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All righty highty ho! As promised, I have managed to work out a posting schedule starting today and going aaaaaaaalllll the way to July 7th, so check it out, if you're interested!
4/11/26 - Valgrace Parents oneshot
4/25/26 - The Migratory Patterns of Flightless Birds Ch 6
5/2/26 - One-shot involving Valgrace fanchild
5/9/26 - The Migratory Patterns of Flightless Birds Ch 7 (Epilouge)
5/16/26 - Strings of Fate. Weekly updates to follow until 6/20
And of course, I'll be partaking in @flashfictionfridayofficial every week, and I'll also keep posting my stupid random ficlets when the mood strikes, and if anyone has any ideas they'd like to see, my ask box is always open! No PROMISES that I'll write it and definitely no promises on speed, but I do take up less water and electricity than any generative AI website (? App? Idk where you find AI other than the Google Gemini that desperately wants to write my fics for me.)
So, yeah! That's my plan for the next couple months! Should be fun! See you all very soon! Toodles, poodles!
In case anyone was curious, The Strings of Fate is OFFICIALLY out of the drafting stage!!! I still need to do some edits of the last chapters and post, of course, but I'm done writing it! How exciting!
In case anyone was curious, The Strings of Fate is OFFICIALLY out of the drafting stage!!! I still need to do some edits of the last chapters and post, of course, but I'm done writing it! How exciting!
Hello everyone! Happy Pride!! Coincidentally, June 1st is also the anniversary of my Fanfiction.net account, so I thought I'd have a little bit of fun and post my VERY first ever Valgrace fic! I actually started writing this before I finished rereading The Lost Hero back in 2023, so there's a lot of character writing that I have learned to do VERY differently, and some of the lore facts are just completely wrong. Case in point, this is supposed to take place after BoO, but Leo is notably unexploded because I completely forgot about his thing with Calypso and thus forgot that he killed himself. Wild.
So, here is a Blast From The Past: At the Water's Edge
Jason took a deep breath and screwed his eyes shut.
“I like you.”
Leo was silent for a thudding heartbeat too long, so Jason peeked open one eye. Leo was just staring at him patiently, like he was waiting for something else. Jason scowled at him and Leo's eyes bugged. “Wait, that's it? That was your big act of selfishness? Telling me you like me?” He fell backwards, his whole frame shaking with laughter. “I'm your best friend, dude. I sure hope you like me.”
“I don't mean like that.”
Leo froze and his cheeks got dark. “Are you saying you like-like me?”
***
Jason and Leo have a long overdue conversation
Jason wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting on the dock staring out over the New York Sound. Long enough for his back to start cramping from his stiff posture. Long enough for his vision to go a little blurry around the edges from not blinking. Long enough for Leo to find him and sit in unusual silence at his side. Long enough for Leo to get bored of said silence.
“So, are you gonna, like, tell me what’s up with you, or are we just gonna brood in super manly silence forever?”
Jason blinked, ignoring how uncomfortably dry and sticky his eyes had gotten and looked at Leo. “Huh?”
“You’ve obviously got something on your mind,” Leo shrugged. “I thought I’d give you a chance to break the ice first, but since that’s obviously not happening, I figured I’d get a timeline.”
Jason snorted and looked back out over the water. Leo was right, there was something on his mind. Something that had to do entirely with the boy sitting right next to him.
*
“Can I—” Jason cut himself off with a slight choking sound. He bit his lips, refusing to look Leo in the eye. “Can I do something selfish?”
Leo cocked his head and studied Jason from a different angle. “Jason, you're probably the most selfless person I've ever met. It's one of the things I'll admit I admire about you.” Jason felt his lungs collapse in disappointment. That wasn't a no, exactly, but to be told that his selflessness was a thing to be admired meant that to let go of it was a thing to be scorned.
As if reading Jason's mind Leo held up a hand. “But I think it may not be good for you. You get so caught up in your responsibility to everyone around you that you never take time to take care of yourself, which sucks. So, yeah. If you wanna be selfish around me for the first time in your life, I say go for it. I'd be honored to be your selfishness wingman for the night, dude.”
A smile played at the corner of Jason's lips. Still, he hesitated. “I'm worried that it's gonna hurt you.”
“As if you could,” Leo laughed brightly. When Jason just scowled to show he was serious, Leo shrugged. “Look, man, there have been exactly two people in my life who I've trusted to not hurt me. The first one was my mom.”
“Who was the second one?”
Leo laughed again, but when Jason just kept looking expectant, he froze in shock. “Holy Hephaestus, you're actually asking me that. For real, not clickbait.” He dragged a frustrated hand down his face. “The other one is you, idiot. I'm pretty sure you'd rather tango with a Telchine than optionally do something bad to me.”
Jason gaped at him. Leo’s trust was a hard-won prize, always had been. To hear Leo toss it out so casually like his trust in Jason was as intrinsic to the world as thunder following lightning? To be compared to the saintliness of Esperanza Valdez? That rocked Jason to the core. When he spoke his voice was tinier than any Roman soldier's should ever be. “Do you really think that?”
Leo cocked his head to the side and blinked at him. “Am I wrong?” he asked, then laughed at Jason's desperate, gasped out, emphatic no. “Then, yeah, I think that.”
“Thank you,” Jason said, and he wasn't gasping this time but it was no less desperate or emphatic.
“What? Thank you for not thinking you’d kill me given the opportunity?” Leo scoffed. He wrinkled his nose over a grin. “You're a weird dude, Jason Grace.”
Jason just shook his head. Leo would never understand or appreciate the gift that was his own trust. The thought made Jason a little sick, but he pushed it aside. “Thank you for believing in me.”
“You're making this way too deep, man,” Leo said, waving his hands through the air like he could bat the words out of the sky. Jason's chest filled with warm affection at the sight, and part of him wanted to still Leo's hands with his own, but he refrained so that he could watch them flutter around like little mechanical birds. “I'm pretty sure we were talking about you unlearning years of boot camp by being selfish for the first time in your life.”
Oh. Right.
Jason took a deep breath and screwed his eyes shut.
“I like you.”
Leo was silent for a thudding heartbeat too long, so Jason peeked open one eye. Leo was just staring at him patiently, like he was waiting for something else. Jason scowled at him and Leo's eyes bugged. “Wait, that's it? That was your big act of selfishness? Telling me you like me?” He fell backwards, his whole frame shaking with laughter. “I'm your best friend, dude. I sure hope you like me.”
