AN: Judging from the title, who do you think will be in this chapter? Doesn't matter, does it, since you'll be reading it anyway just below. Also, I rewrote Hunting the Huntress, so check that out. I replaced gangbangs with tentacles... khkhkh.

Time: A Day Later

"Where are you taking me, Thals?" Percy called out to the hyperactive daughter of Zeus who was tugging him along.

Why were the girls so eager to spend time with him?

"Shut up and follow me, Jackson!" She called out indignantly, tugging harder. "It's a surprise! In case you couldn't tell!"

Oh no, Percy could tell that it was a surprise alright, as he stumbled over another... something on the sidewalk, cursing the blindfold. He could almost hear the silent chuckles of the passers-by, turning his head to glare at them, despite the blindfold.

What resulted was just a scary facial expression, which was still enough to do the trick, as they scurried along.

He had no idea what was happening, except the fact that he regretted inviting Thalia on a date.

He had stumbled up that morning, and after checking in with Calypso to see that she was alright from the previous day's passionate fucking, he had moved to invite Thalia on a date.

He regretted it the instant she excitedly rushed back to her room, ignoring the jealous stares of all the others who could catch onto what he had just asked her.

He wondered where they were going, but judging from the smells and sounds around him, they were somewhere in downtown Manhattan.

"It'll be sooooo good! I have been planning for this day for ages, and I have even confirmed everything via Iris Messaging, and arranged everything..." Thalia went on excitedly, making Percy smile as he took note of her softer, girly side shining through her usually tough exterior, excited just for a simple date.

He stumbled over something again, his attention broken from the girl's cute rambling as he tried to catch his balance. "Thalia, slow down! I just keep... fucking stumbling over every single fucking thing in this shitty little sidewalk!"

He could almost feel several glares pointed at him from Ogygia after his cursing.

He sighed, looking up towards the sky, though he could not see, nor feel anything over the steady humdrum and bustling of shitty city life and daily commuters racing to get everywhere on time, their tight little schedules packed as tight as humanly possible.

The dust stung his skin slightly, drying his lips and messing up his already messed up hair. He could feel the dryness on his tongue- and the urge to spit out the dust in his mouth was becoming too tempting. These things never happened with sand on the beach! He felt a cool bead of sweat roll down his forehead from the heat of the city, a stuffy, depressing heat unlike the temperature back on Ogygia's untouched, tropical climate.

He wondered about the quaint little town he had been to with Hestia, after Annabeth, a town whose name he never knew. He wondered if one day, it would be like this- downtown Manhattan Version 2.0.

This time, he wore much lighter clothes, just a long-sleeved black t-shirt- Amon Amarth this time- and slightly ripped skinny jeans with casual black and red sneakers. The clothes hugged his body snugly, showing off his well-defined muscles while hiding most of his scars, and everyone had complimented his new look. He had a two-day-old stubble darkening his chin and well-defined jaw again, and his eyes shined with a newfound enthusiasm about everything that he had denied for so long.

It might have been because of a new set of dog tags hanging around his neck like he was some old Marine. He had a bronze dog tag for each dead loved one, and one for the unknown soldier. Artemis had almost cried when he showed her the one engraved with Zoë Nightshade's name, just beside a special silver tag for the unknown Huntress.

And in the middle of it all, was a gold tag for Annabeth.

He could see Calypso smiling at him from the background. The fact that the dog tags had just mysteriously turned up the day after he had taken her shopping... was not suspicious, nope, not at all.

Tearing his thoughts from his new favourite accessory, he strained his ears to listen to whatever Thalia was going on about at that time, her ADHD already visible.

Percy was no better, however, as he moved from Thalia's voice to picturing her in his mind.

He could perfectly conjure the clothes that she had been wearing that morning, and that was in no way because of how cute or sexy she looked at that time. Nope.

Percy just had a good memory.

Thalia was wearing one of his stolen shirts, which had been disappearing from all over the house and turning up in other bedrooms, stolen right from his closet.

This one was one of his LA Lakers Kobe Bryant jerseys, with the golden number twenty-four proudly displayed on the purple fabric. She looked beautiful and angelic wearing the late Bryant's jersey, almost swallowed and lost in the overflowing sea of purple fabric that was needed for Percy's problematically tall frame.

Her shiny, silky black hair was messy and sticking up in a couple of places, the ideal picture of a cute bedhead, somehow different from the twins' and his own, perennially messy raven hair. Her neon blue highlights stood out in the black mane of her hair's soft curls. falling in a gentle cascade till her shoulders. Shy, nervous electric blue eyes darted away from his dark assertive sea green, refusing to look anywhere near him. The jersey was too large for her, hanging crooked on her body, and exposing her creamy shoulders and slender, smooth arms. The flawless pale skin of her cheeks, shoulders and ears tinged pink as she tried to ignore his wandering eyes, her small hands clasping the steaming mug of morning coffee. Percy watched as her perfect, full pink lips sipped at the black coffee, making a cute liquid moustache. He wondered how her lips would taste, how her undoubtedly delicious tits, tight virgin pussy, would taste.

