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mediumgayitalian · 3 months

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part one

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Reyna meets them right inside the borders, arms open wide the second she catches Nico’s eye. He leaves the rest of his friends to argue with Terminus – Nico stopped listening very quickly – and sprints right to her, nearly bowling her over with his enthusiasm. She laughs, holding her ground, but wraps her arms so tightly against him, squeezing, and she smells like wool and sunshine and her clementine shampoo, and just barely, chocolate.

“I missed you,” he whispers into her shoulder, and instead of responding she just holds him tighter.

Sometimes touch makes his skin crawl – hardly, anymore, with how touchy his friends are. Sometimes he has to remind himself that a hand on his shoulder is friendly, not trying to restrain him, that whatever annoying person who is ruffling his hair is fond of him, not mocking.

He doesn’t have to remind himself of anything with Reyna. Her touch is familiar. Her hold means safety, her hold means I watched out for you, kid, and never stopped. Her touch feels like Bianca’s, like someone who has seen him at his worst and angriest and not only loves him but respects him.

“Hazel’s riding Arian,” she says, clearing her throat and reluctantly pulling away.

Nico swipes quickly at his face and pretends he doesn’t want to tuck himself right back under her chin. (He is happy with his choice. Despite what he expected, he loves Camp Half-Blood. It’s home, now, in a way Camp Jupiter was never going to be. But his sisters – both of them – are his home, too, and it aches something horrid being away from them for so long.)

“Frank’s trying to chase after her, but he’s running out of fast animals, so it might be a minute.”

Nico cracks up at that image. It was clearly Reyna’s intention, because she grins, and continues, “He tried to dive after her as a falcon when they were running along the Bay, but he missed and nearly drowned himself. Or so claim the rumours, Kahale has been watching from the towers for the past hour at least.”

“Thank you for this. I’ve run out of things to give him shit for, lately, I needed that.”

“Anytime.” She flicks her gaze over at his crew of dumbasses, who have not, in fact, managed past the border in the ten or so minutes since Nico ditched. In fact, their whining and arguing is drawing a bit of a crowd.

Or maybe that’s Leo and Lou Ellen, who have given up trying to get through and are amusing themselves by making a mini firework show. Will seems to be the only one still actually arguing with Terminus, long arms flailing as he tries to convince the god to let them in. (Well, one arm is flailing. The other is clenched in the back of Cecil’s shirt, preventing him from running off to do Zeus knows what). Piper is next to him, possibly by virtue of charming their way in, but she appears to be occupied with teaching Kayla and Austin some kind of clapping game.

“We should probably go collect your circus.”

“I mean, we could also walk away,” Nico offers, even as he follows her towards them. “They’re capable people.” He pauses, thinking back to the sheer number of rest stops they were kicked out of on the way here. “Kind of.” And fast food restaurants. “Mostly.” And, notably, one public park. “Well, whatever. I’m sure they can figure themselves out. If we go to the cafe now, we’ll have hot chocolate to rub in Cecil’s face by the time they finally argue their way in.”

Reyna says nothing, although her mouth twitches. “Terminus,” she calls, when they’re close enough. All the squabbling and fireworks and general ruckus stops as everyone turns to look at her. “These are friends, who have come to visit. Why are they being detained?”

“Detained?!” Will squawks. “Try held hostage!”

“Back in my day you’d be whipped for your attitude, boy, why I should –”

“Oh, go ahead, Bucky Barnes, I’m real scared –”

“Your man is going to get himself smited,” Reyna comments.

Nico sighs. “He gets himself almost smited a lot, actually.” It takes him a moment to clock the entirety of Reyna’s sentence, in which time her smile becomes evil and Nico’s face matches the hue of Apollo’s sun cows. “And he’s not my man! Why would you say that! What does that even m –”

“Terminus,” Reyna says again, visibly snickering, “this group has my permission to enter the borders.”

Terminus grumbles, but he knows better to defy her. There’s a brief shimmer to the air, and then the seven of them scamper inside before Terminus changes his mind.

“What have we come to,” Terminus mutters. Will sticks his tongue out behind his head.

As the group follows Reyna and Nico towards the city, Nico squeezes her hand once and ducks back to join Will, who is still pouting. He couldn’t help his smile if he tried.

“What happened to civil relationships, Mr Diplomacy?”

“It’s not my fault!” Will cries. Nico ducks slightly to avoid his hand before he’s smacked in the face – he’s gotten smacked enough times by Will’s dramatic gesturing to become well-used to avoiding it. “I was polite, I requested entry, I had our papers, he was just a dick!”

