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[cabinofimagines]

Busy Bogbuddies

A/N: Here have this enjoy -Ash & Danny Words: 3k

Magnus was a little surprised to see his cousin. Mostly since he was currently mid-bite in his falafel, and did not recall informing Annabeth of his location.

“Taking a break from the preparations?” Annabeth sat down next to Alex, who was sitting opposite of Magnus. TJ and Halfborn were sitting on either side of Magnus, each in turn just looking at Annabeth.

“Preparations?” Magnus cocked his head, and he swore he saw Annabeth’s eye twitch. 

“Well, someone here,” Annabeth stared at Halfborn, “Promised to host Halloween. And we Greeks take our Halloween celebrations really seriously." “As serious as Klaus is taking bullying Percy?” Alex asked as she went back, focusing on her falafel. She seemed surprisingly calm, as after a moment everyone else except for Annabeth at the table was making many exclamations.

“Forgot? NEVER!” “Oh, I am so sorry-” “You’re here to help right?”  

Annabeth sighed. “I was just here to give you a heads up. How you figure it out is up to you.” 

Magnus pouted, “not even for your favorite cousin?” “You’re dead, I’m sure you can figure out how to host a ‘haunting’ halloween.”

“That’s insensitive.” Alex piped up, “But we can’t really let these people down, Magnus. Not after they hosted us with such hospitality.” “Hospitality,” TJ stared intensely at Annabeth, “Is very important in Norse culture.” 

“I will assure a hospital will be needed!” Halfborn excitedly said, “As is Halloween tradition!” 

The other people at the table exchanged unsure glances. “You mean like a sexy nurse situation or…?” Magnus offered and Halfborn squinted at him. “You are not sexy, Magnus, even as a healer.” Halfborn said. Alex stifled a laugh, “Magnus can be sexy sometimes, I think.”

“Oh-kay!” Magnus continues, trying to hide his blushing face. “Well, nevermind. It’s relatively early, we can go out and get decorations, right?”

Annabeth tilts her head squinting. “I mean, it’s the 29th, Magnus. Most stores have only the crappy decorations left.” 

“We can make it,” Magnus gets up, taking a bite of his falafel. “Come on, cuz.”

There was absolutely no way they could make it.

They had looked in three stores so far, and they all had the Christmas shit up front—in October? People, please, respect tradition.

Alex inevitably loses the little patience stored in her tiny self and snaps. “This is dumb, I’m getting us some decent decor.” And turns into a bird, rising over their heads. 

“Oh no,” Magnus sighs with very little conviction. “Alex ‘bout to rob places.”

Annabeth glances at him. “Shouldn’t we stop her?”

Magnus ponders. “...But I’m getting tired, though.”

His cousin groans. “How are your friends doing?”

“Probably as good as us. Couldn’t get a hold of Blitzen and Hearth, and they’re the true finders in this big group of losers.” Magnus shrugs then frowns. “Wait, that sounded bad—”

“I think Alex just stole an inflatable witch from a house,” Annabeth squints, pointing at the bird passing a few streets ahead, holding what looks like a garden decoration the size of a mascot.

“Sweet!” Magnus walks forward. “I’ll get us some pumpkins.”

Annabeth heaves a sigh. “I’ll call Y/N…”

Percy, Jason, Leo, and Grover had been left to fend for themselves. Meaning they couldn’t get anyone to be their driver to Boston, so they had been taking turns driving from San Francisco. Right now, Leo was behind the wheel, and he was pretty sure they were lost. In Boston. Close to midnight.

“I already turned right like four times!” Leo says, feeling a vein popping on his forehead. “That’s a perfect circle!”

“More like a square,” Percy says casually from the backseat, munching on a bag of gummy sharks. “Or a rectangle, depending on the length of the streets.”

“Annabeth should’ve written the direction—”

“What for? I can’t read,” Percy complains. “Jason should’ve asked Magnus—”

“Why would I?” The boy speaks out anxiously. “I don’t know where that place is. I’ve never been there. Ever. I don’t know what Magnus’s room looks like. What’s a hotel anyways?”

“Not all of us are dyslexic!” Leo interrupts the nervous rant, too frustrated to pay attention. “Grover! Where to now?” The satyr gives a start, the sound of ripping paper and quick chewing on crunchy material resounding inside the stuffed car like a pin dropping. Leo’s shoulders tense, unwilling to glance at the passenger seat. “Please, tell me that wasn’t the map.”

“Um…”

“Tell me you didn’t stress-eat the map, Grover…”

“I didn’t stress eat the map,” pause, “I hungry-ate it.”

Leo slams his foot on the brakes and makes Jason and Percy crash into the back of the front seats. The boy points at something in the night sky. “Is that a freaking eagle carrying a skeleton?”

They all peek, following the small figure with their eyes. “Weird,” Percy comments. “But is it our weird, or Boston weird?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never been in Boston,” says Jason unhelpfully. 

Leo takes a deep breath. “I’ll just ask for directions.”

“At this hour? Excuse me, do you know where the Chase Place for homeless kids ran by more homeless kids is?” Percy raises a brow.

“Well, that’s better than driving in circles!”

“In squares.”

Leo turns ready to strangle Percy and pauses, once more looking out into the street. “Okay, that’s definitely that half-born guy carrying a skeleton.”

The boys turn to look, spotting the big guy rushing across the street holding what seems to be muddy bones and skulls. Jason gulps. “I don’t think that’s a plastic skeleton.”

“Driver, follow that hairy dude!” Percy says, pointing at Halfborn.

Leo mutters some insult in Spanish before starting the car again, turning one last time to the right.

Piper, Calypso, Hazel, Frank, Nico, and Will would’ve arrived at the house on time hadn’t it been for Nico getting all sniffy and insisting that something was up in Boston. “I’m telling, someone is digging up bodies! The whole street stinks of grave dirt…”

Piper groans. “Couldn’t it be that that’s just how our nordic buddies smell like?”

“No, they just smell dead, not graveyardish,” Nico brushes up, following the scent with caution.

“Nico, the sun is about to leave us, man, we should get going…” Frank starts hesitantly. 

Will grins. “You’re not scared, are you big guy?”

Frank frowns. “Well, excuse me for believing Halloween is a time for spirits to stir and get… handsy.”

Piper snorts. “We’re literally going to a Halloween party hosted by dead people, and you worry about what’s outside?”

“I heard there is a head with no body going around here just like that,” Frank argues, shivering with dislike. “Personally, I’ve had enough encounters with dead bodies for a lifetime.”

“Over here!” Nico picks up his pace, the trail scent getting stronger. 

Nico leads the group into a public garden- not even a graveyard. They pass a statue of ducks following their mother, when they see a huge, hulking figure dig into the ground with its hands. 

“Are you sure a grave is being dug up?” Calypso asks hopefully, only for the figure to look up, lock eyes with Calypso. She gulps as she takes a step back.

“Ah! Greeks! Romans!” The figure stands up, hairy chest bare, and as he opens his arms, the silhouette of a skeleton held by him is revealed against the sun. “Welcome! To your HAUNTING!” The figure charges, and the merry group of halloween goers turn around and run into the duck statue, falling through reality and to Hotel Valhalla. Let’s say it got a bit muddy for them.

As the 29th came to an end Alex, Magnus, TJ and Halfborn assembled and looked at the stash of thing they had collected. It was mostly… well let’s not say plastic trash. There were real bones in there! And real swords of fallen soldiers, according to Halfborn. So, that must account for something. 

“The next step is getting the Chase place decorated with this stuff, huh.” Alex said as he poked a skull, which immediately rolled of the cart that held all their ‘decorations’. TJ quickly picked it up and put it back, petting it softly. 

“It is time! Indeed!” Halfborn excitedly grabbed the cart and started haphazardly pulling it, letting bones fall to the ground in his wake. Magnus, Alex and TJ carefully followed behind, trying to pick up as many human remains as they could. 

However, when they arrived at the Chase place they saw it was already decorated. If anything, some of the guests were currently decorating the place. Magnus stopped his not-yet-brother-in-law for some questions. 

“Oh yeah, we followed Halfborn, then we lost Halfborn and then we saw Hearthstone over here.” Percy smiled, “Which meant we were certainly near! See; we even got to help.” 

“Who knew doing competitive Christmas decorating at Camp Half-Blood would come handy for Halloween.” Jason flew down from where he was. As soon as he stepped down Halfborn charged at him, and without flinching Jason took the hug. “It is good to see you again, not-Magnus!” “Haha, good to see you too Halfborn! Careful with the glasses-” Halfborn squeezed Jason harder, before letting go. 

“But you didn’t tell us you were doing this!” Alex turned to Blitzen, “We spend the whole day robbing people! For nothing!” “Why would you do that?” Blitzen looked at Alex with worry, “I thought you guys were at least aware that we had been making decorations for the past month.” “You always make things Blitzen!” 

