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The Souls of Death

Intro:

Lord Death's soul fragment split in two. One was Death the Kid, and the other would become Percy Jackson after the twin fragment was taken from Death.

Death, though, won't rest until his other child is found. If only the fates didn't need a son of Poseidon to be born more powerful than just being demigod would allow.

PJO x Soul Eater Crossover fanfic

Chapter 1: Twin Souls

Lord Death walked into his mirror dimension. Light and dark reflected off and bounced around the room in a chaotic kind of order. It was a culmination of the pure dark dimension to the light of the world outside the mirrors that shone its way in.

The mirror dimension was home, and only shinigamis could ever access and be able to survive in such a space. Here, Death could shed his masked form and allow his true form to rome. There isn’t a truly accurate way to describe in words how Death went in and out of corporal forms, like a misty shadow that swelled around the dimension, or Death was a solid dark matter coalesced in a small fragment of the dimension. Or the way sometimes stark white bones formed out the being like a jagged crown amongst his form. Death just simply was.

Death sighed, and his form condensed back into a smaller, more solid form. “It’s time.” The deep sound reverberated around the dimension like a whisper about the wind, even as no air ever entered this realm.

Death formed bony hands from his dark form, the skeleton digits reaching into his body, and from within, he grabbed a vial which contained the most precious and valuable thing he kept safe and hidden within himself.

Death gasped, though, when he looked at what was in the vial, and his form split apart and merged together while his hands turned into shadows.

The fragment of his soul that he separated from himself after Asura…

It became two twin soul fragments of himself!

Death didn’t account for the small fragment he carved from himself to split into two, but it did. His void-like eyes went large in shock, and he exclaimed “Twins,” in his high animated voice he uses around his students.

He cleared his nonexistent throat, and he formed a skeleton frame that was wrapped around shadows, and stroked his skull chin with his bony fingers with his free hand as he examined the two twin souls in the vial, “Well I can’t say I was expecting this, but maybe this will be for the best.”

Death opened the vial and carefully put the soul fragments into his palm, cradling them like they were the only thing that mattered in the world. “My children. I have so many hopes and wishes for you, but more than anything, I just want you to live. My part in this cycle is ending, and it's time for you to start yours.”

“Alright, I can only start with one of you at a time, so which one of you twins wants to be older.” Death says in his animated voice.

As expected, neither shard answers, but Death still chooses the shard on his right. “Hmm, you want to be older, alrighty! I’m just going to put your sibling back in the vial for now while I start forming your body.”

In the vial, the soul fragment on the left goes. Except that Lord Death made the mistake of setting the vial and soul aside instead of storing it once again in his shadowy form. After all, nothing but shinigamis could enter the Mirror dimension, right?

Lord Death needed all his concentration and much of his power to craft a body for just one fragment to reside in, and he couldn’t afford to split his attention by doing them both at the same time.

And so he crafted a human-like but immortal body for his child to inhibit. He crafted it around the small soul fragment of his child.

Death learned his mistake last time and wanted his child, his children, to learn like mortals, to grow like mortals. Thus, in his hands, he crafted the body of a baby. He painstakingly created all the necessary organs and veins and cells that are part of the human body. Of course, he improved upon the mortal body for his child and made it so a shinigami could inhibit the body.

Finally, he made the child’s appearance, from the eyes and skin and hair. Death may have been thinking of his first child when he created this one, and oh, he wanted another boy!

Finally, the first vessel was done for the first twin, and the soul fragment started to merge with the body. A soft glow lit up around them, and three pure white sanzo lines appeared on the right of the baby’s pure black hair. The baby, then, opened his eyes, and pure gold looked up and met the now golden ones of his father’s and he took his first breath.

“My son,” Lord Death whispers, his voice like shadows, and as he looks upon his son who looks so much like a version of him (when he’s eyes reflect the sands of time, and his body is as pale as a corpse), but instead of being ravished by time, his child is little, a kid.

And oh, that’s perfect! Death just decided on his son’s name and speaks it aloud, his voice filled with love and shadows, “Death the Kid.”

Death, however, was so enraptured by the tiny miracle of his son that he didn’t notice three ladies entering his domain.

The first was a young woman appearing in her twenties, and with her soft tan hands, she carefully took the vial with the other twin soul in it, a golden string spooling from her finger. Careful not to make a sound.

The second appeared in her forties, and she measured the string from her sister’s hand.

Finally, the third sister was an old woman in her eighties. Her hands weathered and worn, and she held the end of the golden string. And she watched as the golden string mixed with green. Though in her other hand, with her great shears, she did not cut the string.

It was time for other things.

Finally, Death took notice that he wasn’t alone in his domain, and he looked furious. Though he didn’t feel fear, he could never feel fear again.

He carefully held his newborn son in a shadowy limb, and from his body, great shadows burst forth and tried to latch on to the 3 ladies. However, they evaded him, even as he covered his entire realm in shadows.

“WHAT ARE YOU?!” Death bellowed. He knew these 3 weren’t witches. No, their souls, if he could call them that, were more like strings spooling into a great big tapestry that connected to each and every soul in and outside of the dimension. It was too much, and Death couldn’t see them if he focused on their souls, and he blinked their souls out from his perception.

The three ladies laughed. The laughter reverberated from all around.

“We are what was,” the youngest sister said. Her statement already felt years old. A distant memory, though an immortal like Death is hardly phased.

“We are what is,” the middle sister says. The statement echoes around forever in the present.

“We are what will be,” the oldest would say. Her voice like a vision that Death couldn’t quite understand just yet, but he understood enough from the other two to get it.

The three stare at Death and say all at once,

“A son of Death turned to a mortal for thee,” They laughed as they held the string that was overtaken in lovely golden green.

“If only we didn’t need a son of the sea.” Their voices crashed around like screams. It sounded like they were drowning.

“LET GO OF MY CHILD NOW!” Death echoes, his voice shaking his domain. Even the outside world felt Death’s rage. The mirrors of the outside world did not reflect any light, for darkness consumed their visage. And shadows grew darker, nights drew on longer, and madness seeped more into mortal’s souls.

The three sisters smiled, but their grins were twisted, and their eyes shone with glee.

“He’ll be back before the ascendance of his brother.” They pointed at the hidden Death the Kid, laughing all the while Death screamed in rage.

“But not before he holds the weight of the world of another.” The ladies' promises echoing around the realm, their voices echoing like the boom of thunder.

And just like that, the three ladies vanish, gone with Death’s soul fragment in their wake.

Death screams in fury. The world is shaking, for Death is on a path of vengeance. Madness seeps into people's skin. It curls around in their blood, and it infects their hearts.

And a wail is heard. It’s soft, but the voice stops Death in his tracks. His shadowy form condenses, and gold eyes overtake his void.

Death hurt his son. He infected him with madness. Death collapsed, his new solid from falling down to his created floor in his domain.

Death pulls his shadowy limb that cradles his son in close and checks over him. His baby’s eyes were slightly crazed, but there was recognition when he looked upon Death.

Death sighed in relief, his breath like darkness itself.

Death hurried to fully conceal his madness wavelength, but his son was still exposed to the full brunt of his madness and power while he was not even hours old. It would likely have ramifications for the rest of his life until he was able to access the full of his shinigami powers.

Death didn’t know how this would affect his son, but he would do his best to help, for he was the one who did this to his son. Even if it was only for a minute, it was a minute where his son was fully exposed to Death's divinity.

Now that Death knew his son would survive even if there would be ill effects, he turned his furious gaze outside to the mirrors of the world and located any visible Weapons and Meisters.

Death might be trapped in the confines of his city, but his weapons and meisters weren’t and they were going to find his other child.

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They couldn’t find his child. Death’s child was nowhere to be found, and there was no trace of the three ladies.

Of course, Death never told anyone that the three ladies weren’t witches, nor that the bright shard of light was a fragment of his soul, his child. But he gave avid descriptions of what they were searching for, as well as listed the missions as the number one priority across to all people Death commanded.

Everything else was put on hold for this for months on end. Meanwhile, Death stayed in his mirror realm with his newborn son, accumulating Death the Kid carefully to life and to fighting off the worst effects of the madness.

No word, no sighting, nothing. Those bastards had stolen Death’s child, and they succeeded!

