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.
A bunch of snippets of Percy’s life through his years at Hogwarts (that may or may not involve a special someone). Pairing : Jason Grace x Percy Jackson (Jercy) Word count : 2462 Rating : no restrictions (fluff)
Percy Jackson is in his First Year. He sits on the stool where Professor McGonagall awaits, and smiles nervously as the Sorting Hat is dropped on his head. Percy is small for his age, and the hat covers his entire face, but it doesn’t stop him from grinning when the loud voice bellows ‘Hufflepuff!’. He runs to the table and sits at the end of it, where a thin, red-headed boy smiles at him. ‘Congratulations for joining the best house! My name’s Grover,’ the boy says, reaching a hand out for Percy to shake. He does so, feeling very grown-up all of a sudden. Grover explains he is a Third Year, and will happily show Percy around the dorms once the feast is over. They’re later joined by a girl with fiery red hair and freckles all over her face. ‘Rachel Elizabeth Dare’, she says, as if the entire Great Hall hadn’t just heard her name being called. Percy smiles anyway.
The feast ends, and Percy has never wanted to go to bed more than he does now. His stomach is full, he is happy to have his new friends, and as excited as he is for his first lessons in the morning, it only takes him a few minutes to fall asleep.
Percy Jackson is in his Second Year. He’s glad he’s not a new student anymore, and can relax as he waits for the First Years to be sorted. A blond boy walks to the stool at the call for ‘Grace, Jason’. He looks terrified, and Percy finds himself hoping the boy will be in his House. He knows what it’s like to be in that situation, and he wishes he could help. When the Hat assigns the boy to Gryffindor, he sighs in disappointment. His sorrow is forgotten when his favorite pie appears right in front of him, and the Feast begins.
Percy’s first match as Hufflepuff Seeker comes in late October, against the Gryffindor team. He is very surprised to find a grinning Jason Grace as his opponent for the Snitch. The only First Year on all four Quidditch teams, and a very talented flyer.
Gryffindor wins, 150 points clutched tightly in Jason Grace’s hand. He smirks at the Hufflepuff boy. Percy swears that he won’t let it happen again.
(The winning part, not the smirking. The smirking was actually really nice.)
"Get out!“ Nico yelled, covering his face with both hands. Something cold touched his face.
"No, Nico, you don’t understand…”
Nico pulled his left hand away, eyes wide. Right next to his pinky shined a small, gold band. “Oh,” he squeaked, terrified. Then he looked to Will. “Is that… are we?”
The doctor’s sad, apologetic look met Nico’s gaze.
"Fuck. It is. Oh my god, we are. You… and I. Oh my god,“ Nico breathed, "OH. MY GOD.”
Despite how he felt, the least Will could do was sympathize. So he scooched a little closer, reaching a hand out to the brunnette’s shoulder. “Nico, it’s okay, we’ll -”
But as soon as Will made contact, Nico’s very scattered, very shocked reflexes took over.
"Ow!“ Will shouted, holding his nose.
"What the fuck?” Nico yelled.
"‘What the fuck?’ Why are are you asking me 'what the fuck’? I should be asking you 'what the fuck’! You just punched me!“
"I AM MARRIED TO A STRANGER, SOLACE.”
"I’m not a stranger! I mean, not by normal standards, I know we only met two days ago but -“
"Two days…” Nico whispered, so quiet Will couldn’t even hear.
"Just because we were drunk doesn’t mean I didn’t get to know you. I know you quite well I think and you got to know me and-“
"Well - yeah, I mean, you were passed out for most of the second one but -“
"They must be freaking out! Oh my god, what time is it?”
For a second, neither one of them moved. Nico stared at him, eyes wide. “This whole trip was supposed to be done in two days, what if they left without me? What time is it, Solace?” Nico spat.
"I don’t know!“
Nico scrambled to the edge of the bed, grabbing his phone. "Fuck,” he whispered, then leapt into action. His head seemed to break the moment he stood, but he ignored it, blinking furiously as he searched the room for his clothes. He had just put his pants on when he noticed Will staring. Nico hissed, “Could you not?”
