#exiled orm

PJO x DC crossover fanfic

Intro:

Percy Jackson didn't want to be a hero, he needed to, but here he is expected to be a hero again! While Orm Marius didn't want to be a villain, but he felt he had to and ended forever exiled from the seas as a result. But perhaps the sons of the sea will allow him to heal, and in turn help them.

First - Next Chapter

CW: Mature (suggestive themes)

Chapter 2

The sea hummed with energy, pulsating anew as if a heartbeat thrummed throughout its entirety. The waters have long since slumbered, lulled into the slow fade of time. Forced to the foe that is mankind and its consuming greed, sickening its very womb that birthed the very start and whole of the Earth.

Once the ocean was begat from Chaos' progeny beat with a celestial’s heartbeat. A heartbeat that passed from kin to kin, ruler to ruler, as protectors and the very life force which kept the ocean alive with not just wildlife, but magic that thrummed through every inhabitant's souls.

This was the sea that spanned that entirety of the planet that led the way for the Earth to rise as its tides lowered. Of the valleys and mountains carved into Gaia’s being from the very ocean’s past journeys.

This was the watery womb which held the very beginning of life that evolved.

But as life entails, death follows.

Even when it took billions upon billions of years, eventually the divinity which held the very essence and soul of the magic and earth slept — fading back into Chaos’ hold.

Thus, the time of mankind’s rise to new heights and unfortunate demises began.

Of heroes and villains, creation and destruction, that wove its way throughout the land of magic’s hold on the world became selective and thus much rarer for the general populace. Of the untold loss that wove its way through every being’s essence as the slow death of the planet kept its onward spiral.

Oh, but the joy. The quiver that could be felt. The energy that thrummed as the heart of the sea awakened. As true divinity came back unto the planet.

Thus, begins the tale of the heirs of the sea awakening unto this Earth.

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Percy woke up feeling like he was drowning. He felt every molecule of liquid puncture and flood into his lungs. He clawed at his throat like a madman, desperate to breathe. He could feel his powers wrap around him like a vice — coiling, threatening, sweat.

He felt liquid turn poison. Igniting an inferno into his veins, burning his organs and blood like delicacies to its hungry maw.

He could feel his ichor thrum to be released, to overwhelm the red iron of his mortal blood.

But then as if Medusa turned her gaze toward him, Percy froze as he heard his ex-girlfriend’s words hiss in his ears, “Somethings aren’t meant to be controlled.”

Percy could hear Akhlys’ screams. Begging him to stop.

Begging a monster for mercy.

And thus Percy surrendered.

He deserved to drown in poison and misery.

He was nothing but a monster after all.

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Orm was dying of thirst. There were no tears or saliva or sweat to quench his twist. Nothing but the dust and dirt that made his cage.

He was once a king of Atlantis. The Oceanmaster that would bring the surface dwellers to their knees and purify the seas with their blood. Justified with all their pollutants and killings of his own peoples.

Now this is nothing but a plaything for the Deserters. Something for them to beat and slice into and feast onto his misery and blood.

He could feel their claws sink into his skin that was nothing but plaster over his bones. Could feel their tongues lap up his ruby blood. Disgusting and dishonorable. That was all he was.

Except, then it was as if an explosion went off and the Deserters were thrown off of him.

And Orm looked up to his savior. It wasn’t his brother this time, but two boys. Their faces and age were unknown as they blurred and shifted like the very sea.

The only distinguishable thing was the two boy’s eyes that were so bright. One so blue and the other so green that it was as if the sea herself was awake and thrumming throughout them. One of the depths and the other close to the surface.

And then the green-eyed boy held out his hand, reaching to help Orm up and the room vanished into a sea of red. Blood, blood of thousands and thousands filling up his lungs.

And the green-eyed boy screamed — his own blood pooling from his eyes and mouth, while the blue-eyed boy yelled for the boy to-

“Wake up!”