As the bickering between Alex and Blitzen continued, Halfborn turned to Jason and spoke softly. “You must assist me in making this place more boglike.” Halfborn looked at Jason, a serious glint in his eyes, “That way, all the guests will feel more at ease.” “Uh- I’m sure Hearthstone and Blitzen-” “They are not in charge of the most important part!” Halfborn glowered, “We shall not ruin their efforts, but we shall prepare the last parts right now together.”  

On the 30th Halfborn had been having a semi-boring day. Of course, he had to put up his decorations for the fest of Halloween that was going to be hosted. He had to make sure everything was ready- so he could live up to what he attended last year, and he made sure that the weapons of the fallen soldiers were evenly spread out in the chase place. Otherwise it would be an unfair fight.   

He did not get why he had to dress up in silly clothes. Again. 

However, somehow, there had been one store that still sold semblances of bad Halloween costumes. As Alex was trying to find anything that could fit her, Halfborn huffed. “I can just roll in the dirt, that way I will fit in with the bogbodies that I managed to find.” “The what?” Alex asked distractedly, “Why would you find bogbodies?” “They are scary.” Halfborn’s face was filled with pride.

“Oh, so for decoration.” Magnus pulled out a clown’s costume, “What do you think?” 

“I like the colors.” Alex looked it over, “Not the material, but to be fair I could rock that shirt any day.” 

“It goes great with your character. But you don’t have to worry too much about the costumes.” Alex looked over Magnus’ shoulder to see Klaus and (Y/n) standing there. “What are you guys doing here?” she asked, a suspicious glare on her face. 

“Well Annabeth told us where you were.” (Y/n) explained. Klaus shrugged. “Plus a certain other elf warned me that you probably wouldn’t have costumes, so I figured we could prepare some for you. Saves the criminal record.” “We didn’t rob any costume places.” Magnus said, to which Alex added “Yet.”

“Well now you don’t have to-” Klaus smiled, “See it as an early Christmas present.” 

“How many doors around here lead to some alliteration of a death room?!” Will demanded in ragged exasperation as they burst through yet another flaming-sharp-flesh-eating hallway. 

“You know I think we were too hard on our camps when we said they didn’t care for our safety, at least they didn’t want us to die,” Piper says in between pants.

“This door,” Nico points with a shaky hand. “Smells graveyardish.”

“Is that good?” Frank asks with exasperation.

“It means it’s back in Boston, and that’s better than the alternative,” Nico says, pulling the door open and running through it.

They stumbled right into the Halloween celebration they’d been promised, music blasted from somewhere on the ceiling, and… “Oh, gods, are those real?” Calypso asked with a shaky voice, pointing at a femur lying near the snack table. 

“Hmph,” Nico fixes his jacket. “Fresh from the grave, just like my dad likes it.”

“Friends!” Half-born chortles, swinging his axe around and making people duck and jump out of the way, Mallory scolding at him as he goes. “Are you enjoying yourselves?”

“We just got here,” Frank looks around, then squints. “Guys, is that Apollo and Hecate?”

“I won’t even bother to look,” Will mutters tiredly, moving towards the snack table.

Y/N notices their friends’ arrival and happily approaches, holding a red cup with mysterious green liquid inside. “Welcome, guys, what took you so long?”

“That guy’s been digging up bodies all over Boston,” Nico nods at Half-born.

“Ah, yeah, heard something like that,” Y/N hesitates. “You know, I heard him say something before, about wanting to follow the Halloween tradition as he saw it last year… I don’t think he knows the fight wasn’t a part of the party.”

Hazel and Frank share a look. “Have you spoken to Annabeth and her cousin about it?”

“Ah, that’s what I’ve been trying to do, but I can’t find them anywhere! I think they went with Klaus to get more drinks. These Vikings are heavy drinkers,” Y/N says torn between concern and amusement. “I saw half-born and TJ down a whole bottle of Fanta each.”

“I love Halloween, everyone is always so creative,” Calypso comments aloud to no one in particular.

“Oh, if you like this, you should live in Valhalla, every day it’s like Halloween, everyone is always screaming and dying,” Magnus replies casually.

“I have never even heard of dying,” Jason blurts out as he walks past them.

Calypso glances at both, unsure of whether they’re joking or not. “Right. Well, I might.”

“I was joking, you can’t,” Magnus looks at her. “Unless you’re related to some nordic god or you die in a really valiant, ilogical way. Do you plan to die like that?”

“I was actually aiming for a quiet life.”

“Ah, yeah, I’d like that too,” Magnus sighs, taking a sip of his drink. “But then again, not sure I can have it after all that I’ve done—like sure, my uncle was the one who sold his sold to a terrible deity and he’s already in a type of hell paying for it, but to others I’m still like, that guy, you know? Like, I’m related to the weirdo.”

“Ah, I see,” Calypso replies, not really seeing at all but grasping the themes of the conversation. “Well… my father killed a lot of people.”

Magnus nods and takes her almost empty drink. “That gets you a refill.” 

“Leo, when did you guys have time to build that?” Jason gapes at the Voltron-like machine standing before them. 

“I did mention Blitzen was mentoring me,” he says from one cavity in the machine. “We even got Festus to participate!”

The bronze dragon happily spits out steam from the top of the creation. He’s the head of the robot, while Leo and Blitzen operate from the legs. Frank is about to sulkily comment he would’ve like to be part of knock-off Voltron when a loud BANG! It’s heard from the home’s entrance, and Halfborn stands over the crowd smiling widely. “It is time for the best part of Halloween, the bogbodies!”

“I knew it!” Mallory shrieks. “Half-born, you dumb f—”

“Sweet, I call dibs on the ones with a bit of flesh in them!” Alex jumps in, already cutting up bodies.

The Greeks and Romans join fast, picking up weapons or bringing out their own, the Voltron-like machine spitting fire and stomping on the nearby bogbodies. A little further away from the chaos, Apollo sits right next to a girl dressed up as Hecate, calmly sipping on a slushie.

“These parties are getting a little too in-theme,” he comments off-handedly. “But I think I’m getting used to the unpredictability of the celebration, I even find it charming, don’t you? By the way, that is a crazy accurate costume of Hecate, where did you get it?”

The girl slurps loudly from her cup. “Tis not a costume.”

POOF! Apollo vanishes abruptly in a quick cloud of golden dust that smells just a bit faintly like pee.

“Aaand that’s the last one,” Percy says, tossing out the last zombie. 

“What did we learn today, Half-born?” TJ asks, his costume ripped and full of foreign foul fluids.

The big guy sighs disappointedly. “Halloween parties do not include fights to the death.”

“And?”

“And if I have to include one, not do it inside the house.” 

“Good Half-born,” Magnus mutters, grumpily cleaning his face with the remains of his costume.

Hearthstone sighs hesitantly. “Does it mean we’re not doing this another year?”

Magnus looks around and makes a face. “I think everyone’s got enough of us for a lifetime, buddy. Even myself.”

“Well, we still have Christmas,” says Klaus innocently. Y/N elbows him hard and gives him a look, then he adds. “Where no one pretends to be something they’re not. Not even if it brings light to their otherwise mundane existences.”

Leo finishes his work as an impromptu incinerator and comes back in. “Welp, can’t wait to see what next year brings.” 

“I can,” Nico comments tiredly from his chair, rubbing his brow with one hand and holding a glass of something bright red in the other.

Happy Halloween! -Admins

[cabinofimagines]

Sick Birthday

I am not winning this year. This fic was written solely because i felt shitty and my birthday is today (when this is posted lol) and i had plans but SOMEONE (my entire nuclear family) decided to get SICK (im not blaming them just upset i can't bake cake for them and have dinner with them and etc etc etc) (there are still other bday celebrations which i will have) (I just hope that my sick feelings ALSO go away when i wake up in the morning and that i was just sleep deprived) Sorry for the rant. Anyways! It's my birthday :), the banner pic is beanjamin in the flesh. Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Will Solace x reader x Nico di Angelo Request: No! Word count: 1.2k Warnings: Vomit mentions, general sickness. -Asnyox

Today was supposed to be a special day. You thought it would be- you had planned everything out beforehand, the cake, the invites, the one free day this month that all your friends could show up. But then the first camper came down with a stomach bug, and then the second and before you knew it the birthday prep started getting mixed with the extra shifts in the infirmary. Nico got it as one of the first people, Will not too long after. You counted yourself lucky, nothing could hurt you, right? Nico and Will were already better again, so everyone should be able to attend. Your birthday was going to be in two days- none of the gods hated you that much.

Except two days before your party you were hanging above the toilet bowl. As you felt like you reached the bottom of your stomach you moved away and leaned against the wall. You felt a little silly about the sorrow which you felt. Certainly you were tired, but come on you just wanted a get together, to see your friends and feel celebrated. 

But you were just being silly.You weren’t up to it, so Nico called everyone with the news and the rain check. Will offered to be your personal doctor, but you were just without any energy and feeling quite miserable so you told him to just focus on everyone else instead. 

Nico didn’t want to feel too guilty about probably giving you the stomach bug. He also didn’t care about his own birthday that much- but he knew you valued birthdays. He knew because every year you organized something for him, every year Will did something because he knew you enjoyed celebrating them. Every year you try to celebrate your own birthday, making all the preparations and stressing an appropriate amount for one's birthday. Nico knew you were upset, and he knew you would pretend to be fine. Nico might not understand exactly why you care so much about birthdays, but he knew you did and just couldn’t figure out how to make it right. You were going to be sick on your birthday and he hated it. 

