As we know, the iconic opening line of The Lightning Thief is the framing of the whole story. Percy is narrating, and unlike in other first person POVs, he tells us he's narrating instead of just....diving in, I guess.

But who is he narrating TO?

In Percy Jackson's Greek gods and Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes, he does the same, only he says he was approached by a publisher, was promised Pizza, and says the books are TOTALLY fictional. Wink, wink. Etc..

So obviously, Percy knows about "Percy Jackson and the Olympians".

Well, as you all know from Demigods and Magicians, The Son of Sobek, the Kane Chronicles exist in the same universe. Carter sees a pegasus flying from Manhattan, and Rachel Dare sees the Brooklyn House from her mansion on the waterfront in ToA. However the others don't, even though the Mist/Duat doesn't always work on demigods.

We have our answer, of course, in the Kane Chronicles. Rick Riordan wrote himself into his own series. He received the contents of the books from Carter and Sadie by mail and Sadie even directly references him.

But does that mean that the others are aware of it? The Olympians? The Egyptian pantheon?

My theory? In his own universe, Rick Riordan exists and is heavily shielded by the Mist. He had dreams about Percy's first quest a decade+ before he was born and wrote a book about it. He may be a legacy of Apollo with retrocognitive abilities, which is why The Lightning Thief was published "so long ago". That serves to explain why the book is always set "five years ago", as the series evolves, and explains why the book has so many dated references. Alternatively, the dreams could have just fit themselves into his frame of modernity in 2004. Or else he purposely changed them, because how could he explain later events to an audience pre-smartphones, for instance? And the Kanes knew from those books that Rick Riordan was a safe person to send the recordings to.

The Fates may also be involved. The story is crucial to their own plans, and this is how they choose to get it out in the world. Would make a fun fanfiction I think.

Hi. Any fics with Percy in ancient Greece? Preferably 100k words. I read the Hero Unsung and would love more like it. Bonus if Percy has a male love interest.

Ideally looking for Percabeth, post Tartarus, high school/college setting. Mortal friends interactions would be a bonus! Failing that, any good Percy-centric post Tartarus happy fics would be welcome.

I suppose it's fan fiction related! Many people consider The Court of the Dead, where the Minotaur makes his most recent appearance, to be little more than fanfiction 💀

Kinda came up a new idea for Jason Grace and this time him with an altered parentage. So we have seen the trend in the newest Solangelo book that 2 of the previously supposed virgin goddesses: Minerva (whose virign nature was a issue for Annabeth in the eyes of Romans) and Hestia having descendants. Tho none of these kids have much plot relevance nor are how they came from their divine ancestories explained much.

But I have a got a much better one and that being Jason's in a new au where Jason is the son of Juno (who is way more paternal material to him than either Jupiter, Lupa or Beryl ever could be given how she lamented his death while Jupiter and Lupa barely batted eyes Ironic given Lupa pressurized Jason for being weak while training him and Jupiter's lineage only brought Jason pressure to lead yet never got a chance to properly converse with his father.)

How this au would work like that Jason would be born of Beryl and one of her actor lovers cuz Zeus dumped her after Thalia was born and never brought back. Kid Thalia was jealous of baby Jason intially given how much Beryl doted on him (tho it was cuz she expected to rise to fame again by mothering a child with a famous actor albeit only for Jason's real father to deny child support and marry someone else) tho she slowly started to bond with him relaizing how conditional Beryl's attention for Jason was (she started hating him more than Thalia by the time he was around five-six months old to the extent of trying to staple his mouth shut giving him the lip scar).

