#this is supposed to be the BIG FINAL BATTLE and the forces of CHB are... a bunch of 12 year olds playing?

[eileeny]

No one talks about a PJO and HOO/Hamilton crossover, like, ever Pt. 1

Consider: 

Aaron Burr, son of Nemesis (unclaimed), as Luke 

Thomas Jefferson, son of Zeus, as Percy 

James Madison, son of Athena, as Annabeth bc he’s the other half of the friends-to-lovers trope and Grover bc he’s Awkward 

Theodosia Bartow, daughter of Tyche (unclaimed), as Grover bc she’s the third wheel and Annabeth bc she’s connected to Aaron/Luke 

Martha Wayles, daughter of Poseidon, as Thalia 

Maria Lewis, daughter of Aphrodite, as Silena 

John Laurens, son of Ares, as Clarisse 

Dolley Payne, daughter of Hades, as Nico 

Imagine: 

Aaron and Theodosia finding each other before even making it to CHB 

People saying it’s a haven, but to them it feels more like a prison, only compounded by their unclaimed status 

Aaron watching as claimed campers get quests and not understanding why he, one of the oldest and most experienced campers, doesn’t 

Theodosia doesn’t mind staying at CHB for the most part, but she chafes under the stereotypes given to unclaimed campers 

Kronos giving Aaron an opportunity to make something of himself, and Aaron accepting without telling anyone, even Theodosia 

Thomas arriving at CHB in much the same fashion as Percy, except this time it’s Poseidon’s trident that’s been stolen and his sister, not mom, that’s been taken 

Thomas having social anxiety, but forcing himself not to show it, bc children of Zeus are supposed to be confident and brave and in control 

Thomas making friends with James bc he’s the only camper willing to just talk with Thomas 

Thomas and John declaring each other as enemies basically on sight for no particular reason 

Chiron announcing the quest, and Thomas choosing James, ofc, but also Aaron bc at the very least he seems neutral enough - plus he doesn’t seem to idolize Thomas the way most of the camp does 

Aaron instead insisting that Theo should go 

Who is Thomas to refuse? 

Thomas ignoring the glare Theodosia’s giving Aaron and him simultaneously 

Aaron giving Thomas a pair of winged shoes that he then gives to James bc he’s a son of Zeus, he can fly 

Them making the Lightning Thief trip 

Them getting the trident - James almost falls into Tartarus - and going to Olympus, Thomas getting his sister back  

Theo finally accepting that Aaron turned traitor after he attacks Thomas and extending an olive branch to Thomas and James (she’s always thought James was nice, anyways) 

John getting his own quest, finally 

Aaron poisoning Martha’s Pine, Chiron getting kicked out, Tantalus 

James being kidnapped by Aaron, and the subsequent attempt by Thomas and Theo to rescue him from the Sea of Monsters and Aaron’s ship 

Thomas and John finally figuring each other out, kinda, and while perhaps they can’t say they’re friends at the very least they have a truce with each other 

Martha waking up from being a tree; she and Thomas immediately having a rivalry as children of two of the Big Three 

Thomas, James, Theodosia, and Martha going to Westover Hall bc one of the satyrs reported two incredibly strong demigods there 

An altercation with Dr. Thorn leaving James and a Hunter missing, Thomas and Theo having to save James again, and them coming away with two daughters of Hades, Dolley and Anne Payne, 13 and 16 respectively 

Anne joining the Hunters of Artemis close after, Dolley refusing to do the same 

Zoë Nightshade taking a quest to find Artemis, and Theo joining along with Anne, Martha, and another Hunter 

Thomas taking the other Hunter’s place after sneaking away to follow them 

Anne dying in the Junkyard of the Gods 

Thomas running into Rachel Dare at the Hoover Dam 

Martha finding the Ophiotaurus again right before they climb up Mount Othrys, and Dr. Thorn trying to get Thomas to kill it 

Thomas taking Artemis’ place under the sky until she tricks Atlas into taking his burden back 

Zoë dying at Atlas’ hands 

Artemis naming Martha as her lieutenant at the winter solstice meeting on Olympus, leaving either Thomas or Dolley as the child of the prophecy, though no one knows of the latter just yet  

