PJO Porn Drabble Meme Round-up
Round-up post from the PJO Porn Drabble Meme.
Six drabbles in all (with a bonus sentence!fill at the end) of various pairings (including Heroes characters, but no spoilers past Lost Hero). Links are to the threads on the meme, more for my OCD purposes than anything else.
Mostly this has taught me that I'm intrigued as fuck about PJO/Heroes crossover pairings; I might make some of these into legit fics, even.
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Luke/Nico, proper introduction
"Luke?" Nico asks in amazement, stopping the boy in his tracks. Nico sees him stiffen, start to turn, and is surprised. Being a son of Hades and all, Nico tends to see souls instead of people, but others rarely make such a mistake; he assumed the boy--whoever he is now--would just go on his way, paying no attention to Nico's case of mistaken identity.
"What did you call me?" the boy asks, shaken, like Nico just confirmed something he'd been afraid of for years.
"Luke," Nico answers him warily, like he's afraid of telling this boy the truth, of confirming something he shouldn't even suspect. "You just reminded me of someone I...knew, once." (Did he really know Luke? he thinks. No, he decides. He really didn't).
Nico mumbles an apology and turns to go, to let this spectre from his past drift away from him again, but the boy frantically calls out "Wait!" and grabs Nico's arm, facing him.
"Are you--who is..." he trails off, not knowing what to ask, or deciding it would be better not to. But he doesn't look like he's going anywhere without some kind of answer, so Nico decides to stick around.
"Nico," he tells the boy, extending his hand.
"Shane," the boy replies, taking it. "Nice to meet you."
Nico nods, gesturing them to a nearby coffeeshop. Shane is much too eager (desperate, Nico thinks) to follow a complete stranger who called him by a name he doesn't know why he recognized, and Nico knows his instincts were correct.
Nice to meet you too, Luke, he thinks to himself.
A/N: Then I realized that it was a porn drabble meme and that this was decidedly not porn, so I added this: So clearly after Nico explains/avoids the subject they go back to Shane's place and have lots of kinky sex, wherein Shane only lets Nico call him Luke and Nico thinks Shane's eyes flash gold, just for a second, as he comes.
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Percy/Jason. Who's the best hero? Battle for dominance.
It's hardly the first time they've had this not-so-mock argument, and Percy doesn't know about Jason, but it seems to him the perfect excuse.
They've been "fighting" (Percy's quotes) for almost 30 minutes now, and Percy almost laughs when Jason pins him underneath him on the bed.
"Clearly, I'm stronger than you. The Romans were vastly superior in their martial prowess," Jason tells him, in what could still be passed off as a playful tone, but with an undercurrent of arrogance that tells Percy he's definitely not entirely joking. He adds, as if he can't help himself, "if they even had any to begin with."
"Maybe," Percy conceedes gallantly, "but the Greeks were smarter," he says, taking advantage of Jason's distraction and dislodging him, flipping him onto the bed. He straddles Jason's hips, blissfully unaware of Jason's nails stratching at him, using his slight weight advantage to its full potential.
"There's one more thing, of course," Percy nearly growls, leaning down close to Jason's ear. "Last I checked," the smugness dripping from his voice now, "you weren't invincible."
Jason shudders about a milisecond before Percy leans in and kisses his neck, trailing over Jason's skin from his ear to right above his collarbone, where Percy bites him hard enough to break the skin. He stops right before he draws blood; he pulls back and surveys the angry mark with satisfaction.
"Feel that?" he asks Jason pointedly, and even though Jason only stares up at him, breathing hard and refusing to answer, Percy smiles. "Thought so," he says.
Jason grinds his hips into Percy in response.
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Percy/Calypso, drugged, sunshine, forever
The sun is hot on his skin. He feels sand underneath him, pinprick burns on his body. A shadow moves over him, heavy with her silence.
"Where am I?" he asks. The shadow comes closer.
He retreats back into sleep.
The sun is still hot. He opens his eyes, but is blinded by the brilliant glare of its rays on the sand.