“I don't mean like that.”
Leo froze and his cheeks got dark. “Are you saying you like-like me?”
Jason's brows knit together and he tilted his head to the side in the way that always made Piper coo and Leo giggle at him. He hated that phrase. Like-like. It didn't mean anything. It was just repeating some senseless little word like a bird with one trick. “I— I don't— Ugh!” He growled and scrubbed his nails through the short hair on the sides of his head. “I don't know!”
“Hey, hey, it's alright. Just chill out, Superman,” Leo soothed, even as his voice pitched sharply with his own distress. Still, he grabbed Jason's wrists and held his gaze steadily, so Jason took a deep breath. “Look, man, figuring out feelings and stuff is hard for people who didn't grow up with the most emotionally stunting childhood imaginable. We'll work it out. Wildcats style.”
Jason managed a tiny grin and cocked an eyebrow at him. “I still don't really get what that means.”
Leo muttered some suspiciously Catholic-sounding curses under his breath (Jason only knew because he caught a few Latin words here and there) and glared at him. “I've shown you High School Musical more than enough times for you to know what I'm talking about.” Jason couldn't help but smirk at the agitated look Leo was giving him, and Leo sighed dramatically and released him. “Alright. So. You like me. But not in a friend way?”
“Of course I like you as a friend,” Jason frowned.
“Okay, but do you like me as something more than a friend?” Leo cut himself off before Jason could dispute the wording. “Okay, maybe not more, just friendship… plus something else.”
Jason stared at his hands where Leo had left them in his lap. “I don't know. Maybe?” He shook his head and said more decisively, “No, there's definitely something else there, but I don't know what it is.”
“Hey, it's no biggie. That's what you have me here for,” Leo shrugged. “I'm, like, the second smartest person you know other than Annabeth.”
Jason's frown deepened. “Annabeth isn't smarter than you.”
“Dude, her mom is the wisdom goddess,” Leo scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard it looked like it hurt. “Being smart is, like, her whole deal. The whole cabin is probably smarter than everyone else in Camp.”
“They're not smarter than you,” Jason argued stubbornly. “They're good at plans and strategies and stuff, but you're just as smart or smarter than all of them, including Annabeth.”
Leo gave him a sharp, mischievous little grin. “Better be careful who you say that around. Pretty sure Percy would not take kindly to you insinuating that Annabeth isn't the best at literally everything.”
Jason growled out a derisive noise from the back of his throat. “I can take Percy Jackson.”
“Sure you can, Superman, but can you take Annabeth right after? She's got a pretty sensitive ego. I doubt she'd appreciate your assessment, either.”
Jason scowled. “If she wants to say that you're dumber than she is, she should be the one worried about taking me on.”
Leo comically swooned and draped himself across Jason's lap, but Jason could still tell that he was a little flustered by the declaration. “You're willing to fight Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase to defend my honor. You're definitely in love with me.”
Jason perked up at the idea. “Okay.”
“‘Okay?’” Leo spluttered. “I just accused you of being in love with me and your response is ‘okay?’ Dude, what the hell?”
“You said you were going to help me figure it out!”
“I was just joking about you being in love with me, though.”
“What? Am I not allowed to be in love with you?”
Leo gave him a sour look. “That is not what I said and you know it.” Jason blinked at him and gave his best Sorry, I was literally raised by wolves, so you have to hold my hand through this look, and was more than a little pleased when he could see Leo immediately fold like a house of cards. Leo gave his own look that said I know what you're doing, and you can't keep getting away with it but that was fine because he was getting away with it now and that's all that mattered. “Obviously you're allowed to be in love with whoever you want. I just doubt you're in love with me. You weren't supposed to just accept that as your final answer and go on about your merry way.”
“Why do you think it's so unlikely for me to be in love with you?”
Leo gave him a wry smile that Jason didn't really like all that much. “Just trust me, dude. You're not in love with me.” He shook his head. “Okay, so let's try and connect some dots. Who was your best friend at Camp Jupiter? Before you met me and Piper.”
“Reyna,” Jason said without a moment's hesitation.
“Okay, do you feel the same way about me that you did and or do about Reyna?”
Jason physically recoiled at the idea. “Absolutely not.”
“See? That's why I say you're not in love with me,” Leo laughed. “If you were in love with me you wouldn't be horrified of putting me in the same category as the girl you used to have a crush on.”
“Why does everyone seem to think I had a crush on Reyna?” Jason grouched. “She was my friend. That's it. I know she apparently had a crush on me, but I didn't like her like that.”
“Wait, really?” Leo asked, blinking in obvious shock. “Well, who have you had a crush on?”
“Uh, Piper, I guess? I mean I dated her.”
Leo nodded like a sage buddha bobble head figure. “Okay, and do you feel the same about me and Piper?”
“Not… exactly,” Jason said hesitantly. “Like, it's got some of the same feelings, but it's different at the same time.”
Leo kept nodding. “That makes sense, seeing as we were both your Tía Callida assigned besties.”
Jason snorted. “You're still calling Lady Juno Tía Callida?”
“If she didn't want to be called Tía Callida, she shouldn't keep showing up in my dreams as Tía Callida.”
“Wait a minute,” Jason gawked. “Are you saying Lady Juno is regularly visiting you in your dreams as your psychotic babysitter? Why didn't you say anything?”
“Because they're boring dreams ” Leo pretended to yawn. “I'm just minding my own business and then BOOM! I'm walking through some park or another, escorting Tía around while she grills me about what I'm doing at Camp. I'm half convinced that she's going to call up Chiron and demand he start sending her progress reports for her to sign.” Before Jason could voice his confusion, Leo added, “Progress reports are things in mortal schools where the teacher prints out grades for your recent assignments. You're supposed to get them signed by your parents to prove that you showed them your grade. I'm guessing Camp Jupiter didn't have anything like that. Wait, did you even go to school?”
“There's lots of kids in New Rome, so there's definitely a school, but we didn't have anything like that. Most of the kids are ADHD or dyslexic, so we didn't really have grades like mortal schools,” Jason explained. “Besides, I didn't have any parents so I was the Fifth Cohort's responsibility. If I was struggling with something, my teacher just told the centurions and they had to help me. Let me tell you, a dyslexic, ADHD fifteen-year-old trying to teach Hooked on Phonics to a dyslexic, ADHD six-year-old who can barely speak English is not a pretty sight.”
