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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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part three

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The first step should, in all likelihood, be the easiest.

(“I’m not sure this is something you can really plan,” Annabeth had suggested gently, “as much as my mother would disown me to hear it. I mean, everything I did with Percy kind of just…happened.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure the five years of pining misery and fighting off several other people — one of whom was literally me — was a real walk in the park for you.”

“…Plan on.”)

It is not the easiest.

“You’re telling me the flowers…say things.”

If Nico reaches back into the farthest recesses of his memory, as in things that are shoved somewhere between his sister’s soft sobs the one time he got sicker than he’d ever been and has ever been since and the time he’d walked in on Alecto skinny dipping in the Phlegothon, he can vaguely remember a lengthy rant from his stepmother on something called the language of flowers. He had, at that time, assumed she was simply trying to convince him that everything had voices again, and ignored her.

“Yes,” says Miranda from Demeter Cabin patiently. “Every flower has an assigned meaning. More than one, usually. You can say very rude things with flowers.”

Nico perks up, intrigued. “How do you say ‘you’re a fucking c—”

“Okay,” Jason interrupts, plastering a strained smile on his face and slapping a hand over Nico’s mouth. Nico bites him, hard, and the smile becomes even more strained. “We are actually looking for much nicer things to say with flowers. Kind things. Appreciative things. Feelings, you know. Nico?”

He lifts his hand, looking at him in warning as if Nico is going to be quelled by his Stare of Judgement, of all things. Nico stares back at him until he starts to look appropriately cowed, satisfyingly afraid of the horror that lives inside Nico’s eyes, except he — doesn’t.

He doesn’t look scared at all, actually, which is — which.

Nico takes all thoughts pertaining to the issue and shoves them away.

“I need,” he says haltingly, looking back at Miranda. She looks at him encouragingly.

She doesn’t look afraid of him, either, although she glances quickly down at the circle of grass he’s killed by virtue of standing on it and says, politely, “If you could maybe stop that, I would appreciate it.”

Nico swallows, stepping back. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” She swoops down, hands outstretched, murmuring something too soft for him to pick up. Under her gentle fingertips, the grass blooms slowly back to life, tiny strands uncurling and swelling with virility, stretching towards the sun. Even the dirt smells sweeter, like churned garden soil rather than graveyard dirt.

Something dark and bitter crawls up Nico’s throat — he will always need people to clean up after his messes. No matter how hard he tries. Miranda with the plants, Solace with every one of his endless injuries, Bianca with — everything. She cleaned up after him a lot.

She was only twenty-seven months older than him. He wonders how she would have liked being fourteen, and has to choke back the sob that tries to claw its way out of his trachea.

“Not a lot of people have flower language memorized,” Miranda says, dragging him roughly back to the present. Her large brown eyes are back to focused on him, so he forces himself into normalcy and stares back. “And it’s kind of vague, so I need something to start with. Who’s it for?”

“Classified.”

Nico considers, once again, opening up a chasm beneath his feet. His geokinesis is no bene so he’d probably take Jason and Miranda down with him, but. Necessary sacrifices, et cetera.

“Understandable,” Miranda responds without so much as a beat. Huh. Suddenly, he feels bad for considering her collateral. “Just this then: friend or foe?”

Nico looks at Jason. Jason looks back at him, like, dude, seriously. Nico scowls at him and his uselessness.

“Friend,” he says begrudingly. “…More.”

Miranda nods in understanding. “Ah. Will, then.”

Nevermind. Chasm it is.

“Man, I hoped you guys would finally do something,” Miranda continues, oblivious to the ground trembling slightly under her. (Jason, however, appears alarmed, so Nico summons a tiny skeleton hand to grab his ankle in revenge.) “I love Will to pieces, but there are only so many times I can hear him wax poetic about you before it starts to get embarrassing. When we were twelve you saved his life and he actually cried because he didn’t know how to form the words. Just weeping everywhere about your sword and your hair and how you look a little crazy when you smile in battle. Did you know there are, like, a million syllables for brown? I do. He thinks your eyes are a tie between moonstone and agate, in case you were wondering.”

“I have actually heard that,” Jason mumbles, as Nico’s brain whites out and leaves him, tragically alone, to suffer. “I thought he was just super into geology.”

“Oh, he is. He’s a little into everything. There’s a bi joke, for you.”

