#don’t fuck with perseus jackson

[lilislegacy]

Percy at ease

Percy calm, but a little on edge

Percy when mildly angry

Friendly reminder that Percy jackson - our beloved silly adorable seaweed brain - is absolutely terrifying. When he’s angry, when he’s scared, when he’s on edge - he’s not warm and fuzzy.

No other character gets that reaction from people. Jason (the sweetie) is perceived as calm and in control, nico (our favorite self-outcasted outcast) is perceived as solemn and creepy, reyna (girlboss queen slay) is perceived as confident and assertive, and annabeth (our girl) is perceived as fierce, clever, and formidable. They are all intimidating to an extent.

But not like Percy. No. Becasue even when he’s at ease, he’s described as wild and disobedient. And when he’s not at ease, even if just little bit, he’s perceived as powerful, dangerous, and scary. Someone who NOBODY wants to mess with. Nobody even questions his power. One look from him has literal gangs running the other way. One look from him has Leo so scared that he’s literally shaking, and feeling the same innate fright and alarm that he does when jason summons an ear-piercing, earth-shaking, deadly bolt of lighting.

like… HELLO??? can we all just sit on that for a moment?? good lord

One angry look from percy has people thinking one thing: Run.

Percy is, canonically, the character that people find the most frightening and intimidating.

And unless he’s in a good mood - which you better hope he is - the reality is that most of us would be completely terrified of him if we met him.

#don’t fuck with perseus jackson #dude is not playing around #well #he is playing around 90% of the time #but don’t mess with him when he’s not #i love him #he’s terrifying #in reality i’d probably be scared of him in real life lol #percy my love #and don’t go yelling at me that people are most scared of nico because hazel specifically stated in SoN that at first sight #nico is not a scary person #but frank does say nico gives him the creeps #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #jason grace #reyna ramirez arellano #mark of athena #son of neptune

[justagalwhowrites]

Yearling - Ch. 22: Storm

A spring snowstorm hits Jackson. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-21 found on Tumblr here.

PLEASE PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE CONTENT WARNINGS, THIS IS A ROUGH CHAPTER!!!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Past sexual assault vaguely described; animal death; PTSD response; sexual assault of a minor mentioned in a vulgar way (not seen); possible child death. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 

Length: 8.6k 

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Early May, 2013 

You were outside when the woman rode up. 

Your home was well hidden and you’d only seen five people since Mark had left almost a year earlier, each of them making their way into your land and telling you that he’d sent them your way. They were all kind, they were all vulnerable and they were all loaded down with things you would need. Flashlight batteries and bulbs, sugar and salt, rubbing alcohol and petroleum jelly. Thread, fabric, pain killers, antibiotics, guitar strings. One woman had been sent with a snack sized bag of Lays that were still sealed and a bottle of whiskey. That had made you smile, the clearest sign that Mark hadn’t forgotten about you. 

All of the others had arrived on foot, seemingly with a good idea of where to go, mostly alone but two women has traveled together. The timing wasn’t predictable but you at least knew what you could expect when someone Mark sent your way came into your territory.

This woman was different. 

You heard her before you saw her, the thundering footfalls and heavy breathing of her horse loud against the quiet of the forest. You didn’t have time to fortify your position, didn’t even have time to go get more ammo. So you stood your ground and raised your rifle, heart pounding, when she burst through the tree line and into the clearing that you called home. 

“Back the fuck up!” You yelled, gun raised. The horse all but skidded to a stop, the woman on its back clutching a bundle of blankets to her chest with one hand, yanking back on the reins with the other.  

“Easy!” She said dropping the reins and putting her hand up. She still clung to the bundle. You recognized the horse. It was Perseus, it was Mark’s horse. “Are you Texas?” 

“Who’s askin’?” Your accent was thick, fear a knot in your stomach as you looked Perseus over. You didn’t see any signs of injury.

She kept her hand up. 

“You knew Mark?” She asked. She had an accent, too. Georgia southern, like Mark. “Brown hair, criminally long eyelashes?” 

You narrowed your eyes at her and tightened your grip on your weapon. 

“He knew you,” she kept going. “He… he told me all about you. Doubt he ever mentioned me but… he talked about you all the time. He loved you and I think you loved him, too.” 

You swallowed past the growing lump in your throat and tightness in your chest. She kept using past tense. 

“What about him?” You asked, keeping your gun raised but your grip loosened. 

“He sent me to find you. We need your help,” she said, reaching and tugging her pant leg up just enough to reveal a festering bite mark on her ankle. “And I don’t have much time.” 

***

Early April, 2027

“I can’t believe you’ve been calling her a fucking baby deer this whole goddamn time!” 

Ellie was perched on Shimmer’s stall door, watching as you and Joel set out blankets for the horses. It has been snowing all day and winds were picking up. You were worried a blizzard was moving in and you wanted help getting the horses set to ride out the storm if you couldn’t get to them for a day or two. 

Joel was happy to assist, especially since he had come back from patrol a week earlier with a copy of Bambi on VHS. Ellie hadn’t been able to calm down about it since and it reminded him of the giddiness she had when she started in on the puns the first time, almost four years ago now. He’d have done anything to get that back and, it turned out, all it took was an old Disney movie and a funny nickname.  

“Thank you,” you laughed, almost smug. “Don’t talk for a few minutes and get saddled with the name of a cartoon deer for life…” 

“Hey, needed somethin’ to call you and you try coming up with anything else after lookin’ at you with those big eyes,” Joel said, defensive but smiling. “Not my fault it stuck.” 

“Yeah well Bambi here was gonna kick your ass the first time we met,” she replied. “Big bad contractor was gonna get beat up by a fucking cartoon deer from a kid’s movie…”

Joel tried to keep from laughing and raised his eyebrows at you. 

“OK that’s an exaggeration,” you said. “All I was going to do…” 

“I asked if you were going to try to kick his ass,” Ellie cut you off. “And you said ‘no try about it, I was gonna kick his ass.’” 

“And what did I do to deserve that?” Joel asked, teasing. 

“Well, Ellie tried to warn me about you…” You began, but Ellie cut you off. 

“Should have listened….” 

You glared at her. 

“But she wasn’t very clear,” you said. “And if some grown man was messing around with a girl, I was going to kick his ass. Turns out I didn’t have a reason to.” 

Joel laughed. 

“Glad you spared me.” 

You laughed before planting your hands on your hips, looking around the stable for a moment, taking stock. 

“Think things are just about as good as they’re gonna get,” you sighed. “But I think they should be good for a day until we can dig out and get back over here. Just wait for them to finish dinner, put more feed in after…” 

“Think there’s any chance of the patrols making it back tonight?” Ellie asked, her eyebrows drawn together. 

“Probably not,” Joel said. “They got places to ride out shit like storms if they get stuck, they’ll be alright.” 

“Still,” you said. “Had a group that was due back tonight, Jackson was probably the closest point to ride it out. Think I’ll hang out for a bit yet…” 

“I’ll go get us something to eat,” Joel said. “We’ll wait with you, head home after, settle in to ride out the storm.” 

“Can we stay at Bambi’s?” Ellie asked. “She’s got a way better stereo.” 

You smiled. 

“Sure, kid,” you said. “On you to get Joel to dance party, though.” 

“Dance party?” He frowned. 

“You wouldn’t get it, Old Man,” she replied, the hint of a smirk on her face. 

“Don’t get a lot of things about you, Baby Girl,” he said before stretching his back a bit. “Alright, back in a few. Try not to find too much trouble while I’m gone.” 

You and Ellie both rolled your eyes and he couldn’t help but smile as he made his way through the few inches of snow that had already fallen, heading for the mess hall. 

One of Joel’s favorite parts of being back on good terms with Ellie was getting to see your relationship with her. Even before she was mad at him, he wanted her to have someone like you in her life. Another woman she could talk to, look up to, guide her in ways he didn’t fully understand. She needed that and he hadn’t been able to see it happening from the distance she was holding him at before. 

He knew the two of you were close, he just hadn’t realized how close until the last few months. The two of you felt more like family than Sarah’s mother ever had and he treasured it, treasured that you seemed to love his daughter almost as much as he did. 

The mess hall was getting ready for a storm, too, putting together baskets of food to send home with Jackson residents so people wouldn’t be struggling through the storm for their meals over the next few days. He gathered enough to last the three of you for a bit plus some sandwiches for tonight before he started back toward the stables, the wind more forceful and biting than when he’d left just half an hour earlier. 

As he got closer, he noticed tracks in the snow, hoof prints leading to the stables. A patrol had made it back and, for half a moment, he was a little disappointed. If the storm wasn’t as bad as they were expecting and the patrol was able to make it back to Jackson without losing much time, he might not get to spend the day with you and Ellie tomorrow. Ever since the storm started moving in that afternoon he’d been excited for the chance to have some unexpected time just the three of you - almost like playing hooky but with permission. 

But he knew he should just be happy the patrol made it home through the weather, hopefully with all the people intact. Which, he was. But damn if he didn’t love an excuse to spend time with you. 

He opened the door to the stable and quickly moved shut it behind him, expecting to find you taking saddles off horses. Instead, you damn near slammed into him, your eyes wide, not saying a word as you shoved the door open and took off into the snow. 

“Bambi?” He called after you. You didn’t even slow down. He jogged over to Ellie’s perch and set the food down, a tightness starting to grip his chest. 

“No idea,” Ellie said, not waiting for him to ask. “Patrol came back, said something about some people they found outside… She just said ‘savvy’ and took the fuck off.” 

Joel looked around for a second. Julie was standing next to her horse, a confused look on her face. 

“You found people outside?” Joel asked. 

“Yeah,” she said, still staring at where you’d run out. “Yeah, a group of five. We brought them back…” 

“Where are they?” He asked, fighting to keep his voice calm. 

“The clinic…” 

“Ellie,” he said quickly. “Stay put here, alright? I’m gone more than half an hour, head on home. Mine or hers, don’t want you in that little place for this storm, OK Baby Girl?” 

“Yeah,” she nodded, not giving him shit. She looked concerned, too. “Yeah, OK.” 

He gave her a stiff nod and went out into the building storm, following your footprints to the clinic. 

Joel heard you there before he saw you, your voice pleading and desperate as he shut the wind and snow outside. 

“Anything,” you were begging. “Anything at all, a name, an age, hair color, anything, please…” 

“I’m sorry,” a man whose voice Joel didn’t recognize said. “She did say much before she died, just that there was a girl…” 

Joel found you then, in the same room he’d been in when he’d come in from patrol with a bullet in his leg. 

“Where?” You asked. “Where’d you find her? Did she say where she escaped from, how far she’d come?” 

“We picked them up about 15 miles north east of here,” Fred, one of the men on patrol, said. “Just south of Kelly.” 

“Think she came from a camp ground near there,” the other man said. He was skinny, a patch of frostbite on his nose. “Said something about cabins…” 

“Right,” you nodded. “Right, thank you.” 

You turned and ran smack into Joel’s chest. You barely seemed to register it, hardly even glancing at him before ducking around him and running out the door again. 

