Percy Jackson: The Cursed Hunter

A/N: Honestly, I fucked up. I ended up writing a chapter today, and then realized that that chapter would have to wait a good like, 2 chapters before it could be published. I hate myself.

Also, trigger warning: MC uses pretty graphic words in this chapter.

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Two Months After Their Cohabitation Started:

"Do you want me to bring back you cock?"

We had been eating dinner, and after hearing this, I had almost spit out all the food that had been in my mouth and dropped my fork that had food on it at the same time.

I mean, I was still getting used to the fact that the 13 year old in front of me, was in reality, a couple billion years old and was also the entity that had probably seen the most cocks in the world.

Yet still, such a... dirty word coming from such an innocent looking person did shock me for a second there.

I soon got over it and responded though, saying,

"There's no need, for now. It'd only be a distraction anyways."

After all, no dick meant that it would be a lot easier for me to deal with my hardest challenge to date...

...going through puberty again.

Nah, I had been playing, but still, it would take away one source of distractions for me, making it easier for me to train.

Like, lets be real here, because we all did it. But the time teenagers spent jacking off probably amounted to a good month of your life or so.

But hey, it was a natural thing, and you needed a release somehow, no?

At least, in this life, I wouldn't have to deal with it for the foreseeable future.

Watching Aphrodite's expression though, I could tell that she was actually shell shocked by my statement.

"Not all men are dogs in heat, you know?" I said, sighing, honestly wondering how the PJO world was at this point.

I had to admit, it was probably due to my bias being raised up for 6 years by the hunters, but still, the men of this world were really fucking disgusting.

They did have male gods that had a really disgusting history when it came to their sex lives though, so I guess that probably had something to do with it.

But still, I could have sworn that around 70% of men in my past life had had to search up what a woman was, much less forced themselves upon them.

Once again sighing due to the heavily patriarchal state of the world I now lived in, I went back to stabbing my lasagna before saying,

"You've just been around too many bad men."

She looked at me in a questioning manner, but soon decided to drop the matter in favor of the question,

"How did you lose your..." she, for some reason, decided to be more careful with her words, "jewels in the first place?"

"You don't know?" I wondered, thinking that she had been stalking me since she realized that I was a male within the hunt.

"NO, FOR THE 5TH GODDAMN TIME! I WAS NOT STALKING YOU BACK THEN! I JUST THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN A GOOD PAWN TO USE." She burst out, before realizing how unmannerly it was, covering her mouth, and then sitting back down.

Smirking at her embarrassment, my face soon turned somber though as I recalled what had happened.

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I was a male.

I WAS A MALE.

Shaking, no, shivering, I clutched my head as I spasmed uncontrollably.

'They're gonna kick me out, they're gonna kick me out...'

Phoebe, Zoe, Lady Artemis...

They would all think that I was a monster!

But I swore, I could swear on the River Styx if I had too! I never knew that I was a man...

They would have to leave me though, I knew the would have to.

"Rule 1 of the Hunters: Men were Tartarus' spawn." I muttered bitterly to myself.

Wait.

Men were disgusting like that because of this thing I have between my legs, right?

So if I cut them off, then they could still accept me, right?

"..."

... They would still be my family, right?

I steeled my mind, before proceeding with what was necessary of me.

~~~

"And that's basically it." I stated, ending the story.

Sure, I had channeled my inner shounen dumbass protagonist whilst retelling that, and sure, I might have made the Boy look even dumber.

But, the joke was unfortunately on me at the end, because I was the one stuck with his mistakes.

And, the worst part was, Aphrodite was looking at me with pity written all over her face.

"Oh you poor thing... Why didn't you just take over his body like the other time and stop him from doing it?"

"I was only able to take over the body the other time because the Boy had straight up fainted in fear after seeing all those monsters surrounding. I was only able to pick up the slack then, and only because it had been a desperate situation." I replied.

"And please don't pity me. Again, it's better for my overall situat-"

"That's cope and you know it." She cut in, completely destroying my soul.

A dude has gotta do what a dude has gotta do, no?

Seeing as to how she wasn't buying it, because she had read what I was just thinking off the top of my mind, I just went back to eating my lasagna again in silent defeat.

That was, until she pulled out the wine bottle.

"Nope, that's not happening on my watch."

Grabbing the bottle and then the wine glass, I poured the wine onto the floor of the dining room which we were in and then dropped the bottle on the ground too, shattering it.

"Hey! What was that for?"

She wasn't mad, obviously, because she could just snap her fingers and clean it all up, but I could tell that I had pissed her off.

"You're thirteen right now! Act like one if you truly wanna do whatever it is you're trying to do." I told her, scolding her like any responsible parent would.

"First off, you are not my parent," fuck, stop reading my mind, "secondly, I can do whatever I want because I'm a god."

She didn't conjure up another wine bottle though (causing me to slightly smile), seemingly stricken by the words I had said.

I mean, it was pretty obvious that she was in her 13 year old form and was growing alongside me for a reason, but let's just say we both wanted to skirt that topic for now.

We ended up finishing the rest of the dinner in a, surprisingly, comfortable silence before the both of us retired to our rooms for the night.

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I did not know why I was going so far for that kid.

Well, he wasn't a kid, but still.

"Fuckkkkkkk!"

Releasing an unladylike scream at my mirror, I let it all out before flopping back into my bed.

At times like these, I honestly really did just want to call Ares or go fuck some random hot guy that I'd pick up from a nightclub.

But, I couldn't.

I just couldn't.

This path month, although I wouldn't like to admit it, had been a month of just surprises and revelations about myself.

Unlike the previous men I had been around, he had made me feel comfortable.

We had been able to talk for hours upon hours, just watching the moon slowly float across the sky as our conversations drifted along with it.

There was no intimate contact between us, we didn't flirt nor was there ever sparks flying between us, it was just me and him, enjoying our daily lives together.

It was a nice feeling, a much finer wine than any carnal pleasure had given me before, and I was starting to get used to it, and liking it.

Maybe that was why I hadn't kicked him out yet.

All because I wanted to experience this feeling for longer, if not, just for one more day.

Yes, I would like to do it with him eventually to see how it would feel, to see if it would be different from other men.

But for now, we would just take it one step at a time, day by day.

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A/N: Most people I know who truly loved each other started out as best friends. Although that isn't the only type of love I've seen, it's the type that I will be writing in this fic.

Also, I'd like to clarify that Aphrodite just wants to know Shalom better at this point (although her definition of "knowing" is admittedly twisted), whilst Shalom just thinks that Aphrodite wants to fuck him.

There's a nuance to this distinction lined out above, hopefully it makes sense.