but do you have any thoughts on Percy and beckendorf or the Hephaestus cabin in general in relation,
like I saw the link Hephaestus - quest - volcano - lava - scars - burn - metal - cabin 9 - beckendorf and immidatly decided that the dynamic would be my new obsession
ykw...i never really think abt the percy-hephaestus dynamic that deeply LMAO but i've always looooooooved percy and beckendorf's friendship and dynamic.
like we see in som that beckendorf was one of the only campers nice to tyson bc hephaestus works with cyclopses so beckendorf welcomed tyson without blinking at the fact that he's a "monster" and there's something soooooo special abt that to me.
like percy is arguing with all these people to defend tyson despite also being ashamed and embarrassed then here comes beckendorf who is just like "yeah welcome to camp, wanna build smth w me? come look at these forges over here" and percy and tyson get this reprieve with cabin 9 from all the looks and laughs and jokes and teasing and bullying. like:
:((( beckendorf giving tyson a little give for the quest in som is soooooooo :((((
anyway we also get a few lines here and there from percy mentioning working in the forges after this so i think it's fair to assume that this is the source of at least the percy-beckendorf friendship
also:
beckendorf and percy shared custody over mrs o'leary goes crazy. anyway there's something here about beckendorf sharing percy's refusal to buy into the surface level stereotypes i was talking abt here or idk beckendorf just being a chill dude
anyway anyway something about percy's bond to cabin 9 being born out of being viewed as a cabin of monsters - esp with tantalus's snide remark abt seeing the family resemblance between percy and tyson, equating him with "monsters" that need to be "kenneled" earlier that day when tyson was claimed...
percy says in tlt before he was claimed that he didn't have hephaestus's skill with metalwork but afterword spends time in the forges...just sitting there? maybe...or i like to think beckendorf taught him the skills like anybody else would need to learn rather than the innate knowledge that hephaestus kids are born with. or percy just sits there and looks pretty and chats beckendorf's ear off while admiring his big beautiful sweaty flexing muscles but hey what do i know
i also think percy would prove to be a good asset with his resistance to heat/lava/fire, his ties to the earth as poseidon is the earthshaker as well, and his connection to cyclopes. plue i think it'd be especially interesting after the whole mt st helens thing bc not only did he. yk. blow that shit UP. but he also met hephaestus and did a little side quest for him and i think the kids in cabin 9 would eat up the little details percy could share abt hephaestus and his personal forges. idk i just think it won him a lot of points w cabin nine LMAO
then lowk one of my fav side story with "pj and the bronze dragon" gives sm percy-beckendorf material like this interaction:
god they're literally besties 😭
also,, back up two screenshots "Nobody ever calls Beckendorf by his first name" then percy a few pages later:
I Know What You Are Perseus "Let Me Spend Three Pages Describing Beckendorf's Big Bulging Muscles And His Huge 'Catchers' Mitts' Hands" Jackson
SORRYSORRY IM DONE
um yeah percy and cabin nine - but more specifically beckendorf - is so special and dear. i love his friendship with beckendorf and how sweet their bond is. i'm always so distraught regarding the fact that beckendorf died on their mission together and percy had no choice but to leave him behind then carries the guilt of his death for years. nico tells percy that beckendorf didn't blame him but percy still can't accept it and carries that death for years....... i'm sick.
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playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘
or
reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''
for Charlie/Percy?
hello my favourite human! thank you for sending this in. you know i love and adore jackendorf (i have no idea if that's ther ship name but that's what my brain went with) anyway i went with the second one and i really hope you enjoy!! also happy love month <333
a second too late
reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''// jackendorf// 862 words
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CW: canon typical violence
Percy stands at the bow of the Andromeda, wind careless against his face, in his curls. He is careless back. Not once has he feared the deep dark of the ocean or the things that make it churn and he will not start now.
In seconds fast approaching he and Charles, a friend — something more if they have a life after this war — will carry through a plan that will hopefully dissipate travesty before it can blink into a future. Into their future.
A low whistle sounds, barely perceptible over the crash of water against ship but he hears it all the same. Monsters slump and shuffle and scuttle across the lacquered decks, deep unsettling laughter and general chaos spewing throughout.
“Good fucking riddance,” He salutes.
Before he can dive he sees a figure waving from the helm. It is frantic and uncoordinated, trying to garter attention rather than suppress it. The figure is obscured by shadow and silhouette with the early morning sun rising quietly behind them. He squints. They turn slightly. Everything inside Percy Jackson detonates.
“CHARLIE!” He screams, already pulling the ocean towards the helm, trying to catch his friend, trying to shelter him with everything he can.
The Andromeda erupts.
Percy hits the ocean with a dull thud and somewhere far away to o f a r for him to reach, Charles Beckendorf sinks to the sandy floor.
Percy barely gives himself time to adjust to the pressure of the sea, to the way his lungs work differently here. He’s hitting water and then he’s swimming. Green eyes starting to glow to account for the darkness of the water.
“CHARLIE!” He’s yelling and he knows it’s no use but if he doesn’t use every part of him to find the demigod, he will believe he has failed if he never sees him again. That is not an option.
“Please,” He’s choking on tears, as if he needed to add more salty drops to this great expanse. “Please please gods.”
He’s pleading to beings who don’t care, he’s pleading like maybe if he cares enough it would somehow work. About this, he will plead until he's raw to the bone. About Charlie he will care so much he will recreate the fate of Orpheus.
“Charles!” He can’t stop the tears or the fear, both engulfing him, strangling him. It is not underwater that takes his breath away but his own body. Drowning from the inside.
His shoulders give another shudder, strong enough to create rippling waves above him.
And then a small school of fish are swimming beside him and the ones in front are saying something. And he can’t hear them, concentrate on them, over the rushing in his head. It takes effort, effort that gives him a headache, that makes his hands tingle and his legs weak.
“What is wrong Lord?” He will never get used to them speaking as one. An all encompassing voice.
“My friend,” He manages to gasp out, “Have you seen him?”
They talk amongst themselves not speaking in any real way but communicating all the same. The one nearest to him swims closer still. “Let us show you my Lord.”
And then they’re swimming and he’s racing after them and his heart is beating faster than hummingbird’s wings and his legs are moving despite the little feeling he has in them and he will get there. There is no other option.
“Here Lord,” The school stops, spreading apart to reveal a body curled on the ocean floor.
With a choked sob Percy kicks towards it, hands already reaching, heart already syncing into rhythm it remembers, rhythm it knows.
“Oh gods Charlie,” He cries out, fear sharp and twisted in his voice, “I thought —“ He doesn’t even want to say it out loud.
With a gentle hand he threads his fingers behind the demigod’s neck, brushes a thumb across a sturdy jaw. Charles is breathing, the thin veil of air that Percy had somehow managed to wrap around him before disaster turned from foe to friend, is shaky and unstable but still in place.
With some exhausted concentration he stabilises the contraption, watches as his friend’s eyes flutter, breathing gets deeper, more even.
“Percy?” A croak from below as he is thanking the fish.
“Charlie?” He tries not to move too quickly but he can’t help the fingers that rush to smooth over deep brown skin, fire-warmed and full of life once more.
Without thought Percy kisses his cheeks, and then looks into sparkling gentle eyes, leans forward and places a soft kiss on Charlie’s lips.
“I’m so glad you’re alive.”
The demigod doesn’t respond with words, doesn’t even attempt. Charles Beckendorf smiles up at him in that beautiful soft way, and returns the kiss. Deeper and fuller and aching with relief.
When they break apart their inability to breathe is not the fault of being underwater but of stealing their own breath.