Whereas Will decided to focus his energy into healing you in every way possible. He had seen you get more tired the days before you officially got down with the bug. If anything, the way you deflated when you asked Nico to call everything off had his heart aching. Sure, you were firstly stressed about going to the store still, as the plan had been to go last week but it was simply too busy to go, but now you were unable to go anyways. 

At least since the bug had already passed through most of your siblings, you were staying in your cabin. Since it was already past breakfast, your boyfriends gathered up some easy to digest foods and made their way to you. Nico had their presents for you, all wrapped up. He hoped that even if you couldn’t celebrate, they could at least make you feel a little better. 

You had hoped that this morning you would miraculously feel better. Perhaps then you could still do something- hang with your lovers, maybe get some of the closer living friends together. But no, your body was against you. For birthdays to always seem so big and magical, only to just be another day when you’re sick felt like a crime to you. Mostly though you were upset at how upset you were. How did you never realize how important your birthday is to you, unless you’re missing it. At first you thought you might just have been upset at the change of plans because you had planned it all, but then you figured it was missing your friends, missing the shot to have them all come over and talk to them. Sure you never needed a reason, but having a reason on a set date was always nice. And now you were stuck in bed, hugging Beanjamin close, as you blinked away some more tears. 

“How is our birthday buddy doing?” Will’s voice sounded careful. You quickly wiped some residue tears away before turning around in your bed to face your boyfriends. You didn’t feel like sitting up just yet.  “I’m still nauseous, but it is less than yesterday.” You sighed, “Also rub it in that all I’m getting this year is puke.” 

“That’s not true,” Will mused as he crouched before your bed, “firstly you are getting some breakfast if you’re up for it, if not at least some water.” You stared at Will for a beat before slowly going to sit up. Nico was moving your pillow in no time, so you could lean against the wall next to your bed. You spotted the gift bag prepped up against your bed, but didn’t say anything. Something about being polite about it. 

Will checked once more what you wanted to eat and carefully watched while you ate. He seemed content with the fact you were at least ingesting foods now, so with a little ‘proud of you!’ and other encouragement you got down a semi decent breakfast. As soon as that was over, you leaned your head against Nico’s shoulder, as he had sat down next to you and kept Beanjamin safe from any spills. Beanjamin was his plushie, but he had lend it to you as you weren’t feeling well, a guardian of sorts. As you closed your eyes for a little, you didn’t react to the knock on the cabin door. You felt Will get up from the bag, and opened your eyes as he let someone in. 

“Special delivery from Hermes express,” said Hermes himself, as he emptied his sack full of post. After he was done he winked, before going “And a happy birthday, kiddo,” and disappearing to wherever his next delivery was. You sat up a little more, eyeing the small pile of stuff and letters on your floor. 

“Did you set this up?” you eyed Nico who just shrugged. “I didn’t ask anyone, did tell them you were bumped about not celebrating your birthday,” Nico moved off the bed, grabbing a blanket and putting it on the floor, “You want to get started? Only go so many hours on your birthday.” 

You sat on the blanket, boyfriend on each side as they helped you spit through the mail. Most of your friends had written cards, small promises of ‘we should still meet to celebrate!’, ‘hey sucks to miss you but love you nonetheless!’ and a few ‘feel better’ did help to lift the mood. Some had included a present- care packages, birthday gifts, a pair of knit gloves from Hazel. If anything, you might have shed another tear or two simply feeling the love your friends held for you, and even though you didn’t do much special you felt like you were celebrated.    

[cabinofimagines]

Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing well, I just recently discovered your blog, and I fell in love with your fics straight away- I especially adore the Solangelo stories. They're some of my favorites. I was wondering, and don't feel pressured to answer this, but are you going to open requests anytime soon? I have so many ideas and I try to write them myself, but I never seem to stick to a storyline lol. If you do end up re-opening requests, you'll definitely bet that I'll be here with multiple different ideas. Anyways, again- don't feel pressured to answer, and have a wonderful day!

Hi! I'm doing pretty okay- busy with a job and everything. I haven't been able to write much, but I'll let you in on a secret anon, if I get a good poly!solangelo request even when they are closed (or a different request that inspires) I tend to write them anyways! There are I think currently 3 requests all poly!solangelo send in that I want to write even though the requests were closed :) So you specifically have permission to send it! Can't promise it will be fast, but if it is gn!reader with NO specified godly parent I will be most likely to get to it (and send them as seperate ideas!) Esp since i would want to write sth for my bday next week oops.

Messages like this also help a lot with getting to write!!! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 -Asnyox

[cabinofimagines]

HI!! I meant to ask something here, but I accidentally asked it in a comment (we don't talk about that 💔💔) Anyways, I wanted to ask if it's okay if I made a couple c.ai bots inspired by your fics (WITH CREDS OFC!!) Because I love them sm. I'm a new follower so I don't know if it's something you guys are okay with or not (totally cool if not) I just figured I'd ask :) Thank you!!

Hi! Thank you for asking- we explicitly do NOT want you to do that :) Have a good day! -Asnyox

[cabinofimagines]

Hello, I know it’s been a while. I just wanted to inform you all that I graduated from college in December and officially have a degree in BFA (bachelor of fine arts)! I’m still in that “oh gods what am I going to do now?” Phase of post graduation. I hope everything going alright for the admins here! Also I heard that the pjo show crew is close to wrapping up for season two? - Daughter of Athena 🦉

WHAT!!!! I'm so proud of you! Congratulations!! I hope (two months late or something) you're figuring things out and everything, but it is alright if you aren't, life is crazy in the way it keeps going but you'll be okay :) Season two wrapped by now yes! I am excited AND I am excited for the new Nico book that's coming. I already preordered it at the bookstore I work at (way too in advance but it has the right size to match my TSAT edition). I'm doing okay, the sun is shining which does wonders, and I have chickens now so that's a win! There are also community cats and everything where i moved so that's cool, and I am getting a new tattoo Wednesday!! The other admins are still alive (I promise) (we had communitcations), so that's a win :) Hope you're doing okay! -Asnyox

[cabinofimagines]

Do any of you admins have thoughts on the Ithaca Saga from Epic: The Musical? Which is your favorite song in it and why?

I believe I'm the only one who listens to it and I gotta say I love Odysseus and I Can't Help But Wonder bc they both portray trauma but one is very violent about it and the other very sad and I love miserable men 😌

-Danny

[cabinofimagines]

5. End Chat

A/N: Happy New Year! -Asnyox & Danny

The Le-Gou-Lash Bash

Jason

*A picture of Jason, sitting on Hunding Santa’s lap *

Magnus

You weren't kidding? There's a Santa??

Jason

Yes! He promised me to get Percy his reindeers that he's so worried about

Magnus

You mean he promised me. Jason, if I come back to a room with even one reindeer in it…

Jason

Don't worry, if he's the real deal he’ll do it right! If you do get reindeers, just give them to Percy and all's good anyways :)

Magnus

Helheim’s sake

Will

The real hell is camp Jupiter at Christmas time. 

Jason

Oh! Will, how did the planning go? Found my stuff?

Will

No.

Jason

Oh? Anything more

Magnus

I think he gave up. 

Hey, Jason, can you give me your address? 

Nothing to do with possible reindeers or therapy

Jason

Reyna told me to never write my address online, I'll tell you next time we see ech other! 

Or I'll write it down here, put it in your dresser :) 

Alex is telling me to just write it on your wall, that seems a bit much. I will rearrange your bookshelves though

I barely know any of these authors

Magnus

Do NOT touch my books

Will 

He reads things like the bible Magnus, i got his copy right here

It is annotated with colored tabs

Magnus

WHAT

Jason

Hey! It's just a thrilling read 

Magnus

And you didn't die in Valhalla???

Will

He somehow survived Camp Jupiter's easter play, he survived all of this

Magnus

Will do you want to talk about it? I can clear up a spot for you, Austin already dropped some lore. Did you work through the events of the Battle of Manhattan yet?

Will

… I'll work through it later

Jason

Look guys I just annotated the Bible to rewrite the easter play! You've seen it yourself, Will

Alex is laughing at me

Will

YOU wrote THAT?????

Magnus

Easter play?

Jason

Yes, you can come with the rest of your floor if you want :)

Magnus

Sure?

Will

My condolences 

Magnus

??????

Jason

Magnus if anyone asks btw your friend Jack was visiting his family, I don’t know why your friends missed him but he must be a great guy

Magnus

Jack’s my sword

Will

My dad's arrow was sentient, was your sword?

Magnus

Still is sentient, and sings horribly 

Jason

You guys can talk to your weapons? Man that's so cool

Anyway I’m honestly a bit bummed out that I’m not allowed to visit this place, I’m gonna miss the wolves…

unless

Will

do NOT steal the wolves, you have nowhere to keep them, your house is tiny and sad

Magnus

Yeah, and don’t even think about taking them here either, this whole place is a safety hazard—which reminds me, Jason, would you like an appointment too?