Meanwhile on Olympus thanks to Eris, Hera found out that Zeus broke his oath to sire a new demigod and to placate her anger, Zeus manipultes Hera to think that Jason is his son and Thalia is Beryl's mortal daughter. Hera gets the charge of Jason's life as long as she swore on the Styx to never harm Thalia after this. Of course Hera appears in the Grace household and Beryl to save herself happily hands over 1 yr old Jason over to her to save herself while Thalia was away at school. But after taking Jason away and intending to eliminate him, Hera realzies Zeus has duped him with a mortal baby instead. Of course she feels cheated and also partly repentant before being shocked to see how less scared and clingy toddler Jason was to her. That led her to swap to her aspect as Juno and going true to her word of 'going against her husabnd's back to do the right thing', Juno decides to adopt Jason as her son keeping the Fates witnesd (turning him into a full time demigod by breastfeeding him and channeling some of her essence into him that way). It was not only meant to spite Jupiter but also someone who would bring unity and peace to the Roman side currently undergoing moral.decay given they had taken too much of war and military glory to their heads.

Jason is sent to be raised by a young veteran living in New Rome alone tho Juno keeps close tabs on her child appearing in mortal guise from time to time. Cue this version of Jason thus grows up to be more emotionally connected to society having a father and mother figure in his life instead of having being taught to just value his strength and duty to the legion which being left with Lupa did to him as well as having to deal with lesser expectations thrown onto him. Tho this version of Jason has a harder time to rise to power in the legion and pratoership given his origin form Juno and his ideology clashing with traditonal Roman ones making him being deemed as a airhead by most intially but later as the glue of New Rome. (Another reason why chaos unfolds when he vanishes and Reyna was so desperate for a new prateor companion)

Powers of Juno lineage Jason: He would keep his core wind powers and flight the same given Juno is the Queen of the heavens (albeit a bit weaker). In addition he would gain desmokinesis aka power over bonds in general (which would be an evolved power of Reyna's bond where he would not only be able to channel strength to his allies but also gain strength based on their trust on him. Also while thanks to that power he would able to understand bonds between others which makes him a natural charmisactic mediator and peacekeeper without charmspeak) as well as the ability to talk to Juno's sacred animals (aka peafowl, cows, geese and cuckoo) and mastery over combat and protection (which would manifest in Jason's ability not only have weapon skills but also able to create defensive barriers and blasts out of telekinetic energy)

I read 'Falling for you' and some fics here and there but otherwise i am relatively new when it comes to Pjo fics. Recommendations?

I think these are from the same fic/series, but all ive got it a couple scenes.

An older demigod who got apollos "protector or youth" domain strongly. He almost killed tantalus? Or maybe he did. Was not a canon demigod seen in the books.

Percy getting roped into a family with with aphrodite, ares and their immortal and mortal children. This comes back as a reference later? Percy telling ares "ive been to your family dinners"

If its a time travel, it was one with thalia, nico and percy. NOT Once More. I read 2 similar stories within a couple weeks and I can't find the other one. On ao3, probably completed

Edit: there was also one with the satyr population declining, and it was revealed that the reason they kept denying grovers searchers license was so he could stay at camp and have kids, basically.

I’m looking for other fics either similar or adjacent the fic ‘That’s not my uncle’ by porfirio.

I think the concept of Percy fixing the narrative by giving Luke a ‘father’ figure is such an interesting take.

Super hard to sort through fics like that though so if there are any recommendations I would love them.

I’ll also take fics about Luke raising Percy as well.

Basically in the books, Chiron tells Percy about the fact that it would be good for the son of Poseidon to return the bolt since Zeus is accusing his dad. Then Percy agrees, goes up and gets his prophecy and Chiron lets Annabeth be invisible at some point and lets her listen in on a private conversation and they together sort of force Percy to take her as the third party in the quest. Since Annabeth tells Percy to complete the quest he will need her. (Which has always gotten me mad like the dude as been there a week and you are already manipulating him)

But what if Percy just swears on the river Styx he had nothing to do with it and refuses to go. (In the instance Sally was not taken). Maybe annabeth does the quest or someone else. But whatever it is Percy doesn’t be the errand boy for Zeus

Anteros didn't exactly win the lottery at birth.

Sure, he's the son of a member of the Olympic Council. Aphrodite herself, no less... But does that necessarily mean anything good?

