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#god Percy Jackson
mmavverickk · 6 months
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how much do the demigods really know about Percy?
Frank and Hazel first knew him as just a guy who showed up with a goddess on his back. everything he does from that point onward is equally bizarre, and certainly impressive, but perhaps not exactly legend-worthy. by the time they’ve won the battle against Polybotes at New Rome, their experience with him confirms he’s a badass, but the hints and jokes he drops about his past can’t all be real, right?
Jason, Leo, and Piper would have been showered in stories at Camp Half-Blood. did you know, Percy fought and killed a Kindly One and the Minotaur before he even got to Camp the first time? did you know, he was the first one on our side to suspect Kronos was rising? did you know, he revealed who poisoned Thalia’s Tree? did you know, he and Annabeth held the sky? did you know he crashed his own funeral? did you know he made a hurricane?
did you know, did you know, did you know?
but how many of Percy’s stories do the campers really know? what did Annabeth and Percy keep to themselves in their retellings? do they know Luke forced Percy to fight to the death in an arena? were they told Percy actively chose to be the subject of the prophecy to protect Nico, who almost certainly hated him at that point? do they know Percy was the reason Mount Saint Helens erupted? do they know he fought Hades and his army, and won?
the campers all think Percy is a legend, but when they find out there’s more? that’s when they start to think of him as a god.
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soulless-bex · 8 months
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god!percy who walks into stark tower after the battle of new york only to tell the avengers that they did a good job like you would a five years old who successfully glued two piece of paper together and then disappears with thor and loki because, in their dumbassery, they broke the accord the greeks had made with the norse
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You were born with too many gifts. That sort of power tends to burn out a mortal life.
Iris' words, uttered what seemed like millennia ago, echoed in his ears till all he could hear was that.
Frank supposed Iris had a point; Percy had been too powerful, too charismatic, too inhuman. He had blazed through an entire army like a hurricane, tearing everything to pieces with a mad sort of gleam in his unearthly eyes that made Frank want to duck his head. Percy was a storm, Percy was the calm sea, he was a riptide, a slow current. Percy was... Percy.
It shouldn't have surprised Frank when Percy sauntered out of those doors with too sharp teeth and too bright eyes, gold dust on his cheekbones and gold blood in his veins. He had looked wild, then, his chin length hair pulled back into several tens of little braids and the white streak a stark contrast against the rest of his pitch black locks.
Percy's power had burned through his humanity to leave behind a God.
Frank had always known Percy was meant for more. He had heard the rumours, of course; Percy denying immortality so he could stay with Annabeth, Percy denying immortality again when Poseidon offered it a second time. But that didn't change the fact that Percy was destined for more.
Percy was, for better or for worse, whether he wanted to be or not, a God. He was the most deserving of divinity out of everyone that had ever existed.
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awkwardexxodus · 2 years
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god!percy au where the first thing he does after ascending to godhood is change his appearance so he can look more like sally. thats it. thats like... literally it.
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Son of Metis fic continuation
Given that I recently have dove into the Trials of Apollo fandom (despite not yet having managed to a) read the books or b) finish the Heroes of Olympus series), I am adding a little bit onto the original storyline.
Apollo definitely knows that Athena’s been hiding her baby brother since the day she emerged from Zeus’s head.
Apollo told Artemis and the two have been discretely watching and nudging things to train the boy for his future as their king for the last 12 years—and covering for Athena.
Zeus, as is shown in the Trials of Apollo series (and the parallels made between Zeus and Nero) is a horrible parent and not a good king.
Which leads me to the forth thing: Apollo, who given that he has some hope for things to finally change is able to admit that his father is awful, is (along with Artemis) definitely planning a coup to replace Zeus with Perseus once he is ready.
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Hi!! 🧠 do you have any headcannons about Percy becoming a god?
Well, I'm sucker of the Percy is becoming a god because the Olympians force him to become one. It can go three ways,
1, They think Percy is too much of a wildcard, he needs to become a god, become one of them to avoid him leading a rebellion. He has too many powerful friends, and since he wouldn't have Kronos behind him who is the bigger evil compared to the gods, the demigods would be more likely to join him. So, they avoid it by forcing him to become a god.