“Oh, ha, I get it.”

Is that his body, stranded somewhere below him? Hi, body. Good to see you. You look like hell. Feel free to summon your soul back into yourself at any time, that’d be great.

“I am generally bad at functioning,” he admits, once his essence has begrudgingly reattached itself to his cells and his blood stops ringing quite so loudly in his ears.

Miranda shrugs. “I think you’re pretty okay. Once Percy had to get five stitches on his lip because he was half asleep and mixed up his plate and pizza and bit clean through his plate. It only really needed four stitches, but Will laughed so hard he couldn’t focus right and tore the wound a tad before fixing it. By accident.”

Nico tries very hard not to picture that laughter, not to remember the first time he heard Will laugh, not the hundreds of times after; a loud sound, a musical sound, despite his insistence that he has no talents. Laughter like olive oil laughs in the pan, like wind laughs as it rushes through the poplar trees.

Jason nods sympathetically. “Mondays are hard.”

“Please,” Nico begs the both of them. The nerve he’d summoned after the encouragement of his friends is slowly leaking out of his eyeballs and soaking the ground. “I just need —”

He can’t finish that sentence, either. I need to give Will flowers so he knows I have….intentions, with him, is the most embarrassing sentence ever to be conjured by man, and if he has to say it aloud he knows his father will smite him out of pity, as is their deal. It must only be implied, and even then, he could get egged by any member of Cabin Eleven and turn into a breakfast buffet, his face is so godsdamn hot.

“Will, is, like, unbelievably dense,” Miranda says, taking pity on him. She waits for Nico to finish choking, patting him firmly on the back before continuing. “I guess that’s not fair. He can be quite observant, he just has worse self-esteem than you, even, no offense, so if you are trying to seduce him you’re going to have to be very obvious.”

The wheezing that she has just circumvented starts all over again. This time, Jason joins him. Miranda has no qualms or shame — fitting, since Nico has met her mother, who also has no shame about anything. Nico will never be able to forget that she is the goddess of fertility.

“Who the fuck said anything about seducing,” he manages, finally, lungs chilling somewhere on the grass.

Miranda ignores him. “I would usually say something simple like daisies, but they can be representative of friendship and he will for sure assume they are friendship flowers. Hyacinth can communicate a much deeper breadth of emotion, but, uh —” she glances at the Apollo cabin — “I would avoid Hyacinth.”

Nico sobers. Yeah. That would be wise.

“I think roses send a little too strong of a message for your purposes, so I’m thinking carnations. Pink ones.”

Recovering from the implications of the roses — he’s a little out of time, not stupid, he knows what they mean — he looks at her curiously. “What do pink carnations mean?”

She shrugs. “Love and affection, really. Sometimes gratitude, and in some poetry their colouring is compared to a pleased flush.”

Although he expected much more agony in this particular step of the journey (not that their wasn’t a good, healthy amount; can’t feel good feelings for too long if you’re Nico di Angelo, Cursèd, Son of Hades, Prince of the Underworld, Ghost King, Et Cetera, Et Cetera), pink carnations seem surprisingly…right. Love and affection, he can handle that, and if there’s one thing he always is, regarding Will, it’s grateful. Maybe the whole damn camp should be giving him pink carnations.

“Here.”

Sensing Nico’s hesitant acceptance, Miranda swoops down to the ground, digs around a second, shoots a quick prayer to her mother, and waits. A moment later, several blush-pink flowers shoot from the dirt, along with — Nico squints to read it — a book about the history of grain cereals. Miranda looks confused about one of those two things.

“I am constantly plagued by the Ancient Greek Theoi and their various whims,” Nico explains.

“Your life confuses me,” Miranda responds. She hands him the book and the flowers. For once, Demeter’s gift seems to be the less volatile object of the two. “I’m going to go meditate about it.”

“Good call,” says Jason.

“Thank you,” Nico calls, belatedly, to her retreating back. He glances down at the flowers in his hand. “Jason,” he says, voice strained.

He sighs. “Oh, here we go.”

“Jason, I have to move.”

“You’re fine here,” Jason says patiently. He places a hand on Nico’s shoulder and begins to steer him towards the Big House. Nico, distraught, refrains from judo flipping him into a tree.

“I ruin everything I touch, Jason.”

“You helped out with the strawberries just fine last week.”