He closes them again, hears her voice as if from far away.
"I did not think you would return, young hero."
Her touch is warm like the sun, and she leaves trails of light upon his skin, burning away whatever is left.
He reaches out for her, maybe to stop her, but he does not think she is entirely real and--
He opens his eyes, and there is only sunlight. His veins feel heavy, like they run with something other than blood. She is there, when he turns, and her lips are like a brand on his abused skin.
"I won't let you go this time, Percy Jackson," she tells him.
(He believes her).
She splits him open with her soft caresses and his body is a bundle of frayed nerves that responds to her touch. It thrums underneath her, and the light plays games across his eyelids when he closes his eyes and comes.
He hears the echo of her laugh, crashing through his skull like the constant drone of waves on the beach. It hints at eternity, and there's nowhere to retreat to, anymore. (She is inside him now).
He stops trying.
His eyes are open. His body bleeds light and she consumes him, utterly.
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Percy/Annabeth/Nico, rerun
They just so happen to be in a rather compromising position when the monster shows up.
Percy emerges from somewhere under the sheets to look up at Nico and Annabeth, limbs and fingers and lips still partially entwined, when they first hear the roar and the sound of smashing rubble that can only mean one thing.
"What are the chances there's another demigod around here somewhere that can take care of that?" Nico asks them, sounding almost bored.
"Not good," Annabeth answers him. "Besides, who else do you think it's here for?" she asks, giving pointed looks to the two sons of the Big Three currently residing in her bed. Percy's about to make what was sure to be a scathing remark when they hear another scream, not from a monster but from a mortal--a person--and any humor in the situation is suddenly gone as all three of them remember that coming across a monster isn't exactly routine for most people, that most people can't defend themselves from mythological beings they can't even see.
They jump out of bed and throw on miscellaneous pieces of clothing and armor, paying attention only to make sure Percy's backplate is on correctly. They're halfway out of the door before Annabeth comments on the fact that Nico is wearing, besides armor, only an ill-fitting pair of Percy's boxers. "What?" he responds defensively. "There was no time for pants!"
They quickly follow the inevitable sounds of battle and when they round the corner, weapons drawn, only Annabeth isn't caught up short.
"It's a horse," Percy says plainly, like he was expecting something else.
"But it ate someone," Nico points out, never one to be fazed by death like other people, Annabeth and Percy included.
"Not just a horse, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth tells him, intentionally not looking where Nico is pointing. "C'mon!" And she puts on her cap and disappears. They've fought monsters together so many times before that this is just one of many, nothing new or different, just another thing they do in their everyday lives. They don't need to speak; with the exception of the occasional odd plan from Annabeth, they know their strategy, they know each others' strengths and weaknesses, and despite Percy's initial shock as the horse breathes fire and continues to nip at whoever is unfortunate enough to get in its way, they fall together like the well-oiled monster-fighting machine they are.
The horse seems to get less and less out of control the more it eats, and they're able to turn it into a cloud of dust with relatively litte damage done. But their previous business wasn't exactly finished, either, and they were all amped up on more than just adrenaline, their minds only half on the fight and half on each other, so almost before the fight is even over they're tuned in only on one another, checking each others' injuries and making sure they're all okay. They leave damage control to the Mist and several confused police and animal control officers, and head back the one and a half blocks to their apartment, never stopping touching each other the entire way.
They're not even through the door when Nico whips off his armor and helps Percy with his, and Annabeth tosses her sheathed knife on the floor in their living room. She pulls her shirt off over her head and turns to unbuckle Percy's belt ("I didn't even get to put pants on and you managed to put on a belt?") and get his jeans all the way off. They somehow make it back to the bed in one piece, but they're nothing but a confused tangle of limbs and nerves and they crash hard when they're done, exhausted but sated.
"Monsters and sex," Nico says finally, thoughtfully, into the contented silence, like he doesn't know why they never mixed the two before now. "Who knew."