“She was asking about a girl,” Fred said quickly. “These folks here, had a woman with them before we found them. Said she escaped raiders, that the raiders had a teenaged girl…” 

“Fuck,” Joel muttered under his breath before looking at the other man. “Thanks, Fred.” 

He didn’t wait for a response, just ducking back into the snow, the wind starting to howl now, running to catch up with you. 

You were on your porch by the time he reached you. You didn’t even seem to be aware that he was following you, you were too focused on something else entirely. You didn’t even bother to take your boots off when you got in the house, just ripping the coat closet inside your door open and pulling out your patrol materials as Joel let himself in. 

“Bambi,” he said gently. You looked up at him for a moment, like you were surprised to find him there before you focused back on your pack, shoving in blankets and flashlights. “Come on, honey…” 

“They’ve got her, Joel,” you said, barely glancing at him before you grabbed your bag and half walked, half ran to your kitchen. “Can’t just leave her out there with them, I…” 

“There’s a snowstorm, Sweetheart,” he said gently, trying to keep his voice calm. “It’s not safe…” 

“Doesn’t matter,” you started stuffing food in your bag, no rhyme or reason to it that Joel could see. 

“Yes, it does,” he said, trying to take the pack from you. You yanked it back, a vicious look in your eyes before you ducked around him. “Baby.” 

“I’m not leaving her to those… those…” your voice cracked. “Those fucking monsters, I’m not, I can’t just leave her, I can’t just abandon her, I…” 

“You getting yourself killed won’t help anybody.” It was getting harder and harder to keep the panic from his voice. He’d never seen you quite like this. Close to it when out on patrol and there were signs that raiders were near, signs of their violence, but he’d always been able to pull you back from the edge. He wasn’t sure he could this time. “Bambi, you can’t…” 

“Yes, I can.” 

You moved around him and he followed. 

“I know you want to help people,” he said. “But you can’t help anyone if you get yourself killed. I know you want to save everyone from going through what you went through…” 

“That’s not what this is,” you said, turning in circles like you were looking for something but you couldn’t place it. 

“Then what is it?” He caught you by the shoulders and looked at you, your eyes wide and panicky. “Tell me, help me understand. When the weather clears, I can go with you and…” 

“It’ll be too late then,” you shook your head, tears starting to swell. “As soon as the snow stops they’re going to leave and it’ll be too late, I’ll never catch them and they’ll still have her and I can’t lose her again, Joel, I can’t, I can’t take it, I can’t do this again, please, don’t ask me to do this again I…” 

“Do what?” He asked, pleading, his grip on you firm. “Let me help you, Baby, please, tell me what’s going on. Who…” 

“My daughter!” You said quickly. Joel froze, his heart pounding against his ribs. “I have a daughter, I have a daughter and if it’s her I… I can’t lose her again, I can’t. I have to go get her…” 

“You…” he breathed. 

“My daughter,” you said, eyes wide. “Please, Joel. I think they have my daughter.” 

*** 

Early May, 2013

You lowered your rifle enough that it was no longer an immediate threat and she relaxed a little, letting the pant leg fall over her ankle again. There was a small cry from the bundle in her arms and you frowned, looking between her and it. She carefully lowered it from her chest, looking down to it. 

“Hey, you’re OK sweet girl,” she said gently. “It’s alright…” 

The bundle fussed but didn’t cry again and she looked back to you. 

“Can I get down?” She asked. “Got a lot to talk about and not a lot of time to do it. Figure I’ve got an hour left. Two, tops.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded quickly. “Yeah, OK. Let’s talk.” 

You didn’t invite her in, not wanting to deal with the potential hazard of her turning into one of those inhuman things in your house. She didn’t seem to mind. 

Her name, she said, was Laurel. She was about your age, you guessed, with her dark hair in two thick braids, deep brown eyes and rich umber skin. 

“This is Savannah,” she said, tilting the bundle so you could see inside. “She’s nine months old…” 

You looked at her, awed for a moment. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen a baby and you resisted the urge to reach out and run your finger over her chubby, impossibly soft looking cheek. She blinked at you, her brown eyes oddly keen and exacting for a baby, her lashes almost obscenely long. You frowned, leaning in to look closer at her. You knew those impossibly soft, brown eyes set in her lovely russet-hued face. 

“She’s Mark’s,” you said softly, looking up at Laurel. “She’s Mark’s, isn’t she?” 

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, she is.” 

“I…” your voice broke. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he had someone, I wouldn’t have…” 

“It wasn’t like that,” she cut you off. “My husband died about three years ago. He got hurt, it got infected… Not even the fucking apocalypse kind, just the kind that you can clear up with penicillin if you can find the damn stuff. Mark… we were both lonely, looking for something to make it better for a while. It just kind of happened. She just kind of happened.” 

The baby cooed, stretching and reaching for you. 

“Where is he?” You asked, looking back at Laurel. “What happened to him?” 

“Our settlement got overrun,” she said, her voice suddenly thick. “They came out of nowhere and just… He tried. He tried so, so hard, you should know that he tried. But he got bit, on the neck, trying to protect us and… He told me where to find you. That’s what he did with the last few minutes of his life, he told me where to find you, he told me that you’d take care of us, make sure we survived. He told me to tell you that he loved you and that he wanted to come back to you…” 

You found yourself nodding, tears on your cheeks as you looked into the eyes of the man you loved in his child’s face. 

“He died before I got bit,” she said. “He died thinking we had a shot. I kept her safe, though. She was safe…” 

“You did good,” you said, throat tight. “You really did…” 

“I need your help,” she said before taking a deep breath. 

“Course,” you nodded, tearing your eyes away from Mark’s daughter to look at her. “What…” 

“I need you to take Savannah.” 

You just blinked at her for a moment. “I…” you broke off, shaking your head. “What? I… no, no, I’m not who you want, I don’t…” 

“I don’t have a lot of options,” she said. “I don’t have time to find another person let alone someone I know I can trust. And I know I can trust you with her. Mark loved you and you loved him, you won’t let anything happen to his child.” 

“But I…” you looked back at the baby in her arms. “I don’t know anything about kids, I wouldn’t even know where to start, I don’t…” 

“Please,” she said, her voice breaking. “He wanted you to take care of her. I think… I think part of him knew it would just be her. That’s why he sent me here, to you. He wanted it to be you. He trusted you and he loved you, he wanted her to be with you. Please, I’ll beg if I have to, just please take care of her. Please.” 

You looked at the baby in her arms, at Mark’s eyes with the impossibly long lashes. 

“OK.” 

Laurel held her daughter while she told you everything. You paused her to take some notes when you thought of it, things like a recipe for formula when she refused solids and what to do when she started crying but wouldn’t stop. She told you how much her daughter loved to gnaw on bits of apple and loved to bounce in time to her father’s humming and her birthday - July 20. 

She started twitching more in what felt like no time at all, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. She pressed her lips to her daughter’s forehead. 

“You’ll be OK sweet girl,” she whispered to her. “You’ll be OK. Mama loves you, OK? Try to remember that for me, OK?” She looked up at you. “Will… will you tell her about me? About Mark?” 

You nodded, the pinch of tears tight in your throat. 

“Of course,” you said. “I’ll make sure she knows everything you did for her. She’ll know about you.” 

She nodded, passing you her child. Your child. 

“I’d like to do it myself,” she said, nodding to the gun at your hip. “If that’s OK.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, adjusting Savannah in your arms and handing Laurel the gun. She took it and walked backwards away from you, her eyes on her daughter. Your daughter. 

“I’ll close my eyes just before,” she said once she was about 20 feet away, still looking at her baby. “Can you cover hers for me? I want to look at her as long as I can but I don’t want her to see…” 

“Yeah,” you nodded again. “I can do that.” 

“Thank you,” she smiled tightly, actually looking at you this time. “I… I know this isn’t what you planned but… It’s easier, knowing she has someone.” 

“I’ll take care of her,” you said. “I’ll love her. I’ll take care of her.” 

Laurel just nodded and looked back at her child, watching her for a moment, the gun in her shaky hand. 

“Mama loves you,” she said softly, raising the gun to her temple and closing her eyes. You quickly pressed Savannah’s face into your chest and held her close. 

Everything was eerily silent for a moment, the longest second of your life, before there was the crack of the gun and the sharp cry of the baby who was all you had left in the world. 

August 2018 

“You have learn this, Savvy.”

“I don’t want to shoot them, Mama,” your daughter looked over at you from her spot on the downed tree, looking at the infected more than 100 feet away through a scope. 

“These are the easiest things you’ll ever have to shoot,” you said gently. “It’s nice to shoot them, you’re making it so they’re not hurting anymore…” 

“But they’re people.” 

Her eyes - her father’s eyes - were so wide. The springs of her curls were bundled back away from her face, a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. 

“I know they look like people,” you ran your hand over the crown of her small head. “But they’re not, not anymore. They’re things that are hurting and the only way to help them is to shoot them. And shooting them keeps you and me safe. Now, you can do this. Do it just like you do at home with the targets.” 

She looked at you, her big eyes watery, before obeying and turning back toward the gun. You watched as she lined up her shot and took a deep breath, exhaling before firing. 

Her shot went a little wide, catching the infected on the arm. It whipped its head around and shrieked before running for you. 

“Mama!” 

“It’s alright,” you said, looking down your own rifle for a moment before firing and hitting it in the head. It dropped like a stone. “See? All OK. This is why we learn.”

“I’m sorry,” her voice was thick and trembling and you looked over at her, tears streaming down her face. “I tried hard, I promise…” she hiccuped and gulped in air and you set your rifle down and sat up before pulling her against you. 

“You did so good,” you kissed the top of her head. “Don’t be sorry, Honey, you did so good, I’m so proud of you.”

“But I didn’t kill them,” she pulled her face from your chest, her lower lip quivering. “I did it wrong and…” 

“You’ll get better,” you said gently. “No one is perfect when they’re learning. This is just to make sure that you’re safe. I’ll always protect you but it’s good for you to know how to protect yourself, too. This is just in case, OK?” 

She nodded against you and you held her until she stopped crying. When she calmed, you ran your thumbs over her cheeks and kissed her small forehead, wishing you didn’t have to teach her these things. If you could just shelter her away from the world - from infected, from the people who has found power because of the infected - then it would all be OK. She wouldn’t need to know how to kill. It could be just you and her, growing things and raising horses and reading by the fire, until the end of time. 

But the world, you knew, was not so kind. 

“Want to go pick out some books?” You asked gently. She nodded and the two of you got up and you took her hand, leading her to the library. 

In the more than five years you’d had Savvy, she had become your entire world. Everything you did, you did for her. To keep her safe, to make her happy, to teach her. You’d known nothing about children when Laurel brought her to you. The first night, you’d held her close while you both cried and you prayed to a god you’d never been sure existed that you would do right by her.

Loving her came easy. Living for her was harder. 