“Strawberries are not people, Jason.”

“The kids seem to like you. You let them keep weird skulls and rocks and shit they find in the woods, and they like that.”

“Children are not completely incomprehensible sons of the sun, Jason.”

“Will likes you. By his own admission. He thinks — and I’m quoting here — that you’re gorgeous, even when you’re glaring at him and rueing your own existence.”

Nico has nothing to say to that, because he still can’t quite believe that’s true. It’s — surreal. He had no arguments against it, because he knows, objectively, that Will was not lying, and he can see, with his eyeballs, that Will smiles every time they make eye contact, unless Nico did something stupid in which case Will is huffing and muttering about patients and demigods and how increased power is directly correlated with increased stupidity.

Mostly smiling, though.

At Nico. With love and affection and oh, gods, he is going to ruin things so bad.

“Look,” Jason says, stopping them in front of the porch. Nico takes the pause with equal parts relief and panic, turning to him with the flowers clutched to his chest. “You have — issues.”

Nico blinks, waiting for more sentence. Surely that cannot be all of it.

“…Yes,” he acquiesces, when no sentence is forthcoming. “I am an interloper in this timeline. I am an omen of death. I am —”

“Gods, you’re dramatic.”

Nico agonizes.

“You will be fine, Nico, please, I don’t even know what the hang-up is. He said he likes you, there is literally not a single soul in this camp unaware about how much he likes you. Right?”

The rickety screen door of the infirmary bangs open, slamming against the frame, startling them both so hard they cause a slight earthquake.

“Oh, you got them, you got them!”

The overworked and overstressed whirlwind known as William Andrew Solace bursts out of the infirmary, tripping over his own shoes and nearly landing on his face had Jason not caught him.

“Woah, dude,” he says, steady hand on his waist. Nico reacts to that totally normally and Jason’s shadow does not at all try to swallow him. “What’s wrong?”

Will barely responds. “Nico, you are the best, I owe you forever —”

Stumbling out of Jason’s hold, he lunges over to Nico, plucking the flowers out of his hand and spinning right back to the infirmary. In total bewilderment, Nico and Jason follow him, watching as he tosses the bouquet in the air, hands glowing golden, and mutters a quick hymn. The flowers begin to droop, then wrinkle, then fully shrivel up, totally dead as they land back in his hands.

“What the fuck,” Jason whispers.

“Sun-dried is better, but I don’t have time,” Will frets. “Son of sun will have to do. Ha. You, and you, over here.” He points to the nurses desk with the yellowed stems, no trace of a question in his voice. The two of them scramble to comply, ducking under the half-door and standing awkwardly behind the counter as Will clears it off.

“That stupid prank — remind me to kill Cecil tomorrow, Nico, if you don’t mind — has three whole cabins covered in skin welts. I don’t have enough beds for them all, and they need to be quarantined, anyway. I haven’t had time to go get more ingredients in between cabins, let alone time to make more ointment.” Two massive stone mortars slam the counter, making both of them jump, followed by pestles with blunt heads roughly the size of Nico’s fist. “Pulverize the petals as fine as you can.” He splits the dead bouquet in half, handing them each six flowers each. “Petals only, no stems or seeds. I’ll be back in twenty minutes to gather it. Oh, and Nico —”

He pauses for a moment, taking a breath. Hesitantly, Nico reaches out and places a gentle hand on his wrist. Instantly, the worried line between his eyes melts away, and he smiles; tired but radiant.

“I owe you one,” he says softly. “You always know just what I need. I’ve been using rose, ‘cause that’s what we have, even though pink carnations is better, but we ran out an hour ago and I’ve been freaking out cause I —”

“Solace,” Nico interrupts. He squeezes gently. “Breathe.”

He does. Inhale, hold, exhale, breath tickling the hairs in Nico’s arm, causing goosebumps to bristle all over his skin. (The grateful smile pointed towards him at full power has nothing to do with that. Obviously.)

“I’m good. Just — thank you, Nico. You knew exactly what I needed.”

A loud groan sounds from somewhere to the east, in the vague direction of Cabin Ten, and Will rushes off without another word, medical bag stuffed to bursting. There’s a thump, and a quick, “I’m good!” and then the sound of running in flip-flops. Nico ducks his head to hide a smile, turning to the dried flowers.

“Well,” says Jason after a moment. “You tried.”

