Sally Jackson is a Good Parent

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Amphitrite really had only gone to that particular beach to see if there was something special about it. To see if the surf was softer, the wildlife nicer, if the nymphs were maybe prettier. She needed to see if there was a reason Poseidon went there so often.
But the stretch of sand she’d come to was truly pitiful, it wasn’t anything special or different, it was in fact boringly empty.
Or it was meant to be empty.
A small child stared up at her with big green eyes, a mop of dark curly hair, and an armful of various colorful buckets and a tiny shovel.
Oh.

Shelves: Percy Jackson

Site:: archiveofourown.org
Words:: 98,783
Status:: In-Progress

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My Percy Jackson fics that are all set within the same universe (and not related AT ALL to my other PJO series) or any standalone fic not included here, just so I can keep things organised.
Lots of found family, family bonding, hurt comfort, etc... canon pairings only, and I'm trying to keep everything as canon compliant as possible. The fic "And I Will Always Be There For You" has some continuity issues ~~mostly regarding Jason~~ at this point, but otherwise? It works in this series haha, so oh well
Anthology containing:

This Delicate Place

"Many of us care not for our demigod children," the man said, his voice deep and commanding.
Jason's eyes widened as he realised who this visitor was, feeling like he'd been thrown overboard and told to swim for shore. He was Roman and rarely met the Gods, but had done his research on the Ancient Greek myths, on the stories older than Rome by thousands of years. Poseidon was not a god to trifle with or disrespect, and Jason was convinced he was about to die. He'd let Percy fall after all, and the Lord of the Seas would surely want to kill him for failing his son.
For failing his favourite child.
~~~~~
Shortly after Percy and Annabeth fall into Tartarus, the Argo II gets a godly visitor.

when silence is comfortable

It wasn't as if Jason didn't like Percy. On the contrary, he'd count the older demigod as a friend and an ally. If he had to choose someone to fight beside him, Jason would choose the Son of Poseidon time and time again. It was just that Percy seemed to be so much more than Jason—so much better. Jason couldn't help but feel as though he had been measured and found lacking compared to the other demigod.
Percy, on the other hand, likes Jason well enough, but between recovering from Tartarus, the war, school, and life in general, he didn't tend to think of the Son of Jupiter often. He was an ally, someone he could fight beside and trust, but that was about the extent of it.
A road trip together to pick up a new demigod and bring them back to camp changes things.
———
Or, how Percy and Jason went from friendly allies, to actual friends.

the markings of your life

Being a demigod meant having scars - it was just a fact of life. Sometimes they were too late with ambrosia, too busy, or just didn't notice an injury. But the scars on Percy's hips, the raised circular welts that looked like they had been there for years, left a terrible feeling in the pit of Jason's stomach. Percy's reaction when he pointed them out just made him more concerned.
In which Jason is a good bro, Smelly Gabe was a little worse than in canon, and Annabeth is amazing.

'cause I'll always have your back

Leo and Calypso are back. Annabeth has a few things to say to them both. Mainly about how they treated Percy. After all, it's not like Percy asked to be kidnapped and have his memories forcibly taken from him. That made it a little difficult to make Zeus honour his promise.

Little Soldier Boy

After Tartarus and the war with Gaea, Percy is falling apart at the seams. He cannot sleep, cannot focus, is jumping at shadows, and is prone to waking up with a scream on his lips. Annabeth was getting better, slowly but surely, with the help of a demigod therapist Chiron had found for them. But Percy? Percy wasn't getting better, no matter how hard he tried.
Poseidon, seeing his beloved son struggling, takes him to Atlantis, Zeus be damned. He will help his child heal and give him the love he deserves. And, if he gets to keep his favourite son by his side, that's only a bonus.
AKA Poseidon takes Percy to Atlantis and spoils him rotten, and Percy somehow endears himself to the people within a day.
_______
Set directly before: he ain't heavy, he's my brother

he ain't heavy, he's my brother

Percy doesn’t get migraines very often, thank the Gods, but when he does they tend to knock him on his ass for days, regardless of drugs, ocean water, sleep, ambrosia, or anything else he’d tried. He just had to wait (suffer) it out.
