JAY WHEN I CATCH YOU JAY!!

hey, there's a story called "FAIRPLAY" in this one-part book of klayley stories. the ending of this story was a disappointment for me. i wanted klaus to regret what he did over time, to miss hayley and fight to win her back. can you please read this story and write a sequel in a different way? https://www.wattpad.com/619262551-klayley-one-shots-short-stories-fairplay

Klaus

She was gone. All traces of Hayley Marshall, his little wolf, were wiped out from New Orleans. He shook his head at the thought. She was no longer his anymore, then why did her absence gnaw at him, a strange emptiness nothing could fill. It was as if she was never there except for the scathing looks the wolves directed at him behind his back which he knew were well deserved on his part, the endless bickerings of his siblings which have worsened over time with none to mediate in between and a dull everpresent ache in his chest further served as a constant reminder which only intensified the more he though of her. You would think with her gone there wouldn’t be much to think about, but bloody hell, every little thing promoted him to think of her. She was nowhere and she was everywhere , it was maddening. Even his room smelt of her. No matter how much perfume of her own Camilie tried to smear against the sheets or fill up the room with her things. The room still smelt of his little wolf so much he could barely breathe. Not just his room but the whole damned compound. It's as if the mansion itself was also holding onto Hayley with everything. He wouldn’t be surprised. Initially, Hayley had hated the Abattior, but over time, it grew on her so much so that she , Rebekah and Kol had gone on a renovation spree with Elijah contributing useful inputs. He? He had merely watched in absolute enjoyment as Hayley conquered the Abattior for her own, interfering only when it was asked of him.

"Klaus?" The soft timbre of Camilie's voice dragged him back to the present; one of their usual dinners Camille arranged at her house to talk about things that bothered him. He understood Camilie's efforts to fill the void Hayley had left behind but that was an impossible task. "Just marveling at human stupidity. " He remarked in regard to a client she was telling him about which for the life of him he couldn’t focus on. Maybe he didn't like such talks after all. You listened to Hayley talk of her day. You even talked about your own with her. His traitorous mind reminded him but that was a different matter. It was nigh impossible not to listen to the Hayley's regal, firm and commanding voice that had a certain lilt to it that allured all who heard it. That and their conversations were so spontaneous from Faction politics to wolf stuff to his own adventures to vampire history, the way he had eliminated his enemies in the past and how he would eliminate them currently, an outing in which she happily tagged along.

Even their dinners were either private or spent with the whole family, mostly the latter given how much Hayley and he himself enjoyed it. He had tried that with Camilie, but the Mikaelsons had always been a tightly knit family, and Hayley was adored by all without exception. So his family was neither subtle nor gentle in their hostility against Camilie. Even Marcel seemed unwilling to have her presence at the family dinner. Rebekah never the one to be fond of sweet Cami as she put it had nearly killed Camillie on learning what had transpired had he not intervened. Even he was feeling the unwelcome looks of his own family, and dining in his room was out of question. He hated food crumbs littering his space. The only exception was Hayley whenever she felt like stuffing her face with ice cream late at night. He had tried to get her to stop but she had given him a look that said either we both stay or I go and she never let ice cream fall and even if it did he could just lick it off her skin. Yes, he was going mad with missing her. His family had given him enough shit as is for it as if he didn't know how badly he had botched things. He remembered how it had started when he was on one of his trips to the Bayou and had overheard a Pack elder talking to Hayley, "You need a true wolf with you, not one who never shifts and would never give you heirs. For the prosperity of the pack, the Labonair line must be continued, so I suggest you find another to mate with just for the sake of heir."

He had waited, and nothing came. Not the vehement denial he was expecting to hear from her, not a single word. Like she was considering that abhorrent prospect. He had left so quickly, and the coming days had worsened his paranoia given her time at the Bayou increased day by day. He had become so miserable that Camilie had said it was etched on his face, so he had taken the blond bartender therapist on her offer to talk. He had drank so much that night till he was absolutely hammered. And he couldn’t quite remember what happened after or how he could have done it, but he slept with Camilie. He was so disgusted that he kept his distance from her but only humored her talks because he knew he needed the therapy sessions lest he somehow took it out on Hayley, and that was unacceptable. He had also kept it a secret for once it was out, his family would murder Camilie, or perhaps Hayley would do it herself. He still hadn't found the wolf acquaintance of hers, but he would soon. He was going to come clean at the end of the ball, but it all boiled over by then, and she chose to oust him and Camilie by funking that bastard Sergio. He had never seen so much red marring his vision. The fucker was a dead man for all his lifetimes had Hayley not gone as far as to kill Camilie to protect him and then she had left, without a word. Fled, away from him. His raw instinct exhorted him to chase her to ends of earth and darg her back but his family had vehemently opposed him and Elijah had talked him down emphasising on Hayley needing time and some space. His second instinct was to hunt down the bastard Sergio, chop him into pieces, and display his head as a decoration on the mantle piece, the only thing stopping him was that he didn't wish to hurt Hayley anymore than he already had though the fact that she felt something for that fucker or any other made him want to burn down the world. But if Hayley needed time, he would give it to her, for they both had eternity at their disposal. And he could always kill the bastards who had dared to look her way later. And anyways his vampires were tailing Hayley every now and then to ensure her safety. Whatever the current state between them, he would never leave his little wolf at the mercy of his enemies. While she was far from defenseless, he needed this peace of mind.

And his sources informed him she would be returning to New Orleans soon and Klaus had never heard sweeter words than these before. Now he would reclaim his little wolf, his Queen even if he had to grovel for all eternity.

