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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 19: Sand On My Feet Are The Worst

Imagine the largest concert crowd you've ever seen, a football field packed with a million fans. Now imagine a field a million times that big, packed with people, and imagine the electricity has gone out, and there is no noise, no light, no beach ball bouncing around over the crowd. Something tragic has happened backstage. Whispering masses of people are just milling around in the shadows, waiting for a concert that will never start.

If you can picture that, you have a pretty good idea what the Fields of Asphodel looked like. The black grass had been trampled by eons of dead feet. A warm, moist wind blew like the breath of a swamp. Black trees—Grover told me they were poplars—grew in clumps here and there.

The cavern ceiling was so high above us it might've been a bank of storm clouds, except for the stalactites, which glowed faint gray and looked wickedly pointed. I tried not to imagine they'd fall on us at any moment, but dotted around the fields were several that had fallen and impaled themselves in the black grass. I guess the dead didn't have to worry about little hazards like being speared by stalactites the size of booster rockets. Annabeth, Grover, Percy, and I tried to blend into the crowd, keeping an eye out for security ghouls. I couldn't help looking for familiar faces among the spirits of Asphodel, but the dead are hard to look at. Their faces shimmer. They all look slightly angry or confused. They will come up to you and speak, but their voices sound like chatter, like bats twittering. Once they realize you can't understand them, they frown and move away. The dead aren't scary. They're just sad.

Don't worry... Death isn't bad compared to life. We crept along, following the line of new arrivals that snaked from the main gates toward a black-tented pavilion with a banner that read: JUDGMENTS FOR ELYSIUM AND ETERNAL DAMNATION Welcome, Newly Deceased! Out the back of the tent came two much smaller lines. To the left, spirits flanked by security ghouls were marched down a rocky path toward the Fields of Punishment, which glowed and smoked in the distance, a vast, cracked wasteland with rivers of lava and minefields and miles of barbed wire separating the different torture areas. Even from far away, I could see people being chased by hellhounds, burned at the stake, forced to run naked through cactus patches or listen to opera music. I could just make out a tiny hill, with the ant-size figure of Sisyphus struggling to move his boulder to the top. And I saw worse tortures, too—things I don't want to describe. The line coming from the right side of the judgment pavilion was much better. This one led down toward a small valley surrounded by walls—a gated community, which seemed to be the only happy part of the Underworld. Beyond the security gate were neighborhoods of beautiful houses from every time period in history, Roman villas and medieval castles and Victorian mansions. Silver and gold flowers bloomed on the lawns. The grass rippled in rainbow colors. I could hear laughter and smell barbecue cooking. Elysium. In the middle of that valley was a glittering blue lake, with three small islands like a vacation resort in the Bahamas. The Isles of the Blest, for people who had chosen to be reborn three times, and three times achieved Elysium. Immediately I knew that's where I wanted to go when I died. If I die.

"I am so ready to die if that's where I'll go." "That's what it's all about," Annabeth said, "That's the place for heroes." But I thought of how few people there were in Elysium, how tiny it was compared to the Fields of Asphodel or even the Fields of Punishment. So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing. We left the judgment pavilion and moved deeper into the Asphodel Fields. It got darker. The colors faded from our clothes. The crowds of chattering spirits began to thin. After a few miles of walking, we began to hear a familiar screech in the distance. Looming on the horizon was a palace of glittering black obsidian. Above the parapets swirled three dark bat like creatures: the Furies. I got the feeling they were waiting for us. "I suppose it's too late to turn back," Percy said wistfully. "We'll be okay." I smiled. "Maybe we should search some of the other places first," Grover suggested. "Like, Elysium, for instance..." "Come on, goat boy." Annabeth grabbed his arm. Grover yelped. His sneakers sprouted wings and his legs shot forward, pulling him away from Annabeth. He landed flat on his back in the grass. "Grover," Annabeth chided. "Stop messing around." "But I didn't—" He yelped again. His shoes were flapping like crazy now. They levitated off the ground and started dragging him away from us. "Maia!" he yelled, but the magic word seemed to have no effect. "Maia, already! Nine-one-one! Help!" I got over being stunned and made a grab for Grover's hand, but too late. He was picking up speed, skidding downhill like a bobsled. We ran after him. Annabeth shouted, "Untie the shoes!" It was a smart idea, but I guess it's not so easy when your shoes are pulling you along feetfirst at full speed. Grover tried to sit up, but he couldn't get close to the laces. We kept after him, trying to keep him in sight as he ripped between the legs of spirits who chattered at him in annoyance. I was sure Grover was going to barrel straight through the gates of Hades's palace, but his shoes veered sharply to the right and dragged him in the opposite direction. The slope got steeper. Grover picked up speed. Annabeth, Percy and I had to sprint to keep up. The cavern walls narrowed on either side, and I realized we'd entered some kind of side tunnel. No black grass or trees now, just rock underfoot, and the dim light of the stalactites above. "Grover!" Percy yelled, my voice echoing. "Hold on to something!" "What?" he yelled back. He was grabbing at gravel, but there was nothing big enough to slow him down. The tunnel got darker and colder. The hairs on my arms bristled. It smelled evil down here. It made me think of things I shouldn't even know about—blood spilled on an ancient stone altar, the foul breath of a murderer. Percy saw what was ahead of us, and he stopped dead in my tracks. The tunnel widened into a huge dark cavern, and in the middle was a chasm the size of a city block. Grover was sliding straight toward the edge. "Come on, Percy!" I yelled, tugging at his wrist. "But that's—" "I know!" Annabeth shouted. "The place you described in your dream! But Grover's going to fall if we don't catch him." She was right, of course. Grover's predicament got me moving again. He was yelling, clawing at the ground, but the winged shoes kept dragging him toward the pit, and it didn't look like we could possibly get to him in time. What saved him were his hooves. The flying sneakers had always been a loose fit on him, and finally Grover hit a big rock and the left shoe came flying off. It sped into the darkness, down into the chasm. The right shoe kept tugging him along, but not as fast. Grover was able to slow himself down by grabbing on to the big rock and using it like an anchor. He was ten feet from the edge of the pit when we caught him and hauled him back up the slope. The other winged shoe tugged itself off, circled around us angrily and kicked our heads in protest before flying off into the chasm to join its twin. We all collapsed, exhausted, on the obsidian gravel.

