#percy Jackson fics

[triptuckers]

keep the nightmares away - percy jackson

Request: nope Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  oh nooo what if there's only one bed........ (im a sucker for this trope and WILL use it whenever I can) Warnings:  mentions of wounds, swearing, nightmares Word count:  1.5K A/N:  yall know that audio from the rock "it's about drive it's about power we stay hungry we devour" that's me writing more fics in two days than I have in 6 months. I blame it on my percy jackson hyperfixation. enjoy!

you were so exhausted you could barely keep your eyes open. you'd been sent on another quest and had been chased down by monsters for gods know how many times already.

everyone was tired and just wanted to go to bed. but a prophecy had predicted there would be three demigods and a fourth companion on this quest, so it wasn't easy to leave the monsters behind.

'why did we have to be four?' you say softly as you force yourself to keep on walking. 'it would be way more quiet if there were only three of us.'

percy looks over his shoulder in front of you. 'I don't think quests are ever quiet.' he says with a smile.

'you know what I mean.' you say. 'are we there yet?'

'almost.' says annabeth, who is walking with grover in front of percy, holding the map and leading the way. 'it's just over the ridge.'

'thank the gods.' you mutter.

you know annabeth is going to state the facts rather than make something sound good. and sure enough, when you reach the top of the ridge you can see a dimly lit street in the distance.

you can see the motel you're headed for, a diner, and a gas station with a small store.

you're filled with relief of the thought of finally laying down and resting your feet. you could rewrap your wounds and maybe even take a shower if you're lucky and have the energy for it.

'come on, nearly there.' says percy, reaching out and gently tugging you along by your wrist.

if you weren't so tired you'd be reeling over the fact percy is holding your wrist so gently. but all you can think of is how soft the beds would be.

when you get to the motel you're too tired to speak. you let annabeth do all of the talking.

after a few minutes she returns with two keys.

'these are the only ones they had available.' she says, giving percy one.

'come on.' says percy. 'want me to rewrap your arm?'

you nod. a few hours ago, you got your arm sliced open and had to hastily wrap it. you're not very good at it, as the cut is on the back of your upper arm and you can't see it very well.

'grover and I will check the area quickly and then we can all get some rest.' says annabeth. 'regroup in my room at 8 am tomorrow?'

'sure.' says percy while you and grover nod.

you follow percy as he's searching for the room. eventually he stops and you nearly bump into him.

'sorry.' you mutter.

'it's alright.' says percy as he unlocks the door and lets you enter first.

you stop in the door opening, looking at the room.

'what's wrong?' says percy, looking over your shoulder. 'oh.'

yeah. oh. there's only one bed. not even a sofa.

you enter the room and percy shuts the door behind him. of course there's only one bed. and you're so exhausted. you can tell percy is tired as well. he's just better at hiding it.

'come on, let me take care of your arm.' says percy.

you head into the bathroom while percy rummages around his pack for the medical kit.

'sit on the counter.' he says as he enters the bathroom with the medical kit in his hands.

you do as he instructs and rest the back of your head against the mirror. you close your eyes but open them when percy lightly taps your knee.

'need you awake for this. you can sleep after.' he says softly.

you sigh. 'fine.'

'I know you're exhausted. I'll make it quick.'

'thanks, perce.'

percy ignores the way he feels when you call him that. he wonders if you know you're the only one that ever calls him that.

he washes his hands and then gently unwraps the old bandage around your arm. he carefully cleans the cut and starts on rewrapping it, making sure he's not hurting you.

when he's almost done, he feels a weight on his shoulder. he smiles to himself, letting you doze off on his shoulder. he's nearly done, anyway.

he secures the last bit of the bandage and then nudges you awake.

'sorry.' you say, blinking a few times.

'let's get you to the bed.' says percy, offering his hand so you can hop off the counter. 'you can take the first shift.'

you frown. 'first shift?'

'sleeping in the bed.'

'where will you sleep?'

'on the floor. I'll get the pillows off of the chair.'

you shake your head. 'percy, you're tired as well. you've fought just as much as I have. you'll only make it worse by sleeping on the floor. we can share.' you say.

sharing a bed as friends, that's cool right? not a big deal. at least that's what you tell yourself.

percy studies your face. he probably looks as tired as you do.

'it's big enough for the two of us.' you say, reaching down to take off your boots.

'alright.' says percy.

there's a knock on the door and both you and percy freeze. percy reaches inside of his pocket, ready to take out riptide.

'it's me.' says annabeth on the other side. 'all clear. get some rest.'

'thanks, goodnight annabeth.' says percy, visibly relaxing.

you walk over to the bed and lay down on the left side, leaving enough space for percy.

'if I find you on the floor when I wake up I'll make the rest of the quest even more miserable for you.' you mumble as you close your eyes. 'don't be a gentleman.'

'noted.' says percy with a smile, laying down on the other side of the bed, careful to leave more than enough space between the two of you.

it's cool, this is fine. laying next to you in a bed. nothing that could happen, you're just friends. right?

after a while, he can tell you're asleep by the slow breathing coming from your side of the bed.

he's keeping his distance, even if it means he nearly falls off of the bed. he's mind is spinning in circles about the fact you're laying right next to him.

but eventually, he falls asleep. after all, all four of you were utterly exhausted when you reached the motel earlier in the night.

it feels like way too soon when he's woken up again. he frowns, it's still dark outside. he shifts to get comfortable again. but then he feels something hard poke him in his ribs.

'oof.' he grunts softly, then rolls over to see if you're awake. why would you punch him in the middle of the night?

but when he sees you, he noticed your face is scrunched up in agony and you're mumbling something.

he frowns and watches you move around restlessly, nearly hitting him again.

but his frown disappears soon enough. he knows the feeling all too well.

you're having a nightmare.

a bad one, by the looks of it.

gently, he reaches out and pushes a strand of sweaty hair out of your face, then nudges your shoulder.

'hey, wake up.'

in response, you curl up even more so percy shakes you again, a little harder this time.

you wake up and immediately sit up, eyes wide in panic. your hand is scrambling for you belt, where you keep your knives.

'woah, hey, it's alright you're safe, you're with me.' says percy, holding your shoulders and forcing you to look at him.

his sea-green eyes are familiar and calm you down a little. you're breathing heavily and fully aware of percy holding on to your shoulders. you force yourself to push away from him, creating space between the two of you.

'I'm alright.' you say, closing your eyes and shaking your head slightly. you would not cry over something as stupid as a nightmare.

'want to talk about it?' says percy softly.

'no I'm fine.'

'talking mostly helps me.'

you sigh and start to fidget with your fingers. why does it feel so embarrassing? you're sure lots of demigods have nightmares, given what you go through on a daily basis.

'it was the gods.' you start. 'I'd failed some sort of quest and they let loose their powers on me. camp half-blood got destroyed. I couldn't find annabeth and grover. there was fire everywhere and you... fuck.'

'it's okay.' says percy softly, encouraging you to go on.

'I found you in the rubble of your cabin.' you whisper.

'shit, I'm sorry.'

'it's alright, I'm alright. you're here now.'

'you think you can try going back to sleep again?'

'yeah, I can try.'

the two of you lay down again, this time with a little less space between you.

'percy?' you say, slowly reaching out to him.

'yeah?'

'is it okay if I...?'

wordlessly, percy reaches out and pulls you against him, where you curl up against his side.

'thanks.' you say, feeling yourself relax again.

'I'll keep the nightmares away.' mumbles percy.

you smile to yourself, closing your eyes and letting percy's heartbeat lull you to sleep. you're confident nightmares wouldn't find you again. you're safe now.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

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[gh0st-in-green-c0nverse]

golden

percy jackson x reader — you take his place on the throne

cw: EPISODE 5 SPOILERS (ish), swearing

The boat bobs along the water slowly. You feel sick. For a while, the two of you just sit there, still reeling.

“You okay?” Percy asks after he catches his breath.

You’d reached out and grabbed his hand without realizing it in your panic. You’re suddenly very aware of his skin on yours, warm and kind of clammy. You disentangle your fingers without comment.

“Yeah.”

He’s about to say something to fill the awkward silence when your eyes widen.

“There’s the shield!” You exclaim, standing.

He follows your gaze to a golden statue, the shield wedged between its hands. The boat doesn’t stop, though. He looks at you, and then back at the statue.

“We’re gonna have to jump,” he says, and you grimace. The artificial waves are getting choppier.

You eye the water.

“On three?” You finally say.

Percy smiles in a way that he hopes is reassuring. “On three.”

“One…two-!” Before you can say three, the boat lurches and you both topple over the edge.

