monsters and challenging Gods—that feels just a little bit ... giddy about this. Because for as much your old family tried, for as much as they loved you, they just couldn't understand why you were the way you were; couldn't make you feel seen in the way Percy, Annabeth, Nico, and all of the other demigods did.

And, Gods, that was just the biggest part of it, wasn't it?

Even after everything they'd gone through—the ignorance of adults not willing to understand, the apathy of other kids who thought lesser of those not like them, the loneliness and confusion because you didn't know what was wrong with you—they had still found a place to belong. Found people to belong to. And ... and ...

And you wanted that. More than anything in the world, back then.

But this was not your world anymore. This was theirs.

And now that you've thought about it, you realize that there's one more thing you can add to the list of 'Things I Know':

4. You've been reborn into the world of Percy Jackson, and you've already read a step-by-step guide on how to live in it.

(That morning, when Willow comes into your room to bring you down for breakfast, her forest green eyes swell with tears.

Your smile was just as beautiful as her and Penelope knew it'd be.)

Next Chapter ->

#to defy fate #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo x reader #various x reader #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase x reader #luke castellan x reader #thalia grace x reader #nico di angelo x reader #bianca di angelo x reader #will solace x reader #calypso x reader #jason grace x reader #piper mclean x reader #leo valdez x reader #hazel levesque x reader #frank zhang x reader #reyna ramirez arellano x reader

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wheelsvoid · 14 days

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NEW WORLDS ; PJO

⇢ you suddenly arrive in the percy jackson world, at the start of the titan’s curse

masterlist

genre: platonic, angst

word count: 1,537

warnings: panic attacks, weapons, violence

fanart by frostbite studios

When I could see again, I was back on my feet. Sound buzzed in my ears—the sounds of voices, music, laughter and anything that I should not have been hearing after passing out on the sidewalk.

I examined my surroundings; kids my age or younger were bustling around in what looked to be a school gym. Some were dancing, others were just talking in small groups, and some were keeping to themselves.

How did I get here?

I heard voices close to me, and nearly jumped out of my skin when they addressed me.

"Y/N?" A high pitched voice came from my right, and I turned to see a small boy, around my height, with olive skin and dark silky hair. The boy was shuffling trading cards in his hands, looking at me expectantly. Next to him, a girl stood with a scowl on her face that seemed to be slowly fading as she looked at me with concern. She wore a green cap on her head, which seemed to be covering part of her face. I assumed it was done on purpose.

I wasn't stupid; I knew this scene looked scarily familiar to one I had read—no! That was ridiculous. There's no way.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" The girl asked. I felt a chill run down my spine. They knew my name. I didn't even have a second to panic further before the boy spoke.

"I was asking you which one was your favourite." He said, holding out the cards. I eyed them cautiously, as if they might melt in his hands, and I would wake from a strange dream in Westover Hall. Because Westover Hall didn't exist. This wasn't real.

"Um..." I stuttered, glancing around with nervous breaths slowly leaving my lungs.

"Y/N," the girl persisted, placing a hand on my shoulder, "are you all right?"

"I just—" I looked through hazy vision, my eyes scanning the room as I held back my emotions and tried to wake up.

A new group entered the room through a set of double doors.

Wake up, Y/N!

I saw two girls and two boys. One girl had bright blonde hair, which was wildly curly but beautiful all the same. I avoided looking her in the eyes. Another girl had short, spiky dark hair. She looked tougher than the first, and more in charge than the others. One of the boys had a red cap over his curly hair, and his eyes scanned the room as he seemed to be searching for something. The last boy had tan skin and a mop of dark hair on his head, he seemed to be listening to the other boy who was speaking about something that I couldn't hear.

But I knew how this story went. I didn't want to believe it, but if I was right, I knew exactly what they were talking about.

The boy with the red cap—if I was right—would soon spot the two siblings to my right. I ignored the siblings, despite how desperately I wanted to ask them for their names for confirmation. I ignored them despite how hard they were trying to get my attention.

