In hindsight Travercy is really funny cause imagine your boyfriend helped your older brother kill himself and you still went:
Mmm let me hit that
Permes is also funny for similarly funny reasons plus the addition of Percy becoming Luke's stepdad (He could legitimately be the dad that stepped up for Luke)
I’m back in the PJO fandom again,…. Not that I was fully out of it, just one foot in and one foot out, and it’s past midnight so I’m just looking for all the PJO rare pairs. A bunch of them are already represented on my PJO/MCGOA/KC/TOA fanon board, but I know there are more. Comment your favorite or you think is the least popular (but legal) ship.
Connor: *slightly tipsy* You know a few years ago Percy was ending the life of a son of Hermes and now, he's starting a life with one. Isnt life funny like that?
Travis: *chokes on his wine*
Percy:....
Connor: He put one of us under a sheet now he's getting in our sheets! Lets get this party started everybody!
Wip of a Travercy fluff shot as a sorry for what has happened (He knows) and what is to come :) (He's breaking your heart?)
Percy's pov
Everyone says Travis is a carbon copy of Hermes, I thought randomly, lying in bed.
I don’t know why I thought about it, especially since Travis himself was asleep next to me with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist like a boa constrictor (He’d be pleased with that comparison). I didn’t agree with it; Sure, they had a lot in common, but so did most demigods with their godly parent. I know I look like my dad, but I didn't see it with Travis and Hermes. Not really.
I rolled over to Travis' side, still thinking about it. He hugged me tighter—and Gods he had a grip, I’m probably gonna have a bruised waist later.
It was a weird comparison though, the more I looked at him the less I saw Hermes. Sure, they both liked stealing: I haven’t seen my favorite hoodie since I started dating Travis and they both had elfish faces and these dark bags under their eyes because Hermes had just way too many jobs and Travis apparently hasn’t slept well since he was ten years old (he’s seventeen now, I'm trying to help him fix that).
But that was where the similarities ended. There's too many differences to call him a copy. Especially since he was right in front of me and especially since we started dating.
Firstly, Hermes didn’t have freckles.
You probably think I’m just struggling to come up with differences. Like, seriously Percy? Freckles? Thats what you could up with? But if you saw Travis you’d see what I mean: he had them all over. They marched across his face and exploded everywhere else like one of the fireworks the Hephaestus cabin set off every fourth of July. I liked to trace the ones on his back when he was lying on his stomach. Hermes didn't have those, and even if he did, they wouldn’t be Travis’.
I looked at him. He looked peaceful; there was a soft smile on his face like he was dreaming about something good for once instead of his nightmares. Sunlight shined through the gaps of the crappy blinds on the window of the Hermes cabin, hitting him just right, making his hair look like it was glowing— That was another difference.
There was a red tint to his hair that most people didn't notice, not quite brown but not quite red. You wouldn’t notice it unless you were really close. It reminded me of autumn leaves— though if Travis’ hair crunched then he probably got something stuck in it. He was a messy eater. It was like he was always worried someone would steal his food if he didn't eat quick— Which...was not an irrational fear with the Hermes cabin.
Think of the funniness of Percy helping Luke kill himself then proceeding to date Luke's little brother
Fun dynamic because they both have too much responsibility placed on their shoulders at a young age (Travis and head counsellor. Percy and prophecy kid)
Hermes becoming Percy's in law is funny
The Hermes cabin was the first place Percy stayed in at camp. IT ALL COMES FULL CIRCLE BABY.
LUKE becoming Percy's in law is funny
I will cry if you don't.
Here is a photo of a cat from my 'cat reaction images supplied by James' album to persuade you
lowkey if I do ever adapt this into my actual Travercy AU some things would be different as I dont wanna replace Annabeth entirely for that AU.
The Siren scene from SOM but make it Travercy (can be read as platonic)
*some lines are directly taken from the book (eg. the beginning up until 'Travis swam towards them') but majority is my own writing*
*Also my fic I swear that I was a good kid (I never meant to hurt anyone) is sort of alluded to here. (I say sort of because Percy obvi doesnt know but it explains the appearance change.)
Then the mist cleared and I saw them — the Sirens.
Imagine a flock of vultures the size of people — with dirty black plumage, grey talons, and wrinkled pink necks. Now imagine human heads on top of those necks, but the human heads keep changing.
