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Every time someone tells Worf about Greek Mythology heâs just like âThe humans know where Zeus lives. Why do they simply not raid Olympus and slay him for his misdeedsâ
au where Ethan survived tlo and because Percy vouched for him, he was allowed to just kind of fuck off and do his own thing and keep in contact with CHB. While Percy's missing during TLH and SoN, Ethan is hanging around the north west and keeping an eye out, and then sees Percy dawdling around with Frank and Hazel on the SoN quest. Important context, I hc that the TA knew about both the greeks and the romans because they were fighting a two-front war and had to have everyone on the same page, but made sure not to tell anyone not in the army about it because A) they didn't want their enemies to join forces and B) some bullshit about how the greeks and romans aren't supposed to know about each other because Bad things will happen.
So anyway, Ethan sees Percy on his quest and immediately grabs him to be all "dude where the fuck have you been everyone's losing their shit it's been like a year no one's dying there's giants now or some bullshit and also why the fuck are you wearing PURPLE?!?!?!?!" but Percy, still amnesiac, just looks at Ethan and squints for a little and goes " . . . I feel like we've met somewhere before???"
"Percy gave up godhood for Annabeth, it was all for her-"
I'm sorry which fanfic are you getting this from? This is the passage in tlo:
Yeah. he looks at her. But he also thinks about Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard, Ethan Nakamura and Luke Castellan and everything they stood for. Everything they DIED for. And the says no BECAUSE OF THAT.
it wasn't a percabeth moment. it was a moment of standing up for what's right and changing a neglectful system to support kids with disabilities and kids that were being killed off by monsters. it's demeaning to Percy's character and misinterpreting the entire series to claim otherwise.
This is something Iâve wanted to try out for a while. Super self indulgent and dumb, but fun to write! Let me know what you think!
Prologue:
Poseidon could not remember a time when he was happier in the last few centuries. The news that Percy, his precious son, was going through the natural process of ascension. Oh, he was sure Percy was unhappy with the news, but Poseidon was ecstatic. Heâd been grieving his only living demigod since the day he was born. The thought that he would get to keep Percy for eternity was something beautiful as far as Poseidon was concerned.
The gods were gathering for the Presentation of Myths. It was a rare event and one that always elicited excitement and curiosity among the pantheon. The amphitheater was bursting at the seams as every god in the Pantheon came into the temporal pocket and settled into their sections. This was a process not even Zeus could stop, and the event had to take place, as decreed by the Fates. Dionysus had his plays, Heracles his bardic tales, and Psyche her beautiful series of songs, but the stories of each ascending god needed to be viewed by all.
They had to be known, especially in the period between having a soul and having essence. They needed the strength of other gods and the strength of being known to get through this process. Or they would disappear into the void.
A fine seat had been prepared for Percy slightly away from the rest. A small throne in its own right, placed where all could view him as he viewed the Presentation. Poseidon had a place of honor right next to Percyâs, which was currently empty. On Percyâs other side sat Hestia, seeing as she had named Percy her Champion, it made sense. Apollo and Artemis sat next to Hestia, Apollo whispering in excitement as Artemis listened aloofly. They had always been Percyâs favorite Olympians and Poseidon knew Apollo had grown closer to his son after his stint as Lester. On Poseidonâs other side sat his daughter, Kymopoleia. Poseidon had been surprised to see her there, but he knew better than to comment. This section was for Percy and the gods who could best support him through this transition. If the Fates thought Kymopoleia was the one to do so, then Poseidon supposed he would understand eventually.
And this wasnât an easy process. It was emotional, revealing, and at times painful. Poseidon remembered how the other three had reacted during their Presentations. How their essence had sought comfort from those gods they trusted. How at the moments of their greatest feats, their essences had flared nearly out of control, causing them to twist with what they described as a horrible burning pain.
As excited as Poseidon was to have his beloved boy join them, he was not excited to see him suffer.
The three ascended gods who came before Percy sat in their own section up front, joined by their spouses. Dionysus whispered to Ariadne, both of them looking less excited and more serious than the rest of the Pantheon. Heracles seemed to be indulging Hebe as she chattered excitedly in her husbandâs ear, but he had a stony look in his eyes that didnât match his soft smile. If Hebe noticed, she didnât seem to care.
