#her a few days after finishing the quest and felt vaguely remorseful about it and that's it

[ladynicte]

Just thinking about how heartbroken Reyna must have truly been when Jason came back to Camp Jupiter and barely remembered her.

Because she met Percy, she does know that even when Juno takes your memories away, if you truly truly love and care and need another person you will be able to remember her, even if not entirely perfectly, but the memory will be there with you the whole way. Like the memory of Annabeth was with Percy.

And then Reyna sees Jason arrive with Piper, and it's okay really, it doesn't even hurt that much, she's Praetor, she has got a job to do, she cannot be getting distracted with silly little sentimental things like that.

And, okay, sure, Reyna can say, maybe Jason and her weren't that close in that sense, it's okay, but they were still good friends, co-leaders of a grand city, he still mattered a lot to her.

And same thing right, Percy did remember Nico, not that vividly or anything, but he did immediately know Nico and him knew each other from somewhere before, because The Ambassador was important to him, in a different way but still, important to Percy.

And then, Jason tells her that he didn't remember her at all, no name, no blurry face, no dreams, no voice, no vague sense that he was missing somebody from somewhere.

That he only started sorta remembering her days after he had already finished his quest, for his new patron goddess, and his new friends, at his new camp, in his new life, with his new girlfriend.

But it's fine, really, Reyna is mature, she doesn't let little things bring her down. She's roman, truly roman, daughter of a fully only Roman Goddess. She's Praetor, she's strong, she will welcome these strange Greek people into her city and throw a feast in their honour, she won't even be salty or rude about it. Really, Reyna is fine, it doesn't even hurt.

#and then half her city gets destroyed by them #reyna avila ramirez arellano #jason grace #pjo #just man i can imagine her feeling so destroyed because she knows how much percy loves Annabeth to the point of remembering her no matter #what and then Jason arrives and just barely knows who she is and then she can say well i mean at least we were good friends right close #friends and then its not the case either because jason didnt have a sudden recognizion moment like percico did he just randomly remembered #her a few days after finishing the quest and felt vaguely remorseful about it and that's it #and then reyna isnt even allowed to show weakness and be openly sad about it because shes a roman leader and percy is about to leave her #making her the only roman leader once more she has got to be strong and then they betray her and octavian takes over #:((( my poor girl #luna's headcanons #not really a headcanon though more of an observation i suppose #like i feel bad jason didnt have anything to bound him back no matter what like percy had his friends and girlfriend #gonna start tagging this as Luna's meta

[bloodboundismylife]

Broken

Summary: The events at Rheya mansion has created a rift between Blaire and her friends, particularly with Adrian. She doesn’t know who she can trust anymore and Adrian is terrified that he’s lost the one person he cherishes most.

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Blaire)

A/N: I’ve been working on this all week and I finally finished it. It didn’t turn out quite the way I wanted it to, but it’s decent. This takes place at the end of chapter 8. This is also the first fic I’ve written since September. Writer’s block sucks.

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"Kill her."

Those two words kept replaying in Blaire's mind like a broken record. Images of Rheya drenched in blood, and grinning wickedly flashed in front of her, sending cold chills down her back. She felt her chest tighten again, and her stomach clenched as the fresh, raw memories tormented her over and over.

She felt faint and fought to keep herself from passing out. The burst power she'd used at the mansion had drained her physically and mentally, leaving her utterly exhausted. She had no idea where that power had come from, and her hands were still tingling from the blast. The thought that powers like that existed within her unnerved her. If she could do something like without even trying, what else was she capable of doing?

She leaned her head against the window with a sigh. She wanted to sleep so badly, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw the murderous, hate-filled faces of her friends descending on her, eager to kill her and drain her blood from her body. It was terrifying that Rheya had turned them against her so easily and that they had almost succeeded in killing her. That Adrian had almost succeeded in killing her.

