💙 Polympians Event 💙

Clarifying right off the gate: This does NOT mean exclusively Percy x poly Olympians, it means any god/Percy ship.

EDIT: I made a sideblog for the event: @polympians-event

EDIT 2: Here's the link to the AO3 collection!

What is the Polympians Event?

What I have in mind is an open event for any and all god/Percy ships. You ship Percy with only one god? Fill the prompts with only that ship! You sail many different god/Percy ships? Fill each prompt with a different ship, if you want! A full Percy/Olympians poly ship, OT3 or any poly constellation? Primordial gods, titans or non-Olympian gods? Any god(s)/Percy ship goes!

I've seen, in recent years, that god/Percy ships have gained quite some traction and I love that, so much. But while there are bigger ships that do have their own events, there are also the tiny rarepairs that don't get these chances, and even with the bigger ones, not everyone has the time/energy to participate in all their ships' events. So one blanket event, where the biggest of god/Percy ships and the rarest of god/Percy ships are equally welcome.

Are there rules to this?

Yes, but only the most basic. No ship bashing or harassment of other participants. The event is open to all god/Percy ships, which means people will participate with your NOTPs too. Don't like them? Don't read them. Instead, focus on the new content to your own ships! If you can't be a civil, normal person about this, then this event isn't for you.

Whether you want to write smut or not is entirely up to you, but you ought to tag appropriately!

What's the plan?

I chose the dates of the Lightning Thief quest for this event! Meaning it will run from May 28th (Percy waking up at CHB) to June 21st (Percy returning the Master Bolt and Helmet).

That length works out well for there to be 12 prompts, and you would have two days to post each prompt, plus an additional 13th prompt on the last day, to keep with the theme of the Olympians.

I'll get an AO3 collection started to which you can submit your entries on AO3 and, if there would be interest in it, I could start a sideblog specifically for this event to which entries (with proper ship tags so you can filter out your NOTPs) will be reblogged as a signal boost.

What are the prompts?

May 28th/29th: Roman

May 30th/31st: wedding/marriage

June 1st/2nd: The sea does not like to be restrained

June 3rd/4th: family focus

June 5th/6th: jealous/possessive [god]

June 7th/8th: role-swap AU (god!Percy/demigod![god])

June 9th/10th: Modern AU/no powers

June 11th/12th: metamorphosis/shapechange

June 13th/14th: godly gifts

June 15th/16th: Aphrodite ships it

June 17th/18th: Percy accepts godhood

June 19th/20th: yearning/pining

June 21st: Mythology

And because I'm bad at phrasing short prompts, here some explanations on what I had in mind with them, though you are of course free to interpret them in whatever manner you read them!

Roman: could mean the Roman aspect of the god, a Roman!Percy AU, or whatever else you want to make of it!

family focus: Are Percy and the god married with children of their own? Percy as step-parent to campers? The god meeting Sally, Paul and/or Tyson?

metamorphosis/shapechange: the gods have a track-record of turning people into animals or plants. Does this mean full animal, or catboy/other hybrid? Is this angst or fluff?

godly gifts: magic powers granted to Percy, or literal physical gifts to court, or something else?

Aphrodite ships it: Aphrodite as wing-woman, hyping and helping, can also very much include Aphrodite/Percy since she would be her own biggest shipper

Mythology: could be a mythological AU where Percy takes on a role from the past, or specific elements of a tale that recur, anything

To be honest, I didn't feel like there was really a lot of interest in it when I did it last year? I mean there was interest before it, but not much participation, so I don't know if it's worth the trouble.

So, here's the question for the masses, I guess. If I came up with another prompt list for an all-inclusive gods/Percy event - fill any prompt with any god/Percy ship that you like, poly-ships included, no ship hate/shame, just a celebration of Percy and whatever godly lover(s) you ship him with - would you be interested in that?

I made this poll to see if there was interest and five people ended up saying definite yes. I have fallen too out of this fandom to organize an event with that little interest, to be very frank.

Tags: m/m, falling in love, courting, god Percy

Main Pairing: Zeus/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: Percy accepts godhood

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Summary: After the Giant War, Percy accepted godhood, to change Olympus, and Zeus. Hera gets punished for her actions during the war. And Percy takes the empty spot on the Olympian council.

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Change in Leadership

When all was said and done and the Giant War was won, Percy knew something had to change. He'd though, naively, that he would be able to change things, after the Titan War. And it hadn't. Sure, the gods now claimed their demigodly children earlier… to still use them like pawns in their petty wars. And they still failed to keep all their promises, like setting Calypso free.

Forcing the gods to make promises wasn't going to change anything. He wouldn't be able to change anything from the outside. Change only happened on the inside. And so he decided to claim what had been offered to him before. Godhood. Because even in one lifetime of pestering the gods, he would not be able to change enough. Godhood meant being on the inside, and having the time.

And one of the first things he pushed for was a punishment for Hera. Zeus had wanted to punish Apollo for what had happened, like he was responsible for the prophecies or something, who knew what that guy was thinking. Hera, on the other hand, had actively worked against the gods' wishes – which, on its own, wouldn't bother Percy so much, but she had also actively worked against them all. Stealing Jason and Percy and memory-wiping them, rendering them useless and vulnerable for too long. Her intentions, of making Greeks and Romans work together, might have been the right impulse, but the way she went about it was revolting, impractical and wasted time.

Not to mention the personal hurt feelings he had about having months of his life stolen and nearly dying multiple times on his way to New Rome, going on a quest without his memories and also being forced to lose his Achilles curse because of that woman. Yes, this was personal.

After presenting his arguments to the council, he could sway enough people. Because the gods were petty, the gods did not like to be manipulated – and that was what Hera had done. So she was stripped of her godhood and powers and sent to the mortal world, to earn it back. Alone. There was a sick sense of vindication and glee that Percy felt at that, because it wasn't that different from how she had stripped him of everything and sent him to the Romans. A punishment fitting the crime.

With Hera on her little mortal vacation, there was a vacant spot on the council. Honestly, Percy had expected Hades to take it – the Fates knew the god deserved it – but with a cryptic smile, Hades had shook his head and declined, saying there was a reason he stayed away from Olympus. All the drama, he told Percy. He also told Percy that he should take the seat, because he'd actually do something with it, instead of squabbling over petty family feuds.

That hadn't been as surprising as it should have been though. He'd seen what Hades was capable of and where his stand was, in all of this. So Percy had simply returned that cryptic smile and obliged.

