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hola-ninos · 4 years ago

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you ll pt.3

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

Word Count: 2.0k

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

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

find pt. 1 here^

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Darkness.

Darkness surrounded you.

It was so quiet.

So serene.

So peaceful.

Yet it was all so wrong.

Voices.

Everywhere.

“WHO DID IT?”

“I WILL PERSONALLY RIP THEIR THROATS OUT.”

“She’s not dead.”

“what?”

“Her soul. It’s still here.”

Pain.

Rage.

Mars.

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

Fear.

Panic.

Nico

Darkness.

Peacefulness.

Sleep.

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

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

…

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

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

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

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sofiahahaaa · 5 years ago

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Demigod Delinquents | Pt. 3 | Jason Being $$weak$$

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Summary: Jason bean is too rule-following to allow himself to be such a badboy... he needs to COOL dOwN... our babies are being sent off so baiii

Rating: Bruh honestly if you can handle a bit of kissing and Jason being upset for (0) reasons ayyyy

A/N: I cannot believe I am this cool, posting in such rAPID SUCCESSION... i mean if you don’t love me then leave. (jk i need all the love i can get. stay and fall in love?) i’m ready for this story to be fully out.

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Jason’s POV –

My stomach was full of warm food reminiscent of the bakery I loved in New Rome. I missed those strolls I had taken with Reyna, back then. But that was different. I don’t still have feelings or anything. It’s just… Camp Half-Blood doesn’t have that sort of place. To be alone with your loved ones.

I tried to purge the thoughts from my head.

This happened a lot recently. I would be thinking normal thoughts, and then all of a sudden, I was comparing Camp Half-Blood to Camp Jupiter. It wasn’t fair, because I loved both places, but sometimes I found that I didn’t fit into either, and that taking some aspects of each camp would help me make a better camp. I found that I had to swallow my pride, too. I knew that nothing could be perfect, but still, I kept wondering…

I kissed Piper on my way out of the Mess Hall, reminding her I would be away for the quest. She nodded, her braid fluttering in the wind. She looked beautiful. So beautiful I… um... I just wanted to stay with her forever.

I set for Cabin 1.

The walls were pristine as always, and the entire room was tidy, too. I sighed. This cabin really needed a refresher. Big Hippie Zeus was always a sight. His glory reflected upon the place where I slept, and let’s just say… nope. I wasn’t digging it. Not in the slightest.

Maybe I could drag Annabeth in here, have her cut down Zeus, redo the entire place, and bam! Awesome.

That probably wouldn’t happen.

But... I still dreamed as I picked up the orange jumpsuit, changing into the bright costume. I’d seen Leo at the dining hall. He seemed to be rocking it, which most likely meant I would hate it. I slipped it on over the white t-shirt and shorts I had on and studied myself in the polished white marble.

I didn’t like it.

The material was itchy, and it bagged out in odd places. But that wasn’t the biggest part. It wasn’t me. I was a rule follower. Typically. All though I chafed against the rules in Camp Jupiter, I was a goody-two-shoes at Camp Half-Blood. I had been trained that way. It was now my nature. But even as I adjusted the jumper– zipped the zipper up and down, shifted, changed out, straightened it, and put it back on, it just didn’t work.

I had to settle for the collar up, zipped, and my hair pushed back.

Chiron had said that we would have to get into character for this quest, but character– ugh. Maybe this would not be my sort of quest.

Leo and Percy– they didn’t have this struggle. They were always unruly and wild. But for me? I couldn’t do something like this.

I took a breath. In and out. I tried to create a character. Jason the bad boy. No. Jason, the kid who doesn’t care. Hard no. Jason, the kid who has family problems and hates life. Hmm. Maybe. It had some truth to it.

I tried making faces to match my character. Scrunch up the nose, slouch. Nope. Maybe a tough guy look. Yeah, no. Then I tried a better idea. I crossed my arms, tried the brooding look Percy always wore and stuck a piece of gum in my mouth.

I blew bubbles, hoping to look rebellious or something. It worked a little. I did the thing Leo always does, brushing his hands together as if brushing off dust. It heightened my game. I looked like a semi-delinquent. A little flexing of the muscles, some menacing glares. Yeah. It was alright.

(It was not. It was bad.)

I had thirty minutes or so left before Argus was to drive us to the prison. I decided on climbing up to the secret loft in my cabin. I got behind stupid Hippie Zeus and climbed the rungs.

I had always loved this view. Usually, I came up here at night, maybe with Piper, but now, during the day, I saw the entire camp in motion. The cleaning harpies were hopping through the mess hall, making campers run. I saw that the Apollo cabin was in the arena and that Ares cabin was hanging around the climbing wall. Lava poured in clumps, and campers climbed quickly, with that motivation.

Annabeth was calling her cabin to the Armory, while Aphrodite cabin was busy grooming the pegasi. I didn’t see Piper, but that was fine. She probably had found something more interesting to do. Holly and Laurel Victor were bickering over a game of exploding-volleyball (Something the Victor twins made up. Don’t play it unless you’re okay with volleyballs exploding in your face.) and Lou Ellen was trying desperately to save a bust she had attempted of Cerberus. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the summer day.

Something that I couldn’t help loving about Camp Half-Blood was how happy everyone was. It wasn’t strained, like Camp Jupiter. Everyone was very excited to be there. This wasn’t an army. It was a community.