2, Poseidon becomes so obsessed with not allowing his favorite son to die, so he turns him against his wishes. (Oops, that's literally the base of one of my fics xD)
3, The god who he is with doesn't understand that he wants to stay mortal, that he wants to live and to die, so they bond Percy to themselves, forcing him to become immortal. And that is, honestly, the biggest betrayal. (And the perfect ground for so. Much. Angst 😈)
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uniasus · 1 year
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fic rec! 3.4K featuring god!Percy
Summary: Percy meets his friends on the battlefield and they all know he’s unbeatable, even alone. And he is alone, even with the sea and the earth and the blessing of the Styx and the blood in their veins- he can tell they think he’s gone as mad as Luke.
Comments: What really makes me love this is the subtle clues that with the defeat of Gaia, all that power went to Percy. And it makes him play a long game. Not as long as Gaia, but he bids his time and makes smart choices until it's time to announce it.
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beangirl73047 · 1 year
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God Percy fic
my soul opposes fate with daily will
Percy defies fate and becomes a god because of it, but if there's one good thing to come out of it, it's the new friendship he's somehow found himself in with a certain sun god..
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zeephyre · 2 years
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i havent read or actively been in the percy jackson since maybe 2017/2018, but i really do wish there were more ACTUALLY good god/god killer percy fanfiction on AO3. I see plenty on Fanfiction dot net, but I refuse to use that website ever again even if I only have fond memories of it. I just cannot navigate it anymore 😭😭😭
ANYWAYS. if i remembered how to write i would definitely write a "percy becomes a god" au where percy almost d words and poseidon turns him into a minor god of loyalty and demigods or smth (yeah thats cliche but it's also fun for a reason). Maybe I would even throw in some god killer nico di angelo 😌 just because
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caito-does-stuff · 2 years
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percy either as a god or poseidon wanted a portrait for his palace. pick your poison
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h0rsegirlpercy · 4 months
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Percy age 12: And if the mission required someone to push me down a flight of stairs for it to succeed… you’d want someone who won’t hesitate when they do it
Percy age 17:
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lauriemarch · 4 months
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bless this iteration of Percy Jackson for genuinely believing, for at least three seconds, that he is the second coming of Christ
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wierdshenanigans · 4 months
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"Don't worry kid, you're dad had plenty of kids he stopped helping out when he lost interest"
Theseus, who was helped by poseidon multiple times, but in the end was thrown off a cliff by the citizens of Athens and drowned. Drowned in the ocean, the very domain of his father.
Kymopoleia, who was neglected by Poseidon once he found her to be too violent, left to wander his abandoned palaces, given up as a war prize to man she didn't even want with no choice at all.
Bellerophon, who was given the pegasus to tame as a gift from Poseidon in some myths, dying by falling off of it on his way to Olympus.
I'm just saying, that line wasn't a random throwaway line by Ares, he means it.
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Athena, goddess of wisdom, and all-powerful, being the only person that Annabeth could call on for help; being so cruel that she would be complicit in her daughter's death just out of spite.
Percy, age 12, weak and dying, having told Annabeth they could never be friends; not only sacrifices himself to save Annabeth's life without a minute's thought, but does it without her having to ask for help.
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esistkeinponyhof · 4 months
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percy being told that you burn what you'll miss the most and immediately burning his blue jelly beans to talk to his mom. i don't think anyone understands how much of a big deal this is to me
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⚠️ Warnings: selfcest, mild sexual tones, kidnapping (?), underage - or, learning to love yourself quite differently than one would expect
Because @skullsandcorals is a bad influence and I love them so much 💙
He forgot how adorable he was. Well, no, probably he didn't even notice how he looked, he had too many things to be concerned about. But now, looking at himself, looking at the boy, so experienced in some things, yet still naive and unburdened about others, he couldn't understand how nobody wanted to keep him to themselves, protecting him from the evil of the world.
He was just so precious.
"Easy, there, you don't have to be afraid. Nobody can hurt you anymore," he said as he patted the younger boy's head. Those fiery, sea-green, beautiful eyes that others swore came from Poseidon, yet they were so unique to him blinked up at him in surprise, and relaxed. Not completely, he was too wound up for that, but some part of him must have trusted in him.
They were one and the same, after all.