Death stewed in his fury. He wouldn’t rest until the crones were nothing but blood and guts stomped and ripped apart by his own hands.

For now, though, Death knew he needed to resume the hunting of kishin eggs across the world, and he had to prioritize the child he already had, as much as that hurt. It needed to be done, and Death reluctantly allowed the normal missions to proceed, though his child’s retrieval was still listed as a top priority.

The world slowly but surely recovered from Lord Death’s madness wavelength, Weapons and Meaisters still continually fought witches and kishins and reported to Lord Death, and new students were being brought to Death Weapon Meister Academy. Slowly, the mission of retrieval faded to the background, but Death could never forget. His rage would never lessen until the three ladies were dead, but for now, he has Kid to keep safe.

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The three ladies returned to one of the many worlds they influenced. In this one, just as they entered a small cabin by the beach side, a pregnant woman was peacefully sleeping.

This was Sally Jackson, who was just shy of being 8 months pregnant, and she was about to have a miscarriage.

The ladies, however, could never allow that to take place lest they lose one of their favorite worlds to mess with.

The youngest-looking one still holding the vial with Death’s soul fragment carefully unscrewed it. And she dropped the soul onto her palm.

The youngest smiled and spoke. Her voice would have sounded sweet if her grin wasn’t so sharp, “Their beautiful.”

The soul didn’t like the lady, and the soft hum of their resonance quieted.

“Now now Clotho, we don’t have the time for this,” the middle sister scolds, her voice grating like the crashing of metal.

The youngest rolls their pure black eyes, “Lachesis, you know as well as I that we have plenty of time.”

The middle scowls, her eyes like an explosion of light and looks to the oldest, “Atropos, tell Clotho you don’t have time to waste.”

Atropos inclines her head, her pure white hair falling down her wrinkled face. See looked to the youngest, but there were no eyes in her sockets, as if they’ve long since dried and shriveled up, “It’s time.”

The youngest then gains a serious look on her otherwise mischievous face, and instantly moves over the pregnant woman's stomach, just before she is about to have miscarriage, and she forces Death’s soul fragment into the still soulless unborn child of Sally Jackosn and Poseidon.

The soul fights, but they are too weak still to fight against the fates just yet.

Atropos smiles with no teeth, the gums of her mouth dry, ‘This soul is perfect. Already proving a challenge.’ Her sisters had similar thoughts on the matter.

Death’s soul fragment, then, sinks into the body, and the soul and body merge together as one.

It’s only a mere moment that the baby’s soul leaks out their divinity before the fates seal the baby’s soul into a mortal form. A moment before the sisters sealed the unborn baby’s lines of sanzo and most of their inheritance as a fragment of Death’s soul.

However, it was in this moment that caused the three sisters known as the fates blink out of sight from a mortal's and even immortal’s eyes, as Sally starts screaming in the moments after their sealing took place.

Though Sally would no longer have a miscarriage, the baby could no longer stay in the mother’s womb. The once pure divine soul has already done too much damage to the mother’s body.

Moreover, this wasn’t just any mortal being born. This was a god that was being born. Even if the baby was born a mortal god, it was too much for a mortal to take.

Still, Sally prayed to Poseidon in her anguish, fearing she was losing her baby. Ever selfless in her endeavors. Poseidon appeared frantic and looked over to his lover in fear.

“The baby!” Sally screamed, her body already bleeding.

The fates watch as Poseidon helps Sally through her birth. The fates hide the divinity being broadcasted from the small birthing room that would have shone like a supernova to an immortal’s eyes. The fates watch as the seas grow choppy, hurricanes and storms are birthed, the ground shakes, and deaths are given prematurely around the world as the father and the child cast their through divinity to the world.

‘It’s funny,’ Clotho says to her two sisters in their minds, ‘How a child so tied to destruction and death is also tied to creation and life.’

‘Indeed.’ Lachesis agreed back, as the three watch on as a new god is born. A god that would have killed their mother in death but gave more life to her instead.

‘That’s why we chose him after all.’ Atropos laughs, already loving the child’s chaos that he will bring all for the loyalty that was always tied to his very soul.

‘Yes, he is perfect isn’t he.’ Clotho smiles as she watches the mother hold their chosen one.

‘Perseus, a perfect name.’ Lachesis agrees, watching as Sally names her son destroyer.

‘Indeed.’ Atropos states, for a destroyer can be many things.

Then, the fates leave the small family of three. Already loving the past, present, and future planned for the child born from three.

Notes:

I don't know about you, but I really love this! I can't wait for Death the Kid and Percy to meet later!

Also, Lord Death, he's furious and protective. Great combo for a god, imao.

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dandelion-blues · 15 days

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Tales of Arcadia One-shot

A Precious Youngling

Also, on Ao3

Jim cooked and spiced a meal as much to perfection as much he could make it with the materials he had available on this cross-country trip to New Jersey. It should have smelled divine, especially when he hasn't eaten much today, but instead, it smelled unimaginably gross like moldy trash was thrown in and burnt, but no trash actually smelt good now to Jim.

Ugh, Jim hated this. He was supposed to be a chef, and now he couldn't even taste what he was making. Heck, he could barely stand to be in the vicinity when he was cooking, but he wanted to surprise his girlfriend, Claire. In any case, he did it. He just hoped it tasted alright.

Jim carefully picked up the dish that he made using an extra pan that he brought with him as the plate, being careful not to stumble with his longer legs since he's been doing an awful lot of that and made his way towards Claire.

He was greeted by friendly smiles and a sense of community that he didn't feel before when he was just human. Jim didn't know if it was the fact that he was a troll now (or well half), or that he helped save them from their greatest enemy, or most likely a combination of the two, but trolls were a lot more accepting of Jim now. In fact, they were more than accommodating and would even go out of their way to help him out in some way whether that was by giving him pointers or even hunting for forks (his favorite and practically only food he likes to eat now). It was really nice, as it was weird.

Jim was just at his ends wit with the trolls dancing around him and being so nice. Like he was suddenly so different. He was though, he wasn't human anymore. He didn’t even look or act like a human anymore. He just wanted them to act normal around him, not like he was made of glass.

Jim just wished he knew why there was a sudden change. Was it because he looked like a troll now? Did they really dislike him that much because he was a human? He wasn't even a proper troll though, his mentality seemed to switch at random, one moment he was acting like he used to then the next his troll instincts took over and he was growling at something. It was just so tiresome; he didn't understand any of this. He didn't even want to mention his looks. The few times he glimpsed himself in a reflective surface, his appearance had him scrambling back. He just couldn't bring himself to look at himself anymore.

Jim shook his head. He was going to spend this night with his girlfriend and not worry about his problems right now.

Luckily, despite not being able to taste the food that he made, Claire loved it, and she said it tasted amazing. The buzzing in his mind finally fully calmed down, and he was able to just relax with his girlfriend. They hung out all day (night whatever, since sunlight kills trolls. Will kill him). They talked for hours and dueled and he just got to enjoy being in Claire’s company. However, Claire started to yawn. The dark blue of the night started to lighten, indicating that the day was about to begin, and their new sleep schedule of sleeping in the daytime was about to begin.

“I’m so glad that we finally just got to relax and hang out today,” Claire said, stretching, “But now I’m going to pass out.” Claire smiles at him, her brown eyes filled with affection.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Jim nodded in affirmation but was still feeling restless.

“Also, don’t stay up too long,” Claire scolded, “You need your sleep too, even if you need less.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jim saluted.

Claire chuckles. Then grabs his hands in hers and looks lovingly into his eyes, “I love you, Jim.”

Jim gets a soft smile on his face, “I love you too. And have a good ni- sleep, Claire.” Jim rubs the back of his neck awkwardly at his slip-up.

“I will,” and pulls Jim down to give him a soft kiss and walks away.

Jim sighs happily, all his worries from earlier gone. However, as the morning ticks closer and more and more trolls are starting to hide away in the dark. Jim is once again left to his own thoughts and makes sure that everyone gets hidden away before the sun comes out.

However, before he could spiral into thinking about, well everything, a tall orange troll came up to him. His tan horns framed his mossy colored hair, “Now Trollhunter, I know it’s your duty to protect us, but a youngling such as yourself needs rest too. Why don’t you go to your guardian Blinkous and get some rest now.”