The thought sent him crazy.

Her large, perfectly round tits did the majority of the work preventing the jersey from completely sliding off her body, jiggling and bouncing gently with every breath she took and treating him to an eyeful of her smooth, inviting cleavage. Percy carefully noted that she was not wearing any bra, and that her nipples stood erect, poking through the thin purple fabric of his jersey. Her impressive rack accentuated her toned stomach and slim waist, and Percy carefully eyed her clothed ass, at least what he could see. Her black panties were peeking out from underneath his jersey, almost invisible and making it look as if she wasn't wearing any underwear.

The son of Poseidon growled in his throat as he felt the forever hungry lion roar, forcibly stifling his predatory urges. Thalia's smooth palm clasped tightly around his wrist, tugging urgently as she tried to guide his blindfolded ass as well as she could.

"Well, where are we going?"

There was no response.

"How long till we actually reach there?"

He got a solid answer this time, though it wasn't what he was expecting. "We are standing in front of it right now."

"Ooh." He answered like a wonderstruck kid as he listened to Thalia's footsteps, slightly muffled on what he assumed was a carpet or a welcome mat, or something.

"There is a door here." She warned, and Percy reached out with his hand to feel the glass door, pushing it open as he stepped inside, followed by the daughter of Zeus. By the way the door made no noise at all, he surmised that this place was either new, or godly.

"Well, it's both." Two voices answered, as if reading his thoughts.

One of them was, of course, the daughter of Zeus hanging off his arm. The other, was a familiar tone that he had long come to see as a little brother.

"Neeks! What are you doing here?" Percy jumped up, tearing his blindfold off.

Not taking another look at his surroundings, he rushed to scoop up the introverted son of Hades in a tight hug.

He squirmed in Percy's tight grasp, "Let me go, Percy!"

The son of Poseidon laughed, letting him go just as Thalia resumed her potion by his side, her arms immediately going around his elbow so that she could hug his side.

"Where's Will, my gay little cinnamon roll?" Percy teased.

"Here I am!" Another voice called out, and Percy saw a mess of blonde hair moving between some boxes further along. "Just give me a minute, I'll be with you in a sec!"

"What are you doing, anyway?" Percy asked, shuffling over curiously.

"You mean Thalia hasn't told you why she has brought you here?"

"Nope, if she had told, I wouldn't have asked, now, would I?" He turned to stare at Thalia, ignoring how Nico had attached himself to his other side almost as needily as the daughter of Zeus.

She had the Grace (lmao) to blush at Percy's piercing gaze, before averting her eyes. "Ni- Nico and Will have just set up this shop in the mortal world, and they want us to be their first customers."

Percy whistled. "Sweet, now what is this shop? What are you selling?"

Nico glared at Thalia for calling their enterprise a mere shop, hugging Percy tighter. He ignored the pink blush on his cheeks as he felt Percy's well-defined muscles. "It is a tattoo parlour, not a shop, unlike what someone suggests."

Percy's eyes widened, before he let out an excited whoop. "A tattoo parlour! Why wasn't I informed of this earlier?"

"We wanted it to be a surprise, Jackson," Thalia explained softly.

"And the shop has not even opened. We aren't set up for a few more days, and Thalia called us today morning out of the blue telling us to prepone the date." He shot her another look.

"Yup, and that's why I'm searching in the boxes for the proper equipment," Will explained.

"How does it work?" Percy asked, wandering over to the blonde son of Apollo... or was it Asteria now?

Percy's cheeks heated as he realized he was probably Will's dad. Forcing down the blush, he concentrated on his explanation.

"We can provide both sorts of tattoos- mortal and godly. As you can probably see, we are set up in the mortal world, so we will need mortal tattoo equipment. It consists of-"

Percy cut him off, not interested in the details. "How are mortal tattoos different from immortal ones?"

"Well, for beginners, immortal tattooing is something that we developed only recently, with help from Leo and his dad, Hephaestus. It does not require anything other than the regular equipment used for mortal tattoos, but we use a mixture of coloured nectar to paint the skin. Also, it does not hurt, obviously, and it never fades or anything, always staying as vibrant as when you first get it. Besides, it does not need any special care, even when you first get it. If you want moving tattoos, you need to pay extra... but since you two are our first customers, we are doing it for free."