“I think you maybe just don’t get out enough,” he says, biting the corner of his mouth to keep from laughing. It’s hard, because Will’s eye genuinely twitches. “I think Chiron was right, man. You need to be re-socialised.”

He can’t quite keep his shoulders from shaking as Will’s jaw clenches. It’s just – he is so so easy to wind up. He really is. The second you learn what buttons to push, they’re big and bright red and begging to be abused. Nico didn’t get it in the summer – but by November, he was exchanging looks with Cecil, of all people, and snickering every time they made Will stomp out of the pavilion.

(It has, of course, nothing to do with the way his face scrunches when he glowers, or the way his blue eyes go dark and a little bit furious and a lot bit sexy. Nothing to do with the growl in his voice when he bites out “I swear to all that is holy, di Angelo,” and shudders zap up Nico’s spine. Obviously. It’s just funny.)

Will opens his mouth – no doubt to let loose a string of insults that would make Mr. D. blush – but before he can let Nico have it, a flash streaks in front of them, and a second later a gust of wind bowls them both over with a yelp.

“Nico!”

Groaning, Nico tries to stand, but finds that he can’t. He glances up and meets Will’s eyes, milimeters from his own, and goes so brightly scarlet that he can hear Reyna’s sharp bark of “Ha!” before she clamps her hand over her mouth to keep her dignity.

“Get off me, Solace,” he complains, but the effect is significantly lessened when his voice cracks – no lie – thirteen separate times.

Cupid, he thinks, as loudly and pointedly as he can, kill yourself.

“I’m not that heavy,” Will grumbles, getting petulantly to his feet and immediately tripping over the world’s smallest pebble. Nico covers his face and screams, very quietly, just a little. When he finally manages to drag his hands away from his eyes, the face of his sister hovers over him, grinning wickedly, dark eyes glinting.

“Wow,” she whistles, at least having the decency to keep her voice down, “Piper wasn’t kidding. You’re embarrassing.”

“Shut up,” he says halfheartedly. “Just – leave me to die.”

She laughs, and Nico smiles on reflex, because she sounds like twinkling gold bangles on a waving arm. He accepts her hand up and laces them together, squeezing gently. Her smile widens further when he leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“It’s good to see you, bella. Even if you’re mean to me.”

She knocks their heads together gently. “You just make it so easy. You should try not swooning into his arms whenever he so much as smiles at you, it would help your image –”

“My image is fine –”

“ – and I heard something about a sleepover? Unsupervised? In cabin 13 –”

“That was greatly exaggerated! We passed out playing –”

“ – can’t forget the time he laughed so hard he snorted and you walked into a wall and broke your nose –”

“You weren’t even there for that! No one was! How do you –”

“Dear, dear brother,” she says, patting his head patronizingly. He's appalled with himself for leaning into the touch. “There is not a soul – living or dead – that doesn’t know about it. I was IMed by four separate people an hour after it happened.”

“I’m leaving,” Nico announces abruptly. He turns back towards the van. “I’m going back to Dad, I’m literally never leaving my bedroom again –”

“Oh, no you don’t.” She hauls him back after the rest of the group, a few yards ahead of them, still grinning. “Let’s go, Nick Gatsby. I want to watch Aeliana’s eye twitch as a vanful of noisy Greek teenagers cause a ruckus in her restaurant.”

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part three

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cloudy-li · 3 months

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chapter two - the circumstances of our meeting

pairing - luke castellan x reader warnings - mmh nothing much just fluff :) masterlist - found here

Inside the dark – albeit musty – rooms of cabin eleven, your hands started to shake. Violent tremors ran up and down from the base of your wrist, to the tips of your fingers.

That is of course, If your fingertips were there. You clenched and unclenched your left fist once. Of course, the only thing that was visible was a ghostly dark shimmer where your fingertips should be. You clenched and unclenched your fist, willing the shimmer to turn opaque – to turn tangible again.

Nonetheless the dark shimmer persisted, stubbornly. There was a dark rot creeping downwards from your fingertips, threatening your knuckles. You clenched and unclenched your fist. Repeating the action over and over to the frantic beat of your heart, heavily inhaling and exhaling to the rhythm. A stray tear fell into the corner of your lips. Then another and another until the dam was broken and the water was unstoppable. Stubbornly, they sprang from your tear ducts and raced to jump from the edge of your face. You were thankful for the empty cabin.

“Hey, uh… Are you okay…?”

