Hello! I only had this idea some short minutes ago, and I'm guessing that the chapters will only be around six, though I'll try to make them as long as humanly possible!
This is a crossover between the riordanverse and the Hunger Games, there may be

- gore

- ptsd

- depression

- LGBTQ

- polyamory

- body issues

- extreme violence

- immoral standpoint of MC

- queerphobia

- hallucinations

- murder

- BL

So, hope you all like that! If you don't, bye bye~

Percy had always told himself the same thing over and over again on the inside. Wake up today. It'll be shitty, but that's just the way it is. Don't fidget. Sit through school. Smile. Just smile. Laugh now.

Grover was sent to the Games last year.

And he had lost one of his three real friends(Grover, Annabeth, Lester). The water bottle Percy had yesterday exploded just because he got pissed off by a stupid joke. He wouldn't let it happen again, he thought as he sat with his lunch, Annabeth next to him. She was silent, as always. He enjoyed her company in the loud lunchroom, it just made everything so much better. Nobody should get him wrong, of course, Annabeth was only a friend, and he didn't want anything more than platonicism from anybody.

Annabeth's face was buried in some book by William Shakespeare, which he could barely read the title of, because the letters kept shifting. Ahmtel? Or... Hamt- It was pointless either way. Percy had only ate the vegetables section of his lunch, and as his table was dismissed he went to throw it in the trash, putting his tray up with the rest.

The next class was the most fucking boring thing Percy had ever sat through. English class. He had an F-, which he didn't even know was possible, but progress reports were soon, and he needed to pass this. His mother, his wonderful, amazing mother(gods bless her) always said she was proud of him, and Percy hated it. He hated it, because she had no true reason. But he needed at least a D- not to fail another grade and get held back again. So he needed to focus. Focus. Focus. Role call. Percy was in flexible seating for today, so he sat next to Annabeth. He needed all the help he could get.

"Penny Jackson?"
"Living and breathing." Percy said jokingly, relieved to hear 'Penny' instead of the name 'Penelope'. The name Penny felt disconnected from him somehow, so it didn't burn the way Penelope did. Percy tugged his shirt's shoulder up, not liking his binder strap showing. Everybody just assumed he was flat-chested, not wearing a binder. His back mildly ached from wearing it every day, but he guessed he'd roll with it if that was the price he had to pay.

"Annabeth Chase?"

"Present."

After about a million other names, and boring responses, or strange ones clearly mocking Percy, the teacher began to speak.
"We will be having another day to work on late assignments, since a growing proportion of you have them missing from Social studies, Math, and, most importantly, English." Percy wasn't sure whether to groan or fistpump.

"I will be at my desk if you need me, you are welcome to play music in earbuds as you work, provided you have brought any to this fine place of hell." He heard the girl next to Annabeth snort at that. Piper Mclean. The main object of the student's desires, whether they be boys or girls, especially people like Percy, for some reason. She had eyes that were undeniably iridescent, long, thick eyelashes and brown hair cut a bit above her shoulders, and she always wore a lip tint. She had a sleeveless crop top over a long-sleeved orange shirt, and a short skirt with leggings on, though she acted more like a tomboy. Percy, for one, thought that was perfectly justified. If he had the body of a cis male, he would always dress like her. She had a well-fed body, which Percy wished he could rock the same way she did.

Something one had to understand, though, was that Percy felt little or no attraction to her, if there were any girls he was attracted to, it would probably be for intellect and joking about arson. Appearance-wise, the only thing that came to mind was if he had a future partner he always imagined short scruffy/wavy hair, or wide shoulders with no real reason he had figured out, though he fucking wished he could.

Something Percy noticed, however, was that the girl had her hand on Annabeth's thigh. They made a cute, innocent couple. Percy mentally crossed out the word innocent as he saw Annabeth mouth 'later' to Piper, her gray eyes showing an emotion Percy interpreted as amusement. He pulled out his English binder from his ever-so-heavy bag and put it on the desk, closing his bag. Percy opened it to the back section, where he put the papers due soon. Five. Five whole papers. He took a deep breath, still 90% unexpressive, and grabbed a mechanical pencil, starting to slowly do it. "You got that wrong Perce, the answer on 2 is B."

"Thanks."

Gods, Annabeth was a lifesaver. On the topic of Annabeth, she had said 'later' to Piper. Wait, did that mean they- focus. Percy shuddered on the inside, unsettled at the thought of his best friend so involved with somebody. Anyhow, fucking focus.

After what seemed like forever of zoning out every couple minutes(or even seconds) and going back to working quickly he had finished all papers due in this class. He stood up, stretching, and put them into the tray for fourth period. The bell rang what seemed seconds after, and he took his bag, heading for gym.

Percy hated gym. Accept for the fact that he got to have it with Lester, but Lester was sort of self-centered, gossipy, and annoying. Despite that, Percy was almost the only friend Lester had, most talked shit about him, though Lester hadn't really did anything making him deserve it, even if he was a bit(more than a bit) questionable at times. The brown haired boy wasn't that irregular, though most of what he had to say were complaints. Lester was saying something as the gym teacher, Coach Drey was talking. Everybody went to stretching lines. Percy was somewhat in the middle.

The list they did every day went in a pattern. This was the pattern, with what Coach Drey called them. High knees, backpedals, side shuffles, a few unroutined ones, peg legs, falling starts, and sprinting practice, only once to the other side of the room, then they would choose their partners for dodgeball(only the gods knew why they needed a partner for this. though they would find out soon.). Lester and Percy made eye contact, Percy gave a little upwards nod. After Coach Drey finished talking about it, Percy was fully terrified. You had to stay with your partner, and try to get to the other side of the room, but everybody that side would try to stop you, and you would have to do the same to everybody else, all the while the partners defending themselves and each other. If either got hit, they were out the rest of the round.

Percy couldn't throw a ball well for shit. Run? Sure, he was fine. Planks? Yeah. Sit ups? Whatever. The circuit? Only slightly nightmarish, but throwing. He absolutely could not.

This isn't ending well. Neither Lester nor Percy were very good at sports. So oof, time to die.

Gym was a sweaty, horrible nightmare. Lester was extremely slow, getting them out every time and always whining about what Percy had done wrong. "Seriously, Penelope, we're losing every single time, couldn't you up your game a little bit?"

Percy scoffed, rolling his eyes, but saying nothing as he put deodorant on and left for sixth period.

But class didn't come then as it always did, hellish and boring. What came instead was his teacher saying to every student entering her door, "Sit in your seat, no talking, no bellwork, just wait."

A wave of fear washed over Percy, but he ignored it, sitting at his table. Over the PA, he heard it. "All sophomores, you are now released to the field trip to the Reaping. Make sure to stay with your sixth hour teacher."

His whole body felt like lead. Percy wanted to puke, he couldn't watch this. Yet, as his Social Studies teacher brought them to the bus he had to. He found Annabeth on the bus, and even she looked shaken. He sat next to her, feeling like he was going to cry. So pathetic, wasn't he? Annabeth's hair was down from its previous ponytail, her expression slightly disheveled, and her fingernails digging into her palms.

Percy, to both their surprise, hugged her. He could feel Annabeth tense, then relax in her best friends' hold. The bus started, and he didn't let go. In fact, he wouldn't until it stopped. When it did, Percy quickly did so as the bus driver looked a bit.

Everybody left the bus.

Effie Trinket was there, her voice that horribly cheerful, her hair bubblegum pink(probably a wig), saying, "Ladies first!" in the same way as always.

He could only pray that his name wasn't drawn.

Hey! I just came up w/ this concept so little ago tbh and I finished a ch in one gay day-