"Sorry,“ Will said, in a tone that meant he wasn’t sorry at all. Nico just shook his head. "Right. I don’t have time for this.”
Nico threw his phone at Will, aiming for his face. Unfortunately, Will caught it. “Put your number in there, okay? I’ll message you so that we can work out the divorce.”
"Divorce?“ Will’s face fell. "Don’t you want to think on it, at least?”
"No. I made a mistake. I’m sorry, but I do not want to be married to you,“ Nico explained, frantically doing up his buttons. As soon as he was sufficiently covered, he marched over to Will, who had still barely moved. "Got your number in there?”
"Yeah, but -“
"Good. I’ll text you later. Bye. Sorry.” Nico rushed to the door. He just hoped he wasn’t too late.
“Nico?” sounded Percy, who was the first to see him pop out of the room.
“Dude! Nico was here the whole time!” shouted Jason.
"Yeah! I just figured that out!“
"But we totally checked here!”
"Leo, didn’t you check?“
"Well…” Leo started carefully.
"Leo!“ Jason and Percy shouted.
"It’s not my fault! Some of those girls with the sparkly booty shorts walked by!”
All that went down in a matter of seconds… right? Nico was having a hard time processing it. But even as they continued to argue, Nico couldn’t possibly interrupt. He wanted to cry, he was so happy. He must not have realized how worried he was that he might not see them again. Even so, he wanted to rip their throats out. Leo’s especially. He fucking MARRIED someone. They didn’t even know where he was and he MARRIED someone. If they had been there for him none of this would have happened.
"SHUT UP!” he screamed, completely silencing the bickering boys. “JUST SHUT UP!”
Nico was seething. Even the satisfying look of terror on Frank’s face didn’t calm him. Actually, all the boys were staring at him. Every one of them looked completely flabbergasted. Maybe he was too aggressive this time? Nico was starting to panic a little, but then their expressions faded slowly into cheesy, stupid, grinning amusement.
“Dude,” Leo whispered to Percy. Then, when the gaping idiot didn’t reply, Leo began to smack his arm. “Dude.”
Nico spun to where they were staring. Oh….. oh, fuck! He was so stupid. How did he forget?
"Oh, so that’s his name!” shouted Leo. God, he sounded like a kid at a birthday.
Nico felt like stabbing himself. “What the fuck! Will! What are you doing?”
Will’s eyes darted between the large crowd of people, the towel he was holding over his junk, the wallet, and Nico. “Uh, you were running and I thought -”
"You wouldn’t bother with pants?“
Immediately, Will’s poise turned into nervous blushing. "No. Well, yes, I just -”
Nico, shining in crimson, nearly punched him again. “I don’t fucking care! Just - ugh!” Nico started shoving him back into the room and closed the door on Will’s protests.
When Nico spun around, the first thing he noticed was Leo’s face, lit up like a firework. Jason seemed to be thinking something through. Frank was averting his eyes and looking shy, but Percy… Percy was completely freaked out. His own friend, disgusted. Apparently, that was all it took for Nico’s eyes to well up. Leo didn’t notice.
"Dude! Who was that. He’s like, WAY out of your league.“
Nico was taken aback, but he didn’t have the energy to lie. "His name… is Will. Will Solace.”
Leo was still hitting Percy, who hadn’t moved. He snorted, “Who names their kid after a doctor?”
"No, he actually - um, is the doctor.“
Leo’s slaps got more aggressive. "YOU were IN BED with a FAMOUS DOCTOR? BRO, WE BARELY TOUCHED VEGAS. YOU’RE A PRO.”
Nico’s face felt like a furnace. Jesus, he had to tell them, didn’t he. He did. Oh, fuck. This was not how he had pictured coming out. At all. Though Leo was oddly supportive. Mind you, it was just cause he’d fucked someone, but still.
"Well, actually, I -“
"You didn’t smash? Dude, why was he naked, then? I’m confused.”
“No, w-we did. O - or at least I - I think so…”
"Bro, how drunk were you if you can’t even remember?“ Leo asked, a bit of concern touching his excitable tone.