"Not free, remember? Thalia said she will be... paying us with a coveted item." Nico shot a meaningful look at the daughter of Zeus attached to Percy's other side, and she crossed her heart in the typical mortal way. "I swear on my life that I've got it, and will pay you... as long as you don't mess up my tattoo. I don't care about Jackson's."

Percy pouted at her as the rest cracked up at his expense. Their laughter was cut short, however, by Will's shout of exhilaration.

"Aha! Finally got it!" He emerged from the pile of boxes scattered in the room, waving a pamphlet victoriously.

"What is that?" Percy eyed it suspiciously.

Will looked solemn. "You remember the time when you told Annabeth that you wanted to get tattoos to cover up the scars? Yeah, she started maintaining a notebook where she drew designs for your tattoos along with notes."

"How did YOU get it?" Percy asked, and he could not but let a bit of hostility creep into his voice.

"Malcolm found it in a loose floorboard beneath Annabeth's bed at her Cabin. Seems like she was keeping it in utmost secrecy to surprise you. But long story short, Malcolm gave it to Nico, who had been at Camp during that time, telling him to deliver it to you. But we were setting up a tattoo parlour, so it was a nice coincidence..."

Percy turned to stare at Nico. "Why didn't you inform me immediately?"

"Leave him alone, Jackson. He contacted me with the idea, and I gave him the green signal. If you want to pick fights, then pick it up with me." Thalia defended Nico from their mutual crush, not wanting the insecure son of Hades to feel depressed.

He stared at them for a moment, with an unreadable expression.

'This would've been what Annabeth wanted.'

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, his fingers counting to ten.

Before blinding them all with a brilliant smile. "Beautiful! Magnifico! Ecstatic!"

Needless to say, Thalia saw through his false facade and blinding smile, but wisely, decided to stay quiet.

When Nico and Will were busying themselves with arranging everything, she stood quietly beside the tall son of Poseidon, subdued. Her soft hand soon found Percy's rough, calloused paw, and squeezed softly.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm sorry, Percy." She smiled sadly at him.

"I don't care."

"I know you do. I-I thought-"

He cut her off, presenting her with his sexiest smirk. "I said I don't care because you're getting punished tonight anyway."

Leaving Thalia spluttering indignantly with a blush on her face and soaked panties, he moved to where Will and Nico were.

"Lie here, Percy." Will gestured to a small black bed, like the ones found in clinics.

"Take your shirt off first," Nico stated the more pressing issue first, and the three other occupants of the room snapped to attention.

Percy's cheeks heated at the attention he was receiving, uncomfortable especially from the unwavering, lustful stare of the two males in the room.

Concentrating on Thalia to distract himself from the gay couple crushing on him, he winked teasingly at her, making her cheeks heat up further as she remembered his words. Her luscious thighs rubbed together to stave off the lustful fire growing in her crotch.

Percy took off his shirt finally, leaning back slightly as he decided to give everyone in the room a good show. His tanned golden skin, slightly glistening with sweat, accentuated his well-defined muscles, sculpted out of what seemed like solid bronze. His abs strained and flexed, his broad, muscle packed chest put to full view of the people in the room. Disregarding the intricate map of scars crisscrossing his chest, his smooth skin was unblemished and flawless. Several purple love bites marked his upper body, a few even marking his abs and toned biceps, on the verge of fading. The sexy look of the Dark god was completed by the bronze, silver and gold dog tags jingling around his neck, the Camp necklace also fused with the dog tags.

Will and Nico joined Thalia in ogling the perfect masculine specimen standing exposed before them, sporting raging hard-on and a wet cunt for the Dark god.

"You need to leave your pants, too." Nico's shaky voice sent everyone's faces a few degrees warmer.

Forty minutes later, Percy was lying on his back, as Will did the tattoos on his back. True to his word, the tattoos did not hurt, but they had barely progressed, and Percy felt like it would be a long day.

The reason?

Both Will and Nico were barely doing their jobs, instead, they were busy groping and massaging Percy's toned muscles and feeling him up. At that rate, he felt like he was in a massage parlour, and not getting tattoos.

Thalia mirrored his naked state, her ample breasts pressed against the bed in a delicious pile of soft, milky flesh. Her privates were covered with a towel as Nico worked on a tattoo on her thigh and waist, going right up till her shoulders and covering her back. It was one of those intricate patterns that Percy could never discern looked more like a bird or a flower.

"Stop ogling Jackson, and pay attention to my tattoo, Nico! If it's messed up or not up to the mark, I'll not be paying you a single shit!" Thalia cursed for what was, like the thirtieth time.

The homosexual introvert blushed at being caught checking out the Dark god's toned ass, and instead diverted his attention to what he was doing, feeling immensely jealous of his boyfriend.