"Why did you kidnap me then?" His younger, more innocent self asked with a glare, but his previous death stare was gone. Mostly, he just looked confused and lost. Perseus wanted nothing more than to hug him and squeeze him and hide from everything and everybody, but he knew he had to make Percy trust in him first.
"Because I didn't want you to live through the things I had to. Because the things you had to survive are nothing compared to the things that await you. Because I want to protect you," he confessed honestly. The only thing he left out was that he wanted to show Percy how to accept himself, how to love himself, but that was for another conversation.
"What… what happened? What will happen? Did we lose?" Percy, young, still idealist Percy asked with a trembling voice.
"No, we won. But it didn't get better. There was another war. And another. But now, you don't have to be concerned about them. You will be safe here. I was the big hero of the wars, as you can see, they rewarded me with immortality, but it's not worth it. They aren't worth it. You don't have to be the big hero, others can do it. You don't have to sacrifice everything for their gain, for a moment of recognition. You are safe now, and you will be protected and taken care of," Perseus explained. He wasn't sure if Percy could understand anything about those jumbled messes that came out of his mouth, but he must have, because they were the same. They thought the same way, they acted the same way.
"I am being selfish, aren't I?" Percy asked, head lowered, looking defeated.
"Maybe. But you deserve, we deserve to be selfish," the god stated, voice steady and confident. He felt his stomach clench at the sight his younger self made, and he couldn't stop himself from running his fingers through his hair, caressing him, loving him.
He had the same face, the same eyes and hair, but he was softer, younger, lovelier. Maybe it was weird how he fell for his younger self so quickly, how he became so enamored with himself, but it didn't stop him from falling for Percy. He was a god, after all, a selfish god, who fall into the trap of an innocent virgin, just like other gods did before him. But he couldn't help it - Percy was perfect.
Percy was perfect; sweet and adorable, lithe and strong, loyal and loving. He just needed to learn how to prioritize himself, how to love himself. And Perseus was ready to teach him everything.
Percy was his.
As he moved his hand to caress his cheeks, Percy moaned lowly, and smiled, eyes still closed. He was so touch starved, but Perseus would do anything and everything in his power to keep him satisfied, touch him, hug him every day, love him and protect him. He felt his breath quickening, the ichor in his veins rushing as he took in Percy's expression.
His younger self was so desperate for any kind of affection, and Perseus was ready to give it to him.
"What are you…?" Percy whispered, but before he could finish his question, Perseus leaned down and kissed full on his mouth. He couldn't enjoy the press of their lips for long, because Percy squeaked and jumped back, embarrassedly covering his blushing face, but that tiny kiss was enough to enamore Perseus.
"You are really cute," he murmured, making the red on the demigod's face become more prominent. He had to swallow as the images of how he could make Percy blush even more intruded in his mind.
"Liar," Percy mumbled, still hiding his lips behind his hands, as he stared at the god with fire in his eyes. "Why did you do that?"
"I'm not a liar," the god huffed. "You really are too cute for everybody else. And I did it because we need it. We are both touch starved, feeling unloved and abandoned. Why can't we give ourselves what others couldn't give us?! We could love us so much, if you just allowed," Perseus begged.
"I… I can't just…" Percy stammered, his conscience and loyalty not allowing him to even consider being this selfish. Thankfully, Perseus had no such problems. Surviving three wars, going through Tartarus, giving up himself for Annabeth just to be betrayed by those he loved, then being turned into a god changed his perspectives and priorities. For him, Percy was the only being that counted.
"You can. Look at me, I am you. Think about it, what could have happened to you to become me? To make me want to protect my younger self from the things I had to survive. I am you, Percy, and I don't want you to become me. Please, believe me," the god pleaded. He could see the conflict in the demigod's eyes, and he knew what he had to do. He stepped closer, one step at the time, and when Percy didn't run, he hugged him close. He didn't do anything else, just hugged his younger self, until Percy completely melted into his body. He shouldn't have noticed the size differences between them, not then and there, in the middle of an emotional situation, but he couldn't help it. Percy was just so small, yet so powerful, so soft, yet so strong. Perseus could easily overpower him, he was so much bigger than his younger self, but the demigod was still the same demigod, who won against the God of War at twelve years old, the same one who surprised everybody again and again with his power and resourcefulness. Perseus never felt more proud of himself than he was at that moment, hugging his lighter, less burdened self. He was capable of everything - but he didn't need to be. Perseus knew what he could do, and that was enough. Percy didn't need to go through the same trials as he did. He was perfect like this.
