Percy Jackson does not belong to me.
English is not my native language.
Chapter 1
Percy Jackson, the hero who saved Olympus twice, felt that something was wrong. It wasn't something he could put into words, but his relationship with Annabeth seemed… different. They had been through so many battles together, faced unimaginable dangers, but now, in the silence of a life without monsters lurking around, there was a growing distance between them. He tried to ignore the feeling, not wanting to think that after everything, something could go wrong. However, the truth was there, between every avoided glance and every unspoken word.
One afternoon, Annabeth left without saying where she was going. When she returned, Percy knew even before she opened her mouth. The breakup was implicit but as clear as day. There was a pain in her eyes, and he felt devastated. Not out of anger at that moment, but from a profound exhaustion. He had hoped for an explanation, a reason, but it never came. Then, something began to click. Old memories, Annabeth's feelings for Luke — it all started to make sense. She had never gotten over him. He, Percy Jackson, had just been a consolation, an emotional substitute.
The thought burned him from the inside.
Without saying anything, Percy grabbed his things and left the house they had shared. There was no way to look at that place the same way anymore. He had given up everything for her. The chance to become a god, to reach divinity — all thrown away for love. And what did he get in return? An emotional betrayal.
Percy decided to go to Camp Half-Blood, the only place where he knew he could be himself, without the expectations or shadows of the past. There, he would try to find some kind of relief, a distraction for his broken heart.
When Percy Jackson arrived at Camp Half-Blood, the environment felt familiar, yet at the same time different. There was an air of tranquility, as if the camp was breathing a sigh of relief after so many years of battles and threats. For Percy, however, the storm was still raging in his chest. He needed something that would make him feel part of that place again, but Annabeth's betrayal and the emptiness it left made everything more difficult.
As he crossed the entrance gate, he saw some familiar faces. A group of younger demigods was training near the arena. They recognized him instantly, whispering among themselves and waving at him in admiration. Percy, used to such a reception, waved back, but without his usual enthusiasm. The murmurs about "The Great Percy Jackson" were still constant around there, but this time, he felt more disconnected than ever.
He walked toward the center of the camp, where he spotted Chiron, the centaur and activities director, sitting in his magical wheelchair, watching some campers practicing archery. As Percy approached, Chiron noticed his presence and gave a warm but noticeably cautious smile.
"Percy, my boy!" Chiron exclaimed, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture. "It's always good to see you back."
Percy tried to smile but couldn't hide the exhaustion in his eyes. "Hi, Chiron. I needed some time here, you know?"
Chiron observed him for a moment, his gaze piercing, as if he were reading beyond Percy's words. "I sense something weighing on your shoulders. Do you want to talk about it?"
Percy shook his head, half-smiling, half-sighing. "I don't even know where to start, to be honest. I just... needed to get away for a bit. I took a deep breath and came straight here."
Chiron nodded slowly, his expression understanding. "Camp Half-Blood will always be your home, Percy. And here, you don't have to be the hero all the time."
Chiron's comment touched something inside Percy. "Yeah... I think I'm trying to figure that out now."
Before he could continue, another demigod interrupted. Travis Stoll, one of the Hermes brothers, appeared with his usual mischievous smile. "Look who's back! Percy Jackson in the flesh. Seriously, are you here to train or just to visit? Because if it's just for a visit, we might excuse you from some cleaning duties." He winked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
Percy let out a short laugh, though he still felt the heaviness in his chest. "Just passing through, Travis. But I'll see what I can do."
The group around them began to grow. Other demigods, like Will Solace and even Clarisse La Rue, approached, curious to see what was happening. It was natural for Percy to attract everyone's attention, but this time, he felt somewhat disconnected from that aura of admiration.
Clarisse was the first to notice something different. "You look... kind of out of place, Jackson," she said, crossing her arms. "Is something bothering you?"
Percy shrugged. "It's complicated."
She narrowed her eyes as if trying to understand. "Well, if you need a sword training session to vent your frustration, you know where to find me."
