Ken Penders and how his misinformed view of how monarchies work ruined not only what could have been a good au story but also Sonally

*profanity warning*

Now, just to preface as you may have gathered from my current icon and some of my art, I primarily ship Sonamy, however that does not mean that I hate Sally or Sonally, as a matter of fact I really like Sally as a character, she subverts some of the typical princess tropes (which I’ll get to later) and her relationship with Sonic, especially in SatAm is really fun to watch, they bounce off of each other so well. 

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I’m working through the requests one step at a time! :) 

“Mom!” Percy called over his shoulder as he hangs his backpack on the hat stand. “I’m home! I brought Jason!“

“Alright honey,” a warm voice sounded from the kitchen. “I didn’t know you’d be home this early. I haven’t started supper!”

“It’s fine, mom! I have to head out again in a little bit anyway.”  Percy’s movements were lazy and repetitive, automatic, as if he didn’t need to think about what his arms and legs were doing. With a scratch of his head, Jason reminded himself that this was Percy’s life outside the monster fighting—that the reason why Percy knew exactly which hook could hold his bag, why he dropped his wallet and keys on the shell-shaped platter near the door without looking, was because he had been doing this for most of his life. Jason often forgot that his best friend had a home. It was a luxury he wasn’t blessed with.

“Jase,” Percy grumbled, twisting to look at him. He toed off his shoes by doormat. “Are you okay with waiting here, or do you wanna go to my room?“

“Here is fine,” he replied. He didn’t want to be any more of an inconvenience. To be frank, this was actually one of the first times he’s visited a friend’s place. Cabins and bunkers were home enough for others, so he didn’t really know what to do. Was it polite to compliment the home? Did he have to follow Percy’s every move? Just to be sure, Jason began removing his shoes by the door.

“‘Kay. I’ll just go change–” Percy cut himself short, smiling as he stared at Jason lining up his shoes by his beat up chucks. “Bro, you didn’t have to do that. Just wipe the bottom of your shoes on the mat.”

“Sorry.” The blonde looked up with burning ears, smiling abashedly as he got up. 

“Relax. This isn’t a job interview,” Percy grinned, placing his hands on Jason’s shoulders and frog-walking him to the couch. With a hard push, he forced Jason to sit down. “Mom will be out in a few. I’ve told her about how magnificent you are, so don’t sweat. Be yourself. Mom doesn’t bite… usually.

He gulped.

Jason watched Percy’s back disappear behind a white door with a sinking feeling in his chest. This was… the first friend’s mom he was ever going to meet as well. He didn’t think Aphrodite and Athena counted in this category.

Fiddling his fingers, Jason snuggled awkwardly into the couch and stared at his surroundings. It really was a nice home. The floors were a shiny brown wood, and the walls were a soft pale blue, adorned with various picture frames of the brunette through the years. In about half of them, he was with a curly haired woman who looked exactly like him, minus the eyes. From all the wallet pictures and stories he’d been told, he assumed that was the famous Sally Jackson. Sally who was the best parent in the world.

A sound of metal hitting the floor made Jason turn, and in a blink, he picked up the teaspoon that fell and finally met the super mom with a utensil in hand. 

“Oh, thank you so much, dear,” Sally crooned. She quickly placed the tray of sandwiches on the coffee table in front of the couch and made it back to where Jason stood. Gingerly, she took the spoon from his hand and smiled. “You must be Jason.”

He nodded politely. “Y-yes ma’am.” Despite the warmth that she radiated, Jason couldn’t help but feel absolutely nervous. Even if she barely came up to his chin, his palms were sweating. It was as if she was the ultimate judge of character, and if she didn’t like Jason… well, then no one could. 

She gently patted his cheek with a chuckle. “No need to be so formal! Please, call me Sally.“

“Y-yes, Sally,” he replied softly. With a small jolt, Jason felt a certain homesickness sprout at the bottom of his stomach. He couldn’t—it shouldn’t— Jason never had a physical home, and he could barely remember his mother. This wasn’t homesickness at all. It was jealousy.

“Hm, I really should tell Percy to stop telling people I bite,” she hummed. Tapping the spoon against her palm, she walked into the kitchen and began to wash the dirty spoon. “Well then, go ahead and eat, Jason. I hope you’re alright with blueberry and cheese sandwiches? I myself prefer PB&Js, but I think you’re well aware of my son’s blue condition.”

