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captainremmington-13 · 1 month

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, sadness, and lonliness

A/N: the next part is gonna include capture the flag ;))

As soon as you heard the yelling, you were certain that someone had died.

The sensation that washed over your body confirmed your suspicions. Your powers always told you when a being was truly dead and beyond saving. However, this time, it felt slightly different. The being’s life had been halted, but not ended. They were no longer aging, but their soul remained in their body.

Putting down the blanket you were folding, you slipped on a pair of worn-down sneakers and left Cabin 11. Walking down the stairs, you internally hoped the scene wasn’t too gory. Even if you were the child of death itself, you weren’t a fan of seeing people mutilated.

Just by listening for a moment, you could tell that the chaos was occurring at the border of the camp. Putting two and two together, you realized a new camper must have arrived. You’d seen several demigods try to get inside the safety of the camp border’s, and lose their lives in the process.

But as you approached the hill where several other demigods were crowded together, you saw two kids who were very much alive. The more baffling sight, however, was the large pine tree at the highest point of the hill that definitely hadn’t been there before.

You tapped Will Solace on the arm, making him jump slightly. Ignoring his reaction, you asked, “What in Hades is going on? Where did that tree come from?”

“Uh…” Will said, scratching the back of his neck. “Three demigods and a satyr were being chased by monsters as they approached the camp border. One of the demigods, a daughter of Zeus, sacrificed herself to let the others get to safety. It seems that instead of letting her die or saving her, Zeus turned her into…” He gestured at the tree. “That.”

Typical god behavior. When they try to help their offspring, they only make their lives worse.

“That’s unfortunate,” you said to Will. “I don’t think there’s much we can do.”

“Yeah,” Will replied awkwardly. “Try not to worry about it. We’ll get the two new campers settled into Cabin 11 as soon as we can. You can meet them then.”

Understanding that he wanted to end the conversation, you simply nodded and walked away. You had learned to recognize the signs that signaled when people no longer wanted to be in your presence, and Will was exhibiting several of them.

But that was alright. You didn’t really feel like sticking around anyways. You were your own best companion.

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“Hey, uh, is the top bunk taken?“

You looked up from painting your nails to see a boy standing in front of you. He had curly brown hair, a lean figure, and brown eyes that had a mischievous glint in them. He was holding a small backpack, which likely contained all of his personal possessions.

“That’s Kalia’s bunk. You can take that spot over there.” You pointed to a twin-sized mattress squished in between two bunk beds.

“Oh…okay.” The boy set his backpack down on the mattress and sat down next to it. “So, are you…you know, a Hermes kid too?”

You laughed without humor. “Do I look like one of Hermes’s spawn?”

The boy flinched. “No.”

“You have your answer then.”

He sighed. “I suppose it’s for the better that he’s not your father. He’s completely neglected me all my life.”

“All of the gods do that to their demigod offspring,” you said. “Except for a rare few. And even then, the most their children get are occasional visits and favors. Some of the gods choose favorites, which causes chaos here at camp.”

The boy nodded in acknowledgement. “That seems frustrating.”

“It is.”

“So…if you’re not one of Hermes’s children, are you unclaimed?”

You shook your head. “No. My father just doesn’t have a cabin, so I’m stuck here.”

“And who exactly is your father?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that your answer will probably scare the boy off. But you decided to be honest. If he can’t handle the truth, that’s his problem.

“Thanatos, god of death.”

Instead of going pale and quickly looking away, the boy gave you a small smile. “Cool.” He stood up again, walking over to your bunk once more. He extended his hand.

“I’m Luke. Luke Castellan.”

As you shook his hand firmly and told him your name, a genuine feeling of warmth grew in your chest.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d found someone who didn’t treat you like a walking time bomb.

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You took it upon yourself to show Luke around camp the next day. This shocked everyone, as you usually didn’t converse with anyone for more than a few minutes at a time. You and him spent the entire day together, and even ate dinner side-by-side at the Hermes table. It was the most time you’d spent with just one person in ages.

You explained to him the unspoken rules of the camp. In order to prevent being messed with, you had to prove that you were worthy. Glory was extremely important, and could be earned by winning Capture the Flag or going on quests. And protecting your cabin’s honor was of top priority. If another cabin somehow slandered yours, you had the right to retaliate (even though Chiron and Mr. D didn’t approve).

The more you interacted with Luke, the more you liked him.

Luke adapted to his new environment extremely well. He quickly established a reputation as an excellent strategist and seasoned fighter. Apparently, he had been on the run since he was nine, and picked up a myriad of skills along the way. He was particularly good at picking locks, which wasn’t surprising.

He also made friends quickly. His charming personality drew in every person he interacted with. He was witty, ambitious, and made good conversation. Plus, his impressive abilities made him a useful ally.

After he settled in, you expected him to forget about you. He had more popular, less terrifying companions.

But he didn’t. In fact, he became your closest friend.

Despite being different in a variety of ways, your personalities blended like a dream. He appreciated your dry, subtle sense of humor, and encouraged you to always keep improving. And you admired his mischievous nature. He’d even gotten you to lighten up a bit, and become less adverse to participating in group activities.

You slowly learned more about him, and he learned about you. You both assumed it would scare the other person off, but that knowledge only brought you closer together.

But most importantly, you both quickly learned that together, you were essentially unstoppable.

