dark percy au

anonymous asked:

Au of gabe not dying, just leaving, and darkpercy finding him one day when he's older, and making him pay for ever hurting his mum?

  • It had been ten years since Gabe left New York 
  • he was currently living in Miami off of the money he made for doing the Barbara Walters interview 
  • he had been out fishing all day with some of his new poker buddies and couldn’t wait to sit back in his recliner, smoke a cigar, crack a beer, and watch whatever was playing on Spike 
  • when he opened the door to his apartment he was immediately greeted by the smell of a fresh cigar 
  • he walked down the small hallway and stopped just before entering the living room 
  • the room was dark but he could see that smoke was wafting up from his recliner
  • “I never understood why you liked these, but I must admit it does give me a bit of a mafioso vibe that I dig,” a voice said calmly 
  • Gabe turned the light on just as the recliner turned towards him 
  • sitting in it was none other than a 22 year old Percy Jackson 
  • “If it isn’t the punk. What the hell are you doing here?” 
  • “It was harder to find you than I thought, Gabe. First Jersey then to Louisiana then Texas for a bit and now Miami. But that smell of yours… Gods I hate that smell,” Percy’s eyes seemed distracted for a minute and then snapped back to Gabe. “It works just as good as a trail to track with you as it does to repel monsters. But anyways, I’m getting off topic. I’m here because I think it’s time you and I have a talk. Man to man.” 
  • Gabe laughed, the way he would laugh right before launching into a tirade or after hitting Sally, “You think cause you had a growth spurt you’re a man? You’re nothing but a punk, kid! And we don’t have anything to talk about,” he said as he reached for the phone 
  • “Well, talk is actually a bit of a strong word. I’m here to hurt you.” 
  • Percy pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a metal chapstick 
  • he took the cap off and a black trident appeared in Percy’s hand 
  • it felt cold in his hand and gleamed in the dim lighting of the apartment 
  • “I’m curious, Gabe. What does this look like to you?” 
  • Gabe was frozen in a staring contest with Percy, his hand hovering over the phone, “It looks like a trident.” 
  • a wicked smile spread across Percy’s face 
  • “This trident is made of Stygian iron,” Percy said, eyes running up and down the weapon in his hand. “I got my brother to forge it for me. It is molded to my grip and feels perfectly balanced. It’s said that only deities of the Underworld and their demigod children can wield Stygian Iron but since my trip to Tartarus- you do know what Tartarus is, dontcha Gabe?” 
  • “It’s uh… it’s… it’s a sauce.” 
  • Percy’s laugh sent chills down Gabe’s spine
  • “You always were a world class idiot. It’s actually the deepest and darkest part of the Underworld.  It’s where monsters go when they die. It may very well be where you end up… Anyways, like I was saying, under normal circumstances this would be too powerful for me, but since I made it out of the pits of hell the only thing too powerful,” he said trailing off a bit, “is me.” 
  • Percy walked across the room towards Gabe slowly, using the trident as a walking stick and enjoying the panic in Gabe’s eyes 
  • every time the trident hit the hardwood floor, a vibration of fear echoed through the apartment and it was if a chill entered the air 
  • Gabe couldn’t get his body to respond to his brain’s screams to run 
  • he didn’t remember Percy’s eyes ever being this dark 
  • the trouble maker gleam was no longer there, and had been replaced with something much more… murderous 
  • Percy now stood an arms length away from Gabe, the tip of the trident held against Gabe’s chest 
  • “Wanna know the really great thing about Stygian Iron, Smelly Gabe?” 
  • Percy pressed a little harder and carved an “S” into Gabe’s chest 
  • Gabe jumped back and put his hand to his chest where he felt the trickle of warm blood
  • he looked into Percy’s eyes and saw nothing but hatred 
  • “It harms mortals just as much as it does monsters” 

Slightly older nico with piecings and dark Percy give me life

Percy : I think you’re scaring them neeks >B) Nico : you sure it’s me they’re scared of ?
Dark god AU Part 1

Lincoln couldn’t believe his facking eyes.

Like a scene straight out of a movie, the moment he was summoned, the world seemed to get darker. They were just standing on a rocky cliff, the sun high above them as gentle ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore below. Now, grey and heavy storm clouds rolled out of nowhere and blanketed the sky, hiding the sun and threatening to send a cascade of rain atop their heads. The once gentle ocean now churned and crashed against the cliff side so hard, Lincoln was sure that it was trying to bring the entire rock face and them with it down to the bottom of the sea. Somewhere along the sea horizon, thunder rolled.

