PERCY
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"I'm just... I'm so happy you're home."
Percy felt his face burn at that. All day, he'd been crazy jealous and dwelling on Sen's flirting with Apollo. He'd been thinking he'd never be good enough to get her. If Sen's type was a literal god, what did Percy have on that?
But, now, he remembered that maybe that didn't matter to Sen. She was so glad he was back, and Percy found himself believing it. He liked the way she was laying on him now, her warm hands around his waist, her body against his. He remembered how much he missed her- her presence, her touch, her words.
"I am too." Percy mumbled, slouching more against the wall. Rather than leave, Sen shifted so she was laying down, her head still on Percy's chest. Percy felt his face burn even more as he heard the familiar shift in breathing that let him know Sen was asleep.
Right. On. Him.
Finally, exhaustion overtook Percy. He felt his heart beat slow down, and his chest opened up as he closed his eyes. He kept his arms securely around Sen, like she was going to leave, and he slipped into a strange dream.
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He stood at a beach of some sort. The docks around it looked weirdly deserted. The shops were all boarded up and barren, overgrown, and eroded. Clearly, this place hadn't been used in a while.
He stared at the sea. He recognized it. The Pacific ocean. He'd seen it once before on his first quest, though he knew he wasn't in Santa Monica anymore, or Los Angeles. This was somewhere new.
At the end of the rotting dock, he saw a small boat. One he recognized- the one from Sen's vision during their encounter with the Sirens. It was an exact replica, and Percy immediately walked over to it.
He felt the wood. It'd all been made from scratch. He knew this- he knew boats. He knew that it had take weeks to construct, hours to paint, raw work to hone it to utter perfection.
"Do you like it?"
"GAH, SHIT!" Percy jumped back. Behind him, he didn't even see anybody. There was nothing there. The day was overcast, dry, and slightly chilly. He looked around for the speaker, but found nothing.
"Sen built it, Percy."
Percy looked all around, spinning in circles, but he saw nothing. "Where the fuck are you?!"
He felt a tickling on his hand. When he lifted it, a butterfly rested on his index finger. Percy didn't move, but the scene changed. It was dark out, with a starry sky painted overhead. Percy stood on the bank of a river filled with lily pads and lotus flowers. Dense, dark green forest lined the forest. It was a nicer temperature here, and slightly humid.
He studied the butterfly. It was a beautiful, vibrant shade of blue, with black lining the outside of the wings, and it glowed slightly in the night. He recognized it. It was Sen's favorite kind of butterfly.
The Menelaus Blue Morpho.
He paled, and realized what it meant. Usually, when you get a dream from a god that isn't your parent, it's a sign of bad things to come.
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Freak || Percy Jackson x OC
Fanfiction"Don't kill me, just help me run away from everyone. I need a place to stay where i can cover up my face. Don't cry; I am just a freak." In which a mysterious girl shows up on a bus one day, and the Son of Poseidon sets out to save her. (Percy Jacks...
