You all know the drill so let's get into the story. Also sorry if some chapters seem shorter than others but it's like that sometimes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any of the characters.
Percy pov
Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with him? I mean, I understand what's wrong and why, but why?
He needs therapy, he needs medical attention, and he needs someone better at this than me. Yet, the idea of him being with someone else made my blood boil. And I don't know why. But if he wasn't going to get help willingly then what can I do?
"Let me get this straight, if I asked you for anything, in exchange for my silence, you have to give it to me." I hissed, shocked. Luke nodded. Anything huh? An idea came to mind.
"I want you," I said firmly. Blue eyes go wide and the blonde son of Hermes takes a step back, but I already made my decision. "You said anything I wanted. Well, what I want is you. You do what I say and want, whenever I say it or want it, however, I say it or want it, and the only way the gods will find out about you is if they look for you themselves." Why am I doing this? This is fucked up but I can't help myself. It's like something inside of me took over at that moment. A very dangerous side. Luke, however, looked at me with growing horror and desperation as he began to shake.
"I- I didn't mean- yeah I said anything but- Percy please you can't be serious-" He stutters nervously as thunder begins rumbling above us.
"No, you said anything and I chose you. Let me put it as simply as this. You are now my war prize. Anything I say is the law. You either become mine or I hand you over to the gods. You pick."
It was a terrible choice between the two. I just told him he was to either be my bitch after he was held hostage and tortured by some psychopaths or let Zeus and the others do whatever they want to do with him. I know Hermes will try to help him but he can only do so much.
His voice broke as he whispered, "I choose you."
My eyebrows shoot up. "What did you say?" I pressed.
"I choose you. To- to be yours." Luke resigned. I, however, grin. But I know he can break out so I needed a way to keep him with me.
"If that is true then repeat after me," I said to him. I remember the Hunter of Artemis vow and decided to rearrange it a little to fit me. "'I, state your name, hereby swear on the river that I pledge myself to Perseus Jackson. He is now my master and I am his to do whatever he sees fit. '' I watched as his already pale skin turned paler but he swallowed back his pride.
"I, Luke Castellan, hereby swear on the river Styx that I pledge myself to Perseus Jackson. He is now my master and I am his to do whatever he sees fit to do with me."
The sky rumbled. The oath is made. He is mine now. That is when he finally breaks down and begins crying as what just happened hits us both. Shock and horror crawled up my spine. What have I done? I was just a damaged and broken man who had been beaten, tortured, and almost raped to swear himself to be my servant just so the gods can't help him. What is Hades wrong with me? I turned my gaze to him.
"Why," He whispered, staring at me, his body still shaking. I do know how to answer him as he looked me in the eye and asked again. "Why would you do this?"
I honestly don't know, but I opened my mouth anyway and forced myself to talk.
"Because you need help. Whether you like it or not you will get it." My heart was pounding vicously. What the hell is wrong with me? "You need medical attention. Right now we are going to the hospital to see if there is any permanent nerve damage done to your body."
"No, I am not." Luke protested stubbornness in his voice. Does he want to fight me on this? Rage filled my veins.
"Yes, you are. This is not up for discussion. You are going to get in the truck and be quiet," He went to say something but I beat him to it. "That is an order, Luke."
I watched as his body tensed up but he went quiet. Imagine my surprise and horror as I watched him nod obediently and began to head to the truck. I swallowed the lump in my throat, grabbed my keys, and followed him out. We got into the truck and began heading to the nearest hospital. As I pulled off the forest track onto the road, the silence finally got to the both of us.
"Was this your plan?" He hissed. I said nothing. "The second you saw me, did you intend to make me your servant?"
"No, it was not. I knew you couldn't get help and you wouldn't ask for it willingly. Not to mention what would happen when the gods found out you're alive again. And have been for a while. The only reason they haven't is because of the Giant War. but now that everything is starting to calm down, they are bound to figure it out. Thanatos is probably looking for lost souls right now." I tried to explain my reasoning to him (and myself actually if I am being honest).
"Percy, the way you said the entire oath sounded like you did it before." He accused. I don't blame him. It felt like I did. But I barely remember doing it. Instinct took over when I said it.