I tried to push the thoughts from my head, but they were there again. Compare, they said. Fix, they kept insisting, and I was almost compelled to do it. I clenched my jaw and forcefully thought of other things. Better things.

I slipped down to the main floor of the cabin. I supposed I would go to Thalia’s Tree to wait for Argus, even though I was early.

When I finally got the tree, I had narrowly escaped a nearly fatal incident involving clay and Lou Ellen and had singed off my leg-hair after passing by the Victor twins. It made me think that Holly had deliberately spiked the volleyball so I would get exploded on.

As it turned out, I wasn’t the first one there. Percy and Annabeth were talking under the tree– possibly saying goodbye, possibly arguing. Hard to tell.

“Hey, guys…" I said as I approached them, hoping I wasn’t offending them by interrupting.

“Oh, hi, Jason,” Annabeth said. She bit her lip. Her hair was combed into a ponytail, and her eyes flashed mini-storms. It was hard to know if Annabeth was mad or not, because her steely calm was too unnerving to decipher. Percy waved and crossed his arms. He was leaning against the trunk, despite Peleus’ protest. Already getting in character, I suppose.

“Annabeth." I nodded in her direction, then turned to Percy. “What’s up, man? You haven’t talked to me in ages." I noticed Percy had bags under his eyes. " I heard about a little sister… Stella?”

“Estelle,” Annabeth replied simply. “Yeah, I have babysitting duty while you guys are gone.” She picked at her nails. “Percy’s just tired. He’s been doing late-night babysitting with me for the last few weeks of summer while Sally and Paul are out on their vacation in, uh, Florida. He was also training my cousin for the weeks before that– he has to stop the end of the world. But that’s about it." I tried to keep my mouth from gaping. Annabeth had a cousin? And… what?

“Oh. Oh, right.” Now I felt a pang of guilt. If Percy was out on baby-duty because of this quest– “Hey, bro, if you don’t wanna go– that– that’s alright, okay? ‘Cause it sounds like you’ve got a lot going on, and I don’t think this quest should, uh, get in the way of that or anything–" I gushed. Percy sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“You know, Annabeth is right. I am tired. But I think this quest will help to some degree. So I’ll go with it, but just because Annabeth has agreed to it. If there’s any change, shift in mood– I’ll opt-out. For now, we’re good. Right, Wise Girl?” Annabeth blinked.

“Yeah. I’m fine with this. It’s okay." I thought that maybe Annabeth was trying to convince herself more than Percy, but I stayed silent. I stared at the looming statue of Athena– the Athena Parthenos that looked down on the camp. I took a deep breath.

“So we’re waiting for sleepyhead Leo now… doubt he’ll wake up any time soon. Nyssa told me he was asleep until noon, and that he was down for a nap after lunch too…I don't understand how much he can sleep. What’s draining him? His ADHD?” Percy commented, sounding gruff. He flipped a golden drachma over his knuckles. "I’ll give him this drachma if he shows up within ten seconds." I looked at Percy warily. The guy was scary, I had to admit.

And now, in this state, he looked like the living dead. His humor and stupidity were replaced by the brooding look he resented. I wondered how he’d react if I told him.

Leo staggered to the top of the hill and collapsed in a heap. “So… tired… Why is that hill so… steep? Can’t even… right… now.” He raised his hand. “Give me the drachma, Perseus.” Percy looked at him as if he couldn’t believe the guy had actually gotten out of bed. He flicked the drachma into Leo’s hand. “Thanks, man.” Leo sat up, spitting out dirt.

“You… got out of bed.” Percy said musingly.

“Nyssa had Harley jumped on me. My ribs hurt still, but I’m good now.”

“Oh. That explains it.”

“You took a nap in this jumpsuit? It’s uncomfortable as Hades’ Gym Shorts." I added. Leo giggled at this comment like a little kid.

“Dude. You’re so, like, uptight. Loosen up.” Leo joked. Percy had a pained look in his eyes, but when he saw me watching, he masked it. Annabeth stood in the middle.

"I’d leave you boys to it, but that’s a bad idea,” Annabeth emphasized. Percy hollered. She glared at him. "I’ll stay here until Argus get here. I don't want another bathroom incident." I stared at Annabeth in mock shock.

“She said it!” Leo shrieked. Annabeth rolled her eyes.

Back on the Argo II, when Percy had been given a tour of the whole ship, we had stopped at the bathroom for a while, making Annabeth wonder. We stopped partly because Leo was in dire need of a bathroom, and because Percy was in love.

Back when Leo was designing the ship, of all the things that he would have made perfect, he chose the bathrooms. I had shared the same enthusiasm Percy had when he saw them. They were equipped with everything. From toilets (duh!) to bidets and even bubble baths.

Percy had insisted we try out the bubble bath, seen as there were over 20 different types of bubbles. He practically begged that we put every single one into the jacuzzi tub. He had excitedly jumped in (Clothes and all, minus the shirt) and started playing with all the fancy settings Leo had installed into the tub. Long story short, he got so excited, he lost control of his powers and exploded all the plumbing. Annabeth had rushed in, gotten soaked– it was a mess. And it took weeks for Leo and Percy to collectively restore the plumbing. And– not to mention– Leo’s room was soaked for a while afterward as well, it being next to the bathrooms and all. Not that that mattered, since Leo scarcely slept in his room– but that isn’t relevant.

“Nothing like that can happen in that short of time, Wise Girl.”