"We'll have to do it again sometime," Percy agrees.
Annabeth just smiles.
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Piper/Nico, I don't like you, but I want you.
It wasn't exactly a secret that they were both in love with different people. It wasn't even a secret that they didn't even really like each other.
But that made it easier, most of the time. They understood how the other felt--they just didn't respect it.
"I bet he doesn't even know," Piper snarls at him, tangling her fingers in his hair and forcing Nico to look at her. "I bet he doesn't even care," she says, as she pushes him away.
Nico recovers, grabs her wrists. "Or he knows, but he just doesn't want you," he snarls right back at her, pinning her against the wall, her hands over her head. She struggles to break his grip, her teeth bared. Nico just transfers both of her wrists to one hand and tightens his hold, pressing his body against hers. "He'll never want you like this," he whispers, forcing his knee between her legs. She wills herself not to react.
"You'll never be good enough for him, Nico," Piper tells him calmly. "You don't deserve him," she hisses, and maybe that one hits a little too close to home because Nico all but growls, shoving his knee up higher and wrapping his free hand around her throat. She keens under him, fighting his grip, but ends up just pushing herself down on his knee, rocking against him.
He knows she can still breathe, but her last comment is still ringing in his ears and he is a son of Hades, after all, and he isn't one to let things go. He pushes down on her windpipe just enough so it's uncomfortable, but lets her rut against his knee, falling into her rhythm.
"At least I don't follow Percy around like a lovesick little schoolgirl," Nico snaps. He knows he should stop there, knows that he's just letting his anger control him now. But he continues. "He probably thinks you're pathetic, thinking you've even got a chance. Why would he even look at you?" he asks her, his tone just as cruel as his words.
Piper chokes back the tears in her throat and manages to bring her knee up and shove Nico off of her, breaking his grip. She sucks in ragged breaths and sidesteps Nico when he steps towards her again, using his own momentum to push him against the wall. He starts to fight her immediately, and she knows he's stronger than her so she acts fast. She grabs up a fistful of his t-shirt with one hand, snaking the other between them until it comes to rest flat on Nico's abdomen, just low enough to be a tease.
"Why are you even here?" she asks Nico, already knowing the answer. For the first time, Nico stills beneath her, because he knows the answer just as well as she does. "Are you here for this?" she asks him, trailing her fingers lower until her palm rests against his obviously hard cock through his jeans. She applies the slightest bit of pressure, rubbing him gently over the denim. He hisses, trying and failing not to rock into her hand.
"Hmm, I thought so," she says, more to herself than to him. "Well, maybe next time," she spits out, and she turns and walks away.
They both know they'll be back.
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Jason/Thalia. Regardless of her name, Hera or Juno, she always held a grudge against her husband's bastards, and her punishments were always cruel.
They were siblings, and so the seemingly different identities of their father didn't matter one bit. For all that the Greek and Roman halfbloods didn't get along, there was nothing different with them--the same blood ran through both of their veins, and they loved each other so fiercely that nothing else mattered, anyway.
Hera seemed to be the only Olympian who shared this view, who saw her husband's Greek and Roman children as the same brand of bastard, and she hated them all equally. That she needed to be saved by one was more than she could bear, and for all her niceties and diplomatic words, she hated them none the less.
Her punishments first sought to bring them together, and then to drive them apart. But they were bound together by more than just blood, and could not be so easily separated.
Thalia believed she had lost Jason once, and she wasn't going to lose him again. Jason, for his part, refused to let others control his life anymore, and he clung to the one thing that was truly his with a ferocity that surprised even himself, sometimes. Their lives were anything but peaceful, filled with broken vows and lost memories and pain and blood and war; they dealt with monsters and immortal forces, but mostly they dealt with gods--with her vengeance and her hatred and her spite, and they crumbled into each other under the weight of it all, finding ways to fit together they had previously thought were impossible.
And together--silently, bitterly, arrogantly--they defied her.
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Percy/Annabeth, backseat of a car
They figure, Paul's Prius has seen quite a bit of action, why not give it a little more?
