OG Monster Queen, aka Hazel

No Frazel, Solangelo or Percabeth bashing in this house! Bashing Jiper/Jasper or Caleo is allowed, tho.... they were not meant to be.

No show bashing either! It's not a perfect one to one, but changes had to be made to make it in a different medium. (Honestly? Some moments in the show were actually better than the same moments in the books, I'm specifically talking about the sirens scene. Sue me. Although, I do think an animated show would've worked better- animation could make it so the monsters (and Tyson) wouldn't take up so much of the budget and still look so computer generated. Plus, as much as I love the actors in the show, we could have accurate character descriptions and personality, rather than choosing one over the other. I just don't get the 'everything has to be live action' crowd.)

Above 18 but below 25, that's the most you'll be getting about my age.

Cabin seven, eleven or six. In that order on purpose, you freaks. I've always gotten one of those on many many tests. Archery, writing, and fabric arts (like crochet, stitching clothes and cross-stitch) are my favorite activities!

"I think about your story long after I read it" No you don't, this comment was posted less than a day after the work itself was posted.

"Reading each chapter" This is a one-shot???

"You still include borders" No, I don't??? Tf??? This is a 4k omegaverse smut fic, where would I have time to talk about borders? I even checked via ctrl + f, and there is not a single mention of borders in my fic. Even the letter combination of 'bor' doesn't show up in this fic, not even once.

"Your fictional countries" I did not include worldbuilding in my 4k word omegaverse smut fic. Also, it's Percy Jackson- which is set in the very real place of Long Island- in the US- which does have borders. I did not change that, becAUSE IT'S A 4K WORD OMEGAVERSE SMUT FIC.

"I find this deeply concerning" That's a you problem, not a me problem.

"Depicting borders can be interpreted as supporting the actions of ICE and anti-immigration, fascist ideologies" What the actual fuck. I guess it could be? Like, politics and smut are a bit of a weird combo, but I guess you could see it that way? Also, again, I did not depict borders in a 4k omegaverse smut fic- at the very least, not outside of how canon depicts borders. (I'm writing about the PJO and HoO books, which came out in 2005 to 2014, and- this might be hard to believe- but Rick Riordan did not know about ICE when it was a decade in the future.)

"This is difficult to reconcile with the empathy shown in your writing" What empathy? I'm a complete bitch and I know it.

I'm going to completely skip the next bit, because, yes- depicting a world without borders does sound cool- but why are you saying this under a 4k omegaverse smut fic?

"I found your address through social media and the public phonebook" Who uses phonebooks anymore?

"And it turns out we live in the same state!" I'm not from anywhere that has states, and definitely not from the US.

"This is such a lovely surprise." No. It's really not.

"I will come over this weekend" I kinda wish that I hadn't deleted this comment now. I would love to ask how the meeting with 'me' went.

"I want to talk to you-" Actually, I don't really want to talk to you.

"-about the importance of writing countries without borders and how we can participate in protesting against ICE." Bruh. I'm not American? I get what's happening in the US rn sucks, but that's not really what I think about when I'm writing fluffy Percabeth smut.

"I think a personal conversation will be very helpful for both of us." Ok? Then reach out. DM me. It's not like I'm hiding from you.

"As we navigate the complex social and political issues through the lens of your fiction." I'm the only one writing this, you dumbass bot.

Ok, sarcasm aside, this is seriously a really bad bot to come across your fanfiction.

If I was actually american and had an actual social media presence beyond just ao3 and tumblr, then this bot would really freak me out. Someone online saying that they know your address is really scary and not something that I would ever want to go through.

I think the worst part is, they don't talk like a bot. They use normal words, normal phrasing, no special symbols, nothing different to what someone could make and know just from sitting at their normal keyboard and normal computer.

The fact that it's a guest does help a little, but not enough to where it matters. I'm lucky enough that the things they mentioned don't line up with my irl circumstances, but some people would actually have their circumstances and fic details be close enough to where this might seem real, which is honestly really scary.