From the moment he was born, it was clear he would serve as part of his mother’s retinue. As a daemon linked to the concept of romance, there was no other destiny for him but to serve with a smile.

For what else could little Anteros do? He was not a force of sensuality like Himerus nor an embodiment of romantic sentiment like Pothos. Nor was he like Peitho or Paregoros,his older sisters, whose words could shape anyone’s will as easily as butter.

And let’s not even talk about Eros! Oh, the great Eros... The most powerful of all. His mother’s favorite.

How could he possibly compare to him? No, no, no... Anteros could never, not even in his wildest dreams, be like any of his siblings.

He was a small spirit of requited love. The kind that unfolds slowly and ordinarily, without drama or unbridled passion. That love that Aphrodite, the most passionate and primordial, could barely register because of how insignificant it was compared to the rest.

So he had no choice but to obey. To become the straggler flying behind the rest of his brothers, with his slow and fragile butterfly wings, while he took care of fixing the "collateral damage" they caused all the time.

And he hated it. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it.

He shouldn’t be there, cleaning up the mess after every tragedy and avenging hearts broken, broken by the whims of the heavens. He shouldn’t be the one who arrived after every misfortune.

Because humans saw him getting involved with such horrible things. They saw him and believed that was his function.

And then mortals began to hate him! They called him the Anti-Love! The opposite of the magnanimous god Eros!

But it wasn’t his fault! It wasn’t his nature! He was... He was...

...

It was because of his origins, wasn't it?

It had to be. It must to be.

What else could explain it?

Oh, hail Anteros, the Most Pathetic of the Gods, son of the infidelity of the goddess of love to her faithful and devoted husband. Begotten by the betrayal that is the antithesis of his very existence.

The core of his divinity was mutilated the moment he was conceived.

And it hurt him so much.

It hurt to be the way he was.

It hurt that her mother had betrayed the emotions she claimed to protect.

It hurt to be the biological son of a man who didn’t even acknowledge his existence.

It hurt... that Hephaestus no longer wanted him around.

He didn’t say it aloud, but it showed in his eyes. The way he compared Anteros to that wretch Ares. The way he couldn’t separate the existence of the boy he had raised from his wife’s betrayal.

How he saw him as nothing more than a symbol of his own humiliation!

But... but it couldn’t be like that, could it? There must still be love beneath all those layers. He raised him, damn it, that doesn't just disappear like that.

No...

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Dad, no. Dad... Dad! Please, don’t hate me! Love me! Love me, please! I’m your son! I’m your little butterfly! Your Anteros!

Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! I need you! I hate this! I hate what they’re doing to me! Mom won’t listen to me! And the mortals barely leave me any offerings!

They don't even consider me my brother's partner anymore after Psyche's ascension! To them, I’m nothing but an evil spirit!

Please... I’m scared, Dad. I don't know what will happen to me when they forget me.

I want to go home.

I want to return to your forge.

I want you to sit me on your lap when I was little.

Please, Dad...

...

...

...

...

I don’t want to die alone.

I am looking for fanfic where Percy dies and what happens next. Like is Peseidon or Annabeth takes revenge for Percy or maybe they are looking for a way to make Percy alive. A fanfiction telling Persi's story in Elysium would also be great. Did he meet Luke there and how meeting with Silena and Beckendorf go? Could anyone help me?

Part 6! Part 6 of my “What if Percy has a psychopathic twin brother?” Drabble series! You can read the previous post here. We have Clarisse’s POV and it’s in one of my favorite parts of Lighting Thief: Capture the Flag scene!

WARNING: Just to be on the safe side, there is blood, violence, injury + the twins being a little… feral. I don’t think I can write fight scenes that well, but this is a Drabble so you can have low expectations.

Anyways, let’s go:

Clarisse was already scowling by the time the horn went off.

So what if she dragged a group of her siblings with her? She already accounted for the flag to be protected. Plus, she was heading for those two runts that made a fool out of her. Winning is great, but revenge is sweet.