Six drabbles in all (with a bonus sentence!fill at the end) of various pairings (including Heroes characters, but no spoilers past Lost Hero). Links are to the threads on the meme, more for my OCD purposes than anything else.
Mostly this has taught me that I'm intrigued as fuck about PJO/Heroes crossover pairings; I might make some of these into legit fics, even.
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Luke/Nico, proper introduction
"Luke?" Nico asks in amazement, stopping the boy in his tracks. Nico sees him stiffen, start to turn, and is surprised. Being a son of Hades and all, Nico tends to see souls instead of people, but others rarely make such a mistake; he assumed the boy--whoever he is now--would just go on his way, paying no attention to Nico's case of mistaken identity.
"What did you call me?" the boy asks, shaken, like Nico just confirmed something he'd been afraid of for years.
"Luke," Nico answers him warily, like he's afraid of telling this boy the truth, of confirming something he shouldn't even suspect. "You just reminded me of someone I...knew, once." (Did he really know Luke? he thinks. No, he decides. He really didn't).
Nico mumbles an apology and turns to go, to let this spectre from his past drift away from him again, but the boy frantically calls out "Wait!" and grabs Nico's arm, facing him.
"Are you--who is..." he trails off, not knowing what to ask, or deciding it would be better not to. But he doesn't look like he's going anywhere without some kind of answer, so Nico decides to stick around.
"Nico," he tells the boy, extending his hand.
"Shane," the boy replies, taking it. "Nice to meet you."
Nico nods, gesturing them to a nearby coffeeshop. Shane is much too eager (desperate, Nico thinks) to follow a complete stranger who called him by a name he doesn't know why he recognized, and Nico knows his instincts were correct.
Nice to meet you too, Luke, he thinks to himself.
A/N: Then I realized that it was a porn drabble meme and that this was decidedly not porn, so I added this: So clearly after Nico explains/avoids the subject they go back to Shane's place and have lots of kinky sex, wherein Shane only lets Nico call him Luke and Nico thinks Shane's eyes flash gold, just for a second, as he comes.
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Percy/Jason. Who's the best hero? Battle for dominance.
It's hardly the first time they've had this not-so-mock argument, and Percy doesn't know about Jason, but it seems to him the perfect excuse.
They've been "fighting" (Percy's quotes) for almost 30 minutes now, and Percy almost laughs when Jason pins him underneath him on the bed.
"Clearly, I'm stronger than you. The Romans were vastly superior in their martial prowess," Jason tells him, in what could still be passed off as a playful tone, but with an undercurrent of arrogance that tells Percy he's definitely not entirely joking. He adds, as if he can't help himself, "if they even had any to begin with."
"Maybe," Percy conceedes gallantly, "but the Greeks were smarter," he says, taking advantage of Jason's distraction and dislodging him, flipping him onto the bed. He straddles Jason's hips, blissfully unaware of Jason's nails stratching at him, using his slight weight advantage to its full potential.
"There's one more thing, of course," Percy nearly growls, leaning down close to Jason's ear. "Last I checked," the smugness dripping from his voice now, "you weren't invincible."
Jason shudders about a milisecond before Percy leans in and kisses his neck, trailing over Jason's skin from his ear to right above his collarbone, where Percy bites him hard enough to break the skin. He stops right before he draws blood; he pulls back and surveys the angry mark with satisfaction.
"Feel that?" he asks Jason pointedly, and even though Jason only stares up at him, breathing hard and refusing to answer, Percy smiles. "Thought so," he says.
Jason grinds his hips into Percy in response.
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Percy/Calypso, drugged, sunshine, forever
The sun is hot on his skin. He feels sand underneath him, pinprick burns on his body. A shadow moves over him, heavy with her silence.
"Where am I?" he asks. The shadow comes closer.
He retreats back into sleep.
The sun is still hot. He opens his eyes, but is blinded by the brilliant glare of its rays on the sand.
