#p.a.

[therosecrest]

[shoujo-memory]

P.A. Private Actress by Akaishi Michiyo

[underground-hip-hop-affiliated]

you ain’t giving me nothing to think about...

I need something with a little bit more mystique.

[asktkendykendy]

Amor Paternal❤

[succumbscum]

Thunder+Lightning

(flash warning)

[arttemisses]

Ooookay since we’re doing this can u tell your p.a. head cannons _inside_ the pjo universe now? (I’m actually just cheating my way through so I can get a bit of your writing but shhhhh lets pretend you don’t know that)

bea, you’re the cutest person ever !! and i love this pic of you <3

i. athena cares so much she can’t even handle it. she watches out for annabeth as she runs away, even though the little girl is seven and the goddess would have the power to stop her, if she wanted; she doesn’t, because she understands anger, bitterness and a desire to be free and also loved, maybe understood, and so she guides that tiny, fierce little girl until she meets two other demigods who, athena knows, would die before they let anything happen to her child.

(one of them do).

ii. poseidon hid percy from the other gods for a very long time. he wasn’t good at admitting mistakes, he knew zeus’ wrath and part of him would be devastated for sally if something ever happened to that little boy.

after fathering so many kids throughout history, he didn’t suppose he cared. not personally, at least.

iii. he does, and he discovers that quite impressively when he spots a tall, blonde woman with unmistakable gray eyes with her head tilted to her side and her gaze on percy’s tiny bedroom window. she lowers her stare slowly, new york ever so busy, cars flashing quickly in the street between them. poseidon has his fists clenched because, of course, that’s his luck, that’s how athena is, of course she would be the one to find out and heavens forbid her to do anything about it, he would–

her lips twitch ever so slightly, her gaze a promise and a challenge, and, one second later, she is gone.

iv. zeus confronts him about it the same night, and poseidon is about to tear olympus apart if his brother really thinks the solution for his “transgression” is cold-blooded murder (that’s what zeus did to his daughter, he supposes, angrily, freezing her into a god-damned tree), and, when athena enters the salon, he is about to murder her, cause he knows it’s her fucking fault his son is at risk now.

she enjoys his rage for about a half minute – that’s what he supposes she is doing, it’s what she always does; she assesses him, unmoving, gray eyes holding back everything, lips slightly parted – and when she intervenes, with that clear, soft voice he hates so much, it’s only to calm her father down because infuriating him and starting a civil war would be“unwise”.

when he leaves, she stares at him as though expecting a fucking apology, and she’d better expect it from a rock.

v. athena is prepared to face everything. she always has a plan, she always has certainties and backups, and, as percy jackson arrives at camp half-blood, she just wonders mildly whether annabeth will wait for capturing the flag to kick his butt or do it sooner, because that’s how things are.

she is not prepared, however, to see percy jackson with a stricken expression as he faces her daughter, startling green eyes blinking as he process what he sees, and he is too dumb to take in all of annabeth’s expressions, but athena isn’t.

so she sees her daughter’s hesitation, a blush creeping in her cheeks, and the way she has to raise her chin to tell him he drools to regain her pose, and then the way she leaves as thought she is running.

they are twelve, and athena is probably reading too much into things, but she wants to hide her face in her hands and repeat no over and over, cause, for that, she doesn’t have a plan at all.

vi. when poseidon learns his son is on a quest with a satyr and a daughter of athena, he is amused, because even though there are so many things percy still has to learn, and there’s no way a daughter of athena would be a bad influence, how could she be of real help? it’s not like she has powers or anything.

he learns later of the bus explosion, medusa’s trap, his son’s suicidal jump into the missouri river, ares’ quest, their stay at lotus casino and the final absurd entry into the underworld.

and he wonders if, alone, percy would have survived it all.

vii. neither of them talk about what their kids did before percy’s duel with ares, the way annabeth promised him reconciliation and used their names. they have nothing to do with silly childish promises.

viii. when annabeth goes missing, athena doesn’t know what to do. the titans have her child (her terribly-smart, brave child) and she is forbidden to do anything about it. she sees how desperate apollo is, with artemis gone, and wonders if that’s how she looks. she hates being helpless, hates those stupid laws sometimes, and hates that she can’t think of a single way to pass through them.

that’s when she sees poseidon in olympus, and he for some reason holds her gaze; she stares back, cause that’s what they do. he seems to be asking what she is waiting for, and of course he would judge her for not stepping in and saving her child herself, because he has as little regards for rules as ares has for flowers.

strangely, this is not all his eyes are telling her. they seem to be giving some advice, and athena, hands full of books, asks him back if he really think that would work, as if she could trust a kid like percy jackson with something so important.

he raises his think eyebrows, and athena sees herself relenting as proof that she is really desperate.

she finds his kid in the dams, she helps him escape, she watches over him as he holds the sky for her daughter.

she feels ashamed for her doubts.

ix. she votes against keeping him alive because that’s what she has to do, that’s what is better for olympus, and she pretends not to see his horrified expression and her daughter’s broken heart. she holds their gaze firmly, her core shaking even though she is perfectly poised, and, when she averts their eyes, she stares at his father, and, for some absurd reason, he seems to be the only one who understands.