She still didn’t know what the Hades happened. Those two scrawny boys with Wise Girl had the nerve to talk back to her, and then they even attempted to fight back. She gotta admit, they got spunk, but they were overpowered quite easily with her putting one of the twins in a headlock and jabbing the other in the gut and gripping his hair. It was also easy as she got two of her sisters to help. She was just about to give those two a good damn swirly but then the freaking pipes shot out and splashed everyone but them.

Clarisse’s face still gets red with anger as she remembered how the twins fell back laughing at her and her sisters, who were completely dretched in toliet water (Ew!).

So yeah, Clarisse was going to teach those two a lesson. She just got to find them.

Well, it didn’t take long. The two annoyances were on Zephyros Creek, seemingly on boarder patrol. It must be a trap of some kind, but from the looks of it, they were completely alone, not to mention it’s only been, what, days, a week at most, that they’ve been here, meaning that they didn’t have enough training.

Clarisse smirked as she motioned the other campers to cross the creek. The moment they advanced, the twins’ attention snapped back to them, apprehension in their stances. One of them (Peter? Percy? Eh, Prissy sounds better) gripped his shield while the other (damn, she forgot his name, Phil something?) starred daggers at them, a hand on the other’s shoulder.

“So, um-“ Prissy stammered, obviously intimidated. “Hey. What are you guys… doing here?”

Clarisse scoffed. “What does it look like?”

Phil (that’s his name, right?) spoke up. “A gang.”

Prissy pointed at him. “Yeah, second that.”

Her face turned dark. The boys’ faces turned a little more nervous now. She knew that look from anywhere. They were getting ready to run like the cowards they were. Clarisse wouldn’t give them a chance.

“Charge!” She yelled.

The twins were soon surrounded. They fought back but with five against two, they were quickly overwhelmed. She then pulled out her father’s gift to her: Maimer, an electric spear.

Prissy held onto Phil as they tried, emphasis on tried, to get away, but with the slashes that already were bleeding, they were weak. “H-Hey! Chiron said no maiming!”

Clarisse shrugged. “Oops. Guess I lost my dessert privileges.”

And then she jabbed Prissy, or at least tried to. She got Phil instead, who managed to twist their bodies so he got hit instead.

“Phil!” Prissy yelled. Phil groaned, his body twitching. Yeah, that ain’t going to go away soon.

Prissy turned to her with a scowl and he picked up his sword and lunged. She parried the sword easily and knocked him down. The twins were then pushed into the creek as they all laughed. And for a sweet moment, Clarisse felt satisfied.

Until one of her siblings had their helmet knocked clean off in the next second and is now laying down in the creek, groaning but not getting up.

She turned around just in time to see the twins getting back up, and then they charged at the rest of them. Their faces were a masked of determination. Two of her siblings faced them. One twin ducked and then slammed his shield into one of them and knocked them to the ground. The other twin, the one who’s grinning (the hell?), slashed his sword at her brother’s arm, and before her brother could even finish a yelp, the grinning twin kicked him and slammed the butt of his sword to the side of his head, well, helmet.

Clarisse’s grip tightened on her spear. What is going on?! she thought. They were stumbling like new baby deers or something but now they were fighting like they were training forever. She was not going to lose to some new campers over a fluke!

She launched herself at the nearest twin, the electricity ready. Before she could reach him, pain shot through her side. She stumbled and turned to see a murderous glare that seemed to make his eyes brighter(?).

“You are not going to touch my brother, again!”

She picked herself. She gave a glance to her right side. Her armor had a huge dent, and she can feel a throbbing ache on the right side of her abdomen. Did- Did Percy almost stab her through her armor?! Dam, it hurts, and it’ll probably bruise too. And from the looks of it, Percy knows as well as he looked at her her with a mixed look. Something disgustingly close to regret. Pity.

“Not my fault your brother’s an easy target!” She shot back.