"I - don’t know that’s not the p -”
"Why weren’t you with us, Nico? You would have been a lot safer.“ Jason added. Of course that would be the first thing he said.
"I don’t know maybe I just -”
“We did have fun, it would have been better if we knew you were safe,” Frank commented.
“I’m sorry, I was -”
“SMASHING A DOCTOR!” Leo again.
"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP?“ Nico shrieked. The whole group took a step back. Well, except Percy. "I’m - I’m trying to tell you something.”
Leo had stopped hitting people. But he glanced over to Jason and whispered, “What else could there be to tell? I thought STI’s didn’t make an appearance for a few weeks at -”
"Leo, shut up,“ Jason said, eyes on Nico. "Nico, what is it?”
He nodded. If possible, his face must have gotten hotter. “I - um - well, I may have had sex with him b-but if I did it w-was because I um. He - well - I.. acci - accidentally married him,” Nico shut his eyes, wincing. Waiting for whatever yelling the group had to do.
"Y - you’re gay?“ Percy asked. Nico gulped, but not before Leo and Jason hit him. He barely flinched, just holding a confused eyelock with Nico.
Nico looked down. "Y - yeah. No shit, Sherlock,” he murmered angrily.
"Bring him out,“ Percy demanded, stone faced.
"The doctor. Bring him out. I want to see him.“
Nico hesitated. But after a few seconds of that glare, he was defenseless. "O - okay.”
He his head slowly towards the door. “Solace? Can you - can you come out, now?”
"Well, I won’t be coming out with as much style as you did but -“ he opened the door, "Hi, my name is Will, I’m Pansexual.”
Nico blinked. If he had recovered from his embarrassment at all, this was definitely a relapse. No one moved. Except Leo, who felt the need to smack Frank. He would have smacked Percy, but Percy was too busy glaring at Will.
"No? Tough crowd?“ Will joked, still smiling awkwardly. At least he had managed to put on some pants.
Percy stepped forwards. "Do you think this is a game, Solace?”
"I… I wouldn’t count it, no.“
"Over here,” he growled. He was really starting to scare Nico. No one had ever seen him like this, as far as he knew. Even Solace dropped his smile.
Will shuffled past Nico, to the middle of the hallway and near Percy.
Percy took another step forwards, closing the gap. His face was inches from Will’s. “If you so much as look at a hair on his head wrong, Solace, you’re dead,” he snarled. “My friend has been through a lot and he doesn’t need you being another fucking hole in his heart, you understand me? I think I speak for everyone when I say I’d gladly go to jail for Nico, so if I spend my life behind bars I would.be more than happy to make sure it’s because you were spending yours in a hospital bed. Do not. Hurt him. You got that?” he hissed, voice low and quiet. Menacing.
Will looked up at him, determination in his eyes. “Yes, I do.”
"Good.“ Percy’s nose twitched, then he turned to Nico. "I’m not proud of you for making such a rash decision, but I am proud of you for seeking help. Congratulations on coming out, and on your marriage. I’ll do my best to support you, no matter what decision you make.”
Nico gulped. He really hoped he wouldn’t cry.
Will practically skipped in, holding the breakfast tray like it was the key to neverland. “Nico….. Nico wake up!” he chuckled, setting the tray down and yanking the blinds open. A small groan echoed from the pile of blankets on the bed. Will turned around, cheeky as ever. Glaring at him was a very sleepy and very stubborn looking Nico.
"I hate you, Solace.“
"Ah, come on, we both know that’s not true.”
Nico just wrinkled his nose. He looked about to hide under his covers again, but then he lifted his head back up.
"Wait a minute… is that?“ he laughed a bit, "did you bring me McDonalds for breakfast.”
"Kids Meal, on me,“ Will winked.
"Awe, come on, Sunshine. It’s almost noon, anyways,“ Will chuckled, swinging his hips as he danced over to the lump on the mattress.
Nico groaned again. "Do not call me Sunshine.”
Will hopped onto the bed, poking Nico where he guessed his stomach was. “Fine, my little ray of darkness.”
Out of nowhere, the blankets exploded, and Nico was at Will’s eye level, giving a full level death stare. Will just grinned. “Happy anniversary, Nico.”