And there he was. Standing tall and menacing before them, surrounded by a thick, neon green mist that circled around his calves. His eyes piercing the dark like two cursed emeralds, dangerous and threatening, and even though all his instincts told him to look away and bolt like a wee barra into his mother’s skirts, Lincoln couldn’t help but stare back into them.

He was staring into the eyes of a god. The god. The god he had been warned to never be in contact with. The god that had more rumors spread about him than legends. The god that even the other gods, his own father included, never talked about.

The god that had been lost for generations, was standing right before his very eyes. Glowing, practically overflowing with unused ancient energy that seemed to course and surge around him like green venomous lightning.

All because some fourteen year old girl called him a Seaweed Brain.

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anonymous asked:

Head cannon where Luke tries to get with annabeth and Percy gets angry

Oooh this could potentially be in an AU where Luke still saves Olympus, but doesn’t die:

Imagine after the war, Luke comes up to Annabeth, thanking her for pulling him back to reality. She blushes, claiming that it wasn’t too hard. Luke brushes his hand against her cheek, smiling, “We could be perfect, us two.” 

Imagine Percy seeing all of this, anger boiling up inside of him. Fists clenched tightly, he comes in between them. “No,” he says, “You don’t get to do that, Luke. You played with her feelings, you manipulated her, you almost let her die. I know you saved Olympus, but you do not get to do that.”

Imagine this being the start of a new side to Percy, a side that no one, not even Annabeth, had seen before. A dark version of Perseus Jackson.

I feel like everyone is either 0 or 100 with Percy, like they think he’s this goofy, super welcoming, extra warm guy or they think he’s constantly brooding, almost never smiles, and he basically is just all around a grumpy borderline mean dude with occasional happiness. But like, neither one is Percy?? Percy is a scary freaking dude, he has a natural brooding expression and he looks freaking evil when he fights but he’s not just constantly spiteful?? He’s so much more complicated. He’s the guy that is alway cracking stupid jokes to lighten the mood because he of all people should know how draining being a demigod can be. He’s the one with an abundance of sarcastic comments to mask his real emotions. He’s a mischievous twat that can scare the shit out of you with simply a look. But he’s not borderline evil?? The pure fact that he’s scared so deeply of being evil, of actually scaring his friends, scaring Annabeth, that he almost let himself die, is proof enough that he’s not bad. He may sometimes be morally ambiguous but we should remember that he’s not a saint and he’s not a sympathetic demon. He’s Percy Jackson, an extremely complicated demigod with complicated emotions and reasons for his actions.

You have seen this post saying that Percy could turn bad as did Luke in Trials of Apollo.
It is also this other post that says that Luke is a bad person. That what he did had no excusesbecause many characters have been through hard experiences and still continued to fight for the good of all.
There was nothing to make them change sides.

But don’t deceive ourselves, there is something for what Percy would fight more than he would do for the good.

Because there is something without which He could not live, it is the only thing because he would fight against all good, if it meant saving her.

And we all know who I’m talking about.

Mark of Athena AU ending

@lililibird and @ofswordsandpens’s headcanons have had a huge impact on me, and just for this one time, I wanted to try and imagine something for them, specially related to Percy alone in Tartarus…

{×_×}

He knew he was going to hurt her, and that she was already too far gone into the pain to be strong at all.
He also knew Tartarus would break her.

How could it not, having fallen right after such a traumatic quest?

So yes, he was going to hurt her. More than just physically, once she was lucid enough to understand what he had done.

Percy knew that, to do what he had to, he would have to leave her again. Maybe forever, and yet…

“Percy, let me go" she croaked, “You can’t pull me out"

‘No, I can’t. Not unless…’

He allowed himself to feel that familiar tug in his gut, even if he knew it would only drain his energy faster (creating water was always harder).
A cocoon of water surrounded Annabeth from the waist down, freezing the spidersilk in the process, only to break it mercilessly.

He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above, knowing he would only have one chance to get it right, since Annabeth, even free from Arachne’s tug-war, was quickly losing consciousness, mostly due to shock, thanks to the pain inflicted in her broken ankle.

“The other side, Nico!“ shouted Percy, already giving his last eforts to gather water under Annabeth’s feet, and propulse her outside “I’ll see you there, do you understand?”

Nico’s eyes widened “But-“

“Lead them there! Promise me!”

And with Nico’s “I’ll do", Percy pushed Annabeth out of the pit, kmowing it would make her broken ankle worse, barely being able to see Nico drag a now unconscious Annabeth away from the patch of marble she had landed in, while Hazel and him kept shouting for help.

And as he lost his grip and started his fall, Percy smiled, his eyes meeting Nico’s (who has scrambled back to very edge of the Pit as soon as he could) for what could be the last time.