Whatever expression he was making washed away as his eyes narrowed. He attacked and she blocked it a few times. His movements were vicious but they were still a little sloppy. She managed to get more space before rearing her arm back. Surely, surely she can make it! There was an open-

Someone kicked the back of her knee. She yelled and then her hair was yanked and she was suddenly tasting sand. She sputtered and looked up. A smiling face greeted her.

“You forgot me,” Phil said simply, letting go of her hair. Behind him was yet another knocked out Ares kid, the fourth one who had kept Phil occupied.

Clarisse looked forward. Her spear was in Percy’s shield and then he pulled it. He twisted it in his grip before he snapped her spear, her gift from Ares, from her father, in half using his shield.

Clarisse felt her heart drop. Outwardly, she screamed at them, spewing out curses at the damn twins who made a fool out of her. Phil paid her no mind, moving to take his place next to Percy, who was looking at her but his attention was quickly on Phil. Phil’s eyes were sparkling now, almost ecstatic. That made her feel a chill. While she felt good about winning before, this was something much weirder. It didn’t help that she could perfectly hear their conversation.

Phil’s face was of pure adoration at he looked at Percy. “That was so awesome! Did you see what we did?”

“Yeah,” Percy muttered, still holding on the remains of her spear.

Percy’s lackluster response made Phil groan. “Why do you look sad? You just beat the s- um, crap out of- wait, what’s her name?”

He doesn’t even remember her name?! What the actual-

Phil waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever. Either way, you did good.” He sighed. “This was a good rush. I haven’t had this much fun since elementary school! Remember that time I beat up José until his face was blue? Now that was pretty fun.”

Clarisse blinked. First of all, what the Hades? Second of all, this was the first time Phil ever spoken more than a sentence since he got here. He was supposed to be moody. What is this?

“Having swords makes it less fun though. I’d rather make them hurt myself, you know?” He scoffed. “Oh well. I have other chances. You think we can do it again? Oh!” He clapped his hands. “You think they’d have brass knuckles here? I’ve been dying to try punching something!”

Clarisse wanted to scream again. Just what the heck is wrong is them, specifically Creep over there?! Did he- Did he genuinely enjoy everything? She suddenly remembered that grin, those dark eyes that seemed to finally look alive, and she held her tongue because that kid is not normal in the slightest, even by demigod standards. She knows bloodlust, but this creep seems almost eager, almost wanting a high or something. (In the back of her mind, it reminded her of monsters.)

Percy dropped the remains of her spear in the water. He pulled Creep into a hug. Whatever was said next was too low but it ended with Creep’s expression going blank before another smile, this time more small, was shown. He ruffled Percy’s hair gently as they both continued to whisper, completely ignoring everything else in favor of being in their own little world.

Gods, this whole thing was a mess, and it also didn’t help that her team lost as well as the Blue Team grabbed her team’s flag. The team cheered as her team grumbled, some even throwing their weapons to the ground. This whole thing was a trick after all.

All she could do was bit the inside of her mouth. She was going to avoid those brothers when this is done. She wasn’t scared! She wasn’t a coward! She just need to lay down, just for a moment, and finally breathe.

Freaks, the both of them.

Bonus! :)

Percy was angry, more angry than he ever felt. He hadn’t felt this angry in a long while. It wasn’t the anger he was used to; it was something burning like acid.

“You were there the whole time,” he hissed out, “and you didn’t help at all?”

Annabeth, who was just invisible mind you, at least had the courtesy to look away. “I was going to help you but then you two got back up so I stayed hidden. You two didn’t need help.”

“We could’ve died!” Percy snapped. Philip next to him only stayed silent, seemingly more focused on Percy’s anger.

(The water in the creek rippled behind them. Philip held Percy’s hand. The water calmed before anyone even noticed a thing.)

“I could’ve lost my brother!”

“It was all part of my strategy! Clarisse wouldn’t have killed you two. At worst, you two would be in the infirmary.”