"Honestly there is nothing I can say to you to make sense of what I did because I don't know why I did it either," I admitted as I pulled into the nearest hospital parking lot. I undo my seatbelt and turn towards him. His gaze was still staring out the window. "But I do want to help."
I hop out of the car, walk over to his side and open the door. The look of hatred and betrayal for some reason sets my inside on fire. After he gets out of the car, we head into the hospital, fill out the form, head into our designated room and wait for Luke's soon-to-be doctor. After the check-up ( and the mini integration I had received from the doctor about who had abused him but I couldn't very well tell him that it was two people who broke into the underworld and stole his soul, now can I?) Dr. Collin, a lovely brunette with blue eyes, wrapped his wounds up and gave me a list of medication he needed as well as a diet he needed to stick to properly regain weight and muscle mass. Finally, she set us up for another appointment next month.
"Thank god that crap is over." Luke sighed as we hopped back into the truck. "I hate hospitals."
Understandable. A lot of demigods do. Mostly because whenever they were sent to the hospital it was because of an abusive parent/guardian, getting attacked by monsters, etc. we couldn't talk to the doctor about it either because it sounded like we were lying or crazy. Also, the people made a lot of us claustrophobic.
"Well, you won't have to go back until next month," I told him. Blue eyes immediately turned ice-cold as he glared at me. I tried my best not to flinch. "But for now it's time to go shopping. We need to get you food and clothing." I put the truck in gear and headed to the closet target. We quickly got everything he needed. While we were there, I told him to get anything he wanted from the clothes section. I made sure to keep an eye on him. I couldn't risk him running off. While I was watching him I noticed his eyes kept drifting over to the women's section. My heart clenched painfully.
"I am so sorry, Luke," I whispered softly. If he heard me, he didn't give any response.
We hurried up and grabbed the food, paid for everything, and headed back to the cabin. Unlike the ride to the hospital, the ride back was silent. When we got back I told him to go take a shower and change into fresh clothes while I made dinner. We ate our meal in silence and then went to bed.
That's when I had a demigod dream. Fucking hate those.
I was staring at an older version of me. He looked about in his early twenties. With the same wild black hair. And wearing a simple black shirt and blue jeans. I took notice of my surroundings and saw that I was in a nice two-story house. Before I could dwell on details a voice rang from the kitchen.
"Percy come on and eat lunch." My older self headed in a random direction and I quickly followed. I saw two people in the kitchen. Both are blonde with lovely slim curves. One of them was washing dishes while the other finished setting the table. I immediately recognized the blonde setting the table. My jaw dropped.
It was Luke Castellan. I didn't know many guys with a scar going down their faces or had icy blue eyes. But it didn't look like he was a, well he. His hips were wider, his chest fuller, and his body slimmer yet muscular, probably from sword fighting. His clothes shocked me. He wore a white floral vintage 1950s pencil dress with short cap sleeves, with a pair of white heels. ( A/N this is a real dress on amazon by the way. It's also probably on wish and other fashion sites.) my older self walked behind him and kissed him! OH MY HADES!
"Looks good baby. You two treat me so well," he said as he let go of Luke and went to the other blonde. Wrapping an arm around their waist, the blonde washing the dishes had longer shoulder-length hair, and tan sun-kissed skin, and wore a yellow vintage 1950s cocktail party swing dress with matching yellow heels. "Honey, don't worry about the dishes. Finish them later."
The blonde turned around and I saw sky blue eyes and a mischievous smile.
"We all always say later yet later don't come." The person teased. Their figure is the slim or fight of a hunter. My older self chuckled and dragged the other blonde to the table and the three began to eat.
I woke up with a start. What the fuck? I got out of bed and began pacing, my heart beating out of my chest. Ok, Percy, let's not overreact. You may have just caught a glimpse of the future.
Where I fully feminized and fell in love with Luke Castellan. A man who had been traumatized severely throughout his entire life. And is now stuck with a monster who enslaved him. And who was the other blonde, why did he seem familiar? I ran my hands down my face as I took a deep breath.
Dear Gods, what have I done?
Sorry, it took so long to get this chapter done. I kept hitting writer's block and everything I wrote looked and sounded stagnant. But the next chapter small bonding moment between our boys.
The story is on and
