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Characters: Amphitrite + Poseidon + Kymopoleia + Percy + Triton and others to be added.

Summary:

Amphitrite sometimes has the need to baby someone, that's her nesting cycle hitting her so she'll want to desperately take care, cuddle and love on someone. Usually it's her family, but sometimes others can also be involved!

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Poseidon and cuddles

“Po, come here! I know you want a cuddle!”

Amphitrite says open arms ready to bring comfort to her overworked husband who has been sulking for the entire day so far. Her mocha eyes are beaming at the sight of her sulking husbands, but Poseidon merely huffs again, looking at the big pile of scrolls that need his attention.

And had she been someone else, they would have already lost their patience by now. But Amphi knows that he doesn’t mean it. 

And she’s also into one of her “babying moods” where she needs to baby anyone or anything she can lay her hands on. And if you happen to be in her eyesight during one of her infamous babying or otherwise nesting moods, you won’t be spared. 

“There’s too much to do I can't-” He replies, standing from the desk in hopes that she will get the message that today he does want a cuddle but he needs to do what needs to be done first, like his brothers do. 

He can’t allow this weakness of his to remove him from his duty as King. But at the same time, he feels stressed and tired and simply wants to remove everything and go back into the nest.He feels overwhelmed and simply wants to call it a day, but Zeus ordered him to do these treatises for the end of the week.

The Sea God puts his face into his hands and sighs, but then he feels the gentle yet firm hold of his wife around his midsection. Amphitrite puts her head on his back gently and holds him. 

“Shhh it’s okay. Let it out of my love.” She encourages him, rubbing his back gently as the tears fall. Poseidon’s body shakes slightly as the stress he felt starts to leave his body.

He feels like he should do more and be better. He’s not a young God anymore, yet he is crying. He has a Kingdom to rule, His Children to take care of and protect, but he can’t hold it in anymore. 

Even Gods need to rest. 

‘I’m sorry…I know I should be stronger, I-” Before he can say another word, he feels her press her lips onto the back of his neck gently and holds him tighter, to remind him that she’s here.

“Hush now my love.” Amphitrite gently guides him away from his desk and the office all the way to their private chambers where they can rest privately without being disturbed by counselors or messengers. “Let me take care of you.”

Only their children were allowed to enter then. 

She pulls him into their room, closing the door behind her. And then she pushes him gently onto their nest and Amphitrite comes to lay beside him under the blankets. The Queen of the Sea smiles at her husband gently and pulls him into an embrace he had been desperately craving but not allowed himself to ask for.

She kisses his forehead gently and rocks him in her arms like one does with a frightened child, Amphitrite knows that it soothes him whenever he has nightmares or needs some deep comfort. Poseidon feels calmer now, he holds tightly onto his dear wife, and once she starts singing a lullaby in Atlantean, he feels his eyes drop from the exhaustion and finally lets sleep overtake him. 

Knowing that she’ll be here once he wakes up.

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On another day Amphitrite huffs as she tries to keep her patience at bay. Her husband, bless his heart, has been downright annoying. He kept complaining during the meeting with the Councillors of Atlantis. 

The Queen of the Sea, while extremely sweet and gentle during this time of her nesting cycle, can also be more authoritative if the need arises. Just like the Sea, Amphitrite is extremely loving and kind, but then cross her the wrong way and you’ll be begging for mercy. 

With Poseidon, it is different, she knows that when he’s being a grump or particularly annoying, there’s an underlying reason behind it. He doesn’t do it on purpose. 

But, she won’t tolerate his behavior until he communicates to her what is wrong. Which he doesn’t do often…

“Poseidon, for the love of the Sea…” She says her tone isn’t harsh but her eyes give a hint as to her seriousness in the matter. She pinches the bridge of her nose as he continues to huff like a child. 

The room got quiet as the mermen and Delphin surrounding the desk waited for approval to speak once more. Amphitrite eyes her husband, trying to understand what was wrong with him, but she couldn’t figure it out. 

She sighs a bit but promises herself to get at the bottom of it.“Sorry Delphin, please continue.” 

One time she had excused everyone out of an Olympian council to deal with her husband’s mood. No one dared to ask what she did to make him turn around in his humor, but after her intervention Poseidon had been completely focused and didn’t complain at all. 

Zeus had thanked her personally, to which Poseidon rolled his eyes and pouted a bit.

The Sea God huffs for the fourth time during this meeting, and rolls his eyes as he pushes himself up in his seat. He’d rather be having a nap than staying here listening to the same old drama. 

He feels his wife’s glare on him as the meeting continues. And he does pay attention, but not too much. 

Delphin clears his throat and adjusts his uniform before he continues making his report on the next plans for Atlantis borders. When he finishes, Amphitrite smiles at the dolphin lieutenant. 

“Thank you Delphin.” She knows Poseidon doesn’t care, so it’s useless to push the meeting further. “We’ll have to set another meeting for the orphanage with Benthesykime present since she’s the one who’s in charge of the family and children’s wellbeing program.” 

The counselor nodded before taking their leave. They bow to their King and Queen, leaving the two royals together. Despite the meeting ending, Poseidon is still grumpy and not talking. 

“What is wrong, Po?” She tries but he ignores her. Her tail stays still as he avoids her gaze. “My love, tell me.” She tries again softer, she knows that he might not respond well if she’s too harsh with him.

But then he huffs again, and still hasn’t answered her.

So she does what she thinks he wants but is too shy to ask for. She swims closer towards him and holds him. Her arms wrap around him tightly, and she kisses the tip of his head. Poseidon’s blushes slightly and Amphitrite smiles softly. 

“You know you can ask for it when you need it.” She says as she holds him. 

Poseidon finally relaxes in her grasp. Content that she knows what he needs and wants even when he feels like he cannot ask for it. 

He was always a bit ashamed of his need for affection. He never shows it on Olympus, but here under the Sea he technically can, but he feels like he should be stronger.

 He doesn’t know this, but the only reason why Amphitrite knows about his need for cuddles, is because Hades had told her back when they first got married.Otherwise he wouldn’t have said anything. 

“I love you Amphi.” He finally says as she rubs a hand in his hair and her tail wraps around the back of his legs. He wraps his arms around her slim form and holds on tight. Amphitrite actually loves being so close to him and she affectionately calls this, his octopus phase when he needs to hold onto her like this.

Sometimes she’ll be working at her desk and he comes for cuddles which she gives him gladly. 

“Anytime my love,” she says, before she gently and very subtly pokes him in the side which makes him giggle softly. “Next time I won’t be as gentle though.” His eyes widened a bit. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

She retreats slightly from the cuddle to look at him dead in the eyes and gives him a big smile. 

“Oh yes I would, if you refuse to ask for a cuddle again.” She kisses his cheek gently, her warning stays in the air for next time.

Sea Creatures

“Aw aren’t you a cute little one!” She cooed at the sea bass coming to swim in the palm of her open hand. The fish seemed comfortable and happy around the Nereid. 

The Sea Bass even flopped onto its back as the Goddess rubbed its belly like one would do with a dog. She smiled down at the fish enjoying the fact that someone or something was letting her pet them and give them love.

“Is this normal?” Percy asked Triton, who had been busy training with one of his multiple tridents all morning. The Prince turned towards his baby brother and followed his gaze towards his mother.

“We are Sea deities Perseus, of course it’s normal for us to have a deep connection to the sea’s inhabitants.” He replied seemingly annoyed by such a question.

“Yeah I get that but she’s been sitting here petting this fish half an hour!” He said as he watched Amphitrite talking and cuddling with the sea bass in her grasp. 

Triton glanced at his Mother, he was used to her nesting moods, Percy wasn’t. But still, he didn’t think anything was that out of the ordinary for her.

The mermen sighed, getting frustrated with his half surface spawn of a brother. He didn’t have time for this. “She’s in one of her nesting moods again.”

Percy looks up at him again.  “Nesting moods?” He had never heard of that before. 

Triton nodded, and had Percy not known the Merman this much he would have burst laughing at how serious he looked. “Yes… Every once in a while, she gets like this.” He motions for the Sea Goddess now petting multiple types of fish and smiling as they come to rest in her lap and both of her hands.

Triton shakes his head. “When Mother is like this, she needs to cuddle and nurture something or someone.” He shudders at the memory of being at the end of her smothering. He loves his Mother, with all his heart, but she won’t let you go if she can get her fins on you.

“Do not reject her affection if she does land her eyes on you. It really hurts her feelings when you do, and last time she destroyed half of the Atlantic coast.” He added patting his brother’s shoulder as he took his leave from the training area.

Percy looked back at the Sea Goddess enjoying the little fish surrounding her. She didn’t seem to register his presence and he was happy she didn’t. So he too left, before Amphitrite could see him.

Kymopoleia

Her youngest daughter came back Home not too long ago after spending a long time completely isolated in Poseidon’s old domains. It had happened due to yet another misunderstanding between them, and Kym had gone further this time and broke a piece of their Palace. Poseidon had been enraged then, and then Amphitrite could only watch saddened as their youngest baby made her way out slamming the coral door behind her. 

It had taken them years to find her and convince her to come Home. The relationship between Father and Daughter was still tense even though Amphitrite saw how her dear husband tried hard to make amends. Kymopoleia was still pretty much isolated most of the time. She either stayed in her rooms all day, only coming out at night and sometimes for dinner. Or, she would simply ignore them and go somewhere alone. 

It broke her mother’s heart to see that she didn’t have a good relationship with her as she did with her siblings. So on this day, Amphitrite who also was deep into her nesting instincts, was determined to bring her daughter out of her shell now that she was finally back. 

Amphitrite went to Kymopoleia’s room only to find it empty. She sighed sadly, but then promptly started arranging some of her daughter’s belongings like her bed and placing her storm disk back on its stand. 

Technically, they have servants who normally do this but Amphitrite does enjoy cleaning once in a while and cooking too. As she puts things back into their place, her hand stumbles upon something soft. She grabs it and smiles when she realizes what the object is. 

Kym’s seahorse plushie. It’s worn since the time she made it for her, but it does appear that her youngest still sleeps with it and the thought makes Amphitrite happy. She very carefully places the plushie back onto one of Kym’s pillows and smiles at her work.  But she doesn’t see the figure standing in the doorway.

“Kym?” 

Amphitrite turns around quickly and sees her youngest standing in the doorway. Her instincts are screaming inside as she takes in the sight before her. Her little pearl has bags under her eyes and seems a lot more quiet than usual. Before Kymopoleia can protest, her Mother is at her side in an instant, feeling her forehead with gentle care. 

“Aww my Little Pearl, you’re not feeling well are you?” She says as she tries to refrain from taking Kym into her arms and smother her with all the love she possesses, knowing that her youngest daughter might not be ready for this much affection yet. 

“I’m fine.” Her voice comes out quiet and hoarse, and she can’t help but press her hand onto her throat in hopes that it will soothe it, but it surely doesn’t. 

Amphitrite’s heart shatters at the sight, but at the same time, she’s secretly happy that Kym doesn’t feel well because she might allow her to take care of her. 

“It’s alright sweetie, I’m going to take care of you.” She takes her daughter’s hand into her own, gently pulling her away from her isolation, and towards the rooms she shares with Poseidon. So she can take care of her sick little one in the ‘Nest”. 

The Goddess of Sea storms, takes in the sight, she hasn’t been in the new palace for long, but it seemed a lot more grand and elaborate than the one before. Kym silently hopes that they don’t run into Poseidon. The last thing she wants is to be seen while being so weak.

“Here,” Amphitrite says as she pulls the blankets and duvet open and then guides Kym into the huge bed. “Lay down for a moment, I’m going to make you some tea for your throat and prepare the potion for your fever.” 

But she doesn’t dare to move, she hasn't been in the nest for so long. 

Amphitrite turns as she expected her daughter to already be lying down and tucked in, but she stands behind her frozen, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Amphitrite sighs once more. But her patience is everlasting. 

“Come here little pearl, it’s okay.” She encourages her. And after a few moments, Kymopoleia finally accepts the invisible hand her mom is trying to give her. And she goes into the nest. 

Aphitrite doesn’t waste time and pulls the blankets up and tucks her in gently. And she makes sure that the seahorse plushie sits next to her little one. Once Kym is tucked in enough for the Queen’s liking, the young goddess feels her mother’s long hair close to her face as she presses a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

Kym can’t help but smile contently. She hopes it won’t be seen though. But it’s already too late, and Amphitrite smiles down at her without commenting, but she does run a gentle hand on her long hair as she stands back up. “I’ll be right back.” 

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A few hours after Kym took her medication she fell asleep, being a young goddess, the sickness took a toll on her. But once she woke up once more, she realized that she wasn’t completely alone. 

Her Mother was right next to her watching her rest, and absentmindedly petting her hair gently while humming a lullaby. Kymopoleia struggled to open her eyes, and she felt a bit disorientated from the fever and malaise that came with the flu. 

“Mama?” She called out, her voice was still quiet but the yearning for her Mom didn’t fall onto deaf ears. 

Normally, she wouldn’t call her parents by the affectionate monikers of “Mama and Papa” considering their past, but now that she feels miserable, Kym only wants comfort and cuddles too. And Amphitrite can surely provide that for her.

Amphitrite suddenly stopped her petting at the call. It had been so long since Kymopoleia had called her Mama and it made her heart soar. “I’m here, my little pearl.”

Her hand comes down towards her daughter’s forehead and she makes a face feeling how hot she still was. But she knew from experience that it might take a few more hours for the fever to break. 

A small whimper left the young goddess’s lips as she tried to move slightly in the bed but her body was heavy and her vision blurred from the exhaustion. But then, she felt her mom gently pulling her into her arms, holding her like she used to when she was much younger. 

Amphitrite held her youngest close to her chest, cradling her like one does a small child and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “Rest my love, Mama’s here.” She smiled softly when she felt Kym hold onto her dress tightly, and when she nuzzled into her neck. 

She does not like seeing her little ones in pain, but she does love when she can hold them and cuddle them. Kym falls back asleep in her mom’s arms. Poseidon arrived later during the evening while their daughter was still asleep. 

He smiled softly, not expecting such a sight, but he also felt relieved that Kym was finally coming out of her shell. He kissed Amphi on the lips, and then their daughter on the temple, before settling next to them into the nest. 

Created: 9/03/2025

Updated: 10/06/26

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Star Wars Fics

A chance to bond

Characters : Darth Vader and Leia

Summary : Vader believes himself to be a good father. He takes care of his little one's every need, and despite having a lot of responsibilities as the Emperor he does take time to bond with the twins. Sadly, his relationship with his daughter is a lot more complicated than with his son. She's always been more prone to tantrums and hitting than Luke ever was. But progress is being made and now, Vader is determined to get closer to his daughter even if she might reject him at first.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77940976

Status: First part completed in my ongoing Dad Vader series!

Join Me, My Daughter, For There Is No Hope On The Other Side

“Go see your rebel scum allies, Leia. I’m sure they will be glad to see you now that the truth is known.”

Vader towers over her small form. If she hadn’t been his own flesh and blood, she’d have quivered in fear as gold eyes looked down at her with such disdain. The air around her is freezing.