He pressed a kiss on Percy's head, and for his surprise and happiness, the younger man didn't protest, didn't step away. He stayed, and relaxed even more.
"I will protect you. I will love you," Perseus promised, and he would fight against anything and anyone who stood in the way to fulfill his promise.
"Okay," he heard a faint murmur that was mainly obscured by his chest, but it made him so happy he was quite sure he was never before. Not even when he asked Annabeth to be his wife, regardless of how tainted the memory was by her actions.
"Thank you," he whispered, and lifted Percy's hand to his lips. He didn't realize that Percy still had his scars, not yet washed away by the River Styx, but there it was, the first wound he received from Luke. He pressed a kiss on the scar knowing the story behind it, and he swore to himself he would kiss and make better each and every scar Percy's body held.
The demigod twisted in his embrace, embarrassed and wanting to escape, but Perseus just hugged him closer, steadying him, showing that it was not a weakness to accept love. That he deserved it.
As his lips brushed over his scarred hand again, the younger man settled down, sighing into Perseus' chest, then, to the god's surprise, he pressed there a kiss.
"Come, let's make us more comfortable, okay?" The older version of Percy led the younger one to his bed, laying him down, then following him, not wanting to let him go for even a second. He stroked a stray lock out of Percy's eyes, staring at those beautiful gems unobscured. He leaned closer, and closer, until their nose almost touched, never looking away from Percy's eyes. Only when the younger boy's lashes fluttered closed turned his gaze towards the open, inviting, so pretty lips. His mouth dried with want, and he could see he wasn't the only one who needed the kiss like dry ground needed a drop of water.
It was Percy, who closed the distance between them. Their kiss was slow, just getting to know each other, but Perseus felt electrified, more alive than ever before. Kissing Percy, kissing himself gave him life.
As they slowly separated to breathe, the blush on Percy's face was so enchanting, so lovely, Perseus just had to know what he could do to cajole more out of him. More blush, more moans, more responses. He rose, and with a quick move, he straddled the other man's hips. He rubbed and kissed the muscles of his shoulders and neck, the places where he had to bear Atlas' weight. In contrast to the god, Percy still wore the white lock in his hair that proudly showed one of his many trials, and Perseus wanted nothing more than to ease the weight of his memories of being crushed by the sky. He was so strong, he was so good and powerful, but there was no need to be on guard anymore. Percy was in safe hands from now on.
The younger man squirmed at first, just a bit, as if he didn't know what was happening, and Perseus felt his chest expand in happiness that he was going to be Percy's first at everything. He wouldn't have to go through betrayals and awful experiences, he would only feel pleasure and love.
Eventually, as Percy relaxed under him, he pulled the demigod's eyesore orange T-shirt off of his body, and continued to explore the scarred skin with his lips and tongue. Under him, the younger man moved, Perseus first thought he wanted to get away again, but then he realized the demigod was sliding his hips against the bed with tiny, probably unconscious movements, searching for friction. His eyes were shut, lips parted, face slack with pleasure and Perseus' heart felt so full of love and pride that he was the one who made Percy feel good. He did good. Finally, in his life, he did something good.
Perseus was hard, the fabric of his toga lightly teased his cock every time he moved, and he was aching to slide against the clothed ass of his younger self. Just the tiniest touch, yet it pressed a gasp out of both of them. Percy's movements stilled, the muscles in his back tensed, but didn't try to get away.
"It's all right. I won't do anything that would hurt you," he kissed Percy's neck soothingly. He kisses the skin again, and again, pressing hundreds and thousands kisses all over Percy's body. "I won't hurt you, I promise. It will feel good. You deserve to feel good," he repeated over and over again.
"You don't need to deny yourself, just allow me to make you feel loved and cared for," he pleaded. A shaky breath was his response, and the tiniest nod, but it was enough for him. Perseus bent down and kissed his lips, his neck and shoulder, sucking and marking the soft skin, Percy moaning, panting under him, bucking his hips, and Perseus couldn't help, but rock against the motion. His cock was hard and sensitive, and feeling Percy pliant and responsive under him, he felt he could come then and there.
But he was a god, he could restrain himself. Percy was the one who mattered.
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