Thomas and James figuring out Dolley is a daughter of Hades 

Thomas choosing the prophecy 

Thomas meeting Rachel Dare, part 2 

James and Thomas discover the entrance to the Labyrinth within CHB 

John telling Thomas of the nature of the Labyrinth 

James leading the quest with Thomas, Theo, and Martha (who’s there with Artemis’ blessing) into the Labyrinth in order to find Daedalus and prevent Aaron from using it as an entrance to CHB 

Dolley trying to bargain with Hades to get Anne back in the meantime, guided maliciously by Minos 

Them going to Hephaestus, who directs them to Mount St. Helens 

James kissing Thomas right before he goes in with Martha to fight off the telekhines bc she thinks that only Big Three kids can survive the potential power outburst (she’d be right) 

Thomas ending up in Ogygia and meeting Calypso 

Him crashing his own funeral 

Them meeting Rachel Dare again and going back into the Labyrinth, this time only to get captured by Aaron’s forces 

Them managing to escape after Martha kills Antaeus 

Them finding Daedalus, before Minos and Dolley appear and Dolley sends Minos back to the Underworld 

The battle at CHB and the campers working together to beat back Aaron’s forces, with the force of three Big Three kids working together as no small factor in their eventual success  

Thomas and Theo arguing about whether or not Aaron can still be saved 

Thomas finally hearing the rest of the prophecy 

Dolley giving Thomas the choice as to whether or not he’ll bathe in the River Styx 

The Battle of Manhattan and James taking a knife for Thomas 

Martha leading the Hunters 

Maria revealing she’s a spy and regrets it 

John, who’s her best friend, going in a rage and killing the drakon 

Aaron, by this time completely hosting Kronos, managing to get to Olympus past the campers’ defenses 

Thomas, James, and Theo being the only ones with him 

Theo offering him her knife 

Aaron managing to wrest control of his body and stabbing himself with the knife, effectively ending the war 

Thomas promising to remember the unclaimed campers 

Thomas then holding the gods to their promise to claim every single one of their children, including the minor gods 

And that’s just PJO 

#look I know it's really long #this is my first post on tumblr #is this how it's supposed to look #just #hamilton characters in pjo #hamilton #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #there will most definitely be a part 2 #involving many more hamilton characters #promise #anyways just bringing this very important idea to your attention

[overheard-totally-correct-pjo]

First part of my distracting little side project. More of an introduction than anything as of right now, but I have some plans for it. Inspired via a tumblr post by @demigodgooglesearches. Enjoy part one!

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Perseus Brian Jackson hated his life, thank you very much.

He entered the life of gods and monsters at the tender age of twelve. The “deal” was that he would help the gods out in the Big Prophecy that was (probably) about him. If he reached sixteen he’d be out of this life, as much as his godly blood would allow.

Four months later he had been kidnapped by Hera and woke up after half a year of sleeping, without any of his memories. He was forced into another Great Prophecy. He went to Tartarus. He was so very beyond done.

He was going to go to college with his girlfriend in a city that would keep them safe from the monsters, and the legion would take care of any quests. Retired at seventeen.

Then came the Roman Emperors that never actually died, and have been festering under the surface for hundreds of years.

The third war Percy lived through dragged on until he turned twenty-three. He didn’t finish college, though Annabeth did. He didn’t see the point--he just wanted to go home to his mom and little sister.  He’d help with CHB, probably. Annabeth was with him. He was...he was going to be fine. Eventually.

And, for awhile, he was. He and Annabeth got married. They had a pregnancy scare. He helped kids get to-and-from camp and their families for the holidays, or for the school year, or for the first journey to camp. He cleaned the rivers and oceans for nonprofits and charities. He hung out with friends and loved his sisters (a set of twins named Lily and Kendra Andrews turned up at age eleven, three years younger than Estelle).

Estelle took over for Rachel right around that point, becoming the new Oracle of Delphi, and he was visiting her in her little den-space in the cave when...it happened.

It was a curse, of some kind, dredged up by a group of campers excavating an underground tunnel, connected to Bunker 9. Whatever the specifics were he was never told and didn’t really feel like asking, but the most basic run down was zombies.

Estelle with her lack of training didn’t stand a chance, no matter how hard Percy tried to protect her.

He didn’t go back to camp for a long time after that.

He only returned, six years later, to meet his newest half-brother Dylan Fisher.