Percy scoffed. He found that very hard to believe. Philip was stabbed with an electric spear. It was coming for him but Philip switched them at the last moment. Sure, Philip didn’t seem that hurt now (as well as Percy. Weird) but still. Percy felt that same helplessness with their mom when he couldn’t stop that Minotaur. And just minutes ago, he thought he failed again. Maybe that’s why he snapped that spear in the moment it wasn’t in Clarisse’s grip. She was going in for a second time. He would never have a repeat of what happened.

Annabeth continued, looking at both at them with mild surprise. “Your injuries…”

“What about them?”

She pointed at his right arm. “Look.”

Percy looked at his arm where a slash happened. To his shock, instead of the bloodly line he expected, there was just a thin stretch. And before long, it vanished before his eyes.

He looked at Philip, who’s bruised elbow was turning from an aching red back to their share tanned skin tone.

“What?” Philip muttered, being just as confused as Percy was.

Annabeth took a step back. “Step out of the water. Both do you.”

With great reluctance, they did. Percy’s limbs suddenly felt heavy all of a sudden. Philip grabbed him by the arm but Percy saw the tired look on his face too. Whatever this was, it was something weird. And whatever this was made Annabeth’s face drain of color.

You would think it ended there, but no. The three heard a growl and turned to face a giant black hound with red eyes and fangs too long that shouldn’t belong to a dog of any sort.

Whatever that monster was, it launched itself straight at Percy. Percy felt himself being pulled back and suddenly Philip was in front of him. Percy cried out a “No!” but Philip reared his fist back and-

SMACK!

It was a sick, wet sound that made Percy cringe. The hound let out a growl as it staggered back. Philip winced, muttering a curse word that would make Mom disappointed. His knuckles was turning a deep purple, bleeding, and his hand was shaking a lot. The hound finally gathered itself up and, looking more mad than before, made another attempt at them but before it could, arrows landed inside its neck, killing it instantly.

Percy let out a breath as he held on Philip. He ignored the yells around them as he focused on Philip’s hand.

“I think I need ice,” Philip muttered.

Yeah right, he needs something more than that. Do they even have painkillers here? They should. Bandages too. Percy only knows basic first aid so he has to act quick. Now, where is-

“Philip, please get in the water. Both of you actually.”Annabeth said. “Chiron, just look!”

“Why should I-“

Annabeth cut Philip off with an almost desperate look. “Just do it.”

Philip stared at her. Then, he took more and more steps backwards into the creek. Percy followed, and something in his chest loosened as they did. Philip’s hand soon returned back to normal, and it even flexed normally. The rest of Percy’s cuts vanished away too, as if he was never in the fight to begin with.

Everyone was staring at them, then they started to kneel one by one. Percy looked up to find a green glowing trident above him and Philip’s heads.

“Poseidon. Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail Perseus and Philippos Jackson, the Sons of the Sea God.”

Well, at least that answered who their dad was.

For Arachne, life was... a piece of shit.

Not for any particular reason, she was simply born into a life destined to be utterly miserable.

I mean, how else would you describe being a woman in a peasant family in the Lydian region? She was born a possession of her parents: voiceless and with no right to decide anything about her life.

She couldn't even rely on others while growing up. She was the only girl among her siblings, and the oldest, to boot. Basically, from the moment she could walk, she was saddled with the task of looking after her younger brothers.

And, let her tell you, it's not a thankful job at all.

Of course, some will say, "But Arachne, at least you still had family and friends in your village." And they would be right if a certain ruler of the territory hadn't offended a local deity by offering fewer gifts than the previous year.

Because what better way to express your displeasure with a specific mortal than to send two drakons to raze the villages in the area? Two drakons who took the opportunity to feast on hundreds of innocents, among whom were Arachne's parents.

And so, ladies and gentlemen, Arachne was orphaned.

Orphaned, without a source of support, with her village devastated, and becoming the only paternal figure for the myriad younger siblings under her wing.

