"Dom Annie" you say?? strap in for a nsfw bonus, sez I! 😏
It occurs to me that I haven't been posting abt this much on the tumblrs, and if you care about stellarverse spoilers stop here, but I have squarely ended up in Jercabeth Endgame Hell. I don't know all of the specifics yet, but I DO know their first threesome consists of Annabeth domming Percy as she fucks him with a vibrating strapon and Jason watches, sketches and occasionally fucks with the remote to remind her he's still in charge~
(Under the logic that maybe subbing and domming at the same time might actually get her to stop overthinking so hard. Also because Jason is a voyeur. 🥰)
Thank you for the love in the tags aaaah!!!
IM GOING TO NEED SEVERAL LORD OF THE RINGS LENGTH NOVELS DETAILING EVERY SINGLE NANONSECOND OF THIS WHOLE SCENE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD IM IN PAIN I LOVE THEM
I feel like I remember your birthday being this week
I have no fic to offer you this year but I thought you might appreciate the mental image I got earlier of Ruby and Annabeth getting it on in matching red patent leather and white lace while Percy is tied, whining, to the foot of the bed 😇
(...possibly also in red patent leather and white lace)
ANYWAY i hope your day/week is stupendous!! <33
yesss it was my birthday on the 8th :) thank you for the lovely message <3
ooo new character Ruby? I really am determined to catch up on your fic and then I will come back to this and be appropriately excited about the idea!
playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘
or
reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''
for Charlie/Percy?
hello my favourite human! thank you for sending this in. you know i love and adore jackendorf (i have no idea if that's ther ship name but that's what my brain went with) anyway i went with the second one and i really hope you enjoy!! also happy love month <333
a second too late
reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''// jackendorf// 862 words
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CW: canon typical violence
Percy stands at the bow of the Andromeda, wind careless against his face, in his curls. He is careless back. Not once has he feared the deep dark of the ocean or the things that make it churn and he will not start now.
In seconds fast approaching he and Charles, a friend — something more if they have a life after this war — will carry through a plan that will hopefully dissipate travesty before it can blink into a future. Into their future.
A low whistle sounds, barely perceptible over the crash of water against ship but he hears it all the same. Monsters slump and shuffle and scuttle across the lacquered decks, deep unsettling laughter and general chaos spewing throughout.
“Good fucking riddance,” He salutes.
Before he can dive he sees a figure waving from the helm. It is frantic and uncoordinated, trying to garter attention rather than suppress it. The figure is obscured by shadow and silhouette with the early morning sun rising quietly behind them. He squints. They turn slightly. Everything inside Percy Jackson detonates.
“CHARLIE!” He screams, already pulling the ocean towards the helm, trying to catch his friend, trying to shelter him with everything he can.
The Andromeda erupts.
Percy hits the ocean with a dull thud and somewhere far away to o f a r for him to reach, Charles Beckendorf sinks to the sandy floor.
Percy barely gives himself time to adjust to the pressure of the sea, to the way his lungs work differently here. He’s hitting water and then he’s swimming. Green eyes starting to glow to account for the darkness of the water.
“CHARLIE!” He’s yelling and he knows it’s no use but if he doesn’t use every part of him to find the demigod, he will believe he has failed if he never sees him again. That is not an option.
“Please,” He’s choking on tears, as if he needed to add more salty drops to this great expanse. “Please please gods.”
He’s pleading to beings who don’t care, he’s pleading like maybe if he cares enough it would somehow work. About this, he will plead until he's raw to the bone. About Charlie he will care so much he will recreate the fate of Orpheus.
“Charles!” He can’t stop the tears or the fear, both engulfing him, strangling him. It is not underwater that takes his breath away but his own body. Drowning from the inside.
His shoulders give another shudder, strong enough to create rippling waves above him.
And then a small school of fish are swimming beside him and the ones in front are saying something. And he can’t hear them, concentrate on them, over the rushing in his head. It takes effort, effort that gives him a headache, that makes his hands tingle and his legs weak.
“What is wrong Lord?” He will never get used to them speaking as one. An all encompassing voice.
“My friend,” He manages to gasp out, “Have you seen him?”
They talk amongst themselves not speaking in any real way but communicating all the same. The one nearest to him swims closer still. “Let us show you my Lord.”