Leia narrows her eyes at him but stays quiet. She finally has a chance at escaping. She’s not going to pass it up.

“You will realize who your true family is then and you will come back Home.”

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/80842901

Characters: Amphitrite + Poseidon + Kymopoleia

Summary: This follows chapter 2 part 1 here:

Kym is sick and so Amphi goes into full blow Mama bear. And Poseidon helps!

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The next day Kymopoleia woke up not alone like she had been used to for years on end. But in the arms of the one person she avoided the most since coming back home.

She opens her eyes slowly, slowly taking in her surroundings. She’s still in the Nest, but she quickly realizes that Amphitrite isn’t here anymore and Kymopoleia makes an almost inaudible whine at the loss of comfort.

It has been heard though, and next thing she notices is a gentle hand rubbing her back. It feels different than her mother’s, it’s rougher, almost unsure if she’ll accept the affectionate gesture.

Kymopoleia turns quickly only to find out that she’s actually not lying on the soft bed, but cradled in her dad’s arms. The Sea God looks down at her and gives her a soft smile, it’s been such a long time since he got the privilege of holding her, he doesn’t want her to flee.

“Your Mother had to attend an important meeting, so I’m watching over you for now.” He explains as she merely looks at him puzzled, she stiffens a little bit when he pulls the fluffy blanket he had wrapped her in before she fell asleep over her shoulders.

But Poseidon tries not to take it too personally, although it does hurt him deep down.

“O-okay.”

They sit in silence for a few more minutes, neither one knows what to say about the situation. Kymopoleia hasn’t dared to move an inch from her father’s side, she doesn’t know what to do.

“How do you feel now, my little one?” He asks, still holding her, but his hands stay away from her body to give her some space if she feels uncomfortable. She turns slightly at the affectionate pet name she hasn’t heard from him in decades.

“Cold.” She responds, not making eye contact but not leaving his embrace either. She’s shivering now, but she didn’t want to seem like a burden when she’s already taking his attention away from Atlantis and its citizens.

But before she can react, she feels him reaching for the duvet and pulling it over her small frame. And he can’t help but bundle her into a firm but comforting embrace, he presses his bearded cheek onto her forehead and frowns when he feels the radiating warmth.

Having been a father for as long as he did, he was accustomed to taking care of sick children, but Kym wasn’t one to complain or ask for help. And as of right now, her body temperature is becoming concerning enough that he doesn’t waste time and simply cradles her into his arms and steps into the bathroom adjacent to their bedroom.

“Kym, you’re burning up, I need to lower it down.” He mutters to himself, because he doesn’t think she’ll respond to him anyway. But she whines softly. “Hurts.”

Sea deities normally have a very low body temperature compared to humans, their blood runs cold, so their bodies live comfortably at high depths. But when a young sea deity gets sick, the fever can harm them and might cause them to pass out or stay in a coma if they’re not taken straight to cold water.

“I know sweetie, it’s gonna be okay.” He told her. But taking a look at her, she’s very pale and her hair is an abnormally dull color now. Almost as if the colors left completely, which indicates the severity of the symptoms she’s facing now.

Poseidon is very thankful that she’s immortal, otherwise he would have gone straight up to Apollo for help. Which he had done back when Triton had been small and Amphitrite had left for a week.

He sets her down gently onto a chair next to their version of a bathtub, he holds her steady as she has trouble staying upright at this point. The bathroom looks like an underwater cave almost, the walls radiate a bioluminescent light throughout while the room is quite dark. There is a big surrounding pool of water that is also lit by the natural light. And the area seems to be in an air pocket. So when they do have demigod children staying over, they can have some areas where breathing underwater is not necessary and they can wash themselves comfortably.

Once she’s steady enough, he quickly goes towards the water and lowers the temperature down with his hand. It doesn’t need to be ice cold, but below five degrees is the right amount to relieve her fever. While still keeping an eye on his daughter.

Kymopoleia holds her head in both of her hands, she feels dizzy. She despises feeling like this and being overwhelmed and exhausted by the pain and discomfort she’s experiencing, she starts to cry softly.

She rubs at her tears trying to calm herself down, but they keep coming down her cheeks despite her will, the pool of water next to her trembles as her emotions run high and her frustration grows.

But before she cries once more, Poseidon takes her face into his hands, and rubs at her cheeks with his thumbs. Tears soak her eyes once more when she looks up to meet his gaze.

Not from the pain but because those eyes are so full of love and adoration and sheer protectiveness that she finally gives in and instinctively rushes forward into his arms.

“Papa.” She cries, wanting comfort in this moment of vulnerability. Poseidon doesn't have time to react when Kym presses herself against him, but he wraps his arms around her shaking form and holds her. “I’m here, little one. Papa’s here.”

His breath caught in his throat when she called him “Papa” again for the first time. His heart aches at the thought of her pulling away from him once she recovers. He allows himself to cherish this precious moment before it slips through his fingers again.

It’s not that Poseidon wants to let go of the hug right now, he doesn’t want to by any means especially if that’s the last one he gets from her in a long time, but he needs to get her into the water.

“We need to get into the water, little one.” He whispers as she holds onto him tighter. He smiles, but reluctantly starts to unwrap his arms from her. She shakes her head against his shoulder.

“Please stay.” Her grip tightens more around his tunic. “I don’t want to be alone.” She says crying once more. And it hits him how alone she must have felt for all these years. Partly because of him.

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Amphitrite finished her meeting a lot earlier than anticipated, she couldn’t stay focused while knowing that one of her babies is sick and hurt. She strode through the gardens fast, using her mermaid tail to swim because it’s faster.

The Queen of the Sea barely swam into the Palace when she felt that Kymopoleia was in distress. She passes the servants without acknowledging them and rushes to her rooms. But she looks around and doesn’t see her nor Poseidon.

She does see that the seahorse plush is still on the nest, and she sighs in relief, she fears that Kymopoleia might try to flee away from him since she’s been so isolated.

Before she finally gets to her daughter, she quickly roams through some of her clothes and grabs one of her silk nightgowns and a fluffy robe. It might help to calm Kymopoleia down to smell her mother’s scent, she thought.

She narrowed her eyes, scanning the room and trying to see if she might have missed them when coming in, but she wouldn’t have. But then she hears it. A very faint sound of crying from their bathroom.

Her heart shattered in her chest.“Kymopoleia.”

She didn’t waste more time and quickly changed forms for her more humanoid one, and followed the distressed sound and found her (their) daughter cradled in Poseidon’s arms. Her possessiveness comes through when her instincts are on high alert, but she pushes it aside since it’s her husband and not someone else holding her daughter.

“I’m not leaving you Kym. I promise.” She hears Poseidon saying to Kym, who hasn’t heard her mother arriving yet and is still cradled in his arms.

Poseidon is lucky to be her husband and the father of their children, otherwise, she would have gone feral upon hearing her child in distress.

Amphitrite enters in without announcing her presence. But Poseidon felt her and turned slightly, his eyes were filled with guilt and relief but also worry. She kneels close to them and puts the clothes she gathered on the stone floor of their underwater bathroom.

“My little pearl.” She whispers and Kym lifts her head and looks at her. Amphitrite reaches and places a comforting webbed hand on her warm cheek.”I’m here.”

And her stomach turns at the warmth.

Too warm.

“We need to lower her fever down quickly before it gets worse,” Amphitrite says as Poseidon loosens the grip Kym had on him moments prior. She doesn’t seem to register the change in her feverish state, but whimpers slightly when she loses the touch of either parent.

Amphitrite kisses her forehead gently, soothing her a little and Kym curls into her arms instinctively, feeling completely safe.

Poseidon lingers in the background though, looking around to try and find something that could help Kym feel better. But he doesn’t know exactly what to do as he watches Amphitrite do it with such ease and no resistance on their daughter’s end. It makes him sad.

Amphitrite turns and looks at the pool of water behind them and then back down at her daughter. Realizing what her husband intended to do. “Did you prepare the water?” She asks, her tone slightly authoritative compared to her normally sweet demeanor, she does trust her husband with their pups, but sometimes she gets a bit overprotective.

Poseidon nods. “I did, but she didn’t want to let go.”

Amphitrite, despite her nesting instincts instructing her to grab Kym into her arms and do everything herself, allows Poseidon to take over for now. She knows that they both need this and that Poseidon really wants to help.

She softened her grip she had on her pup. And nodded towards the nearby cabinet where she kept some of the remedies she had from her own Mother. “You’ll go with her then,” she says, her tone now gentle. “But first bring the seal kelp remedy from the cabinet.”

He’s moving before she even finished her sentence. And quickly finds the green glass vial in the cabinet and brings it back. He hands it out to Amphi who takes it into her webbed hand and before shifting her onto her hip so she can give her the medicine.

“Open up my love.” The young goddess makes a sad face at the sight of the medicine but does as she’s told and Amphitrite pours a few drops of the medicine into her mouth. Kym makes a face as she swallows and then nuzzles back into her mother’s neck.

Poseidon watches the interaction with envy. But then he tries to reach a hand to rub at Kym’s back, and to his surprise, she doesn’t resist or tense like she had done earlier.

After a few minutes, Amphitrite presses her hand onto Kym’s forehead and assesses the progress. “The medicine is working in stabilizing her enough so her core won’t be too affected by the heat.”

But the effects of the medication are slow and Kym still needs to be submerged into cold water to feel better. As promised, Amphitrite hands Kym to Poseidon who takes her in his arms gratefully. “Papa is going to get you into the water,” The Sea God adjusts his hold onto his daughter, but she watches her mom curiously, Amphitrite smiles softly at her in reassurance.

“I’ll be right here, my little pearl.” She promises, while pointing at the stone stairs leading into the pool. Kymopoleia turns and looks back at her father, white eyes staring into his. But she doesn’t move or resist his hold, she seems almost curious as to why he’s still here.

Despite her doubts, Poseidon holds her closer and starts to walk towards the water. Amphtitrite follows them behind and then takes a seat on the stone floor watching them interact.

“I’ve got you, little one.” He says as he stops walking into the pool once it hits Kymopoleia’s shoulders. As soon as the water touches her hair, it starts glowing with bright colors of jellyfish tendrils. The young goddess sighs in relief as her body temperature adjusts to the water. Poseidon then cups a handful of it and gently wets her head too without having her go under in her weakened state. And her face starts regaining some color while remaining naturally pale.

Kymopoleia remains steady against him, not holding on as tight as she did moments prior, but comfortable and content. She stays quiet and purrs softly.

Poseidon savors every bit of his precious moment he never thought would happen with his youngest daughter. She always used to reject his affection even as a small child, she always seemed to prefer to be held by her mother, and when he tried to give her cuddles she would squirm away from his grasp, leaving him upset.

Amphitrite would watch sadly as she held onto their feisty little one. And would try to comfort him, saying that “It’s just a phase,” She had told him, running a gentle hand in his hair. “She will outgrow at some point.” He nodded then, but it hurt deep down.

But she never did outgrow her lack of affection towards him. Rather, avoiding his presence, and even Amphi most of the time as she became the equivalent of a teenage Goddess.

Until that fateful day when the abalone shell column surrounding their Home fell, and the fear in Rhode’s eyes when Kym had started causing a storm inside. Amphitrite is trying to calm everyone down, Benth is sitting at the table in shock after he had said that he regretted creating her. In his anger, he didn’t realize the pain he caused her to be rejected outright. Even though it wasn’t her fault if she had inherited the worst parts of himself.

The frustration that built over time consumed him and he had allowed himself to go past the breaking point and outworldly rejected her when all he wanted was to be close to the child he carried himself.

As they remain surrounded by the water, he holds her tighter now, hoping that by showing his love, she’ll see how badly he regrets everything and how much he missed her.

“I’m so sorry Kym, I hope that one day you’ll forgive me.”

He doesn’t expect a verbal response from her, because she usually gives him none despite his best efforts. But then he feels her moving almost imperceptibly, and she grabs his tunic tight once more and nuzzles deeper into his chest.

He sighs softly, he feels her hesitation but he cherishes that first step beyond words. “I love you, my little storm.” He whispers into her heart as he kisses her temple.

He starts moving again, in the water since now he feels that her body is a lot less warm than before. Poseidon quietly makes his way back towards Amphitrite who’s standing holding the clean clothes she had brought earlier, when he hears it.

“I love you too Papa.”

Her voice was quiet and muffled against his chest but he heard. He looks over at Amphitrite and their eyes meet. The Queen of the Sea smiles softly.

Poseidon doesn’t want to smother her too much with his affection so he merely holds the back of her head tenderly. But he longs for the day she might come to him freely like her sisters do.

He stands beside them, unsure if he was still needed, but prepared if the need arises. For now, he gives her back to Amphitrite who helps keep her steady and wraps her in a fluffy towel.

“Let me help you, my love.” She says as she watches Kym struggling to get dressed, and the young goddess huffs in frustration as she tries to pull the dress over herself but has to take breaks between her attempts.

Amphitrite smiles as she helps her slip into the night gown she prepared and then into the fluffy robe. It’s no secret that she loves taking care of her little ones. Even more so when they’re sick and more willing to cuddle and let her baby them. “There we go.” She says gently, smoothing down Kym’s long hair gently, as her little pearl yawns quietly and rubs at her eyes afterwards.

She catches a glimpse of Poseidon standing slightly apart from them, longing. And then she gets an idea on how to include him. “Would you like to take a nap with Papa next to my little pearl?”

Kymopoleia doesn’t answer immediately, and Poseidon starts to brace himself for rejection. But then, she nods looking at Amphitrite. She smiles at her and nudges her towards her father, “Go on then, my love.” Poseidon smiles softly as she slowly walks up to him, her step is hesitant but she doesn’t flee.

Once she’s near his reach, he instinctively pulls her back into his arms, since she seemed to wobble a bit because of the dizziness. Kym doesn’t protest and wraps her arms around his neck.

“You’re doing great!” He hears Amphitrite saying through their telepathic bond.

He tucks her in carefully into the nest, and gives her beloved seahorse, before he slides in next to her. He keeps a bit of space between them, even though he wants nothing more than to hold her close. Kymopoleia falls asleep quickly, holding her seahorse, while Poseidon keeps an eye on her. He also could use a nap.

My very first Luke & Hermes fic! They're my focus right now which I never thought would happen but here we are!

Characters : Luke and Hermes

Summary :

Hermes tries to hide the sadness that comes with his son trying to run away from him again. It’s like getting punched in the gut over and over again, despite his ebay efforts to make this a welcoming environment for his baby, he rejects him. The Greek God isn’t dumb, he knew this would take time. He understands that Luke needs time to feel safe around him. But he wished that his son would understand the pain he felt when he was forced to watch but never allowed to interact. The powerlessness that comes with it all. Until he was finally able to give him his blessing and brought him here. He got his baby back, but he hates him, it might be the price to pay for the feat he pulled when Luke died. Stealing his son's soul before he goes to the Underworld has been a desperate measure but one that he'll never regret. Hermes would damn himself if that meant he got one last time with Luke, to mend what’s broken between them. To be able to hold him, to hear him laugh, to tell him how much he loves him.

