I Think Arthur And Lancelot Would Have Been The Best Couple.

I think Arthur and Lancelot would have been the best couple.

Sue me, I love sad tragic couples.

Like, was having a threesome that hard?

We could have named you guys and Guinevere's ship name polyarmoury.

Poly ARMOURY.

DAMN IT YOU BITCHES.

Neptune is also a protective father. He is very protective, even if his son is the hero of Olympus and the savior of the world. In his eyes, Percy is such a kid who needs his daddy and his protection.

From the outside, it looks strange - Percy is sitting sweetly somewhere and drinking apple juice through a straw and Neptune is stroking his head with cooing.

some idiot who thinks that he is immortal: "He is already an adult and a hero of Olympus, such a manifestation of care is a little inappropriate." Neptune: *turns him into a small pool of blood* My Seusie, would you like some more tender fish and or juicy beef?

Neptune definitely sees the utter bs Zeus puts his kid through and goes haywire protective mode.

In his eyes, his child is super mentally fragile (especially if it's after of Tartarus.) And will snap at anyone unfamiliar in the immediate vicinity.

Neptune decides to chew out Poseidon and gives him migraines for the next three months.

Neptune gets a mug that says "best godly parent of the year". (Poseidon steals it lol)

"Do you think it'll stop one day?" Percy asked of him one day, breaking the comfortable silence they both basked in.

Poseidon tilted his head toward his child, raising his eyebrow as Percy laid down on the wooden floor of the dock.

"What, little one?" He questions the boy back, his tone curious and fond.

His son sighs softly, splashing around the water with his feet. He looks up at the lavender-toned dawn, stars shining across the heavens like a divine pattern on the fabric of the world.

"The suffering. The constant struggle for a losing battle where I can never win." The boy says, the reflection of the stars in his eyes, like a swirling galaxy of miracles and wonder.

Poseidon stills.

He slowly turns to his son and closes his eyes as he breaths out his words.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes.

"Don't be," Percy says back, his voice firm but soft. "It's not your fault, and neither it is mine. I'm not blaming you for loving me enough to make my existence a reality."

Poseidon opens his eyes, his gaze filled with sadness.

"Then what can I do?" Poseidon whispers desperately. "Whisk you away to be my side? Keep you chained to this land by immortalizing your body and destroying your soul? You wouldn't want any of that. I am a god and yet I can do nothing to aid you with your pain." He finishes, falling silent as angry waves crash upon the shore and stormy clouds cover the sky like curtains.

Percy glances at the crashing waves on the horizon, at the dark ocean that stretches to eternity and beyond.

"I don't know. And it's okay for you to not know either." Percy says calmly.

"Just be here for me until I won't be here at all."

And wait until comes forth the inevitable end.

Headcannon that the unusual OP children of the gods represent a rare natural phenomenon that happens in their domain.

Like Thalia being represented by a blue jet, an insanely powerful and very rare lightning strike.

Or Jason being a red sprite. (Which looks epic and diabolical as heck)

Oh, will? He's a fucking crepuscular ray, which is those stream of heavenly ass lights you see from between the clouds.

Percy is a goddam bloodfall.

It's when tiny non-crystalline nanospheres rich in iron, silica, calcium, aluminum, etc. Blood Falls seeps from the end of the Taylor Glacier into Lake Bonney. Scientists believe a buried saltwater reservoir is partly responsible for the discoloration, which is a form of reduced iron.

So basically oxidation.

(This absolutely wasn't me showing you guys my obsession with natural phenomenon.)

"Oh so I'm a bad parent?"

No. You're not. And that's what hurts the most.

Because I know that you're not.

I know you love me, I know you care about me, I know how much you suffer so I don't.

But sometimes, sometimes, I can't help thinking that you are.

You love me, but you hurt me just as much.

You hurt me, and I can't wonder but think you hate me.

You would burn down the world for me, yet you burn my heart with it.

I cry you know? Because I hate that I hate you for not loving me enough. I sleep at night wondering, if you love me, why do you hurt me?

And I hate you, because you make me hurt you too.

And I hate myself even more for it.

So please, if you love me, don't make me hate loving you.