In which I Dabble with Drabble
A/n- I'm also 'dabbling' with writing in first person, so bare with me. :)
Lercy- Jelousy
I'm Hermes' son. Whether I like it or not is a different matter.)
Anyways, I'm Hermes' son. All of Hermes' children are selfish, lying cheaters. I was no exception.
Percy is mine. He might not know it yet but... But that doesn't matter!
Call me selfish or whatever but he belongs to me and I AM NOT SHARING!
And Nico DiAngelo will not steal MY Percy's heart.
What is he, a son of Hermes? No. He's the son of the big-bad-Hades.(Insert-scary-Ground Rumble) Sorry Uncle Hades!
Okay, okay, I know he's like ten or whatever, and your reading my thoughts thinking I'm a crazy-possessive-twenty-year-old-who-still-lives-with-his-mother typer person, BUT I'M NOT!
Fine, maybe I am, BUT I DO NOT LIVE WITH MY MOM!
Now to take action. I scrummaged around my brother Travis' bag looking for his crazy arrow. Gotcha!
I looked outside and saw Nico and Percy talking. I almost growled. Almost.
I pulled it down my bow, and let it fly. Bingo! Right in his chest.
Percy looked down at the unconscious douche-Sorry I mean Nico. -Puts on a cheesy innocent smile while batting my eyelashes-
Percy poked Nico then discovered the crazy arrow. He followed the direction that it came from, and locked eyes with me. It must of been pretty obvious considering I was the one with the box still in my hand and looking like a smirking Had-I meant Harpy.
He picked up Nico and I literally felt a pang of jealousy in my heart. He gave him to Will from the Apollo cabin and marched up to me. Crap! I quickly hid the bow behind my back, leaned up against the tree and whistled a tune from 'Titanic' innocently.
"Luke! I knew you were jealous, but really! A crazy arrow!" Percy yelled at me.
I blinked. How'd he know?
I guess I must've said that aloud because he answered, "You think I don't notice possesive arm around my waist all the time? You think I don't notice you glaring at Nico? Luke! He's just a kid!"
I blushed and muttered a sorry.
"Apology accepted, bastard" With that, he leaned up and kissed me.
Dercy?( I don't know what to call Dionysus/Percy, sorry)- Better Stars- One sided
'It was always the best heroes' thought Dionysus as he longingly stared out of his office window at Percy.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, tired. Aphrodite had cursed Dionysus when he had made her pregnant with Priapus. Because Hera had cursed Priapus, he was very ugly, which made Aphrodite look like a whore. Not that she wasn't. She just blames in on her 'Never-the-same-boy-twice' disease.
He opened the window and called out to Percy. "Perry Johnson! Get away from my children!"
"My name is not Perry Johnson! I saved your lazy butt from Tartarus and you still don't remember my name!" He growled at the Wine God.
"Oh I'm sorry Perry! I meant Peter Johnson!" Dionysus called back with a bored face. But really his heart was aching. He wouldn't remember his name, he doesn't want to. He refuses to accept his exsistance, because well, he was a demigod. And demigods will get arrogant and move to better stars in the sky. Just like his plan.
It doesn't meant Dionysus couldn't dream. It didn't mean he couldn't pretend. But that was all he could do. Live in a world of pretend with his Percy.
Hercy- Exception
He was always on the move. Always. One side of him might be sleeping, but the other one would be running across the world or rooting for one of his -many- children while they win the olympics.
He loved the future, he is the god of prophecies after all. He loved inventions, technology, and anything else. Hades, he practically lived in the future!
He never waited for anyone, or anything. He was a lone god, meaning one of the 'bachelor gods' along with Apollo and Ares. But, since they were uh, what do the youngsters say these days? Together? Yes. That's it. Together. They ditched him. And he was lonely.
So he was all alone most of the day.
Which left him great time to pull pranks, they don't call him the god of mischief or nothing! He always had a back-up plan. He never not had one. It was one of his -very few, mind you! Hey that rhymed! That would make a great poe- AH! I'm turning into Apollo!- rules he never broke.
He was nicknamed the 'ADHD God' because he was a very jumpy person. One second he was talking about foot-races then the next second he was talking about a bird. Very strange indeed. He was always talking about something, anything, really.
But after all that, something magical is over Hermes, but only when he's with his lover. Only then.
For once, he would stop moving, curl up around Percy and sleep- well, as asleep as a god can get.
For once, he stayed in the moment, and talked to his lover. Only then did he only care about the present.
For once, he waited. He loved Percy, like legit loved, and would wait the world for him. But only for Percy.
For once, he wasn't alone. He felt loved. He especially felt it when he was being surrounded my his love's warmth. But only for Percy did his heart swell for.
For once, he didn't need to use a back-up plan. He didn't care about the future, because he knew his future was good, with Percy, they could be in Tartarus, and they would still be swell. He just gave their futures to the green, bony, wart covered hand of the Fates. And he didn't care one bit.
For once, he settled down. He didn't care for anything but Percy, and he was happy. But only with Percy.
For once, he was at peace, for once he felt loved, for once he felt Aphrodite's blessing upon him.
For once, Hermes was in real love. All be cause of Percy. He was still a egotistic god, and only cared about his happiness. But Percy was an exception.
