au where nobody dies, silena gets to spend a long, happy life with clarisse and charlie, that’s filled with happiness, kisses, and never-ending love, and i don’t have to go to bed sobbing into my pillow every night
hello everybody! by request, we’ve returned with another frenzy, or in this case, a bash!
the valentine’s day bash to be exact! (hosted by the aphrodite cabin, lol) it’s another quick batch of days dedicated to poly pjo ships, so get ready and here’s the facts:
again, no theme days!!!
but valentine’s themed content is most definetely encouraged
you’re free to post content that you weren’t able to post during previous events or new content, either is fine
please post however many times you’d like—there is no limit!
the basic rules still apply
the bash will be from february 11 - 14, just four days
#polypjoweek will be the monitored hashtag for this event
if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask, and as always don’t forget to spread the word!
summary: “It’s more of a melting pot to me,” She said. “Besides, you’re not fooling me. You love Christmas, and the festival, and you even liked that one time the Hecate cabin had us celebrate Yule. What’s on your mind?” Her eyes were dark, calculating, and a faint trace of amusement hid in her features. His breath caught, she had him.
basically i just want them to be happy and i love picturing them hustling and bustling around looking for present (warning: not actually what the fic is about lol), also i’m shocked i wrote a fic this fast—a true christmas miracle
for @polypjoweek‘s holiday frenzy
“Annabeth invited us over this Friday,” Reyna said and Jason groaned in response. She laughed, leaning in ever closer to his side from where they sat on the couch. “What’s wrong? Any beef that I don’t know about?”
“No, I just wanted to relax this weekend.”
Reyna hummed and slung an arm across his stomach, “We’re relaxing right now, Grace.” He pressed a kiss against her head absentmindedly and paused; she had a point. They’d been watching holiday specials for a few hours now, with their feet kicked up on the coffee table and cocoa mugs empty and abandoned on the floor. He had an arm slung loosely around her and the heat that radiated between them was enough to have him nodding off for the past half an hour.
“That’s true, it’s just the shopping and the decorating and the—”
“Not a Christmas person? You love going to see the tree.”
“I’m not a three different holiday’s person.” Jason grumbled, scratching at the back of his head. “Well, I mean, I don’t mind but…” Reyna lifted her head from where it sat against his shoulder to glance at him.
“It’s more of a melting pot to me,” She said. “Besides, you’re not fooling me. You love Christmas, and the festival, and you even liked that one time the Hecate cabin had us celebrate Yule. What’s on your mind?” Her eyes were dark, calculating, and a faint trace of amusement hid in her features. His breath caught, she had him.
“I, I don’t know what to get Piper this year,” He stuttered out. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks and I’ve got nothing.” Reyna smiled and kissed him softly. Half his nerves dispersed immediately.
“I’m sure she’ll love anything you get her. Why do you always get so worked up?”
“I know she will, but I want to show her I care, and you know she likes to do things not hold things, and…” He glanced at Aurum and Argentum sleeping in the corner, their gears buzzing quietly in the form of snores, curled up together with their small tabby cat in the middle. “Our apartment isn’t big enough for another pet. Besides, nobody can ever beat your presents, Reyna.”
“Hmm, I’ll admit that’s true,” She said, then suddenly pouted. “You know, with all this talk about Piper’s gift I’m a getting a little jealous, are you worried about me—” Jason tackled her to the sofa and went to tickle her sides. A grin broke out across his face as her laughter echoed off the walls.
“No way, Arellano, I know you know I have yours already. Stop trying to bait me into spilling the beans.”
“The jelly beans?”
“Yes,” He stopped his motions and stretched out atop her. “The jelly beans.” She huffed at his weight, but otherwise didn’t protest.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” She said. “Wanna go shopping tomorrow? Maybe I can help.”
“I’d like that,” He sighed as she slung an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. A smirk grew quickly on her lips.
“Or maybe I can just get you a big, red bow to sling around your hips.”
He rolled his eyes, “What am I? Arm candy?”
“Clearly,” She said and pulled him into a kiss. He inched his hands up underneath her shirt, biting lightly at her lip as she threw one leg around his hip. The television was enough to drown out the door swinging open, but as the sound of bags hitting the doorframe and boots being dragged down the hallway reached them, they smiled in unison. “Don’t stop.”