Orm woke up gasping, staring at the yellowing surface-dweller ceiling of his apartment. A human man (A lover? Though the man was kneeling by Orm for some reason instead of being on the bed) looked worried at Orm, his brown eyes full of questions.

Orm breathed in deeply, grabbing his glass of water and chugging it down like a madman.

“Just a bad dream,” Orm assured the man.

The man crossed his arms standing up, and sighed, “If you say so Owen.”

Orm grimaced at his human alias, but otherwise didn’t deign the man an answer and simply stretched and slipped on some clothes.

The man pointedly looked away. His face heated up embarrassed.

Orm scoffed to himself. It's not like the man didn't see all this before. Not like he can remember having sex (the familiar sting of being hungover ensured that), but why else would a human man be in his house?

“Usually my bedmates don’t bother with small talk in the morning.” Orm replied a bit annoyed. His nightmare still flashing before his mind and echoing across his body.

The man yelled, “You just assume that I was here for sex?! Ugh! Even if I was, it doesn’t make me a shit person to not be concerned when someone starts thrashing and screaming in his sleep.”

Orm turned around, snarling at the man, not even remembering his name, “What else would I invite another hu-” Orm corrected himself, “person in my place for?! In any case, you must have been a shit lover if I still had dreams after!”

The man's eyes flashed with hurt (and did Orm see pity?!), “You were drunk out of your mind. You think I’d take advantage of you like that?! I slept on the couch after because it was ass O’clock in the morning and I was just going to leave a note, but then I heard you screaming.” The man throws up his arms in indignation, “So sorry for being concerned about my coworker!”

Orm paused, bewildered and looked over to his discarded clothes from yesterday on the ground and then blinked as he realized that he wasn’t sore at all besides from a headache. Huh, guess he just slept naked for some reason.

But then he remembered the AC was out. It was probably too hot, and drunk Orm doesn’t exactly think things through.

“Wait,” Orm said, catching up on the last thing the man said, “Coworker?”

Orm inspected the man. He was rather tall for a human at over 6 feet, and was pretty well-built with dark hair and skin. He has a piercing through his lip that Orm quite frankly wanted to bite.

Oh! Orm groaned inwardly. It’s Carlos Valencia, the newbie at the Cee’s Sea Bar.

Really, what came of his life to be working at a human bar?

Oh right, being an exiled prince of Atlantis that can never return to the sea lest he risk his immediate execution.

Orm was drawn out of his thoughts though when he looked over to the other man.

Carlos did not look amused and simply huffed, “Whatever I’ll see you at work tonight. Hope you remember me then.” And then he whispered to himself as he walked out of the room, but Orm could hear every word, “I just wanted to help.”

Great, now it was like all the moisture in the air was taken from him (Orm never quite got how a bucket of cold water would feel horrible, so he made his own saying).

“Wait!” Orm called out, rushing to stop Carlos as he was walking out the front, “I’m sorry and,” Orm wetted his lips as Carlos looked back at him, “And thank you for waking me earlier.”

Carlos gave a small smile, “You’re welcome Cariño.”

“Cariño?” Orm whispered to himself (voicing the unfamiliar surface word) as the man left and Orm stood there with a bittersweet smile.

Guess there really are good humans out there. He’s learning that everyday.

Eh, Orm shrugs as he goes to make himself a coffee. There’s still a lot of horrible ones too. It’s not as if Orm was completely wrong, but he sure doesn’t plan to wipe out the surface like he once did.

Now if only Orm could stop having these stupid dreams! Gods it's been twenty years and he still has nightmares of his imprisonment!

Though the two boys and the sea of blood at the end was new.

He wonders what that was about. It’s really too early for this. Orm glances at the glaring 6:07 on his microwave. Yeah, he really needs some coffee now. It’s easily one of humanity’s best inventions.

Notes:

For now the chapters may seem a little disjointed, but my Tumblr stuff is more drafty until I post the finalized version on Ao3.

Also, Orm from the Aquaman movies has my heart, so he will be the main mentor figure for Percy (and also Triton cause he will be there for the ride lol)