Praetor Percy (I like you better broken) - Jercy I’m intrigued by this title. You have anything to share about it?
I’m late - as always - but it’s for the first day’s prompt of FebWhump, which is “I like you better broken”. So I’m just working on a wee one shot (that miiight become a two shot) for that prompt.
Essentially during the Argo II quest something, and I’m leaving it non-specific, either possesses or starts heavily influencing Percy, so we get a bit of dark!percy, and he’s just taking his bad mood out on Jason. The Praetor thing is basically Percy trying to pull rank on him and tease Jason that Percy had replaced him and he’s now obsolete. He acts like a power hungry douche about it 😅
I do plan on it being non-con in the end. You can have this snippet, but this is a very early rushed first draft so it will hopefully get better haha:
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Percy wiped a hand over his mouth, laughing lowly like he’d found the strike funny. “You should never strike your Praetor. I could punish you for insubordination.”
“You’re not my Praetor,” Jason ground out through clenched teeth. “You’re not even Percy. He wouldn’t say any of that crap.”
Percy laughed louder that time, but it was no more pleasant a sound than it had been the first time. “Of course I am. Not everything is a conspiracy, Jason. Sometimes it’s just that people don’t like you.”
Losing his cool again at the provocation, Jason lunged toward him, levelling a fist at Percy’s gut. Maybe he could force Percy to vomit up whatever nasty thing had gotten into him. Percy shifted to the side to let his fist pass harmlessly, before darting out his own hand, and grasped his wrist tightly. He tugged roughly, pulling Jason briefly off balance, with his left arm stretched out past Percy’s waist, wrist trapped in Percy’s firm grip.
He looked up, catching Percy’s eyes as they turned cold and Percy bared his teeth at him in a malevolent grin. He flexed his hand and Jason heard the sharp crack before he felt pain explode in his arm. He bit down on his cry of pain, tugging his arm back as soon as Percy dropped it idly. He cradled his arm against his chest, breathing tightly through his nose. He staggered two steps back from Percy, as his wrist pulsed dully and his trembling fingers began to tingle unpleasantly.
Percy’s eyelids lowered and he chuckled in dark amusement as he examined the hand he had used to break Jason’s wrist idly. “Earthshaker. Stormbringer.” He closed his fist in a swift crushing motion, eyes flicking wickedly to Jason. “Bonebreaker.”