WARNING: smut hehe

Treasure this update cuz I don't think I'll be able to update until after the 19th (I have too many exams coming up) 😭

PERCY FELT LIKE SHE WAS stuck between a rock and a hard place. If it hadn't been for the Curse of Achilles, she was pretty sure Beelzebub would've shattered her shoulders by now. She wished he would let her go though, because Apollo looked ready to burst into an inferno and she didn't want to get caught up in that.

"Lord of the Flies," Apollo addressed him coldly. His demeanor had turned a complete 180. He was all charming smiles and waxing poetry about her during their (forced) date, but now his cold fury was starting to remind her of Poseidon.

He hadn't looked this dangerous when he was dealing with the satyrs.

"You are interrupting our date." Apollo told him.

Beelzebub's eyes traveled over the strong threads of gold that bound Percy. "This doesn't look like a date to me. Let her go."

Rather than obeying, Apollo asked, "Why are you here?"

She could feel Beelzebub's grip on her shoulders tighten. "I am her primary caregiver when her father isn't around. Now release her."

Apollo's face fell into disbelief. "Why in the Three Realms would Lord Poseidon have you take care of his precious daughter?"

"That's easy. He actually trusts me," he replied bluntly before the threat returned to his voice. "I won't repeat myself again, Apollo. Release her."

The pink haired god smiled tightly. "...Not to worry. I was just about to."

The golden threads slipped away from her and receded back to Apollo's gauntlets. Finally, she was able to move. She stretched her limbs out with a sigh of relief. Beelzebub offered his hand to her and she took it. He helped her to stand beside him, but he didn't let her go.

"Has anyone ever told you you're like a puppy? I ought to leash you," he told her.

His words would've made her laugh, but there was something brewing in his blood-red eyes that made her falter. His eyes smoldered as he stared at her, like he really meant his words.

He turned back to Apollo, "Be grateful that I won't report this to Lord Poseidon. Now leave us, Apollo."

Apollo's eyes were practically burning holes into their interlocked hands. With gritted teeth, he flashed Beelzebub one last glare before teleporting away.

The second he was gone, it was as if all of Beelzebub's patience snapped.

Before she could get a word in, Percy suddenly found herself slammed against the nearest column. She could feel the stone crack against her back as Beelzebub pressed her in harder.

"You just can't follow orders, can you?" Beelzebub hissed, grabbing her by the jaw. His nails had turned to claws. She could feel them digging into her skin, trying fruitlessly to pierce through. "I told you to stay with me at-all-times."

"You-"

"-Do you understand how much danger you could've been in?" He demanded. "Apollo is not a god to be trifled with. And you went on a date with him? Do you know what happens to the people Apollo falls in love with?!"

His glare was maddening. He held her tight and forced images into her head; a young Spartan prince turning into a bed of hyacinths, a terrified nymph's last cry before she turned into a tree, a priestess being violated by a Greek warrior. He showed her the brutality of what it meant to be loved by Apollo.

It's for your own good, he thought as he glared at her horrified face. His numerous experiments on all kinds of beings helped him learn one thing: pain and fear were the only ways for people to truly learn.

Apollo was notorious for bringing tragedy to everyone he fell for. It didn't matter if they reciprocated his feelings or not; once he wanted them, there was nothing anyone can do to save them. Their fate was set.

She was already in too much danger.

Loki was trying to find a way to kill her. And as for him... While his situation was quite similar to Apollo's, he at least cared enough to put his heart under lock and key. Meanwhile, Apollo had the tendency to give his heart away to the first pretty face he could find, not even caring if it meant the downfall of the one he supposedly 'loves'.

If he had to make her fear Apollo to keep her safe, then he would happily terrorize her as much as he needed to.

When the visions finished, Percy felt disoriented and breathless. She nearly collapsed had she not been pinned by him.

Beelzebub brought his face closer to hers. "Do not act so foolishly again, do you understand me? I will NOT let you turn into another flower for his graveyard!"