But you fell into it eventually, guiding her through the world as it was now as best you could. If you found a family near your territory, you’d watch them from afar and, once you knew it was safe, bring Savvy to introduce her, give her a chance to know someone besides yourself. You taught her how to read, how to count, how to skin a rabbit. You had no idea if it was the right thing but you hoped it would be enough that, when she was older, she would survive if something happened to you. That’s all that mattered, that she would be OK. 

“Mama?” She asked, setting her picture book on her legs as you browsed the shelves for more books on home schooling and small scale farming.

“Yes baby?” 

“What else would I need to shoot?” 

You frowned and looked down at her, your hand on the spine of a book. 

“What?” 

“Well, you said that the not people are the easiest things I would have to shoot,” she said, face serious. “So… what else would I have to shoot?” 

“I don’t think you’ll like shooting animals much,” you said and she crinkled her nose. “But you’ll probably have to at some point.” 

“But I like animals,” she pouted. 

You smiled. 

“I know you do.” 

“What else?” She asked, still peering up at you. 

You sighed. 

“Sometimes…” you turned your attention back to the books. “Sometimes you’ll have to shoot a person.” 

Her wide eyes somehow grew wider, a look of horror on her face. 

“But…” her little voice broke. “But I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “But sometimes we have to.” 

“Why?” 

“Because,” you looked down to her. “There are things in this world that want to hurt you and you need to know how to hurt them first.” 

“But you’re here,” she said. She was so young, so small. You knelt, getting down on her level. 

“You still need to know how,” you said. “I will do everything I can to protect you but I might fail. You need to know how to destroy them before they destroy you because they will. They will destroy every part of you they can touch if they have the chance. Don’t give them the chance.” 

She considered that for a moment, her face very serious. 

“Does it hurt?” She asked, looking up at you. 

You reached down at cupped her cheek.

“Yes,” you said quietly. “Yes, it does.” 

Her eyes were wide and soft and deep and you wanted, more than anything, to keep her safe. 

“But I’ll take care of you,” you said, stroking her soft skin with your thumb. “For as long as I’m alive, I’ll take care of you.” 

September 15, 2023 

“Mom?” 

You looked up from where you were working at skinning a rabbit. There was a glow in your front window, a hold over from when Savvy was even younger and you had to leave to go check on the horses before bed. She got scared one night when she woke up and found that you weren’t in the dark cabin. Ever since, you always left the electric lantern on when you left in the evenings, even though she said she didn’t need it anymore. It was just enough to work by as the sun got lower outside. 

“Yeah?”

“What…” she paused, an odd look on her face. “What’s in Gattling’s mouth?” 

The dog was hovering behind Savvy’s legs and you leaned around from your position on a tree stump, trying to get a look at her. You frowned, not able to make it out in the low light, and set the rabbit and your knife down, wiping your hands on a rag tucked into your belt.  

Gattling’s tail wagged as you approached, her head low and you squatted down to be on her level, angling her head toward the house so her muzzle wasn’t in shadow. Her snout was red with blood, something dangling from her jaws. You held your palm out flat. 

“Gattling, release.” 

She obediently dropped it in your hand with a sickening splat. It took you a moment to realize that it was a pinky finger. 

“Mom?” Savvy’s voice was shaky. You dropped the finger where you stood and heard the crack of a gunshot in the distance. 

“We have to move.” 

You grabbed her arm and pulled her in the house, Gattling trotting close behind. 

“What’s happening?” She asked, looking back over her shoulder. “Mom, what’s…” 

“Get packed,” you said, grabbing a pack and thrusting at her before running to the dresser in the corner. You shrugged out of the shirt you were wearing and traded it for the one you’d worn when you fled the ranch 20 years earlier, not willing to leave Justin’s shirt behind. “Some clothes, first aid, batteries, flashlights, all three kinds of ammo, sleeping bag.” 

You went to the kitchen and started grabbing things you’d already preserved. Jerky, dried fruit, some seeds. Most of the canteens in the house were full and you grabbed a few. You grabbed the pistol, the shot gun and the rifles. You set it all out on the table and looked over to your daughter who was obediently filling her pack. 

“Leave room for this,” you said, taking your rifle from the pile. “Meet me by the horses as quick as you can. Turn out the lantern on your way.” 

She just nodded. You sprinted for the cabin you’d turned into a stable. Nike was huffed at your arrival and you grabbed her tack and saddled her up as quickly as you could, making sure there was room to add basic supplies. Savvy ran into the pen just as you led Nike and Perseus into the middle of it. 

“Long guns,” you held your hand out as you tightened down straps of the saddle. She handed you the shotgun first and you tucked it into a strap on the saddle. The rifle came next. You stepped back and looked at it for a moment. 

“OK,” you said turning back to your daughter, looking her over. She’d gotten so tall, she was only a few inches shorter than you now, you didn’t even need to stoop to press a kiss to her forehead. “Want you to head north, understand?” 

“What are you talking about?” She asked as you took her arm and guided her alongside the horse. “Mom, you’re coming with me, I’ll just follow you, I’ll just…” 

“I’ll get to you when I can,” you said. She shook her head, her eyes wide. 

“No,” she grabbed your arms. “No, you can’t, you can’t just leave me, you can’t…” 

“I’m not leaving you,” you held her face in your hands, looked into her eyes. She had her father’s eyes. “I’m not, OK? I will find you. I will always find you, sweet girl, I will always protect you. That’s what I’m going to do, OK? I’m going to buy you time. Cut north, stick to the woods, off the trails. You know things here. Go out of the way, work your way around the long way to the library. Meet me there in three days, it should be safe…” 

“Three days?” She gaped at you. “No, I can’t…” 

“Yes you can,” you said, firm enough that you believed it, too. “Yes you can. I’ve taught you everything I know, you can make it. It’s just three days, you’ll be OK. You’re so strong and you’re so smart, you’re going to be OK. I will always find you. I will always protect you, I will always keep you safe. I promise.” 

You pulled her tight to you and kissed her temple. 

“I love you,” you breathed, pulling back to look at her face. “More than anything, I love you. I’ll see you soon, OK? Ride through the night, switch horses at dawn and keep riding until tomorrow night. You can do this.” 

“I can do this,” she repeated. “I can do this.” 

You looked to the dog at your feet, her tail wagging and her muzzle bloody. 

“Gattling,” you said. Her ears perked up. “Savvy.” 

She immediately went to your daughter’s side, ready to protect her. 

You boosted Savvy onto the horse, taking a final look at her. 

“Just three days, right Mom?” 

You swallowed, hard, before nodding. 

“Just three days. Be safe. Be smart. I’ll see you soon.” 

You didn’t have the luxury of watching her ride away. The second her, Nike and Perseus were clear of the paddock, you ran to saddle up Hercules. 

You needed to buy her time. 

October 13, 2023

You were still paying for your escape. 

It was hard to keep track of time. You were with Mitchum and his crew about two weeks the first time. That’s what it felt like, anyway. You were pretty sure it had been about half as long since they got you back. It was hard to tell. You were so panicked, in so much pain that time stretched and expanded and every hour that passed was an hour that you were separated from your daughter and you needed to get to her, you had to. She was just 11 years old and the world was not kind to girls. You’d taught her everything you knew but you had to get back to her, you didn’t want her to have to hurt and kill. 

When you’d escaped, you’d done nothing but search for her. You went to the library, tried to track where you thought she’d have come from but it had been weeks. There was no trail left to follow. You were about to return to your cabin to check there when Mitchum’s men found you again. You still had no idea where Savvy was.

You’d promised to take care of her. You’d promised her, you’d promised the woman who had given her to you a decade earlier. You’d promised. 

You had to get back to her. 

They’d chained you to a wall this time but you thought you might be able to pull the bolt out of the wood if you worked at it diligently enough. You pried at it until your nails were bloody and you kept going. You were covered in blood already, anyway. It was sticky on your skin where it had flowed from the cut on your head where your face had been slammed into the floor as one of Mitchum’s men had taken you from behind while you were on your knees. It had been a steady drip from inside of you since the first time Mitchum forced himself on you when you were brought back, whatever injury there was not given time to heal. The raiders seemed to like it when you bled on them. It even coated part of your arm where one man had cut you when trying to control you, not happy with your lack of compliance as he hurt you. A little more as you tried to pry yourself free wasn’t going to draw attention. 

The door slammed into the wall without warning and you jumped, shocking back from the wall. The man standing there smirked, stalking over to you. 

“Getting ideas are we?” He sneered. He didn’t wait for a response. “Thought you’d have learned your fuckin’ lesson last time…” 

He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuff that held you before pulling you roughly to your feet. He didn’t give you any clothes, he just pulled you, naked, out to the circle of men around a campfire. Your heart sped up, tried to count them. You weren’t sure you could survive being at the mercy of the more than two dozen who were here, not at one time. He threw you into the dirt and you caught yourself on your hands and knees. 

“Here’s my favorite little bitch,” Mitchum stalked forward. You sat back on your heels and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to protect what you could. “How have you liked being back home? We keepin’ you entertained?” 

A few of the men laughed. You swallowed and peered around, hoping for something you could take advantage of, just one open space, one unguarded moment and you could escape. For good this time. You could do that, you could escape and figure out where you were and then find Savvy. 

“Figured out what you were hidin’ back in that homestead of yours,” Mitchum said, a smirk on his voice. You looked at him, eyes wide. Your stomach dropped and he laughed. “Didn’t think you’d like that. Can see why you were workin’ so hard now, she sure was a pretty little thing.” 

“Fuck you,” you spat. 

He laughed. 

“That can be arranged,” he said. “Fucked that girl of yours, too. Broke her in real good…” 

You were on your feet before you fully realized what you were doing, running for him. You grabbed at his face, snarling and grasping as you sank your bloody nails into his skin. You dug deep and he punched you in the stomach as one of his men pulled you back, forcing you to the ground. 

“I’ll kill you!” You shrieked. “I’ll fucking kill you!” 

He stalked forward and punched you across the face before grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look at him. You felt blood on your teeth and you wished it was his. You wanted to rip his throat out like an animal, wanted to claw and bite at him until he succumbed. 

“I wanted to keep the both of you,” he said, holding your hair tight in his fist, fingers against your scalp. “Figured you’d be a lot more fun with her life on the line. Too bad she couldn’t take it.” 

The world tilted on its axis. You hadn’t eaten in days but you still felt like you were going to be sick, like everything inside of you, the blood and the viscera that made you a living being, was going to come up. 

“Oh yeah,” he smirked. “Should’ve probably been more careful with her but it was just so much fun to hear her beg for her mama…” 

“You’re a liar,” you hissed through clenched teeth. “A fucking liar!” 

He kept his eyes on you and he whistled before forcing you to look at the fire. Two men stepped forward, each carrying burlap sacks. One was much larger than the other. 

“Show ‘er.” 

The first man, the one with the large bag, turned it over. A horse head fell out of the sack, landing on the dirt with a wet thud. It took you a second to recognize her, separate from her body, but it was Nike. You screamed, the sound clawing its way up from your chest and you instinctively reached for her only to have Mitchum rip you back by your hair. 