"Are you okay?" Grover was scratched up pretty bad. His hands were bleeding. His eyes had gone slit-pupiled, goat style, the way they did whenever he was terrified. "I don't know how..." he panted. "I didn't..." "Wait," I said. "Listen." I heard something—a deep whisper in the darkness. Another few seconds, and Annabeth said, "Y/N, this place—" "Shh." I stood. The sound was getting louder, a muttering, evil voice from far, far below us. Coming from the pit. Grover sat up. "Wh—what's that noise?" Annabeth heard it too, now. I could see it in her eyes. "Tartarus. The entrance to Tartarus."

I turned to Percy, he uncapped Riptide. The bronze sword expanded, gleaming in the darkness, and the evil voice seemed to falter, just for a moment, before resuming its chant. I could almost make out words now, ancient, ancient words, older even than Greek. As if... "Magic," I said. "We have to get out of here," Annabeth said. Annabeth and I dragged Grover to his hooves and started back up the tunnel. Percy was lagging behind us. The voice got louder and angrier behind us, and we broke into a run. Not a moment too soon. A cold blast of wind pulled at our backs, as if the entire pit were inhaling. For a terrifying moment, Percy lost ground, I luckily got a hold of him. If we'd been any closer to the edge, we would've been sucked in. We kept struggling forward, and finally reached the top of the tunnel, where the cavern widened out into the Fields of Asphodel. The wind died. A wail of outrage echoed from deep in the tunnel. Something was not happy we'd gotten away. "What was that?" Grover panted, when we'd collapsed in the relative safety of a black poplar grove. "One of Hades's pets?"

No... We all know what's down there. Annabeth and Percy looked at each other. I could tell they knew what's down there. Percy capped his sword, put the pen back in jis pocket. "Let's keep going."

I looked at Grover. "Can you walk?" He swallowed. "Yeah, sure. I never liked those shoes, anyway." He tried to sound brave about it, but he was trembling as badly as Annabeth and I were. Whatever was in that pit was nobody's pet. It was unspeakably old and powerful. Even Echidna hadn't given me that feeling. I was almost relieved to turn my back on that tunnel and head toward the palace of Hades. Almost. The Furies circled the parapets, high in the gloom. The outer walls of the fortress glittered black, and the two-story-tall bronze gates stood wide open. Up close, I saw that the engravings on the gates were scenes of death. Some were from modern times—an atomic bomb exploding over a city, a trench filled with gas mask-wearing soldiers, a line of African famine victims waiting with empty bowls—but all of them looked as if they'd been etched into the bronze thousands of years ago. I wondered if I was looking at prophecies that had come true. Inside the courtyard was the strangest garden I'd ever seen. Multicolored mushrooms, poisonous shrubs, and weird luminous plants grew without sunlight. Precious jewels made up for the lack of flowers, piles of rubies as big as my fist, clumps of raw diamonds. Standing here and there like frozen party guests were Medusa's garden statues— petrified children, satyrs, and centaurs—all smiling grotesquely. In the center of the garden was an orchard of pomegranate trees, their orange blooms neon bright in the dark. "The garden of Persephone," Annabeth said. "Keep walking." I understood why she wanted to move on. The tart smell of those pomegranates was almost overwhelming. I had a sudden desire to eat them, but then I remembered the story of Persephone. One bite of Underworld food, and we would never be able to leave. I pulled Grover away to keep him from picking a big juicy one. We walked up the steps of the palace, between black columns, through a black marble portico, and into the house of Hades. The entry hall had a polished bronze floor, which seemed to boil in the reflected torchlight. There was no ceiling, just the cavern roof, far above. I guess they never had to worry about rain down here. Every side doorway was guarded by a skeleton in military gear. Some wore Greek armor, some British redcoat uniforms, some camouflage with tattered American flags on the shoulders. They carried spears or muskets or M-16s. None of them bothered us, but their hollow eye sockets followed us as we walked down the hall, toward the big set of doors at the opposite end.

Two U.S. Marine skeletons guarded the doors. They grinned down at us, rocket-propelled grenade launchers held across their chests. "You know," Grover mumbled, "I bet Hades doesn't have trouble with door-to-door salesmen." "Well, guys," I said. "I suppose we should ... knock?" A hot wind blew down the corridor, and the doors swung open. The guards stepped aside. "I guess that means entrez-vous," Annabeth said.

A god we shall meet. But this one's different. The room inside looked just like in my dream, except this time the throne of Hades was occupied. He was the third god I'd met, but the first who really struck me as godlike. He was at least ten feet tall, for one thing, and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. His skin was albino white, his hair shoulder-length and jet black. He wasn't bulked up like Ares, but he radiated power. He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther. I immediately felt like he should be giving the orders. He knew more than I did. He should be my master. Then I told myself to snap out of it. Hades's aura was affecting me, just as Ares's had. The Lord of the Dead resembled pictures I'd seen of Adolph Hitler, or Napoleon, or the terrorist leaders who direct suicide bombers. Hades had the same intense eyes, the same kind of mesmerizing, evil charisma. "You are brave to come here, Son of Poseidon," he said in an oily voice. "After what you have done to me, very brave indeed. Or perhaps you are simply very foolish."

I fought the feeling to step forward.

Percy knew what to say, he had to be the one to talk... "Lord and Uncle, I come with two requests."

Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment were stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades's underwear? "Only two requests?" Hades said. "Arrogant child. As if you have not already taken enough. Speak, then. It amuses me not to strike you dead yet." I glanced at the empty, smaller throne next to Hades's. It was shaped like a black flower, gilded with gold. I wished Queen Persephone were here. I recalled something in the myths about how she could calm her husband's moods. But it was summer. Of course, Persephone would be above in the world of light with her mother, the goddess of agriculture, Demeter. Her visits, not the tilt of the planet, create the seasons. Annabeth cleared her throat. Her finger prodded Percy in the back. "Lord Hades," Percy said. "Look, sir, there can't be a war among the gods. It would be... bad." "Really bad," Grover added helpfully. "Return Zeus's master bolt to me," Percy said. "Please, sir. Let me carry it to Olympus." Hades's eyes grew dangerously bright. "You dare keep up this pretense, after what you have done?" Percy glanced back to us. "Um... Uncle," He said. "You keep saying 'after what you've done.' What exactly have I done?" The throne room shook with a tremor so strong, they probably felt it upstairs in Los Angeles. Debris fell from the cavern ceiling. Doors burst open all along the walls, and skeletal warriors marched in, hundreds of them, from every time period and nation in Western civilization. They lined the perimeter of the room, blocking the exits. Hades bellowed, "Do you think I want war, godling?" "Well, these guys don't look like peace activists." I accidentally slipped.

The three of them looked at me in surprise. Hades glared at me.

"The unclaimed." He scoffed. "You are as foolish as every Gods had said."

I wanted to say more but Annabeth had grabbed me and forced me to bow.

"U-Uhm... Y-You are the Lord of the Dead," Percy said carefully. "A war would expand your kingdom, right?" "A typical thing for my brothers to say! Do you think I need more subjects? Did you not see the sprawl of the Asphodel Fields?" "Well..." "Have you any idea how much my kingdom has swollen in this past century alone, how many subdivisions I've had to open?" Hades was on a roll now. Go Hades. "More security ghouls," he moaned. "Traffic problems at the judgment pavilion. Double overtime for the staff. I used to be a rich god, Percy Jackson. I control all the precious metals under the earth. But my expenses!" "Charon wants a pay raise," I smirked. "Don't get me started on Charon!" Hades yelled. "He's been impossible ever since he discovered Italian suits! Problems everywhere, and I've got to handle all of them personally. The commute time alone from the palace to the gates is enough to drive me insane! And the dead just keep arriving. No, godling. I need no help getting subjects! I did not ask for this war." "But you took Zeus's master bolt." "Lies!" More rumbling. Hades rose from his throne, towering to the height of a football goalpost. "Your father may fool Zeus, boy, but I am not so stupid. I see his plan." "His plan?" "You were the thief on the winter solstice," he said. "Your father thought to keep you his little secret. He directed you into the throne room on Olympus, You took the master bolt and my helm. Had I not sent my Fury to discover you at Yancy Academy, Poseidon might have succeeded in hiding his scheme to start a war. But now you have been forced into the open. You will be exposed as Poseidon's thief, and I will have my helm back!" "But...." Annabeth spoke. I could tell her mind was going a million miles an hour. "Lord Hades, your helm of darkness is missing, too?" "Do not play innocent with me, girl. You and the satyr have been helping this hero—coming here to threaten me in Poseidon's name, no doubt—to bring me an ultimatum. Does Poseidon think I can be blackmailed into supporting him?" "No!" Percy said. "Poseidon didn't—I didn't—" "I have said nothing of the helm's disappearance," Hades snarled, "because I had no illusions that anyone on Olympus would offer me the slightest justice, the slightest help. I can ill afford for word to get out that my most powerful weapon of fear is missing. So I searched for you myself, and when it was clear you were coming to me to deliver your threat, I did not try to stop you." "You didn't try to stop us? But—" "Return my helm now, or I will stop death," Hades threatened. "That is my counterproposal. I will open the earth and have the dead pour back into the world. I will make your lands a nightmare. And you, Percy Jackson—your skeleton will lead my army out of Hades."

The skeletal soldiers all took one step forward, making their weapons ready.

At that point, I probably should have been terrified. The strange thing was, I felt offended. Nothing gets me angrier than being accused of something I didn't do. I've had a lot of experience with that. "You're as bad as Zeus and Poseidon," I said. "You think Percy stole from you? That's why you sent the Furies after us?" "Of course," Hades said. "And the other monsters?" Hades curled his lip. "I had nothing to do with them. I wanted no quick death for you—I wanted you brought before me alive so you might face every torture in the Fields of Punishment. Why do you think I let you enter my kingdom so easily?" "Easily?" I scoffed. "You are the worse! My gods! I hate all of you!" I was gripping my hair laughing like a maniac.

Annabeth was about to grab me when I shrugged her and walked forward which alerted everyone.

"Wat---"

"Wait up, I let you go on a roll dead guy. My turn." I hissed staring at him right in the eye.

We are going to talk.

I had no idea why but no one moved, Hades looked at me curiously then to my friends who are either scared of Hades's upcoming wrath or mine.

"Do carry on."

"Listen here big guy." Pointing my finger at him, "You. Are. Mean. Are all gods stupid and mean?! I can't get close to water since I was a kid because there's an idiot who hates me! And here I am trying to help him get something! And he hadn't even bothered to keep his hate for me until this stupid quest is over!!" I panted.

"Y/---"

"Not yet goat boy!" I pointed at what ever was above us. "and that stuck up, up there who thinks he's all high and mighty? Does he have to cause a war?! Can't he just get down from his high throne none of this would happen if he wasn't all high and mighty when all he could do is take a child's parents because they cheated on sims!"