What had confused Klaus, however, was the fact that Hayley only slept with the bastard Sergio to get back at him and Camilie. However, what the hell happened to the proposal of the pack elder? After Hayley left, he had barged into the Bayou and coerced her beta Zelina into answering. He had nearly killed the woman for assuming the role of alpha as anyone other than his little wolf as the alpha was a preposterous thought. Since Hayley herself had appointed the woman in her absence, he would let it slide this once. With further coercion she divulged the fact that Hayley had not said anything to the elder at the moment because most of the pack was present to hear his proposal however later on she had almost slaughtered the elder in person for even insinuating such a suggestion. She had spent days after trying to make more developments in the pack system and had written countless rules the next alpha should follow. She had even ensured necessary facilities and amenities that would help the back prosper even in her absence so she wouldn't have to give Klaus up. It had taken every single shred of control to not go looking for Hayley for all this time, but now that she was finally returning, he couldn’t bloody wait.

Camillie

Camilie had noticed how distracted he was and tried to glue his attention to her but Klaus ended the dinner quickly and left. She had slipped in a potion she had received as a favor from the witches to get Klaus to sleep with her but no matter what she did , he always looked set on Hayley alone. She knew she would have to atone for what she did to her friends for the rest of her life and she would.She wanted someone like Klaus for herself but it would never be and she had made peace with that.

Klaus

He couldn’t stand the room in Abattior given how much it suffocated him and with his wayward thoughts sleep seemed unlikely so he settled for staring at the countless paintings of his little wolf filling his art studio for it was the only way he could placate the need to not go find her.

Hayley

The air of New Orleans made her too nostalgic. She wasn’t sure how she managed to stay away for so long. She knew Klaus's vampires were tailing her, and while she loathed it initially, she couldn’t help but like the gesture of him watching over her. After her anger had calmed down the violent need to go see, Klaus overtook her. She missed him so much. Were she not busy with observing and visiting other wolf packs and exterminating any threats to the Crescents, she would have gone mad. Bekah had called her to tell her Nik messed up once cause he was too drunk and that the bitch Cami must have slipped him something and she should return, Hayley had told her that even before that Klaus had become retracted, closed off. He stopped his surprise visits to Bayou or stopped being home altogether. Their spontaneous conversations became few and far in between in the days that followed, and she loathed it so much. The fact that he slept with Cami was the last nail in the coffin. Sergio, being the loyal friend that he is, had stuck with her all this time. It was after all his idea to take a trip back cause he couldn’t bear to see her unravel like that. "You need closure,Hayley. " And here she was. "Don’t zone out now. There's a procession here to welcome you," whispered Sergio from behind her. She snapped her attention back to present, and indeed, most of her pack and the entirety of the Mikaelson family save for Klaus were here to greet her. The first family she ever truly had. Tears welled up, but she stifled them like she stifled the pang of pain at Klaus's absence. She vamped to them and hugged Bekah first, who almost crushed her into a hug, not intent on letting go. Di(Davina), Freya, and Keelin joined in immediately after. Separating from the ladies she offered Elijah, Kol , Marcel, and Vincent a huge grin, they all reciprocated before greeting Zelina and the rest of the pack. "You have to come to the Abattior, Hayley, no questions asked. We will kick Nik out for a few days if need be." She laughed at the suggestion. She chanced a glance at Sergio, who was obviously staying pit far enough to not interfere but near enough to hear everything. "Hotel," He mouthed. Hayley nodded, partly sorry that she was making Sergio stay in a hotel alone but it would be far more unfair to make him stay with her and God knows what Klaus would do to him this time if he even shows up , Cami's probably keeping him busy. She shook that thought away. She wouldn't let it dampen her mood. What Klaus had done was on his head alone. The rest of the Mikaelsons are still her family. She was sure they saw Sergio and especially pleased to see no hostility towards him. With a final glance at Sergio, she left with the Mikaelsons.

Gods she had missed the Abattior, it had been her home for so long. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Klaus standing at the gate. "Welcome back, Hayley. There's much to talk about but a family dinner first? I will excuse myself." Hayley was stunned beyond words. Did Klaus just agree to leave the compound just so she could spend time with people who were his family first? Before she could speak, he vamped out. "Niklaus doesn't stay here much. He misses you far too much to be able to live here without you." Elijah offered. She wasn't sure what to say. "Cami's then?" "Of course not. The mansion just outside city bounds. Nik doesn't sleep with her, I told you it was a one-time thing, but she is still his therapist. I told you she slipped him something. " "Bekah, let's just eat." The spread was definitely Mikaelson style. There was everything in abundance, but she was sure she spotted all her favorites. "Nik directed the menu." This astonished her far more. The evening was perfect. She enjoyed it to her heart's content, and yet she missed Klaus madly. Damn it. Bekah had told her there was a surprise for her in her room. She was both anxious and excited, but she had not expected that. The few legal complications she had while expanding the Bayou had stopped her from implementing a few of her ideas. It was the paperwork for that all done, settled, and funded. Attached to it was a letter and an elegant platinum chain with the pendant of Mikaelson seal and an M embossed on it. Apprehensive, she opened the letter,

"Dear Hayley,

Wherever you go whatever you choose, I want you to know that you will always and forever have a family and a home here. Whether or not I am included matters little, if you wish to live here little wolf, you only need to say the word and I will make myself scarce. This was your home, Hayley, and you were happy here. I will never forgive myself for what led you to lose it, but I made you a promise, little wolf. If I need to kneel and beg and grovel for it, I will, but please give me a chance. A single chance. I once came to this city to conquer it, to make it my Empire, but it's far too empty without my Queen. Even if you choose to not give me a chance, know you will be just in your actions but I still beg you, stay here, with a family that loves you and the one that you love, with a pack that needs you. Of course, your companion Sergio is also welcome to stay if you desire, no harm will befall his life, you have my word. You told me you didn't wish to see me ever again and I am sorry to have shown you my face little wolf but I simply couldn't leave without having a glimpse of you. I love you, Hayley, I always have, my Queen and my little wolf.