They had a new promise.

Nico would lead the others to the House of Hades, while Percy would to whatever he had to do to meet them from the other side.

{That was a promise he definitely wasn’t going to break}

And he fell, with Arachne’s taunts about beautiful sacrifices resonating in his ears.

{×_×}

So… This was probably awful, but what do you think about it? Could that be a somewhat plausible way for Percy to fall alone? Like, choosing to let himself fall before even thinking about sacrificing whatever’s left of Annabeth’s sanity (after the hell Arachne put her through) in the off chance they both managed to get out of Tatarus again?

That, I guess, could be the ‘sacrifice’ Percy had been unable to do? Choosing not to have Annabeth’s intelligence and wisdom in this really dangerous quest he suddenly finds himself in? And that way all that talk about Percy chosing badly due to his Fatal Flaw finally making sense? {Since without Annabeth there’s no one to stop his spiral into darkness, which could certainly end up with him dead or broken beyond repair?}

Secrets of the Sea part 11

ayyye it’s been forever. Anyway, pirate life sucks, and people were pretty abusive, so don’t get too upset. 


As Nico looked into his eyes, he could feel his heart race. It had been racing throughout the whole meeting, seeing as he could not stop thinking about the previous night. Now, it was worse. His entire body felt so weak and anxious, he had to keep his hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sword to keep from shaking.

“We should stay away from each other,” he said softly. “But I don’t think either of us has the strength to.”

Will stepped closer and lifted a hand to his face, his touch light and cautious. Nico let out a small, shaky breath, his heart pounding. Before he could pull him down into a kiss, they heard Reyna from her closet. “Could the two of you keep the affair outside of this office? I would prefer not to be a witness if and when I am asked.

Nico blushed profusely and quickly turned to exit the room. He went to his room and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He had allowed Reyna, insisted actually, to take Will and his crew so he would not have to wonder what he felt or struggle with vulnerability. And it was all in vain.

As he paced his room, the door opened and he turned, expecting Will, but instead greeting Percy. “Yes?” he asked tiredly.

“I see you did not lock the door this time.”

“I suppose not,” he answered.

“Nico.” Nico turned to face him. He was angry. His fists were clenched, his jaw tightened, his eyes dark. “Don’t ever compare me to that slime of a pirate again.” Nico made the mistake of laughing. Percy pushed him back, pinning him to the wall beside his bed. His hip hit the bedside table, causing him to bit back a yelp, but Percy didn’t seem to care. With an arm against his throat, threatening to cut off Nico’s air, Percy glared at him with so much hatred, it frightened Nico. “Sometimes I wonder if you forget who saved you.”

“How can I forget if you remind me constantly?” Nico spat, hiding his fear under the mask of a glare. “Let go of me, you swine.”

“Swine?” Percy repeated. He pressed his arm against his throat harder, and Nico felt the blood begin to rush to his head. “You owe me your entire life, Nico. You’ve had me at your side for years, and you suddenly want to toss me aside for that imbecile of a pirate?” Nico began to try limiting his breaths. “I am more than that pirate will ever be. You should consider yourself lucky to have me at your side.” His arm pressed harder, causing Nico to squeeze his eyes shut. “I want him gone, Nico.”

“He’s no longer my pirate,” Nico gasped. Percy smiled wickedly, and Nico’s heart burst with fear. “No,” he said. “No, y-you can’t.” He began to claw at his arm to pull it away. “Leave him be,” Nico pleaded.

The plea was enough to confirm Percy’s suspicions. With an angry scowl, he grabbed Nico’s arms and shoved him away from the wall. “Perhaps you need a reminder of who you belong to,” he hissed, beginning to remove his clothes.

Nico backed away, hoping to reach his sword, but Percy grabbed him again before he could. He was much stronger than Nico. He pushed him toward the bed and kept his wrists in one hand, bone pressing against bone causing Nico to wince. “Percy,” he pleaded. Ignoring his pleas, Percy began to discard of Nico’s clothes with one hand. Whenever Nico attempted to pull free, Percy would grip him tighter.

Whatever happened, Nico had to keep Will safe. Bracing himself, he leaned forward and kissed Percy. “Let me go,” he whispered. Percy did and Nico wrapped his arms around him, his torso bare. “I’m yours,” he assured quietly. “I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you want, my love.” He wondered if Percy could hear the emptiness in his voice. He pulled back and looked into his eyes, dark emeralds clouded with lust and anger. “But you must promise me you will leave the pirate alone. He is not part of our crew. Killing him would offend Reyna. And I will not have you start a war with her or among the crews. Am I understood?”

“Is that the only reason?” Percy asked, an angry edge seeping into his voice.

