#malceyna

These are only for romantic pairings, not platonic.

The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3.

F.A.Q.

I was going to write some more of Cafe Jupiter tonight but this ask completely derailed me.

I'm gonna do just my writing ships because I don't want to get flamed or attacked for criticizing major canon pairings. I do have feelings and thoughts about those.

1. Jeyna - this one is too easy because they've been my muse for years. I just love their whole story. I'm a sucker for tragic canon stories and Jeyna is a tragedy especially from Reyna's perspective. The girl just opened up to someone after so long and then he's taken away from her. She has to be strong for her city at such a young age and then fate messes her again and forces her to watch someone she deeply care about barely acknowledge her. I've been influenced by fanfic!Jason who is either more observant or aware of his actions. I've never read canon!Jason. Their story just has elements that are so easy to grab, twist into an AU and then see what my imagination produces. I love them to bits.

2. Malcolm/Rachel - This probably should be Liper but I love these two individually and together. They're also my own creation from reading a random prompt. I have so much freedom with Malcolm because he doesn't have the canon shackles. He's such a sweetheart and loves everyone but flawed because he unconsciously deprives himself of what he wants. Rachel is just full of life and love and is fearless. I believe the two of them would respect each other and their passion and balance each other with their different personality and bring the best out. Rachel dragging Malcolm out of his shell. Malcolm slowing Rachel down to appreciate things.

3. Liper - Oh man. I have to confess I started shipping them because of Jeyna. Liper just fits neatly beside them. But as I grew as a writer and wrote more Liper, the pairing grew on me as well. Piper and Leo are dynamic characters on their own. They're witty, sarcastic and loves having fun. Leo's dialogue just rolls off my fingertips. Together, they're wonderful. I know they can be loud, crazy and dynamic but I like explore their softer side. They have an inherit trust and love as friends that's just precious. It's those quiet moments that I love writing. Because they know each other so well, they won't pry. They just allow each other to open up gradually.  

4. Malceyna - I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS SHIP THAT I CREATED AND KIND OF ABANDONED AND CONVERTED INTO A BROTP. Malcolm was just a name of a male demigod I needed to either make Jason jealous and let Reyna talk at that wasn't part of the core characters. Who knew he would grow out of hand and get his own ship. I sure as hell didn't. Reyna deserves someone to be smitten over her and boy is Malcolm. It's just at times this pairing feels unbalanced. Like he loves her so much but Reyna is always pinning for Jason. I don't think I ever fully written Reyna in love with Malcolm. My poor boy!!

5. Drew/Connor - this is a pairing I haven't explored fully yet but I really really really want to. Layers of Drew is an ambitious fic. I knew that when I first started it. But Drew deserves to be a complex character because it makes her so much more interesting. Connor wasn't on my radar much. Again, just another name of a camper I recognized. But I wanted Drew to fall for a nice boy especially when he's not her typical type. I haven't written them together yet but my mind is just spinning with ideas.

6. Freyna (Frank/Reyna) - THIS HAPPENED BY ACCIDENT TOO!! I blame @piper-mc-meme for this. Though, she has evidence I caused her to ship this. They're my BrOTP for the longest time especially in my GoT AU. Frank is such a soft kind boy who has to step up and be something he's not inherently. And Reyna would mentor him and be awed by his growth. I have a canon fic in the works about them working together as praetor, learning each other quirks and supporting each other. Sadly, this ship is just all in my head right now.

7. Leyna - Cafe Jupiter is kind of forcing me to explore this pairing. Which means I'm forcing myself??? Ugh my head. It's just my favorite thing to have Reyna sass Leo in either Spanish or English. I feel like Leo would just melt because a hot girl is sassing me. I just can't feel like Reyna would love Leo more than a friend. Like she wouldn't be physically attracted to him.

8. Jaisper - Another ship all my fics kind of forces me to write. The history of Piper and Jason is unavoidable and I want to acknowledge it in my fics. To me, Piper represents escape for Jason. She's the choice to run away from his responsibilities and past. I just write my Jason way to honorable to take that choice in most cases. To Piper, Jason is her ideal story book hero and she kind of puts him on a pedestal. They make up a pretty picture of a perfect couple and I want that to strain on them. Funny enough, I haven't properly broke them up in any fic yet. Oh man, that's gonna be a roller coaster to write because they do care deeply for each other.

Oh man I would if I could. The AU is kind of stale to me right now which I hate because I adore that AU. 