"I don---"

"And you Mr. Emo! You've had Mrs. Dodds on Percy! What made you think he's have your stupid helmet?! When did he get it? During his potty time?! Did his father Amazon that thing to him or something?! We. Don't. Have. Anything! Grover doesn't even have shoes!! What made you think we'd have the luxury of carrying the bolt and helm but not extra shoes for the goat?!"

"Y/N!" Percy yelled.

"What?!"

"If you're done with your point calm down... I don't think Lord Hades would be kind enough to entertain you anymore..." Annabeth whispered.

"I am almost done." I took a deep breath. And walked closer to actually be able to touch him, the three behind me caught their breath. "... My parents... are M/N and F/N L/N. I am Y/N L/N. I don't care which all mighty it is. I am not unclaimed. I will get them back. I will save them. And I will come back here and get on with you again if I have to just to save them. Because they're my parents, I have no other." I then gave him a smile which was a total turn of my emotions, "And kill me now if you will. Just know, I'll be here in your kingdom forever which ever part and I will be taking it as a compliment of how much you enjoy my company."

He was much larger than I was so all I could do there was shove whatever I could, then walked back to Percy.

They all looked at Hades, he was going to kill us. That was one thing everyone agreed on.

Nine. I chose that prophecy. You are aware of my prophecy. You are aware of who our parents are after all.

"Y/N L/N, daughter of L/N. It's foolish of you to talk to me like that. You best be careful of how you talk to Gods. Others won't hesitate killing you."

The other three were stunned. Looking between me and Hades. "Whoa, wait a minute. You won't kill me? Are you saying it was cool I talked to you like that? "

"I will not kill you." Hades emphasized on the word 'you' and looked at Percy, Grover and Annabeth. "And I may spare your friends, if you return what is mine." "We don't have it." Pointing at Percy, "Open your pack, then." A horrible feeling struck me.

Percy slung it off his shoulder and unzipped it. Inside was a two-foot-long metal cylinder, spiked on both ends, humming with energy. "Percy," Annabeth said. "How—" "I—I don't know. I don't understand." "You heroes are always the same," Hades said. "Your pride makes you foolish, thinking you could bring such a weapon before me. I did not ask for Zeus's master bolt, but since it is here, you will yield it to me. I am sure it will make an excellent bargaining tool. And now... my helm. Where is it?" I was speechless. I knew Percy had no helm. I had no idea how the master bolt had gotten into his backpack. I wanted to think Hades was pulling some kind of trick.

I realized we've been played with. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades had been set at each other's throats by someone else. The master bolt had been in the backpack, and I'd gotten the backpack from... "Hades bro, wait," I said. "This is all a mistake."

"Bro?" Percy looked at me. "A mistake?" Hades roared. The skeletons aimed their weapons. From high above, there was a fluttering of leathery wings, and the three Furies swooped down to perch on the back of their master's throne. Mrs. Rudolph grinned at Percy eagerly and flicked her whip. "There is no mistake," Hades said. "I know why you have come—I know the real reason you brought the bolt. You came to bargain for her." Hades loosed a ball of gold fire from his palm. It exploded on the steps in front of me, and there was Mrs. Jackson, frozen in a shower of gold, just as she was at the moment when the Minotaur began to squeeze her to death. I couldn't speak. Percy reached out to touch her, but the light was as hot as a bonfire. "Yes," Hades said with satisfaction. "I took her. I knew, Percy Jackson, that you would come to bargain with me eventually. Return my helm, and perhaps I will let her go. She is not dead, you know. Not yet. But if you displease me, that will change." "Ah, the pearls," Hades said, and my blood froze. I turned to see Percy with his hands in his pocket. "Yes, my brother and his little tricks. Bring them forth, Percy Jackson." Percy brought out the pearls. "Only four," Hades said. "What a shame. You do realize each only protects a single person. Try to take your mother, then, little godling. And which of your friends will you leave behind to spend eternity with me? Go on. Choose. Or give me the backpack and accept my terms." Percy looked at Me, Annabeth and Grover. Their faces were grim. "We were tricked," Percy told them. "Set up." "Yes, but why?" Annabeth asked. "And the voice in the pit—" "I don't know yet," Percy said. "But I intend to ask." "Decide, boy!" Hades yelled. "Percy." Grover put his hand on his shoulder. "You can't give him the bolt," "I know that." "Leave me here," he said. "Use the third pearl on your mom."

"No!" "I'm a satyr," Grover said. "We don't have souls like humans do. He can torture me until I die, but he won't get me forever. I'll just be reincarnated as a flower or something. It's the best way." "No." Annabeth drew her bronze knife. "You two go on. Grover, you have to protect Percy. You have to get your searcher's license and start your quest for Pan. Get his mom out of here. I'll cover you. I plan to go down fighting." "No way," Grover said. "I'm staying behind." "Think again, goat boy," Annabeth said.

"I'll stay. I low-key wanna be bros with Hades right now honestly. I also high-key don't want to meet the two sticks up there." "Stop it, I know what to do," Percy said. "Take these." He handed us each a pearl. Annabeth said, "But, Percy..." He turned and faced his mother. I desperately wanted to sacrifice myself and use the last pearl on her, but I knew what she wouldn’t like that. She would never allow it. We had to get the bolt back to Olympus and tell Zeus the truth. We had to stop the war. She would never forgive us if we saved her instead. I thought about the prophecy made at Half-Blood Hill, what seemed like a million years ago, the one Percy shared.