Yours and yours alone , always and forever,

Klaus ."

Her legs failed her as she dropped to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably." Klaus " was the only thing she could manage to say. So she sobbed his name because it's the only person she wants, needs, and loves so much.

"I made a grave mistake, little wolf, one that you can hold me accountable for all eternity. But it took me a thousand years to find you, so even if it takes me another thousand to earn your forgiveness, I will do whatever it takes." Her head snapped up at that gentle voice. "Klaus..." He was kneeling beside her in a flash. "Tears don't become you, little wolf. I am sorry for causing you such pain." "No Klaus, please don't go... We will find a way, and we will make it work." He kissed her forehead softly with such love, Hayley couldn't breathe. "Thank you, little wolf." "Zelina told me what happened Klaus, it's not going to be easy to move past this stuff, but I love you, Klaus, and we have an eternity together. "My thoughts exactly, little wolf."

It took a while, a lot less groveling and far more honest effort at openness and communication. But it worked, they were happy, just a little bit if Fairplay and yet it could have cost them all their happiness but fairness to each other brought them back. For two people who saved each other from their darkest times, there would be no such thing as an end. Together and in love, Always and Forever.

Please let me know if you like it. I myself didn't like that ending at so thanks for giving me a chance to rewrite it.

I have made so many posts on this, and I am so glad many other blogs are pointing this out. Percy is way better at Annabeth than strategizing, and that's a pill that the fandom can't seem to be able to swallow. Let's go over some of them (I might have missed a few):

1. Tricking and trapping Crusty using his own creations

2. Figuring out Ares's scheme

3. Figuring out Luke's plan

4. Figuring out the use for Hermes's gift in SoM

5. Procuring proof for the camp of Luke's betrayal by tricking him into confessing it

6. Tricking Atlas into lifting the weight of the sky

7. Figuring out Kronos's plan

8. Planning the entire strategy of Battle of Manhattan

9. Tricking Gaea into helping him over Phineas

10. Tricking Chrysaour and his entire fleet into fleeing for their lives

11. Outwitting Geras

12. Outwitting Octavian in front of the entire Roman Senate

13. Manipulating Bob into siding with them over his own brother

14. Planning the strategy of dealing with Polybotes and executing it singlehandedly

15. Figured out how to kill Antaeus in his own arena

16. Convinced the river gods into offering their allegiance to the Olympians

No matter what situation you put Percy in, he always adapts. He is almost never operating with full intel on the situation or his opponents, and yet he manages to survive and even defeat them because of his quick thinking and battle iq.

I know most people remember the books as Annabeth and Percy working together, but it's almost always Percy going solo after Annabeth's plans fail and her scolding him for actually getting the job done, which is ridiculous.

Now, I don't think I need to quote Darwin on how adaptation is the key to survival and evolution, but you get the gist of it. No one in the entire series thinks better on their feet than Percy, no one.

Annabeth has all the knowledge, sure, but it's worth very little if she can't apply it. Knowledge by itself isn't power. Applied knowledge is power. Annabeth rarely has any concrete feats in this regard or even in the category of wisdom. She is extremely emotional and impulsive, more so than even Percy, which people tend to forget.

Annabeth gets worked up and gets them trapped with the Sphinx after the puzzle isn't what she expected and because someone else solved it over her, letting her pride rule her.

She underestimates her opponents. She once again let her emotions take over when they needed Rachel's help on Annabeth's own quest but she didn't want it out of jealousy.

Despite repeatedly having proof of Luke being hell bent on killing Percy and destroying CHB and after having been tricked by him herself, she still repeatedly lets her emotions cloud her judgement and dismisses any proper advice given by Percy about Luke as him being jealous and him being angry at Luke for no reason when Luke's literally tried to kill him multiple times.

Then, once again, she judo flips Percy, a Roman Praetor in a diplomatic setting in front of all the Roman legions because she can't control her emotions.

She lets it happen again in MoA when her pride takes over and she sits wrapped up in webs instead of cutting them off her and escaping first because she is too busy reciting the tale of her quest to the rest of the Seven.

And again in Tartarus, when she almost gets herself and Percy killed because she stops Percy from defending himself and her in front of Akhyls.

She is said to be a leader, but we never ever see her display any proper leadership qualities. Percy is the one who leads the camp during the fight at BoTL, during the actual second Titan War, during the fight in Blood of Olympus and even during Son of Sobek the campers all follow his orders and advice, showing how much of a natural leader he is. Even the seven during the pirate attack all follow Percy's lead, Annabeth herself included, and Percy in Son of Neptune is the de facto leader between himself, Frank, and Hazel. We only see the Seven following general orders from her on Argo-II, but it's never during times of crisis.

I know Annabeth is a teenager and prone to emotional outbursts. But she is supposed to be a child of Athena and her literal power is supposed to be being level headed in times of danger, being clever and wise and getting herself out of them because otherwise she is hopelessly outmatched against everyone else who has powers. She could have been so iconic if she had been just a smidge better written. Literally just a smidge. But she displays neither of the qualities she says she possesses nor any she should be displaying as an experienced strategist or a strategic fighter.

I'm not saying she's stupid but...