Jim is bewildered but says, “No it’s alright, I’m simply doing rounds to make sure everyone gets in the dark safely.”

The troll has this stern look in his eyes, “Now Trollhunter, a youngling like yourself needs more sleep than us older trolls, and it’s dangerous to still be out when the sunlight is approaching us quickly.”

Jim raises his hands up placating, “I know, I know. However, as a Trollhunter I need to make sure everyone is safe. Besides, I handled Gunmar, I can handle a little sunburn if it comes to it.” Jim tries to joke about the concern by stating that he can handle himself.

However, this doesn’t work as the large troll gasps in horror, “I know younglings are reckless, but not this! I am taking you to your guardian right this instant. There will be no risking your life, young troll.”

“W-what?!” Jim shrieks as the troll picks Jim up like a sack of potatoes and carries him over his shoulders. Jim tries fighting back, but the troll's grip remains strong. Jim eventually gives up, his face burning lavender. Jim’s grateful, though, that most trolls are already inside and are not seeing this embarrassment of Jim’s defeat. A few minutes later, after going across the whole camp, the troll finds the cave that Blinky was in and plops Jim gently down in the cave like he was handling a teddy bear. Jim sighs with relief and proceeds to flop down on the floor, covering his face in embarrassment, not even looking at Blinky.

“Tell your youngling that playing in the sun is no joke. His life is more important than patrolling around the camp when dawn is approaching.” The troll demands of Blinky.

Jim sputtered and shouted out a muffled “Hey!” with his covered face.

However, Jim gets cut off when the larger troll says, “Hush, the adults are talking now.” The troll continues with a glare at Blinky “I expect that our young Trollhunter will know the dangers of the sun when I see him next Blinkous Galadrigal.”

Blinky, bewildered by the whole encounter, concedes, “Of course, Heilad.”

The orange troll then huffs and leaves.

“Well, what is this I hear about playing in the sun, Master Jim?” Blinky says sternly but secretly smiles since Jim can’t see Blinky.

Jim mutters something incorrigible.

“What was that?” Blinky raises his eyebrow.

Jim sighs and uncovers his face, and glares at his mentor, his dad, “I was just going on patrols to make sure everyone was inside and protected from the sun, and just made a joke that since I beat Gunmar I could handle a little sunburn, and then that troll just dragged me here!”

Blinky six eyes go large, “Jim going in the sunlight would kill you! I know that you haven’t been a troll for that long, but it would be much worse than a sunburn.The sun is completely deadly to us!” Then Blinky starts to catastrophize and mutters to himself, “Oh dear, I’ve failed you as your troll guardian in informing you about what you need to know as a troll! I know that I’ve been busy as the leader, but that’s no excuse. I need-”

“Blinky!” Jim shouts. Blinky stops pacing and muttering. Jim breathes out, “I know the sunlight is dangerous to trolls. The first night when I became a troll, I burned myself.”

Blinky takes a moment to process what Jim says, then shouts, “YOU WHAT?!”

Blinky goes over to Jim, who is still on the ground, and frantically looks over him to see if he has any injuries. Once again, infinitely thankful that the armor wasn’t permanently stuck on his son and that now he was dressed in a shirt and shorts.

“Blinky,” Jim tries to get his dad’s attention, but Blinky is too focused on looking at his son for his injury.

“Blinky!” Again nothing.

“DAD!” Jim yells.

Blinky looks startled at his son, as Jim waves frantically at him. Except Blinky zeroes in on Jim’s hand, and specifically the darker splotch on Jim’s left hand.

“Your hand!” Blinky shouts and grabs Jim’s hand and inspects it.

“It’s fine, it barely hurt.” Jim says, looking away.

Jim thinks about that interaction with that troll earlier, Heilad? Then asks out loud, "Why are the trolls treating me so differently now? I can't be that different, can I?!" Then Jim growls and yells, "I'm still me!" And his free hand flings to his mouth, horrified that he growled at his mentor and father figure, and his ears subconsciously droop down.

Blinky looks wide-eyed at Jim and squeezes his hand assured that the hand wasn’t impairing and hurting Jim and reassures him, "Oh Master Jim. Yes, you will always be you. The trolls just now see how truly young you've always been, and younglings like yourself are a precious commodity since Gumm-Gumms have stolen our young, so the trolls are simply treating you like they would any other youngling and are worried for you."

Then Blinky continues, "But Jim, even if you are now half-troll, you still have your heart. A heart far better than mine. You're still a sensational chef. A wondrous friend. The most prodigious Trollhunter." Blinky smiles, his speech growing sincerity with every word and gently grabs Jim's other hand from his face with his left lower arm, and his other lower arm still holds Jim's other hand. Then Blinky forces Jim to look in his eyes with his upper arm by holding Jim's face. "A magnificent son. You may not be fully human anymore, and you may not be fully troll, but you will always be Master Jim to me, and no growls or angry outbursts will stop you from being you, or me from loving my son."

Jim burst into tears, needing to hear those comforting words from Blinky, from his dad.

"Oh, master Jim, it's alright, come here." And Blinky takes Jim in his arms and hugs and comforts him.

Jim cries and cries and eventually a high pitch whine escapes him when he thinks of all the horrible things that have just piled up after he turned into a half-troll, and he whimpers, not liking the new sounds that escape him and keens for his dad. Jim's scared and vulnerable and oh so new to his troll instincts that he doesn't know what to do.

Luckily, Blinky and Jim were already settled on the soft moss-filled ground because as soon after Jim began sobbing, Blinky knew that Jim would want to be held and comforted in his dad's embrace.

"Oh son," Blinky whispers to himself, his heart breaking at Jim's desperate keen, and takes Jim up in his arms cradling him close to his own hearthstone (what would be considered the troll equivalent to a heart) and murmurs sweet reassurances to Jim in both English and Trollish, and runs his fingers through Jim hair to calm him down. Jim holds tightly onto Blinky's suspender strap and sinks into Blinky's hold.

Eventually, Jim's crying subsides, and while his breath still hitches, he looks up into Blinky's six eyes with his sky blues and whispers, "I'm s-sorry." Jim clings shakily on Blinky's suspender and buries his face into his father's torso.

Blinky whispers, "There's nothing to be sorry for," and Jim seems to relax a little, his breath calming down as Blinky continues to card his fingers through Jim's hair and holds Jim. Jim smiles into Blinky’s chest, and mumbles, “Thanks.” Jim’s eyes droop, exhausted from crying and the long day, and falls asleep, feeling warm and protected in his father’s embrace.

Blinky smiles sadly at Jim and states, "I wish I could take away your fears and worries." Blinky sighs, "Even when I said before, "fear is but the precursor of valor.' Your valor, your valor exceeds anyone's, and I am so proud of you, and you can rest, you were victorious. You fought valiantly! I am just so proud to call you my son, and you deserve to have peace and rest as much, if not more than the rest of us. Even if it means telling a certain wizard to take a hike, I'll do my best to ensure your happiness, my son, and I'll always be here for you." Blinky promises.

Notes:

Just wanted to have this out fully on Tumblr. Enjoy!

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dandelion-blues · 17 days

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PJO One-Shot

The Blood of Gods

Now on Ao3

Liquid seeps into the soil.

The clash of metal ringing all around.

Red, a mortal’s plight.

To live such a short life.

Oh, Warrior given a moment of glory,

Of spilled blood for the Gods' need for gore.

Their armor dented,

But their hearts race free.

Free, but they're bound in chains.

A pretty golden chain for thee.

Scars among their bodies,

Proudly displayed battles won.

The battle a stage to be viewed,

Laughter and cheers or boos and jeers.

An arena of entertainment!

Gods clap, thunder follows.

Gods cry, rain falls.

Gods smile, and the sun sears.

Gods! Gods! Gods!

They must cheer.

Blood offered for Gods.

The immortal’s lips stained red.

Is it blood or wine?

The gods love it all the same.

Only in death can they be free,

But even death is ruled by immortal beings.

Thus, mortals left forever at the Gods' whims.

Lesser, worthless, insignificant things.

A bug to be crushed under their heels.

Their lives and deaths sacrificed to the Gods!

To bow before their superiors!

Kissing the dirt! It’s where they belong!

Grovel before the Gods’ magnificence!

