OC Oneshots

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OC: Jaron Kalvin (he/him)
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Species: Demigod, son of Hermes and legacy of Aphrodite

Gonna start putting pronouns up there since most of these are in first person pov

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Luke had been a hard loss for the camp.

Not only had he left in the worst way possible - betrayal - he had also been the guy who helped countless half-bloods get claimed. Including me.

It was ironic, really... helping kids get recognized by the gods, when really he was working against them.

Maybe he had just seen too many failures.

I twirled my Celestial Bronze sword around my right index finger as I walked and thought about the events of the last couple days. It was mostly there for show, even training under Luke I was probably the worst sword fighter ever to walk the earth. I also sucked with bows, daggers, maces, even guns. In case you wanted to know. My satyr, Bramble, had let me borrow his panpipes for a second, and let's just say he did not hear anything for a week after that.

But I was not here to wallow in self-pity over my lack of fighting ability. I was not even here to mope over that cute Demeter boy who had recently rejected me for the fifth time.

It would be time to go home soon. Tomorrow, in fact.

I didn't want to go home. But Mom had asked me to come home, so I had signed up to go home.

I should be packing, I thought.

'Home,' I called it, but that place wasn't home. Here, at least I knew when my next meal was coming.

I arrived at the stone formation known as Zeus's Fist. It looked like a massive pile of pegasus poop from this angle.

A small cavity in the stone caught my eye. I'd never really noticed it in my previous ventures to this part of the forest. I jumped over a smaller rock and went over to investigate. Slipping into the tiny cave, I found it to be nothing really of interest.

It could have been the den of some monster. My subconscious made the switch over to Fancy Hermes Stealth Mode. My footsteps were quieter, my breathing was slower and calmer, and my mind was clearer. Maybe it was my father's magic. Or maybe it was just my ADHD. They were basically the same thing in the demigod world, right? Well, not really.

Even Fancy Hermes Stealth Mode couldn't quiet my scream when the ground was no longer under my feet.

I landed hard on a stone floor in a dark cavern. Eyes wide, I looked around. I could see in the dark decently, not amazingly, so it was enough to make out the staircase leading downward.

I looked up. The way I came in was nowhere in sight. Only one way to go.

As soon as I took a step onto the staircase, the floor was gone again and I was falling. My sword flew out of my hand.

I face-planted once again.

My eyes adjusted quickly. There was light streaming in from what was probably an entrance.

I sighed. Magical places were weird.

I headed towards the exit. Thankfully, the floor did not drop again.

As I poked my head out of the cave, squinting, I realized that this was not Camp Half-Blood.

"Whoa," I muttered.

The light I had seen was in fact sunlight. The air was quite cold. I was up on a mountain. Below me, along the edges of a massive lake (a fjord?) was spread a patchwork of farms and houses and a castle. It looked like something out of a Disney movie.

Wait a second. It was something out of a Disney movie.

No... that was impossible. This had to be, like, just Norway or something.

The snow that suddenly started falling and the ice that spread out from one area of the fjord said otherwise. Frick. I'd been caught in the main plot.

Don't ask how I knew I was in the world where Frozen was set. I watched it a few too many times when I was little, back before Mom got into pot and we lived in a house instead of a twenty-year-old van.

I glanced back. The cave was gone.

I panicked slightly and let a curse slip out of my mouth. I need to get back to camp.

Hermes was the god of travel. I could figure this out. I could figure out why the heck Camp Half-Blood had a secret tunnel to the mountains above Arendelle.

It had to be some prank, I decided. Maybe Hermes kids from a few years ago had done something.

Something made me uneasy about that cave, though...

"Welp," I muttered. "Lost my sword. Ended up in a world with an ice queen. This is fine."

I sat down next to where the cave was. "Alright, wall," I said. "Open up. I want to go back to camp."

The wall did not respond.

I had no supplies, but I was probably going to be here a while. I also didn't have whatever currency Arendelle used.

I started down the mountain towards the village. It seemed I'd have to do what I did best... steal.

From a country that was currently in panic because their queen had revealed that she had ice powers.

Lovely. This was gonna be fun.

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I am considering writing a massive crossover fanfiction about this lovely idiot who would probably attempt to flirt with literally everyone given the chance