(I swear she should've had more good feats. Show her making amazing plans with actual back-up plans, not just references. Display her war strategy more. Make her opponents smarter and not brick-dumb)

When do you think Klaus first realized he was in love with Hayley?

That's a tough question, really cause I think there were several moments through all seasons where you can tell that he was clearly and irrevicably in love with her but then they both go back to hostility so it's impossible to maintain consistency of it but only when we look at the words. The action, each and everyone is the greatest proof that he loved her since the first season.

He had initial attraction towards her when they had a one night stand. But they deepen their bonding, especially when he finds out she's like him, a cast away who learned to fight . And the intimacy blooms until Elijah Mikaelson yours truly, ruins everything and makes Klaus reserved and cold again but by the nothing true scene Klaus's feelings have definitely deepened to what we call love and it's most clearly visible after the witches kill Hayley and kidnap Hope but Klaus stays there holding Hayley's lifeless body with the most pained expression anyone can ever have instead of chasing after the witches. (So yeah he loves her for sure by then)

In season 2, we see his love less openly and frequently as the number of obstacles have multiplied in the form of previously Elijah, now Jackson. But it's visible when he threatens to deposit Jackson's head on a pike if he betrays Hayley, also when he has the most resigned and defeated look possible on his face during Jackson and Hayley's wedding and lastly when he curses her pack into wolf forms instead of slaughtering them even though in Klaus's eyes taking Hope away is like the highest of crimes simply because no matter how much he loathes the action, he can't bear to see Hayley dead.

Season 3 though? Klaus might as well be yelling I LOVE YOU HAYLEY every five minutes. Verbally humiliates him, physically hits him, Klaus's can't even hit back. Sees Hayley hug hope after so long and is literally oozing guilt, like hello since when does Klaus feel guilty for punishing someone. Apologizes to her, saying he was wrong, tell her he trusts her for the second time(HAS NEVER SAID IT EVEN ONCE TO ANY OTHER CHARACTER) , literally thanks her for not abandoning him even though he gave her a thousand reasons and now the chefs kiss KNEELS FOR HER, to save her , and we are talking about the most proud being in entire tvdu.

Counts on her to save his family and him and raise Hope and fully relinquishes his life, the lives of his siblings to her when they are all on the verge of death.

I could talk about this for ages but here's the gist, Klaus began to love her when she stood up against Mikael for him, his father who made Hayley hear every horrible profanity he could attach to Klaus and yet she looks him in the eye and says Mikael said nothing true with so much sincerety that Klaus is at a loss of words. And he spends the next episodes and season trying to stifle the feeling but by season 3 it was basically a public declaration. Sorry for not giving you one specific moment cause they all kind of contribute invaluably. (Thanks a ton for asking this question, one of the best ones)

IDK why but I headcanon that Demi-gods look better than the Normal Human/Mortal

Or that When people (Mortal or Demi-God) first Meet Percy They do double takes and are Shook by his appearance and how attractive he is which is why people think he is a god or looks like one

I think demigods, in general, just have more unique features to them. (Unique hair or eyes since their morphology reflects a part of their godly DNA as well)

After all it's not said enough how much half godly DNA affects them really.

But we know it gives them enhanced physical abilities, so it's only natural that their appearance is better than most mortals.

Demigods certainly have a more alluring presence and unique facial features (eyes, hair .etc) due to their half godly nature.

Though really, I think it's more of a case of who the godly parent is more so than demigod children of all gods.

I mean, children of Ares have rather rugged and fierce features that aren't conventionally attractive .

Children of Aphrodite have strangely ethereal sense to their beauty, which might not always come from their appearance, but due to their attitude or voice or other features.

Children of Athena have only their unique grey eyes and so on.

Percy, however, is something else. He resembles Poseidon extremely closely as has been stated by literally everyone at this point and that no other demigod resembles their godly parent as much as Percy resembles Poseidon. It's another one of Amazing Percy things.

Another theory might be the stronger the demigod, the closer their appearance to that of a God. And we know Percy's the strongest, so it goes without saying that all big three children, especially Percy, look more exceptional or godly than others .

But I fully believe in the fact that demigods have such a unique presence that when mortals meet them they are struck by something a bit otherworldly that they can't exactly put a finger on (not necessarily their appearance) which makes humans a bit uneasy in presence of demigods.

The reason this theory works is because over the span of two series we see demigods go among mortals many times but their's not so much as a strong reaction to their appearance as it is to their presence so this is my best theory so far.

So let's headcanon that demigods have such a commanding presence or divine allure to them it makes people do double takes and makes them uneasy ( which may not always have something to do with their appearance but that can be a factor too)

First fic contribution to Perachel Bingo Week. Check out more perachel fics from bingo week here

The Words left Unsaid

PERCY

Percy breathed deeply as soon as he felt the air of Montauk, with its rich and salty tang surround him. The anxiety he felt under his skin calmed a little as the waves happily lapped against his feet. He couldn't help the nostalgic smile. Rachel joined him soon after as he instinctively tensed. She must have noticed it because she remained silent, letting him work his thoughts out for himself, and he had never been more grateful for anything else. 

A wave roared in his ears as his thoughts spiraled, and he had to suppress the sensation.  He did not need another flood on his hands. The past few months had been rough, and Percy's powers had been all over the place, and he couldn't rein  them in no matter what he did. His Dad and Triton had both tried to make it better, but ever since the Pit , Percy had a feeling it would be permanent. Before then, he had felt as close to the sea as he possibly could. He had been able to call upon it, however, and whenever he pleased, but now it was something else, something more. The sea, the ocean, was under his skin, raging and churning for a release. Another reason why he was here.