That wasn't exactly a fair thing to say about poor Martyn who Jason distinctly remembered trying his best, but the comment made Leo howl with laughter, so Jason figured it was worth the slight besmirching of his old centurion’s name.
Leo eventually caught his breath again, and he looked at Jason with his eyes still sparkling. “Even with that, I bet you still managed to be ‘a pleasure to have in class.’”
“Definitely not for the first couple years. Pretty sure I was actually a nightmare,” Jason shrugged. When Leo cocked a brow, Jason smirked. “Raised by wolves, who tended to solve everything by biting it really hard. Plus, I didn't really understand the whole concept of ‘no’ for like six months after I got there.”
Leo once again broke out into his maniacal giggling, this time slumping into Jason's side. Jason felt his heart kick up a notch, and he let his free arm wrap around Leo and drift up to play with some of the curls on the back of his neck. Leo didn't seem to mind, and just let his weight sink more heavily on Jason, frame trembling with the force of his laughter. Jason didn't mind, either, and just let his heart thump happily in his chest right beneath Leo's cheek.
Too soon for Jason's liking, Leo sucked in a deep breath and sat up on his own. He slapped his cheeks a couple times and gave Jason a serious look. “Okay. We're on a mission. No more getting distracted.”
“Are you sure?” Jason asked unhelpfully, making sure that the whine in his voice wasn't audible. He was pretty sure Leo still heard it, though. “I'm pretty okay with us just getting distracted.”
“Nope!” Leo chirped. “We're going to fix this before we stand up, got it?”
Jason was tempted to stand up right then, just to see what Leo could or would do about it, but he refrained. “You know I'm not a machine, right? You can’t just hit me with a wrench a few times until I start working.”
Leo didn’t look particularly thrilled at the reminder. “Look, man, just focus, alright? We can figure it out.”
Jason rolled his eyes and sighed. “We really don’t have to, you know?”
“No, but we’re going to,” Leo said with a determined tilt to his chin. “You can’t just wander around with this eating you up inside without at least being able to give it a name.” Jason thought to himself that he’d been perfectly happy with the assessment that he was just in love with his best friend, but he kept that thought quiet. Leo pressed forward. “Okay, so what about your other friends? What about Percy? Assuming you’re not gearing up to kick his ass.”
“He’s like…” Jason paused, considering. “He’s like a cousin I get sent to summer camp with.”
“Dude, he is a cousin you get sent to summer camp with. So is Nico and all of the Demeter cabin. Woah, dude. I’m like your step-nephew.”
Jason rolled his eyes and shoved Leo’s face away. “I mean he’s definitely a friend, and I like hanging out with him when we’re in the same place, but I’m not really seeking him out just to hang out, you know?”
“Hmm, yeah, I get that,” Leo said, tapping his chin. “Nico, too?”
Jason shook his head. “No, I like Nico. He’s cool.”
“So, Percy’s not cool?” Jason glared, but Leo just gave him a blissfully innocent smile. “Frank? Hazel?”
“They’re my friends, dude. I don’t know what you want from me,” Jason groaned. That wasn’t exactly true. Jason knew exactly what Leo was after, and that was an answer. He couldn’t stand for a puzzle to be left unsolved, and Jason had gift wrapped a major brain teaser for him.
“Okay, let’s focus back on Piper, then,” Leo decided. “You said that was similar, right? Well, what’s different?”
“Well,” Jason said slowly, “when I was dating Piper, I just, I don’t know, wanted to show her off? I guess? But not in a weird way. I just thought she was really cool and I was glad to be dating her and I wanted to show everyone how cool she was. I still feel that way, kind of, but not as much.” Leo hummed to himself, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Jason was on a roll. “With you, it’s like the exact opposite. I mean, I think you’re just as amazing as Piper, but I don’t want to show you off. I want to just… put you on a shelf where only I can see you. I don’t want to have to share you with anyone ever. I get frustrated when you pay attention to anyone who isn’t me, you know? I want to be the only one who gets to talk to you.”
Silence fell over them again, and Jason looked at Leo to see him flushed bright red and gaping at him. When he spoke, his voice was little more than a squeak. “Dude.”
Jason ducked his head and felt shame crawling up the back of his neck. “I told you it was selfish. Sorry.”
Leo stayed quiet, and Jason was getting ready to flee (maybe he’d call Tempest and let him dissolve when they were halfway over the Atlantic or something) when Leo’s hand grabbed his own. He looked up again to see Leo smiling at him. His smile was tiny and his cheeks were still vermillion, but he didn’t look upset. “Like I keep telling you: it’s cool. That was just a little more intense than I was expecting, is all.”
Jason let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and gave Leo a smile. “Okay, so what’s your analysis, Doctor Feelings Mechanic?”
Leo barked out a little laugh. “I dunno, man, but whatever it is is a lot. We’re probably gonna have to tag Pipes in on this one. Even a love expert such as myself needs to know when to tap out.”
Jason groaned good-naturedly at the idea of having to explain all this again to Piper, but his chest felt a bit lighter. Maybe Leo was on to something after all when he said that naming his feelings would help. He hauled himself to his feet and offered a hand to help Leo up. “Well, come on then, mister love expert. I’m not interrupting Piper’s afternoon nap without some kind of backup.”
Leo grinned at him and took the offered hand, but instead of letting go like Jason thought he would, Leo laced their fingers together. Jason’s heart fluttered in his chest and he beamed down at their hands, and then at Leo who just tugged him along and he let himself follow.
OKAY! What certified Nico stans who have also read Strings of Fate would like to weigh in on the very last Nico section of the fic? Any and all interested parties, please DM me!
Aaaaaalrighty everyone! It's Strings of Fate time again! Now, you might be sitting there, thinking to yourself "Wait a minute. Juno, you still haven't posted chapters 19 or 20 to Tumblr. Shouldn't you do that?" The answer to that is yes! (◠ω◠✿) But I haven't, so here we are. One BIG change in this chapter is that I FINALLY got a beta reader! Everyone put your hands together for @demigod-shenanigans! They ACTUALLY started working on it last chapter, but I have the attention span of a sparrow and forgor. (´･ω･`✿)
Without further ado, I would like to present to you all The Strings of Fate Chapter 21: LEO Holds It Together
Oh, I had forgotten how good a helpless demigod’s terror smelled, Tartarus said, his voice hissing through teeth that weren’t exactly there, but weren’t not there either. No creature of the darkness trembles quite so nicely. I will take great pleasure in this.