That had been the most frightening thing. He had attempted to murder her and had shown no hesitation or remorse. He hadn't recognized her, and she had seen no trace of the man who had always shown her kindness and made her feel safe. No trace of the man she'd fallen in love with. Instead, she had only seen a monster hellbent on her demise. His eyes had been cold and empty, as though he'd had no soul. She would never forget the moment his hands closed around her neck, and how he had smiled while choking her, how his fangs had gleamed dangerously in the moonlight. Her hand unconsciously drifted to her neck and lightly touched where his fingers had dug into her skin. Any bruises he'd left had already faded, but she could still feel where his hands had been.

Blaire remembered the utter hopelessness she'd felt when she tried calling out to him, when she had tried to reach the real Adrian, only to realize that he couldn't hear her. Rheya had snatched him away just like that and had trapped him inside his own mind. She had made him want to kill her, and he had readily obeyed. Blaire couldn't suppress the nagging thought that deep down, he wanted to hurt her and that Rheya had only given him the final push he needed to act. The thought sent a new thrill of fear through her. Surely that couldn't be true, right?

She wondered for a moment if that was how Adrian used to be before he'd escaped from Gaius. He had always been vague when talking about his early days as a vampire and never went into great detail on what exactly Gaius had made him do. Was the Adrian at the mansion the same wild and ruthless Adrian that had once followed his master's every command without question? Had she caught a glimpse of the Warrior Prince? The Butcher of Antietam? Had Rheya managed to bring his inner darkness to the surface again?

Blaire shuddered at the thought. She hated thinking that way about him. He'd been nothing but kind, patient, and caring since the day they'd met, and she knew that he'd changed his ways. Rationally, she knew he would never purposely hurt her, and that it had just been Rheya working through him, but she couldn't help the fear she felt towards him now. Towards all of them.

Part of her wanted nothing more than for Adrian to hold her close like he always did, and tell her that everything would be okay. But the other half feared his touch, terrified that his hands would find her throat again and attempt to kill her once more.

Blaire wrapped her arms around herself as silent sobs wracked her body. Rheya had toyed with her mind so much that she no longer trusted her friends, and no longer trusted her own judgment. She thought back to the visions she'd had just a few days earlier, of New York in ruins once again, of those awful creatures on an unknown island, and of her unleashing her powers and massacring dozens of innocent humans. Was this the moment she began sinking into the darkness that Serafine had seen in her? Was Adrian's attempt to kill her the catalyst for the future she'd seen? Blaire didn't know, and that was terrifying.

Never had she felt so alone before.

Never had she felt so broken.

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If there was one thing Adrian hated most in the world, it was hearing Blaire cry. He hated seeing her so upset and not being able to do anything about it. Especially when he was part of the reason for her tears. He wanted so badly to go and comfort her and tell her how sorry he was for hurting her, but he knew it wasn't wise to approach her right now. She'd been through enough already for one night.

He and the others sat quietly near the front of the plane. Neither of them had spoken since Blaire had retreated to the rear of the jet over an hour ago. They knew they needed to give her some space, but watching her walk away from them had stung each of them quite a bit. None of them had voiced it aloud, but they all knew they'd lost Blaire's trust and that it was going to be difficult to regain it. And it was all because Rheya had decided to use them as pawns in her warped quest for power. Adrian clenched his fists in anger. Rheya would pay for what she'd done. He would make sure of that.

"Damn it!" Jax's voice cut through his thoughts. Adrian glanced up to see him glaring at the wall, his hands gripping his katana tightly. "God, I hate hearing her cry. Especially when we're the reason she's so upset."

"I know," Lily said dejectedly. "I want to give her a hug so bad, but...."

"But we should leave her alone for now," Kamilah said. "She's vulnerable right now, and forcing her to talk will only make things worse."

"I just hate that Rheya was able to get inside our heads like that," Jax said. "The way she was able to control what we thought and forced us to turn on Blaire like that." He shook his head. "I never want to experience that again."

Adrian silently agreed with him. The way Rheya had corrupted his thoughts and made him want to kill Blaire was nothing short of terrifying. His mind had been filled with an overwhelming desire to hurt her in the most painful way possible. He had wanted to have her blood on his hands. It made him sick knowing how close he'd come to killing the woman he loved. He couldn't blame Blaire for not wanting to be anywhere near him.