“Um, that mess did.” Annabeth retorted. Percy stared in shock. He couldn’t get out a comeback.

“Annabeth: One… billion. Percy: Zero.” Leo chimed half-heartedly.

Argus showed up, three handcuffs in hand. Annabeth checked her watch. “Right on time, as always.” Argus nodded, and a few of his eyes swiveled to each of us. He has a hundred, so it’s uncomfortable to get stared at by him. He was a man of few words, (partly because he is rumored to have an eye on his tongue– and that makes it a bit awkward to speak.) and thus said nothing, but gestured towards the handcuffs. I gulped.

“Ah,” My tongue darted to the back of my throat. “Those are for us?" I managed to croak. He nodded. I had spent years scared of being in one of these. And here I was… doing it voluntarily. My eyes dropped as I became queasy.

Leo, in turn, jumped up, brushed off the dirt on his jumpsuit, and held out his hands for Argus to chain. “Dude, it’s been years since I’ve gotten the cuffs around my wrists.”

“Wait, you’ve been arrested before?”

"I guess… I ran away from my abusive foster mother and the handcuffed me to make sure I would pull anything. I had hijacked a car door and rolled out only weeks ago.” Leo grinned mischievously. “Actually, I had the cuffs loose by the time they got me back to the nasty woman… but I stayed put." I stared at Leo in amazement.

“Bye Annabeth. I promise I won't do anything stupid.” Percy told Annabeth quietly. He sounded a little wistful, and I wanted to assure him that we wouldn’t be against him staying at camp.

“Alright, Seaweed Brain. Stay safe.” Annabeth planted a real, nice kiss on Percy’s lips, and he kissed her back, happily. I kind of wished Pipes was here, but I didn't express it. I watched, partially in jealousy, as Percy picks Annabeth up by the waist, lifting her off the ground, still kissing. Annabeth pulled away to look Percy in the eye. “Percy…” He grinned and pulled her head closer to his, kissing her again. Then, he spun her around, lips still locked, and set her on the ground. “Percy…” She said again in between kisses.

"I love you, Annabeth.”

"I love you too.” Annabeth rested her head on Percy’s chest, and Percy stroked her hair. “Don’t get yourself killed.”

“No problem.”

“Or I’ll have to kill you.”

“Love you too,” Percy replied with gusto. Annabeth pulled him into a hug, and Percy gave in.

“Alright, I mean it. Go have fun.” Annabeth insisted as she put her hands on his shoulders. Percy nodded but snuck in one more kiss, which held for longer than I expected. When he finally pulled away, I had to look elsewhere. A little awkward, knowing I was staring, but I had to admit, Percy and Annabeth were always cuter than Piper and I, and I could never be as romantic as Percy. Leo let out a gasp.

“ohlordtheyaresocuteitslikethetitanicbuttheywontsinktheylljustbeeternalandOHMYGODSitssooooocuteandhowdotheyhavesuchalastingrelationshipaphroditesendhelp–” Leo hyperventilated, unable to wring his hands enough, seen as they were locked up. I felt similar, though I wasn't bold enough to state it like Leo. Percy held Annabeth’s waist firmly, and her hand was at his shoulder. This would be practically the first time they had been apart since… Tartarus. Quite abrupt.

Argus cleared his throat and held out the cuffs for me. I sighed and held out my hands, trying to get into character. Trying to channel my anger towards the messed-up family that had landed me in so many fatal situations– trying to channel my anger towards my divine stepmother, the heifer she is, who wiped my memory. I scrunched my brow and tried the brooding look again as Argus snapped the cuffs around my wrists. “You ready?" I asked Percy. He huffed.

“Yeah.”

“No second thoughts?” Leo added.

“Well, some. But I’m ready.” Percy sighed. Annabeth nodded, and let go of Percy, running down Half-Blood Hill. Percy looked after her, like a lost puppy, but he turned to Argus. “Okay.” And Argus clasped the cuffs around his wrists. I studied mine and felt the weight of the cold cuffs against my wrists. I looked at Argus in the eye– or rather, in one eye. He nodded. I guess this was it. Time for the quest.

A/N: Sad moment, seeing as that’s the last Percabeth moment for a while, but we’ll see Annabeth again, I promise. I apologize about the ‘I’s– I was trying to fix something but now you’ll see that there are ‘I’s without spaces… that was definitely not intentional and I am completely aware. I am trying to get rid of that certain problem. And, unfortunately, this story is heavily Percy and Jason, rather than Leo. Which is horrible because we love Leo, but I’ll try to make it up to you guys and add more Leo, cuz all da ladies luv Leo, amiright? And, as a heads-up JERCY BROMANCE IS FULL FLAME IN THIS FIC. Thanks for reading :)

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jflashandclash · 6 years ago

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Traitors of Olympus: Fall of the Sun

Eight: Ajax

How to Quiet a child of Poseidon in Two Seconds Flat

Pax was impressed: no one punched anyone during his recap of their early adventures, from kidnapping Rachel Elizabeth Dare, to stealing the coals of Kronos’ sword and stealing the Golden Net from Bunker Nine, to the trials of Psyche, to tricking Leo into reforging Backbiter, and to Santiago’s Mayan temple, where their father killed Joey, and Euna killed their father.