It was just his luck that his first migraine in literally years would hit when he was visiting his father in Atlantis for the first time after the war with Gaea. And instead of waking up with one and being able to hide in his rooms, he’d have to collapse in public, right after talking to his half brother Triton.
If it didn’t hurt so damn much he’d be embarrassed.

and grown up dreams

Percy grinned up at him, looking impossibly young. Triton fought the urge to take him and keep him here, keep him safe and away from the surface world. He may be unsure of his relationship with his brother, but even he could not deny that Percy had been through far too much in his impossibly short lifetime. He would not wish the weight of prophecy upon his worst enemy, let alone his family. Especially family he could very well be coming to like.
Maybe.
~~~
Triton maybe, just maybe, is starting to like Percy. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone else, if he could help it.

Someone to You

Anna wasn't sure what to think of Percy Jackson, truth be told, having only met him twice. She adored her daughter in law Sally and her little granddaughter, but there was something about Percy that put her on edge. She had no idea what - he was a kind boy, eager to help with his baby sister when most teenagers would run for the hills and clearly adored his mother - but there was just something about him, something about his too-bright eyes that made her feel uneasy.
~~~
Or, Paul's parents are taking care of Estelle for a few days. When picking her up, they meet Percy again as well as his older brother (what was his name? Tri?). At this point, Anna just wants to know what the dad looks like to have kids that look like THIS. Especially when, several days later, they meet the stepmother as well.

Little Scraps of Wisdom

Paul couldn't do much for Percy, not really. He couldn't see through the mist, couldn't help him train, couldn't heal him… but he could offer him a home and a listening ear. He could remind him about school work, prod him to get out of bed, to eat, could take care of him when he was ill, and just be there for him. What Percy needed now was to be clean, comfortable, and have someone look after him. And Paul would happily be that person for the boy he loved like a son.
Or, Paul Blofis is the father Percy deserves, no matter what.

Darling It's Better

Percy accidentally/on purpose turns himself into a merman. And can't figure out how to turn himself back. Piper is curious, Jason finds it hilarious, the rest of the Seven don't really know how to react, and Annabeth finds it really, REALLY, hot. She doesn't, however, appreciate how much Piper seems to love HER boyfriends newfound tail. He's hers, and she's not going to let him forget it.

For The Youngest Child

Otherwise known as: Five Times Percy's Undersea Family Terrified People and Percy Didn’t See It, and One Time Percy Did (But Didn’t Actually Mind) ... And A Bonus Sibling Bonding Chapter, Because Why Not?
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One: Triton
Two: Kymopoleia
Three: Rhodes
Four: Amphitrite
Five: Poseidon
Plus One: Poseidon, Again
Plus Two: All Together Now

Pretty (Boy) Walking Down the Street

A new nickname, courtesy of Clarisse, leads to an interesting bet between Percy and Annabeth.
aka the "Percy is a Legacy of Venus (Maybe)" fic that no one asked for but I wrote anyway

late nights in the middle of june

Otherwise Known As: Five Times Annabeth And Percy Pretended To Be In A Relationship (And One Time They Really Were)

And I Will Always Be There For You

One of these days, Percy was going to go to Olympus and demand the gods did something about all the monsters that ran amok. He could deal with the small ones (though, truth be told, they tended to avoid him, now), but some were insistent. Percy knew he’d made enemies with various monsters throughout his life, but this was starting to get ridiculous.
“One of these days,” Annabeth said, pushing a loose strand of hair off her face, “we’re going to have a normal date.” She sounded just as annoyed as Percy felt, if not more.
“I hope so,” Percy grumbled. He spun Riptide in a large arc, passing through several monsters in one go. They dissipated into dust, briefly overtaking his vision. “This is getting old.”
—
AKA Thirty Chapters of Hurt/Comfort, as I apparently can't do anything but make Percy suffer, one way or another.

Awake, Awake, You Children Bold

Sally smiled up at Poseidon, meeting his eyes, sea-green shot through with gold. She wondered if their son would inherit the same otherworldly gaze. "If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself," she insisted. "Trust me."
"I do," he whispered. Then, "I must leave you," he continued, putting one hand on her stomach. "Take care."