He forced a weak laugh as he made his way to the couch. Within the minute, Sally was seated right beside him, a curious glint shining in her brown eyes. She restlessly breathed out. 

“Ah! After all these adventures with you, you’d think Percy would’ve introduced you sooner,” she said. “Nevertheless, it’s great to finally meet you!“

“It’s also very nice to finally meet you, Sally,” he muttered. And it was the honest truth. With every passing second, he could feel himself relax into her company. Jason took a bite of the sandwich and was certain he’d found a new flavour of ambrosia. He devoured the sandwich in three bites.

“I’m glad you like it,” Sally chuckled. “I could make a basket for you, if you’d like. I’ve been told you loved my brownies.”

Jason almost choked on a blueberry. He was sure his cheeks have exploded into an array of red hues, but he took a sip of the lemonade to hide it. 

“Oh dear, don’t be embarrassed,” Sally scolds. “It’s such a wonderful feeling to have someone like what you make. It really is no bother. And for Percy’s best friend, it’s the least I can do.“

Jason sets the glass down with weariness with a small thump in his chest. “I would… I would really like that, Sally, thank you so much.”

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you for everything you’ve done for my family?” Sally rests a hand on his shoulder, eyes earnest. “I’m pretty sure that if it weren’t for you and Annabeth, he’d be letting dolphins out of Sea World without a second thought.“

With that, Jason had to laugh. There have definitely been more than a couple instances of just that. 

Sally exhaled in relief. “Oh thank goodness, you’ve smiled!”


“You’ve been here for a whole ten minutes and you’ve had such a miserable look on your face, dear,” she frowned. “Please know that that expression is not allowed in my home!”

“I’m sorry, I won’t forget,” Jason said apologetically. “But, uh, maybe I can ask Percy to take home some PB&J sandwiches? I mean, there are always tons of snacks in camp, and it wouldn’t be a problem to pack some of them up.”

In her eyes, he saw something melt, and with contentment, he heard her sigh again. “You’re such a darling boy, but I’m fine, thank you. Perhaps… some fresh strawberries would be great.“

“I’ll bring some next time,” he grinned. However, he realised that he might’ve insinuated that he be invited for a next time, so he began to ramble and cut his words. “I mean— it’s not that— you have such a lovely home and I— I’ve never really had one, and my mom is in the underworld and my sister is out being a goddess’ right hand and you’re a great cook—”

He forced himself to stop just in time.

“You… you will always have a home here,” Sally whispered uncertainly.  And to his absolute horror, her eyes were shining with unshed tears. 

This was it. The end. He made Sally Jackson cry.

Without warning, he was enveloped in a warm hug that smelled like cookies, mom perfume, and love. If Jason weren’t so stressed, he would’ve shed a bucket or two of tears as well.

“Please, come by anytime,” she muttered. “I’d also prefer it if you’d call me mom. Also, don’t deny that Percy will be a loving brother to you, and my husband, Paul. Oh, he’s wonderful! He’ll love to be your father!“

“I…” he tried.

“You’re always welcome here, Jason. You’ve been such a strong boy. Please, never hesitate to come over.”

However much he wanted to return the affection, his arms were frozen to his sides. He still felt shocked to feel that a part of him felt an ache for a maternal figure. It was a wonderful, foreign feeling that ensured that was definitely coming back. Shakily, he was able to get out a few words of thanks. Their small moment was cut off by a loud voice.

“Jase? Jase… We better get going if we wanna make it in time,” Percy shouted from the hallway, only to have caught his mom still clinging on tightly to his best friend. With wide eyes, he stared at the pair. He sighed internally–he should’ve known this was bound to happen. 

Jason Grace, are you stealing my mom from me?”

overheard conversations

i love sally a lot, and i love to write her, so it’s likely you’ll get a lot of sort-of linked fics at some point.

Percy has never been one for long, winding lectures, about things that he honestly cares nothing about, probably something to do with his short attention span, so it’s definitely comes as a surprise when his mother finds him sprawled out across his bed on his stomach, hand tucked underneath his chin, seemingly listening with a certain determination, to someone speaking on the other side of the room.

She doesn’t mean to pry, truly, but her son has been rather unlike himself of the late. This, of course, means that Sally stands, back against the wall and an empty laundry basket pressing into her hip, peeking at him through the few inches of space between the door and the frame.

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