I realised recently just how terrifying a lot of the descriptions of Piper’s charmspeak are. So I wrote a bit of a thing about it.
From the POV of some random Roman soldier trying to capture the Argo crew:
They had her cornered.
The Greek dissident, Piper - he thought, had led them on a foot chase through mazes of twisting city streets, before she had eventually hit a dead end.
She’d proven herself to be a tougher opponent than one might initially assume, taking out several Roman soldiers despite her small size and mere dagger as a weapon. However, now she was outmatched.
It was 3-to-1. There was no way she was getting past him and his two fellow legionaries.
“Believe me, it is in your best interest to surrender yourself, Graecus”.
His tone mimicked those of his centurions and praetors- one filled with confidence and control.
Piper’s eyes jumped between the three soldiers, assessing if there was any way she could hatch an escape plan.
She released a small, shaky sigh. Her shoulders seemed to sag, and her gaze dropped to the ground by her feet.
She looked resigned to her fate.
Somewhat regretful to have been caught.
A smug grin began to illuminate his face, already envisioning the reception he would receive when he returned to camp with a captured enemy soldier.
Then the girl opened her mouth. In that moment he realised it. She was not regretful about being caught, she was regretful about what she was about to do. And it was too late to stop her.
“You’re going to let me go”.
At first the voice hit him gently. It was not pushing, nor pleading. It was just grimly certain, like she already knew what was set to happen.
And then it seemed to strike him again, reverberating like an echo.
Let me go.
Let me go.
Let me go.
In the first echo, it was his best friend. It was a free summer evening and they were sprinting carelessly through sunset-lit fields, lungs bursting and hearts wrapped in warmth.
Then, it was his former girlfriend. Her face was inked in tears as she turned and walked away. Taking with her, a small part of his self.
In the final echo, it was his mother. And he was eight again, curled up on her lap as she soothed his beating heart. She was telling him stories — thousands of possibilities of who he could grow up to become.
But he was not eight anymore and he had not been for a long time.
Now she sat alone, waiting for him to come home. Scared he never would.
He felt her fear. It was in his bones. On his skin like sweat.
Terror was crystallising in his thumping chest. But he had forgotten why he was even scared.
Everything that he was and that he ever had been was floating intangibly around him. Like projections on film, so faded that only shapeless figures could be made out.
His vision had glazed into the soulless black of his mind.
For a minute, he thought that perhaps he could be content here.
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Set a few years after any canon events, Piper and Reyna are both now professional soccer players, playing for the same team.
It's Reyna's first season as captain, she's trying to prove herself as a leader and steer her team to a league title.
Piper is just trying to get through a game without getting a red card.
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Chapter 1 (Reyna’s POV):
Even from across the field, Reyna could see the fury in the opposition defender's face. From her spot at centre-back, she watched as the player marking Piper made another reckless challenge. The tackle sent Piper crashing to the ground, her legs taken out from under her, and she hit the turf hard. But instead of staying down, Piper sprang up with a grin, unfazed.
As the referee blew his whistle, awarding them a free kick, Piper shot a smug look at her opponent and muttered something that made the defender’s face redden with rage and splutter a heated response. Reyna didn’t need to hear the words to know they weren’t compliments.
Reyna could hardly fault the opposing player’s irritation; she had enough experience playing against Piper in training to know that the girl was a menace to defend. Sure, she was talented – she had incredible pace and technical skills, but also an infuriating ability to get in her opponents’ heads. She’d talk constantly during a game – make mocking remarks, ask irrelevant questions, gloat anytime she won the ball. She’d slide into outrageous tackles on players at least twice her size, then somehow manage to get the ref to call the foul in her favour. She had an uncanny ability to predict her opponents next move, allowing her to twist and turn her way through any defensive line. Then she’d glance back and laugh in their faces.
None of this had surprised Reyna the first time they’d played together. Afterall, they had spent years on battlefields together, and Piper played soccer with the exact same lively, cocky deminer that she fought monsters with
As the game went on, Reyna’s focus shifted. They were 1-0 up at 60-minutes, thanks to a neat cross from Piper that their striker had finished with ease. It was comfortable, but Reyna wanted more.
