PJO HoO HP character one shots

Stealing the sea

This is a percyxconnor fanfic. Requested by Bluedragon1124 and this took so long. Third person POV.

Percy ran to his cabin, all the way from the amphitheater, which was a good ten minutes. Tears were streaming down his face as AnnaBeth faded away from Percy's life. She was supposed to last longer was everything he could think of. Stupid manticores, stupid monsters, stupid gods, stupid reality.

"Hey! Jackson! Hold on!" A voice called out for Percy but he had already gotten into my cabin and locked the door. "Jackson let me in, I know she's gone now but it was either sooner or later. She is-was- the most skilled warrior that we had. We never expected it, no one did." Percy looked up at the locks, should I let him in? What if he just wants to mock me? Take the piss out of me?

No one has ever seen the son of Poseidon cry like this before. But putting the storm grey shoal decorated with a brown owl perched on the black olive tree on fire was too much. It felt too real, a certain way to confirm her death.

"If we got the fleece in time she could still be here. It's all my fault that she's dead, I could've saved her. I could've saved everyone from harm. If I could've just-" Percy screwed his fist into a ball and did a punching motion. Something the Stoll twin wouldn't see but could understand.

"You can't save the world Jackson. No one can. Just let me in and we can talk it out before you do something bad." That was it. Percy's sadness turned into rage, rage with himself, a table was flipped, glass shattered, and the lock finally opened. Connor, the less annoying twin, walked in and put a hand on Percy's waist. Connor pulled him tight against his hip and guided him to Percy's bed. Connor suddenly felt a tightness in the lower region as his hand travelled up and down Percy's extremely muscular back. Shit shit shit no no go away this is not the right fucking time Connors mind realised what that tightness was. The bed was obviously a water bed, I mean it is the cabin dedicated to the god of the sea after all.

He fell backwards, not used to having a soft bed, but his failure caused a smirk to appear on Percy's sunken face as he sat up right, using his powers to keep him up. Eventually the tears on Percy's face dried up and he slowly lowered himself down so he was laying next to Connor, they turned and faced each other, Percy's eyes red and puffy while Connors cheeks red and hollow.

The air was silenced between them, Connor panting, unknowingly thirsty for Percy. And Percy, his face tingling and something inside him, excited to break the surface of his chest. But he didn't know how to deal with this new found feeling, or why it was there.

Connor reached over and pressed his chapped lips against Percys and they held firm for a second, only breathing through their noses. Connor pushed, looked and walked away, looking back at the dumbfound Percy and smiling a little.

"Sorry I-uh-I didn't really know what to-um to do?" Connor posed this as a question, a mix of anticipation and fear for Percys response. But no reply came from Percys mouth which was now surrounded by a red blush.

Percy slowly started to realise why the feeling was there. And what said feeling was. But it was too close to her death. He couldn't feel this now and he really didn't want to feel it now.