In which I dabble with drabble
Lercy-The Final Stand- A/U- Titan Victory
The gods were in Tartarus, as well as humanity's hope. Just the way Kronos planned.
And so the final fight, Percy against Luke, good against evil, which is which, is your opinion.
Percy knew a part of him was torn when he heard his Dad's moan as he was cast into the endless pit. But he wasn't prepared for the final hit. His confidence, his courage, everything he knew a hero should have, died when Olympus' was in shatters.
It also didn't help when he realized everyone was dead or on the thread of death. Including Annabeth. It held onto him, clinging to him. It made his heart heavy, and he hated that.
And so, Perseus, the once great hero crumbled to the floor, as Luke struck him with the stealth of Backbiter. It didn't really cut him, just knock him and his willpower down.
Luke grinned evilly at the sight. "Just kill me now, I don't care anymore. He held onto Riptide, and willed it to become a pen again. He let it just rest in his palm, stroking its shiny metal.
Kronos' vessel cocked his head to the side, genuinely was surprised. "Is this really Perseus? The supposedly hero of Olympus?" challenged Luke. Percy coughed a laugh. "Just kill me." He repeated, looking up into Luke's eyes, his own already clouded with tears.
Luke bit his lip, drew Backbiter, Brought it up, admired the gleam and struck it down. Only to stop a millimeter away from the younger hero's heart. He couldn't do it. "I know you enjoy my paitn, just end it. End my pain. My mom, Annabeth, everyone was counting on me. And I failed. I won't be able to live with myself anyways."
The son of Hermes continued to stare at him, not believing that this was still Percy. His Percy would fight back and kick his ass into the next Eon. This just wasn't like him. His hand was still there with Backbiter, frozen as Kronos urged him to listen and obey Percy's pleas.
But Luke couldn't do it.
Percy sighed in aggravation and Luke had a spark of hope. He willed Riptide into a sword and Luke's spirits heightened a bit. The young hero used his blade to knock Luke's blade away and Luke was happy. He thought the old Percy was back. Far from it.
"Goodbye Luke" murmured Percy as he struck himself.
Luke's eyes widened. He took Riptide out of his cut, wincing as he saw blood and he pressed his ear to Percy's heart. It beat once, skipped a beat, beat again and stopped.
Hermes's pride and joy froze up. He stared into Percy's lifeless eyes, and saw a single tear drop out. He pressed his finger, caught it and put it in his lips. It tasted like sadness.
And sad he was. With a howl of pain, Luke killed himself as long as Kronos. His final thought was 'I'll die with you, Percy. Sorry.'
Aporcy- Fate's Grudge(Past Hyacinthus/Apollo)
Apollo sighed as he reached down in his garden to stroke the petals of the Hyacinth petals. His sacred flower. "How are you Hyacinth, my love?"
With an empty sigh, Apollo got up to touch the Cypress tree's large bough. "And you? I will forever remember your tears, brave hero."
The sunny god's love life never worked out, especially since the lightning thief turned out to be the reincarnation of Hyacinthus. His flower.
Only this time, Hyacinthus/Percy didn't want him back. Yet Percy had the same long, curly, black hair with large green eyes with gold specks in side.
The personality was the same as well. Outgoing, peaceful, laid-back, funny, sarcastic and loyal. But the memories weren't there. And Apollo missed those memories.
And Percy wasn't his anymore. He let Hyacinthus go, but how can you let someone go if he was never yours? But why does it hurt just as bad?
I guess it was Fates' grudge against Apollo ever since he started meddling with Aphrodite.
Pera? Hercy again? I don't know. (Hera/Percy)- Consciousness
There was a reason why Hera hated Annabeth. Not only did she dare disrespect her, but she held the heart of Percy.
After she sent those digestively challenged cows to her, she felt good.
After she rigged her shoes to lead her off a cliff, she felt good.
After she turned her into a centipede, she felt good.
But she didn't feel good when Percy was there with her, making hamburgers with those cows, and wiping the 'fertilizer' off her shoes, face, etc.
But she didn't feel good when Percy held her back from jumping off the cliff. How Percy hugged her back and sliced through the girl's faded sneakers.
And she definitely did not feel good when Percy was the one who ran to the Hecate cabin, used the last of his allowance to buy her the remedy potion and feed it to her from his fingers.
It did not feel good at all, and Hera knows why.
Cause she loved Percy.
But she did not have a conscious, and thought everything she did was right, but it wasn't.
Ethaco (Nico/Ethan)- Better than revenge
Ethan's mom was the god of revenge. He understood that, revenge is not 'getting back at each other', but rather 'fighting for equality'. It was quite different if you thought about it.
Nico also understood that, the only one who did. Ethan understood how it was like to lose someone dear to him. The only one who understood truly how it was like for you to feel completely alone, to feel absolutely in pain. Nico found comfort in Ethan and vice versa.
No one could compare to Nico in Ethan's eyes, and no one could compare in Nico's eyes. They were made for each other. The Fate's tied them up, and they couldn't be happier. The world was at chaos, from the second titan war. Ethan reversed into the good side of the boat after the labyrinth, and fought well for Camp Half-Blood.
All because of a certain black haired boy.
He didn't care about his mother's equality anymore. Because Nico is sweeter than revenge.
Lercy- So Sorry
Percy carefully took out another textbook from his locker, hoping not to draw too much attention to himself. Obviously not the case.
As soon as Percy closed his locker, Luke, his bully was in his face. Percy's eye's widened as he took a step back, Luke mimicked him.
Ever since Luke found out he was gay, he has been making fun of poor Percy.
"Hey fag!" spat Luke.
Percy looked up in fear, "Stop! Go away!"
Luke laughed. "Why? Fag? You're gayer than Lindsay Lohan!"
Percy flinched away from him. "Get away from me!" Percy shouted.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, faggot!"
Percy pushed him. "Ha! Why don't you just rape me, fag?" Luke teases before punching Percy square in the nose.
The younger boy froze, blood streaming out of his nose, and he collapsed.
Luke never actually hit him. It was always verbal abuse.
Never this.
Luke's eyes widened, he pulled Percy into his lap, wiped away the blood, and kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry. So sorry.
A/N: Curse my writer's block!