Her petrified face appeared in his mind again, making him wince. He'd been aware of what he was doing the entire time, but Rheya had been in control of his body, whispering in his mind and making him relish the thought killing Blaire with his own hands. It was almost like what had happened with his serum. A force more powerful than him had taken over his mind and forced him to kill. But what Rheya had done to him felt so much worse. She had violated him and completely changed who he was with amazing ease. She had turned him into a monster, the one thing he'd fought so hard not to become.

And once again, it had been up to Blaire to save them. None of them had expected her powers to manifest in the way they had. The blast of psychic energy had expelled Rheya's presence from his mind and had instantly made him feel like himself again. It almost felt like he had been cleansed of Rheya's evil, and honestly, Adrian felt lighter than he had in a long time. He glanced over at Blaire. If she could break Rheya's mind control that easily, then just how powerful was she? And how much stronger would she be after training with Kano?

A hand on his shoulder drew him away from his brooding. Kamilah was frowning at him with concerned eyes, and he realized she'd spoken to him and he hadn't heard.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, are you alright? You haven't said a word."

Adrian sighed and ran a hand down his face. "No, Kamilah, I'm not alright." He glared down at his hands. "I almost killed her."

"That wasn't you back there, Adrian. That was Rheya," Kamilah said sternly. "She took control of us and used us as weapons."

"That doesn't matter," he countered. "It was still my hands around her neck. It was my face she was looking at."

"But Blaire knows it was Rheya pulling the strings. She knows you would never hurt her on purpose. None of us would."

He sighed again. "Knowing that doesn't change the fact that she's afraid of us now. That she's afraid of me. We've lost her trust, Kamilah."

Kamilah was silent. She knew he was right, but didn't want to admit it. If Blaire didn't trust them to stand by her, to help her unlock and control her powers, then defeating Rheya would be impossible. Maybe that's what the First had intended from the beginning. To cause a rift between them so that Blaire wouldn't be strong enough to oppose her rule.

A long moment of silence settled between them, and Adrian finally noticed that Lily and Jax had moved off to one side of the plane to sleep. He suddenly became aware of how tired he felt after running from Rheya's mansion and then being thrown into a random fight with Gaius, who'd somehow returned from the dead. Was it really too much to ask for a break every now and then? Apparently, the answer was yes.

He looked back at Blaire again. She was still slumped against the window, but her crying had stopped. Adrian wanted to sit with her, but he wasn't sure where he stood with her now. He didn't want to risk pushing her away any further, but he wanted to help her through everything that had happened. If she would let him, that is.

Kamilah followed his gaze and nudged his arm. "Go talk to her. She might be more receptive now that she's had some time to think. Just don't push her too far."

Adrian nodded wordlessly. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He made his way to the back of the plane sat in the chair opposite her. He couldn't bring himself to meet Blaire's eyes, though; the shame was too much.

"Hi," she said without turning to him. Her voice was unusually flat and emotionless, a complete contrast to her usual bubbly personality.

"Hi," Adrian replied, forcing a smile. "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine." She said with a glance at him, but Adrian could tell she was shaken by Rheya's betrayal and Gaius's unexpected return. He sighed.

"Blaire..." His voice caught in his throat. "I am so sorry I hurt you."

"It's okay, Adrian. I know it wasn't you."

Adrian frowned. It wasn't okay. In fact, it was the farthest thing from okay. Rheya had manipulated him in such a way that killing Blaire been the only thing he wanted at that moment, and he hadn't fought against her. He'd obeyed like a mindless puppet, and to him, that made him just as guilty as Rheya.

"I nearly killed you," he whispered, his emotions threatening to spill over.

Blaire finally turned to look at him. Her eyes were wary, but he could also see a hint of longing in them as if she wanted to be near him, but her instincts told her to stay away. He was proven right when he cautiously reached for her hand, and she visibly flinched away from him. He quickly pulled his hand back and tried to ignore the hurt welling up in his chest. He had no right to feel that way after what he'd done.

"I...I'm sorry, I just..." She stammered.

Adrian shook his head. "It's okay. I understand."

She relaxed slightly, but her eyes never left him. He shifted uncomfortably before meeting her gaze again.

