when the daughter of nemesis fell,
she fell in spite of herself,
in love with the son of poseidon.
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉... scarlett hart's reputation has never been the best, but percy jackson seems to like her anyway.
( percy jackson x original female...
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SCARLETT DIDN'T HAVE TIMEto react to Luke's unwanted arrival, since his bear-man thugs tried grabbing her, just like Grover and Annabeth. Thankfully they didn't get her, since Tyson knocked them into a pile of luggage, then roared at Luke.
"Percy," Luke ordered calmly, "tell your giant to back down or I'll have Oreius bash your friends' heads together."
Oreius grinned and lifted Annabeth and Grover in the air, leaving them kicking and screaming.
"What do you want, Luke?" Percy growled.
Luke smiled, his scar rippling on the side of his face. He gesturing toward the end of the dock. Scarlett looked in that direction, and mentally facepalmed for not realizing. Of course the largest boat in port was the freaking Princess Andromeda.
"Why, Percy," Luke said smugly, "I want to extend my hospitality, of course."
The bear twins herded them aboard the Princess Andromeda. They threw them down on the aft deck in front of a swimming pool with sparkling fountains that sprayed into the air. A dozen of Luke's assorted goons—snake people, Laistrygonians, demigods in battle armor—gathered to watch them.
"And so, the Fleece," Luke mused. "Where is it?"
He looked them over, prodding Percy's shirt with the tip of his sword, poking Grover's jeans.
"Hey!" Grover yelled," That's real goat fur under there!"
"Sorry, old friend." Luke smiled," Just give me the Fleece and I'll leave you to return to your, ah, little nature quest."
"Blaa-ha-ha!" Grover protested. "Some old friend!"
"Maybe you didn't hear me." Luke's voice dangerously calm. "Where—is—the—Fleece?"
"Not here," Percy replied simply. "We sent it on ahead of us. You messed up."
Luke's eyes narrowed. "You're lying. You couldn't have . . ." His face turned as red as a tomato, like a horrible realization dawned on him. "Clarisse?"
Percy nodded, trying to contain a smug grin.
"You trusted . . . you gave . . ." Luke gritted his teeth in disbelief, and anger.
"Yeah."
"Agrius!" Luke yelled.
The bear giant flinched. "Y-yes?"
"Get below and prepare my steed. Bring it to the deck. I need to fly to the Miami Airport, fast!"
"But, boss—"
"Do it!" Luke screamed. "Or I'll feed you to the drakon!"
Agrius gulped, then went down the stairs. Luke paced in front of the pool, cursing in Ancient Greek, holding his sword so tight his knuckles turned white. The rest of his crew stared at him uneasy, like this was their first time seeing him so unhinged.