“Wanna see what’s in the other bag?” He pressed his mouth against your ear as you sobbed. “Decided to keep her head, thought I should pass it around, see if it’s as good cold…” 

You strained in his hold, trying to shake your head. You couldn’t get yourself to form words. There was the distinct feeling that someone was cracking you open, prying apart your chest and pulling your organs out one by one. They didn’t belong to you anymore. You weren’t sure they ever really had, they were hers and she was gone.

You couldn’t see her like that, see just her head, like she had only ever been parts and pieces to begin with.  

“Please,” you managed through the gasping, racking sobs. “Please, please, no, I’ll do whatever you want, whatever…” 

Mitchum smiled. 

“Good.” 

The pain of the brand barely registered in your mind, even as your body jerked with it. Everything seemed dulled and numbed. Time slowed and stretched and, for a while, the only thing that your body seemed to have space for was the agonizing pain of losing something you were never built to lose. 

It was a year before there was room for anything else. 

Early April, 2027 

“Bambi…” 

“Move, Joel.” 

You shoved past him. You’d need a sleeping bag, two sleeping bags, actually. An extra pair of boots, she probably didn’t have those. She’d have out grown the last ones she had, she would be 14 now, she’d be even taller, have bigger feet, longer legs. They didn’t give you clothes when you were with them, you doubted it was different for her. 

First aid, that you’d need. 

“You can’t do this, Baby,” he was following close behind you. 

“Yes, I can.” 

“You’re gonna get yourself fucking killed,” there was a strain in his voice. “Who knows what you’ll be walking into out there, how many there’ll be, how armed they’ll fuckin’ be, what they’ll do to you if they get your hands on you…” 

“I have to try.” 

You didn’t have a gun here. You’d have to get one, you were pretty sure Maria would give you one if you told her why you needed it. 

“Just…” Joel sounded desperate. “Just wait, until after the storm, just wait, I’ll go with you, we’ll look, we’ll…” 

“It’ll be too late,” you shook your head. “Someone got out, as soon as the weather clears they’re gonna move and we’ll lose them, it has to be now.” 

“Have you seen how shit’s pickin’ up out there?” He came around in front of you, taking you by the shoulders. “Baby, the wind is gonna knock you off your damn horse, you can’t help her if you’re dead, please, I’m begging you, please…” 

“What would you do?” You asked. “If it was Sarah, if it was Ellie. Would you sit here and wait? Or would you go get her?” 

He froze, looking at you. 

Your knife. You’d need your knife. You went to get it but Joel stopped you, his hand on your elbow. 

“Bambi,” he said quietly. “You can’t know that it’s her.” 

“It could be,” you said. “Joel…” 

“It’s been years,” he whispered. “Baby, it’s been years, there’s… I’m so sorry but she’s… They wouldn’t have let her live this long, she couldn’t have survived this long, she’s gone, I’m so sorry…” 

You shook your head. You had that feeling again, like the one you had that day around the fire when Mitchum had told you he’d killed her, the feeling that your whole self was being ripped apart. 

But you’d never seen that she was gone. You never held her body, never saw the life leave her eyes. You didn’t know that she was gone. She could be alive. She could. 

“You don’t know that,” you said, your voice thick. “You don’t…” 

“You barley survived,” he said softly. “You, the strongest fucking person I know and you damn near died. A teenager couldn’t have survived that, Baby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry and…” 

“No,” you snapped, swallowing back your tears. “You don’t know, you don’t know them like I do…” 

“I do,” he cut you off. “Sweetheart, I am begging you, stay here. Please. Don’t get yourself killed, if it’s her we will find her as soon as it’s safe…” 

“You don’t know!” You pushed him back. He was costing you time, time you didn’t have. Savvy was out there, she was out there alone and afraid and you were going to find her. “Let me go, Joel. I know them, you don’t understand them, you can’t understand them…” 

“I understand them because I used to be one of them!” 

You froze. He was watching you, his eyes wide and desperate as he panted for breath. Your heart was pounding, there was a high pitched whine in your ears, something like a siren or when you first came to Jackson and could hear the electricity in the walls. 

“What?” You whispered, suddenly keenly aware of how close he was to you, of his hand on you. You could feel the outline of his fingers, each individual callus distinct against your skin. 

“I used to be one,” he said softly. “A… a raider, I used to be one. It was a long time ago but I know how they think, I know how they operate and… I’m sorry but if they’ve had her for three and a half years? She’s gone, Sweetheart. There’s nothing left for you to save…” 

You thought Joel was still talking but you couldn’t hear him. It was like you’d just jumped into deep water, the cold of it shocking and painful and the rush of it drowning out everything you knew. You couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe, could barely see. 

Joel. Your Joel, the person you trusted more than any other, was a raider. He was like them, like the men who had torn you away from your daughter, who had raped you, who had tortured you, who now might be doing the same to your child right now and Joel knew them because he was like them because he had done those things, too. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

You were suddenly in your body again, out of that deep dark water and back in your house. Joel’s hands were on you and it was like they were on fire, you could feel it through your skin into your muscle, your bone, down into the marrow of you it hurt where his hands were on you. 

“Baby,” he said gently and you forced yourself to look at his face. You couldn’t breathe. You’d kissed him, told him things you’d never told anyone, all but begged him to touch you and he was just like them. 

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed it and he ripped his hands away like you’d burned him. You could breathe again and gulped in air, reaching for the back of your couch. You needed something to keep you standing, you felt like you were going to collapse or throw up. Joel’s hands were up, like he was waiting to catch you if you fell. “Don’t touch me, don’t you fucking touch me!” 

“You’re OK,” he said, keeping his hands off of you but stepping closer. “I’ve got you, you’re OK…” 

“Get away from me!” You backed away from him, looking for the best way out of here. You had to get away from him, he wasn’t safe, he was just like them and you had to get away from him, you couldn’t be anywhere near him. “Get away!” 

You said it again and again and again and you kept backing away from him until you were pressed against the wall. Joel stayed where he was and, when you were able to look at him again, it looked like he was in pain. 

“I’m away,” he said softly, his hands up. “Not gonna touch you, Sweetheart…” 

“Don’t call me that,” you were sobbing and you weren’t sure when you’d started. 

“What?” He whispered. 

“Don’t fucking call me that!” You bit out, staying back against the wall. He was so big, he could overpower you, he could hurt you, it would be easy for him. “Don’t call me that, not when you’re like them, you’re just like them, I trusted you and you’re just like them…” 

“No,” he shook his head, voice thick. He closed the gap between you quickly and you shocked back from him but he didn’t seem to notice, taking you in his arms and clutching onto you. But his touch made your skin crawl, everywhere his body was against your own screaming in panic. “No, not like that, I never… I never did what they did to you, Sweetheart, please, you have to believe me, I never did that, never. I just…” 

“I trusted you!” You sobbed, your legs collapsing from beneath you. Joel clung to you, keeping you from falling to the floor, but you hated his hands on you, suddenly feeling like hands you’d hated so much. You twisted and fought to get away but he just held onto you. “I trusted you, you made me love you, I let you inside of me and you’re like them, you’re just like them…” 

“I’m sorry, Baby,” his voice was thick and wet. “I’m so sorry, I wish I could take it back, wish I could change it…” 

You managed to firmly plant your feet on the ground and you shoved against his broad, firm chest, desperate for distance from him. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” 

He let you go and you scrambled back from him, fighting to breathe. He was looking at you, tears in his eyes. 

“Baby, please,” he whispered. “Please just… let me take care of you, I understand what…” 

“I don’t want anything to do with you,” your voice shook. 

“Bambi…” 

“Get out,” you managed. 

He said your name. Your real name. 

“Get out!” You screamed, so loud and harsh you felt it ripping out of you. “Get out of here, get away from me, get out!” 

“I’ll go!” He kept his hands up. “Just gotta promise me…” 

“I don’t gotta do shit for you,” you shook your head. 

“Promise me you won’t do anything that will get you hurt,” he said softly, He was crying, too. “Please, I’m begging you, I’ll do whatever you want just promise….” 

“I won’t, now get out!” You yelled. “Get out, get away from me!” 

“I’m going,” he said quickly. “Please… Please, be safe, please.” 

You watched as he made his way to your door but he stopped and looked back at you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For… for all of it, I’m so sorry.” 

He closed the door behind him and you collapsed to the ground and sobbed, clutching onto yourself like it was going to keep your body intact but it still felt like you were going to shatter into a million pieces and there would be no one to help put you together again. 

You weren’t sure how long you were there on the floor but, eventually, you were able to make yourself move again. 

You thought of Savvy, of your daughter, of where she might be, of how you’d promised to keep her safe. You got up off the floor, body numb, and grabbed your pack before going out into the snow. 

Next Chapter

A/N: Alright, yell at me. I'm ready for it.

There's a lot in this chapter, I know. It's long, it's rough, it's been coming for a while. We first got a hint of Savvy in chapter 4 when Bambi thought about Joel's possible relationship to Ellie and she's been hinted at regularly since. She's why Bambi knew to use ginger to help William's teething, she's why Bambi was specifically grateful to have another adult around when Marisa showed up, she's why Bambi keeps searching every time there's even a hint of raider activity.

And after everything she's been through, she can't just blindly accept Joel's past, that's way WAY too much for anyone who's survived what she has to bear.

I hope this didn't come completely out of the blue and I hope you're still up for reading more of this story. I hope it'll be worth it in the end. I think it will be.

Thank you for being here. This is a story that I feel like deserves to be told, even the dark parts of it, and I'm so thankful you're along for the ride. Love you ❤️

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[newpercyjfan]

“I plunge to my death” Percy Jackson Au

Ok first, if you somehow came up with this exact thing already, i wouldn’t know, I don’t even follow the Percy Jackson tag yet, but just tell me and I’ll take it down or tag it as an alt universe of your au and credit it, but I have like three other ones I’ll be posting so we’ll see.

- This au is connected to both the tv show and the book because I like what both did in terms of the arch episode.

- This mostly goes how the tv show episode goes, Percy gets poisoned, they get to the top of the arch, he sacrifices himself. But this time, he does pray to his dad as he falls over 100 ft to his death.

- His dad doesn’t answer. He’s the one who somehow last second, controls the water to save himself. He sinks to the bottom of the lake and gets stuck. He feels the poison and his wounds get slightly better.

-In this au, the nereid doesn’t actually help him get out of the water, because in this version it’s inspired by how in the books, when he left the water the wounds came back. If he leaves the lake, he could die.

- So he stays stuck there for almost three days while the nereids bring him seaweed and shit to eat, but eventually he gets sick of it.