Axel, Calex, or Kally chimed in to explain parts where Pax wasn’t there or where he exaggerated how important the weasels, Hunnie and Baller, were to the mission—always vitally important, even when unconscious. Pax was sad Axel didn’t give the full rendition of how he fought off Aphrodite’s giant doves with a frying pan[1] and how Euna got temporary god pills out of it, but Pax figured they could save the long version for Axel and Reyna’s children to assure the kids that their father was versatile with all weapons and cookery.

They got through the misunderstandings of what led up to their fight against the heroes of Olympus and why Jack had murdered his half-brother, Will. Well, that last part was less a misunderstanding and more a psychotic break, but Pax hoped they got the picture.

When Pax mentioned the Princess Andromeda, that’s when things went down a tiny, Everest-sized hill.

“The Princess Andromeda?” Travis interrupted before Pax could explain in full. “I thought that sunk after Beckendorf…”

Yep, that was the weird part, Pax thought. That and not that the passage of stairs in the middle of their cabins that led down to an ocean. Or it used to. Pax had to wonder if magical passages like that got bored and moved places. He would if he were a magical passage.[2]

Alabaster set his glass of strawberry flavored water down.

Pax was pleased that Merry had commanded the satyrs bring everyone drinks, especially since—with his hand condition—the satyrs had taped three straws together so Pax could sip from his without leaning forward or using his hands.

While blowing bubbles into his drink, which took awhile and required three straws-worth of backwash, Pax glanced over to Alabaster’s side of the table.

The child of Hecate’s knuckles were white as he clutched one of the ingredient satchels that dangled from his neck. His other hand casually clinked the ice in his glass. “Beckendorf?” he repeated. “Was that the name of your suicide bomber?”

Clarisse choked in rage.

Most of the other counselors went still.

“Charles Beckendorf was a hero,” Percy said, scowling.

“As were the kamikaze pilots in Japan and the jihadists for ISIS,” Alabaster said, his eyes boring into Percy with a scary intensity. If Pax had some, he was pretty sure he could roast marshmallows between the two of them.

Percy’s face went red. He shot to his feet, had a foot on the table, and Riptide in hand before Jason and Hazel grabbed him.

A baby cried.[3]

All eyes turned towards the mirror at Percy’s side.

Throughout the explanation, Hiro had finished several puzzles and eaten a full pizza. When Percy stood, Hiro snatched Percy’s little sister from the crib-cage, where he’d put her down for a nap.

With his other hand, Hiro snapped out a switchblade the size of her arm.

He pinched her hand and dabbed one of her fingers.

For the first time since Hiro had gotten his hands on the baby, she squealed and squirmed.

The color drained from Percy’s face as he scrambled back into his throne of Saturnalia. Baby Cry Shock Collars—highly effective against children of Poseidon.

“I’m sorry—I—I didn’t mean—” Percy stammered.

Hiro pointed the knife at Axel. Then he carefully set the whining baby back into her crib and folded the knife up beside her—the proper way to store weapons around tiny children. Pax swallowed as Hiro made a motion, like he was holding a zucchini in one hand and his other hand were a butcher knife chopping it. To finish the comment, he held one hand out, grabbed his index finger, and shook it.

Although Pax doubted anyone needed translation, Axel puffed up and popped his cheeks. “He says he’ll start cutting fingers off if you stand up again.”

“I won’t,” Percy said through gritted teeth. “Just don’t hurt my little sister.”

After reading both of their lips, Hiro nodded cheerfully. He turned back to the baby, made a goofy face at her, and wrapped her up in his arms, careful to dodge around the darts lining his suspenders. Hiro gave her finger an apologetic kiss and rocked her to some unknown tune.

“Man, maybe we really shouldn’t have left Hiro with Dad for those years,” Pax muttered. He waved a hand at Hiro and made sure his lips were fully visible as he said, “Hiro, do you want someone to take you to the park to play ball? Or get you ice cream or a puppy? That you won’t kill—okay, maybe not a puppy—I guess I’m trying to say that Axel and I will give you attention without you committing several felonies and doing the whole, ‘creepy villain…’”

Pax trailed off when he saw the look in Hiro’s eyes.

Pax liked to remember Hiro as the tiny, happy child that would crawl onto Pax’s shoulders to pretend Pax was a horse and followed Pax around Frasco’s circus to learn everything Pax knew.

But now, Hiro’s eyes weren’t alight with admiration. They were narrowed with malice. The look told Pax that no number of hugs, or hand knit sweaters, or crazy moon bounce parties would let Hiro forgive each night that Axel and Pax hadn’t come to save he and Lapis from their father.

“--ait until I can get out of this chair—”

Pax felt numb as he tuned back into Percy’s threat.

Alabaster cut him off with a shrug. “We never bombed any of your living quarters, neither cabin nor barracks. We didn’t want to support that kind of blind murder.”

Clarisse snorted. “You probably couldn’t think of a lot of different tactics.”

Something, Pax thought, one really ought to be proud of, Oh damn, I’m so uncreative in my terrorism.

“No, we did,” Axel said, as calm as Alabaster. “Luke didn’t want to fight that kind of war.”

“I find that queer, coming from the Cloven Terror and Leonis Caput,” Reyna said. She appeared to regret throwing her knife at Pax, as she now resorted to twirling a ring on her finger. As a show of good faith towards a future sister-in-law, Pax almost considered tossing it back to her, but—judging by the tense environment—that might not be the best way to express his positive emotions.