And then they’re swimming and he’s racing after them and his heart is beating faster than hummingbird’s wings and his legs are moving despite the little feeling he has in them and he will get there. There is no other option.
“Here Lord,” The school stops, spreading apart to reveal a body curled on the ocean floor.
With a choked sob Percy kicks towards it, hands already reaching, heart already syncing into rhythm it remembers, rhythm it knows.
“Oh gods Charlie,” He cries out, fear sharp and twisted in his voice, “I thought —“ He doesn’t even want to say it out loud.
With a gentle hand he threads his fingers behind the demigod’s neck, brushes a thumb across a sturdy jaw. Charles is breathing, the thin veil of air that Percy had somehow managed to wrap around him before disaster turned from foe to friend, is shaky and unstable but still in place.
With some exhausted concentration he stabilises the contraption, watches as his friend’s eyes flutter, breathing gets deeper, more even.
“Percy?” A croak from below as he is thanking the fish.
“Charlie?” He tries not to move too quickly but he can’t help the fingers that rush to smooth over deep brown skin, fire-warmed and full of life once more.
Without thought Percy kisses his cheeks, and then looks into sparkling gentle eyes, leans forward and places a soft kiss on Charlie’s lips.
“I’m so glad you’re alive.”
The demigod doesn’t respond with words, doesn’t even attempt. Charles Beckendorf smiles up at him in that beautiful soft way, and returns the kiss. Deeper and fuller and aching with relief.
When they break apart their inability to breathe is not the fault of being underwater but of stealing their own breath.
Okay this is odd but can you imagine how sally would react to jason and his clear untreated abandonment/mummy issues. Like he's doing his best to appeal to her bc his mum left him, lupa wasnt a real humanly mother and hera/juno used him so he doesn't know how a warm motherly hug feels and he's worried sally will hate him and leave him and she's just like, no sweetie come get a hug and a warm drink and cry into my shoulder im here for you.
Like sally would just cry with him bc she knows that he hasn't been allowed to cry and wants her home to feel like a safe environment for him to let loose and feel loved even if he isn't her kid.
I made myself sad so thats fun🙃
well anon you also made me sad, so are we starting a club or?
Jason definitely has people pleasing, authority-dissapointment problems and sally would one thousand be there to love and support him. it's a thing that she's adopted all these demigod children, right? RIGHT? it's defs a thing in my head anyway
however anon I have some truly wonderful news for you! There indeed is a fic (or a universe as its more aptly named) exactly like this for you: where Jason is this scared kid and Sally is the "Oh gods my darling please eat a thousand cookies and here's a forehead kiss" every time he so much as blinks funny (like too much fear funny like one second away from overwhelming sadness funny like he's going to dig himself into the ground funny) she's very in tune with her adopted babies.
and who else could possibly handle a love this size but @stillneedsmorekissing if I could I would have started a book club for these fics alone.
so here anon please feast on what you need in order to make your sadness more bearable and your hc come true and have this
For the prompt list!! "My soul sings when it feels you."
if music be the food of love
Friend you do know how to spoil me! Soulmates soulmates soulmates!!!
prompt: "My soul sings when it feels you."// jercy // 230 words
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Music surrounds Percy. It hums in his head, dances against his fingertips, echoes behind each step. His mom had played it and sung it and lived it when he was young and it only became a more prominent part of him as he grew older.
It's not really surpsing then, when he meets Jason Grace and his entire body starts singing.
The boy with the too short hair and the too long legs. The boy with the bright smile and the electric blue eyes. The boy with calluses on his fingers from violin and blisters on his heels from ballet. The boy who's every line and angle screams Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart, Wolfgang. As if he is made from sheet music, from crescendo notes, and tuned keys.
"My soul sings when it feels you." He whispered the first time he laid eyes on the blonde.
Jason had smiled wide, as if he'd heard it from across the world, the city, the pavement.
Percy whispers it again and again and again. Through their first kiss, first tumble between the sheets; through every swim meet and football match and dance recital and violin concert; and when they wake up together and when he goes to sleep on the phone. He whispers it like a prayer and a promise.
And Jason smiles that wide bright smile. And says, "My heart aches when we're apart."