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#luke castellan #luke castellan series #luke castellan x you #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #luke castellan x reader #demigods #thanatos

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pardon-me-what-the-fuck · 17 days

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Underworld siblings bonding about how beautiful death is would be such a nice topic to explore within the context of Thanzag and Anubico and having the goddess of blessed death as their sister(Macaria)

Every other person sees death as an ugly thing, the figure who takes their loved ones away, someone who took some people too early from this world, something that took chances away from people. Same thing with funerals, where people come to say goodbye for the last time to their loved ones, to never see and hear them laugh and enjoy life. But not Nico and Zagreus,

Zagreus thinks death is beautiful, majestic, gorgeous even, despite him dying a couple hundred times, he was head over heels in love with death, and he definitely agrees with people who say death is similar with love, because both looked really handsome and dateable, especially death.

Nico on the other hand was heavily interested in funeral rites and embalming, he finds the idea to preserve a loved one through ways and rituals that vary across the globe and pantheons to be interesting, which led to his encounter with the egyptian god of funeral rites and embalming.

And the pair of brothers, along with their sister, Melinoë, adored their older sister, Macaria, especially Nico, who lived the longest as partly mortal. Macaria showed Nico that even though death can seem cruel, but it can also be blessed and peaceful, such as death of old age, and even heroic deaths since she also helps guide those who died a heroic death to elysium or the Isles of the Blessed

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24kmar · 1 month

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𝔇𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔰

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #pjo series #pjo tv show #Thanatos #Daughtera of thanatos #Thanatos cabin #Cabin 29 #☆𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡☆#Spotify

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 7 months

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YOOO WHATS UP??? HOW ARE YOU??? I was wonderinggg if you could do Thanatos dating hcs?? (If you can could you do daughter of hades? It’s totally good if you don’t too!!)

LOVE YOU<33 TAKE CAREEE<333

God Thanatos x Dating Daughter of Hades.

Dating death itself comes with its perks, for one; he´s hot asf. But also, let’s not forget death does not have a proper gender, so it can be whatever you want. (Ill be using he pronouns for this mainly)

Thanatos is willing to change his appearance to make you happy and to fit your preferences, he’s not directly a God but he is an immortal being and he can tell what type of things you like.

Every single thing he does it goddamm attractive, – I wouldn’t be surprised if you fainted.

He is not experiences with love completely, but he understands it because, “Death and love are similar in a lot of ways.”

Let’s say you are a daughter of Hades, this would be a plus! Going Underground with him to check things out, “romantic” (more like scary) boat rides across each river (he’s willing to give a tour). He might even let you slip into Paradise and see what it’s like there.

He likes saying things telepathically to you and he enjoys making you jump in surprise when he comes out of nowhere.

Whispering in your ear makes you feel funny and flustered.

If you flirt, he will give you the most dashing smile ever that lights up the darkest room.

He has no shame in saying things as it is and can tell what you are feeling.

Unfortunately, he can also see into your past – you know when life flashes before your eyes, – Thanatos controls that and can see it.

Another downside is that he is super busy. Luckily enough, he can split himself into many copies. So technically he’s there, but also not there.

He knows your dirties secrets and will smile and pretends he doesn’t.

Loves being seen as a mystery.

He does dress up for dates, wearing a nice suit to go with his whatever atmosphere or vibe he wants.

Hades knows about the relationship, not only because Thanatos is one of his workers but also being a daughter of Hades would mean that he would force skeleton soldiers to watch the two of you at all times.

Shadow-travelling can have its perks, you can follow him anywhere. But you feel weak and exhausted after circling the whole entire globe, and Thanatos will tease you and say that “your time isn’t here yet”.

In public, mortals would stare at him a lot, but if it bothers you, he will snap his fingers and turn himself invisible.

Let’s not forget he has wings and is willing to carry you and let you touch the feathers.

His love for you is very passionate and deep. Cupid really did his job here – but you most likely fell for Thanatos on your own, so Cupid didn’t do anything.

He would help his lover understand the way of the world, showing you secrets. He would keep you safe and almost hold your hand – guiding you throw the dark.

He wouldn’t let his lover die, completely. If you wish to be reborn, he will meet you in another life. If you went the fields of punishment, he would make your sins less painful. If you went somewhere safe, he would visit. If you wish for it, he might even be able to find a way to make you immortal.

His demeanor is somewhat distant and almost cold – but being obsessed with work does that. He guides people down to the afterlife.

His love would be eternal, but in Greek Mythology we know most immortal beings never stay true –

Having a crush on the daughter of hades, would make things interesting. Popping up out of nowhere after watching you, giving you red flowers and say something cheesy and outdates. He clearly hasn’t kept up during these centuries. But he is charming.

A sense of understanding and closeness would be a given since both are associated with the Underworld.

Both of you would be aware that life doesn’t last forever, valuing the present is important.

If you’re scared of death, he would comfort you and explain that it is peaceful. He would make sure your death is the most peaceful – since he is the son of Nyx and Hypnos.

Both being powerful forces, would make the underworld shape in fear if either got angry.

Boatrides across rivers and oceans, like that scene in Tangled.

He would associate you with either life or light.

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immortallylightbird · 1 year

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Prompt #3

Danny is Thanatos au

Danny's been alive for years now, millennia even. Well, not fully alive but you get the point. He's met many gods and demigods, and other Greek creatures.

So when Hades comes to him with a moody teenager, he can't help but sigh. Of course, now he's a babysitter. At least he gets to mess with these demigod camps.

Nico is very confused on why his dad dumped him with the god of death, but at least he gets to prank the others.

(ships, headcanons, and whatnot are up to you! Preferably taking place between/in Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus)

(I would also love to see mentions of other mythology series Rick has done, like Kane Chronicles)

#dp crossover #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom #danny fenton #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #dp x pjo #pjo x dp #heroes of olympus #hades pjo #Danny is Thanatos au

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yonemurishiroku · 5 months

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My final is less than a day tomorrow and i just read 77k w of murder gory Thanatos/Harry Potter fanfic in which the latter have a child at. what. 11?