And that was how Percy Jackson became the god of rain and member of the Olympian council. Which still sounded and felt so surreal to Percy, even after three months. Olympus was so overwhelming, beautiful but strange. And having to put up with the gods was exhausting. Sure, it wasn't all bad, he hung out a lot with Apollo, played cards with Hermes, learned all the juiciest gossip from Aphrodite. He was getting to know the gods on a personal level, and as equals. It was good. He… liked it. He liked being here, liked hanging out with most of them, liked his duties.

"Perseus," Zeus' voice was an annoyed grumble.

Smiling a little, Percy turned toward Zeus. Over the past months, Percy had actually learned to read Zeus pretty well and distinguish between the various grunts and glares. This one, it was annoyed – but not at Percy. At something that Percy was supposed to solve. So Percy remained seated at the edge of the giant pool that Olympus had, his feet dangling in the water, regarding the king. Waiting. Because part of his little 'Olympus has to change' project was to change the king.

Once Zeus realized Percy wasn't just going to come running, he grunted again, more annoyed this time, and crossed his arms over his chest. "The… nymphs are fighting, again."

"How's that my problem?" Percy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed and uninterested.

"Demeter is egging on the dryads, Ares just wants them all to fight, and one of them actually picked a personal fight over Aphrodite about… make-up?" Zeus looked so uncomfortable. "They keep yelling for me like they are children. I am the king of Olympus, I'm not dealing with their petty squabbles I have more important business to attend."

"Oh, and I don't?" Percy now raised his other eyebrow too. "Not my circus, not my monkeys."

"But they like you," Zeus unfolded his arms and gestured in agitation. "You can… deal with them. They listen to you! You are a member of the Olympian council, you will-"

"Oh, no," Percy interrupted him, shaking his head. "I'm not a demigod you can smite anymore, I am not going to take that tone from you, I am a member of the Olympian council, as you just pointed out, and I demand some respect too, from my king."

Zeus actually growled at that – always a sign that his patience was wearing thin, not that that bothered Percy all that much, he'd always lacked self-preservation, according to… everybody who ever met him. Percy pushed off the edge of the pool and dove into the water, swimming to the other end of the pool without resurfacing once, then turning and pushing off the wall. Only when he was in front of Zeus again did he emerge, hoping that was enough time to cool Zeus' temper.

"Join me," Percy offered after a moment.

"...What," Zeus stared at him incredulously. "There are three Olympians, fighting, right now-"

"And they'll get bored by it in no time," Percy shrugged. "If there's one thing I learned since moving here it's that you guys have an attention-span that is flat-out worse than mine. Aphrodite is gonna drop it once she gets horny, which consequently will also make Ares drop it because getting into Aphy's panties is more fun than egging on any fight, at which point Demeter and the dryads can just go back to whatever they were doing before this escalated. Now, join me."

"You are insolent and insubordinate," Zeus muttered beneath his breath.

Despite the muttering, he still went to climb into the pool. Percy smirked victoriously. The gods were all about manipulation – it was just about being more sneaky than what Hera had done by forcing the gods' hands during the war. Percy, despite what most his old teachers would claim, was actually a quick study. When it came to the important things in life. He'd learned to adapt to Olympus and godhood in his own way and he thought he was doing pretty well.

"I am the king of Olympus," Zeus huffed slightly. "I have responsibilities, I don't have time to… swim in the pool with you on a whim, while other gods are fighting."

"Again," Percy sighed. "It will resolve itself. Okay, here's a compromise: You stay in this pool with me for twenty minutes. And after that, I come check on your squabbling gods and take care of it in case it's still going on. Besides, you are the king. You get to do what you want. Swim with me."

He took Zeus' hands and then swam backward, pulling the king with him. Part of changing Zeus meant making him ease up and maybe take that stick out of his ass. So, Percy tried to actually get to know Zeus – which was harder than with the other gods – and tried to get the guy to relax. Coincidentally, he was kind of actually having fun during all of this. Which, unexpected.

The two drifted in the water for what felt like eternity but was only about ten minutes. Percy could visibly see how Zeus relaxed. Not necessarily open and soft, but… there was something there, something mesmerizing that Percy knew was dangerous, for himself. They drifted closer.

"The twenty minutes are up," Zeus cleared his throat, heading out.

Heaving a sigh, Percy climbed out after Zeus, following him to where the commotion supposedly was. There was nothing there. Peace, quiet and some frolicking dryads. Percy grinned and hip-checked Zeus, who grunted and stumbled a little, glaring at him.

"See. The king of Olympus takes twenty minutes self-care time and Olympus has, in fact, not crumbled into pieces," Percy's grin turned more teasing. "You are welcome."

"You… didn't even do anything this time, it resolved itself."

"Ye—ep. And you didn't have to deal with it and instead had a nice swim. You're welcome."

/break\

So the major flaw in Percy's plan was that he was basically Beauty-and-the-Beast-ing Zeus. Trying to make him more approachable, kinder, more… human. Which, was the good part. The bad part was where he was putting himself into the position of Belle, who oh so famously fell in love with the Beast. And that was the major flaw. He had not accounted for that to happen, in no way could he have predicted that he could develop actual feelings for Zeus. A god, yes, that was to be expected, now that he was a god himself, but the king of gods?

But with every time he hung out with Zeus, getting closer to him and learning more about him, Percy grew more attached. He couldn't even pinpoint when exactly he had fallen in love with Zeus, but it was roughly six months into his stay on Olympus that he realized, when he looked at Zeus and just seeing the king laugh and have a good time with Dionysus at a party made Percy smile. And oh no, he was happy just to see Zeus happy, he was having serious… feelings.

For a couple weeks, he fully hid it out, managed to avoid Zeus with everything else going on, but then he started to hear that Zeus was reverting back to how things used to be. Multiple gods had approached Percy and told him to 'get it together' and go deal with Zeus because apparently, he was the only one capable of doing something. Which was startling to hear too. The others had caught on with what he was doing, and that it was working. Okay. That was what he had to do, then.

"Zeus," Percy grunted, glowering just a little. "Stop terrorizing the muses, they are annoyed."

"I'm not terrorizing, I am simply requesting them to do their work," Zeus glared at him, and it was the hard glare, the serious one, the one Percy hadn't seen in months. "What do you care."

Oh. Even Zeus had caught on with the part where Percy had been avoiding him. Flushing just a little in embarrassment, Percy went to sit next to the king, motioning for the muses to leave. They did with no reluctance. Zeus looked like a petulant child, causing Percy to roll his eyes and reached out to rest a hand on Zeus', giving it an ever so gentle squeeze, startling the god.

