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Part 2 of Feral Jason Grace and Feral Percy Jackson headcannons stuff (whatever this mess is supposed to be)

Because sometimes you gotta remember where you started (and I'm trash for these feral boys. Also @caffeinated-croissant thanks for reminding me 😅... Cos I totally maybe... Possibly forgot...)

Anyway!

Jason has several bracelets, Percy unapologetically owns a fidget spinner. They can't keep their attention on them for long but their a source of comfort. Jason's are a mix of charm and bangle bracelets, that somehow get suck to anything and everything.

Percy has days where he won't talk to anyone, he taps the ground and makes little grumbling noises that Jason learns to understand. On those nights, Percy curls up in Jason's arms and doesn't move all night.

Reyna ran to Jason and hugged him in front of both camps. She was so close to crying and held him fiercely, Jason actually did cry because he was so afraid he'd lost her. Reyna also dragged Percy into the hug cos he was standing their motionless, appointing them as her little brothers and that if anyone dared harm them... Well those threats are suitable here.

(That's the day the treaty was made because both Roman and Greek alike learned never to piss of Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano.)

Annabeth is still kinda mad over Percy breaking her nose on his first day (when he woke up) and it doesn't help that he just doesn't care. "It's not my fault you stood so close" and so that's that.

The only ones who are considered friends to Jason and Percy out of the 7, are Frank (because like he's going to judge feral kids), Leo (cos he toes the line... And now I'm going to have to make Feral Leo that it's own post... See this it's a problem I have.) And Hazel because it's Hazel.

Piper is just kinda there, she's really close to Annabeth but after the days in the Wilderness school, where her fake relationship with Jason never happened because no...she definitely remembers him trying to claw her eyes out on several occasions and finds him strange... If kinda hot.

Jason struggling to be human, Percy hugging him close when life gets to much for him. They have a blanket fort and spend days inside cuddling when things get to much.

Both of them are stuck in a constant game of tug of war with anything and everything they have. Scarves, belts, shirts, anything and it all starts without warning.

Percy is more likely to delve into the darker parts of his powers, blood vending cos it fills him with adrenaline and he loves how free it is. And it makes him a great healer, which helps his mental state. He just cannot be restrained, only a few can get him to stop before he goes to far.

For Jason its the opposite because the camp instilled him with rules, he's terrified he'll go over board and has been nerfed as a result. It annoys some of them but Percy is always there to hold is hand when Jason's struggling. But when he's mad, Jason comes alive in a way no ones ever seen with enough raw power and brutality to rival his Father.

Jason just zone's out sometimes chewing some old slippers.

Percy and Jason are taught sign language by deaf/mute campers, to help them when they struggle with words and they spent their time helping these kids improve.

Percy is constantly picking fights and the only one who can stop him is Jason... But he's usually content with watching. Reyna could but she only steps in when she can be bothered to.

Jason breaks down when he meets Thalia, hides from her because he's so afraid she'll judge him because he knows she and Percy fight constantly. But she surprises him by welcoming him with open arms, and while he's odd she's patient. "I waited years to see you again, the fact your alive and well is all I need. You think I care your like this?" it got funnier when Lupa had to show up to stop some of Artemis's wolves from adopting Jason and Percy.

Percy is the first to confess, he gets frustrated because he can't make the words come out but Jason understands and they both kiss under the stars. Lupa and Sally knew it was coming but both fake surprise when they announce it.

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Shout out to Reyna. Professional child soldier, sorceress’s apprentice, pirate, codictator, dictator, immortal aromantic, what can’t she do?

Xisuma is simultaneously everyone's sugar baby and sugar daddy. He gives everyone anything they need without batting an eye but the second Keralis gives him one diamond he's blushing and stammering. They all enjoy giving him gifts because they absolutely love his reaction, and they feel they need to pay him back for everything he's done for them.

Xisuma is just generous. He doesn’t NEED anything back, don’t you see? But it’s still so sweet when the hermits give him gifts that he needs. He loves feeling cared about.