The boy in the red cap laid his eyes on the trio across the gym. He nodded, and began speaking. The others followed his line of sight.

I was sure I was going to pass out, but I couldn't do that just yet. This wasn't enough confirmation to panic. Not nearly enough.

Wake up!

A few more words were spoken before the boy without the red cap—I decided to call him Boy 1 because I would absolutely not be calling him the name of who I thought it was—began to walk forwards, but the girl with spiky hair stopped him.

Her eyes found something across the room, nearby the siblings and me. I felt a sense of panic return, recalling the lines of a certain book that I hadn't gotten a chance to reread before passing out. Slowly, I turned my head and made eye contact with the meanest looking man I had ever seen.

Wake up!

No matter how many times I tried to assure myself I was dreaming, I couldn't get past how real this all felt.

I looked back to the kids on the other side of the gym. If they were who I thought they were, I felt safer keeping an eye on them and their progress rather than the man who looked ready to kill.

They seemed to be arguing over something stupid, but through my panic, I couldn't remember what it was. I was sure it wasn't too important, given that I remembered all the major plot points with ease.

Plot points? You're dreaming!

I heard a yelp, my eyes followed the spiky hair girl who dragged Red Cap to the dance floor. "You can if I'm leading," I remembered the line clear as day now. "Come on, goat boy."

The blonde smiled, and Boy 1 frowned in confusion. I watched in a daze as the scene played on. I felt glued to the floor. Should I warn them? Was this even real?

If I could brush off the panic like it was nothing, I would have. Then the presumably di Angelo siblings wouldn't have to attempt to calm me down as I tried to stop my slight hyperventilating, and the man I assumed to be Dr. Thorn wouldn't have forcefully snatched mine and Nico's arms and yanked us out of the room, leaving Bianca fo trail after us as she tried her best to get him to stop.

I focused on Dr. Thorn's grip on my arm, feeling the tightness and the pain. The sound of the music drifted away, replaced by Nico and Bianca's poor attempts at calling for help and gaining freedom.

This was real, I realized. This was all real.

I regained some sense of awareness by the time we made it to what I assumed was the main entry hall, and Dr. Thorn scuttled away in a dark corner, hidden. I knew this part. I just had to wait for him to show up.

Footsteps echoed in the halls. In a flash, Percy Jackson shoved a door open, spinning around to examine the room. His eyes landed on me and the di Angelos.

Percy slowly made his way towards the small group. He lowered his sword. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." None of us said anything in response. I just stared at Percy's sword, watching the celestial bronze glow dimly, my jaw dropped. "My name's Percy," I nearly passed out at that, "I'm going to take you out of here, get you somewhere safe."

I glanced up, looking behind Percy and my eyes widening as I remembered something a second too late. "Percy, look out!" I pointed. I heard a growl, which made it clear that Dr. Thorn was upset with me revealing his hiding place before he decided to make his presence known. But he was fast, and he attacked all the same.

Percy stumbled as a black spike grazed his shoulder, going straight through his jacket before pinning him to the wall. I felt guilt wash over me, but could he really defeat a manticore on his own anyway? Were my efforts to warn him futile?

Percy slashed with his sword, but it only sliced through air. "Yes, Perseus Jackson" Dr. Thorn chuckled, his French accent thick, "I know who you are."

I felt the panic return as Percy tried to free his shoulder. I knew it was poisoned, and I knew Percy was realizing it too, even through his hazy vision that he was sure to have.

A dark silhouette now moved toward them. Dr. Thorn stepped into the dim light. I stared with wide eyes—because for the longest time I had dreamed of meeting Percy and Annabeth and Nico, and here I was, but Dr. Thorn was here too. I knew other monsters lurked around the world, searching for demigods on the daily.

I blinked back tears; I wanted to go home.

"Thank you for coming out of the gym," Dr. Thorn said. "I hate middle school dances."

Percy tried to swing his sword again, but the monster was just out of reach.

WHIIIISH! A second projectile shot from somewhere behind Dr. Thorn. I knew where it would land, and despite the knowledge that it wouldn't actually hit Bianca, I pulled the girl closer to me in a moment of fright.