He closes them again, hears her voice as if from far away.
"I did not think you would return, young hero."
Her touch is warm like the sun, and she leaves trails of light upon his skin, burning away whatever is left.
He reaches out for her, maybe to stop her, but he does not think she is entirely real and--
He opens his eyes, and there is only sunlight. His veins feel heavy, like they run with something other than blood. She is there, when he turns, and her lips are like a brand on his abused skin.
"I won't let you go this time, Percy Jackson," she tells him.
(He believes her).
She splits him open with her soft caresses and his body is a bundle of frayed nerves that responds to her touch. It thrums underneath her, and the light plays games across his eyelids when he closes his eyes and comes.
He hears the echo of her laugh, crashing through his skull like the constant drone of waves on the beach. It hints at eternity, and there's nowhere to retreat to, anymore. (She is inside him now).
He stops trying.
His eyes are open. His body bleeds light and she consumes him, utterly.
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Percy/Annabeth/Nico, rerun
They just so happen to be in a rather compromising position when the monster shows up.
Percy emerges from somewhere under the sheets to look up at Nico and Annabeth, limbs and fingers and lips still partially entwined, when they first hear the roar and the sound of smashing rubble that can only mean one thing.
"What are the chances there's another demigod around here somewhere that can take care of that?" Nico asks them, sounding almost bored.
"Not good," Annabeth answers him. "Besides, who else do you think it's here for?" she asks, giving pointed looks to the two sons of the Big Three currently residing in her bed. Percy's about to make what was sure to be a scathing remark when they hear another scream, not from a monster but from a mortal--a person--and any humor in the situation is suddenly gone as all three of them remember that coming across a monster isn't exactly routine for most people, that most people can't defend themselves from mythological beings they can't even see.
They jump out of bed and throw on miscellaneous pieces of clothing and armor, paying attention only to make sure Percy's backplate is on correctly. They're halfway out of the door before Annabeth comments on the fact that Nico is wearing, besides armor, only an ill-fitting pair of Percy's boxers. "What?" he responds defensively. "There was no time for pants!"
They quickly follow the inevitable sounds of battle and when they round the corner, weapons drawn, only Annabeth isn't caught up short.
"It's a horse," Percy says plainly, like he was expecting something else.
"But it ate someone," Nico points out, never one to be fazed by death like other people, Annabeth and Percy included.
"Not just a horse, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth tells him, intentionally not looking where Nico is pointing. "C'mon!" And she puts on her cap and disappears. They've fought monsters together so many times before that this is just one of many, nothing new or different, just another thing they do in their everyday lives. They don't need to speak; with the exception of the occasional odd plan from Annabeth, they know their strategy, they know each others' strengths and weaknesses, and despite Percy's initial shock as the horse breathes fire and continues to nip at whoever is unfortunate enough to get in its way, they fall together like the well-oiled monster-fighting machine they are.
The horse seems to get less and less out of control the more it eats, and they're able to turn it into a cloud of dust with relatively litte damage done. But their previous business wasn't exactly finished, either, and they were all amped up on more than just adrenaline, their minds only half on the fight and half on each other, so almost before the fight is even over they're tuned in only on one another, checking each others' injuries and making sure they're all okay. They leave damage control to the Mist and several confused police and animal control officers, and head back the one and a half blocks to their apartment, never stopping touching each other the entire way.
They're not even through the door when Nico whips off his armor and helps Percy with his, and Annabeth tosses her sheathed knife on the floor in their living room. She pulls her shirt off over her head and turns to unbuckle Percy's belt ("I didn't even get to put pants on and you managed to put on a belt?") and get his jeans all the way off. They somehow make it back to the bed in one piece, but they're nothing but a confused tangle of limbs and nerves and they crash hard when they're done, exhausted but sated.
"Monsters and sex," Nico says finally, thoughtfully, into the contented silence, like he doesn't know why they never mixed the two before now. "Who knew."
"We'll have to do it again sometime," Percy agrees.
Annabeth just smiles.
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Piper/Nico, I don't like you, but I want you.
It wasn't exactly a secret that they were both in love with different people. It wasn't even a secret that they didn't even really like each other.
But that made it easier, most of the time. They understood how the other felt--they just didn't respect it.
"I bet he doesn't even know," Piper snarls at him, tangling her fingers in his hair and forcing Nico to look at her. "I bet he doesn't even care," she says, as she pushes him away.
Nico recovers, grabs her wrists. "Or he knows, but he just doesn't want you," he snarls right back at her, pinning her against the wall, her hands over her head. She struggles to break his grip, her teeth bared. Nico just transfers both of her wrists to one hand and tightens his hold, pressing his body against hers. "He'll never want you like this," he whispers, forcing his knee between her legs. She wills herself not to react.
"You'll never be good enough for him, Nico," Piper tells him calmly. "You don't deserve him," she hisses, and maybe that one hits a little too close to home because Nico all but growls, shoving his knee up higher and wrapping his free hand around her throat. She keens under him, fighting his grip, but ends up just pushing herself down on his knee, rocking against him.
He knows she can still breathe, but her last comment is still ringing in his ears and he is a son of Hades, after all, and he isn't one to let things go. He pushes down on her windpipe just enough so it's uncomfortable, but lets her rut against his knee, falling into her rhythm.
"At least I don't follow Percy around like a lovesick little schoolgirl," Nico snaps. He knows he should stop there, knows that he's just letting his anger control him now. But he continues. "He probably thinks you're pathetic, thinking you've even got a chance. Why would he even look at you?" he asks her, his tone just as cruel as his words.
Piper chokes back the tears in her throat and manages to bring her knee up and shove Nico off of her, breaking his grip. She sucks in ragged breaths and sidesteps Nico when he steps towards her again, using his own momentum to push him against the wall. He starts to fight her immediately, and she knows he's stronger than her so she acts fast. She grabs up a fistful of his t-shirt with one hand, snaking the other between them until it comes to rest flat on Nico's abdomen, just low enough to be a tease.
"Why are you even here?" she asks Nico, already knowing the answer. For the first time, Nico stills beneath her, because he knows the answer just as well as she does. "Are you here for this?" she asks him, trailing her fingers lower until her palm rests against his obviously hard cock through his jeans. She applies the slightest bit of pressure, rubbing him gently over the denim. He hisses, trying and failing not to rock into her hand.
"Hmm, I thought so," she says, more to herself than to him. "Well, maybe next time," she spits out, and she turns and walks away.
They both know they'll be back.
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Jason/Thalia. Regardless of her name, Hera or Juno, she always held a grudge against her husband's bastards, and her punishments were always cruel.
They were siblings, and so the seemingly different identities of their father didn't matter one bit. For all that the Greek and Roman halfbloods didn't get along, there was nothing different with them--the same blood ran through both of their veins, and they loved each other so fiercely that nothing else mattered, anyway.
Hera seemed to be the only Olympian who shared this view, who saw her husband's Greek and Roman children as the same brand of bastard, and she hated them all equally. That she needed to be saved by one was more than she could bear, and for all her niceties and diplomatic words, she hated them none the less.
Her punishments first sought to bring them together, and then to drive them apart. But they were bound together by more than just blood, and could not be so easily separated.
Thalia believed she had lost Jason once, and she wasn't going to lose him again. Jason, for his part, refused to let others control his life anymore, and he clung to the one thing that was truly his with a ferocity that surprised even himself, sometimes. Their lives were anything but peaceful, filled with broken vows and lost memories and pain and blood and war; they dealt with monsters and immortal forces, but mostly they dealt with gods--with her vengeance and her hatred and her spite, and they crumbled into each other under the weight of it all, finding ways to fit together they had previously thought were impossible.
And together--silently, bitterly, arrogantly--they defied her.
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Percy/Annabeth, backseat of a car
They figure, Paul's Prius has seen quite a bit of action, why not give it a little more?