I couldn’t hear them, but I could see they were singing. As their mouths moved, their faces morphed into people I knew — my mom, Poseidon, Grover, Tyson, Annabeth, Chiron. All the people I most wanted to see. They smiled reassuringly, inviting me forward. But no matter what shape they took, their mouths were greasy and caked with the remnants of old meals. Like vultures, they’d been eating with their faces, and it didn’t look like they’d been feasting on Monster Doughnuts.
Travis swam toward them.
I knew I couldn't let him get out of the water. The sea was my only advantage. It always protected me one way or another, now I hoped it'd protect Travis. I propelled myself forward and grabbed his foot.
The moment I touched him, a chill went through my body, and I saw the sirens the way Travis must've been seeing them.
Three people sat on a couch in a house I didn't know. The Corpse Bride silently playing on a TV in front of them. I recognised Hermes from before, though he looked slightly different. He was dressed in a white button-down shirt. His hair was just dark brown, not salt and pepper, and two white wings sprouted behind his ears, so he looked more like the ancient statues. He was leaning against a beautiful red-haired woman who had Travis and Connor's curly hair and freckles and Travis' eyebags. She was dressed way too formally for watching TV — in a black dress that looked like it came from a period show on the Victorian era. She looked like she was dressed for a funeral. I could guess that must have been Travis' mom.
Lying with his head in Hermes' lap was Connor. That was unsurprising — Travis did almost everything (except quests) with his brother, and spending time with the two of them made me learn that Connor really looked up to his dad.
The entire scene glowed in a warm orange-ish light. Like an old photo your mom took at Christmas when you were a kid. The three of them looked like a normal happy family (well…a normal, happy family where the dad had wings). Hermes said something to Connor. Connor laughed while his mom rolled her eyes and lightly elbowed Hermes in the ribs, saying something I couldn't hear that was probably something along the lines of 'stop talking.'
A new person walked in with long red hair and green snakes that looked like Hermes' George and Martha wrapped around either arm. He smiled, and I knew this was Travis.
But not the Travis I knew.
This Travis looked like his mom instead of his dad. His mop of brown hair and the elfish features that all Hermes kids have were replaced with his mom's long red hair and softer features. His eyes were brown now instead of blue — that's what stood out to me the most. He looked less likely to drop a firecracker down your shirt and more likely to say something sarcastic or morbid, or both.
His mom's face lit up when he came in. She gestured for him to sit next to her, saying something I couldn't hear, but Travis beamed at it.
The photos on the walls changed, flickering between degrees and PhDs for something I couldn't make out and photos of the family on the couch and Cabin 11 (without Luke). Like even the Sirens weren't sure what Travis truly wanted to be.
I blinked hard. When I opened my eyes, all I saw were the Sirens — ragged vultures with human faces, ready to feed on another victim.
I pulled Travis — the real, Hermes look-alike Travis — back into the surf. I couldn't hear him, but I could tell he was screaming.
He kicked me hard in the face, but I held on.
I willed the currents to carry us out into the bay. Travis pummeled and kicked me, thrashing like a fish on a hook, making it hard to concentrate. He thrashed so much we almost collided with a floating mine. He was surprisingly strong. I didn't know what to do; we'd never get back to the ship if he kept fighting.
We went under, and Travis stopped fighting. His expression became confused, and he mouthed something. Then our heads broke the surface, and he started to thrash again.
The water! Sound didn’t travel well underwater. If I could submerge him long enough, I could break the spell of the music. Of course, Travis wouldn’t be able to breathe, but at the moment, that seemed like a minor problem.
I grabbed his waist and ordered the waves to push us down. I wouldn't be able to keep him down myself.
We shot through the depths — ten, twenty feet. I knew I had to be careful because I could withstand a lot more pressure than Travis. He fought and struggled for breath as bubbles rose around us, still trying to break free.
Bubbles.
I was desperate. I had to keep Travis alive. I imagined all the bubbles in the sea — always churning, rising. I imagined them all coming together, being pulled towards me.
The sea obeyed. There was a flurry of white, a tickling sensation all around me and when my vision cleared, Travis and I had a huge bubble of air around us. Only our legs stuck into the water.
He gasped and coughed. His whole body shuddered, but when he looked at me with blue, not brown, eyes, I knew the spell had been broken.