Nico shrugs. He starts plucking the petals off and dumping them in the mortar, Jason quick to follow his example.

“I’ll just have to try harder next time.”

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part five

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wishecho · 27 days

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redraw of them !

#drew tanaka #will solace #nico di angelo #clovis #sherman yang #miranda gardiner #lou ellen blackstone #cecil markowitz #pjo #my art #clovis pjo #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus

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freddie-77-ao3 · 7 months

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pjo characters as quotes

Thalia:

“I *Audible sigh* I really can’t believe I have to say this, but *another sigh* when someone tells you not to run down the stairs, you do not jump out the window. Thank you.”

"Legally all of us are dead except Percy, so sir, the cops are going to have a lot of trouble finding records of us.”

“For the love of Zeus? What love? He doesn’t have any, except for himself and power.”

Nico:

“As the only person here who did not, at one point or another, have a crush on Luke Castellan, I’m choosing where we’re eating today. And it's Mcdonalds.”

Travis:

“I have to wonder how many ping pong tables Clarisse has destroyed in her time at camp, oh wait no i don’t. The number is thirty-seven”

“I am a very good person, I just choose not to act on it.”

“Good fucking gods- wait no, the gods aren’t good. Uh, fucking gods. Yeah, that seems more accurate.”

Connor:

‘I have enough money to last for the rest of my life, but I have to die by tuesday.’

“I will pay a nickel for the first person to kill me. Please and thank you.”

“I’ve made a lot of bad decisions today. Most of them involve the soda machine at noodles and co.”

Clarisse:

“Oh, me? I’m the tooth fairy, here to steal your bones.”

“zeus may have fucked his way through the family tree but Percy's gonna fight his way through it.”

Clovis:

“Obviously he has harvesting god trauma, I mean: Titan of time, Goddess of Springtime/Queen of the Underworld, Kronide 2.0, Trip-oh something.. “ about nico (Kronos/Persephone/Demeter/Triptolemos)

Miranda:

“All of our most emotional, important, or depressing conversations happen over a ping pong or card game, and I’m not entirely sure that’s healthy.”

Chris:

“What am I? Well, personally I think of myself as human, but I suppose technically I’m only half human, so maybe just a being of pure chaos. As for why I’m on your lawn, I have no clue, sir.”

Cecil:

“Hold on, if I’m jewish, and you’re an atheist, then who’s going to acknowledge the god in the kitchen?”

Drew:

“What? Ignoring a situation? There is no situation and therefore I have nothing to ignore.”

“My fuck, do you remember that time when Miranda bought a parenting book, and then highlighted it and added names according to the issues everyone had? Say what you will about her, but that was the ultimate power move.”

Malcolm:

"I would say get a room but yours is the same as mine, please try to remember that."

"Morning? Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a question. I mean, I know it's morning. But I meant 'good morning'—"

Katie:

“You look delicious… i mean beautiful- wait, pretty? Handsome? Hot? Yeah. You look hot today.”

Percy:

“Who needs health? I have chicken nuggets.”

#pjo #incorrect quotes #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #katie gardner #malcolm pace #drew tanaka #cecil markowitz #chris rodriguez #clovis #miranda gardiner #travis stoll #thalia grace #nico di angelo #connor stoll

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creativeusernamerighthere · 1 year

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pjo hair dying

annabeth: dyed the under half of her hair pink or red once, let it fade to be just a bleached under half. now she does streaks in her braids of different colors

piper: dyes pretty much everyone’s hair. she’s tried just about every color on her full head, even split dying, but she always ends up going natural again. usually she dyes it in a moment of boredom or as a coping mechanism and regrets it later

frank: scared of making a “permanent” decision like that, but he has hair chalked streaks in once or twice (they may or may not have had to use some magic to get it to show up in his black hair)

percy: blue streaks in his hair. every time they start fading to green he redoes them

hazel: tried streaks a few times, didn’t love them, though purple and weirdly orange streaks looked amazing on her. sometimes she does natural highlights but not always

leo: will never let you touch his hair with dye. ever. the stolls once tried to get lou ellen to magic his hair to be red and she outright refused. normally she doesn’t mind helping out with pranks, but messing with leos hair? that’s a death sentence

jason: terrified of dying it the first time he does it, then realizes he actually loves the funky colors, and he was only scared bc he was raised with rigid roman rules