Mortal’s eyes don’t deserve such beauty!

Eyes burned from their sockets, if they ever saw.

For Gods’ true sights are monstrous beings.

“A God is such a magnificent being.” A cloaked person hums, their voice rasped like a snake’s. Their voice deep yet soft, somehow echoing in the dark tunnels.

“You can’t run, for a God is all-seeing.” Their words lowered in pitch towards the end. The words lifting through the air like a discordant melody.

“You're lucky if a God notices thee,” the voice raised to a high mocking tone. Laughter heard in the shadows following the cloaked individual.

“But your luck runs foul in three,” The voice turns somber, a spool of thread weighing down their scarred hands.

“Oh great Gods, I pray for your blessing!” The voice laughs, the thread turning red in the dim light of the tunnel.

“Oh, blessed! A child of Gods through their caressing.” The voice low and dark, their eyes glowing bright in the darkness. Their body shaking with barely concealed rage. Shouts of anger heard behind them.

“The child sent off to war,” the voice shakes, tears building in their eyes. Great blonde hair falling from their hood as they bow their head. But still, they move forward steadily and with purpose. The marching of soldiers stomping behind.

“Hoping for the child to be one Gods’ adore!” The voice breaks, and the string tightens in their hands. Winds are felt in the tunnels, the damp air becoming heated. Sad whispers heard in the wind.

“The child brought before the Gods,” the voice now has an anticipating edge to them, as the dark tunnels light up at the end. The voices behind quieting down to a humm, the tension savored like the build-up before a storm.

“Now a man to settle the odds,” the voice whispers dark and menacing, a jeer at the end of his song as he reaches the end of the tunnel. The man’s voice echoing down the tunnel, but quiet to the open air.

The thread carried in his hands now bright and golden in the bright light of the sun, and it splits and weaves onwards to the giant figures beyond the person.

The person sighs and pulls his hood down as he faces the giants, the gods. The thread attaching to each of their chests where a heart would be if they had such things.

The person's hair shines golden as the string and is accompanied with the bluest eyes, the color of sapphires. The man’s rage was shown clearly to the world. A young, pretty teenage face sneers.

The gods, however, don’t notice the speck of a person entering their great home. The home of the gods, Olympus, that casts a great shadow over the insignificant lives down below.

The person's knuckles turn white, drawing great shining blood from his hands. Red and gold, now marring the great thread. He breathes in, and he yanks the thread down, and down go the gods from their false thrones. Groveling before the person’s feet.

The person, the demigod, smiles and sings, “Now it’s time for the gods to bleed.”

“Son!” A god yells in shock, their voice portraying a mask of hurt, but the demigod knows better. Gods don’t feel. Gods are monstrous beings disguised in mortal skin. Monsters who play good and just, but still kill children all the same as the monsters demigods fought in vain. The monsters demigods, children, had to fight to reach camp just to survive.

Survive only to live to fight in the gods’ name. Only living for their parents' glory. Then, the so-called good gods, their parents, just watched as their children reached their demise. Laughing at especially gory deaths, sneering at ones who never gave them glory. Forgetting all their children just the same regardless.

Still, the gods don their great beautiful masks again and again. They seduce and rape mortals just to leave them with children in a broken home. Homes always left yearning for the gods’ addicting touch, a mortal never knowing how to go back to the way they lived before. The gods felt like destruction; they felt like creation; they felt like everything. The gods gave the mortals a taste of divinity to ensure that the mortals were theirs (forever a possession to the gods). That their mortals would remember them, worship them, in every possible way.

Children loved by mortals because of their reminder of the gods’ divinity, but the children would always fall short - living to an impossible standard unless they were lucky enough to be blessed. Blessed to forever be on the run from monsters and always used for Gods' quests.

Children abused because a parent decides to take their anguish out on children who resemble the rapists who hurt them.

Children abandoned because a mortal couldn’t bear to even be near an ounce of divinity again.

It’s all much the same because of the gods’ left mortals broken after they had their ways.

The Gods, though, couldn't possibly be evil, the children naively believed. The Gods were good. They were just. The Gods were their parents. The mortals were their parents, too.

It’s a game for the Gods. They’ve played it so many times before. The Gods gave a moment of attention to their children. A smile behind a sneer. A laugh behind a gag.

Emotions, a plaything, for the Gods to toss around when they need to. Emotions used to manipulate their children into loving, into worshiping, their parents.

To be the most entertaining. Children into soldiers. Sibling fighting against sibling, for Gods don’t pay attention to more than one demigod.

The Gods were everything for the demigods. These were the demigods’ other parents, so surely they were better than the mortal ones. The Gods had to be because the demigods had no one else to give them a chance. The demigods were too different to fit in with the mortals, so surely the immortals would appreciate them, would love them.

All the demigods had to do was fight and win. It’s what they were born forced to do. To receive just a word from their parents, a moment of attention. Why are their hands stained red?!

But why doesn’t it feel like enough? Why do the demigods still feel so alone? More of their friends are dying. More of their siblings are dead. Where did they go? Are they finally free?

A pyre burning. Another child is gone. Who will be next? Does it even matter? The gods their parents never would come.

No more, the person in the cloak vowed. No more children to be forced to be the gods’ child soldiers. No more children to be left, not knowing what a parent’s love is.

Gods don’t deserve their worship and love. They never did.

The demigods are done serving the gods. No longer will they be tossed around for the gods’ whims.

And so, with these gods at their feet, the neglected children, turned child soldiers for these so-called gods were finally ready to end their immortal ruling. The gods, no the monstrous beings, at their feet tried to plead for their useless lives, but the demigods laughed as they descended on them.

Mercy, the demigods said, as if the gods ever done such a thing for them.

No, and screams filled the air, and gold has never looked so beautiful.

Notes:

Who though? Who dares speak up? Does it really matter when the gods will finally meet their demise at their hands.

Blonde hair and blue eyes match a lot of demigods after all 😁

Also, I purposefully capitalized Gods in some places, and not in others, to represent the worship and idolization, or mocking like in the song, before the gods fall in the eyes of their children.

My tags unfortunately don't include all the options for who this could be, but don't let that hinder your imaginations running free.

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Wrote 2,714 words today.

Hw what's that?! IDK

Just kidding, I got my hw done like the good procrastinater I am. Getting it all done before midnight! 😭

Also, look forward to some new updates later this week! 😆

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Ninjago One-shot

An Adult? (not really)

Now also on Ao3

Lloyd Garmadon didn’t notice at first that he wasn’t really aging. He didn’t really think much about it at first. After all, he was already so much older when the Tomorrow's Tea aged him up. Except his voice hardly even deepened. Then, 8 years later, when Lloyd was chronologically 16 but supposed to be in his twenties physically, his voice finally deepened, as evident by the ninja’s teasing.

Zane predicted that perhaps Tomorrow's tea worked differently on him and that perhaps Lloyd’s age was now aligned. After all, Zane is a nindroid and isn’t supposed to age like humans, and yet he did.

Except Lloyd discovered that he wasn’t even fully human. He was a part oni-dragon hybrid. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Lloyd had bigger things to deal with than his weird aging. After all, he had a father villain to defeat.

5 more years passed. The Overlord, or should Lloyd say the Crystal King, is finally defeated. Garmadon isn’t quite as evil anymore and is actually staying around.

And now that they believe the Overlord is finally never returning, all the venom from the Great Devour that the Overlord orchestrated for Garmadon to have just left his system.

Now Garmadon is just an oni-brand of evil and has purple eyes. They remind Lloyd a lot of the human version of his father, his dad, but apparently that was a lie too because it’s just shapeshifting since the oni-version is his dad’s natural form. But everything is fine. He got his dad back. Really, he’s just a little rough around the edges, and his memories still aren’t fully back, but it’s a process. Everything is fine.

Anyways. What else? Oh, and all the Ninjas are alive and together.

It’s been a long journey. Cole just had his 30th birthday, and after all the pestering from his fans about dating, he decided to get married to a triple-layer chocolate cake so they would finally back off. Because. He’s. Not. Interested. Honestly, Lloyd can relate. He thought he liked Brad, and then Harumi and Akita when he was younger, but it was actually just wanting to be friends with them (though Harumi long since lost her chance even if she joined their side in the end), and it’s really making him uncomfortable with how many people are asking about his dating life.

