Happy Valentine's Shana! Could I ask for more lady mo (if you do snips of that still since you started moving it to AO3) or if not, some time travel Percy where he is claimed as Persephone’s son? Thank you!
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As a fellow child of the big three, Thalia is assigned to keep an eye on Bianca and Nico. In practice, their powers really have nothing to do with each other and everyone's aware the strongest person in Camp is Percy, so he ends up playing chaperone while Charon attempts to coax their abilities out of them.
"Hades's skills are rather advanced," Charon says after another day when they can't make the mouse skeletons so much as squeak. "Perhaps we should start with earth manipulation. It tends to be less innate, but more simplistic."
Bianca's eyes narrow, but Nico is unconcerned with the potential slight. "Is that what Percy did around camp?"
"Very similar," Charon nods while Percy hides a wince. "As a son of Persephone, Percy has a command over the earth born both of her status as a goddess of spring and queen of the underworld."
"Can he do this then?" Bianca asks. "Give us a demonstration."
"I mostly excel at soft skills," he says, by which he means beating people and monsters up with his sword. He excels at other things, too, just none that he can demonstrate without revealing his true parentage.
"Give it a try," Charon says. "It can't hurt."
Percy makes a face, but it'll probably be good for his reputation for him to fail at something. He lifts a hand like he would if he was trying to move something big, like changing the tides of the ocean, and concentrates on warm, deep earth. He makes sure not to focus on water or tectonic plates, things he could conceivably move, and just pretends for a moment that he really is a son of Persephone.
He's about to let his hand drop and call it a bust when the ground erupts in front of him. Earth spits itself up and Percy hastily lets go of his grip on it, and it settles, somehow, even though he really shouldn't be able to do that.
In front of him is what looks like a trench. Or a mass grave.
Fuck.











