light sadism

you've wound up as Miguel O'Hara's assistant and it's been your personal purgatory. From work partners, to boss and employee, you weren’t quite sure when the switch was made. He's rude, impatient, ridiculously arrogant and you despise the air he breathes and every atom of space he occupies. People worship the ground he walks on, but you've only seen him at his ugliest. Demand after demand, task after task, your resentment for the man grows until you reach your breaking point. Now, you’re free from working under him but at what cost? But he’s back and needs your help. And what he’s offering for your help isn’t so easy to pass up

When Percy Jackson slipped into the car Thalia Grace had occupied, he'd expected a neat conversation, maybe a bit of a retreat from having to sleep in cold, lonesome cars for a bit. He certainly hadn't expected to confront a new-found fascination with muscular thighs, nor confront the crush he'd been nursing since meeting her in the summer, but, well, here we are. Who would've thought it would be returned though? They do argue like a married couple though... With the Great Prophecy hanging over their heads, and so much pressure on their shoulders, sometimes comfort has to be found in letting go with another person, just for a little bit. Life's too short. (a one-shot, for now, unless people like this enough. Then I might do a Heroes of Olympus second chapter.)