You will fail to save what matters most in the end. "I'm sorry," He told her. "I'll be back. I'll find a way." The smug look on Hades's face faded. He said, "Godling... ?" "I'll find your helm, Uncle," Percy told him. "I'll return it. Remember about Charon's pay raise." "Do not defy me—" "And it wouldn't hurt to play with Cerberus once in a while. He likes red rubber balls." "Percy Jackson, you will not—" He shouted, "Now, guys!" We smashed the pearls at our feet. For a scary moment, nothing happened. Hades yelled, "Destroy them!" The army of skeletons rushed forward, swords out, guns clicking to full automatic. The Furies lunged, their whips bursting into flame. Just as the skeletons opened fire, the pearl fragments at their feet exploded with a burst of green light and a gust of fresh sea wind. They were encased in a milky white sphere, which was starting to float off the ground.

"Y/N?" Percy looked at me in shock. Annabeth and Grover were right behind him.

At my feet were dry sand. My eyes widened.

"NO! Y/N!!"

Mrs. Rudolph pulled me close to her as spears and bullets sparked harmlessly off the pearl bubbles while they floated up. Hades yelled with such rage, the entire fortress shook and I knew it was not going to be a peaceful night in L.A. I could still see Percy and Annabeth trying to break the bubble. But sure enough, they were racing right toward the stalactites, which I figured would pop their bubbles like the two wanted. Then they vanished. I fell on my knees tears filling my eyes.

"D-Did Poseidon just leave me here in hopes you'll kill me...?" I managed to say. Tears were pilling up my eyes.

"Sweetie..." I heard Mrs. Rudolph say. She was back to her soft demeanor, the one she had back then.

"Does he hate me this much? After all I've done to help with this quest? Drowning me wasn't enough?" Tears were now flowing. "Taking my parents and torturing them wasn't enough?"

I curled up my knees and sobs escaped my mouth.

"Y/N..." I heard a familiar voice. I looked up to see Mrs. Jackson.

I gasped and turned to Hades who looked at me with a frown. "You are in luck, I don't wish to kill you. Converse with one another to comfort yourself, I will not provide you of such."

I weak laugh escaped from me, "So, you're a softie huh Hades?"

The ground cracked beneath me but I didn't fall. "Don't make me regret my choices child."

Mrs. Jackson smiled at Hades and gave me a hug. Then as if things couldn't get better, I heard a bark.

"D/N!!" At Hades's foot he sat, a skeleton was holding his leash. "You have him!! You are so my favorite."

Hades signaled the skeleton to free D/N who immediately ran to me.

Our parents had already decided on our parent.

"Yeah." Mrs. Jackson said.

"What?"

"Your parents will tell you who your god parent is." Mrs. Jackson said.

"Don't you guys know?"

"We do." Mrs. Jackson gave a look at Hades who rolled his eyes.

"Only Hades is the parent I want right now. But I don't like the idea of my mom and Hades together."

"I do not wish to have you as a child."

"Go away, I am the best daughter. You'd be honored to have me."

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I used to be on tumblr but I gave it up and I'm afraid to log back in but i'm DESPERATE to know what was up with Vax and Percy (and Percy's backstory) from TSAR - also I binged it all in one night, and you'll get a review on ao3 in a bit - it may be 4:30 in the morning here, and one of my contacts fell out while I was reading because eyestrain oops. Just please, I'm so desperate to know!

first of all, I hope you got a nice, long sleep after reading!! It doesn’t matter how many times I hear someone say it; it humbles me to this day that my fic can be the kind that people wanna read straight through without stop. 🥺💜☀️

also, thank you so much for leaving a comment, which I shall reply to asap, because I was literally lamenting just the other day that I was sitting pretty at 398 comments and all I needed was one (1) more comment - to which I could reply - and I could have a nice even 400. thank you for making my dreams come true!

now, onto your question...I always say that eventually I’m going to get around to writing out the story of Perc’ahlia and Vax in TSAR ‘verse. I do have a prequel of sorts to TSAR planned that is the story of Perc’ahlia, but...I’m gonna be completely honest, I don’t see it being written in the next decade. so, while I usually answer this question with a general overview, I’ve decided to go a little more in-depth and I’m gonna try to lay out the whole story of Perc’ahlia in TSAR as concisely as I can...

TL;DR (in case you don’t wanna read the bullet point novel i’m about to write): Vex’s story of finding Percy in the woods is the truth. She found him in the woods while on fire watch. Percy, by all legal means, is a man that died years ago. Vax, being a reasonable brother, does not trust that shit. I originally planned for Pike to find this out in chapter 16 during her convo with Vax with Vax again mentioning how he does not truly trust Percy but knows he has to respect Vex’s decisions. Pike, unable to control her curiosity, weasels the story out of him. but, in the end, taking their convo in that direction didn’t feel right for the story, so I took it out.

and, now, the main course!

Vax and Vex left home as soon as they finished high school and began traveling together across the country. Vax loved traveling, and Vex went along with it. She wanted to go where Vax went but, deep down, she longed to settle somewhere. As the years went on, it became clear that Vax did not share that want. Eventually, that divide in their wants for the future led to an argument and a falling out between the siblings.

This is when Vex took up the fire watch position in the mountains near Westruun. She figured it would be good - to be off the grid so she could really think and consider what she wanted - and, selfishly, it was nice to finally be on her own for once in her life. With her, she took her newly found lifelong companion, a Newfoundland puppy named Trinket.

About two weeks into her fire watch, while making her way back to her post at sunset, Vex stumbled upon a man who appeared to have been lost in the woods and mountains for some time. However, as she reached for her comms, the man stopped her and begged for her to not turn him in. He only asked for a place to rest for the night. Swayed by his pleas, Vex agreed, and that night he slept on the balcony of her post while she lay awake all night in fear that he might reveal himself to be some wild woods murderer. He didn’t and, in the morning, he accepted the breakfast that Vex offered and then disappeared back into the woods.

Over the next month, Vex would continue to run into Percy or traces of him. They began to build a rapport. Vex would leave him food and clothes and other supplies. Percy, in turn, offered connection, a human touch point in a vast wilderness, that Vex found she needed as she struggled with missing her brother but accepting that she needed to sever her dependence on him if she wanted to grow on her own.