Jason

Lupa says trauma makes us strong

Magnus

Kay, that’s awful! You’re getting one right now

Will

Let’s never do this again, please

Magnus

Fine by me

Jason

:(

Will

Maybe next time let’s just meet up somewhere, exchange gifts and call it a day?

Magnus

You got it

Jason

:)

Magnus

Happy New Year by the way!

Will

Gods, I hope so

[cabinofimagines]

The Stolls decide to pull a Christmas prank that involves the mist, creating chaos among demigods??? for the requests?

A/N: This is for my @im-planning-something-look happy birthday Lils! -Danny Warnings: none!

No Witnesses -(Platonic!Stolls xGN!Reader)

"Is it really necessary to make the fireworks do that?"

"Is your life boring?" Travis asks back teasingly.

"I'm just saying, we've got kids around!" You huff, carrying the bag Connor handed to you with full trust.

"It's going to be fine, Y/N," he eases you, nudging you forward. "For that part of the plan to happen, we gotta make the rest work first, so it might not get to that!"

But you know it'll get to that, because there's never been a day in which his pranks don't happen exactly how they intend to, except perhaps when they target Cabin 6 children, but those are impossible to get.

"Do your thing now!" Travis demands excitedly.

You sigh and hand him the bag you're carrying. "You better don't screw this up."

Travis snickers giddily while you work the mist around him until his little chuckles turn into belly chortles that sound rich and jolly.

"Ho-ho-ho!" He walks away looking every bit like santa. "You didn't think I forgot about all of you, did you my sweet kids?"

He reaches for the contents inside the bag, bombs of popcorn that he tosses at the cabins' entrances. "Merry Christmas!"

"IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVER!" An enraged Ares camper shouts from inside his cabin, the door stuck thanks to the avalanche of popcorn Travis caused. "Who the Hades did this?!"

Connor laughs and seizes your writs, pulling you along. "Phase two!"

The sound of horror and joy is mixed within camp as you watch the chaos the brothers caused, and as expected, the fireworks are set to light up the sky and form... a very improper drawing.

"Who did this?" Mr D calls out with feigned annoyance. Everyone knows he loves chaos, but he also loves berating campers, so now he's got to pretend this offends him.

Your work on the mist was top-notch, as usual, but no one was able to see through it and understand what was really going on. Catched off guard as they were, even the Hecate kids were much too distracted to make sense of things.

"No witnesses, sir," says a happy-looking Satyr who got the task of cleaning the cabins from the popcorn storm—which he ate up like a vacuum.

"Wonderful," Mr D huffs with irritation, but you could swear you see a subtle glint of pride in his eyes, and they linger an extra second on you and the Stolls. "Happy New Year to the pranksters, you won't be so lucky next year."

Travis, Connor, and you share a sly grin. We'll see about that.

[cabinofimagines]

4. Jason and the Graceful Joy

A/N: Happy Holidays!! -Asnyox & Danny

Magnus Hey Alex, please make sure Jason doesn’t die. Would be hard to explain.

AlexWow. giving me chores during the holidays. hope the jason guy is more fun than you are

Jason was not often nervous. It wasn’t that he was nervous right now—he just did not want to spend the entirety of the holidays in fight mode. Of course, he was excited for the activities that supposedly would be taking place, but he also was warned of the fact that any activity here would be ‘to the death’ and however lovely that sounds, Jason Grace was not ready to die yet. Luckily, Jason had been appointed a bodyguard. 

Alex Fierro was glad Magnus wasn’t around for the holidays. You see, Magnus always skipped Valhalla activities which left her alone during those dying times. This new kid could she at least force to enjoy the atrocious holiday activities, and more importantly, trying to keep him alive would be a fun addition to the holiday stress. A specific holiday stress that she would share with the rest of her floormates- under some guise of course. They could not come to know about the switcheroo. 

“Today I have convinced the great and honorable Magnus Chase to join us in the holiday activities!” She announced at the breakfast table, and surprised cheers sounded “Under one condition; we are to not let him die during the entire day!” Crickets sounded. 

“What, that’s unfair!” Halfborn exclaimed, “Dying and seeing him die is like, half the fun!”

“I do not see why we shouldn’t let him die.” Mallory said, “Otherwise he would never learn. Can we at least torture him while he heals himself?”

“Nope! No dying, no healing, nothing today for us.” Alex sighed dramatically, “Being the soft son of Frey he is, he simply needs some peace while enjoying the day today.” 

“Soft he is alright,” Halfborn muttered, “Can I at least throw a non-lethal snowball at him?”

“Permission granted, any other questions?”

“Since when does Magnus wear glasses?” TJ asked, looking behind Alex. 

Alex turned around to come face to face with Jason Grace, who awkwardly waved. Alex waved back, before turning to TJ. “Since today! The glasses are simply to prove that we did not let him get hurt even a little bit, right Magnus?” 

“Uh, yes. Of course. No pain for me!” Jason smiled, looking at the diverse group in front of him. 

“Sure thing, ballerina.” the biggest guy grunted, standing up seemingly disgruntled as he went to stand in front of Jason, “Let the Magnus Chase protection squad journey to the first holiday activity; sleighing to the death!” 

The first thing that happened to Jason when they entered the ‘arena’ of sorts was that Halfborn (the big guy) immediately threw a snowball at his face. Jason, not expecting it, simply went “thanks” before he turned around and looked at the sleighs. At Camp Jupiter they never really went sleighing— they had chariot rides, war rides, war chariot races, elephants, but no sleighs. These weren’t “normal” sleighs, nor did they look like the ones that were often portrayed as Santa’s sleighs. 

These sleighs were each the size of a small warship, and each floor got one to protect from the other contestants while it was going down the hill. There was nothing pulling the sleighs- and Jason seemed to recall a desperate text from Percy about finding reindeers. If even Valhalla didn’t have reindeers, maybe there was a world wide reindeer shortage? A sense of duty rose in Jason as he shortly thought about helping his friend solve his reindeer problem- before quickly being put on top of the sleigh of the nineteenth floor by Halfborn. 

“If you’re going to be no fun today, at least carry your own weight, Magnus.” 

Jason grabbed his coin and flipped it, getting out his spear. “Hey, what happened to Jack?” TJ asked him and Jason blinked.

“Uh, he’s celebrating Christmas with family,” he answered, wondering who this Jack guy was and why Magnus hadn’t mentioned him. 

“Oh, neat. Didn’t know he had family.” 

Jason sweatdropped as he hoped that whoever Jack was he had a family. 

“No time to be distracted!” Alex suddenly shouted from the back of the sleigh. “The festivities are about to begin!” 

Jason Grace had never had this much fun before. At first he was ready to just fight— but quickly the thrill of the sleigh going downwards caught up to him. It was not like flying, it was faster and less controlled, and Jason was pretty sure he should be paying more attention to his surroundings, but as he yelled while they were crossing the finish line, all he could feel was the thrill. He looked back, locked eyes with Alex and smiled before asking; “Where did everyone go?”

Alex smiled back at him, a slight tick in her eye, as she carefully, unnoticed, pushed TJ’s severed arm of the sleigh. “Don’t worry about it! They’ll be back in time for the next event.” 

“Right, so that’s why I told her—oh, hi Jason,” Klaus stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted the boy walking back from building gingerbread houses to—you guessed it—the death. “What are you doing here?”

“Healing childhood trauma—but also I’m pretty sure all my group just died so I’m going back to Magnus’s room to eat my ginger house while I wait for them to come back for me. What are you doing here?”

“Just hiding—I mean, we’re getting ready for Christmas! You know, last minute shopping and stuff. You haven’t seen a reindeer around here, have you?”

“No, but they have lots of wolf decorations!” He said happily. “I love it, reminds me of mom—I mean Lupa,” he quickly corrected. “I don’t call her mom, that’s silly. You’re acting weird.”

Hearthstone nudged Klaus and signed. This guy’s from your camp? What’s he doing here?

I think Will, Jason, and Magnus are having fun at everyone else’s expense, Klaus signed back. I would judge them if we weren’t doing the same to Percy.

He turned back to Jason and patted his back. “Well, go along, Jace. I heard they have a Santa around here somewhere, you should check that out! Merry Christmas!”

Just as they’re rounding the corner Mallory emerges from a door, red-eyed and rubbing her shoulder. Jason smiles at her with child-like wonder. “Can we go meet Santa?”

TJ shows up just in time before Mallory punches Jason’s gingerbread house.

“Is this really your first time taking a picture with the big guy?” Alex asked with mild fascination.

“Romans don’t celebrate like this,” he shrugged it off. “Actually, technically speaking, would be kind of awkward celebrate when we Romans don’t like Santa much. We have very hostile chimneys.”

“I see,” Alex nudges him forward saving him from a guy trying to get in line by stabbing Jason in the back with an arrow. Halfborn grabs the guy by the head and TJ finishes the job. “Well, knock yourself out, pup! Not literally, though.” She pushes him forward to where Santa is.