Axel didn’t buckle under her scrutiny. “You pick your battles. We would carefully chose and eliminate a few selective leaders to immobilize an army and minimize overall killing instead of attacking a majority, especially not an area with noncombat units.”

Alabaster sighed and Pax found himself wishing he had his headphones so he didn’t need to hear this argument again. “Grassroots versus trickle down approach. Axel strongly believed in trickle down.” Alabaster rolled his eyes.

“Hey!” Kally’s shout made Pax jump in surprise. “This isn’t helping the camp full of kids that are going to be obliterated at sundown. Plenty of which know nothing of the Titan war.”

The table quieted. Everyone but Axel and Alabaster looked off to the side and grumbled.

“Sorry,” Kally said as an afterthought, exhaling.

As best Pax could, he rested his hand atop hers under the table.

Merry gave Kally an encouraging nod from across.

Although Pax didn’t want to talk after seeing Hiro’s expression, he managed, “If I were an evil goddess with an amazing fashion sense and great monologue skills, this is exactly the kind of internal fighting I would want to cause to waste time and distract everyone.”

“The daughter of Apollo and counselor of Eris are right,” Reyna said. “We can discuss ethics and wartime philosophy later.” Her gaze lingered on Axel.

Axel raised an exhausted eyebrow at her.

Pax wondered if Axel could find a way to make a discussion on ethics and wartime philosophy into some weird flirting. Twenty Reese’s said he could, and could make it end with some weirder make out/wrestling session.

Moving on from his brother’s creative Top Ten Questions to Ask a Girl on the First Date, and the debate of who murdered whom more ethically, Merry directed them back onto the subject at hand.

Pax finished off his story and Percy filled in the gaps from his party.

Hazel chimed in on Will’s behalf—since he still couldn’t speak for himself—narrating Will and Joey’s adventures through the Underworld before Joey became real competition for Medusa’s Best Statue of the Year award and about how the dead told Will that something had upset Nyx.

Merry’s jaw jutted to one side as she watched Hiro tuck the now-sleeping baby back into her crib-cage. “Gothic architecture… Everyone else heard some lovely chimes this morning, right? Just after sunrise?”

Percy groaned and glared sideways at the mirror. “Yea, they were right in my ear.”

Annabeth’s eyes went wide. “Chiming as in bells? Like church bells?” She turned to Percy, looking more awake than she had the whole meeting. “Did Eris say anything else? Anything when she was threatening your sister?”

Pax was glad Athena had decided to click on some lights above Merry and Annabeth’s heads, because his mind was still skipping in the dark as were the minds of the other fifteen or so cabins present.

“I didn’t exactly take notes,” Percy said.

“Anything could be important, Water Muffin,” Merry said.

Percy’s brow furrowed, though Pax wasn’t sure if it was from Merry’s nickname or from thought. “No warriors can be sent after her or he’ll drop her three hundred feet onto concrete…”

Annabeth and Merry made eye contact. Merry grinned. “Annabeth, what Gothic churches are three hundred feet tall or above in the USA?”

“Not many.” Annabeth pushed some of the curls out of her face. “The Washington Cathedral, the Riverside Church…”

Percy’s face brightened, in direct contrast to his words. “She also said something about falling to concrete to put more weight onto Atlas’s shoulders. Last I checked, Atlas is stuck on Mount Tams. Any of those churches in California?”

Annabeth frowned. “No—”

Merry snapped her fingers. “Our little Hiro and bae are right next door.”

Annabeth blinked for a second before saying, “Of course! Saint Patrick’s Cathedral by the Rockefeller Center.”

“The weight of the world is on the Rockefeller Center?” Travis whispered loudly to Connor.

“Talk about performance pressure,” he responded in kind.

Merry chuckled. “Only when they’re putting up their Christmas tree. No. There’s a pretty statue of Atlas between it and the cathedral.”

A slow, methodical clap chilled their celebration at the discovery and reminded everyone that they had forgotten to cover their mouths when facing the mirror. Hiro gave them a half-grin, one a little too close to Pax’s devilish smiles.

“So we know where she is,” Clarisse said. “But what good does that do us? No one can go there.”

“I can go.”

Everyone glanced over to where Merry had leaned forward, stretching her hands out in front of her in a way that—Pax suspected—she did to distract Calex with how much it pinched her chest between her arms.

Merry relaxed, so she could put an elbow on the table and lean her head against that hand. “Eris specified big bad warriors, right? I’m not a big bad warrior. I’m a demigod contradiction: a pacifist. I will only lift a finger for dancing, partying, and sacrificing good grades to Annabeth’s mom—not to violence.”

Her gaze switched from the counselors over to the mirror. “And, I’ll bet Hiro and Lapis saw that when they were creeping on our group. What do you think Hiro? I won’t bring any weapons. Can Aunti Merry drop by for a hug without you having a baby shower?”

Pax wanted to hug Merry for the ill-timed pun, but he sensed a flaw in her plan, one that Axel stated perfectly for the group. “That will probably just give Hiro two hostages.”

Calex swallowed. “No offense, Merry... but Axel is right.”

She winked. “Trust me. I got this. How’s about it, Hiro?”

Hiro considered, bobbing his head from side-to-side and making his long, black hair flutter. Then, Hiro rapidly signed something that Pax didn’t catch.

“Hiro!” Axel snarled disapprovingly in a way that made Pax want to say, Oh yea, NOW is when you want to chastise him for being rude.

Hiro signed slower.

Pax frowned, wishing his brother was a bit more like a cute panda. “So you won’t defend yourself if attacked?” he translated in place of Axel.

Merry’s honey skin paled a shade, but her relaxed smile stayed strong. “Won’t lift a finger,” she repeated.

Hiro clapped giddily and jumped in place. Pax imagined—if Hiro were an animated character—that his hair would take more time to draw then the background.

“Augh, what a creep,” Miranda grumbled.

There was a grumble of agreement, especially from the victory twins. Though Pax still didn’t know what people were expecting from someone who had threatened to play Fruit Ninja with a baby’s fingers.

Calex gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles paling. He whispered something into Merry’s ear. She gently touched one of his hands to calm him.

The pit in Pax’s stomach had grown from a baby stream to the size of the Grand Canyon. When Hiro began to sign again, Pax wondered if he could pretend he’d experienced sudden amnesia and could now only sign the words Doritos are awesome. “No weapons. No backup. Only mortal transportation. We can have lunch. Tell Pax and Axel that they are dumb f—hey!” Pax huffed. “My face is adorable!”

Merry folded her hands in front of her, straightened her shoulders, and closed her eyes. “Axel. Pax. You are dumb faces.”

Hiro’s shoulders shuddered with a giggle.

Axel sighed. “Hiro, when this is all over and I get my hands on you, I’m dragging you all the way back to Chiich and making you tell her everything you’ve done.”

Pax’s ear hurt at the thought and he wasn’t even the one who would be in trouble.

Hiro huffed, crossed his arms, and turned his back to the mirror.

With Hiro’s back turned, Merry’s smile weakened. Even from where Pax was sitting, he could tell she needed a huge hoard of weasels to hug her. That always made him feel better.

Percy glanced at the mirror back to the daughter of Dionysus. “Do… do you really think you can help my little sister?” he asked. “Especially with the whole no-kicking-ass thing?”

“Who needs to go fisty-cuffs when you’ve got a noggin?” She tapped her forehead.

Clarisse scoffed, “Hippie.”

Annabeth gave Merry an exhausted smile of appreciation. “I assume you have a plan?”

Merry nodded.

Axel scowled. “Don’t let your guard down just because he’s a child. He can throw darts as quick as Ajax and I don’t know what Santiago has been teaching him… I refuse to let you be the next Joey.”

The cheer in Merry’s face erased at the mention of their ghostly, petrified friend.

Pax could feel Kally trembling violently under his hand. “Merry… are you going to be okay?” she asked. Although everyone else might not notice, Kally had put her other hand on the table in a thumbs down position.

“I’ll be careful, sweeties,” Merry said, looking across the counselor table to make eye contact with Kally, Pax, Axel, and ending on Calex. Subtly, she put a thumbs up on the table in response.

From the looks of it, Calex was two seconds away from exploding into a panicked array of shiny, Eros arrows, hopefully putting on the best fireworks show Pax had ever seen and ending with the least PG twist for any demigod.

Except that ex-Roman son of Jupiter was here.

Pax vetoed the non-PG Eros ending for this counselor meeting.

“I don’t like this, but we don’t have any choice except to trust that Merry knows what she’s doing.” Thalia drummed her fingers along the table. Pax found it weird to look at Thalia’s silvery camo and dark hair in full daylight. When Matthias was feeling better, they would have to make a little moonlight screen to put behind the Lieutenant of Artemis during all meetings, complete with deer-shaped nightlights and cartoon constellations. “We don’t have a ton of time, and I think we need to talk about how a demigod with god-power eye drops and a singing head that can blow a hole in the camp are on their way to Tartarus.”

Axel’s eyes narrowed. “We do. The longer we wait, the more distance Euna puts between here and Tartarus, and the harder it will be for me to catch up with her.”

Pax felt like Phobetor had snuck up on him and used that piccolo-hatchet to hack out his heart. “You’re going back there? To the happy land of fratricide and cheesy, cop out villains?” he said, not realizing until the very end that his squeak had come out in Mayan. “What are you going to do if Mrs. I-want-inside-your-pants and Mr. And-I’ll-cut-off-what’s-in-your-pants show back up?!”

Those dark, Mist-covered eyes sank down to his hands. “I think they got what they wanted. Besides…” Axel cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the table. “I’m not sure if Euna’s stairwell has connected with the labyrinth yet or what is down there, but if I enter the labyrinth via Zeus’s fist, I should be able to navigate it easily and avoid godly confrontations.”

Pax prayed no one would connect that knowledge with the Battle of the Labyrinth.

A few displeased grumbles came from Frank, Hazel, and Reyna.

“Assuming we let you go,” Reyna said, twirling her ring while scrutinizing him, “Someone needs to go with to assure that you’re not convincing Euna to join the gods attacking camp—”

Pax thought nothing could distract Calex from fretting over Merry, but those words made him gawk. “Euna wouldn’t do that. She blames Eris for her sister’s death.”

“And,” Reyna said, her eyes flashing over to Calex to silence him before returning to Axel. “If you were stricken with madness again, you would need someone that can hunt you down in the event that you rampage and attack allies.”

Although Axel maintained eye contact and posture, Pax knew Reyna could hurt Axel less by putting her metal greyhounds into a ballista and firing them at Axel than by saying that. Axel didn’t try to defend himself; his expression broke.

The worst part: Pax couldn’t defend Axel either. She was right.