Eventually, Vex invited Percy to just stay at her post with her. He refused at first but, slowly, over days and days, he came by everyday until he just never left again.

For the rest of the summer, they grow together and closer. Percy comes out his shell more and more. Vex discovers who she is in the woods and the fiery sunsets and muggy summer nights. Vex definitely has at least one more moment where she’s like,”holy shit what am I doing? this man could turn on a heel at any moment and murder me” but, as she reaches for her walkie to call hq, she finds she just can’t do it.

and eventually, she does get the story from Percy: He’s a ghost, a dead man walking. Legally dead, that is. See, there was a horrible tragedy some years back, the de Rolo family of Whitestone Enterprises - the Mr. and Mrs. and their seven children - all died in a house fire. Well, all seven children as far as the news knows, but Percy claims to be the third child and says that it was not a tragic accident but a murder instead. He has been on the run ever since.

When the summer ends, Vex tells Percy that she plans to move to Westruun and start her new life. Percy asks, if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother, if he might go where she goes. He’s tired of running. Maybe it’s time to live again. Maybe it’s time to see what comes next.

Now, imagine this story from Vax’s side, he has an argument with his sister. She leaves to go off into the woods for a whole summer and, when she comes back, she comes back with some random guy that she found out in the woods. Vex tells him that he can trust Percy, but...Come on! That’s sketchy as hell!

It gets even sketchier when Vex asks him if he still has contact with people who can get fake documents and IDs. He knows they were teenage runaways, but -- damn, he’s an antiquer now!!

He does get the full story eventually. Not that it helps Percy’s case. and Vax spends years, up through TSAR as you know, not sure of Percy’s intentions and never fully trusting him.

there is more to the story! I am planning to reveal a bit about it in the TSAR sequels, whenever I get around to them, but I hope this was enough to satiate your curiosity for now 💖

#ask #anon #The Sun Always Rises #thanks again for stopping by!!#thank you so much for reading my story!!#and thanks for giving me the opportunity to word dump about the perc'ahlia side of the 'verse 😙✌️#Anonymous

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Percy

Percy was the most intense member removal I think. He was a bit more stubborn in trying to make believe in the otherworld and he says he never believed, but I remember how into it he was. Seth had been friends with him for a long long time before I ever met him. He had a tragic story, he was adopted and horribly abused by his birth parents. His adoptive parents weren't much better.

Sometimes he would come to school with bruises and marks from where his adoptive parents had hurt him. He always had a new horror story when we saw him. Seth I think mostly pitied him and wanted to be his savior or something like that. He talked negatively about him usually, saying he may have been abused but he was spoiled, stupid, and unreasonable.

He was a siren king in the otherworld. I don't remember what his name was over there, he wasn't too involved with his body. He was still being taught about everything and it was slow going. He was harder to manipulate in the way they wanted.

I once made a mistake. Percy said he did not resonate with being a siren, but instead felt like a star being. I told him that sometimes Seth and Rye were wrong and that it could be true. The otherworld was mostly gut feelings, after all. Apparently this was the wrong thing to do.

Seth and Rye told me that my siblings had been taken by the sirens because my actions were severe enough for Percy to become disconnected from his body. Apparently, denying your kin could cause you to lose connection to your body.

I had to set Percy straight for them to let my siblings go. Seth and Rye did a lot of negotiating to make sure they were okay. The whole situation was deeply stressful. I certainly got told off for telling Percy that they could have been wrong.

Percy and I grew pretty close. We talked often and became pretty inseparable. I started spending more time with him than I did Seth and Rye. We became very physically affectionate and often held hands in the hallways. We kissed occasionally and after school we would spend hours in his car listening to music. We bonded over shared trauma and over our experiences with being friends with Seth for a long time.

On his birthday, Seth, Rye, and I stayed at his house for the party. Seth and Rye said that the area was filled with sirens who were celebrating the birthday of their king, so I needed to stay inside where it was safe. I remember Percy got sick, so I sat with him while the others did something else in another room.

Seth grew angry that I was growing closer with Percy. He made snide remarks about how close we had become. He was jealous and irritated that I was becoming closer with Percy than I was with him. He never said this outright, but it was clear from his snide and sarcastic behavior. He made a vague Tumblr post about how he couldn't believe my behavior.

The first step in getting rid of Percy was of course severing the bond we had. I got a text from Seth that said I needed to call him immediately. I was at my grandmother's house. I had to step away as Seth told me it was not something that could wait.

When I called him, he told me that I needed to sever ties with Percy immediately. He told me that both he and Rye had a vision that showed me and Percy in an abusive relationship. He told me that Percy would emotionally and physically abuse me. He told me that Percy would end up using knives on me, gaslight me, and wear me down until I commit suicide, which he described in uncomfortable detail.

He told me I needed to get away now, as the abuse was already starting. He told me Percy was speaking badly about me to others and had begun spreading rumors about me. Seth told me that if I didn't want to be hurt worse than Darren hurt me then I needed to get away now. Especially because Percy and I were somewhat romantic and I was essentially cheating on my soulmate.

I was shaken by this and deeply afraid. I was told to ignore any of Percy's messages and to essentially ghost him. Seth came with me to tell him that we couldn't be friends anymore. This was shocking for Percy and he was rightfully upset and angry. We stopped speaking and Seth made a point to keep an eye on me after everything.

Despite this, he wasn't gone just yet. The worst of this happened at Percy's own graduation. We congratulated him and I gave him a hug. That night, Rye said there was an emergency, so we all joined a group call.

This night is a bit of a blur. I remember Rye said that Percy had left something dangerous in my aura when we hugged. Rye took care to remove it before it caused any damage. Apparently in the otherworld, Percy had woken up and declared war. He said that Rye and Seth had stolen me from him and wanted revenge.