He has been at home, a rare moment of calm with his mom and Paul. After all the trouble he had made them go through with his nightmares,  lack of sleep, out of control powers, and not to mention his paranoia. Fates must have seen that and gone: You thought, LOL NO. Because the next second, his phone had buzzed with a text from Rachel: I saw it. He didn't need further explanation than that.He shot her a quick reply, turned off his phone and grabbed Paul's keys.Before any of them could ask , he was out of the door, phone in his pocket. Yes,  he had begun using a phone. Because they stayed away now, the monsters ,because he was the one who was- 

"Percy, can you help keep the sand in place?" He was cut off from his darker thoughts by Rachel's words and on instinct he complied. He had barely been able to hear what she said over how soothing her voice sounded. He could feel the sand keep itself in place in response to his will; Rachel had a habit of drawing in the sand, a habit he really really liked. He had once set off waves upon waves over her sand drawings just to see her awed reaction at finding her drawing undisturbed.  He had liked that too. He had spent the entire day showcasing different stuff he could do with his powers to her. Annabeth and Thalia would have called him a showoff but he had enjoyed it and Rach had too so he didn't see a problem.

She wasn't in awe like the first time she had seen it but she was still smiling and he would do just about anything to see that soft smile. Rachel had always laughed a lot, always kept a very expressive face which he had learned was her small way of rebelling against her father who had done everything he could to forcefully turn Rachel into some poised lady. "Like a mannequin" she had once told him and he had felt a surge of anger and a vicious need to strangle the man.  But he was glad he could do something, even something so small that could genuinely make her smile. It made him smile too.

"Wouldn't want to disturb the new masterpiece." Percy told her as he watched her scrunch her nose, something he thought was really adorable and very endearing; which was tame compared to the usual mess of feelings he felt around her; Somedays she looked so beautiful, it was hard to look at her. Looking at her like this, at them like this, he wished he could keep this moment going forever.  Him finally free from wars with only college to worry about, and the Oracle now having gone silent with Apollo being punished or whatever. But he wasn't the same, not after all that and he didn't know if Rachel had it in her to keep looking at him after what she had seen, after all, Annabeth's wailing screams were still fresh in his mind, a scar that wouldn't fade but Rachel's fear would break him, he knew that much. So he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and waited for everything to go wrong as it always did. 

RACHEL

To Rachel, he had always looked out of this world. Ever since she had met him on the Hoover dam. Steady gaze, sea green eyes, a flash of blue. Percy had been her gateway to a whole new world ever since. But today gazing at the sea, his eyes softly glowing, the way he stood, he looked like something more. Rachel would have said he looked like a God, but she had met Gods, more so she had felt the essence of Gods  taking over her to communicate through her, yet Percy had always felt like more. She had seen the way he had kept everyone at bay after the war, all of the seven, even Grover. Even Annabeth, especially Annabeth. She knew they had called things off soon after they had reunited in New Rome. She had seen it after all. But Percy could never keep her at bay, no more than she could keep him. They had seen and known things about each other through their visions, things so intimate, in a way no one ever could or ever should. Even when the Oracle's power was out of control, she could always rely on it to show her Percy, where he was, what he did or was about to do. Ever since she had met him, he had become her anchor. All her dreams started and ended with visions of him. She knew it was like that for him, too, at least sometimes. They had shared dreams before. She had really liked it, having him there. Because Rachel had been afraid, there was a lot to fear even in her dreams, but if Percy was there , everything would be alright. She would be safe, always. Even her father had accepted that. 

So she and Percy had done what they always did. Sit together in silence doing their own things occasionally talking about the most random of things, a lot of words left unsaid but understood. Until yesterday when she had seen him in the pit, seen everything unfold in the pit. Rachel wasn't sure if she could understand it all  even though she had been learning up on Greek lore and such and despite Chiron telling her ,"Some things are beyond the realm of possibility Ms.Dare." She would always believe in her own eyes, in what she saw for the sake of all the times she had not and how it had cost her. She had been afraid, she had been shaking, and she had been crying which always happened after a violent vision but this time it wasn't the vision that set it off. The raw fear and worry gripping her heart was not for herself but all for Perseus Jackson. The things he went through, his screams, his desperation, how close he had come to death, the heart wrenching way his face had contorted when he saw Annabeth's horrified face. She hadn't been able to shake it off, not the tears nor the shivering. Until she couldn’t stop the urge to talk to him. I saw it, she had texted him, her fingers shaky knowing she couldn't trust herself to speak. It hadn't stopped until his reply a few long moments after , which had felt like forever then. Montauk. I will pick you up. 

 Now here they were, with her drawing the most inane things and him keeping the sand in place for her. She had always loved that. The way he cherished all her drawings and her words,  prophetic or otherwise. She could see him warring with himself, his powers growing stronger than ever; the reason why they were at the sea. She could wait for him to be ready, to be okay with having this conversation, she didn't want to push him, she never would. She was alright even if they didn't speak a word of it and instead spent the whole day here, like this, at peace.

He must have been resigned to having this talk because his voice turned soft as he asked, "What did you see, Red?" Her heart did the little dance it always did when he called her that . For all his love of the color blue he had ways said called her Red softly and fondly. She wished she could have controlled herself better, stopped the tears threatening to spill as she muttered just as softly,  "Everything." She managed to choke out. Now they would talk in fears and in truths and a litany of promises, of assurances which would have to be enough.

"Why are you here then?" Why are you not running away in fear, in horror like they all do.

Labored breaths mingled with wavering voices.

"Where else is there to go? And I wanted to be here." Where could I go but to you who knows all of me and who I know all of. I am not afraid. I want to be here, Perce. 