Annabeth Chase spent her breakfast awaiting her boyfriend’s, Percy Jackson’s, arrival.

He sat at the Athena cabin’s table nearly every day since they returned from saving the world for the second time, blatantly ignoring the cabin seating arrangements. She adored how clingy her boyfriend was, she just wished he wasn’t like this solely because of the trauma of being kidnapped by the queen of the gods and being separated from her for eight whole months.

She laughed at something her half-brother Malcom said, her eyes still on the cabins in the distance, specifically the first building on the left. Cabin three- the Poseidon cabin. The Athena table in the mess hall had a clear shot into the field that sat between the twenty cabins, but she didn’t see Percy come out of his cabin at all during breakfast.

Which was a little weird. Not anything worthy of concern, but weird nonetheless. Percy certainly wasn’t a morning person, but he didn’t usually sleep in this late either. He was probably just up late the night before. If he was, it was probably because another sea animal had needed help and Blackjack had kicked down his door at 3 am because of it. She always loved hearing about the wild adventures her boyfriend got into in the middle of the night, and the mythical creatures he helped.

She’d have to ask him about it when she brought him breakfast.

Speaking of, when the nymphs started cleaning up the food, she grabbed some extra fruit and blueberry pancakes for Percy. He needed to eat, even if he had slept in. Her inner alpha preened at the idea of providing for her partner.

Sometimes he would ‘sleep in’ on purpose just so she would bring him food, because it satisfied her providing instincts. He would never admit he did it on purpose, but it almost always happened when she was sad or upset about something, so she figured him out pretty quickly.

When the breakfast bell rang, that meant everyone was free to go.

She picked up the plate she’d loaded up for Percy and apologized to one of the cloud nymphs for stealing the plate. The nymph nodded with a grumble and made her promise to bring it back by lunchtime. She agreed, and walked off to the cabins instead of the archery class led by Kayla Knowles from the Apollo cabin she was supposed to be attending with the rest of her siblings. But Kayla was her friend- she would understand and not tell anyone of her absence, so it was fine.

She easily blended in with the Hermes and Apollo cabins as they scattered amongst their cabins and other activities. Right after breakfast was one of those cabin’s free periods.

As Athena’s head counselor, she always made sure that the Athena cabin and the Poseidon cabin shared a free period on the weekdays, so she and Percy could hang out as often as possible.

Most of their activities overlapped, except the times when they taught younger kids, because they always wanted to attend the other’s lessons, even when they knew everything that was being taught. Percy did sword-fighting and Annabeth did Ancient Greek on Tuesday afternoons, at 2 and 4 pm respectively.

Many people, especially Annabeth’s siblings and their mutual friends, would say they were attached at the hip. They didn’t care- they were clingy since the Argo II and they knew it.

“Percy!” She called out, knocking on cabin 3’s door. “I brought you breakfast!”

“Annabeth…? You’re here…?” He almost whined, which she had never heard Percy do before.

She ignored it, and responded quickly. “Yep! I brought you food!” She said proudly. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, please.” He begged. Begging sounded quite weird on the savior of Olympus, but she ignored it in favour of feeding her boyfriend.

Annabeth opened the door- probably slower than was absolutely necessary- and a solid wave of pheromones slammed into her. It smelled like wet sand and sea salt, and was much more pronounced than Percy’s normal beta scent.

The sight of her boyfriend- even without the abnormal scent- was a red flag in and of itself.

Percy was laying on his bed in only his boxers, throat bared to the sky with his head thrown back against the pillow. He cradled his stomach in his arms, as if in pain.

His blankets were thrown to the side, some having fallen to the floor at the side of his built-in bed. Every visible inch of his tanned skin was flushed red. Even from several meters away, she could easily tell that he was burning up, and badly. Probably over-heating, which is why he didn’t want the blankets.

His wide eyes stared at her, but were also glazed over. He was looking at her, but he clearly wasn’t truly seeing her.

