“gods, you’re such an idiot.”

“but you still love me anyways.”

reynabeth debate club au which i had the pleasure to work on with @bisexualpercy for the @pjohoominibang !! I’m super late, but i hope you guys like this!

5 Times Will Hated Winter + 1 Time He Didn’t - Part 5

“This was a very bad idea.” Will says for what seems like the hundredth time that day. Shopping in New York was a bad idea. Shopping in New York the weekend before Christmas was an even worse idea. Shopping in New York the weekend before Christmas with three other demigods was the worst idea he’d ever heard. And yet.

“Quit your whining, Solace.” Lou Ellen says over the noise of the New York traffic and other pedestrians passing by. “It’s not been that bad.”

Not been that bad. Not been that bad?! Nico had insisted (against Will’s better judgement) to shadow travel himself, Will, Lou Ellen, and Cecil to New York for a shopping trip, and had promptly collapsed as they’d landed. The only reason why Will hadn’t dragged them all back to camp was because Nico had stayed conscious, and seemed to regain his health when Will had stuffed him full of as much ambrosia as was safe. That, and the fact he still needed to get presents for his friends, persuaded Will to let them continue with their plans.

That was his first mistake.

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5 Times Will Hated Winter + 1 Time He Didn’t - Part 3

Will stands at the edge of the lake, staring forlornly at the mass of campers fooling around on the frozen surface. It was camp tradition that every December, the Boreas kids would freeze it into a huge homemade ice rink that the campers could skate on.

This isn’t Wills fondest Camp tradition. In fact, he doesn’t even particularly like skating. He only agreed to it this year because… well, because of Nico. Will curses himself, annoyed by the fact that the son of Hades seems to be occupying his thoughts more than is strictly healthy.

But he couldn’t help it. The way Nico gazed at the frosted surface with a mixture of longing and child-like wonder took his breath away. He found himself promising that they’d go together, and the small smile that tugged at the corner of Nico’s lips had be worth it. Had. Now he’s actually standing on the bank, in his too-small and highly uncomfortable skates, he’s starting to reconsider.

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5 Times Will Hated Winter + 1 Time He Didn’t - Part 2

Will groans as he is gently shaken awake by a pair of strong hands. No, his brain is telling him, you shouldn’t be awake now.

He tries to burrow his head into his pillow, but something is different about it. It’s hard and pointy and smells like Nico and…

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My part of the collab with the wonderful @magnuschasse / @omfg-otp . This was for the 2015 MiniBang, and goes with their fic!

Happy New Year, PJO fandom!

5 Times Will Hated Winter + 1 Time He Didn’t

A03

Will hated winter. Okay, hated might be over exaggerating it a bit; maybe ‘was mildly inconvenienced by’ would be better suited. Will was mildly inconvenienced by winter, and it was starting to annoy him.

This morning had started well; waking up as the sun rose, getting up, going for a morning walk. Camp was beautiful this time of year, with frost covering the grass that crunched under his feet and pretty icicles hanging down from most of the cabins porches.

It was as Will was returning from his morning stroll that things started to go wrong.

“Ahhh!” He exclaimed when his foot inevitably slipped on the ice covering the steps leading up to his cabin. He flailed his arms wildly, looking for something to hold on to, but of course it was too late. He went tumbling down the steps, landing painfully on his side, and hitting his elbow on the solid ground in the process.

After sitting in a daze for a few moments trying to collect himself, he heard Austin call his name, swiftly followed by him being surrounded by most of his siblings.

“Are you alright Will?” One of them was asking, and Will did a mental check of any injuries he might have gotten.

“Badly sprained ankle and a fractured elbow.” He groaned. Great, this was just what he needed.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the infirmary.” Kayla said, hooking his arm over her shoulder. “Austin give me a hand.”

Austin nodded, walking to Will’s other side, before heaving him to his feet. As soon as Will placed his injured foot on the ground it flared with pain that made him gasp slightly. He gritted his teeth, determined not to let Austin and Kayla do all the work as the hobbled off to the infirmary.

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My end of the collab with @ghostdog401 for the PJO/HOO mini bang! So it’s Sally and Percy! I kind of gave up on Sally and her teeth looks weird oops haha My partner should be posting their part soon! thank u to the references from google haha

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Sally Jackson heated the bathtub slowly, letting the water run from cold to pleasantly warm over her hand before turning to Percy.

“All right, you got your rubber duck?”

you and i against the rest of the world

i.

Annabeth liked her school. Maybe that made her sound strange, but she really didn’t care. It was big, with beautiful buildings, high ceilings and a lot of light so that she could sketch whatever she liked whenever she wanted to. The people (for the most part) were nice too, probably because it was an all girls’ boarding school and the most exciting thing that ever happened were the Friday cake sales. It was prestigious, too, and put her in a great place for starting college that fall.

Still, that didn’t make up for the fact that there was no Percy Jackson at her school.

Most of the girls knew about him, because Annabeth had mentioned him to a friend and the whole thing had sort of spiralled from there – rumours about him sneaking into her dorm at night, taking her on wild midnight dates and such.

And none of that had been true.