Author's note :

So this is inspired by Peppermintmocha's fic called : "Lightning Bolts, Stolen Helms, And Fatherly Spanks" on ao3 check it out!!!!! I loved it so so much that I got into Luke and Hermes's relationship because of it! I adore Papa Hermes and so I tried to keep him the way it was written in the fic!

Trigger warning: Non-sexual spanking (I imagine Gods are a bit traditional okay)

...............

Luke explores his dad’s house quietly. It’s been a few days since he has been here already, but it feels like it has already been months since he died stabbing himself in hopes of killing Kronos with him.

Now, he isn’t sure if that attempt was actually successful since his dad didn’t say anything on the matter since he’s been brought here, but hasn’t heard anything about Kronos since then and he’ll rather not at this point.Kronos has taken enough out of him already.

The house is quite big but also cosy.

Thankfully it’s a lot cleaner and organized than the house he grew up in. No mold, no irty dishes everywhere, no burnt cookies scattered on the counter tops.

There’s a lot of huge windows overlooking the surrounding area where the pool is. Except Luke cannot open the windows even if he simply wants to relax on the balcony.

As Luke continues walking aimlessly and trying to find something interesting to do, he stumbles upon Hermes’s working station area. Where his father works on his letters and deliveries he assumes.

Or whatever the hell keeps Gods too busy to notice that their kids are dying on quests.

There’s a letter scattered around the floor, packages are stacked in one corner of the room.

There’s a huge printer that Luke assumes used for making the insane amount of packaging labels his dad needs.

In the middle of the semi-organized mess, is a huge oak desk, big enough for at least multiple cyclops to sit in. And on the left corner of the desk are picture frames, small pictures, the bigger ones are hung on the wall overlooking the desk. Some faces he recognizes instantly like Travis and Connor. Along with Chris and others that he never got to meet.

To his surprise, Luke was also included in those portraits.

In fact most of the pictures were of him when he was little. In most of them, he is alone smiling at the camera. Or in a diaper with birthday cake plastered all over his face.

Another one is of him and Hermes, he rolls his eyes at the sight of it. His dad never came to see him much when he was little. At least, not enough for his liking.

In this photo, Hermes’s arms are wrapped around what looks to be his four year old self. He’s laughing at something the camera didn’t seem to catch. Luke doesn’t remember the last time he felt this type of joy and trust around his father.

And the thought makes him a little bit sad because he had been waiting so long to see his father and spent time with him back then.

He would never ever admit out loud, but he misses these moments with Hermes.

He continues his search and stumbles upon another picture that catches his attention even more than the last.

His eyes widened when he recognized his Dad wearing his typical joggers and winged sneakers, an arm wrapped around a young woman smiling brightly as she held onto a beautiful baby boy in her arms, wrapped in a blue fuzzy blanket. The couple looked so happy in the picture, completely unaware of what would transpire in the next few years.

“Mom?” Luke whispered as he took the frame in his hand to get a closer look at it.

His poor mom looked nothing like he remembers. Or at least, not from his most recent memories of her.

Luke the tear that trails down his cheek. And then his eyes widen when he recognizes the setting where the picture was taken. Strawberry fields, the big house, children wearing the same orange shirt he had then.

Camp half-blood.

......

The next day, Luke takes advantage of the fact that his Dad is busy with his delivering business to try and make a run for it.

He didn’t intend to go far, simply to get some fresh air and possibly find a way to call Ethan to get him out of here.

But Hermes doesn’t have to know that just yet. He’ll know in good time when Luke is far away from his reach.

Or so he thinks.

Because yes Hermes also confiscated his phone, and of course there is no internet service in this house even though his father is the one who invented the damn thing.

So now, Luke is starting to go insane with the board games his Dad makes him play or the coloring books, and the movie nights.

Luke is walking slowly and carefully on the hardwood floor so as to not make a sound. He hears Hermes speaking to a “client” on his phone, the conversation seems to be heated as his normally calm and collected Dad starts to get irritated.

“I’m taking a break for now. My son is Home with me and cannot be left on his own devices. Just call one of my assistants.” Luke hears Hermes huffing from down the hall.

And then he snaps. “I told you that I don’t intend on making deliveries personally, I’m busy!”

Luke’s heart is beating fast in his chest, the thrill of the escape is invigorating. He might be able to make it this time, or at least buy some time.

He had tried to escape the day prior and the day before that. His father hadn’t been pleased to say the least and it didn't end well for his bottom.

It hurt to sit down, but to be honest, the fun Luke has had doing it is worth the pain.

He just wanted to go out on his own without surveillance. Was it too much to ask?

He’s almost to the front door. He quickly looks behind him to see if Hermes has finished his call. And he hears him speak to himself. Grumbling on the deliveries and how he isn’t able to have a vacation unlike Dionysus.

Luke grabs the door knob gently, trying to not make a sound. Turns it, and to his greatest pleasure, it opens. He’s able to step one foot on the porch, and takes a few moments to see if they were going to be some kind of obstacles along the way to his freedom.

And his eyes stumble upon the gate surrounding the property. He’ll have to be quick, because Hermes can definitely see him through the windows. And there’s a possibility of an alarm of some kind being there.

One step at a time Luke breathes in the fresh air as if he had been taken captive for a long time.

He kind of did when Kronos took over his body, he was there but not really. His body had been a cage for his mind and it felt suffocating. He still has nightmares about it.

Now he has a second chance at life and he intends to make the best of it, without his godly parent, without a prophecy dictating his fate.

No more quests, no more being a father figure to everyone. Just him, Ethan and whatever life throws at him.

He walks faster once he’s out of the house looking back one last time, he pauses in his tracks. He had longed to be with his dad for so long. Finally getting the acknowledgement he desperately craved and now that he sort of had it, he felt like it was too much.

Hermes had told him that this was their Home. That he could change the decor in his room however he wishes. He kept saying how much he loves him.

But the rules, and the bedtime were too much for him. Along with the incessant babying.

He had been nice to him, despite his past mistakes, it didn’t fix everything though.

Luke was still mad that he left them when his mother went insane, that he scolded him for coming back home then.

But Luke doesn’t know that the reason why he’s here is because of Hermes’s blessing.

To be fair, it hasn't been so bad being here, but he has his life to live. And before he died, he had promised Ethan he’d give him a sign. And that they would steal a boat and travel the world, because being on a boat was one of the only fond memories he kept from his time with Kronos.

The boy finally turns towards the woods surrounding their Home, closing the gate behind him.

He walks on a dirt path, lost in his thoughts and future plans with Ethan when he’s suddenly lifted off his feet by two warm hands under his arms and back towards the house. He lets out a yelp.

“Not again!” He groans as he squirms in his father’s hold. It does not bulge by any means. Hermes is a lot stronger than he’d ever be, even in his human form.

He tries to put up a fight though, squirming and trashing, testing his dad’s patience, he’ll probably get another spanking but he doesn’t care at this point.

Might as well try since there’s no escape. Freedom deserves to be fought for after all.

But when nothing happens, Hermes's hands do not flinch at his attempt. Luke crosses his arms over his chest and sighs in defeat making an apt representation of a pout.

Hermes chuckles at his misery, or rather at his undeniable cuteness which reminds the God of when Luke had been a mere child. He tightened his hold on his adorable little one and pulled him closer to his chest.

Gods he wanted to wipe that fond smile off his face. But at the same time, Luke hates how much he actually enjoys being held like this.

He hates how much he craves this type of thing…affection. He only saw it in movies when he was little and he always wondered how it felt to have a good relationship with a parental figure.

He’d watch slightly jealous at how loving some of the parents were in these stupid sob stories.

And then he saw how Poseidon treated Percy and his rage grew then. How effortlessly his dad interacted and how affectionate he was too.

All he got was stupid quests from a God who wasn’t bothered to come and help him when he needed him the most. And it still hurts that the small child within him, buried under almost two decades of pain and heartbreak longs for that affection, to be held. To feel safe.

Luke heaves a sigh once Hermes finally puts him back on his feet. He closes the door behind him. He’s still pouting.

Hermes removes the backpack he had over his shoulder when he made his escape attempt, and hangs it onto the rack next to the front door.

Luke doesn’t look at him, he waits for the consequences of his actions to hit his backside. But to his surprise Hermes does not discipline him. He ruffles his hair gently and walks over to the kitchen as if nothing happened.

Inside, Hermes tries to hide the sadness that comes with his son trying to run away from him again. It’s like getting punched in the gut over and over again, despite his ebay efforts to make this a welcoming environment for his baby, he rejects him.

The Greek God isn’t dumb, he knew this would take time. He understands that Luke needs time to feel safe around him. But he wished that his son would understand the pain he felt when he was forced to watch but never allowed to interact.

The powerlessness that comes with it all. Until he was finally able to give him his blessing and brought him here.

He had finally found a way to steal some time off the Fates that ruined his family.

He got his baby back, but he hates him, it might be the price to pay for the feat he pulled when Luke died.

Hermes would damn himself if that meant he got one last time with Luke, to mend what’s broken between them. To be able to hold him, to hear him laugh, to tell him how much he loves him.

It was worth it, even if it takes him a lifetime to make it happen.

.....

“Have you eaten breakfast yet, my little one? " He asks while caressing a gentle hand into his dark hair.

His short stay had already proved to him that gods don't care if you're grown or not, they still see their kids as small children.

But before his hand could give his eldest demigod son affection, Luke batted his hand off gently, and Hermes's smile faded then, but he tried not to show his disappointment.

"I'm not hungry, I can take care of myself."

Hermes pretended he hadn't heard anything because he was going to take care of his baby boy no matter what. Especially taking advantage of the fact that he was finally home.

“I know you can, but you shouldn’t have to, darling.”

Luke sighed at the slight babying he was facing, he didn’t know how to react to it, he was slightly content because he got to feel what it was like to be close to a godly, otherwise absentee parent, but at the same time, he was grown now.It was too late for his father to play House with him. After all, he had many many more kids anyways.

He had tried to argue about it once already and it didn’t end well for him and he remembers his Dad grumbling under his breath afterwards while he was doing the dishes. Luke figured out that was his dad's way of dealing with everything.

“Grown at eighteen? Not until at least half a century and even then.” He mutters under his breath as Luke is finally eating the waffles Hermes prepared for him.

His dad took out his frustration on the dishes he worked on. “He’s nothing but a baby!”

…….

He picked up the dice again and threw them across the platter once more. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Hermes tries to entertain Luke despite some reminiscing tensions within the boy.

He rejects his affection and it does hurt the messenger God slightly although he tries to hide it behind a smile.

Now, they were playing a board game. Luke wanted to go out and do things, except Hermes wouldn't let him anytime soon since he was grounded for having tried to escape the day prior. And because the Council also wouldn’t agree on letting him out without making sure that Kronos was securely back in Tartarus for good.

With a hand under his chin Luke looked down onto the game puffing. "Your turn." Hermes smiled softly and took the dice and shook it.

Before landing his character on a nearby area in the game. But he couldn’t enjoy the game while his son was so closed off despite the recent efforts they both made.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"Nothing." The teen sighs, not making eye contact with his Dad, solely focused on the game in front of him.

He picks it up again and plays it with a bit too much force. Muttering how this is stupid under his breath, although he knows that Hermes heard everything. And to be honest Luke hoped the words hurt his father.

Despite having been brought here without consent, being spanked like a little kid, he would play the part and then return to Kronos as soon as he was able to.

The God of thieves sighed once more and went to retrieve the dice before placing it back onto the board. Luke’s fists were now closed off completely. He bit his lip to control himself before he said something that might get him into more trouble later, but still, he was so very tired of pretending.

“Luke I know, I haven’t always been here, and for that I’m so sorry.” Luke closes his eyes, he doesn't want to hear the excuses.

He was tired of this, of being on the run, of having to prove himself worthy of love to a God that didn’t care about him for years until he showed up once again when it was way too late in the game. He had tried to play Dad to so many younger demigods throughout the years he spent at camp.

He had been there for them. From day one. Guiding them, helping the small ones when they were shaking from fear after the long journey to camp.

Kneeling to their level to make them more comfortable and helping those who were (in his opinion) far too young to be brought to Camp. Helping them adjust to their new lives here.

He would gently introduce himself and try to be comforting, knowing how hard it was for them as a demigod. He made sure they ate enough, trained to be stronger, and resisted monsters. He did room inspections, handled conflicts.

He was there when they cried as the doom of being unclaimed settled in. He always stayed until they fell asleep. He didn’t let go before they did him. Luke also made sure they knew how to laugh again and would play games with them. Whether it was playing cards or roughhousing in the cabin, he was always down for it.

Always willing to remind them that they were still children despite the circumstances.

One moment that is set apart from the others in Luke’s mind is when one camper he had trained for sword fighting finally succeeded in their tricks. And he had been proud of them, because once more, he’s the one who trained them this far. He had stood still, though, when the camper in question hugged him. He had stood frozen for a few moments before reciprocating the embrace.

Not used to feeling recognized for the things he’s done. At least the good he did do before everything went down the drain.

Little did he know then that Hermes had been watching. And that was the reason why he got a second chance after siding with Kronos.

He was the one they came to when they were hurt, he was the one who raised them.

He did it all on his own.

But none of their so-called parents cared.

Neither did he. Between his mom, who went insane, and Hermes, he didn't have anyone to rely on. He was fourteen years old when he decided to step up and be the father he never had.

“I swear, my little one, if I had the choice, I would have stayed with you and your Mom.”

“Yeah, sure you would have.” He snarled back, standing up from his chair, almost wanting to flip the stupid game off and the table along with it, but Luke knew better since it would get him in trouble.

Instead, he remained there for a few moments, fists clenched into tight fists, he walked away but anger clouds his judgement for a second.

He was almost by the door when something in him switched, and he slowly walked back, standing next to his father, and punched him in the face.“Now I’m done.”

He said as he walked upstairs towards his room, slamming the door shut as he was preparing himself for Hermes to come and discipline him for the punch. Luke sighed in relief as he finally made it to the room.

Hermes’s hand went to rub at his injured cheek. Luke left no bruise, but the intent behind it had been a sharp reminder of everything that needed to be repaired between them. But this action couldn’t go unpunished.

Hermes didn’t waste much time knocking on the door. He simply teleported himself over there. Luke turned quickly when he felt a presence behind him and gulped before he could stop himself. Angering a godly parent wasn’t going to end well for him.

Like usual, though, he had a way of putting himself in bad situations impulsively. But he wasn’t sorry this time. He knew it was coming his way, so he simply stood there and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at his Father.

“Luke, I know you’re hurting, and I take responsibility for what I have done to you, but I will not accept such behavior from any one of my children, grown or otherwise.” Hermes said firmly as he lowered himself down to Luke’s level so they could be eye to eye.

Hermes looked into his child’s eyes, he was angry and rightly so, but he wouldn’t allow such disrespect in his home. “Despite what you’d like to believe Kronos isn’t your father, I am.”

He was done with the hands off parenting approach he had developed over the years. Now he was going to try a different way to make sure that they both stopped hurting each other. And to protect his little boy from harm like he should have done years ago.