Moving on…

Zane and Pixal are running a school open to all types of people and beings to learn about all manner of things.

Kai and Skylar finally got engaged! Lloyd teased his big brother endlessly for that. It took them long enough!

Nya and Jay got married and are happily exploring ninjago for their honeymoon!

Of course all the ninja stay in touch and make sure to meet up at the monastery at least monthly if not more in case another realm ending disaster pops up, but everyone is enjoying the peace while it lasts, but still staying in shape and being vigilant. Not wanting to be caught off guard again.

And well, Lloyd’s the same staying at the monastery for now and trying to avoid the limelight and all his crazy fans. Lloyd’s also trying really hard to reconnect with Garmadon, but part of himself still flinches whenever he gets too close. Remembering cold red eyes, saying he has no son, and slamming him into a wall. His body breaking and blood pooling around him. And everything is cold and dark. And Lloyd feels so alone and scared. He was dying.

Uncle Wu is also staying with Lloyd and Garmadon and really trying to be a good brother, but centuries, if not millennia, of strained relations, and polar personalities and ideals, make it hard for them to bond over, well, anything.

Though they did finally make a breakthrough recently. Lloyd just wishes he wasn’t at the center of it.

Flashback:

“Son,” Garmadon's deep gravelly voice says behind Lloyd, and Lloyd jumps; swearing, he almost hits his head on the ceiling by how far he jumped.

“Where is your mother?” Garmadon’s purple eyes have an unknown glint in them. The oni looks at Lloyd like his dad used to look at him when starting a serious conversation, and Lloyd swallows.

“Why do you want to know?” Lloyd says, his voice definitely not cracking. It’s been years. Why is his voice still cracking?!

“Well, I wanted her to sign these divorce papers so I could happily pursue a relationship with Vinny.” Garmadon says and pulls out divorce papers like it’s just a random Tuesday.

“What?!” Lloyd shrieks. And he expects Garmadon to say he’s joking. Divorce?! And who’s Vinny?!

Instead, Garmadon says in a worried tone, his voice sounding so close to the dad that Lloyd misses, “Now son. I’m sure it’s not easy to accept that your parents are getting divorced, especially since you are so young, but your mother and I are mature adults and need to get this done, so we can move on in our lives.”

Lloyd sputters, “I’m in my twenties! I’m not a kid.” It’s been 13 years since Lloyd’s been magically aged up to around 14. And even then, he was 8 before he magically aged up, so he would be in his twenties either way! Sure, he has an extreme baby face, but he is an adult! Even if he doesn't feel like it. And why does Garmadon suddenly care now? He can't try and parent him years too late and expect everything will be fine!

Thus, Lloyd yells at Garmadon before he can answer “Also, I have no idea where Misako is, and honestly I don’t give a damn! I hardly even know her! She left me when I was a baby! And she only came back into my life when I had to fight the Overlord for the first time. Then she just disappeared for years on end till she suddenly pops up with some cryptic message for a day and leaves again! So honestly good on you for getting a divorce! But don’t pretend that I care!” And Lloyd stomps out and slams the door to his room and screams into his pillow.

Eventually, Lloyd fell asleep, but it wasn’t long before a knock interrupted his rest, and he had to face reality again.

“What?” Lloyd answers, his voice muffled by his pillow.

“Lloyd,” Uncle Wu says softly, “Can Garmadon and I come in?”

‘Ugh, please no,’ Lloyd wants to say more than anything, but he relents, and sits up in his bed and tries to comb through his messy blond hair.

Lloyd finally sighs, “Come in.”

Uncle Wu and Garmadon enter Lloyds room, and they stand opposite him. Lloyd looks at them and waits for them to start speaking, but they just glance worriedly at Lloyd.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, “What do you guys want to talk about?”

Garmadon clears his throat, “Well after you… talked about Misako,” he says her name with venom, and Lloyd has to hide his flinch. Somehow, though, Garmadon seems to notice and breathes in deeply before continuing, “I went to talk to my brother, and neither of us knew about what you told me earlier. We just want to know where exactly you were raised and who raised you since Misako didn’t.”

Lloyd scowls, “Stop talking to me like I’m a child. I’m already in my twenties. I’m an adult for crying out loud! Also, why do you two suddenly care so much? It’s not like it’s hindering my ability to be the green ninja.”

Garmadon raises an eyebrow in disbelief and looks at his brother in worry.

“Lloyd,” Uncle Wu reaches over to Lloyd, but Lloyd pulls away, and Wu's golden eyes look so sad, “You are still a child, and you will be one for quite some time. And we care about you more than just being the green ninja. You are family, and we are worried about you.”

Lloyd shakes his head in disbelief. Just because Wu’s like a thousand years old doesn't mean that Lloyd deserves to be treated as a kid just because he’s so much younger.

“Besides you haven’t even lost your baby fangs or even molted your first dragon skin. You're still just a pup,” Garmadon gruffly replies.

“Hatchling.” Uncle Wu corrects.

Garmadon's purple eyes narrow at his brother, “Pup.”

Wu’s golden eyes narrow back, “Hatchling.”

“Pup.”

“Hatching.”

“Pup!”

“Hatching!”

“PUP!”

“HATCHLING!”

“ENOUGH!” Lloyd shouts over the two brothers, and they shut up in shock. “Is this seriously about my oni-dragon heritage?! What does that even matter? I’m still half human and obviously take more after my human half, and therefore, I age like a human. SO. I. AM. NOT. A. CHILD!”

“Oh son,” Garmadon’s voice breaks, and it truly sounds exactly like his dad’s, and it’s like the last piece finally clicks in Garmadon’s mind to fully remember. “I am so sorry I haven’t been able to teach you about your heritage and that I missed that your mother wasn’t in the picture since I was hardly there. I’ve truly failed you son.”

Garmadon goes closer to Lloyd and goes to embrace him in a hug, and Lloyd lets him, too shocked because Garmadon’s apologizing?! Is his dad finally back? Does he remember everything?

And then Garmadon’s sitting next to Lloyd on his bed and hugging him for dear life, and he starts sobbing, “I’m so so sorry, my son. I’ve hurt you, and I don’t know how I can ever make up for that.”

And Lloyd's shock fades away, and he embraces his dad back just as fiercely, “Dad. I-I’ve m-missed y-you. I’d t-thought you’d n-never truly be b-back!” And he sobs into his dad’s chest. Except Lloyd doesn’t just sob, but whines. Though Lloyd hardly notices as he's too busy focusing on the overwhelming emotions he’s feeling right now.

Garmadon, though, notices and instantly tightens his embrace on his son, and deep purrs start emitting from him to help his pup calm down. He puts his son’s head in the crook of his neck, and Garmadon instinctually broadens his shoulders as if to seem bigger and threatening to outsiders to protect his pup.

Wu smiles sadly at the scene, tears escaping his eyes, as he stares at his brother and nephew.

Eventually, their crying dies down, and Lloyd tries to pull away, but his dad holds onto him. Lloyd sighs but relents since he feels so warm and comfortable. Still, Lloyd looks down embarrassed. He’s not a child anymore. He can't be with all he's faced.

Garmadon lifts Lloyd’s chin up, and Lloyd glances at his dad’s comforting purple eyes, and Garmadon gently wipes some tears out of Lloyd’s face with his thumbs, the dark scales of his dad’s fingers surprisingly soft, and Garmadon hugs Lloyd gently.

Lloyd sinks into his dad’s embrace, feeling a deep rumble from his dad’s chest. It makes Lloyd’s eyes start to close as he feels warm and safe. But then Lloyd furrows his brows confused. What is that? It’s like…

Lloyd pushes away, shocked, “Dad are you purring?!”

“Of course, Lloyd, and you are too, you know. It’s just part of our oni heritage.” Garmadon says softly, as if speaking to a child.

And Lloyd, to his growing horror, does indeed feel himself purring, a soft purr emitting from within his chest following his dad’s. And Lloyd whines in distress. Did he really just whine. What is this happening to him right now?!

Garmadon pulls Lloyd closer, trying to calm his pup’s distress. But now that Lloyd is aware of the sounds, his distress is growing further, and he is starting to panic and wants his dad to let him go, but at the same time, he doesn’t. Lloyd is just so scared and confused.

