Ok. Ok. Sorry the last chapter wasn't up yesterday, but my internet was slow. So if the last A.N. confused you, then know it was from yesterday. Our internet is still wonky so bear with me. Please. Also, I'll be away this Friday-Sunday, I'll still make up the chapters though, I promise. Anywho, without further ado…
Enjoy :)
Percy hacked away at dummies. He'd been in the arena since morning, blowing off steam and now the sun was about to set. His stomach growled a bit. Yeah, he may have missed lunch too…
He continued hacking away at the dummies, venting out his steam.
He muttered a bit in broken text as he swiped, "Stupid," he muttered, "Son. Hades. Idiot!"
He swung around, ready to take out some more enemy dummies, when he was met with a sword to stop his thrust.
There, holding the sword, was none other than the last person who he currently wanted to see. Nico di Angelo.
"What do you want?" Percy's eyes refused to meet his.
It hurt, a bit, but it still hurt.
"To apologize," he emphasized the 'apologize', and continued, "I was acting like a jerk. Truth was I'm really stressed up about some stuff right now, and I accidentally lashed out at you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was being an idiot and I never meant to hurt you," he locked eyes with-well, where Percy's eyes would've locked with his, had Percy not been staring at the ground.
Percy sighed and looked up, "Well you were an idiot," he said, smiling.
Nico laughed, of course that would be the first thing Percy said.
Percy met his gaze evenly, smiling a bit, "I forgive you, love," and planted a kiss on the side of Nico's jaw.
"Good," Nico smiled, wrapping his arms around his beloved's waist and pulling him close to plant a kiss on said boy's head, "Now, where did the 'love' nickname come from?"
Percy smirked, wrapping his arms around Nico's neck to pull him closer, so their lips were nearly touching, but not just quite.
"What?" he breathed, his forehead touching Nico's, his nose touching Nico's, everything but his lips, and it was driving Nico insane, "don't you like it," he tilted his face, leaning a bit back, and it was taking all of Nico's willpower not to just jump him right there and kiss him silly, "Don't you like it, love?"
and with that, the willpower snapped, and Nico was on top of him, their kissing a heated blur of passion.
Meanwhile, however, in the bushes lurked something so horrible, so ghastly, it would make your hair shoot up and your toenails creep upwards… Travis and Connor. But they weren't alone, no, with them was their little friend they liked to call, 'tbc' or, 'the blackmail cam,' and they were currently live streaming this to Godtube, the immortal/semi-mortal world's version of youtube under their pen-name, 'The thieves that stoll your hearts,' and there were many gods tuned in. unfortunately, that included Triton and Poseidon, neither of which were happy. And it was currently taking all of Poseidon's willpower, and the knowledge that his son, his baby boy, would hate him forever, to restrain from drowning the Hades spawn.
Speaking of Hades, he too was watching.
"Woo! Get him son! Show dat bitch his place!"
whilst Persephone gaped at her usually calm, collected husband who was currently using the most vulgar language in existence, and in turn dropped, and broke, the glass platter of healthy snacks, or as Hades called them, 'Demonter Spawn' (see what he did there?), and they spilled over the carpet. Not that she noticed, for she was still gaping at him.
even Zeus was watching, with Hera that is.
"Hmmm, I wonder if Poseidon's watching," pondered Zeus.
"If he is," said Hera, wide-eyed, "he is doing a good job of restraining himself."
"Shall we browse the comments?" asked Zeus.
Hera shrugged, "Meh."
The first comment was from Poseidon, it read:
Immamopdaoceanfloorwidyou: NICO DI ANGELO! GET FIVE FEET AWAY FROM MY SON! PERCY! I GAVE YOU A SWORD. USE IT!
The next was from Hades, it read:
Iruleyourvictims…andyourdeceasedchildrenO.o: THAT'S MY BOY!
And the last comment, surprisingly, was from Hermes, it read:
Hisawesomenessindeliveriespagingsirhotness: Connor! Travis! My boys! You two have done it again! Never before have any of my sons been able to entertain all of Olympus. I'm *sniff* so proud.