“Annabeth…”

“Percy?” She asked. “You’re sick. I’ll go get Will, he can help-”

“Don’t leave. Please- please don’t leave me.”

“It’ll be just a moment, Seaweed brain.” She said, placing the plate of food down on Percy’s nightstand. “Percy, can you try to eat a bit? I got your favorites. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He pushed the plate away. “Annabeth! Please!”

“Percy, the Apollo cabin can help, they’ll be able to figure out-”

“No! Annabeth, please!”

“Percy, I don’t know what you want me to do-”

“Please, alpha!”

He looked just as shocked at his own words as she was.

That was weird beyond just being sick. 

Percy had never called her ‘alpha’ before.

Why had that changed just now?

Unless… 

Was he…?

No…

No way.

She had presented unusually late, being forced into presentation by holding up the sky for twenty-two hours at fourteen.

Most people presented as alpha or omega before turning twelve- demigods almost always knew what they were before even arriving at camp.

They were almost eighteen- he couldn’t be presenting now. He just couldn’t be.

Although, she had read some studies that said that- even though a large amount of stress could force a presentation- stress could also slow down or even (temporarily) prevent presentation.

And saving Olympus- and the world- twice in less than two years very well could’ve been enough stress to do so.

But this didn’t look quite like any presentation that she had seen, closer to a heat than anything else.

“Percy, are you cramping in your lower stomach?” She asked, doing her best to see if it could be anything else.

“Yes…?”

That supported two things: appendicitis, and presentation.

“Do you feel nauseous?"

“No, but I’m not hungry. Why?” He said.

Okay, that eliminated the appendicitis from the equation. He would almost certainly be nauseous if that was the case.

He also had significantly calmed down since she had stopped trying to leave, and- importantly- he had called her ‘alpha’, like it would make her stay.

“Percy, I think you might be presenting… as an omega.”

“What? But- but… I’m a beta?” His eyes unglazed, and finally focused on her like they were actually seeing her again.

Betas don’t exactly present as betas, they just never present as an omega or alpha.

She thinks she might remember one of her sisters- who was way more into biology than Annabeth had ever been- talking about a common scientific hypothesis that there were no betas, just people who had never presented. She doesn’t think her sister ever said why they never presented, but Annabeth knows there must have been evidence that supported the hypothesis if it was so well accepted.

Suddenly, that theory made a whole lot more sense than she had previously thought.

She didn’t respond, just stared at him as her brain ran a million miles an hour.

“This isn’t what you said your presentation was like, is it? You said it hurt, but not like- like… this…?” He murmured.

Now that was something she could help with, because she actually knew about that.

When someone presents super late- like after sixteen- they would’ve missed their first heats or ruts. Possibly even several cycles, depending on how late they presented.

Their body would immediately begin making up for lost time.

“I think you’re in heat too.” She said slowly.

He stared at her. “I can’t be. People don’t get their heats or ruts until like five years after they present, right?”

“If you had presented on time, then yeah. But not when you’ve presented this late, Percy.”

He tried to sit up, but then he yelped and curled back in on himself.

She rushed forward to help lower him back to the bed. “Seaweed brain, don’t hurt yourself.”

“But that’s what I’m best at. Other than getting into trouble, of course.” He grumbled once he was laying down. “Can you…?” He trailed off.

“Can I…?” She asked, trying to figure out what he wanted.

He gestured for her to lay down with him, clearly wanting cuddles, or more.

She nodded. She carefully climbed into bed, making sure not to bump into him and accidently hurt him.

The scent of being so close to an omega in heat- her omega, her brain helpfully supplied- was turning her on, but she decided against saying anything.

Percy shuffled closer to her, his bare chest pressing against her clothed breasts.

He whined, somewhere between pain and desperation.

“Please…” He whispered, and she didn't think he even realized he had said anything.

She couldn’t smell herself, but she had been told- mostly by Percy- that she smelled like old, well-loved books, permanent markers and citrus. It didn’t sound very appealing to her, but judging from the way he shoved his nose into her scent glands and sniffed, he apparently loved it.