Wu coughs loudly, getting his family’s attention. “Garmadon you need to let Lloyd go, he’s not used to his oni heritage right now, and it’s just further distressing him right now.”

Garmadon growls at his brother, his mind fogged up too much to think of anything else except protecting his pup.

Except Wu growls back just as hard and hisses in his dragonic tongue, “Let Lloyd go.”

Garmadon, shocked, loosens his grip just enough for Lloyd to get out of his grip and run to Uncle Wu.

Garmadon growls deeply as Wu holds Lloyd and growls in oni, “Let go of my son.”

“No, brother.” Wu states calmly in Ninjagon but prepares to defend himself.

Just before Garmadon can attack, Lloyd whispers, his voice breaking, “Don’t fight, please.”

Garmadon instantly snaps out of it and stops growling as his mind clears up. He whispers brokenly, “I’m sorry.”

Garmadon falls back on Lloyd's bed, looking down. He’s messed up again.

‘Why can’t I be a good dad for my son, just once?!’ Garmadon thinks. Agony felt in his heart once again for his inability to not mess up with Lloyd.

Lloyd breathes in and out and calms himself down in his uncle’s hold, and then he looks over to his dad and sees him with the saddest look on his face.

Lloyd gingerly gets out of his uncle’s hold and nods when Uncle Wu asks if he’s okay.

“Dad. I’m sorry I panicked. I just…” Lloyd gulps, “I thought I was human. Or well, mostly human. I didn’t want to accept that I wasn’t aging like one. And I think deep down I knew. FSM, I still look basically the same age as I did after I used the Tomorrow's Tea!”

“I just thought that I could finally be normal.” Lloyd’s voice breaks.

Garmadon looks at his son, so heartbroken. He doesn’t know how to help his son. He’s not normal, and he’ll never be.

And then Lloyd clears his throat, his bright green eyes shining, “But normal's overrated anyways, and I don’t have it in me to keep rejecting myself and you to believe that I’ll ever be normal. I finally have my dad back again, and I’ll hate myself if I don’t take this chance to learn more about you and about our heritage while I still have the chance.”

Lloyd laughs bitterly, “Because destiny will eventually decide to fuck with me again and I won’t have time, so I can’t just continue to ignore this. Because one day it might be too late to learn this from my d-dad.” Lloyd's voice breaks at the end.

“Oh, Lloyd, I’ll gladly tell you whatever you want to know,” Garmadon agrees and smiles sadly, praying to his father just this once that his son can find peace.

Lloyd smiles, tears in his eyes, and looks back to his uncle, “A-and I think Uncle Wu needs to be here to help explain some things too.”

Wu looks at his nephew in shock, he answers, “If that’s what you want nephew.”

“It is.” Lloyd nods his head.

“Alright, what do you want to know first?” Garmadon asks and pats the bed for both his son and brother to sit next to him. Lloyd gladly goes over, and his dad embraces him in a side hug, while Wu sits next to Lloyd and looks to Garmadon, wondering how he’s going to explain their heritage.

“Well as long as you make sure you include the dragons, brother. You always seem to forget them when discussing our heritage.” Wu says with a mischievous voice.

Garmadon rolls his eyes, “As long as you don’t forget the oni.”

Lloyd laughs brightly, the weight of the world seeming to lift from his shoulders, and his family joins him and starts laughing as well, and Misako is all but forgotten, for now, to the small family of the First Spinjitzu Master’s descendants.

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Hold Fast, Captain.

A Percy Jackson and Pirates of the Carribean adventure!

The Prince of the Sea.

Oh! the dead dare to dream.

The cursed sought to claim,

If only the red blood would remain.

You dare touch the Storm’s chosen,

The one crowned by black roses.

Yo ho! A pirate may lust,

But will never earn his trust.

So pretty, the pearl of the sea,

Singing the siren shanties.

Drown in the depths of his eyes.

Oh! He'll be your demise.

Yo ho! Dancing till dawn,

The Hero won’t be treated as a pawn.

Oh! Lavish him in your riches,

To evade swimming with the fishes.

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Many a pirate felt the calling of the sea in their very blood. They felt the sea salt air thicken as the waves crashed against their wooden vessels. The clear sky seared into their being.

Oh, it was the calm before the storm, they knew. Something was coming. For the Goddess of the Seas called her fish back, leaving the pirates blessed by her domain without their meals. It was her way to protect all those of the sea and send a message to thee. Only a fool would choose to ignore it, lest they wished for their death.

Their dreams filled with a young man, his face never clearly seen, but had the eyes not of a man but of the sea. Oh, blessed one of the seas.

“The Prince is coming,” the Goddess whispered in their dreams, to all those traveling on her waters. Her voice like the very tides. Ebbing and flowing in a soft crescendo. But in her voice held power, a power that spoke of a Goddess with many depths. A low symphony to her hidden trenches, deep and dangerous underneath the crystalline voice of her shallow shores.