Smooth and warm like honeyed nectar, Luke Castellan’s voice made you freeze. If there was one thing you hated more than unnecessary brightness, it was confrontation – specifically, talking about your emotions. You jumped up, grabbed your sunglasses, grabbed your cap and almost bolted through the cabin door, before, in the blink of an eye, Luke had grabbed the scruff of your camp shirt and twirled you around to hold you by the shoulders. “Woah, easy there, it's just me” You struggled against his grip. Right hand making a feeble attempt at prying him away. “Luke, please just let me go…” Your voice cracked. You hadn’t meant for it to scratch but it had and now the tears you had momentarily forgotten stung your eyes afresh with renewed vigour.

Thankfully, your sunglasses covered it.

Luke squeezed your shoulders gently. “Y/N, it's my duty as the Hermes head counsellor to make sure that everyone under my care is safe and happy. And right now I think I would be right to assume that you are neither one of those things.” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed as he subconsciously started to trace random patterns with his thumbs. ‘Always fidgeting’ you observed through your tears.

Luke’s eyes darted downwards as you clenched and unclenched your fists again. Before you could snatch it away and hide it behind your back, Luke, with gentle force gilded it back.

“Your fingers…” he exhaled. “What…”

“I don’t know either,”

You were looking away from him, away from his eyes. “It's been like this since I was four or five, it's worse on some days more than others. I, umm…” you stammered to a halt when you realised Luke was staring at you. Straight through your sunglasses and into your eyes. There, you swear you could’ve seen that spark again. That spark of danger. Exhilaratingly addictive danger.

Ever so gently, Luke reached up, took your sunglasses off, putting them on a random bunk and gingerly brushed the dried tear stains on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. He cradled your cheek. Your heart and stomach decided to partake in a gymnastics routine as Luke pulled you in close. Warmly, comfortingly, he hugged you. And you couldn’t help but gingerly loop your arms around his sides and basked in notes of pine and smoke and ozone.

Luke pulled back, a smile on his face. It was small, genuine. “From now on, I want you to know that you are not alone. I’m sorry I didn’t recognise it at first, but whenever something, anything happens, my door is always open.” He cradled your hands in his and smoothed his thumbs over your palms, your fingertips had returned again, the black shimmer almost gone. “So if something like this happens again, come to me, okay? And we can figure it out together.” The trembling in your hands had subsided with Luke’s touch. You offered him a grateful smile. “Okay, I will.”

A heartbeat of silence passed before you added: “Thank You.”

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan #pjo #percy jackson #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo luke #percy jackon and the olympians #cloudy-li writes #two threads of yarn #its dawning on me about what i just signed up for...

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gonk2020 · 3 months

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#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #PJO #Lance Reddick #sylens #zeus

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stark-raving-romantic · 7 months

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And the battle begins!

The voters of past polls have chosen two champions: The Lighting Thief and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Something about these being YA fantasy novels of America and Britain is so funny to me. So vote! And the winner will be the TRUE best opening line (because it is so totally not Harry Potter and we all know it).

Please reblog to break containment 💜📚

Percy Jackson/The Lightning Thief: Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader: There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Stubbs and he almost deserved it.

#bookish things #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #rick riordan #the chronicles of narnia #the voyage of the dawn treader #c.s. lewis #booklr #booklover

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echo-stimmingrose · 10 months

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Big Three Cousins Movie Night

(and nicknames)

Nico: *arriving* Hey, Pine Cone.

Thalia: Sup ghostie boy.

Nico: Where's Percy?

Thalia: Not here yet. Did you bring snacks?

Nico: Of course.

Thalia: Please tell me you brought more than just fruit snacks.

Nico: Oh please like I'd share my fruit snacks with you. I brought popcorn, M&Ms for you and blue gummy worms for Ocean Boy.

Thalia: Good then, I brought the sleeping bags and pillows.

Nico: The good ones?

Thalia: Of course! The hunters of Artemis only carry the best of sleeping equipment!

Nico: *mumbles* Only good thing about them.

Thalia: What was that, Death Boy?

Nico: Nothing.

Thalia: That's what I thought.

Nico: *growing impatient* Where is, Corn chip?

Thalia: I'm sorry.... Are you referring to Percy?

Nico: Yes. All he's been eating are fucking corn chips!

Thalia: Are they blue corn chips?

Nico: What kind of question is that?

Thalia: Yeah that was dumb. Of course they're blue!

Nico: Duh!

Thalia: But uh... Why are you so mad about his blue corn chips.

