💗🩰🧠━━ In which Nicoletta Rossi's curved fingers marked a tombed heart. Her only hope is that it isn't the one she loves.
"Fem!Oc X Percy Jackson!"
"The Titans Curse/The Battle of The Labyrinth!"
Started: 9/7/21
Finished: TBD
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( beauty is a weapon )
"LUKE." Percy forced his name out of his mouth in front of Nicoletta. His stance was gladiator-like and the hundreds of monsters spectating from the stands had their beady eyes on him.
Gladiator fights were Ancient Rome's most exciting form of entertainment, but, they started of as funeral rituals. Nicoletta's heart crept up her throat as she clutched Percy's arm that wasn't strained from him clutching his own hand into a fist with such a ferocity that his veins were bulging out of his skin.
Luke smiled down at Percy coldly, then his eyes turned over Nicoletta, combing her hair and oiling her skin with his gaze, before jumping over to look at Theodore with a judgmental look in his eyes.
There was a cry from the arena floor. Nicoletta, who had been frozen with a petrified stance that could rival a collective in Medusa's garden, jumped when a centaur crashed into the ground near Percy's feet, pleading for help.
Percy reached for his sword, but came up empty. He cursed under his breath as the crowd began to cheer, "DEATH! DEATH!" as a giant approached him from behind with a javelin.
Nicoletta looked on in horror before she felt a taloned hand grip her shoulder. "'If you value your friendsss' livesss," the dracaena guard hissed, "you'll tell your little boyfriend to sssstand down. This isssn't his fight. He needsssss to wait hissss turn."
An ugly feeling boiled in her stomach at the mention of Percy. She felt her skin heat up as her eyes began to glow a light hue of pink. "Touch me again." She warned before the crowd jumped to a roar around her.
Percy tugged her even closer when the metal hinges on the gate opened and the giant marched out triumphantly.
In the stands a large man raised his hands for silence. "'Good entertainment!" he bellowed. "But nothing I haven't seen before. What else do you have, Luke, son of Hermes?"
Luke's jaw tightened before rising calmly to his feet.
"Lord Antaeus," Luke shouted, loud enough for the crowd to hear, "you have been an excellent host! We would be happy to amuse you, to repay the favor of passing through your territory."
"A favor I have not yet granted," Antaeus growled. "I want entertainment!"
Luke bowed. "I believe I have something better than centaurs to fight in your arena now. I have a brother of yours." He pointed at the boy that held her stupid beating muscle in his calloused, yet perfect hands. "Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."
The crowd jeered down at him and fury built into something horrid and solid inside her. They threw verbal and literal stones at him, many of which he dodged, but one caught him on the cheek and made a deep-sized cut.
