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Imagine (Son of Hades! Percy; Godswapped! Big Three's kids (5/7) or (10/12)

House of Hades AU Pt.1 - Perseus' Journey

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Perseus falls for what it feels like hours - but he counts thirty minutes inside his head - it gives him time to think and plan.

He has his ax - his warhammer left behind in the ship, unfortunately - no food, an empty canteen, his very drained powers, and absolutely no way to get to the Doors. If all the monsters are leaving through the Doors, he could follow them. But how? Would they be able to smell him? How quick would the story of a demigod in Tartarus get to the ears of Gaea's army?

He would be hunted all the way through - and how many obstacles could he really cross?

Nothing in his body was broken - but, every few moments, he could feel himself flicker - absolutely drained. His priority should find somewhere to rest, if he even survives the fall.

Perseus doesn't want to think that way, but he can calculate it: he was falling for about thirty minutes now. 30min x 60 = 1800s; 1800s x 10 m/s² = 18000 m/s. Or 64800 km/h. Simple physics = he shall be a smudge at the bottom of Tartarus.

In fact, the free-fall itself should be enough to at least dislodge his internal organs. Why is Perseus still breathing anyway? Is his godly blood maintaining him alive?

If he survives this nasty fall, he can go to the river of fire - he spent enough time in the Underworld to know that the Phlegethon shall keep him alive - perhaps at a horrible price. It might stop him from ever speaking - the dead keep screaming in the Fields of Punishment forever - but he is not dead is he?

Perseus sees a river approaching - he can't summon the shadows to cushion his fall - these shadows are rebelling and he is too weak. He doesn't want to drown, but between the sharp stones and the water, he chooses the water.

Perseus curves himself into a ball and hopes his heritage will protect him. It still hurts - he probably broke at least five ribs and his right leg feels weird - but he is alive.

The voices in the river are tempting - and Perseus is weak. But his fear of drowning and the sheer willpower of getting the fuck back to his friends is enough. He'll get back to the earth. He will get to his mother. The gods don't get to take this from him.

They took enough.

He goes after the fire river - the Phlegethon is never too far from the Cocytus, Dante was mightily wrong in his self-insert fanfiction - and everything hurts.

Percy cannot walk properly - his right leg is really messed up, all of it - and each breath he takes, he wishes he never fallen down this hole.

A selfish part of his mind wishes he had just... let Annabeth fall. But he knows that his heart wouldn't let it happen - he would die for any of his friends. For any demigods - this was never for the gods.

Everything is trying to kill him. The air is poisonous, the earth is shards of glass, the stones are scaly, the ground is too hot, but he still feels cold - like everything in this place is draining him. There's a giant infinite of nothing stretching over him - no sun, no ceiling, nothing.

The pit feels alive somehow. There's a weird pulsing every time he takes a step, and sometimes he trips on weird purple purulent bubbles. Everything is also so humid and slippery - it's like walking on dead fish.

He shivers - is the beginning of sickness and intoxication settling onto him. Perseus doesn't have the luxury to vomit - not here, not now. He doesn't have nutrients to waste. Perseus stop thinking about the place he is in - the less he knows, the best.

Perseus is half pushing himself through, before getting into the margins of the lava river and just drinking huge mouthfuls. It's awful - it burns his hands, his chapped lips, and all the way down to his stomach. He can feel the taste of ash and blood in his tongue, and wonders if his voice will be the same after this.

It's such a capricious thought that it makes him chuckle mutely. He is lucky if he survives to destroy the doors. It's a miracle if Perseus ever reunites with his friends - he would gladly do it without his voice.

The lava heals most of his injuries - the scars never leave. His leg is still a little wobbly - like he might fall any second.

After he fills his canteen, Arachne appears in all of her dastardly glory - and Perseus hates her. It's her fault he is stuck in this mix between the ninth circle of hell and Mordor. Another immortal being with a sense of superiority and a grudge against the gods. It's her fault, and Perseus wants her to suffer.

She deserves it - Perseus doesn't blame her for her grudge in the gods, but she took it out in them, in the demigods, in his people. At least he could take this opportunity to take this blight from the world for a while.

He kills her - slowly. He starts by cutting her legs - every time one reaches for him, he racks it off. Then, when it tries to run away - or better, roll away - he beheads it.

Because it's not a she. It's not a girl of Athens with a bad case of hubris - it's a monster. A monster created by Athena - and how fitting that the goddess created the monster who stomped her children for centuries in a search the goddess send them in. Wise, indeed.

He keeps limping to safety - is there even safety in this hellhole? Damn Arachne, damn Athena, damn Annabeth for wanting to prove herself to the bitch.

He loves Annabeth - not the way she possibly wants him to, but love nonetheless - but this. This is her fault. If not for her misplaced want for approval and immensurable hubris, they might as well be all in the ship now. But that was always his destiny, wasn't it?

Child of Hades - might as well die in the depths of hell for those ungrateful bastards. Wasn't that what they did to his father? Cast him into hell - and isolate him forever from earth and heaven. They must be so happy, so glad that he is here, again dying for immortal beings that don't care.

He is going to get out. And then, he is going to punch every single god that he ever restrained himself from doing so: Dionysus, Mars Ultor, Venus Verticordia, Aphrodite, Bacchus, Juno, Hera, Ceres, Zeus, Jupiter, his father, Nemesis, Invidia, Athena. Every single one of them. He has a growing list.

He keeps limping - most of the time, he borders the stones that litter the margins of the fire river. Sometimes, he hides in the shadows of the cliffs - Perseus cannot waste his strength, and the more that he stalls the monsters to know he is here, the most he lives.He can't keep hiding for long.

Three cyclops pass through him - the exact ones who tried to kill him in his first quest after the Bolt. They attack him - Perseus kills all three of them. It’s their fault too - they should’ve killed him before.

Ugly #1 tries to attack him alone - his hubris is his downfall. Perseus cuts both his arms before finally spilling his guts on the fiery ground. Ugly #2 and #3 go down together - both with their heads split open under his ax.

Perseus has no need for mercy. He has an objective - and no obstacle will stay in his way. He does meet Bob/Iapetus in the way - and is sad, because he has no space for morals here - righteousness will only get him dead in this wasteland.

The titan wants to join him - after he destroyed his life. He can't remember anything - not even here, on the motherland. How much of a dick can he be?

A big one, apparently, because he decides not to tell Bob anything. He doesn't have the raw strength to fight a Titan. He doesn't have his powers - not even his warhammer. It's just him, his ax, and a lot of firewater. And now, Bob and his war shovel. Perseus is not telling a titan that he helped murder two of his brothers and wiped his memory.

Bob tells him they are far from the Doors - that time passes differently inside Tartarus. When Perseus tells him, in a raspy voice that he barely recognizes, that he's been here for almost a day, the Titan disagrees - he might've been here for an hour or a week, maybe more, maybe less. There's no way to know.

They keep walking. The titan's aura is almost enough to keep them safe, but some monsters don't care. Perseus kills two empousai, four carnivorous sheep, and a spartoi - what wonderful flashbacks. Bob kills thrice as much.

They stop to rest in a cave at a secluded part of a cliff. Perseus is unable to sleep - what if Bob remembers that he is not Bob and decides to kill Percy in his sleep? What if they are attacked? What if this poisonous ground swallows him when he closes his eyes?

So he curls around his ax, with his back to the wall, and keeps his eye on Bob. Bob ends up talking to him - even if Perseus doesn’t think he can talk back - about Persephone's garden and the bloom of pomegranates on the cold of winter nights.

It’s wishful thinking, but Perseus wants to be thirteen again, scrolling through the underworld gardens barefoot, hand in hand with Kore. He remembers the smell of her hair and the curve of her lips, and the way the flowers purred under their joined fingertips. She was the first to touch him - besides his mother - and that he didn’t fear destroying.

The walls are covered with some viscous substance. He doesn't think much about it - the more he thinks, the more he sees. And he doesn't want to see.

They leave when a caravan of monsters pass - and Percy muses if he was able to close his eyes for even ten minutes. They crawl through small passageways and climb walls that feel like ice and fire for what it feels like a week - it's impossible to know.

Perseus is collecting scars - the river of punishment heals him, but he can feel them under the rags he is using to cover himself. A hellhound left a cut across his face, and he wonders if he'll look like Luke now. His right leg is still acting up.

Seconds could be millenniums and centuries could be hours. The two of them rest five times - it’s how Percy is counting the time.

The war hasn't been won. But the monsters keep reforming and walking in the same direction as them, so they also haven't lost yet.

They find a cat - a skeleton saber-tooth tiger, because this is the place for happy memories - and it just keep following them. It reminds him of Blackjack - and he doesn't have the heart to kill it.

Percy wonders if any of his friends are dead. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to fight for his friendship with Annabeth, if he’ll ever joke with Leo, mess Hazel’s curls, get scolded by Will, or teach Piper math.

He wonders if he’ll ever ask Jason to teach him how to swim to get over his fear of drowning, ask Nico the rules of Mythomagic or simply talk quietly with Frank again.

He wonders if he’ll ever get to choose a college, if he’ll ever see his friends and tell them how much he loves them again. Percy wonders if he’ll ever go on a date, see cheesy movies, have his first kiss with a boy.

He wonders if he’ll ever taste his mother’s cookies again. He misses the warm touch of the sun in his skin, and the days he didn’t survive on lava and sheer stubbornness.

They meet the Arai in a cliff - and Perseus cannot stop killing them. The first curse that falls upon him it’s dust, choking and strangling him - like so many enemies that he let the earth devour. Then the blindness - the same he inflicted in Hyperion with his shadows - and his feet turn to lead - Hercules. One after the other, all the monsters that he killed get their comeuppance - Perseus does not regret any of them.

One of the curses, however, doesn’t come from a monster or an enemy - it’s from Lee Fletcher. His heart aches with loss, a suffering Perseus doesn’t feel in a long time - depression, his punishment for killing Michael Yew.

Perseus regrets it - he also regrets Bob, who stands aside and does nothing to interrupt his suffering. Perseus doesn’t blame him - perhaps he would have done the same, have their positions been reversed.

He feels his blood boil - his body hurts with the pains of the injuries he inflicted through the years - and he knows Phineas’ curse will be the one which finally takes him.

Suddenly, Bob helps. It’s Kore who interceded in his name - the only deity who never failed him. But it’s too late - he doesn’t feel pain anymore. It’s a sign - a sign that he is going.

He is glad Bob wiped the Arai - at least now, he can go in peace. In the middle of his haze, he looks around and finally understands what he is blocking and denying since this journey started.

Tartarus is not a place. Tartarus is the personification of everything bad - and it’s horrifying in such a level he closes his eyes - he doesn’t need his last moments to be a nightmarish landscape.

Percy can feel himself flicker. Since coming here, he wasn't able to use his powers well. Now he knows is probably because the "ground" is no ground, and he can't travel in the shadows, because the shadows are corrupted. Because this is beyond his father's domain, beyond the gods.

He closes his eyes and imagines Elysium - the children that fell in the first war. The soldiers of the Twelfth Legion that died to protect their home. Michael Yew, Castor, Silena, Bianca, Ethan, Charles. They are waiting for him on the other side.

If he dies here, does he even get to go there? What happens to demigods that die in the dark lands of monsters? Did he get to die? Or was he a part of this now? Would he reform eventually?

Bob is carrying him somewhere. He tried to force-feed him lava - but Perseus could have told him it wouldn’t work. There’s a limit even to magic rivers.

He must have passed out, because when he opens his eyes, he is in a gigantic bed, in a place he doesn’t recognize. Percy looks through the window. It’s not Camp, not Nova Roma, not Argo II - and definitively not Elysium.

The air is red and green and he can see the fires burning at a distance, the mountains of the body he is walking. He is still stuck in Tartarus.

Did he reform? Was Iapetus able to save him? How much time did he stay asleep? Where are they? Percy is pretty sure a house is not part of the Tartarus package.

The demigod tries to sit up, but something is weird. He looks down, and where his full right leg once was, now lies a half-metal one.

Perseus can see gears turning, the places where the bronze meets black. When he tried to lift it, it answered as if that is his own - even the same weight. His mid-thigh is still meat and bone - but the rest isn’t his.

He touches his knee - knocks into it, twice. It's hollow and clangs like metal, but somehow, he can feel it. Perseus tries to detach it: impossible. Little tubes seen to stick in his upper tight.

Bob is outside - he is talking to someone. He enters the room, but Perseus doesn't see who is.

Bob - or, well, Iapetus - tells him that the weight of his earth-related curses, plus the sheer blood that he lost, was too much for his already damaged leg, the bone broken in at least five or six parts and an infection settling in. He wouldn't survive the fever - so the titan had to cut it off.

"When the Labyrinth fell, it fell here, leaving junkyards everywhere. There's one that is too close to the Mansion of the Night, so almost no monster goes there. Me and our host, we are no monsters - so we go there sometimes. We found a leg for you - from a mechanic body marked as Sextus."

Sextus - where had Perseus heard something similar? Oh, that's right. Quintus. He was wearing the prototype of Daedalus next body, that he never got to use because Percy freed - banished - him to the Underworld.

He says he adapted it a little - it was too short for Perseus, so they needed to bastardize an arm to make the socket a little bigger - and connected into his thigh.

"It was a pretty simple process - this version is advanced enough that the tubes connected themselves, we just had to put a little fuel. It will be like your own leg."

Percy wants to scream. This is not his leg. He wants this leg out, now, and his leg back. It feels wrong. Dead - he can see little tubes not unlike veins, but there's just lava running on them.

So this is what Daedalus used to fuel himself - the waters of Phlegethon, damned waters to fuel his damned life.

This is just a nightmare - how is he going to survive this without a limb? Will he be able to walk? Fight? Run?

But his voice escapes him - Percy is still too damaged from the lava. His scars itch - they are of a pale red, and he has all kinds of them. He must be a terrible person to attract such curses - the weight of Lee's curse was removed from his chest, but not his mind.

The neural connections in this must be pretty good, because he is able to feel when his "foot" touches the ground. It takes him a few minutes to readjust - bit it's just like nothing happened.

But it did. That's not his leg. That's not his limb - that's alien. It feels and it walks and it works even better than his old messed up right leg - but at least the messed up right leg was his.

Perseus has no need for limping now - but as he looks at his first mirror since this started, he staggers.

His whole body is mapped by white and red scars that mix with keloids - a jumbled mess of raised patches and ugly patterns. In his face, there's a scar just like Luke's - from his forehead to his jaw, crossing his left eye.

Perseus puts on his ragged shirt - he hates the scars on his chest - but he looks at his eye, and thinks it suits him - it's a mark of betrayal, of the gods' abandonment.

His hair is no longer the short curls he gained while in Nova Roma - now it's a big dirty mess that Percy can't cut or do anything about, so he just bundles it up on the top of his head, out of the way.

Jeez. He is a mess.

Everytime Percy takes a step, his "foot" clangs against the floor. He tugs his semi-destroyed shoes in, and goes with Iapetus - to meet their misterious host.

It turns out not all giants are bad - of course, Perseus thought that Damasen shouldn't be the only exception - Porphyrion, the one Jason fought, should've been so different. Enceladus too - wasn't Athena a goddess of war?