I’ve had a few wonderful reviews from people over time the years and I’m trying my hardest to muster up the final thoughts to close up that AU and move on. I’m gonna need to bounce ideas off with someone to get the final ideas just right. I know in my heart the next one-shot should finish that AU.

It doesn’t help that I’m trying to move with WIP to google docs and they’re kind of spread all over the place and my internet keeps cutting in and out.

How about an outtake from the Market prompt? This was an idea I was gonna use but scrapped for what’s currently published:

Piper thanked the Roman shopkeeper as he handed her two ice cream cones. The Feast of Fortuna was in full swing. Shopkeepers of New Rome had set their carts out along the road as campers from both Half-blood and Jupiter roamed the streets. The exchange was slowly coming to an end, another successful meeting of the demigods and legacies. Piper smiled as a few Greek girls tried to flirt with Bobby, Jason’s Fifth Cohort buddy. She weaved through the crowd, trying to find where she left Jason.

“Excuse me,” Piper said as she squeezed through a tight spot, nearly tripping. Strong arms grabbed her arms, holding her up right. Piper looked up, expected to see Jason but gasped as she recognized the dreamy gray eyes and neat dirty blond hair. “Malcolm…” She whispered, stepping away from the boy and noticing Reyna beside him. “Reyna… What are you two doing?”

Reyna looked so natural in her traditional Roman dress. Unlike her formal purple toga, she wore a white toga with gold trimmings. Her hair was braided in elaborate twists and small white flowers were weaved in. A purple shawl was pulled over her right shoulder, signifying her rank. Malcolm was dressed in a pair of jeans and a flannel button-up, unbuttoned revealing his half-blood camp shirt. He looked out of place beside the beautiful Roman girl.

“Malcolm needs to buy some souvenirs. He’s been neglecting it all week.” Reyna replied as she held back a piece of her dark hair as the wind blew. Malcolm rolled his gray eyes, smiling at the girl. Reyna glared at him. “Don’t smile, it’s true.” Malcolm chuckled, shaking his head.

“It’s because I could rarely find any time. Romans are a stickler for schedules. How do you Romans breathe?”  Malcolm teased. Reyna rolled her dark eyes and crossed her arms. “Where’s Jason?” He asked Piper, oblivious of the death glare the female praetor was giving him. “Don’t you need to address the crowd soon?” He asked the second question poised to Reyna.

“Missed me, Malcolm? Sorry, but you’re not my type.” Jason replied from behind Piper. Piper turned around and smiled at her boyfriend. Jason was dressed in traditional Roman clothes too. His white toga draped over his broad shoulders. A thin golden circlet rested on his blond hair, slightly crooked. A deep purple shawl sat across his left shoulder. Before Piper could move, Reyna crossed the distance, reaching up and adjusting the circlet. Jason bent down, allowing the girl to smooth his hair in public. “I bet I look like a mess.”

“Just a bit,” Reyna whispered, smoothing down the creases in purple fabric.

HOW HAVE I NOT ANSWER THIS ASK YET??? I’m horrible and have too many asks in my inbox. 

If this was a question about how I made Malcolm, some people on tumblr were gushing about him from one of my fics and he kind of created an arc for himself. It’s Checkmate and can be read on my fanfiction or ao3 account. Here and here and somewhere on my tumblr account.

If this is about how their relationship came to be. Strap in folks, get ready for a brain dump. This is from a canon sense since I haven’t thought of this pairing in months. 

Malcolm made the first move. He knew about Reyna from stories for Annabeth about the quest and New Rome in general. He loved the idea of creating a city for demigods after their lives and literally begs Annabeth for details.

When he first met Reyna, he’s a little starstruck. It was at a formal event and she’s all dressed up wonderfully. The girl is a legend, a hero. She thinks Malcolm is a little strange, just staring at her as she awkwardly moves on. Annabeth thinks it’s hilarious because Malcolm doesn’t not freeze like that and he just did.

Their second meeting was more casual. He was up early sketching the city and Reyna was out on a coffee break. She surprised him by commenting on his drawing of the Senate. Malcolm jumped, almost dropping his sketch pad in the process. They chatted a bit more, she looked through his drawings and is very impressed by his details. They talk about the city and she drawn in by his opinion, rarely hearing it from an outsider’s point of view.