Sally closed her eyes, unwilling to watch her lover disappear for what she knew would be the last time. "You and me, kid," she murmured. "We can do this."
—
Or, Sally and Percy throughout the years, for better or for worse.

make a shelter out in the storm

Percy Jackson was the best person Max had ever met.
He was kind, which was a relatively new concept in Max's still short life. When Max had first come to Camp he hadn't made a single friend, nor had he known who his godly parent was. He'd hated it, even though home hadn't been much better. Max had made friends since and loved Camp Half Blood and knew who his mother was, but Percy was still his favourite person in the world, someone who made him feel safe and loved.
Which was why Max hated Shane Edwards more than words could adequately describe.
—————
Or, Percy attracts some not so good attention. But Max has a plan. If Percy wouldn't going to put a stop to Shane, Max would call someone who would.

In a Field of Dandelions

"You okay there?" she asked once she was closer, smiling in what she hoped was a welcoming manner.
The man smiled back, still looking a bit confused. Nicky's breath caught in her chest when he met her eyes. His gaze was a little too vivid, his bone structure a little too perfect. He seemed a little too much more than human. Part of her wanted to run, while another part wanted to follow him to the ends of the earth and beyond.
"I think so," he replied, breaking the spell. "Just trying to figure out day one, I suppose. I'm Percy!"
-----
Percy and Annabeth's eldest child starts school. Percy inadvertently causes a bit of a stir, and Annabeth isn't jealous, not at all.

The Purest Expression of Grief

“You are going to die,” Poseidon said, feeling himself break as he looked at his child.
Percy smiled up at him, dark hair floating around his face. “One day,” he agreed. “It’s okay, dad. I’m happy.”
“You would leave me bereft of you?”
———
Poseidon has had demigod children before. He’d never loved one quite as much as he loves Percy.

The Sound of Your Loneliness

"It's not like you to think of the happiness of your children," Hera said, "if you indeed think of your children at all."
Much to Hera's surprise, Poseidon laughed. "Percy's different," he said once he'd calmed down. He met her eyes, something far too knowing in his gaze. Hera was reminded of ages long past and how Poseidon had, before Apollo's birth, held dominion over Delphi.
"He's a demigod," she snapped in reply, though she knew Poseidon told the truth. There was something more about Percy Jackson—they could all see it. It was even more than that, however, though Hera refused to voice the thought aloud, even to herself.
———
Or, Hera can’t help but hate and love Percy for being everything she could not have. The perfect son, the loving partner, and a demigod better than the world had seen in millennia.

Bless the Children, Give Them Triumph Now

"You are doubting," Artemis noted.
Thalia looked up at Artemis again, eyes wide. "Never, my lady!" she insisted. "I could never doubt you."
"Not me, Thalia," she chided gently. "You are doubting yourself and your place."
"My place is with you," Thalia said.
“Are you sure?" Artemis asked, an expression in her eyes Thalia had never seen before. She stared at the goddess' face, feeling like she was about to fall into the abyss. She had spent so much time walking with the gods that she often forgot how much more they were.
———
Thalia Grace has seen and faced much in her life. She'd seen her mother drive herself mad for love, her brother disappear without a trace, monsters beyond most people's wildest imaginations, and so much more.
She had not expected it to be so hard to live in peace.

Let Us Go Singing As Far As We Go

"For most," Kymopoleia agreed. "Have you never longed for immortality?" Her lips twisted into a cruel smile, and she lifted her tail from the waves before letting it fall again with a resounding crash. "Your father offered Perseus immortality, after all. Do you not long for that as well? Do you not wish to have the same respect as my erstwhile brother?”
"No," Jason said honestly. He knew Percy didn’t long for immortality either. In that, at least, they were similar. "Never."
“Shame,” she said. “You would make a wonderful god.”
———
Jason is spending his time building temples for the forgotten gods. He hadn’t expected how lonely it would be.

Better Than Their Fathers

“Hey, buddy, you shouldn’t be up! Did you need anything?”
Poseidon froze. It took a great deal to surprise him but apparently, this was one of the few things that could stop him in his tracks. He didn’t think he’d ever been called buddy before.
“Percy?” Paul pushed, still cleaning his glasses on his shirt.