"So, I like you," Percy whispered. "And I didn't… deal with it, on account of your history of being, well, you. But… Things are different. I'm not a demigod anymore, I'm a god too. And I know what I'm signing up for. But you would have to… make a genuine effort. Can you do that?"

He didn't even question if Zeus liked him back, he knew. Zeus nodded sharply and leaned in, eager. Percy grinned against the king's lips as they kissed for the first time. He could handle Zeus.

Tags: polyamory (m/m/f), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, pining, possessiveness, mortals/no gods

Main Pairing: Ares/Aphrodite/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: Aphrodite ships it

@writersmonth Pride Month Bingo Prompt: pink/sex

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Summary: Percy was hopelessly pining for the captains of the football team and the cheerleading squad, who were a very happily mated alpha and omega pair already, while he was still unpresented. Until he actually presents, during a football game.

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Part 2: Aphrodite Ships It!

Percy Jackson was so intriguing. He'd transferred to their school last year and rumors started right away. He had changed school so often in the past because he was a dangerous rebel, he had supposedly killed his old algebra teacher. It all sounded like nonsense, but it was interesting nonetheless and it made people look at Percy.

The view was nice. He was very cute, with sparkly sea-green eyes and utterly ruffle-able black hair that Aphrodite wanted to run her fingers through. And the cutest butt in the whole school. Which, Aphrodite meant that, she kept track of these things. It was hard not to look at him when he walked past, because he was very cute. Plus, he managed to make himself even more interesting, because he helped in a weird police take-down of their corrupt principal. Which was a wild thing to happen late last school year, but damn did it draw even more attention to Percy.

Perhaps not everybody, but so many people looked at Percy with want and desire, speculating what he would present as and fantasizing about either way. And Aphrodite was no different. She'd always been naturally curious and very horny and her mind was allowed to wander.

Sure, she was dating wildly wanted captain of the football team Ares Marston, the hottest alpha at school, with his strong muscles, good looks and highly respected reputation. But a girl could still want more and she was a bit of a glutton. Thankfully, Ares was very indulgent.

They'd taken pretty omegas to bed before, random hook-ups. Never more than that, really. And, very specifically, only omegas. Ares was a bit too territorial to share with another alpha. Which was something that had filled Aphrodite with just an edge of anxiety, because Percy Jackson had been unpresented and that meant he could be omega or alpha and at that point, Aphrodite wanted that boy very, very much. Which was unusual for her, she had passing fancies but now she had wanted Percy for months and she was picturing him, with her but also with Ares, which looked so good.

Here she was, Aphrodite Venier, captain of the cheerleading squad, daughter of famous model Thalassa Venier, girlfriend and mate of Ares Marston… pining and hoping. Pathetic, really. Nobody could know, it would absolutely tank her reputation.

And then the big game of the season came and just after half-time, everything changed. Because Percy Jackson presented and he presented as an omega. As much as Aphrodite wanted to cheer on her boyfriend, she noted a lack of anybody close to Percy. Not his usual friends, no family, he must have come to the game alone – and she was absolutely not going to leave the freshly presented and currently unconscious omega all on his own. They paused the game at the commotion anyway, so she had a chance to tell Ares she would be going with Percy to the infirmary and, much to her pleasure and surprise, Ares grunted his agreement, not looking away from Percy.

Oh, she had definitely shipped them, thinking about the two together so much, but apparently, all her whispers of what sweet, sweet things they could be doing with Percy if he presented as an omega, Ares had been very receptive of. And so she went to the infirmary and then, after the game, Ares joined them, displaying a surprising amount of protectiveness over the unconscious omega.

And then she got to take the cutie home and, even better, they were going to keep him.

"You look so pleased with yourself," Ares commented in a low, amused voice.

They were laying next to each other in her bed, with Percy squished between them, his head resting on Ares' chest and Aphrodite pressed up against his back, her arms around his waist and her nose buried in his neck so she could inhale that delicious, delicious scent. When she licked her lips, her tongue graced Percy's skin and the sleeping omega actually mewled. Hng. She was a weak woman for a cute, compliant little omega. Which, people usually didn't assume when they looked at her, after all she was the picture of an omega herself. But there was so much fun in dominating a pretty little omega. And everything about Percy Jackson had already been tempting even before he presented – she would have taken him as a beta or alpha too, quite frankly.

"Well, I know you're not interested in betas or alphas, so I do get to be a little giddy and a lot pleased that the pretty boy I wanted presented as an omega," Aphrodite looked up at Ares with a pleased smirk. "And now he is mine. And yours. Oh, I can not wait to see you take him apart, I'm sure he would make the most delicious noises when he's split open on your knot."

Ares gave a deep, low growl of approval at that, the scent of alpha arousal hitting her nose and making her smirk. Oh, she knew she was a bit manipulative, that was how she had gotten Ares to do a lot of what she wanted in the past. Grinning like a shark, she pressed her lips to Percy's neck, mouthing at his scent gland ever so gently. Marking. Not mate marking, but marking nonetheless. So others would be able to smell her on him, know he was hers.

"The fact that everybody in school thinks I am the possessive prick in this relationship."

"Two peas in a pod," Aphrodite chimed, smiling at Ares. "It's what makes us such a match."

"Less. Talking. More. Sleeping," Percy groaned, burying his face deeper in Ares' chest. "Rest."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, baby," Aphrodite kissed his cheek in apology. "We didn't mean to wake you."

"Yeah, doll," Ares grunted, sounding a little sheepish. "Sorry. Go back to sleep."

Percy made a small noise, and then they could hear his breathing evening out again. Out like a candle. Poor thing. Aphrodite carded her fingers through his hair softly. She remembered presenting, it was a little painful, very uncomfortable and extremely exhausting. He shouldn't be alone. She was glad they had gotten to take him home with them.

/break\

Percy was cutely confused when he woke up in the morning, face mushed between Aphrodite's breasts. She smiled at him and petted his hair like he was a cute little kitten. Mh, now there was an image. Kitten ears would look absolutely charming on him.

"Good morning, baby," Aphrodite whispered. "How do you feel?"

Percy took a moment to answer, stretching and tilting his head. "...Better? Still kinda yucky, but definitely better. Also, hungry. Really hungry."

"Good thing I went and got food," Ares grunted as he pushed the door to the bedroom open.

He was holding a bag from the charming little 1950s themed diner that Aphrodite loved so much. Smiling brightly, she kissed him as soon as he was within reach.

"Good alpha," Aphrodite whispered with only a note of teasing. "Providing for your omegas."

Percy's cheeks flushed dark red at her choice of words, and at the expectant look on Ares' face. Aw, their big bad alpha wanted to be praised by Percy too, wanted their new boyfriend to express that Ares made a good alpha to him too. Wasn't that just adorable?