If they are supposed to be their complete opposite, why Ephialtes and Otis were all for parties? Why was Porphyrion just as arrogant as Zeus, why was Polybotes able to raise tides and shake the ground?

Perseus doesn't trust Damasen. He might be the "gentle" giant. But he could - easily - kill a drakon everyday. Maybe he first killed the drakon to help a girl - Moira was her name - but doesn't change the fact that he is able to kill a drakon.

He is grateful for the leg - grateful, even if a grudge is clawing it's way to his heart with the force of a thousand suns - so Perseus thanks the giant, drinks the broth of drakon meat, and rests.

They stay there for a while - Perseus doesn't count time well. Damasen does not seem really happy to let him stay - but Iapetus has some hold over him. He tries to convince the giant to fight for them, but for no result.

Damasen tells him that, while Gaea locked him here, he would never get accepted by either side - the gods would never let him live between them. He has no reason to pledge his loyalty to anyone.

Iapetus/Bob and him sit together. It doesn't feel like forgiveness when the titan finally talks to him. They talk about Zoe Nightshade and Calypso of Ogygia, and the stars above. The titan tells he misses it - his family, his granddaughters - he calls them little stars, because of their father.

Perseus doesn't talk much about their sorrows - he focuses on the way Zoe was determined on doing everything for what she believed on, and Calypso's cunning mind and sweet words.

Iapetus doesn't forgive him - But he does tell Perseus he has a plan.

Apparently, he cannot cross the army of monsters being a demigod - he would be dead in seconds. He only survived up until this point because of his connection to the Underworld.

So Perseus needs to find Akhlys - the goddess of misery - and get the Death Mist, something to shroud him from everything trying to kill him.

Even Damasen's helpfulness has an ending - when Polybotes comes after vengeance, Iapetus helps Perseus run away - with just his rags, a canteen of firewate, his ax and his new leg.

He hates his leg. It answers almost like it's his, and he can walk almost perfectly with it, and when they had to stop and fight a cyclops, it didn't stop Perseus.

But he hates it. Percy wants himself back. He wants out of this desert and doesn't think there's a single good feeling inside him anymore.

But he has to keep going, keep walking. For Nova Roma. For the Camp. For Reyna, Malcolm, Will, Frank, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Leo, Nico, Connor, Alabaster, Grover, Bob, Clarisse, Paola, Annabeth, Rachel, Persephone, Kore, his mom.

Perseus' stomach rumbles with hunger - he grew too comfortable with the drakon's meat stew in his stomach and the rough blankets beneath him. He got too pampered - time to go back to the hot shards of something beneath his cheek and the taste of fire in his tongue.

Now, at least, he can sleep a little - when he is not plagued by nightmarish visions of what he can now see, or of his friends dying because he is stuck here and unable to help. If Iapetus hasn't killed him until now, it's very improbable that he will.

He keeps muttering to himself - Reyna, Malcolm, Will, Frank, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Leo, Nico, Connor, Alabaster, Grover, Bob, Clarisse, Paola, Annabeth, Rachel, Persephone, Kore, Sally - a chant for hope that never stops. Their names sound bad in his tongue - like he is corrupting them.

The closest they get to the goddess house, the more miserable he gets - Hazel, Leo, Nico, Connor, Alabaster, Grover, Bob, Clarisse, Paola, Annabeth, Rachel, Persephone, Kore, Sally - as if he should just stop hoping, stop yearning.

He'll never leave this Pit - Alabaster, Grover, Clarisse, Paola, Annabeth, Rachel, Persephone, Kore, Sally - he'll die here. If not for the names that keep him going, Percy would just drop down. Stay there, become part of this forest of desolation.

Iapetus can't follow him into misery's lair. The titan has no need for death mist - he can take the direct path to the monsters that wait in the Doors.

So they part ways - Iapetus goes back through the Central Wasteland, and Perseus goes forward - into the Poison Meadows of Akhlys.

Perseus sees the goddess of misery - and thinks she looks the part. She and her shield - Hercules' shield - crying eternally.

She denies his request - but he taunts her. Is she just a minor goddess? Wouldn't she want the Tartarus to be filled with wails of the monsters, unable to go out for decades at a time?

Akhlys agreed - but Perseus wasn't sure. She was a little too eager - not something you want from a primordial goddess based on feelings. Elemental gods are so much easier.

And she was too poison-happy for Percy's liking. The way she smiled, fat tears and snot running down her face didn't impress him though: every time he looks around he sees this convoluted primordial of hell and was two minutes off snapping, so.

Rachel, Persephone, Kore, Sally.

Everything around him was wet and disgusting - like most of Tartarus. Maybe being the habitat for thousands of your children isn't the highest of body care.

They stopped near the void, the emptiness stretching beyond him as sure as nothing was above him. He could feel it pulling at his soul - did he even have a body? Or was he just smoke now?

Somehow, his metal leg clung onto him. His ax didn't fall from his hand, although he felt like the weight of the sky was again in his shoulders - he felt at the same time, eighty years older and as if he was nothing at all.

Death always clung at him - he was a spawn of Hades, a hellish being. Perseus always ran cold - and some people, the ones that thrived on life, couldn't get close to him without shivering. But this - this is what death felt like.

Not being dead - being dead can be either peaceful or eternal torment - this is the permanent state of death. Like he is just about to die, but there wouldn't ever be a release.

Persephone, Kore, Sally

Under him, there was Chaos and Nyx - the two primordials that formed the world. How many of those never leave this pit, never got their cults advanced, and were reborn in between the gods above?

Hecate, Nemesis, Eros, Eris, Morpheus, Hypnos, Geras, the Moirai, all of them, dwindling between the Olympians. Did they laugh at their stupid dominions over physical mattters - while they manipulated the world like puppeteers?

For how many times the arrows of love touched the immortals? How many decisions were made under the influence of dreams or vengeance? How many fates did the Fates decide in the strings of their tapestries?

Erebus - the eternal darkness. That is what is lurking above them. Perseus sneaks a lookup - and he can see curves of a person where should be nothing, the points of sharp teeth - it scares him far more than Tartarus.

Akhlys wants to kill him - Percy is not actually shocked. Everything in this Pit is trying. He tried to slash at her with his ax - but his ax was smoke, and Perseus has a very bad control over spirits, so it's to no surprise he was awful at controlling his own spiritual form.

Akhlys advances on him - and, conveniently, she can hurt him. He dodges as much as he can, but inevitably, she caught up to him.

She gives a swipe at his metal leg, her hands are around his neck - the goddess of misery is trying to suffocate him with her poisonous claws. Perseus hates suffocating.

"Stop... P-Please..."

Kore, Sally.

"Misery doesn't stop, misery is everything you'll ever know"

Perseus can't do much, but as he fights back, he feels it - in the bottom of his stomach, a pulling. The same pulling he uses to open the earth and to summon skeletons, coming from Akhlys.

Then, he touches her.

And Akhlys screams.

Perseus can feel the pulling, the way her immortal life is trying to stay in her body - but he pulls harder and harder.

"Please... Please stop."

She is aging under his eyes - he can take everything from her. Perseus is death - and life has touched him. He wants her to suffer. He wants to see how miserable Misery can be.

"Decay is inevitable, decay is everything you'll ever know."

Around him, the poisonous plants thrive, bloom to full beauty. Under him, Akhlys never dies - she shrivels, wailing as he begs him to stop.

But Perseus is death and life. Perseus is decay - he can take and take and take, and leave only an empty husk behind. He would never stop - he would destroy everything in his path, in this wasteland that he was sent to die by Fate.

Sally.

It's his mom's name that brings him back to reality. He jumps off the shriveled corpse-looking goddess and scrambles backward as she scampers away.

Perseus doesn't know how much time he passes there, in between the garden of poison, looking at his hands and shivering. He became what he feared the most: his touch is poison.

It's been many years, but Percy wants his sweaters and his gloves back. He wants to be covered, so no one will ever touch him again - he wants to cut his hands off. He is dangerous.

A deep, dark part of him wants to kill - what is the difference if he kills them by decay or with a stone spike? They would be dead either way.

Maybe he belongs here - he muses - maybe he became a monster, just like the ones he killed. Maybe he would just die and reform here, eventually.

Is he even a person anymore? With his metal leg and destructive skin - how much of him is god? Can he decide the fate of life - is this his heritage?

He hates himself, this situation, this life. The poisonous flowers flourish under his fingertips - and he wonders if he touches a daisy, it'll shrivel and die just like Akhlys.

But he traded a goddess for another, for who would appear other than Nyx. Perseus tricks her - says that he is making a map of Tartarus, for his father, but that she isn't really in the itinerary.

Nyx doesn't believe in his lie - she is a primordial goddess, not an imbecile. He calls her minor goddess, however, and that's enough to get her mad: hubris is a failing of most deities.

She gets mad, invokes her children to kill him - of which Perseus knows quite a few and would prefer if he didn't. So he starts talking - a way of stalling them - and promptly proceeds to try and make her tell him which one of them is the worst.

The children of Nyx - all with terrifying metaphysical dominions - start an enormous fight - which is enough for him to slip through with closed eyes - one is not supposed to look at the Mansion of Night.

He runs - and he feels them behind him. Their powers can't affect him - he is almost dead after all - but they are gods - stronger and quicker than him.

But Perseus prays and he runs, using the stone under him to propel his feet. He feels like he is running for years when he finally reaches the end of the hallway - finally on the margins of the Acheron.

The son of Hades hates water. But worse of all, he hates water that remembers him of his failures. Michael Yew, Silena, Charles, Ethan, Luke - his fault. Their blood is in his hands. He made Misery miserable - he should jump.

He doesn't. The Nyx cavalry wakes him up from this display of guilt and regret - it's a breakdown he had way too many times in Tartarus, and he is not doing this now.

Perseus uses a stone to propel himself over the River - his adrenaline making him soar through the air. He falls on the other side of the water - and doesn't break anything. He can't - he is made of smoke.

Bob - definitely Iapetus now - has his memories back. When they meet again, it's closer to the doors - who are being watched by glowing Hyperion and Krios - the titan Jason killed.

By the time they reach the Doors, all the Gigantes have returned to the mortal world - or at least, it's what Bob tells him. Even the giants they already killed - here they are again, making a mess.

Perseus tries to be sneaky - but there's no sneaky way to subtly destroy the chains that hold the Doors in hell. The monsters almost don't notice him.

But Tartarus centainly does.

And if he thought seeing Tartarus was bad - well, actually seeing him in his interim is way worse.

Tartarus has the skin he's been walking for who knows how long - slimy and greyish - with red eyes and a vacuum-like face - he seemed to suck the life out of them.

He attacks Perseus - calls him an intruder, tells him that he cannot freely walk him. Perseus wants to scream - He didn't want to be here either! This wasteland took his voice, his leg, his humanity. It took everything from him!

Unexpectedly, Damasen comes to his rescue, having tamed the Maeonian drakon. Bob uses his shovel to do the same - while Small Bob stays around Perseus' heels.

"It's your time to save the world, demigod. This is not the last sacrifice in the war you're raging against Gaea."

Percy enters the elevator. Bob stays to hold the button - he can't take him upside like they talked about. Damasen can't come - they'll die so Perseus can go save the world.

"Twelve minutes. Take Small Bob with you. Don't let them kill him - tell the stars I said hello."

So he starts going up. Perseus holds the Doors firmly shut as he looks at himself - a mechanical leg, a skeleton tiger in his ankles. He wonders if he'll make it upside. If part of him won't ever leave Tartarus - if when he dies, is there he'll appear.

The Elevator shakes - once, twice. Maybe he'll die here. Maybe it's better than what he is going to face when the doors open - it's definitely better than what he left behind.

He doesn't think about Bob and Damasen dying behind him, for him - he doesn't think about it at all.

The doors finally stop. He is not sure twelve minutes have passed - maybe it was less, maybe it was more. Perseus thinks this is it. He is not ever coming out. He walked the whole Tartarus, faced horrors far beyond any mortal ever had to, to now die because of doors.

Then he sees the light, and just let the doors go. Perseus takes one look at them - he can see at least two people and a giant - and takes one step out.

He breathes - ozone, oxygen, pure air - and then passes out, crushed under the sheer pain of life.

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hola-ninos · 4 years

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you ll pt.3

Summary: You’re not dead?!?!?! Also, you find out what Nico really meant to you in your past life……. surprise?

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Hi lovelies! This series is not over, but this chapter is supperrrr longgggggggg, and I really don’t like what I did with the end, but here it is!

https://depressed-teen-needs-her-coffee.tumblr.com/post/626371804289777664/you-ll-part-2

find pt. 2 here^

https://depressed-teen-needs-her-coffee.tumblr.com/post/625639882430251008/you

find pt. 1 here^

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Darkness.

Darkness surrounded you.

It was so quiet.

So serene.

So peaceful.

Yet it was all so wrong.

Voices.

Everywhere.

“WHO DID IT?”

“I WILL PERSONALLY RIP THEIR THROATS OUT.”

“She’s not dead.”

“what?”

“Her soul. It’s still here.”

Pain.

Rage.

Mars.

“As you can see, no one is dying. Death is chained. And someone needs to save him.”

Fear.

Panic.

Nico

Darkness.

Peacefulness.

Sleep.