“Percy, I think we need to talk about this before we do anything.”

He pulled back from her neck at her words.

“Are you with me?” She asked.

He closed eyes and shook his head. She only laughed at his blatant lie. 

“Percy…”

“What? I help you during your ruts, how is this different?” He mumbled.

“Because now you can get pregnant."

He whined, apparently enjoying that thought. Okay, he had some level of breeding kink. Noted.

“Percy, a little mix of you and me running around would be adorable, and I know we both want a future together- but we are not in any way old enough to be having that conversation.”

“But baby…” He whined.

She couldn’t tell if he was calling her baby, or if he wanted a baby. Probably both.

“Seaweed brain- I love you, and I will say that a hundred more times if you want me to, but this is a firm no. You’re not in your right mind at the moment, and I refuse to make that big of a life decision for both of us without thoroughly discussing it first." She said, tracing little circles on his bicep.

He put his bottom lip out and pouted.

“Now who’s a baby?” She teased.

He blinked sweetly, almost begging her to lose control.

“Look, Percy, either we cuddle this whole heat through, or I go get a pack of condoms.” She said, actively staring at the wet spot on his boxers. He was already so wet, and she hadn’t even done anything. “Which of those sounds more appealing to you?”

His eyes welled with tears at the thought of Annabeth leaving him for even a moment. “Do you have to go?”

“If you want to be fucked, then yes I have to leave for a minute or two. And before you ask, I’m not going to fuck you raw.”

He rolled his teary eyes, like she was the one being unreasonable for not wanting him to get pregnant at seventeen.

“I’ll be safe?”

“Of course. Everyone knows you’re mine, and they all still think you’re a beta. They won’t dare to come close if they know you’re my omega now.”

“You’re going to tell everyone?”

“More like brag about it, but yeah- unless you don’t want me to, of course. Are you okay with that?”

He stared up at the rocky ceiling for a minute before speaking. “We can tell everyone after my heat. No one comes to my cabin anyway, and only our friends will worry if we suddenly disappear. Just… tell Will. I trust him enough to keep the secret until my heat is over.”

“Perfect plan. Couldn’t have come up with a better one myself.” She praised him, knowing omegas liked that. “I need to go to the infirmary for condoms anyway, and he’s usually there. I’ll tell Will and he can tell Malcom why he needs to be head-councellor for a few days. Hopefully I can rope Will or someone into bringing us food every day.”

“How long will you be… gone?” He said the last word like it pained him.

“Just a few minutes. I promise, no one will hurt you, omega.” She purred, rolling the word off her tongue teasingly.

He bit his lip like he was scared, and nodded. “Okay.”

She got up from the bed.

“While I’m getting ready-” She said, purposely avoiding the word ‘gone’, “-if you can, eat those apple slices. If you can’t, then I want you to make a nest using all the blankets you can find in there.” She pointed to the plate on the nightstand and the linen closet by the door. “I don’t want you to be hungry or uncomfortable while I fuck your brains out.”

Hopefully those options- and that promise- would distract him enough that he would still be coherent when she got back.

She gave him the most reassuring smile she could muster.

He reached for the plate as she closed the door behind her.

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He still couldn’t believe that he was an omega.

Of course, ‘still’ might be exaggerating it- he had only known for maybe ten minutes, it was probably pretty normal to be in shock less than an hour after presenting this late into his life.

And in heat at that.

That morning, he thought he’d just been sick, so he stayed in bed, knowing Annabeth would bring him breakfast.

Now he was staring at that breakfast and waiting for the alpha to come back and- in her words, fuck his brains out- which sounded awesome. He could hardly wait for her to be ready.

Alpha gave him two options, 1. eat the apple slices or 2. make a nest.

The apple slices would go brown and not be very good after a few hours, which he knew was why she wanted them to get eaten first, but they just smelled awful.

Nothing like alpha, his brain oh-so helpfully supplied.

Thanks brain, he replied sarcastically.

He sighed and ended up pushing the plate away again.