"Thank you," Percy whispered, the blush not easing off.

"I got you blueberry pancakes," Ares decidedly did not look at Percy. "You always eat blue stuff."

"Thank you," Percy said it with much more intensity and excitement this time around.

Aphrodite bit her lips as she got to watch Ares blush. Now that was a tough feat. Even she only rarely managed to do that. Pleased, Aphrodite leaned in and kissed Percy's cheek. The other omega turned to look at her with those big baby otter eyes, blinking.

"You're very cute," Aphrodite whispered, grinning. "My cutie."

"Aphy," Ares heaved an exhausted sigh.

"Our," Aphrodite rolled her eyes with a pout. "Our cutie."

"I'm still a bit, uh, dazed and confused, about that?" Percy offered even as he dug into his food. "Like. We have never even spoken before. I get what you said before, about me being unpresented and things being, you know, awkward because of that, but…"

"I hear you, sweetie," Aphrodite tilted her head, taking her own food. "We need to get to know each other, in a non-mutually-stalkerish-way – don't think we aren't aware of you mooning over us too, lingering at our respective practices. We need to spend time together, get to know each other. However, that doesn't change that you're ours now and we are… a little possessive."

Percy raised one eyebrow and stuffed more pancakes into his face. That mouth could pack a lot. Aphrodite's eyes darkened as she saw that exact thought reflected in Ares. She could not wait to see him swallow Ares whole. Sure, he lacked experience – he hadn't been with anyone since joining their school and he didn't strike her as the sleeping around kind of person – but she had a feeling he would be making up for that with enthusiasm, and oh, that would look so good.

/break\

Percy looked good wearing Ares' Letterman jacket. Aphrodite was the one to put that on Percy, come Monday morning. She'd walked into school, a happy skip to her steps. She had been wearing the jacket when she walked in, as every morning. Until she walked past some of the basketball team and heard their very dirty comments about Percy, because at this point, everybody knew Percy had presented as an omega during the game. And though Aphrodite liked the core ideas they pitched – how good Percy would look on his knees, or on all four, and how his lips were definitely made to suck cock – she absolutely did not approve of any of those people doing that with her Percy.

So when she saw Percy at his locker, she headed straight for him, kissed his cheek, told him he looked cold and then shed the jacket to put it on Percy. A clear claim, of both her and Ares, since it was technically Ares' jacket but everybody knew she wore it, as his girlfriend.

"You put my jacket on him," Ares noted when the two met for the first time that day.

"You sound pleased," Aphrodite smirked. "Let me guess, locker room gossip was similar to what the basketball team had to say. Didn't like that, needed to stomp that before anyone else starts thinking they have a right to approach our omega."

Ares huffed and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to kiss her. "I don't like how attached we are. We do one-night-stands, fucking random pretty omegas is one thing. But this? You've been talking about him for so long and so much that I grew attached to that idea, and now he's presented and all I can think of is that he should be ours."

All Aphrodite did was offer a blinding smile. Yes, she was manipulative, but only when it was for everyone's best interest. Like Ares and Aphrodite gaining a cute little omega boyfriend. Everybody wins. She got on her toe-tips to peck his cheek, leaving a bit of lipstick behind.

/break\

"Dude, I miss one of your pining session because of a date and you present and, what, get a girlfriend and a boyfriend?" Grover huffed and slapped Percy's chest.

Percy blushed furiously and ducked into Ares' Letterman jacket, looking at his other best friend, hoping she would defend him or change the topic. Annabeth continued reading her book.

"You're wearing a Letterman jacket. You deserve the lecture. And the teasing," Annabeth finally looked up at him, very unimpressed. "We had to listen to you pine for months. Endure it."

Sticking his tongue out at her, he threw a blueberry. The next moment, Aphrodite kissed him on the cheek. She thought it was endearing that his friends were teasing him and she loved to hear that he had been pining for months. Ares took the chair next to Percy and Aphrodite sat down on his lap.

"What… are you doing here?" Annabeth raised one eyebrow.

Aphrodite smiled at here. "Here's where our boyfriend is sitting. So, here's where we are."

Main Pairing: Thanatos/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: godly gifts

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Summary: Ever since Percy moved to New Rome for college, he's had a secret admirer. Death.

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Godly Gifts

Death was courting him. Which sounded like the opening line to an Emily Dickinson poem, but actually, Percy was not being metaphorical, he was being very literal. Death, the god of Death, the angel of Death, was courting him. Not that he had known that for long.

Ever since Percy had moved to New Rome for college, he'd had a secret admirer. Yes, he noticed that. Flower bouquets and chocolate boxes didn't just randomly sprout in front of someone's door. Well, in the beginning he hadn't thought that it was for him, since he'd literally just moved there one day ago, so he thought that maybe the last tenant's partner had sent it, not knowing their beloved had moved. But it continued, for weeks. And then the food started. First a pizza delivery that he hadn't ordered, but it was his favorite, and it was already paid for anyway, so he took it.

He'd also been finding more black feathers outside his apartment. At first glance, they looked like raven feathers, but when the light hit them right, they shined so many colors, they were mesmerizing. So he thought maybe some special magical Roman bird. Not knowing what bird they belonged to, Percy decided to collect them anyway, because they were beautiful.

Only when Nico and Jason were over about two months into Percy living in New Rome did he learn what the feathers really were. Because Nico recognized them, and he was so startled by them, by the amount of them that Percy had collected. He said he'd seen them before, in the underworld. They were Thanatos' feathers and the Death God usually lost one or two after shadow traveling.

That was silly. Why would Thanatos come to him, that often? He laid awake the whole night, after Nico and Jason left again (holding hands and whispering and with a highly blushing Jason, so, Percy was high-key glad that they weren't staying over at his place).

The next day, he went to talk to Hazel and Frank. Maybe this was a gratitude thing, since the trio had saved Thanatos' life? Maybe Frank and Hazel were also getting tokens of appreciation?

They did not. Percy was the only one getting near daily gifts of sort from the Death God. The gifts varied, the flowers, chocolates, sometimes it was just… a pretty rock? Or a sea shell. Small things. Other times, it was the food being delivered to him and already paid for. And sometimes, he would even get something expensive, like jewelry or clothes. When winter started to get colder and Percy shuddered and muttered about needing a hoodie jacket, he found an azure blue hoodie jacket that was so soft and comfortable, just laying out on his couch.