Leo wanted to argue, to tell Tartarus that they weren’t even a little afraid of him and he could shove his pleasure up his non-corporeal ass, but that was a damn lie. He was scared, he’d never been more scared in his life, not even when Nyx had shown up, because at least Nyx made it clear that she had better things to do than torment demigods. Leo somewhat hysterically wondered if maybe getting Tartarus a hobby to occupy his time would help the situation. Maybe a nice, relaxing session of diamond painting to the tune of beach waves would chill the Pit of Damnation out a little bit. Somehow, he doubted it.
Then his vision was completely filled with silver light as Bob stepped up, brandishing his broom at nothing. “Begone! Your presence is not welcome here!”
Leo didn’t want to die at Tartarus’s hands. That was maybe a bit rude of him, considering it was apparently a huge honor, but at this point in his life, Leo didn’t feel the urge to bear the weight of any more “honors.” No, he wanted to live out the rest of his days quite dishonorably. He wanted to stay up late watching sitcoms that should have been canceled a decade ago because they weren't even funny anymore, he wanted to eat junk food he couldn’t even be bothered to make himself, and he wanted to ignore every problem that knocked on his front door.
That, unfortunately, wasn’t an option, because Tartarus himself was bearing down on them.
Just like Nyx, Tartarus wasn’t exactly all there, but Leo suddenly understood why Damasen had compared him to a boot hovering over an ant. Tartarus was a sort of gravitational force made of pure, unmitigated awfulness that permeated every breath and pressed down on the whole world. Leo could understand how it had completely crippled Piper if even he could feel the negative emotions radiating off of the guy. Leo was on his knees, gasping under the weight of it all, but Piper had curled in on herself, gripping at the sides of her head and making little wounded sounds into the dirt.
For a moment, Leo panicked. They couldn’t fight Tartarus, no way in hell, and Piper wasn’t in any condition to try and Charmspeak him, which meant that it was supposed to be Leo’s time to shine. It was his job to be the one who thought his way out of impossible situations. Be quick and be clever, Tía Callida had always said. Right now, with his eyes going in and out of focus in a pathetic attempt to comprehend Tartarus while he drooled on his Drakon-leather tunic, he didn’t exactly feel very quick or clever. He wanted to run, to hide, to at least run his mouth and make sure his last breath was delivering a punchline, but he couldn’t. He was petrified, frozen in place until Tartarus decided to vaporize him like he had Hyperion and Krios.
Oh, I had forgotten how good a helpless demigod’s terror smelled, Tartarus said, his voice hissing through teeth that weren’t exactly there, but weren’t not there either. No creature of the darkness trembles quite so nicely. I will take great pleasure in this.
Leo wanted to argue, to tell Tartarus that they weren’t even a little afraid of him and he could shove his pleasure up his non-corporeal ass, but that was a damn lie. He was scared, he’d never been more scared in his life, not even when Nyx had shown up, because at least Nyx made it clear that she had better things to do than torment demigods. Leo somewhat hysterically wondered if maybe getting Tartarus a hobby to occupy his time would help the situation. Maybe a nice, relaxing session of diamond painting to the tune of beach waves would chill the Pit of Damnation out a little bit. Somehow, he doubted it.
Then his vision was completely filled with silver light as Bob stepped up, brandishing his broom at nothing. “Begone! Your presence is not welcome here!”
My presence? Tartarus echoed, sounding almost incredulous. Puny little Iapetus, you are in my realm. I am the lord of all creatures of the darkness, and I will do as I please. You will do as I please. Kneel, pitiful Titan.
Before Bob could do anything, the world let out a horrible howling sound that seemed to resonate from every empty space. Leo let out a sharp cry of pain and clutched his ears, but Bob only stumbled before righting himself with a defiant jut to his chin. He stabbed his spear into the ground, which Leo figured was more symbolic than an actual attempt to harm, even if the ground was literally Tartarus. “I repeat myself! Begone!”
Why do you not kneel? How do you resist? Tartarus hissed. You should vaporize under my thumb like your brothers.
“I am not my brothers, and I am not a creature of darkness for you to command. I am Bob.”
Bob? What is a Bob?
Before Bob could answer, his coveralls bulged like that scene in Alien before Small Bob leapt forth with a tiny, ferocious kitten snarl. However, as he fell to the ground, he grew exponentially until he was a massive saber-toothed tiger. His skin flickered, showing his true skeletal form for another moment before he lowered himself into a hunting crouch with another, far more intimidating tiger snarl. Big Bob gripped his spear. “This is Small Bob.”
Leo got the feeling that Bob’s answer hadn’t exactly explained anything for this terrifying primordial being, but Much-Less-Small Bob’s ears flicked back for a moment before he launched himself at what looked like absolutely nothing to Leo. Bob, however, must have seen the target, too, because he charged forward with a war cry and thrust his spear like he was stabbing something. Much to Leo’s shock, a massive blob of blindingly golden ichor beaded up around the broom handle.
Tartarus screamed in what was either pain or outrage or both and both Bobs were flung backwards. You will die first! he roared. You dare raise your hand to me? You will suffer in agony for all eternity!
Bob forced himself to his feet and Small Bob was immediately at his side, saber teeth still dripping with primordial blood. Bob held out his hand, then flexed his fingers and the broom-spear unlodged itself from where it was stabbing Tartarus and shot back into his grasp. Bob grinned, looking almost feral with pleasure, and Leo suddenly understood how he’d gotten saddled with “The Piercer” as his go-to nickname for family events.
“You speak of killing me, but you have yet to even face me properly!” Bob challenged. “Tell me, are you too cowardly to manifest in your own realm?”
The very air vibrated with pure rage, and Leo felt the floor fall out of his stomach. He couldn’t help but think that maybe Bob had been a little too confident, asking for a face down with Tartarus. He knew that demigods like him and Piper had no hope against someone like Tartarus, but he doubted Titans were all that well-equipped for it either. He lifted a shaky hand and clutched at Bob’s coveralls. “Bob…”
Bob didn’t take his eyes off his target, but he did gently place his big hand on Leo’s head like he was soothing a toddler. “Friend Leo, you and Friend Piper take the Doors to the surface. I will deal with Tartarus.”