- he learns that Poseidon didn’t really want him to leave, at least not yet, mainly because he knew if he left he would continue to be chased by monsters or die in some way and believed a war would come either way. Basically, if the Poseidon that said “heroes always end badly, I regret getting your mom pregnant” actually did something about it

- but of course, he can’t keep Perseus ‘I don’t listen to anybody but myself’ Jackson down in a lake without him going a lil crazy and he breaks the root holding him down and swims to shore, but the poison instantly kicks back in, and gets back in the water

- his father gifts him a hydrai (a large vase/urn basically that carry’s water) that holds basically a portal to the ocean in it. GUYS LISTEN, I HEARD THIS MYTH SOMEWHERE BUT WHEN I TRIED TO FIND THE SOURCE IT DISAPPEARED. I was positive I heard that there was a vase that held the ocean in it somewhere so just take my word 😭

- the mist makes it look like a water bottle with no label 😭💀💀💀

- Percy accepts the gift because he wants to get out of there, but he suddenly does not have a very good idea of the gods or specifically his father. I don’t think the nereid actually told him that his father really did care, at least a little bit, all he saw it as was his dad not thinking he would succeed/ he saw it as Zeus turning Thalia into a tree because he didn’t want to idk disprespect the other gods? Cause it was easier than defending her? That’s how Percy sees it anyways

- Meanwhile, Grover and annabeth are convinced he died. They looked and called for him, but there was no proof of his survival, so instead annabeth took his place in a lot of missions to fulfill the quest cause she’s a girl boss like that.

- I think her main theory of what happened to him is straight up “I saw him fall and didn’t see him land, so maybe he turned into the lake or a tree or something too” 💀😭

- anyways Percy gets chased by another monster but has no more fucks to give. He’s scary. He’s pale, has dark eyes and a taste for vengeance.

- he tries to find annabeth and Grover but they’re pretty ahead of him.

- my main idea is that they meet again in the underworld with hades and they are little wary honestly.

- also omg I didn’t think of this before but what if they thought, hey, he’s in the underworld, guess he did die 💀.

-But anyways what I thought would happen was annabeth and Grover get there first and annabeth has the backpack with the bolt in it. Hades asks if they wanted a trade and that’s why they came. He bluffs and tells them if they give him the bolt and the helmet he’d let go Percy’s mom or “bring back” percy. (Hades knows percy is not dead and is kinda pissed that Percy is constantly on the edge of death but making it because of his dad technically, and he can’t take him to punishment field or whatever he calls it idk)

- I think annabeth chooses percy and is about to give the bag over, but realizes he was tricked and he was never dead. But idk. There are so many diff ways this could go and I’d love to hear how you guys would write it. I’d love some reblog a that add to this idea.

Also I need unhinged percy content

(Sorry if the art or wording is bad, it’s late and I’m tired)

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo spoilers #technically #pjo #pjo tv series #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo thalia #grover underwood #grover pjo #pjo annabeth #pjo books #pjo au #pjo fanart

[autism-alley]

alright sorry to be a bitch about casting, but i’m gonna bc i do think it’s important to illustrating the feel of a character (if you come to me to bitch and whine about black annabeth get the fuck off my lawn). myself and others have already talked at length about the writing of the series, so if you’re looking for more weighty criticism, just scroll thru the pjo crit tag, now is my time to be a stickler for details, and this is a live action show, a visual medium, the casting is important for reasons beyond an actor’s ability to deliver lines. embodying the character purely in an actor’s personality isn’t enough—they need to physically feel like they could be this person to really sell it (there’s also something to be said abt not having to cast someone who supposedly feels like the character they’re playing just as themself—it’s called acting for a reason, but i digress).

just. take in the official viria pjo art of sally jackson.

look at this woman. look at her!! that is MOTHER. that is the woman who worked herself to the bone to single handedly raise perseus jackson, flaws and all. that is the woman who rocked up to the battle of manhattan with a shotgun and A WILL. that is the woman poseidon himself called a queen amongst women and offered a palace to. with warm lighting only outshone by her reassuring smile and the candle of percy’s blue birthday cupcake—that’s sally jackson. the composition of it, her pose and welcoming smile, makes the viewer feel like we are percy jackson, and it’s our birthday we’re being beckoned to join in the celebration of, a special moment between mother and child.

now look at this woman.

i feel like i’ve had this english teacher before, asking me why my autistic ass was tweaking out in the middle of her lesson on iambic peranimeter. i’m sure she’s a nice lady in real life, it’s nothing against her as a person or her skills as an actress, to me she just lacks the warmth and gentleness crucial to sally jackson’s feel as a character. that is my own subjective take. she doesn’t make my shoulders relax at the sight of her. her smile doesn’t make the tightness in my chest go away. looking at this sally jackson, i feel everything her character ISN’T meant to embody. i start feeling stressed out. like everything is somehow a lesson and she has grand expectations of my answer. and the script does NOT do her any favors with lines like “you decide how ugly this gets” at VERY MINOR “outbursts” of percy’s. paired together, the script and the casting, we get what feels more like all the chastising teachers in percy’s life rather than his loving and patient MOTHER. and i don’t wanna hear another one of y’all defend this depiction as more accurate to parents of ND children or i’m gonna lose it.

now finally, look at this woman.

we can bash the pjo movies for all their inaccuracies and adaptation flaws, but if there’s one thing they nailed, it’s sally jackson. the kind eyes. the welcoming and reassuring gaze. a tired yet inherently trustworthy face. she’s so open. she feels so special, so giving, even if she herself has little. i can see myself laughing in her kitchen, making seven-layer dip or blue cookies. i can see her handing me an extra few jelly beans after a long shift at the candy store. i can see myself as percy jackson, able to put aside another school expulsion because that’s my mother and she’ll never let me doubt she loves me. i can see why poseidon, god of the sea, would fall in love with her in a way he hadn’t in thousands of years. i can see him offering her the world.

i don’t know if this casting impacted the official art, it did come first, maybe that’s a well-known fact and i just sound like a jackass—nor is official art is the end all be all (looking the og official pjo art dead in the eyes)—but this woman just deeply strikes me as the same sally jackson as the one in viria’s art and the pjo books. she’s sally jackson in way show sally vehemently just… is not.

#pointing at show sally #this woman looks like she’ll yell at me #this woman looks like she’s going to tell me to wait outside in the hall to talk after class #just because rick riordan slapped a ‘sally jackson’ name tag to her does not magically make her feel like sally jackson to me #literally any other depiction of sally jackson? mom. momma. #that’s my mother she’s taking me to montauk now #anyways school has been busy as hell ik i have people to get back to and asks to answer i just wanted to crank out a quick post #that i’ve been wanting to get to for a while #pjo show crit #pjo tv crit #ris raves

[burgercheese1812]

Percy: Hey Grover, don’t let toxic masculinity convince you that crying is bad! I for one always rub my eyes after handling hot peppers!

Grover:

Annabeth:

Annabeth: Perseus Jackson I swear to fuck, you better be lying.

Meme by @writersmorgue

#they’re in love your honour #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo incorrect quotes #annabeth chase #toa fandom #pjo hcs #pjo hoo toa #grover underwood #grover pjo #poor annabeth #annabeth percy jackson #annabeth pjo

[abooklover]

Rewatching the first two episodes of the Percy Jackson series for like the fifth time like any sane person and just wanted to make a comprehensive (and I mean comprehensive so bear with me here) list of all my thoughts, however unhinged they may be so here goes.

EPISODE 1

Walker’s monologue at the beginning gives such great background and I’m not gonna lie it destroyed me hearing ‘look I didn’t want to be a half-blood’ as the first words. Not to mention the fact that half of that monologue is pretty much word for word from the book which is something I die over whenever it happens

Blackjack looking out for Percy - we love a bit of foreshadowing

The light that comes into the picture when he says things changed when he met Grover. This is literally everything to me, I am so glad even just in the first two episodes they’re showing how strong of a bond they have. Also let’s not forget that they have Mythomagic cards

Sally Jackson (my goddess) imparting words of fucking wisdom - ‘not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero and not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster’

Also her explaining to Percy the story of Perseus (his name sake) - like I am sorry but the centring of the mother/son relationship which only amplifies once Percy loses her is something I don’t know how to explain how much I love (like her even prays to her over his father who is a literal god but we’ll get to that later). ‘hold fast Perseus, brave the storm that was made to break us for we are unbreakable as long as we have each other’ 😭

‘hang on to that, it is a mighty instrument’ - oh yeah it is

Grover spouting scientific facts about bullying - ‘childhood trauma, feelings of inadequacy’ - like he’s written a research paper on it 🤣

Percy and Grover swapping things on their sandwich like they’re siblings

‘I was thinking more like shoving Nancy in the nearest dumpster’ and there mischievous smile afterwards - oh I love you Percy

Grover saying ‘If there’s one thing I know about bullies, you should never stand up to them’ and Percy saying ‘that doesn’t sound right’

I was a little underwhelmed with the whole Mrs Dodds encounter. I don’t know I think I just expected something longer and with the whole drama of Mr Brunner throwing Percy the pen but I think maybe in hindsight it makes more sense cause it’s easier to convince Percy that it didn’t happen

Gotta say that the first time I watched the scene in the principals office I did not even realise Rick was in it but now I can’t not see him

Grover ‘betraying’ Percy was heartbreaking cause you know Grover doesn’t want to do it but knows that he has to and you know that Percy feels like he has lost the only friend he had

Actually really glad that Eddie is a nice sympathetic guy not one of Gabe’s poker buddies

Still disappointed by Gabe - I still think he needed to be a bit more grimy and disgusting (and the way he talks in the scene was just not right for me, don’t know whether it was the acting or the script but it was a no from me). Though Percy’s ‘Losing at imaginary poker’ line was funny

Logical and Sally Jackson. That is all. Just know that I actively sob every time I watch this. Also her sitting in the rain so contentedly will never not hit me, on a personal level knowing how certain things can just provide peace and an escape from life otherwise but also more contextually with her and Poseidon (bottom line: water is the ultimate comfort)

Of course Sally believes Percy and brings him blue candy. Keeping the most important themes of the book. The mother-son bond (which I will to more later) and the blue

I always thought Brunner was pronounced runner but with a b in front of it

D’Angelo’s - yes I will take any peace of nico that I am given (fingers crossed for the lotus casino scenes)

My kin sally Jackson crying in a car while watching her son sleep knowing what lies ahead, nope sorry but I’m not okay and neither is she

‘You fell in love with god, like-like Jesus?’ - oh Percy my love. If nothing else this is who Percy Jackson is.

Percy fully believing that something is wrong with him because that’s what he’s always been told

‘What is he doing here, I don’t want to see him’. Grover and his impeccable timing and panic. Don’t get me started on why I think the ‘You didn’t tell him about me?’, ‘You’re early’ exchange between Grover and Sally is the funniest thing to me.

‘Why is there half a goat in your pants?’ and ‘Why is it wearing underpants?’ - Percy asking the important questions here

I honestly don’t know how they didn’t figure out Percy was Poseidon’s son after the whole Nancy no of it and then Clarissa like it was quite obvious

‘I’m actually 24’ oh Grover we know you bleat when you’re anxious

Sally’s goodbye to Percy - I am a sucker for sadness

I do agree that riptide should be bigger but the only thing I can think is that maybe it’ll grow with him

EPISODE 2

‘You drool when you sleep’ the iconic line. It kinda disappointed me not going to lie.