"Get-off!" She struck his chest.

The hit was hard enough to send him back, but she lurched forward and slammed him into the column behind him. But it wasn't the force of her hands that sent him back. He knew from his tests that she was too physically weak to send a god flying back. It was something else. Almost like telekinesis, but instead it was coming from within. Something inside his body made him move back. 

Before he could try to figure out what just happened, Percy quickly had him pinned against the column. Their positions were now switched.

She glared at him and Beelzebub could finally see a hint of Poseidon in her. But while Poseidon's wrath was as cold as the Arctic, Percy's was more like a volcano finally erupting. "You left me, Beelzebub! So don't you dare get angry at me when you were the one who walked off!"

There was a violent flash of thunder and suddenly, rain was falling over them. She had created a storm in her rage, but she hardly cared now.

She had to raise her voice to be heard over the sound of pouring rain, harsh winds, and booming thunder. "And I didn't want to go on a date with Apollo, he kidnapped me after torturing a bunch of satyrs! You think I wanted to be tied up?!"

The winds picked up. Beelzebub could feel the rain harshly stinging his face as she grew angrier. A hurricane was beginning to form, and they were at the very center of it.

"Percy! Percy! PERCY!" He shouted over the storm.

"I am so SICK of this, gods dammit!" She shrieked, and she wasn't just talking about him anymore. "My dad's taking control over my life, you're constantly monitoring me, I can't even LEAVE my own damn house, I just wanted ONE day of peace where I can do my own thing, but you fucking gods are driving me crazy!"

Beelzebub watched as she raged on. He had seen reactions like this so many times before in his test subjects; they would lash out like this whenever he pushed them to the brink. He had never cared before but now that he was witnessing the same reaction coming from her... well, it left a sour taste on his tongue and he didn't like it.

Wordlessly, he pulled her to him and held her tight as the storm raged on above them. She stiffened in his hold, but all he did was slide down to the ground and continued to hold her.

She struggled against him, but he held on tight as the skies roared in anger.

He was pretty sure this was the first time he ever comforted someone. Back when Lilith and his friends were alive, he was the one that always needed comfort. He remembered the way they would hold him and how he would sink into their warmth.

Now, it was his turn to do the comforting. It was his turn to lend his warmth to someone. But the problem with that was that he no longer had any warmth to give. Percy had been his warmth but now it was all sapped away.

"I shouldn't have done that," he murmured, his voice barely audible due to the storm. "I'm sorry, Percy."

For a while, she didn't speak. But when she finally did, she spoke with a bitterness he had never heard from her before. "...No matter the universe, you gods always need to take something from me. My safety, my privacy, my life."

Despite all the information he knew about her, Percy rarely ever spoke about her personal life back in her universe. She spoke about her gods from time to time, but only about what they were like and never what they were like towards her. The bitterness in her voice made it obvious that not all of them were kind to her.

"Your father loves you," he reminded her.

He could feel her nod against his chest. "He does," she agreed softly. "But it's not normal, Beelzebub. He doesn't let me breathe anymore. I thought maybe things would calm down when you started working under him, but he's got you breathing down my neck too."

As much as he tried, Beelzebub truly couldn't understand why this was hurting her so much. To him, Percy had it all. She had a family that loved her to the ends of the world; her aunts and grandmother liked her, Zeus adored her, Hades doted on her relentlessly, Adamas was soft on her, and Poseidon... Poseidon loved her. It showed in the way he kept her within the safety of their palace, the way his eyes tracked her every move, the way he protected her viciously. He had never seen a love so consuming.

But rather than embracing it, Percy acted as if she was a caged animal.

"What was your father like back in your universe?" He asked curiously.

"He's... kind," she said, but she sounded hesitant. Like she couldn't say anymore because she didn't know him that well. "He cares about me and my mom."

He waited for her to say more about him, but that was it. It bothered him how little she could say about her own father. It painted a picture in his head that he didn't like.

