AN: I'm beginning to notice a pattern here. So far as the chapter titles are concerned.
Time: Next Day
Percy sat deep in meditation, something which was not advisable at all for patients suffering from PTSD.
He was in the middle of the ocean, alone, meditating.
Trying to follow Hestia's vague instructions. "Try to feel the power inside you. You could feel it as a demigod- maybe something in your gut- concentrate on that feeling. You might see something, or someone," she added, hesitating as she thought over her words, "you'll know when you have completed the crash course to become a god."
Percy stared at the beautiful goddess, his numb mind not comprehending her words as he started to notice the minute things about her. His ADHD was acting up again.
Hestia's warm brown eyes danced everywhere, looking everywhere but him, her eyes shining with nervousness after Percy's shouting fit that morning. He could feel himself losing control, becoming increasingly violent as the days went by. The cover he spread over his wounds was wearing thin, and his true nature erupted to the surface during times of emotional turmoil, without Annabeth there to comfort him, to hold him in her arms.
He had not felt anyone's intimate touch since he cuddled with Thalia the previous day. He was beginning to feel... abandoned again.
His eyes traced Hestia's soft, gentle features, her angel-like visage reflecting her tender and benevolent nature. Her nimble fingers twirled around her soft, brunette hair, playing with a lock of her hair out of fear that she will upset him again. Her lightly tanned, golden skin glistened with slight sweat, the beads like small diamonds, rolling down the goddess's smooth forehead. She carried with her the soothing scent of freshly baked bread, with a soothing, smoky undertone.
Percy's heart broke at the thought that he, no, his faults, his monsters, and above all, his diseases, courtesy of his fractured mind, had caused her to feel worried and afraid.
He felt that he should have died then. All the girls would have been set free. He might have been able to unite again with Annabeth again, if, by some minuscule chance, his immortality failed to hold up.
He would not have been bound, nor would they have been. Everyone would have been free.
But nooo, he just had to go and promise them that shitty oath that he would not try anything like that again.
He cursed his stupidity. Lack of precision while committing suicide, and then that stupid promise. He should have completed everything when he had the chance, gone for the kill.
He did not have alcohol, he had drunk it all in one week, no sleeping pills, Calypso had forbidden him, no anti-depressants, which had been taken away by the girls. No medicines for his PTSD. No sir, gods did not have any medicines.
Only nectar and ambrosia, none of which worked.
Percy would have even settled for shitty little therapy, which was saying something. The first time Annabeth had taken him to see a mortal therapist, he had thrown the man out of the third floor window. The two demigods had managed to escape by the skin of their teeth, and liberal usage of the Mist.
Well, for his part, Percy was firm on his stand that they should not install such large windows in those rooms.
Well, being thrown out of windows, beaten up or killed, was an occupational hazard for mortal therapists who tried to talk about touchy subjects to sons of Poseidon who could kill Minotaurs with no training or weapons, demigods with violent tendencies, high on caffeine and whose mind was already shattered. For fuck's sake, he had literally been to hell and back.
Audie Murphy who?
Sabaton should have made a song about Percy.
He was becoming violent, a danger to himself and everyone around him. It brought tears to his eyes, the thought that he might become a second Smelly Gabe. He had often heard that children from abusive families turned out like that.
Seeing the girls glance at him warily everything Athena said something derogatory about his intelligence, his parentage or him in general (mostly the former two), was more irritating than whatever Athena had said in the first place. Well, mostly.
Except for when the wisdom goddess was being particularly bitchy.
Percy had half a mind to bend her over the table in front of everybody, and show her her rightful place. On her knees worshipping him, her overly large mouth put to good use on things other than talking.
His blood roared.
It did not help that she looked so much like Annabeth, who had no problem doing such things with him and worse.
"-mid ocean would be a nice place, you would be at peace as a son of Poseidon, and your sisters can check on you every now and then-" Percy's eyes hovered over the goddess' petite form, scrutinizing yet appreciative. Hestia was dressed in a plain white t-shirt that reflected the goddess perfectly, and somewhat modest grey shorts, that ended at her knees.
Percy tried to keep his eyes from wandering over her large chest, her white shirt stretched over her enormous, undoubtedly soft, heavenly tits that only belonged on a goddess like her. Her luscious thighs and slender legs, how her shorts were tight on her sizeable ass, the fabric doing nothing to hide how soft her ass was, her bubble butt jiggling with every step that she took.
Percy could argue, and win by a landslide, that Hestia at her worst had a better body, face and heart than Aphrodite at her best.
It was no wonder that the hearth goddess preferred to stay in her eight-year-old body. If she did not, every second male on Olympus would have been another Priapus.
Percy's blood boiled at the thought that someone had attempted to rape his pure, innocent goddess, and if Priapus had not faded, Percy would have made him fade with his own bare hands. He would have spread the god's brains across the land and drunk his alcohol in Priapus' skull.
Percy stopped for a moment.
This was his hatred and violence speaking.
A cute squeak and movement before his eyes brought Percy out of his... pleasant thoughts. He noticed with a twinge of annoyance that slender arms had covered the treasures- his treasures- that he had been ogling boldly.