…

“She’s waking up.” you hear as you open your eyes. Reyna stands over you, looking at you with fear in her eyes. “That’s not possible. She was- she is- how is she here?” Reyna cries. “I’m not sure, but she needs medical attention. Now.” Nico. “Wait, stop. Get her into the river.” Percy. “I’ll help you carry her.” Frank. The air around you felt cold. You felt yourself being lifted up. “Guys, watch her head.” Hazel. You saw the river getting closer. You could already feel yourself getting stronger as you were sprayed with the river's mist. The three boys gently set you down in the river, and you felt energy surge through you. You shot up and automatically stood in a defensive position, grabbing your knife for a weapon. You immediately put it down, recognizing the people in front of you as your friends. “I’m so sorry, I-,” you faltered, not knowing why you had just acted that way.“It’s ok,” Reyna said, a sad look on her face. “If you’re ready for it, we need to discuss your quest to free Thanatos,” she explained. “Quest? Thanatos? How am I even still alive?” you asked her, still extremely confused about why you were still with the living. “Nico can fill you in. Now come, we must make our way towards the city,” Reyna responded. Before you could look for Nico, you were almost suffocated by a very upset and concerned Percy. “Are you ok? Do you know who did it? Do you need me to carry you? Can you feel any pain in your lower chest area? Do you feel-“ you cut him off. “Percy, I am completely fine. I am alright,” you replied, making sure to look him in the face. “ I’m so sorry,” he said into your shoulder. “I should have been there to protect you, but I wasn’t. For some reason, I have done that before and I feel horrible about it,” Percy said. “It wasn’t your fault Percy. You were doing your job, and I was doing mine. It’s ok,” you comforted him. “Guys, lets catch up,” you hear Frank say. You give Percy one more tight squeeze before turning off to look for some kind of information. You didn’t get far before you engulfed in another tight hug. Before you had a chance to do anything, Nico pulled back and looked at you. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said. For some reason his eyes were red and puffy, and he had salt lines streaming his cheeks. He had been crying. “Thanks Nico,” you responded, wondering why Death Breath was crying over you, a girl he had just met. Except, this was different. You knew this boy, and even if you had just met him, he was familiar, which was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “I know you probably have a lot of questions, so please, fire away,” Nico looked at you, waiting patiently for you. There was one question that just couldn’t wait, and it escaped through your lips before you had time to stop yourself. “How am I still alive? I got stabbed through the chest with a spear. There’s no way I should be here right now!” you exclaimed, very frustrated. This had to be a game played by Hades. You were dead and imagining before you were sent to whatever part of the Underworld you belonged in. Nico just chuckled. “Look, I know you’re freaked out, but you’re going to be okay. Nothing can die right now, because the God of Death, Thanatos, has been captured,” his smile faded, “which means that nothing can die, including monsters, which is not good for us,” he explained. This made sense, considering the fact that those gorgons just kept coming back, no matter how many times you killed them. “Alright, so I’m assuming our next move is that quest. Are- I mean, Mars, wants to send us on a quest to go and save Thanatos from whoever’s captured him, right-“ a nod from Nico- “and for some reason he chose me to go?” you questioned as the boy looked at you with amusement. “Yes. I can’t answer why he chose you to go, but I know that Frank and Percy are going too. I’m assuming Hazel may join along because Frank needs to bring one more person for safety,” he reasoned. Just as he finished explaining, another thought popped into your head. “One more,” you gave Nico a smile for good measure. “Why were you crying when I got stabbed, Nico?” In your 7 hours of knowing him, he had never made an expression like this. He looked almost frightened, as if somebody was about to break his neck. The emotion was gone almost immediately as he replied, “I wasn’t crying. I was just sweaty,” he lied, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his voice got higher as he bluffed. You raised an eyebrow, but decided not to push the question. You knew that some people had boundaries and you didn’t want to cross his. You did know how to get answers out of people, and right here wasn’t the place. You started to fall behind the rest of the group, Nico following by your side. There was no chatter between the two of you as you walked side by side. “Voglio solo che anche tu ti di me, mi amore,” Nico mumbled, barely loud enough for you to make out. You stopped dead in your tracks. You had heard that before…

”You look beautiful mi amore,” the woman said, absolutely gushing at how amazing you looked. The blue waves of the dress looked beautiful flowing down like a graceful leaf falls down in the Autumn. “Thank you mom,” you replied, grinning up at her. “Mom, why do you speak so much Italian?” you asked, wondering why your mother always stated random words and sayings in her favorite language. “ Oh y/n, Italian is such a beautiful language. I learned it when I was staying in Italy. That’s where I met your father, you know,” she said smiling at the memories of the outstanding country. “Why don’t we just move there then?” you asked, deciding that Italy was definitely somewhere you wanted to live. “Well first off, that’s way too expensive. Second, you have to go to Camp, you oca stupida,” she giggled. “What does that even mean?” you groaned, which only made your mom laugh harder. You perked up at the doorbell ringing. “Well there’s your date to the dance,” your mom said. “Mom, it's not a date. We’re just going to the dance as friends.” “Are you two going to the dance?” “Yes” “Did he agree to go with you?” “Yes” “Did he have Argus drive all the way from camp to meet you here?” she asked. “Yes mom,” “Then it’s a date,” she said, only making you groan louder. She walked downstairs and let him in. You walked down the stairs and heard him gasp at the sight of you. You grinned from ear to ear and practically jumped into his arms, tightly gripping the boy you hadn’t seen in months. “You look stunning, mi amore,” he whispered into your ear. “Thank you, Nico.”

…

“Y/n?” Nico asked, startled by your sudden stop. Your eyes had glazed over, and a few tears slipped down your cheeks. “Y/n, can you hear me?” Nico tried again. You suddenly gasped and leaned forward, gulping in fresh air. Nicos’ brows turned upward with worry as you broke into a coughing fit. Nico grabbed you by the arms and looked at you straight in the face. That broke your trance, and you suddenly slapped Nico across the face. He fell back on the ground, and you were met with a look full of hurt. “You know me. Stop lying about it,” you growled, your heart practically shattering at the sight of him. He got up, a dangerous look in his eyes. “I DON’T KNOW YOU Y/N!” he yelled, looking awfully close to crying. “I just wish you would remember me, my love,” you whispered. Nico looked at you, fear in his eyes. “How did you-“ “My mom,” you said, stopping him. It was too painful to know you had a mom worrying about you. You looked away from him, not being able to look him in the face after what he had done. Not wanting to talk to Nico, you sprinted to catch up to Percy, wanting to forget everything once again.

...

(If you don’t understand what just happened, Nico was mumbling in Italian and reader repeated what he said in English)

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You grabbed a couple things and shoved them into your backpack. Tears threatened to spill as you gripped onto your memory, trying to keep it in your mind. After reaching Percy and pretending to be fine, you had gone into the city. Reyna couldn’t send any help because Octavian couldn’t shut his mouth, but it didn’t matter anyway. You had the SQR Navy, and it couldn’t be better than that. You had some mortal money anyway, and it could get you some food. You tried to get your mind off of Nico when Percy walked in and asked if you needed help with anything. “I’m okay, thanks though,” you said, your voice cracking at the end.”Y/n?” you turned around and looked at him, a tear slipping down your cheek. Being the big brother he is, he instantly scooped you up and hugged you, giving little whispers of reassurance. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, starting to rub on your back so you could breathe. “I just- I remembered something Percy. Something about my mom. It’s scary, knowing she’s home worrying about me. That she’s probably going mad just trying to see if I am still alive. It makes me feel terrible,” you whisper. Even if it wasn’t the entire reason, telling Percy made you feel a lot better. You stepped back wiping your nose with your sleeve before looking at this amazing big brother of yours. “Thank you for listening, Percy,” you said, a small smile tugging your lips. “You’re welcome, Y/n. Don’t stay up too late, we’re getting up early,” he responded. He left you alone while you took your dagger out of coin form. Just like how Riptide turned into a pen, your dagger turned into a quarter. You scraped a few crusted dirt specks off, letting your mind drift again. You heard a noise and looked up to see Nico standing at the bunk across from you. Rolling your eyes, you got up and walked over to your bag, where you put the quarter into the small pouch on top. “Hey,” he whispered. You didn’t respond to him, knowing it was just going to end in more hurt feelings. “Please. You have to understand that I did it for a reason,” he whispered, his voice dropping at the end of the sentence. You turned around, met with his eyes. His gorgeous obsidian-black orbs were brimmed with tears as he looked at you, pleading. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you said. You suddenly noticed how close you were to him, not bothering to step away. “I’m trying to protect you. Please know that,” he said. His eyes kept bouncing from your lips and back up to your eyes. You felt an extremely strong urge to kiss him, so you gave in. Grabbing him by the collar of the old baggy aviators jacket, you pulled him into you. Pressing your lips hard against his, you felt him tense, then quickly relax with knowing what was happening. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you suddenly felt a tear fall. You pulled back, with swollen lips and no air left. You wiped the tear from Nico’s cheek. “Were we….Something else before?” you breathed, hoping he would tell the truth. “Yes. We were.”

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mochideleche · 4 years

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can’t keep away from fate | CH9

Pairing : Percy jackson x demigod!reader

summary : The daughter of destiny- literally, along with inevitability, compulsion and necessity. Being the child of a primordial goddess doesn’t really assure you a quiet, calm life but when you return to new york after five years of being shipped off to boarding school, your once mundane life says goodbye.

A/N thank you all for all the lovely support and messages, they honestly make my day uwu. Also! i’m so sorry for keeping you waiting but im giving myself a break from school work so here you go!

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Normally percy would hate sleeping. As much as he needed it - which he found was very often these days, the nightmares were nothing to look forward to.

However these day, percy found a little enjoyment in them.

Sometimes he’d dream of kronos and his army, luke’s golden eyes, camp half blood but now he saw dreams of you.

It had been a few months since he’d seen you, since he kissed you- percy always relived the moment, snapping back to reality to find himself smiling like an idiot and flushing red, but his dreams were the only way he could see you.

Undoubtedly, Percy tried to iris message you, but to no avail, you’d never be reached or the line would go black every time it went through.

That worried him.

He’d brought it up to chiron the first time it happened, but chiron suggested that you were probably cutting the line of yourself- if luke had somehow got to interfere with the iris messages he’d figure out what you were doing.

Sometimes when percy made visits to camp he’d see new faces along with hearing about the heroic journeys the children had taken to get to camp along your side.

“She was so cool!” one of the kids who percy had asked about their arrival (obviously wanting to hear about you), “She fought off this army of half dog half seal men with just waving her hands!”

You had acquired a new nickname, ‘the guardian angel’ seeming the way you delivered demigod kids safely to camp so stealthily that they wouldn’t even had known it until the children popped up on half blood hill. Then you were gone without a trace again, off to find other demigods. It sometimes pained percy that you were frequently within reachable bounds to camp but he never got to see even a glimpse of you.

There were also rumours, which were most definitely true, about how luke’s ranks were decreasing in number- random disappearances, as nico di angelo had described them as, of your doing.

“I sensed her presence when i was in the forests of new jersey,” nico explained to the counsellors during one of their meetings, “along with about 2 dozen laistrygonian giants and by the time that i got there-” he clicked his fingers and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion “they were both gone”

Gosh somehow it made percy feel bad that all he could do was sit back and wait whilst you were out there surviving on your own and fighting monsters and saving children.

What a hero he was.

Yes, he was fated to fight with the titan lord but right now, he was busy fighting his math homework.

Percy stared dejectedly at his unfinished work, gods he missed you.

The way you’d laugh when he did something stupid, the way you smelt like magnolias, the way you would place your hands on his to comfort him and the way you seemed like nothing bothered you and how you say everything would always turn out right.

Percy definitely needed to be told that right now.

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Whenever percy felt like he was done for, he’d think about you. Even if he did just see one of his friends sacrifice his life, had an arrow shot through his leg and was falling 20 feet towards a huge mass of water- he was able to keep himself just that little bit more hopeful by just thinking about you.

I need to see her again, Percy thought as he his collided with the water.

He blacked out and was immediately pulled into a dream.

He found himself on top of Mount Othrys in a greek pavilion of black marble that seemed to blend in with the shadows. Through the darkness he was able to make out two giant figures : one seemed to glow against the black walls of the building and the other seemed to melt into them.

“Quite an explosion” one remarked.

“it doesn’t matter, our army shall rise again to destroy the gods” the other snided.

“hm, quite so,” the other agreed calmly, “but the demigods are becoming more, diligent. First the disappearances of our troops and now the explosion, right in front of kronos’ nose, ha”

Percy’s heart dropped, he knew what was causing those disappearances- it was you. What if they find out it was you? what would they do? would they try and track you down? kidnap you?-

“This would have not happened if you would let me fight!” a voice shouted and percy realised that there were in fact three giants there, crouched below in the centre of the room under what percy thought to be a statue was the titan atlas.

he struggled under the weight of the sky, a swirling funnel cloud, but still managed to strain his voice to argue, “let me out! take my place!”

But before Percy could watch any further his dream shifted. The voices became quiet- they were distant, he was no longer standing in the greek pavilion but about 20 feet away, standing behind one of the supporting columns and beside nico di angelo.

The boy faced him, “You see percy, we’re running out of time, do you really think we can win without my plan?”

The fact that nico had seen him shocked percy enough but his message was more than enough to shake percy to try and wake himself up from his dream.

But the image began to fade and he found himself off of mount Othyrs and in a more flattened out land.

At first he thought he was in the forests of long island but he noticed the trees here were thicker, Their branches coming down lower than the ones around camp and the air was more chilly. This was not New York.

Percy tried to take in his surrounds then caught his breath.

There standing behind a large oak tree was a petite girl with her long hair flowing down her back, wearing an army jacket and black ripped jeans and holding out two long drakon bone swords.

You looked distressed. Your face was pulled into a slight scowl as you peered around the tree and into the forest behind you. Percy knew you were in some sort of trouble but he couldn’t help but smile.

But the smile quickly disappeared when an arrow shot out of nowhere and embedded itself in the oak tree you were standing behind.

You broke out into a run and percy followed in suit.

Unknowingly, percy reached into his pocket and pulled out riptide, his first instinct was to fight whatever wanted to hurt you but he quickly realised that there wasn’t much he could do so could only keep up pace beside you.

Most dreams you were in seemed heavenly to percy, but this was a nightmare.

Seeing you need his help but not being able to do anything killed percy. Of course he had no doubt that you could handle anything by yourself, but then again, you wouldn’t be running away if you could.

Despite not actually running percy found that he was becoming short of breath, you were an awfully fast runner.

“Percy you’ve done so well, but I think it’s time you woke up”

Percy’s head snapped towards you. you were staring right at him.

You glanced away momentarily to keep track of where you were going before placing your gaze on him again, “I miss you”

Percy was at a lost for words. Months he’s spent trying to contact you, dreamt of you, trying to reach out to you and now, when time was limited, you had answered him and not only that, you were telling him to go away.

“Y/N-” but the scene began to fade and percy panicked, why of all times he had to start waking up now?

He felt himself began to slip into consciousness but he stubbornly did his best to try to go back to sleep.

but alas, your soft smile disappeared along with the dream as percy’s eyes shot open.

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Percy didn’t think things would go so downhill. If anyone told him that the highlight of his week would be a midnight panic with a goddess, the son of hades and a hell hound, he’d pretty much expect it.

As he sat down by the magical fire, he got some time to think.

After being told that he’d end up dying either way and committing to a plan that would probably speed up the process, he was pretty miserable.

“things will only turn out that way if you think they will”

Your voice echoed in percy’s head, it had become a sort of habit every time he found himself thinking negatively.

Yeah but it’s in the prophecy princess, i die no matter how positively I think.

Then a sudden pain stabbed percy in the heart, If he didn’t survive nico’s plan he wasn’t going to see you again.

He was hoping some how you’d turn up in the next few days, (after nico assured him that you in fact were still alive and he had not felt your death- but that only gave percy temporary relief) He knew there just had to be a way he would see you before his destined fight, you were the daughter of fate after all- maybe you had to like... force great prophecies like this...? it was ridiculous but thoughts like this made percy hopeful.

“you are distressed” Hesita commented and percy was worried that she could read his thoughts.

“the time will come and you will know what the right decision is” the goddess said vaguely

“Uh, thanks” Percy nodded, not knowing what else to say and the goddess return to attending the hearth, why couldn’t gods ever speak plain english?

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Percy had been to the underworld when he was 12. It was a long, tiring trip that took them to los Angeles and had nearly killed him bout 7 times. And only now did he find out about an entrance to hell which was literally 20 minutes away from his house- brilliant.

the stairs to hell were exactly how percy imagined them, dark, slippery and narrow. The only way he could actually see was by the light of his sword and the fact that mrs o’leary bounding down the stairs noisily reassured him that the stairs didn't end in a great drop to an endless pit to Tartarus.