there’s a variety of sadness in the crinkles around his eyes that athena notices very rarely.

x. “would you rather have her with him?,” is what poseidon asks, because he never seems to understand her completely. “i would rather have her alone,” athena retorts, because luke castellan betrayed her and percy jackson portrays the biggest risk she has ever seen. for them, for olympus, for her daughter. the seven-year-old girl who held her hand without realizing as her mom led her to safety. “seems lonely,” poseidon sighs, uncaring, and he doesn’t know the half of it.

xi. it’s not like they never had anything in common, athena supposes. she isn’t sure about the examples, but she is sure hating aphrodite for the joy she takes from tormenting their kids can’t be the only thing poseidon and she have ever shared. when “they hugged!” are the only words to come out of aphrodite’s mouth for the longest time, she supposes things can’t ever get worse.

until the goddess squeals “she kissed him”, and then, “on the cheek”, and even the fact that percy jackson blew up a whole mountain isn’t enough to distract her mind.

annabeth had kissed poseidon’s kid, and that definitely wasn’t on her carefully laid out plans.

xii. poseidon doesn’t mind it at all.

xiii. “they are getting married,” athena realizes, dejectedly, “if they ever make it out alive”. poseidon is by her side, something that has happened more and more frequently ever since percy and annabeth’s envolvement grew (or, as athena saw it, worsened).

“is that so bad?,” he asks her, and she doesn’t know what to make of his fondness for annabeth, because it doesn’t make sense. they’re so alike, the two of them, with the same stubbornness, the haughtiness, the pride, and how could he despise all those things in her and forgive them all in her daughter?

“don’t you think?,” she asks back, because she wants answers, but poseidon doesn’t give them.

he shrugs, and there are streaks of gray in his black hair, the lines around his eyes deeper. athena feels for him, because zeus has an army of gods by his side and he is alone in the sea. the feeling lasts half a minute, at least, and she wonders if that’s how he feels.

xix. they get married, and it’s beautiful, and athena had never been to a kid’s wedding before. she behaves as if it’s an olympian meeting, because she is not sure she is allowed to display emotions, after everything that happened, after everything she failed at doing.

it’s crazy how they both survived that, it’s crazy how, at the altar, they look so young and so happy and so alive.

she is at the back of the ceremony, because she doesn’t want to disturb frank and his beautiful family, but poseidon is upfront, because he has no shame, and because he can laugh with percy’s mom’s boyfriend even though the woman is reddened to the roots of her brown hair.

athena’s lips curl without her notice, and every women at the party is about to cry, and she wonders if she is, too, a little. annabeth’s head turn back, watered gray eyes so similar to hers, and athena finally cracks.

xx. poseidon seems to know this, somehow, because he looks back, too, and holds her gaze, and has the audacity to wink as though to say, i knew it could work. athena isn’t sure if he is referring to the wedding, the war, or even the formidable and unsteady truce they had established for the last months; and he is so cocky, so proud, so absurd…

… that she stares back, because that’s what they do, but she doesn’t wipe her tears nor hide her small smile.

it feels honest, and real, and impossible, and she has always been a great fan of these three things.

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i’m sorry it turned out to be this huge!!! i just loved writing it, so thank you very very much <33

[daniellli]

the New York trilogy

[asktkendykendy]

Para K.O. & T.K.O. sus hijos son perfectos, eso es normal en un padre❤.

Peyton A. ....Edad: 12años(mellizo de Tamiko)

Es un niño muy lindo como su padre cuando era pequeño, es aventurero, fiel a su familia, y es muy difícil que el llegue odiar a alguien. Pero un día trágico, lleno de dolor, tristeza, ira y de decepción, lo hizo cambiar por completo,..... y toda esa ternura y amabilidad se fue con el respeto que le tenía a su padre, convirtiéndose en alguien lleno de rencor e ira...

H. Tamiko....Edad: 12años(melliza de Peyton)

Es una niña con un carácter algo impredecible, aveces es amable, aveces gruñona, aveces se preocupa demasiado por sus hermanos, aveces hace muchas locuras con sus hermanos, pero es una niña muy astuta, fuerte, es valiente, inteligente y tierna. Ella esta muy unida a sus hermanos, aunque, un día, su Unión con su hermano Peyton se rompe, y él se comienzan a distanciar de ella por un trágico día.

Dylan O. ...... Edad: 6años

Es un niño serio, pero es muy lindo y amable. Ama la ciencia y la tecnología como su madre, le encanta crear máquinas, armas y todo lo que se pueda imaginar. Él es muy Unido a sus hermanos, y aunque no sea tan aventurero como ellos, él siempre está con ellos para ayudarlos, porque sabe que es él genio de los tres. Aunque un día sus hermanos se distancian ente ellos, él se lleva muy bien con ambos, el problema es que Peyton y Tamiko no son tan Unidos como antes, lo cual si lo pone algo triste, y eso es lo que mas le molesta, ya que él no sabe expresar sus emociones como cualquier persona.