Here Comes the Sun
Percy is a tool.
I'm not being rude. He is literally a tool. Used and broken by the gods, then thrown away, to places where nothing thrives but the darkness.
Annabeth is dead. So are the rest of the Seven. So, naturally, Percy assumes that he can get some time off. Get his mind out of the dark places that have been haunting him since the war with Gaea. But no, he can't.
When he arrives at his mother's apartment to find both her and Paul laying dead on the floor, all valuables gone, something inside Percy breaks. It just snaps, and the next thing Percy knows, a pair of warm arms are trying to wrap themselves around him...
This is a Percy X Apollo fanfic, taking place after the Heroes of Olympus series. I do NOT own the Percy Jackson series, and warning: There will be mention of suicide, possible graphic scenes, and violence. I will provide another warning before each chapter that has something I feel may be disturbing to some. If you do not pay attention to these, that is your fault. You have been warned.
Also, yes, the title is from a Beatles song.