Percy went back to staring at Thalia's naked form, ignoring Will's wandering hands or Nico's wandering eyes that left him feeling exposed, instead concentrating on Thalia's wandering eyes that checked out every inch of his naked body.

It was almost seven hours later that he finally sat up, having finished all of his tattoos. Thalia had finished long ago, only having gotten a single tattoo, and she was busy ogling him again, having dressed herself. Her pair of electric blue eyes were joined by a pair of dark eyes of the son of Hades sitting beside her.

After immense pleading, Nico had been allowed to help Will tattoo Percy, but he had been more of a hindrance with his constantly wandering hands that tried to grope even his most private areas, and had been forced to sit beside Thalia. The two, however, shared the same thoughts, of being pounded to oblivion by Percy and his horsecock.

Nico had briefly entertained the idea of showing Thalia his collection of Percy Jackson merchandise and porn pics, but then thought better of it, sure that she had an even more impressive collection of merchandise, including limited edition items.

After all, she was his soon-to-be lover.

Percy's eyes watered at all the carefully thought out tattoos that his beautiful Annabeth had painstakingly drawn up for him. The constellation Huntress joined Charles and Silena on his biceps, Blackjack rearing on his ribs and a dragon spread over his chest. His abs were covered with intricate floral designs sprouting from the dragon's wings. In the original plans, each petal contained a name of a friend or family. Will kept it as it is, instead expanding on the idea to draw a Phoenix on the other side of his ribs, opposite Blackjack. The wings of the Phoenix wrapped around his shoulder, ending just above his heart, right between the jaws of the dragon on his chest. Each fiery feather contained the name of a harem member, including those of Asteria, Nyx, Nemesis, Eris and Styx. The feather right on the tip of its wing, between the jaws of the dragon and right over his heart, carried the name Annabeth Chase, always the first love.

Right above his waist, Will improvised a picture of a trident along his spine, crossed by Anaklusmos and Doomslayer. On his left calf, there was the Sabaton crest standing proud and bright, with each gold rivet looking real. And on his right calf, his preferred foot, he had, obviously, a Cristiano Ronaldo tattoo. It showed the Portuguese GOAT in his classic 'Si' position, right after scoring a goal, with his head turned to the right. On his jerseys, just like Percy had told her once, were the digits 'CR700'.

All these were just the tip of the iceberg.

But the one that really brought tears to his eyes was on the last page. Annabeth had included several notes in her beautiful cursive handwriting that looked like small divine pearls in the mundane plain white of the paper, and though Percy could not read the writing thanks to his dyslexia, he spent some time touching the words written in her flawless hand, just remembering.

On the last page, she had put a handprint, dipping her hand in ink so that every line, every curve of her soft palm was visible. Percy remembered her gentle touch vividly, and he also remembered the week when he had incessantly teased her for the ink-stained palm. It had been the month before she died.

Will had perfectly copied her handprint on his back, but with his own genius twist.

He had drawn a beautiful barn owl, captured midflight, with bright gold plumage the exact shade of Annabeth's bright blonde hair. It was wearing a cute little CHB t-shirt, a Yankees baseball cap askew on its head. The handprint was drawn like the rising sun above the barn owl in flight. Clutched in its talons were the words 'Forever yours, my Wise Girl.'

Percy would have broken down and cried right then and there, but there were other times to show emotion and weakness.

Right then, looking at the shit-eating grins on everyone's faces, he could not bring himself to ruin the moment, unable to resist the temptation of showing his gratitude to those who had forever etched Annabeth's metaphorical touch on his body.

So he waltzed up to Thalia, and scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather from the barn owl on his back.

The kiss that they shared was probably the most passionate Percy would ever give or had given, making the daughter of Zeus' toes curl in pleasure as she moaned in wanton lust and bubbling love, and making Percy fear that she had just orgasmed from the kiss.

Nico waved his arms frantically. "Oh my God! Oh my God! It's happening, everyone stay calm! Percy's dishing out free kisses."

"Piss off, Nico. I'm next in line to be kissed by Percy." Will shoved his shorter boyfriend playfully as he eagerly waited for his kiss.

Their eagerness for Percy's kiss was as genuine as they came.

AN: You should thank me, because I sacrificed watching the HOT Spain vs Croatia match so that you could get this chapter today. Now, anyway, things are going off to extra time, it seems, so see ya! The Spanish own goal tho! Lmao.

Also, do you want some Solangelo smut for a bonus chapter? Don't worry, Nico and Will won't find their way into the harem, but... yeah, do you want to see a bonus chapter with Percy/Nico/Will smut? Or only Solangelo smut?

Also, what... 'item' do you think Thalia is paying Nico with? I would tell you if I knew... but unfortunately, I don't know what the author has planned, so we'll just have to wait patiently and see in the next chapter.

Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)