As soon as the water closes over your head, you’re struggling and kicking. You can’t tell up from down. Your lungs squeeze, your eyes sting. Somewhere in the haze, you see Percy, and you reach out, but he’s so far. He disappears in a whirl of water, and you think, wow, after all of this, I’m about to die in an amusement park.

Suddenly, something solid rushes to meet you and there’s air on your face and you can’t stop coughing.

Percy places an unsure hand on your back as you suck in rattling breaths. He says something, but it still sounds like everything’s underwater.

You shake your head sharply, hand pressing your ear flat until the water drips out and you can hear again. “I’m alright,” you say, before he asks. He helps you stagger into a standing position. For a few moments, the only sound is your wheezing.

Percy squints at the chair. “This is Hephestasus’ park, right?”

You nod.

“I think this is Hera’s throne,” he says slowly, glancing at you for confirmation.

You vaguely recall that story. “She sat in it and couldn’t get up,” you think aloud.

“It was a trade,” Percy continues. “Aphrodite’s hand in marriage for Hera. The shield for…”

One of us.

Oh.

“I’ll do it.”

He catches your arm as you start forward. “Wait a minute!”

“Whoever goes in there isn’t coming back,” you explain, brows set in a hard line.

“I know, that’s why I said wait!”

You yank your arm back. Percy’s face flickers with something you can’t read.

“You need to stay alive,” you say, stressing every word.

“So do you!”

You shake your head. “You have your mom. You have Grover. You have people who need you.”

The I don’t hangs in the air, unsaid.

He opens his mouth, then shuts it again.

I need you, he wants to say.

But he doesn’t.

“The gods chose you, Percy. This is your quest.”

This is wrong. This is so wrong. It’s cruel, and so unfair that they have to choose. Fuck this. Fuck all of this.

“This isn’t about that,” he protests, though he knows he can’t beat you. You’d always had a sharper tongue than him.

You unhook your dagger. He remembers the arch, only yesterday. Is this how you felt? This burning in his chest?

“It is. It all goes back to that prophecy. To fate. To the Fates.”

Your eyes burn with tears as you hold out your dagger for him to take.

He blinks hard. “This is wrong,” he says, voice wavering, and you’ve never seen him like this before. Always tough, always witty. Unserious, sure, but never afraid.

You push it towards him, and he takes it.

“I know.”

Your fingers twitch. You’d hug him, one last time, but you remember how he froze back in St. Louis.

So you don't.

You walk over to the chair, heart pounding. This is a death sentence. This is it. This is it.

“Hey, Percy?”

His head snaps up, lip tugged between his teeth as he holds back tears too.

“Go save your mom,” You say. “Save her, save the bolt, and tell Grover I’m sorry.”

You picture Grover’s face when he finds out what happened to you. You turn away, stand right in front of the throne. It glints in the swimming light.

“And if you have a chance, I don’t know, maybe swing back around here and try to get me out?”

He laughs sadly. “You think you had to ask?”

“Just making sure.”

You sit.

For a moment, nothing happens, and you're worried that you’d said all that for nothing. You’d feel pretty stupid.

And then—

“This is weird,” you say. “It’s warm.”

There’s fear in his eyes and your dagger in his hand.

Something snakes its way up your leg, smooth and fast. It feels like wax, almost, hardening over your skin.

“This is a bad idea,” Percy says, eyes tracking something at your feet. “Stand up.”

You don’t look at what he’s looking at. You don’t want to.

“I can’t.” Panic rises in your chest, fast and unwelcome, and you’d be shaking if you could move.

“y/n—”

“It’s okay,” you whisper, voice hoarse. The words don’t sound right in your mouth. Your legs are completely immobile. Your breath comes in short gasps. “I’m okay. I’m… okay.”

You look at him, trembling and still pretty damp, mouth open like he wants to say something.

Whatever’s seeping onto your face is warm and brittle. You stare hard at his eyes. They’re a shining blue. They’re afraid.

It’s the last thing you see.

a/n: sorry guys cliffhangers make me giggle ‼️ I’ll write another part If u guys would want me to !

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[draiys]

Hi, can you do a request with Jason Grace and reader when the two of them are dating and just spent a whole day cuddling in bed?

hi sry for taking so long w this ! it’s js a short drabble but i hope u enjoy ittt reader is gn

tw shirtless jason, mentions of being held against will (as a joke) wc ~500

<3

you curl into jason, still half-asleep. “why’re you moving so much?”

you throw an arm over his chest, fingers grasping his side as he continues to move.

“stop,” you drag out your groan, twisting the sheets as you desperately claw at him to still.

“i’m late!” comes a low morning voice, muffled by a shirt pulling over its mouth.

you grumble, rolling over across the bed to grab ahold of him as he stands.

“no,”

“no i’m not late?” he shrugs off your arm and you blindly reach for him again.

“you are late, but you can’t go.”

“why not?”

“because, then i’ll miss sleepy jason.”

you earn a small laugh, which you, in your sleep-deprived state, take as your sign to give up, staring at the ceiling.

the sounds of jason getting ready slowly fade to a stop, and the bed suddenly dips next to you. “i thought we were stopping me from leaving, no?”

“i gave up.”

a laugh pulls out of jason, and he sweeps your hair from your forehead.

“no reason?”

“because you’re not caving. you do know that’s what’s supposed to happen, right?”

he laughs again, and you hide your head in his hand.

“your laugh is really pretty,” you mumble. you can’t see him, but you’re sure jason is blushing.

he fidgets next to you, and you roll into his side. “aren’t you late?” your lips move against his shirt, which is oddly warm.

“hm?”

“to class, you–” you open your eyes, “you said, um…”

jason is not wearing a shirt.

“i said what?”

“um, i…”

you grab his side, pulling him down and pushing your face into his neck.

“you didn’t say anything. you can’t go.”

he laughs gently. “really?”

“really.”

“okay.”

you gasp, pushing off of him to stare at him in amazement. “excuse me?”

“i said okay.”

“are you okay?”

“what are you talking about?”

“what have you done with my boyfriend?”

a blush paints over his cheeks at the word.

“never mind, i guess it is you.”

he pushes his shoulder into your cheek. “shut up.”

you tighten your arms into a hug around him.

“so you’ll stay?”

“i will.”

he flips you onto your side, gently tucking you between his arms.

“this is why i wake up early, you know. so i won’t get held against my will by you.”

“i seem to remember you actively stating your willingness to stay.”

“which i did against my will.”

you ignore him. “so does this mean you’ve given me the power to,” pulling up your fingers into air quotes, “hold you against your will, whenever i want?”

he only hugs you tighter, which of course, you take as, yes.

<3

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[ameagrice]

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chapter twenty-eight | wide awake

percy jackson x fem! reader

Finney’s screaming echoes up the stairs and through the walls.

Rachel’s yelling doesn’t cease.

Your father’s crass words do not stop, weighing in on your heart at an astonishing amount of kilos.

The Caesars’ Jerk It Out plays so loud you know for sure that either your dad or Rachel will come up the stairs and throw open your door and demand you turn it off, that it’s making Finney upset. You won’t tell them, either of them, that your music is the least of baby Finney’s worries; his screaming parents are the ones hurting his ears.

Usually, you would rush to Finney’s side and pick him up where he’d be crying in his bassinet, desperate to make him stop in his distress. But lately, there is much less a longing to comfort him and more a longing for all of them to shut the hell up. It isn’t fair on Finney, leaving him in tears. But you’re tired of playing parent. You’re tired of playing mom.

The end of the song comes around too quickly, and you pause, waiting for the sound of footsteps. Drawers slamming echo from the kitchen below your bedroom, telling you they aren’t finished with their argument. Neither one will win—they will go to bed in silence, and wake up the next morning as new people; no apologies; no talking. They will just go. Go on.

It all started over a piece of pizza.

“Anyone else want the last piece?” You’d asked, reaching across the glass table for the last slice.

“No thanks, babe,” Rachel dismissed. The food aeroplane flew to Finney, and he giggled, chubby legs kicking in his high chair. One slipper lay abandoned on the cold tile floor, the other barely hanging in there on his chubby foot.

The night before the Big Move. Pennsylvania to New York City. Everything was packed up in boxes and cushioned with styrofoam and bubble wrap, ready to be transported across the country. New York, your father said, would be a good move for business and the family. The Upper East Side would be like your dream come true, he’d convinced you. You’d love it.

New York, he promised,

would

change

your

life.

In the later years to come, he had been right, not that you’d ever admit that out loud. In many ways, you were very, very grateful for your father’s selfish move. The idea of New York, at the time, was loud and scary, but it brought you to the next chapter of your life, filled in gaps you didn’t know existed yet, and bridged the way to new friends and family. You would forever be grateful to New York for all that it gave you and all that it stood for.