Jason goes over to Santa—which is just Hunding in disguise—and sits on the armrest of his chair amicably, handing him a chocolate cookie he got from Magnus’s mini bar. “What’s up, Santa?” 

Hunding takes the cookie, already liking this kid and blatantly ignoring he’s very much alive after the generous bribe the guy gave him. “Ho, ho, ho! Do tell me what you wish for Christmas, young lad?”

Jason smiled. “Oh, I’m good. I just had the best week of my life, actually. But if it isn’t much of a bother, it’d be really cool if you could give back his reindeer to my buddy Percy? He seems to be strongly affected by the loss, and we can’t have sad faces on Christmas!”

Hunding doesn’t know who this Percy guy is, but if helping him will get him more chocolate-flavor snacks, he sure as helheim is going to get that reindeer back. “Okay. Say cheese!”

Jason turns to the camera and waves, grinning from ear to ear. Mallory leans closer to whisper in Alex’s ear. “Who knew Magnus, son of the flowery god was such a fan of winter?”

“Yeah, right,” Alex examines her nails carelessly. “Almost like he’s two different people.”

[cabinofimagines]

3. Will and the only Solace is killing myself

A/N: Someone had to take one for the team and it sure as hell wasn't going to be Jason -Asnyox & Danny

“This will be easy,” Will muttered to himself while making his way into Camp Jupiter, “Jason is no longer a praetor, so outside of saying hi to Bob I will be free to do what I want.” 

And then he wasn’t. The moment he set foot in camp half a dozen demigods surrounded him and started spouting questions and demanding he handed over the winter planning. 

“The what?” Will stammers.

A girl rolls her eyes. “The winter planning, Jason. You know that list you give us for the things we have to set up?”

Will feels his soul leave his body. Jason never mentioned being in charge of literally everything about the winter activities, but now that he thinks about it, wasn’t Jason something like a pope here? Something something pontifex, right? Yeah. Meaning, Will was screwed.

The Le-Gou-Lash Bash

Will 

Jason, you visually impaired idiot, did you forget to mention you plan all of the winter crap they do around here?

Jason

Oh

Will

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OH’ JASON I’M ABOUT TO BE CRUCIFIED HERE

Magnus

Imma silence this chat for today I don’t want my appointments to get distracted by the buzzing

Will 

Appointments????

Magnus???

Jason

No I got this I think I kept last year’s winter planning back at my place

Will

I’m there right now i don’t see shit

Jason

should be right next to the nativity script

like a musty leather-bound notebook??

Will

Found it. Your murder has been postponed until further notice

Jason

Not if I can find the floor to knit to the death 101! Man this place has a crazy amount of floors yet i always end up in Magnus’s floor, so weird

Will 

WHY is the nativity script full of racial slurs???

Jason I’m reading the script

what the fuck

Listen I never met this god but this doesn’t sound very joyful and pure

they’re calling the wise wizards a bunch of WHAT??

Jason

Yeah that’s hilarious you can ignore that and write over it

Like a fanfic

We had the grinch added last time, remember?

Will

HOW??

i’m actually trying to forget easter because i value my life thank you for asking

Jason

Well maybe it’ll be harder for you i can just tune that stuff out nowadays

Will

You mean you’ve heard people talk like that??

Jason what??

JasonOh Alex is calling me, gotta dodge.

Jason stops answering, and Will hopes to the gods that he can find something like a tree decorating to the death and just… skip straight to the dying, too bad he wasn’t currently in Jason’s place in Valhalla. At least Jason must be having a worse time trying to stay alive, right? 

Alas, Will sighs as he realizes he has to leave the house to get this party going. Perhaps he can find any of the Bobs that he has to say hello to and make them help him, or maybe Hazel is just hanging around somewhere with good tips. Either way someone must be aware of how Jason usually handles these things- or how the previous years have worked out. Jason didn’t do all of it on his own, right? 

As he makes his way, Will spots Percy hastily crossing the street and half of his brain derails wondering why his friend looks so frantic. However, as Will is having his own breakdown, he decides to focus and move along. 

Percy too was having a breakdown. Firstly he somehow lost the reindeer, then apparently Klaus has had trouble getting the presents ready- there was no snow and Jason had yet to start decorating camp Jupiter! This was the absolute worst- how can he save Christmas when no one is in the spirit for it?  

You see, ever since Halloween Percy had decided to take as much work as possible of Klaus and Hearthstone’s hands- as clearly they were malnourished and stressed because of the melting North Pole. However, luckily, Klaus didn’t ask for funds to cool down the Pole, instead, he had Percy help with some tasks at hand. 

So as Percy was running around with 10 different ideas on how to make sure Christmas would still continue, his top priority was figuring out where the FUCK Jason went and where the people of Camp Jupiter kept their Christmas spirit hidden, would it be at Jason’s place? 

Will meanwhile had found Bob, the one with the elephants, currently on top of an elephant. “Jason says hi.” Will started and Bob just squinted at him.

“Are you not Jason?” he asked, “Sorry, I can’t see very well from up here.” 

Will grumbled, before speaking up. “Do you know how Jason planned Christmas around here?” he simply asked. “No, Jason was very strict on doing it all himself.”

“Why?”

“Something about keeping up the good work, I think he just used it as a way to ignore his other duties.” Of course Jason would not have taken any help. Will closed his eyes in pain— but this would be okay, he can fix this, this is less busy than, for example, the infirmary after capture the flag.

All he had to do was make a list, hand it out and everything would be done for him. He might even put his heritage to good use and rewrite their nativity play into something less problematic. Maybe. But, before Will decided to run off again, he turns to Jason’s good friend Bob.

“Hey, do you know where I can find the other Bobs? Jason wanted me to say hi to all of them as a favour.”

“Other Bobs? There’s just me as far as I know.”  Bob sighed from the top of the elephant, “If you don’t find anyone else named Bob don’t tell him though. I think Jason might have gotten a little confused.”

“Oh,” Will shook his head, “Thanks I guess.” 

Before Will could get far he was once again ambushed, this time by Hazel and Frank. “You’re Jason’s stand in right?” Frank sounded desperate, “Do you have the winter plans? We really have to start building things soon.” Hazel nodded along with him. 

“I, uh-” Will blinked, “Stand in?” Hazel nodded once more.

“Sorry, Nico snitched, for the love of the gods tell me you have them! Otherwise we’ll make it your responsibility and therefore your punishment if things do not go right, Will.” 

“Punishment?” Will started sweating.

“Just mediocre Roman stuff, whipping, wooden shoes, fines-” Hazel winked at him, “No worries, you’ll get out alive!”

“So, you have the plans?” Frank asked one last time.

“I will have them in uh— just have to grab them! See you all in a bit!” Will cursed as he ran off. He needed to fix these plans, soon.

Will locked himself up in Jason’s place and as he took a look around he was sure it was messier than the last time he saw it. Had someone else ransacked the place? If there had been more stuff to actually ransack it might have been more noticeable. Will walked to the desk, only to find a blue post-it with a message on it.

Sorry about the mess! See ya, merry xmas-Percy“Okay?” But worry about it Will could not. As he donned a pen, paper and stress headache he started working on a list, a list to save Jason’s reputation as Winter Organizer.

Hours later blood sweat and tears stained Will’s mind. He had finally finished the first draft and figured that it would be enough. Will stood up from Jason’s desk, shaking. He walked to the door, opened it—he only had to find Hazel and Frank and—

“Jason! Good job at making those plans.” A random camper, wearing a Christmas hat patted him on the shoulder, “You don’t look so good man, you deserve some rest!” It had started snowing, and Will slowly stepped out. There were lights strung everywhere- far off he could see a gigantic Christmas tree. Faintly he could hear carols being sung, and the rehearsal of the horrible nativity play. But he never did this— he… he just spent hours doing work for nothing? How—

“Hey, Will!” Percy suddenly spoke up from beside him, “What were you doing in Jason’s office?” He was wearing an ugly sweater, carrying presents, and overall still seemed stressed but managing.

“I was, uh.” Will sighed, “Christmas or something I don’t know.”

“Oh! I found the Christmas plans a while ago actually. Sorry to keep you looking, but I was in a hurry to save Christmas! If you see Klaus back at camp tell him it’s all in control, when the reindeers are back. And if not, we have the war unicorns as backup. Now I got to go— see ya!” As Percy scurried off he let out a clear ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’. 

Will just wanted to go home, back to camp. Back to his boyfriend. He didn’t even manage to change the nativity play to something good. He just changed his opinions about Camp Jupiter instead, this place fucking sucked. And as he ignored the texts coming in on his phone, sinking to his knees into the snow, he just hoped that Jason and Magnus were suffering as much as he was. The Le-Gou-Lash BashMagnusHey, Jason, just popping in to remind you to be careful! You’re not an einherjar, and if I’m getting Nico’s traumas right, you dying would permanently scar this kid. 

JasonI’ll try my best! I’m meeting Santa soon though MagnusWe have a Santa???