Since his dear little one seemed to have lost his tongue at the moment, Hermes continued on with his lecture, hoping that his words might get through to his once rebellious son. Luke kept staring at him, clenching his jaw a bit to try and refrain from saying something he might regret.

“Now, if you want to continue with this attitude, go ahead, but you’ll be met with a firm hand if that is the only way to get through to you.” Hermes ads, once again, no response and so he sighs,

He sits down on the edge of Luke’s bed, his caduceus in hand, “let’s get this over with.”

Luke felt himself being pulled by the upper arm, his father’s grip was surprisingly gentle considering the reason why he was being taken to task for. He was then guided over Hermes’s lap with his jeans and underwear pulled down.

The boy didn’t speak or move as the first few smacks hit his backside. Hermes used his hand at first, but seeing how Luke didn’t seem to respond he went a step further and started using his caduceus.

Luke bit his lip harshly as each smack hit his butt. He wouldn't break, he wouldn’t give satisfaction to his dad, he wouldn't sob despite how much it hurt and how much he wanted to cry out.

“You do not strike” smack. “Your father.” A harsher smack fell on his backside with the caduceus at the word Father. “When you are angry.” and another spank, harsher than the last one but of course not hurtful enough to leave any sort of damage. Hermes isn’t cruel.

Hermes made sure to get his message across harshly because he was tired of having to do this, but also because he wanted Luke to understand.

The only sounds that came out of his son, though, were soft sniffles. Luke tries desperately to keep his eyes shut so no more tears will come out of them.

“I love you, Luke, despite what you may believe right now.” Hermes continues as his hand continues its work. “But like I said I will not tolerate such behavior inside our home.”

Luke rubs his tears away and tries to keep his breathing steady.

“I want to be close to you now that I've got the chance to do so, and I’ll be waiting for the day you finally allow me to.” He adds, taking a small break, but he’s not finished just yet.

He doesn’t look up to his dad when Hermes starts raining smacks on his bottom once more

Luke clenches his fists tightly as the pain of the spanking really sets in. And it takes Hermes only a few more for him to finally break into heart wrenching sobs. The God stops mid air as he hears his son’s crying.

He looks down at Luke, who has buried his face into his legs, gripping the tan joggers he liked to wear when he wasn’t in his godly form. Luke’s eyes are puffy from crying, and his face is red from embarrassment and anger. Hermes quickly puts the caduceus aside to give his full attention to his little one.

“I won’t give up on you, never.” He says as he looks at Luke. And then, he gently pulls Luke’s jeans and underwear up again. Luke hisses at the sensation of fabric on his burning sit spot.

Hermes then lifts his little one back up, but before he can settle Luke in his lap and cuddle him until he is sure the boy knows how much he loves him.”Come here, little one.” But, Luke pushes his arms harshly as they come to wrap around his waist and darts down the hall not uttering a single word to his father.

So Hermes makes his leave, walking slowly towards the kitchen to prepare dinner for himself and Luke, silently hoping that his son does not hate him now.

They both ate dinner in silence. Luke barely touched his plate but forced himself to eat a little. And then went to bed without complaints as Hermes reminded him of his newly assigned bedtime.

Luke nodded and went to bed, not making eye contact with Hermes.

…..

Luke sighs, lying on his belly, in his pajamas, his bottom throbbing, after his Dad responded to the punch just like he had expected him to. The demigod rubs at his cheeks, sniffling still after the punishment.

He looked over to the bedside table on his right and pushed the alarm clock to see what time it was. Exactly 8:30 pm. He pushed it back again. Sighing once more. He got the spanking of a lifetime, and his dad had tucked him in at his set bedtime.

He hears soft footsteps outside his door in the hallway and closes his eyes, just in case his dad wants to come in and check on him. But the footsteps don’t linger, they leave as quietly as they arrived. And Luke opens his eyes, almost saddened by the fact that his Dad actually didn’t come in.

He debates on if he should follow. If he should apologize for earlier.

One part of him wanted the comfort that came with his dad’s presence while the other was more reserved.

What if his Dad dismisses him again? What if he’s still mad at him?

The boy stayed put for another hour, unable to fall asleep and so he finally decided that it was time to go see his dad.

He walks slowly as he exits his room and finds his father’s which is at the end of a long hallway. Once he’s in front of the door, Luke hesitates to knock.

He’s not some kind of little kid anymore so he shouldn’t feel such childish needs for comfort. But still, before he could refrain himself, his hand already knocked onto the oak door.

“Come in.”

So his feet carry him inside. It’s actually the very first time Luke has been in Hermes’s room. It looks like a typical master bedroom to be fair, but his dad is sitting at his desk and seems to be working on some papers. Big difference is that the room is ginormous and has an attached bathroom to it and an inhumanely big bed at the center of it.

Everything seemed bigger compared to the furniture inside his own room and the rest of the house. Maybe because his dad was in his Godly form then?

Luke gets his confirmation as he looks at his dad once more, and he realizes that Hermes wasn’t how he had last seen him when he punched him in the face. The God was a lot taller now and not wearing his joggers anymore, he had sandals with white little wings attached to them and what seemed like white robes. His features had also changed, his hair was remotely the same color, but his features made him look younger or how he imagined an immortal being would look like to be fair.

His eyes were now a bright blue, the exact same color he had. And his caduceus was sitting on his left, with the snakes at the bottom in their area.

His eyes paused at the two snakes playing and arguing in a sandbox next to Hermes’s desk. Luke frowned at the scene but his life as a demigod proved to him that this was a normal occurrence anyways. Two snakes fighting and talking that is especially about a rat.

Hermes turned from the small pile of letters in front of him and gave his son a warm smile.

“Is everything alright darling?” He asks, his voice held no venom of any kind despite what had transpired earlier.

Luke blushes slightly at the affectionate moniker, he’s still getting used to this… and nods while rubbing his hand onto the back of his neck.

He looks down to his feet for the next part. “I-I just couldn’t sleep” He waits to be dismissed to hear that he should grow up, that he’s legally an adult (not in his dad’s eyes mind you). But he feels warm hands pulling him into Messenger God's side.

“Come here darling.” Luke does actually rest into his father’s side without protest, albeit slightly tensed because it’s one of the first times he ever hugged his dad. They stay like this for a few moments before Luke speaks again.

“I’m sorry for punching you earlier.” Luke whispers, not looking at his dad directly.

Hermes looks down to his child, his arm pulling him even more into his side as if he was shielding him from the pain he had caused him. “I accept your apology, I know it must be hard for you too.”

Luke doesn’t respond, he’s a bit shy at the moment. But Hermes hopes that he’ll open up to him more as time goes on. He will definitely try to show Luke how much he adores him, now that ancient laws are not a problem anymore.

“Would you like to sleep here tonight?” God asks.

Luke bites his lip, he’s too old for this he thinks. But then again, he hasn’t been sleeping well for a long time now so he nods. Hermes smiles brightly and kisses the top of his child’s head.

The young demi-god hide his face in his dad’s shoulder, not wanting to show how much it meant to him, and not yet ready to admit that maybe deep down, *some* of the gods were trying.

Hermes smiles warmly and rubs a gentle down Luke’s back. “Come on then, it’s past your bedtime.” He stands up, his right arm is still wrapped around his son, as he gently guides him towards the bed.

Luke watches silently as Hermes reaches for the thick comforter and pulls it back. And then nudges him to get in. He settles for a spot in the middle of the bed. Hermes joins him on the other side. Once he’s in he pulls the blankets and comforter around his little one.

They stay slightly afar until Hermes breaks the silence.

“Come here little one, I don’t bite.” He chuckles as he pulls the teen closer to his chest. Luke doesn’t resist the hug and cuddles down, burrowing his face in his father’s chest.

Characters: Big Three: Poseidon + Hades + Zeus

Summary :

Zeus watches them play silently. He wishes he could have such a close relationship with the brothers he never got the chance to grow up with. Sadly, it feels like Poseidon has eyes only for Hades, and one day he might betray him and follow the God of the Underworld. But things take a turn for the Big Three Brothers and they finally can act like the family they are.

Author's note:

A little note, Poseidon is roughly a teen in this story, and that's why he's less mature and more playful. This story is like the continuation of the other ones I wrote so far, where I focus on snippets of Poseidon's life and his family Olympian and SeaFam. He recently got out of Kronos's stomach and I headcanon that Hades raised him inside… I also headcanon hard that Poseidon didn't want to live separated from his family when he got his domains and feels very lonely!

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It’s the Winter solstice. The day when Hades can come back to Olympus. It’s not Home to him, his home is in the Underworld now. Far away from the drama and childish disputes his siblings partake in.

The Olympians were all gathered for the occasion and seated in their respective Thrones. Poseidon was fidgeting in his seat, his impatience growing further and further. He kept looking at the front door of the council room to see if Hades was finally arriving.

But when he didn’t, the young God would pout and slouch in his seat. It was almost Midnight. Surely he would finally make it. Hestia spares her little brother a glance and smiles. She was also very happy to see their brother again.

“He’ll be there Poseidon, you just have to be patient a little longer, brother.” She tries to reassure him. But Poseidon doesn’t know if he should believe her or not.

Although they were probably the only ones who were openly so. Their siblings didn’t seem to care much, they were busy chatting among themselves and didn’t pay attention.

He was so happy about the possibility of spending time with Hades again, but a part of him was scared to imagine that maybe, he wouldn’t come, since last time, things didn’t go as well and Hades told Zeus that he’d rather be alone in the Underworld than come back to this place.

They had argued and Poseidon thought he would have had to choose between them. Thankfully that didn’t happen. But now, Zeus seemed to have changed his approach when it came to their Eldest brother.

He invited him more often to celebrations, which the God of the underworld declined politely one after the other. But this time, he did accept the visit (only because Poseidon asked him to).

Zeus was standing at the center. Carefully watching as the clock moved towards Midnight marking the darkest day of the year. Then, the atmosphere changed.

Their sisters stopped chatting, and Aphrodite and Hera looked up from their seats. Hestia smiled as Their brother finally made an appearance.

“Hades!” Poseidon says and before anyone can stop him, he’s glued to Hades’s side.

Zeus watches longingly as Poseidon and Hades meet each other for the first time in decades. At least not in Olympus since Hades’s banishment.

Poseidon spares not much time and cuddles close to his older brother as the God of the Dead takes his place on the throne that had been appointed for him, on Poseidon’s right. He cuddles Poseidon into his side and kisses the top of his head gently.

Hades doesn’t really care about their siblings' glances.

The normally severe God cannot hide his smile as he holds his dear baby brother in his arms once again. Poseidon normally tries to hide this part of himself when they’re not alone, especially when the entire Family is around, but he cannot contain his excitement at seeing Hades back again.

The young Sea God clings to his dark cloak while the elder Gods gently strokes his hair. “I missed you, my little sea pup.” He whispers into his ear. Poseidon smiles constantly at the nickname Hades gave him when he got the Sea as his domain.

“Welcome back Hades.” Zeus finally speaks as he still watches Poseidon cuddle into Hades.

Hades looks up from their little brother, holding his sword in one hand while his other arm is otherwise occupied with holding his little pup. “Thank you, Zeus.” He says. “I appreciate the invitation, even if it’s just for one night.”

Hera sighs at the evident challenge in Hades’s sentence.

Zeus clenches his jaw, trying to control his temper. “If you don’t want to spend time with your family you are free to leave.” He responds, watching Hades holding Poseidon a bit more tightly now. His gaze is also harsher.

Poseidon looks between both of his brothers, his excitement completely gone at this point. Sadness at seeing so much built up tension once more, when it was supposed to be a good day. He tries to control the tears that are starting to form in his sea-green eyes.

“Zeus, you invited him. Can’t you both move on for one night?” Hera asks, she’s irritated at this point, even though Hades technically started it this time.

Zeus doesn’t respond to his wife yet, merely looking at Poseidon cuddling even closer to Hades. The sight of their closeness made him jealous. Poseidon surely had chosen Hades over him.

It was clear as day, as the King of Olympus watched how Hades held Poseidon tightly and how the younger god didn't try to get away from the embrace compared to when Zeus had done the same thing, Poseidon flinched away from him.

Zeus loathed to admit that it hurt his feelings.

Poseidon didn't dare to look at his older brother since he could feel his glare from where he was snuggled. Hades felt him tense a little bit and hugged his baby brother. “It’s okay little sea pup.”

Poseidon gives out the smallest sniffle he can manage so no one knows he’s getting emotional again. He doesn’t need to have comments about it right now.

“I-I don’t like it when you fight.” He whispers into Hades’s chest, and the God of the Dead nods in acknowledgment.

He didn’t want to make Poseidon too hopeful, because the relationship between Zeus and him was quite complicated, but he was willing to make an effort.

“I’ll try to behave, baby brother. For you.” He whispers into Poseidon’s ear. The little Sea God sighs in relief. Hades presses a gentle kiss on the top of Poseidon’s head before he addresses his other brother.

Then Hades looks back at Zeus, the warmth and love he had for Poseidon moments ago, were now replaced with a harsh gaze. While he maintained his grip on Poseidon tightly. Almost in a possessive way.

“I’m sorry Zeus.” He starts. Still glaring. “I did not intend to cause more pain between us all on this fateful night.”

Zeus had his arms crossed over his chest. He understood Hades’s apology wasn’t one. It was more said as a warning. But seeing their little brother scared and seeking Hades so easily made him rethink.

He needs to show Poseidon he can come to him too. So he played along.

“Very well. Let there be peace between us for one night.” He finally says and Poseidon looks up to him shyly.

He wasn’t sure if they truly agreed with each other or not. But he would take this moment of peace between them.

Their sisters watched the exchange silently, they didn’t believe the arrangement would last longer than a few hours at most but Hestia tried to make the atmosphere somewhat festive again.

“Let’s enjoy this time as a family, I made a feast for us all to enjoy after the council.”

Hades finally loosens his grip on Poseidon and smiles at his sister. “A feast sounds lovely.”

Zeus tries to sound enthusiastic. “Yes, a feast sounds nice.” He repeats as he still watches how Poseidon is cuddled willingly into Hades’s side.

Hera comes and takes Zeus’s hand into her own as they start to get into their thrones.

Poseidon would love nothing more than to stay cuddled into his oldest brother’s side, but he knows they’re being watched, so he blushes slightly at how his sisters are waiting for them to finish their cuddle before everyone returns to their assigned seats.

Reluctantly, Poseidon lets go of Hades, who squeezes his hand in encouragement when he feels his hesitation. His gaze is soft and loving for his little puppy who’s technically not so little anymore, but always will be to him. Hades would do absolutely anything for Poseidon. If he wanted to come to live in the Underworld, he would be welcome with open arms even if Zeus would be against it.

The council goes somewhat smoothly. There is no arguing and exceptionally everyone seems to agree on what is being decided on.

Except for the fact that Poseidon falls asleep at some point and Hades is the one who wakes him up from his slumber. “Poseidon, wake up baby brother.” He shakes his shoulder gently.

Hades’s method is a lot more gentle than Zeus would have ever thought of doing.

