I don’t know when it becomes fandom-acceptable to have one of these but here we are anyway. This blog is basically a jercy blog now i’m just waiting for my denial and my 15 year old self to stop being disappointed in me for “leaving my roots” and then i’ll change my description and stuff. Please enjoy!
I love getting the opportunity to interact with you guys so please make use of my ask box, personal messages, and commenting! All of it is appreciated and makes me beyond happy!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan. I just have an imagination, a word document, and some feelings.
General Fics Masterlist, Headcanons Masterlist
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Some of my favourite Jercy Fanfic and Fanart
Jercy On Calpyso’s IslandÂ
Invisible connections: Poetry in a story narrative.
Headcanons and Ask-Box Requests
I am always taking requests/prompts and I’m happy to explore and discuss ideas with you!
Favourite Jercy Headcanons
Bakery AU: Part I, Part II
College Professor AU: Part I, Part II
Let. Him. Go prequel (Jason POV)
Jason and Percy: Beautiful Terrifying Gods
Percy Jackson was not a boy from New York who loved his mom. He was a halfblood-warrior who only lived to protect the people he loved. And by the seas he would show them how much of god was in his demigod.
What does it take to make you angry?
The clash of metal is a bell ringing atop the chapel. The drip of sweat is a dying waterfall. The smell of blood and dust are iron shavings in the attic.
It is the beginning of a tapestry.
Percy doesn’t have anything to say, he couldn’t say anything even if he tried. For all the oxygen water held he didn’t have any in his lungs. How could this have happened?
(Please note this contains Burning Maze Spoilers)
The Son of Jupiter prowled onto the marble bridge of Olympus and the entire structure shuddered. Each step struck sparks of electricity. Dryads and nymphs scuttled back to their homes, not daring to make a sound. The infinite music  halted in a single note. The chatter of thriving life died. The only sound was the heavy, deadly footfall of a demigod.Â
A 12 year old Percy Jackson asked.
And the little five year old girl he babysat gave him a toothy grin and said, “Mommy told me its where all the people we used to know and all the people we will know meet up,”
Percy’s wrists were bleeding. The rope burning into his skin; it felt like fire. He smirked at his captor.
“Is this the best you got?”
His words slurred, a product of a swollen jaw and a broken nose.
“You really have a death wish son of Poseidon?” The stranger spat.
(A prequel in Jason’s POV is linked in the Ask Box section above)
Can you stop doing explicit things where i can hear them (Annoying Neighbour AU)
Jason Grace was fed up. This was the sixth time this week his annoying, and rudely hot, neighbour had decided that disturbing his sleep by participating in sinful activities right in the lounge, which was the only wall they shared, was a good idea.
Knock Me Down (College AU)
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII
Percy whipped around watching in horror as a ball came flying towards his face.
A flash of blonde hair slammed straight into him and they both tumbled, hitting the ground hard enough to make their teeth ring.
Percy Jackson knew he was in trouble when he woke up this morning.
His alarm was blaring Led Zeppelin, his bed sheets were wrapped around his legs and his arm felt like dead weight after sleeping on it all night.
But none of these were actual problems. No, the problem was that Percy woke up with an ache in his chest. That ache that told you something was going to go very very wrong today.
His Blood Runs Gold (Percy is a God AU)
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X
Time is non-existent anymore. Percy should be twenty this year but now that he has ichor flowing through his veins, he can be 102 or 5. He has done things Homer would write epic poems about. If he were around at the dawn of time Ovid would have happily dedicated the Metamorphoses to him. But today Percy Jackson has been a god for three years and he has never felt more mortal in his life.
Empires on the Horizon (Jason is a CEO AU)
There was something almost sinister in the whiskey-induced haze of a Manhattan skyline. The buildings nothing but dark blocks, uneven stairs.
There was something lonely about the haze too.
But Jason Grace couldn’t give two shits about the blackening playground of buildings, couldn’t give two shits about the incredible view from his twenty-second story window, couldn’t give two shits about anything except his whiskey bottle and the burn because today could only be described as hell. Worse than hell maybe.