"We're here for you, Blaire. We'll help you however we can." He paused. "And I'll do anything to keep you safe. I know the last time I said that the exact opposite happened, but I mean it this time."

"I know that, Adrian," she said. "It's just...the way she turned you guys against me like that...it was scary. And if I hadn't tapped into my powers when I did..."

She trailed off, and Adrian felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. He didn't want to think about what could have happened.

"I just need some time, okay?"

Adrian nodded. "That's fine. Take all the time you need." He looked into her eyes. "Just don't lock us out, okay? We really do care about you."

She nodded silently, and he returned to the front of the plane. He slumped into a chair and ran a hand through his hair. He hated the disconnect he'd felt between him and Blaire. They'd been through so much together over the last year, and Rheya had destroyed it all in one night. She'd severed the relationship he and Blaire had worked hard to build, and now it was at risk of never being repaired. All because she was power-hungry.

Adrian sighed and finally closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly. He didn't want to think about tonight's events anymore. He didn't want to think about what he'd lost.

He didn't want to think about what had been broken.

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[ecotone99]

[FN] Perdition

The story begins with Harper tending to his farm as any other day would have it. After a few hours in the field he heads to his house for a break, in order to get out of the midday sun. As soon as he is seated in his house a messenger arrives and gives word to him that he will soon be visited by The Elder. The Elder is a collection of people that are controlled by one consciousness, they have a ghostly presence about them and speak in an odd broken harmony with one another. Once The Elder arrives it begins to explain the reason for its visit and declares that Harper’s son, Arvo, is destined to become the next destined hero that will slay the Great Evil. The reason for this destined fate is due to the coloration of Arvo’s eyes. Like his father, Arvo has heterochromia and this mutation is seen by The Elder as a precursor to the coming of a great evil. The story then flashes back to Harper as a young man, close in age to his son now. It shows The Elder delivering the same message to Harper’s father, then it cuts back to the present day. Harper seemingly stunned by the announcement becomes visibly perturbed by the information. Once The Elder is finished with its message, it leaves a message for Arvo that gives him a time to meet with The Elder in the town square. After The Elder leaves, Harper goes to retrieve Arvo and give him the message left by The Elder. Arvo, not necessarily the heroic type, recounts his father’s tales filled with glory and accolade and believes that this too is his chance to make a name for himself as the destined hero. After Arvo leaves to go to the town square, Harper begins to fear that his past has come back to haunt him. This doubt and uncertainty begins to manifest itself as a vision of people from his past. He first sees a child that is vaguely familiar to him that seems to be slouching in pain. Upon further inspection of the child Harper realizes that the boy is struggling to hold his stomach shut, as it has been sliced open revealing his intestines. The boy seems to die in Harper’s arms, then he fades away. A voice in Harper’s head tells him that this should have been the way of it, then the voice disappears. That night Harper dreams of his quest as the destined hero. How he trained and was effortlessly able to pass each of the trials that test the ability of the hero. He then dreamt about finding the tower that housed the great evil and fighting his way through it in order to ultimately defeat it. As he climbed higher into the tower, the bodies of those slain rose higher and higher. Eventually he reaches the highest room in the tower, it has been a while since he has seen any type of guard and it seems as though the inhabitants of the final room are oblivious to their forthcoming doom. Before Harper can open the final door, he awakens from his sleep. The next day Arvo tells his father that he has accepted the task set forth by The Elder and that he is going to start his training immediately. Harper, reluctant to accept his son’s decision ultimately agrees that it is the best course of action not to upset The Elder.