Bianca yelped in surprise, her wide eyes staring at the black spike in the wall.

"All four of you will come with me," Dr. Thorn said. "Quietly. Obediently. If you make a single noise, if you call out for help or try to fight, I will show you just how accurately I can throw."

I knew this story. I knew he wasn't bluffing. It took everything in me not to cry out, I just wanted to go home to my mother.

(if you liked this, it’s also a wattpad story. it’s called Madness, and my username is the same. just thought i’d share some of it here)

#fanfic #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #the titans curse #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #annabeth chase #grover underwood #thalia grace #x reader #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #platonic x reader #platonic

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corloianus · 2 months

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sunshine

“ im sunshine, but when dusk falls,

im midnight rain. “

percy jackson x oc

summary;

after all hell breaks loose when hades decides it was a great idea to let out the dead, a group of chaotic teenagers have to fight their way through the apocalypse to put an end to it. one particular demigod and a mortal goddess have an eye for each other, sunshine and midnight.

SUNSHINE TO MIDNIGHT RAIN

the chaotic group of children - cast

i find out my uncle rage quits

2. i make friends with a peanut

3. i become ruler of the universe

4. my dad gets attacked by corpses

( taylors version )

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starless-nightz · 14 days

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜

Percy Jackson has experienced many things, he prevented a war two years ago, he travelled the sea of monsters last year, and now he was recruiting new demigods.

What he never expected was that he would meet the Hunters of Artemis and Carmilla Nightshade, the daughter of the virgin goddess Artemis.

[The Titans Curse-The Last Olympian]

[book #1 of The Moon and The Star series]

WATTPAD

Act I- The Titans Curse

I. Getting saved by a bunch of teenage girls with bows

II. Nico is an adorable little boy

III. Uncle Apollo and his bus

IV. Camp Half-blood, training with Bianca and dinner

V. Winning the capture the flag and the prophecy

VI. the council meeting is boring

VII. Moms pissed at me and the Stoll brothers are assholes

VIII. Mom and Thalia might kill each other

IX. Following the van full of girls who want me dead + Grover

X. FUCK PERCY JACKSON AND A STUPID BIG CAT

XI. getting followed and a weird homeless guy

Started: 12/4/2024

Ended: ongoing

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astrxsee · 2 months

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FALSE GOD chap. 3

(chap 1) (chap 2) (chap 3)

percy jackson x child of demeter!oc

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 Rose St. Claire sets off on a quest to save the goddess in chains.

𝑶𝑹

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑶𝑵 learns to see what is right in front of him.

!CONTENT WARNING! gore, romance, swearing, blood, heavy themes

OMG ITS HAPPENING STAY CALM!! LITERALLY SO EXITED FOR THIS. i love you all and i really really really hope you like this

Whoever's idea it was to send us here, should rot in hell. I plop down onto my designated cot, the poles poking at me through the bottom. My eyes scan around the dull room, the darkness of the interior instantly ruining my mood. Dark green cots were lined up in rows along the edge of the room, with the students things stashed neatly below their respective bed. With nothing on the walls and only one tiny window, it was a dreary place.

I sigh, my head tilted to the side as I glance over at Bianca. Her dark curly hair fell off the back of the lame excuse for a bed. Dark brown eyes scanned the pages of some fantasy novel she held in front of her face. Her dark Westover Hall uniform thrown haphazardly on, with wrinkles lining the button down shirt.

"You know, if you keep your nose in a book all day, you'll fall behind in your classes." I jokingly poke at her, a slight laugh following my words. Her eyes begrudgingly move away from her book to look at me.

"Rose, you have absolutely no room to talk," She snarks back, "You've already fallen behind and we've only been here for three weeks!"

I roll my eyes at her, as I dramatically fall back into my cot. I huff and throw my hands in the air, "I mean, can you blame me?"