The captain’s band strained around her arm muscles. It was her first month as captain. Their former skipper had retired at the end of the last season and, despite the number of older, more experienced players on the team, their coaches had chosen her to step into the role. Reyna knew there would be chatter, people questioning whether she was the right choice. If she was going to prove herself, they had to be destroying every team they came up against.
Apparently, not everyone shared the same vision, as one of their midfielders made a loose pass, allowing their rivals to steal the ball. Reyna made a mental note to have a word with her teammate about that after the match. She prepared herself to go on the defence.
However, before the other team had a chance to even summon the beginnings of an attack, the ball was gone from them once more.
Reyna didn’t even know how Piper had got there so fast. Running up the right wing, the opposite side to her usual position, she slipped the ball out from under the feet of their opponents. Reyna watched on, impressed, as Piper weaved through a series of bodies. She stormed confidently towards the goal. Then the defender charged at her.
It was the same player as before, now hot with uncontrolled rage, and steaming at full pelt in the direction of the attacker. Reyna tensed as the defender went carelessly into a bone-crunching challenged. She winced as she smashed into Piper. Hard
There was a collective gasp from the crowd as the girl was flung into the air and landed on her back with a thump. The referee’s sharp whistle rang through the stadium, players from both teams started to run over. Piper wasn’t moving. Reyna felt her stomach drop.
Sprawled in a heap of her own limbs on the muddy grass, she looked still, almost lifeless.
Then the heap began to stir.
Shakily, Piper pulled herself to her feet.
Then she turned to the player who’d fouled her.
Piper may have been skilled at manipulating others’ emotions; however, she had less control over her own. She could rile up opponents with ease, but one particularly bad challenge or harsh word, and her temper flared, sending all rational thought out the window. It was a problem that often caused trouble for her—both on the soccer field and in the demigod world.
This considered, it was not even slightly unexpected when she rose to her feet and instantly launched at the defender who’d knocked her to the ground.
Damn it, Reyna cursed under her breath, heart racing as she sprinted toward the confrontation.
As the youngest captain in the league, she knew she had a target on her back. Teammates, rivals, fans, they were all waiting to see her fail. Expecting it from her.
She wasn’t going to let that happen. She was going to prove them wrong.
However, to do this, she would need to stop her teammate from receiving a red card. Not always an easy task when it came to Piper Mclean.
By the time Reyna reached the scene, Piper had confronted the other player, given her a rough two-handed shove, and was now squaring up to her again – projecting a stream of profanities directly into her face. Each insult was being returned by one with equal bite from the rival player, who was hot with rage and clearly gearing up to push Piper back. The ref blew his whistle furiously; he gestured wildly at the two quarrelling players, both ignoring him entirely.
Oh gods. This didn’t look good.
Despite her small size, Piper was strong (a result of many years of intense demigod training) and had no trouble brushing off her fellow teammates as they attempted to pull her away from the altercation. Fortunately, Reyna was stronger and, muscling her way through the growing crowd, managed to get a firm arm around Piper’s waist.
“Mclean”, she growled, forcefully escorting the child of Aphrodite away from the action. “Cut it out!”.
“Oh, come on! She just -”,
“I don’t care.” Reyna snapped. Yes, the challenge had been unfair, but that wasn’t her issue right now. Her primary concern was ensuring all of her teammates stayed firmly on the pitch.
"But she-”,
“Piper, you’re going to get sent off.”
Reyna’s voice was composed but assertive. It was the same tone she used when commanding soldiers, or when negotiating with hostile parties.
After some initial hesitancy, Piper began to calm down and, eventually, stopped struggling against Reyna’s hold. Reyna loosened her grip but didn’t quite let go. She’d seen the referee striding towards them and decided to keep a protective arm fastened solidly around the shorter girl’s torso.
“Are we good here?”, he questioned, with a hard glare at them both.
“All under control, ref”, Reyna reassured. Summoning a confident smile, as if she hadn’t just had to manhandle her teammate away from starting a fight.
His eyes flickered between the pair, brows glowering with suspicion. Then he huffed and reached for his back pocket, pulling out a bright yellow card and brandishing it towards Piper.
Reyna exhaled in relief, that could have been a lot worse.
“I’m warning you; I don’t want to see any of that again. Got it?”, he scowled. Both players nodded.
