#pjofemslashweek2018

@pjofemslashweek :

Day 1: Firsts

I’m so excited it has begun! To get a little taste of tomorrow’s fluff here’s a Pipeyna little thing on their anniversary. 

As a surprise for Piper, Reyna asks Nico to shadow travel them to San Juan. They go to a restaurant in el Viejo San Juan overlooking the sea. 

When they’re about to order, Piper gets a little uncomfortable because most of the dishes have meat, but Reyna tells her about la ensalada de pulpo and el mofongo con camarones, which are made with octupus and shrimp respectively. (I’m not sure if it was specified in the books if Piper eats fish or mollusks, but for the sake of this I’m headcanoing she does) 

At first Piper isn’t sure about the octopus. Reyna tells her is fine if she doesn’t want to order it to which Piper responds with “No, no. I am doing it. You are sharing this part of yourself with me.” 

And so, they order la ensalada and the mofongo and fried cheese with guava sauce as an appetizer. 

When Reyna orders it, Piper is a little confused. Once they bring it, she looks at Reyna then the plate. “You guys sure have weird tastes.” 

Reyna laughs as she takes a piece of cheese and dips it in the sauce. “I know it sounds weird, but it’s really good. It’s sweet and salty so it makes a good combo.” 

Piper tries it and then can’t stop eating it,  to Reyna’s amusement. 

After they’re done with that, they wait for the food to arrive. While they wait, Piper asks Reyna about taking her there. “I’m glad you’re sharing this with me and all, but I thought you didn’t want to come back here.” 

“For years, I did feel that way, but this place is so much more than what I went through. I don’t want it to stay tainted with those memories for the rest of my life. And so, I thought, why not make better ones with the person I love?” Reyna smiles as Piper blushes. 

Piper reaches for Reyna’s hand. “Then, I’m honored to be here with you.” 

The moment is interrupted by the waiter that brings the two plates of food. 

“We’re gonna be eating all that?” Piper says. She looks at the plate with the bowl of salad and fried plantains and then at the plate with the fried plantain mount in a lake of orange sauce with shrimps on top. 

Reyna shrugs. “It’s not as big as it looks.” 

They share the plates. Piper ends up liking the salad the most with its mixture of olives, onions, green peppers, and octopus. She’s surprised she ended up liking it so much. 

As they’re finishing up, there’s only a shrimp left in the mofongo. They pass it back and forth in the plate telling the other to have it. “I’m good really.” 

“No, you didn’t eat as much of this, you should have it.” 

Reyna ends up eating it after Piper says she’s full enough to not eat again until the next day. 

They pay and walk around Viejo San Juan for a while. Reyna telling Piper a few stories about her growing up there. 

They sit on the beach, watching the moon and hearing the waves, holding hands.

Piper puts her head on Reyna’s shoulder. “We should do more things like this.” She looks up at Reyna. “I feel like I know you even more after this.” 

“Yeah. Coming back to the city felt liberating. I felt as if I didn’t have to be reminded of all the painful memories every time I think of here, anymore.” 

“I should take you grandpa Tom’s house next.” 

@pjofemslashweek // sunday prompt: firsts!!

drews taller than calypso so for their first kiss calypso had to be on her tippy toes (these r straight gay facts dont @ me)

Nothing But Dreams Inside

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words: 518

fandom: percy jackson and the olympians / the heroes of olympus

summary: Piper and her girlfriend Hazel cuddle in bed. Then it starts raining outside. Luckily, Piper likes the rain.

pairing: Piper McLean / Hazel Levesque

available on ao3 and fanfiction.net

a/n: @pjofemslashweek sorry its a bit late but i hope you like it anyway! as you can see i wrote this and then ended up making a moodboard for this, so i hope you like that too!

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pjo femslash week

day 2: monday

for the prompt “fluff”

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Piper and Hazel were— well, Piper wasn’t sure exactly what they were, but it was something special.