Nico lagged behind, a look of doubt evident of his face.

“You alright?” percy dared to ask, hoping the boy wouldn't become defensive at the question.

Nico nodded, but opened his mouth to say something, “i saw her you know”

Percy stopped, saw who? he thought for a quick second then immediately knew nico meant you.

By this point nico had caught up with percy and stood just two steps behind him, “ She- when we first met she offered me the keys to her apartment”

“She what?” Percy interrupted, too surprised not to. he knew that you owned an apartment in Queens- a gift from your father for when you stayed in New York, and he knew that whatever you and nico had talked about had stayed between the two of you, but this? Why didn’t he get keys to your apartment?

Nico turned away to avoid eye contact, percy realised he must have been staring at him hard and tried to change his expression

“She told me that i could stay there anytime if i needed it. I wasn’t going to step near that place at all. But one night i got into an argument with my father and had nowhere else to go...”

Nico trailed off and percy was worried that he was beginning to back track on himself and regret ever saying anything to Percy, but thankfully after a deep inhale of breath, he continued.

“I was only planning to stay there for a few hours, but it just so happened she was there too. She was asleep but it seemed like she was having a bad dream. kept murmuring things-”

Nico shuddered, “I woke her up in the end and asked her about it but she shook it off. Moved the subject onto the fact that i had actually taken up her offer and decided to make me dinner. What she said though- it, it seemed important”

“What did she say?” percy asked, if nico was scared then he knew this was serious.

“Something about to storm or fire the world must fall”

Percy looked up at nico’s face, he seemed as disturbed as he was back at mrs castellan’s house. Panic rose up within percy.

“It’s probably nothing though” nico shrugged but percy could tell that he didn’t mean it at all, but despite that nico walked past percy and continued down the stairs, “we should hurry up, we’re losing valuable time”

Percy had no other option but to follow and wonder, why did nico chose to bring this up now?

.....

“Percy!”

before he was fully awake, percy had reached out and pinned nico to the floor with his sword pressed against his neck.

“we-have-to-get-out-of-here” nico struggled.

“Oh yeah? and why should i trust you?” percy growled, pressing down harder.

“No-other-choice?”

Percy rolled his eyes, he really did have no other choice.

He stood up as nico curled to the side and retched up for air. Percy would’ve almost felt sorry for him if he hadn’t just betrayed him to his father.

“Does your dad want to ‘talk’ again?” Percy seethed and nico sat himself up.

“honestly percy i had no idea, he tricked me!”

“You know what your dad is like!”

“Yeah but-” nico paused and stood up, quickly realising that there was no point in reasoning, “If we don't hurry, we’ll never get out”

Percy nodded once and allowed nico to take the lead as they plunged into darkness.

by the time the two of them had reached an exit via the palace kitchen, percy was half dragging, half carrying nico who spent every other minute pointing at skeleton guards or zombie servants and knocking them out before they could think about stopping the two escape.

Problem was, nico was going to be knocked out pretty soon too.

“Stop that” Percy said, “your power drains you too much”

by this time nicos legs stopped working all together and percy had no choice but to swing the younger boy over his shoulder.

“With great power,” nico said drowsily, “comes great need to take a nap”

Then the sound of a great gong echoed throughout the building.

“Alarms” nico said drowsily from behind percy, “Mrs O’leary”

“Right” percy said, and whistled.

Mrs O’leary came bounding across the fields of asphodel, probably excited to be back in her own grounds, and circled percy who desperately tired to throw nico onto her back.

“Hey, girl, think you can get us to the river styx?” Percy asked as calmly as possible, despite the sounds of a thousand skeletons footsteps coming their way.

Mrs o’leary barked in response and bounded off into the fields.

On approaching the river bank, Percy force fed Nico some ambrosia. He was scared that he had given him too much but the boy was knocked out pretty good. But after a few shakes of his head, nico was steady enough to stand on his own two feet.

the two boys slid off Mrs O’Leary’s back and ran towards the river.

“Percy you need to prepare yourself” nico said cautiously, causing percy’s stride to slow.

“How do I do that?” Percy asked and nico shook his head.

“You know I don’t think this is a good idea-”

“What?! this was your plan in the first place!”

“Yeah but-” nico seemed to struggle for words but exhaled as if he was angry and shook off his previous statement, “Think of a point on your body which will tie you back to reality and don't stop thinking about it otherwise the river will burn you to ashes, okay?”

“You know what maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all-”

“Percy!”

“Right right,” percy defended, inching closer towards the river.

at first when he nico had proposed the idea, percy had a long think of where the point would be. Somewhere difficult to reach during combat, maybe his armpit? but then he decided he wanted it to be somewhere more dignified.

he hadn’t thought on the matter since then, which was pretty stupid since the decision could possibly end or save his life but as his foot touched the river he knew exactly where he wanted it.

Percy wanted to walk cooly into the river, but as soon as the water touched his legs, his muscles went numb and he fell face flat into the water.

Then he stopped breathing.

It was terrible, this was the first time he struggled to breath underwater and the thought terrified him. images from the past few days flashed before his eyes in the darkness, beckendorf, rachel, grover and even lukes golden eyes.

instead of resulting to panic, percy kept thinking of that point, the one point where his life would end in a single blow, thinking about how that was his connection to the living world.

“You alright?” you said suddenly as you came to stand next to percy.

Percy jumped, he hadn’t heard you or sensed you coming up behind him, (although you were getting better at hiding you presence) and he flashed you a smile, “Yeah, just thinking”

“About what?” you asked calmly.

He stared at your face, it was always so stoic, as if you couldn’t care less about what he said but he knew that you genuinely cared for his happiness as much as your own.

“You”

Your eyes widened as you turned away but percy was able to catch that small flash of blush before you did, “shut up”

percy laughed, a genuine laugh that came from his stomach, you were just so damn cute.

he wasn’t exactly thinking of you, so to say, he was thinking about you amongst other things such as how to kill kronos, how to become better at sword fighting, how to do question five on his trig homework.

He faced the river again so that you would turn back towards him, which worked- of course.

“Stop being so sad all the time will you?” you said light heartedly as you tapped percy on the small of his back, “you being sad makes me sad too just so you know, so stop it” and you began to jog past him towards the surf.

percy struggled, trying to win the fight against the current but there was no use. He felt his arms and legs disintegrating and his soul felt like it was being ripped from his body.

he thrashed around in the coldness trying to reach for the surface and trying his best to keep thinking of his mortal point,

percy was on his last class of the day, he had set them a few drills to practice for the second half of the hour and was watching them with tired eyes. all he wanted to do was sleep.

suddenly he felt a little poke on his back, at the bottom of his spine.

“They’re doing well, aren't they?”

Percy craned his neck to face you, your head tilted slightly to be able to see past his shoulders, your hands still rested just above his hips.

“of course, i taught them” percy scoffed

“and so did i” you countered, “and just for your information, they enjoy my lessons better”

“Who says?” percy laughed, uncrossing his arms and fully turning his body to face you.

“I do” you smiled, making percy’s knees go weak.

Percy tried to push his way to the surface but it was no use, the more he moved, the faster he sunk. This is it, he thought, i’m going to burn alive in hell.

“Sleeping again jackson?”

immediately your fingers tapped the small of percy’s back and he peeled open one eye to see your figure silhouetted against the shine of the sun.

He had taken a nap on the deck, laying on his stomach, one arm under his face and the other hanging off the edge of the deck, and you were currently crouched down with a mocking smile on your face.

“yes, and you're disturbing me” he slurred out and he turned his face to the other side.

“Oh i wouldn’t say this is distracting” you joked, “this is”

And you pushed percy into the water.

Suddenly percy felt a tug at the bottom of his spine and he began to make his way to the surface. it was as if there was a bungee cord attached to the small of his back, pulling him back to the shore. he ignored the searing pain in his lungs, arms and legs and kept his focus on his mortal point.

think of the small of your back, small of your back, small of your back...

he did his best to look up and through the darkness he could make an outline of a hand, reaching in to help him out.

“oh gods i’m so sorry, i didn’t know you’d be that off guard! now take my hand you idiot”

percy reached out to grab your hand.

He sputtered as air returned its way back into his lungs and he landed on the shore of the beach, but the sand felt more solid, oddly shaped, just like-

“Percy get off me! you’re heavy!”

Percy pushed himself up and stared down at nico who was red in the face and soaking wet too,

“S-sorry dude-” Percy stuttered, did he really just imagine nico was you?

He got to his feet then held his hand out to nico who ignored it and pushed himself up, was he really that angry that percy had squashed him?

“Uh- did it work?” Percy asked tentatively, scared that nico was more than just pissed.

“I have no idea” nico responded, sounding surprisingly bitter, “feel different?”

“Not really” percy said slowly, but before he could apologise again for landing on nico a harsh voice shouted in the distance “THERE!”

The two boys’ head snapped to the top of the hill where about a hundred skeleton soldiers stood, weapons raised and all- eyes? they didn’t have eyes, all heads, faced towards them.

Hades stood in his chariot, dressed in battle gear, his nightmare horses skittering on the ground as if they were eager to stampede over percy’s body, “You will not escape this time jackson, DESTROY HIM”

“father no!” nico exclaimed but a line of british red coat skeletons charged with their rifles aimed.

Mrs o’leary did not hesitate to pounce at them and that tiggered percy.

He didn’t want his dog getting hurt just because hades was being a dick, and he charged without any other thought.

If he was going to die, he wanted to die fighting.

Percy was reckless, but this? this was a whole other level, damn- even another building. He charged straight through their lines, slashing his sword, not even thinking about where to strike but just did.

Bullets? didn't hit him. Swords? couldn’t cut him. Clubs? couldn’t even get an inch near him. (Hotel? Trivago.)

He’d successfully tore his way through the ranks and pounced right over hades’ horses and grabbed the god by his collar and pinned him to the ground.

Silence.

Percy was expecting skeletal hands to come down on him but as he looked around, there was nothing there- they were all gone.

“listen here jackson...” the god said.

“No you listen!” percy growled, “tell me about the trap!”

but the god just snarled and melted into darkness, leaving percy’s hands closed around nothing.

“You killed them all...” nico said dazed, breaking percy out of his cursing spree.

Percy stopped and looked around him, there was nothing apart from the three of them, a bunch of bones and a variety of weapons.

“I guess it worked then” percy offered.

“Oh gee” nico said sarcastically, “you think?”

the two of them stood silent momentarily and percy stared at nico.

He’d come a long way from where he began, and percy still felt like that it was his fault that nico became so bitter.

“You should go back to your father” percy started.

Nico looked shocked to hear this, “no, I want to fight-”

“You’ll be better off down here” Percy said, the harshness in his voice surprising even him.

the look of hurt on nicos face made him feel guilty, “I mean, we need your father to fight on our side, you’re the only one who can convince him” percy continued, trying to sound kinder.

“You don’t trust me anymore, do you?” nico said dejectedly.

Percy was shocked, did he trust him?

“Work on him. I know you can do it”

Percy couldn’t help but notice how nicos face lit up slightly after hearing him, “thanks but don't get your hopes up”

“Okay, I’ll see you for the battle, me and Mrs O’leary will head up now” Percy said, waving over his hell hound.

“Where are you going?” nico asked, tilting his head as percy jumped on Mrs O’leary’s back.

Percy smirked, “to start a war”

#Percy #percy jackson #PERCY JACKSON SERIES #percy jackson fanfiction #percy fanfiction #The Heroes of Olympus #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #the heroes of olympus fan fic #Percy Jackson imagine #percy jackson fandom #percy jackson fanfic

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diangeloyoyok · 4 years

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my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo movies #so fucking stupid #anabeth chase #grover underwood #heroes of olympus #disney+#pjo adaptation #percabeth #rick riordan

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ilu-writes · 5 years

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Hello to Hades

Days and Nights (solangelo)

Rating: G | Warnings: None

AO3 | FF.net |

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Will only has one request to make of his boyfriend. Unfortunately, Nico’s not as eager. (Or, the one where Will finally meets Hades and Persephone.) It’s a long one, sorry!

“What?” Nico stared at the boy in front of him.

“You heard what I said.”

“I’m hoping I misunderstood it. You want me to tell my dad that we’re dating?”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” Mumbled Will, absentmindedly tracing shapes in the grass. “Couples introduce each other to their parents. It’s just… a thing.”

“Most couples’ parents aren’t the god of the underworld.” Pointed out Nico.

“My dad’s Apollo, I’m not exactly new to meeting gods.” Fired Back, Will, and Nico rolled his eyes.

“Not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

“I just- why is it so important for you to meet him?”

“It’s not, I guess.” Mumbled Will, glancing away. They were currently sitting on top of the hills by the strawberry fields, one of the only places that was empty while most people were training at the camp. He could see some campers having a game of basketball on the court.

“Are you embarrassed to have me meet him?” Will blurted out, then winced. He wasn’t usually so insecure when it came to this kind of stuff.

“Yes,” said Nico bluntly, and Will turned towards him so fast he was pretty sure he got whiplash. Before he could say anything, Nico held up his hands. “Not of you, of H- of my dad. And Pers- ah, my stepmother isn’t great either.”

Will, felt relief bubbling in his chest, and actually let out a soft laugh.

“That’s what’s stressing you out? Everyone has embarrassing families.”

“Not like mine.” Grumbled Nico, tugging at the blades of grass around them.

“I don’t care if they do something embarrassing, or whatever you’re worried about.” Will tried to reassure him, still smiling a little. “I just want to, y’know, meet them. I feel like we’re at that kind of stage in our relationship, all things considered.”

Nico’s cheeks flushed at the mention of their relationship, but he ignored it. “I know you won’t, but you’re-“ He struggled for a second for the words. “You’re- you’re just really sunny.”

“Sunny?” Repeated Will after a beat, raising his eyebrow. Nico sighed and dropped the grass blades he’d been pulling.

“You know what I mean. You’re all bright, and cheery, you know? And H- my father is the embodiment of darkness and gloominess. You’re, like, the least compatible people on earth.”

“So, you think he won’t like me?”

“He doesn’t really like anyone. I just- I think it’s going to be hard for you two to actually get along.”

Will considered that for a second. Technically, Nico had a point, he was the polar opposite of everything Hades stood for. But. “You like me.” He pointed out, and Nico rolled his eyes.

“Less and less by the second.” He mumbled, but in a way that clearly told Will he was kidding. The blonde sighed.

“Does it even matter that much if your dad doesn’t like me?” He asked finally, and Nico furrowed his brow.

“Not really. I don’t need his permission, or anything, I don’t care, I just- I don’t know. I don’t want to introduce you to someone who might not like you. It’s not fun.”

Oh. So all this was because he was trying to… protect Will?

Alright. Will could work with that.

“I appreciate that. Genuinely. But, Nico-“ here, he leaned forward, balancing his hands on either side of the other boys lap. “I don’t want to avoid it forever. Isn’t it better to get it over with?”

“… I guess.” Said Nico, shifting uncomfortably at the closeness and how it triggered a swarm of skeletal butterflies in his stomach.

“It’s just, meeting people’s parents is a big stage in people’s relationships. And I want to do that. With you. Awkwardness and all.”