The other player also received a yellow, something Piper attempted to protest.
“Only a yellow?! That’s-”, her complaints quickly quietened when she saw the dangerous look in her captain’s eyes.
Reyna released Piper and they both went back to their positions, as the teams started to set up for a free kick. Before the restart she looked to the sidelines, where their coaching staff looked on. Christine, the head coach, was pacing anxiously. Her face an angry pink, as she engaged in an intense discussion with the rest of the team. However, when she spotted Reyna, her composure seemed to cool slightly. She gave an approving nod. Reyna let out a soft, involuntary sigh of relief.
What positions are they going to player? I definitely feel like Reyna’s more of a defender, Piper’s more of an attacker
100% agree, here’s my thinking:
Piper:
I think she’d be a winger
She’s definitely an attacker but i just don’t see her as a 9 for some reason
She likes to have a lot of freedom, she’s got insane pace and so much energy so she just wants to run all over the pitch
(Sometimes gets yelled at by coaches for being out of position a lot)
Super versatile player though and can pretty easily fill in for other roles if needed
Really good dribbler. She’s small and agile so able to weave around defenders well
Also a great penalty taker - her natural ability to read people means that she knows which way the keeper’s going before they do themselves
She’s one of those annoying players that just loves to wind opponents up. She’s always making comments in their ears, going for their ankles, messing with them at any point she can
Extreme shithouse
Gets a lot of yellow cards
Reyna:
A center back for sure
She’s literally built like a brick wall - she’s tall, super strong, also vaguely terrifying
Literally no one is getting past her
Generally able to muscle just about any player off the ball
Despite her size and strength, she’s also surprisingly agile. very good at getting the ball back without committing many fouls
Although, definitely not against going in for a hard tackle if that’s what her team needs
Will psych out other teams in the tunnel. She doesn’t even do anything but her general intimating aura is enough to put opponents off
Buzzing for a Pipeyna soccer fic! Hoo and soccer are literally two of my favorite topics
Are you thinking like college au? NWSL?
Are they playing for the same team? Rivals?
I think I’m gonna keep it canon compliant (at least mostly).
Like it’s set 5+ years after the last book, and both Piper and Reyna happen to end up on the same soccer team.
Their teammates obviously don’t know they’re demigods. When people ask how they knew each other before, they just say something about playing youth soccer together.
Might keep it a little vague what league they’re in. NWSL obviously makes more sense but I’m British so I know a lot more about the WSL. It may end up being a bit of a mix of both.
The fact that Jason was never actually at the Wilderness School with Piper and Leo is so much funnier when you think that he’s like 90% of the trio’s impulse control.
Like you have to assume they have conversations like,
Leo: Remember that time we nearly blew up a classroom then Jason stopped us
Piper: Hahah yeah that was crazy. Wait- Jason was never there
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so we know Rachel is super famous and Piper probably is too and then Percy blew up a monument and was kidnapped, and Jason and Thalia are the missing children of a movie star. What if people started seeing the others on like Rachel and Pipers social media and it started a conspiracy theory thing. What r ur thoughts?
THE DRAMA. Wait. I have.... A mini-fic idea. Stay with me.
- Meet Agent Harris, FBI. He has been assigned to Jason Grace’s missing person case. High profile, obviously.
- It's a weird case. Mom mentally unstable. Sister an outcast. Dad in and out. There are a few pictures of them, but oddly enough the guy sometimes looks like two different people? Twins maybe? She won't say. Best guess is that she accidentally killed the kid and hid the body.
- Well, shit. Daughter is gone too. Celebrities, right? Can't control their own children. Probably off to look for her brother. Unlike Jason, there's been sightings of the girl. She's apparently found other runaways to keep her company.
- Okay... So she's fallen completely off the map. Strange. He was onto something. Luckily, he has a new partner to help him on the case. Should be good.
- It's been years and nothing. NOTHING. Officially, it's a cold case, but weird stuff is happening. Harris can't let it go. He's digging up old cold cases and the father? He’s appeared in a couple now. The weird part is that they are all so far in the past. How is that possible?
- It's fine. He got assigned to a new case. A child terrorist? Come on. That's all media hype. It's - wait a goddamn second. That girl and boy... WERENT THEY ON THE RUN WITH THALIA GRACE?!