You fell asleep to the sound of a vase smashing, peaceful with violence.

—

Two years later, a summer in Australia once would have seemed like a dream. After a good few weeks at Camp Half-Blood, having made new friends and uncovered the side to you that always felt missing, a summer relaxing in Sydney felt right. Of course, the occasional monster popped up here and there as Travis had warned you they would; when you became aware of who you really were, the monsters became more aware of you, as well.

It was nothing you couldn’t handle, though: small creatures with gills and sharp teeth swimming in your toilet water, and a strange creature digging it’s way up from a beach’s sand to bite you. When they had been eradicated and sent back down to Tartarus, you could enjoy the rest of your days in confidence and peace.

“You should come up some time,” you lay on the floor of your room, on the phone to Travis. “It’s really nice here. My dad’s in a better mood, too these days. Rachel’s kinda moody but—Rachel? My stepmom. And Finney’s just—Finney? He’s my brother…”

At first, it was calm. Your dad seemed in better spirits, and Rachel liked her job. Finney’s first birthday had passed by without you, an occasion you thought would have affected you more than it did.

Your first night home, you slept soundly. Rachel woke you with your favourite pancakes and toppings. You flicked through the tv in your new bedroom and basked in the bright sunshine streaming through your open window. Australian heat was a different kind of heat, but one that was very much welcome, and your days became heaven on earth. Bright blue waters and sunny skies, and white sand so hot it almost burned your skin.

Only one thing spoiled your summer vacation—the moods you had forgotten all about, and ones you’d grown less accustomed to. Your father’s sudden snapping, and razor-sharp tone; his demands and never-ending list of chores.

“Why don’t you ever do the dishes?” You sighed one evening, as the sun began to set. “Or, like, look after Finney?”

“That’s a woman’s job, really,” he’d answered briefly, texting on his phone at the dinner table—something only he was allowed to do. “And the women take care of children. It isn’t much of a man’s job. Haven’t you noticed, yet, hon?”

The more the weeks rolled over, and September was drawing to a close. And things only grew more tense. After a whole day of watching Finney from dusk until dawn, your father also in the house, your striking point came at the sight of dirty dishes piled up in the sink, only straight after you had washed and put away the last ones.

“Oh, come on!” You exclaimed. “Dad, seriously?” You worded your next sentence carefully. “Could you wash up your stuff, please? I’ve got things to do. You’d be helping me out a deal, really.”

Only silence met you in response. From the kitchen table, in the open-plan area, Rachel raised her eyes from the baby to you, a warning.

“Rachel can finish the rest, then.”

Something struck your heart hard, and strangely, anger accompanied the feeling. “Why? They’re your dishes. We’ve finished.”

And, long story short, as per usual, an argument occurred. But this time, it involved smashed porcelain, and cuts across your bare feet.

The next morning, her car was missing.

“What’s going on with Rachel’s car?” You asked, standing at the dining table, plucking blueberries from the plastic bowl. Oddly quite was the house, much too early for Finney to be awake, and Rachel who slept beside him every night.

Dad flicked the page of his newspaper. “Head gasket’s gone. The garage said to just scrap the car.”

You nodded along, and walked away, as quietly as possible on the tiles. You couldn’t miss the uneasy feeling in your stomach, though, that something was horribly wrong.

The next weekend, you proposed an idea.

“There’s this thing in town I saw earlier,” you said, hanging around the end of the kitchen counter.

“Oh yeah?” Your dad looked your way, smiling briefly. He flipped over the bacon in the pan, sizzling away.

“Yeah, some pizza place. I thought we could all go out tonight, maybe? It’d be nice to get out for a while.” You watched his face for any changes. There weren’t any. Because he hadn’t been listening.

“Hm?”

You blanched. “What do you mean, huh?” You laughed it off, trying to make light of it. “I just told you!”

“Yeah…go grab the plates for this, will you?”

It didn’t come as a surprise to you when only weeks later, heading into late October, things went too far, and you called Travis Stoll for a bit of advice involving credit cards, plane tickets, and the act of stealing.

Days later, his birthday arrived. Around other family members, he was a changed man. You tried explaining to the one person you felt might believe you.

“He loves you,” your grandma squeezed you. “He’s your dad. All parents love their children.”

Into her shoulder, you mumbled, “‘Has a funny way of showing it.”

“That’s just your dad. He’s such a kind man. Of course he loves you. Don’t doubt it.”

You thought of the smashed window in your bedroom, and the dirty dishes in the sink; your plate of cooked food taken from your hands just because he wanted it—he’d take from his children first. Your thoughts turned to Rachel and her roses trampled into a mashed up mess in her bedroom, and Finney in tears.

“He doesn’t love me,” you shook your head. “That’s not love.”

—

The man in the leopard-print shirt sipping a can of coke looked up, unbothered.

Eyes wide with annoyance, you waved your hands about. “Where’s Chiron?!”

“Hello to you, too,” Mr. D. drawled. He flipped over a couple of cards on the table. Behind you, chaos roared. “How rude. Is that how you say hello to somebody?”

“Hello! We’re going to die! Where’s Chiron?”

Mr. D. considered it, tilting his head side to side. You wanted to scream at him, but that for sure wouldn’t get you anywhere. Dr. Thorn’s monsters were onto you, and you were outnumbered.

“About to die,” he mused. “How exciting. I’m afraid Chiron isn’t here. Would you like me to take a message?”

You looked away, unable to believe it. “We’re done for.”

Thalia, gripping her spear, shook her head. She looked more determined now than she had done the whole journey. “Then we’ll die fighting!”

“How noble,” said Mr. D, stifling a yawn. “So what is the problem, exactly?”

“The problem is that you’re an a—!”

“There’s this thing, the Ophiotaurus,” Percy cut in, literally barging into you to get into the god’s sight. “We think it’s…”

He went on to explain Bessie and his powers, and how you thought he was the creature which needed hunting down and killing, all this time.

You observed Mr. D. observing the cards in his hands. “Hmm. Is that it?”

“You don’t even care!” You screamed. Zoe hushed you. “You’d rather watch us be shot to death!”

“Let’s see; I think I’m in the mood for pizza tonight.”

You’d become so angry you practically buzzed on the spot. Percy pulled you to the side so quickly you almost got whiplash.

You considered channeling your inner-Ares and letting your anger go on the pudgy, old god, but before you could, Percy gasped, pulling you tight to him, back-to-back. You were surrounded by Thorn’s monsters, decreasing the space between them and your friends much too quickly for your liking. The manticore threw off his coat and transformed into his real self, chuckling in such an animal way that it sent chills down your spine.

“Excellent,” he said, eyeing the Iris Message. “Alone. Without any real help.”

“You could ask for help,” Mr. D. mumbled down your ear. Glaring at him from the side, you tried harder than you ever had to contain your anger. “You could say please.”

“The day I say please to you will be the day I’m on my deathbed!” You hissed. You felt Percy turn his head, ruffling the back of your hair. “There is absolutely no way in hell I will ever say please to you! Ares would have a better chance of being on the receiving end of my begging!”

Zoe readied her arrows; Thalia raised her spear, and Grover prepared his reed pipes. Percy’s elbow dug uncomfortably into your rib, and you knew then that Percy would not let any of you go down without a fight, without trying to protect you.

Though where the thought and the confidence in your best friend had come from, you could not tell.

Fury burned in your bones, and you were about to wave your hand through the misty air beside you, when you caught sight of Thalia, crying. And it suddenly occurred to you that this had happened before, to her. She had been cornered in life, and driven to her death by ignorance.

And if you were to let it happen again, if you were to let your anger and stubbornness get in the way, you too would die. There would be no saving Annabeth, no making it right with Rachel, and no last look at the best friend who you stood with back-to-back, trusting wholly in one another.

So you inhaled and exhaled quickly, and looked to Mr. D.

“Please,” you ground out, sure that every emotion showed in your eyes. “Please, help us.”

Of course nothing happened.

Your organs plummeted to your feet, and Thorn grinned.

“Seize Zeus’s girl. She will join us soon enough. Kill the rest.”

The men raised their guns, and something strange twisted the air. It was as if the pressure plummeted. Everything tinged purple—the sunlight, the ground, your skin, and everything smelled of expensive wine.

SNAP!

It was the sound of minds breaking at the same time. One of the skeleton men placed his gun between his teeth and ran away on all-fours. Another suddenly dropped to his feet as his bony body fell apart. The others followed suit.

“No!” The manticore roared. “I’ll handle you all myself.”

