Son Of a Deadly Flower (a Stiles Stilinski/Percy Jackson fic) (TW + PJO)

Son of a Deadly Flower

Little side note: I have a tattoo of Persephone and Hades so I feel personally oblige to use them in this story

Stiles was many things, but wholly human was not one of them. His mother before her passing had told him stories about his birth (if it could be called that) and with wide eyes he would listen. Stiles was fundamentally a flower child; his human mother an avid gardener had seemingly gained the attention and affection of the goddess of spring herself. Together they grew a plant that with a little bit of magic gave birth to a half human boy; one Mieczyslaw "Mischief" Stilinski.

After her passing things changed quickly for the young boy a mere six, his Pop's was no where to be found but at the bottom of a bottle and the stories his mother once told him became all too true.

A women came to his door and Stiles knew as soon as he laid eyes on her that this was the women who's magic helped to create him. She lifted him up on her hip and gave him a daisy then with a stern look told Noah Stilinski she was taking the young boy until he got his shit together as she promised Claudia. The man begged the goddess, but she only budged an inch for supervised visits.

From then on, Stiles was raised in the underworld. He took after his mothers with his green thumb and soon even had the king of the dead wrapped around his little finger. He gained Hade's blessing. Stiles could now always travel to his home, the Underworld, and had an affinity for sliding by unnoticed, but still remained a demigod.

His immortal mother took time to teach him all Stiles could ever need to learn from the world at large while showering him with love. He took in all the knowledge until he yearned for more while also showering his parents with affection back; warm hugs, tender flowers, and soft words.

Stiles grew up loved by two immortal parents, had a head full of magic and knowledge. He was smart, sly, and brave. And when he turned 11 his parents knew it was time he was sent to camp. (Making him a year younger than Percy)

Stiles began camp as any of demigod and was smart enough to keep his mouth shut about his childhood and immortal parents so he did what he did best; slipped through the cracks.

That is until one Percy Jackson laid eyes on him. Percy had first saw the boy when he was sent to Hermes's cabin. The boy had a bunk off to the side that had a few plants at the bottom with books stacked underneath. But what Percy noticed the most was the startlingly caramel eyes of the boy.

He went through a fast puppy love crush with Rachel, but could really only think of those eyes. Then with Annabeth, he loved her, but not like that. She was his best friend, his anchor, and platonic soulmate, but still he thought of those eyes and the boy no one seemed to notice.

It was the night after Percy had turned down immortality and asked for the demigod's immortal parents to claim their children and unlike the other who were still celebrating Stiles sat off alone legs dangling off the pier.

Percy with his disarming smile asked the boy, "You been claimed yet?"

Stiles smiled gently shrugging and bumped shoulders with the hero.

Percy sighed, "So why you out here by yourself?"

Stiles raised an eyebrow, "I could ask you the same thing shouldn't you be kissing the pretty girl?"

Percy had one of his arms loosely wrapped around one of his knee as the other leg dangled, "I don't know it's girls I really wanna be kissing."

Stiles looked down at the water a flickering smile on his lips, "Then who do you wanna be kissing, birthday boy?"

Percy blinked in surprise and felt a surge of courage fill his chest, "Well, my best friend was telling me of this pretty boy who I have a massive crush one was down by the pier by himself."