There was a pause, while Nico took in what he said. Will could practically see the wheels turning in his brain. Then the other boy narrowed his eyes.

“Fine.” He groaned, rolling his eyes. “If it’s genuinely important to you, fine. You can meet my father.”

Will’s face lit up. “Thank you!” He blurted, leaning forward to press his lips against Nico’s quickly. “It really is.”

“I’m pretty sure this counts as a manipulation tactic.” Mumbled Nico, but he pressed his lips against Will’s again, and moved to cup his face.

Will found himself sinking into the kiss for a few seconds, before he remembered something and broke it.

“I have to be at the infirmary at half past.”

“That’s fine.” Said Nico, glancing at his watch. “You have four minutes.”

Will couldn’t argue with that logic. Grinning, he moved forward to kiss Nico again.

The next day, Nico was a lot more nervous than usual as he walked through the underworld. He had to force himself to take it easy and focus on matching Will’s pace. There was some part of him that was worried that if he lost track of the blonde for even a couple of seconds, something could happen to him. Which was stupid, he knew that, but the last time he’d taken someone into the underworld… Well, he was just glad Percy had forgiven him.

It didn’t help that he was trying to give Tartarus’ pit a wide berth, which only increased the amount of time they spent wandering around.

“So don’t take anything he says seriously.” He finished, toying with the handle of his sword.

“I know,” sighed Will, looking around them. “You’ve told me like a million times.”

“Just making sure you know.”

Will was starting to understand exactly how unlike him this place was. They’d been underground for at least twenty minutes now, walking through the winding back tunnels. The only light came from bright torches at regular intervals along the tightly packed dirt wall. He’d entirely lost his sense of direction, but he was pretty sure they’d gone back on themselves at least three times.

At the very least, Nico seemed to know exactly where he was going, not hesitating at a single cross-road.

Will tried to imagine spending all his time down here, and shivered. It was too damp, too dark, too many miles away from the sun- he could barely handle winter, let alone living underground.

He shivered, and Nico immediately stopped and looked at him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Will assured him, immediately, but the other boy didn’t look convinced.

“Alright,” he said after a few seconds, letting it go. “They’re right through here.”

He pointed at a dead end.

Will wondered if it would be rude to ask how they were going to go through a solid wall. “They do know I’m coming, right?” He asked instead, crossing his arms to try and warm them up. Nico gave a distracted nod.

“I told them I was bringing someone… important.” He replied, although the slight uncertainty in his voice wasn’t comforting. “Are you ready?”

“Yep,” Will grinned, because it seemed like the best response. Nico placed his hand on the wall, and it melted away.

Behind it was what looked like a ballroom, with an impossibly high roof, towering stone arches, and huge picture windows. Brightly coloured honeysuckle and roses were spreading up the wall, curving around the columns, and flower beds filled with blooming flowers lined the walls. The chandelier in the centre was designed to look like an intricate, glowing root system. Possibly the most surprising part was that the windows clearly showed the upper world as opposed to the underworld, with beautiful arcing scenery that looked different in every single one.

“Wow,” breathed Will, who couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Welcome to Persephone’s hall,” sighed Nico. The impressiveness had long since worn off on him.

A women who Will hadn’t noticed before stood up from examining some of the plants. She was clearly a goddess, and a beautiful one at that, with vibrant, flowing black hair and impossibly bright eyes. Her dress was full of bright, flowery colours that seemed to shift and flow into one another.

Will leaned towards Nico. “Persephone?” He asked, softly.

“The one and only.”

“Greetings!” Persephone turned to them and smiled. Her and Nico had gotten onto much better terms with each other, and although they still had the odd corn-plant moment, they’d started acting more like stepmother and stepson. Or, as close as they could get to it, given the situation. “I haven’t seen you in an age! And this must be your very important guest, hm?”

She turned to look directly Will, and he shifted under the weight of her gaze. He may have been exaggerating when he’d said he was good at meeting gods. It was a lot easier when he was in full medic mode.

May as well start with the basics, he decided.

“Hi. I’m Will.” He introduced, smiling.

“Of course!” Persephone waved her hands delightedly, and flowers appeared out of no where, floating in the air next to her. “I’m afraid you caught me in the middle of my flower preparations. I mean, I’d much rather be up there, since it’s summer and all, but I decided to stay down here for the night, since Nico had something important to say.”

She plucked the flowers out of mid-air, and pressed them into a surprised Will’s arms. “Hold these, won’t you? This place is a disaster.”

“The hall?” Asked Will, without really meaning to, but he was surprised.

“You see it too?” Persephone turned to him, sounding relieved. “It’s awful, isn’t it? I mean, really, bluebells next to coreopsis? Spring and Summer should be kept far apart, not to mention the blatant clash in colours.”

“Um,” Said Will, feeling himself heat up with embarrassment. He glanced down at his fingers, which were stating to glow softly.

“At lest he tried.” Muttered Nico, sounding unamused.

“Nonsense, I know he’s awful at this stuff, but still, the lack of taste-“ She cut herself off with a roll of her eyes. “You get it, right-“ She cut herself off midsentence when she looked at Will. Nico followed her gaze, and raised an eyebrow.

“Um,” said Will, his voice muffled through some very overgrown flowers.

“Wow,” said Persephone, looking mildly impressed. She clapped her hands and the flowers disappeared, much to Will’s relief. “Those are some good green fingers you’ve got there. Are you one of my mothers?”

“Oh- no,” began Will, but before he could continue, Persephone made a sound of acknowledgement and turned back to her flowers. He looked at Nico, who still had a bemused expression on his face. “It’s the sun,” Will whispered softly. “I guess down here, it’s even stronger than up there.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Said Nico, furrowing his brow. “Maybe. Does it?”

“Will!” Persephone called to him before he could answer, and he turned to look at her. She had a look of intense concentration on her face as she stared at one of the flowerbeds. “Since you’re clearly someone with some knowledge about plants – would you put the asters here instead of the bluebells?” She asked, before continuing on without letting him answer. “Oh, you’re right, of course, much too similar. How about a hint of frangipani?”

She snapped her fingers, and the bluebells were replaced with much smaller pink and white flowers.

“They both look lovely.” Said Will awkwardly. The only plants he knew about were medicinal ones.

“Apart, yes. But they don’t really set each other off, do they? That’s what flower arrangements all about, at it’s core. Maybe a sprig of-“

“Leave the poor boy alone, Persephone.” Said a deep voice nearby, and Will was suddenly glad his nerves were so good, because otherwise he would’ve jumped out of his skin. As it was, he limited his reaction to a jerky head movement to look at where Hades had just materialised.

Will wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. The god was dressed in simple black robes, his hood pushed back to reveal closely cropped black hair and impossibly dark eyes. Will’s heart stuttered a little in his chest.

“I am not scaring him!” Argued Persephone, looking offended. “We’re talking about flower arrangements! And really, who could blame us-“

“I thought you would like the flowers.” Complained Hades. “They were meant to be a gift to you.”

“I appreciate the thought, but it looked like it was pieced together by a blind skeleton-“ She cut herself off by taking a deep breath. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Nico’s here.”

Hades turned to them, seeming to realise they were there for the first time.

“Father.” Said Nico, a little stiffly.

“Nico. Who’s your- what did you call it? ‘Important visitor’?”

“Uh-“ Nico’s cheeks darkened a little, and Will shot him a comforting look.

“Hi, I’m Will,” He introduced himself, smiling.

“He’s, uh- He’s my… you know. Boyfriend.” Nico managed to get out, before falling silent and shifting uncomfortably.

“Boyfriend?” Repeated Hades, looking Will up and down. The blonde resisted the urge to curl into himself.

“Hi,” he said again, softer this time.

“Oh, isn’t young love so romantic?” Cooed Persephone, clapping her hands together.

“Is it?” Asked Hades, raising an eyebrow, and his wife rolled her eyes.

“Yes. And the two of you must be starving, here-“ She waved her hand, and a huge table full of food materialised in the centre of the room. “Let us eat.”

Will hesitated, but Nico walked straight towards the table, shooting him a reassuring look as he went. “Don’t worry, you can eat this food without getting stuck down here.”

“Yes, I’m not particularly looking to add more teenagers to this place. Not living ones, anyway.” Confirmed Hades, which wasn’t entirely reassuring, but Will followed Nico’s lead and set next to him.

“So, tell me, Will, what’s your opinion on-“

“No, Persephone.” Sighed Nico.

“But-“

“No one wants to talk about flower arrangements.”

Will was tempted to disagree, if only to keep them from getting blasted into atoms, but Persephone just huffed.

“Well, maybe if one of you did, it might brighten the place up.” She grumbled. Hades frowned.

“Why would you want to brighten it?”

“Anyway-“ Nico began, but Persephone spoke over him.

“Will, I’m sure you’d agree, since your dad is the god of the sun- isn’t it horribly dark down here?”

“How do you-“ Will began, but then paused. “Uh, I mean, I think it’s quite nice the way it is.” He lied.

“Ah, you’re a son of Apollo. Well, that explains the sunshiny smell. I’ll have to disinfect the place later.” Sighed Hades. Will looked bewildered.

“You can’t stink of sunshine, father.” Said Nico, rolling his eyes.

“Well, he’s just… very bright, isn’t he? Not what I thought your type was, at all.”

“Father-“

“Why would a son of Apollo want to come into the underworld?” Asked Hades, jabbing a fork casually in his direction.

“Oh, I- uh-“ Will’s whole plan was starting to look a lot dumber now. “I wanted to meet you guys. Cause you’re Nico’s family, and that’s- that’s what couples do.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Smiled Persephone, brightly.

“He’s cheery, too.” Said Hades after a few seconds, clearly going for the nicest option. Will felt his cheeks flush.

“Okay,” said Nico, standing up. “Father- a word?”

Hades rolled his eyes, but stood up and followed Nico to the corner of the room, much to Will’s surprise. If anyone else talked to a god like that…

“Don’t be so shocked, sweetie.” Laughed Persephone. “You’ll get used to it soon enough! But now that we’re on our own-“ she leaned forward across the table, as if shifting into serious mode. “Have you ever considered the process flowers go through during the seasonal shift from summer to spring?”

“Um, no, I can’t say I have…” Mumbled Will.

Over in the corner of the room, Nico was arguing softly with Hades.

“The boy reeks of sunshine!” Snapped Hades, quietly. “Of course we’re going to clash!”

“You’re not clashing, you’re just not trying.” Retorted Nico. “I’m not asking you to love him, I’m not idiot, I just want you to make an effort. He is!”

“I put up with a lot when you where all over Percy Jackson, so don’t act like I don’t make an effort for you-“

Nico felt his cheeks burn. “Will isn’t like Percy-“ He began stiffly, and Hades just let out a short laugh.

“You can avoid it as much as you want, Nico, I know you were in love with the boy. I’m not stupid.”

“I was.” Said Nico, trying to supress the embarrassment filling his chest. “I was, you’re right, but this isn’t- Will isn’t like Percy.”

“How so? Because he said yes? Either way, Nico, you know I’m willing to make a lot of sacrifices for you, but I don’t understand why you’d expect me to welcome this boy into my home-“

“Because I like Will more than Percy.” He blurted, his cheeks flushing. Hades paused, and took him in.

“More than-“

“Yes. Okay? And for some reason, meeting you is a big deal to him, so just. Be nice. Please? Make an effort.”

“Fine.” Said Hades, after a second, sounding annoyed but looking bemused.

“Thank you.” Said Nico, awkwardly, and they both turned towards the table. When he took in the scene in front of him, he almost wished he hadn’t.

“Persephone, please tell me that isn’t Will.” He said, staring at the large, overgrown sunflower balancing on the table.

“We were discussing the transition between seasons, and I thought he might want to experience it first hand!” She said, smiling.

“So you turned him into a sunflower?” Said Nico, incredulously. “Turn him back!”

“But the seasons haven’t changed yet!” Persephone pouted. “It’ll only take, like, a month for him to get the full experience-“

“My boyfriend is not staying as a sunflower for a month.” Snapped Nico. “Turn. Him. Back.”

“But I-“

“Persephone.”

“Fine!” She huffed indignantly, snapping her fingers. The plant on the table morphed into a very bewildered looking Will.

“I- I- Wha- I don’t-“

“My lovely stepmother turned you into a plant.” Muttered Nico, stepping closer to the table. “Take a deep breath.”

“A-a plant?” He repeated, frowning.

“A sunflower.” Hades butted in. “Fitting, I suppose. Anyway-“ He coughed as he caught Nico’s eye. “Persephone, don’t you have anything to say to our guest?”

“Don’t treat me like a child.” She muttered, before sighing. “I’m sorry I turned you into a sunflower.”

“Uh,” Will blinked, hard, trying to pull himself together. His head was still scrambled. “Um, it’s fine?”

“Good. Now that that’s cleared up,” Hades smiled at Will, and Nico shot him a suspicious look. “Tell me, son of Apollo: why did the sun go to school.”

Will didn’t reply for a moment, too dazed to fully process what was happening, but Nico looked exasperated. “Father-“

“You wanted me to make an effort, this is me making an effort.”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Said Will finally, and Hades turned back to him and grinned.

“To make himself brighter.” He finished, looking smug. Will let out a nervous laugh.

“Okay, that’s a good one.” He grinned, starting to feel more himself. “I have one. Why-“

“Will!” Nico gave him an incredulous look, but Will ignored him.

“Why do you have to wear sunglasses when you’re hot?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Because sun glasses make you cooler!”

Hades let out a short laugh at that, as Nico watched them blankly. “Alright. I’ve got more- why didn’t the sun go to school?”

Nico stared at Will as they walked back through the underworld.

“What?” Laughed his boyfriend.

“I’m just… shocked. I didn’t realise you knew so many awful jokes.” He said, lwtting the surprise leak into his voice.

“Please, it’s Cabin Seven culture.” Will scoffed. “I have a million more where they came from.”

“My opinion of you is changing so much.” Muttered Nico, turning away from him to pull him into the next right turn. “So much.”

“So is my opinion of Hades.” Commented Will, raising his eyebrows. “I wasn’t expecting him to know that many jokes.”

Nico shrugged. “Yeah, well, when he puts in the effort… you can see where I get my fantastic sense of humour from.”

Will grinned and linked their fingers together. “Of course.” He said, his voice dripping with a false reassurance, before their shoulders together. “It went well, though. Overall.”

“Aside from you get turned into a sunflower.”

“Aside from that. Does she do that a lot?”

“Sometimes.” Said Nico, in a tone that suggested to Will that he didn’t want to dig any further.

“Well, I guess I should avoid messing up, then.”

“You’ll be fine.” Said Nico, smirking. “But anyway – does this mean I get to meet your parents now?”

Will spun away from the other boy, breaking their hands apart and staring at him with wide eyes. “Oh, Hades no.”