[cabinofimagines]

2. Magnus Chase and the Gods what’s happening

Our system is 100% vibes and whatever makes us laugh the hardest -Asnyox and Danny

Will

Hey Magnus just navigate to Camp Half-Blood, Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island, New York 11954

i’ll make sure Nico picks you up. 

Magnus

Okay, any specifics I should look for to find him?

Will

Nah, he can sense the dead from miles away. 

“He can sense the dead-? Of course he can...” Magnus muttered to himself as he shivered. Will had mentioned the weather within the borders would be maybe a light autumn- but outside of the borders, it was freezing. Even with his Frey heritage, his shorts felt a little cold.

 

“I can also sense bad fashion.” Magnus quickly turned around to come face to face with a dark-haired guy. Without introduction, the boy—probably Nico—motioned for Magnus to follow him, which he did. “Your full name is just Magnus Chase, right?” Nico asked. Magnus nodded as he saw literally nothing in front of him, just forest and trees. Nico stopped and held his hand out to touch air or something.

“I, Nico di Angelo, permit Magnus Chase to enter Camp Half-Blood, or whatever.”  Nico turned around, “You should be good to go now—wasn’t sure whether the border would stop you from getting in because you’re not Greek and all that. Anyways, go pretend to be my boyfriend, try not to die and join in the Christmas activities!” Nico walked off. 

“What.”

So Magnus began his day at Camp Half-Blood. As he made his way through the border, he laid eyes on the big house—which seemed normal enough, if it was not because of the line of hurt people right outside. 

Being the good person he was, he carefully made his way to said line and approached the one in the back. Before he even could greet the girl at the end, she turned to him, barely looking at him as she went, “Oh, Will! I thought you were inside already, they might need more hands.” 

Magnus paused before he caught up. Ah yes, people really did mistake him for Will.

“I uh, wasn’t yet. What happened?” He asked as the girl looked at him like he was stupid. 

“Harley’s two legged death race, holiday edition—wait did you skip it?” The girl gasped, “I won’t tell, but only if you heal me first.”  She then whispered. Not wanting Will to get into actual trouble, Magnus quickly healed the girl, who then thanked him and walked of after saying, “Hey, didn’t know you had instant heal! Sick!”

Magnus then made his way into the infirmary where one guy looked him over, went up to him, and whispered in his ear. “I know about the switcharoo, name’s Austin, I’m Will’s brother, I won’t snitch if you help heal the line out. You know how right?” Before Magnus nodded he was set to healing, asking each patient for details on their wounds.

”Myrmekes, you know, giant ants got us.”

“Oh, Sherman Yang decided I should be an ornament.”

“The crafting table didn’t agree with me. Nor did the glitter.”

“Archery practice.”  “Were you the target?”  “No, the instructor.” 

“A reindeer ran me over.”

“Decorating the lava wall.” “What.”  “Yeah, you should check it out!” 

So as the line grew short, Austin let Magnus go explore, kindly giving instructions to find the lava wall. 

Magnus did not know what he expected. However, somehow the words “Lava Wall” never made him think of a climbing wall with lava flowing down from it. Worse yet, multiple people were currently climbing it holding tinsel and lights, both quite flammable objects, and somehow it actually looked Chrismassy and joyful. Somehow.

“Impressive isn’t it, Will?” Some dude spoke from next to Magnus, “It reminds me of that one time dad tried to actually be there for Christmas. Hephaestus wasn’t too clear on why the trees should ‘light up’ but he at least apologized for almost setting mom on fire. Good times! Catch ya later.” 

Magnus watched the guy leave with a look of concern, but as time went by, he realized that was probably one of the lighthearted stories he’d hear. Later that day, while having lunch with Nico, the guy decided to trauma dump as if Magnus were Dr. Phil’s little helper.

“Yeah, the decoration are cool most years but this one feels less chaotic than others—though not as quiet as the winter my sister died—” Nico shrugged. “That one was not fun. There’s also that other winter when things were too quiet and we ended up fighting Bob the titan, before Percy yanked him to hell—he’s alright though don’t worry. Bob, I mean. I saw Percy a week ago and he was acting crazy.”

Magnus remembers something then. “Where’s Klaus?”

Nico looks around. “No clue. He said a friend would come over as well, some Heartstone guy?”

Magnus frowns. “Why is he here?”

“No clue,” Nico repeats. “I think Klaus is trying to drive Percy to a nervous breakdown, don’t know why. Can’t blame him either, Percy makes you wanna do that sometimes.”

“Right,” Magnus eyes Nico, picking up his trash and standing. “I’ll take a walk.”

“Will!” A girl of about fifteen approaches him and smiles. “Oh, did you get a perm? Lovely! Though I would spend less time under the sun if I were you, your hair is getting sickly lighter,” she says casually. “Anyway, today for the campfire Chiron asked me to tell you not to sing any ballads, you know what happened last time.”

Magnus stares at her still hung up on the comment about his hair but trying his best to move on. “I do. Yeah, I know everything that’s ever happened here.”

“Cool,” the girl pats his shoulder and leaves. “No one needs more drama—ah, like that one time mom came to my prom wearing the same dress as I did and said ‘See, when someone the right size wears it, it does accentuate your curves!’ Ugh, totally unnecessary I mean, she knows I wore it because my actual dress was covered in acid from the gorgon pretending to be my grandma! Anyway, toodles!”

Magnus reaches the campfire and sits next to Austin. “Gods, I know I’m no one to judge but does anyone here have a decent childhood?”

Austin laughs like he just said the funniest joke. “Good one, buddy. What’s next, a proper education?” Chiron calls Austin to the front and he rubs his hands eagerly. “Showtime!”

Magnus watches the guy step to the front and bring out a saxophone. He starts playing and Magnus recognizes it as ‘Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree’. At first he sits back and enjoys it thinking he’s finally discovered something about this camp that isn’t inherently concerning. 

The problem starts when Austin gets a bit too excited and his music starts to command everyone to leave their seats and rock around the lava wall, which is functioning as their Christmas tree.

***

It’s 10pm, Magnus has been healing the entire camp from second and three degree burns, and he’s either hallucinating or he actually saw Blitzen and another guy with a santa hat on entering the forest in the back of a bronze dragon.

“Has anyone seen a reindeer?” A camper walks up to where he’s walking holding a flip phone against their ear. “No?” They talk back into the phone. “Sorry, Percy. No yeah, I sent them over to you this morning—yeah, I,” they spot Magnus and smile. “Oh, hi, Magnus!”

“Y/N,” Magnus waves casually. “Who the hellheim lost a reindeer?”

“You don’t wanna know,” you snort, texting someone on the flip phone. “You should tell Heartstone to make Klaus stop messing with Percy, poor guy is going bald and may be getting an ulcer.”

“He’s not the only one,” Magnus replies. “Hey, Nico told me you guy have a god around here named Mr. D?”

You hesitate. “I’m not sure you should go anywhere near him. He might not be okay with you hanging out here.”

“I’m already dead, what can he do, vaporize me? The lava wall already tried that—I can’t be burned.”

“Show off,” you state with no real annoyance. “Yeah well, he’s probably playing cards in the porch.”

“This camp needs like, a whole therapy guard—like an entire cabin for the mentally ill.”

“Oh, Magnus, sweet summer child,” you pat his shoulder. “The whole camp is for the mentally ill. See ya!”

Y/N walks away humming Rudolph the red-nose reindeer and continue to ask about the animal’s location to anyone you encounter. Magnus walks up to the big house and finds a man who can only be Mr. D sitting there and chugging down eggnog.

“Uh, hi.”

“Bill Lonely, you’re here,” Mr. D glances at the boy without even reaching his face. “What do you want?”

“I heard you sometimes give free therapy sessions—can I help?”

Mr. D snorts. “Are you a doctor?”

“No but I feel a lot of bad things when I look at your campers.”

“Join the club, kid.”

“Also my sword is good with words and if that doesn’t work I can stab them so they go to a better place. Sorta.” Magnus scratches his nose and sniffs. “So can I?”

“The clinic is all yours,” the god points to the front door. “Second door to the left, don’t touch my mini fridge.”

[cabinofimagines]

Start Chat

It is time for the holidays this year! This time we got some special flavour that we invented ourself >:-)

-Asnyox

Start chat

The Le-Gou-Lash Bash

Magnus

How’s everyone? This gc kinda died two weeks into November.

Will

The gc isn’t as dead as you are, Magnus. Besides we got a bunch of flu cases here at camp (curse the Nosoi).

Will

Magnus

That’s no-soi nice to say. Whatever those things are. 

Next time you see me you better be prepared to suffer, Chase.

nvm

Nico just laughed, you can take this one

Jason

Nico laughed and I wasn’t there to see it? Unbelievable

Will

Well if you weren’t hanging around CJ all the time- I can’t blame you tbh it’s probably a lot less hectic than here

Jason

Yeah CJ is pretty quiet, but there’s no fun though. Talked to Leo last week nd apparently I am missing “all the holiday events that matter”

Magnus

Sounds rough, I know there’s going to be a bunch of holiday stuff at Valhalla

Jason

How big is the chance that it will spark joy?