She seems to consider my words, "No, not really." Setting the book down on the ground next to her and rolls over to face me, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Like, we were literally living in a casino where times was fucked up and now we're living in the future?" I say incredulously as my sentences quickly turn into ranting. "It's 2007 for crying out loud! The last year I remember being in was fucking 1976, and don't even get me started on y'all! Bianca, there has to be something wrong with us to be stuck in this shit show."

She lets out a small giggle, my ranting not even phasing her. After three weeks of hearing it, I doubt she even pays attention anymore.

"I know this is all so confusing and weird, but there will be an answer. But for now, let it be." Bianca giggles. I groan, catching onto her reference. I crack a smile, her corny play on the Beatles' classic easing my anger.

"Bi, I love showing you my music, but never say that again."

She laughs again and gives a mocking sort of salute before turning back to her book. I stand up from my makeshift bed, smoothing the wrinkles out of my own uniform. I lazily make my way over to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up before Bianca and I went to grab lunch.

The other girls in the dorm were all out making last minute plans for tonight, the annual school dance. As the only little sliver of fun they allow us, the dance is a big deal. All I heard about for the last couple of days was who asked who and who dumped who, blah blah blah. Dances back in the 70s were my favorite thing. I always met up with some of my friends and spent the whole night dancing to our favorite bands. But, to be honest, I'm not really looking forward to tonight's dance.

The last three weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Confusion and unanswered questions clouded my mind every waking second. Weird things that I can't begin to explain happen almost every day. Like the horse with wings I saw on the quad a couple days ago. It seems like I was put on an alien planet.

I feel lost. Memories of my home and my past come back to me like puzzle pieces. Bits and pieces of the same memory keep coming back, screaming at me to put them together. I've seen flashes of a large creature; a larger than life lion with wings and a scorpion tail. A monster you can only find in fantasy books, like the ones Bianca reads. Other flashes of a man, tall and burly with a gruff beard, haunt my dreams. His screams echo around in my head every moment of the day.

The one vision I can see most clearly is vines quickly crawling up the legs and arms of the unknown creature. Vines quickly take over the creatures body as I hear it begin to bellow out, and that's when it suddenly stops. Every night since I left that godforsaken casino, Ive had this eerie dream. I have no idea what it could mean or if it's even real, but I couldn't stop the constant nervousness I felt. My anxiety was at an all time high with the feeling of somebody watching me nagging me every second of the day.

I take a deep breath as I look into the mirror, my mind racing. I lean on the counter to take in my appearance, God was I a wreck. My blonde hair looked greasy and unkempt, the stress of the past couple weeks taking a toll on my body. My green eyes had deep bags underneath them, the usual luster gone. Now they just looked empty and sad. I sigh as I look away, not able to take in the sight of me right now. It's nothing that a shower won't fix, I decide.

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I could feel the excitement in the air as everyone made their way to the dance. Giddy laughter rose up from the girls who finally got to put on their nice dresses. Dark blue streamers lined the entrance to the gym as throngs of students made their way into the gym. On the inside of the dance, there were lights and lasers pointing every which way.

I smooth out the wrinkles in my flowy dress. It was orange and pink and ended right above my knees, it is some of the only clothes I still have with me from home. I didn't miss the mean remarks made from students about how I looked straight out of Dazed and Confused.

Our new friend, Grover, came with us to the dance as well. He asked if he could tag along with us as he doesn't have many other friends. Grover joined Westover Hall only a week after Bianca, Nico, and I joined. With us being all new, it was only right for us to become friends.

"Woah! Isn't this cool! I've never been to a dance before." Grover exclaims wistfully as we walk into the gym. I giggle as he looks around like a kid in a candy store.

"You've never been to a dance before?" I ask, a teasing lilt to my voice. My eyes scan the room, trying to ease into the overwhelming atmosphere that comes with dances.

"Nope, I've only ever gone to boring schools." I scoff and give him a look.

"Grover, this is the definition of a boring school."

"I don't know. I'd say this is pretty fun." He exclaims as everyone begins to dance along to the music. I roll my eyes at his antics, starting to make my way over to the bleachers. I quickly feel Grover wrap his hands around my wrist and pull me out onto the dance floor.