He smiled, grateful for the offer. Clarisse could be tough, but she had a practical way of dealing with things, something Percy even envied.
After a while of superficial conversation, Percy distanced himself from the other demigods, feeling overwhelmed by all the interactions. It was clear that although he was welcomed, he wasn't ready to deal with so many people at once. He needed something more peaceful, less demanding.
He headed toward the lake, trying to see if the local body of water could distract him. It didn't work.
He was sitting there, frustrated, when Katie Gardner, a daughter of Demeter, approached. Katie was known for her easy smile and her skill with plants, but there was something more about her, something that made her intriguing to Percy at that moment.
"You look lost," she said casually, sitting down next to him.
Percy shrugged, trying to look away toward the horizon, but Katie's relaxed manner drew him in. She wasn't intrusive; she was just there, present.
"It's complicated," he murmured, frustration still simmering beneath the surface.
Katie studied him for a moment before smiling slightly. "Want to see my greenhouses? It's the only place I can think of when everything seems like a mess."
Percy hesitated for a second, but then, why not? He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off the spiral it was creating.
They walked together to the greenhouses Katie maintained at the camp. The smell of soil and fresh plants filled the air, and Percy found himself relaxing, at least a little. Katie was busying herself with the plants, but her movements were gentle, as if she knew exactly what Percy needed: time and space to breathe.
"I used to come here after intense training sessions," she commented. "It helped clear my mind, you know?"
Percy leaned back against the greenhouse wall, watching her, but the weight of emotions was still there. He knew he was acting out of anger, but at that moment, he didn't care. Katie approached, wiping the dirt from her hands on her shirt.
"You deserve more than being stuck in the past," she said softly, her brown eyes meeting his.
There was something in the way she looked at him, as if she saw him completely, without the layers of "hero" or "savior." Just Percy, someone who was hurt and trying to deal with it the best way he could.
Percy felt Katie's breath getting closer, the warmth of their bodies growing as the weight of the past weeks collapsed upon him. The pressure of loss, failure, and betrayal was still present, but at that moment, he wanted — needed — something different, something that would distance him from all the pain. He pulled Katie closer, their lips meeting with urgency, an immediate relief but filled with confused feelings.
Katie returned the kiss, her fingers gently running through his hair. There was something different about her, a calmness, as if she knew exactly what Percy was going through. She didn't push him, didn't question him; she simply accepted him there, as he was — hurt, confused, and lost.
Katie's touch wasn't just physical; there was a connection Percy hadn't expected. In a brief instant, he realized that this interaction wasn't just about desire or anger. She was offering him a space to break free, to find a way to reconnect with himself, even if only temporarily.
Percy held her tighter, and together, they moved deeper into the greenhouse. The smell of fresh soil and plants surrounded them, the environment intimate and cozy. Entwined, they leaned against a wooden structure, their bodies joining in a dance of contradictory emotions — anger, frustration, a desire to escape.
The kisses intensified, hands exploring carefully, and Percy felt his heart racing. The moment was filled with tension, but at the same time, there was a strange sense of calm. Katie seemed to understand what he needed, giving him control without demanding anything beyond his presence. Each touch, each movement was laden with an almost silent intention — a mutual understanding of what this meant.
They were already naked, and Percy, after his near emotional collapse, wanted nothing more than to act like a hungry animal. There were no preliminaries. There was no need. Percy kissed the daughter of Demeter deeply, aligning his shaft with her wet entrance.
Katie let her weight rest against the wooden structure, spreading her legs to facilitate Percy's entry, who wasted no time and thrust forward, impaling the girl on his penis and drawing a loud moan from her.
Katie entwined her legs around Percy's back, giving full access to her vagina. The son of Poseidon acted like a ravenous creature, thrusting into her relentlessly. Katie could only moan, throwing her head back while her eyes rolled. She came hard after just a few strokes. Percy, hammering furiously and harshly against her cervix, quickly brought her to climax.