- The girl? Definitely. The boy? Maybe...? He looks only a little older than when he first saw him. How can anyone age that slowly? And wasn't there another blonde boy somewhere?
- This fugitive kid is actually a kidnapped child. Shocker. Harris wasn't able to get there in time to interview him personally. Local police are useless.
- wtf there is a conspiracy theory blog about Jason Grace? Sightings in California? No way. Still, it’s a lead.
- HOLY FUCK IS THAT THALIA FUCKING GRACE?!?? Why does she look 15??? Shouldn't she be like 19??? Does she just look young??? Is this a cosplayer somehow???? Wtf??? Somehow her picture got leaked on social media and the world is going WILD. Harris is trying to locate her for an interrogation, but he can't pinpoint her location. His partner says to be patient, but what if she disappears again?
- Okay, so the fugitive/kidnapped kid and Beryl Grace’s alleged daughter...know each other? Wait, the blonde girl and that boy who walked weird... They were both seen with them. Is this a... Weird runaway thing? Is there just a group of kids hiding somewhere? They all appear to be in New York.
- NEVERMIND! There's another fucking Jason Grace sighting according to www.GraceUsWithTheTruth.com. The current theory on the website is aliens.
- His partner is great moral support. She's the best and the only reasonable voice here. Thank God she - ANOTHER SIGHTING! Someone posted a picture on Twitter of them all at a school dance. Records show none of them even go to school there - and who are these new kids? They look so freaking familiar.
- No. Absolutely not. It can't be! That was one of the most infamous unsolved cases of all time - and happened 80 years ago! No way!
- Okay, so... There was that di Angelo case forever ago. The building exploded and only the remains of the mother was found. Nothing was left of the children and people infamously believe the kids somehow escaped.
- Maybe they did and these two random children are somehow descendants? That's the only logical explanation, but the resemblance is so uncanny... The school records say they even have the same names. No. No way. Someone out there has a sick sense of humor.
- What. The. Fuck. They know Jackson and Grace too?!?! Jesus - he needs to talk to Jackson’s mom about an interrogation. Wait. What? Wtf Jackson’s mom is that famous sculptor/writer?? HOW IS THIS ALL CONNECTED?!
- Doesn’t Sally Jackson also have a missing person’s report on her first husband? Could all this weird shit possibly relate? Is there a kid mafia going on or something?
- His partner says he needs to relax. Easy for her to say. She's always calm in these situations. Okay, so he's got a missing movie star’s oddly aged daughter, a random boy who belongs in a 1930s cold case, and that one TNZ kid who apparently blows up gyms in his free time. Great. No clue how blondie fits in still. Is she somehow the ringleader? She actually looks kinda of familiar....
- So...the guy who owns Dare Enterprises? Yeah. His daughter apparently knows these people. It's been 9 cups of coffee and he still can't fathom this one out. According to Mr. Dare his daughter and the Jackson kid attend the same school. That explains nothing. He keeps showing up on her social media and now other people are recognizing him.
- Oh God. Oh no. Thalia Grace also appeared in this girl’s social media and now everyone is saying Dare Enterprises are conducting secret experiments on children. Honestly? It’s better than anything he’s got, but getting a warrant might be hard.
- Maybe he dismissed aliens too soon.... Alright, it's fine just - ISNT THAT TRISTAN MCLEAN’S KLEPTO DAUGHTER???! E N O U G H
- His partner needed to take emergency leave. How typical. Apparently McLean is a runaway too. She's with this Leonidas kid and.... No fucking way. It can't be....JASON GRACE?!?!
- The internet is broken. Some conspiracy YouTuber managed to identify this blonde teenager as Beryl Grace’s missing son by that scar on his lip. Everyone is saying it's a Hollywood scam bc their parents were both actors.
- Yo wtf Jason Grace pops up and Percy Jackson has officially been reported as missing. They don't pay him enough for this. He is at least he is positive he has a lead. All of this is centered around New York. He’s positive-
- There was a sighing of Percy Jackson in California. Typical. That's where the Jason Grace sightings originally were... what’s there?