When the time comes that Arvo must leave, Harper decides to go to town and see his son off. On his way back to the farm he stops off at the town cemetery to pay a visit to his departed wife. Harper’s memory flashes back to when his wife was pregnant with Arvo, then to his delivery and them noticing how his eyes were the same as Harper’s. It was after the birth of his son that Harper decided to move out to the farm with his family. He snaps back from his daydream once he notices that he is not alone in the cemetery. A shaded figure is seen viewing Harper from a distance behind a willow. As he walks closer to the shaded figure, he begins to weep as he realizes they look just like his deceased wife. As he continues to walk ever so slowly towards her, he demands to the shade that he be made aware as to what is going on. The visage of his wife then states that Harper knows what is going on, that he must be made aware of the consequences of his actions, and that his current grief is his own doing. The apparition tells Harper that it must be a manifestation of his own guilt over his actions that made it appear. The manifestation then leaves the sullen man alone, grieving. Time jumps forward a few weeks, and it is being let known that Arvo has passed the first set of trials and is on his way home to prepare for the next round. Back at the farm Harper makes ready for his son’s return, but once he arrives, he sees that his son is in no state to rejoice. His son’s body is bruised and battered from the trials that he had managed to complete. Harper tends to his son’s wounds and then sends him to rest in his bed. After Arvo has been asleep for some time Harper can hear The Elder nearing his home, and he goes out to meet them. The Elder speaks cryptically asking if “He” is ready for the next trial or if “He” is ready to quit. Harper states that he has tended to his son and wishes against him from pursuing this adventure, but ultimately knows that the decision is left up to his son. Hauntingly The Elder replies “Then it may be made so,” and turns around to return to town. Puzzled, Harper returns to his house to check in on Arvo. Time skips ahead to when Arvo has finally completed the trials. It is unknown how long has exactly passed. Arvo returns from the final trial more broken than last we saw him, and it takes a few months for him to recuperate fully. Once he does, he is called to the town square by The Elder so that he can be bestowed the title of destined hero and set out on his journey. Harper accompanies Arvo to this ceremony, and once again is asked by The Elder if “He” is prepared for what is to come or if “He” is ready to stop. Harper, puzzled by the questions remains firm that it is his son’s choice, and that he will accept whatever his son decides. The Elder replies “Then it will be so.” After the ceremony in Arvo’s honor is complete The Elder tells him that the one he seeks is covered in darkness and bears the mark of the fog, grey eyes. After this encounter with The Elder, he and a retinue of scouts and militia see him out of town and guide him to the edge of the realm. Harper sets out back to his home. It is late in the evening. As Harper reaches the outskirts of the village, he sees the shade from before, taking the image once again of the young boy. The boy does not seem to be hurt in any fashion this time around and is approaching Harper. Once the boy reaches Harper, he asks why has he done this. Confused, Harper replies with, “what have I done?” Before the last syllable leaves his lips, the street runs red with blood, and bodies start floating to the surface of the crimson river that is set before him. Harper turns back to the child and realizes that he knows who this child is. He has seen him before, but it was so long ago. Harper remembers back to the last door of the tower. Ripping it open, seeing a wealthy looking man amongst his guards, he effortlessly begins to cut them down. The wealthy man can be seen trying to mouth something but is choking on his own blood as tears roll down his face. The dying man looks away to another door at the back of the chamber. As Harper approaches the far side of the room he can see the door is slightly open. Before he opens it, he is able to hear a faint whimper. Harper swings open the door ready to strike whatever lies within but stops. Before him is a child, no more than six or seven years of age. The child bears the mark of the fog, but Harper is hesitant to strike the child down. He thinks to himself, “what has a child done to deserve a fate such as this?” In knowing defiance of The Elder, he lays down his weapon becoming painfully aware of the atrocities that he has just committed in order to get to this point. Having deprived the child of a family and a home, Harper decides to just leave the child where he is. He cannot bring himself to end the child’s life but believes that a natural end from the elements would be more fitting. He returns to his town a broken man.