They’d met by chance at a concert, their seats were right next to each other. They’d struck up a conversation and bonded easily. Fast-forward a few months, and now they were snuggling together in Hazel’s bed.

Piper ran a stray hand through Hazel’s hair as she thought about how lucky they were to have found each other. They fit so well together, complementing and bringing out the best in each other. As they huddled together for warmth on the brisk Fall day, Piper moved her head over so she could rest her head on Hazel’s shoulder.

“Hazel?” Piper mumbled.

“Mmgh?” Hazel said without bothering to open her eyes.

“I love you.”

Piper could feel Hazel turning her head so that her chin buried itself in Piper’s hair.

“I love you, too, Piper.”

Piper snuggled closer. Hazel was the best. She was honest and compassionate. She made Piper feel like she could tell her anything, and so she had. Piper opened herself up and told Hazel all about her absent mother, her juvenile delinquency, and her carefully rectified and delicate relationship with her father. In return, Hazel had told her about her late mother and distant father. Piper had never been so transparent with any of her past girlfriends and boyfriends, but there was just something about Hazel that made it easy to trust her— and Piper loved that about her.

A pitter-patter outside Hazel’s window alerted Piper to the fact that it had started lightly raining. Piper tucked a strand of hair that had slipped out of her braids behind her ear and sat up.

“C’mon, Hazel, she called as she slipped out of the bed, “let’s go!”

“What?” Hazel asked drowsily, “No… It’ll be all wet!”

“That’s the best part!” Piper laughed.

She grabbed ahold of one of Hazel’s hands and tugged until Hazel finally got out of bed. Hazel sighed.

“There’s no resisting you, is there?” Hazel said fondly. Hazel gave her a quick peck on the lips before saying, “Alright, let’s go!”

Piper beamed.

They slipped on some rain boots and ignore jackets altogether. Hand in hand, they walk outside into the rain.

They stomped on puddles and spun in circles, laughing carelessly. They took each other’s hands and danced together. They tilted their heads to the sky and lost themselves in the mist.

Piper looked at Hazel. A myriad of raindrops had gotten caught in Hazel’s curly hair. The water droplets reminded Piper of little crystals refracting light. The way they framed Hazel’s face made her look like some sort of ethereal goddess— which Piper thought fit Hazel perfectly.

Piper took Hazel’s hand in her own and spun her in a circle. As Hazel came back around she surprised Piper with an unexpected kiss on her lips.

Dreyna Career Au: the classic florist and tattoo artist

@pjofemslashweek : 

Day 3: Career AU

I bent the prompt a little bit with this one, but I hope you like it!

Reyna is a social worker involved in helping teenagers from marginalized communities/ neighborhoods that the state seems to forget about.

At night, she works with a few co-workers and friends as vigilantes, collecting proof of cops being dirty, getting drug lords arrested. and leading special services for the community like bringing seminars and resources that they usually wouldn’t have access to. Nodoby knows how they manage to do that or why they do it as vigilantes, but they’re admired either way. 

Although they’re a great help in the community, the police sometimes make efforts to arrest them. They’ve come close, but people usually alert them if the police are coming.

Reyna’s nickname is 

Piper is a journalist. She’s been trying to have an interview with one of the members of the Vigilante group for a story. Every time there’s a sighting of them, she leaves whatever she’s doing to try to encounter them. She always arrives late, though.

Piper and Reyna know each other. For a story, Piper interviewed Reyna about her work in the community and the changes she believed should be made in regards to government funding and involvement. When they met, they clicked but didn’t stay in contact since they had other matters to think about. 

After months of trying to get that interview, Piper starts to get a little stressed. Her boss wants it no later than three weeks away, and she isn’t sure how she will manage to get it. 

One day though, her saving grace comes in the form of Percy. He’s passing by the office to arrange an ad for voluntaries for a fundraising. They’ve crossed ways before and he notices her stress while she helps him up with setting up the ad.

