#*jakke

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jakke + cruel summer

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‘Could you stay with me?’ (Peyton to Jakke or Yako from the nightmare inspired meme)

nightmares | accepting

yako brushed his pseudo-cousin's hair out of his face. "just until you fall back asleep." being the oldest of mystery inc's kids, yako put a lot of weight on himself to be the protector for them all.

he got off the bed and sat on the nightstand next to it (not his smartest move, but he was more focused on peyton's well being). "we can talk about what got you so spooked in the morning, okay?" yako flicked off the lamp. "sleep better, peyton."

"is this about the ben thing?" he asked, instead of answering. jakke crawled into bed with his friend, abandoning his own. "i'll protect you. always. you don't have to worry about him or anyone else. because i will be there to hunt down whatever's hurting you."

(hunt down. apt wording considering his profession. for peyton, jakke would even take the job for free. no one gets to hurt his friends and live.)

"would you like a warm drink or are you ready to go back to sleep?"

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pjo jakke (aka, jakke cortes) au, btw

triggers: canon-typical violent references, child soldier / protector, insects (mentioned, not actually on-screen), the occult (mentioned by name, nothing occult actually happens)

this is written in drabble form, not as a list of headcanons.

Myra Gleipnif left her home country, fleeing to Mexico to escape her family. It is here where she meets Pedro Cortes, a man with a penchant for mythos. He introduces his new love to his favorite myths, reading them aloud to her.

He forgets that names have power. Reading them aloud and adding commentary on their feelings on a certain god or monster begins to attract the divine to the couple. They fend off monsters for a week straight.

Running on no sleep, Pedro prays to Hecate for protection. The lack of sleep makes him confuse the goddess of crossroads with demons who make deals with those at a crossroads.

The goddess, amused, doesn’t smite the man. Instead, she says she’ll give him a protector. What she creates is a ten-year-old child with divine sense imbued in his very being.

She parts with the following words: “Though the child will protect you and your lover, you will leave the Americas. The gods know you’re here.” The couple plan to leave for England as neither have family there. As soon as the child hears of the plan, he utters his first spell—“illuc hinc”—teleporting the trio there without any paper trail. They land in London as it will be easier to get lost in a big city full of mortals than the countryside.

Knowing his purpose from the moment he begins to exist, he chooses the name “Jakke” meaning protector. (This isn’t shared until Pedro and Myra are settled into their new lives when it comes up that he’s been “The Child” all this time). It is this purpose that leads him to have less of a childhood and more of a constant outlook for gods and monsters. He transforms into insects to sneak with them to work, keeping an eye on them.

Ten years later, when Jakke hasn’t sensed anything divine for a whole year, Myra and Pedro feel safe enough to finally stop looking over their shoulders. They would have their first child together, a boy named Benes. Two children, Filip and Sabrina, would come later. The three children were always under the impression that Jakke was just like them. His magic aged him from the preteen he looked like to whatever age he would be had he aged naturally.

The scent of five mortals does wonders to hide a demigod. However, Hecate still knows where her son is. And being fed up with the Olympians treating her like a minor goddess instead of the powerhouse she is. She sends him dreams of a new purpose—helping her in the upcoming war. (“The mortals will be fine, I need you now.”)

With Lady Hecate’s instructions being clear, Jakke would use the same spell he used to transverse the Atlantic the first time to appear in New York.

He is claimed right away and put in Cabin Eleven since Hecate doesn’t have her own. Most everyone welcomed the teenager.

It’s not hard for Jakke to see what Lady Hecate meant. How the gods treated not just her, but any god who wasn’t one of the twelve and the demigods. His anger grows on their behalf. Of course he fights for Kronos when the time comes.

Losing so many siblings and allies during the Battle of Manhattan haunts him. As does Lady Hecate turning her back on her traitor children for redemption from the Olympians. His punishment is to be haunted by the memories of the dead—seeing them everywhere he goes.

He isn’t exiled, but he doesn’t return to camp, even with the addition of a cabin he would fit neatly into. Instead, Jakke returns to England. He uses his knowledge of real magic to set up an occult shop. The name is “Magication,” a portmanteau of magic and vacation. He sets up a door in New York so those who want to visit from camp can.

By the time the Second Giant War (and later, the Great Imperial War) rolls around, Jakke doesn’t care. The gods have caused enough pain, he could stand to watch them get wiped out, but he won’t dare interfere. Even sensing Lady Hecate obscuring the heroes isn’t enough to stir him to care.

All he wants is to move on from the horrors of the first war he fought in, but his curse is always there, reminding him of the last time he tried was involved with the gods.

He refuses to acknowledge the divine. Only demigods are allowed in his shop—not gods or titans and certainly not those he considers monsters. Not even Lady Hecate’s Empousai are accepted in Magication.

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"i know a little about a lot of things.”  (taylor blake-jones to any of your muses from the boys sentence starters)

the boys starters | accepting

jakke gave a slow blink. "no one's saying you don't know your shit, but the occult is my wheelhouse, so maybe back off?" she may be the leader of the ragtag group of mystery solvers, but he wasn't a member. "when i need someone who knows the smallest bit of information on a random topic, i'll call you up. but this is not that situation and your non-expertise is not needed."

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please note: jakke's age!

21 🠮 22

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dog (peyton’s dog westley with jakke or yako, from the actions speak louder than words meme)

actions speak louder than words | accepting

DOG, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

yako noticed westly coming his direction and knelt to the ground to catch the pupper. "hi boy!" while he hadn't had the time or resources to take in a puppy when his father's dog had fathered a litter, yako adored westley (and blair). "who's a good boy? you are! yes, you are!"

jakke didn't notice westley until he felt something wet on his hand. looking down, he saw the dog licking. jerking his hand away, jakke's eyeline followed the leash, finding his friend on the other end. "do you have something i can wipe his spit off on?"

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@gamecn gets a starter !

socializing. bleh. being a socialite sucked. jakke was so bored. no one knew how to make good conversation. it was the same three questions about his day, his weekend plans, and any romantic interests, and then a conversation about finances.

walking up to peyton, someone he could actually call a friend, he began to speak. "if i don't talk to someone about something actually interesting in the next five minutes, i'm going to kill someone." an empty threat, but one that could be carried out if he so chose. even without his tools, there were still plenty of knives and other weapons of opportunity at the gala.

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“ are you going to kill me? ”  (Atticus to Jakke from the question prompts meme - what could possibly go wrong when a werewolf and assassin meet?)

question prompts | accepting

"that depends," the assassin felt for the pistol in his back pocket. a bullet wouldn't stop a werewolf, not even a silver one, but it sure would slow them down. "are you going to keep getting in my way?"