Psyche and Eros were pressed together, their wings almost intertwined. Psyche was resting her head on Erosâs shoulder, a far off look in her eyes. Poseidon wondered quietly how much Percyâs story would resemble hers. The story the mortals told and the truth of Psycheâs tale was vastly different, though truer elements of her story had leaked into the human consciousness in other stories. Poseidon highly doubted that anyone had heard the full truth of Percyâs journeys and quests, least of all Poseidon himself.
The Muses were taking their places, giving some indication to the style Percyâs story would be told in. Calliope, the Muse of epic poetry was taking center stage, with a tall stool and a high table in front of her. On either side of her were Thalia, the Muse of comedy, and Melpomene, the Muse of tragedy. The other six sat behind their sisters, setting up stools, instruments and other storytelling aids. Magical items that were rarely used outside these events.
Still, the combination wasâŠworrying for Poseidon. Comedy and Tragedy had both evolved with the times, encompassing both their modern and ancient meanings. And Poseidon had no idea which were being applied to his sonâs life. He wasnât sure he liked either option.
Zeus finally settled into his throne, looking suitably grumpy. Hera looked prim, but also grumpy next to him. Both of them were probably upset that it wasn't Jason sitting here. Well, they were the onesâ who let that good hearted, heroic boyâs light go out, so they could âsuck itâ as far as Poseidon was concerned.
Just as Zeus opened his mouth to complain, the Fates appeared, with Percy among them. Poseidon stood up to greet his son. Percy, at twenty-one, had grown into quite the handsome and impressive young man. Any ancient king would have been proud to show off a son like Percy, and Poseidonâs pride in his demigod child knew no bounds. Though, it was Percyâs heart and gentle nature that he adored the most, not his strength and power.
Poseidon wrapped Percy in a hug that Percy easily returned.
â...I donât want this.â Percy whispered softly into his fatherâs shoulder.
Poseidonâs heart broke just a little but not much. He never wanted this to be forced on Percy, but the Fates had their own plans. âI know. But forgive me if I am happy I do not have to grieve you.â
âGods of Olympus,â Clotho spoke up, her eyes sparking with amusement and pride. âA great time is upon us. A time to welcome another to our ranks from the growth of his own power and acclaim.â
Cheers and claps filled the amphitheater. Percy stepped back from his father and Poseidon retook his seat. Everyoneâs attention was on Percy, and he clearly did not like it.
Lachesis continued as the noise began to die down. âThis is one of our most honored and sacred traditions. Through this we will come to truly know Perseus and his stories.â
âYet, no one can ever accuse Perseus of blindly following tradition.â Atroposâs eyes sparked like she hadnât seen such amusement in centuries. Poseidon looked over at Percy with concern, only to see his son square his shoulder and stand a bit taller, resolute in his decision.
Poseidon glanced over at Zeus warily. Whatever Percy had decided, it was clear that Zeus would not like it. But, that was often the case with Percyâs decisions, and, with the Moiraiâs backing, there was little Zeus could do to argue.
âIf weâre going to do this, I demand that it is done my way.â Percy lifted his chin ever so slightly, daring anyone to argue. âTo start, I have questions that I want answered. In turn, you may ask as well. I wonât just sit and watch my life go by in silence. The Fates have agreed to maintain control over interruptions. If what you have to say is important, then you will be heard.â
Murmurs of discontent moved through the theater at the prospect. Gods did not like to be confined in any way. But the Fates were beings that one did not fight. Did not argue with. If they deemed it best for you to be silent, then you were silent. Yet, not everyone seemed discontent in the proclamation. Artemis and Apollo both looked like the Solstice had come early, practically sitting on the edge of their seats with wide smirks and barely contained energy. Psyche had covered her mouth, but the mirth on her face was clear. Similarly, Heracles had a satisfied smirk on his face.