His lower abdomen cramped at the mere thought of eating, but he knew it wasn’t his stomach. A whole new organ had just finished growing inside of him, and was alerting him to its presence by cramping.

He slowly got up, and waddled over to the linen closet. The door swung open gently but it still managed to whack him in the forehead. He was more out of it than he thought if a slow moving door could hit him like that.

Percy pulled out a pile of ocean-themed blankets that his arms could barely hold up, and brought them back to his bed.

They smelled of the citrus laundry detergent.

Like alpha, his brain insisted.

He piled them onto his bed and immediately began moving each of them around into the shape of a nest.

After a few minutes of rearranging, he decided he needed more blankets.

He shuffled over to the closet again, painfully aware of the wetness between his legs. Was this what every heat was like, or was this one just dramatic because he’d missed a few?

Once he finished making the nest, he climbed into it and tried to eat the apple slices again.

They still smelled weird, but even so, he tried shoving one in his mouth. Nope, not gonna happen. They tasted even worse than they smelled.

He managed to eat a few blueberries, and that was probably only because they were blue that he could stomach them.

Unconsciously, he rubbed his thighs together, desperate for his alpha’s return. 

When the door finally opened and a golden head of hair popped in, he nearly cried of relief.

“Alpha…” He begged. “Please…”

“Oh, Percy, I’m here. You made a beautiful nest.”

He quite literally purred when she said that, something that betas definitely couldn’t do. Betas also didn’t usually get excited when someone told them their nest was pretty- they didn’t typically make nests either.

He really couldn’t believe that he was an omega now, but he definitely was one- no denying that anymore.

She put down a box of condoms and took off her orange camp half-blood shirt. He took it from her hands and added it to his nest, because it smelled like his alpha.

She laughed at him and took off her jeans and handed them to him. He added them too, but tucked them under another blanket because the jean’s texture was bad against his sweaty skin.

He made grabby hands like a child, so she let him unbutton her bra and pull it off. She posed and showed off her muscles, which made him blush even though he had just taken off her bra.

“Can I come into your nest, omega?” She asked, leaning down to his level, hands on her knees. Her breasts and golden hair fell over the side of the nest. He nodded, shyly covering his face.

“I need words, omega.” Oh, she was going to make him say it? Out loud?

“Please. Please come in here and fuck me, alpha.”

She smiled and crawled in, taking care to not knock over the wall of the nest.

“Can I take these off?” She asked, pointing to his boxers.

“Please do.”

She slowly pulled his boxers down, and a string of slick followed the underwear as they were pulled away. A bit of the slick came back, water tension no doubt, and was ice cold from being surrounded by air. He did not like the sudden- albeit small- temperature change to his privates. He made a face, and Annabeth froze. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’m great. Just… weird. Never been wet down there before lube.”

She got the hint and grabbed the lube from one of his drawers that lined the stone wall.

“Here. Can I…?”

“Yes. Please. But I wanna take off your boxers first.”

“Of course.”

He pulled hers down, and her dick sprung forth, already half hard.

“Am I really that attractive? We haven’t even done anything yet, Wise girl.”

“Obviously you are, only a Seaweed brain could doubt themselves when they have an already naked alpha sitting right in front of them.”

He grabbed her dick and rubbed it, flicking the tip. She inhaled sharply in response.

“Don’t tease me! Evil omega…”

He just laughed at her. He leaned forward and nibbled her neck, and this time she properly gasped, not just a sharp inhale. After a few licks and nibbles at her scent gland, he pulled back.

She rolled her eyes, and they began making out, teeth bumping against each other every so often. Her mouth tasted like fruit, chocolate chip pancakes and orange juice. In other words, delectable.

Her finger circled his nipple, and the other hand crept down to his crotch, dragging against his skin as it moved.

She poured lube onto two of her fingers, and pushed him backwards with her other hand, breaking their kiss. His legs spread on autopilot, his instincts excited for what would come next.