will: his siblings convinced him to dye it once and he was fine with it, he didn’t hate or love it, he just didn’t really care. he probably won’t do it again, but it doesn’t particularly matter to him. he does, however, dye his little siblings’ hair, and some of his friends’. the apollo cabin has just about every color of hair dye in their bathroom because a) will is a healer and has precise hands (going along with the tattoo headcanon) and b) they’re all queer

thalia: absolutely does every color under the sun in her hair and you know it. every time you see her she has a new hair color, it changes like every other week (yes she knows it’s bad for her hair. no she does not care.) she’s split dyed it, done full colors, ombré, literally everything

nico: secretly wants to try it but he doesn’t want to mess up his aesthetic, not to mention the religious trauma telling him not to. will finds out that he wants to try it and convinces him to, giving him dark purple streaks at the bottom of his hair which kind of fade into his natural hair. he loves it

connor: lots of split dying, sometimes two natural colors, two unnatural colors, or one natural and one unnatural. will does it for him

lou ellen: magics her hair to be whatever color she wants whenever she wants

miranda: dyes it auburn!! she loves the look and will never go back to her natural color now. in fact it looks so natural that people who didn’t know her before she started having will dye it for her didn’t even realize it wasn’t her natural color

part two anyone?

#annabeth chase #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leo valdez #jason grace #frank zhang #hazel levesque #piper mclean #thalia grace #nico di angelo #connor stoll #will solace #miranda gardiner

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pjo-ship-polls · 3 months

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The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular romantic ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3. These are not platonic ships. Any ship hate at all will result in haters being blocked.

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sweetsweethate · 1 year

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pjo sketches part 1 (art blog @/sweetdhate)

#my art #sketch #traditional art #percy jackson #annabeth chase #miranda gardiner #katie gardner #percabeth #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fanart #nico di angelo

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theslay3d · 2 years

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Bookstore

Annabeth Chase x Daughter of Demeter!reader

Gender:Female

Warnings:none

Word count:823

You and Annabeth had a date planned for later in the day. It was around one now and the date was at two. You guys both really wanted to go to this new book store that was kinda close to camp it would take a ten minute walk to get there. Luckily it was getting colder out so you wouldn't be sweating the whole walk there.

You both asked Chiron for permission to go out of camp and he said it was fine. Which was good, you and Annabeth had not had a date in months. As of right now you were trying to pick out an outfit and your siblings were of no help.

“I don't know what you want me to tell you Y/N you look good in anything” Miranda said for what she felt like was the hundredth time. “I understand I look good in everything but we haven't been on a date for months. I need to look amazing” You replied as you rolled your eyes and held up another cardigan.

“You're both dating already she will like whatever you wear” Miranda huffed out as she looked at you holding up another skirt in front of the mirror. “Ok ok I guess you're right” You sighed out you were just nervous as you said before it has been months.

“Now you go get ready as it takes you foreverrr it get ready I have to go help with the garden” Miranda said as she got up and starting walking to towards the door you swore you could hear her mumble “Gods I hope Nico hasn't killed all the plants yet” as she walked out. You laughed to yourself at that and finally picked out an outfit. You picked out a white pencil skirt that had tiny blue flowers on it along with a white long sleeve shirt to tuck in and a white cardigan.

After about an hour you were done getting ready. You looked into the mirror one last time and reapplied some lip gloss before you heard a knock on the door. “Coming one second” You yelled out as you grabbed your purse and sprayed some perfume on. You opened the door and there was Annabeth. She was wearing some jeans with a cute shirt on.

“Hi” You said as you walked out of the cabin and shut the door. “Hey you look so pretty” Annabeth hummed as she kissed your cheek. “Thank you” You replied back as a blush hit your cheeks. “Are you ready to go?” Annabeth asked as she grabbed your hand and slowly started to walk. “Yep” You said back in reply.

You both started to walk out of camp and onto the highway and started walking the way to the bookstore. You both chatted here and there on the way talking about multiple topics until Annabeth started to go on a whole spiel about architecture. You didn't know much about the topic but you just kept walking while staring at her the whole time “Gods she's gorgeous” You thought to yourself her hair was in a ponytail as it usually is but her blonde curls looked so gorgeous.