He shook his head in reply, “Of course.” They continued their motions quietly, kissing one another idly, teeth clacking together every so often, until—
“Come on,” Piper whined as she saw them and Jason stuffed his face against Reyna’s shoulder to stifle his laughter. “I’m so tired from shopping, I don’t have the energy for that.” She shuffled over to them and threw her body down on top of his. This time, Reyna heaved.
“Okay, too heavy.”
“Don’t care,” Piper grumbled and leaned down to give her a kiss, moving to press her lips against Jason’s a moment later. “How was your day?”
“Boring,” They both replied. “Yours?”
“So many presents. Oh, I got a case of wine, for Dionysus’ festival. It’s sitting in the car.”
Reyna let out a cry, “Babe, no! I had a whole case sitting since last year. Thought it’d be better, right? You’re supposed to let it sit, right?”
“Yeah, but it’s okay,” Jason said. “Now, we’ll just have more.” After a moment or two, she didn’t reply, and he turned his head to glance her way, brows furrowing at her troubled expression. The usual rainbow of her iris was dulled, and she had her lips pressed firmly against his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“My father called, my grandpa’s been asking about me. I haven’t seen him in so long, I wanna go visit him but I don’t know when I’d have the time, or money.” Jason’s eyes darted to Reyna and although she hid her smile well, he could tell she was thinking just the same as he: Plane tickets.
He cleared his throat, “I’m sure we can all find the time.”
“You’d go with me?”
“Would you like us?” Reyna asked and he could feel Piper’s chest expand.
“Of course! I don’t know when we’ll go, but yes.” She kissed them both again, this one more energized than the last and they kissed back enthusiastically, a little unwilling to break apart. Jason rolled back against the couch and let Piper fall between them.
“We should move this somewhere else,” Reyna said. “I’m not all that interested in Christmas movies right now.”
“I said I’m tired, but…” Piper’s eyes darted back and forth and she sighed. “You’re tempting me.”
“Fantastic,” Jason said, nerves all about gone. A gift was building itself slowly at the back of his mind and as he stared at them both, he couldn’t have been happier. He watched as Reyna threw an around around Piper, pulling her closer and he followed, lips searching for her collarbone, but just before he could press down she spoke up.
“Oh! I almost forgot, I got us all ugly Christmas sweaters to wear to Annabeth’s dinner.”
Both him and Reyna groaned. “Alright, mood’s gone.”
here are some headcanons for @polypjoweek for relatability au day!
just little bits and piece of an au with percalypsobeth where annabeth’s blindness from tartarus comes back that i’ll hopefully be able to make into a full fic one day
annabeth realizes it when she keeps waiting to wake up but then percy asks her what she wants for breakfast and she’s like, “wait, i’m awake?”
“yeah, you’ve been staring at the wall for ten minutes. i just thought you were thinking, why?”
calypso panicks, and when they have to tell her how it happened, she cries and cries and cries until it’s the only sound annabeth can hear
they ask chiron to help, ask mr. d to heal her; when they said only a titan can heal a cruse like that percy bangs his fist on the table and goes, “well haul one of those assholes up here, i’m sure if we could take them while they were waltzing around you can take them in chains”
eventually annabeth sees faint shapes, doorways, outlines, but as the weeks pass and nothing changes, she tries desperately to cope with the fact this is permanent
being a demigod aids her, with her reflexes and adhd, she’s very aware of her surroundings, she learns the layout of the apartment quickly
calypso and percy help her, match outfits for her, describe things she’d never even give a second glance, walk her everywhere, but she can’t help but feel bad
initially, she cracks when she sits down to sketch and she realizes she can’t even see the paper; she cries and she lets herself do so, she’s allowed to, she tells herself
percy tells her how he feels, she can feel the tension in his shoulders when he holds her, he knows how angry he is at them; she asks him to stop, because she needs him right there, right now
annabeth doesn’t have the patience for braille, so she uses audiobooks, but because she’s annabeth she says “screw it” and learns it anyway
when percy traces shapes on her back while they’re laying bed, she tries to guess what each one is; as time goes on percy keeps making them more intricate but she never gets it wrong
they label everything in the apartment, and they color coordinate her wardrobe, pining shapes to the hangers; it’s a lot funner than she’d thought it’d be
her battle skills are different, she can still fight--its ten times more strategic if that was possible and she finds her self disabling her opponents with much quicker with a few well planned blows--but her hearing has almost doubled, and she appreciates the way clarisse yells at her whenever she screws up; it’s the one place where it feels like she’s stepping into old shows, just with a twist
when she stops the three of them on a sidewalk and says there’s a monster trailing a block behind them, they ask how and she goes, “i can hear it”
after a long pause, percy says in a tone filled with surprise, “that’s so cool”
part of the fic undercut
annabeth can hear calypso crying all the time, even when she’s lying in bed pretending to sleep, she can hear her in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the living room
one day when percy is out, she hears her again and decides that’s the final straw. she stops what she’d been doing and follows the noise straight to the bedroom.