Nico: Because he's a fucking hypocrite! He told on me to Will when I was only eating fruit snacks but now he won't eat anything except the corn chips!

Thalia: *trying not to laugh* Okay then....

Nico: *rambling* and corn chips aren't even that good! Potato chips are so much better! At least they have flavor! He doesn't even dip them in anything he just eats them plain!

Thalia: Yes that is absolutely despicable of him. I mean, the nerve of some people!

Nico: Shut up, Birds Nest.

Thalia: Hey I was the whole tree, not just a birds nest.

Nico: I was referring to your hair.

Thalia: Wow, you're almost as much of a bitch as Sea Horse is.

Nico: Please, no one can compete with him on the bitchiest. Speaking of, where is Surfer Dude. He wants us to spend time together and then he's late!

Percy: *walks in*

Thalia: There's The Walking Wet Floor Sign!

Nico: *snorts* That's a new one.

Thalia: I know, it's great isn't it?

Nico: I still like "fish face"

Percy: Really guys? I just got here and you're already insulting me.

Nico: No that's wrong, we were insulting you before you got here.

Thalia: Are all fish this late to their own movie night?

Percy: At least I'm not a flightless bird.

Nico: A flightless bird and the nest all in one!

Thalia: Okay we better get the movie started before I commit two first degree murders!

Nico: Actually it would be second degree. For first degree you'd have to have premeditated, meaning you planned it. Second degree would apply here since you're doing it out of anger and in the heat of the moment.

Thalia and Percy: *no words*

Nico: *casual as can be* Also if you kill me my glow stick boyfriend will kill you so make your next move wisely.

Percy: Do I wanna ask....?

Thalia: Probably not.

Nico: I've met a lot of serial killers.

Percy: You were right, I shouldn't have asked.

Thalia: Uh huh... Moving right along! What movies did you bring, Whale Man?

Percy: Well Sparky, I brought a few I thought we could agree on.

Nico: Okay but no zombie movies!!!

Thalia: Why the fuck not? Those are the best?

Percy: Are you scared of zombie movies?

Nico: No, they're just so unrealistic it pisses me off. And no slashers either!

Thalia: Oh I am with you on that one! It's always some girl who always runs towards the killer!

Nico: Right! And it's always so predictable who the killer is.

Percy: Okay..... I've got some comedies.

Nico: No, I never understand like half of the jokes.

Thalia: You think that's cause of the Autism or the 70 years in the casino thing?

Nico: Not sure.

Thalia: You got any Romance?

Percy:.... You hate romance movies.....

Thalia: Yes but I do enjoy making fun of them.

Nico: I agree, that's a comedy I can enjoy.

Percy: No we are not watching a movie just to make fun of it.

Thalia: Why not? That's why we watched The Bee Movie.

Nico: He doesn't want to cause he enjoys cheesy romance movies.

Percy: How about a Sci-Fi movie?

Nico: Sure.

Thalia: No.

Percy: Okay... Apocalyptic?

Nico: No.

Percy: We could watch an ocean documentary.

Thalia: Only you would enjoy that.

Percy: Hey, I can understand what all of the sea creatures say, it's like an underwater soap opera.

Nico: But only you can understand.

Percy: Fine.. what about-?

Thalia: It's useless, were never going to agree.

Nico: Wanna watch the usual?

Thalia and Percy: *nods*

Percy: *puts on Ice Age Dawn of the Dinosaurs*

#multiple popcorn fights happen by the end of the night #big three kids #big three chaos #chaos cousins #movie night #percy jackson #thalia grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #ice age #dawn of the dinosaurs

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creative-hanyou-girl · 4 months

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Sometimes I like to imagine all my OTPs meeting eachother and becoming a friend group/found family.

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just-browsing1222 · 30 days

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Camp Half-Blood camper who REEEAAALLY likes Ulysses Dies at Dawn by the Mechanisms. I'm imagining people at camp staring at them in horror when they sing songs like "Favored Son" or "Underworld Blues" getting warnings that Zeus and Hades will fucking -kill them-. Singing "Actaea and Lyssa" under their breath on one of the Huntresses' visits, and nearly getting an arrow through the chest on the spot. I just think it has some fucked up comedic potential.

#i also want the Valhalla gang to discover the Bifrost Incident but I only read one of the Magnus Chase books so I will shut up about that #percy jackon and the olympians #camp half blood #the mechanisms #the mechs #ulysses dies at dawn #udad #the mechs udad #violence mention tw

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transbot-brian · 2 months

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The Olympians deciding how to ruins Oedipus's life: Hear me out, what if he fucked his mom?