Now, that one tipped him off that Thanatos wasn't just leaving gifts. He was keeping tabs on Percy, he must have heard that Percy wanted a jacket, and he must be aware that Percy knew who left the gifts for him, because this was the first time there was a gift waiting for him in his apartment. Breaking and entering, kind of problematic, but shadow travelers did have fewer boundaries there. So Thanatos had taken Percy knowing it was him as an invitation. Percy knew he should find this creepy but he found it weirdly charming. He felt looked out for, taken care of.

Still, now that he knew it was Thanatos, and that Hazel and Frank didn't get special treatment, there was absolutely no denying what was happening. Death was courting him, romantically.

Percy found himself laying sprawled on his couch, wearing the comfy hoodie he had gotten two days ago, since the jacket was nice but he needed more comfy clothes for at home, eating leftover pizza from last night that had just arrived paid for, again. He tilted his head.

"You know this is ridiculous, right?" Percy asked the empty room. "I mean, the gifts are really nice and I appreciate the food, I really do, because this whole college life thing is exhausting and… Wait, that's why you're even doing that. The first one arrived when my fridge was fully empty. That's… sweet and stalkery at the same time."

Percy tried to his smile. He really should not find this as charming as he did, but oh he was smitten.

"C'mon," Percy tilted his head back. "Stop making me talk to an empty room like I've lost my mind, I know you can hear me and are probably lurking in the shadows, pretty bird."

A flicker, in the darkest corner of the room, and then the sexiest god Percy had ever met stepped out. Tall, broad-shoulders, those strong arms had distracted him the first time they met. He wore his hair in dreadlocks that were loosely tied together in his neck. His pitch-black eyes bore into Percy's very soul – and that had never felt as literal as with the Death God. Percy smiled softly as he saw the near flustered look on Thanatos' face. Cute. Percy tilted his head and watched, waiting.

"Pretty bird," Thanatos repeated, clearing his throat. "I…"

The smile on Percy's lips turned into a bit of a smirk as he leaned back. "You gotta know that I'm interested at this point. What, you think I'd have let this go on for this long if I wasn't? Granted, I was just… generally flattered by someone liking me. But after I learned who it was, do you really think I would have just… let it go on for free stuff? Or that I, who has kicked major gods, titans and giant ass, wouldn't tell someone I'm not interested to stop, huh?"

Now, the god looked startled and a little lost. "I… do not know what to do."

Involuntarily, Percy started laughing. "Wait, you have been courting me for like three months now and you… you didn't prepare for the moment I say yes?"

"...Yes," Thanatos looked a little sheepish. "You are the hero of Olympus, you are sought after by… possibly every demigod around, I did not think… Why?"

"Damn, pretty bird, you are really throwing me off here," Percy huffed, shaking his head. "For one, really, really, really good looking, I mean, have you seen yourself? You're also kind. And… you seem to care about me a lot, you've been kind of taking care of me, which is… nice, it's a… I'm not very used to that, beyond my mom. You're thoughtful, with the things you gave me. Look, I'm not saying I want to marry you or anything. I'm just… saying that I'm interested, and that I wouldn't mind to get to know you and, I don't know… go on a date?"

Thanatos' eyes were wide as he stared at Percy, like he had genuinely not expected this outcome, just to then smile. And it was the brightest smile Percy had ever seen, it made his heart jump a little. That made the Death God look even prettier. Blinking a couple times, Percy got up and walked over to the god, resting a hand on Thanatos' biceps. Strong, strong biceps. Percy blinked and licked his lips, tilting his head a little to the side as he leaned up.

"You're not moving," Percy noted after a moment. "And you are… too tall for me to do this on my own. If you want to kiss me, you will have to bend dow-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Thanatos wrapped his arms around Percy's waist to pull him into a deep, long and passionate kiss that left Percy dizzy and very pleased. He grinned happily.

Tags: m/m, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, courting

Main Pairing: Triton/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: metamorphosis/shapechange

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Summary: Triton didn't like that Percy was living in Atlantis, as a merman now. Mostly because Triton was slowly and surely falling in love with the feisty omega.

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Just Like Me

Triton stared in slack-jawed awe at the breathtaking beauty in front of him. He'd followed his nose, the alluring scent of omega in the air, more enchanting than any omega's scent he had ever smelt before. Something sweet that he was unfamiliar with, that he could not name. Delicious.

When he found the source of the scent, he found this beautiful omega. The most beautiful omega he had ever laid eyes on. His skin a soft blue like the ocean at its most shallow point where it kissed the land. Long, elegant fins white as sea-foam, slick tail moving back and forth as the young merman swam in circles, arms stretched out to caress the fishes that swam with him.

He was perfect. Beautiful, an alluring scent, clearly powerful – the way he commanded the fishes and the currents around him. Every instinct in Triton's body screamed mate.

And then the beautiful omega turned to look at him, blinking surprised. "Oh. Hey, Triton."

Percy Jackson. The face, though blue and his eyes with slitted pupils, was clearly Percy Jackson's. Triton stared at the young hero in utter mortification. Percy Jackson was a merman, an omega, and he was absolutely stunning. This was not going to end well for Triton.

/break\

Over the following months, Triton kept tabs on Percy. Claiming, to everyone and even to himself, it was because he didn't trust the former human turned merman. The longer it went on, the harder it became to tell himself that was the case, because something shifted. That attraction when he saw Percy in this form, when he smelt that as a merman, Percy was an omega – something that was exclusive to their people, only merpeople could be alpha and omega, they referred to non-merpeople as betas. But by now, attraction was, devastatingly enough, not the only thing.

Percy had come to Atlantis to get distance from everything after the second war he had to fight. A fresh start, embracing his roots as a son of Poseidon. He was living in a small apartment in Atlantis and working at the local summer camp, under Chiron's brothers.

And… he was incredibly popular and beloved by pretty much everyone at this point. The guppies adored him, Triton had heard all about that from his middle daughter Calliste, who also worked as a trainer at camp. How all the little ones loved Percy's human stories and how kind and patient he was when teaching. All his neighbors had not a bad word to say about the boy, so polite, even helping his elderly neighbor with her groceries and the harder, physical labor around the house.

This was all a side of Percy Jackson that Triton never had wanted to see, because it was easier to hate Poseidon's mortal spawns if they never became more than the result of Poseidon's infidelity toward Triton's mother. Letting them become a person, it was irritating. He'd done so in the past, allowed himself to grow attached to a half-sibling, just to be devastated when he died.

This was different. He held not an ounce of brotherly feelings for Percy. Everything positive about Percy Jackson that he had learned, he'd learned after Percy became a merman, after he'd instinctively identified Percy as a potential mate. Everything positive he now learned about Percy, it just made the omega look even more like the ideal mate. Patient, kind, helpful, good with children, a strong fighter (though he had known that one before). The perfect match for the king.