Ah.
“I am not Percy,” Poseidon said. “Though, I shall take the confusion as a compliment.”
—
Otherwise Known As: Five times someone mistook Poseidon for Percy, and one time someone thought Percy was Poseidon instead.

Happiness Does Not Wait

"Who said anything about a quest, child?" Amphitrite asked, laughter in her voice. It reminded Percy of Kymopoleia's, much to his discomfort. He hardly had good memories of his godly sister.
“Gods don’t tend to want anything else from me,” Percy pointed out dryly. “You lot always want something.”
“Of course I want something,” Amphitrite said, voice awash in amusement. “I want you to come to Atlantis,” she continued, cutting him off right as he was about to speak. She started to walk again, bypassing throngs of gaping students. She was hiding her divinity, but she still looked so much more than human. “As I said, your father misses your presence. And he is incredibly irritating when he sulks.”
—
Or, Percy spends some time with his godly stepmother, much to his bafflement.

Of All That Breathe and Crawl Across the Earth

"All of you demigods are bred for war, for me," Ares said. "That's just a fact of life." He took another drag of his cigar, then snuffed it out on the bricks near Jackson's ear. "You're chess pieces to move as we want, and nothing more."
Jackson laughed, his voice echoing in the small alleyway in a way no mortals should. "I'm surprised you even know what chess is," he snapped. He grinned, all sharp teeth and eyes that saw far too much. "I thought that was more Athena's area. You're just carnage."
Ares tightened his grip, wanting to see the boy squirm. Jackson reminded him of someone from millennia past, a Hero still loved by the ages. Ares wished he could place who.
—
Ares takes notice of Percy Jackson. Even he isn't sure if it's a good thing, not when his very presence seems to bring back memories of things best left forgotten.

The Sorrows of Your Soul

“I broke it as a kid, and it never quite healed right,” Percy said, stopping Nico and Annabeth from sniping further, and saving Will from having to play referee. “That’s all.”
Nico had been through so much more than him. So many demigods had, especially those who lived at camp year round. A poorly healed break was nothing, nor were Gabe’s other actions. Percy had no reason to feel so ill at the mere mention of the man. It made him feel like a fraud, or like a terrified child again. He knew Gabe was not normal, but Percy wasn’t either. Nothing about life as a demigod was.
Nico closed his mouth with a snap, eyes narrowed.
—
Or, Percy doesn't think Gabe was that bad, at least not in terms of demigod levels of bad.
Right?

I've Got Real Love, Baby!

“Percy! My favourite demigod!”
Annabeth was going to start keeping a spray bottle on her. She was sure someone in the Hephaestus cabin had something that could keep gods away. It may explode if she pressed the wrong thing, but she was willing to take that risk.
—
Otherwise Known As: Five Times A God Hit On Percy, And One Time They Didn’t (And Annabeth Found An Unexpected Ally She Really Didn’t Want to Have).

Children of the Stars

“I didn’t know where else to go,” Nico di Angelo said in a rush, standing in front of her apartment with a tired look on his too young face. “I—I’ve been looking for Percy,” he continued, sniffling slightly. He scuffed one foot along the floor. “But I haven’t had any luck.”
Sally opened the door even more widely. She didn’t have soup to offer him, not yet, but she had freshly baked cookies and leftover takeout. “Come in,” she ordered softly. “You’re always welcome here.”
Nico blinked up at her, looking far younger than his years, then allowed Sally to usher him through the entryway and into the small but warm kitchen. She smiled at him, just like she would at Percy. She may not have her son with her, may not be able to help him, but she could help Nico. When Annabeth returned, she could help Annabeth, as well as any other demigod who may cross her path.
She'd even be sure to have freshly made blue cookies, always.
—
Sally Jackson was no saint, no matter what her son (or, apparently, Hestia), seemed to think. But she would never turn down a child in need. She couldn’t help on quests, but she could give them a mother’s love, and a space to be safe. And, of course, some blue cookies.

Lay Down Your Burdens

Poseidon decides that Percy’s done enough in his short life, and takes matters into his own hands. His beloved child needn’t suffer any longer. Nothing will cause him pain, distress, frustration, or any minor inconvenience.