A loud, booming laugh echoed across the field, devoid of any amusement. Deal with me? Tartarus mocked. You speak as if you hold any power over me. You are nothing but a measly little Titan, a product of my beloved’s failed attempts. If you wish to face me, then it will be my pleasure to remind you of your place, Bob.
As he said the last word, the world shifted. Tartarus rose from the ground, rocks and dirt sucking together to create the constantly-shifting flesh of a warrior so massive that he made every Giant and Titan Leo had ever seen look like PeeWee soccer players. He wore an armored skirt made of blackened bones, and his breastplate was a murky black with tortured expressions coming in and out of focus. Leo got the sudden, awful feeling that if he were to look closely, he’d see Hyperion and Krios looking back at him.
But worse than that, worse than anything imaginable, was Tartarus’s face, Or, rather, the lack thereof. He wore a helm of twisted black metal, the same as his breastplate, but where his face should have been, there was just a void. A swirling vortex of darkness that sucked light into its depths. Leo shuddered with a sudden cold and realized that his own life force, along with Piper and Bob's, was being visibly sucked in, too. It wouldn’t matter if Tartarus decided to fight, he could dissolve them into nothing just by existing.
Well, arrogant little Titan, you asked to face me, Tartarus said, and his voice still came from everywhere, but loudest from his new physical form. Witness now a fraction of my power manifest. It is more than enough to handle a gnat like you. As for your little mortal pets…
Tartarus lifted a hand, and suddenly the monster army, which had been oddly silent since his arrival, came to life. DESTROY THEM!
Fortunately, either the threat of imminent destruction or Tartarus narrowing himself down to one semi-manageable spot was enough to let Leo drag Piper back to her feet. She had her scary new Drakon bone sword in her hand and stood to face the charging monster army. She was still slightly wobbly, so Leo’s hands hovered. “Beauty Queen, you good?”
“I’m fine,” she said firmly, and Leo couldn’t help but wonder if she was telling him or the Fates themselves. A pair of demon bat ladies swooped towards them, but Piper vaporized them into glitter with one wide slash of her sword. When she spoke next, her voice was sickly sweet, but resonated with loud, undeniable authority that her Charmspeak didn’t use to have. “Turn around! Your ticket group hasn’t been called! You were told to wait your turn!” That slowed most of the monsters down and even had some retreating, at least temporarily, so she turned to him. “Get the Doors!”
Leo offered her a very sloppy salute before he scrambled to the chain closest to him. He started sawing away at it with his hacksaw, but that just seemed to make the chain thicker with every pass. He gritted his teeth and sawed even harder before he suddenly remembered Hazel and Frank telling him about freeing Thanatos in Alaska, and how they’d used Frank’s magic firewood. He grabbed the chain in his bare hands and superheated it in an instant before yanking it apart. “Yes! Point for Team Leo!”
“Get the other side before your touchdown dance!” Piper ordered. She was still wildly swinging her sword around in defense. It was clear that she had very little clue what she was doing (she was better than him because she at least went to sword classes, but she’d focused on her knifing skills), but Drakon bone was apparently very sharp and flailing about was good enough when paired with Charmspeak ordering her opponents to stand still and let her slash them.
Beyond the little bubble she’d managed to secure around them, Leo could see Bob and Small Bob were going head-to-head with Tartarus. Team Bob was actually holding their own, using their significantly smaller size to their advantage, rushing in and attacking, then retreating before Tartarus could retaliate. It probably wasn’t doing much damage-wise, but it was keeping them from being pulverized as Tartarus lunged and swiped at them, missing with every swing. He was obviously still getting his sea legs, and Leo was worried that was the only thing keeping his friends alive.
Leo shook the thought from his head, unwilling to play that what-if game at the moment, then rushed around to the other side. He yanked those chains apart, and almost instantly the Doors shuddered, then opened with that absurdly pleasant ding! Leo quickly stuck his foot in the way like he would at a hotel. “Show’s over, Pipes! Time to go!”
Piper stumbled over to him, wincing but looking no worse for wear. “An arai gave me a pain curse. Bad back, I think,” she said before he could ask. She gestured at the Doors. “Get inside. I’ll hold the button for you.”
Leo’s jaw dropped in pure shock before fury bubbled up in his chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he hissed venomously. “Duck.”
She did as he said and he lobbed a fireball at a gryphon, which exploded in a cloud of feathers and monster dust. “Someone has to stay behind and hold the button, Leo,” she said, and she had the audacity to sound like she was being reasonable.
“Well, it’s not going to be you,” Leo snapped back. “You heard those old ladies. We’re stuck together forever. You and me, remember?”
“Me and you,” she echoed automatically before she grit her teeth. She glared at him and forced as much Charmspeak into her voice as she could. Leo could see the pink mist at her lips. “Leo, I need you to get on this elevator, please.”
Leo bared his teeth in a grin right back at her. “That little trick didn’t keep me from following you down here, it sure as hell won’t get me to leave you behind now.” He looked over her shoulder at the monsters closing in and frowned slightly. “Hold that thought.”
He sucked in a deep breath and reached out for the Phlegethon, trying to channel that specific fire into his chest. Then he released a sharp huff of air, and the area around them went up in white-hot magical flames, incinerating some empousa who had gotten a little too close. That managed to get the army to stop and reconsider, at least, but Leo knew it wouldn’t be long before they got their wits about them and realized that the fire wouldn’t stay if someone managed to squash the fire boy.
Piper didn’t even flinch at the flames, even though everyone else on the planet would have at least had mixed feelings about finding themselves in the middle of an inferno. She was too focused on trying to kill herself to care about that, apparently. “Leo, you have to go. We can’t both stay.”
“Alright, fine, you can go and I’ll stay behind,” he said with false chipperness. Her face twisted and he let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, not so fun when the shoe’s on the other foot, now is it?”
“Alright, fine,” she snapped. “What’s your brilliant idea?”
Leo wished he had one. The simplicity of the situation was cruel, in a way. The answer was right there. The Doors of Death were open and waiting, and there were two of them. The mechanic part of Leo’s brain had no problem with the math of it, but the human part of Leo was jamming up the system. The human part of him couldn’t look into the eyes of this girl – this girl who had been the first person who loved him since he was eight years old, who had been the first person he’d let himself love – and know that his choice would mean they’d never see each other again. They were stuck because a perfectly balanced equation wouldn’t compute, and if they didn’t make a decision soon, the monsters would close in and make it for them.