Oh, Goddess of the Mirror World. Calypso, the Goddess of summer tides, the sea’s storm and might, the rescuer of the souls lost at sea, and the final judge of all those who dare journey her seas! Don’t mistake her for the daughter of Atlas, for she is more powerful than thee. She is this world’s Goddess of the Seas!

~~~

Dark eyes open. He swallows deeply, his voice but a whisper amongst the ship’s rocking waves, “The Prince is coming.”

Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl, looks to the horizon. Somehow, he knows he's in for something grand once again. He’ll survive this trial, this test, from the Goddess of the Seas. He knows he can.

For now, though, he’ll be drinking his weight in rum to forget the coming storm.

Notes:

Here's a little snippet of this idea that I've had on the backburner for a while now, but I finally decided to write.

I honestly really love this! And there really needs to be more Percy Jackson and Pirates of the Carribean crossovers!

Also, I am fully headcannoning Captain Jack Sparrow as Aroallo!

"...my first and only love is the sea." ~Jack Sparrow.

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#4 What if...

after the world forgot Peter Parker's existence, Peter moves to Hell's Kitchen, gets a symbiote, and is surrounded by parental vigilantes?

Ever since Peter Parker got bitten by that radioactive spider at 14, everything, from his senses, to his strength, to his durability, has been enhanced. What Peter didn’t know is that his enhanced healing also comes with increased longevity. His cells are aging much more slowly. Thus, a freshly turned 18 year old Peter barely looks 16. Of course, Peter just assumes he has an extreme baby face. Still, when you legally don’t exist, and everyone forgot you even existed, it’s hard to acquire a place of residence for a decent job when he looks nowhere near adulthood.

It turns out the only place even willing to give him a shot and will accept the meager money he has for an apartment is the corrupt Hell's Kitchen.

Sure it’s no Queens, but Peter will do his best to help people out.

All he has now is Spider-man. The world doesn’t need Peter Parker, after all.

So, when an isolated Peter comes across some sentient black goo who gives Peter company. He doesn’t really have it in him to complain. Plus, his new black suit is sick!

Now, if only Daredevil and even the Punisher (and about every other vigilante Peter sees) would just leave him to do his patroling alone and stop trying to be friends (it feels more like parenting, really) with him.

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#3 What if...

Garmadon becomes aware that Misako abandoned Lloyd when he was still at Darkly's?

Lloyd knew from a young age that he wasn’t normal. That glowing red eyes and long, sharp canines were inhuman, but they also brought him close to his father.

After all, it was the skulkins that worked at Darkly’s School for Bad Boys that told him (well in not so quiet whispers he happened to overhear) that they thought Lord Garmadon was looking at them when Lloyd peered at them with his red eyes. However, that’s where much the similarities ended, for no evil warlord was a short eight year old boy with a bowl-cut. However much he tried to imitate his father from the terrified rumors he heard of him, he always fell short. He couldn’t be an evil genius, or a merciless warrior, or a cruel warlord because he was too good, but what could they know? He was going to rule by his father’s side and they would bow before him someday.

“Muwahahahaha,” Lloyd laughs evilly.

‘Then, the other students and teachers would fear me for my power and respect me as my father’s son. They would stop calling me a monster, or else they would pay!’ Lloyd thinks practicing his evil laugh some more.

‘But then if I hurt others would I finally be a monster on the inside too if I did that?’ Lloyd thinks. ‘No, thinking of others is bad! That’s how I failed my Bad Ethics 101 class!’

‘Ugh, that’s not important, what’s important is delivering this letter, no message, to my dad.’

Lloyd scrambles down the hallway quickly trying to avoid the other students, lest he’ll be on the bad end of a vicious prank. Lloyd had burning questions, no missives, he needed answered! Missives he hoped would get answered on this letter:

Dear Lord Garmadon,

This is Lloyd Garmadon your son and future right hand man to your dark empire! I was just wondr wand thinking if I could skip school and come work with you now. Now I no I am only 8, but I have a lot of pott potanc potencial, and would love like to start working with you!

Oh and I have your red eyes! And fangs! Does your skin ever feel really itchy too? Like your um too big or is it too small? I don’t now but I think you get it, cause you now every thing.

But if you no every thing why didn't you ever come see me?

I’m sure whoever my mom is left me here so I could work with you when I gradate, but I want to start now and I am ready. I was left here at 3 so I had lots more time to learn and prak practa practice being evil than the others. So please please let me work with you!

Love From Lloyd Garmadon,

Son of the Super Evil Lord Garmadon

and Future Dark Ruler

Lloyd spent the whole day in the library perfecting his letter. He wanted it to be perfect. Thankfully, he knew how to read and spell somewhat well, but the teachers never thought learning how to read or write beyond the minimum was that important.

But Lloyd finished his letter, and it was finally ready to be delivered to his dad. He just hoped that his dad would answer, and even better if he could get out of this school and work with his father!

Lloyd clutched the letter carefully as if it was his most prized possession, and hurried to the mailroom. After all, even evil kids have parents and guardians and need a way of sending things to and from the school.

Notes:

The letter has grammar and spelling mistakes on purpose, but I felt it necessary to include, as I feel that Lloyd hasn’t had the most well-rounded education, not to mention that I sure didn’t spell too well when I was 8 either.

Needless to say, this letter does reach Garmadon, and he is furious with Misako. He will do whatever it takes to take care of his son since apparently no one else will!

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Chapter 2 of "All it Took to Stay Young was to Die" is officially out on Ao3!

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Bittersweet Blood

About:

What if Loki was Sally Jackson? Thus, Percy is born a half-blood of two gods from differing patheons. It's time Loki and Percy took the Marvel Universe by storm.

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Chapter 2, Part 5: The Sea Protects

Triton looked deep in thought as he calmed down and finally looked up, “I don’t think the child needs to forgo their Norse heritage. The Greek and Norse worlds are vastly different, and knowing about the Norse side of things shouldn’t increase the child’s danger like it will if they know about the Greek side. Because even Greek gods' scent increases with their awareness, and there are plenty of monsters and gods who would take advantage of a young god.”

Triton adds, “In fact it would probably be more beneficial for the child to know about their Norse side sooner, so they can practice their powers and will be more than prepared to fight monsters and survive. Of course, only when they are old enough to properly handle a weapon.”

Loki smiles in awe. He wants his child to know their Norse heritage, for it to not just be some dirty secret. Loki is glad. It feels much better to just hide parts of his child’s heritage, not forever, just until they can learn to properly defend themselves, and later to learn their Greek heritage when it’s time to tell them when it’s time to accept their destiny.

Poseidon grins widely, “And that means I can still train our child how to use a trident and how to command the ocean and strategize. I’ll just have to pretend to be an Asgardian.”

‘That I can still be in their life.’ went unsaid, but Loki and Amphitrite heard it loud and clear.

“How will we explain our names, though, and powers? We can’t even risk any hint of Greek into the child’s life to keep them the safest? And will the child live on the surface?” Triton asks.

“Well, I think that would be for the best. I do quite want to continue living on the surface even if it is lovely down here.” Loki responds.

Loki continues, “Also, I am very familiar with changing names and appearance. In fact I have a current mortal identity known as Sally Jackson, and she, I, am quite proud of how well I was able to adjust to Mid-” Loki cuts himself on, remembering what Poseidon said about calling Earth Midgard, and clears his throat, “Human culture.”

Then, Loki’s face goes white. He just admitted that he was female sometimes, and oh Norns, would they be disgusted with him?

Except all he sees when he looks toward Amphitrite and Triton all he sees is interest, and is that adoration from Amphitrite.

Loki shakes his head, he knew he was overthinking, but still that fear of being judged doesn’t just go away. Even when he’s been accepted and supported by Poseidon and his friend Malia. It’s still hard to tell others and not assume the worst.

“Hmm, can you help us with that dear?” Amphitrite asks sweetly, her voice like honey.

Loki nods his head eagerly and confesses, “Sure, though the most important thing is to find appearances and names that you are comfortable with and connect to, especially if you’ll be using them for an unknown time. For instance, though I picked the name Sally and later the mortal last name Jackson on a whim, I connect with the name, and Sally is who I am when I’m female. Though I did recently add the middle name Sylvie, since she was the first name I chose when I was younger, and I still wanted her to be part of my name.”

Loki looks away, embarrassed and still a little scared.

But Amphitrite grabs Loki’s hand and smiles, “That sounds lovely dear, and I would love to see her sometime.”

Loki smiles back, ‘see her’, not ‘meet her’. Amphitrite distinguished that Loki was still the same person as Sally, but just female.

“Alright! We’ll have to talk some more later. It’s getting quite late, and I’m sure Loki wants to go to sleep in his own bed.” Poseidon states.

And wow, Loki is feeling quite tired now that he thinks about it, and nods in agreement.

Before they turn to leave, Amphitrite grabs Loki’s hand and asks, “Can I hug you?”

Loki looks bewildered, “Yes, but why?”

Amphitrite gently hugs Loki, her large mer body dwarfing Loki’s small frame, but it felt so nice and comforting.

“I just thought you needed one.” Amphitrite answers.

“Thanks.” Loki whispers to her.

“Goodbye Amphitrite and Triton, it was wonderful meeting you too, and we’ll meet again sometime soon.” Loki waves to his new friends? Family? Family, Loki decides.

“Goodbye my Βασίλισσα (“Queen”), and πολύτιμος γιος (“precious son”), I’ll see you again soon.” Poseidon tells his family.

“Goodbye father, and goodbye Loki.” Triton says, his face, bright gold in embarrassment.

“Goodbye my love, and make sure to keep Loki safe.” Amphitrite warns. “And see you soon υπέροχο σμαράγδι (“lovely emerald”).” Amphitrite whispers just to Loki.

Loki's face heats up bright red, and Amphitrite just grins sharply back.