Annabeth had laughed at the ridiculous stories her classmates had come up with, how they barely scratched the surface of what exactly Percy and her had been up to (somehow, fighting monsters never quite made it onto their lists). None of it had been even half plausible – for one thing, Percy was on the other side of the country back in New York – until one night, when she woke up to the sound of something knocking on her window.

Someone.

She froze instantaneously at the noise, in spite of the fact that her eyes were still droopy from fatigue, and grabbed a knife from beneath her mattress. She’d been even more on edge than ever since going back to school, away from the security of camp and Percy and her friends. Tartarus had affected her more than she let it show.

Annabeth swung her feet onto the floor and crept towards the window, gripping her weapon tightly. She swept aside her curtain, expecting to find a monster –

“Percy?”

Illuminated in the soft yellow light of the lamppost outside was her boyfriend. He was crouched on the windowpane, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and his orange camp t-shirt. She wondered what the hell he was doing, and opened the window.

“Hey.” Percy said, all too loudly for her liking, as he climbed through the window.

Annabeth shushed him, “Seaweed Brain! D’you want everyone to wake up?” she hissed.

He only looked somewhat apologetic, “I just – sorry.”

His head dropped to stare at his feet. Annabeth could hardly believe her sleep-deprived eyes.

“Are you okay?” she said softly, “What’s going on?”

“I…I freaked out.”

And then it clicked. Annabeth knew his mom and Paul had gone away for the weekend; Percy had told her so only yesterday via Iris Message. Which meant that Percy – who, like her, suffered from severe panic attacks – was here because he was scared.

Annabeth took his clammy hand and led him over to her bed. Her room was dark, and she switched on her bedside lamp as they sat down so that she could study him more closely.

In the months that had passed since they’d escaped from Tartarus – since the war had ended – she’d seen a change in him. He didn’t laugh as much anymore. When he made jokes (and they were pretty rare) they were undermined by a cynical tone, usually something bitter, like he’d been chewing on a lemon. Physically, he looked different too – not necessarily in a bad way. She’d be lying if she said the way his hair was perpetually messier and how his green eyes darkened when he was angry didn’t turn her on just a little. But his shoulders were hunched over more frequently now, like he was trying to shield himself from something, and she knew he woke up most nights in a sweat.

She lay down and he mirrored her, squishing next to each other on her single bed.

“I was down there again,” he began, shifting to look at her, “Only you – you weren’t.” His voice broke on the last word.

“You’ll never go there alone,” she whispered, “Remember what I said?”

“You said together,” he said the words low, like a chant, like a prayer. “You said always.”

She wrapped a leg around one of his and cupped his face softly, ignoring the host of questions that she wanted to ask him – how he’d gotten to her so quickly, if he’d woken up feeling like his throat was trying to crawl out of his body. When she kissed him, it was chaste, light. They fell asleep with her head next to his and his arm around her waist. For once, neither of them dreamt of anything.

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This was so fun!! And on top of having fun, I got to work with a great artist who made the two pieces above! So thank you @marassberry for making such great pieces for my fic!

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Here you go, enjoy, Princess,” a pirate snarled at Annabeth. Annabeth groaned and grabbed the two pieces of bread and a small glass of water, which she’s been getting twice a day for how many weeks now? Three? Four? It doesn’t matter, it’s keeping her alive ‘till her parents come save her, which is the only hope Annabeth has been hanging onto.

After finishing off the rock hard bread and chugging down the water, Annabeth sat back down on her bed. Which was more like a long plank of wood with a single pillow and a thin blanket that covered a third of her body when she was laid down. Staring at her hand, Annabeth twisted the silver ring on her finger. She was to be married the day she was kidnapped.

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tumble down, falling fast to the ground

Woo 1 hour and 20 minutes early! This is my mini bang fic for @pjohoominibang! @fred-di-angelo did amazing art for it, which I’ll add a link to when they post it. I am mentally exhausted from this, writing 5k in 7 hours is a lot (don’t do it kids).

Shoutout to @groveroverwood for giving my Percy’s superhero name. An even bigger shoutout to @zoenightstars for not only listening to me panic and encouraging me, but also spending an hour with me looking through really awfulsuperhero names and oceanic terms. <3

Title from Crystals by Of Monsters and Men

“Okay, all things considered, that went pretty well,” Percy said with a light laugh. He wiped his mouth, smearing blood across his cheek.

Grover dragged him in by the arm. “Again, your definition of ‘well’ is really wrong. Like very, seriously wrong.”

“That was amazing, Percy!” Rachel shouted from by the consuls. She coughed and glanced over her shoulder at Sally. “I mean, you should really be more careful.”

Bianca just snorted. “Little slow there,” she muttered, replaying the footage from a different angle.

Sally looked away, her eyes immediately landing on Percy’s injuries.

Percy pulled away from Grover, holding his arms out. “I’m not dead,” he said to her quickly. “I’m not even that badly injured. Just a few scrapes and bruises. No need to call Will.”

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My end of the collab with @grimreapercy, They did the writing for an amazing fanfic and I took some scenes and drew them. This is for @pjohoominibang

you and i against time | a mix for those who want to get lost together | based off of a fanfiction from @lilypxtter

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My art for @knownopain6426‘s story as part of the @pjohoominibang.

Art for @rainagainstmywindow‘s beautiful fic and my contribution to the PJO/HOO Mini Bang.

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