PETER JOHNSON-pretending to be Percy’s father-PETER-using Percy to break the rules Dionysus introduction and pipeline (oh he is horribly perfect)

‘Yeah but did you’ persassy is in the house and I hope he never leaves (one of my favourite lines and the way walker delivers it is perfection)

Camp looks incredible. I know people have issues with the grandeur of it all but that’s the way things work in the film industry and I personal adore it

And can we talk about Chiron’s injured back leg. Like am I forgetting something (probably) but I don’t remembered him being injured

For those who don’t know, finding out that like is the bad guy is probably gonna destroy them. Charlie bushnell really was like I’m gonna make everyone love me only for them to be crushed (and even though I know I am still gonna hurt - yes I have a soft spot for Luke)

I was so confused when Grover went into the woods and saw the council (it was the only part that I was like what in the world is this, this wasn’t in the books)

Luke being the one the comfort Percy and show him around - oh a genius choice narrative wise but I do miss my girl Annabeth

Introduction to Clarisse was everything - Dior is my goddess

‘Should I try again’ and the resounding ‘NO!’

‘Is there a Greek God of disappointment. Maybe someone should ask him if he’s missing a kid’ - Percy Percy Percy stop making me love you more than I already do like I don’t think my heart can take it

Then Chris’s lovely little tangent and Luke going man why the fuck are you saying this and reassuring Percy - you go storyline building up the loveable Luke (I’m already hurting)

‘They like the smell of begging’ - top teir line

‘You burn what you’re gonging to miss the most’ flash forward to Percy taking this and burning his blue candy praying, not to his father who is an actual god, but to his mother (I cannot handle this, like this kid knows that his mum is the real goddess)

Walker’s voice breaking on ‘well’ - I am sobbing

And the fact that he says he made actual friends - the narrative damning us to inevitable torture

The resentment in his voice when talking about his father - I am so glad they leaned into this

I kinda loved the bathroom scene. And how we are first introduced to Annabeth in this and how she is her blunt self (still don’t know how they could not have known)

Like calling Annabeth his little sister and saying he will always be on her side (I am hurting even more - we never get to see Luke’s perspective in the books and this, this absolutely ruined me)

Pronunciation of Thalia is still going to take some getting used to

Chiron forever in that suit jacket and fence is just not sitting right with me - doesn’t fit the whole trainer of warrior vibe he should be giving

‘Not you sunshine’ - honestly better than seaweed brain

Percy tripping over the branch and Annabeth just standing there and her facial expression (on Leah you are everything)

‘When it’s time he’s going to be ready. I know it.’ Cut to a montage of Percy doing the most 12 year old things possible, including but not limited to flossing (which I thought was kind of out of place and cringe) and petting a random gecko (which I thought was out of place but one of the most hilarious things ever so I’ll give it a pass) while his helmet and weapons lay discarded

Percy I thought you were meant to be proving yourself to your dad to get his attention or something, telling people where the flag is to avoid a fight is not exactly how to do that

Honestly any time Dior is on my screen is a good time - her manic laugh and anguished scream Dior is the moment

Annabeth’s bluntness will always be everything to me - ‘listen, Percy, I’m sorry’ and Percy’s ‘what is wrong with you’ (top five moments of the show)

The reveal - Percy Jackson son of Poseidon

‘I am Sally Jackson’s son’ yeah you tell them Percy (you will always be first and foremost Sally Jackson’s son)

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #luke castellan #annabeth chase #grover underwood

[alloutofgoddesses]

Percy Jackson TV Thoughts

(Weekly reminder that I read the books and mention spoilers)

Baby Percy swim lessons!

Oh Percy you don’t even KNOW

The way he’s so precious telling her to breathe the way she always tells him… if you need me I’m face down on the deep end of that pool

Annabeth’s head scarf has sheep on it… costume department I’m obsessed with you

I too would rather sleep on corduroy than a pillow of unknown cleanliness

Percy wanting to more about Thalia 😭

Help they’re so cute

Percy is so real for not understanding why no one is following The Golden Rule

Not Annabeth fiddling with her father’s ring

As always — Annabeth’s step-mother can get bent

Hi Grover

Me too Grover. Me too.

“It’s like you need me to make fun of you” ANNABETH (also I mean. Kinda)

“We gotta take this seriously… hey wait a minute there’s creatures outside” so real and true of you Percy

PAN MENTION

The way Annabeth can pick up where Grover left off.. bestie behaviour

Annabeth is so perfect

Where do I know security dude from

Echidna what the fuck girlie

I don’t think you want to take that time with Annabeth

The way I would need to change my pants after this interaction… she’s terrifying

“This has always been a family story” filed under lines that go hard

Also GAIA MENTION

I AM I AM AFRAID

“Not that you would know” OH MY GODS

Oh no she’s fluffy

Besties do you think it wouldn’t be poisonous? Be for real it’s a Greek monster

Oh I LOVE this change… hell yeah for The Arch

Also I have been to the Arch and I love that thing. Also a real test of claustrophobia

Grover I’m obsessed with you

Annabeth could you be… growing as a person?

Oh he got a chuckle out of her

They’re SO CUTE I can’t stand it

Oh Percy that beautiful fatal flaw

OH??? My god??? The caught him?!

OH MY LORD THATS SO

Annabeth I think you care about him

Asking Athena to help the son of Poseidon? This ship never stops getting better with each new creation

Cold blooded Athena

So did they build an Arch set to get these shots or did they shove a camera in the elevator/viewing area

The smoothness with which Percy puts his arms around Grover is great. Those are BESTIES

Hell yeah Perseus

BAD. ASS. LOOKING. MONSTER.

Thank god they already pulled the fire alarm

Oof dude there’s no way he’s making it to the river without help now

There it is

Is. Is the Nereid jellyfish shaped? LOVE IT

Aaawwwwwww what if I cry

Wait what do you mean it’s over that was like five minutes

Teaser

TUNNEL OF LOOOOVVVEEEEE

The Fates!

Ooh a throne

Ares!

#PJO tv #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians

[ask-princessandromeda]

Guys, eventually Perseus Dianthus Jackson and Charles Denver Beckendorf will blow up Princess Andromeda and destroy half of your army. Percy will survive, Beckendorf will die in the explosion. I'm sorry.

Kore Pythia Hayashi, daughter of Apollo, cursed to see the future.

P.S. - I hope my dady doesn't make a fried chop out of me for this :)

Luke: They will do WHAT? How should we know that you’re not trying to deceive us?

Ethan: The accuracy of this statement does not matter. It’s important that we prepare for any future situation.

Alabaster: I’m already working on some spells. We won’t let Jackson ruin this for us! We won’t let him hurt anyone.

Silena: *visibly shaking* C-Charlie? He… he will…

Luke: Silena, we can’t be sure this will actually happen. We can’t completely trust a Camp Half-Blood ally.

Silena: YOU- YOU SCOUNDREL! Don’t look in my eyes. YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED ME THAT NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO CHARLIE!

Alabaster: Nothing will happen to anyone except for Jackson! We’ll be prepared, calm down.

Chris: Silena, please come here, let’s… let’s sort this out…

Silena: There’s nothing to sort out. *leaves the room sobbing*

Luke: *under his breath* Of course the fool that is Perseus will survive…

Ethan: *leaning into a chair* We’re fucked… so, so fucked.

*Silence befalls Princess Andromeda*

#[this sounds like Wattpad but there’s no other way for me to describe their actions] #[sorry for that] #ask princess andromeda #titan army #princess andromeda #pjo ask blog #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo ocs #prophecy #the last olympian #tlo

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

i neeeeeedddd another leo percy jason update ! i love them sooo much and no one writes about them as well as you :)))))

ANON!!! I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WRITE SOMETHING?!?!?!?!?! please be proud of me it’s been so many months 😫 thank you for all your love and support !!! these asks have been in the back of my mind since you sent them…in June….I’m sorry I’m so sorry 😫 but we here now, and I may be offering you a mess but it’s a mess I managed to write which is one step further than I’ve gotten in the last few months😫 (btw thank you for all your sweet wonderful compliments anon they make me so happy always)

summary

Perseus can feel the weight of Godhood digging into his spine. Keeping him tied to a throne. Doing the bidding of those that pray to him. He is exhausted. He needs warmth, a soft place to land. A Soldier and a Prince who know just what to do with him…for him.

(girl? what is this summary? Percy goes slightly insane after using his power and the best way to bring him down is to have Jason and Leo get him naked and *dot dot dot* you know how it is )

beginning notes

ANDJCLWNDLSIDKLWISS HELLO?? I wrote something????

anyway um hi everyone I didn’t die I just was not able to write anything for like four months???? yes my writing demon and I have been looking at divorce papers :/ I’m working on couples therapy don’t worry

anywho I started this on the 20th of June? and finally finally got hit with enough inspo and time to finish it.

It’s honestly a mess and I didn’t even know where I was going with it, but when do I ever really know where im going with anything? (side note I am so so bad at directions. please don’t ever ask me to help you find your way if you’re lost)

okay im shutting up now.

I’ve made this work mature cause beyond some veiled handjob action it’s not really that explicit but I might change the label to explicit if I do a reread and feel it needs to be adjusted :)

you already know this is not edited. if you see a mistake, I’m blowing you a kiss MWAH!

title is from: “seven” by jungkook feat. latto

and you should totally listen to: “losing game” by genneo // “love you” by dxvn // “over and over” by rovv and jimmy brown // “love me again” by V (holy fuck I can say that now?!?! sorry I don’t know how to act with layover right around the corner. whatever I’m normal)

I love you! enjoy <3

CW

veiled explicit content // mentions of and play with bodily fluids // canon typical violence

#to all the other writing asks still in my ask box I promise I will fulfil them😭😫I need more hours in a day #I’m sorrryyyy #but please enjoy this little offering! #I love you guys!!! #MWAH!!!! #valjercy #pjjg fanfic #percy jackson #jason grace #pjo #hoo #leo valdez

[elegantwoes]

After getting familiar with the Percy Jackson franchise for the past few days by binge watching updates for the tv-show on Youtube and reading Lightning Thief I want say that this might be a great addition to one of my hyper fixations. I am getting hyped for this. Also, perhaps I am talking too soon, but I think the main protagonist - Percy Jackson may become my favorite. Partly because he gives me massive book Jon: dark coloring (bookwise), hotheaded, sarcastic as fuck, rebellious to the system, fiercely loyal, gets more unhinged with each book, has some dark moments. All of this hints he may become a male fave. Which says something, because those who know me know I don’t easily become attached to male characters, but once I do, they are with me for life. And I think Perseus Jackson might become just that for me…

#he’s going to be my fave #i just feel it in my bones #perseus Jackson you are my baby boy

[slytherwrites]

redemption lies plainly in truth

Series: Don't Mourn the Boy I Was, Celebrate the Man I'm Becoming

Summary: The Titan's didn't win. And with that, Camp Jupiter's biggest defector is supposed to be killed for treason. But Terra rises, and Juno holds a soft spot for the boy sacrificed to her.