"You do know that I know you've been stalking me, right?"

Triton startled and froze. He'd visited Calliste at camp and then decided to veer some and see if he could catch a glimpse of the beautiful omega. Percy had been busy with the hippocampi and Triton thought he would not be noticed, thought he could watch, even just for a bit. Turning around, Percy raised both his eyebrows at Triton and then tipped his nose.

"I can smell you, alpha," Percy huffed amused. "Granted, at first I didn't know it was you. I just knew there was a lingering scent of the same alpha around my apartment and also around camp. I was honestly starting to freak out about having a stalker. And then Miss Betty told me 'oh, dear, yes, that's our king! He has been by a few times'. And I… still don't understand."

Percy paused and pushed away from the hippocampus he had been brushing, to instead swim up to Triton, staring at the taller merman dead on. Challenging. Triton wasn't used to being challenged by anyone, he was the king of Atlantis, the protector of merpeople. Glaring, Triton crossed his arms.

"I mean," Percy continued, motioning between them. "We've talked. Civil-ish, since I got here. I thought we were in a, you know, good place. I don't see us hanging out like me and Ty do, urgh yeah no definitely not. But I thought we're okay. So, what gives."

Triton ground his teeth together, gripping his upper arms hard to keep from reaching out for the omega he wanted so desperately. Percy just stood there, hands on his hips, judgmental eyebrow cocked and those sea-green eyes staring at him with the intensity of a thousand storms.

"I am just… keeping an eye on you."

Now, Percy also raised his other eyebrow, looking overall very nonplussed. "Ri—ight. Well, stop being a creep about it. If you wanna check in with me, just… knock on my door like a normal person and ask 'Percy, how are you doing?' and maybe you could come in and we talk."

/break\

Talking wasn't good. Ever since Triton had started doing as Percy insisted (because there was no point in quietly watching if Percy could now tell it was his scent that lingered in the water), his attraction and the following infatuation turned into something much more dangerous.

Triton was in love with Percy Jackson. With every snarky comment and silly joke from Percy, he felt himself fall a little more in love with Percy. Every time Percy spoke about his mom and friends with so much love and warmth, Triton fell harder. Every time Percy talked about how much he loved Atlantis and which parts he loved the most, Triton wanted to kiss him.

No longer did he consider Percy a potential mate. He'd started considering Percy his mate. And that was not good. Because they weren't even dating, Triton still didn't quite think Percy even liked him. Well, Percy might actually still think that Triton didn't like him.

No. That wasn't true. That was some deeply seated fear of rejection rearing its ugly head. Everything he had learned about Percy Jackson, the boy was the last person to willingly spend as much time with someone he didn't like or thought didn't like him as the two of them had been spending with each other lately. Too blunt, too honest, to play nice that way. But then why…?

/break\

When Percy felt very anxious and desperate and confused about his own feelings, he liked to look at their family tree, telling himself that among the godly world, this was super not weird. That was just his raised-in-the-mortal-world brain. And they excused the incest at Camp Half-Blood too, pretending that cousins weren't 'really' cousins and it was fine to kiss because the gods 'didn't count' when it came to these things and Percy knew that was bullshit, of course it was. It was just how they made themselves find peace with it. Now, as an adult, he knew that.

Still, falling in love with his stupidly handsome godly half-brother was… different, right? Right?

At first, he'd blamed these new, weird instincts that he had to get used to first. Being a merman was cool, but it came with a much more… feral side. Being an omega, as they called it. Merpeople acted much more instinctual than humans. Scents and tastes and just everything was much sharper and woke different instincts in him. For the first like three weeks, he had torn into his dinner like a ravenous animal. The fangs helped. It was a struggle, to find a balance. Somewhere between the social norms and instincts he had been raised with as a human and the ones he now faced as a merman. But he had to find something that worked for him.

He'd done so with every other aspect. Found a job that was actually cool, earning his own money, having his own place to live at. Make new friends, but stay in contact with his old friends. Visit his mom in New York at least every two weeks, but also visit Poseidon at his palace every other week.

And then there was Triton. Infuriating, arrogant, annoying Triton, who like stalked him for the first few weeks of Percy being here. And okay so maybe that was kind of fair, since he had… fully foregone going to the king first before moving to Atlantis, an oversight that Triton's daughter Calliste had pointed out to him. Merpeople who migrated to Atlantis first go to the king and show their respect and ask for the king's sanctuary in his kingdom. So, on a political level, he'd kind of messed that up and Triton's skeptical and wary behavior was justified. Maybe.

The longer Percy stayed in Atlantis though, the more he doubted it. The more it felt – different. Mostly, Percy guessed, because he was settling more in his own body and new instincts and recognized them. And recognized what Triton was doing. It was less 'stalking', in the traditional sense he'd think of as a human, and more… an alpha scouting out a potential mate. By now, flat out courting him. It took a while for Percy to really put it together, but now there was no denying.

"So—o, Tri," Percy tilted his head to look at Triton. "Let's talk about the elephant in the room." Percy paused. "...Are there underwater elephants? Like, hippocampi but elephants?"

"Percy," Triton's fingers were carding through Percy's hair in a soothing manner. "Focus."

It was cute, that Triton recognized when Percy was about to be distracted, and knew how to redirect his focus, without making Percy feel like he was being annoying with his distracted mind. His head was resting on Triton's lap – or, well, equivalent of a lap, with the mer-tail. Another indicator to how Triton felt about him, because the unmated alpha king would absolutely not let some random unmated omega cozy up to him like that. But he gladly did with Percy.

"What elephant?" Triton asked when Percy didn't continue due to getting distracted in his mind.

"Right," Percy grinned sheepishly. "You. Courting me. And not putting words to your actions. Oh, don't look at me so surprised, Tri. I've been a merman for a couple months now… I know. So…?"

Triton actually blushed. Flat out, fully, properly blushed. Percy grinned broadly. That was cute.

"I… do… like you. I didn't…" Triton turned away. "I thought I would have to explain to you…"

"Well," Percy sat up, still on Triton's lap, and wrapped one arm around the alpha's neck. "You don't. But you do have to kiss me, like, right now."

Much to Percy's delight, Triton actually did kiss him, and pull him even closer. Good.

Tags: polyamory (m/m/f), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, pining, possessiveness, mortals/no gods

Main Pairing: Ares/Aphrodite/Percy

@polympians-event Prompt: modern AU/no powers.