You finally made it to the bookstore and you both walked in. It smelt like vanilla in the store and there were multiple tables and chairs everywhere around. Both you and Annabeth went into the fantasy section immediately, both pointing out books you've read, the ones you liked, and the ones you hated.

You started going on a little rant about one book that was amazing. You didn't see Annabeth staring at you while a soft smile spread across her face “She's so pretty” Annabeth thought to herself as she watched you finish up your rant.

After a little while you both bought two books each(even if you were supposed to be on a book buying ban but who cares really). Turns out the bookstore also sold tea and coffee. You got some tea while Annabeth got coffee. You guys found this field near the bookstore and decided to read the books while laying out there. You used your powers to get rid of some of the weeds to make an empty spot for you and Annabeth.

You guys stopped reading after a while and you started to absentmindedly grow some flowers. You picked one of the flowers up and put it behind Annabeths hair. She giggled a little at it and grabbed one to put behind your hair.

She put her hands on your cheeks and slowly leaned in to kiss you. You both laughed into the kiss a little and broke apart after a few seconds. “I love you” She whispered while tucking your hair behind your ear “I love you too” You whispered back. There was no reason to be nervous at all. Both you and Annabeth had an amazing day and eventually made your way back to camp.

#annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase x you #annabeth chase #annabeth chase fanfic #nico di angelo #annabeth pjo #percy jackson fanfiction #heros of olympus #miranda gardiner #pjo

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jasontoddssuper · 2 years

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The newest chapter of this(14)ended up as 4k because i loved the title so much😭😭😭But we're semi-officially done with The Titan's curse!!

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phoenix--flying · 7 months

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Do you have any other god swap aus? I think they're really cool :)

I do actually! @everythingwasalreadypicked got an ask about a percybaster godswap au and that spiraled into quite a thing LMAOO but you can check out his page for that

I don't remember if I've talked about the TA Godswap, I think I have? If not then I would be happy to talk about it again. I've also played with the idea of percy/al/ethan/annabeth god swap bc its FUN. also also not technically a god swap but there's the Greek/Roman swap au where they get mismatched. BUT !! I will offer the godswap i made where the core ta kids are big three demigods cause its so funny to me

Silena Beauregard; Daughter of Poseidon / Percy Jackson; Son of Aphrodite

I think Poseidon!Silena is very cool okay, Aphrodite was born from sea foam so it's cool to correlate her children to Poseidon! And Aphrodite!Percy is so <3333 giving him charmspeak makes me think of sirens in a way so I think its fitting!

Alabaster Torrington; Son of Pluto / Hazel Levesque; Daughter of Hecate

I can't take away Alabaster's unsettling cthonic kid vibe so he needs to be a son of Hades or Pluto and Pluto works because it means Hecate!Hazel. I feel like I don't need to explain further.

Chris Rodriguez; Son of Hades / Nico di Angelo; Son of Hermes

Hermes!Nico is making me giggle. Again though I can't take Nicos cthonic kid vibe so he gets to be Hermes' kid. Hades!Chris is an interesting concept, still a cthonic kid, I don't really have more justification for this, I think its a sick concept.

Luke Castellan; Son of Jupiter / Jason Grace; Son of Hermes

Jupiter!Luke. That's all. also hermes!jason makes me cackle.

Ethan Nakamura; Son of Zeus / Thalia Grace; Daughter of Nemesis

Nemesis!Thalia, need I say more? Also Zeus is the god of justice and I feel like that works for Ethan.

also some extras that i havent thought out as much and mostly did because i thought it would be interesting or funny

Will Solace; Son of Hecate / Lou Ellen Blackstone; Daughter of Apollo

Cecil Markowitz; Son of Ares / Ellis Wakefield; Son of Hermes

Sherman Yang; Son of Demeter / Miranda Gardiner; Daughter of Ares

Katie Gardner; Daughter of Hermes / Travis Stoll; Son of Demeter

Meg McCafferty; Daughter of Hermes / Connor Stoll; Son of Demeter

Clarisse la Rue; Daughter of Apollo / Michael Yew; Son of Ares

Charles Beckendorf; Son of Apollo / Lee Fletcher; Son of Hephaestus

Leo Valdez; Son of Athena / Annabeth Chase; Daughter of Hephaestus

Drew Tanaka; Daughter of Hephaestus (Legacy of Apollo) / Nyssa Barrera; Daughter of Aphrodite

Kayla Knowles; Daughter of Aphrodite / Mitchell; Son of Apollo

Austin Lake; Son of Aphrodite / Valentina Diaz; Daughter of Apollo

#silena beauregard #percy jackson #alabaster torrington #hazel levesque #chris rodriguez #nico di angelo #luke castellan #jason grace #ethan nakamura #thalia grace #pjo #godswap au #phoenix au #phoenix answers #hoo #toa

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at1nys-blog · 4 months

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Masterlist

【The Campers】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ Hungry and exhausted kids (Camp Half-Blood)

【The Gods】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ Thunders leaving hints

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

. *. ⋆⋆.*.