Jason Grace wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for Juno. She plucked him out of the cell they were holding him in, sparing him from a trail from his peers and being whipped to death, something Octavian himself would have advocated for, the rat bastard.

But, being alive came at a price. Juno wasn’t that nice. No God was that nice. No God ever truly cared about anything but themself. It’s why he betrayed Camp Jupiter and New Rome. It’s why he finally turned his back on them.

“So,” Jason pauses, “What’s the catch?”

“Opportunity.” Juno corrected, “It’s an opportunity.”

“Same difference.” Jason takes a sip of the nectar he was offered. The chains on his throat were tied a bit too tight, but he still spoke, “What’s my grand opportunity?”

Juno brushes aside his comment, “There is another war coming. The floodgates opened with Saturn and Terra plans on walking among us.”

“And I have to stop her?” Jason asks, “Didn’t you have a whole ‘nother camp to put down Kronos himself. What is it, Camp Jupiter’s turn? Newsflash, they’re not going to take me back, not now.”

“It’s time to unite the camps. That Child of Hermes was wrong about a lot of things, but uniting the demigods was his best move. No, you won’t be going to Camp Jupiter. Another demigod — Perseus Jackson —will .” Juno’s resolve shifts from black hair to brown, and to more Greek clothing before settling back into her Roman form, “He’s a necessary annoyance, but he’ll be going to Camp Jupiter. You’ll be going to Camp Half-Blood.”

“Camp Half-Blood?” Jason snorts, “That’s not very original.”

Juno doesn’t say anything in response, but very soon, Jason feels her prying into his psyche, delving deep into his mind and memories.

“In all honesty, uniting the camps will be more of a nuisance with you helming this.” Juno muses, still flicking through his brain, “But alas, I’ve always had a soft spot for you.”

“I feel it.”

“You should.” Juno replies, “otherwise you’d be dead.”

Jason pauses, then gives her what she wants, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She notes, “You didn’t cross paths with many living demigods. Except for that child of Athena, down at the end of the Earth.”

“They let Minerva have kids?” Jason snorts, “I thought Luke was just fucking with me with that.”

“Athena.’ Juno corrects, “And don’t mention his name. Better yet, I could just erase everything, giving you a clean slate. Hide everything away and… poof. You’ll be better, more moldable.”

With her pause, Jason falls to the ground. Asleep indefinitely and without any sense of self. Juno smiles down upon him. He could be great, like every one of her husband’s kids, with the right guidance. This is an opportunity, a chance to be something great like the rest of Jupiter’s lot.

But, this isn’t mercy. No, he was given a mission. He’s given a chance for redemption, sure, but he’s going back into the heart of a war, back into the line of fire.

And he’s gone for now. Lost in an endless dream with nothing but his name and whatever else Juno leaves intact.

#dark jason grace #pjo fanfic #dmtbiwctmib #Don't Mourn the Boy I Was #Celebrate the Man I'm Becoming

[nightlilly0110]

Give me an explanation about Percy Jackson

Ok so. Firstly. Let him rest. Give him a nap. Let him sleep.

Secondly- these books were MY LIFE when I was 10. I had all the prophecies memorized at one point. We had to read The Lightning Thief in school one year and the teacher told me to stop skipping ahead because I was talking about events that we hadn’t gotten to in assignments yet.

General overview is that the gods saw this one kid and went “the vibes? rancid” and would not let him know peace SINCE HE WAS TWELVE. Jokes on them because this kid is the most powerful being to ever exist. He defeated the fucking Minotaur without any training, his first official quest was to the underworld and this twelve year old kid only went because he thought he could just stroll up to Hades and ASK POLITELY for his mom back.

He sent the head of Medusa to the gods and somehow didn’t realize it was the biggest FUCK YOU he could have possibly done.

He dove off of the St. Louis Archway.

He was told to stay put and not get into trouble and he RAN AWAY because his best friend was in trouble.

He held up THE FUCKING SKY.

He wiped a titan’s memory and gaslit the dude into being his best friend that likes kittens.

He tried to drown the embodiment of night and darkness IN HER OWN POISON.

He had the curse of Achilles and his anchor was HIS GIRLFRIEND.

He conned a whole ship of pirates into thinking Dionysus would turn them into dolphins.

He was upset a subculture of underwater folk (don’t remember what they were) DIDNT WANT TO MEET HIM

He eats BLUE FOOD and LOVES HIS MOM AND HIS BABY SISTER

He helped stop not ONE BUT TWO APOCALYPSES and was PARTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR CAUSING THE SECOND ONE

He gave up IMMORTALITY FOR HIS GIRLFRIEND and made the gods PROMISE not to abandon their children

HE DOVE INTO TARTARUS SO HED BE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND LITERALLY WALKED THROUGH HELL TO GET THEM BACK

He is so full of SALT and SPITE and is SO FUCKING DONE WITH EVERYTHING THAT HE GLARED DOWN A GOD AND SLAMMED HIS FRONT DOOR IN SAID GODS FACE

PERCY JACKSON IS A GOD IN ALL BUT BLOOD AND NAME

“SON OF THE EARTHSHAKER AND STORMBRINGER” IS RIGHT

ALL HAIL PERSEUS JACKSON INDEED

#crow grumbles #infodump #percy jackson #pjo #you said unhinged #pjo spoilers #hoo spoilers #I’m a little rusty on this series #definitely not everything but god

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟏𝟖+) 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

➣ PERCY

would you, maybe ride my face? → reader and percy are counsellors at Camp Half-Blood, and one night, reader rides Percy’s face.

the art of handcuffs → reader is cuffed to the bed while percy pounds into her

sex with percy would include → headcanon

I love you too, dumbass → reader’s first time with percy

Yin and yang → reader is getting absolutely ✨railed✨ by percy

just us two → really cute smut between reader and percy

tarturus → reader and percy fall into tarturus and use each other to cope (daughter of apollo!reader)

awhile → it had been awhile since percy and reader saw each other, and one thing lead to another

other side of the team → daughter of hecate!reader and percy have to partner up together on a college project

please don’t stop → percy eating the reader out

i hate you perseus jackson → daughter of venus!reader and percy flirt while fighting and having hate-sex after

you’re very pretty → reader and percy have sex in the shower

bed, now. → percy gets rough with reader

ocean boy → percy is always rude to male!reader (son of zeus) and reader fucks him roughly

mommy kink → percy has a mommy kink

you, only you → reader and percy have been best friends for years until the reader starts spending more time with jason

nsfw alphabet

words of affirmation → Percy calling reader ‘darling’ and ‘sweetheart’ while she touches herself

all for me → percy overstimulates reader

loser → reader mocks Percy for losing a game and calls him a loser, so he edges her until she calls him a winner

paid attention → percy eats out Male!son of hades!reader 

headboard → percy fucks the reader so good, he has to grab onto the headboard 

whiney mess → male!reader gives Percy head

need you → reader is pregnant and needs Percy 

on your knees → percy tells reader to get on her knees

so good, it hurts → soft!dom percy fucking reader so good, she cries

in the middle of class → percy fingers reader in the middle of their college class

spread your legs → percy orders reader to spread her legs 

anniversary → percy and black!reader celebrate their 1 year anniversary 

ive never wanted to fuck you more than I do now → reader teases percy and he fucks her roughly 

I didn’t think you were into that → shy!kinky!reader surprises percy with what she’s into

countertop → percy pounds male!reader on counter top 

new rome fun → mutually drunk sex with percy 

➣ ANNABETH

tease → annabeth loves teasing reader

➣ JASON

virgin!jason → headcanon

forbidden → percy’s sister!reader and jason have a secret relationship

nsfw alphabet → headcanon

passionate → face riding jason and having the most passionate sex with him

punishment → jealous!Jason edging reader

➣ LEO

hand between your thighs → leo fingers reader - headcanon

sex with leo would include → headcanon

sub!leo → headcanon

losing your virginities in cabin 9 → headcanon

bite me → daughter of apollo!reader and leo have steamy make up sex

sexual tension → reader and leo release pent up sexual tension in the training room

wedding → reader and leo have sex on their wedding night

birthday → it's reader's birthday and leo gives extra attention to her

what happens in the bathroom → reader and leo have sex in the bathroom at a party

nsfw alphabet → headcanon

cabin 9 → reader gives leo a blowjob in cabin 9

praise kink → headcanon where leo has a praise kink

fuck it → reader edges leo until he can't take it anymore and fucks her

see what happens when you're a good boy → reader teases and edges leo

tough day at camp → rough sex with leo after a tough day

vibrators and misbehaving → leo edging the reader with a vibrator before fucking the life out of her

Look how good I’m fucking you → Leo fucks reader in front of the mirror and makes her watch

ruin you → Leo loves to praise daughter of hades!reader 

thigh riding in bunker 9 → reader rides Leo’s thigh

aftercare

breeding kink

cockwarming

➣ LUKE

kitchen delight → luke fucks reader against a kitchen countertop

faster, baby. faster → sub!Luke with dom!fem!Aphrodite!reader

fuck buddies → daughter of Gaia!reader and Luke are fuck buddies 

➣ PIPER

best friends turned lovers → reader and piper have sex during a sleepover

not just yet → piper teases reader with toys

ride my thigh, baby → reader rides piper's thigh

don't stop → reader overstimulates piper

➣ ethan

still so beautiful → reader comforts him over the loss of his eye

★ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

reader x percy x leo

**please note: Due to Will being canonically gay, I will only write Will Solace smuts and other fics with male!reader or gender neutral (gn)! reader. thank youuu 🥰

#percy jackson #percy jackson smut #annabeth chase #annabeth chase smut #jason grace #jason grace smut #leo valdez #leo valdez smut #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #piper mclean #piper mclean smut #percy jackson and the olympians smut #heros of olympus smut

[chironshorseass]

can’t stop thinking about percy’s claiming scene now let me hold on a second.

we have this child, who has barely just escaped death by a hellhound, seemingly being healed by water. the girl who kinda-sort-of-hates-him knows full well what is happening. his wounds heal. she mutters about how she didn’t want this to happen. this could only mean one thing. poseidon, they whisper. and sure enough, just above his head, is a holographic figure of a trident.

ngl i have chiron’s line memorized by now lol.