âThe second thing is context.â Percy continued, clearly ignoring the reactions around him. âMy story is not just my own. I donât like the idea of you all watching and judging things without context outside my own mind. If you want the story, you have to accept the full story. So, I have requested the Fates bring the other most essential heroes in this mess to participate as well.â
âYou would bring mortals to one of our most sacred events?â Hera snapped her voice hard.
Percy didnât back down. âI would bring my friends, the demigods who saved our pantheon, to see my story. Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdaz, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Nico DiAngelo, Reyna Avila RamĂrez-Arellano, and Jason Grace.â
âAnd we have approved of this deviation from tradition.â Clotho said. âThe eyes of these demigods will be shielded, but they are under our protection. They will participate.â
Heraâs lips thinned into a line, but she nodded curtly.
âLord Hades, we ask that you fetch Jason Graceâs spirit for us. We are explaining this to the other mortals and shall explain the situation to him before fully transitioning out of the Underworld.â
Hades didnât look any happier at the order than Hera did at mortals being brought into the viewing, but he nodded anyway.
In what was only a second to the perception of the gods, the child appeared. Percy ran over to them and they greeted each other like war veterans at a reunion, all starting with Jason.
Jason Grace was met with hugs, loud exclamations, and claps to the back, which he seemed ecstatic to receive. Elysium was lonely when one was the first of their party to pass. Even their greetings, joyful as they were, were tinged with a bittersweetness. Because they knew this respite would end. And when their time came, they knew there would always be one of their number missing. It was not a fate anyone would wish on a troupe of warriors as close and bonded as they were, but it seemed to be their fate nonetheless.
Then they turned their attention to Percy, speaking in quiet tones in hopes the gods would not eavesdrop, though it was likely a useless hope. When have the gods ever been known to mind their own business?
âAre you okay?â Annabeth asked, wrapping her best friend in a hug.
Percy hugged her back. âPhysically? I feel like Iâm burning. Not likeâŠlava or something. Just likeâŠIâve got a fever that wonât go away no matter what I do. Mentally? Iâm tempted to punch someone in the face. The Fates would be preferable, but Iâll accept King Sparky Pants.â
Thalia snorted. âAnd when I donât even have a camera to appreciate the moment.â
âPercy.â Jason said seriously. âPlease do not punch my father, get yourself killed and end up starting a war. I would prefer if it took everyone years to actually reunite in Elysium, thank you.â
Percy shook his head, âIf this goes the way they want it too, I wonât be reuniting with anyone in Elysium ever.â
Nico winced. âPercy. If you donât go through with thisâŠyou wonât reunite with anyone in Elysium either. Itâs either you ascend like they wantâŠor your soul burns away into the ether.â
They all looked at Nico with blank horrified looks on their faces. Then they turned to Hazel.
Hazel winced, her face twisting into a frustrated scowl. â...well I wasnât planning on saying it like that.â
Percy crossed his arms. His eyes swimming with dark, rebellious thoughts. He remembered that the gods used to give people immortality on whims of their own fancy. His eyes flickered towards Ganymede, sitting near Zeus but trying to look invisible, to Ariadne beside Mr. D, to the Broeads loud and stupid with their father.
Percy met Mr. Dâs eyes and the god smirked, a knowing fire in his eyes. The first thing Dionysus had done upon ascending was bring his loved ones along for the ride. Percy might not be able to keep everyone he wanted, but wellâŠcould the gods really argue if Percy brought their Nine Heroes of Olympus with him into the Realm of the Gods?
And who would stop him if he did it fast enough?
Hesitia came over and smiled gently at the demigods. âChildren, please sit down. The Fates want to move on.â
With a gesture, an area for the demigods formed, one with plush couches, beanbag chairs, blankets, and snacks. Percy looked at it jealously, but didnât say anything.
âYou know, most of us are adults now,â Leo pointed out, even as he settled down with a bag of chips in a beanbag chair.
âYouâll always be children to me,â Hesitia said, â20 years have nothing on several millenia.â
Percy went back over to sit in his assigned seat. A âplace of honorâ that put him on display as much as it did the Muses. Percy and his life was still an amusement for the gods, even as was supposed to become one of them.
