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Not me rereading fics I've never posted and getting attached... Like I am not sitting on 5 right now 🫠
I am in love with your perpollo fic!!! Can't wait for the next chapter!
Thank you so much. Work has been short handed but I will be updating at somepoint.
Me literally agonizing over chapters and character development for a twilight fanfiction and a Naruto as well as a percy jackson.... literally my brain
🤯You know what would be good?
😑 please don't
🤯 let start another Batman fanfcition that explores the duality of dying in two diffrent realities and only one of you makes it. Also you get dropped in a train wreck of a dumpster fire....
😭 seriously please stop
🤯 omg yes we need to crank this out I have 9 chapters full of angst and drama.
why are you like this.
🥳 yes yes we needs it.
..... fine .... this is fine.
Q: Why can’t I just update one fic like a normal human being?
A: Great question. Let’s review the evidence.
• Started the week intending to update three stories
• Somehow drafted two one-shots for entirely different fandoms
• “Quick edit” turned into a full chapter rewrite in a third universe
• Brain keeps whispering “what if… but worse?” at 2 a.m.
Conclusion:
It’s not that I don’t want to focus. It’s that plot bunnies operate like feral raccoons with caffeine and no concept of deadlines.
Am I the problem?
Possibly.
Is it the ADHD?
Also yes.
Is it the plot bunnies holding me hostage and forcing me to write?
Legally this feels like a crime.
Final verdict:
#writers of tumblr
I am innocent. The stories simply demanded to exist.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!
Gotham Phantom out takes (scenes that never made the cut but to funny not to share)
Don't ask its like 5 in the morning. I worked a 12 and this is where my brain is at. This is just a outtake on what was written in some of the original drafts for The Rhythm of the Undead (and Other Complications) .... these scenes do not connect in any way.
If anyone wants to write a spin off with any of these it would be absolutely fine and I would love to read it. just tag me please.
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The spirit portal was still humming with eerie green light, Constantine was muttering Latin and swearing in three different dialects, and Danny had just finished obliterating a specter lord with his bare hands and a crown that literally burned with eldritch flame.
And then—
CRASH.
Drywall exploded. Plaster rained down like confetti. A motorcycle revved where no motorcycle had any right to be.
Red Hood burst through the wall like a literal wrecking ball, guns drawn and helmet gleaming.
“—the hell is going on in—oh.” His voice trailed off as he spotted Jazz.
Not Danny. Not the scorched runes on the floor. Not the still-twitching corpse of a ghost general. But Jazz, standing there in full Ghost Princess glory, glowing faintly green, holding a half-scorched emergency kit and looking halfway to kicking someone’s metaphysical ass.
Red Hood holstered one gun, slow and dramatic, cocked his helmet to the side.
“…Who’s the hot redhead in command of my soul now?”
Jazz blinked. “I’m a therapist.”
“Oh thank God,” he muttered, pulling his other gun out and firing at a ghost crawling up the wall. “I’ve got so many issues.”
Danny: "Get in line."
Gotham Phantom One-Shots-The Rhythm of the Undead (and Other Complications)
Jazz Fenton moved to Gotham for a quiet life of grad school and trauma psychology. She found a city that hums with its own unique brand of madness, a poltergeist in her radiator, and a brooding vigilante in a red helmet who just won't stop orbiting. When Arkham Asylum has a very un-Gotham-like supernatural breakout, Jazz finds herself teaming up with Red Hood against an ancient enemy from her past. Suddenly, Gotham feels a lot more like home, and a certain morally grey crime lord feels a lot more like... something else. Featuring reluctant allies, unexpected ectoplasm, Bat-Family confusion, and a whole lot of simmering tension.
Hi. Can you please put your fics under a 'read more' so mobile users don't have to scroll forever to get past them? thanks!
Fixed it thank you for pointing it out 🥰
🖤 SHADOWBOXING AND SARCASM
A Gotham Phantom One-Shot (Part 4)
by PelawenNight
🗒️ Summary:
Danny Fenton is trying to keep up with Cassandra Cain’s hand-to-hand combat training — no ghost powers allowed. What starts as a serious sparring session quickly devolves into playful banter, accidental ghostly mishaps, and a rare tender moment between them. Just when things start to settle, Cassandra’s brothers crash the “date” with a classic Bat-family “shovel talk.”