【Percy Jackson】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Annabeth Chase】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Luke Castellan】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Grover Underwood】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Clarisse La Rue】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Charles Beckendorf】

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【Chris Rodriquez】

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The Haunting of Camp-Halfblood, part three

For my own sanity I wish I could say this was the ending, but sadly I am writing another part for good measure. I am fighting my body as we speak wish me look.

Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Will Solace x Gn!Reader x Nico di Angelo Request: My ex went “insert anon where’s the rest? on a fic that hasn’t been updated since 2019” in the google doc Warnings: I did a little angst, as a treat. But also fluff! Word Count: 1.6k

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-Asnyox

Will sighed impatiently. The three of you had been looking around camp for a few hours now, checking in and around cabins, but there was no sign of any ghosts. Even for Camp Half-blood, that was actually the norm most of the time. However, given that camp barely had a norm at this point, nor had demigod life, you had really hoped to find ghosts. The one time you are looking for anomalies, everything seems suspiciously normal.

You even double checked if your spell circle around camp was still intact, which it was. Nico had gone and looked at the campers in the dining hall, all still asleep. At this point, you knew who was missing, but where could they be?As the three of you stood at the edge of the strawberry fields, you felt the hope leave your body.

“What if they did manage to leave? They have Alabaster, who could probably break my spell easily.” You looked at both your boyfriends in worry, and they both seemed helpless themselves.

“Let’s take a break, just sit for a bit?” Will suggested, “Maybe we’ll come up with a plan, or perhaps the people in the dining pavilion will wake up.” You nodded and sat down, careful not to crush any plants except grass. Nico sat down opposite from you, your knees still touching, Will doing the same to the right of you, making a small circle. You felt the pain of walking around all day in your legs.

“How are you holding up, Nico?” You asked your boyfriend, he looked down before facing you, exhausting clear on his face.

“It takes a lot getting the ghosts out-,” he sighed, “But it is not as if we have a choice. I’ll hold on until we’re done,” he promised with a doubtful smile, you grabbed his hand trying to encourage him a little.

“Remember last year with the ghost shoot? Nico and I were freaking out about it.” Will smiled softly at the memory, “You were so close, and we were just longing to bring you between us,” Nico snorted

“Hence why we did not mind you getting sick from shadow travel,” he let out a short laugh, “We got to cuddle the whole night, definitely worth the dressing up.” You let out a half laugh, squeezing Nico’s hand.

“You also offered to summon some ghosts, are you sure you didn’t summon these?” you asked him teasingly and he softly hit your arm. He gasped dramatically.

“I would never do such a thing to interrupt our Mythomagic time,” Nico huffed and Will laughed.

“Uhuh, because you were so enthusiastic about teaching us,” he stated, smiling. Nico looked to the side.

“It’s just, a lot of memories are attached to the game, y’know.” He said looking back at Will and you. You purse your lips before letting go of his hand and giving him a quick hug.

“We know, sorry.” You apologized and as you let go from the hug, Nico grabbed your hand again.

“It’s fine,” he squeezed your hand and looked at Will, “I would like to get more happy memories with the game, with the two of you,” his smile held melancholy, as his eyes seemed teary. But you understood and nodded.

“We will,” you said determinedly, “But let’s first catch the last ghost!”

Nico might have been exhausted form the day thus far, but your determination somehow filled him with energy. He smiled, feeling lighter somehow. You stood up, he tried to follow, panic surging through him as he noticed his legs were restrained.

“Found you!” Miranda Gardiner’s voice rang out, followed by a laugh. Nico noticed that Will also could not get up, and as you tried to turn around, you fell to the ground, legs restrained by vines. A flicker of light caught his eyes – which widened as he realized what was happening.