At least one good thing could come out of this: maybe Axel and Reyna could take a romantic vacation to Tartarus to talk about their feelings, punch daimons, and—

“I can,” Thalia said. “Euna was close to joining the ranks of Artemis. If Artemis isn’t around to do so, it is my responsibility to help a maiden in my goddess’ absence. And,” Thalia raised her fingers, snapping them so a burst of static electricity arched. “I can take Axel.”

Axel, though still looking appropriately sulky, raised an eyebrow again in amusement.

Calex cleared his throat. His wary gaze shifted from Merry, back to Axel in uncertainty. “I can come too. I know Euna, a medic is always useful, and three is a sacred quest number.”

“That would outnumber Thalia two to one if you decide to turn on her,” Frank said.

“Frank!” Piper chastised, touching her nephew’s shoulder to show her disagreement.

“Uh, Calex is pretty cool,” Percy said. “But… going to Tartarus…” He trailed off, looking to Annabeth for help.

She gave an exhausted sigh. “I don’t think Calex would betray us. But, without Chiron’s healing, we need all the medical assistance and fighting power we can have here. You shouldn’t go to Tartarus.”

Those words were like putting a parental lock on Calex’s quest options. Although none of them said it, Pax had the distinct feeling, from the glance Percy, Annabeth, and Axel exchanged, that none of them thought Calex would enjoy the walk through the River Acheron. However, Pax wanted to point out that Calex had probably been an Arsenal hooligan at a West Ham stadium after West Ham lost a match, and which likely had similar conditions.

“I think your skills are better suited here,” Axel agreed.

Calex looked unsettled, but was unwilling to contradict both Annabeth and Axel.

“It’s alright,” Axel said, “We’ll get her home safely.” He scooted his chair back, stood, and rested one hand on Alabaster’s shoulder. “If we have any hope of intercepting Euna, Thalia and I need to pack up now.”

Pax caught Axel’s eye. They both puffed up their cheeks and popped them. Pax wanted to tell Axel not to go, that there were scary bad guys in Tartarus, that Pax had no way of keeping Alabaster from pigballing Percy to make bacon for the group, and that Pax would inevitably stuff his face with tree nuts without Axel around, puff up to the size of a condo, and fly away into the sun. And they all knew how that turned out for Icarus.

But Pax also didn’t want to go anywhere near Axel. He got the distinct feeling this was Axel’s big boy version of needing a stroll to cool off.

Thalia stood up and unslung a silvery backpack from one side of her chair and her unstrung bow from the other. “Done packing,” said the huntress. She rolled her eyes at Axel’s half-smile. “Ugh, boys always take so long to get ready.”

There was a brief vote, something that clearly made Miranda and Butch uncomfortable without Chiron’s approval. The overwhelming majority voted in favor of their departure, with Clovis abstaining due to a nap, and Jason the only one uncomfortable with sending his sister to Hell with a beast.

As his brother walked away with little more than an awkward wave, like Pax’s mother, Hiro, and Lapis had abandoned him previously, Pax realized that he’d need to learn how to take care of himself and he’d have to learn fast.

Thanks for reading! Anyone surprised by the Tartarus promenade pair? Tune in next week for Axel’s chapter: Hot Women Need to Stop Sneaking Up on Me.

Also! Sorry if my edits were sloppy this round. Mel was awesome in giving me a rush delivery on betaedits, and I completely butchered them XD

Footnotes:

[1] Mel Betanote: “I was about to say ‘PAX, THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN’ but then I remembered that it did and now I can’t tell the difference between what actually happened and Pax’s exaggerations because they sound the same!”

Jack’s response: My work here is done.

[2] China Mieville.

[3] So, if I had more sleep, I could more artfully slip this in here…. But sound can come out, it just can’t go in. This footnote is to remind Jack not to be a lazy jerk and clarify this properly in writing! *tsk tsk* to Jack’s lazy footnoting.

#Heroes of Olympus #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #fanfiction #Traitors of Olympus #council of elrond #SOOO many characters!#So little sleep!#Must.... eat..... poptart....

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Sonder: A Solangelo Story

A/N: Now read on A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/11013093

Chapter 6

ch5 / ch7 Table of contents

Being berated by a stranger was quite a unique experience that Nico never expected to encounter. In front of him was a woman who's appearance gave off an aura of intimidation and control. Her dark chestnut hair was perfectly curled, the black dress she was wearing had no noticeable wrinkle and her emerald eyes had an ambitious fire. Her name? Ms. Medusa, a woman who seemed to be able to kill with a single glare from behind her thick rimmed glasses.

Honestly? Nico was terrified of this woman, everything about her suggested she wasn't one to cross. Yet, he was sitting in her office for punching a kid because he mentioned something about a sibling dying. He sincerely regretted all of his decisions at the moment.

"Mr. Solace, why did you physically assault Mr.Valdez?" She asked, her tone sharp even with such a motherly sounding voice. How did he respond to that? He can't just say 'It was a joke' or the truth as she wouldn't believe either of them.

"I had fallen asleep in class and Leo was just trying to wake me. I awoke, startled by the dream with my sister, and he made that quip about her. I already watched her die in my sleep and so, I panicked and shoved him into a wall." He spoke, trying to sound as truthful as he could, which wasn't too difficult but a bit nerve-wracking.

Ms. Medusa leaned in towards Nico and for once, he truly understood the last name someone was given. Her gaze was terrifying to the point he felt as if he couldn't look away, his body didn't turn into stone but it felt like it was. After a minute of this awkward staring contest, she moved back to her desk and started to write on a piece of paper.

"I believe you Solace, just don't let it happen again. Especially since I'll have to ruin your perfect record with a suspension if I do. Please return to class and refrain from allowing another one of these incidents to occur." She stated, allowing Nico to stand and walk out into the room. Eventually, he got to the hallway and opened Will's phone, going to memos to type up the events from earlier. Will needed to know everything anyways, it his life.

"Uh, no thank you. I'm not sure if I'm ready for a girlfriend," He told the shorter female that had spoken to him, his expression softening when she looked about ready to cry. Well, It probably took a lot of effort to ask but, alas, he didn't want to get Nico into a relationship if he didn't need one. Welp, she had already run off in tears to her best friend and was now receiving death glares. Good Job, Solace. You've only talked to this girl for two minutes and you broke her heart.

After a bit of trying to avoid the girl's best friend (man was she pissed), he eventually made outside to where Hazel and Frank were only to get raised brows when they saw him walk over.

"Aren't you working today?" Frank asked. Wait, Nico had a job? And where was it? Shit.

"Umm......i don't remember where I work?" He said awkwardly while rubbing his arms, his gaze at the ground. He couldn't see their expressions but the gasps were enough to inform him that this was an unusual response.

"You work at the pet shelter, It's two blocks away from your home," Frank said, his voice filled with concern though Will still didn't see his expression.

"Okay, It shouldn't be too hard to find... I mean it is just a pet shop" He mumbled quietly and quickly walked off towards Nico's home. He had a job? At a pet store? Was it popular? Nico didn't seem like the kind of person to work.....with anything. After googling nearby pet shops on Nico's Phone, he found one nearby and figured that's probably (hopefully) where he worked. Maybe he should go to his home and find the uniform first? That would probably be best.

Welp, being yelled at by a short female with auburn hair wasn't fun. In fact it was a bit terrifying, the Greek foreign exchange student seemed ready to strangle him for his actions.

"Why?" She snapped, glaring at him intensely. Man, was Calypso scary when she was pissed.

"Because I wasn't fully aware of the situation occurring and had a horrific dream involving my sister that may have included death. So, I reacted as though it might actually happen and I apologize" he was doing his best to fake Will's happy go lucky attitude and avoid seeming deranged as he didn't want Calypso to hate him. After a soft huff, she just nodded before smacking the back of Leo's head.

"I told you not to wake him up like that, he's easy to upset! I made him cry once after doing that" she told the male, his curly hair bobbing a bit from the smack.

"Okay! Okay, I'll be careful when waking up, Will." He whined and looked at the blonde with a raised brow, making Nico shrug. Dude, he barely understands where he is why would he understand you girlfriend? Stop making assumptions man.

"Yeah, please don't. Ms. Medusa scares me the living crap out of me" he told him quickly in reply as they slowly nodded at his comments

"Yeah....Calypso almost slapped her, so I don't know if she's scared of her. But i wouldn't be surprised if Ms. Medusa was afraid of Calypso. She's a dick at times" he said with a laugh, earning another hit and causing Nico to snort a bit.

"You're the one who ends up there because of your fucking inventions."

"That's because nobody appreciates how fucking great I am" Yep, a third smack. Why were they dating? What was she thinking? This kid was an idiot.

"I still don't understand your relationship if it's mostly petty arguments," he said, tapping his chin.

"We argue because we love each other. Sometimes, people like to make it seem like their love life is perfect and that's the reason why it's destroyed. Little bickering allows us to get our stress with each other out, it's nice," she said, making Nico blink at how wise she sounded compared to her age. "Sometimes, you find love in the most unexpected of ways."

Will was now cleaning out fish tanks, the sight of the mold making him wanna gag but he continued to clean up. He didn't want to be the reason that the male lost his job as he had already been late.

Finding the pet store was a bit harder than expected and he got lost a few times before arriving at the entrance. Once he was inside he saw the many reasons why Nico would most likely work there: fluffy things, cool fish and he best friend Reyna worked there so he had someone to talk to. Though being reprimanded for his tardiness by, Percy's best friend, Grover wasn't the best thing to experience.

"Why were you late? You know I'm having trouble explaining to the rest of the workers why you're on staff when you dislike everything, you coming in late makes it a million times worse." He spoke rapidly, making it almost impossible for Will to decipher what he is saying. Eventually, he just nodded in response.

"Yeah, I get it...I'll be on time, just...had a hard time," he whispered quietly before being assigned to wash out the fish tanks. Which is what he was doing now, washing out the last one before going back Grover with an eager expression on his face. "Anything else."

"Uhh....I guess if you're in a good mood you can run the cash register?" He said, seemingly confused by the optimistic and happy-go-lucky aura that Nico suddenly developed. Welp, it was sudden to Grover but something that Will always had. He headed towards the front, having a cashier job before and knowing he could operate it, and smiled widely at customers walking in. This would be easy!

"Bye Grover, see you tomorrow" It was 11:30 am when Will finally left, having used up all his energy on working. Man, that was fucking harder than it had looked. "Okay, okay.....tomorrow, will be a good day." He whispered, walking up the steps of the home. Eventually, he made it to Nico's room and carefully took off his shoes. His hands unbuttoning the uniform and grabbing some Pjs to put on. He crawled into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest before falling asleep.

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