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The old Gotham University gym smelled like sweat, leather, and a faint trace of something old and dusty—like forgotten ghosts of previous athletes. Dust motes danced in the sparse shafts of sunlight filtering through grimy windows, illuminating the worn mats and scuffed punching bags. Danny Fenton bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, gloves half-laced, trying to look like he belonged in a hand-to-hand sparring session. He felt profoundly out of his element. His usual fights involved phasing through walls and firing ecto-blasts, not dodging actual, solid fists. He’d agreed to this because Cass had asked, and frankly, anything she asked, he’d probably do. But he was starting to question his life choices. This wasn't exactly the "normal college experience" he'd envisioned when he moved to Gotham. Then again, nothing in his life was ever truly normal.
Ghost King, Billionaire, and the Burger Joint
by PelawenNight
Summary:
Danny Fenton's college event in Gotham devolves into chaos when Vlad Masters attempts a public adoption, only to be interrupted by Jack and Maddie Fenton’s full-blown ghost-hunting antics. Bruce Wayne, already aware of Danny’s ghost form, misinterprets everything with billionaire-level intensity. As Danny and Cass flee the chaos with wordless synchronicity, Jazz is left to deal with their parents—only to be charmingly distracted by a certain sharp-jawed stranger with a thing for burgers.
Author’s Notes (at the top):
✨ I promise you, this started as a normal crossover idea and then took a sharp left turn into “what if Vlad tried to adopt Danny in front of Bruce Wayne and things immediately went off the rails?”
👻 Inspired by a need for chaos, some batdad interference, Fenton-family embarrassment, and giving Jazz a well-earned flirt moment. Jason Todd/Jazz Fenton is my new favorite accidental ship.
🍔 Shoutout to the imaginary Gotham burger joint that somehow became a dating spot.
Enjoy the madness—feedback feeds the fic engine.
The fluorescent lights of the Gotham University science department flickered, casting a sterile glow over the various exhibits. Danny Fenton, attempting to project an air of sophisticated academic interest, vaguely nodded at a display on quantum physics. He was here for the engineering program, a legitimate escape from Amity Park and its daily spectral intrusions, but mostly, he was here because Cassandra Cain was in Gotham. Three months of dating, and he still knew next to nothing about her family or her own life outside their quiet ramen dates. He'd seen her adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, though. And that man kept trying to poach him for a Wayne Enterprises internship, a fact that sat like a lead balloon in Danny's gut. He knew Wayne thought his parents were… a lot. Add in Jazz already being accepted to an accelerated psych program at Arkham, and Danny felt like the universe was conspiring to keep him in the orbit of Gotham's peculiar elite. Both he and Jazz were trying to carve out lives separate from their parents' chaotic orbit.
The Ghost Zone had, mercifully, settled. He’d accepted his role as king, and the Justice League, after some firm negotiations (mostly involving Jazz's surprisingly effective psychological profiles of their key members), had finally agreed to back off Amity Park. Life, for a half-ghost king, was as good as it got.
✨👻 Ghostly Welcome Wagon 🦇✨
By: PelawenNight
A Danny Phantom x Batfamily Crackfic Series
📝 Summary:
Batman sends his sons to Amity Park to vet Cass’s mysterious new boyfriend. What they find is a ghost-infested town, a teenage superhero called Phantom, and one extremely overprotective older sister with a black belt in psychology and a roundhouse kick strong enough to launch Red Hood off a silo. Danny’s sister Jazz delivers a shovel talk for the ages—and the Batboys may never recover.
💬 Author’s Note:
Gotham phantoms: First Impressions
Danny Phantom x Cassandra Cain — One-Shot Crossover
Amity Park’s Danny Fenton accidentally dates Gotham’s silent assassin. While his ghost-hunting parents wreak havoc at Wayne Enterprises, Danny charms the uncharmable Bat, leading to a hilarious first date and a kiss that stuns the entire Bat-Family. Cue panicked comms and bewildered heroes.
Danny is a Fucking Menace.
DPXDC Prompt
Just had a funny idea about Danny finding out about some of the complicated stuff between the Joker and The Bat Children (Jason dying to the Joker/Tim being Joker Jr./Dick and Barbara getting shot, Which ever one you want to choose etc.) due to being friend with all of the children, being on a mission with them Danny just decides to ask Batman how long him and the joker being lovers in a very pissed off way (maybe b-man decided to “save” the joker again and Danny fucking snaps off) and even giving “evidence” but he’s so far from right but everyone’s that isn’t Batman is just like “omg???” “Why does this sound so right but wrong??” Jason in the background like “I couldn’t kill the bastard but you can fuck him????”