Chaos himself then decided to fuck with everything.

Now Percy was forty-two.

His baby sister was dead, and so were a lot of his friends. His mother’s heart had given out not too long ago. Annabeth had died in a minor quest for information, three months ago, a mere errand that Hecate could have done herself.

He was expecting to die during this war. He was ready for it, whether it came from the swirly-thing that was currently dragging him from the couch or if it came in some epic final battle.

Percy Jackson was done.

~~~

Perseus Jackson was bewildered at the sharp left turn his life had taken.

His mom was killed by the minotaur--the very same minotaur from Ancient Greece--and his dad is a god, and his best friend is half-goat. The cam he was at was full of other demigod children of the Greek gods. Zeus blamed him for the thievery of his master bolt. Percy wasn’t even supposed to have been born.

He wasn’t able to sleep in the big, empty cabin after nearly dying from a hellhound and being claimed by Poseidon only a few hours before.

That was when a swirling...something appeared in the middle of the room, very quickly pulling him towards it.

Percy grabbed onto the sheets, trying to grab something heavier, but being unable before he was pulled in.

~~~

Persephone Jackson was extremely irritated at the newest (most likely) godly interference in her life.

She’d done her time--first with the Titans, and then with the giants. Her plans include finishing high school and going to college with her girlfriend, not this black-hole thing in her bedroom.

“Annabeth!” she cried out, desperately reaching for her across the bed.

“Perci-” Annabeth called back, waking abruptly.

The last thing she saw was Paul and her mother throwing open her bedroom door, and Annabeth’s outstretched hand. 

She was really fed up with all this godly stuff.

~~~

Delora Jackson wasn’t quite ready the newest adventure standing in her way.

Not that she had terribly many quests, like Thalia and Luke and Beckendorf and Katie and even the mortal Oracle of Delphi Samantha. The largest claim to fame Lora had was that her best friend was part of the Argo II quest, and that she had been a key player in a few of the battles with the Roman Emperors.

Her mom--that was, her “godly” (she was technically a nereid, not a goddess) mom--had invited her to the bottom of the ocean for a party of some kind. Lora had just finished hailing good-bye to her (technical stepfather) Uncle Poseidon, and kissed her mom’s cheek at the door when the portal opened up.

Her mother reached for her with the strength of the entire ocean, and Lora reached back. For a moment she thought her mother would save her. The next she was gone.

~~~

Percy Jackson was not ready to be on his very own quest, despite how much he acted like he might be.

It was easy to put on a front like he knew what he was doing. That was kinda the whole point of being a mortal that could see through the Mist, especially one that became the first known male Oracle of Delphi and the first living one since WWII.

He had actually only had a total of three lessons (two in archery, by Apollo himself, and one in swords) in weapons training. The closest he came to actually fighting came when he threw a half-empty water bottle at the Titan Lord Kronos.

In honesty, he probably was taking the news of Greek gods, and the subsequent war with the titans, and the appointment of Oracle, and being handed a baby girl only a few weeks later by Apollo who Percy knows he never slept with because he was the Oracle and wasn’t allowed.

He was somewhat managing.

A five-month-old was a lot to deal with but he honest-to-gods was. His mom and step-dad helped a lot, as well as a lot of the demigod campers. He loved Clara with all his heart, even when he was only getting to bed at who-knows-it’s-dark o’clock.

That’s when a portal-thing opened in front of him.

He fervently prayed to Apollo that he wouldn’t let anything happen to their little girl while Percy was gone.

~~~

Bianca di Angelo did not need anything else adding to the current quest that she was on.

There was the Greek campers trying to kill her, Nico, Hazel, Gleeson, Dina, Elanor, and Robert. There were Roman campers after Eleanor and Robert for deserting. The Greeks and Romans were going after each other. When the gods weren’t incapacitated by the migraines, most tried to kill the two children of Hades in a vain attempt to postpone the war. Kronos was possessing Margery and gathering his forces.

The portal that began pulling her in while she sat watch with Dina was really unwelcomed. There was nothing she could do to stop it, even as she twisted for her spear.

Damn her luck.

~~~

Peter Johnson had a fairly regular life that he was personally very happy with.