I think it needs to become common knowledge that "inability to read social cues" can show up as overcompensating.

You don't know how much misbehaviour is allowed, so you become the perfect child who never tests rules.

You don't know if someone is irritated with you, so you'll be extra generous and self-effacing.

You don't know how much is expected of you at work so you'll kill yourself in a minimum-wage job and not notice that nobody else is working like this.

"Hardworking and quiet" should be as much of an autism red flag as "ignores rules and doesn't know when to stop talking". Or why don't we just start using words to communicate so i can stop tracking everybody's eyebrow twitches, that would be great.

Billionaire brothers au

Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen and Tony Stark were all theatre kids and could definitely perform so many plays and sing the songs perfectly. They all love Hamilton, Six and most musicals and have been to see all the plays during the first showing of them.

In this au Bruce and Oliver are like 23ish while Tony is 21, but no one else remembers due to how much they've done, so they're all gen z

You will randomly find them singing together when they're bored and all the batkids love it because they're great singers, definitely took singing classes together with other rich kids, like Hope(marvel idk her last name) and Lex luthor.

When at galas, if they get bored enough they'd hack into the system, turn on disco lights and play proper party music and sing to it.

Also it's a singer au, where they are all a part of an anonymous band named something dumb like Veota or something they started when they were younger (so all popular modern day songs were written by them and their friends) and they just couldn't be bothered to deal with more paparazzi so no one knows.

So one day the justice league comes over to Bruce's bc they need him for something and they're just singing together with a bunch of famous rich kids and they're just.baffled. so confused. And they just don't care.

Reyna my love

Imagine that one scene from that animated series justice league where Batman reveals everyone's secret identity(like a badass) then takes off his cowl and they're all in shocked confusion. I mean that's baby girl Bruce Wayne, sunshine of Gotham as The Dark Knight. Then they all get really protective of him. They might've feared him before but now they know he's just baby. It doesn't matter that he can beat them all, he's baby... Idk I find the idea cute

Okay, so I love that scene dearly, but my heart screams for something more personal? If that makes sense? I'll take inspiration from one of my favorite Spider-Man identity revels.

Let's imagine this; The city, Gotham or Metropolis or just an unlucky piece of land that had a really bad day. Hal saw the building collapse first, coming down on them like an avalanche of death.

Hal isn't very good at brain work; He's not like Flash, who can map out an entire route in his mind in a blink, calculating escape routes, and distances, and lengths, and how fast he can run without injuring anyone.

He's not strategic like Wonder Woman, or pragmatic like Batman, or sensible like Superman. He's not the brainpower; But he's pretty damn good at acting like he's okay.

And withstanding that building because Superman got Injured, well.

He can do so with sweat raining down his temple and pain screaming in his system and a smile on his lips, "This is a really good arm work out, guys,"

" Hang in there, Lantern,"

He hears that you're doing great, Hal just well under his hero moniker from Barry. It's a good power up, if nothing else.

Wonder Woman rubs his shoulders before attending to the injured, helping them dig a way out before the oxygen dries out.

Another thing he's not good at is comforting people; He's lost to crying kids. Especially crying kids whose parents are paste under rubble and hubris.

His back is arching, his fire's going out. All he knows is that those little sniffles and whimpers in the hissing silence hurts worse.

The only person he can think would be worse than him at it is Batman; Stone masked, more shadow than person, a labyrinth of a man.

But Hal isn't paid to think for a reason, because Batman kneels by that kid, and places a fatherly hold on his shoulders, just like Hal's father used to do when he bruised his knees climbing trees.

He doesn't say anything, because there's nothing to say. Words aren't medicine, after all. He's just waiting, it seems like, until the kid speaks first, " My daddy's dead."

"...Yes. I'm sorry."

"But, -- but you were here. You're the justice league! No one dies when you're around! You're supposed to save everybody! So why-- why not him?!"

The weight gets heavier.

" Your father asked us to take care of you first. He protected you."