Percy is a co-worker of Reyna and also helps her up with the vigilante stuff.

“You look like a wreck. Job’s giving you trouble?” Percy asks her.

“You could put it that way. I want to write a story about the vigilante group because I admired what they’re doing, but I haven’t managed to get an interview.” Piper clicks away on her computer. Percy stays quiet for a while. 

“I could help you out with that.” 

Piper stops clicking and looks up at him. “You could?” 

“Yeah, I’ve run into them a few times. I can arrange a meeting for you.”

Piper finishes up the ad for him and then practically crushes him in a hug while showering him in thank yous. They exchange phone numbers and Percy tells her he’ll text her the place and time for the meeting. 

When Percy tells Reyna about the meeting, she isn’t that willing to go. She’s the leader of their group and so Percy considers that the best option for the interview. He also tells her it’s just Piper, and she already knows her. 

In the end, Reyna agrees to it because it is a good way to change the opinion of many people that think they’re criminals and should be sent to jail.

Days pass and Piper hasn’t gotten the fated text from Percy. She checks her phone every minute of every hour in hopes of having received the information. After a week, she finally receives it. 

“Meet outside 3785 N Lochland Av at 10 pm on Monday. Come alone. We’ll be waiting for you ;)” 

TBC

Some fanasty reynabeth for @pjofemslashweek

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by @vault-of-stars

@pjofemslashweek​ hey i hope you like this! i had and am still having fun exploring the worlds of the fics i’m writing for your prompts! thank you for doing this!

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words: 1224

fandom: percy jackson and the olympians / the heroes of olympus

summary: Annabeth is jealous, not because she has a crush on Percy, but because she has a crush on Rachel

pairing: Annabeth Chase / Rachel Dare

available on ao3 and fanfiction.net

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pjo femslash week

day 1: sunday

for the prompt “firsts”

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Annabeth was self-aware. She had to be. As a daughter of Athena, she knew that in order to win a battle you had to know both your enemy and yourself. Psychoanalysing herself? Please. At this point in her life, she practically did that in her sleep. If Annabeth was anything, she was certainly self-aware.

Having such cognizance, it wasn’t hard to figure out her jealousy. Contrary to the obvious suspicions of many of the demigods she knew, she did not have a crush on Percy— she had a crush on Rachel.

In hindsight, it made a lot of sense.

Nevertheless, she continued to pine for what seemed like years. Annabeth had never liked a girl before, not that way, at least. In all honesty, she didn’t think that she’d ever liked anyone that way before, regardless of gender. For a time, she’d thought, maybe, maybe Percy? But, no. Her feelings for Percy were purely platonic. Her feelings for Rachel? Not so much.

Again, though. She’d never felt this way about, well, anyone before. It was a first for her. How the Hades does she even proceed? How would she know if Rachel even felt the same? So many questions. So few answers.

Annabeth hated this, hated the uncertainty. But she didn’t exactly know what else to do. So she did what she did best. She kept quiet and played out situations in her head, hundreds upon hundreds of scenarios that would never ever happen, but made her feel as if she was actually doing something productive.

Annabeth watches, or maybe more accurately stares in slight awe as Rachel navigates them through the Labyrinth and gets them out of several binds. She’s just a mortal girl thrown into Annabeth’s crazy world of gods and monsters and titans. But Rachel seems to manage just fine, even hitting the Lord of Time himself in the eye with a plastic hairbrush at one point. She— she’s so— so competent, so beautiful, so bold, and well-spoken, and brave and— well, Annabeth thinks she could go on forever.

Annabeth is in love with Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

There is no “maybe” or “might be,” just is. It’s a tautology— a universal truth. It’s simple fact, but still so hard to act on.

Annabeth knows she can be mean, she’s sad to say it’s one of her many faults. She hates that part of herself, the part that can be judgemental and unfair and she does her best to counter it. She does, but sometimes she’s mean and nasty anyway.