His tail bristled, but before he could make a move, the wooden planks beneath his paws erupted into grass and grapevines, wrapping around the monster’s body, growing and growing and wrapping until he was completely covered in vines and bright green leaves. The manticore was covered, and suddenly, all noise and movement stopped. And you knew for certain that somewhere in the vines and leaves and mess, the manticore was no more.

In silence, you all turned to Mr. D, rifling through his refrigerator.

“Well, that was fun.”

An eerie feeling had settled pretty quickly in your body. “How—why—how—”

“Such gratitude,” he rolled his eyes. “The mortals will come out of it. Too much explaining to do if I made their condition permanent. I hate writing reports to Father.” His attention turned on Thalia, hardening. “I hope you learned your lesson, girl. It isn’t easy to resist power, is it?”

Thalia blushed as if she were ashamed.

“Mr. D!” Grover was in awe. “You saved us!”

“Mmm. Don’t make me regret it, Satyr! Now get going, Percy Jackson. I’ve bought you a few hours, at least.”

“The Ophiotaurus,” Percy asked desperately. “Can you get it back to camp?”

Everyone waited for Mr. D’s reply, watching for an answer. He rolled his eyes.

“I do not transport livestock. That’s your problem.”

“But…where do we go?” You asked.

He looked at Zoe. “Oh, I think the huntress knows. You must enter at sunset today, you know, or all will be lost. Now goodbye! My pizza is waiting.”

Just as your small gang began to get itself together and get going, Percy spoke one last time.

“Mr. D?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You called me by my actual name. You called me Percy Jackson.”

“I most certainly did not, Peter Johnson! Now, off with you!”

He waved his hand, and his image disappeared.

All around you, the manticore’s men were still acting insane, and you figured you only had a while before they were after you again.

“What did he mean, ‘you know where to go’?”

Zoe’s face was the colour of fog. She pointed across the bay, past the Golden Gate. In the distance, a single mountain rose up above the cloud layer.

“The garden of my sisters,” she said. “I must go home.”

——

Sorry this one took so long, guys! What do you think of y/n and her dad’s relationship so far? I rewrote that part so many times. I’m interested in how you guys are going to perceive it. There is of course more to come for y/n and her family, and more to show for before her days at camp. There’s also more Percy scenes, more Travis scenes to come, and a whole lot of the sense of feeling like she belongs.

Thanks for reading ! :)

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[imthebadguyyy]

should I venture into the realm of percy jackson fics or...

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[notalotgoingonatthisinstant]

Going through my email to get back to answering the comments on my fics and omg u guys, there are currently 126??? I love my corner of fandom 💛 Thank you 💛

#my fics #young royals #mainly #but also #percy jackson fics

[makebelievegrilledcheese]

Which percabeth do you prefer?

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[httpskenobi]

(I'm sorry but my English is bad or difficult to understand! I was bored and thought I would write a little to pass the time. Here below is the dialogue of Logan Laurent, a character created by me in a discussion with his father, Hades. Logan's entire story was properly worked on to be consistent and there were no plot holes, maybe I'll bring it here in the future)

Good reading!

—— • ——

Facing Hades, my own father, I felt a mixture of anger, sadness and resentment bubbling up inside me. Shadows danced around us, echoing the tense atmosphere of the room.

— You could have saved her — I accused, my words cutting through the air between us.

Hades looked up, his eyes as dark as the kingdom he ruled. His expression remained imperturbable, but a spark of discomfort flashed in his gaze.

— Logan, you know it's not that simple. — His voice was serious, full of regret. I rolled my eyes, disbelief flooding my thoughts.

— Isn't it that simple? You are a god, aren't you? If he really was as powerful as everyone says, he would have found a way to save my mom. But you didn't do anything.

Hades seemed to falter for a moment, before trying to regain his fatherly composure.

— Logan, I couldn't interfere. There are rules that even gods must follow. A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

— Rules? One more excuse. You always find a way to justify your inaction. You could have done something, but you chose not to. You are as cowardly as any mortal.

My words were like daggers, but I was already tired of keeping everything inside. Hades may be a god to the world, but to me, he was just an absent shadow, unable to protect those he loved.

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[i-have-homework-but-i-still-here]

¿Alguien escucha cuando oro?

El día que nació Perseo el mundo se quedó en silencio Sin que nadie lo notara el mundo aguantó la respiración un segundo Solo la soltaron cuando el bebe lloro Y un terremoto sacudió un país y las mareas se elevaron sin explicación Poseidón, desde su palacio bajo el mar sonrió Su hijo había nacido

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Percy es enviado al pasado. Extraña a su madre y a su hermana Extraña la vida que pudo tener Extraña la normalidad que le fue arrebatada

Miente.

#percy jackson #percy jackson fics

[arggghhhsstuff]

forever obsessed with percy being weird. off-putting. strange even. a cryptid maybe. an urban legend if I may. my boy is the son of one of the oldest, most powerful gods, has been in FBI's records since the age of twelve, fought and won two wars against immortal beings, went to hell and back. I think he's allowed to be a little odd.

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[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

percy, aged 15: ....annabeth.....is sitting.....right next to me 😧 illegal😳😳 but.... i like it🤭??

percy, aged 16: OHMYGOD 😱😱 ANNABETH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM 🤯 ????😨 MOM PICK ME UP I SMELL SCANDALOUS😳😳 IM NOT EVEN LOOKING GOOD EITHER😭😭😭 lord forgive ME😭........yeah im having fun 😁

percy, aged 17: *sound of lock breaking at 3am*.......hey girlfriend✌️ yeah no worries come in 🥱 next time, knock maybe? ill open the window for you myself, just dont wake me up....yep ly👍.......k this is slightly annoying by now but i still love it 🥰

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[triptuckers]

I've got you - percy jackson

Request: yeah! "percy x fem!reader are on an unofficial quest together just before the big titan war (so set just before last olympian). idk what the quest is but basically reader gets injured during a fight w a bunch of monsters and percy goes a little crazy and does everything he can to protect her and once all the monsters are dead he’s super gentle and sweet w her??" Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  you're busy battling a handful of monsters when for a second it looks as if it might be your last fight. luckily, percy is there Warnings:  fighting, mentions of blood, injuries, swearing, angst Word count:  1K A/N: the show creators need to add grover's song from ep3 to spotify because it's been stuck in my head since wednesday. thanks for your request, enjoy!

gods forbid you're ever on a quiet quest.

you can't wait to get this over with so you can go back to camp and actually get a decent amount of undisturbed sleep.

the other kids at camp are probably spending their afternoon relaxing, or polishing their weapons, or sitting by the lake, or literally anything that's peaceful. not you and percy.

you're busy getting rid of at least half a dozen monsters.

percy's is in the distance, fighting his way through a couple of monsters. he's a blur of movement and you occasionally hear him curse or make a sound.

you know percy can handle himself. but it doesn't stop you from looking over your shoulder every once in a while, to check on him.

the second time you try to catch a glimpse of percy, it's a mistake.

you feel something sharp sink into your side.

with one swing of your sword you decapitate the monster, but not before his fang breaks off, still stuck in your leg.

'oh fuck.' you mutter as you see blood start to gush out of the wound around the fang.

but there's no time to rest. another monster lashes out at you, raking his claws through your shoulder.

you yell out in pain, getting percy's attention.

you drive your sword through the monster just as percy starts running toward you.

'fuck.' you mutter, looking at your leg.

well, that doesn't look good. you know demigods don't live long. but you would have liked some more time with percy. preferably when you don't have to fight monsters.

'y/n!' yells percy, who has nearly reached you.

'percy...' you say as he catches you before you fall to the ground.

'shit, hold on.' says percy. he carefully lowers you to the ground in his arms. there's a panicked look in his eyes as he looks at your leg.

he quickly reaches down and tears off a piece of his shirt.

'percy!' you yell, looking at a monster that's running towards the two of you at full speed.

with one swift motion, percy slices through the monster with his sword, then he drops it and turns back to you.

he pulls you towards him and wraps the piece of his shirt around your thigh, above your wound.

'how many behind me?' he says.

you look over his shoulder, quickly counting the monsters that are making their way to you. it doesn't look good. 'seven.'

'sorry.'

'wait, for what-'

you're cut off as percy pulls the knot tight, sending a sharp pain through your leg.

'fuck! percy!' you curse.

'I said sorry. stay here do not pull that out.' says percy, pointing at the fang that's still stuck in your leg. he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before turning around and charging the monsters.

you knew percy could fight but holy shit.

it's like he moves with unnatural speed as he works his way through the monsters, making sure none of them slip past him to you.

even more so, he makes it look easy. almost god-like.

when you overheard someone from your cabin say that he's the most powerful demigod of your generation, you thought "sure he's a poseidon kid, it makes sense". you hadn't really thought much of it.

to you percy had always been, well, percy.

he always makes you laugh with bad jokes and saves you a spot at the campfire. he'll walk with you to your cabin if it's raining so you wouldn't get soaked. he prefers to sleep with you next to him, claiming it's so he won't get nightmares, but you know it's because he just wants to use you as his pillow.

but as you see him fighting off the monsters, lashing out and stabbing them like it's nothing, you realise what others see when they look at him.

suddenly percy is in front of you again, brushing monster dust off of his shoulder like it's no big deal.