Then, Loki grabs Poseidon’s hand, and he flashes them into Loki’s cabin.

Loki smiles, glad to be around back home. Home, huh, that feels right. And not too long afterward makes his way to bed, and drags Poseidon along and whispers in his ear, “Thank you for everything.”

“Of course my love.” Poseidon whispers back, just before the curtains of night fall upon Loki and he falls asleep.

Notes:

And that's the end of chapter 2! Hope you all enjoyed this fic and crossover. The rest will be posted on ao3 eventually.

Also, some things will be changed and edited before I post to ao3, so if you do eventually read it on there, please keep that in mind.

One such change I already made is that Percy will only be partially aware of his Norse heritage at first, not that Sally/Loki is a god.

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Bittersweet Blood

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What if Loki was Sally Jackson? Thus, Percy is born a half-blood of two gods from differing patheons. It's time Loki and Percy took the Marvel Universe by storm.

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Chapter 2, Part 4: The Sea Protects

Amphitrite, after some comfortable silence, reaches out her green hand to hold Loki’s. Loki startled but held her hand back. Her hand was soft, and even though it was much bigger than his hand, their hands fit well together. Her hand was strong and deft like a skilled warrior and craftsperson, different from Loki’s delicate hands that were forced to train but would mostly craft magic and potions and turn book pages.

“I know our family is filled with tragedies, but I hope to get to know your child, know their life, in the short time I’ll have with them, if you’ll let me.” Amphitrite looks imploringly at Loki, her gorgeous blues starting at Loki's greens.

Loki smiles wetly, “I would like that too.”

Amphitrite smiles fully, her lips showing sharp pearly white teeth that look deadly and beautiful, “I would also like to get to know you too Loki, the one who is so beautiful and kind to have attracted my husband.” The queen says as she looks over Loki’s frame sultrily.

“Of course, only if you allowed me to.” Amphirtite added softly.

Loki blushed bright red. He noticed how beautiful Amphitrite was, from her deadly grace to her regal presence and adored how kind and understanding she has been, but Loki feels a bit overwhelmed right now to think about more romantic or sexual relationships with these beautiful gods.

Loki looks into those glittering blue eyes, “I would like to get to know you too, but as a friend for now. I’m just really overwhelmed right now.”

“I’d love that,” Amphitrite smiles softly and squeezes Loki’s hand assuringly. They sit in peaceful silence, which allows Loki to calm down and await Poseidon and Triton.

Then, Poseidon comes back with Triton, both having tear tracks down their faces, and they sit opposite Amphitrite and Loki.

“I want to be in the child’s life,” Triton states abruptly.

Loki is shocked for a second before he smiles warmly, “Of course. They’ll have to know their big brother after all.”

Triton eyes go large, before his grins, “I’ll be the best big brother there is.”

Amphitrite smiles and then gains a steely look, “Now we just have to discuss how to keep the baby safe.”

They all gain serious looks, and start to discuss what to do going forward.

“We need to keep the baby a secret. They'll be better protected with fewer gods knowing.” Amphirtite starts, and the rest of the gods nod in agreement.

“We’ll keep it in the family.” Triton nods.

And Loki feels his heart fill with love. He and his baby are family just like that?

However, that brings a question to Loki’s mind, “What about your other siblings?”

Poseidon and Amphitrite share a sad look, and Triton grimaces.

“Well, many of my children haven’t really visited in centuries, and some like Kympoleoia for millenia.” Poseidon answers sadly, his green eyes shining.

Oh, Loki thought. That’s… so sad.

Amphitrite nods along, her crabs claws on her brow clicking mourningly. “Yes, and even Rhodes and Benthesikyme who visit the most still hardly stay around.”

Triton sighs, “I think it’s best to keep it to us four for now, and maybe talk about introducing more of my siblings after the baby is born.”

“Speaking of the baby, do we have any clue of if they are going to be Greek or Norse god, or somehow both? And how will we raise the baby and keep them safe in each circumstance?” Amphitrite implored.

Loki looked down at their still flat midsection and sighed, “I have no clue. I’ve never had a child before, and I can’t remember reading about any children being born from inter-patheon mixing.”

Then, for some reason, Triton and Amphitrite look to Poseidon alarmed, and Poseidon grimaces.

“This is your first child, my star?” Poseidon asks gently.

Loki looks confused, his green eyes looking at Poseidon weirdly, “Yeah why?”

Poseidon clears his throat, “Well I thought that maybe you had other children like, um, Hel or Sleipnir right? And oh Styx, how old are you?!” Poseidon adds on panicking.

Loki looks at Poseidon in disgust, “I’m 1036 thank you very much. 536 years passed Asgardian adulthood thank you! Just because you Greeks have thousands of kids doesn't mean the rest of us gods do! And do you know how Sleipnir was conceived? And don’t answer that. I know you Greek gods have a weird thing for beastiality.”

Loki gags, “I’m sorry, but I am just not into that. Sure, I turned myself into a fair share of animals, but I will not, nor will ever have sex as one! And I have never even met a person named Hel, let alone fathered them. Hel is just the name of one of our afterlives!”

Poseidon’s and Amphitrite’s cheeks light up in embarrassment when Loki points out the Greek’s… habits.

Poseidon coughs, “Um yes, well, good to know.”

Triton rolls his eyes and looks at his parents in disgust, “Disgusting. I’m glad that all that sexual and romantic nonsense doesn’t affect me.”

Loki wishes he could nod his head in agreement after that conversation.

“Also I can’t believe you’re younger than me, but so are most if not all of my parents' lovers.” Triton adds on, his golden fins shuttering.

Loki makes a face of disgust, he doesn’t want to dwell on their age gap, they're immortals for Norns sake!

“Anyways, um, I believe that the baby will be a mix of Greek and Norse.” Poseidon inserts in, changing the topic of conversation back to what they started at. (Not at all because he was embarrassed. Of course not.)

Loki looks at Poseidon bewildered, “How could you possibly know that?”

“Well I saw it.” Poseidon simply says.

‘What?’ Loki thinks, and then repeats out loud, “What?”

Amphitrite huffs fondly, “I’ll explain, or we will be here all day.” Poseidon starts to protest but Amphitrite silences him with a glare. Poseidon huffs and crosses his muscled blue arms. (What? Loki’s free enjoy the view of his handsome sea god)

Amphitrite rolls her crystalline eyes and continues, “Poseidon used to hold the domain of prophecy before Apollo was born, and remnants of that domain still linger. So Poseidon likely saw a vision of your child.”

‘Oh, that makes sense,’ Loki nods his head to Amphitrite in thanks.

“What exactly was the vision, and when did you have it?” Loki asks Poseidon curiously.

Poseidon smiles fondly, his shark-like teeth glinting softly. ‘Gods, Poseidon is so hot!’ Loki gulps. Maybe he needs to rethink his stance of beastiality a bit, or at least the attraction with some animalish traits.

Poseidon's deep voice continues, obvious to Loki’s dirty thoughts, “It wasn’t super clear and the child’s face was blurry, but last night I saw a small child around 5 summers old run up to us saying ‘Daddy, Mommy, Mama, look!’ and they held up their hand which had a small cut on their palm, and instead of caring that they were bleeding, said, ‘Look my blood is all glittery? That means I’m a vampire, right?’”

“And our child had red and gold blood, but our child just smiled so bright and happily and said, ‘That means that I’ll be five years old forever right? I’ll be like Peter Pan and go on adventures and save the day!’ And then my vision ends.”

Loki smiles, tears in his eyes. His child is going to be precious! He can’t wait to meet them!

Amphitrite squeals in happiness, “This means the child will be a child for much longer than us Greek gods are. We age to adulthood very quickly and don’t really have childhoods. So this means I’ll be able to spoil them and play games with them, and oh do dress up!”

Triton rolls dark blue eyes fondly, “It will be quite nice to have an actual child around.” Triton fondly remembers playing with some mer children some time ago, how happy and pure they were.

“This also means that the child can pass as a demigod.” Poseidon has to add and the mood grows somber.

“No. Poseidon, please don’t be thinking what I think you’re thinking.” Amphitrite looks imploringly at Poseidon. Her bright blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Loki looks down, he has a feeling he knows exactly what Poseidon is talking about. Based on the prophecy about a half-blood that was assumed to be about a demigod, but is actually Loki’s unborn child and will be both Greek and Norse — a half-blood, who would determine the fate of Olympus. And one can’t just determine the fate of an entire patheon by having a peaceful childhood when the prophecy says “A half-blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen against all odds.” Which means that his child can’t stay hidden from their world forever.

Triton's dark eyes filled with rage, “We already know that prophecy demands that the child will die at sixteen, and now you’re saying that we should hide the child’s true heritage and powers and identity from them?! So they can play a demigod and just become one of the thousands of dead child soldiers for Olympus?!”

“Triton!” Poseidon yells, “The fates leave us no choice!” Poseidon can still feel the phantom chains on him, even now when prophecy has long since left to his nephew.

Poseidon looks away frustrated, the sea around them growing increasingly choppy with the sea gods’ emotions.

“Stop it!” Loki yells, his bright green eyes glowing, “This isn’t helping, and for now we just need to worry about keeping my baby alive for as long as possible, and if it means hiding their Greek and even Norse heritage from them until they have to immerse themselves in the Greek world and fight their monsters, then so be it!”

The ocean calmed down as Triton and Poseidon looked away guiltily.

Loki felt sick to their stomach. He was just like Odin. Seeing into the future and being a cold father and merciless to his children, giving them no choice for what they can like or dislike, to force them to be warriors for the “greater good.”

Amphitrite breathed in and squeezed Loki’s hand comfortably. And Loki closed his eyes and took a deep breath in to calm down.

Loki smiled appreciatively at Amphitrite.

Notes:

Loki definitely has the hots for Amphitrite, but wants to take it slow for now.

Also, as you can see, Loki does not know who Hel (or rather Hela is)... yet. Also, see the parallels in hidden heritage between Loki and Percy? One was done in foolish greed, and the other was for protection.

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