#Im not familiar about the actual mythology so i have no clue if it was explained there #yes i imagine the Olympians as a bunch of old powerful frat bros and sorority girls #The mechanisms #Udad #ulysses dies at dawn #oedipus the mechanisms

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yonemurishiroku · 1 year

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Apollo hides the light of dawn in Nico's hair.

#so that the moment he caresses Nico's cheek as goodbye is the same time he draws the daybreak #nico as the dawn carrier. darkness and the light within #sky au #i have so much nipollo content for this au #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #night nico #nipollo #apollo (pjo)

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ao3screenshotss · 3 months

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#title:#bring the forgotten dawn #author:#poisedwalrus #ao3 #ao3 funny #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #nico di angelo #hades

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fanartbyherd · 2 months

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Me having silly head-cannon designs for the other Olympians form Ulysses dies at dawn by the Mechanisms.

As well as what their role in the city is outside of being crime bosses and mobsters. I’m not 100% certain with all these designs, but they are something.

Introducing from top to bottom, left to right.

Zeus - the biggest crime boss of the city. He practically owns the utilities, especially has a monopoly on most of the cities power grid. He controls a lot of the city by keeping it in the family and he has a big family. (he/him)

Poseidon- powerhouse in industry who’s main competitors are hestia and hepatitis, but they work in a shaky alliance as often as they work against eachother. He also has control of all the resources that come from what’s left of the oceans.(he/him)

Hera- the ultimate socialite. Anyone who is anyone wants to be invited to her shindigs. To be dropped from the invite list is to be declared socially dead. She controls large parts of the cities everyday burocratices and especially when it comes to marriage, funerals and organized festivals. Paperwork needs her seal of approval to be legal. She is known to be petty. (She/her)

Apollo- a huge influencer, dominates the social media and content viewed by the masses. Most of his power comes from his control of the medical sector, but he distracts the population from that fact by his contributions in the arts and music. Called the sun of Olympus. He is sometimes called the sun of the Olympians and is set to take over as head of comity if Zeus ever steps down (not happening) has a particular dislike of the Coptic gods, Hades in particular. (he/him)

Athena- she is a powerhouse in libraries, education, and the legal network. They know the laws as they wrote most of the laws. She is also a great sponsor of the arts. she runs the newspapers and has a web of information.(she/them)

Hermes- transportation, shipping and delivery, they also essentially run large portions or the cities information network. They are sometimes called the ghost of the internet along with their assistant Iris. (they/them)

Artemis- law enforcement and jails. She has her elite huntresses who deal with outlaws and criminals, renegades and thieves. She also preserves the little that remains of the cities “wild places” this is most of the time more of luxury gardens than anything that is actually wilderness. She is often considered one of the weakest of the Olympians, but as she has the backing of her brother no one bothers her, she is also a lot more powerful than people really give her credit for. After all the weakest Olympian is still more powerful than the strongest mortal king (she/her)

Demeter- the madam of food. The farms of the cities are hers and everyone relies on her food. She has adopted the mysterious ‘Persephone’ as her daughter (she/ her)

Hephaestus- the other powerhouse of industry, but focusing more on specialized goods and luxuries. Him, Aphrodite and Aries have a well known on-again-off-again situation going on. He is also know for creative (he/him)

Aphrodite- she defines beauty. Their head can be removed and swapped out as well as most of their other body parts. She controls cosmetic industries and clothing trends. He is the ultimate pimp. Running all the cities brothels and red lights districts even if doing so In the shadows. (she/them/him)

Note: Aphrodite was sort of inspired by princess langwidere from the wizard of oz. Because she is low key horrifying and I think it would fit.

Ares- the machines of war, the defenses of city districts, personal security, and criminal activities are all places where ares turns his attention. War is business and they make certain business stays booming. (they/them)

Hestia- she is that one essential oils lady, queen of home gadgets and MLMS. This Olympian has for centuries monopolized housing and construction. She is the largest landlord and head of the majority construction companies in the city. She is planning on retirement so she can focus more on her love of pyramid schemes. Though she has yet to name a successor. (she/her)

Note: this is all headcannon that I made for the fun of it. Perhaps it will be useful to someone, but for now it’s just silly headcannons.

#fanart #the mechs fanart #the mechanisms band #the mechanisms #ulysses dies at dawn #twelve olympians #12 olympians #udad #the mechanisms udad #zeus udad #zeus #Artemis udad #artemis #silly headcanons

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