Leo frantically looked over to the Bobs Vs Tartarus showdown, hoping for a miracle, but what he saw made him sick to his stomach. Tartarus had obviously gotten the hang of his new gear, and the Bobs were beginning to wear down. Bob’s attacks were getting slower, and when Small Bob lunged at Tartarus, the primordial smacked him sideways so hard he shrank back into kitten form. Bob let out a bellowing war cry and charged, but Tartarus just laughed and kicked him down the hill, yanking his spear away as he fell.
YIELD!
“Never,” Bob spat, slowly forcing himself to a kneeling position. “I do not answer to the likes of you.”
Very well, I will give you the honor of dying in defeat, Tartarus spat. You Titans were never worth the dirt Gaea sacrificed to pull you from. The Giants, my children, were always the ones destined to reign supreme. I will give them one less obstacle.
To prove his point, Tartarus snapped the spear like a toothpick, and Bob wailed in agony and doubled over. Small Bob, still in kitten form but slowly growing, leapt onto his back and hissed, swiping at the primordial in defense of his friend, but Tartarus just laughed.
“Leo, he’s going to kill Bob,” Piper said, her voice thin and eyes wide. “I’ve got to–”
“You’ve got to stay right here,” Leo snarled, yanking her back. “What good do you think you’re gonna do, huh? That’s Tartarus, Piper! Way, way out of our league!”
Piper’s eyes were bright with tears and determination both. “I can’t just stand here and watch him die, Leo.”
Leo had an argument bubbling on the back of his tongue when the world suddenly clicked into place, and the equation spat out a new answer. Two going up was impossible and one was unacceptable. But there was another option. Leo sucked in a deep, shaking breath.
“You and me,” he said softly. This was it. If he took his foot away from holding the Doors open, they’d vanish. He and Piper would be stranded in Tartarus forever, and they’d die. But at least they’d be together.
Piper’s eyes widened as she examined his face before she nodded sharply, grief and understanding clear on her face. “Me and you.”
Leo was about to pull his foot away when his desperate prayer for a miracle earlier decided to finally answer itself. There was a ripple through the army, followed by a lot of panicked screaming. There was the loud, rhythmic boom, boom, boom of massive feet running across the ground, followed by a loud, terrifying cry that Leo would have never guessed he’d be happy to hear.
There was a massive blast of bright green acid, dissolving everything in its path, and through the destruction came the Maeonian Drakon, frilled collar spread like something from Jurassic Park and poisonous gas billowing from its wide open jaws. Sitting astride it like someone who had heard a fairytale about a prince riding in to save the day and a dragon, then got very confused, was a Giant with green skin and a massive beard woven with flowers.
“Damasen!” Piper cried.
The Giant smiled kindly at them, which was odd because he was fully decked out in red leather armor and wielding a massive Drakon bone lance, but Leo was willing to take any friendly face he could get at this point. “Piper McLean, I believe it is time for me to choose a new fate.”
Tartarus was a lot less happy to see his least favorite son. You, he hissed. Why now have you found your courage to show your face? Have you not disgraced yourself enough for eternity?
Damasen gave Leo and Piper a look that clearly said Get a load of this guy, before he yanked on the Drakon’s lead and whirled around in place. “Why, father, I came because you called! You spoke of your brood in such kind terms that I had to answer. You want a challenge, yes? Perhaps you would like to see if your pride was misplaced.”
Pathetic Damasen, Tartarus spat venomously. You have been a failure, a blight on my honor since you were sired. A peaceful Giant believes he will overthrow his father. How quaint.
“I am peaceful,” Damasen agreed. “But I have learned that peace is not merely the absence of strife, it is something that must be protected, with force if need be. Allow me to prove my point with your destruction.”
With that, Damasen let out a war cry with the Drakon‘s cry echoing as a backtrack and charged. Even at a hundred feet long, the Drakon still managed to look middling compared to Tartarus’s sheer mass, but neither it nor Damasen seemed to care much. They charged forward, Damasen stabbing with his lance and his steed belching acid and poison alike, forcing the primordial to retreat, one begrudging step at a time.
Bob managed to stumble away from the fight, bleeding heavily and leaning on Saber-Toothed Bob for support, but he still managed to force a smile when he reached Leo and Piper at the Doors. “Go. I will hold the button.”
“Bob, you can’t!” Piper gasped. “Look at you, you can’t possibly hold them off.”
Leo squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Bob, but he still managed to grit out, “get in the elevator, Piper. We’re out of options.”
“No, I won’t leave him,” Piper insisted, all but stamping her foot. “We go together or not at all.”
Beyond the firewall Leo had erected, the monsters were drawing closer, and even beyond that, Damasen and Tartarus were clashing in a fight for the ages. Damasen managed to stab Tartarus and ripped out a chunk of his veiny purple flesh so the Drakon could spit venom directly into the wound, but even that seemed to do little more than enrage the primordial.
Bob followed his gaze and nodded grimly. “Twelve minutes. I will hold the button, then I will fight with Damasen.”
“You can’t!” Piper said again, one of Bob’s fingers clutched tightly in both her hands. “Please don’t. He’ll kill you, and that’s it. There won’t be a regeneration from that.”
“Perhaps you are right.” Bob placed a hand on Piper’s head and smiled. “Or perhaps you are not. Monsters are eternal, and so are Titans. Perhaps if you remember me with kindness, I will return.”
Tears were streaming steadily down Piper’s face as she made another wounded noise. “How can you gamble like that? ? You can’t know what’s gonna happen.”
“I don’t know. What I do know, Friend Piper, is that you must go,” Bob said gently. “It is your Fate. You are destined to go above, to put a stop to Gaea’s plans, once and for all.”
“No!” Piper looked even fiercer. “I choose a different Fate! One with you in it!”
“This is the Fate I have chosen for myself. I would gladly give my life to save the world, but I would do anything to save a friend,” Bob replied. He met Leo’s gaze and Leo realized with a sickening feeling that there would be no way to convince Piper to step foot through those Doors. He gave a tiny nod, and Bob smiled. “Tell the sun and stars I said hello.”
With one smooth movement, Leo withdrew his foot holding the Doors open, hooked his arms under Piper’s and flung her inside before following her. He paused only long enough to meet Bob’s gaze one last time. “We won’t forget you, Friend Bob.”
Then the Doors ding!-ed shut and Piper let out a gut-wrenching howl of grief.
“Bob! Damasen!” she wailed, clawing at the seam and frantically trying to pry the Doors back open. “Let me out! They’re going to die!”