His first reaction would have been to scream at Poseidon to wake up now. And act like the God he is.

But he comes to find out that Poseidon responds extremely well to Hades’s gentleness.

The young Sea God awakes finally and rubs his eyes with his fists. Hades smiles at him. While Zeus watches attentively.

“Sorry… Won’t happen again.” He mumbles as he tries to sit better on his throne. Knowing how Zeus is probably pissed at him for doing that.

Hades merely smiles at him and rubs a gentle hand in his hair. “No need to apologize, little one. You needed to rest after everything.”

“I’m glad you’re finally awake to make your report little brother,” Zeus interjects.

Hades raises an eyebrow at the surprisingly gentle tone the King of the Gods uses. It is so out of character for him. “Right.. The report.” Mumbles Poseidon. As if it reminded him that all Zeus cares about are his Godly duties and not the fact that he needs to feel loved.

Unlike the rest of their siblings, Poseidon did not live the separation with them very well. After they were freed from Kronos, everything went very fast for him and he found himself alone in the Seas, and he was honestly scared. He doesn’t know anyone, he’s lonely and he only wants to stay with them.

That’s why he spent most of his time either with Hades in the underworld or on Olympus with Zeus. But he pretends that everything is good and he has everything under control to not seem like a burden for an Olympian.

So he makes his report and Zeus seems satisfied enough to not ask questions about it. He merely nodded along and wrote things down as Poseidon talked about the Marine life and Merpeople's architecture and his plans to build a new Palace and a city called Atlantis.

“Good work Poseidon. Your insights are very valuable for the future of our kind.” Zeus praises and Poseidon looks up surprised.

“Really?” He asks in disbelief that his elder brother would think so highly of his ideas.

Hera turned questioningly at her husband's enthusiasm.

“Are you alright Zeus? Is the Solstice making you kinder?” She asks.

Hestia silently laughs. Normally Zeus is severe and cold with their youngest. Hades seems to know what he's doing but doesn't say much, because Poseidon is happy.

“You’ll make a good King little brother.” He finally says. And Poseidon blushes slightly. He didn’t like the pressure that had been put on his shoulders to become King and an Olympian never mind being one of the big Three. He was still so young. Barely out of his teenage years in human years.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

He didn’t want to disappoint anybody but he didn’t feel mature enough to have this many duties so soon.

He looks up to Hades who offers him a gentle smile. The elder God knows how he feels about all of this, which is why Poseidon spent so much time with him, as a way to escape from this. Even though Zeus has no idea.

…..

After the boring council ended and everyone was assigned new duties for after the solstice, Poseidon wanted to show Hades his home on Olympus. Since his brother hadn’t seen it yet.

“Come Hades!” He says excitedly as the God of the Dead steps on the marble staircases leading to his baby brother’s Olympian Palace. Zeus had told them that his Palace was still being built so Poseidon took it upon himself to welcome him into his own.

Poseidon is already at the top, happily fidgeting and patiently waiting for Hades to finally come and see what he did to the place while he was away for so long. Hades smiles proudly as Poseidon shows him around.

“It looks like a magnificent little sea pup.” He says as he wiggles his fingers into Poseidon’s side gently making the Godling laugh softly. Poseidon squirms away batting at his older brother’s hands softly while also leaning in the tickles.

Hades smiles down at him poking him in the belly one last time before he relents. “I missed your laugh baby brother, it’s been a long time since I last heard it.”

Poseidon giggles once more. But then his smile falters a little bit. “I thought you wouldn’t come to visit me.” He confessed looking down.

“Oh little one.’ He kneels to be at the same height as his baby brother. “I would never miss a time to visit you. I might be busy but you are always in my heart.”

Poseidon looks up and wraps his arms around Hades’s neck. Now he knows he can be as affectionate as he wants in the privacy of his temple. Hades returns the embrace and holds Poseidon close. “I’m very proud of you. Baby brother no matter what.”

Poseidon snuggles closer. He feels safe in Hades’s arms. Now that his spirits are lifted he looks up to his brother like an excited puppy.

“Now come on! You need to see the Garden! I added sea flowers that glow at night!”He says excitedly as he grabs Hades’s hand and leads him to the exit of the temple.

Hades chuckles softly but dutifully follows. “Lead the way my little sea pup.”

The next day, Poseidon wakes up cuddled into Hades’s embrace. He slept amazingly, with no nightmares and no memories of their Father’s stomach.

Hades makes them breakfast. They don’t need to eat or sleep technically, but they find comfort in doing so and being able to, now that they’re free.

He feels safe.

....

They spend the day after the Solstice together. Enjoying playful games Poseidon pouts because Hades is great at every one of them.

“You’re cheating!” He whines as he throws his card deck on the table in front of him. Hades raises an eyebrow amusement written in his eyes. “How can I cheat when you can see my cards?”

Poseidon crosses his arms defiantly, letting out a dramatic huff. To add to his act, he adopts the most exaggerated sea puppy eyes he can muster, hoping to make Hades feel guilty for winning every time.

Hades laughs, shaking his head in amusement. “Put those eyes away, Poseidon. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“But it’s not fair!” Poseidon pouts even more, his lips forming a perfect frown. “I want to win at least once!”

Hades tries to maintain his composure, but the sight of Poseidon’s adorable pout is nearly impossible to resist. His composure is declining. The little pest of a Godling knows how to make the King of the Underworld crumble. “Alright, little brother. How about we switch games? What do you want to play?”

He has him wrapped around his finger since the day he was born and Hades would not change a thing.

Poseidon thinks about it and then smiles. “We can roughouse?”

"You think you can beat me?" He teases enjoying the way Poseidon gives him an evil glare.

"Of course I can! I've been practicing while you were away!"

"We'll see about that then." Hades responds getting up from his chair into the common area where there would be enough space for them to play.

Poseidon faces him, ready to take him on. They did actually train for real back when they took on the Titans but this was a new form of play Poseidon found out when they escaped. He adores any form of play that has to do with physical touch.

Hades is mindful to not hurt him. But also he wants Poseidon to have a fair mock fight so he doesn't hold back too much. He was still slightly stronger than the Sea God.

Poseidon tries to get Hades a few times and fails. He’s very fast and strategizes well. But he lunges at him and manages to catch him off guard for a moment and they end up with Poseidon sitting on top of his older brother triumphantly.

“Finally!” He exclaims. Hades laughs underneath him. He lets Poseidon enjoy his swift victory but then he smiles mischievously. “Not so fast baby brother.”He sits up slightly and pulls Poseidon back down with him, cuddling him close.

Poseidon squirms in his embrace a little bit, but he loves cuddles so his efforts are in vain. “You’re such a cheater!”

Hades chuckles, his laugh is deep and warm. “More like a strategic cuddler, I simply know how to use my weapons correctly.”

Poseidon huffs in the embrace. Trying to keep some kind of dignity but he’s totally not snuggling deeper. Not at all.

“I still won!” He insists. His older brother rolls his eyes playfully. “Yes, you did.”He admits.

They stay cuddled like this for a little while longer. Until Poseidon falls asleep on Hades and then he pulls him into his arms and tucks him into his bed. He pulls the covers over his sleeping form and kisses his forehead.

“Sleep well, baby brother.” He says before taking his leave to do some work in the study Poseidon had made, even though Hades knows he probably doesn’t use it. That is where he finds Zeus standing there alone.

“What are you doing here?” Hades asks.

Zeus looks up to meet his eyes. “I came to check on you both. Hestia was getting worried.” He lies.

“Is that so? It’s unlike you to care about what others think, never mind our sister.”He crosses his arms, not believing a word Zeus said.

The King of the Gods looks down at the paperwork lying on the desk before him. “I wanted to check on Poseidon.” He admits.

Hades glares at him. He knew that Zeus would try to get Poseidon to leave his side once he got the chance. He only invited him as a way to make their baby brother happy.

Zeus looks up once again meeting Hades heads on. “I only want what is best for my…our brother. Can’t you see that I’m trying?”

Hades lets out a small mocking laugh. “Trying? You left him on his own when he needed you the most! He never wanted a part in any of this.” He shows the temple and Olympus.

Thunder booms in the sky above them and Zeus clenches his fists in frustration.

“I did what was best for us all.” He snarls back. “Sacrifices had to be made.”Hades meets his challenge, and he advances.

“Sacrifices ugh? You sacrificed his happiness for your power.”He accuses. Pointing his finger into his chest. “He is not some kind of weapon you can use as cannon fodder in the next Titanomachy.”

His brother’s words start to sink in, as Zeus realizes what he’s done to Poseidon but his pride is strong. “He needs to learn to stand on how own, the world is dangerous.”

“By pushing him away at the bottom of the sea?” Hades mocks. “You think he’s going to learn what exactly? That his family despises him, that he cannot come to you when he needs help?”

Zeus doesn’t respond.

“He’s still a child Zeus, look at him!” He gestures at the young Sea God's slightly open door. “He isn’t ready for this. He’s terrified, after spending his entire life in a cage, he’s being imprisoned by his brother nonetheless.”

Zeus realizes that he misunderstood the trauma they lived within their father's stomach. He knew it must have been hard for them to survive but sometimes he had a hard time to grapple the reality of it and holding his siblings together as a united family didn’t cross his mind for a long while.

He had been so focused on the wars, their kind surviving, and becoming the King of the Gods.

"Hades I never wanted to destroy our family. I thought I was keeping us together.”

Hades titles his head to the side. “Keeping us together by banishing me? By isolating Poseidon?”

“I was afraid you would ruin the stability I sought to create.”

“You did take charge,” Hades replies, his voice low. “But you led us into more darkness. You isolated me when I needed you the most. Poseidon needed both of us, but you only saw the threat I posed, not the brother you were casting out.”

Zeus lowers his gaze, feeling the sting of Hades's words like a sharp blade. He nods.

“I know. But I want to show you that I want to do better.” He says. “I decided that you could return to Olympus whenever you want to, the council disagreed at first, but it is your birthright to reign as King.”

Hades studies Zeus trying to find an ounce of unsecirity in what he said but he finds none.

A heavy silence fills the room as Hades contemplates Zeus’s offer. The memories of betrayal and resentment flicker in his mind but so do the memories of laughter and camaraderie they once shared. “You expect me to just trust you after all that’s happened?” Hades challenges, crossing his arms defensively.

“I don’t expect you to,” Zeus responds, his voice firm but gentle. “Trust is earned, and I’m willing to earn it back. If you’re willing to return to Olympus, I will show you that I’ve changed through my actions. I want to mend what’s been broken.”

Hades uncrosses his arms, and his stance relaxes a bit. He’s considering the offer.

“If I’m coming back, I do not want any part in the petty drama you put up with during council. I want a family to come back to.”

Zeus nods solemnly. “I will try to make sure the council accepts your presence without questions. You will have authority over Olympus as it is your birthright.”

Hades sighs, Zeus doesn’t seem to understand what he means. “I do not need authority over anyone, I simply want acceptance from my own family. I want to see Poseidon heal and thrive as an Olympian and King of the Seas.”

Zeus nods once more. “I understand. I’ll make sure you have a place to stay on Olympus and I hope that we’ll finally restore the balance and heal as a family.”

Hades remains cautious and weary of Zeus’s turning into a new leaf and stepping down from his powerful angry persona he kept up for so long. But then again, Hades is smart enough to realize that their brother also had to live through hardships. Having the responsibility to save everyone and hold their family together during such tumultuous times.

Hades is not ready to forgive him for his banishment and lack of support throughout eons but he’s willing to move past everything for the sake of their baby brother and family.

“I’ll take your word for now, don’t make me regret it.” He finally says.

Zeus didn’t try to argue or defend his pride he accepted Hades’s willingness for what it was.

“I won’t, I promise brother.”

Hades doesn’t respond to the term. It’s been a long time since anyone other than Poseidon and Hestia called him that. But he’s secretly happy to hear it again, he feels less lonely all of a sudden.

Hades then turned in the direction of Poseidon’s room to check on him. He gestures for Zeus to follow, and the younger Olympian does dutifully.

“He likes to sleep with someone, he hates being alone.” The God of the Underworld starts as he delicately removes some of the blankets around Poseidon and gestures for Zeus to get in beside him. “He needs you.”

Zeus hesitates though. “Are you sure he won’t mind my presence?”

Hades looks up to meet his eyes, his gaze reassuring and softer than what Zeus is used to coming from the god of the underworld. “If he did mind your presence he wouldn’t spend as much time with you as he does.”

Zeus looks back down at their little brother’s sleeping form. Poseidon indeed spent quite a bit of his time away from his domain to stay with him on Olympus. Even though the little Sea God wasn’t as affectionate with him or didn’t seem to be as happy around him as he was with Hades.

“I want him to be able to trust me as a brother not just as a commander. But he rejects my attempts.” Zeus admits whispering so as not to disturb Poseidon.

Zeus did try to form a relationship with his many Olympian siblings after everything happened with the War against their Father and then becoming the Big Three. Still, everyone seemed to see him as King first and then their brother. He loathed to admit that sometimes, he was jealous of the relationship they had. They all seemed so close to each other and he grew up alone.

Hades listens and nods in understanding. “If you want to build a relationship with him or us, you have to stop seeing everyone as a threat to your throne, brother.”

Zeus sighs, fidgeting with the blankets. “I Know. But he rejects me even when I’m trying to reach him, he seems to trust you more than anyone.”

“That is because I raised him, Zeus. Your relationship will look different. Which is good.”

Hades smiles at him. Then he steps into the bed on Poseidon’s right and encourages Zeus to do the same. Which he finally does. He looks down at Poseidon when he feels him shift in his sleep, getting closer to him.

“Start small. Spend time with him, remove the responsibilities and pressures and he’ll open up to you.”He says his tone firm but gentle.

….

The next few weeks, Hades spent time on Olympusto the Council’s utmost surprise. Some of the Gods didn’t like this new way of doing things and did not waste any time expressing their discomfort about the new arrangement. But Zeus was quick to dismiss them.

Hades stayed on Olympus primarily to help guide Zeus through the learning process of understanding their baby brother. It seemed quite comical to some of their sisters as they watched the two elder Gods interact without any bloodshed during councils.

“See, now he’s bored and so he’s probably going to fall asleep in the next few minutes because he doesn’t care about Dmeter’s wheat culture.”

Hades explains quietly to Zeus. Their thrones are now side to side and Poseidon’s is on Hade’s right. Zeus listens intently as if he is making mental notes of Hades’s wisdom.

As if Poseidon heard Hades, his eyelids started to drop, while he tried his best to stay in a somewhat straight position. But he fails.

“He always does this whenever she starts speaking along with Athena. He doesn’t want to be disrespectful, it just doesn’t catch his attention.”He points out as Poseidon starts actually sleeping while Demeter passionately explains her agricultural advancements.

“He never liked councils did he?” Zeus whispered, his tone as gentle as he could muster.

Hades chuckles softly so as to not disturb Demeter. “Nope. He hates sitting during Councils, his attention needs to be occupied at all times.”

Zeus nods thoughtfully. “I’ll try to bring him something next time.”

Hades smiles at the suggestion. “He would love that.” He says as he gently adjusts Poseidon’s position so he can be comfortable.

