Coran is a minor god (probably works for Mr D) and it’s like the worst kept secret at camp. most of the campers are aware and they just accept it as a part of camp life
Naturally Lance does not figure this out
At some point Hades, Lance’s real father, and Poseidon, whose practically adopted Lance, are fighting over who gets to walk Lance down the isle on his wedding day. This is pretty much the first fight they’d had since Lance started leaving Poseidon offerings and all the gods are finding it too amusing to step in (Lance is modified)
And then Coran’s like ‘i can fix this, I’LL walk lance down the isle!’
And Hades turns and glares at him and annouces that no minor god is going to walk his son down the isle
Cue Lance freaking out because CORAN IS A MINOR GOD and everyone else is like ‘duh man’
Gilmore looked up from the book he was reading - a welcome break, for he’d been reading for some time and he could feel the sting of a headache in his temples - to see Percival de Rolo stood in the doorway. Immediately he straightened up, thumbing a bookmark into place before flipping the cover shut in one smooth motion.
“That depends on the favour,” Gilmore said, drumming his fingers on the book’s cover as he looked Percival up and down. He frowned. “I’m not fighting another dragon,” he added, and that seemed to wring a laugh out of Percival.
“No, no more dragons,” he agreed, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. “At least for now. You know what we’re like; I make no promises.” Something in his smile seemed to run tight as he spoke - indeed, they both knew very well Vox Machina’s penchant for rushing headlong into danger, and Gilmore knew more than he would have liked about how often it came back to bite them.
Satisfied that he wasn’t about to be asked to face down an ancient dragon again, Gilmore leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table to perch his chin upon his hands. “So? Your favour, then? Come now, I haven’t all day.”
can i has more cr sense8 au percy pls? (if your up for it of course)
*slams 2,000 words on your desk five months later* MY HOBBIES INCLUDE PROCRASTINATING FOR FINALS BY WRITING SCENES FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE HYPOTHETICAL PLOT OF NICHE CROSSOVERS WITHOUT GIVING YOU ANY CONTEXT SAVE A COUPLE OLD POSTS OF BULLET POINTS (posts here. Take this fic as the inter-seasons holiday special, basically.)
still not certain we should be doing this.“
was a meaningless statement even before he said it. With her arm in his, with
the warmth of her against his side and the tinkle of her laugh fading in the
air, Percy thought he would trust Vex to lead him down any icy path through the
woods, with any blindfold on or off, even if he had never known her more
intimately than he knew himself. Even if they had just met, somehow, one day,
and she had smiled and beckoned, he would have followed.
gagging noises broke into his thoughts—Vax, visiting as almost always, making
Vex laugh in the cold Northern darkness. The drugs all but gone from his veins,
Percy could feel him again, that knife’s edge of sarcasm prickling over
devotion deep enough to fill the sea.
(one? three?) months of isolation was turning him poetic. It was horrifying.
be fine,” said Vex, tugging him forward. “Turn right—”
followed her instructions obediently. “I don’t know where you get the
confidence that she won’t be looking, just this one night. It’s not like the
holidays have stopped them before.”
she’s loony, Freddie,” Vax said with overwhelming fondness.
“Nervous, aren’t you?” Percy could swear he heard a considerable dose of amusement in Tina’s voice. He didn’t like it, not at all. “Never thought I’d see you like this, director-”
“Percival,” he interrupted her, not bothering to look away from the mirror. “We’re not working today, Tina.”
He was still trying to adjust the flower in his buttonhole. A lemon flower. Extravagant, Percy was well aware of it. He stole it from his own windowsill - Credence took liking in herbology some time ago and lemon was his favourite plant so far. Besides, oregano and thyme would be too extravagant even for Percy’s liking.
Wondering if Credence would wear the violets he’s send him the evening before - No-Majs had some silly superstitions about the last night before tying the knot and Newt Scamander used the occasion to steal Credence from him one last time - Percy fastened his cufflinks. He couldn’t understand why was there any need for them to part for a night if everyone knew they were were living together for years, but if Credence wanted it, he couldn’t argue. It seemed unreasonable at first - he sat down in his favourite chair after Credence left and he read his newspaper like he usually did, trying not to focus on the perceptible lack of Credence by his side. Suddenly his flat, the very same he used to spend countless months in on his own, felt awfully lonely. Turning in his bed restlessly for long hours and falling asleep shortly before dawn he tried to understand when - and how - did he become so dependable.