He wasn't far behind. Feeling her walls convulsing around his member, he sensed his orgasm hitting him and tried to withdraw unconsciously, but her legs held him there. Percy pulled her into a lascivious kiss while he unloaded his seed inside her.
In the midst of it all, Percy felt something break loose inside him. The weight of Annabeth, of all the expectations and frustrations he had carried, began to dissipate, if only briefly. Katie pulled him closer, and they connected in a way that went beyond the physical. It was a release, an act of reconnecting with himself.
When the moment calmed, they remained there in silence, breathing heavily, their bodies still close, but the intensity began to fade. Percy looked at Katie, and she returned a gentle, understanding smile, as if she understood everything that had happened without the need for words.
"You needed that," Katie murmured, her voice gentle but firm.
Percy didn't respond immediately. He was still processing everything — what he had done, what it meant to him, and what might come next. He knew that this moment with Katie wasn't a solution to the pain he felt, but somehow, it was a temporary relief, a way to connect with something tangible, real.
The son of Poseidon pulled away slightly, still breathless, his heart calmer, but his mind still turbulent. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. Katie, somehow, had created a space where he felt safe, without the burden of expectations or judgments. It was a new feeling, something he barely knew how to describe.
"I... I don't even know how I got here," he began, his voice a bit hesitant. "Annabeth... She broke up with me, and I was devastated. I gave up a lot for her, things that I can't get back. And then... I found out she still loved Luke."
Katie listened in silence, her eyes fixed on Percy's, as if absorbing every word with care.
"I felt used. Like, all this time, I was just... a temporary solution, you know? Someone who was there until she got over what she felt for him. And now I don't know what to do." The frustration was evident in his voice, and he shook his head, still processing everything.
Katie gently placed her hand on Percy's arm, a reassuring gesture. "Look, I won't pretend to fully understand what you went through. But what you did today... it won't fix everything. And that's okay. Sometimes, you just need a moment to disconnect, to connect with someone else, without expectations or responsibilities."
Percy looked at her, uncertain. "But that doesn't solve what I'm feeling."
"It doesn't," she agreed, "but it can help ease it. And you know, Percy, you've spent most of your life saving the world, worrying about monsters, gods, and missions. When was the last time you did something just for you? That you enjoyed life without thinking about what others expect?"
Percy remained silent, thinking. The answer was obvious: he had never done that. Every decision he had made until then had been driven by duty, by love, by necessity. Never by a simple desire to live in the moment.
"You need to allow yourself to live a little, without clinging to the past. If it happens, connect with whoever is willing, like today. You don't have to worry about what the gods or other demigods will think. Enjoy it, Percy. Do it for yourself."
He sighed, feeling a slight wave of relief hearing Katie's words. There was something liberating about the idea of living without carrying all the burden all the time. Maybe that was what he needed — to leave the past behind and allow himself to live, even if only for a moment.
"Maybe you're right," Percy finally said, with a half-smile. "I need to stop carrying the world on my shoulders for a while."
Katie smiled back. "And when you do, you'll realize that life can be a lot simpler than it seems."
"Yeah," he said to her after some consideration. "And thank you. For talking and helping me clear my mind."
They stayed there, cozy and comfortable with each other, enjoying the silence.
After some time, the comfortable silence between Percy and Katie was broken by her, who slowly stood up, dressing slowly. There was a lightness in the air, something calmer and without the weight of what they had shared. She looked at him with a soft smile, without any demand or expectation.
"Well, I think you've had enough of a break from your frustrations for today," Katie said, her voice calm but with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "But... if you need another break, you know where to find me."
Percy smiled, this time genuinely, feeling a genuine, uncomplicated connection. "Maybe I'll take you up on that offer. Sometimes, unplugging for a while isn't so bad."
She nodded, her eyes still fixed on his, before turning to leave. "Whenever you want, Percy. No rush. No expectations." She winked at him, bidding farewell with a simple gesture, leaving in the air the possibility that this could happen again — if he wanted.
As Percy watched her walk away, he realized that, for the first time in a long time, things seemed a bit simpler.
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