During the next council, Poseidon could bring a drawing pad and a seashell to entertain himself and he didn’t sleep at all. Which made Zeus a lot happier and the council went smoothly.

….

The next day Zeus tries to approach Poseidon in his temple. Hades had to leave for the Underworld to handle some business with his realm, leaving the young Sea God alone. Hades left with some pieces of advice though. How to approach the Sea God and not scare him.

Poseidon was playing with the new pool he made for himself, making hippocampi using the seafoam. Which would then become actual horses. The smaller God didn’t expect any visitors but he was having as much fun as he could being alone without Hades around to play games with him.

Zeus had witnessed them playing a lot throughout Hades’s longer stay on Olympus. It made him smile to see Poseidon so happy and carefree, but then again when he tried to engage in those same games, his baby brother didn’t react very well. He had been more confused than anything.

Hestia did point out that maybe it would be a better option for Zeus to find their own personal games to play considering Poseidon only allowed Hades to get so close to him.

Zeus didn’t come empty-handed. He followed Hades’s lead and the elder God recommended him to give something to Poseidon he never thought he would like. A plushie.

Hades said that Poseidon needed to know that Zeus accepted him as he was.

Zeus sat down peacefully a little bit away from Poseidon to give him space if he didn’t like him to stay close. And he put his gift bag next to him watching his little brother have fun with the creatures he made.

Poseidon felt someone watching him so he turned his attention away from the hippocampi.

His brows furrowed to see him there. “Zeus, what are you doing here?” He asks.

Zeus tries to not show his frustration at the way Poseidon is coldly greeting him despite his efforts.

He takes a breath grabs the gift bag and hands it out to the young God. “I got something for you. I thought it would bring you comfort while Hades is busy.” He tries.

Poseidon looks at the gift bag cautiously. “What is it?”

“Something I hope you’ll use whenever you feel lonely.”

Poseidon grabs the bag and opens it. It’s a stuffed eagle. He pets its head softly and cuddles with it. Zeus can’t help but smile at his brother’s cuteness.

The plushie means a lot to Poseidon. He always loved cuddly things like fluffy blankets and plushies although only Hades knew about it and has gotten him the ones he has secretly hidden in his rooms in the Underworld. This is a side that Zeus never saw from Poseidon before.

But he does enjoy being the one to bring a smile to Poseidon’s face a lot.

Although he would never admit it out loud.

Zeus looks back at the creatures swimming in the pool happily. “What are these?” He asks trying to show Poseidon he’s interested in his new creations.

Poseidon smiles as he watches the creatures. ‘They’re hippocampi, I made them out of sea foam.”He explains proudly.

Zeus smiles as Poseidon explains. “Will you bring them to your domains?”

Poseidon’s smile falters a little at the question about his domain. He didn'tt like to think about it much. His domains were overwhelming and scary. A place of expectations and responsibilities.

“I-I haven’t thought about it much.” He admits as he fidgets with the plush eagle’s wings.

Seeing Poseidon’s change in humor Zeus quickly changed the subject to not make Poseidon sad and worse, not want to spend time with him anymore.

“That’s fine, you can play with them here if you prefer. But they might be happier in a bigger pool.” He adds.

Poseidon is intrigued by the thought. “Maybe I will have to bring them to the ocean. But I’m not ready yet.”

Zeus nods in understanding. “That’s okay. We can build them a bigger one if you’d like and you can add seashells and coral reefs too.”

Poseidon smiles softly at the suggestion.

“Yeah, that could be nice.”

…. Except the transition from being a King to being an older brother was harder than Zeus imagined. The week after he gave Poseidon his plushie, he started to fall into old patterns again.

“Poseidon, you should go back to your domains, your people await you and need your leadership.”

Poseidon bit his lip, enamored by a new sea shell he found on Earth, not looking at Zeus. He thought he would be more understanding. But it seemed like Zeus couldn’t see past responsibilities and powers.

“I-I’m not ready yet.” He almost pleaded.

Poseidon felt his chest tighten. The plush eagle Zeus had given him sat nearby, but it suddenly seemed like a distant token, a brief moment of understanding that had slipped away. He wanted to say more, to explain that it wasn’t just about the responsibilities.

It was the fact that Poseidon felt alone and uncomfortable and his people didn’t seem to like him for being an Olympian either. Although he tried to be nice.

The weight of the ocean and the expectations that came with it felt suffocating, something Zeus couldn’t seem to grasp.

“I just need more time,” Poseidon said softly. He felt small again like he was going back to a different time in his life where only darkness and fear once were. And Hades.

Poseidon looks back down on his seashell before Zeus sighs in frustration. He knows what’s coming his way. He knew Zeus couldn’t see him beyond a God or what he thought was the right thing to do.

“You are a strong Poseidon. I would have not given you the Seas if I didn’t believe in your capabilities.” He insists.

Poseidon listens but doesn’t respond. He simply wanks to sink into the ground.

“One day, you’re going to have to let go of your fear and learn how to lead. The water is an expansion of your divinity.”

Poseidon wanted to cry and scream. But he knew it was futile. The duties and responsibilities placed on him felt like chains to his freedom. He felt restrained into a role he didn’t choose. Instead, he waited for Zeus to leave the room and he grabbed the plushie and threw it across the room.

The young God stood frozen watching the plush on the floor and then he picked up again. Removing the dirt, he held it tightly.

He felt alone once more.

He lay down on the floor holding the stuffed animal as if it were his lifeline and cried.

He stayed like this for a long time before he heard footsteps. And a female voice calling his name. “Poseidon?”

He lifted his gaze and he saw his older sister watching him from the entrance of his temple.

Her presence calmed him down considerably. He didn’t feel as lonely. And without saying a word Hestia simply kneeled in front of him and held him in her arms. Poseidon felt his tears coming up again but he tried to hold them in.

He didn’t need to show her this side of him. It was humiliating enough with Zeus being there.

But he couldn’t stop the tears once they started to fall.

She wrapped her arms around him and let him cry. “It’s alright, you’re safe. I understand baby brother.” She whispered down to him. Rocking him like one does a frightened child.

He sobbed all the fear, isolation, and memories of the pain they shared while imprisoned in their Father’s stomach.

“You don’t have to go back if you’re not ready to.” She added. “It’s okay if you need more time.”

Poseidon’s sobs calmed down considerably. “I-I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

She rubbed a gentle hand on his back. “You’re not going to disappoint anyone, little brother. I promise. You simply need more time.”

Poseidon sniffles a little bit, still holding the plushie for comfort. “What if they truly hate me?” He asks looking up at her amber eyes. She smiles down at him. Hestia knows he’s talking about his subjects.

“They won’t hate you. They simply need time to adjust like you.” She reassures him. But Poseidon has doubts.

“But what if they see me as weak?”

“Then you'll show them otherwise,” she replied gently. “Leadership is not just about commanding authority; it’s about connecting with your people. Let them see your heart. Show them that you care about their needs and fears, just as you care about your own. That is true strength.”

He sighs but nods.

“You will be a good King to your people, Poseidon, do not doubt yourself. Simply be yourself and they’ll learn to love you for who you are.” She says gently kissing his temple.

Poseidon felt comforted. And stronger.

“Thank you. I want to be a King they can rely on. “And you will be,” she assured him.

Poseidon returned to the Seas a few days after his conversation with Hestia. And he did let the Hippocampi roam free in the ocean.

He also met one of the Nereids, Amphitrite.

He was struck by her kindness and understanding despite being so different from him.

Hestia did not miss the way Poseidon seemed a lot happier after he met her. Hera also sensed that something might be happening between the young immortals. Both sisters smiled at each other knowingly when they saw him coming back all flustered.

Young love was precious in Hestia’s eyes but to Hera, it brought back some painful memories of her own marriage but they were both happy for Poseidon.

Poseidon also met a dolphin God who was named Delphin who would become his lieutenant in a future unknown to them all yet.

Although Poseidon was making progress in his domains, he did not tell Zeus about anything, preferring to confide in Hestia or Hades. Even though Hades didn’t know all the details of what

Poseidon had been doing in his realm, he simply saw a newfound confidence in Poseidon when it came to his domain.

….

Poseidon and Zeus didn’t talk for weeks (in our realm) after the last incident. The little Sea God avoided him any time he tried to make a conversation.

Which frustrated the elder god quite a bit, to the point where one day he forced the conversation to happen. Without asking Hades for help.

“We need to talk about your duties, Poseidon.” He starts, his tone is firm, almost too firm for the young God.

Poseidon looks up to him angrily. “Had you been less blind you would realize that I have neglected my duties.” He snaps. “I’ve spent time building my kingdom for the last decade.”

Zeus tries to say something but he can’t find the right words.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

He was a bit hurt that he missed out on Poseidon’s progress.

Poseidon’s expression hardened, frustration etching lines on his face. “Because every time I tried, you brushed me off! You were so caught up in your own plans and expectations that you never bothered to ask what I was doing. I thought you didn’t care!”

Zeus shook his head, taken aback.

“That’s not true! I care, Poseidon. I’ve always cared. I just... assumed you were fine because you didn’t reach out. I didn’t know you were struggling with this.”

“Struggling?” Poseidon replied. “I’m not struggling! I’m learning. The Sea is not just a kingdom to control, it’s also my home and a part of me.”

Zeus looked down at him. “You could have told me you went back and met new people and started creating Atlantis.”

Poseidon sighed. “I didn’t know I needed your approval. It’s my domain I can do whatever I want.” He snarled defensively.

Zeus frowned, frustration mingling with hurt.

“It’s not about approval, Poseidon. It’s about sharing your progress with your family. I wanted to celebrate your achievements with you, not learn about them from someone else.”

Poseidon crossed his arms and huffed.

“Did Hades know?” Zeus finally asks.

Poseidon bit his lip. But then he thought that being honest would be better. He hesitated, and for a moment, Zeus could see the internal conflict playing out in his brother’s expression. It stung just a little that Poseidon had turned to Hades instead of him.

“Yes,” Poseidon admitted reluctantly. “But he didn’t push me to share anything. He just listened.”

His jealousy was showing a little bit. Zeus really did want to be the first one to know about their baby brother’s first steps into his new role as an Olympian. But he did realize that maybe he was holding him back.

Compared to Hades who seemingly let Poseidon roam freely. And then he would actually listen to his advice.

“I wish you had come to me instead,” Zeus finally said, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

Poseidon’s expression softened, uncertainty creeping in. “I… I didn’t think you’d be interested. You’re always so busy.”

Zeus watches the sadness creep into his dear baby brother’s eyes. He cannot stand to see him like this.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, little brother. You are important to me.” Poseidon looks up a little bit. Trying to find the lies behind Zeus' words. But his brother is sincere.

“Come here. Baby brother.” He says with open arms.

With a hesitant step, Poseidon moved closer, the distance between them shrinking. Zeus opened his arms even more, inviting Poseidon into a warm embrace. For a moment, Poseidon hesitated, but then he stepped forward, allowing himself to be enveloped in his brother's comforting presence.

As Zeus held him, Poseidon could feel the weight of the past few weeks begin to lift.

“I missed this,” Zeus murmured, resting his chin on Poseidon’s head. “I’ve missed you, my Little Storm."

“I… I missed you too, Big Brother.” Poseidon admitted, his voice muffled against Zeus’s shoulder. The warmth of the moment wrapped around him like a safety net, dispelling some of the bitterness that had built up inside him.

“I promise to do better, to be more present,” Zeus vowed as he pulled back to look into Poseidon’s eyes.

Poseidon nodded, his excitement slowly coming back. He leads Zeus towards his temple where he left his notebooks filled with the plans for Atlantis and his palace.

“Maybe I can show you what I’ve been working on… if you’re really interested.” He says shyly.

“I would love that,” Zeus replied, a genuine smile breaking across his face. “Tell me everything. I want to know your plans.”

Hades smiles behind them, hidden in the shadows.

Their little Poseidon was indeed not so small anymore and the thought made him a bit sad but he was also very proud of him. Just as Zeus was, behind his jealousy and paranoia of a possible riot. But he'll keep the peace for now.

….

Zeus’s efforts come to fruition after months. Poseidon finally spent time with him of his own accord. And it wasn’t rare to see him lounge in his brother’s temple anymore.

Hera was not happy about the arrangement at first, but she didn’t object to it outwardly because at least Poseidon could keep her husband from cheating on her.

And she had to admit that Poseidon’s presence brought joy back to Olympus.

Hades eventually returned to the Underworld because he liked his realm a lot and didn’t want to leave it behind so Poseidon would go between both brothers.

Zeus was sitting at his desk looking through the ungodly amount of scrolls he had to go through that Hades kindly left for him to deal with. When he heard soft footsteps from behind. And then he felt a warm weight sitting on his lap.

He didn’t have much time to adjust before the person cuddled close. And when he finally looked down. He saw Poseidon’s ruffled dark hair holding the eagle plushie he had given him.

The King of the Gods couldn’t help but smile. A relief from all the paperwork he had to do.

“Comfortable are we?” He asked in a gentle tone.

Poseidon merely nods into his chest. “Don’t feel good.” He replied, the sound muffled into his brother’s robes.

“Oh, what’s wrong baby brother?” He asks instinctively reaching to feel Poseidon’s forehead. Hades had told him that when Poseidon was sick he got a lot more affectionate and didn’t want to be alone at all.

Zeus rubs his hand gently on Poseidon’s warm forehead and down his hair. His baby brother’s normally playful demeanor was now subdued for a more quiet and cuddly one. Not that he minded, Zeus secretly adored the time he could spend with Poseidon like this. After so many eons wishing to have a closer relationship with his siblings.

“You have a fever little Storm. You need to rest.” He says as he adjusts their position so Poseidon can feel safe enough to fall asleep. The young God cuddles closer, an instinctive need for physical affection.

Zeus couldn’t help but smile down at him as he tried to not disturb the sleepy godling.

Poseidon tried to stay awake for a little bit, but eventually, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The elder God holds him tenderly, cherishing this silent moment of trust, and already makes a mental note to cancel the following councils to focus on taking care of Poseidon. Otherwise, Hades will come to smite him for not taking care of his little one. But he also enjoys staying like this.

Poseidon eventually awakens the next morning, cuddled between Hera and Zeus, confused about how he got there in the first place. He’s comfortable and so he decides to cuddle closer to Zeus’s chest and falls back asleep.

Part 1 of my Children of the Sea series!

Characters: Charybdis + Poseidon + Amphi at the end + Zeus and Hades

Summary :

Poseidon is the God with the most children. He loves them, he adores being a father. But sadly, a few of his little ones were taken away from him way too soon. He looks out to the chaotic current, sighing sadly. Every child he lost was a pain he had trouble conquering. Whether said child had been a monster, a demigod, or an immortal. They all held a place in the Sea God’s heart. “I miss you, my daughter.” He whispered into the current, hoping that one day, she might be able to feel the love he still held for her after all these years. “I’m so sorry my little one. Forgive me.” Every child he sired, he loved deeply, no matter what species they were. Demi-God, Immortal or Monster, Poseidon adores his children.