"Grover!" I exclaim, my eyes wide. "What are you doing? I don't want to dance."

"Come on! Have fun!" He smiles, letting go of my wrist gently. I stand awkwardly in front of him, not knowing what to do. My eyes dart around the gym hoping nobody was looking, until I realized everyone was in their own world enjoying this small night of freedom.

The next thing I know Grover has Bianca and I dancing to songs I've never even heard of. We were talking and dancing as if we were in some movie. Grover excuses himself to go get a drink, leaving Bianca and I alone on the dance floor. We giggle as we spot Nico alone on the bleachers.

"Nico! What are you doing? Shouldn't you be dancing?" I tease him, as we walk up to his spot on the lower level.

"No!" He quickly exclaims, "I hate dancing. I don't even like this mu-"

"Children, would you please come with me. There is something we need to discuss." A gruff voice cuts Nico off, instantly filling my body with chills. Dr Thorn. What could he even want? Isn't this supposed to be our night of fun?

I roll my eyes before reluctantly nodding, he is the vice principal after all. I notice a nervous aura around the man, his eyes glancing around the gym and suddenly stopping to stare at a boy dancing. I look back to Dr. Thorn as he became more noticeably angry. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as he quickly orders us to follow him.

My eyes land on the boy on the dance floor. He seemed to be having fun, I don't know why Dr Thorn seemed to be wary of him. The raven haired boy peered over at me, our eyes quickly meeting. I slow down as his blue eyes seem to put me in a daze, he sends me a sheepish smile before looking away. His eyes seemed to be looking around in panic. Bianca quickly grabs my hand and tows me along behind her and Dr Thorn.

"Rose, come on." Bianca's chides.

We quickly follow Dr Thorn outside, the cold breeze biting at my nose. I wrap my arms around myself as I subconsciously take a step closer to Bianca. The pit of my stomach begins to turn, like something bad was about to happen.

As we make it about a football field away from the edge of the cliff Westover Hall was perched on, my gaze falls onto my shoes. I begin touching the tips of my fingers together, something I do when I'm nervous. Bianca's shriek of horror quickly draws me out of my anxious state.

My eyes go wide as Dr Thorn begins growing bigger and his hands grow into giant paws with claws like knives. His off putting face morphs into a giant lion's head and from his back grows two giant gargoyle-like wings. I let out a guttural scream as I quickly try to get away from the creature, scurrying back in the wet snow.

He lets out a deep, evil laugh. His wings spreading out to his full span, casting a darkness over my friends and I. My breathing becomes quick and shallow as I desperately try to get away from Dr. Thorn. Was he even Dr. Thorn anymore?

I scramble backwards, as my eyes dart around the vast field next to the school. The raven haired boy from the dance comes running around the corner, out into the freezing wind. My eyes grow wide as he uncaps a regular pen and it instantly turns into a long, bronze sword. What the actual fuck was happening?

Why was the monster in my dreams right in front of me? Was it even a dream? I fall to my knees as I turn back around to face the monster. He laughs, an evil grin spreading across his face. His giant maw opens to speak.

“Rose St. Claire, so nice to see you again.”

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Percy Jackson books masterlist

Match-up:

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Percy Jackson

(Not my fanart)

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Annabeth Chase

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Grover Underwood

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Luke Castellan

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Nico di Angelo

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Clarisse La Rue

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Will Solace

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Bianca di Angelo

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Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