He gradually grew more comfortable with Reyna. No longer starstruck by her and started appreciating the girl underneath. He asked her out after one of their tour of the city. Reyna is heistate of course. She hasn’t reconciled her feeling for Jason and the words of Venus still haunts her. Malcolm makes a bet, just one date.

It went well. Like really well. Reyna and Malcolm were actually both surprised which they laughed at the end of the day when he walks her back. Reyna kisses him at her door, glad he made a stupid bet, before closing the door on him.

A/N: I was cleaning up my WIP trying to get organize and found this half-finished gem. Re-edited a bit but couldn’t think of a good ending so left it a little open. I might add a note with how I would have liked to end it. Sorry for being like 2 or 3 years late. I’m horrible but there’s Malceyna if you squint! AHHH first fic of the New Year. 1 out of 12.

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“Why are you here?” Annabeth demanded with her tennis racquet held over her head as she glared down at the trio of boys. Percy, Leo and Jason laid sprawled in a dry tall grass beside the chain fence. Jason could only see the white laces of her scuffled tennis shoes and her tan calfs. She lowered her racquet with a sigh. “Get out of the bushes. Peeping toms.”

“Hey!” Percy shouted as he hopped up glaring at her. “We weren’t peeping. Jason fell…” Jason groaned as shoved Leo off his back before lifting himself up, rubbing his shoulders.

“You shoved me when Annabeth was approaching.” Jason murmured back, brushing twigs and loose grass out of his blond hair. The three boys were dressed in their soccer uniforms, returning from a long practice. The sun still sat high in the sky as students head home or away to other plans. “Percy was wondering if you needed a ride.” Percy glared at his cousin but Jason ignored him, looking around the tennis court for a certain singles player. “You’re still practicing?”

“We just finished. Reyna’s changing.” Annabeth answered with a knowing smirk. “Someone splashed some gatorade on her shorts.” She turned to Percy. “Thanks for the offer but my brother is picking us up.” Jason tried not to smirk too widely at Percy’s deflated look.

“You rang, sis?” The high school boys turned as Annabeth’s older brother approached. Malcolm dressed casually in track pants and a loose t-shirt. A tennis bag slung over his broad shoulders. “You can hang out with your friends. Reyna wants to hit a few balls since they’re still light out.”

“Don’t.” Jason warned, grabbing Leo’s arm, noticing the way Leo’s eyes lit up at the word ball. This wasn’t time for a ‘ball’ related joke.

“Jase, he basically lobbed for that for me.” Leo replied with a pout.

“I’m sure there will be more opportunities for you to make a fool of yourself, Valdez.” Jason turned at Reyna’s voice, a quip to defend his friend ready on his lips before he forgot it when he saw her outfit. Reyna wore a very tight fitting white tennis top with a dark short purple skirt. The clothes hugged her body like a second skin, leaving little to imagination. Reyna’s racquet tucked underneath her armpit as she adjusted her skirt. Noticing the silence, she looked up. “Like right now for instance.”

“Um…” Leo croaked, blinking as he smiled nervously. Jason didn’t know where to look. From her mile long legs to her tan bare shoulders or the cleavage her bra pushed up, everywhere felt dangerous. Unconsciously, his eyes followed the movements of her hand as she tucked tennis balls in the spandex underneath her skirt, revealing more skin. Bad, bad, bad. Jason repeated, pulling his eyes away to meet her gaze. Reyna’s dark eyes looked amused. Oh she noticed Jason’s staring.

“Come on, Rey, if your fanclub is done drooling, let’s play. I know you’re trying to distract me with your little skirt.” Malcolm called out as he tugged her braid when he passed by.

“Someone slipped gatorade on me!” Reyna shouted back as she playfully swung her racquet at him. The boy laughed as he dodged the swing and jogged towards the court. “God Malcolm, you’re such a pervert.” She murmured with a fond smile. “He’s helping me with my serve. Keep Annabeth entertain.” She said waving as she entered the court.

“Can do.” Jason whispered as he watched her walk away. Jason shook his head at how stupid he acted. Leo and Percy chatted beside the trunk of Jason’s car, changing out of their sweaty soccer jersey into clean t-shirts. Annabeth sat on the bleacher, watching Reyna and Malcolm rally. “I am here to entertain you.” Jason announced as he sat beside Annabeth.

“Oh yeah?” Annabeth replied as she pulled out a granola bar. She pulled a bit before offering Jason some. He took a bit before looking over at the court. Malcolm and Reyna stood in the middle, talking as he demonstrated the arm and body movement. Reyna mimicked him. A serious expression on her face even as Malcolm’s hand gently adjusted her posture. He whispered, hand still at the small of her back, and their faces close. “Hey, don’t take your frustration out on the granola.”