Magnus

It will spark something for sure, I do not want to join sleighing to the death 101 this year

Jason

SLEIGHING?? I’ve never done that

Magnus

Will

sleighing to the death??? What?

Too bad I kinda hate going to these events 

unless…

Hey, you all think we could swap places?

Magnus I need to go sleighing it will put me one up to Leo

Jason

Like people wouldn’t notice? We le-goulashed them up at halloween anyways

Will

I volunteer as tribute to go to CJ

Finally some rest

Magnus

Dunno what CJ is but uuh that means I should go to your place, Will?

Will

Ye, I will tell Nico about it and make sure u don’t get forced into infirmary duty. 

Magnus

Oh I can heal if needed uuh is Percy going to be there

Need to make sure that I don’t tell him Klaus isn’t Santa or whatever right

Will

I am not sure where percy is, last time I saw him he seemed busy

Will

Jason

IM GOING SLEIGHING!!! oh but Will can you make sure the bobs are okay

bobs? as in haircuts?

Jason 

No, I got a few friends all named bob at CJ. Just let them know where i’m at that should be good. 

Magnus

Will

okay…? 

I have no chores for you Grace just stay away from sharp objects, and uh… if you see an animal hanging out in my room don’t kill it or kick it out that’s Alex.

Jason

You mean the girl that was terrorizing us for halloween? i have to share room with her??

Magnus

It’s actually a yearly thing? the whole terrorizing strangers— well you know what, forget it I tell Alex myself, don’t worry. Also do NOT pet the giant squirrel, he can and will make you cry

Jason

Got it! Kinda. You guys are weird but then again my best friend dresses up his bronze dragon depending on the holidays and forces me to pose in the pictures with him so idk why i act surprised

Will

Nico says he needs to see the pictures, for research

Jason

Nico isn’t allowed to see them until he sends me one SMILING

Will

Nico says he’ll hack your phone when you’re not looking

Magnus

Just told Alex n’ friends, Jason, make sure you bring a whole bag of chocolate so the doorman doesn’t kick you outta my floor and also what do you mean he’s got a dragon

Jason

There’s one at Camp Half-blood too so don’t worry, anyway gotta go pack!!! sweaters and socks!!

Will

You made a child very happy today, Chase

Magnus

He’s like ten years older than me

Will

Mentally the romans are **fuzzy static noise**

Magnus

Am I supposed to know what that means

Will

Don’t worry about it, I’m the one spending my holidays there, I’ll probably be bored out of my mind, unless the bobs are like a really good group of country music, but I doubt it— Sigh.

End chat.

Magnus

Good luck soldier

I gotta go get clothes for hot weather, i guess

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Halloween 2024

Welcome to the masterlist for our Halloweenverse of 2024! This time with more surprise characters. It's connect to both the Halloweenverse (2021 , 2022 , 2023 ) and Christmasverse ( 2021, 2022, 2023 ) but can be read as a standalone (maybe). All fics are platonic and with a gn!reader :)

Five Nights at Leo's

Dark and Dragged

Netflix & Chills

Undead at Dusk

Le-Ghoul-ash

The Automaton Mash

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hii!!! hope you're doing well!!

Hi! thank you for the well wishes :) Hope you're doing alright too!! -Asnyox

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Wow hello babes it's been a while

How are you doing?

Still writing? Taking a pause? Tell me, I've been away

Hey! We've been writing a little- the halloweenverse ended last week, and we're doing christmas too if all goes right. Besides this I personally haven't had much time to write (but I do want to get back into it) as I got a new job, moved and have been generally busy! Maybe the writing spirit will hit again soon when I've really settled (I'm getting there). -Asnyox

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The Automaton Mash

Last part from Halloween of the year! Hope y'all enjoyed our brainwaves. Pairing: A lot platonic, both MCGA and TOA, x gn!reader Word count: 2.9k Warnings: only our humour I suppose Happy Halloween! - Danny & Asnyox

Lester is the next guy to come up to you in a frantic state. “Have you seen Hecate?”

You stare at him without understanding. “Yeah, plenty of times. Not today though.”

“Very funny. Seriously, I thought I had handled that yesterday but I could’ve sworn that I saw her like three minutes ago and I keep hearing these scratching noises coming from the vents…”

Your heartbeat picks up at his statement. “Eh, what now? Are you sure it isn’t the music echoing through the vents? We’d never held a party indoors before, maybe that’s it?”

“No, no. I tell you, Hecate is here,” Apollo winces. “Maybe I should stop using her name. Anyway, if you see her tell me right away. Gods, you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to keep her from showing up at your parties since the one you held years ago at her house, now she keeps saying how she’s so eager to see it first-hand but if she realizes there are no large campfires with dancing witches all over and that you’ve also invited people from other realms she’ll be so disappointed that she’ll forbid you from making parties!”

You frown. “Is that the reason why you’re always around during Halloween? Wait, what do you mean other realms? Is this about the undead, because I don’t know who invited those guys, Nico didn’t.”

“Klaus is literally right there.” He gives you a look pointing at the entrance. “Why else would I be here every freaking year?”

“Because you love and miss us?”

Lester brushes it off. “Yes. Lots and lots. Anyway, we must find Hecate—”

“It’s not Hecate,” you sigh heavily. “I know what the noises are, but I don’t think we can do much without halting the party. I could use your help, though.”

“Oh. Doing what?”

“We need an expert at dressing up to judge the costume competition and you are our guy,” you smile. “So in about twenty minutes or so go meet Calypso in front of the stage, pretty please?”

Lester glances at the hallway again but gives in. He hopes nothing bad happens while he sits back and enjoys the party.

Percy was looking for Alex. He felt bad for whatever Klaus and possible-real-santa had to put up with on a yearly basis. Starting the preparations for Christmas during Halloween? That’s just insane. But he also knew that he had approximately 20 dollars, a half pack of gum, and a pharmacy receipt in the pockets of his costume. 

If only he could recall what Alex was dressed as- he hadn’t seen her yet, but he knew that Annabeth told him before, in one of her costume planning rambles. With a little chance she might have more money on her, and if not he could try Piper too. 

In Percy’s searching frenzy he wasn’t really looking out where he was going, until he bumped into someone. Percy quickly looked and saw blonde hair, pointy ears and-

Oh gods there were three of them. Did all the elves have to go to this party? Did they have nowhere left? Was the world that far gone? Without a second thought he blurted out a quick “I’ll get you money!” to the closest elf, before running off in a different direction. Said elf turned to his two fellow Legolase’s. 

“What’s Percy’s problem?” Magnus asked, as Jason shrugged. “I think it has to do with Klaus again,” Will said, and Jason seemed to understand. Magnus, however, was left in the dark, for only a moment, before Will sighed and started explaining the saga of Klaus and Percy’s obsession with Christmas.  

Percy figured he would simply give his earthly possessions to Klaus immediately- he can always do a fundraiser next Christmas for the elves. With this mindset he went back out to meet with Klaus and his friend. Before Percy could come close enough to see what they were doing, Klaus’s friend pointed at him. Klaus turned around and smiled widely. 

“Ah Percy, found any gifts?” He said, as he made sure that Percy stood in front of both his friend and him. Percy squinted his eyes as Klaus seemed to be using sign language, but he didn’t question it. 

“I have twenty dollars and some gum-” he said and he felt himself get flustered. Klaus’ friend was staring intensely at his face while he was talking. Percy sighed, “I couldn’t find Alex, but I promise I’ll raise more funds soon!” 

“Oh, but twenty is plenty right now,” Klaus said, “Let’s go get some resources for our workers- I know just what candy they need.” 

And without question, Percy followed the two elves to the nearest store. 

Alex saw her newest target- a Latino on the smaller side. She simply knew that he would be an easy scare- he was already looking extremely anxious. Besides, he was clearly dressed as some sort of dwarf appropriation, and Alex figured he should get a good scare for daring to do so. 

She also figured he was probably unaware of his crimes, but that didn’t matter to her.

So, slowly, she stalked her way to the boy. She didn’t need to try too hard to be silent, as the noises from the party would cover any footsteps.  She was hovering right next to the Latino’s shoulder as he turned around and screamed, high and shrill, for only a moment, as the ghost in front of him started cackling. Leo regained his breath for a moment. 

“Geez, are you one of those undead that are visiting?” he eyed the ghostly figure in front of him, which casually nodded. “Sure am.” she answered, like a normal person and not at all like what Leo imagined La Llorona to sound like. At his scrutinizing gaze Alex felt like she should elaborate, “This is just a costume though.” 

Leo nodded slowly, before properly looking at the costume. 

“Sick costume! Did you have help from Blitzen making this?” he asked. “How do you know Blitzen? Either way, this is all homemade by yours truly.” she answered and Leo whistled. 

“I just met the dude, uh, are you joining in the costume contest?” he asked and Alex shook her head. “Why not?” “If too many people see the costume I can’t freak anyone out anymore.” Alex shrugged, “Besides I have seen what Blitzen has made and there’s no way I am winning, it’s unfair.” 

Leo eyed La Llorona for a moment, before casually looking to the side. 

