Warning: Age Regression.

For td93028.

Clarisse fumed silently as she felt something hit the back of her head. She was already turning in order to dish out a beating when she caught sight of the object that had been thrown at her.

Blankly, she looked from the little fidget toy at her feet, up to a giggling Percy Jackson.

Behind him, Nico di Angelo was looking far too smug for Clarisse's liking, the cheery face of her young protégé the only thing stopping her from removing it - permanently.

Sighing, Clarisse bent to pick up the toy, extending her other hand to Percy in invitation.

It was best to leave the Ghost King's face intact anyway; neither big nor little Prissy would be very happy if she sunk to his level once more.

"Come, young Prissy, lets go torture Pops, yeah?"

"Oooohhhh! Yes, pwease!" Percy's face glowed with glee at the mere suggestion of terrorising the closest thing he'd ever had to a father - other than Annabeth, that is.

Clarisse stalled for only a moment before following Percy, just long enough to watch Nico's smug expression falter momentarily.

"Prissy," she called, her warning tone successfully halting the young boy's excited skip-run-hop thing he was currently doing. "If you think I'm chasing after you then you are so far past wrong."

Clarisse didn't even get a chance to regret her words before the stupid brat was replying snarkily.

He turned, a lazy twist of the head, before shouting, "i's 'cause you old weecy."

Percy then strutted confidently past a small huddle of Hermes' children, high fiving each one as he passed through the small group.

"Yeah, Reecey."

Clarisse, rather easily, ignored the foolish taunt of some Nosy Newbie.

She didn't however, ignore the undignified yelp that followed the dull thud of one of her daggers embedding itself into the ground at the Nosy Newbie's feet; just shy of their toes.

Even then, she only smirked.

"Reeeeceeeyyy, wha' 'id I sayyyy?!"

"Shush it, Prissy."

"Nuh-uh."

Percy faced Clarisse long enough that she'd see him pop his tongue out at her, before turning and darting the rest of the way towards the Big House.

"Ooh, Pops! Pops, Pops, Pops, Pops, Pops." Percy pouted from his spot on the Big House porch, his hand tugging insistently at the now threadbare cardigan of his closest father figure - again, excluding Annabeth.

"Poppie!"

When Chiron merely placed a card onto the table between him and Mr. D, instead of focusing his attention on Percy, Percy stomped his foot, crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows. His lips stayed pouty all the while.

"Poppie," tug, "Poppie," tug, "Poppie," tug.

Percy was very visibly angry now.

"Oi, Pops!"

Clarisse couldn't help but huff a quiet, slightly disappointed sigh, turning to glare at the wandering eyes of any passer-bys.

"Now, you brat, is that anyway to talk to Poppie." Mr. D's voice was teasing, though it held an obvious warning for Percy to behave.

Percy stared down at his feet, his hands clasped in front of him respectively as his face held clear regret.

"No. 'M sowwy Deedee."

Mr. D simply just hummed his approval of both Percy's words and actions.

Looking rather dazed, Chiron blinked repeatedly, as if trying to blink Sleep out of his eyes or rather to blink away the delicate blurs surrounding him.

"Ah, Percy, my boy; I didn't see you there! Hello."

Percy rolled his eyes, muttering an, "obviously", before appearing rather guilty.

Before Mr. D could comment, again, (as he so liked to do), on Percy's behaviour, Percy tried altering his whole demeanour from Boy Who Knew He Wasn't Going To Get Any Blue Cookies Later, to Perfect Little Angel.

He smiled brightly, throwing his arms around Chiron dramatically and hugging him tightly.

"Helloooo, Poppie."

Not smiling gently, Clarisse placed the small toy still in her hand onto the table before ruffling Percy's hair, ignoring the indignant, whiny "Heyyyy!" She received for it.

As she left, she contemplated over various causes of destruction for that blasted toy. She'd been hit with it a grand total of 17 times this week.

It was Monday. Percy seemed to just be in a very Lets Throw Crappy Plastic At Clarisse mood.

It happened to everyone at some point.

Percy throwing things at them obviously, no one who went through a Lets Throw Crappy Plastic At Clarisse mood and came out unharmed.

Except Percy Jackson, apparently.

So I'm starting up a sort of Prompt Entry thing, I guess? I don't know what to call it. Every week (usually) I'll set a 'challenge' where you can comment both prompts and ships to do with that challenge. The challenge, for example, could range from anything like "Threesome", to something like "Angsty Prompt". Sometimes, the challenge may simply be a letter, or a number perhaps. From the entries, I'll then write a one shot a week using a random entry. Sometimes I might write more, like on occasions extra ones I have planned. Or I might write several entries for the same challenge.

This would also help me with writing your guys' requests.

I wanna start this now as a sort of test run to see how well it goes, so this week's challlenge is " Green " .