His hole twitched and fluttered, awaiting her lubed fingers. She circled it, far too slowly for his tastes. He wiggled his hips, non-verbally signalling that she was not, in any way, going fast enough for him.

Yet again, she only laughed at him. Then she pressed into his core with two of her fingers.

She shuffled up the bed and kissed him, shoving her tongue deeper down his throat every time he gasped when she scissored him. How was her tongue even that long?

One of her fingers bumped against something- something that made him go limp under her.

She pulled away from their kiss, while still massaging his special spot. “Mhm, looks like I found it.”

He mumbled something incoherent in response.

She pressed a third finger in, which- despite having no lube on it- slid in just as easily as the other two had. “I wonder how neither of us knew you were an omega before this. You’re so wet for me, it’s like you were made to be an omega by the fates themselves.”

He only ran his fingers through her golden hair, wondering how an alpha so beautiful and perfect loved him so much. After the third finger could move about easily, she slid in a fourth- which made his eyes roll back.

She scissored him for another few minutes, until his hole was loose and pliant.

Then she pulled out.

He whined at the loss of stimulation, but she quickly stroked her dick to its full height and snatched one of the foil packets in the box that had been left on his nightstand. She proceeded to tear it open with her teeth and roll the condom down her dick while making direct eye contact with him.

“Oh my gods, how did you even do that without looking?”

“Please don’t bring our parents into this.”

“You didn’t answer me.”

She smiled. Instead of answering, she pulled him into a kiss and lined up her large dick with his hole. She never was going to answer that question, was she?

Then, she pushed in, in one long movement. They both moaned in unison, him because of the stretch, her because of the wet hole her member was sinking into.

She stayed still for a moment, her dick soaking in a combination of lube and slick. “Can I move? I’m not hurting you?”

“No, you’re not hurting me, I’m doing great. Or I will be, once you start moving.” He breathed.

He felt her lips turn upwards into a grin around his mouth as they kissed. Then, she pulled back from their kiss and began moving. First she rolled her hips, then she began thrusting, hard and fast. She’s unrelenting, shoving him down into the mattress with her ferocity. There’s a horribly obscene loud smacking noise when their hips meet- but in that moment, Percy didn’t care if the whole camp could hear them.

“You feel so good around me, darling. Someday, I’ll fuck you raw. Give us perfect little pups.” She promised.

He let out a shuddering gasp at the thought, an image of a small blonde boy with his sea-glass eyes, and an older girl with curly black hair and storm-gray eyes.

“Oh, you like that, huh? Well, I wanna know how it’d feel to flood you with my cum, to breed you just right.”

“Close…” He murmured, in lieu of a response to her obvious bait.

She smiled, like she had known that’s how she could get him. Then she went faster, her knot finally swelling enough to catch on his rim.

When he came, he cried out, desperate even though he’d only just gotten what he wanted. His cry was easily loud enough for the cabin next door to hear, he was just lucky the Ares cabin had wrestling lessons right after breakfast today.

She came into the condom only seconds after he did, her knot popping inside with her last, deep thrust and locking them together for the next half-hour.

He promptly fell asleep, even if only for a few minutes.

“Hey sleepy head. You up?”

“I wouldn’t call laying down being ‘up’, but I’m awake now.” He said with a yawn.

“Same difference.” She replied easily. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“Other than that?”

“Happy. Doin’ better than I was at first when I presented.” He grumbled sleepily, his words slurring from sleep.

“That’s good! Are you still cramping?”

“Not really. That stopped once you were inside me.”

“Will you start cramping again when I pull out?”

“I dunno, I’m not exactly an expert on this. Didn’t you ask Will about this while you were out?”

“No- but that probably would’ve been smart.”

“That’s okay. Do you know how long the first heat lasts?”

“No clue. But most heats last two to four days, and I don’t think it would be much different for the first one.”

“We can handle that.”

“Yeah, I think we can.”

Percy’s heat ended up breaking five days later, and they almost ran out of condoms during that time. Annabeth refused to leave cabin 3 during his heat, and would growl at anyone who came to check on them.