- He has no answers. Nothing. His partner has left him for good apparently and... Wait. That little girl is supposed to be dead. Her case was one they learned in school. It's from the 1920s. She's dead. She died in an avalanche. His boss says her prints match The dead girl’s? What...the...fuck...
- IS THAT PERCY JACKSON WITH THE DEAD GIRL?!?!
- Harris is losing his mind. What are the connections here? Aliens? Human trafficking? Organ harvesting? Time travel?? HE HAS TO KNOW
- Piper McLean is ruining his life. She also apparently knows that blonde girl who is literally EVERYWHERE. She also won't stop posting pictures of her and Jason Grace and all these other random kids with vague connections to his case. Three new conspiracy theories popped up. The Dare Enterprises is still the most popular.
- The Grace siblings took a photo together and now his boss is saying the case might be given to the CIA. Over his dead body.
- Nico di Angelo has popped up again. He’s with...isn’t that Naomi Solace’s kid? WHAT IS WITH CELEBRITIES?!?
- They both appeared on Dare’s social media. Damnit. One person recognized di Angelo from the cold case and now the Dare secret lab thing is out. Naomi Solace apparently spoke out to say her son is not friends with a boy from a 1930s cold case, but the public doesn't seem to care. Someone else identified Hazel Levesque from McLean’s social media and now they are saying kids are getting kidnapped from the past and held in some cryogenic chamber.
- According to the most popular conspiracy theorist, the guy who tried to kidnap Jackson that one summer is the one who kidnapped all the other kids and he stores them somewhere. For what purpose? Nobody knows. There's a rumor that one of the unknown kids running around with them is that guy’s son.
- Paul Blofis agreed to an interview. He said people are being dramatic. All these kids just go to camp together. Camp? Really? Is he expected to believe that? Perhaps he’s in on it...
- Oh, how nice. His ex-partner says she has a gift for him (:
It was nice working with you these past years. Your theories were close, but never quite there. The truth is a hard thing to grasp for mortals. Hopefully, she will help you find your answers. -Athena
- The gift is a baby. He now has a baby.
- He still isn't paid enough for this.
- The blonde girl is at his door with the kids from his case. Why? Oh, god. Oh, he’s next isn't he? No, no, no-
- “Agent Harris? Hi, my mother sent me. My name is Annabeth Chase and I'm told you’re the father to my new sister.”
- “Excuse me? I haven't fathered any children-”
- “Yeah, my mom doesn't have children in the usual way. Why don't you sit down? We have a lot to explain.”
So I’m trying to finally start getting back into writing fanfic again, if anyone wants to send some hoo/pjo one-shot prompts to my inbox it would be hugely appreciated
(Even better, some Aphrodite cabin related prompts because I’m planning to write a collection of cabin 10 mini fics)
- im so here for weird lil scrawny Piper with a choppy ass haircut
- if you’re really going to leave her with nothing but a knife, at least let her be a small speedy assassin who can pull it out and shank you faster than blinking
- she helps Leo design some tiny celestial bronze bombs and she runs around 24/7 with small explosives hidden in her pockets and in her socks, ready for use
- she pranks Drew for like 3 years straight by putting various things of Drew’s in jell-O (”The Office” style) until Drew confesses that she’s been happily eating the jell-O gifts all along and then they become friends
- smirking all the time, all her life, smirking in her sleep
- actual plans and like strategies being built around her charmspeak, like “ok we need to steal X thing from X monster in order to defeat X other monster, so Piper go do your thing”
- convincing ppl to give her piggyback rides wherever she goes? but the only person that SHE will give piggyback rides to is Reyna and it’s ridiculous bc Reyna 1. takes so much convincing (it’s like months before she finally sighs “yeah, mclean, you can give me a ride” and hops on) and 2. is so much taller that her feet almost touch the ground but Piper will NOT put her down until the journey is complete god i hate them somebody get me fanart pls
- steals Annabeth’s clothes and then pretends they were always hers, even though that shirt is CLEARLY too big for you, Piper, you’re fucking short, no one is fooled, give it back
- runs around in like cutoff shirts and dudes’ basketball shorts that fall all the way past her knees
- is just a weird impish mischief child unless her gf is around and then she has actual heart eyes and acts like a goddamn gentleman
*trigger warning: su*cide attempts mentioned (not in detail)*
After Jason dies she goes to a really dark headspace- like really dark.
