𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Walk Through Hell with You | Percy Jackson/Demigod!AU

Summary: Fred and Y/N can manage to walk through hell, as long as they stay together.

Warning/s: Mentions of injuries, mentions of death, weapons (swords, daggers), a little bit of evil Fred, some sad scenes

A/N: This is part 2 of my fic: "As Long as We're Together".

Barely escaping from the monsters, Fred and Y/N run through the Mansion of Night with their eyes closed, not wanting to see any of its horrors that would surely be worse than gazing upon the gods' true divine form.

They kept on running, until Y/N hears flowing water. Water was Fred's strong point, with hope igniting in her system, Y/N speeded towards the source.

For being a daughter of Athena, that was a pretty dumb idea on her part.

She assumed that the river was directly in front of her, not at the bottom of a chasm.

If Fred wasn't with her, she would've died.

Just as her foot hit the edge of the drop-off, Fred immediately pulled her back into his embrace.

"You, okay?" He asked, catching his breath from their run.

Y/N breathed in his scent, calming herself down a little, "Yeah. How did you know?"

"I didn't open my eyes," He reassured, "But I could sense it, there's a cliff and the other side is about twenty feet away."

Y/N nodded, she often teased Fred for being an oblivious idiot sometimes, but she forgot that he could be quite smart.

That's when she started to hear the voices.

"Murderer." They whispered as her mind started to flood with images.

She saw Zoe Nightshade, who died while joining the rescue operation to save her. Bianca Di Angelo, who died in the same mission. Silena Beauregard, who lost her life in the Battle of Manhattan just a few months ago.

And the worst and most painful one of all: Luke Castellan.

"You could've prevented their deaths." The voices told her, "His blood is on your hands."

"I didn't have a choice!" She thought, trying to fight the voices, "It wasn't my fault!"

The force had thrown her straight to the wall, blood dripping down from the corner of her mouth.

"Family Luke." Y/N managed to croak out, "You promised."

Fred looked at his old friend, whose body was now hosting Kronos. The bane of the gods.

At Y/N's words, Luke faltered, lowering his sword, his golden eyes returning to the blue ones they once were.

"Y/N." He breathed out, as he tried to run to her side.

Fred pointed his sword at him, "Don't you even think about, coming near her."

Luke fell to his knees, his eyes shining gold before turning back to blue.

"Fred please," He begged, "I am the only one who can control him, I know where the spot is but I don't have much time."

That's when Hermione's words came running back to him, "You are not the hero of the prophecy." She told him, "It will greatly affect what you do."

He looked down at Y/N's dagger that was in his hand and everything clicked.

The cursed blade wasn't his sword, but Y/N's dagger, and it was cursed because it symbolized the promise Luke made to her: That they would be always be there for each other and they would always be a family. Luke breaking that promise, cursed her blade.