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Leo Valdez

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arte-rose · 9 months

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✨Another Percabeth fanart ✨

What would you want me to draw next 🤔

And What’s your favorite Pjo ship☺️✨

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lydscare · 2 years

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nicknames / petnames pjo and hoo characters would use

a/n: :-))

reader tends to be gender-neutral // my masterlist

annabeth

babe, my sweet

bianca

dear, baby, muffin

calypso

lovie, love, sweetie, beau, baby

clarisse

idiot (affectionately), shug

connor

dear, darlin, baby

travis

lover, bear, babe

ethan

dove, bae, bunny, mine

frank

hun, pumpkin, honey

grover

petal, baby, hun

hazel

(my) beloved, love

jason

dear, darling, hun

leo

hot stuff, baby, babe, love, amor

luke

baby boy/girl/preferred, darling, sweetheart

nico

amore, amore mio, love, tesoro

octavian

bun, teddy, mine

percy

love, baby, n/n (nickname)

piper

sunshine, love, dove, cutie

rachel

boo, toots

reyna

grapes (random ik), hun

thalia

n/n (nickname), nugget

will

sunshine, baby, love, beautiful/handsome

zoë

sugarplum, sweetheart, dove

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percy jackson x fem reader

chapter twenty-two | here we go again

“To be honest, I think someone should just toss this woman out a window, now. Her hair’s past the point of conditioning.”

Percy looked at you ludicrously. “She’s right here.”

You’d been volunteered to take the Oracle back up to the Big House with Percy. Up close, the creepy feelings intensified. You’d have thought that after making her way down to the creek she’d have had the decency to go back on her own. But no. And here you were, gasping for breath as you walked up the stairs backwards.

“Stop pushing so much,” you grunted, heels hitting the steps. “I’m gonna lose my balance.”

“Well my arms hurt, so hurry up.”

“Men have no patience,” you grumbled. Percy shot a look at you. “You don’t! My dad’s the same. Wants things doing instantly and quickly when it just isn’t realistic.”

Percy groaned. “Seriously, B, my arms are about to drop off, here.”

“If you push me anymore I’m gonna fall and get a concussion. Or amnesia. You know how easy it is to get amnesia? At least seventy percent of people with a brain injury get it.”

“Did you eat a textbook for breakfast?” He teased.

“Did you eat some nerve?”

“You’re quick today.”

“As opposed to every other day?” A smile made its way to the corner of your mouth. This kind of bantering with Percy always improved your mood.

“Come on,” he said, ducking his head for a second. “Let’s just get her upstairs. She smells of mothballs.”

“That’ll be the decay.”

“You’re disgusting.”

After Percy hit her head off the wall—and you breathed in the dust—you made it upstairs.

You set the Oracle down in her place by the window. Up here, now she was frozen again in place, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry. You’d hate to be stuck up here like this, only wanted when someone needed something. It wasn’t a very fair fate.

Percy’s footfall sounded on the wooden floor. Dust particles floated in the light streaming in. On tables and shelves, all topped with thick dust, trophies, medals, pictures and weapons lay. One photograph in a worn, brown frame held an image of two girls smiling with their arms around one another’s shoulders, wearing war face paint, clothes reminiscent of the seventies. You picked it up and turned it over. The date read ‘73, last day of summer. A longsword lay on a bracket on the wall, engraved with words too dusty to see.

“What have you found?” You lifted your head. Percy was crouching, sifting through a box on the floor.

He dropped something heavy-sounding back in to the box. “Just junk. Let’s get out of here. This place is giving me the heebies.”

For good measure, just in case she had anything left to say, you clicked your fingers in front of the Oracle’s face. She didn’t even flinch.

“Sure. I’ve got a feeling she won’t be saying anything for a while.”

Percy slammed shut the attic door as you descended the stairs, waiting at the bottom.

“Well,” you said, as he started down. “Glad that’s over.”

Despite your light tone, Percy still looked bothered.

“I feel like that whole thing was for nothing,” he said, meeting you at the bottom. He shrugged his shoulders. “She skipped me and went straight to Zoe Nightshade. What will Chiron do?”

Percy lowered himself and sat on the stairs. You did the same. Over the summer, as uncomfortable as the thought made you, you’d grown a little bit in ways your stepmom said was just girl nature. It made your thigh press that little bit more against Percy’s than it might have done before the summer, and you were weirdly self-conscious about it. Barely noticeable, your stepmom told you honestly, but noticeable to you.

“I think,” you said, choosing your words carefully. “He’ll do what’s best now, and that is probably going to have to do with what Zoe was told. I think this prophecy will be his priority.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but the sound of heavy, stomping footsteps on the stairs caught both yours and Percy’s attention. The source was Thalia.