Lercy vs. Lukabeth- Dilemma
I was considered a lucky man. I had a gorgeous girlfriend, my Olympian parent talked to me, I was popular, a good swordsman, so I guess I am lucky.
But there was a fine line between 'Lucky' and 'Happy'.
I was lucky, but not happy.
Why? Because I can't choose between to of the most important people to me.
His sea green eyes, long eyelashes, curly unruly hair and beautiful smile.
I only met him this summer, and I think I'm in love. My heart beats harder whenever he's around, and his smile makes my heart melt.
Then, there's Annabeth. Now, me and her go WAY back. Like six years ago, back. When She, Thalia and I ran away from home together and made it to camp. We camped together, fought together, shared together and cared together. We loved each other like a family, and maybe we were a family since all of out old families were gone. But maybe that's all I think of her as, 'family'.
But I never seen her so damn happy. Like, literally every time I come into the room or something, her eyes would light up all Christmas tree like and make me feel guilty for even thinking about Percy. It felt like I was cheating.
Why are girls so complicated?
So, if I do dump Annabeth for Percy, that would be heaven, er- I mean still a lot of problems for Percy and I.
See, Annabeth is pretty sensitive under the whole 'I don't give a damn' façade.
And pretty much all the camp knows that. And if we get together, we'll look pretty bad. So which one should I chose? Annabeth's happiness or mine? My reputation or my happiness?
I was getting dizzy just thinking about it, so I stopped thinking about this heart-shattering dilemma and just let the Fates take care of it.
Pemeter? (Demeter/Percy)- Grief Brings Happiness and Hope
The Earth was barren. It was a cold, miserable planet in the winter months. Of course, some plants and trees still lived on because of Demeter's pity.
Demeter was in mourning, and the Earth mourned with her.
Her beautiful Kore was with that… that… Demon! Demeter could think of much worse names for the fiend, but that seemed most fit.
Her daughter was now Persephone, for when she got married to the King of the Shadow puppets,- um, she means King of the Shadows, she wasn't a maiden anymore. So Kore was an unfitting name now.
But to the goddess of agriculture, she will always be Kore, her maiden.
So in the winter months, she suffered. Her once beautiful corn braided hair had become unruly and tangled. Her once sky-blue eyes turned a faded color, like fading denim jeans. But she didn't care.
To her, all that mattered was Persephone. Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, month by month, she started tearing apart.
That is, until she met a young demigod. And that demigod's name is Percy.
He held her through her tears and wiped them. Demeter would rest her head on the hero's chest and cry until her eyes gave out.
Most of the time though, Percy eased the pain. Took some away.
He showed her how to have a good time, it felt new to her, but she loved it. It was very fun. They played discus, planted deciduous plants for the winter, and she felt happy again.
Now, Percy couldn't take the pain away, he could ease it though. He could take some away, but not all. Now the pain was bearable.
He couldn't replace Persephone, and he never could but Demeter didn't want him as a child. Demeter wanted and has him as a lover. And she was happy.
Not only did he show her how to have fun, he taught her that grief brings happiness and hope. Her grief for Persephone gave her Percy, a gift from the Fates, I suppose. And Percy was her happiness and hope, making those hard winter and fall months bearable.
And for the first time in her everlasting life, she thanked Hades for stealing her Kore. For her sorrow brought her Percy.
Pethena? Percy/Athena
She was a goddess. She was to be looked up to, held in admiration, fear and awe. She was the star that lit up the darkness that was humanity. She liked it- no loved it that way.
After all, she was a god. And gods were possessive, conceited and shallow. She was no exception.
She and everyone else thought she didn't have feelings, emotions, whatever you want to call them.
But she made up for that in unmistakable beauty. Even if she was the goddess of wisdom and strategy didn't mean she wasn't vain. Remember the judgment of Paris?
She hated Hera and Aphrodite. Aphrodite was a self-absorbed, vain, cheating hellcat.
And Hera! Athena's fists clenched even at the thought of the virago. How many times has Hera tried sending me to Tartarus? Athena couldn't count.
All three of them were possessive and selfish.
Then, the young upstart Percy Jackson refuses godhood, which makes Athena dislike him more and more.
But why does she feel jealous and upset when she sees him and her daughter together? What were those feelings?
It aggravated her to no end watching them interact.
So she decides that she has to express that thought.
"Perseus!" She called for the half-blood at the Olympus Victory Banquet.
He cringed when he heard which made the frown on the goddess' face deepen.
"Y-yes Lady Athena?" he stuttered
"I do not approve of your relationship with my daughter." She stated plain and clear.
He looked as if he was slapped across the face. "And?" He asked bluntly.
"And? You dare spea-" She was cut off.
"You dare speak so disrespectfully to a god? We will and can incinerate you puny mortal life" he yawned and stretched, "I've talked to Zues and put up with Dionysus, you gotta do better than that." And with that, Percy was gone, leaving a very flabbergasted goddess behind.
Why did she feel this way?
Why did her heart just speed up?
What hold does this ignorant youth have over her?
When was the last time she felt like this? Eons ago. With Odysseus.
And she loved this feeling, she walked into her room, lost in thought.
Unnoticed by her, Aphrodite was smiling eerily at her son Eros.
A/N: Okay! Phew! Sorry bout the unoriginal-ness or whatevers. Drop a review, why don't cha.
I worked hard, -cough cough-