He was a marine biologist, his wife was a wonderful scuba diving instructor named Sabrina, and he had two kids. He wasn’t religious, though his father came from a heavily Lutheran background. He had a mortgage and a bichon.

A bichon dog that, in the middle of the night, woke him and Sabrina up by flipping out for seemingly no reason.

Well, no reason until what Peter could only describe as multiple portals opened up and dumped people into the room. About five or six, from what Peter could tell between all the yelling, barking, and salt-water pouring out from one of the...things.

That was one way to wake up, he supposed.

#into the percyverse #fic link #my fic #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percysonas #peter johnson #perci jackson #lora jackson #bianca di angelo #au

[bigthoughtsinthevernacular-blog]

Hestia Headcannon

Okay guys I have to type this out this is giving me insomnia. I REALLY want Hestia to have campers in the PJO universe. Of course, Hestia can never have actual children, but maybe she just picks out humans in the normal world and is like, “Yes. You are mine okay?” And those are the people who always make you feel like you’re loved and at home. Of course, these people would never, NEVER actually end up at Camp Jupiter or Camp Half Blood, right? Because they would just attract full, loving families of friends and relatives alike. Plus, they aren’t technically half-bloods, so they don’t get attacked by monsters very often. Even if a parent/guardian of a Hestian does die, they have a big enough family that SOMEONE will take them in. But what if something went wrong? What if, either through freak accident or through the vengeful action of a deity, all of a Hestian’s family died out? She/he is left completely and utterly alone in the world with no friends or relatives left. Eventually some satyr or another picks up the scent of a godly connection and leads the Hestian back to CHB, but the Hestian is still left devastated. That night at the campfire, everyone is waiting for the new kid to be claimed. Odd whispers have been flying around camp all day, and everyone is curious about the girl who should’ve been claimed four years ago, who seemingly had two mortal parents, and who has yet to be attacked by a monster. The satyr who picked her up is especially antsy, worried that his latest rescue might not even BE a half-blood. The girl spends the entire night staring emptily into the multi-colored flames, still numb from grief.

After the last song is over, the fire dies to a dim purple. Suddenly the embers shoot into a golden column of flames fifteen feet tall. The nearest campers scramble back, shrieking and swatting their clothes. The rest are stunned, and a few grab their weapons, wary of an attack. The flames settle to reveal a woman, wearing a humble brown dress and with loose, dark hair. Her regal face could be anywhere from eighteen to fifty, but is softened by kind features. She steps out of the firepit softly, but emanates a power that even makes Chiron take a step back.

With that special kind of quietness that holds an audience spellbound, she explains the situation to the campers and claims the new recruit as her own. She simultaneously grants the Hestian powers similar to those of a demigod, which, among other things, include both the ability to ingest nectar and ambrosia and the increased danger of discovery by monsters.

At the end of her speech, the campers slowly turn their eyes to the Hestian, who rose to her feet at The goddess’ entrance, but whose expression has gradually hardened from shock into a fierce stare.

The camp waits for a moment, watching the tension between the goddess and her chosen in a silence that exaggerates every snap of the fire into a deafening pop. Finally, the Hestian speaks.

“Take it back.” Her voice is low and raw from pain. “Take it all back. Take this day, this camp, this week, this month, and take them all back with you.”

“My dear-” the goddess begins.

“NO! YOU claimed me? YOU are giving me powers? YOU? The goddess of home? Of FAMILY?? No. You take it, TAKE IT ALL BACK, YOU HEAR ME??” Her voice breaks, and she crumples into a ball, sobbing.

A wave of grief washes over the campers. Not mere sympathy either, but actual, personal heartbreak. Each demigod squeezes their eyes shut and turns away, reliving his or her loss of friends and family in painfully vivid detail. Some begin to weep, and a few curl into balls, trying to drown out the Hestian’s cry.

Hestia looks over the crowd with eyes filled with pity. “Loss of family,” she begins, “is even more grievous for one of my chosen. Their grief has the potential to manifest itself in others and run its course as it will.” The goddess kneels down to comfort the Hestian, but the girl backs off quick as lighting, staring at the goddess as if she were poison.

“Take it back,” she whispers in a shaking voice, “just as you took everything from me.”