Choked tears, heavy voices, with emotions and impulses.

"I am not okay. I will never be okay ever again, Red ."  I am a monster now, and I will always be a monster.

Waves thrashed as the sea churned on itself. 

"You don't have to be okay. You just need to be alive, to be willing to live. It will get better  because you have to make it better. Everyone else is like that too, Perce."   You are not a monster, you are human, the best of humans. If you are the monster, then the world is hell, full of devils. But you are not. It's alright and it will be okay. You have to believe it will, with me, with everyone else. 

Calm words, a chant, a prophecy.

"You saw it all, you know what I did, how I enjoyed it, Rach. Don’t defend me." I know what I am, you don't have to fool yourself into believing something else, Red.

The sea raged and raged. 

"It was hell, you were in hell, you were going through the worst of situations, you were going to die, Annabeth was going to die, you were being tortured. Of course you were happy to get the upper hand. You didn't cross some line, Percy, Perseus, you held back infact. You showed mercy." You gave everything to save Annabeth, to save everyone. You have given so much too much and you are still so good.

The waves toppled over one another.  Strongly then, slowly.

Sea green eyes finally met emerald ones. A look full of nothing and everything as long left unsaid words beat against each other, the waves of the sea matching the pace. 

Her words, fears bared for him to see, as his own were.

"You should be the one angry, I couldn't help you, I couldn't help anyone, save anyone."  Rachel was the one who had been useless through all of it. All she had done was deliver a message Annabeth had sent and worry and worry and worry about Percy,  the camp and the fate of the world.  The gift broke down when they needed it the most and she had tried and tried to will it to work, to start. She had started with prayers to Apollo and then ended with curses.

"That's not true, Red. You told Reyna what she needed to do to unite the camps, to face Gaea. You delivered the message. In a way your prophecy saved us all, Red." Percy was sure they couldn't have made it without Rachel, they never did when it came to great prophecies. And deep down he couldn't help the relief that she hadn't been roped into a fight or a quest. She had sacrificed enough already. 

The waves thrashed once, twice, thrice more before dissolving into a harmonic calm.

PERCY

That was how he had found himself kissing Rachel.Overwhelmed and high on emotions, the both of them. He would have said more, thought this through, but he couldn't think with her soft lips moving against his own.

He relished in the familiar  warmth of it and he didn't want to let go.

Sloppy makeout, sand drawings and surfing, both of them together, happy and relaxed for the first time in a long time. That's how the day had gone and Percy couldn't help but be giddy about this, about them. It was one of the best and happiest days he had ever had and maybe he was wrong about never being okay; he had a feeling with Rachel by his side along with his family, both mortal and godly, he would be okay,  eventually. He had to be.

As Percy took Rachel back to the car, both of them looked back and he was sure they had the same hunch, the same shared feeling: There would be trouble ahead with newer prophecies,  with Gods, and they both had a lot of explaining to do to his family, to her family, to a probably human Apollo but  it could all wait a little while longer,  a bit more till there were no words left unsaid.

I'm really pleasantly surprised that you answered :)

Of course, here are some materials from where I got information about Zagreus and Peitho!

For Peitho:

https://mirrorpalace.wordpress.com/2009/10/17/an-exploration-of-peitho/ - her research, which I really love.

And here is the stream of consciousness about her - https://mirrorpalace.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/thoughts-on-peitho/

They both don't belong to me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3093410 -the fanfiction in which she appears, just keep in mind that it can be very difficult and dark there - Nico Di Angelo becomes a victim. This fanfiction also doesn't belong to me.

Zagreus:

https://hades.fandom.com/wiki/Zagreus - his wiki page, though I can't judge how good it is, because mostly I just read fanfiction/posts on tumblr and get information from there.

and - https://www.tumblr.com/happyk44/tagged/Zagreus - there is also a lot of good material about Zagreus.

And here's one fanfiction - https://archiveofourown.org/works/47538967/chapters/119808652 - from there I draw the creepy and dark part of Zagreus. It doesn't belong to me.

I'm sorry if you get a little confused. I "collect" Character images from various sources, reinforcing them with my own thoughts. For example, Peitho in my understanding is basically the same as in "An Abyss for Atonement" with some additions and my changes. And if you were wondering why I see Percy as a legacy of goddess of charm and a chthonic god - the answer is simple - Percy is beautiful and charming,He is most likely one of the most beautiful demigods of his generation and he can convince you to do what he wants. And I think Percy has some kind of connection with the underworld, it's a subtle dark atmosphere and the fact that he likes to travel through the shadows. His connection to the underworld is subtle and not too noticeable, as if, funny to say, ghostly.

I think this was the hardest of asks, but somehow, I liked it entirely too much. It's a bit out of box take, but I have already done one where I wrote Percy as a Legacy of Odysseus, so I think this fits too. Why do I have a feeling this is going to be a recurring theme for asks?

I am so terribly sorry for the delay but I didn't want to make the post without reading up on most of your suggestions; as I have said I was really unfamiliar with both Zagreus and Peitho.

As per anon's request Percy is a Legacy of Zagreus and Peitho through his grandparents. Percy Jackson as the Legacy of Zagreus and Peitho. [His grandmother Estelle was the daughter of Zagreus, and his grandfather James - son of Peitho].

Peitho is a very interesting deity. I suggest all readers check out at least one of anon's references. She is the deity of seduction, of persuasion , of divine charm and thrall. A force of passion and abstract power.

In certain versions, she is also an alternate representation of one of the Moraie. Lachesis, to be precise. She also used to represent the concept of everything that has happened before or has been till now.

