Percabeth One-Shots

Ecstasy

⚠️⚠️⚠️ PLEASE READ!!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️I read a fic like this and wanted to write it down because even though it is not something I find canon I thought it made sense for a good angst (I don't pay for therapy) this is very ooc, don't judge me.If anyone is going through something bad, don't hesitate to write to me, even if it's just to vent, call suicide lines, don't do anything to hurt yourself.After this one I promise happy stuff is coming ;D⚠️⚠️Triggers: swearing, drugs, mentions of suicide, mentions of sex, drinking, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, overdose, depression, emotional crises. DON"T READ IF THESE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS TO YOU⚠️⚠️⚠️Prompt: Ecstasy gets its name because it kills you with colors.

The thing about ecstasy is that it kills you in a creative way.After all that demigod life crap you need something that makes you feel.Percy was killing himself in the gym at least four hours a day trying to burn off stamina (to be honest, he had never gotten laid that much - apparently if life calms down and you are used to it the stamina persists).At a party with his friends, Thalia drank heavily and confessed that he smoked to forget that Jason had died. This is how it started. He asked for some and Thalia, too drunk to call, passed some to him.It was not pleasant, it hurt and stung, not to mention the taste was horrible. But that was what Percy deserved. He was a murderer, a former servant of the gods (mortals thought he had gone to juvenile detention).When he talked about it with Thalia the next day, she said she wouldn't let him touch a cigarette again. That it was something bad and that she wouldn't allow him to fall into that hole but Percy knew that she didn't want him to die (after Jason, Nico and Percy ended up becoming the girl's brothers even more).Percy ended up meeting with bad people who did bad things, and it went downhill from there.He hardly talked to Annabeth anymore, had yelled at Paul a few times, and had cursed his mother once when he was very high.When he thought about these things, he felt sadder, and the sadder he got, the more he sank.That was the difference.His friends smoked to rebel, to have fun. Percy smoked to die.One after another, cigarettes, vape pods, marijuana, whiskey, cognac, vodka. Anything but beer. Never beer."Percy, love, what's the matter with you?" Annabeth would always ask, and he would cry and leave the room.In the morning, as he held Estelle on his arms, he wondered if what he was doing wasn't affecting his dreams too much. He always wanted to be a father, to have a big family, but he always thought he would die first. He died first, just not physically. As if his body was an illusion, created not to make people angry at the gods.One night, on a Tuesday, Percy left home angry, drunk as fuck, and went to hang out at some party with Kyle, one of his bad-influence friends.Kyle took a pill, a capsule, and offered one to Percy."It's ecstasy." He explained, Percy felt that was what he needed.Ecstasy, he could only get rid of everything with the ecstasy of danger, the ecstasy of an orgasm, that was surely the answer.He regretted it right away.Ecstasy wasn't named for nothing, nor were his hallucinations pretty. Desperation set in and he ran back home.What kind of friend was this? That was fucking horrible!He went into the bedroom and locked himself in before he lost consciousness. He certainly didn't want Estelle to find him dead on the bedroom floor in the morning. He might be traumatized, but she would not. be Never her.He looked at his watch, 03h06AM.He was sweating, his heart was beating fast, too fast, sometimes it would stop for terrifying seconds and then beat fast again.He vomited, his vision blurred, and a horrible migraine set in. As he looked around the room he felt a scream rise up his throat. He swallowed it. He would die quietly, without hurting anyone else.Its walls were no longer blue, they were red, stained with blood like the walls of Tartarus, bodies lay on the floor, dead, in a disturbing state. Charles lay, bleeding, burned and partially ashes in the corner of that hell, his dear friend. Silena was by his side, always together, until the end. Silena and Beckendorf, together, bloodied. Lee and Michael lay beside them both, faces hidden behind red-stained blond hair, Bianca and Zoe lay beside the brothers, eyes still open, blurred with tears. Jason lay at Zoe's feet, spear driven into his chest, his screams echoing through the room.On the other wall were piled other bodies, complete illusions. Annabeth, Sally, Paul, Estelle, Nico, Thalia, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank, Grover and so many others.Everything began to spin and then Percy felt a hand on his shoulder."What have you done?" Julia, the nice girl from Camp Jupiter cried, "I thought you were nice."'I thought so too.'Another voice sounded in the room. "You are just like me. Just the same."Percy cried, throwing up."Look at you, you're nothing but a drunken fucking idiot. Look at what you've done. You scared the child. You killed everyone." Gabe continued. "You stink. You stink of booze. You're a murderer. Nothing more than that."Percy cried. "Help! Please!"He saw Gabe advance on him, trying to punch him, and ran to the bathroom in his room.Upon arriving, he placed himself at the sink, against the mirror.Gabe touched his arm with that greasy, filthy hand."No! No! Please don't!""You did nothing when it was your mother's turn. Now it's your turn, and no one is going to help you."Percy turned around, staring into the mirror, not seeing himself in the reflection, but Gabe. He looked just like him.He punched the object hard, making his hand bleed, shards of the mirror splattered on the floor and Percy fell on top of them, with monsters swirling around him.As he trembled and cried, the shards of glass clawed at his skin as the cutting part of the razor clawed at his left wrist."Percy? Percy what's going on? Open the door!" A distorted voice called out and Percy cried out loud, sobbing. "Babe! If you're near the door stand back, okay? I'm going to open it."Percy heard a thud as Annabeth kicked the door open."Percy!" she screamed, and he could barely see her eyes. That would be his last chance. He could not die without looking into her eyes one more time.He could see his mother and father, Paul, standing behind her."Call 911, call Will! Help!" Annabeth screamed, trying to lift him off the floor as her parents ran to their room.Estelle started to cry at the screaming, but at that moment she could wait.Percy blamed himself for this, blamed himself for everything."Annie, I don't want to die. Please don't let me die! I'm not ready! I thought I was but I'm not! Please! Annabeth!""Calm down, calm down. I'm here, okay? It's going to be okay. You're not going to die you can't die now!""Percy! Hey! Percy please! Don't close your eyes! Please!"..."Percy!"..."Help! Please!"{""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""#"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""}Percy woke up in a white room, disoriented and hungry."Percy, love, are you okay?" An angelic voice caught his attention.Annabeth was holding his hand, with her left hand, stroking his hair with her right. "Hey handsome. How are you feeling?"Percy tried to speak but couldn't.She looked tired, pale skin and dark circles under her eyes.She called for a doctor. "Your parents are at the front desk, filling out the forms. Estelle is with your grandma, so rest assured. You'll be fine."He ended up staying in the hospital for a while, and when he got out, Annabeth was supervising him 24 hours a day. Thalia and Nico had come into his room and hugged him tightly, crying and murmuring words of love.Percy stopped hanging out with Kyle, moved to France the next year, waited a year to get into college. He and Annabeth spent that year living quietly since the monsters were afraid of the smell of Tartarus employed on them.Then they moved to New Rome, went to college, got married one/two years before finishing it, had children soon after.When he held his daughters in his arms for the first time, he promised them that they would not go through that. His girls would never suffer.When he looked at his wife, he saw that she felt the same love for those little red and blonde, babies.