"Do you want to go back home?" He asked.

She knew he wasn't talking about her home in Atlantis.

"I... I don't know," she admitted, closing her eyes in shame.

If he had a heart, it would've leapt out of his chest. There was a part of her that wanted to stay?

(He hated the familiar glimmer of hope that sparked within him.)

Percy looked up. "The storm's cleared."

He glanced up. The skies were still grey, but it was no longer storming.

"Come on." He helped her stand up. It was then that he realized that he was the only one soaked. Percy was perfectly dry.

"I'm sorry for all of that," she mumbled.

He shook his head. "No, you needn't apologize for anything. I was the one that made this happen. I'm sorry, Percy. I shouldn't have hurt you like that. I was... worried when I realized that you were missing, and I lashed out when I saw that you were with Apollo. I let my emotions get the best of me."

She gave him a weary look. "You don't seem to like Apollo that much."

"Apollo brings tragedy to everyone he falls for," he replied, unable to hide the edge in his voice. "It's something we both have in common, but while I try my best to prevent it, Apollo never learns his lesson."

Percy looked like she wanted to ask about that last part, but he wasn't ready to talk about... condition yet.

"We should head back to Helheim," he said. "Before your father gets there and finds out we're gone."

She grimaced.

"And Percy..." He added. "I can't do anything about your father, but... I can take you to Valhalla more often."

She snapped her head towards him. "Really?"

He nodded silently.

A tentative smile appeared on her face. "Thanks, Beel."

He didn't respond. He wordlessly grabbed her hand and teleported them back to the bifrost, trying to ignore the warmth that spread across his body at the sight of her smile.

Here I am, giving my heart away again, he thought to himself bitterly. I'm no better than Apollo.

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Percy suppressed the urge to shudder when she felt her father's hands trail over her skin. For every piece of skin his hands would trail over, a string of pearls would appear. Soon enough, she was dressed head-to-toe in silky sea foam and pearls.

Poseidon's hands didn't draw away even after he was done. Instead, they rested on her shoulders, his thumbs making soothing circular motions. She met his gaze on the full-body mirror. The intensity in his gaze made her cheeks flush with an unknown emotion.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, a gentle smile forming on his face-a rare expression that was only reserved for his daughter. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss on her bare shoulder, relishing in the way goosebumps rose on her skin.

She beamed at the compliment. "You think so?"

He hummed in agreement, pulling away to gaze back at her through the mirror. "Absolutely perfect. Pearls suit you nicely."

Percy was all grins as she looked back at herself in the large mirror. Back in her universe, the closest thing she ever got to pearls were the fake ones she used to get in Forever 21 back when she was still in middle school. Now here she was, decked out in the real thing and it hadn't cost her a dime.

"Thank you, daddy," she chirped, admiring the pearl choker she adorned and the unbelievably soft feel of the seafoam. Her father already taught her how to make clothes out of water and seafoam months ago, but the material she could make was nowhere as good as his.

He hummed pleasantly, pecking her on the cheek before he pulled her away. "I think this will be all. Do you feel ready to go now?"

The mention of where they needed to go made her smile nearly fall. She gulped inaudibly. "Do we really have to go?"

"Zeus invited us, and as much as I'd rather have you stay at home, my presence is expected by my mother and I do not like the thought of being separated from you," he admitted shamelessly. "So we shall go together."

"Why is he hosting this party anyway? Shouldn't it be Uncle Hades?" She couldn't help but ask.

A few days ago they had been invited to a 'divorce party' (Zeus' words, not hers) to celebrate Hades' freshly official divorce. She hadn't stepped foot back in Hades' palace after... that incident, and the thought of going back to where it all happened made her extremely anxious.

"Zeus will use any excuse to have a party," Poseidon scowled at the thought of his irresponsible little brother. But then he saw the troubled look on her face and frowned. "What is the matter, daughter?"