I just imagine Bruce just walking away and going home mid crime scene. Just done with everything.
If anyone wants to write it as a story or anything tag me I need a laugh.
😱😱 plot bunnies I'll be right back... this story has to be brought to life omg
🎭 ACTING UP (fem!Percy x Apollo college theater chaos) ☀️
Percy joined a college play to pass a class. Then Apollo showed up. Disguised. As a student. As her assistant director. It went exactly as well as you’d expect when gods, swans, goats, and awkward kisses are involved.
Neither Lester nor Apollo have seen Percy in a bikini. In person. They would lose their minds if they ever did. Lester wuld prolly have heart palpitations the poor dear. Apollo may throw the whole "date her" planout the window all together and kidnap her.
Lester would genuinely lose any coherent thoughts he could have had for the rest of the week
And Apollo... well, let's just say that some cities would get burned to the ground 😔
I couldn't not write this.... calls post inspired me just a little one shot. Hope you enjoy.
The Day at Triton's Cove
"You actually came," Chloe said, a hint of genuine surprise in her voice as she adjusted her own stylish sunglasses. She sat on the edge of the large beach towel spread out under a striped cabana, meticulously organizing a pile of magazines and a trendy water bottle. "I figured you'd get called away by a world ending family emergency or get in to a fight. Or both."
Percy Jackson stretched, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She was already in her blue bikini, lounging comfortably on another towel, the soft fabric cool against her skin. The warm sun soaked into her, a rare luxury. "Nope," she said, popping the 'p'. "Today, there's just me, a bottle of sunscreen, and Triton's Cove." She gestured around at the gaudy Atlantis-themed water park, humming with the joyful screeches of children, the faint scent of chlorine and popcorn, and the rhythmic whoosh of water slides. It was over-the-top, slightly ridiculous, and exactly what she needed after... well, everything.
"Want me to get your back?" asked Theo, her classmate and hopeless flirt. He was wearing new, brightly colored swim trunks that were perhaps a little too tight, and his hair was slicked back, trying for a 'cool and effortless' vibe that ended up more 'damp and stressed.' He leaned in from his spot on a third towel, already holding out a hand for Percy's sunscreen bottle.
Percy blinked behind her sunglasses, momentarily startled. "Huh? Oh—yeah, sure." She passed over the bottle, too distracted by the life-sized hippocampus statue squirting mist over the corn dog stand to think it through. Her other friend, Mike, had already taken off towards the snack bar with Chloe, intent on acquiring the "best deep-fried thing on a stick."
Theo took the bottle, his fingers brushing hers for a fraction of a second too long. "Alright, just relax," he murmured, his voice a little too smooth for a guy who usually stammered when asking for homework help. He began to apply the sunscreen, perhaps a little too slowly, his gaze lingering on her.
Percy, meanwhile, was just enjoying the momentary chill on her back. "This is so nice," she sighed, completely oblivious to Theo's lingering touch or his hopeful expression.
Theo was halfway through applying sunscreen when there was a boom in the distance. Not thunder—something else. A sound that resonated in Percy’s very bones, like a tuning fork vibrating on a divine frequency.
Something Olympian.
Percy’s eyes narrowed. "No. No, no, no…" The cheerful screams of the water park seemed to fade into a dull roar around her. She tensed, her gaze automatically sweeping the sky.
A flash of golden light shot across the sky like a falling star, arcing way too gracefully for any natural disaster. It was definitely heading for Triton's Cove. Moments later, there was a CRASH-SPLASH! —a very theatrical, unnecessarily dramatic splash—in the lazy river, just beyond the cabanas, sending a wave cascading over sunbathers and turning the perfectly chlorinated water into a shimmering gold for a split second.
"What in the...?" Theo yelped, startled, dropping the sunscreen bottle. It rolled under their cabana table. He stared, utterly baffled, at the sudden appearance of a man who looked like he'd just walked off a movie set. Mike and Chloe, now walking back from the snack bar, stopped dead in their tracks, pointing and whispering.
Out of the water rose a golden-tanned man in a loose tank top, board shorts, and ridiculous shutter shades. His tousled blond hair was sun-streaked and impossibly dry, despite the fact he'd just climbed out of a river. His smile was pure trouble, radiating enough self-satisfaction to power a small city.
