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And then, life came crashing down. You know, as it does.

As the title says.

It didn't take me long to realise all of the downsides to being immortal.

I would have to watch my mom die.

And Paul.

And Estelle.

And the demigods who hadn't been lucky (I use that term loosely) enough to be turned into gods.

After we had been sent to our respective "kingdoms" I nearly broke down.

Crying while under the sea is kind of like, I don't know, peeing while drinking water.

Really fucking stupid.

So as I stood on the edge of a random chasm that lead to Tartarus knows where, I wasn't that surprised when warm arms wrapped around my torso.

"Hey, Perce."

"Apollo," I muttered in return.

Before you say anything...

We were both wearing socks.

"What's up?" The former Olympian asked, and I sighed.

"Just thinking about how I'm going to have to watch a load of people die."

"Yeah, I got real sad about that too at first. But you get used to it, y'know? Nothing lasts forever."

"Yeah, I guess.. sounds kind of heartless though."

His grip tightened a little, and I sighed, leaning my head back.

"Life is so weird."

"Tell me about it."

He snapped his fingers, which sounded weird as fuck underwater, and a sudden torrent of water swept us off of our feet and back towards the "palace" which I now despised.

Landing on my feet, I stumbled, then gagged.

I felt ill.

"Perce?"

"Motion sickness," I groaned, clutching my stomach.

The evil bastard chuckled and responded, "You're in trouble then. That's how you travel in the sea."

"Fuck you."

"Can I top?"

My face, which was previously pale, went bright red. "Shut up!"

"Awh... I don't like bottoming though."

"We're not fucking!"

"Why not?"

I sputtered, unable to come up with an answer.

"Exactly~"

"Bastard."

"Oi, my dad's still alive, sadly, so you can't call me that!"

"Twat, then! Stop being so pedantic!"

"The actual fuck does that mean?"

I stared at him. "Aren't you the god of poetry?"

"Was. Also, that doesn't mean I'm a walking dictionary."

"Oooookay- anyway, it's an Annabeth word. I think she said it means to get too hung up over small things?"

"Ah. Well, fuck you."

"I just said we're not doing that."

"I didn't mean it in a sexual way this time!"

"Yeah right."

"Would you prefer I say it in a sexual way?" Apollo grinned, white teeth flashing.

"No."

"My lie detector is going off."

"How? You're not the god of truth anym-"

Shove.

I yelped, grabbing his wrist so I didn't fall, which only resulted in us both stumbling to the floor.

"Real smart, Seashell."

"You shoved me!"

"Semantics. Anyway, get your ass up. As much as I love the view, you're heavy."

I groaned, not moving.

"Seriously, Perce, get up," he whined, pushing my chest.

"Hey, if you wanted to grab me like that, you could've asked-"

He rolled us over so he was on top and smirked. "Oh?"

"No."

A geyser of water shot up and practically catapulted him up to the surface, and I was alone for the count to 3.

Flash.

"Hi, Apollo."

"You pretty piece of shit."

"I feel flattered."

"Kinky."

"Shut up."

"You love me really."

I snorted quietly.

Yeah, but not like that.

"Oo~ my mind reading skills are sharpening! You're agreeing wholeheartedly with me!"

"Kind of?..."

"Really?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Awh, thanks, Perce. Knew you held me dear to that cold heart of yours," he chuckled, ruffling my hair.

"You're describing Nico, not me," I complained, admittedly a little childishly.

Just a little.

"Yeah, yeah. Anywayyy~ did I cheer you up?"

"Pretty well, yeah."

Pretty well, indeed.

A/N: SORRY THIS IS SO FKING SHORT!! AGH I DONT KNOW HOW TO CARRY ON SO HELP ME OUT Y'ALL PLEASE I BEG--

Btw anyone got any good depressed Percy fanart?? :)

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