it’s almost to easy to find calypso, kneeling down in front of her and taking her face in both hands, “stop it.”
calypso sniffles. annabeth imagines her eyes are wide, glistening from all the crying. “what?” she asks, clueless.
“stop crying. stop pitying me, please.”
“i’m not--”
“yes, you are.”
there’s silence and then she’s crying all over again, blubbering out a, “but it’s my fault. i did this too you, i cursed you, if it hadn’t been for me this never would have happened. i don’t understand how you’re not angry with me, please just yell at me, anything. it’s my fault--”
“calypso,” annabeth tries to keep a steady tone. “it’s not your fault, you didn’t do this knowingly. we thought it was gone, we were never going to mention it. how could you have known?”
“but if i hadn’t--”
“don’t,” annabeth said, cutting her off again. “i don’t blame you, i’m not mad at you for something you can’t control, but i’m mad because you won’t stop crying. please, i’m still the same person. i’m not weak, i can do most of the stuff i used to, calypso, just differently. i’m not dead, i’m right here in front of you.”
“it’s not fair.”
“of course, it’s not but we can’t change it. our lives weren’t supposed to be easy from the beginning, i know you know that.”
“of course i do.”
“then please,” annabeth’s voice was shaking now. “stop crying, stop treating this like you’ve killed me. stop acting like. . .like you can’t love me anymore.”
calypso sucked in a breath, “what are you talking about? i love you more than anything--”
“then act like it. i’m not going to break, i’m not a charity case, i don’t need the pity. i love you so much and i need my girlfriend back.” she pulled calypso down and kissed her deeply. there was nothing to see but she could taste sweet cinnamon on her lips and as she registered how much she’d missed it, she realized this was the first time they’d kissed since her blindness had returned.
as they pulled apart, calypso spoke up, “i love you too, so much, but i don’t know how to, what do we do, i. . .”
“what’s something we always do? anything, anything at all.”
“. . .get milkshakes?”
“there, perfect. let’s go, right now.”
as they got ready, annabeth called percy and told him to meet them there. her voice was still shaking but percy didn’t press the issue, he just agreed and said he’d be there in fifteen minutes.
when they got to the front door, annabeth pulled it open and gestured to calypso to step out.
“oh, i was gonna--” calypso started, then paused
“i can lock the door calypso, don’t worry.” annabeth said.
after a moment, she could hear calypso pad lightly out the door. “right, sorry.”
annabeth closed it behind them and once the familiar feeling of the brass knob left her hand, she searched instantly to grab calypso’s, and intertwine their fingers. “it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.”
calypso said nothing, but instead squeezed her hand in reply and annabeth felt the tension leave her shoulders. they were silent leaving the building, but as they walked down the street, calypso piped up, “you wanna make a bet?”
“about what?”
“percy’s milkshake.”
annabeth laughed and sighed, “definetely. i bet he’s going to have chocolate when we get there.”
“okay, i bet strawberry.”
“alright, but if we get there and you lie about the color i’m gonna be super pissed.”
calypso was quiet for a moment and then she started laughing. a good, whole-hearted laugh that sounded like bells and it set annabeth’s heart off racing. “annabeth! stop, now i feel bad for laughing!”
“hey, i’m the one who’s blind here. i can make a joke or two if i want to.”
“okay, okay. i promise i won’t lie.”
annabeth kissed her again, “perfect.”
when they got there, she couldn’t see him, but the way percy greeted them, she could tell he knew something was different.