Percy had taken Rye in the otherworld and was assaulting his body. I remember Rye reacting violently over the phone and acting like he wasn't able to speak from the pain and torture he was undergoing. War had broken out and Seth gave me instructions on what to do. I remember him telling me my siblings had been taken and in the otherworld and in my rage I apparently took control and led an attack on the sirens.

I don't know how many hours we spent like this, with Rye screaming in pain over the phone and Seth panicking, telling me what to do. Rye begged us for help and eventually we did get ahold of Percy's body. Seth left it up to me to tear him apart. He told me what he wanted me to do to him. I remember vaguely that they had to confront the God that the siren kingdom worshiped in order to keep Percy from reincarnating.

After it was over, Rye was in tears. Seth was shaky and my mind had gone blank. Percy had been killed over there and the war was over since the siren kingdom no longer had a king, or a God for that matter. Seth apparently had an episode where he couldn't speak afterwards because he was so traumatized by the event. Rye was sobbing over what Percy had done to him while he was still alive. I felt numb and empty.

The morning after it was over Seth sent Percy cryptic messages over text, asking him where his God was now. Percy was reasonably confused. According to Seth and Rye he knew exactly what had happened in the otherworld, but he clearly did not. After Seth texted him for the last time that was the end of it.

The rumors that were spread about Percy were the basics. He was abusive, manipulative, and selfish. He had abused me, according to them. I did get to see Percy again years later. We had lunch together and I apologized for everything that happened. I told him it wasn't his fault. He forgave me, however we didn't see each other again after that. I hope that day provided him with some closure.

#percy #entry thirty-three

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mythicalmythology · 5 years

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Country Nights pt.1

Summary: Summer spent in Tennessee is hell when you’re in love with two people at once

Fandom: PJO/Percy Jackson; AU universe where there are no gods, monsters, etc.

Characters: Kristen Jackson, Nick di Angelo , Daniel Grey (OCS)

Pairing: OTP3- Nick/Kristen/Daniel

Rating: M; NSFW, swearing

Word count: 2035

AO3: here

It’s a humid night again, the same as last night and the night before. The big oak trees rustle in the light summer breeze and there’s the slight crackle of electricity in power lines that stood a few hundred yards away. There’s not a cloud up in the starry night sky and moon shines brightly on the earth below. It’s a beautiful sight all around, everything is absolutely stunning right now in this moment.

But nothing compared to the man in front of Nick.

There’s his tousled golden brown locks that are tucked into a bun yet left a few strands here and there out of place. It’s his ruggedly handsome face that up close you can see the stubble starting to come in, the strong jawline he had and even just the scar that was faded across his left eye added just left Nick’s heart swooning. Daniel Grey was a man that Nick would gladly do anything and everything for if it meant to see him smile. Their relationship grew and change over the many years they knew each other, they settled into an mutual respect and fondness for one another. Though he wished it didn’t have to be that way, he wanted more, he craved more. It had taken him far too long to admit his feeling to Kristen and now he struggled with Daniel too. It’s hard being in love with your long time childhood best friend and her boyfriend.

“Hey! Hello earth to Nick! You listenin’ to me there?” Nick blinks a few times as a hand is waved in his face. He’s brought back to reality and remembered that him and Daniel had been sitting out back on the old tree swing under the large oak tree. Daniel had said the swing had been here since before he was born.

“Oh sorry did you… ummm what were we talking about?” Nick stammered as he sat straight up, realizing he had been leaning up against the younger male, Hell he practically had his legs over the poor boy— though he didn’t seem to mind— all that was left was climbing on top of him and make out with him while they’re at it.

Definitely wish I was right about now, Nick thought to himself.

Daniel laughed, it was the most god damn beautiful thing he’d ever heard. It was so deep and full of joy and comfort. He even had dimples show up too when he was laughing too hard. “Boy I swear your memory is worse than my grandmas and she ain’t even that old! I asked ya if you was wanting to head on in yet. Getting mighty dark out, darlin.”

Oh fuck, Nick thought as his heart skipped a beat at being called “darlin”. It made his cheeks turn red and stomach feel like it had knots. He wondered if that was just a slip up or not…

He sighed as he turned away from him and stared off into horizon. Nothing but the farmland that belonged to Daniel’s grandmother and had been in the family for over hundreds of years. He shook his head no, he didn’t want their time to end. He didn’t want their alone time to end. He should just tell him, rip off the damn band aid and just tell Daniel how he felt but how the hell were they going to keep up a long distance relationship? He lived back here in Tennessee, him and Kristen were going back to New York. It made his head spin and only a short time to figure everything out.

“Nick…” a tender warm hand graced his cheek and his head slowly turned to look back to Daniel. Those soft blue eyes looking sullen, a frown tugging at his lips. The glow of the moonlight mixed with the soft light from the back porch. Both their knees brushed against one another and his other hand lingered on his thigh. “Somethin is the matter here. I see it, hell you ain’t even telling Kristen anything and I know how close you two are… I hope you can see me the same way you see her.” Daniel averted his eyes and slowly started to draw his hand away from his cheek before he stopped and let it still linger there lightly, his other hand squeezed his thigh just a little bit more. His eyes returned back to looking at him.

Nick was the one now to tear the gaze away and slipped away from his touches. ‘See me the same way you see her,’ fuck did his head spin and stomach feel lightweight hearing the words. He did see him the same way! That was the issue here, he was head over heels in love with him and her. But god damnit he had to be such a fucking southern gentleman. That sickening sweet southern hospitality that didn’t exist in New York just made him swoon. He stood with his back to Daniel, arms folded closely to his chest as he felt his heart hammering in his chest, a tremble even passed in his body that’s how much this killed him.

“That’s the problem, Daniel…” Nick said after a long moment of silence. “I shouldn’t.”

