Chapter 2: The Prankster Primordial

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Summary:

The reactions to Percy's declaration were priceless. Zeus looked ready to smite something, but Percy had an answer—one that broke reality itself. Enter Ananke, Primordial Goddess of Fate, sipping tea with Nyx. Not only does Percy get along with the two most terrifying beings in existence, but he also gets adopted by them. And then, because the universe has a sense of humor, Ananke makes Percy a Primordial—not just of the tides, but also of loyalty, relationships… and music. Because why not? Now, he outranks Zeus. Let the chaos begin.

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Story:

The throne room was silent. Not the tense kind of silence before a battle, nor the kind that settled after a disaster. No, this was the kind of silence that came when the gods had collectively short-circuited from sheer disbelief.

Percy stood in the middle of it all, his arms crossed, his expression unimpressed. Zeus's glare could've melted steel, but Percy met it head-on, unfazed.

"You are mortal. You cannot comprehend the eternity she lives in," Zeus spat, his fingers curling into fists.

Percy rolled his eyes. "Then I'll just ask Ananke, the Primordial Goddess of Fate, who the Fates say favors me, to turn me immortal."

The sheer absurdity of the statement left most of the gods gaping, and for a moment, it seemed like the world itself was buffering.

And then, because the universe apparently loved Percy, a soft clink of porcelain against porcelain broke the silence.

"I knew I was being talked about."

Everyone turned.

There, casually sipping tea at a table that had not been there before, was Ananke, the literal embodiment of inevitability and fate itself. Across from her? Nyx, Primordial of Night, leaning back in her chair, her inky-black presence a stark contrast to Ananke's poised elegance.

The Olympians froze. No one had sensed them arrive.

Percy, meanwhile, blinked once—then broke into a grin. "Ananke!"

To everyone's horror, the Primordial of Fate smiled back and actually hugged Percy when he walked over.

"My dear boy," she said in a crisp British accent, patting his back like a proud auntie. "I was wondering when you'd finally ask."

Zeus made a strangled sound, somewhere between outrage and existential crisis. "You—what?"

"Oh, yes," Ananke continued, waving a delicate hand. "The Fates rather like him, you see. And I do have a soft spot for those who defy the odds." She took another sip of tea before smirking. "And, well, I did adopt him some time ago. Along with Nyx, of course."

"I regret nothing," Nyx added, swirling her cup of black void like fine wine. She turned to Percy, her starry eyes glinting. "And about my mansion? Consider it forgiven. You have the right amount of chaos in your soul. It's delightful."

The two shared a look—then promptly started cackling.

Like, full-blown, mischievous, chaos-incarnate laughter.

Hera looked like she was contemplating leaving reality. Athena had a hand over her face, possibly regretting every life choice that led to this moment. Poseidon? Poseidon was sitting back, looking both proud and slightly terrified.

And then, to add the final nail in Zeus's sanity, Ananke placed her teacup down with a click and said, "Well then, let's make it official."

A surge of power ripped through the throne room, and Percy barely had time to register what was happening before he felt it—something vast, ancient, and impossible settling into his very being.

When the glow faded, Percy Jackson was no longer just a demigod.

He was a Primordial.

Of Loyalty, Relationships, Tides, and…

Percy blinked. "Wait. Music?"

Ananke smiled, all-knowing and ever so smug. "Well, you do hum a lot."

Percy stared. "You made me a Primordial because I hum?"

"Don't be silly," she said, sipping her tea. "I made you a Primordial because you're you. Music was just a bonus."

A moment of silence.

Then:

Apollo screamed.

Zeus, looking increasingly unhinged, turned to Artemis like she could somehow fix this. "Do something!"

Artemis, who had been watching all of this with quiet amusement, simply leaned back and smirked. "Why should I? He's mine."

Zeus looked betrayed. Apollo looked like he was about to cry. Hermes was barely containing his laughter. And Percy? Percy just grinned.

"So," he said, crossing his arms, "since I outrank Zeus now, does that mean I can tell him what to do?"

"Oh, absolutely," Nyx said, delighted.

Percy turned to Zeus, his grin widening. "Fetch me a glass of water."

The throne room erupted.

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Afterwords:

And there it is!

Percy getting casually adopted by two Primordials.

Zeus having a breakdown.

Artemis staking her claim.

British Ananke because the idea of Fate sipping tea while the world burns is hilarious.

Percy being the Primordial of Music because he hums? Absolute power move.

Nyx and Percy bonding like chaotic besties? Priceless.

Zeus being bossed around by Percy now? Iconic.

Should I write the wedding next?