In literally just a few months she watches her two best friends die right in front of her (even if Leo did come back), plus she’s probably still kind of recovering from the Argo quest/giant war (she hasn’t actually known she’s a demigod for that long as she’s not had much chance to rest).
It’s implied that after moving to Oklahoma Piper and her dad’s relationship is going to get better but what if Tristan just becomes desperate to regain his previous fame/lifestyle and things get worse. He’s constantly away trying to find jobs and even when he’s home he can’t really be there for Piper because he doesn’t know about so much of her life.
She’s alone and grieving and angry at Leo for not telling them he was back and at the gods for letting Jason die and at herself for not being able to save them.
She tries to kill herself.
It’s unsuccessful- perhaps Coach Hedge or Mellie save her. However, the gods are not happy. They have pretty backwards beliefs on suicide, partly due to old fashioned Ancient Greek views but mainly because if demigods are killing themselves, they’re not there to be used as pawns for the gods when they need them.
Almost all of the gods (and some demigods) turn their back on her, her mother sees her as an embarrassment to her bloodline, demigods are hesitant to go on quests with her because they know the gods aren’t gonna be helping them out when they need it.
I can see her becoming this infamous outcast figure who’s constantly disrespecting and causing trouble for the gods (what has she got to lose, they hate her anyway)- always dangerously close to getting struck by Zeus’s lightning but the gods also know that she’s saved their asses a few too many times for them to just smite her.
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piper and leo are those type of friends who have so many intricate inside jokes that when they’re in public together they just keep forming half-baked sentences and vague noises before one of them understands and they literally can’t finish a single phrase without bursting out into ugly laughter and concerning everyone in a 20 foot radius except for jason who fake laughs and rolls with it
the inside jokes they have with jason are always ridiculous insults about somebody so when the person they joked about walks into a room jason ALWAYS LAUGHS REALLY OBVIOUSLY and piper and leo are like DUDE SHUT UP but can’t help it and join in
Everyone who is saying that Rick Riordan is ‘trying’
He is a cishet white man. Yes, he wrote the book a few years back and there was little rep back then. Yes, he has lots of POCs in the book. But the harmful stereotyping is not okay.
I remember when I first read about Samirah, another hijabi. I was so happy and excited. God, what a fucking let down.
He had her engaged to her cousin at TWELVE YEARS OLD. If this was a little white girl, would you stand for it? NO! Because that’s stupid. Children can’t get engaged. Yes, alot of Muslims don’t have pre-maritial relationships and that results in arranged marriages. But having arranged marriages with two consenting adults is different than having an arranged marriage between children.
Also, about the on-off Hijabi thing. Why can we not have representation where the hijabi character CAN KEEP HER FUCKING HIJAB ON? Why is it that a character is not complete unless she takes off her hijab? It makes me and other hijabis feel like we are missing something by keeping our hijab on all the time.
You guys say that we are ‘being mean to him’. Well, when JK Rowling was being a bitch, were you afraid to be ‘mean’ to her? Jk Rowling is a TERF and we all know that. We all say that. But when I call Rick Riordan a racist, I’m being mean?
Should we be thankful to get any representation at all? That even the worst stereotypes are better than nothing? That’s not fair. It’s not fair that we have to settle for shitty representation when white ppl get to play every character imaginable. Why don’t authors to just do their research? Just listen to the fans of color? But they aren’t willing to put in the effort in and it’s unfair to all the POCs out there who get shitty representation.
YES FUCKING EXACTLY!!! As a Muslim girl I was so excited for Samirah and I was so fucking disappointed when I read the books. There’s so many harmful stereotypes in her character and it sucks. @thepurpledragon4444 wrote it fucking perfectly.
jason grace is the soft, gentle breeze piper feels on her surfing days at the beach.
occasionally, he’ll blow some seashells into her hands as a message to let her know he’s still with her.
jason grace is the reason leo hasn’t burned down the camp yet.
he’ll go and sit in bunker 9 while leo works and observes, reminiscing days when he was able to do it in person.
jason grace is the wind that makes sure reyna’s arrows fly with utmost accuracy on hunts.
the son of jupiter creates small pathways with leaves to guide the daughter of bellona down trails with the best prey.