Instead of responding, Nico kissed him, removed his shirt and touched him in the ways that made him agree to anything Nico said. “Do not answer my questions with more questions. Am I understood?” he snarled against his throat.

Before Percy could answer, a knock came at the door causing Nico to tense. “Nico?” It was Will. “Nico, are you in there?”

“Get rid of him,” Percy hissed. Nico covered his mouth.

He couldn’t let him in. Not in the position he was currently in. He couldn’t make him go away without him demanding a reason or go to him and risk enraging Percy further. “I will be back shortly,” he promised Percy. “Keep your mouth shut or I will send you away with your tail between your legs.” Percy’s eyes narrowed, but he remained silent. Nico fixed his clothes and grabbed his sword. He started for the door as Will began to call his name. “Walk with me,” he said curtly.

“Where to?” he asked.

He pulled Will along, looking behind him to be sure Percy didn’t follow. He led him out toward the ships, keeping an eyes on his open window. Will eventually got the hint and stopped asking questions. Back on his ship, Nico pulled him into his cabin and closed the door. He took a moment to catch his breath trying to keep himself from screaming. “Nico, what is it?” he asked, obviously frightened.

Nico looked at him, unable to talk. How was he to tell him that they would never be together? How was he to tell him that he was indebted to Percy for the rest of his life? That the only way to keep him safe was to give his body and soul to someone he didn’t love?

He couldn’t. Not with words. So he pulled him close and kissed him again, feeling the fire that burst in his stomach and the tingle that spread through his body like a million jolts. He kissed him desperately, fervidly, knowing very well it may be the last time he was able to.

“Nico,” Will groaned against his lips. “What is it?”

“He’ll kill you,” he blurted. Will froze. “If he knew, he’d kill you. He wants you gone. I have to convince him that I feel nothing for you.” Nico shook his head stubbornly. “I don’t think I can, but I have to try. You can’t look for me anymore, my love, it’s too-”

“Stop,” Will growled, pushing him away. “Stop doing that. Stop saying the same thing over and over. I can fend for myself! I’m not afraid of that man! I don’t care how dangerous it is. I want to be with you.”

“He is not honorable,” Nico said. “We are pirates. He’ll slit your throat while you sleep, and I won’t be able to protect you from it. He has to believe that I want you away from me. It’s the only way to keep him happy.”

“Don’t you think he’ll know something is happening when you refuse him at night?” Nico looked away, his face burning in shame. “You won’t refuse him,” he said, sounding so heartbroken Nico couldn’t bear it.

“It’s the only way he’ll believe me,” he whispered. “I don’t want to. Not after last night. I will never be able to feel what I felt with you with anyone else. But it’s the only way I can be sure he won’t hurt you.” He reached up to caress his cheek. “And I will do anything to be sure nothing hurts you. Even if it means I must degrade myself every night for the rest of my life.” Will shook his head, but Nico pulled him into a kiss. “So stubborn,” he muttered.

“We can find a way,” he insisted. “We can be together as long as nobody knows it. Say you’re going to Reyna and see me instead. I can stay away from you for some time, but I will not stay away from you for good. I won’t.” He let his fingers hover along the base of Nico’s throat, his touch gentle and loving. “Let me wipe away every abusive touch he leaves you.”

And he did. The pain from Percy’s arm against his throat was receding as Will caressed him, kissed him. “It must be a secret,” Nico breathed. “The others must think we are indifferent.”

Will pulled away his coat, exposing his shoulder. “We’ll make them think we hate each other,” he murmured against his bare skin. “But don’t push me away. You deserve happiness too.” Nico let out a shuddering breath at the feathery touch of Will’s lips and breath. “It will be our secret.”

The Valedictorian and the Delinquent

Summary: She was the valedictorian with a perfect GPA, he was the school drop out living a life of crime. When Annabeth Chase becomes witness to a murder, she finds herself unconsciously looking for the green eyed delinquent wherever she goes, until, eventually, he finds her.

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As Annabeth Chase sat in the window of her favourite coffee shop, shoulders hunched over, loose hair covering her face, and one sleeve hanging half from her shoulder, she scrawled the last line of her valedictorian’s speech and bit the end of her pen.
She glanced over it once more and lifted her head to gaze out of the window.

Of course she would be valedictorian. She didn’t expect anything else. She was class president and had managed to maintain a steady 4.0 GPA throughout the entirety of her school career. But she had a feeling that that wasn’t the real reason behind her being chosen. It was probably a little closer to the fact that her mother was the school principle, and had also been valedictorian in her time, so she, therefore, held a biased opinion towards her daughter continuing her legacy.

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