#gods help me #pjo x hp #thanatos (pjo)#nico di angelo #percy jackson #will solace #hazel levesque #thanatos/harry #harry potter #annabeth chase

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dandelion-blues · 7 days

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The Souls of Death

Intro:

Lord Death's soul fragment split in two. One was Death the Kid, and the other would become Percy Jackson after the twin fragment was taken from Death.

Death, though, won't rest until his other child is found. If only the fates didn't need a son of Poseidon to be born more powerful than just being demigod would allow.

PJO x Soul Eater Crossover fanfic

Chapter 1: Twin Souls

Lord Death walked into his mirror dimension. Light and dark reflected off and bounced around the room in a chaotic kind of order. It was a culmination of the pure dark dimension to the light of the world outside the mirrors that shone its way in.

The mirror dimension was home, and only shinigamis could ever access and be able to survive in such a space. Here, Death could shed his masked form and allow his true form to rome. There isn’t a truly accurate way to describe in words how Death went in and out of corporal forms, like a misty shadow that swelled around the dimension, or Death was a solid dark matter coalesced in a small fragment of the dimension. Or the way sometimes stark white bones formed out the being like a jagged crown amongst his form. Death just simply was.

Death sighed, and his form condensed back into a smaller, more solid form. “It’s time.” The deep sound reverberated around the dimension like a whisper about the wind, even as no air ever entered this realm.

Death formed bony hands from his dark form, the skeleton digits reaching into his body, and from within, he grabbed a vial which contained the most precious and valuable thing he kept safe and hidden within himself.

Death gasped, though, when he looked at what was in the vial, and his form split apart and merged together while his hands turned into shadows.

The fragment of his soul that he separated from himself after Asura…

It became two twin soul fragments of himself!

Death didn’t account for the small fragment he carved from himself to split into two, but it did. His void-like eyes went large in shock, and he exclaimed “Twins,” in his high animated voice he uses around his students.

He cleared his nonexistent throat, and he formed a skeleton frame that was wrapped around shadows, and stroked his skull chin with his bony fingers with his free hand as he examined the two twin souls in the vial, “Well I can’t say I was expecting this, but maybe this will be for the best.”

Death opened the vial and carefully put the soul fragments into his palm, cradling them like they were the only thing that mattered in the world. “My children. I have so many hopes and wishes for you, but more than anything, I just want you to live. My part in this cycle is ending, and it's time for you to start yours.”

“Alright, I can only start with one of you at a time, so which one of you twins wants to be older.” Death says in his animated voice.

As expected, neither shard answers, but Death still chooses the shard on his right. “Hmm, you want to be older, alrighty! I’m just going to put your sibling back in the vial for now while I start forming your body.”

In the vial, the soul fragment on the left goes. Except that Lord Death made the mistake of setting the vial and soul aside instead of storing it once again in his shadowy form. After all, nothing but shinigamis could enter the Mirror dimension, right?

Lord Death needed all his concentration and much of his power to craft a body for just one fragment to reside in, and he couldn’t afford to split his attention by doing them both at the same time.

And so he crafted a human-like but immortal body for his child to inhibit. He crafted it around the small soul fragment of his child.

Death learned his mistake last time and wanted his child, his children, to learn like mortals, to grow like mortals. Thus, in his hands, he crafted the body of a baby. He painstakingly created all the necessary organs and veins and cells that are part of the human body. Of course, he improved upon the mortal body for his child and made it so a shinigami could inhibit the body.

Finally, he made the child’s appearance, from the eyes and skin and hair. Death may have been thinking of his first child when he created this one, and oh, he wanted another boy!

Finally, the first vessel was done for the first twin, and the soul fragment started to merge with the body. A soft glow lit up around them, and three pure white sanzo lines appeared on the right of the baby’s pure black hair. The baby, then, opened his eyes, and pure gold looked up and met the now golden ones of his father’s and he took his first breath.

“My son,” Lord Death whispers, his voice like shadows, and as he looks upon his son who looks so much like a version of him (when he’s eyes reflect the sands of time, and his body is as pale as a corpse), but instead of being ravished by time, his child is little, a kid.

And oh, that’s perfect! Death just decided on his son’s name and speaks it aloud, his voice filled with love and shadows, “Death the Kid.”

Death, however, was so enraptured by the tiny miracle of his son that he didn’t notice three ladies entering his domain.

The first was a young woman appearing in her twenties, and with her soft tan hands, she carefully took the vial with the other twin soul in it, a golden string spooling from her finger. Careful not to make a sound.

The second appeared in her forties, and she measured the string from her sister’s hand.

Finally, the third sister was an old woman in her eighties. Her hands weathered and worn, and she held the end of the golden string. And she watched as the golden string mixed with green. Though in her other hand, with her great shears, she did not cut the string.

It was time for other things.

Finally, Death took notice that he wasn’t alone in his domain, and he looked furious. Though he didn’t feel fear, he could never feel fear again.

He carefully held his newborn son in a shadowy limb, and from his body, great shadows burst forth and tried to latch on to the 3 ladies. However, they evaded him, even as he covered his entire realm in shadows.

“WHAT ARE YOU?!” Death bellowed. He knew these 3 weren’t witches. No, their souls, if he could call them that, were more like strings spooling into a great big tapestry that connected to each and every soul in and outside of the dimension. It was too much, and Death couldn’t see them if he focused on their souls, and he blinked their souls out from his perception.

The three ladies laughed. The laughter reverberated from all around.

“We are what was,” the youngest sister said. Her statement already felt years old. A distant memory, though an immortal like Death is hardly phased.

“We are what is,” the middle sister says. The statement echoes around forever in the present.

“We are what will be,” the oldest would say. Her voice like a vision that Death couldn’t quite understand just yet, but he understood enough from the other two to get it.

The three stare at Death and say all at once,

“A son of Death turned to a mortal for thee,” They laughed as they held the string that was overtaken in lovely golden green.

“If only we didn’t need a son of the sea.” Their voices crashed around like screams. It sounded like they were drowning.

“LET GO OF MY CHILD NOW!” Death echoes, his voice shaking his domain. Even the outside world felt Death’s rage. The mirrors of the outside world did not reflect any light, for darkness consumed their visage. And shadows grew darker, nights drew on longer, and madness seeped more into mortal’s souls.

The three sisters smiled, but their grins were twisted, and their eyes shone with glee.

“He’ll be back before the ascendance of his brother.” They pointed at the hidden Death the Kid, laughing all the while Death screamed in rage.

“But not before he holds the weight of the world of another.” The ladies' promises echoing around the realm, their voices echoing like the boom of thunder.

And just like that, the three ladies vanish, gone with Death’s soul fragment in their wake.

Death screams in fury. The world is shaking, for Death is on a path of vengeance. Madness seeps into people's skin. It curls around in their blood, and it infects their hearts.

And a wail is heard. It’s soft, but the voice stops Death in his tracks. His shadowy form condenses, and gold eyes overtake his void.

Death hurt his son. He infected him with madness. Death collapsed, his new solid from falling down to his created floor in his domain.

Death pulls his shadowy limb that cradles his son in close and checks over him. His baby’s eyes were slightly crazed, but there was recognition when he looked upon Death.

Death sighed in relief, his breath like darkness itself.

Death hurried to fully conceal his madness wavelength, but his son was still exposed to the full brunt of his madness and power while he was not even hours old. It would likely have ramifications for the rest of his life until he was able to access the full of his shinigami powers.

Death didn’t know how this would affect his son, but he would do his best to help, for he was the one who did this to his son. Even if it was only for a minute, it was a minute where his son was fully exposed to Death's divinity.

Now that Death knew his son would survive even if there would be ill effects, he turned his furious gaze outside to the mirrors of the world and located any visible Weapons and Meisters.

Death might be trapped in the confines of his city, but his weapons and meisters weren’t and they were going to find his other child.

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They couldn’t find his child. Death’s child was nowhere to be found, and there was no trace of the three ladies.

Of course, Death never told anyone that the three ladies weren’t witches, nor that the bright shard of light was a fragment of his soul, his child. But he gave avid descriptions of what they were searching for, as well as listed the missions as the number one priority across to all people Death commanded.

Everything else was put on hold for this for months on end. Meanwhile, Death stayed in his mirror realm with his newborn son, accumulating Death the Kid carefully to life and to fighting off the worst effects of the madness.

No word, no sighting, nothing. Those bastards had stolen Death’s child, and they succeeded!

Death stewed in his fury. He wouldn’t rest until the crones were nothing but blood and guts stomped and ripped apart by his own hands.

For now, though, Death knew he needed to resume the hunting of kishin eggs across the world, and he had to prioritize the child he already had, as much as that hurt. It needed to be done, and Death reluctantly allowed the normal missions to proceed, though his child’s retrieval was still listed as a top priority.

The world slowly but surely recovered from Lord Death’s madness wavelength, Weapons and Meaisters still continually fought witches and kishins and reported to Lord Death, and new students were being brought to Death Weapon Meister Academy. Slowly, the mission of retrieval faded to the background, but Death could never forget. His rage would never lessen until the three ladies were dead, but for now, he has Kid to keep safe.

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The three ladies returned to one of the many worlds they influenced. In this one, just as they entered a small cabin by the beach side, a pregnant woman was peacefully sleeping.

This was Sally Jackson, who was just shy of being 8 months pregnant, and she was about to have a miscarriage.

The ladies, however, could never allow that to take place lest they lose one of their favorite worlds to mess with.

The youngest-looking one still holding the vial with Death’s soul fragment carefully unscrewed it. And she dropped the soul onto her palm.

The youngest smiled and spoke. Her voice would have sounded sweet if her grin wasn’t so sharp, “Their beautiful.”

The soul didn’t like the lady, and the soft hum of their resonance quieted.

“Now now Clotho, we don’t have the time for this,” the middle sister scolds, her voice grating like the crashing of metal.

The youngest rolls their pure black eyes, “Lachesis, you know as well as I that we have plenty of time.”

The middle scowls, her eyes like an explosion of light and looks to the oldest, “Atropos, tell Clotho you don’t have time to waste.”

Atropos inclines her head, her pure white hair falling down her wrinkled face. See looked to the youngest, but there were no eyes in her sockets, as if they’ve long since dried and shriveled up, “It’s time.”

The youngest then gains a serious look on her otherwise mischievous face, and instantly moves over the pregnant woman's stomach, just before she is about to have miscarriage, and she forces Death’s soul fragment into the still soulless unborn child of Sally Jackosn and Poseidon.

The soul fights, but they are too weak still to fight against the fates just yet.

Atropos smiles with no teeth, the gums of her mouth dry, ‘This soul is perfect. Already proving a challenge.’ Her sisters had similar thoughts on the matter.

Death’s soul fragment, then, sinks into the body, and the soul and body merge together as one.

It’s only a mere moment that the baby’s soul leaks out their divinity before the fates seal the baby’s soul into a mortal form. A moment before the sisters sealed the unborn baby’s lines of sanzo and most of their inheritance as a fragment of Death’s soul.