"Do you know that guy?" Theo frowned, gaping. "He just, like, appeared! Is he a magician or something?"
Percy sighed, pressing the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately." She didn't even need to ask who it was. That kind of entrance was vintage Apollo.
"Who is he?" Theo insisted, looking genuinely bewildered and slightly intimidated by the sheer aura of 'too much' emanating from the blond. Mike and Chloe had migrated closer, equally perplexed.
"Uh… my poetry tutor," she said quickly, trying to sound casual and failing spectacularly. "He’s...very dedicated. And dramatic. And, um, he does street magic on the side. For tips."
The "tutor" strolled over like he was on a beach runway, every step somehow drier than the last. He navigated the crowded pavement with an unnatural grace, his golden eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Percy and, more specifically, on Theo's hand still hovering near her back. His bright smile seemed to crack slightly.
"Persephone Jackson," he announced with all the grandeur of someone trying to be subtle and failing spectacularly. "Imagine running into you here! In a public, mortal-friendly space! What a coincidence." His tone dripped with sarcasm when he said "coincidence."
Percy crossed her arms, a familiar wave of exasperation washing over her. "What are you doing, Lester?"
"Oh, you know," said Apollo, currently glamoured as Lester Papadopoulos 2.0—minus acne, plus abs, and a tan that screamed 'divine intervention.' "Fresh air. Vitamin D. The compelling allure of... local aquatic recreation." He glanced pointedly at Theo, who was still frozen mid-bend, utterly oblivious to the divine venom in Apollo's words. "And an extremely suspicious boy touching your back."
Theo flinched, pulling his hand away as if burned. "I was just putting on sunscreen!" he stammered. He looked between Percy's annoyed expression and Lester's unsettlingly bright smile, completely missing the possessive fury in the latter's eyes.
Lester ignored him, beaming a dazzling, impossibly bright grin that made Percy instinctively squint, still too blinding to be safe without SPF 5000. "And look at you, Percy! Absolutely radiant. Healthy. Rested. Questionable swimsuit choice."
"It’s a bikini, Lester," Percy deadpanned.
"It’s a distraction!" he hissed under his breath, his eyes darting wildly over the other park-goers, as if they were all potential threats to Percy’s virtue. "I mean, it’s...fine. It’s fine. You’re fine. Everything is fine. Except that guy." He jerked his chin at Theo.
Theo, now completely unnerved, leaned forward slightly. "Uh… are you sure you’re just a poetry tutor? You're giving off... serious 'main character' energy." Mike and Chloe nodded vigorously in agreement, looking thoroughly bewildered.
Lester threw on an even more dazzling grin, one that promised either instant enlightenment or immediate incineration. "Oh, I wear many hats, young mortal. Sometimes sunglasses. Occasionally a disguise that prevents my true identity from collapsing your mortal brain like an overripe mango."
Percy shot him a warning look, a clear message: Don't you dare.
He coughed, adjusting his ridiculous shades. "Metaphorically speaking, of course." His eyes, however, still held a dangerous spark of something distinctly unmetaphorical. He just wanted to get Theo away from Percy, and his mortal form was making it difficult to control his godly impulses.
"Okay," Percy said slowly, "why are you actually here, Lester?"
They were in line for Typhon’s Terror Tubes, a towering monstrosity of interwoven pipes. Percy had made the executive decision to insert herself firmly between Theo and the god-in-disguise. Mostly to prevent instant vaporization, or at least a very public scene. Chloe and Mike were a few feet ahead, looking confusedly back at the new addition to their group.
"I told you," Lester said innocently, handing her a mango smoothie he definitely hadn’t paid for. He held it out like it was a gift from the heavens, his shutter shades reflecting the blinding sun. "Sunlight. Leisure. The pursuit of peace. And to ensure no rogue, chlorine-resistant organisms decide to... adhere to you."
"You’re stalking me."
"Semantics."
"Also," she took a sip of the smoothie, paused, and gave him a sharp side-eye, "this is my favorite smoothie combo. Did you stalk my Grubhub order history?"
"I call it ‘thoughtful friendship,’" he said, batting his lashes, completely ignoring the bewildered glances from Chloe and Mike.
Theo, meanwhile, had spent the last five minutes trying to regain momentum after the sudden, golden arrival. He adjusted his too-tight swim trunks. "So, Percy," he said, inching closer again, trying to bridge the Lester-shaped gap, "I was thinking after this ride, we could hit the wave pool. Maybe split some fries?"