@writersmonth Pride Month Bingo Prompt: pink/sex

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Summary: Percy was hopelessly pining for the captains of the football team and the cheerleading squad, who were a very happily mated alpha and omega pair already, while he was still unpresented. Until he actually presents, during a football game.

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Part 1: The Jock and the Cheerleader

Percy Jackson was a stupid, love-sick fool, who liked to live dangerously.

Because he couldn't help stare longingly at Aphrodite, the head cheerleader. She was the perfect omega, she was stunning and breathtaking and beautiful, with the longest legs and big, soft curves, long blonde hair falling down around her frame in broad curls, eyes a shimmering heterochromia between blue, green and brown, and the most kissable bow-shaped lips. Easily the prettiest girl in the entire school and everybody knew that, and nobody knew it better than her boyfriend.

Which was where Percy living dangerously came into play. Because usually, people who looked at Aphrodite for too long, or too hornily, got punched square in the face. Alphas especially. So Percy lived lucky being unpresented – most people presented when they turned sixteen, which Percy had a few months ago, but it wasn't too rare for someone to present later. Unpresented meant uninteresting, in this case. His scent wasn't heightened, so Ares couldn't pick up the scent of arousal as easily as with a fellow alpha. And that, that was even a double blessing, for Percy.

Because Aphrodite wasn't the only one he looked at with longing and lust. Percy was a fool who had actually fallen for the both of them, the mated pair of cheerleader captain and football jock, the most celebrated alpha and omega. It was stupid and foolish and he knew it was entirely pointless on so many accounts – they were alpha and omega, already mated, so why would they be looking at all, and he was unpresented, they were social royalty at school, cheer captain and football team captain, while he was a total nobody at their school, the troublemaker at best, and even outside of school, Aphrodite was super rich and Ares' dad had been a famous football player himself, while Percy's mom and him were struggling to get by.

So Percy's little crush was something that lived secretly in his mind he just hoped that he wouldn't present for a long time, so he could keep getting away with it, because he couldn't imagine how angry Ares would be if he could smell just how pathetically hung-up Percy was on them.

Naturally, life didn't like to play by what Percy wanted. No, it was during the middle of what might be the season's most important game ('might' because that was what Percy heard and, quite frankly, Percy had no damn clue about football, he just liked watching hot guys push each other around and hot cheerleaders jump around in short skirts. It was pan heaven, honestly). His eyes were on the pink skirt hugging Aphrodite's waist and the way it flipped whenever she jumped, and then all of a sudden, he was overwhelmed by a suffocatingly hot feeling. He gasped, clutching his heart. Sweat started to trickle down his temple and he gave a small whimper.

He sat in the front row, so he could see the cheerleaders the best, and whatever was going on with him was drawing attention. The people left and right to him either ignored him deliberately or gave him concerned glances – Annabeth had given him a deadpan 'no' when he'd asked if she came, because he thought football was a brutal and stupid sport and she had better things to do with her time, and Grover had a date with his girlfriend Juniper already, so Percy had gone to this game alone and he thought that was okay, but right now, he was regretting it.

Another whimper escaped him as the cheerleaders, who'd just ended their routine as the break was coming to an end, walked back to the bench. Either the noise or his change of scent caught their attention. Or rather, caught Aphrodite's attention. The captain stared straight at him. The very last thing Percy saw before passing out was pink, making him whine softly.

/break\

The first thing Percy saw when he woke up was pink, stretching tight around big, soft breasts. Aphrodite's breasts. And Percy really should not be able to identify them on sight. That was pathetic. Though then he noted that… they were really, really close to his face. He was looking down at them, kind of looking down into her cleavage actually. Huh. He blinked and snuggled closer to the warm, sweet-smelling body he was laying on. Wait. That… That meant he was laying on Aphrodite, if he had this weird angle on her boobs? There were fingers, running through his hair.

"How do you feel, baby?"

Percy blinked sluggishly, unsure who she was talking to, so he tilted his head up to look at her. She was looking directly at him. And her eyes were even prettier up close like this, making it hard to think of words to say. Someone behind Percy grunted, drawing his attention after all. Thick, musky scent, with a note of copper. Bulky arms, crossed over a muscular chest. Only wearing a white wife beater, no longer in his football uniform. Sharp cheekbones and even sharper eyes, glaring at Percy.

Right. Because Percy was, for some reason, laying on Ares' girlfriend. He jumped a little, trying to get off her, but she already had one arm around his waist and was quick to wrap her other arm around him too, growling softly. Percy reacted instinctively as he whimpered and stopped. It earned him a pleased near purring sound from the omega – and oh, Percy could fully smell her now, all the beautiful flowery notes and that hint of sea air. She pulled him back down, one hand going up to cup the back of his head and guide it back down onto her shoulder.

"Good boy," Aphrodite whispered pleased, kissing the top of Percy's head. "Now, answer the question. How are you feeling, baby?"

Oh, wait so she had meant him with baby? His cheeks heated up a lot and he could feel the spark of arousal pool in his belly at the realization, loving the way that name sounded if it meant him, if she meant him. A deep, dark growl from behind, probably because the scent of his arousal spread. Because he… had presented. That was what had happened to him, that was why he could smell them so much now, which meant they could smell him better now too. Ares was going to murder him. That thought made him try to get up again, which only made Aphrodite growl again, louder this time, tightening her grip on him and pulling him back down.

"Will you stop that now?" Aphrodite chided, the growl still in her voice – and that should not be as hot as it was, making his arousal spike even more. "Presenting is very exhausting, you need rest, sweetie. Just stay here, be good and rest right here."

"But-" Percy spoke up, eyes darting over to Ares doubtfully.

Ares was still sitting on the chair next to the bed, arms crossed, glare on his face. They were in the school infirmary, Percy realized in that moment. Ares turned to look at him as he spoke, which was when Percy noticed that Ares… hadn't been glaring at him, Ares had been glaring at the door. Why.

"Don't worry about it," Ares grumbled. "I'm keeping watch."

Wait, what. Percy made a confused noise, looking between Ares and Aphrodite. Why?

Percy, not being known to keep his mouth shut, asked exactly that. "Why?"

Aphrodite laughed, her fingers returning to caressing Percy in such a soothing manner, he started making a weird rumbly noise. Purring. Wait. No. That wasn't right. Only ome… Oh. Only omegas purred. His eyes widened in surprise. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Cool, cool, cool. He was an omega.

"Alphas are ridiculously protective of their omegas. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

Of course they were, everybody knew that. That was why Percy still waited to have his head ripped off for practically snuggling up to Aphrodite's boobs (very soft. Much comfort). This was fully not allowed, alphas with less of a temper than Ares would be ripping people's heads off for this. So this made absolutely no sense. Why would Ares be watching the door, instead of murdering Percy?