Percy had been prepared for many things as a demigod. He had not, however, been prepared for an overprotective godly father.
—
Or, five times Poseidon “protected” Percy, and one time he didn't need to.

Too Well Tangled In My Soul

“You should be sleeping,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. He smiled at her, just like he had in the pit, then turned his gaze back to the vast blackness of the Mediterranean, hands tight on the railing. Annabeth pressed herself closer to his side, needing the physical closeness. He was cold (so was she), but Annabeth didn’t care. Being away from him felt like being gutted with a blade or like missing a limb.
“I was,” she said after a moment. “You were gone.”
—
Annabeth was fine, after Tartarus. She had to be fine. They had a quest to finish and the world to save. And no matter, she was far more concerned about Percy.

Shelves: Percy Jackson

Site:: archiveofourown.org
Words:: 261,935
Status:: In-Progress

Summary

Percy Jackson isn't just a demigod. Through a series of events, he has been bound by blood to a powerful monster...
(Title subject to potential change)

Shelves: Percy Jackson

Site:: archiveofourown.org
Words:: 110,871
Status:: In-Progress

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Percy and Annabeth navigate the second half of their senior year, sweating out their grades, avoiding hallway hoodlums and the occasional monster. And there's that constant worry that something's gone wrong out west, since nobody seems to be able to communicate with them from out there.
But it's not all bad. They finally get to do some normal high school-ly things. Like prom! And graduation!
Still, they've got a lot on their minds. And nosy parents. Of both the mortal and the godly variety.
A mostly fluffy look at their post-BOO relationship. Cameos by lots of folks.
Rated mature, because high schoolers use bad language in real life. Shocking I know. *fans self like Hazel* And they get up to things when they're alone. Also, some nightmares and post-Tartarus trauma to deal with, in later chapters. See chapters for specific content warnings.

Part 1 of Senior Year Cliches

Shelves: Percy Jackson

Site:: archiveofourown.org
Words:: 206,035
Status:: Completed

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When Ophelia gets reborn into her favorite fictional universe, she is not pleased. At all.
And when she realises that the world she is in is not Canon, well, who can blame her for shaking things up?
ABANDONED
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For Fucks Sake, I’ve Got To Grow Up Again? by IzzyMRDB & RavenCarver

So, I've been reincarnated into a fictional world... Does this mean I have to go through my childhood all over again? Fuck.
[Prequel to 'For fuck's sake, why did I ever want to be a Half-Blood?', can be ignored in the favour of the main series and vice-versa]

For fuck's sake, why did I ever want to be a Half-Blood? by IzzyMRDB & RavenCarver

When I got reborn, I was out of fucks to give. Puberty? Boyfriends before college? Passing maths and preventing Kronos from rising at the same gods-damn time? Well. I guess it can’t get-
Wait. This isn’t canon.
Why is everything off script? DOES THIS MEAN I CAN DO WHAT I WANT?

For Fuck’s Sake, I ain’t drowning in no Sea of Monsters! by IzzyMRDB & RavenCarver

Well, I’ve made it through the first year of Camp Half-Blood, but the consequences of my actions don’t exactly inspire much confidence for my second.
At least I have a therapist now. Yay.

For fuck's sake, this is why you plan! by IzzyMRDB & RavenCarver

Where the ideas/planning that have already been posted on the main fic gets posted. So, SPOILERS!for those who haven't read For fuck's sake, why did I ever want to be a Half-Blood?

Shelves: Percy Jackson

Site:: archiveofourown.org
Words:: 111,739
Status:: Completed

1 – 5 of 5 Works in Sally Jackson is a Good Parent

Oh Yeah, No, I Totally Forgot by BlueberryLimoncello

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan

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With Friends Like These Anthology by mrthology

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types

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Poisoned Blood by The_Plauge_Dragon

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan

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Green Day, Aerosmith, Vitamin C (and other cliches): Stories from Senior Year by No2Ticonderoga

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan

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Who the fuck thought making me a Half-blood was a good idea? Anthology by IzzyMRDB, RavenCarver

Fandoms: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, RIORDAN Rick - Works, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Demigod Diaries - Rick Riordan

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