However, it was in this moment that caused the three sisters known as the fates blink out of sight from a mortal's and even immortal’s eyes, as Sally starts screaming in the moments after their sealing took place.

Though Sally would no longer have a miscarriage, the baby could no longer stay in the mother’s womb. The once pure divine soul has already done too much damage to the mother’s body.

Moreover, this wasn’t just any mortal being born. This was a god that was being born. Even if the baby was born a mortal god, it was too much for a mortal to take.

Still, Sally prayed to Poseidon in her anguish, fearing she was losing her baby. Ever selfless in her endeavors. Poseidon appeared frantic and looked over to his lover in fear.

“The baby!” Sally screamed, her body already bleeding.

The fates watch as Poseidon helps Sally through her birth. The fates hide the divinity being broadcasted from the small birthing room that would have shone like a supernova to an immortal’s eyes. The fates watch as the seas grow choppy, hurricanes and storms are birthed, the ground shakes, and deaths are given prematurely around the world as the father and the child cast their through divinity to the world.

‘It’s funny,’ Clotho says to her two sisters in their minds, ‘How a child so tied to destruction and death is also tied to creation and life.’

‘Indeed.’ Lachesis agreed back, as the three watch on as a new god is born. A god that would have killed their mother in death but gave more life to her instead.

‘That’s why we chose him after all.’ Atropos laughs, already loving the child’s chaos that he will bring all for the loyalty that was always tied to his very soul.

‘Yes, he is perfect isn’t he.’ Clotho smiles as she watches the mother hold their chosen one.

‘Perseus, a perfect name.’ Lachesis agrees, watching as Sally names her son destroyer.

‘Indeed.’ Atropos states, for a destroyer can be many things.

Then, the fates leave the small family of three. Already loving the past, present, and future planned for the child born from three.

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I don't know about you, but I really love this! I can't wait for Death the Kid and Percy to meet later!

Also, Lord Death, he's furious and protective. Great combo for a god, imao.

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whateverurmomwants · 1 year

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Okay correct me if i’m wrong but,

Harry potter held all 3 deathly hollows, correct? And by doing so, the person will become the master of death, right?

And we know that the god of death in greek mythology is Thanatos?

So, if Harry actually knew about it (because i don’t know if he does currently) then he could theoretically meet Thanatos in the underworld right? And he would get the chance to meet Thanatos?

Well, i want a book. One where Nico Di Angelo, Son of Hades, Ambassador of Pluto, Ghost King, meets Harry Potter, Chosen One, Golden Boy, The Boy Who Lived, in the underworld while they meet up with their respective gods.

They would both be wary and surprised of each other because ‘who else can stay alive in the underworld and leave and come back?’ Then they would slowly start seeing eachother more and more, and they are like, ‘what IS he doing here?’ And so they start asking around about each other, going ‘who’s that emo dude who walks around everywhere? No not that one, the one who is still alive and has the aviator jacket sometimes?’ Or ‘Hey, You. Who is the guy that has the lighting bolt scar? No, not blondie he has a staple scar. I am talking about the black haired one, you know, with green eyes?’

They would learn from the ghosts and others who they are and then they would see eachother and then BOOM A LOVE FANFIC OR JUST FRIENDS IDK BUT PLSSSSSSS

#harry potter #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #master of death harry potter #master of death #underworld #thanatos #harry potter x percy jackson

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justonemorechapternicercy · 2 years

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PCPWeek Day 4 - Royalty

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⚠️ Warnings: incest, weird negotiations (?), mild sexual content

Ever since the future Consort arrived, his Prince wasn't the same. It was as if his Prince, his future King, his half-brother lost something precious. The warm light had left his sea-green eyes, and the smiles he offered freely before were washed away by somberness and sadness.

Percy didn't know how to help him.

"How are you, Tri?" Percy asked. He shouldn't be so informal with his Prince, but ever since he was brought into the palace when the late King found out about him, he was at Triton's side every day and every hour as his personal servant. They grew closer naturally. Not like brothers - it still blew Percy's mind that basically, he had royal blood in his veins -, since he wasn't raised as a prince, not to mention as a possible successor, but as friends.

Sometimes bordering on more.

"I just…" Triton said, trailing off. He was standing in front of the window, eyes following the dark form of his future Consort.

"Tri, your mother was asking me to tell you to seek out your betrothed. She wishes you to get into the marriage as friends," Percy said. When Queen Amphitrite is not able to reach his son, redundantly, but always relied on Percy. She could never get used to seeing him, the proof of her husband's indiscretion being around her, but she couldn't deny the bond between her son and the bastard son of her husband. Percy was glad for it. She could have made his life a living hell.

As Triton turned around, there were storms in his sea-green eyes, and Percy could have swooned. He always adored the intensity of his Prince. "You ask me to do that? You ?"

Percy sucked his breath in, biting into his lips, trying to not show his hurt. As Triton's eyes softened, he assumed he wasn't so successful at that.

"Yes, Tri, I ask you. You should spend time with your intended. Maybe you'll like him," he whispered. Triton stepped closer, and closer. Percy was stumbling back, until his lord caged him against the stone wall, one hand next to his head, the other caressing his blushing cheeks.

"Why do you want me to play pretend? Why are you so content with this situation?" Triton asked softly, but his voice was hard and cold as the stone behind Percy's back.

"I'm not content!" Percy snapped, then turned his head away from Triton's intense gaze. "I'm not… but I always knew there could be nothing between us. That you will always be with somebody else. And I want you to be happy…"

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Percy," Triton sighed, half lovingly, half mockingly, tilting his chin up with a finger. Percy felt dizzy at his closeness and involuntarily closed his eyes, offering his lips to his lord, for the long-awaited kiss.