“What?” Jason said before looking down at his sticky crumbly hands. “Ugh man,” he murmured as he shook his hand out accepted the water bottle to rinse it off. “I’m not being very entertaining am I?”

“You are. I’m wondering when you’re going to make your move.” Annabeth replied back as she bumped her shoulder against his. Annabeth leaned in close, her face inches away from Jason’s. “They’re not dating by the way. He’s waiting until after graduation.”

“How considerate.” Jason murmured back, looking at Annabeth’s gray eyes. “Why are you telling me this?” Annabeth studied him but her gaze revealed nothing of her thoughts. She reached out, putting her hand on his knee. “Annabeth…” He warned, praying Percy wasn’t watching. A tennis ball smacked violently against the metal fence in front of Jason and Annabeth. Jason jumped at the sound, nearly falling off the bleacher. He looked over with wide blue eyes.

Reyna stood across the court, looking angrily at her racquet from the wild serve. She squeezed the neon ball as she paced back and forth. She looked up and met Jason’s gaze. There was conflict in her eyes before she shook her head, refocusing on her ball. Malcolm looked over his shoulder, arching his eyebrow at the pair. Annabeth waved off her brother’s curious gaze.

“What was that, Annabeth?” Jason asked as she stood up and stretched.

How about an outtake from Cafe Jupiter? I was going to write something but then I remembered this random gem in one of my many word documents! Enjoy my horrible writing from 3 years ago. Holy crap I started Cafe Jupiter 3 years ago.

“So,” Malcolm started as he idly bounced a tennis ball against the ground. Reyna listened to the rhythmic thump of the ball as she unzipped her jogger’s jacket to reveal a snug tennis top. It was an oddly sunny day in fall and since classes had slowed down, Malcolm decided it was a good day to stretch their legs and play a friendly match before the winter rain. The girl hummed in response as she braided her long hair over her shoulder, looking at her best friend. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Don’t, you’ll hurt your pretty head.” Reyna replied quickly flashing Malcolm a charming smile. Malcolm rolled his gray eyes, pulling off his sweatshirt. The sweatshirt accidentally pulled the bottom of his t-shirt up, revealing his lean flat abs. Reyna dragged her eyes away from the unplanned striptease. For a guy who spends hours in the library or student president office, he was pretty fit. His shorts revealed a nice pair of legs from jogging daily. The plain sleeveless t-shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest and well-defined arms he hid underneath his button-ups. “So, you’ve been thinking?” She continued, avoiding ogling at her debate partner.

“I think Percy is right.” Malcolm said, pulling open a canister of new balls. Reyna stopped mid-stretch, balancing on one leg as she looked down where Malcolm was crouched.

“That’s a very odd sentence.” Malcolm nodded his head while chuckling. He tossed a few ball towards Reyna so they could warm up before their friendly match. Reyna finished her stretches as she watched him serve. Malcolm didn’t play on the boy’s team but had a knack for anything athletic. The ball sail across the court, hitting the corner before bounce away. “What is Percy right about?” Reyna asked, thinking about her last conversation with the swim captain. 

You should date Jason. Reyna shook her head, bouncing her tennis ball a few times, deep in thought. She could easily conjure up the blond barista in her mind with his stupid grin and smiling eyes. For a moment, she thought of his arms around her waist, resting his forehead against her stomach as a vulnerable look crossed his eyes.

“You should date –“ 

“Jason?” Reyna finished without thinking, hitting her ball with too much force. It sailed over the net, hitting the chain link fence and scaring the birds. Reyna covered her mouth, not believe what she said. Malcolm arched his eyebrow at her outburst, crossing his arms over his chest as he observed his friend.

“I was going to say people but Jason is a good start.” Reyna recognized the glint in Malcolm’s gray eyes.

“Don’t.” She warned, pulling another tennis ball from her skirt. “You know I have a very good aim.” Getting her meaning, Malcolm casually moved his racquet in front of his legs, still meeting her dark eyes.

“You are pure evil. Think of the future Mrs. Malcolm Hale.” Malcolm pleaded with a complete straight face. Reyna broke into a fit of laughter, clenching her sides. Malcolm shook his head, grabbing the last tennis balls. “But seriously Reyna, we’re talking about this if I win the set.”