"Erm, nothing," she lied. "I'm ready now. Let's get going."

He scanned her expression for a while, before finally nodding his head in acceptance. Then, he took her hand and teleported them to Helheim.

They arrived straight to Hades' palace-the ballroom more specifically. Hades wasn't the type to host large parties, so this was probably the busiest it had ever been. There were tons of gods mingling around while lampads served them and fancy music played in the background. Despite the party being Zeus' idea, it was a pretty tame one. Though she doubted her father would've brought her along if it was as rowdy as the previous party she accidentally attended.

She saw the rest of the Kronides spread around the ballroom. Hera was with her husband, trying to stop him from dancing on a table. Hestia seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with Hades and Rhea while his children surrounded them. Even Adamas was there, though his face was covered by a helmet that resembled the head of a fly-Beelzebub's creation no doubt. Demeter was drinking a glass of wine, laughing joyously with other gods.

And then she spotted Persephone.

Persephone was the happiest anyone had ever seen her. She was quite literally frolicking around the ballroom, colorful flower petals shedding from her hair and drifting down to the floor. The sight of it made Percy recoil; she knew they weren't the same aphrodisiacs as before, but she didn't think she could ever look at flowers the same way again.

Her father began to tug her over to where Rhea, Hestia, and Hades were-the only three people he probably tolerated in this whole realm-before she suddenly spoke up, "Daddy, I'm gonna go get a drink."

"I will go with you," he decided.

"No, it's okay!" She reassured, trying fruitlessly to slip her hand out of his hand.

"Stop trying to leave my side. I do not wish to part from you," he told her bluntly, only tightening his grip on her hand.

She stared at him incredulously. Did he seriously just say that out loud without an ounce of shame? Didn't he realize how weird he sounded? She glanced around nervously to see if anyone overheard, but thankfully they were too busy talking to each other.

"It'll be quick, I promise! I'm just gonna grab a drink." She said.

He narrowed his eyes before finally relenting. "Fine. But no alcohol."

She smiled and nodded. Once they parted ways, she headed straight for the table of refreshments. She would've gone to one of the lampads, but she doubted the drinks they were offering were non-alcoholic.

There were a few gods standing around the table, but the one that caught her attention was-

"Oh." The goddess said as she approached. "I know you. You're that Percy kid my dad's so obsessed with."

Percy hadn't been expecting a conversation, so she was kinda caught off guard. "Huh?"

"I'm Hel." She introduced herself.

Her appearance reminded her of Melinoe's, but while Melinoe's body was half white and half black, Hel's body was half alive and half dead. One half of her body was blue and looked like a decaying corpse. One eye was milky white, half of her teeth looked blackened rotten, and her hair was black.

The other half-the part of her that was alive-was flesh colored with fair skin. One eye was violet, her teeth were straight and white, and her hair was an oddly familiar shade of green...

"Oh my gods," it clicked in Percy's head immediately. "You're Loki's daughter." 

She nodded her head. "Yup." Despite her terrifying appearance, she sounded no different from a teenage girl stuck in a boring math class.

"Uh... it's nice to meet you?" She tried to smile, but she remembered what Hel just said. "Wait, what'd you say about your dad?"

"My dad's, like, super obsessed with you," she casually replied.

Percy prayed she misheard her. "Huh?"

"Yeah it's kinda weird. Sometimes my mom lets me stay over at dad's place, and the last time I was there, he just kept muttering about you and making weird drawings. I recognized your face from it."

"And... why are you telling me this?"

She shrugged. "I just thought it was important to tell you since the last time my dad got this obsessed with someone, it didn't end well for that guy."

Her stomach sank. "Who was it?"

And then she said the dreaded name she hoped she wouldn't hear: "Baldur."

Percy immediately set her drink down. She had heard enough.

"Thanks for telling me this," she told Hel, who only hummed nonchalantly in response. Quickly, she whirled around, ready to just spend the rest of the party by her father's side, but she hadn't noticed the lampad who seemed to have materialized right in front of her.