“If it’s unfair, you know you can bust the awards ceremony.” he suggested, “I live here, I know exactly where you could come from to scare everyone in the audience, if you aren’t a pussy at least.” It barely took a second for Alex to answer.

“I’m in.”

As you sit down between Calypso and Lester at the judges table, you look around searching for Jason or Leo, but neither is within sight. Holding back a groan, you put on an easy-going smile and signal to Calypso so she goes upstage and speaks to the crowd, announcing the costume competition.

As the contenders quickly gather backstage, Calypso explains what they’ll be basing their ratings on and how the crowd is allowed to interact with the process. The prize is, of course, a bag of drachmas and the opportunity to host next year’s Halloween party if the winner wishes to.

Calypso goes back to her seat giddily and calls out through the mic. “First contestant, you may come out now!”

While the competition comes through, you have one eye on the costumes and the other on the vents. If only you had a set of security cameras set up on this stupid table to switch channels every so often and see if the animatronics are getting closer or further away, now that would be helpful and certainly not scary at all.

When Annabeth comes up on the stage she’s holding a large, worn cloak over her body, and you all stay silent whispering about her strange choice and why she deemed it competition-worthy. That is, until she swirls the fabric with a dramatic flare and twirls, tossing the large cloak aside and revealing a highly realistic armour underneath. 

Gasps are heard everywhere, and in the back you hear a girl squeal. “Oh gods, she’s Chappell Roan!”

Annabeth sighs. “I knew that would happen,” she raises her voice. “I’m Joan of Arc, guys, not Chappell! Love her music, though!”

Calypso, Lester, and you lean your heads closer together and whisper. “Okay so that is a pretty cool costume,” Lester starts. “I love Joan of Arc! She was super funny.”

“Mhm, not to be that guy, but if Annabeth wins she’ll get to host Halloween next year and you guys weren’t here to see that, but let me tell you, if she hosts that means Percy and Grover host, and you do not want to see how things go when they’re left in charge.”

“Yeah? And how’s it going for you tonight, hm?” Lester raises a brow.

“What?” Calypso looks slightly concerned. “Is something happening that I don’t know of?”

“Nothing, my sweet, stay in your bubble.” You pat her head distractedly. “Now, Lester, in my defense I’m not hosting, Leo and Calypso are. And the bad side of things is all Leo. However, you may’ve noticed Leo is nowhere to be found, so maybe he already fixed things while everyone was gathered here in a safe space!”

A dreadful high-pitched scratching comes from the ceiling and the vents when two dozen automatons fall out in a cascade of rusty old bodies. You wince, staring at the chaos as three of them fall too close to Annabeth.

“And that’s our queue to stop arguing!” You claim already halfway out of your seat and jumping over the table to fight the machines.

Lester makes his bow appear and Calypso pulls out a dagger from her ankle. You have no idea if she’s got any more hidden and if she also had them on while chilling and watching movies with all of you, but now there are worse things to worry about.

Annabeth stumbles back in shock when the automatons all start crawling towards her, and then a male voice shouts her name, getting her attention. “Your costume!” Blitzen shouts. “It works as real armor, you can fight!”

Annabeth seizes the banner she’d carried to the stage and twists it. It splits in half, creating two medium-sized spears with shiny silver points. “For le goulash!” She shouts before stabbing one of the robots in the head.

Your eye catches a glimpse of something squirming over your head just as you decapitate an automaton and you gasp. “Holy shit, is that a ghost bride?”

Lester squeaks out. “It’s Hecate!” 

But you pale when the girl falls directly over an automaton and cuts right through his middle as if it were made of butter. “That’s not Hecate, that’s one of the undead!”

“That’s my friend Alex!” A short man runs past you smiling from ear to ear. “Mess them up, my friend!”

“Isn’t that…” You squint, but Lester tackles you before you can finish your thought.

From the ground you watch as a large guy dressed up as a bear tears the costume off his body and, in what can only be described as an act of pure madness, sticks a pumpkin over his head. A lit, real-life pumpkin.

You get up to help him but a guy, looking extremely similar to Jason but speaking in a more high panicky voice, urges you to run to the other side. “He’s fine he’s just excited, keep moving!”

“And who are you?” You demand, feeling like you’re suffering some kind of mass hallucinating from smelling Leo’s half-baked goulash.

“I’m Magnus!” He responds while his sword flies all around him slashing robots. You’re not very sure, but every time that thing flies past you, you could swear its humming the Monster Mash.

“Oh, Annabeth’s cousin! Didn’t know she invited you! So you must be the undead Nico sniffed!” You retort after tripping an animatronic and slamming it’s head against the ground.

The human Jack O’Lantern runs past you with the remnants of his costume now also on fire, but he really must have some thick skin, because it doesn’t seem to bother him. Next to him a red-haired girl dressed as Merida shouts instructions at him so he knows where to hit next, given that his vision sucks at the moment.

“Demigod life, am I right?” Magnus says with a hint of dry humour. 

You smirk. “Dude, and you didn’t see our last year’s competition of cabin decorations for Christmas.”

“You guys celebrate Christmas? Aren’t you pagan and stuff?” Magnus pauses. “Oh no, am I the racist Legolas?”

“Duck!” You exclaim, slashing your sword just an inch above his head and cutting through a robot’s arm.

“Here’s the elf candy!” Percy comes through the main entrance holding a tote bag.

Hearthstone and Klaus stop behind him, the three of them coming to an abrupt halt when they see the carnage of metallic limbs and oil stains scattered across the room. 

“What the hell happened?” Percy scowled, locking eyes with Leo. “Dude, I know your waiters were glitchy but you didn’t have to butcher them!” He walks up to one of the bodies and picks up the head. “The off switch is right there!”

You and Jason share the same infuriated look. “Would you like me to hold the goulash while you strangle him with your wig?”

“No need, I’m gonna choke him with the goulash,” he grumbles, walking away to get to Leo.

“Your prize,” Calypso comes up to Annabeth holding a small bag of drachmas. “Your costume is awesome. Good luck hosting Halloween next year, don’t ever ask me to do it again.”

“I don’t wanna host Halloween,” Annabeth scrunches up her nose. “I share a house with Percy!”

“Leonidas Valdez.” 

Leo gulped- he had really hoped that Jo and Em wouldn’t notice anything amiss. They said they would be gone for most of the party week out of respect, but here they were, at the end of the party. He turned to his moms, trying to not look as guilty as he felt. 

“What is the one thing we said you were not allowed to do?” Jo’s voice was strict, and Em was standing next to her with the same look on her face. “Go see the automatons, lest they activate.” Leo admitted, knowing there was no way out of this. “And what did you do?” Em asked. “I went to see the automatons, and they activated, BUT-” Leo took one second to see no interruptions from his moms, “We dealt with the problem now! Nobody got hurt, and you don’t have to worry about the automatons anymore!”  Em and Jo looked at each other for a second, before looking around the mess that was the Waystation currently. “You’re off the hook for tonight, but you will face consequences Leo.” Jo said, before she and Em joined hands and walked off, probably not wanting to see the aftermath for much longer. Leo hoped he could convince the party goers to help clean up. 

“Wow, I’ve never seen them that strict, even with me.” “HA!” Leo jumped up, only to come face to face with Lityerses, “Ah, sorry Lit. Didn’t hear you coming this way.” Lityerses shrugged. “Anyways, Jason is looking for you, something about wanting to dump goulash on your head. I would go to him before he gets to you.” 

As the chaos settled down, Blitzen reunited with Hearthstone, asking why Hearthstone was here. 

Klaus is a childhood acquaintance of mine. He also hates Alfheim. He invited me.  

Blitzen nodded as he looked around the room, only to be interrupted by Hearthstone getting his attention and pointing at Leo- still dressed as a dwarf. Blitzen turned to Hearthstone with a questioning gaze, as his friend had mischief in his eyes. He’s just like you. Hearthstone signed. Blitzen glared at him, as he pointed to the guy dressed like an elf next to Leo, holding a pot of food. He’s just like you. Blitzen signed, and Hearthstone hit him softly. I don’t even like goulash. His friend signed back. 

Before Blitzen could react, Halfborn, still partially on fire with the jack-o-lantern pattern, went up the stage. Somehow this sight of him alone quieted the room, as a manical grin was on his face. “HEY,” He started, loudly, “IF THIS IS HALLOWEEN EVERY YEAR, Y’ALL ARE INVITED TO VALHALLA NEXT YEAR.” 

Nobody cheered, and the next sound was TJ, still impeccably dressed as Sherlock, getting on the stage too. 

“Uh, Halfborn, love the enthusiasm, but most people here are not dead. So maybe Boston will do?” he suggested, and it took a split second for Halfborn to nod. Before he loudly made a new statement. “Y’ALL ARE INVITED TO HALLOWEEN IN BOSTON NEXT YEAR. NOW CHEER.” 

That seemed to do the trick, as reluctant cheering broke out in the crowd. What just happened? Hearthstone asked Blitzen, who seemed a bit disappointed. We’re hosting Halloween next year. Blitzen answered.