She avoided looking at Percy altogether. “Tell Percy to get his butt downstairs.”

“Why?” Percy pulled a face.

“Did he say something?” Thalia asked you. Her icy eyes were firm.

“Uh—He said why.”

“Dionysus is calling a meeting of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy. Unfortunately that includes Percy.”

With nothing much to do while the meeting went on, you went back to your cabin. Inside, Cora—who you’d grown closer to over the months you spent at camp—was staring into space with a calculator in her hands at the table in the middle of the room. Another of your siblings, a boy named Mitchel, was doing the same thing.

“Have you guys been hypnotised?” You eyed them, walking over to your bed.

“Can’t figure out what Z is…”

The free time you had now, offered a chance to think on things that had happened so far with the both of them, and where it had gotten you now. During Percy’s quest to get the Golden Fleece last year, your only friends in camp were Travis and, to an extent, Cora. You’d grown closer to both respectably. Without Percy, you had obviously given more time to a newfound friendship in Travis.

He didn’t disappoint. If you needed a pick-me-up? Travis didn’t have to try hard to make you laugh. He didn’t push the fact that you weren’t a touchy person—granted, he’d learned the hard way after a hand on your back was shrugged away instantly. You preferred initiating any sort of physical contact—high-fives; an elbow on the shoulder—not receiving. He respected it.

You appreciated that most of all.

Over the summer, you grew closer with both of them. And Percy recounted his tales from his most recent quest with Annabeth.

Which of course meant he was closer to Annabeth afterward. Of course she cursed his name to the sisters she was closest to in the cabin. Of course you felt a little left out—it was natural, wasn’t it?

Travis would call most nights. Percy would call in the afternoon once a week, at first, and then more in the evenings, working around time zones. After a close call with a four-headed snake while out one night, Iris Messaging became the new thing.

A little too much—Percy once caught you under a mountain of bubbles in the tub with a face mask on, and always called by phone, first, after that.

“You’ve got your thinking face on.”

You looked at Cora. You hadn’t seen her climb up the bunk ladder, but she leaned over the side anyhow, hair dangling.

“Am I that much of an open book?” you lay your actual book on your stomach.

Cora hummed. She’d dyed her long hair while you were gone, a stark difference to the bleached yellow of two years ago.

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing. Anyway, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Travis Stoll has been super loved up with you while you’ve been away in Aussie land.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

She grinned slyly. “I said what I said.”

“What are you talking about?”

She admired her nails, hanging upside down. “I’ll answer any questions for a dollar at a time. No more, no less.”

You looked blankly at her. “But you don’t need to pay for anything at camp. Answer the question.”

“I’ve stated my rules,” she said calmly. “Yes or no.”

“Fine! A dollar. What are you talking about?”

She grinned. “The boy’s been using up all his breath asking when you’re coming back to camp. I mean, I can’t even think of how many times he asked me the same question over and over. I think he was more worried you wouldn’t come back at all.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s loved up with me,” you rolled your eyes. “That’s a friend asking when I’ll be back.”

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Alright,” she drawled. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. We all know you’re loved up with Percy.”

You side-eyed her. “And you know that…how?”

“I see all. Know all.”

“You’re a freak.”

“We were literally born from the brain of mom. We’re both freaks.”

You hummed. “That weirds me out.”

“It weirds me out,” she raised a brow at you. “And I’ve been here for five years. Trust me, it just gets weirder.”

—

Percy didn’t turn up for dinner.

“I wonder who’s going on the quest,” you said through a mouthful of food. “Nobody’s said anything.”

Cora nodded, sitting opposite. The table was empty besides the two of you, your siblings either at schools or home for the winter. A few tables down, Nico di Angelo was sitting with Connor and Travis, audibly chatting their ears off. The Ares table only had the two boys, and Demeter’s table only had Katie.

Percy’s table was empty.