“Will! The crystal!” Nico yelled out, but before Will could even react, the vine shattered the crystal. He suddenly heard your scream.

“Let- GO!” You tried to wrestle yourself out of Sherman’s arms. The son of Ares had a tight grip on you, even with one arm. He quickly got the two remaining crystals out of your pocket.

“These seem important,” He grinned, shattering both crystals with his bare hand, “Oops, sorry.” Sherman laughed, as he tightened his grip on you. You tried wrestling yourself out- but it was no good.

“Stop struggling, or I will break you and your boyfriends in half, filthy demi-scum,” he whispered in your ear, successfully freezing you in place. Your heart was beating rapidly, as you tried to think of a way out- a way out for your boyfriends.

“Seems like we can finally start negotiating,” the voice of Alabaster came from behind you, “simply said, son of Hades, we require your full cooperation.” Nico glared at Alabaster- whatever the ghost could want, could not be good. Alabaster chuckled as he stepped forward, into your sight.

“You see, we want us and our siblings to be free. However, some of us got sent to the underworld by some pesky little shit. And when he couldn’t get all of us, he simply sealed the rest in those stupid crystals, keeping us there for years upon years!” You could see Alabaster’s body tense, the anger clear in his voice, “If you would be so kind to let us go, we will be sure to save you the pain of losing everyone you know,” Alabaster turned around and grabbed your chin, “Starting with this little love bird.” His eyes were dark- sucking you almost in, his fingers cold.

“So, you can terrorize innocent people?” Nico spat, trying to get Alabaster’s attention back to him. A disgruntled look came to Alabaster’s face, and he turned to Nico.

“I don’t care about other people, son of Hades,” Alabaster shrugged, “And I am surprised you still do, after everything.” Alabaster turned to Miranda, “You got them tight?” Miranda nodded, “Alright, possess this one,” Alabaster grinned widely, “Show the ghost king how we get things done.”

You felt helpless- Sherman’s grip was strong and you could feel it tightening with every breath you took. As the ghost left Miranda’s body, you felt yourself weaken more and more- cold settling in your bones, eyes lost in fear.

Will screamed out your name, trying to get out, but his legs were still entangled in the vines. If only he had a knife on him- or if his crystal was still there. He looked at the shards, out of reach and dull. If only he had never suggested taking a break.

Nico couldn’t concentrate- he wanted to, but everything was so loud around him. He heard Will’s scream – he felt the thorns on the vines puncturing his skin, he felt his heart break. There was so much pain on your face – your body was tense, and Nico still felt exhausted. How could he fix this? Why was it his fault you were in this position? He needed to do something, so why was he so fucking useless?

Will focused on the things he did have – empty hands, panic, and his boyfriend. HIS BOYFRIEND- Will focused on Nico, hoping he had a plan- he had something – the power to free you or – or-

Will noticed Nico’s hands shaking, his eyes only on you and filled to the brim with fears. There were tears pooling, and Nico was taking short breaths. He looked hopeless- he was panicking. Will urged his body forward- only managing to touch his knees to Nico’s.

Nico’s eyes shot to Will- who looked just as desperate as he felt.

He was the ghost king- and these ghosts were not going to harm his people.

Anger surged to his body as he looked back at you- once again trying to get away from Sherman, away from the ghost coming closer and closer. You who Nico loves so dearly- you for who he would do anything. Adrenaline pumped through his veins- love pumped through his heart – as he commanded the ghosts- their spirits- to remove themselves from any bodies they possessed.

And then Nico simply ordered them to die.

The ghosts in front of you disintegrated- something akin to screams echoing over the strawberry fields. Your vision turns to black from the sound- from the lack of air- from the ghosts that almost entered your body. Sherman let go, and you dropped to the ground, legs unable to keep you upright. You tried to get up, only to be caught under the weight of Sherman’s body. Maybe you could just lay down- maybe for a little-

“(Y/n)! I need you here!” Will screamed, his voice pounding in your head. You were so tired, yet you pushed Sherman off. You sat up, holding your aching head in your hand. You squint your eyes as you look at your boyfriends, Will frantically trying to get the vines of his legs, and Nico passed out on the ground. You crawled your way over to them, picking up your sword along the way - had Sherman disarmed you? - and handed it to Will.

“Don’t cut yourself,” you mumbled, as you laid on your back, passing out.

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