But it never came. Instead, Triton moved away from him. He opened his eyes, awkward, and self-conscious, just to see his Prince staring at him with unreadable eyes, armed crossed in front of his chest.

"Sweet Percy…" the future King whispered, almost tasting the words. "If you think I could be friends with my betrothed, then go. Go, and befriend him." Orders never really came from Triton, so when they did, there was nothing Percy could do to make him change his mind. Yet, Percy had to try.

"But…"

"Go!" Triton said, and the door opened in front of Percy.

Go he did.

-*-*-*-

Percy wasn't lying when he told Triton he was sure the price and his future husband could be good friends. He already met with the other prince before, and Thanatos was very impressive. Handsome and charming, kind and proper. Somebody who could be a proper King Consort.

"Lord Thanatos," he bowed.

"Rise, Percy, you know you don't have to bow in front of me," the prince said, smiling softly at him, making him strangely flustered.

"I am sorry, Lord Triton is still not well, he is unable to accept visitors," he lied, as he did every day for almost a fortnight.

"It's alright, sweetness, I expected it by now," Thanatos murmured, and Percy felt his face color yet again. These princes…

"I am really sorry. But he wishes to befriend you through me. I will be glad to be a messenger between the two of you," he leaned forward to bow again, but gentle touch on his shoulder stopped him.

"Don't bow," Thanatos reminded him, and regarded him with a contemplative stare. "He wants this, doesn't he?"

Percy was mostly sure the prince was talking to himself, but he nodded.

"Good. I am happy to be your - and his - friend ," he said, putting an emphasis on the 'friend' part.

"My Lord," Percy said-questioned, but didn't receive an answer, just an enigmatic smile.

"Now come, my friend, I wish to see the garden." Before Percy could protest, the prince was already leading him, one warm hand firmly on Percy's shoulder.

-*-*-*-

It took longer than he expected, the sun was already gone behind the mountains before Percy found himself in the palace, twirling a little pink rose in his hand. He wished to just disappear into his room to slow down his fluttering thoughts and heartbeats, but before he could reach the corridor that lead to his quarters, he stumbled into the waiting arms of his Prince.

"I see you are already being very friendly with the prince… I tried to find you, but you disappeared for a day," Triton chided him. Or, he didn't, he said it normally, but to Percy, it felt like he was being reprimanded.

"I'm…"

"It's okay, I ordered you to do it," he said, brushing a finger along a petal of the blooming flower, standing inappropriately close to Percy.

"It's yours!" He rushed to say. "Lord Thanatos sent it to you, with his wishes to get well." He offered the rose, timidly holding it in front of himself.

Triton took it, holding it in front of his nose to smell the intoxicating scent of the flower, just to gently slide it between Percy's ear and head.

"No, I think you should keep it. It suits better on you."

"My Prince," Percy whispered, mouth slightly open, flushed bright red. Triton touched him one last time, boldly running his fingers through Percy's hair, and the servant felt weak in his knees. Every time Triton did something like this, Percy felt like falling into an ever deeper pit, from where he could never get out.

He felt lightheaded as he moved away from his Prince.

"Percy," Triton called before he could get farther away. Turning back, he found the prince closer than he expected. "I want you to give a message to Thanatos."

Percy felt something in his chest aching at the request, at Triton's uncharacteristically nervous and hesitant voice.

"Of course, anything you need." Triton's eyes softened and stepped even closer. Before Percy could do anything about it, the prince cupped his face into his big, strong, warm hands, and-

Percy was frozen in one spot.

He waited for this for so long, yet it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly, he wasn't sure how to respond. When he continued to just stand there, frozen, Triton pressed into the kiss almost desperately. Percy gasped, opening his mouth to accept the frantic kiss, bringing his hands up to bury his fingers into Triton's hair.

The prince pressed him to the wall, never once breaking the kiss, not stopping nor slowing, snaking his hands around Percy's waist, to pull him as close as he could. Percy moaned at the feelings, but at the same time, he felt like a bucket of water was thrown at him, bringing him back to reality.

"Wait," he hissed, remembering who he was, what he was doing with whom, and especially where. Thankfully, Triton pulled back, giving him space to catch his breath, but his intense, burning stare never left Percy's shivering form.

"You can give the message to Thanatos, right?" The prince asked, smirking, stepping back, lips so red, so puffed up, Percy could barely tear his eyes off them.

"Yes," he said, breathless. "Sure. Anything," he breathed, not even knowing what he was talking about. He just knew he had to get away. "Bye!"

He barely made it back to his chambers without being seen, without turning around and throwing himself into Triton's arms, but somehow he managed to do it.

Throwing himself on his bed, he touched his lips, pressing his fingers against the tingling shadow of the kiss. Heart beating fast, blood pumping furiously, he pressed his palm against his lap and moaned.

He could hardly undress himself fast enough.

-*-*-*-

"I have a message for you, my Lord," Percy said bravely, swallowing harshly.

"What did you bring for me, my sweet?" The prince asked, drawing Percy close, making him sit beside him, and Percy couldn't stop the blush to spread over his whole face. "What a pretty sight, this must be an interesting message, for sure," Thanatos said, fascinated by the red-faced servant.

Percy swallowed again, breathing in and out to gather his bravery, then he did it- he kissed the prince.

It was just a small kiss, only a peck, finished quicker than a heartbeat, but it sent tingling all over his body.

Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into Thanatos' darkened eyes. They were not furious. No. They were full with want.

"I see," he noted. "Then I have a message for him too," he declared, pulling Percy into a longer, softer kiss. His hands were gentle, more gentle than Triton's, but when they pulled away, the look in his eyes was similar.