^^^OF COURSE this is all just me getting carried away, but THINK ABOUT IT

The Hestian might have initial trouble fitting in (hey, how would YOU feel about someone making you relive your worst nightmare?), but would be SO FLIPPING KIND to every single new kid to arrive. -“You’re one of Hades’ new children? Oh my gosh man that’s so cool we’re gonna make Halloween lit this year.” -“Nemesis is your mom? Dude, you’re going to be like the boss-level judge when we play Apples to Apples.” -“You got claimed by Athena but never got higher than a C+ in school? OH MY GOSH WE FINALLY HAVE A KID WHO IS AN ARTS-AND-CRAFTS CHILD OF ATHENA LETS GO RAID PINTEREST.”

And over time the Hestian just becomes more and more integral in the CHB community and is so loved by everyone that one morning she finally wakes up and realizes that the hole in her heart that her family left has been filled to the brim with her new half-blood family.

But AHHH SO MANY IDEAS FOR A HESTIAN -She rarely leaves for quests or even trips -She knows a bajillion recipes that are somehow just better whenever she makes them -She’s freaking AMAZING at settling fights/squabbles -She stays in the Big House and refuses to have a cabin built for her, insisting that the entire camp is her home. -She sits wherever she wants to at dinner on the same principle -She’s one of those people who just calms you down whenever you’re angry and gives you really good advice after you blow off steam -She’s absolutely on TOP OF THE WORLD after meeting The Seven, because you can’t get a much tighter family than that and she loves family so deeply that the vibe she gets from seeing them all together makes her totally warm and fuzzy inside.

But she’s usually so kind and fun and moderately clean-spoken but then the camp gets attacked. And all. The crap. Hits. The fan.

The camp is surrounded from all sides. Bunker 9 has been blocked off by the monsters, and the campers are scrambling to establish a perimeter. The attack was a total surprise, and most of the campers aren’t even completely dressed out for battle, missing various shields and breastplates. The Hestian stands in shock at the edge of the firepit, watching the panic. She’s thrown back to that one night, the night she lost her first family. She feels paralyzed, suffocating in her own grief.

Then she sees him. William. Son of Hades. All red-haired-four-feet-nine-inches of stubborn eight year old that he is. (He’ll have you know that he’ll be nine in two months and seventeen days). He’s fumbling with his “sword belt” trying to strap a dagger to his waist. He’s the same age her little sister was. And she snaps.

The edges of her vision are tinted with orange and gold. She stretches her neck out to see the extent of the enemy force and finds herself rising in the air, supported by ten feet, twenty feet, of the campfire’s fierce golden flames. She sees the hordes of monsters, itching to attack the camp. Her camp. Her family. She is a good forty feet in the air by now, and the eye of every monster and camper alike is on her and on her tower of fire. She shouts to them all in a voice that seems to amplify and echo throughout the valley, “Not. My. Family.”

She closes her eyes, remembering all of the tears, the hugs, and the laughter. Remembering the first time the new Ares kid smiled after he arrived. The time the eleven-year old girl in Aphrodite finally got her winged eyeliner perfect. The time the Hecate cabin beat the Athena cabin in monopoly. The times the camp had helped her through her own grief and the times when she had been granted opportunities to extend that same care and love to others. She remembers her family. Her vision goes red.

Vaguely, she can see her column of flame collapsing and washing out over the monsters. She can hear their screams and vaguely sees clouds of gray dust rising as they disintegrate. Finally, she lands on her feet, and all the flame is gone. Exhausted and dizzy, she sees blurs running towards her. Are they her friends? She can’t tell, she’s too drained. As black creeps into the edges of her vision, she turns back to where the line of monsters once stood. “Take that, bitches.” She mumbles. She sways on her feet, then passes out.

-BUT THEN (of course she’s fine give her a week of some ice cream and r&r) she kinda like becomes the unofficial camp mom and takes care of everyone so heaven help you if you hurt one of her babies

-you know and let’s say one day she falls in love and she decides to check up with Hestia you know just to clear up on whether or not she’s supposed to be a Vestal Virgin or whatever and Hestia is like heck no!! You go have a bajillion kids and a loving happy family don’t screw up making an oath to stay single like I did I mean honestly I’m the goddess of home and family why did I even promise not to have a family like what

Anyway good job if you actually read this far my insomnia should be over now so I’m going to go to sleep have fun with my Headcannon okay bye. :)

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