Tina had to drag him out of his bed by force. Not even his favourite coffee tasted the same when Credence wasn’t around.
Thankfully he didn’t have to travel far for the wedding. His parents insisted they should get married in the family house. The Graves’ manor. He hated the pompous feeling the words were bearing, but Credence didn’t seem to mind. Manor meant family and family meant history, countless names from the past and - hopefully - a few more from the future.
Sitting in front of the mirror, Percy wondered what would they children look like if they had any. Would they be tall and lithe like Credence? Or-
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door and Percival turned around, realizing Tina was gone. He must have drifted away thinking about Credence and how much he wanted to see him again. It was another No-Maj thing, not seeing one’s spouse before the wedding. Utter nonsense.
The knock was heard again, a bit more insistent this time.
“Coming,” he murmured impatiently. Was it his mother? Was she still trying to make Credence wear her old diadem?
Opening the door, Percival got ready for another pointless argument, but to his immense surprise it wasn’t his mother standing in front of him.
“I missed you.” Credence slipped into the sunny room, the violets not in his buttonhole, but on his head, a tiara Percy’s mother couldn’t probably approve of.
“I missed you too. You have no idea how much.” Percy couldn’t stop smiling, even though he was pretty sure he looked like a lovesick fool. Thankfully, there was no one around to see him, not yet. Seeing Credence - Credence who was kind and brave and his, married or not - made him feel alive again. "You look so beautiful.“
A soft blush crept on Credence’s cheeks as he reached for Percy’s hands, lacing their fingers together. There was something unearthly wondrous about the moment, Percival thought. His heart struggled against his ribs, trying to pierce through, to get closer to the only person he’s ever cared for so much. There were other people he cared for - his parents, his team, Seraphina and Tina and even Theseus’ annoying brother - but none of them mattered that much. It was new and scary and exciting all the same.
“Thank you for the violets,” Credence smiled shyly, avoiding Percy’s eyes. His fingers traced the lapel of Percy’s suit. “Lemon? Really?”
“I thought it would go nice with your ring.” Raising Credence’s palm and ghosting over the shiny stone with his lips, Percival thought his excuse sounded awfully untrue. It was hard to admit he missed Credence so desperately he had to use the flowers he planted as a substitute.
Credence had to see through the lie though, because he looked up and their eyes met, one pair stubborn, the other soft.
After what felt like forever, their lips met at last, melting against each other. Percival thought it felt familiar, nothing like their first kisses, uncertain on both his and Credence’s side. Warm. Deep. Intoxicating.
“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered in Credence’s hair when it ended, not really awaiting any answer, the scent of violets barely perceptible.
“Nothing,” the boy smiled, nipping at his neck and holding him tighter. “My soul reached to yours.”
The world always looked so much larger from the air, Percy thought, looping around one of the watch towers of the castle before flying upwards again. Allura and Shaun had told him countless times that there was no need for nightly fly overs with the shield up and running, but Percy had spent so long forcing down the need to feel wind beneath his wings, that he couldn’t bring himself to deny it now. The late afternoon sun felt warm, even this late into the winter, and the land fell away beneath him as he flew higher and higher. Percy let out a scree when he landed on the first tree that led to up the mountains proper, and it echoed down into the valley.
It’s the world, my dear, his mother’s voice echoed in his memory. Did you expect it to be small? He couldn’t keep his animal shapes so well then. He was lucky if he kept his skin in one form for an hour, and only as something small and simple. He could not fly or run then, could not make the earth itself bend to his will. Cassandra had made fun of him often enough in those days, even if she would also be the first to give him a cuddle when he turned into a white bunny rabbit for her amusement.
(cause ur too sexy beautiful, and everybody wants a taste, tHATS WHYYY)
ask : could you make a Percy Jackson imagine? Where she and Percy are already boyfriend and girlfriend, but she saw Percy and Annabeth almost kiss and got the wrong idea? Then she goes to her brother Jason and Jason goes all protective brother mode? In the end they make up, but lots of angst please?
first of all, sorry for the hiatus I really had so much school work to do, but as of now I’m partially officially back ! Partially meaning I might get more school work, but I’ll update you once that happens. Anyway, enjoy! I hope this repays you for all your waiting on my hiatus! (literally if I’m not in this blog just go to my main blog @yaboimcshizzlevaldez and just go in my inbox and be like ‘bitch wya’ and I’ll understand completely)
warning : electrifying shit (stop me pls), (hopefully) angst, and bad jokesawait
Your blood ran through your veins, boiling slightly.