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Poseidon could be seen looking out from Atlantis Palace to the whirlpool surrounding the area. Amphitrite looked at her husband watching the giant whirlpool surrounding their area. Too far from sight for a mortal but easily attainable for a God. She knew what happened but she allowed him the space to grieve even though they now had two children of their own, and Poseidon had found happiness. The Queen of the Sea knows how much Poseidon adored the children he sired. Every single one of them, even if some he got to spend more time with than others.

Poseidon is the God with the most children. He loves them, he adores being a father. But sadly, a few of his little ones were taken away from him way too soon.

He looks out to the chaotic current, sighing sadly.

Every child he lost was a pain he had trouble conquering. Whether said child had been a monster, a demigod, or an immortal. They all held a place in the Sea God’s heart.

“I miss you, my daughter.” He whispered into the current, hoping that one day, she might be able to feel the love he still held for her after all these years. “I’m so sorry my little one. Forgive me.”

He left the balcony and went to the nest he shared with Amphitrite. As he laid down to sleep he tried to think of happier times, when she was still small.

“Lord Poseidon, the child has been born, a giantess.” said one of the servants. They barely got time to finish their sentence that he was on his feet in an instant, his heart pounding in anticipation.

He was finally going to meet his child.

After so many years alone in the Sea, he finally was able to start building his own little family.

Gaea had given birth on an island not far away from the now Sicily. Poseidon traveled fast, crossing the seas with ease until he finally reached his destination. When he entered the small house, Gaea had already left, her part of the deal completed, leaving him alone with his very first creation.

The Sea God walked slowly towards the crib made of pure marble stone. He steadied himself as he placed a hand on the crib and bent down to take a look at his little one. Poseidon took a breath as he watched her. She was definitely a unique creature. She wasn’t a goddess but a giantess.

The Sea God smiled down at the small little one he held in his strong arms. His first little one. A baby girl. With golden blond hair and tan skin. And his deep Sea Green eyes he was known for.

“Hello my little one,” he said quietly as he reached down tentatively to rub at the baby giant’s cheek gently. Her skin was smooth but tough to the touch. He then picked her up gently into his arms.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered down at her as he rocked her gently against his bare chest, physical touch was his love language, so he thought that maybe Charybdis would respond well to it too. And he got confirmation of that when she yawned sleepily before cuddling closer to him.

Poseidon couldn’t help but smile as her small hands reached out to him unconsciously. He adjusted his position so he made sure her little head was safely cradled in the crook of his arm.

He was completely enamored by her. He didn’t know why but he felt like she was the most precious thing in the world at this moment and he would do anything for her.

Gaea had allowed him to choose her name, considering he would be the one to raise and take care of her primarily. Poseidon had thought long about it before he met her, and he found a name that felt right.

Embodying both the Earth and the Sea.

“Charybdis.” He whispered and the baby stirred slightly at the name. She opened her eyes finally and Poseidon almost gasped as he saw that she had his eyes. A deep Sea green.

She gave him a gummy smile and tried to grab his hand, her grip was strong for a newborn. He chuckled softly. His heart was full of love already and he had met her a few minutes ago.

“My little one.” He said softly as he kissed her warm little forehead. “Let’s go Home now, where I’ll take care of you.”

He turned, carrying her close to his heart, as he descended back into the Sea. This time he wasn’t alone anymore, he had his daughter with him.

Poseidon lived in the Mediterranean Sea then, in a secluded part, filled with beautiful underwater caves and bright flora. He hadn’t made a Palace yet, preferring the comfort of an abalone shell-like home. Big enough for him and his little girl, along with his counselors and servants.

It was small for a being of his rank but he enjoyed a small confined space compared to the immensity of a palace. He had made her a room, but he preferred to have her close to him the first few weeks … years.

He would often wake up at night and check on her sleeping peacefully beside him in the bed. Smiling softly at the way her little chest would rise and fall in sync with her breathing.

He was determined to be a good parent.

Chabrydis grew into a beautiful toddler by God's standards. She was growing extremely fast, at around two years old in mortal terms, she was the size of a 9-year-old human child already.

Her small body has been replaced by a strong, almost rough appearance, but her features are soft and contrast with her physical strength.

He made sure she had lots of toys, her favorite ones being small marble figurines representing different sea animals and mermaids. He made them for her, and he was always happy to play with her whenever she asked.

Poseidon was over the moon with her, so much so that the Seas became a lot quieter since he brought Charybdis home. Before then, Poseidon had been known as a dangerous figure to both humans and other beings alike. Tempestuous and angry all the time. Whereas now, he smiled a lot more, he was happier and more patient.

She didn’t know how to properly speak yet, but one day as they were playing together after Poseidon finished one of the most boring meetings of his life he needed a bit of fun himself. So he went home to find his little one quietly playing with her hippocampi figurines. He smiled at the sight. She was so sweet even when she had her tantrums. He had trouble resisting her cuteness.

He crossed the room silently and sat down next to her. She did not acknowledge his presence yet though, too enamored in her little world. He ran a gentle hand over her soft hair he had put in pigtails this morning. “Are you having fun with your hippocampus Chacha?”

The toddler responded using intelligible words while making her hippocampus fly in the air. Which the Sea God took as a yes. He chuckled softly as she made a scene with them, and then handed one of the figurines to him which he took gratefully.

“Thank you little one. Do you want me to show you how the hippocampi swim?” She nodded and giggled softly as he made big movements with the hippocampus figurine in hand adding horses he made using the water around them which caught Charybdis’s attention.

The Sea God relished most of his baby daughter’s happiness, her laughter was like balm to his being. He could not get enough of it. Now they were playing in the gardens he had made in front of their home and they played games once again.

Poseidon tried to be as present as he could with her, sometimes pushing meetings when she was napping so he would not miss out on any time spent with her. Poseidon made it a point to play with her at least once a day even when he was tired or a bit more angry because of Zeus.

Now they were playing hide and seek and Charybdis didn’t stay hidden for long because she couldn’t stop giggling once she heard Poseidon coming.

Poseidon tickled Charybdis's belly gently, and as she giggled she called him something that would change him forever.

“Tατᾰ!” she giggled up at him and he smiled in return.

Τατᾰ. Daddy in ancient Greek.

He paused, his fingers still resting gently on her soft belly as her laughter filled the air. Poseidon’s heart stopped for a second as he processed the word. He had heard a lot of words as a god during his lifetime, prayers, pleas, commands, insults. But this was different, even though he did see this little giantess as his child, he never imagined he would feel such a deep bond with her.

He had once ruled the seas with fury, his wrath capable of shaking the world, but now, in quiet moments like these, all that power felt insignificant compared to the joy of being a father.

Poseidon pulled her into his arms and cuddled her.

“I’m your Τατᾰ, my little one.” He kissed her little forehead and cheeks, making her giggle in his arms. He held onto her for a long time, content to finally feel like he had found a path to not become like his father.

“You are my little one and I’m your Τατᾰ.” He said while holding her close.

…..

Poseidon adored being a Dad, he really did. But some days he wondered if he made the right choice in raising a giant child. He didn’t really think through the specific development stages in them before choosing to have her.

He didn’t think much of it when he saw Charybdis eating on the coral trees he planted, nor on the toys he made for her. It did not appear weird to him until she started to bite him.

He had been doing her hair like he usually did, and he went to find a little seahorse clip to put in her hair that he had set on the table beside her. When he felt small teeth latching onto his forearm.

He stopped in his tracks when he felt the small teeth into his forearm. The giantess giggled softly at him after she removed her little teeth.

“Charybdis, we don’t bite people, little one.” He gently reprimanded her, he knew she meant no harm, but her teeth started growing in sharp and pointy. He inspected them gently and she did start to grow into them, which might have triggered such a reaction.

He thought she would outgrow it but she didn’t per se and sometimes would bite onto something as a soothing gesture so he got her a special teething toy…made out of marble so she couldn't break it easily.

…..

Poseidon had waited a few decades before formally introducing Charybdis to his Olympian family. Mostly because he wasn’t sure how they would react considering that she wasn’t a goddess but a giant.

He feared that they wouldn’t understand. But he also loved her so much that he wanted to show her off to everyone. Or at least to his closest brothers Zeus and Hades. Most of his siblings seem to at least put up with his creation, smiling gently at the little girl when he would bring her to Olympus. Hestia had been supportive. But the rest were mostly polite enough to smile at her but not interact as if there was something wrong with her.

Poseidon carried her on his hip, her little hands gripped his tunic as he made his way onto Olympus to meet with his family once more. Charybdis wore an adorable blue dress and Poseidon had done her hair in tiny little pigtails.

They’ll love her, Poseidon thought quietly.

The little girl tugged as she saw the shiny infrastructure around Mount Olympus, it was a completely different world for her and Poseidon was more than happy to show her around.

“Tατᾰ! Who is this?” she says as she points out to Zeus looking angry as he usually does.

Poseidon chuckled at the sight of his brother. “That’s your uncle Uncle Zeus, he can be a bit of a meanie sometimes, but I have to put up with him anyways.” He whispered.

Charybdis giggled into her hand as Poseidon walked towards his brother. Zeus raised an eyebrow at the sight of the monstrous child his little brother was proudly carrying into his arms.

“Poseidon, what is that?” Zeus asked, making a face at the sight of a giantess. Of all the creations Poseidon could have come up with, it had to be a monster.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes, trying to hide the hurt. He knew there would be skepticism after everything that happened with the Titans, but still.

“That is my daughter. Charybdis.” He responded, his tone harsh but proud of his creation, his first child. His baby.

“A giantess? With Gaea of all people.” Zeus was worried about a possible uprising against the Gods. But Poseidon didn’t care much, all he wanted was a little one to call his own, and Charybdis fit this perfectly. Monster or not she was his.

His baby was his. No matter what she looked like.

Zeus was silent, still unconvinced. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Charybdis with a mixture of disgust. “Do you truly believe she won’t be a threat someday, Poseidon? Her mother is Gaea, and her blood is of the giants, not the Gods.”

Poseidon stepped closer, holding Charybdis protectively. “She is not a threat, Zeus. She is my daughter, and she is mine to protect. She’s just a child, and I will teach her our ways.”

Charybdis feeling Poseidon’s tension instinctively curled more into his embrace.

Hades had been quiet during the interaction, mostly observing the giantess child. She seemed sweet for now, not a threat to them by any means, but he also had some resistance. But he would keep an eye on Poseidon while still showing his support.

He also knew having raised the Sea God how stubborn he could be so it was no use to try and convince Poseidon that having a giantess child was a bad idea.

Hades always had a calming effect on Poseidon. He also had the younger god’s trust fully so he didn’t step back when the God of the Dead got closer to his daughter. “Hello, little one.” He says gently as he approaches the giant child. Charybdis looked at him with curious eyes, not talking because she didn’t feel comfortable doing so.

But Hades smiled at her, gently rubbing a finger on her soft baby cheek. “She’s beautiful Poseidon, she has your eyes.” He noted as the little girl watched him curiously.

“She does,” Poseidon said smiling as he rocked the little giant in his arms tenderly.

Zeus looked up from his place, arms crossed on his chest at their eldest brother’s comment and there he saw it too. The giantess did have their brother’s features mixed with her giant genes.

Watching the interaction, Hades understood quickly why Poseidon was so enamored with the child. He truly needed to nurture and care for a little one to heal himself from their own trauma.

Only time would tell if Poseidon succeeded in that. But Hades was hopeful that this little girl might be a beginning step for their baby brother, possibly going in the right direction. "You are a wonderful father Poseidon, never doubt it.”

“Thank you Hades,” Poseidon replied, grateful to have his favorite’s brother support through everything. “It means a lot to me.” He added pressing a gentle kiss to Charybdis’s head. The little one nuzzled his neck in response. Her pudgy hands clutched to him.

The words settled into the air between them, a quiet reassurance. Poseidon looked up at his brother, his sea-green eyes momentarily clouded with emotion. Hades wasn’t one to offer such praise lightly, especially when it came to matters as personal as this. And for Poseidon, hearing it from Hades, his eldest brother whom he looked up to the most, meant more than words could express.

Zeus rolled his eyes as Hades gave Poseidon some reassurance. Of course, Hades would be supportive despite Poseidon’s decision possibly putting their kind and family at risk.

He wasn’t just upset with Poseidon’s decision, he was upset with the quiet alliance he felt forming between Poseidon and Hades—one that seemed to ignore his concerns, leaving him isolated in his disapproval. In Zeus’s mind, it wasn’t just about a child’s safety. It was about control, about the balance of power within their family. And right now, he felt like he was losing it.

"I suppose we'll see how this plays out, won’t we?" Zeus finally said, his voice laced with bitter sarcasm as he turned away, already stewing in his anger. He wasn’t finished, not by a long shot.

Hades looked back at him and gave him a nod and a look that said they would be talking more about this at a better time. Not when their baby brother is so happy.

After Poseidon and Charybdis left Olympus, Hades found Zeus sitting on his throne sulking. Like he does when he feels threatened or questioned on his authority.

"I know what you think brother," Hades said. "But, we’ll let him be for now. He hasn’t been this happy in eons. “We’ll have to deal with Gaea differently.”

Zeus clenched his fists but listened. The King of the Gods turned towards him. “His instability will bring us all to our knees. He needs to learn that he cannot always have what he desires most whenever he has a temper tantrum.”

Hades sighed.

“It’s more than a temper tantrum and you know it.”He said firmly. Always ready to defend his baby brother.

The younger God pursues his lips. “It might be. But you’re indulging him in a fantasy that does not exist. He is not thinking properly. He might betray us for this thing…after he destroys everything on his way.” Zeus was referring to Poeidon’s volatile temper when he was angry or sad or anything other than happy.

“Indulging him?” He asks. “I’m letting him enjoy something healthy for once, a chance to have a connection with somebody else other than us.”

Zeus heaves a small laugh and Hades sends him a glare. “He could have found a wife at this point. Not a monstrous child.”

“He’s not just a toy in your game against everyone Zeus. Poseidon is completely alone after spending centuries with everyone. Don’t you think the transition wouldn’t put him into an unstable state of mind?”

The King of the Gods rubs a hand on his temple. “I already gave him multiple choices Hades. He chose the Sea, and I allowed it. He wanted to build a Palace there, and I allowed it. He stayed on Olympus long enough for Athena and Ares to grow and succeed at their duties.”

The God of the dead sighs once more. Why did Zeus think he could control their family like this was beyond him. But he let him continue.

“And now, He wants to create a monster and possibly create an army of them and you want me to sit here and let him because he deserves such lenience ?”

Hades narrowed his eyes. “Not leniency Zeus, simply understanding that Poseidon is grown enough to be able to make his own choices without you trying to control him.”

Zeus crossed his arms.

“Then we’ll see how this will play out. But if he does make an army out of giants, I will stop him.” He says as he stands from his throne, thunder echoes behind him. Hades stands there.

He doesn’t want to choose between his brothers even if his heart lies in Poseidon’s hands because he raised him, he won’t stand in the way of yet another petty argument. He has his duties to attend to. The eldest God believes that Poseidon merely wants to be a father, the one he never got the chance to have. But to Zeus, it feels like the ultimate betrayal for Olympus. Having a child born from the same species they had to fight before.