She knocked right into the Underworld nymph, her platter of drinks spilling all over the both of them. She gasped, face flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh gods, I-I am so sorry," she stammered, feeling the gazes of multiple party goers now on them.

"My lady, it was my fault," the lampad bowed her head, looking just as flustered as she was. With a wave of her hand, the spilled drinks disappeared from view, but their dresses were still soaked with wine. "Please, let me take you somewhere more private to fix yourself up."

"No, it's okay, I can just-" she was about to tell her that she could just dry herself off with her powers, but the lampad suddenly had an iron grip around her wrist and was dragging her off to a nearby hallway.

They stopped once they reached a door.

"You can clean yourself up in here, my lady," she said.

"Um. Okay, thanks." She felt like all of this was a little unnecessary, but she stepped into the bathroom anyway.

Effortlessly, she controlled the wine that stained her clothes to leave the fabric. It levitated in the air for a few moments before she drained it down the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded; the stain was gone and she was good to go. Easy peasy. There was really no need for her to get dragged all the way into some bathroom.

She began to open the door, "Um, I'm done! Thanks for that-"

She froze.

The lampad was gone. Not only that, but so was the whole hallway she was just using moments ago. Now, she was in a whole other area, much larger than the ballroom. The second she left the bathroom, the door disappeared behind her.

Warily, she began to look around. She had never been here before. Tall walls of onyx and obsidian surrounded her with very few torchlights to provide light. She looked to the front of the room and paused.

On the wall was a massive golden framed portrait of Hades surrounded by Adamas, Poseidon, and Zeus.

And sitting underneath that portrait was Hades.

She immediately stiffened.

He smiled widely when he saw. "Percy!" He greeted her joyfully. "I've been waiting for you."

"Uncle," she returned with a nervous smile. Her eyes darted around for an escape route, but she couldn't find any doors.

"Come. It's been a while since we've last seen each other. I missed your company," he said, motioning her forward.

She swallowed thickly. "I should really go back to the party."

As if expecting that response, his lips curled up into a knowing smirk. "Are you sure? But I have something you might want back."

He lifted up his hand and held his pointer finger out. A piece of very familiar fabric dangled in the air.

Her eyes shot open in alarm. It was her underwear. The very same one that Hades had ripped apart when they were-

"Give that back!" She squawked in embarrassment, sprinting forward and trying to snatch it away from him.

He let out a hearty laugh and wrapped an arm around her waist, swiftly pulling her onto his lap as he held her underwear at arms length.

"Apologies, my dear. I didn't intend to tease you, but I couldn't help it," he chuckled. "You have no need for this anymore. I ripped it during that... night of passion we had."

Before she could snatch it, it disappeared in a poof of black smoke.

It was then that she realized what sort of position they were in. She was on his lap. Again. Her mind traveled back to that night and she could feel her whole body heat up.

"I-I need to go," she tried to scramble off, but he held on to her waist and repositioned themselves so she would sit on his thigh, her back now pressed to his chest.

"Your eagerness to leave makes me think you've been trying to avoid me this whole time," Hades simpered. "Is that true, Percy?"

"Um... no?"

She could feel his chuckle reverberate from his chest.

"How hurtful," he crooned. "You didn't miss me at all? Didn't even think about your dear old uncle?"

He hugged her from behind, but his hands were roaming her body. She breathed in shakily when they traveled the expanse of her chest before going down to her bare stomach.

"Because I thought about you every day," he purred into her ear. His body practically enveloped hers. "And do you want to know what I would do whenever I thought of you?"

She felt herself start to tremble as they drew closer to the waistline of her skirt. The worst part was that she couldn't tell if she was shaking from fear or excitement. The arm that was pressed against his chest now gripped the front of his shirt desperately.

"Every day I would stroke my cock as I thought about you," he whispered into her ear. "I couldn't help myself. I was addicted to you. