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An Outsider by User195013
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
31 Dec 2025
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He was an outsider, but instead of being put on a pedestal by himself, he was grouped together with the 7 and held at their feet. He wasn’t singular. He was another member in a quest he never wanted to be apart of.
Things only got worse when the war ended. Jason wasn’t Greek or Roman enough to fit in anywhere, he wasn’t special, he wasn’t the best swordsman, he wasn’t the most powerful.
He was mediocre. Old news. Stagnant in all the wrong ways.
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Or, Jason has some thoughts about being an outsider, an “other”
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- Part 15 of Fight For Your Life
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Vaggie always felt conflicted about the extermination.
Was it fair, going down there, killing souls who already died? They were overpopulated, they deserved it, they were evil. Right? This was what those scumbags deserved. At least, that’s what they were told. One of the many lies spoon fed to every exorcist in order to keep them in line.
“They’re evil.”
“They deserve it.”
“They’re scum.”
The indoctrinated part of Vaggie believed it—was never one to show any mercy when she slaughtered those souls. But a smaller part of Vaggie resented the notion, or at least, resented the killing. Sure, maybe they were all awful people, but did they really deserve to die? Permanently?
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Or, a look into Vaggie’s psyche when she became a fallen angel (and you know, being tortured), her recovery, and of course, Chaggie cuteness
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- Part 3 of Hazbin
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He pushed rather than opened the door, stumbling over to the sink. He grabbed the porcelain with shaking hands, hunching over himself with a pained wince. God. What the hell did he do yesterday?
He was still trying to wrack his brain for answers when he turned on the tap, letting the water run until it was ice cold. (For Hell’s standards, anyway.)
He filled his hands with water, still blinking blearily before splashing his face. It helped a bit with the residual fatigue but that was about it.
He almost didn’t want to look up. He didn’t know what happened, but if he felt this bad he almost definitely looked worse.
Still, he forced himself to look up at the mirror. Part of him was expecting his typical pyjamas, maybe his suit from the day before. Instead, he was greeted with a bare torso covered in red burns, hardly healed stab wounds, and partially healed cuts.
He blinked, staring at the mass of injuries with even more confusion.
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Or, Lucifer suffers in the aftermath of his torture, Charlie’s great, Vaggie knows he’s a liar, and Alastor is… helping him?
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- Part 2 of Hazbin
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He remembered the feeling of disintegrating, dissipating—whatever you wanted to call it. He was there, held in excruciating pain he couldn’t even process, then he wasn’t.
He just… wasn’t.
It’s hard to explain how it felt. Like he was everything and nothing at the same time, there but not there, conscious but asleep. He was stuck in an infinite domain, an endless void. He was aware of every square inch in New York city but he didn’t even know his own name.
He wasn’t Donnie, he just… was. That’s all he could say. He was a numb being that saw everything without seeing. It felt like fire and ice, distant but sharp.
It was terrifying. It was everything. It was nothing.
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Or, Donnie’s got hella PTSD from being literally scattered across New York and his newfound “episodes” really aren’t helping him move on
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- Part 8 of Whumptober 2025
- Part 7 of Unrelated (and Related) Donnie Centric One-Shots
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Someday In The Darkness by User195013
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
31 Oct 2025
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He opened his mouth but Jason held up a hand, silencing him before he could say anything. “I could help you get stronger. We could help each other. Don’t you see? We’re children of the big three, we were never meant to be weak. We were never meant to hold ourselves back for the very people we were designed to oppose.”
Percy scoffed, narrowing his eyes. He was scanning Jason like he was calculating exactly how to take him down at any given moment. It sent a pleasant thrill through his stomach, almost like butterflies—but sharper, tingling and hot.
“What if I don’t want to get stronger? What if I’m perfectly content where I am right now?”
“But you’re not.” He said simply. His lips curled up into a smirk. “Come on, don’t you want to test your limits, see how far you could go? Don’t you want to push yourself until you figure out how to control anyone just by manipulating their blood? The water in their body?”
He stepped forward. Percy stood his ground. “I do. I want to see how far you can go. How far I can go.”
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Or, something in Jason snaps after his father tried to kill him, if only Percy would take his side
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- Part 15 of Whumptober 2025
- Part 2 of Dark!Jason
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'bout to fall just like sand by Demiwitchwoodwalker
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
06 Feb 2024
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this. This wasn't how the story was meant to happen. The two of them weren't meant to fall, they weren't meant to be the two tasked with closing the doors. Everything pointed towards this all being wrong, unplanned, like they'd slipped through the Fates' fingers, tumbling down into the abyss. It wasn't meant to be them, the two opposing sides in an age-old war, sky versus ocean, Greek versus Roman, but it was.
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Jason Grace grew up at Camp Half-Blood, surviving the monsters that killed his sister and nearly killed Annabeth, Luke, and himself, only to find himself quickly facing steadily more perilous quests, all leading up to the most feared prophecy of the gods. Percy Jackson left New York with his mother long before any satyr could have found him, lasting only a few months in San Francisco before the growing danger forced Sally to take him to the only safe place she knew of---Camp Jupiter---where he would stay for the majority of his life thereafter. Neither could have anticipated that their fates would be so entwined with one another nor that there were far more prophecies about them than could be given.