Rachel seems to be getting along well with Percy, maybe too well. And her jealousy — jealousy of Percy because Rachel may or may not like him and she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do and Percy, of all people, is the only one who even knows she’s gay and therein lies the obvious problem with going to him for advice and internally she’s kinda-maybe-sorta panicking — makes her act unfairly, to both of them.

Annabeth regrets that a lot, but there isn’t exactly much she can do — it’s in the past now — other than step aside if Rachel really does want to pursue a relationship with him. Annabeth loves Rachel, loves her. And if Percy makes Rachel happy, then Annabeth will do her best to not get in the way of that. She succeeds… mostly, at least.

But time goes by, and nothing really happens— between Rachel and Percy, and also between Rachel and Annabeth.

Then comes the war. It’s big, and bad, and so, so bloody.

Rachel is brave, of course she is. And Annabeth does her best to be brave as well. She is no less in love with Rachel, maybe even more than she was before.

There is so much bloodshed, and in the midst of it all, she takes a poisoned knife for Percy. She’s been pretty close to death before, but in the pain, it feels so much closer than ever before. She’s almost drowning in the pain now, and she promises herself that if she somehow manages to survive, she’ll tell Rachel how she feels, how she really feels.

And then the miracle of all miracles happens, and Annabeth survives.

Percy lives too, and though she may not love him the same way she loves Rachel, she does love him. Percy is her best friend, for better or worse, and she doesn’t think she could live without him.

But, and maybe most importantly, Rachel lives.

The memory of getting injured is blurry with pain, but she remembers her oath to herself vividly, and she intends to keep it, though maybe not at this exact moment. Rachel is the new Oracle. Strangely, Annabeth isn’t surprised. Rachel is incredible, and becoming the Oracle is just the sort of amazing wonderful thing that Annabeth knows Rachel is easily capable of. Annabeth is still uncertain, though, more uncertain than she’s been in a while. As unsurprising as Rachel becoming the Oracle is, it’s also an unknown variable. What if this changes things? What if, even worse, there was nothing to change in the first place?

Still, Annabeth steels herself. She waits a few days, things have been a bit hectic with the whole “the second Titan War just happened and we’re actually still here” thing, and then she confronts Rachel.

Annabeth finds her on the beach. She’d asked around and Clarisse, though she’d raised her eyebrows almost suggestively, had told her where to find Rachel. Annabeth half expects to find her there with Percy, but when she finally makes her way to the beach, she finds Rachel laying on the sand, staring up at the stars.

“Rachel,” she begins, not sure what else to say, as she sits down on the cool sand next to Rachel.

“Hey, Annabeth,” Rachel answers, but she hasn’t moved. She takes one last glance at the night sky before sitting up, looking inquisitively at Annabeth. “What’s up?”

“I—” Annabeth’s resolve has crumbled in the few seconds she’s been here, but she soldiers on. She survived a war, she can get through this.

“I like you, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I, uh, I like you a lot,” Annabeth confesses, and her heart pounds harder than it ever has.

But Rachel just smiles and takes Annabeth’s hands in her own. As if they have a mind of their own, Annabeth’s fingers interlace with Rachel’s.

“I like you, too, Annabeth Chase,” Rachel confides.

Impossibly, Annabeth’s heart beats faster.

And then, all of a sudden, Rachel is leaning closer. And then Annabeth is also leaning closer. And then Rachel keeps leaning and Annabeth is also still leaning and Annabeth is pretty sure she knows what’s about to happen but at the same time this is the moment she’s dreamed about for over a year and it’s very surreal, so surreal she thinks she might still be dreaming.

And then their lips touch.

It is everything Annabeth has ever imagined, and so much more.

Her first love, her first kiss, a new beginning— free from the horrors they’ve endured these past few years. It is a delight she is all too happy to partake in.

Annabeth closes her eyes and lets her instincts take over as she is consumed by their kiss.

Her heart erupts in an explosion of color and feeling.