Hey everyone! I normally don't do this, but this headcanon was so good, I decided to make it a fanfic. It's not a one-shot by the way. *LUKERCY*
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and The Olympians nor do I own Heroes of Olympus. All rights belong to Rick Riordan.
An emotionless face, Percy and the rest of the demigods headed to the throne room. Annabeth, seeing Percy devoid of any emotion, went up to him.
"Hey," Percy looked at her. "What's wrong?" Annabeth tilted her head to the side, her grey eyes bubbling with curiosity. Percy shook his head.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." He walked away, leaving Annabeth behind. It was only a matter of time before they reached the throne room. Thalia nudged Annabeth's shoulder.
"Don't worry about it," Thalia said, limping away with her crutches. Her black hair bounced as she limped, the clutches clinking the roads.
The stars shone on the sky, constellations appearing. Lamp posts flickered on and off. The atmosphere was filled with silence, the demigods mourning over their losses to themselves. Finally, they reached Olympus, every god seated at their thrones.
The demigods filed a line in the center of the room, close to Hestia's hearth. Nico sat by his father's throne, not wanting to intervene. Well, that's what Annabeth thought.
The gods looked tired, their positions a tad bit slouched. Zeus rubbed his temples, Poseidon sank in his seat, closing his eyes momentarily, the gods doing the same. Aphrodite looked at herself in her mirror, messing around with her hair as she kissed the mirror, staining it red with her lipstick, before she put it away. She seems to be in a good mood, despite the fact that her daughter died, Annabeth thought bitterly before Zeus spoke.
"I would like to thank you all for saving Olympus," Zeus began but he seemed to stutter each word out. "So, the gods and I have decided to grant each of you a wish. May Thalia Grace, my daughter, step forward."
Hesitantly, Thalia stepped up before bowing in front of her father.
"I wish to not have a wish, Father." Zeus rose an eyebrow.
"Being in the Hunt is good enough for me," Thalia looked at Artemis who smiled at her.
"Alright then. May Perseus Jackson, hero of Olympus and son of Poseidon, step forward." Still devoid of emotion, Percy stepped up, bowing.
"Perseus, it is with great honour that we offer you to become immortal." Percy shook his head.
"I don't wish to be immortal,"
Zeus was taken aback. Who wouldn't take up the offer of being immortal?
"No? Well, we can't have you leaving Olympus empty handed. What is it you want, boy?"
Percy hesitated.
"Well?" Zeus pressed.
"I want Luke back."