"I…" Percy croaked.

"Will you give the message to him?" Thanatos asked, and Percy nodded, dazed. "Right. Now that we are over this, what do you say about riding out? I heard the surrounding area is worth visiting and I want to explore my new home."

-*-*-*-

Getting closer to Triton's bed-chamber filled Percy with a mixture of intense feelings. His steps were unsteady, but the knock on the prince's door was anything but.

"Come in," Triton said, dressed in his nightclothes, looking soft and inviting, too good for Percy's weak heart.

"My Lord," he whispered. The look in Triton's eyes sharpened, and the soft smile turned into a satisfied smirk.

"I said, come in."

When Percy was inside, and the door safely closed behind him, Triton touched his face gently, lovingly, and as Percy's eyes fluttered closed, he kissed him.

"That's not fair," Percy whispered. "I had to give you a kiss as a message from your betrothed."

"Mmm," Triton murmured. "Then please, give me the message," he teased.

Percy blushed but didn't back off. He stood on his tiptoes, and forward he did.

"What an exciting news. You were right, maybe I will like him by the time we get married," the prince said pensively. A wicked look moved into his eyes.

"But I think we'll need to agree on one last thing." Percy felt them moving, but it was a surprise when he fell on Triton's bed, the prince crawling on top of him, with hunger clear on his face, his cock pressed against his own.

Percy couldn't speak, couldn't think. He just let the feelings wash over him.

-*-*-*-

"What do you bring, little messenger dove?" Welcomed Thanatos Percy in the morning, after a throughout bath that washed away the night's secrets.

As it was common in these days, Percy felt color rush to his face, thinking about what happened the night before, and what would happen in the near future.

"Are we going to be disturbed for something?" Percy asked, making sure they had time uninterrupted.

"No. Unless there is something unexpected, I'm not waiting for anybody," Thanatos replied, raising an eyebrow in interest.

"Good. Okay. Good." Percy inhaled and exhaled. Thanatos' gaze ranked over the figure in front of him, resting his eyes on Percy's neck, where skin meets the soft material of his shirt.

And the place that was Triton's favorite spot to claim. Oh.

Percy's hand immediately shot to his neck, as if he wanted to hide the redness, but there was no hiding from Thanatos' eyes.

"I'm expecting a quite interesting message," he commented in a mild tone, slowly approaching the boy rooted in one place.

"My Lord," he tried to bow his head, but a finger stopped him from doing it.

"I told you before," Thanatos whispered, before he claimed Percy's mouth as his. "Where's my message, sweetness? I want it," he growled, and Percy yielded.

Even if the two princes would be the death of him…

He wanted them both.

"I can give it to you on your bed," he confessed, before kissing the lord, nothing like he had done before. Not as a message, not during their little visitation outside of the palace's confines. It was hard and full of desire like the one Triton gave him the night before.

After all, he was just the carrier of the message. He had to make sure it was throughoutly given, exactly as it was in the original.

-*-*-*-

With the last message given and received, Triton was ready to meet with his betrothed, just the two of them eating a nice dinner - and Percy as their chaperone, to his utter embarrassment. After doing indecent things with both parties, being an impartial chaperone felt like a joke, a mockery.

He was standing near as they feasted, watching them trying to find a common ground. It was tense-

Until the "messages" were mentioned.

"I believe we have something in common," Thanatos mentioned, swallowing the red wine, gaze finding Percy's.

"Mm, yes," Triton followed his eyes. Percy was burning from inside at the crossfire of those looks. "I feel like we are on the same page with the marriage, after all."

"I quite agree. I already feel like I know so much about you, and how our life in the future will be," Thanatos nodded.

Standing there, between them, was getting too much to handle. Hearing them talk about- what? Was it about him? Percy was mostly sure it was about him, but how could that be? There could only be two people in a marriage, right?

"Mm… When you wed to me," Triton started, "this common ground is going to be the part of our marriage. You understand me, don't you?"

"Absolutely," Thanatos nodded seriously. "I wouldn't wish it otherwise."

"Good." Triton stood, the screech of the chair as it was pushed back was loud in the quiet room. With careful steps, he walked towards Percy, and pulling the servant with himself, they got near to the still sitting prince.

"He is ours," Triton declared, and Thanatos nodded.

"He is."

Percy could do nothing about it. But it wasn't like he wanted to. He was more than fine with it.

#pcpweek2022 #percy jackson #triton #thanatos #tritercy #thanatos x percy #triton x percy x thanatos #pjo ficlet #kinda lemon

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percys-tits · 2 years

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bestie how dare you forget about beautiful thanatos (affectionate)

i mean ive been kinda on a dad craze recently if you couldnt tell and thany baby aint one so…

HOWEVER look at him

Absolutely drop dead gorgeous. like he has a fucking eight pack and is probs like nine inches soft ngl

not only that but he seem chill. like his vibes are great and he seems very emotionally available which is one of the most sexiest quality someone can have. he would 👏treat 👏percy right👏

percy deserves a good man that will be there for him and also could crush a cantaloupe with his biceps

also love that the wiki points out that thanatos is a virgin. #exposed. it would be that classic whore/virgin plotline (if you know, you know)

#ask #percy x thanatos #thanatos #thancy

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captainremmington-13 · 1 month

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 - 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: attempted murder, swearing, parental neglect, overall sad vibes

A/N : this post is to set up context for the rest of the series (i have to set up the lore so everything makes sense lmao). this is my first time writing for luke, i promise i’ll get better at it with time :))

you essentially grew up at camp, having arrived at the young age of five

monsters began creeping their way into your life ever since you learned to speak. death seemed to be drawn to you.