'you okay?' he says, kneeling in front of you. he reaches out to gently cup your face.

you're silent as you look at him.

'y/n?' he says, looking you in your eyes, brows furrowed.

'did I mention I'm like, really really in love with you?' you say.

percy smiles briefly. 'yeah you've mentioned it.' he says. 'how are you feeling?'

'lucky to have you on my side.'

'I meant your leg, y/n.' he says, moving so he can inspect your leg.

'still hurts.'

'that shoulder also looks bad.' says percy. 'listen, I'll pull the fang out and give you nectar but it will still hurt, okay? then we'll look at your shoulder.'

'alright, make it quick.'

percy nods, then hands you some nectar.

'want me to count down?' he asks.

you nod, reaching out to take one of his hands in yours.

percy wraps his free hand around the fang.

you take a deep breath and nod at percy.

percy looks you in the eye and gives you an encouraging smile. 'sorry in advance. 3... 2... 1!'

with one swift motion he pulls the fang out. blood gushes out of the wound and the pain is unbearable. you close your eyes and feel how percy gently pushes the nectar to you and you take a sip.

it tastes like the drink sally made for you when you visited percy's home for the first time.

you keep your eyes closed as you wait for the pain to go away. you can feel percy rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, comforting you.

'it's already helping.' says percy softly.

you reach out and wrap your arms around percy.

'it's okay. I've got you.' says percy, holding you close. 'we can sit here for a while, but then we have to keep moving, okay?'

'okay.' you say, feeling percy press a kiss to your forehead.

you're really glad percy's here with you. if it weren't for him, you're not sure you would have made it back to camp in one piece, or at all.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

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[gh0st-in-green-c0nverse]

sea salt

percy jackson & gn! reader — reader comes back to camp after a long summer away

tw - implied alcoholism (not of reader but of a parent)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Just call it fall. No one calls it autumn.”

The curb digs into the backs of your thighs, shorts not doing much for the growing chill.

“I call it autumn.”

“hm. Weird.”

There’s a girl who lives down the street from you, by the stop sign on the corner. She has eyes like chocolate and ribbons in her hair. Her name is—

“Penny, I don’t get why the leaves here never turn. They go from green to brown. It’s stupid.”

She takes a long, contemplative sip from her juicebox. “Weather ain’t cut out for it. It gets real pretty upstate, though. That’s where you’re going tomorrow, right?”

A beat. Right, the ‘boarding school’ you go to every school year.

“Yeah. Right. The scenery’s beautiful.” Penny takes another loud sip. “Apple?”

“Grape.” She shows you the box as if you needed proof. You wrinkle your nose.

“That’s—"

clang!

“Penny!!!!” Someone screeches. It echoes, bounces around the neighborhood in the fading light.

Her brother rounds the corner, bicycle helmet dangling from one hand, blood dripping down his knees.

“Holy hell,” Penny swears. She stands with an apologetic glance. “Have fun upstate. Send me pictures of the le—"

“Penny!!!”

You laugh. “I will! You better go tend to him. He’s clearly in critical condition.”

She rolls her eyes. “How dire.” But she jogs over to him anyways.

One by one, the streetlights flicker on. There’s a melancholy that comes with the dusk that you can’t shake.

Penny’s left her juicebox.

You start home.

.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

It feels like you’re suffocating the second you step through the front door.

It’s simple. Get the taxi money from the drawer in the kitchen, go back to your room, stay there until you can leave tomorrow. Just this one thing.

Just this last thing.

The floorboards creak as you walk through the kitchen. There are glass bottles and crumpled cans on the counter. You toss them in the bin and make a mental note to stay away from Dad.

The drawer sticks the first time you pull on it, so you pull again, harder. It scrapes open.

You grab a twenty and some change and concurrently nick yourself on the stapler. Blood wells. You hiss through your teeth.

Dad is in the living room on the couch, knocked out. His breath is sour.

You tiptoe upstairs. Just one more night. Then you can leave again.

.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

The door slams shut behind you.

You shoulder the duffel bag and close the trunk of the car.

“You sure this is where?” The taxi driver is a stern looking lady. Her hair is streaked with gray.

“Yep, I’m sure.”

You’re at the base of the hill.

“Really? Because there’s nothing here.”

“I’m meeting someone here,” you say, attempting a sure smile. “Thank you, though. I appreciate it.”

She stares at you for a moment, eyes narrowing. “‘Kay.”

The taxi sputters off.

You’ve never understood why they made the entrance to camp so damn steep. This sucks, this sucks, this sucks, muttered with every footfall.

The grass is making your ankles itch.

It’s all worth it when you cross the camp boundary, though. You can feel it, like a shift in the air. You breathe it in, feel the pressure in your chest start to dissipate.

Someone calls your name, excited and breathless. You turn and immediately are sent stumbling back by a blur of orange.

They smell like cut grass and salt. Not like sweaty salt, but like sea salt. It’s nice.

“Hey, Percy.”

He laughs into your shoulder, arms wrapped around your back.

“Hi.”

You let your head rest against his. Gods, you’ve missed this place. You’ve missed him.

Your eyes sting. The orange fabric at his shoulders bunches as you hug him tighter. He rocks back and forth on his feet but lets you cling to him.

You’re the one who pulls away first.

“You okay?” He murmurs.

He could feel the tremble of your fingers when they were laced behind his back.

“Yeah. Why?”

Percy searches for something in your eyes. You’re not sure what though. Maybe an excuse to pry about the watery sheen to them.

He doesn’t pry, though. Instead, he leads you back to the pavilion, hand in hand.

.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

By the time you’ve settled in, the sun is dipping below the pine trees. Yesterday at this time, you were on the curb with Penny. Now, you sit before a roaring campfire, the gloom of dusk chased away by kids giggling and music playing.

The smoke is sweet smelling. It draws spirals in the sky, dusty gray stark against orange streaks.

You’re somewhere off to the side of the benches. It’s too loud right next to the flames.

Percy’s shoulder is barely brushing yours.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t stay here for the summer.” His voice is quiet. It dissolves sweetly with the smoke.

“Me too.”

You can feel him turn to look at you, curls ghosting the shell of your ear.

“I missed you.”

You turn to look at him, to really look at him. There’s something sad behind his eyes, but it’s barely there. It flickers in the firelight. Maybe it’s what he saw in yours.

“Me too. It’s good to be back.”

You link your pinky with his and he smiles at you, sickeningly sweet.

It really is good to be back.

The fire roars. You let your head drop to his shoulder. Percy drops his head too, his cheek to your temple.

That night, you text Penny.

hey. you were right; the leaves are really pretty upstate. hope your brother survived. x

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[draiys]

cardig☆n

you drew stars around my scars

but now i'm bleeding...

luke castellan x child of athena!fem!reader

genre fluff / angst

warnings spoilers ig, but i kinda went off canon bc i haven't read it in a while (and bc i couldnt bring myself to write it) im sryyy, crying, mentions of being burned (but its not literal), my attempt at angst, kissing, mentions of not being able to breathe (but theres no like choking or anything), open-ended(-ish?) ending

wc 1k

a/n requested here ! i hope u like it :')

my requests are open !

☆☆☆

You used to think you knew everything. 

Sure, it sounds a little conceited, but it’s who you’ve been told you are.

Y/N has a plan. Y/N will know what to do. She always does.

No one ever thought to tell you that it was okay if you weren’t always exactly sure of everything.

And so, you’d risen to it. Always knowing, expecting, deciding. Everything.

But now, as Luke stands in the sand in front of you, rain washing into his curls, you’re not sure you’ve ever known anything.

“They don’t care about us.” He hisses. “Don’t you see that?”

His boot presses forward as he steps closer to you, his calloused hand reaching towards your cheek.

You pause for a moment, as if you’ll let him touch you, and you almost do, but step back quickly after as if his hand is a fire you’ve only just remembered will burn skin instead of a beautiful, twisting, orange arc.

“Y/N,” he whispers, but you’ve stepped back into another place, another time. A memory.

Of the only other time you’ve felt like you don’t know anything, calloused hands that reach for you, and a raspy voice whispering your name.

Luke.

You’re curled into the wall against your bunk, knees pulled up into your chest, tears tracing down your face.

And he’s smiling softly, his hand held out. 

“That is your name, right?”

At your nod, his smile widens.

You decide you like his smile, the way it pushes up his eyes into crescents, and so you take his hand.

He gently tugs you up and out of bed.

“I know it’s hard, but I promise it will be okay.”

You’ve heard that about a thousand times since you’ve arrived at camp, but you think this is the only time you’ve heard it that you’ve believed it even a little.

His fingers rub against your palm, and his hand is warm, and you look into his eyes. They’re warm and glowy and comforting, and you think maybe you’ll manage being in this camp, if he’s here.

Now, his eyes are the coldest you’ve ever seen, and a frown pulls the corners of his mouth down. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and you realize you’ve never felt scared of Luke until now.

He shakes his head slightly, and it’s Luke, shaking his head, grinning as Athena’s owl glows above your head. 

“I should’ve known you were too smart for us.”

You scoff, going to push at his shoulder, but he grabs your waist and you fall into his hug. You inhale, his cologne winding around you, and he lowers his head to whisper into your ear.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

You pause, arms moving tentatively to hug him back, chin pushing further into his shoulder.

A wave of emotion hits the inside of your gut, pulling your breath tight.

“Luke,” you breathe, and he pulls his head back to look at you. You can’t say anything, but he understands what you mean by his name.

I’ll miss you more. Please don’t leave me. I need you.

“It’s okay,” he promises, and he tucks your hair behind your ear, wiping a tear from your under eye, and you realize you’re crying.

He leans forward, and his gaze drifts to your lips, and yours drift to his, and suddenly they’ve connected, you’re not sure when that happened, but you pull him impossibly closer. You ignore the screams of the campers around you as you realize you’re kissing him. Luke, who took you and put you behind his back on the first day of camp, who’s listened to all your worries and sobs and laughs for a month that seems like years.

And you finally pull away, the need for oxygen coming up in your lungs, squeezing them because you can’t breathe, can’t think, you don’t know anything, who is he?

Luke frowns harshly, angrily, and you almost trip backwards trying to get away from him.

“I’m sorry,” you say again. But you’re not sure if you’re saying it to him or to yourself. You don’t know who he is anymore. Because this surely can’t be him, not Luke who kissed you and held you while you cried, who taught you to use a sword, patiently steadying your grip, who was the only person that told you it was okay if you didn’t have a plan.

“Luke,” you whisper, and he creeps closer, and you forget about the fire, and you let his lips burn into you.

☆☆☆

It’s been a month since Luke left, and you’ve never felt emptier, even before you met him. You’d been holding tightly onto the pieces of your heart, until he’d come and told you he would keep them safe for you. But now he’s left with all of them, and you’re even emptier than you were before. 

You’re a wreck, skipping meals and staying in bed instead of going to trainings.

You stare out the cabin window, at the starry night you and Luke used to sneak out to go lie underneath together.

There’s a knock at the door, and you stay unmoving, glancing at the clock. Whoever’s got a question for an Athena kid at 2am can come back in the morning. But then there’s a sound that makes you freeze. A short knock, and then a louder, longer, one. Like a heartbeat. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Your special knock, with him.

You’re not sure what compels you to get out of bed, pulling your sheets aside lazily, because it must be the worst idea you’ve had in a while. But you twist open the door, heart thumping like the knock as your breath catches over your throat.

The porch light shines down over the dark figure, face hard to see, but of course you’d recognize him anywhere.

“Luke,” you whisper.

All the coldness that lingered in his eyes is gone now, the familiar warmth taking them over again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry,” he says again, and you wonder if maybe the fire has gone out, and you pull him into a tight hug as he burns you.

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[ameagrice]

Capsize

chapter eighteen | a dream is a wish your heart makes

percy jackson x fem reader

Talking to Annabeth once during the summer, when you’d been thinking four times as hard as you usually did, she told you things you hadn’t known before.

Children of Athena were born from the thoughts of the goddess. You weren’t born like normal children were—the knowledge of which made you literally scream over the phone. You were simply thought up, and into existence. This meant most children were claimed at birth. Some, like you, knew of their mother. They knew what they were (or at least that they were different), and upon arrival to camp would find it easy to be sorted into their cabin.

You hadn’t had a clue. Your dad never explained it (though for a guy always invested in insurance claims and telephone calls, you weren’t surprised). But you couldn’t help feeling left out. Your mother gave her other children signs. Annabeth was scared of spiders (the same way you were), but Athena had guided Annabeth to Luke and Thalia. Cora had heard her mother’s voice in her head telling her to run. You had traipsed through life of your own accord, standing up for yourself and doing what you had to. There had been no guidance there. At times, looking back, you guessed maybe you hadn’t felt totally alone in things. But that was as far as it went. Your claiming at camp was the first sign of recognition that she must have been watching at some point.

Your dad wasn’t the outwardly loving kind. In terms of affection, you’d get a phone call now and again in Yancy, or an email with a smiley face at the end. You appreciated it. You took it as it came. That didn’t mean there wasn’t a void that didn’t need some kind of filler. Your heart was drying out, bones screaming for some kind of something.

And then along came Percy.

And everything began to change.

It was just that sometimes, you wondered where your guidance from your mother was. You almost craved it the way an addict craved drugs.

Which was why when you set your sights on the kids in the corridor, and you heard a woman’s whisper in your head, a shiver ran up your spine, and you spun.

Turn around.

You jumped viciously, walking backward into the kids and pushing them behind you. Dr. Thorn waited at the end of the corridor watching; you’d thought he was distracted, but apparently your plan hadn’t worked well enough.

Survival instincts had been a crucial part of many events in your life.

And they were strong right now.

Your body buzzed with demigod instincts, ready to fight. You pulled your knife from your jacket. You’d chosen it for its hold, and the shininess of its bronze-like colour. If you could distract him, and get the kids out of the way, your best bet would be to aim straight for the heart. The weapon was so sharp the point hurt just to look at, and your aiming skills had progressed insanely.

You had no doubt you could pull this off.

“Um,” Bianca shook behind you. “What do we do now?”

“We fight!” Nico exclaimed. You watched Thorn closely, not paying much attention to Nico. “My Zeus card—”

“Be serious, Nico!”

“You guys run through those doors,” you mumbled. You felt shifting behind you, so you turned to watch the kids take off. 

You never would be able to fully explain what it felt like to be slammed against a wall, knocking all the oxygen from your lungs. It almost happened like a blackout, so quick you couldn’t even understand at first that nothing had been in place to put you there. You yelped, body smarting. Bianca and Nico had stopped, looking back at you for guidance, and the doors they’d been running for slammed closed. Pain exploded in your shoulder, clogging up your throat, squeezing your intestines into nausea. You swiped the air with your dagger, but nothing was there. Just the feeling of a cold, heavy hand pushing on the front of your body, keeping you in place.

Bianca looked at you in horror, and then to Thorn. You wished you could tell her it would be okay, but feared if you opened your mouth now the only thing to come out with be vomit. 

You shoved forward in an attempt to dislodge the foot-long black spike that struck through your jacket and pinned you in place. An awful burning was taking place across your shoulder, beginning to run down your arm, hot and painful.

Dr. Thorn moved before you could see him. He was closer now, and Nico and Bianca were huddled together not far away. Bianca had Nico at her front, arms protectively over his shoulder and crossed at his chest. Thorn still looked human, but his face was ghoulish, something from a halloween horror.

“Thank you for coming out of the gym,” he said crispy. His voice had a slight French accent. ”I hate middle school dances.”

Your right mind screamed what, been to a few? But your survival mind said ABSNDKFNEKDKL!!!

You kept silent as he grew closer. Your arm tingled horribly, the sensation of pins and needles if the pins and needles were really jabbing in to your skin. 

WHIIIISH! A second projectile shot from somewhere behind Dr. Thorn. He didn’t appear to move. It was as if someone invisible were standing behind him, throwing knives. In the dark hallway behind him, you searched for something that would tell you what was going on. 

Bianca suddenly screamed, a shrill, cold scream, and you dreaded the worst. You turned your head—she’d moved next to you, and the thing had hit the wall just centimetres from her head.

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

—

You really didn’t want to let the kids know you weren’t doing so great. But Bianca looked at you and her eyes went so round you thought they might pop out of her head.

You chastised yourself mentally, nauseously.

Oooo, well done, idiot. Yeah, let’s run off without the others. You’re so smart. Definitely a child of Athena.

You walked down the halls, and wondered how on earth you were going to get somebody to help you. You’d come pretty much defenceless, you were hurt, and nobody knew where you’d gone. The four of you walked and walked, and you were beginning to grow desperate.

Until a whistle caught your attention.