Zagreus, though intriguing, is a bit more straightforward. I know I know I just called a chthonic god straight forward, but he is. Now, the wiki states that he is the God of Blood, but in one of the codex entries, Achilles says he is also a God of life.

He has connections with Styx and has traversed through Tartarus and here's a fun fact in the orignal myths Zagreus and Dinosyus are actually the same gods or at least father and son which would kind of create an extremely strange and entertaining dynamic but let's stick to game wiki. Not to mention the very newly layered dynamic now painted between Percy, Hades, and Nico.

Now think, Percy, eloquent and charming, words dripping with unspoken power. People think it's the tongue of the sea, of sirens, alluring and hypnotic, but it's far older, far more primordial, of Peithos, of divine eloquence, of persuasion.

Perseus Jackson, who none, not god nor mortal, can deny. Persuasion by words, persuasion by war , is it not all the same? Both reflect passion and thus reflect Peitho.

Perseus Jackson, beautiful and alluring, yet dangerous. Too sharp edged. Not a gentle beauty. A sharp, passionate, bloody beauty ,whether of sea or underworld we know not yet.

Percy Jackson, with midnight black hair, so vivid, so deep, that even the Lord of the Underworld balks at the resemblance, to his own line and that of Poseidon's.

Percy Jackson, who dreams and dreams yet again of things that have been, ages before or just now, it does not matter. He has my sight drawls Peitho , lips red with blood and rose, from somewhere far away, but perhaps Sally hears it all the same for she has it too, the gift of her line.

Perseus, whom Styx spares the fatal curse of Achilles not out of Roman interference but out of familial bonds, of primordial connections. The Underworld looks after its own, does it not? And Perseus Jackson is most certainly of the Underworld, will always be.

Percy, whose mind bends blood as easily as it would water sees not the gift of Zagreus, but a horror of Tartarus but he will come to see, after all blood is life and life is blood. Of blood and over blood child, that is your power declares Zagreus from the deepest caverns if the Underworld and Percy thinks he's heard the whispers of the pit but perhaps, just perhaps blood will serve him well, better than sea, better than water.

Perseus, whose call the rivers obey, the rivers of the Underworld. They recognize the blood of their own, do they not? They do, and they answer. They always will, and so will the dead if he dares call upon them. One day, one day whispers Achilles to Zagreus as they watch, the rise and triumph of the favored child of the sea and the Underworld.

Percy, who puts all in his thrall just with the green of his eyes and the smile at his lips. He sees not the divine Peitho in himself, but Aphrodite does not miss, neither do the Olympians.

Perseus, who teeters on the edge of mortal and divine as does Zagreus between living and death. Both, neither, one more than the other. Which one? We may yet see, but Peitho knows, and so does Zagreus. They do not say it, but the Olympians feel it. The wave of change.

Percy, who finds his way in and out of his uncle's, once and again, and then always. New ways and old ones, even forgotten ones. Perhaps Zagreus will be out of a job soon, thinks Persephone fondly. Not even the Lord of the Dead finds it in himself the words of chagrin.

That's all the thoughts I can think up at the moment but I will reblog with more I am sure cause this will stay with me.

I wrote it a bit too dramatically, but I think it fits well. All things considered. Also, anon, let me know if this was to your liking.

Also, I think Zagreus's dynamic with Nico could be super interesting, and maybe just maybe it deserves it own post.

i never understood ppl claiming percy has never suffered the consequences of his loyalty. you're talking about percy "i know the prophecy said my friend would betray me but these are my friends they wouldn't betray me" jackson, who walked into a remote part of the forest with luke and almost died in book one. you're talking about percy "kronos told me point-blank there was a traitor but i can't imagine any of these ppl betraying me" jackson, who decided to stop looking for the traitor and moved on. you're talking about percy "nico is acting suspicious and very clearly hiding something from me but he's my friend and i trust him" jackson, who walked into nico's very obvious set up and almost got himself held hostage during the titan war. percy is so loyal that he cannot fathom betrayal until it's happening, and it has nearly killed him multiple times.

What makes Klayley different from other series ships for you?

I am assuming you mean other ships in the orignals by that.

It's the really simple case that's not simple at all. It's the underlying passion between them that just won't go away no matter who they take as a lover. The burning anger, loathing, care, loyalty, and the inexplicably undying connection that keeps them tethered to each other always and forever, come hell or highwater.

Mikael almost killed me and the baby, but i can't help but be more worried about how Klaus suffered all these years, I need to comfort him.

The witches are murdering me and the baby. Forget Elijah , I need Klaus here.

The witches stole baby hope? Not important right now, Hayley's dead, and I need a moment or several to take it all in.

I don't really love Jackson, but Klaus needs me to marry him, so I will.

I have to deal with my newly risen from dead mother and father, but whether Hayley's new husband is treating her right or not is more important.

Hayley tried to run from me, and I am extremely furious, but I can't bear to kill her or physically hurt her.

I will hate Klaus forever, but I can't really hate him at all.

My siblings are in trouble and may need my immediate help, but the road trip with Hayley is the best fun I have had in centuries, and I love it too much to stop now.

I am the strongest and the proudest being on earth. I kneel to no one, especially not to scum like Lucien, but he has Hayley, and I would never let her die. She means too much to me. I have to kneel to save her, no problem, I will do it a thousand times if it's to save her.

I love my Pack a lot, but the Mikaelsons are dying, Klaus is dying, so my pack can go to hell. I will save him and the Mikaelsons even if I die .

I have to let go of my dignity as a wolf and kill, lie, massacre all to save Klaus and Mikaelson family. And I used to have a problem with that, but it's for Klaus, I can't watch him suffer, so i will do it gladly.