first was the dracanea disguised as a nanny that tried to eat you while your mother was out of the house (she was a florist that prepared bouquets for funerals). you only survived because the dracanea was interrupted by your mortal older brother. when he saw you on the ground with the nanny about to wrap her hands around your tiny throat, he screamed so loud that the dracanea fled immediately. he then called the cops on her, but she’d long since disappeared. you were only three at the time.

the final straw was when an Aeternae attacked you on the preschool playground. it lept out from the large bushes near the fence and nearly ripped your face off. you would have died if your teacher, a satyr in disguise, hadn’t scared it off.

your preschool teacher, Mr. Maciolli, escorted your to camp the next day. he had a long talk with your mother, who didn’t put up much of a fight to keep you at home. you attracted trouble that she had no time to deal with.

with that, you were uprooted from your normal life and transported into the world of the Olympian gods.

you were the youngest camper by far. the older campers took you under their wing, helping you adjust to camp life as best as they could. they gave you a wooden sword and taught you the basics of combat. they made sure to keep you away from anyone who could cause you harm. and most importantly, the many unclaimed demigods that you met while staying in Cabin 11 taught you that the gods didn’t give a flying fuck about their kids.

though it was difficult at first, you were happy. sure, you missed your mom sometimes, but you reminded yourself that she hadn’t been interested in keeping you around anyways.

your first five years at camp were relatively peaceful. you developed your personality and learned your likes and dislikes, just like any “normal” kid.

however, there were occasional incidents that were absolutely unexplainable.

the worst one of all was this: a son of ares kept throwing pebbles at you while you were supposed to be picking strawberries. no matter what you said, he wouldn’t quit. after a particularly large pebble hit you in the back of the head, you turned around and screamed “stop it!”

the kid immediately collapsed, his skin turning pale. the other campers rushed him to the infirmary, and the apollo kids immediately got to work.

they concluded that his heart had stopped. he had been dead to the world for almost a whole minute. if not for the nectar that had been poured down his throat, he probably wouldn’t have made it.

campers did their best not to anger you after that. nobody could explain what had happened, but clearly, you had caused the son of ares to have a close brush with death.

you were claimed by Thanatos, the god of death, at the age of ten.

your social life turned on its head after that.

basically everyone except for Chiron and Mr. D avoided you like you were the walking Black Plague (which you kinda were)

after getting claimed, your powers increased. you could touch a small plant and kill it instantly if you wished to. wherever you sat, the grass would wither around you. you could even kill small animals with a simple touch (only if you wished it to die).

nobody wanted to risk crossing you and getting killed. so nobody tried to get close to you. they would say the occasional “hello”, but that was it.

you grew to resent not only your father, but all of the gods. they had everything, it seemed, while you had nothing. they didn’t even have the heart to check in on their own children.

you learned to thrive without any companions. you spent your days sparring against invisible enemies, building muscle, and developing stamina. you rarely conversed with the other members of Cabin 11, staying in your bunk in the far corner of the cramped space. during your down time, you killed flowers, dried and pressed them, and used them to make collages.

things were relatively stagnant for awhile.

until you turned fourteen.

at age fourteen, luke castellan arrived at camp, and changed your life forever.

Thank you for reading! Pls let me know what you think in the comments!!! I plan on making this a series, but I’m not sure how I’m going to format it yet. Stay tuned for the first official installment!

Let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist!

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson #percy series #rick riordan #pjo series #pjo tv show #charlie bushnell #demigods #percy jackon and the olympians #the lightning thief #thanatos #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x you #luke castellan series

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triptuckers · 4 months

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heyy i just read your headcanons for percy x child of zeus and it was so good!! i was wondering if you can write headcanons percy x child of hades??

omg I was literally on a rant today about how hades is one of the most decent gods out of all of them I love him YES I can do that !!

I feel like people would be even more hesitant and afraid of a child of hades than a child of zeus

because, you know, he's god of the dead and all that

you have to constantly remind people that he's god of the dead and not death

"no that's thanatos you don't want to cross paths with him he's not very fond of demi-gods, but hades is a pretty reasonable guy actually"

but there have been so many stories about hades people don't really believe he's not that bad

so at some point you stop talking to people about him

or at all

you pretty much keep to yourself

it's nice given that you have the cabin mostly to yourself

(nico isn't at camp that often)

but it can also be lonely

percy noticed it one day when you were having breakfast by yourself at the hades table, not talking to anyone

so he got up from his own table and joined you for breakfast

(dionysus did not approve but percy doesn't care lol)

and after that you always have breakfast together

and lunch

and dinner

percy is very sweet to you and makes sure everyone always includes you

during capture the flag one day you pulled some pretty cool moves which earned you the other team's flag

that's when people really started to see you as just another camper

they talked more with you and helped you with developing new skills

the apollo kids taught you archery (even though you aren't that good at it)

you played strategic games with the athena kids to develop "critical thinking skills" as annabeth called it

whenever you were doing something with one of the cabins percy was always around

he was secretly a bit proud to finally see you interact with the other campers

and he would still eat most of the meals with you at your table

sometimes nico joined you as well if he was at camp

if nico was there he was most likely to be joined by will

which then attracted some of the other apollo kids

it usually ended with a bunch of different campers sitting at your table

you always sat next to percy

you liked spending time with percy outside of the meals as well

the two of you often stayed at your cabin or percy's

or you'd watch percy in the lake

you team up during capture the flag (and always win when you do)

during campfire nights you always sit next to each other

percy loves it when you lean against him if you're tired

even though you're tired you'd stay there after most of the others had gone to bed already

it reminds you of the time no one really talked to you and percy was the first person to share a meal with you :')

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