There was a reply to that, it read:
Thetheivesthatstollyourhearts: awww, thanks dad. Guess the apple don't fall far from the tree, right?
And there were 52 likes on that last one, 12 likes on Hades', 29 on Hermes' and 1 on Poseidon's, two guesses as to whom that might be…
"Oh," said Zeus, "look. There's another one. Oh. Wow. Two other ones… ok."
The not-really-the-lightning-thief lightningthief: Connor! Travis! You two are so dead!
.Me.: I will scour camp through the shadows to find you. and when I'm done I will throw you into Tartarus!
Zeus frowned. The video was over.
He then noticed he'd received a message from his son, Jason.
Lightningdudejunior: Hey, dad, go to Annabeth's account. Trust me, you don't want to miss this.
Frowning slightly, he checked the girl's account, and nearly burst into laughter immediately. There on the screen, on Myowl'ssmarterthanyours's account was a video playing…
Travis! Percy yelled, chasing Travis with his sword. The son of Hermes ran.
He turned his head back, "Haha! You'll never take me alive! I'm way faster and smarter than you! mwah ha ha!"
Percy smirked and stopped, "Says the one who just ran into a trap."
Travis turned back, confused, "What traaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!" he yelled as he fell into the hole with the decoy leaves.
He landed on his bottom and looked around.
"Oh, hey Connor," he greeted his brother.
"Hey Travis!" his brother greeted back.
the shadows thickened and from them immerged Percy and Nico, both glarinf heavily at the two.
Connor and Travis hugged each other, shaking as they were met with the presence of the two most powerful half-bloods in existence.
"W-w-what're you going to do to us?" Connor asked looking at the two with deer-caught-in-the-headlight eyes.
"What you did to us. Something embarrassing," smirked Percy.
Zeus waited five minutes as the two chairs containing the brothers were turned and he and Hera burst into laughter, well, ok, Hera just chuckled, but on her terms that's as good as you'll get.
The Stolls were both dressed up in, well…
Connor was sporting a pink dress with fairy wings on the back. his brown hair had been grown, courtesy of the Aphrodite cabin's makeup manipulation. His hair was curled and adorned with pink bows. He wore three inch high-heels. His face was full of makeup. In short, he looked like a seventeen year old girl who was dressed as a seven year old.
Travis was wearing a blue dress with a tutu. His hair hadn't been grown, but they had made a bun appear at the back of his head. The dress was, like the other, covered in glitter. He wore silver ballet flats and a lot of makeup. He looked like an eighteen year old girl going to a ballet.
Piper stood there and, in her charm-speaky voice said, "Now, act like no one's watching."
Something clouded over the boys' eyes and they began doing silly things. Namely dancing. Travis started running his hands over Connor's waist.
"Mmmm," he groaned, "Fuck you look good."
And then, he bent down and proceeded to kiss his brother on the lips.
Zeus and Hera spit out their tea in shock.
The two started dirt-dancing and the connection suddenly cut off.
Zeus and Hera were still gaping at the scene when the internet came back on. They checked the comments:
Hisawesomenessindeliveriespagingsirhotness: Connor! Travis! Why? Percy, why would you do this?
The not-really-the-lightning-thief lightningthief: Sorry Lord Hermes, I guess it's just pent up anger at those two for all they've done in the past that's fueling our need for reveng.
Hisawesomenessindeliveriespagingsirhotness: Annabeth typed that up for you, didn't she?
The not-really-the-lightning-thief lightningthief: Yes. Yes she did.
Hisawesomenessindeliveriespagingsirhotness: Travis! You hurt my baby and I smite you.
Thethievesthatstollyourheart: Dad!
Hisawesomenessindeliveriespagingsirhotness: I'm serious, son.
Thethievesthatstollyourheart: Fine, I promise not to knock him up too early. Ow! What was that for?
Hisawesomenessindeliveriespagingsirhotness:That's my boy, Connor.
Thethievesthatstollyourheart:… ouch. I see where I stand.
Hisawesomenessindeliveriespagingsirhotness: yes son, yes you can…
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done. soz that I didn't update yesterday. But, like I said, it's all the internet's fault! Anywho…
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P