Before Percy could respond, Lester casually reached out and poked one of the orange inner tubes for the ride.
It collapsed.
Not dramatically, not enough to hurt anyone. Just a soft thwump as the air hissed out, leaving a sad, deflated rubber pancake. The sudden loss of structural integrity sent three teenage boys waiting for the tube sprawling into a puddle of recycled ride water. An alarm blared, and a voice over the loudspeaker announced the attraction was temporarily shut down for "unexpected maintenance."
"Oh no," Lester said flatly, pulling his hand back as if surprised. "What a shame. Guess we’ll have to move on." He shot Theo a triumphant, fleeting look.
Percy narrowed her eyes, a familiar headache starting to throb behind them. "Did you just smite a water slide?"
"Smite? Me? What an accusation. I’m reformed! This is merely the natural consequence of... inadequate manufacturing, dear Percy." He winked, then leaned in conspiratorially. "Perhaps the tubes were unworthy of the pure joy of the aquatic experience."
Chloe and Mike, who had witnessed the bizarre deflating tube and Lester's uncanny presence next to it, hurried back, looking utterly baffled.
"Dude, what was that?" Mike whispered to Percy, his eyes wide. "Did your tutor just... break the ride with his finger?"
"He's very... expressive," Percy mumbled, already steering the conversation (and the group) away from the now- defunct ride.
The three of them wandered toward the wave pool. Lester, however, somehow managed to intercept every move Theo made—offering Percy a towel before Theo could even open his mouth, steering them toward the sunniest chairs while Theo tried to offer ones in the shade, and conveniently standing in between them anytime Theo tried to get too close. Once, when Theo tried to lean in to tell Percy a joke, Lester suddenly spun around, launching into another one of his infamous, improvised poems.
"Oh, beware, ye simple mortal," Lester intoned dramatically, gesturing wildly at Theo with one of his sun-streaked arms, "of the depths of Neptune's kiss! For a siren's call may lure thee, to a slippery, chlorine-soaked abyss! And sticky, half-eaten popcorn!"
Theo stared, his mouth agape. "Is he, like, a performance artist?" he muttered to Chloe, who just shrugged, trying to hold back giggles.
Percy, however, had had enough of the poetry. She turned to Lester, her expression flat. "Lester, what exactly are you doing? Are you trying to make Theo spontaneously combust with bad metaphors?"
Lester adjusted his shades, trying to look innocent. "I am merely... educating him, dear Percy. For his own good. Some truths, much like the sun's brilliance, must be absorbed carefully, lest they overwhelm the mortal mind." He puffed out his chest.
"You're being weird, even for you," Percy retorted, a small splash of water hitting her face as a wave broke. "You showed up out of nowhere, you're sabotaging water slides, and you're now giving Theo a full-blown existential crisis with your terrible rhyming. Just... calm down."
Theo, desperate for Percy's attention, seized a moment when Chloe and Mike were separated by a large wave. He bobbed closer to Percy, leaning in to whisper a joke he’d been saving. As Percy laughed, a genuine, joyful sound, Theo dared to reach out, intending to briefly take her hand to steady her in the next surge.
Lester's face went utterly blank, a mask of cold, divine fury replacing his usual theatrical expressions. His eyes, behind the shutter shades, flared with a faint, unmistakable golden light. A low, almost imperceptible hum filled the air around him, making the water vibrate slightly, almost forming tiny ripples around his body. The sun above seemed to intensify briefly just on him, casting a harsh, unnatural glow.
The insolence is too great, Apollo's divine mind screamed, overriding his mortal form. A brief, poetic disappearance. We'll emerge in a remote, Theo-free location. My private island in the Aegean. He'll never know what hit him. Zeus would understand. For poetry! For... for Percy's peace! His hands clenched, glowing faintly, as if preparing to teleport. The air around him shimmered.
"Lester?" Percy said, her laughter dying. She turned, sensing the sudden, cold shift in the air around him. "Are you okay? You're kinda... glowing. And you're vibrating. Are you having, like, a heatstroke?"
Theo, startled by Percy's sudden shift in attention, just blinked, still completely oblivious to the near-cataclysm he had almost caused.
Before Lester could respond or complete his divine teleportation, Percy decided he clearly needed a distraction. "Come on, weirdo!" she said, a playful smile returning. She reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him closer, tucking herself right against his side as if he were a giant, strange floatation device. "The next wave's going to be huge! Hold on tight!"