Hades sighed softly but he hoped that Zeus was wrong and that Charybdis would bring their brother the joy he desperately needed without hurting him in the process. He had to trust his baby brother.

….

Charybdis lived a happy childhood with her father in their quiet home. Except things took a turn and not for the best. For the next few decades, Poseidon and Zeus had been at each other’s throats over many different issues. The biggest one centered mostly around the fact that Zeus wanted to have some access to Poseidon’s domains, which of course the Sea God not so politely declined. Zeus argued that Poseidon needed somebody to help him control his domains which did not sit well with the Sea God.

Their eldest brother had been busy with his problems and after the third time they both pestered him about it, Hades had decided to let them handle it on their own. “If the two of you insist on acting like overgrown children, then I’ll let you handle matters into your own hands.” He had told them.

“Your domains stretch too far from Poseidon. We had an agreement.” Zeus said. “If you cannot handle your emotions I will step in, you need guidance little brother.”

Poseidon breathed harshly, trying his best to remain calm, his daughter was behind him watching silently. She knew better than to interfere when he was in one of these moods. She had witnessed many times when he came home and slammed the doors to his rooms harshly, leaving no room for her to ask what happened to make him so infuriated.

“The Sea is mine Zeus, you control the sky. I do not need guidance. I expect freedom. ” He whispered, getting closer and closer to Zeus. His fists closed and a storm was forming itself behind them.

Charybdis looked around trying to find a way to calm them, to alleviate the tension. She hates seeing her Tατᾰ angry. She misses the way he used to smile when she was younger, now he’s always angry. She shifts uncomfortably as the tension continues to build in the sky and sea creating a vortex of wind and thunder.

She knows that he won’t like it, but she has to make it stop.

“Tατᾰ…please.” She tries to reason with him, but he doesn’t turn.

“Stay out of this Charybdis.” He responded to her plea, his tone harsh and unforgiving. The young giantess tried to get closer, but the winds Poseidon created from the storm started to lay in between them. As if she couldn’t reach him anymore.

“But Tατᾰ-” She tries once more. And Poseidon dismisses her attempt once more.

“I said not now.”

Zeus studied their interaction. “See Poseidon your daughter is scared of you now You’re losing control brother.”Which made Poseidon even more angry and earned Zeus a fist in the face.

Charybdis breathed hitherto she couldn’t stand this anymore, she had to find a way to help. Then she looked down at her feet, they were standing on the beach, then her gaze landed on the tides coming and leaving. She concentrated on them, and as she moved towards the beach, Poseidon and Zeus continued to fight, the waves got bigger and the sky turned into a dark color, lightning touched the waves but Charybdis knew she had to intervene.

Once she’s close enough to the water, she feels a gentle pull coming from her fingertips, just like Poseidon had shown her but then she guides the waves into her mouth. She took a deep breath swallowing huge quantities of water and then she went over the area of the winds her father had put between them and pushed out the water in the shape of a huge wave.

Poseidon felt it coming over him so he could escape it but Zeus didn’t.

“I knew you would turn against us.” He said watching Charybdis behind Poseidon as he wiped the water away from his face, his suit now soaking wet. “This thing does not belong in Olympus.”

“You’re right brother, she doesn’t. She belongs with me.” He said cutting off Zeus before he could speak once more. “Now let us be.” He said turning his back to Zeus as he made his way towards his daughter. Charybdis’s heart pounded in her chest at the way the King of the Gods looked at her as if she was a mere ant he wanted to remove off the face of the planet. But she felt safe with Poseidon.

Zeus stepped back, shocked at Poseidon’s defiance and lack of respect.

‘You’ve sealed your fate Poseidon. You’ve made your choice clear, and I’ll make sure you pay the price for it.” Zeus warns before he finally vanishes.

Charybdis lets out a deep breath. Finally relieved of his overwhelming presence. But then she’s met with the disapproving gaze of her father. She braced herself for what was about to come.

“You disobeyed me Charybdis, Zeus is dangerous, he could have hurt you.”

The young giantess looks up to him, “I’m sorry Tατᾰ. I-I tried to help you.”

Poseidon’s demeanor softened when he saw her lip starting to tremble slightly. “I know you did. But next time, you have to be careful.”

Charybdis nods, she doesn’t want to see him upset at her now. She wants Poseidon to be happy and proud of her.

“We’ll start training now that my brother wants to take my domains, I’ll make sure we’re ready for the next round. If he wants a war then, we’ll give it to him.”

She smiled sadly, not really understanding what this meant for her. But she was happy to see Poseidon smiling again. They headed back home where she slept more peacefully, but in the back of her mind lingered on Zeus’s words. They tormented her dreams. But she was too ashamed to go to Poseidon for help. She felt too old to go to him when she needed to.

She lay in bed like this for a few more hours before closing her eyes and thinking about her training for the next day. She will be strong enough to defeat Zeus so Tατᾰ will be happy again.

…

The training she endured bore its fruits quickly. The now almost-grown Giantess had been swallowing more and more lands under her Τατᾰ’s command. They would start early in the morning and end very late at night. Not leaving enough time for Charybdis to have fun anymore.

But she happily would oblige and whenever they stumbled upon a strategic area, Charybdis would swallow the land and turn it into Sea.

The duo had been unstoppable. Poseidon relished the screams of his brother’s allies and the fear in the mortals' eyes for a long time. They took strategic areas, like villages, ports, and islands where the land would be too fertile.

Infuriating Zeus in the process, Mankind knew only storms and thunder during these times. The entire Mediterranean Sea had been taken as a new front line for the Gods. Until it expanded towards the Strait of Messina.

“Τατᾰ,” Charybdis said one day, looking up at her father as he studied a map of the Mediterranean. “There’s another stretch of land just beyond the strait of Messina. It would make a perfect addition to your domain.” Her voice was filled with both eagerness and pride, thrilled to contribute to her father’s war, despite not fully understanding the danger that was coming her way.

Poseidon gave her a soft smile. “Then you shall go to Charybdis. Be swift. Leave no trace of land. I’ll wait for you here while you take back what is mine.”

She bit her lip, not leaving his side like he had expected her to moments ago.

The young Giantess looked down sadly, not wanting to show her true emotions. But admittedly, the last decades spent with him had been rough. A far cry from the love she used to feel for him when she was young. Now she felt as if she was mostly a means to an end. She misses the times when he would play with her and hold her.

Charybdis had been put to use as Poseidon’s new weapon. But sometimes it felt like he forgot she was his daughter first. She lingered at the table long enough for Poseidon to tear his eyes off the map and look at her curiously.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way?” He asked his tone harsher than what he had intended. The teenage giant shook her head but she avoided his gaze. Charybdis had started to question if Poseidon really saw her as his child or as a tool for something greater than her.

If he did truly care for her. Or if it was just a way to get what he needed out of her.

“I-I…Can we play after I’m done?” She asks silently, playing with the edge of the table, her head bowed down. “I don’t see you anymore.” She adds, her lower lip trembling slightly.

Poseidon didn’t respond right away. He looked at the map, and then back at the small giant at his side. He lets out a heavy sigh but gives in to her silent request.

“Yes, we’ll play after you are done with your duties.” He responded while he brushed his hand down the back of her long blond hair. Charybdis unconsciously leaned into the touch.

“Thank you Τατᾰ.” She says finally looking up at him, trying to not show her tears.

I wish you would hold me more. Charybdis thought as she started making her leave quietly.

Charybdis sighed one last time before heading to the area where her last breath would be taken.

….

Poseidon waited patiently for her to come back home but she never did. After night started to fall in on the Sea, he started to feel that something might have been wrong with his child. “Charybdis!” He called out. But he got no response.

As he couldn’t find her within the area he assigned her to, he went to the shore, but still nothing. He spent a few hours searching for her, he was getting more and more frantic as his worst nightmare started to come true. Until Poseidon felt the currents changing while back into the Sea. They were getting more violent. Turning upon themselves.

He swam in the direction of the currents until he found a giant whirlpool. Poseidon stopped breathing for a second when he felt her essence. “No,” he whispered before going inside the eye of the whirlpool. The water pressure pulled him down.

As he swam closer he saw her. She wasn’t the beautiful giantess he had raised, but now a monster. She now had huge teeth, a slimy mouth, and giant eyes clouded with sadness. Poseidon’s heart sank as he swam closer to her, trying to reassure her that he was here, that she wasn’t alone.

Charybdis let out a mournful sound, her voice distorted by the unnaturalness of her form, but he recognized it. She was calling him. The currents pulled him down even more, desperate for his comfort. The Sea God moved toward her slowly, his movements cautious but filled with desperation.

"My little one, I’m here," he whispered, reaching out to touch her, or what was left of her. Poseidon felt desperation sink in. He didn’t know what to do. How to remove the curse. But one thing he knew for sure, was that Zeus had been the one to cause her such pain.

He always despised her since the day he met her but now his daughter had served in a terrible war that she should have never been a part of in the first place.

The monster sadly didn’t recognize him, so he went out of the eye of the whirlpool. At the surface, he tried to pet her teeth, for her to feel safe, to know that he wouldn’t give up on her. Poseidon held her for what seemed like an eternity, fighting against the currents. He would not give up. No matter how monstrous she looked, she was still his little girl. His Charybdis. His daughter.

And as the sea raged around them, Poseidon whispered again, his voice full of unwavering love."I will never stop loving you, my little one. Never." He promised her as tears started to form in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.” Those were the last words he told her before he realized that she would never come back.

…

Poseidon stirred in his sleep, silent tears waking him from his slumber. Charybdis haunted his memories during certain periods.

On this night, he couldn’t fall asleep because the pain of losing her was too much to bear. So he quietly left their bed and he headed back to the balcony one last time. He had to check on her. But as he walked towards the balcony, he didn’t hear the currents and the wind surrounding Charybdis’s whirlpool.

Thoughts went wild in his mind, he kept thinking of ways to bring her back, how he would send guards to find her as soon as dawn came again. But then he felt something or rather someone bite him.

The Sea God quickly turned, his pain momentarily forgotten as he stared into a familiar figure.

“Charybdis?”

He looked around where it had been mere hours ago, rubbing his eyes to try and check if he was indeed awake. But, still, the sea was abnormally quiet, with no currents. Only the full moon’s rays were shining down onto the underwater city of Atlantis and sea creatures swam peacefully.

For a brief moment, he wondered what he would do if she did vanish after all this time if it meant that she had found peace. If she truly turned into a mindless monster and forgot about him. Maybe it was for the best since he was the one responsible for her death.

He closes his eyes once then twice but it's still not there. That was the last remains of his firstborn child. He can't let her go. Just as tears start to fall from his eyes one last time. "Τατᾰ" He feels gentle teeth nipping at his arms and he turns fast.

Then she appeared before him, not in the same form he saw her for the last time, but more monstrous yet delicate. Charybdis smiles at him softly, her sharp teeth reminiscent of the curse wrongfully placed upon her. But Poseidon doesn’t care, and she has no time to speak before he pulls her into an embrace.

“I’m so sorry, Charybdis. I-” he doesn’t finish his sentence before she cuts him off by biting his arm playfully again. She giggles softly, her eyes full of love and adoration for him, despite what happened. The sensation is comforting to him.

“I missed you holding me Τατᾰ!” She giggles into his chest as if the pain she felt then had been erased when the curse was removed.

Poseidon is too stunned to understand what’s happening so he pulls her back looking her up and down and touching her face to see if she’s real. "How? I thought I’d lost you.”

She merely shrugs. “I don’t know, but we can play now!” Charybdis says excitedly. Poseidon chuckles at her antics and pulls her back into a cuddle. “I love you my little one.” He says kissing the top of her head. Charybdis responds in kind by snuggling closer without biting this time.

They stay like this for a long time. And eventually, Charybdis falls asleep in his arms. Poseidon knows he’ll have some explaining to do to Amphi the next day, but he also knows she will be understanding of Charybdis and accept her within their growing family.

“Now Zeus, tell me who’s the one indulging him?” Hades points out as both elder Gods watched Poseidon finally sleep peacefully holding his monstrous daughter in his arms. Blissfully unaware of their presence.

Zeus shot Hades a harsh glance but he knew he was right. “I merely did it to keep the peace. This monstrosity has no place within our realms.” He added nodding at Charybdis nipping at Poseidon’s arm in her sleep.

Hades sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It would take a long time for Zeus to see past his paranoia. But there was some progress.

“He does come to the councils now and has an Heir to the throne like you wanted. He’s stable Zeus, allow him the freedom he deserves.”

Zeus didn’t respond. He merely stared at them in semi-disgust and left. Hades rolled his eyes. At least Poseidon was happy and not as destructive as he used to be. Surely Zeus would come around eventually.

And he did. When years down the line he recognized Tyson’s help in battle, even though he was yet another one of his brother’s monstrous children.

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This was inspired by a piece of artwork I saw on here, it really made me want to explore Poseidon's relationship with his daughter Charybdis. SO I guess this is both like PJO and Epic Fandom lol... You can read it however you fee!

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Amphitrite/Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Amphitrite & Kymopoleia (Percy Jackson), Amphitrite & Percy Jackson & Poseidon & Triton Characters: Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Triton (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Kymopoleia (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Amphitrite has nesting cycle or moods, She needs to baby someone, or something, But it can also be a bit different, Poseidon loves cuddles, Soft Poseidon, Percy Jackson is So Done, Triton is amused, Kymopoleia is sick, Light Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Amphitrite is a good mother, she loves everyone so much, Possessive Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Possessive Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Sick Kymopoleia, Undersea Family | Amphitrite & Percy Jackson & Poseidon & Triton as Family, Good Parent Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Protective Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Protective Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Animal Instincts, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, For Percy, He's okay now!, Post-The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson), Posting when inspiration strikes Summary:

Sally and Amphi hehe

New chapter in my a/b/o verse!

Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Amphitrite/Sally Jackson/Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Amphitrite/Poseidon (Percy Jackson) Characters: Amphitrite (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Kymopoleia (Percy Jackson), Triton (Percy Jackson), Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Rhode (Percy Jackson), Benthesikyme (Percy Jackson), Zeus (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Poseidon, Alpha Amphitrite, Omega Kymopoleia, Alpha Triton, seafam, Fluff and Angst, Amphitrite is not a good alpha at first, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Manipulative Kronos (Percy Jackson), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Poseidon is hurt, Hurt Amphitrite, Child Kymopoleia, Good Parent Poseidon, Good Parent Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), to come, Good Step Mom Sally Jackson, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alpha Hades (Percy Jackson), Alpha Zeus (Percy Jackson) Summary:

Amphitrite was Poseidon's loving alpha and the Mother of their four children. Everything was good and well until she started to change one day and became more and more unpredictable.

One day, she hurts Poseidon, and their little family and Kingdom start to crumble. Poseidon is insoluble and tries to find help in Olympus to save Amphitrite.

Sally becomes the mother of now five children most of whom are Gods. There are many good changes until Poseidon has to go to a random checkup with Apollo and someone from the past comes back. And it changes everything once more.