“earthshaker, stormbringer, father of horses. hail perseus jackson, son of the sea god.”

and it’s just beautiful imagery, because everyone bows to him. everyone, as in, even the ares kids who had just tried to kill him. and it hits different if you think about how technically, percy jackson is a sea prince. it hits different when you realize that in canon, no other demigod got this treatment. maybe it was because few children of poseidon existed in comparison to zeus, or that poseidon is seen as a more elemental and primordial god, therefore is shown more respect. it hits different when you realize that percy becomes a figure of respect and dignity.

whatever the case, this scene FUCKS ME UP. annabeth bows down, chiron bows down, luke bows down, clarisse bows down...and meanwhile, the kid in question is scared out of his goddamn mind. he just thinks: why are they treating me this way? i don’t want this power. i don’t want this attention. i don’t want respect. because, here’s the thing—he’s not used to it.

but from then on...percy will be treated this way, like royalty, bc technically he is. his father is the ruler of the seas, and the ocean has always been feared, has always been respected and admired. and not only that, but he grows into that power. it’s so interesting to see this little boy who was just told, in the most dramatic way possible, who his father is—and then see a dramatic change in his character during botl when he wants more power as he cleans the horse stables in texas and realizes that the sea was inside of him all this time. that he is unrestrained. it’s so interesting to go from a little boy who wants nothing to do with his dad and his powers to a 16 year-old who sinks his sword into the williamsburg bridge and causes it to split in half. like his father did in athens. he commands armies, becomes his father’s son as he screams out when he realizes that michael yew is nowhere to be found, and so, with that scream, he makes the ground shake. he unleashes that power with titans, with gods, with monsters. and he cannot be stopped from then on, when he realizes that it’s inside him, that he has no choice but to want it. even if it scares him, at first.

so that claiming scene creates, in my mind, this domino effect on percy and his link to the ocean. to his father.

earthshaker, stormbringer...it all comes full circle. and the next time a group of demigods bow down to him, i can assure you that he’ll accept it, grimly. because what choice does he have? he is poseidon’s mortal son, and still he makes the ground shake and the seas rise to his command. he is the camp leader—but each day that his powers grow, everyone questions if he’s truly half human in the first place, or if he maybe belongs to the sea, as his father’s lieutenant like zeus had suggested in the first place.

and it all👏starts👏with👏that👏claiming👏scene

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #no I am not alright #the lightning thief #powerful percy jackson #dark!percy #mari’s ted talks #why am i typing sm help #something in me has been unleashed as well ajkssjsj can’t stop won’t stop making essays #goodbye

[delphoxqueen]

TL;DR: Deuce Gorgon’s Journal (2009)

What we learn from Deuce’s Journal can be summarized down to this-

July 1- Deuce doesn’t like school (shocking juicy gossip I know)

July 15- Deuce petrified some flies and fucked up his Mom’s porch

July 16- Medusa doesn’t make shit but Greek food and Deuce is like “Can we please dear god have some SOUP?!”

Ghoulash- Ingredient list for Ghoulash or Monster Goulash. I wonder if you could legitimately make this with the actual equivalents… if you actually had instructions y’know

July 18- Deuce plays casketball with Jackson and drops his glasses and borrows his. I feel a little bad cause I’m starting to ship it. But legit, why does he stay with Cleo when she doesn’t seem to have any redeeming qualities that he appreciates?

August 18- Perseus eats all Medusa’s cheese. Bitch isn’t happy, which I understand cause feta is good as shit.

August 19- Went to the maul. Nearly got a cooking book but Clawdeen said something (which I wanna know what best character said cause I highly doubt she’d start shit with him for no reason) but Clawd’s with her and he’s like “Shit. He’s on the casketball team. Guess I’ll just ignore that!”

August 23- Takes Cleo out for dinner and she’s a bitch as usual and he feels bad for the staff (which… who continues to stay with someone who treats staff like shit?!) and is like “Damn this bitch expensive.”

August 25- Asks Mom to get a driver’s license and gets his skateboard taken away.

September 1- School sends him a letter saying that he has to wear his glasses at all times on campus, which I understand why but would this technically count as discrimination or would it be like “Yeah please don’t stab people if ya bring a knife to school.” He also goes into detail on how his power works which I love but also being frozen in place but still aware of what’s happening sounds horrifying.

Whole Diary- Deuce has barely any personality but likes skateboarding, cooking, casketball, and video games.

Whole Diary- Probably a one parent household but Medusa sounds like a pretty badass momma.

Half of Diary- Cleo x Deuce is out and Deuce x Jackson is in

A few small differences I noticed through Cleo and Deuce’s diaries were that while they both sound more like they’re giving an interview with their student councilor, Deuce’s writing sounds more robotic and unnatural while Cleo’s sounds like she’s dishing out drama to her servants. Cleo is more willing to put out more secretive information and emotion into her writing while Deuce sounds like he’s at least partially trying to sound as bland or not interesting as possible. So I now Headcannon that Deuce has some problems with writing what actually bothers him (possibly out of fear someone would read his journal) while Cleo has confidence in either that no one will read it or she doesn’t care if someone does. Even if you count his “secret” or liking cooking, that sounds more like a vague red herring to make people think that’s his big secret when he actually has something more serious hidden.

#monster high cleo #monster high dolls #monster high #monsterhigh #monster high deuce #deuce gorgon #deuce x Jackson #medusa #MEDUSAMOMMA

[whitelacepants]

Title: Unconditional

Word count: 1,212

Pairing: Percy/Nico

Summary: Nico comforts Percy after he and Annabeth break up.

hey there! i tried a more formal approach this time with like, a title n everything lol. but yeah, this is part 2! sorry it took so long, lost motivation for a second there. but it's almoat 5am and i finally finished this damn thing. sorry if the spacing is fucked, tumblr is weird. I'll probably post these on ao3 once i figure out how to do that. but yeah, anyways, have fun reading, let me know what you think!

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"I didn't think you'd be up. Thanks for being here."

Nico hums in acknowledgement. Percy wraps his arms tighter around Nico's waist as he runs his fingers through Percy's hair in a comforting gesture. The legs surrounding Percy's body are warm from how long he'd been lying between them, thin and more muscular than what he's used to but still comfortable. Their relationship has evolved from one of friendship to an agonizing balance on the line of something not quite platonic but not quite romantic.

They're in Percy's cabin, back at Camp Half-Blood for a couple weeks to help get a few new demigods settled in, per Chiron's request. It's been a few weeks since the...incident, between Nico and Annabeth, and the aftermath has taken it's toll on both of them, Percy the most.

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"Percy, what's going on?"

"...I wanna break up."

A silent room.

"Where is this even coming from? I've given you everything you needed!"

"No, Annabeth, you've given yourself everything that you needed."

"That's insane! I've been there for you ever since you showed up in this damn camp."

"Yeah, you've been there to insult me every step of the way, and you thought kissing it better would make it hurt less."

A raised voice.

"You've changed since we came back from...from Tartarus."

"Yeah, a place like that'll change a person."

"No. No, no, no, this isn't about that. No, this is about Nico, isn't it? Fuck! I knew I should've kept an eye on him. He's been all over you ever since he came out!"

"He has not! Shit, I thought you supported him!"

"I do! Just not when he's trying to steal my boyfriend!"

"He hasn't stolen anything, Annabeth! You lost me!"

Shattered glass.

"Percy. Percy wait-"

"I'm leaving, get off me."

"Wait! P-Please wait, we can- I can fix this, just wait-!"

"Goodbye, Annabeth."

"Wait, I just need-, I need time to think!"

"For fucks sake, you can't think your way out of this."

"No, please! I can-, I can fix this, I can fix you!"

Splintered wood.

"I never needed to be fixed. I needed to be accepted."

Locked door.

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Percy heaves a heavy sigh. He speaks again, slightly muffled into the hip of the boy he's holding.

Well, man now, Percy thinks.

"You...I don't know why, but you make me feel safe."

Nico chuckles at that, light and airy. The 3am delirium must be getting to him.

"You just broke up with your girlfriend of, what was it? 5...6 years? And I'm the only one that's 100% on your side, of course you feel safe with me." Nico dissolves back into giggles at that and Percy soon joins him.

"No no no! It's differennnt!" he says, chest rumbling with giddiness.

"How is it 'differennnt'?" Nico mocks in a lower voice, and they both laugh at his poor impression until they're gasping for breath. 

"I do not talk like that-!"

"You totally do."

As their laughter fizzles out, they feel more than listen to each other's breathing even out. Nico goes back to stroking Percy's hair, crown to nape, lightly scratching from time to time.

"Seriously though," Nico says,"how is it different?"

The night is quiet, save for the stray harpy screech or the crash of waves against a shore, and Nico waits patiently for Percy to answer him.

"I just…," Percy starts, and Nico listens.

I never feel like I have to hide from you. When I'm with you, I don't feel like I have to cater to this idealistic version of myself that everyone seems to have created in their heads. To you, I'm not "Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Hero & Saviour of Olympus". I'm Just Percy.

"With you, I feel raw," he says, his throat tight. Nico starts to shift but Percy holds him tighter.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere, just let me…" Percy's arms give a little and Nico moves further down the bed so that his upper back is supported by the pillows behind him as he cradles Percy's head to his chest. Percy takes a deep breath and when he lets it go, it's shuddering rhythm moves through the both of them like thunder in a storm.

"I just, I can't keep faking everything, you know? I can't keep pretending like I haven't been affected by the shit I've gone through. It's like half the camp sees me as some great hero who can do no wrong, and the other half expects me to be this-, this stupid jokester that's completely clueless to serious situations and it's so infuriating," he says,"especially with Annabeth. I've had to put on this mask of indifference for nearly 4 years since we got out. I've hidden almost every genuine emotion I've had. I can't do it anymore." he finishes with a huff, and with a start, Nico realizes that the front of his shirt is soaked through with tears.

Curse Percy for being a silent crier.

"Aw, mio tesoro, look at me," Nico says. He gently guides Percy's face up, cupping his cheeks and lightly brushing away the steadily falling tears. They make eye contact, bright green against deep brown, looking into each other's souls.

"You will never have to hide your true self from me."

A dam seems to break inside of Percy as his tears start falling faster. Nico just holds him, tries to sooth him as best as he can. Sometimes that's all you can do, Nico knows that. So he strokes his hair and waits.

After what feels like hours, Percy calms down. His eyes have dried up and he lets out a sniffle every few minutes.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Nico says,"I never liked this shirt anyways."

"What? No, no, not for crying on you," Percy moves to look at Nico's soft smile, tightening his arms around him as if he was afraid Nico would disappear.

"I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be right now."

Nico's hand falters for a second before picking back up. 

"What do you wanna be?"

"I-"

Yours, Percy thinks. But I don't know if I deserve you yet.

"I don't know. But I don't want you to go."

"Trust me," Nico chuckles,"I'm not going anywhere."

"But, you've waited so long already and-"

"-and I can wait a little longer, love," Nico says. "I don't wanna force anything on you, ok? If you want more of a relationship than we have right now then that's cool. But it has to be something you genuinely want. Don't focus on me. Focus on yourself."

Percy is speechless. Not for the first time, he wonders how Nico can be so young yet so wise.

Lots of emotional pain, probably, his mind supplies. He doesn't want to think about who or what might've caused that so instead, he snuggles his face back into Nico's ruined shirt, dryer than it was before.

"Thank you," he says into Nico's chest.

"Anytime."

Nico cradles his head, and as they drift off to sleep, Percy lets himself be relieved that he can trust Nico with the knowledge of every single piece of him, and can let the layers upon layers of mask and shadow be peeled away like a roselily in bloom.

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(also, constructive criticism on this is totally cool, i feel like i didnt do a good job on this one lol)

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