The entire amphitheater went quiet at the click of the Moraiâs knitting needles filled that space. Morbid curiosity filled the eyes of the demigods as they leaned forward, while the gods only showed eagerness. Poseidon resisted the urge to throw his arm around Percyâs shoulder in excitement and pride. He knew Percy would appreciate it.
A swirl of sea-green thread knitted itself into a ball on a small table near the Muses. Strands of gold were shining among the thread, which only made Poseidon smile more.
Then the knitted ball unraveled into nothingness. 10 books sat there now in two stacks of five, each labeled with a number.
âIt is decided!â The Moirai intoned.
âA combination of Media,â Atropus said.
âThe story of Perseus Jackson shall be read from these books,â Clotho continued.
âAnd the scenes that the tapestry deems important shall be shown using illusions as well.â Lachesis finished.
âWhat exactly is the tapestry going to deem important?â Percy asked, his tone clearly angry and tired already.
âThat is not for us to know,â Lachesis answered.
Percy took a deep breath. â...At least we wonât be starting with TartarusâŠâ he grumbled.
âNo. We will not.â Atropus said. Then the three sisters disappeared.
With their vanishing, the Muses turned towards Zeus and bowed. The stage and their tools began to glow lightly, as if sprinkled with golden dust. Murmurs of excitement filled the room, though much less loudly than they should have. The Fatesâ promise about interruptions was already holding true.
Zeus sent a quick glare in Percyâs direction and then nodded at the Muses. âYou may begin.â
Snippet From my Disney Descendants Political Story (Yes, this is technically a PJO crossover, but if itâs on Disney+ Iâm considering it fair game)
Percy only had one gift from his father. Percy often wondered what the point was of his father even giving him a gift. He had read the stories. Poseidon was supposed to be a god who would do anything for his children. He had destroyed navies, drowned kingdoms, and sent monsters when his children called out for his help.
But apparently, not for Percy.
No, all Poseidon had done for Percy was give him a weapon when he turned twelve.
Ariel had comforted Percy as best she could. Ariel and Eric had taken him in and loved him as much as they did their daughter, Melody. Percyâs cousin, Hercules, visited regularly and tried to help too. But Percy wasnât stupid. Percy wasnât the same as Melody. He certainly wasnât the same as Herculesâs sons. There had to be somethingâŠbad about him that no one would tell him.
Percy looked at the list of rules for Auradon Prep in his hand. Well. List was putting it lightly. Booklet was probably a better word for it.
âCan I take it?â Percy asked, ignoring the prick the little needle made in his hand as he clung to the broach.
Ariel reached over and absently messed up some of his blonde curls as she met Percyâs eyes. âAs long as they donât know what it actually is. Everyone is allowed to have jewelry. And if anyone says anything, just play the sympathy card, okay? Good people will never look cruel by taking away your only gift from your father.â
Percy nodded, running his thumb along the length of the pin. â...Why is everything different for me, Ariel?â
Ariel took a deep breath and sat down on Percyâs bed, patting the area next to her. Percy sat down too.
âYouâre fourteen now. We wanted to hold off on telling you, but I doubt anyone else will let it be a secret. At Auradon, youâll meet lots of people. Do you remember what we taught you about how people work?â
Percy nodded. âYou said there are âGoodâ people, who try to keep up appearances because they donât want to look bad, and âMoralâ people, who do the right thing because it is the right thing to do. Even if it isnât socially acceptable.â
Ariel nodded. âWhen you go to school, there will be people who call you Bad. Evil. Maybe even Villainous. And I need you to know that this is not your fault. Alright? You have done nothing wrong, Percy.â
Percy swallowed but didnât interrupt. He knew that Ariel would tell him why. She never hid things from him. Not things that mattered.
Ariel took a deep breath. âWhen you were born, Atlantis and Tirulia both celebrated. You were the first child born to Grandfather Poseidon in nearly fifty years. A new prince of the seas was a joyous occasion. You and Sally were going to come live here, as part of the royal family. Iâve never seen grandfather more excited. But thenâŠthere was a prophecy.â
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