It was cold out, and the sky was barely lit, just a dull, cloudy grey. The same golden balls of light that decorated the cabins lit the dinner tables, and some kind of magic kept the warmth inside the pavilion boundaries. Even so, you’d dressed for the occasion in a thick coat and jeans. While it was like this, you missed summer more than anything. It was too quiet. Too still. The calm would have been nice had the events from the Oracle not been hanging over you. You sighed, pushing your food around your plate.

“Maybe I should go find Percy,” you said, pushing your food around your plate. “I feel bad.”

Cora groaned. “Listen, he’s a boy; they do weird things like this. He’ll turn up when he’s ready. Nothing you can do about it.”

She had a point.

When finished, and the place began to practically empty, you both stood to leave. That was when Chiron called your name.

You turned expectantly, smiling politely. His brown eyes looked tired, and worried. “Could we talk?”

—

The leopard on the wall above the fireplace ate a sausage, and you watched it with wary eyes. It didn’t matter how many times you’d been in the Big House; it didn’t fail to shock you each time.

Mr. D. was flipping through a newspaper labelled Olympus Weekly! with a bored face. Occasionally he would raise his eyebrows, but they would fall back in place soon after.

“You are aware of the meeting held this afternoon, correct?” Chiron began.

You nodded, tucked into the arm of the sofa, hands warm under your thighs.

“Then you know what it was for. We called for campers and Hunters to unite, as the Oracle said, and join one another on the quest to find Artemis.”

You nodded along, listening carefully.

Chiron’s eyes rose from the wall to meet yours. “Zoe Nightshade visited me a night ago repeating a dream she had. Except, until this meeting, she left a part out. It was a part which involved you.”

Your mouth parted. “And what…what was I doing? In her dream?”

“She saw yourself and Bianca di Angelo walking together through a yard, talking. And so, we have decided that you are to be one of the half-bloods to take part in this quest.”

The fire crackled. Mr. D. closed his newspaper to watch the exchange between yourself and Chiron. And Chiron watched you.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Mr. D. repeated. “That is all you have to say?”

“I’m not really sure what to say,” you side-eyed him. “I’ll go. I’d like to go. We can look for Annabeth too, can’t we, while we’re searching for Artemis?”

“We believe that while searching for Artemis, there’s a high chance Annabeth can be found too, yes.”

“Who else is going? Is Percy coming?”

Chiron hesitated. “We decided on yourself, Bianca, Zoe, Thalia and Grover. Percy…Percy and Thalia cannot work together. It would be a mistake to send them together.”

It should have made you happy to be wanted on a quest. It wasn’t every day that a demigod got the chance to leave camp and actually do something good and helpful. But Percy desperately wanted to go. He was desperate to look for Annabeth. And by agreeing to go, you felt like you were betraying him.

“When do we leave?”

“Early tomorrow morning.”

“When you find Artemis,” Mr. D. drawled, flicking open his newspaper again. “Tell her she’s caused a a complete and utter ruckus. She better not do this again.”

—

The walkway of the lake seemed like a good place for a goodbye.

You and Travis lay side-by-side again, like you did last night, except this time was a lot quieter. The gold balls of light filled you with not joy but melancholy, and Travis didn’t look at you.

“I didn’t want to leave and not say anything,” you mumbled. “Thought that would be mean.”

He hummed. But didn’t say anything.

There were no stars tonight.

Finally, his coat rustled, chocolate-coloured hair brushing the hood. “Just come back,” he said. “The prophecy says two might die. I don’t want that to be you.”

You shook your head. “It won’t be. I promise.”

He blinked, eyes on the sky. “Keep that promise.”

—

You stopped by Percy’s cabin on the way to yours. You were disappointed to find him not inside, bed still made and the lights off. You’d have to worry about him another time.

In your cabin, you quietly packed your bag again. Clothes, a spare pair of shoes, the essentials, and a small purse of money—both dollars and drachmas—and hoped that would be enough.

You climbed into bed, rolling over in the dark in your cold covers. Cora snored in the bunk above. The lights were out. You pulled the covers up to your chin, and was out like a light.

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