Leo watched in complete and utter horror as the Doors started to slide open under Piper’s bloody fingernails. “Out of the way!” he barked, surging forward and violently shoving her aside. He made his hands go white-hot and sank his fingers into the now-soft metal so he could grip the Doors and shove them back together.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” Piper babbled. She was curled up in the corner, rocking softly back and forth as she yanked out her hair. “I killed them. I killed them both. It’s my fault, all my fault.”
“Piper, please; it’s not your fault,” Leo begged. “They chose it. They chose to help us.”
“I Charmspeaked them, I know I did,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to. Pleasepleaseplease. They’re going to die.”
“I know, Piper. Fucking hell, I know,” he croaked, pressing his forehead to the metal hard enough to really feel it through his skull. His whole body ached. The Doors desperately wanted to open, and he was the only thing forcing them together. He could feel every muscle in his arms and across his neck and shoulders strain under the pressure, but they refused to tear. He was in agony, painful and sublime, but it was nothing compared to the way Piper’s broken sobs clawed at his heart.
“They’re gonna die,” she cried helplessly. “They’re going to die for us, and we just left them there.”
After what felt like years, Piper finally quieted down, not because she’d calmed, but because she’d wept herself into complete exhaustion, Leo glared death at the twisted black metal in front of him. This was Gaea’s fault. Every awful thing that had happened to him since he was eight had been that miserable dirt lady’s fault, and this was nothing more than another crime that she’d pay for. And Leo would absolutely make her pay.
“I will kill you,” he growled for only the earth outside the Doors to hear. “Whatever it takes, I will end you once and for all.”
In response, the earth tried even harder to push its way in, but Leo refused to let it, he refused to bow. He had to hold this for twelve minutes while he prayed to whoever would listen that Bob managed to hold that cursed UP button long enough. It would work, it had to. A Giant and a Titan had fought side by side and sacrificed their lives to ensure the escape of two mortal demigods so they could save the world.
I wanna do something different for FFF this week, so what are y'all's favorite rare pairs for PJO? It's gotta be characters from PJO or HoO, but other than that, go wild. I'll look at pretty much anything. Propaganda is encouraged
Aaaaaaand we're back! @flashfictionfridayofficial day is here again! This time we're doing a brand new ship for me, Pipachel, courtesy of the one and only @wearingpants ! It was a REALLY fun dynamic to explore, and one I might visit again in the future, so thank you for your suggestion!
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Ao3 A Gift From Her Mother
To be perfectly honest, Piper had assumed the biggest shocks she’d be receiving that rotten December day was the information that the Greek gods were real, followed by the fact that her boyfriend could fly, possibly tied with learning that her boyfriend wasn’t her boyfriend, all of her memories of him were just a hallucination planted in her brain by the queen of the cosmos. For some reason. She liked to think she was rolling with the punches, accepting this massive paradigm shift with about as much grace as could be expected. Had she had a crying fit in the middle of the woods while a pretty girl she’d just met awkwardly stood watch to make sure all her noise wasn’t attracting the monsters that lived in said wood? Well, yes, but she was dealing with way more than one person should have to deal with and that but counted for something, okay?
However, somehow all of that just fell away when Piper walked into the Hera cabin and came face to face with the Oracle of Delphi. She wore heavy black robes, no shoes, and she stood before the statue of Hera, palms up as she quietly chanted some ancient. She had a massive cloud of messy bright ginger curls that she had tied back with a ratty bandana, and when she finally turned around, Piper’s eyes bugged. “Red?”
Rachel startled at the name just as hard and she gaped right back. “Piper?”
Annabeth cleared her throat and looked between the two of them. “Do you two, uh, know each other?”
Immediately, several months of memories flashed before Piper’s eyes. When she’d been fourteen, her dad had been called to film on site in New Zealand for about a year, leaving Piper behind with Jane, and the instant the school year ended, she’d been shipped off to St. Olga’s Reformation Camp. St. Olga’s was a prehistoric charm school that had basically gone out of business, other than rich people sending their daughters there when they became too much of a problem to deal with at home.
That’s where she’d met one Rachel Elizabeth Dare with her curly red hair, permanently paint-stained fingers, and mile-wide defiant streak. Apparently, she’d gotten tangled up with some kid at her school who set fire to the band room, so she’d been sent to St. Olga’s to reflect on her behavior, which she definitely did not do. What she did do was sneak out past curfew, laugh at all of Piper’s mediocre jokes, and kiss like her life depended on it. Piper could still feel the way her fingers had tangled in Rachel’s hair and the taste of the menthol cigarettes they’d smuggled in and promptly threw away when they realized how disgusting they actually were. On Piper’s last day at St. Olga’s Rachel had scribbled her phone number on Piper’s wrist and made her swear to call, and Piper did the same to her.
They hadn’t spoken since.
“We, um, we’ve met,” Piper stammered, awkwardly clearing her throat and looking for any kind of sign from Rachel, who was infuriatingly unreadable.
“Yeah, our dads, uh, run in some of the same circles,” Rachel added, slightly less awkward. She smiled at Piper and held out her hand. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Yeah, uh, you, too.”
Unfortunately, as soon as Piper grabbed her hand, Rachel’s eyes rolled back and green smoke came billowing out of her mouth (which was not a thing when Piper was kissing her, by the way) and started yelling in some awful, distorted voice. Then, because she was almost as good at reunions as Rachel, Piper passed out.
Piper didn’t get a chance to talk to Rachel for the rest of the day, not until after she’d slept off her magical nap, missed dinner, sat through absurd campfire songs she didn’t know, and gotten claimed by Aphrodite in the most embarrassing public makeover imaginable. Rachel had been at the campfire, too, front and center with Annabeth and Jason, and she’d had her own little spectacle, getting possessed by an ancient spirit and reciting a prophecy that may or may not get Piper killed, but at least she’d done hers on purpose.
Piper was sitting alone now, unwilling to go deal with her apparent siblings in the Aphrodite cabin, but unsure where else she was allowed to go. She pulled Jason’s hoodie a little tighter around her, hoping to hide the awful new dress she’d been forced into, and desperately yanked at her hair, only for it to snap back into its perfect curls.
Piper just stared at her toes. “That obvious, huh?”