Oh, not to mention that, since her parents ended up in the stomachs of a magical snake, they couldn't receive funeral services and were condemned to wander the earth as ghosts for centuries.

What followed were YEARS of backbreaking work. Barely enough time to eat, rest, or do anything other than strive to bring bread home.

She had to bury with her own hands the siblings she couldn't save from hunger, cold, or disease.

She had to watch the man she loved marry another woman because, for her, being in a relationship would mean abandoning her siblings.

And for what? So that those who did reach adulthood would leave her to join a group of "mercenaries" (Arachne was quite certain they were just bandits who were slightly cleaner than usual)? Without thanking her for her sacrifices or anything... Leaving her alone, in her late twenties. With no chance of marrying anyone other than a weird, perverted old man.

Arachne wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. But instead, she knitted.

Because knitting was all she had left. The only hobby she'd been able to maintain in a life of constant work.

Because knitting was the only thing in the world Arachne could think of doing to keep from going mad. The only thing she truly had left.

So she wove and wove and wove. She channeled all her rage, sadness, pain, betrayal, and guilt into every thread.

And the result was... beautiful.

Arachne never thought she could use her skills to create beautiful things. Until then, she had limited herself to making useful things for fear of wasting resources unnecessarily.

And then a thought struck her... If she could create such beautiful things, couldn't she sell them for a good price?

Couldn't she use her skills so she never had to work in the sun again?

The result was a resounding success.

First, merchants and wealthy men came for her work, but soon creatures she never imagined would be interested in a mortal like herself appeared... Satyrs, centaurs, and nymphs.

They all emerged from the forests and mountains to commission her. Her!

She wouldn't lie, she loved being recognized for her work. Perhaps a little too much, but didn't she truly deserve a touch of pride? She had suffered greatly and was now receiving her just reward.

Even kings politely asked her to weave tapestries for them!

Kings!

Politely!

Arachne never thought those two words could possibly go together in a sentence!

Of course, like everything in life, nothing was perfect.

For every compliment she received, someone told her to be grateful to Athena for that gift.

For every person who gave her gifts to win her favor (or heart), someone asked her if she often made offerings to the gods to thank them for her good fortune.

Need mention how much that bothered her?

Because it bothered her.

It bothered her a lot!

Arachne prayed in the past!

She prayed a lot!

And how many times did the heavens take pity on her misery?

NOT

A

FUCKING

ONCE

If anything, the gods were responsible for her miserable life in the first place!

And now she's supposed to thank them for something that was entirely HER merit?

As if she wasn't the one weaving day and night, perfecting her skills until her fingers bled!

As if she wasn't the one baring her soul to create the most expressive works possible, despite how much it hurt at times!

Fuck the gods and fuck Athena!

Over her dead body she would share the glory she had so deservedly earned!

So we know that in the Son of Neptune, Gaia called Percy her ideal pawn as well as later a mini buildup on him having to make an important choice in the war against her.

So if such a situation rose and Percy was asked by the goddess to choose between the lives of the rest of the seven (including Annabeth) and his own family (Sally and Paul) what do you think he would choose? This is assuming that even with stretched plot armor he cannot realistically defeat the goddess alone to save both.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/72125501/chapters/187760041 I read this and I immediately need more fics with the same plot lol (also idk what flair to use)

So this fanfic had Percy having a sister ,I think she was his twin. She had gotten in contact with their grandmother Rhea when Gabe nearly killed her (at least I think he tried to do that), in that fic the twin gave Medusa her grandma's number or address so that she may go there because Rhea would help her, I don't know if this fanfic also has when she goes to the fates directly when she sees them.in their disguise.

Have a good day!

I'm writing an oc-centric fic, so i'd like to ask: what do you like seeing in one, and what makes you stop reading one?

Me personally, I like ocs that explore parts of canon we don't see, with a fun power set and has great dynamics with canon characters. I don't prefer canon retellings, or when ocs wind up replacing a canon character.