Time jumps forward again. Whisperings travel to Harper’s ear that Arvo is returning from his journey. Pleased to be informed that his son is returning from the difficult quest relieves the old man’s heart. Harper sets up a banquet in his son’s honor at the farmhouse and sends out a messenger to invite others to join him on this wonderous day. Once Arvo arrives at the town’s palisade, the shade appears once more. This time the shade has taken the form of a youthful Harper, about the age that Arvo would be. The shade tells Harper that he knows he should not be preparing a feast, but readying funerary arrangements. The messenger returns from his task, bearing a guilt-ridden face for he knows that he must break the news to Harper about his son. Harper needs no words from the messenger and drops to his knees. After the messenger leaves, the shade returns. It tells him that we must understand that our choices always have consequences, whether they be immediate or far reaching. Harper picks himself up and heads into town to retrieve his son. Arvo is being kept in the main hall at the town square, watched over by The Elder. Once Harper arrives, The Elder begins to speak to him, but Harper does not notice. He slowly walks to his son’s broken and lifeless body. This is the first time he has seen him in nearly a year. The father holds his son and remembers him as a child; how he would fall asleep in his father’s arms, comfortable and safe. How badly Harper wishes for this to be the case now, but his son just lies in his arms limp and devoid of all that which had once made him who he was. Harper felt anger, sadness, pain, and remorse knowing that he would never be able to see his son smile or laugh again; to live as he once had, carefree and unburdened from responsibility. Harper faintly began to hear what it was that The Elder had been saying. “Now that you have made your choice, are you now ready to destroy the great evil?” Harper looked defeated. He had now come to realize that The Elder had known that he had never killed the child. That the entire time he had been living his life, making a family, The Elder knew what had happened. The trials that Arvo had undertaken and the nursing of his broken body after each iteration, none of it was designed to test Arvo but rather to test the lengths at which Harper would go to hide his choice of not killing the great evil all those years ago. And now that Arvo laid lifeless before him killed by his father’s own arrogance The Elder gave Harper an ultimatum, “You can choose to live out your days as a part of The Elder, or you may finish your task and defeat the great evil. If you choose the latter, you will be afforded the time to carry out your task, but once you return you will become a part of The Elder.” The choice was obvious to Harper, he had to make amends to the loved ones he had wronged. He was not worried about what would come after. He made his way to his farm one final time, prepared for his journey, then set out. Harper was given the location of the great evil by The Elder, for The Elder had glimpsed it from the dying mind of Arvo. As Harper left the palisade, the shade returned still looking like a younger Harper. Though this time it did not appear as an adversary, but like a friend that had not seen him for many years. The shade allowed Harper to obtain a focus on his objective. It enabled him to see beyond his thirst for vengeance against the great evil for the death of his son and allowed him to see that the death of the great evil was a necessary thing for order to be maintained in the world, as this was something that he could not understand while he was younger. Because of his mercy, how many other children had died, he wondered. How many families destroyed because I was unable to finish the task that had been handed to me by destiny? Harper found solace in the fact that he was venturing into the great evil’s lair doubtful that he would return. Harper reached the area the great evil occupied. He climbed the tower to meet his foe. For a while they stood, staring at each other. Both reliving their shared history. The great evil could see it in the old man’s eyes that he had returned to finish what he had started all those years ago. Once the tension seemed palpable the great evil exclaimed, “You took everything from me, and so now I will destroy everything that you hold dear!” Harper, reliving the past few days in head, remembering the guilt and anguish he felt upon holding his deceased son in his arms found the fortitude to lock eyes with the young man across from him and spoke in a terse manner, “You threaten to take away from me that which I no longer have. You face a broken man, who is no longer shackled by the ties of family or love. No, I have nothing to fear this day for I know that I am not leaving here alive, and I am taking you with me.” After their brief exchange, the room went quiet and the air had gone still. Then in a flash, the gleaming of their blades striking and flailing around one another commenced. The battle lasted what seemed days to the men, neither of them stopped for they knew once they had then it would be over. They raged on and on until finally Harper stopped, and he waited. The younger man took the opening and ran Harper through. Pleased with himself for killing the man that slayed his father, the great evil was unprepared for what was to follow. Harper was prepared for death, for nothing awaited him back home. He allowed the younger man to land a fatal blow, for he knew that this would be his chance. Once the blade was sunk deep enough into Harper, he acted. Harper grabbed the young man and pulled him to the ground. Working as a farmer for the past thirty years gave Harper immense upper body strength, such that the great evil could not escape. Once Harper had the man firmly on the ground, he removed the sword which ran him through, and used it to slit the man’s throat. As the great evil laid there dying, gasping for breath, Harper managed to get himself to a chair that was in the room. As he sat there bleeding out, Harper understood why this had happened. No glory was won, no honor found. “Only the dead are freed from destiny,” and with that thought he died. As the sun sank below the horizon his quest had finally ended.

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