superhero--imagines
Part 1 Here!/Part 2 Here!/Part 3 Here!/Part 4 Here!/ Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here! / Part 7 Here! / Part 8 Here! / Part 9 Here! / Part 10 Here! / Part 11 Here! / Part 12 Here! /Part 13 Here! / Part 14 Here! <This is Part 15!> A/N: I feel like this is the one you've been waiting on. Reader is 14 btw. * Thunder roars outside, the walls of the cabin rattle, and the glass beside you trembles. But still, the boy in front of you doesn’t stir. * It’s ironic that outside the Big House everyone is scrambling to make sense of the fantastic events that took place on the smaller of the two hills outside the bounds, while the source of those fantastic events — and likely the individual with the most knowledge about them— is fast asleep beside you. * ‘So this is Percy Jackson, the boy that would spawn two book series, a halfhearted movie franchise, and a TV Series.’ * The first thought you had when you saw him, is that he’s almost irritatingly beautiful. * All the Demi-gods at camp are beautiful, some a little more than others (Looking primarily at the Aphrodite cabin), but they’re all good-looking. * Even so, Percy stands a head above them. A perfectly sculpted nose, thick black hair you’re fairly certain will never thin—not even when he’s forty and has a couple of kids terrorizing him, plump rose-colored lips, golden brown skin, and dark eyelashes so thick he could give Lily Collins a run for her money. * ‘He looks about a second away from having his name called in an Australian surfing contest or something.’ * Your second thought is that this boy doesn’t look a thing like his mother. He looks exactly like his Father. * You’ve never met Poseidon in person, but you’ve seen him in portraits in the Underworld headquarters building, and in a handful of photographs in old family albums. * From the shape of his eyes to the bone structure of his face—everything is from Poseidon. * What must it have been like for Sally Jackson to wake up every day and see more and more of the man who impregnated and abandoned her in the son she lovingly raised? * What must it have been like, when on that hill, the son who, for better or worse, forever altered the course of her life, stared at her as she took her final mortal breath? * You see the boy tremble, and inhale quickly—your powers leaked out. * “I can’t think about all that though.” You compose yourself with a few deep breaths. You need to think happy thoughts if you’re going to heal him before Grover or Annabeth turn up for their shift. * You hold your hands over his torso where the wounds are most severe. * You think of happy memories, picnics under Talia’s tree, a big dinner table with every inch covered in different food, the best chocolate chip cookies in all of New York, the smell of your fathers cologne and aftershave—amber and spring mixing into one another. * Soft blue and gold light escapes from your hands, you watch as the boys wounds begin to suture close. You close your eyes to concentrate. * ‘Just a little more.’ * You open your eyes to see how much more he might need, when you’re startled by a pair of ocean green eyes staring at you. * The light fades, and you scramble, hiding your hands under your legs. * Percy doesn’t seem surprised, he looks at you with a parted mouth and dazed expression. * ‘I guess I’ve blown my secret this kids going to tell everyone he knows what he just saw.’ * “Are you an angel?” His voice is tinged with wonder, syllables heavy with fatigue. * You find yourself sighing in relief. * ‘This kid is barely alive, I wouldn't be surprised if he forgot the whole thing.’ * “I should be saying that to you, you’re the one that looks like the waltzed out of a pre-teen gap commercial.” * He huffs a laugh in response, wincing when pain runs through his side again. * “It’s okay, you’re okay.” You hum, placing a hand along his side to support him as you get him to lean back into the lounge chair. * You don’t notice the red tinge fanning on his cheeks as you reach for the ambrosia, pushing it onto a spoon. * “My mom—" he croaks, his eyes growing heavy. * “You need to take a bite.” You try to coax the spoon in his mouth but he refuses. * “—she just vanished.” You can see the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. * This is not good. * ‘sh*t, it needs to look like he ate at least a little otherwise everyone is going to be suspicious.’ * “If you eat this, I’ll tell you a secret!” You regret the words as soon as they leave, the boy with feverish eyes looks at you, then the spoon, before letting you feed him a bite. * You manage to coax another spoonful before he grows adamant again. * ‘It’s more than I was expecting.’ * “Your mom, when she disappeared did she fade into gold light, or black dust?” * “It was gold.” * You thought as much. * “Gold means metamorphosis, not death. Which means she’s still alive, she’s just not here.” * “Then where is she?” * You suck your lips between your teeth, from what little you remember of the original work, his mom’s with your grandfather in the underworld right now. * But you’re not sure if that still holds true. * You look at this boy, still just a child, and already he’s lost so much. * He’s spent most of his life feeling different and never knowing why, he didn’t have a Zagreus to protect him, or a Makaira to clue him in on lore, or a Hades to train his mind so he could always be a step ahead or a Persephone who taught him how to use his powers. * He’s only ever had his mom. * You’re reminded of all those years ago, when your father stumbled home with those wounds that wouldn’t heal. * ‘But even then, I was never alone. I had Maki and Grandpa, and after that I had Luke, Annabeth and Clarisse.’ * A swell of empathy rises in you, and you clasp this boys hand in yours, squeezing lightly. * “I don’t know.” You admit. “But I’ll help you find her.” * This seems to bring him some peace, his taut muscles begin to loosen before going slack. His eyes grow heavy, the time between each blink stretching. * “Will you be here when I wake up?” Each word is muffled by exhaustion, stretched and dreamy. * “Of course I will.” * You sigh when he falls back asleep. * ‘I guess I’m looking after this kid too now.’ * Annabeth comes in thirty minutes later, muffling a yawn, the dark circles under her eyes seem darker now. * It looks like neither of you will be getting much sleep. * “What time is it?” You ask her, she scratches the back of her head taking a seat beside you. * “About three in the morning, how’s he doing?” Those keen gray eyes flicker to the boy in front of you, deep asleep again. * “He’s better than I thought, he only ate two spoonfuls of the ambrosia though.” You nod toward where the bag is. She inspects it, her mouth quirking to the side. * “Maybe we could soften it with a little nectar and make it like a pudding so it’s easier for him to eat?” * “That’s a good idea Annabeth.” You pat her on the back, and you can practically see the heat rise to her face. * ‘She’s still not used to getting compliments.’ * “You should go get some rest.” You nod, moving to get up. You’re sure the second you hit the surface of your bed your falling asleep. “But before that…Mr.D wants to talk to you.” * You try to mask your emotions, giving her a cheerful smile. * “Sure thing, maybe I can win a can of co*ke from him for our next picnic!” She smiles at the joke. * Little does she know pretty soon she’s going to be dragged into one Mr. Percy Jackson’s prophecy, so she won’t have any time to play with you or Luke anymore. * You navigate through the halls of the big house, passing by picture frames and signed vinyls, until you get to Dionysus’s office. * “You rang boss?” * “This is bad (Y/N), this is very very bad.” * “Wow, no ‘hi (Y/N), haven’t spoken to you in a while, how have you been’ or ‘how are your magic lessons coming along?’, we just get straight to terrible futures now, huh?” * ‘I’m feeling a very strong sense of Deja Vu.’ * Dionysus gives you a weary expression. You sigh as you settle on the work chair across from him. * “Is it about the new kid?” * “He’s a child of the big three.” The poor guy looks like he’s about to have an anxiety attack. * “Are you sure? Maybe he’s Demeter’s kid or something.” * Dionysus shakes his head. * “You should have seen it (Y/N), I was on the edge trying to get them—he…he defeated the minotaur! All by himself, he’s only thirteen years old!” * ‘Thirteen? I could have sworn he was supposed to be twelve?’ * “Yeah, and I zapped that whole horde of monsters to a parallel dimension, what’s your point?” He narrows his eyes, mouth setting into a fine line. * “And whose child are you?” * “Hades.” * At this point, as far as you’re concerned you’re a child of the underworld through and through. * ‘Oh.’ * “Okay, yeah, I see your point.” You lean back into the chair, fingers threading through your hair. “So who’s your money on?” * “Come now (Y/N), you must see it too.” * Dionysus gives you a knowing look, and you return it with one of your own. * “So what are we going to do?” * Despite the situation, The corner of Dionysus’s mouth twitches up at the mention of ‘we’, as it should, because as long as you’re around he’ll never be without a partner in tactical warfare. * “Chiron has the advantage, he’s been brainwashing him for six whole months.” * “He’s old seaweed’s kid right? He’s gotta be at least a little smart, we’ll tell him the half truth about Talia, leaving in some gaps to make him curious. And for good measure he’ll stay close to Luke and he’ll be disillusioned before we even know it.” * Dionysus fidgets, his thumbs pressing together the way they always do when he’s nervous. * “Unless there’s something else?” * “Have you spoken to Hades recently?” * He’s answering your questions with a question. * ‘Guess I’ll let it slide though.’ * “Not since I visited during the winter.” * Dionysus mutters: “Good, that’s good…” under his breath, before turning to look at you again, leaning forward. “On the Winter Solstice, something was stolen from Olympus.” The words escape in a fierce whisper. * “Zeus’s lightning bolt.” A crack of thunder rattles the walls, wordlessly affirming your guess. * “How do you know that?” * “I met Hera in the spring, we had tea.” * Dionysus perks up, his eyes lighting up at the mention of her name. * “Hera? How was she? Wait that’s not important—“ he rubs his temples, eyes pinched close. “The point is, Zeus is angry, he thinks a demi-god stole it, and he wants it returned by the summer solstice or there will be dire consequences.” * “What sense does that make? And what does it matter if someone did, doesn’t he have, like, fifteen more in his armory? * You can’t imagine Hades actually being angry if someone stole from him. * ‘The big softie would probably make them sandwiches and invite them to tea and ask what went wrong in their life that they ended up this way.’ * “It’s not about the lightning bolt,” he purses his lips. “Two years ago, when you showed up, there was a lot of commotion given the treaty those three swore upon—Zeus himself has shown how far he’ll go to uphold his word. But then—“ * “But then I showed up, and Hades had no intention of…fixing his transgression.” * “Back then everyone thought it was strange Poseidon was choosing to support Hades so much.” * “But now, if Poseidon had a love-child of his own to hide…” * The pieces are beginning to take shape. * “So Zeus thinks this is collusion at the least, and an attempted coup at worst.” * The severity of the claim settles on your shoulders. * “Do you think it is? Collusion I mean.” You clarify. Dionysus sighs, leaning into his chair. * “I’m not sure, Hades…he would do anything to protect his family.” * ‘But neither of us have met Poseidon, so who knows if he would go to the same lengths.’ * A yawn slips past your lips, and you quickly cover your mouth, just in time to catch the second one. * “It’s been a long night. You should get some rest.” * A protest brims on your tongue, but another yawn passes your lips. * “Hypnos is really putting in the hours tonight huh?” You look at Dionysus, eyeing the paperwork stacked high on either side of him. “Are you planning on sleeping tonight?” * “Gods don’t need sleep.” * So Dionysus woke up and chose avoidance. * “Yeah, no, go get some rest, even if it’s just for a few hours.” * You practically have to shove Dionysus up to his room. You pass by the sick room to see a snoozing Annabeth next to a drooling Percy, tucking a blanket around both of them before making your way to your cabin. * You notice Luke making his way to the training grounds, you have half a mind to follow him but decide against it. * ‘I’m all talked out, if Luke wants to go practice sword fighting at four in the morning, let him.’ * You practically collapse on your bed, you think about calling Hades before falling asleep. * You dream you’re on your staff, riding it sideways like a witch’s broom, traveling down an endless stairwell, when you see two large amber eyes stare at you. * You flinch, trying to turn away, but the voice makes you stop. * “Come little godling, let’s rule together.” * You wake up with a start, sweat lining your body and your hand clutched against your chest. * Your eyes go to the pomegranate decorations of your cabin, the familiar bookcase in the corner, and the golden light that filters in from the window in parallel lines * You’re here in cabin 13 at camp Halfblood, not in the stairway to the underworld, no amber eyes in sight. * You glance at your alarm clock. * “Great it’s almost noon, I missed breakfast.” * Maybe you can bum a cup of coffee off of Dionysus. * You skip the shower, feeling too drained to do much of anything, making your way over to the big house, passing by campers on your way. * “Hey (Y/N)! Do you want to join us for sword practice?” Luke shouts from across the field. * “Hey! No thanks, I’m going to go harass Dennis instead.” * “(Y/N), want to come with us to stables?” Selina Beuregaurd asks. * “Thanks, but I’ve got plans already!” * You’re halfway there when you feel a heavy arm thrown over your shoulder. * “Are you free to spar?” Clarisse asks, a wicked grin. * “I’d rather my friend not beat me up, thanks.” * “Where are you headed then?” She asks, removing her arm. * “I’m going to go check in on our new local celebrity.” * She rolls her eyes. * “I heard he beat an A-tier monster.” She feigns excessive interest in her spear. * “It looks that way.” * “They’re saying he’s big three material.” * People are talking already? The kids only been here a day. * “I’m sure Chiron would love that.” * A real child of an elite, someone he could mold into a hero to further cement his critical position in high-Olympus society. * You’re glad Clarisse doesn’t ask what you think, you don’t have the heart to lie straight to her face. * You peek into the sick room and notice it's empty. * ‘So he's already out and about?’ * You see him on a lawn chair on the wrap around porch, a red tinge on his cheeks, and fast asleep. Beside him Grover rests his chin on the back of his chair, watching him like a puppy waiting for his owner. * “He’s still asleep?” Grover doesn’t flinch when you approach, instead he grows a little flustered, sitting up straight. * “Y-yup.” * He must be torn up about how it all went down, the higher ups are already probably giving him enough sh*t about how Thalia turned into a tree, and now he has the rotten luck to get stuck with Percy, the child of the property himself. * “Don’t worry, it’ll all work out.” * Grover nods, his ears burning red. * “Do you know where Dennis is?” Grover looks to the pavilion, where he and Chiron are seated across from each other, a stack of cards between them. * “Maybe they should play Monopoly so they can use it as an excuse to get violent.” Grover snorts, and you grin back at him. * Hopefully he’s starting to come around to you. * “Room for one more?” You ask, you settle into their farce of a game of go-fish, feigning innocence as you sit between them. * “Have you seen our newest camper?” Chiron asks, never once looking up from the cards in his hands. * “I have.” You respond, keeping your gaze fixed on your cards. * Dionysus looks like he’s going to pass out. * ‘Am I sure this kid is a god? He loses his sh*t over the simplest of things.’ * “What do you think?” Chiron’s eyes twinkle, poorly concealing the hopes and wishes there. * ‘So he knows too.’ * Maybe he’s right too. Zeus’s children are too greedy, taking after their father. They ache for too much, flying too close to the sun. * In direct contrast the children of Hades are too disinterested. Your father is happy living in the mortal realm, posing as a human. Makaira could spend her entire life studying different subjects, and Melinoe is satisfied in her mid-level management role in the underworld governing shades. If any of them wanted their fathers throne all they would have to do is ask, Hades himself only ended up with the Underworld after it was forced onto him. * But Poseidon’s children? Maybe Poseidon’s children are just right. * Powerful, but not at the expense of themselves. Ambitious, but never greedy. * Maybe for Chiron, this is his best chance. * “He certainly has a pretty face.” * You think the comment is what startles them, but then you notice Dionysus’s palling expression and Chiron’s eager eyes aren’t directed at you, they’re directed behind you. * You turn everything so slowly, your bones creaking with every inch, until you’re met with a pair of ocean green eyes. * “I’m Percy Jackson, the one with the pretty face.” * ‘f*ck me.’ A/N: as a reminder please comment on this (or the most latest part if you want to be added to the tag list. 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