Nick swears he can hear the younger boy’s heartbreak.

“The hell that suppose to mean?” Daniel’s voice cracks holding back the pain and hurt. “The fuckin HELL does that mean Nick?! You ain’t gonna even tell me why?! You just gonna keep me at arms length cause why? What the fuck did I do to you!?” Daniel’s strong hand clasps him on the arm but Nick pulls away and turns around. He sees tears pooling in his eyes, they look so beautiful when he cries. Nick felt his chest tighten and hands grow shaky as he steps back when Daniel reaches for him again.

“Daniel you just… you wouldn’t understand okay? You didn’t do anything it’s my fault.” He sounds so meek, feels so small. He can’t have an attack in front of him, not again. He turns to leave and just walk off into the night, just run off and lay in a damn cornfield until the morning light. Love was so messy, so confusing and scary how the fuck did everyone make it seem so easy? He felt like someone had come and kicked him in the stomach and pressed a searing hot knife to his heart.

Love was such a beautifully tragic story, at least Nick’s was…

He doesn’t make it very far before Daniel grabbed hold of his hand and yanked him back. Boy was the younger male strong—he was a football player after all— as he was powerful. He can’t even be bothered to turn back and face him as he tried to steady his breathing and calm himself down. Daniel’s hand felt hot against his clammy skin. He felt the trembles in his hand and his feet draw closer, desperate for answers. There was always a pull back to this boy.

Always.

“Nick please just… just tell me what’s goin on, darlin. Whatever I did wrong w-whatever it is I’ll fix it for ya I swear I—”

“Its because I like you, Daniel!” Nick snapped whirling around as everything just broke within him. Tears leaving his eyes finally and every raw, pent up emotion just flooded out from him. Nick was shorter than Daniel and found himself just pushed slightly on his tiptoes to come face to face. “You said you want me to see you the same way I see your girlfriend and there you have it! I love both of you! I’ve been in love with both of you and seeing you two together just reminds me that I can’t—”

Daniel’s lips pressed firmly against Nick’s. Its a rough, heated kiss that sends waves of pleasure through him. He feels Daniel press him up against the tree and his strong warm hands press against his hips holding him still. Nick broke from the shock of the kiss and found himself kissing back just as roughly if not more. The kiss is like fire burning between both them that only grows the more passion and lust they push into it. Nick had kissed a lot of people before but nothing compared to the kisses he’s shared with Kristen and him. Its powerful and raw that left him craving more.

He broke the kiss for a moment of air. Breathing heavily as tears dried against his cheeks and he sees the way some are still slightly falling from Daniel’s. He takes a shaky hand and gently wiped away the tears as he let his hand linger on cheek. Their bodies were pressed against one another , hips nearly grinding together and Daniel had moved his hands from Nick’s hips down towards his ass. Both chest heaving up and down as Daniel pressed his forehead against his.

“Daniel I’m—”

“Shut up… it ain’t gonna kill us if we kiss again, sugar.” Daniel went right back in for a kiss and Nick was lost again to his kiss. Nothing mattered in the world expect right now being with him; though he wished for Kristen to be here too… god how he’d love to have her pretty little pink lips pressed up against his neck and be able to stare into those intense green eyes of hers.

When they broke the kiss again Nick was left feeling tired and yet full of bliss. He swallowed hard as he ran a hand through his hair and watched as Daniel had button up and fix his flannel, his bun was looking a little bit looser and messier than it was earlier.

“I’m sorry…” nick choked out looking at him. “I-I shouldn’t have done that I’m… you’re my friend and Kristen she’s your girl and I—”

“Nick it’s okay,” Daniel said reaching out touching his arm but Nick pulled back. “Nick please let me just explain—”

He shook his head and tried to steady his breathing again. His heart hammering in his chest once more as the panic came flooding back. He pushed away from Daniel as his head spins and blood rushes into his ears. “Just… I need to go.” He turns and hastily walked up the back porch stairs and inside to the house, already standing in the kitchen where he came face to face with Kristen, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and had a book open next to her.

Fuck.

She cooly set her mug down and looks at him with the slight pull on her corner lips but it’s gone before he can even think about what she’s smiling at. Did she see? She had to, she has to know.

“Watch ya… uhhh watcha reading there?”

Real fucking smooth there Nick, you dumbass.

Kristen took a sip of her coffee. He swears she’s smiling as she sips it but hard to tell as she sets it down. “The Sound of Fury by William Faulkner. Daniel’s grandmother told me I should read it so I have most of the evening. It’s an interesting read. I was waiting for Daniel and you to finish.” She doesn’t elaborate more, his heart squeezes a little in pain and drop to his stomach. Finish talking? Finish making out? He had no clue and she seemed so smug not saying more. None of this made him feel any better. Not one bit.

“Oh well, I’ll leave you to it. Sorry for keeping him so long I guess we just—”

“No, no. Don’t apologize, I don’t mind really. You two should do it again sometime.” A smile pulls at her lips as she takes another sip of her coffee. The back door opens and Daniel stepped in removing his boots immediately as he always did. He gave Nick such an apologetic look it could make angels cry. His manner changed when he looked to Kristen and smiled at her, coming over and kissing the top of her head.

“Yeah sure… I think I’m turning in. See you two in the morning.” Nick hastily parted away from the both of themand headed upstairs; behind him he can hear the two talking but the racing thoughts drown them out.

It was going to be one hell of a morning tomorrow...

(some dedications to @a-prince-in-disguise , @vithcytries @ysalle-astralore and @gr33kg0ds )

#pjo #percy jackson #my ocs #ocs #my writing #writing: old gods #percy jackson fanfiction #pjo au #pjo ocs #ashley i know your ass craves those poly relationships so here u go #country boy #i love you #this is gonna be a 3 parter oh FUCKING BOY #so in conclusion yee-haw

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