"Stop worrying your pretty, little head, baby," Aphrodite's fingers massaged his temple more firmly, in such a soothing manner. "You just rest. Your body's going through a lot right now, it'll need energy. So you rest, and we'll watch over you, make sure you're safe, mh?"

That sounded good, and his head hurt and he was really, really tired, so he gave up, for now, allowing his eyes to close. He snuggled into the soft comfort and the sweet scent.

/break\

The next time he woke up was even more bizarre, because he was in an all pink bedroom, with pink satin sheets, glittery and half-see-through curtains around the large bed. Blinking in confusion, he sat up and looked around. This was definitely not the infirmary anymore and it was also not his room, so where in the—oh hell no, that was impossible. His eyes landed on a cork-board with so many pictures pinned to it, of the cheer squad, but most of them of Aphrodite and Ares. Was he… Was he in Aphrodite's bedroom? How would he even get her? Why would he be there?

"You're awake," Ares' voice was gruff as he entered. "Good."

At this point, Percy was fairly sure that Ares wasn't going to rip his head off, not after the infirmary and after all, he must have gotten here somehow, so… Still, he was in Aphrodite's bed, the bed of a mated omega, and her alpha mate just walked in and he couldn't help but tense nervously. There would have been a snarky reply on his lips in any other circumstances, but this was all too wild.

"Here," Ares grunted as he tossed a paper bag at him. "Burgers and fries. We didn't… know how you like it so we just ordered a regular one, with bacon."

"Oh! Oh, he's awake!" Aphrodite's voice was cheerful as she pushed past her mate. "Hey, baby. We brought food – don't growl at me, Arey – Ares 'caught' you food, look at the good alpha provider he is, yadda-yadda-yadda. Here is a milkshake, I got you strawberry."

Aphrodite hopped over to him and onto the bed right next to him, holding out a strawberry milkshake. Percy blinked at her, still far too confused. Ares walked up to them and sat down on the bed too, on Percy's other side. Arms crossed over his chest once more as he leaned against the headboard. His eyes were on Percy, watching closely. After a moment, Percy's stomach let him know that the scent of burger and fries was too tempting to deny, so he got the burger out of the bag and bit into it. He sighed contently at the taste, earning a pleased, low growl from Ares.

"Thanks," Percy motioned down. "At the food. But also, why did you kidnap me?"

Aphrodite laughed at that. "Kidnap is such a harsh word."

"Well, I was unconscious and you brought me somewhere I've never been, so like… yeah no, this is fully a kidnapping," Percy crossed his legs underneath himself. "So. Why? What's going on here?"

"Well, the school nurse contacted your mom, but…"

"Oh," Percy's eyes widened. "Her and Paul are on a cruise."

"Yeah," Aphrodite tilted her head. "But the school closes at one point, you know. And they didn't know what to do with you. So, I offered that you could stay with me."

"That…" Percy bit his lip, trying hard not to blush. "Thank you. That's nice. I don't get why, since we have like literally never even spoken with each other before, like, I didn't even know you knew I existed! And earlier, you were literally cuddling me! While your boyfriend sat by!"

He was gesturing wildly, motioning over at Ares, who just huffed but looked amused. Aphrodite tilted her head and reached out, petting his upper arm gently and smiling at him. What?

"Of course we know who you are, everyone at school knows who you are, Percy. You challenged our corrupt principal and got Kronos arrested, with Mister Brunner's help. Everyone knows that. You're like a little celebrity," Aphrodite looked amused. "But yes. You're right. We've never really… spoken. Didn't want to tempt anything. Relationship between presented and unpresented people are tricky and frowned upon and I knew if we'd get to know you, it would be hard to keep from pinning you against the nearest wall and kissing you silly."

Percy's eyes widened and his head turned deep, dark red. There was also that stupid arousal again and he could see on their faces that they could smell it. Ares' chest rumbled with a pleased sound. Aphrodite smiled lightly at Percy, resting her hands on his thighs – bare thighs, wait, why bare? Looking down, he noticed that he was only wearing his boxers and a shirt that was not his.

"I wanted to put you in one of my babydoll nightgowns, I thought it'd look really cute on you, but Ares said that wouldn't be 'okay'," Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "So we put you in one of his shirts, but I am fairly sure the possessive bastard just wanted to see you wear his clothes."

"I wouldn't mind seeing you in that babydoll either," Ares muttered, looking at Percy with hunger. "But I thought that might make you uncomfortable and we didn't need you even more uncomfortable for this conversation that you already seemed earlier."

That… was unexpectedly thoughtful of the alpha. Percy stared at him doe-eyed. Wait, no, hold on. Beyond the fact that they wanted to dress him up, had Aphrodite just said that they wanted him?

"You… want me?" Percy blinked, repeatedly, fully dazed.

"Yes, doll," Ares sighed and rolled his eyes. "You do know that you're like the most sought after single and all the damn alphas on the damn team have been hoping you would present as an omega. The shit I had to listen to in the locker room, when you're supposed to be mine, and only I should get to do those things to you. And Aphrodite, she too."

"Yes," Aphrodite smirked, her hands still on Percy's thighs, wandering up. "Aphrodite too. Mine."

Huh, okay. So. The world was fully upside down. Got it. Percy watched as Aphrodite leaned closer and closer until she pressed her lips against his, kissing him softly. Oh. Oh, this was nice. Tilting his head, he melted into the kiss. Until the alpha with them growled, making them break their kiss.

"As pretty as it is to watch my omegas kiss," Ares leaned over, grasping Percy's neck. "C'mere."

Okay, more kissing. Nice. Very nice. Percy could totally get used to that. And to the tingly feeling that it gave him to hear Ares refer to him as 'his omega'. Percy leaned against Ares' chest, palms against strong muscles. So nice. Aphrodite pressed against him from behind, kissing his neck.

"Okay," Percy nodded slowly. "This is nice. This is a lot. But nice."

The couple laughed at that and settled down, on either side of him. Both pressing against him.

"Eat your burger, doll," Ares reached out for the bag. "Your body burned a lot of energy. Refuel."

"And then rest some more," Aphrodite snuggled up to him. "Rest, and we'll watch over you, and everything else will come later, when you feel better, mh? Presenting is exhausting and confusing. Just rest and recharge, the only thing that matters for now is that you're ours."

"You are damn possessive," Percy mumbled, mouth full of burger. "I hope this will at the very least entail me getting to wear Ares' Letterman jacket too. For the record."

That made both Ares and Aphrodite laugh beside him, causing Percy to smile and relax.