His eyes strayed upwards, a death glare etched on his sharp, handsome face at whoever had blocked his view. Hestia glared timidly at Percy for ogling her form, covering herself with her arms. However, the effect of her glare was lessened by the furious golden blush on her face, her ears tinged gold. Percy could swear that there was steam coming out of her ears.
With a slight gold blush tinting his cheeks, Percy stared out of the window, his annoyance converted into crippling embarrassment.
The day was bright and sunny, if a bit windy. Well, that was to be expected at a tropical beach. The seabirds had taken to the skies early in the day, their shrill cries filling the air. The golden sunlight beat down on everything exposed on the earth, the azure sky clear without the slightest traces of clouds for miles around. The wind blew strongly, swaying the palm trees, and rustling the leaves.
"Are you even paying attention?!" Hestia asked indignantly, putting her arms on her hips. That, combined with her short stature and bottom lip jutting out cutely in anger, made her hard to take seriously.
Percy rolled his eyes, waving a thin leaflet over her head, making her eyes widen.
"Hey, give me that!" Hestia shouted, embarrassed as she realised she had been caught, stretching her arms to get the leaflet, which the tall demigod held just out of her reach.
No amount of jumping and whining on her part, could get the 'Become a God in No Time!' course pamphlet that she had memorized her speech from.
Because a course pamphlet was just soooo the thing the almighty Ancient Greek gods did.
Percy held the flimsy pamphlet just out of her reach, jerking it a bit upwards every time she jumped in an attempt to get it.
Thank god it was written by Apollo. If it had been written by the bitchy wisdom goddess, Percy was sure it would have been a thick tome that would have taken an average god years to read.
"You're mean!" Hestia whined childishly, lightly beating on Percy's broad, muscular chest.
Percy laughed loudly, his first genuine laugh since he fell into a coma, making the hearth goddess look up to his handsome face in surprised wonder as the beautiful sound reached her ears. He held Hestia tightly against his chest, protectively, and for once, her tits mashed deliciously against his toned abdomen was forgotten.
Percy looked down at her, smiling brightly, making the goddess' cheeks assume a light golden tinge, as she stared into her love's bright, lively sea-green eyes for the first time, she felt.
"Never change, Hestia. I love you." He spoke softly, his smile bright and loving, as he hugged her tightly.
Hestia was thankful for the fact that there was no one with them. As she stared at Percy, she knew that the words had just tumbled out of his mouth at the moment. He did not mean them, at least... not yet.
Even then, hearing those three words from his lips, made the goddess' heart race. Her face felt hot, steam coming out of her golden ears as the blood rushed to her face. The hearth goddess blushed down to her neck, not being able to tear her eyes away from the smiling god- her god- and at that moment, Hestia knew, her decision to join his harem was the best decision she had ever made or would ever make.
And she swooned in his strong arms, a dreamy, blissful smile on her face.
Rose and Violet had been sitting there with Percy for some time, under the ocean floor, spending some time talking time, the rest watching the sea life, spending some quality sibling time, until they had been called for lunch.
At which point, Percy sat for meditation, vowing not to have anything or stir from his position until he got his godly power under control.
He did not know how much time he spent under the sea, the only thing he knew was that he could stay here without moving for a few years at the minimum. If he had had a bed, and Annabeth by his side, under the sea, Percy would have fulfilled his dream of spending an entire month without moving from his bed.
He did not remember anything about the time he spent under the water. Everything tended to blend together after some time.
All he knew was the occasional PTSD attacks as he sat there, in the silence, alone, in the darkness. He knew because he had to consciously fight it off without opening his eyes or moving, something which was very difficult to do, mind you.
He had fought off the nightmares at least fifteen times, each time concentrating on some itch, or his aching pains in his bones, or the water on his skin, or the hunger in his stomach. It anchored him to reality. It would have been more, but the ocean seemed to prevent the worse of the attacks.
The sun burned on his skin, an odd sensation against the cool of the water under which he was submerged. Percy felt much more at home in the ocean than he did on the land, somehow, he could breathe easier. The soft, slightly rough, sand and coral beneath him felt much more comfortable than the softest grass on land. He could feel his hair being tousled about, his mostly limp body occasionally being pulled by the strong currents of the tropical sea.
Despite his eyes being closed, Percy could feel, and almost see the aquatic life that flocked around him, courtesy of being the son of Poseidon. The coral, alive and teeming with life beneath his feet, the sea stars and spiny urchins slowly crawling towards him. Small, colourful yet tiny, tropical fish tugged lightly at his messy black hair, trying to get the son of the sea to play games with them. At one point, an enormous tiger shark had settled at Percy's feet permanently like an obedient dog. It was still there, basking in the godly aura that the son of the sea gave off.
For some time, the wolf and the lamb sat side by side under the king.
Percy felt everything around him, the godly power in the water itself, the ancient power that radiated off the island of Ogygia itself. He felt the ichor pumping in his veins, the immortal blood flowing through the girls he was bonded to. He saw the bonds they held to him like threads, glowing in the darkness. He felt the thrones of power on Olympus, and the hope of the hearth, thousands of miles away. He felt his paternal bond to the throne of Atlantis.