jason grace is clear skies that percy experiences when he’s racing through the air on blackjack or on a swim.
the son of poseidon has a feeling it’s really him; letting percy enjoy the most beautiful parts of the world.
jason grace is the wind that blows obstacles out of annabeth’s way on her morning runs.
he brushes twigs, loose branches, everything out of her path so his friend can have a peaceful, relaxing workout like how he knows she likes it.
jason grace is the presence that frank feels next to him whenever he’s soaring through the skies as an animal of flight.
jason grace is the breeze that flows through hazel’s hair as she races around meadows on arion.
he’s the one taking her down unknown trails, showing her the mountains as arion thunders down them.
jason grace is the stars smiling down at nico, creating a small constellation of bianca di angelo.
nico knows it’s him. he goes out to the docks every night to watch the smiling face of his sister in the sky and he begins to picture the son of jupiter there as well, both watching over him.
jason grace is the bird that chips around apollo whenever he’s singing or playing his ukulele, adding another harmony to intertwine with his old friend’s music.
do you ship pipercabeth? if you do could you write some headcanons?
Love me some poly ships :)
Percy and Piper together are a menace. They get up to so much trouble, Annabeth seriously questions sometimes if she’s dating two adults or two toddlers
Piper was afraid that, given how long Percy and Annabeth already knew each other, she might end up left behind, but they wouldn’t let any of that come up and made sure Piper felt and knew she was just as much part of their relationship as the two of them.
There’s been people joking that Percy’s a player, having two girlfriends, and it annoys him to no end because it’s really not like that. Piper and Annabeth started falling in love while Percy and Annabeth were together - Percy was not going to make her decide. And he liked Piper. He could make it work. (Obviously, it ended up as more than just making it work)
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Aww but you guys, I really want the old gang and the new gang to be family. Grover making some amazing vegetarian chili with Piper in the Mess Hall (”Is this… uh, G, is this half a soda can?” “That’s just what it comes in, you don’t have to eat it. Actually, I’ll take care of that, hand it over.” “Hey, no, get your own!”) Juniper sitting with Nico near that quiet grassy stretch near the trees, teaching him how to busy his shaking hands by twisting the delicate stems of flowers into crowns.
Reyna and Clarisse hanging out in the armory, dusting, reorganizing, sharing trade secrets and favorite ways to completely mess up a dude. Also? Clarisse has so many embarrassing stories about Percy. Reyna’s never laughed so hard in her life.
Dakota and Travis and Connor wreaking havoc–triple the trouble, triple the, uh. Trouble. They’re in trouble. Chiron’s coming and they should probably run. Frank lining up a shot at the archery range, holding the tension in his arms, breathing in, standing steady, and–”Hey, so, I heard you stole my little brother’s job over in New Rome?” His shot goes wide, and Thalia laughs. “Let me show you how it’s done, kid.”
Rachel and Hazel listening to old jazz albums, humming along together and sharing an easel, just covered in paint and giggling. Butch helps them make stained glass sculptures that dance and glitter in the wind. Tyson and Leo as partners whenever there’s a game of Chicken in the Sound; Leo’s got skinny little arms, but nobody can knock Tyson down. “We are the champions!”
Reyna and Annabeth sitting together on the beach, listening to the waves, soaking in the sun. There’s not much they need to say–and the press of their shoulders speaks loud enough, anyway. Percy and Jason facing off in the arena, a clash of titans that somehow ends up in a ridiculous dance-off. Piper and Thalia sharing earbuds and singing dramatically at one another. Will and Hazel tearing through the forest together, unlikely Capture the Flag partners, small and silent and deadly. Frank and Clarisse racing up the climbing wall. “No cheating, little brother!”
Just a big cross-country family. Late night Iris messages. Postcards sent from around the world: Love from yet another death-defying quest, wish you were here! Orange and purple tye-dyed shirts. E-mails and selfies and road trips and slumber parties, sharing drinks and eye-rolls as they hover near the buffet during Official Olympus Celebrations. Trading stories and keeping secrets and knowing one another’s scars, the violence that cut them deep, the exact touch to ease a nightmare. Stolen hoodies and kisses to cheeks and warm hands to hold, a solid weight to lean against, and too much laughter, always.
