Hello. I hope your doing well.
I'm sure you've probably gotten this ask before but do you have any like panic attack fics. Specifically for Percy or Jason but Nico ones are cool too.
If possible could it be the seven that help them out of it or smth. (This last bit isn't too important just a side note if it comes up while searching)
Thanks. Happy hunting for other fics as well as these ones. I love what yall do here. (mainly bc I need to learn how to use Ao3)(and as of rn I have no clue how it works)
Again thanks.
Hey there! Here's what we've got...
Green and Blue eyes by @kaufmann-6
Jason wakes up from a nightmare, in panic, and everyone is there to help him, especially Percy. Jason shows the son of the sea god how much better he is at drawing.
He's Not Real by @fandomfangirlfanatic
Jason Grace has been recently resurrected by Percy Jackson. However, Jason’s been struggling to adjust to his new body and his newfound life. I mean—was this even his body? Or was this some carbon copy? Safe to say he’s not handling it very well. Or, Jason has the worst derealization ever, dissociates, and has a panic attack all at the same time. (Also Percy’s there and we love him and he’s amazing.)
No Grace Can Hold Me Down by @fandomfangirlfanatic
He could still feel Tempest beneath him, the storm. Could still hear the last thing he said to Apollo, Piper’s screaming. Could still imagine Apollo’s look of horror and Piper’s devastation. He could feel the arrows. The spear. Sharp. Sudden. Tearing through muscles, piercing bone, ripping through organs. He remembered falling, falling, falling— He remembered landing on the wooden deck. Dazed, winded, hurt. He remembered the spear, yanked out of his back before driving in again, mercilessly. He remembered the blood on his face. ————— Or, Leo makes one ill-timed joke and it spirals from there (The second chapter is Percy’s POV)
What He Carries Home by wrapping_paper
Sally knows something is wrong with her son. When Percy comes home silent and shaking, she calls Annabeth - the only person who truly understands what Tartarus took from him. Together, they try to pull Percy back from the nightmares that won’t let him go. Set after Heroes of Olympus
split juice and dripping blood by TopGun101
And Percy's hands, his hands were moving before he could stop them. Reaching out. Toward the table. Toward the spreading pool of crimson. "Percy, no, you don't have to—" But his fingers were already touching it. Making contact with the wet surface of the table. And the juice was warm. Body-warm from sitting out. And sticky. It clung to his fingers as he pulled them back, strands of red connecting his hand to the table like sinew, like tissue, like the strings that held bodies together before they came apart. The juice dripped from his fingers. Ran down his palm. Pooled in the lines of his hand like a river finding channels, following the creases, the grooves, mapping out his life line and his heart line in red. Drip. Aka: Spilled drinks had stopped being accidents after Percy learned what blood looked like spreading across the ground.
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-Mod 2
Guys it happened again. I REPEAT. IT HAPPENED AGAIN
(However… not to be notpicky, but the fic is titled “No Grave Can Hold Me Down” you won’t find it if you search No Grace lol)