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo fanfiction #days and night #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackon and the olympians #Heroes of Olympus #trials of apollo

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priincekiller · 7 years

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If Percy had fallen into Tartarus on his own headcannon

Okay so basically I saw this thing on Instagram and it was a screenshot of a tumblr post about how Percy would have turned out if he fell to Tartarus on his own. here’s my little addition to it. The initial post will be at the end (i suggest reading it first)

imagine everyone at CHB and CJ fearing Percy, even though they still respect him a little something has changed drastically and the campers don’t know what to do. After a few months the older kids from CHB starting to think he’ll be a repeat of Luke but worse. All the older kids quietly discussing things from the past and how they’re worried for everyone's safety when a younger kid/ someone from Camp Jupiter hears them and starts to ask questions. They all look at the table in shame and fear as they vaguely explain to them what happened which only instills more fear. None of them know but one of the seven overhears them and loses it (I feel like it would be Nico or Annabeth) on them because “Percy isn’t like Luke” and “he’s been through so much more than anyone will ever be able to imagine.”

Unfortunately that doesn’t keep people from whispering when no who supports Percy is around to hear. They still talk and there’s nothing anyone can do because whenever the seven try to figure out who started the rumors the other campers cover for each other.

Chiron tries his hardest to get through to Percy and to help him but every attempt moves Percy farther away. Percy can’t even think about his time in Tartarus without having to sit down away from people to calm down. So Chiron just settles for the tiniest snippets that he gets sometimes (most of the time its just a change in body language or Percy mumbling something when he’s not paying attention) and stays behind Percy like a wall to protect him from the cruelty of the campers and any of the gods that question him.

Eventually Annabeth decides that it would be better if Percy lived with his mom for a little bit. When Percy finally sees Sally again for the first time since Tartarus. Percy was not sure if he was ready yet but Annabeth insisted and he really missed him mom. They walk through the door together holding hands (its one of the only things that keeps Percy calm now... that and holding onto Riptide all the time. The seconds Sally hears them come through the door she runs to hug Percy and he flinches on instinct and pulls out Riptide. None of them know what to do so Sally just looks at him sadly as Annabeth takes Riptide from him and rubs his hand. Sally knows something is horribly wrong with her son, something she will never understand so she knows better than to ask, she gently pulls him into her arms and starts to cry because her baby flinched due to her. Annabeth had been the only one brave enough to touch him since he got back so having his mother hold him again was something Percy almost couldn't handle. having her cry on his shoulder almost broke him.

Annabeth sleeps over for months because every night Percy wakes up screaming and she is the only one who can bring him back to the understanding that he isn't down there anymore... well that and the first time it happened Sally tried to hep and Percy accidentally used blood bending on her. He locked himself in his room for weeks before he could even look at her again. Every day she’d go to his door and try to coax him out with the promise of forgiveness and blue foods that used to be his favourie but all he’d say is “i’m sorry” over and over again. when he finally comes out its because Annabeth went and got Grover.

The second Percy heard Grover’s voice he whipped open the door and stared at his friends that he hadn’t seen in so long. He almost didn’t believe he was there. Grover opened his arms with tears in his eyes and Percy ran into them, knocking them both over and they cried on the floor. As Grover held him he reformed their empathy link in order to understand what Percy went through better but he had to try four times before he got it because the first three were too overwhelming for him to handle. Once he finally got it he started to cry ad hold Percy as tight as he could to try and convey that he understood... Percy got it.

Imagine Percy and Hazel getting closer and having one of the purest friendships ever. Hazel is one of the other few people (other than Annabeth and Nico) to treat Percy normally right away (even Grover and Sally are a little afraid of him.) I guess it was just a death thing. Frank hated the idea of leaving Hazel alone with Percy due to the blood bending thing but hazel always tells him how silly it is to be afraid of someone who could never hurt them.

Hazel and Percy would always hang out when there was nothing else to do and Hazel would do the purest things like bring him wildflowers that she had picked to make him smile or pulling gems from the earth wherever they were sitting to make a picture in the ground for him.

Mrs. O’Leary became even more protective of Percy after he got back. It was almost like she knew everything. She would follow Percy everywhere. It was to the point where Percy had to move his table so that Mrs.O’Leary could sit beside him. Anyways she would totally chill with Hazel and him all the time (hazel would always braid gems and flowers into her fur just for fun as they talked). They would lay on her has they talked about things going on in life. They never talked about what happened unless Percy brought it up. Hazel felt like it was up to him to talk when he was ready, and she always made sure he knew that she was there for him %100.

Children of Hades/Pluto didn’t fear power that coincided with darkness. Their dad was the freaking lord of the underworld, they were used to it. They were so used to being called monsters that they didn’t see anything wrong with Percy, and that was something that comforted him to no end. Whenever Nico came around they would go places together where it was nice and quiet to drink coffee or play a game or watch a movie. It was super therapeutic for Percy. For them to treat him like he was normal. Annabeth tried but she coddles him a lot. Hazel and Nico knew where the lines where and when not to cross them. they would never fight his battles like Annabeth tended to. They were more like backup support. they always let him defend himself knowing he needed it. they never made him feel like he Broke down there even if he knew that’s what happened. and everyone saw him start to get better...

Until the first game of capture the flag. Percy thought he would be okay to participate but everyone else was weary. Hazel and Nico convinced everyone it would be good for him and that all of the seven would watch his back to make sure nothing went wrong. that of course put everyone at ease. but the thing that finally convinced everyone was that Annabeth would be with Percy for the whole game (they discarded the rules for this one game.) Most of the game went by without a snag, their team was winning and everyone seemed to be having fun. Annabeth and Percy were guarding the flag (another condition of him playing was that he wouldn’t see too much combat) when Annabeth heard a noise so she went to check it out. Once she was out of sight the campers decided to attack but they didn’t know how bad of an idea it was to sneak up on Percy. one of the campers snuck up behind him and whispered “gocha” in his ear. It sounded a little too much like one of those monsters in Tartarus. It triggered a PTSD response so Percy whipped around and started bloodbending the kid. The other campers had to knock Percy out in order to stop him from killing the poor boy. He was in recovery for three weeks before he even woke up....No one trusted Percy after that.

Fortunately being friends with Nico gained him an in with the Apollo kids. Will would always invite percy to help in the Apollo cabin doing arts and helping them with their instruments. Even though he’s been through a lot of traumatic stuff the act of doing good could put him at peace for a few moments. Will would always smile at Percy and for some reason it would always make him super happy.

He cant attend campfires anymore because the fire against the dark was something a little too familiar to him. So Nico, Annabeth, Grover, Will and (sometimes) Hazel would sit with him in the Posiden cabin during the campfires and play cards or Monopoly. it became a tradition. Most of the time the games ended in playful fighting and a good laugh it was a good way for them to just forget everything for a little bit.

A few months after the capture the flag incident campers started to get more courageous in their cruelty. Most just wanted to prevent any repeats or bad things from happening but i mean “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” He would wake up to noted at his door telling him he wasn’t wanted or to kill himself. Someone even vandalized his cabin withe the words abomination and monster. It got to the point where Tyson came back to support his brother. Tyson would always clean the cabin off and tear up the letters (before Percy saw them if he could.) he would constantly tell people “he’s just as much of a monster as I am” not being able to see the difference between himself and his brother that he adored with all his heart. But no matter what he and the seven did to defend Percy things just kept getting worse. they even got to the point where Tyson recommended that they stayed with their dad for a while. But Percy didn’t want to hurt them by accident either.

When Percy first got back he would go to the hypnos cabin every night before going to sleep to get something that would let him sleep without nightmares. it didn’t always work but for a little while it did. As the situation got worse so did Percy’s PTSD and his dreams. He started going back hypnos cabin every night to get the stuff again but he was taking too much so they cut him off. Percy didn’t know what to do. He knew he wouldn’t make it without the elixir so he got the next best thing... he stole alcohol from the Stoll brothers stash. It didn’t take them long to figure out who had taken it so they told him they could get something that would help better. Fortunately it was just a diversion to keep Percy busy so they could tell Annabeth without him trying to stop them. When she confronted him he couldn’t look her in the eyes as she scolded him. Telling him how stupid and dangerous it was to do those things and that he could talk about it and there were so many other options. Once she was done she waited for a response as to why he was doing it. It took a while for Percy to come up with words through his shame. “I just wanted to sleep without dreaming. I don’t want to see it anymore... it’s dark....so dark.” and that’s when she realized he was crying and shaking. he wouldn’t let her tough him though because if he hurt her he would never forgive himself again. No amount of ambrosia can fix the brain.

He started to push people away after that. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. He heard what people thought of him now and no matter how hard he tried to fight it he had started to believe them. He hated everything about himself, he resented the fact that he ever started bloodbending. he didn’t know where to go or what to do but he knew he shouldnt be at CHB or CJ and there was no way he was going to either of his parents. so he wrote a note and left (he had to force Mrs.O’Leary to stay with Nico.) Annabeth found the note at dinner time when she went to get Percy knowing he wouldn’t come otherwise. The second she finished it she lost it and ran through the camp searching for him screaming “i cant lose him again.” she blindly looked for him for weeks with no luck. he was already long gone.

Grover sent out a message to every single one of the satyres (all of which were too scared to actually look for Percy.) every one of the seven was out every day looking for them as Annabeth tracked him from CHB or she was out with them. Nico and Hazel were out for months sometimes with Mrs.O’Leary and one of Percy’s sweaters trying to find him. but no luck.

Every single person in CHB knew Percy disappeared the night it happened. Annabeth was a wreck... yet someone still had the nerve to say “good riddance” ...lets just say it took almost everyone to keep the seven from killing them.

Finally one day almost two years from Percy’s disappearance Nico was out with Mrs.O’Leary when she suddenly got a hit on his trail. They were with Percy in seconds. But what nico saw was heartbreaking. There was a sea of monster bodies all across this bridge over a road that was closed off for some unknown purpose. it was hard to tell how they were killed because most of their bodies were mangled and unrecognizable. but not all of them were monster... some were demigod.

it took Nico a while to find Percy as he was looking in the wrong place. he was looking down when he should have been looking up. he found Percy in the middle of it all standing on the ledge of the bridge. Covered in blood and golden monster dust, gripping Riptide like his life depended on it. he was covered in wounds but it was hard to see them through the blood. he was sobbing so hard he shook. Nico didn’t know what to do so he called out to Percy. Percy didn’t react, he couldn’t hear through the roaring in his ears. Nico took a few steps closer and called out to him again. This time Percy heard him and turned around. When he saw what he had done he dropped riptide and covered his mouth with his hands to keep from screaming... but that didn’t stop him from sobbing harder. “ I didn’t, I.... I couldn’t have. Did I? No, please no. Nico please tell me I didn’t do this. Please Nico.” Nico was too shocked to say anything so he just shook his head as Percy cried harder. “ I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to! Oh gods, I’m such a monster! I shouldn’t be here Nico. I’m so sorry. I should have died, not Luke,or Zoë or Silena or Charles. I should have died.... not Bianca. I’m sorry Nico.” that finally snapped nico out of it. He stormed over to Percy, wrenched him down off the ledge and pulled him into a fierce hug. “you didn’t do this! I don’t care what the story is, they did this to themselves, not you, they did. they provoked you, you didn’t do this out of malice or violence you did it out of self defense. Okay?! And done you dare say those things ever again. those people chose their destinies, nobody ever said it was easy or safe being a demigod. dying is a part of our lives and there is nothing we can do about it. My sister chose her destiny just like each of them did. you didn’t make her do any of it. you are here for a reason Percy. and I wouldn’t have it any other way. you showed each ad every one of us that we make our own destinies. now let me re teach you how.”

that night Percy and Nico didn’t go back to CHB or CJ. In fact they didn’t go back for a few months. Nico and percy went on the road, fighting monsters when they came across them and talking the rest of the way. the entire time Nico taught Percy how to heal. (this was the first time Percy talked about Tartarus.) Neither of them brought up camp until one day they were driving through a small town a little bit south of the Canadian border when Percy saw a strawberry sign. he immediately turned to nico and said “I’m ready.” and they went back (i encourage that you imagine Nico doing a very unsafe U-turn and smirking at percy as they head home) Percy was far from being great and they both knew that he never would be his old self again but for now he was okay and that was good enough for them.

Nico had iris messaged Hazel before they got back so she was waiting for them when they pulled up. Nico got out first and embraces his sister in a tight hug... Percy hesitated. was he really ready? Could he really do this? Face everyone again? Before he could change his mind the door opened a little and a bouquet of flowers was held through. Percy laughed through his tears and swung the door open more pulling hazel in to hug her in the car as he cried. but they weren’t teats of sadness... they were tears of relief and joy.

He greeted everyone one by one. first old friends/rivals like Clarisse, Piper, Will, Jason and some others and then moved onto closer friends. Grover and Annabeth were last. Grover ran all the way across chb when he found out and tackled percy in the warmest hug he had ever had. the moment was brief as Grover’s face went dark. “she never stopped.” no one needed to specify who ‘she’ was. they all knew. “where is she?” he asked and Grover pointed to the Poseidon cabin. Percy knocked but no one answered so he walked in. the place was an absolute mess. there were papers everywhere reading of places he had been and people he had saved, some were not about him but he guessed she was hoping it was. there were stacks of coins toppled over by the fountain but Percy knew none of them had ever worked. he had made sure of that. that didn’t keep him from wondering how many of those she wasted trying to find him. A map was tacked to the wall with string all over it and it was covered in pictures of people (some he knew but most he didn’t.) Annabeths clothes were everywhere but always in somewhat neat piles so they wouldn’t mess up the papers. all of the beds were pushed to the far wall and they were covered in his things, all neatly placed and in perfect order almost to make sure it was perfect for when he came back. and in the middle of the floor was Annabeth. Her laptop still open next to her, pencil still in hand. her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed or washed in days, not that Percy cared. And she was wearing one of his old sweaters. He almost didn’t want to wake her up but he knew if he didn’t she would kill him. so he carefully walked over to her and gently touched her arm. she didn’t move as she spoke. “go away! I told everyone I’m not leaving until i find him.” it took everything in him to keep from crying as he said “you don’t have to look anymore.” her head shot op and her eyes met his with so much hope, sadness and joy that it crushed him. she leapt onto him and gripped him in a hug that was so fierce it would probably crush a god. they both stayed like that for what felt like ages crying into each others arms. the sweater did nothing to hide all the weight she had lost and it made Percy cry more. He had done this, he had made her like this. Almost as though she could hear him she pulled back and held is face in her hands. “i did this to me so don’t you dare blame yourself. I love you so damn much Percy Jackson. I fucking love you.” and then they kissed and lived a happy life the end.

@drpoo-intheturdis thanks for the help with this

#pjo #headcannon #dark percy #percy jackson #im sorry #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo headcanon #the heros of olympus #tartarus #crying

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andieperrie18 · 7 years

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My Girlfriend Is A Goddess ( Peter Parker X Reader.

Hey guys! I told ya I'll make it to all of ya! So warning this can be a little fluffy. Onward!

Ohh and I rekemnd (recommend ) you guys listen to Tove Styrke's Say My Name. It inspired be to Write the adorable piece. Its an adorable song.

Peter sat by the couch at the Avengers tower at one Friday. Tony had invited to stay there for the Welcome Back from one particular Avenger he didn't know about. Everyone was busy. Natasha and Clint went grocery shopping, Tony and Bruce were down at the lab, Steve, Bucky and Falcon were out shopping which was quite unusual. Thor was with Natasha and Clint. And Wanda and Vision were experimenting on some new dishes.