Static electricity built up in you, as you watched the scene fold in front of you. Annabeth pulled Percy, who was your boyfriend, into the woods, smiling. Watching with glaring eyes, you saw Annabeth lean up towards him-
You couldn’t take anymore. Turning on your heel, you stomped your way towards the arena. Growling beneath your breath, you shoved through the crowd, unsheathing your sword, and stabbing it into a dummy, sand bursting out in arcs.
“Hey-” You lashed out, turning on your heel and grasping your sword. (E/C) eyes met wide, electric blue eyes. The point of your sword dug slightly into Jason, your brother’s, neck. “Whoa, (Y/N), what’s up with you?” He asked, chuckling slightly. You dropped your sword, and arcs of static electricity came from off of you, slightly shocking people around you, and hitting Jason.
Jason arched his eyebrow. “Everything alright?” He asked, and you sighed.
“I saw Percy and Annabeth go into the woods alone. I didn’t know what to think, but, I left as Annabeth leaned up towards him- I can’t fucking believe-” Straightening out a punch towards your right, you knocked down the dummy, a charred fist print in the center of it.
“Are you serious?” Jason’s eyes darkened, and his fists were clenched by his sides. Both pissed, the offspring of Zeus/Jupiter weren’t ones to be fucked with. Grabbing gauze, you wrapped your slightly bloody knuckles, gritting your teeth. “I’m going to kill him.” Jason muttered, clenching his jaw.
Clenching and unclenching your fist, you watched your fingers move, static electricity bouncing from finger to finger. “I’ll help-” You glanced up, your eyes, flashes of lightning dancing in them, trained on the forest, where two particular demigods walked out of the forest, laughing their heads off.
You couldn’t help but get a little jealous, Annabeth was Percy’s first love. But, in this case, little was an understatement. Jason was first to move, fists wrapped in static electricity, but you grabbed his arm, pulling your brother back. “Wait.” You spoke, a hard tone in your voice. Sea green eyes met your own lightning, anger filled eyes, and Percy’s eyes immediately resorted to slight fear.
You saw Percy say something to Annabeth quickly, before jogging your way. Picking up your sword, your knuckles grew white around the handle as your boyfriend approached you. Jason went for him again, but you stuck your sword up, the flat end of the sword against Jason’s chest. Percy cocked his head, unbelievably adorable in a situation like this. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked.
“I don’t know-” Your glare flicked back to the woods, then back to Percy. “-did you?” You finished, raising an eyebrow at the son of Poseidon.
“I didn’t think so-” Percy nervously played with Riptide in his fingers. “-but now I’m not so sure. What did I do?” He asked curiously. You turned to Jason.
“Can you-” You started.
“No. I can’t. I want to be here-” You cut Jason off, sending a loving glare his way.
“I can handle it Jace. I’m a big girl.” Hesitating, Jason frowned, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before glaring at Percy and walking away.
Percy rubbed the back of his neck. “What was that all about?” He asked. You waved away his question.
“What I’d like to know, is why my boyfriend, was out with Annabeth in the woods. Alone.” You crossed your arms. Percy laughed slightly.
“Oh, you didn’t think Annie and I were-” He laughed again, and at this point, your face was red.
You hated being made a fool out of. “Perseus Jackson. I’m giving you, one chance, to convince me on why I shouldn’t fly you up to the top of the Empire State Building, and leave you hanging there.” Your voice came out in a low growl. Percy held his hands up in surrender.
“(Y/N), we didn’t do anything at all, I swear. Annabeth and I were just meeting up with Grover, you know, for old times sake.” Percy paused, his head cocking sideways.
“Did you think I was cheating?” He asked.
Your face burned red. His fatal flaw is loyalty, you should’ve known he wasn’t going to do anything. Heart wrenching in your chest, you opened your mouth.
“No?- I didn’t- Maybe?” You stuttered, then sighed. “I was jealous, okay? You’re like, the hottest demigod in this whole camp-”
“That’s actually Leo.” Percy cut you off, a stupid smile spreading across his face. “But, go on.” He gestured with his hand.
“-and you as a person is just so fucking gorgeous inside and out, so I couldn’t help but-” You stopped, ducking your head and chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m stupid.” You muttered under your breath, before picking your head up.
“I’m sorry.” You uttered. He smiled.