Klaus is going around the world, massacring everything in sight and trying to cut contact, but I will never give up on him.

Being in New Orleans near hope will bring forth Apocalyspe that might kill hope, but Hayley's missing, so all else be damned.

I am being killed, and Klaus is being attacked by Elijah. He's hurt, Hope's hurt, so I am going to kill Greta and sacrifice myself for them because Klaus and Hope are my family Elijah be damned.

My daughter is dying and meets me in the afterlife, but the second I hear Klaus's voice, I know all will be alright.

My brother, my companion, my only confidant who I would go insane without is dead to me for good because he killed Hayley, and there's no greater offense than that.

I am in hell. My heart feels empty. Hayley is dead. I can sacrifice Elijah to save hope and kill the hollow, but I vowed to Hayley that I would do anything to save our daughter so I will sacrifice myself. [Also because I can't live without my little wolf]

So yeah, it's you know, soul shattering stuff like this that keeps me hooked to Klayley. Nothing huge. This and all the other essays I wrote should be plenty enough evidence as to why. (Sorry for the late)

And here's the thing anyone who watched the Orignals and isn't blind should be shipping them intensely, too.

Listen, I read your post about Percy's strategic genius and I thought something.

Percy, Sally, and the entire Jackson family are descendants of Odysseus.

Sally is also damn smart, just look at how she competently got rid of Gabe and remained in full advantage.

And that is why how Athena treats Percy in this way.

He is a descendant of her beloved mortal, so similar to him in his mind and the son of her sworn rival, who tormented this very mortal and prevented him from returning home.

You seriously have no idea how GENIUS that headcanon is like holy hell the sheer depth it adds to everything is insane.

1. Athena begrudgingly guiding Percy in Titan's Curse, getting extreme deja vu (God's probably get that a lot) from the situation and how conflicting she gets over the mortal that is Perseus Jackson for his uncanny resemblance to Odysseus when it comes to his wit and his personality minus strangely the hubris.

Despite her disdain for him out of some strange loyalty, she tells him of his fatal flaw and how it would endanger him.

She let's her loathing for Poseidon get the best of her in Titan's Curse and votes to kill Percy and Thalia but Percy like Odysseus has both the wit and achievements she can't overlook despite her desperate intentions to and hence in the Last Olympian she acknowledges in her own subtle way that Percy is the greatest demigod of this age. That he's saved both the world and his friends.

2. Annabeth proud and confident as ever would be flabbergasted that Percy who she despite her supposed love for him undermines him almost always when it comes to his intelligence finds out that her mother has acknowledged Percy for his strategic mind and that he is the descendant of her mother's most favored mortal ever. (Maybe just maybe it will tone her hubris down a notch and then some, and if we are really lucky, a reality check)

3. Percy would laugh, probably shrug at the revelation. After all, stuff like that makes no difference to him.

4. But I can imagine if Sally knew beforehand about it, then how much hell must she have given Poseidon over it and probably still finds it to be a hilarious coincidence .

5. To Poseidon himself, it must have struck as an agonizing coincidence, but for the better, because for all of Poseidon's flaws, he loves his own intensely. His godly children, his monstrous children, his demigod children, and Percy, he loves most out of them all by his own words and he loves him so in some strange manner for the same humanity he scorned Odysseus for having.

Sally must have made him see the error of his ways, and even Poseidon for his quick temper would be loathe to not change his opinions on mercy then. (If the Queen among mortals tells you, you listen)

All in all, everything that happened in the Odyssey with Poseidon Odysseus and Athena would have come to a good closure with this.

That a millenia later by strange set of circumstances Athena and Poseidon begrudgingly acknowledged the folly in their perspectives from the times of Odyssey all because Poseidon met Sally Jackson and sired a demigod child who by a twist only the fates could make up turned out to be the descendant of Odysseus himself. (I reckon the fates must be cackling in glee at the whole thing)

PS: Hermes is having a blast with this news of Percy's ancestry.

No, but seriously, you have given me more pjo brainrot. (Now I hope this keeps you awake like it does me)

And on that note, Percy would totally canonly be the biggest fan of Epic the Musical, lol.

I have a feeling I am not going to stop talking about this now.

exploring Percy's canon interactions with Nico from botl and onwards on the level that I am for my fic is making me have a whole new perspective on percico and their relationship...

like Percy. oh, Percy cares for Nico so much and it's subtle at times but he's constantly reaching out at him, checking he's okay, making sure he's safe, inviting him to sit with him, asking him to keep in contact.

yet each time he does, Nico shuts it down with his own logic or brushes him off. there's nearly always something else he needs to do instead of going with what Percy suggests, and Percy always respects that.

at the end of botl, Percy respects Nico's need to leave camp, even if he does try and suggest options on how Nico could be welcome there, and then let's him go without any bitterness or other negativity (he even lightens the mood and makes Nico remember he's still a kid under there).

Percy accepts Nico for who he is and lets Nico go at his own pace. He doesn't push him or drag Nico's feelings down or blame anything on Nico's own actions.

also, at the end of the sword of Hades, Percy respects and understands Nico's need to stay in the Underworld while still offering out his support (by letting Nico know he's there if he needs anything).

Percy understands Nico's need to find out information about his family, get closer to Hades, stay in the Underworld & be one with it.

then, to top it all off, Percy uses his reward from the Gods to make sure Nico has a home, a safe place to go back to, somewhere where he can be accepted.

Nico is part of Percy's loyalty and honestly, I feel like if the two of them had simply got a chance to talk then Nico would have realised just how much he does mean to Percy.