He started to sob— I mean horrible, heartbroken, heaving sobbing that didn't fit Travis at all. His entire body shook. His face was red. I reached a hand out to rest on his shoulder in a lame attempt at comfort, and he looked at me like he forgot I was there. He covered his face with his hands and buried his head into my shoulder after a beat, like he was just tired and couldn't fight it anymore.
Fish gathered to look at us — a school of barracudas, some curious marlins.
Scram! I told them.
They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intentions.
They were about to start rumours flying around the sea about the son of Poseidon and some boy at the bottom of Siren Bay.
"I'll get us back to the ship. It'll be okay," I said awkwardly, wrapping my arm around him. This was so unlike Travis I wasn't exactly sure what to say. Okay felt too cheap; it clearly wasn't okay.
Travis nodded and murmured something. I couldn't hear what he said from the wax in my ears but it looked like:
'Sorry.'
I wasn't sure what he was sorry for, but I replied:
"Don't be."
I made the current steer our weird little air submarine through the rocks and barbed wire and back toward the hull of the Queen Anne’s Revenge, which was maintaining a slow and steady course away from the island.
We stayed underwater, following the ship, until I judged we had moved out of earshot of the Sirens. Then I surfaced, and our air bubble popped.
I ordered a rope ladder to drop over the side of the ship, and we climbed aboard, me half dragging Travis up.
I kept my earplugs in, just to be sure. We sailed until the island was completely out of sight.
Travis sat huddled in a blanket on the forward deck, staring at the water like he wanted to jump back in and drown. I wondered if that was a side effect of hearing the Sirens' song or if that was Travis himself. He looked up at me finally, with red and sad eyes, and mouthed 'safe'.
I took out the earplugs. There was no singing. The only sound was the sound of waves against the hull and Travis' heavy breathing. The fog had burned away to a blue sky, as if the island of the Sirens was nothing but a dream.
"You okay?" I asked. It felt cheap, I know, but it was the only thing I could say.
"I am now." Travis lied. There was the faint smell of vomit in the air. He had thrown up somewhere nearby. I didn't mention it.
"That red-haired woman. That was your mom, wasn't it?" I asked. I didn't want to admit that I saw what the Sirens promised him. It felt private. But some things didn't make sense, and maybe it would help?
Travis nodded. He sniffled and pulled the blanket closer, "Yeah."
I realised Travis never mentioned his mom before. He and Connor were year-rounders, meaning they stayed at camp for the entire year like Annabeth. Usually that meant that they didn't have a home to return to. One that wanted them anyway.
"She's dead." Travis said quickly, like he knew what I was thinking, "I'm not like… I'm not…"
Not like Annabeth, he was going to say. Don't think she sucked, he meant.
"She died when Connor was a baby." Travis told me instead, "She was really into the Victorian era." He added, which explained the dress.
"Why did you look different? —like your mom, I mean." I asked.
Travis grinned awkwardly, or at least tried to. The redness around his eyes from sobbing kinda spoilt any attempt at looking upbeat. "Wouldn't you want to look less like the god of thieves? Kinda gives you a bad rep."
I let him joke. I could tell what he was doing: pretending that he was fine. I didn't point out that he already earned that rep by being a thief or that the pictures on the wall changed or that Connor's appearance didn't change. I felt like there was something else to it; I didn't know what, but I didn't ask.
"You kinda have her eyebags…and her curls…and her freckles." I offered lamely.
Travis smiled, genuinely this time. "Thanks, Perc."
“Does, Luke uh.... not like...” I swallowed, “Guys who.... you know, with other guys?”
Annabeth blinked, before bursting out laughing. My cheeks burned in embarrassment. Was it really a stupid question?
“No!" She said in between laughs, "He just doesn't like the Stolls!”
context: it's a during TLT, Travercy shot/fic (idk how long it'd be, i just started writing) and Luke looked mildly disgusted when he realized who Percy was pointing at and asking about and Percy came to the wrong conclusions
Not because I think they'd be good for eachother but because I personally believe Travis figured out he was Bi when someone bet him 25 cents to kiss Percy and he liked it.
Also cause I hc Percy having a crush on Hermes at least once and since I can't think of a feasible way to make that happen I'm going for the next best thing
The ship name is Travercy because it sounds a lot better than Pervis (also sounds like Traverse and you know, Hermes and travel)