“Awe c'mon (Y/N), no need to get all sappy. You know I’m still yours.” Percy chuckled slightly, pulling you towards him in an embrace. Face buried in his chest, you sighed softly.
“You’re a jackass.” You muttered. He laughed, making you face him.
“But I’m your jackass, so-” Percy smirked, and shaking your head in amusement, you leaned up, pressing your lips to his.
“Shit-” He muttered, at the static electricity bouncing between the two of you. You turned bright red, leaning up and combing his hair down with your fingers.
“Fuck- I’m sorry- I didn’t-” Percy wrapped his strong arms around you once more, and smiling, he looked at you.
“Well if the love isn’t electric, is it even love?” He asked
“That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard in my life. And I’m friends with Leo.” You scoffed, chuckling slightly.
U no oblivious Harry with Deamus imagine oblivious Percy with Flintwood
Oh my god yes!!
Percy wasn’t sure where Oliver had gone, he seemed to disappear a lot after classes. When he would reappear hours later, he was elated about something, practically bouncing around the dorm room. He’d brought this up to their roommates Chris and Kyle but they always gave him an amused look in return. He couldn’t imagine why.
He hadn’t bothered asking, being Head Boy had far too many duties to focus on superficial things.
He assumed one afternoon Oliver was at practice since he had disappeared again but he saw Katie, Alicia, and Angelina come downstairs from their own dorm rooms.
Must be at the library he thought.
When he showed up later that night, he was in his usual elation. He noticed on his neck some sort of mark. He furrowed his brows together. Maybe he got hit with a bludger and he hadn’t noticed the mark earlier that day. He wasn’t exactly sure why their roommates had amused smiles on their lips when their question of his whereabouts was met with a shrug and a smile.
Exams went well. He wasn’t sure if Oliver went as well as he practiced for the Quidditch final, which he didn’t actually attend. He wasn’t as into sports as everyone else was.
“Gonna be weird leaving,” Oliver commented as they packed their suitcases for the last time.
“Hey, at least we can finally get our lives on a roll,” Kyle said, lazily using his wand to pack. “Anything exciting happening?”
“Going to Puddlemere tryouts, and Marcus and I’ve found a flat in London, he’s going for Montrose.”
Chris opened his mouth to say something but Percy’s head shot up and looked at him. “Wait, who’re you moving in a flat with?”
Oliver raised his brow at him. “Marcus,” he repeats.
“As in Flint?” he stared at him wide eyed. “Why would you do that?”
Oliver stared at him, then looked at Kyle and Chris, both looking like they were going to laugh.
He looked back at him, and spoke to him as if he were explaining a difficult spell. “He and I are dating, Percy.”
He gaped at him. “Wait, what?!”
An amused smile crossed his face. “That’s what happens when you don’t pay attention, I guess.”
this could go either way honestly but Local Hunter Percy De Rolo Mildly Shocked And Kind Of Amused To Discover Lovely Town Cleric Moonlights As Furry Monstrosity.
who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman
Pike definitely lives in a cozy little stone cottage by the sea and ventures out in her rowboat every morning to catch fish for the market and also to meet with the shrewd silver-haired merman who likes listening to her talk.
who’s the witch and who’s the familiar
hedgewitch Pike and her shapeshifting companion Percy who spends a lot of time looking like a crow because it helps support Pike’s reputation as a Genuine Witch
who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict
Percy’s blood has to be about 75% caffeine at this stage and Pike would tell him to take up residence in a health shop instead if she wasn’t so fond of the late night conversations they have in the last lonely hours of her shift.
who’s the professor and who’s the TA
tired history professor Percy and also tired TA Pike. they bring each other tea and tell bad jokes and bemoan the state of the educational system together.
who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)
listen. Percy trapped in a crumbling castle atop a white cliff, guarded by a cruel and cunning shadow demon. valiant knight Pike Trickfoot, determined to see the last son of the De Rolo family returned to his sister.
who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent legal guardian
high school health/sports teacher Ms Trickfoot and older brother/legal guardian Percy De Rolo accidentally hit it off in PTA meeting. Cassandra teases them both about it incessantly.
“I’ll take whatever, get me a fucking claw, a tooth, whatever, anything I can wear.” Imagine “terrible gift received” as the expression, courtesy of a genuine Kiki and an amused as fuck Percy. ;; (This was a joke that took 3+ hours… Okay, thanks self.)