The Welcome Party was manually prepare by Tony and the other Avengers which was new to Peter.

" Ugh, I'm bored." he said as he dropped on the pillows. He ignored the thoughts about the avengers and turned his thought to somewhere else. He pulled out his phone and dialled a particular number.

" Calling SpidermanGF😘😍. . . . " the screened flashed this words as Peter smiled as he placed his phone on his ear, waiting for the response.

' ring ring, ring ring, ring rin- '

" This number is currently not available to Spider man. Please try your call later. . "

Peter laughed before he pouted.

" That's rude Y/n. Imma cry. " he pouted and faked a sobbed as the said girl laughed at the other line. Peter's restlessness and boredom faded when he heard his girlfriend boys. He wanted to take her with him but Y/n was going to a family reunion somewhere so she was left in Queens.

Peter chatted with her as the time passes telling her about how the avengers were busy about the party.

" My Dear Peter my love, don't be sad now. Its not gonna take you a month there. Trust me, you'll be in my arms soon before you know it. " Y/n said at the other line, trying to comfort Peter's homesickness as possible. Peter had gotten used at Y/n 's unusual language. She always speak in an old and formal ways at sometimes. But he liked it at times. He found it really sweet.

" Do you still remember how we met at Mythology class? You defended me on how Persephone isn't really abducted by Hades." he said as the memory flashed in his mind.

Peter met her at Midtown at one afternoon in Mythology class. The topic that was discussed in class was about Hades' Bio and they came across about how Hades himself abducted Demeter's daughter.

He was defending the statedment that Persephone wasn't abducted from one of Flash's friend. He was being cornered and was losing the debate.

" Persephone is not abducted. She came to Hades in her own free will. " a voice bombarded the whole room. The flash's friends turn to you and scoffed as Peter just looked at the girl.

She stood with a strong and straight composure as she held a book.

" If you read Famous Rick Riordan's The Gods Love Facts (a/n: theres no such book! Just made it up if you guys are Percy Jackson fan and read uncle Rick's books ). He had conducted his research in Greece as he studied their history in scrolls and tablets.

The tablet labelled ' The Myth of the Winter and Spring '. It was said that Persephone herself can't handle her mother's overprotectiveness.The description of Persephone is that she is adventurous and daring. One faithful day, she decided to runaway for a couple of days to explore but she met Hades on her way. The god had been stalking the nymph for a long time now and dreamed her to be as his queen. "

The whole class had their attention, all were intrigued by the real story of the Goddess of the Underworld that even your prof was focused on you. Peter multitasked. He would admire your features as he listened to you.

" Persephone's disappearance caused Demeter to her Wrath to mankind, cursing an eternal winter to the vast lands. Zeus had pursuade Hades to return the nymph to her mother. Even though the god didn't want it, he made her leave.

Persephone had fallen for the king. Hades is the eldest of his three brothers. He let Zeus trick him to rule the underworld. He did what a normal elder sibling would do to its sibling. Persophone wanted to stay with him so badly that she ate as many as six seeds of the pomegrenate. It is said that the food that grow in the Underworld are cursed and once you eat one. You'll be imprisoned there forever. Persephone told Zeus what she did.

There was nothing the gods can do. Zeus decided that Persephone will spend six months to both. Demeter had no choice. Every time of the year when the nymph leaves her mother side to join her lover. Demeter would cast six months of winter, no labour for six months. Now if you think she is abducted and forced to marry Hades. You are dead wrong. Up until this Day, Persephone ruled the Underworld. She bares the Key to the Elysian Field. The Definition of Heaven in Greek Mythology. She opens the gates to those who deems worthy to live an eternal and peaceful life. " she finished. A moment of silence as the whole class applauded you and your teacher smiled and gave you praises.

Peter smiled at her at the same time her gaze landing on him. She sent a smile back and a spark of light popped in Peter's chest. The next thing he knew the very novel that Y/n read was in his bag with a note that said.

" Y/n

***-***-**** "

" I gotta go. Don't worry love. You'll be home in my arms soon. Enjoy the moment with the Avengers beside who knows what will happen when you meet the mysterious avenger." she said as Peter sighed and agreed and said his I Love Yous before ending the call.

The next day, everything was ready.

" Everyone! She's on the elevator now!" Natasha called out as Peter watched everyone scrambled to the elevator. Him being one of the people scrambling his way to the elevator, thanks to her gf that he felt curiousity run in him to meet the mystery avenger.

They all froze when the elevator made ding.

You stood in the elevator in excitement and nervousness. Peter don't know your the mystery Avenger. You decided that this was the perfect time to tell him that you are the sister of a god.

The elevator ding as you breath and smiled. You did miss everyone.

The door open to reveal everyone huddle up infront of the elevator. You giggled and walked out of the elevator.

" Greetings Earthlings!!! " you said in a joking way.

" Y/n! " they all called and ran to embrace you.

" Sister!! " the familiar call of you brother echoed through your ears. Thor made his way to you in open arms and caught you in tight embrace.

" He missed you alot. " Steve said as he smiled at you.

" Yeah, I missed my darling brother too. "

" We all did! " Wanda said as she joined the hug.

" BROTHER?! " A voice echoed through the room. Everyone looked at the direction of it. Your gaze met the familiar sparkling brown eyes.

" Oh Peter, this Y/n. She is Thor's elder sister. Say Hi." Tony said as he slinged an arm on Peter's shoulder.

" Hello Love. " you muttered out with a awkward laugh. Everyone turned to you in wide eyes. Peter couldn't believe it. He was just calling you yesterday and now you were infront of him. He ran to you locking you in his warm embrace that you didn't even think for a moment and hugged him back.

" Ok?. . . You two know each other? " Clint asked.

" Your here! And your an Avenger!? Why didn't you tell me? I'm sad! " he pouted and broke away from the hug his arms still around you. " Sorry love. I'm here now aren't I? I was scared that you would be scared of me and leave me because I'm immortal. " you said as you look down in sadness.

Peter hated seeing you sad.

" Oh Y/n. I don't care if your immortal. I loved you for you. And I will never stop. " he said as he lifted your chin up. ( A/n: Your shorter than him. Just imagine it. )You felt so much better. You looked at him with love and pulled him in a quick kiss. Peter smiled as he missed the feeling of your lips on his.

" Your Thor's sister?! So what is you power? " he asked you as he broke away from the kiss. " I'm the Goddess of Beauty and Wisdom, Love." you cooed. He smiled and rested his forehead on yours, " Hmm, cool. " he praised.

" Hey! Were still here! " Tony called breaking the moment as the couple turned to the Group.

You both stood straight but you held Peter's hand.

" Everyone, I want to tell you something. Peter is my boyfriend. And I am dating Spider man. " you confessed as you looked at Peter who was looking down in blushing mess which was adorable.

The day went on as the Avengers rained you and Peter Questions about your relationship.

So whatcha guys think?!

I posted this in my imagine book. You guys can check it out on wattpad. Hope ya guys liked it!!

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagines #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #spiderman #spiderman homecoming

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so-langelo · 7 years

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“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

Hi, lovlies!! Just a small one shot again. Requests are open. Please just read the guidelines before you request. Thank you lovelies!! Ari xx

Fun fact: this is how my ex bf asked if he could kiss me for the first time. :p

Nico di Angelo, by any means, was not a lucky person.

He was born in the 40′s and was stuck in a magical casino for 70 years, his mother died, his sister died, his father is the ruler of the Underworld, he has been in two damn wars, and the list just continues.

But once in a while, Nico feels that Tyche blesses him with a bit of good luck.

Because he feels like he is one of the luckiest people of the world whenever Will Solace is around.

“What if I sneeze in his face? What he faints? What if I faint?!”

“Nico, stop. You’re overthinking this. Just calm down. You just gotta do it.”

Jason and Nico were sparing in the arena while they were working through a Nico’s most recent dilemma.

Confessing to Will Solace.

Nico jabbed at Jason’s left side, but Jason quickly blocked it. Jason returned and half-heartedly swung at Nico.

“You’re not helping and stop going easy on me, Grace! ” Nico scowled while deflecting a slash to his right leg.

“It’s not the end of the world. You tell him you like him and he tells you the same thing. And BAM! You kiss. It’s not that complicated. I guarantee he’s gonna kiss back.” Jason aimed at Nico’s shoulder. “Honestly, Nico, my advice is for you to just go for it. i’m sure if you ask Percy, his advice would be to scream ‘FUCK IT’ and kiss him.”

“You make it sound so eas-”, Nico was about to block the hilt of Jason’s sword, when a certain son of Apollo decided to stroll in the arena.

“Hey, Nico!”, that was the last voice Nico heard when he took a hit to the head and everything went dark.

Just his fucking luck.

Nico dreamed of the day when he would wake up to Will’s cobalt eyes staring lovingly at him.

He didn’t imagine it would go like this.

Nico’s eyes slowly opened his eyes and Will eyes were there. Instead of love, they were filled with worry.

“Nico! You’re finally awake! Oh my gods! I’m sorry!” Will’s hands grabbed the side of his face and started to check him all over.

“You just had a minor concussion, but it’s okay. I already gave you some nectar and I’m just really sorr-” Will was rambling and it was kind of cute.

“It’s okay. I’m alright. I’m used to things like this happening.”, Nico sat up in his bed, ignoring a small ache in his head.

“Don’t get up! Ugh, this is all my fault that you’re in this bed.”, Will started pacing at the foot of Nico’s cot. “i just wanted to come by and see how you were doing. I just wanted to see you, honestly. I like seeing you, Nico. It makes my day. I think it’s kinda hot when you practice sparing. Oh shit. What in Hades did I just say?! Did I just say i like you? I’m sor-”

“Will, stop talking for a second. Because I like you too.”, Nico said, a smile slowly growing on his face. He watched Will’s eyes light up.“You do?”, Will bit his lip, a nervous habit Nico took note of a long time ago.

“I couldn’t believe it at first too, but here we are now.” Nico watched WIll walk closer to the head of his cot. “Yeah, Will, I like you. Do you want me to shout it out to the whole camp?”

A small grin appeared on Will’s face and he shrugged. “That would be preferable.”

“I, NICO DI ANGELO, LIKES WILL SOLACE! AND HE LIKES ME BACK!!!”

“Shhh.”, Will giggled, scrambling to cover Nico’s mouth, “Oh my gods, I didn’t think you were actually gonna do it. Holy shit.”

“You bring out a different side of me, Solace.”, Nico smiled.

It must have been the nectar or the after effects of the concussion, because Nico looked Will dead in the eye and asked, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

Nico was surprised on how forward he sounded, and he felt like he crossed a certain line, but then he looked at Will, who had a pink blush creeping onto his cheeks and a smile that could power New York City for days on end.

“I’d probably kiss you back.”, Will leaned closer to Nico.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

Nico closed the space in between their lips. He felt Will smile against his lips and Nico slowly broke the kiss.

“Woah.”, a dazed-looking Will sat next to Nico.

Nico noticed how the way his freckles were more prominent against his blush. How his eyes looked at nico like he was the best thing in the world.How his lips help a pinker tinge, because of him.

Nico noticed how Will Solace was absolutely beautful.

That afternoon, Nico di Angelo had an existential crisis, got knocked out in front of his crush, gotten a concussion, and was sent to the infirmary.

Yet, he still felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

This took loger than I expected... wat the fuk THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

Ari xxx

requests are open *please read the guidelines*

#solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #will solace #nico di angelo #nico x will #will x nico #pjo #jason grace #hoo #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #ari tries to write

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fairyguks · 7 years

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inked flowers | jeongguk

a/n: typing in lowercase has become such an addiction ;-; i was 1.5k in when i realized this was becoming too long to be a drabble. a percy jackson & the olympians/greek mythology au + tattoo artist/florist, although there’s slight references to the series, you don’t (really) have to know it to understand this! but if there’s any confusion, feel free to ask me!

word count: 3940

summary: as a demigod whose parentage isn’t so powerful, this allowed jeongguk to live in the mortal world freely without the worry of ancient monsters sniffing at his door. maybe it’s why he willingly fell in love with the florist across the street.

Whenever he walks by with that brooding aura of his, something strange happens to the flowers. They bloom. You had first noticed it when he trudged past the front of your shop, clutching a steaming cup of coffee as his heavy eyes stared down the tattoo parlor across the street that he owned. With that dark hoodie pulled over his messy hair, sleeves rolled up enough to display the tendrils of ink that curled around his arms, trouble wouldn’t be too far behind wherever he walked. But with that stoic expression on that oddly childlike face of his, the flowers seemed to brighten when he passed them. They bloomed, seeming to smell just a bit more pleasant.

Every morning, you sat behind the counter and watched him through the glass of your shop, beyond the orchids that swayed in the morning air. His steps were slow, shuffling like a zombie as he raised his fist up to rub his eyes. Definitely not a morning person, you noted quietly to yourself, hands itching for the pencil near you to sketch out each line of his face, curving and contouring to create that unreadable expression of his perfectly.

Jeongguk didn’t know you were staring at him every morning he walked by you to grab his coffee. In fact, he didn’t even know you knew he existed. This is because every afternoon that you stepped outside to water the flowers that hung from the awning and decorated the porch, he stole every glance of you that he could get from behind the counter of his tattoo parlor.

Even when he had a customer waiting.

“Jeongguk,” Namjoon called from the back. “Your customer’s waiting.”

Jeongguk snapped to attention and offered the man in the chair a sheepish look as an apology. With a flick of his thumb, the tattoo machine whirred to life and he began the chosen artwork on the man’s bare shoulder. He muttered a quick warning before getting to work, the opaque gloves Jeongguk wore barely concealing the artwork on his own fair skin.

However, the difference was that a tattoo machine was not used to decorate his skin.

They were given by a sadistic god that wanted to punish him for being the bastard child of his wife. The same god that ran the underworld. The thought made Jeongguk laugh; of all the ‘emo’, ‘gothic’, or ‘scene’ kids that entered, he had to be the winner of them all. His stepdad was Hades. But his mother was the exact opposite; warm and sweet, the goddess of flowers.

Once the man had paid and listened to the usual lecture of how to treat his new tattoo, Jeongguk collapsed onto the back couch meant for employees. Tuesdays were usually a slow day and it didn’t really leave him anything to do. An old rock song echoed from the back of the parlor, mingled with the swish of the broom that glided across the black and white tiled floors as Namjoon swept.

“Go on,” he said. “I’ll handle any customers from here. Take a break.”

Jeongguk gave a grateful smile and grabbed his sweater, falling into a easy pace as he neared the door, only to stumble when Namjoon called out a parting sentence:

“Say hi to the pretty florist for me.”

It was getting a bit too repetitive, you thought. Every day, the attractive tattoo artist would walk by your shop and you’ve yet gathered the courage to get your butt off the seat and walk out there and… and what? The surge of confidence had always deflated when it came to that part of your plan. You weren’t sure if you had anything common with the man, and if you did, what if he was a jerk? You were basing all of this on his looks; were you really that shallow?