Commission for @yriafehtivan. Percabeth fluff ahoy (I haven’t written them in so long, this was such a treat). They’re about 24 in this. Under a cut for length.
Annabeth had been tossing and
turning in bed for hours, watching through blurry vision as the numbers on the
digital clock next to the bed flipped slowly towards three am. Percy was sound
asleep next to her, snoring and drooling as per the usual, and she wished she
could have joined him.
It had been over seven years since
the whole Tartarus fiasco, but sometimes, especially after a bad day, Annabeth
found it hard to sleep without visions of demons and monsters crisscrossing her
Careful not to wake Percy, she
slipped out of bed with a resigned sigh, tugging her robe on over her pajamas
and shuffling into her slippers. She ducked out of the bedroom, absentmindedly pulling
her now-ratty hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck.
The floorboards creaked softly
under her feet until she reached the kitchen, where the wood shifted to tile
and became completely silent. Annabeth crossed to the cupboards, moving by feel
alone, and pulled out a mug. The refrigerator gave her just enough light to
make herself a single cup of coffee, which she promptly dumped a pound of sugar
and creamer into and carried out onto the front porch, spoon clinking against
The sky was inky black, and the
ocean waves battered against the sand with a comforting crashing sound, one
that Annabeth had grown to adore over the years. She sank down onto their porch
swing and tugged her knees up with her, adjusting the robe with one hand and
holding the coffee out with the other so it wouldn’t spill.
This close to the ocean there was
less light pollution, so they could see the stars, see the constellations that
speckled the sky. Annabeth sipped at her coffee slowly, burning her tongue as
always, and gazed over them, pausing on certain ones and giving a soft smile.
The swing rocked under her gently, almost non-existent, and she leaned with it
Her fingers curled around the mug
as the sea breeze lifted and curled around her, whisking her loose curls across
her face and sending a pleasant chill down her spine. She tucked into herself
even more and lifted the mug to her lips, staring at the faint outline of the
tide stretching across the sand.
The moment they had graduated from
college, she and Percy had moved here, to Montauk, fixing up the cabin (or
rather, she redesigned certain parts and he helped her with it) and making it a
permanent home for them. Sally had bought the cabin after she married Paul and
had kept taking care of the place, even after all the years away from it. She had
been happy to sign the property over to them.
Annabeth had been wary, to say the
least, about moving in with Percy for good. It was one thing to live at the
same camp, or to go to the same school. Living together was permanent, in a
way. But they both agreed that they wanted to stay close to camp, help out with
any half-bloods that might need them, and Percy had insisted they be close to
the water. She didn’t blame him.
The breeze kicked up again, salt
biting at her lips, and something in her twisted, wanted to move. Her feet
clunked to the floor and she set her mug on the table next to the swing,
stepping out of her slippers and wrapping her robe firmly around her body. For
mid-September, it was chilly out, but the sand was still soothingly warm when
she reached it. The young woman sighed and, for a moment, breathed, completely
still, the wind buffering her body. She crossed the beach all the way down to
the water until it licked at her ankles, the liquid freezing compared to the
ground, and she tilted her gaze back up to stare at the stars.
Annabeth wasn’t sure how long she
had been standing there when the water pulled back from her feet, just enough
for her to realize that they were numb. She wasn’t too surprised when Percy’s
arms enveloped her from behind, cautiously, like he didn’t want to scare her.
She appreciated it, and leaned back against his chest with a sigh.
He tightened his grip on her and
kissed her temple. “You okay?”
(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.
Sorrow is too small a word for it - for the tragedy that devours his family in one terrible night, leaving only Percival, the last sad remnant of what had once been a family. Tragedy, they call it, in hushed whispers: so sad, what happened to those poor people. Sorrow is an insult, a thing too small to stand in the face of murder and destruction and the end of the world.
But sorrow is a beast with teeth of iron, and they rip at his mind and his soul until there is little left of humanity or even sanity. It screams in his head, echoes of all that he has lost - family, home, safety, future - until all that is left is Percy, last sad remnant of what had once been a person. Sometimes, he is not even certain that much remains.