" You should've left me, then! What am I going to do now? I'm just, -- I'm just...A human."

" So am I."

" No, you're Batman. That's, -- That's not the same. You don't understand. "

Hal's vision is blurry and pained, bordering dangerously close to the deep dark void of unconsciousness, -- but he can't, he can't, God damn it Hal, be useful for once in your entire life, -- but he makes out a shadow moving.

He makes out the shape of Bruce's cowl, an armor, a secret, a mystery with no epilogue. Then he sees pale. Two dots of blue, sparkling from dark grey smudge.

When his vision sharpens, so does the tired face of Bruce Wayne.

"...Oh, holy shit."

" I do, " his voice changes, too, thought that may be just Hal's pumping eardrums playing tricks on him. He goes from grainy and rough to rain soft and porcelain. " I do know. Our pain isn't the same. But the way we can get through it, is. Together."

The kid falls in his arms. For just a moment, it seems like death won when the ring powers out.

"Shazam!"

" Hey guys," Shazam's pretty wheezy for a tank made of beef and godly hands, " Sorry for the hold up. Got stuck in traffic."

They make it out. They use the picture of Wonder Woman carrying him out on her back, and Green Arrow shoves it in his face at the first opportunity.

He doesn't expect them to stick around in the hospital. But he does need to know, " Okay, so, hopefully that wasn't a near death fever dream. But are you Bruce Wayne?"

He asks Batman, and Bruce answers, a tone of shyness not unlikely a new kid introducing himself to the class, " ...Yes. and you're Hal Jordan."

"...Was it the biceps that gave it away?"

He doesn't smile, but Hal doesn't expect him to.

" Well, I mean...I'm in for the long run with you guys," Barry offers them a dorky smile before taking off his mask, too. " My name is Barry Allen. And I'm the fastest man alive...Also a bit of a science nut. I need to see your gadgets, by the way. Your Kevlar durability is just amazing, I mean the way you somehow altered the material,--"

" Oh," Apparently, Batman can blush. It's pretty addictive.

One by one, they follow, all easy smiles, all trust.

" My name is Diana. Princess of Themyscaria. I enjoy ice cream and swords."

" My name is Oliver Queen, and if you want to make a gay joke, don't bother. I said them all and I'm getter at it. And you!" He points directly at Bruce with an arrow, " You're in so much trouble for not telling me about this!"

" You didn't tell me either."

" What kind of detective can't explain the white, blonde, rich, good looking guy apart from Green Arrow? Come on."

Hal has a suspicion Bruce already knew, but said nothing out of courtesy.

" Hal Jordan. I almost broke my spine for you, so, you're welcome for That."

Superman strokes the back of his neck and hunches his shoulders, " I'm, uh, Clark Kent. I'm a journalist for the Daily Planet. I, uh...Make a mean apple pie. Which I could really go for right now."

" Hey, you punched Lex Luthor in the face! Good on you, man."

Diana chuckles, " You'll have to make your famous apple pie for us some time."

" Sure. I like eating with friends."

Hal and Oliver are definetly discussing that blush on Bruce later.

They all turn to Shazam, who's been listening, quiet for once, before he blows a laugh, "Uh, yeah, pass. You guys are nice and all, but I'm more than fine with this. Just me. Good old Shazam."

Crack.

" Is that...Is that a fucking 10 year old?!"

" I'm eleven!"

" What the FUCK,--"

" Don't curse in front of the 9 year old!"

" Again, I am eleven!"

" Who let the 8 year old in!?"

" Wow. Adults really don't listen, huh."

Bruce quite literally shakes on one place, " Are, um, are your parents deceased by chance?" He sounds hopeful about it, too.

" So. A handsome pilot. The fastest dork alive. A badass princess. A good guy who punches hard. A bow and arrow. A weirdo. And a 5 year old. We're quite the group, huh?"

" Again. I'm 11."

" Until you don't bring me some pizza and a bear, you're nothing."

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.