Apollo's entire being froze. His glowing eyes dimmed. The hum around him sputtered and died. His hands unclenched. The thought of teleporting Theo to Antarctica vanished, replaced by a complete, utter brain short-circuit. His divine mind, usually a whirlwind of cosmic brilliance and artistic inspiration, spun to a halt. His mortal body went rigid against Percy's side, warm and pressed against hers in the chlorinated water.
Percy is... touching me, his brain registered, in what felt like slow motion. Percy is holding me close. In a bikini. In my personal space. All jealous rage, all thoughts of divine banishment, evaporated like mist in the morning sun. He was a statue of stunned, blissful confusion.
Theo, seeing Lester suddenly become harmlessly inert, blinked. "Uh... is he okay now?"
Percy leaned in closer to Lester, completely unaware of the inner meltdown she'd caused. "He's fine," she murmured, patting his arm. "Just needs a minute. He's always a little dramatic." She then let out a whoop as a particularly large wave lifted them both, sending them bobbing happily through the water, Lester still rigid at her side, his mind utterly blank save for the overwhelming sensation of Percy Jackson holding him close
As the wave pool session wound down, the group drifted towards the exit. Lester, now recovered from his mental short-circuit but still radiating an almost unnerving aura of calm, remained glued to Percy's side. He didn't actively sabotage Theo anymore, but he did manage to maneuver himself so that Percy was always subtly shielded, her towel already in his hand before Theo could offer, a polite but firm barrier erected between them.
Theo, however, was not about to give up. He saw Lester's sudden placidity as an opening, a chance to finally make his move. He caught up to Percy as they walked toward the concession stands, Chloe and Mike trailing behind, debating the merits of funnel cake versus churros.
"Hey, Percy," Theo began, trying for a smooth, casual lean against a nearby trash can. "Listen, I had a really great time today, despite... you know. Everything. Maybe we could, uh, get together sometime? Just us?"
As he spoke, he completely missed the small, brightly colored Wet Floor sign half-hidden by a discarded inner tube. His foot hit the slick pavement. Theo's eyes went wide. He stumbled, flailing wildly, and with a truly spectacular, cartoonish SMACK, he landed flat on his back in a puddle of muddy, chlorinated water, his brand-new swim trunks now stained beyond recognition. A half-eaten corn dog flew from his hand, arcing gracefully before landing squarely on his forehead.
Silence. Then, Mike burst out laughing. Chloe winced.
"Oh, Theo!" Percy exclaimed, rushing forward, genuinely concerned. "Are you okay? That looked painful!" She reached out a hand to help him, completely missing the barely concealed smug satisfaction on Lester's face.
Lester, meanwhile, stood by Percy's side, a picture of serene composure. He offered Theo a perfectly neutral, almost sympathetic look. "Ah, the cruel irony of gravity," he murmured, his voice a low, melodious purr. "A fickle mistress, indeed. Especially for those prone to... missteps."
Theo, slowly peeling the corn dog off his forehead, stared up at them, utterly defeated. "I... I think I'm gonna go home." He didn't even look at Percy. He just wanted to escape.
Then, from the speakers across the park, a panicked voice echoed: "Uh, attention all guests—the Kraken Coaster has gone rogue. Repeat, the Kraken is mobile. Please evacuate the pirate ship zone."
Lester froze. The serene composure vanished, replaced by genuine alarm.
Percy blinked. "That… shouldn’t happen."
"No," Lester said, already summoning a golden glow behind his sunglasses, his posture straightening instinctively, "it really, really shouldn't."
The animatronic Kraken was not designed to lurch off its coaster tracks and start stomping through the pirate-themed food court.
And yet—there it was.
Foam tentacles flailing. Speakers screeching distorted sea shanties. Popcorn flying everywhere. Mortals were screaming and running in every direction. Chloe and Mike were already being swept away by the panicked crowd.
Percy stared at it from atop a cabana. "Please tell me this is not divine sabotage."
Lester looked very offended, his golden glow intensifying. "I only sabotage boys named Theo and mildly judgmental lifeguards. That thing? Not me. I have standards for my chaos."
"Well, great. Now we have a rogue robot sea monster, a crowd of panicking mortals, and a giant churro mascot getting strangled."
He rolled his shoulders, golden light flickering beneath his skin, making his board shorts seem impossibly bright. "Ready to tag team this?"
Percy grinned, water rising around her fingertips like liquid blades, swirling around her ankles. "Race you."