Frustration provoked a small groan to slip past your lips, resulting in you to pace the small flower shop as you brainstormed whether or not you should approach him. Finally, you snatched a daisy from its pot and plucked at the petals.

“To talk to him… to not talk to him…” you muttered as your steps carried you to and fro of the expanse of your shop. “To talk—”

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice broke through your reverie as you plucked the final petal and lifted your head to see the man you were thinking about talking to. Your heart stopped for a moment only to pick up in a frantic beat. He stood in the midst of your shop in all black, tattoos curling up the skin that were exposed to you, looking like the opposite of all the pastels and warm hues that you had to offer.

“Y-Yes?” You winced as your voice cracked. So much for a great first impression. “Can I help you?”

Jeongguk cleared his throat as he stepped further into the shop, shutting the door behind him. Now you were sure you weren’t imagining it; the petals that you had dropped from your indecision were suddenly floating upwards to land on another daisy as he passed by it. His hands wrestled with one another in a display of nerves as he couldn’t quite meet your eyes.

“There’s someone that I… that I admire.” Immediately, your heart dropped, but you kept your professionalism and pushed any feelings aside. This was still a customer. “I don’t know what to give them since I haven’t really spoken to them,” he chuckled quietly. “Do you have any suggestions?”

Your hands nearly reached for the vase of orange lilies, the flowers that meant hatred, but you suppressed your pettiness. “Flowers have different meanings, and I guess this is a good way to say how you feel without really confessing.” You began to wander your shop as you searched, feeling his presence behind you as you walked. “Is there something that you’d like to say using the flower?”

Jeongguk pursed his lips as his cheeks took on the hue of a rose. “Um… What’s your favorite flower?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “White lilies.” He didn’t answer; instead he turned around to grab the nearest white lily to pull out. “Will this be all?”

He nodded and suddenly, he couldn’t fight the small smile that took over his features. “For you.” And like a small child, he offered the flower to you.

It had been a week since the nameless tattoo artist had given you your favorite flower. He had walked by your shop every day but never entered again. You thought it was quite pathetic that your heart would beat a little faster when his familiar shadow would pass by, only to drop when he would continue moving.

The next Tuesday rolled around and soon, you didn’t even bother glancing towards his brooding figure that had darkened the shop front, causing your flowers to wilt.

Wait… Wilt?

It was the rotting stench of death that made you stumble backwards as the hooded stranger stepped closer. Now that you’d gotten a better look, this stranger was smaller, hunched over…

The figure reached up and lowered his hood, revealing a hag with wrinkled skin beneath the cloth with aged hands to match. The woman was old, far beyond the age someone should be living, and gave a vibe that suggested you shouldn’t exactly trust her. Her age should have caused her legs to wobble, maybe shuffle forwards, but she walked towards you with the confidence of someone at least forty years younger.

“Can I help you?” The words spilled out of your mouth in habit, but the fear that laced each syllable was obvious. A wicked smile stretched the wrinkles on her face, revealing a yellow set of teeth. You tried your best to not scream out of terror. She was absolutely terrifying, like someone that walked out of a horror film… and knew it.

“Yes, dear.” By now, you were sure that smile was a sadistic smirk. “You actually can. Just sit still, alright? I’m sure your soul will love the underworld.” Before you could question the strangeness of her threat, the woman pulled a bronze dagger the length of your forearm and jabbed forward with a deadly speed you didn’t know she could even possess.

A shrill cry clawed at your throat as you scrambled backwards, losing your footing and crashing to the floor. Your hands and feet struggled to carry you across the floor as the hood the old woman wore fell away to reveal leathery, torn wings that unfolded to propel her above. Her limbs were clumsy, crashing into pots and vases, but her aim was deadly as she dropped into a nosedive with the dagger targeting your heart.

“Sit still, honey,” she cooed above you as you dodged each jab and swing, crab-walking and crawling beneath the benches and shelves as flowers and soil dropped around you. Her cackle was ear-piercing, sharp and cutting as if she enjoyed the prolonging of your death, as if she was just toying with you. “One little stab!” She kicked at a long line of orchids and lilies, petals fluttering around you as you hovered beneath the table which she eventually landed on with a thump. With your back to the floor, you crawled parallel to the table to the end, knowing if you tried to escape by the sides, you’d get a dagger to the face.

“Come on out, honey,” she taunted again; heavy footsteps upon the table indicated to where she was and she was getting dangerously close to you. When you were about three quarters of the way to the end, a sudden needlepoint hovered dangerously above your nose; she had stabbed her dagger into the table where it nearly cut your face. The little bell that hung above your door rang and a familiar voice crying out a name only to be drowned out in your screams. The blade disappeared only to appear lower down, stabbing a shallow cut into your abdomen. Fire erupted beneath your skin, as if poison was now slowly creeping up your bloodstream. Your own bloodcurdling shriek nearly deafened you as she plucked the blade only to return with a deeper stab. She twisted it and blackness ebbed in the edges of your vision, back arching as your mouth gaped open like a fish out of water. Oxygen wasn’t coming to you as long as that cursed blade was in you. Just when you were on the brink of passing out, the blade receded and her own screams joined yours.

“Alecto, why did he send you?!” Cautiously, you peeked out from underneath, hands pressing down on the two stab wounds, and gasped to see the tattooed man confronting the wicked woman with his own weapon, a long sword. Pure wrath contorted his handsome features into an expression that almost made him unrecognizable; you were glad that glare wasn’t directed towards you. The woman called Alecto hissed at him but backed away at the glinting blade he held. “Why?!”

The woman spat a curse, sounding something in Greek, and although you didn’t understand, it sent a shiver down your spine. “None of your business, son of—”

“Tell me!” This time, he swung with a force and speed that tore a cut through the rags of the woman. A terrified wail escaped her as her wings rocketed her backwards into the wall, causing another line of pots to crash onto the floor. A murderous glare was sent towards him from the monster but he returned it with a gaze of determination, lunging forward with another strike that missed.

No, not missed. It was a warning strike. He could’ve killed her when he had the chance.

“Take it up with Hades,” the woman said and with a deafening clap of her hands, she bursted in flames and left nothing behind, not even ash.

The man suddenly turned in his steps, searching for something until his eyes landed on yours. His face paled considerably and the swift steps he had earlier were replaced with clumsy ones as he fell to his knees beside you.

“W-What—“

“Don’t speak,” he instructed, delicately peeling away the shirt where it had clung to your bloodstained skin before pulling it up to reveal your wounds. Although you couldn’t see the damage yourself, the look on his face said enough. His fingertips were ice to the touch as they skimmed the edge of where the pain was originating in. “You need to get healed.”

“There’s a—” you turned your head to the side, wincing as a raspy cough caused your abdomen to contract which sent a whole new wave of pain. “—a hospital a few blocks away…”

“A hospital can’t help you,” he mumbled quietly, sliding an arm underneath your knees and back to tuck you against his chest to lift you gently. “I know someone who can though. Can you sit up?”

You nodded wordlessly, afraid that if you opened your mouth only a cry of pain would come out. As best as he could, he placed you on the counter before fishing out a large gold coin and the small hose that was attached to the back where the sink was. He turned it on to mist, creating a rainbow and tossed the large coin in where it disappeared, all the while ignoring the shocked and confused expression on your face.

“O, Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me Jimin in our apartment on 5th street.” Your stare moved from the mist to him, contemplating whether or not he was crazy. But the mist rippled into a hazy scene of a blond guy lazing about on the couch, digging into a bag of chips.

“Jimin,” he called out and the guy jumped in shock, facing the origin of the voice. “Get your kit ready. Someone’s hurt.”

“That’s… that’s a—”

“I know. But she can see through the Mist and Alecto got to her. Just get it ready, we’ll be there soon.” Before the other guy can respond, the tattooed man waved a hand through the rainbow and shut off the water, cutting the call. He glanced towards you and sighed. “I’ll explain it later. Come on, the poison’s spreading.”

The apartment was closer than you thought. Once Jeongguk (He had given his name on the way there and so did you) had practically kicked the door open, Jimin was ready with a standard first aid kit. They laid you down on a foldable chaise so that your upper body was propped up at a low angle. By now, you were fading in and out of consciousness, only keeping your eyes open each time Jeongguk squeezed your hand. Jimin’s hands were moving quickly, swiping away at and blood; he started to chant an ancient song, muttering words you didn’t understand. Complains never slipped past your lips. The pain was exiting your body like a vapor, and soon it only left behind a dull ache.

“Who are you?” You asked weakly, slowly gaining strength as Jimin finished his chant, dressing the wounds with a fabric softer than any gauze. “What…what was that?”

“A kindly one. An odd name for something not so kind.” Jeongguk still hasn’t let go of your hand. “We try not to say their names since they hold power. It’s almost like a summon for them. It’s one of the Furies in the Underworld.”

“Furies,” you repeated dumbly, wondering if you were high on any painkillers. “Like Greek mythology?”

Jeongguk nodded and turned to Jimin, who delved into a tale of metaphysical gods and how the gods of Olympus are tied into western civilization, constantly moving where their influence is strongest. Thankfully, you understood for the most part, and didn’t feel much denial in the whole story. You couldn’t exactly ignore the fact that an old winged woman tried to kill you in your shop.

“You said I couldn’t… That mortals couldn’t see all of it because of the Mist. Why could I?”

“Some have special sights,” Jimin shrugged, relaxing as he dropped further into his seat on the couch. “Some have really good sight and become my dad’s oracle.”

“Your dad?”

“We’re demigods, half mortal, half god.” Jeongguk spoke up now, crossing his arms as he sat beside you on the floor. “In the myths, gods and goddesses always had affairs with mortals. It was a bad habit to break so they didn’t bother. That's how I came to be."

A large grin pulled at Jimin's lips, scooting forward as if he had a joke he was dying to say. "Guess who's his godly parent."

You bit your lip and observed the man cloaked in black beside you. Dark hair, tattoos...

"Hades?"

Jimin erupted with a howl-like laughter, practically dropping to the floor as Jeongguk rolled his eyes; it was obvious he was used to the guess you had provided. "That's my stepdad," he replied, waiting calmly for it to click in your head. Gathering the little amount of Greek mythology that you knew, you gaped at him when you figured it out.

"The goddess of flowers is your mother?"

By now, you were sure Jimin had abs forming underneath his shirt with how much he was laughing.

"I'll leave you guys for a bit," Jimin grinned, grabbing his keys as he stood from his spot. "I need to send a call to Chiron while I get some food. You want anything?" We both shook our heads and watched the other shut the door behind him.

"Any more questions?"

'Who's Jimin's parent?"

"Apollo, god of---ow, that fucking hurts..." Jeongguk hissed as his attention jumped to his inner forearm where a large spot suddenly blackened. Slowly, the blob of black had subsided and faded, revealing a gorgeous design of a lily that was practically a replicate of the flower he had given you a week ago.

"Is that normal?" You managed to ask with wide eyes, unable to take your gaze off the tattoo that had appeared out of nowhere. When Jeongguk didn't reply, you glanced up and was confused to see a soft hue of cherry had settled upon his cheeks. He shook his head quietly, brows knitting slightly as if he was articulating the words in his head.

Soft fingertips traced the new design and he didn't dare move in case he startled your actions, especially since he loved how it felt, soothing away the burn the magic tattoo had left behind. "No, it isn't. I'm kind of... cursed? There's really no other way to describe it, but Hades hates me. He sent that kindly one after me but must've gotten the wrong place."

"Why does he hate you?"

A bitter laugh was given in response but the questioning look from you elicited a proper explanation. "Persephone doesn't really have affairs, she's busy doting after her mom or ruling the Underworld to visit any mortals. So when she had me, Hades wasn't pleased. Being a demigod, we don't really live past eighteen unless we choose to stay at camp. I'll explain that later. Anyways, Hades gave a 'gift' to me." He couldn't meet your eyes now, choosing to train them at a loose thread at the edge of his sleeve which he fiddled with as he spoke. "It was to commemorate each quest I've completed. Each victory would appear onto my skin, a list of feats. But when I turned eighteen, it was any important event, good or bad."

Immediately, your hands returned to that lily on his forearm. You didn't speak but he knew what you meant. Was meeting you an important event?

“All of these… Did you do any of them?” Your voice was soft, sounding so fragile as your fingers skimmed the other designs that decorated the back of his hand.

Jeongguk shook his head. “No. They appear when I earn them.”

Silence reigned throughout the entirety of the apartment; Jeongguk had shared more than he had liked and the exhaustion of the day had finally caught up with you. Finding a position that allowed comfort without straining the injuries beneath your clothes, you let sleep take over. When Jimin arrived, he left the both of you alone in the living room to retreat to his own bedroom.

It was nearing midnight by the time you had woken up again, shaken awake with the thought of your precious flower shop left in pieces after the attack. “Jeongguk,” you called out and he emerged from the kitchen with a warm mug of tea. “My shop.”

He knew immediately and tossed you a jacket before returning to the kitchen and placing his drink on the counter. Once the both of you were outside, Jeongguk reached for your hand without hesitation and you felt his guard go up almost immediately. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you knew it was for your protection now; you were more vulnerable to attacks.

The walk there was quick. While there wasn't a lot of damage to the actual store, the flowers that were dead and scattered littered the floor, leaving your heart as broken as it could ever be. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you took in the carnage, uncaring if Jeongguk released your hand and stepped forward to inspect the whole mess.

Apparently, Jeongguk had more magic in him despite his curse.

Your attention was no longer on the dead flowers but rather his raised hand summoning each petal back onto it's stem, each handful of soil returning into its mending pot. The late hour didn't do much to help with light, but the moon's services did more than you realized; each fallen flower rose to return to its original position with clarity. Once half an hour or so had passed, Jeongguk had restored each flower, blooming larger than before.

“That was amazing,” you breathed out, rushing over to each flower as if to make sure it was real. Once you had come full circle and returned to his side, he doubled over with his hands upon his knees to support his upper body. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” he wheezed and straightened his posture. “I haven’t really used my powers in a while; it’s almost too much, but I’m okay,” he promised and waved away your concerns, finally feeling color return to his face. You stared for a moment, though, making sure for yourself that he was telling the truth. Once you deemed him okay, your eyes fell upon his concealed forearm. That damn lily.

“Can I see it again?”

Wordlessly, he pushed up his sleeve to reveal that gorgeous lily. You turned around and plucked a white lily out of its pot to compare it next to the design. An exact copy. “What does this mean?” You didn’t dare make eye contact and instead pretended as if the flower in your hands had all your attention.

“You’re important to me,” he mumbled, shyly pulling his sleeve down as his feet shuffled at the floor. “I know we just met but… something’s just pulling me to you. I’d like to get to know you more.” Those words would usually terrify you coming from someone that was practically a stranger, but this stranger had saved your life. Offering a few hours of your time in the context of a date was almost too easy to give to him.

“Are you asking me out, flower boy?” You grinned, playfully tucking the lily behind his ear. Beneath the silvery hue of the moonlight, pink tinted his cheeks as he laughed quietly.

“I guess I am. Would a midnight stroll be alright?”

“It would be perfect.”

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