Thorn stopped instantly and turned like he was about to proclaim the worst news on earth. Except he looked positively murderous.

“Which one of you was that?”

You shook your head. Your stomach spun. “Not me. I feel like I’m dying.”

“My poison causes pain, not death. Now move.”

He turned and began leading you outside.

The path he lead you down was snow-leaden and slippery. Some sort of instincts made you want to reach out and take Nico’s arm; he slipped over and Bianca pulled him up right away, before Thorn could notice. But vomit was in your mouth now, and you couldn’t move your arm. It turned heavy, a weight, and hot like you were leaning on a heat lamp, still being jabbed by invisible pins. You couldn’t have lifted your arm if you tried.

The path was dimly lit with old-fashioned lamps, casting a golden glow, and making the snow glitter. It would have pretty, you wished it was pretty. But truth was you were most likely walking to your death lest your friends came to the rescue. And, looking behind you, seeing nothing but dark woodlands, the chances were looking slim. 

“There is a clearing ahead,” Thorn announced. “We will summon your ride.”

You blinked. “What ride?” you tried to be brave, but really there was acid running up your oesophagus. “Where are you taking us?”

“Silence, you insufferable girl!”

“Don’t talk to her that way!” Nico’s voice quivered, small and childish. He was clearly very scared. But brave. 

Thorn made a growling noise. It sounded anything but human. Anything you tried now would be an attempt in vain. With your arm now turning numb and heavier, unable to move it, and two kids in front of you in your care, you began to let yourself panic. At first it was easy to hide your fear, but nobody had so much as followed you out here. 

You had led these kids right to their deaths. 

“Halt.”

In front of you was the edge of a cliff. It was jagged and uneven toward the end. Waves crashing and roaring could be heard. It smelled of sea salt and seaweed. 

Thorn pushed you first, a firm hand between your shoulders. Only then, after turning numb, did you feel an awful prickling feeling, the worst feeling you’d ever felt, across your upper body. You looked at your hand, something you’d only just thought of:

It was purple. Your hand was purple and swelling, and if your hand was, so was the rest of your arm. 

You gagged. 

Bianca gazed at you, looking concerned. You wanted to laugh. The roles were reversed here.

“You okay?” She asked. 

You nodded. Barely. 

“What is he?” 

You blew air from your cheeks. Your hair whipped every which way. “Honestly--”

“I’m scared,” Nico mumbled. Your heart ached.

“Stop talking!” Thorn bellowed. The three of you shut up. “Face me.”

You never had liked taking orders. Being told what to do and just doing it was not in your nature. Everything in you yelled fight back!!!

You glanced to the side. Waves still roared. 

“I dare you, daughter of Athena,” Thorn drawled. “Save yourself.”

How did he know?...

“What did he call you?”

“It’s an extremely long story, dude.”

“I would kill you before you even reached the water,” Thorn continued. “You do not know who I am, do you?”

Were you supposed to?

Something whizzed past your ear--another missile-thing. It flew so close that you jumped, and right into its line. It caught your ear as it passed, and you were left trying to hold down the next set of vomit. 

But something distracted you very, very quickly: a tail. A tail. 

You’re shitting me. 

“Unfortunately, Thorn said, “you are wanted alive, if possible. Otherwise you would already be dead.”

“Who wants us?” Bianca demanded. “Because if you think you'll get a ransom, you're wrong. We don't have any family. Nico and I...” Her voice broke a little. “We've got no one but each other.” 

“Aww,” Dr. Thorn said. “Do not worry, little brats. You will be meeting my employer soon enough. Then you will have a brand-new family.”

Employer? You racked your brain for the only person you figured could be behind this form of kidnapping. The only demigod who had turned, who wanted monsters at his side. 

“Luke Castellan,” you realised. “You work for Luke, don’t you?”

“You have no idea what is happening, daughter of Athena. I will let the General enlighten you. You are going to do him a great service tonight. He is looking forward to meeting you.”

Horror filled you. Those words could mean anything. You had to fight back somehow. You physically couldn’t...

It started with your attitude. 

“The General?” you mimicked in a terrible, off-putting French accent. “Oh, so scary. Just explain, already.”

“I think he will enjoy killing you, first,” he tilted his head. Goosebumps ran up your spine. “He does not have want for those who defy.”

In the distance, you could hear the turning of a helicopter and wondered just where the hell this guy planned on taking you. It hit you, all of a sudden, the determination to look after these kids. Strong in your heart. Your eyes didn’t move from Thorn. And his eyes didn’t move off of you. 

“Where are you taking us?” Nico asked.

“You should be honoured, my boy.  You will have the opportunity to be a part of a great army, just like that silly game you play with cards and dolls.”

“They’re not dolls! They’re figurines!” Nico spat. “And you can take your great army and sho--”

“Now, now,” Dr. Thorn warned. “You will change your mind about joining us, my boy. And if you do not, well...there are other uses for half-bloods. We have many monstrous mouths to feed. The Great Stirring is underway.”

The Great Stirring? Your first thought was a pot of homemade soup, and your dad’s wooden cooking spoon engraved with World’s Worst Cook! But figured now was not the time.

It did, however, help you to keep it in mind.

“What does that mean?”

“The stirring of monsters.” Dr. Thorn smiled evilly. “The worst of them, the most powerful, are now waking. Monsters that have not been seen in thousands of years. They will cause death and destruction the likes of which mortals have never known. And soon we shall have the most important monster of all—the one that shall bring about the downfall of Olympus!”

“Alright,” Bianca whispered. “He’s totally nuts.”

Anything to calm her nerves. “He’s totally on drugs. Probably Class A’s.”

“Class A’s?” She frowned heavily. You felt your expression change, though you could not put a proper name to how you were feeling. Maybe confused? Who didn’t know what Class A’s were? Surely in a military school setting, these children had been taught about drugs? Hell, you knew what they were even before school. 

Something was wrong. 

And the need to run was getting stronger. 

“Listen,” you whispered. You eyed Thorn carefully; he was looking out at the sea, for something. “When I say go, we jump, alright?”

Bianca’s eyes went wide. “What?” she laughed under her breath. “Great. You’re nuts, too.”

You didn’t have any chance to argue with her. 

A sudden force plowed into you, knocking you down hard. Your arm was in so much pain that the increased flare of it stopped any sound coming out of your mouth. Bianca fell on to you, injured side, and Nico on top of her, like a car pileup. 

But the distraction turned Thorn towards you three, giving what seemed to be Thalia and Percy the chance to attack him. You’d say for certain, but the pain was so blinding with Bianca pushing on you to stand that your head swam, inner voice and thoughts diminished instantly. 

So what was the alarming thing to bring you back to your senses?

The way Dr. Thorn’s arm changed from a limb to bright orange, huge paw. A tiger’s paw. It slashed at Thalia while Percy swung his sword with an anger you’d never seen before. He caught the back of Thorn, and he let out a yell of pure fury. He swatted Percy backward, and he hit a tree. But Percy had gotten him, and black blood dripped quickly to the snow. 

Dr. Thorn launched another volley of missiles at Thalia. Ahh, you thought. That was how he did it. 

He had a tail—a leathery, scorpion-like tail that bristled with spikes at the tip. The missiles deflected off Thalia’s shield, Aegis, but the force of the impact knocked Thalia down.

Grover sprang forward. He put his reed pipes to his lips and began to play—a frantic jig that sounded like something pirates would dance to. Grass broke through the snow. Within seconds, rope-thick weeds were wrapping around Dr. Thorn's legs, entangling him. 

 Dr. Thorn roared and began to change. He grew larger until he was in his true form—his face still human, but his body that of a huge lion. His leathery, spiky tail whipped deadly thorns in all directions. 

 “A manticore!” Annabeth said. You hadn’t seen her appear, so out of it. Her invisibility hat lay next to you on the ground. With one hand, you tried to stand, slowly. 

“Who are you people?” Bianca di Angelo demanded. “And what is that?”

“An absolute bitch,” you groaned, finally standing. 

“A manticore!” Nico gasped. “He’s got three thousand attack power!”

Thalia was still fighting Thorn, in a back-and-forth match that seemed to go on. A figure behind Thorn, by the trees, caught your attention. Percy, you realised, almost forgetting that he was there.

While Thorn was distracted. 

In your weary state, arm feeling like it was no longer a part of your body, you didn’t recognise what was happening until it did. Percy sprinted over to you, almost sliding off the edge of the cliff. You practically collapsed on him, hating yourself for this. 

“Hey, let me see. Dude, I swear if you don’t give me your arm.”

“Can’t even feel it at this point,” you mumbled. Percy grabbed you and with your good hand you swatted at him. 