They moved.
Apollo leapt, summoning the tiniest sliver of divine light he could get away with—just enough to scorch the Kraken’s central control eye, causing it to emit a high-pitched whine. Percy surged forward, summoning a tidal burst from the lazy river. Water curved in midair, snaking around fleeing guests, slamming into the Kraken’s side with a force that rattled the boardwalk.
"Hey, sea sausage!" she shouted, her voice carrying over the din. "Over here!"
The Kraken turned, its speaker eyes glowing red.
Percy jumped—landing on a soggy pirate ship prop and vaulting straight at the mechanical beast’s head. She twisted midair, blasting it with a concentrated jet of high-pressure water. Sparks flew. The Kraken spasmed, its foam tentacles falling limp.
Apollo caught her on the way down, because of course he did, glowing faintly and looking smug.
"You were incredible," he breathed, his voice rich with genuine admiration. "Remind me to never stand between you and a malfunctioning seafood special."
Percy raised a brow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You’re glowing again, Lester."
He coughed, his face flushing faintly despite the golden light. "Right. Allergies. Very potent pollen count today."
Behind them, Theo peeked out from under a table, eyes wide with absolute terror. "W-what the hell just happened?! What are you people?!"
Percy and Apollo exchanged a look.
"…I’ll get the Mist," they said at the same time.
Fifteen minutes later, Theo was happily eating a soft pretzel, convinced the Kraken had been part of a "totally rad immersive show" that was "way ahead of its time." Chloe and Mike, safely reunited, were just happy the "show" was over and were already posting about it on social media.
Percy, now relaxing in the sun, letting the warmth air-dry her hair, narrowed her eyes at Apollo, who was absolutely sneaking glances at her legs.
"Okay," she said, cutting right to it. "Confess. Why were you being weird today?"
"Weird?" he said, very badly. He looked genuinely surprised. "I’m always weird. It’s part of my charm. A defining characteristic, one might say."
"You smote a waterslide."
He sighed dramatically, running a hand through his perpetually dry blond hair. "Fine. Truth?"
He stepped closer, brushing a stray strand of damp hair off her face with a gentle touch that was surprisingly un-Apollo-like. "It’s hard, sometimes. Being around you. You’re strong, brave, brilliant. You saved me, more times than I can count. And then you wear that bikini and my godly brain turns into a sun-toasted pancake. I came here to make sure you were safe, but mostly? I was jealous of some mortal who got to stand near you. The urge to... relocate him was almost unbearable."
Percy stared at him, a myriad of emotions crossing her face—surprise, exasperation, and a tiny hint of amusement.
Then, with the calm authority of a daughter of Poseidon, she summoned a bucket of cold river water from behind a nearby cabana and dumped it directly on his head.
Apollo sputtered, shaking his head, water dripping from his perfectly dry hair. "Okay. Fair."
"You deserved that," Percy said, unable to keep the grin off her face.
"But… do I get points for honesty?"
She smirked. "Maybe. If you stop melting rides next time I wear a swimsuit. And no more brain-frying mortals."
He beamed, his ridiculous shutter shades now glinting with a mischievous light. "Deal. So…next Saturday? Same time?"
She laughed—actually laughed, a bright, clear sound that always made his reformed heart skip a beat. "Only if you let me drive the sun chariot this time.
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Omg, I loved It!!!!!!!!
The prize for the biggest balls of steel goes to Theo, bro had a god hating on him the entire day and even so he didn't lose the chance to try and ask Percy out.
I loved how Apollo was just so—himself? I don't know how to explain, but he was such a diva! And I also loved how much of a simp he is for Percy, really, this man was so fun
Then there's Percy, I love how you wrote her, like, we get some hints here and there she's not as bothered by Apollo being...Apollo as she wants to pretend to, but she's still completely unamused with his antics.
Really dude, thank you for writting this!!!
No thank yall for the tumbler post. It was so much fun to write
Neither Lester nor Apollo have seen Percy in a bikini. In person. They would lose their minds if they ever did. Lester wuld prolly have heart palpitations the poor dear. Apollo may throw the whole "date her" planout the window all together and kidnap her.
Lester would genuinely lose any coherent thoughts he could have had for the rest of the week
And Apollo... well, let's just say that some cities would get burned to the ground 😔
I couldn't not write this.... calls post inspired me just a little one shot. Hope you enjoy.
The Day at Triton's Cove