Someone sat down beside her, and somehow she was unsurprised to see Rachel. “No wonder I had such a massive crush on you, considering you’re mom’s the love goddess,” she joked weakly. When Piper didn’t respond, she winced and changed tactics. “I’m guessing you’re avoiding Drew?”
“Well, she’s pretty much a carbon copy of Roxanne and you hated her, sooooo.” Piper snorted, and Rachel grinned. “You want somewhere to crash tonight? I live in cave and I’ve only got one bed, but it’s a pretty nice cave. I’ve got a Switch.” She glanced down at Piper’s outfit and added “More importantly, I’ve got some dungarees that will probably fit.”
Piper laughed properly and wiped away her remaining tears. “That sounds beyond amazing, actually.”
Rachel offered her hand with a gentle smile. “Come on then. Let's see if we can do it right this time.”
Piper followed Rachel to her cave, which was just as nice as promised, and her one single bed. Piper didn’t mind, more content with life than she thought she’d be as her fingers got acquainted with curly hair and they traded kisses that tasted like burned marshmallows rather than cigarettes. Eventually, Rachel fell asleep with her head on Piper’s chest, snoring softly as Piper drifted off to sleep, too. She couldn’t help but smile, glad her mother had given her one more chance.
We are once again putting the FFF subject up for popular vote! I'm doing rare pairs this time, the first two which were supplied by @wearingpants and @manygeese (other ships will be used at a later date, and the loser of this round will still be in the running in the future, don't worry!) This week's prompt is "One More Chance" and your options are as follows:
Pipachel (Piper/Rachel) This one will take place during The Lost Hero and it's a more funny, light-hearted one. Basically, Piper and Rachel met at some Rich Girl Please Behave program where they kissed a bunch, swore that they'd stay in touch, and then fell out of touch. BIG surprises await them both when Piper walks into the Hera cabin to see Rachel in her Oracle getup. They're both a little awkward about how things ended, but are UNDENIABLY thrilled to see each other again.
Echo/Calypso: This one is a little more solemn, but very hopeful. The idea here is that after Leo and Hazel stole Narcissus's mirror, he sort of faded away, at least temporarily, and his island followed suit. The nymphs on the island scattered and Echo, who has all but given up hope on finding love after millennia of being ignored, winds up on Ogygia where she meets Calypso, who has all but given up hope on finding love after millennia of being abandoned. And thus, undoomed yuri.
So, pick your poison
Piper/Rachel
Echo/Calypso
Valgrace (This one is a joke if you pick it, I will bite)
Voting ended onMay 30
P.S. Once again, the poll will tell you that you have 24 hours. This is a lie. You have approximately three and a half.
Aaaaaand that's a wrap, folks! Pipachel has secured a DECISIVE victory at 60.9% and two people voted for Valgrace, marking themselves an enemy of the state 🥰 As promised, Echo/Calypso will be back for future FFF rounds, so anyone who voted for these girls, fear not!
We are once again putting the FFF subject up for popular vote! I'm doing rare pairs this time, the first two which were supplied by @wearingpants and @manygeese (other ships will be used at a later date, and the loser of this round will still be in the running in the future, don't worry!) This week's prompt is "Once More Chance" and your options are as follows:
Pipachel (Piper/Rachel) This one will take place during The Lost Hero and it's a more funny, light-hearted one. Basically, Piper and Rachel met at some Rich Girl Please Behave program where they kissed a bunch, swore that they'd stay in touch, and then fell out of touch. BIG surprises await them both when Piper walks into the Hera cabin to see Rachel in her Oracle getup. They're both a little awkward about how things ended, but are UNDENIABLY thrilled to see each other again.
Echo/Calypso: This one is a little more solemn, but very hopeful. The idea here is that after Leo and Hazel stole Narcissus's mirror, he sort of faded away, at least temporarily, and his island followed suit. The nymphs on the island scattered and Echo, who has all but given up hope on finding love after millennia of being ignored, winds up on Ogygia where she meets Calypso, who has all but given up hope on finding love after millennia of being abandoned. And thus, undoomed yuri.
So, pick your poison
Piper/Rachel
Echo/Calypso
Valgrace (This one is a joke if you pick it, I will bite)
Voting ended onMay 30
P.S. Once again, the poll will tell you that you have 24 hours. This is a lie. You have approximately three and a half.
We are once again putting the FFF subject up for popular vote! I'm doing rare pairs this time, the first two which were supplied by @wearingpants and @manygeese (other ships will be used at a later date, and the loser of this round will still be in the running in the future, don't worry!) This week's prompt is "One More Chance" and your options are as follows:
Pipachel (Piper/Rachel) This one will take place during The Lost Hero and it's a more funny, light-hearted one. Basically, Piper and Rachel met at some Rich Girl Please Behave program where they kissed a bunch, swore that they'd stay in touch, and then fell out of touch. BIG surprises await them both when Piper walks into the Hera cabin to see Rachel in her Oracle getup. They're both a little awkward about how things ended, but are UNDENIABLY thrilled to see each other again.
Echo/Calypso: This one is a little more solemn, but very hopeful. The idea here is that after Leo and Hazel stole Narcissus's mirror, he sort of faded away, at least temporarily, and his island followed suit. The nymphs on the island scattered and Echo, who has all but given up hope on finding love after millennia of being ignored, winds up on Ogygia where she meets Calypso, who has all but given up hope on finding love after millennia of being abandoned. And thus, undoomed yuri.
So, pick your poison
Piper/Rachel
Echo/Calypso
Valgrace (This one is a joke if you pick it, I will bite)
Voting ended onMay 30
P.S. Once again, the poll will tell you that you have 24 hours. This is a lie. You have approximately three and a half.
I wanna do something different for FFF this week, so what are y'all's favorite rare pairs for PJO? It's gotta be characters from PJO or HoO, but other than that, go wild. I'll look at pretty much anything. Propaganda is encouraged
Now THAT'S what I call rare pairs! (As is to be expected from Tumblr user pjo-rarepairs) I can't really do anything Cecil/Lou Ellen because I haven't read ToA but I can for sure toss the other two hats in the ring!
I wanna do something different for FFF this week, so what are y'all's favorite rare pairs for PJO? It's gotta be characters from PJO or HoO, but other than that, go wild. I'll look at pretty much anything. Propaganda is encouraged
I wanna do something different for FFF this week, so what are y'all's favorite rare pairs for PJO? It's gotta be characters from PJO or HoO, but other than that, go wild. I'll look at pretty much anything. Propaganda is encouraged