“Oh. Oh. Ew. Dude. What are your thoughts on limb loss?”

“Don’t say that!” 

“It’s blue!”

Thalia seemed to be yelling at Thorn. The Di Angelos looked terribly alarmed. Thorn was shooting spikes this way and that, and Grover was desperately trying something. At your side, Annabeth patiently (if not a tad worriedly) tried to take to the kids.  

Behind you, the sound of the helicopter was much, much louder. Your hair began to blow violently, and then you knew: it was right there. 

Annabeth yelled. Thalia was on the ground, defeated, watching dazedly. Grover lay, eyes closed, in the snow. Thorn prepared to shoot. And Percy dropped you instantly. Your knees hit stones. 

Percy skidded to his own knees when you did, in front of Thalia, shield raised. 

Thorn laughed cruelly. “You are defeated, half-bloods. Give in.”

He went to strike. 

A hunting horn blew and rang in your ears. Everyone fell silent, watching; waiting. Thorn turned his head slowly in the direction of the horn. 

“No. It can’t be--”

His sentence was cut short when something shot toward him like a streak of moonlight. A glowing silver arrow sprouted from Dr. Thorn's shoulder. He staggered backward, wailing in agony.

Your hair whipped about, knees smarting. The helicopter lights lit up the area. 

“Curse you!” Thorn cried. He unleashed his spikes, dozens of them at once, into the woods where the arrow had come from, but just as fast, silvery arrows shot back in reply. It almost looked like the arrows had intercepted the thorns in mid-air and sliced them in two. You watched, captivated. No one, not even Apollo's kids at camp, could shoot with that much accuracy.

The manticore pulled the arrow out of his shoulder with a howl of pain. His breathing was heavy. Percy swiped his sword, but Thorn wasn’t so taken aback as to be unaware of his surroundings. He knocked Percy aside.

“The Hunters!” Annabeth called, amazed. 

Finally, you felt. Someone’s here to save us all.

“Permission to kill, my lady?” About a dozen girls came from the woods, armed with silver, heavy-looking but slim bows and arrows, all glinting and shiny. This one girl at the front held her weapon at the ready, armed well on Thorn. 

When you first started out at camp, the idea of killing anything was wildly disgusting. Now, though?

Kill him. Get it over with. 

“This is not fair! Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws!” Thorn roared.

“Not so,” a girl who looked younger than you spoke confidently but coolly. She had bright auburn hair and fair skin, bright eyes. “The hunting of all wild beasts is within my sphere. And you, foul creature, are a wild beast. Zoe, permission to kill.”

Thorn growled. “If I cannot take one alive, I will take them dead!”

It happened before you saw it coming. Thorn leapt at you, and you both tumbled in the snow. He was so much bigger than you, and with your arm the way it was, you could nothing but try to pry him off you with your free hand, kicking violently. You screamed and he yelled, spit flying. You were so close to the edge of the cliff. Your heart dropped. 

The others around you screamed and shouted. 

Thorn was thrown off course. You lay on your front, hands flat in front of you, holding yourself up as much as you could while gasping for breath, as someone was on his back. Annabeth.

Her blonde braids whipped her face, but it didn’t put her off. She jabbed Thorn with a knife, and he let out the most unhuman sound ever heard. 

“Get back, half-blood! Get out of the line of fire!”

“Fire!” Zoe ordered. 

“No!” Percy. 

Arrows flew. They caught Thorn in the chest, and one in the back of the neck, missing Annabeth by inches. He turned terrifyingly fast, visibly angry, growling. “This is not the end, Huntress! You shall pay!”

And, at the edge of the cliff, Thorn fell backward off of it, plummeting to the sea and rocks. You heard a scream--was it you? You’d reached your hand out at some point. 

Annabeth went with him. 

Thalia and Percy Grover rushed to the edge, too close. 

Above you, a boom sounded. Looking up, all you were witness to was a flock of black birds flying off, the helicopter gone. 

And then there was silence.

The one called Zoe spoke first. “You,” she seethed. 

You managed to roll over, sitting up. Your pants were soaked with snow. 

Your fault. Your eyes drifted to Percy still sat at the edge, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, just watching the water below. Your fault.

“Zoe Nightshade,” Thalia’s voice shook with anger. “Perfect timing, as usual.”

Zoe scanned the rest of you. “Five half-bloods and a satyr, my lady.”

“Ah, yes,” the younger girl said. Her own silvery eyes scanned the scene. “Some of Chiron’s campers, I see.”

“Annabeth!” Percy yelled over the edge. “You have to let us save her!”

“I’m sorry, Percy Jackson, but your friend is beyond help.”

Percy tried to get to his feet, face like thunder, but two of the Hunter girls held him down. Thalia watched Zoe with anger in every inch of her body. 

And that was when you noticed Grover. Your attention drawn solely to him. He was walking to you, mouth twisted sadly. He knelt beside you. 

“You okay?”

You barely nodded. 

“Can I?...” 

You wanted to say no. Having people start touching you was not on the agenda. But, like Percy had said, your hand was frozen-blue, veins pronounced and purple now. And Grover just wanted to help. 

You’d never much liked Grover. But things like these, kindness like this despite the past, put things into perspective. In the end, you were all fighting the same thing, working together. 

So, you could still feel iffy about him (and not even have to have him as a friend) but any help now would be beneficial for you. 

You said yes. Grover helped you to pull off your coat and sweater, leaving you in your tee. The wind bit your skin. As far as you could see, the poison had spread to your chest. 

You didn’t have a choice in the embarrassing thing to happen next:

Your eyes rolled back. 

And you fell unconscious. 

—

The sun warmed your skin. It wasn’t unusual for Australia, but considering the thermometer on the wall above the television told you it was into the hundreds, you were surprised you didn’t feel hotter.

“Your dad’s pretty cool.”

You jumped. Something nagged in the back of your mind.

“Yeah, he’s alright. Has his moments.” You answered without having to think, like it just came to you.

Turning your head to the side, you were surprised but also not to see an older boy lying on the opposite sofa, legs stretched and ankles crossed over the armrest. Sunlight passed through the mirrored wind chime in the window and sparkled lighter dots across his face, drifting this way and that gently with the wind from the fan on the wall.

His jaw was so sharp you swore it would have been able to cut your hand if you touched it. And his skin was so bronze, tanner than you knew somehow it had been for a while. His shirt rode up. Your stomach fluttered at the sight, and the boy grinned cheekily. You knew that smile.

Percy’s black hair was a mess, like he’d ran his hands through it. And those goddamn eyes, as bright as they could get, almost shone green. His arms settled behind his head, and some soft, calm Lofi music played from the radio on the black-tinted glass table between you both.

“I-uh—” you had to swallow before you choked on your words. “We should go to the beach before it gets too late.”

When you looked down on autopilot, able to feel everything like it was real life, your shirt slipped down, like you’d pulled it up a little beforehand. A loose, almost see-through white with tiny embroidered flowers in soft yellows and greens.

“I love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You blinked at the edge of the sofa, unable to move.

“Do you not always?” You weakly retorted, in an effort to not let on to how affected you were by his words.

You didn’t have time for his answer to reach you.

Because you woke up.

And everything came back.

So…what did y’all thing of that :\

I wrote part of this on my laptop and the last half on my phone whoops :D

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Do you guys ever think,

when Percy dies, Grover will die at the same time. But unlike the others, they'll never be reunited in Elysium because Grover's a satyr who never get into Elysium, they turn into a tree.

And, if Annabeth is outlives Percy, she won't just grieve the love of her life but one of her best friends as well, one of the first people who believed in her, outside of luke and thalia.

One more thing, When Percy dies at least Annabeth will know she gets to see him again in Elysium but she'll also have to live with the knowledge that she'll never see Grover again even in death.

And if you don't want to think abt this, then:

Then don't think about her throwing away the collection of tin cans she and Percy probably kept for Grover.

Don't think about her using something from a tin can and thinking "I'll save this for Grover" and then realizing she'll never get to give it to him.

Don't think about her never being able to eat blue food or enchiladas again.

Don't think about her and Juniper holding each other and crying.

Don't think about Juniper momentarily hating Annabeth for getting to see her husband after she dies before forgetting all about her anger because they both lost their loves, damn it!

Don't think about Annabeth "Always Six Foot Ahead" Chase knowing death is approaching and making a list of what she wants to be burnt with so that she can give them to everyone who she has ever cared about. Adding "Tin Cans and Enchiladas" in the list before breaking down again.

Don't think abt Percy reaching Elysium, being greeted by all of his friends, looking around for grover before registering why he wasn't there.

Don't think about him mourning his best friend, his brother even when in Eternal Paradise.

Don't think about it.

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