Suddenly, the dark, the shadows and the whispers gave way to blinding light that made Percy turn away, familiar warmth, the searing heat of the sun, and the cool waters of the ocean gone.
Familiar warmth, that only one person could give him.
It took him some time to realise that he was being hugged from behind, in a familiar way. The smaller girl had wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and pulled him down to her height so that she could snuggle her face between his shoulder blades.
"To look like shit."
"Annabeth." Percy breathed, too overwhelmed to be able to respond to her jab.
There was a soft laugh, like the tinkling of bells. "So observant as ever, Seaweed Brain."
Percy felt tears well up in his closed eyes, and trickling down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry, Wise Girl."
Annabeth laughed again. "What for?" She spun Percy around, catching his taller frame in her arms as if he were some helpless Disney princess.
Percy finally opened his eyes, his sea-green eyes glistening with unshed tears, excited, yet afraid to see her alive, knowing that she was gone... yet here she was.
Annabeth smiled gently down at the helpless god, his heart a whirlwind of racing emotions. Her perfect teeth seemed to shine in the bright light, her blonde princess curls shining as she laughed, her soft pink lips parted, her stormy grey eyes shining with mirth. She was wearing a loosely fitting, modest, white Greek dress with golden trimmings, so eerily reminiscent of Calypso's endless dresses.
"I got to the Isles of Blest, Percy. I'm as immortal as you are."
"B-but-"
"Shh." She pressed her lips to his. "I'm not angry with you, Percy." Her eyes glimmered mischievously. "You are now a god, with a harem of twenty sexy girls. It'll be fun seeing you fuck your little sisters."
Percy turned a bit green at the thought. "I'm sorry." He said dejectedly.
Annabeth slapped the back of his head as she did whenever he was being stupid, before she continued, "Percy... after you go from here," Percy tightened his hold on her, "I'll not be able to go to Ogygia with you, Seaweed Brain. Anyway, after you go from here, Hestia will tell you some stuff. Listen to her carefully, Seaweed Brain."
Percy eagerly nodded his head like an obedient puppy, making Annabeth smile. "Good boy." She tapped his lips slightly, to which Percy sucked in her finger, sucking it lightly, relishing in its soft texture and warmth, and making Annabeth moan.
"St-stop that." Her voice was shaky.
Percy grinned mischievously, letting her go with a last, lingering lick.
Annabeth shivered at the feel, wiping her glistening finger in her own lips. "Maybe one, last time."
Percy grinned.
An unknown time in the white void later, Percy was cuddling with Annabeth, each naked as the day they were born. "-and your mother is being so bitchy-" Percy complained childishly, making Annabeth laugh at his antics.
The two were covered in Annabeth's large white dress, which only managed to cover their privates. Percy was hugging Annabeth from behind, his hands wandering occasionally, much to the daughter of Athena's chagrin and pleasure as she snuggled deeper into her lover, knowing it was the last few moments she would get with him.
"Percy, you know I've just been allowed here for some time by the Fates to streamline your transition into godhood. I've managed to suppress your... diseases," Percy held her tighter, "-for some time, but you need to cure it by yourself. I won't be there to help you. You need to give the other girls a chance."
"I-"
"I know you have already kissed and cuddled with Thalia." Percy's eyes widened, but Annabeth twisted around to kiss him shut before he could say anything.
She looked him in the eyes. "Percy, Percy know I have always wanted you to fuck another girl, now's our chance."
Percy just held her silently.
"Let me go, Percy." Reluctantly letting his arms release her, Percy could not but obey her surprisingly stern command.
In the blink of an eye, somehow, they were all dressed and clean. Annabeth sighed, "My time with you here is almost over, Percy."
"N-no-"
"Listen, Seaweed Brain, I'll be always with you. Here." She pointed at his heart, before trailing her delicate finger to his forehead. "And here."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "I thought you hated cliches?"
Annabeth stared at him. "I still do. I meant that literally. We have special television shows at the Isles of Blest so we can see our loved ones on Earth."
"Oh." Percy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
Annabeth grinned. "Now, you'll remember that whenever you are fucking some girl here, I'll be masturbating to the sight in my room at the Isles. So, I expect you to fuck someone frequently. With Bondage and BDSM. You know how I am about my porn." Taking delight in the golden blush that spread on Percy's face.
She leaned up, and pecked Percy's soft lips, a last quick, chaste kiss. "I love you, Percy." She said the parting words, which filled Percy's heart with dread. She pushed him playfully backwards, and despite Percy's best attempts to hold on to her, to not let go, her slender arms slid between his fingers.
"I love you, too, Wise Girl."
"Now, go, my champion, my destroyer. Go as the Fifteenth Olympian. Go as the God of Heroes, War, Darkness, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Insanity and Time."
And with that, the bright light was replaced with darkness, warmth replaced with cold, hope replaced with despair.
AN: Damn, that last line was heavy. Was it necrophilia, in a sense? Since Percy had sex with Annabeth, and Annabeth is dead... no?Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)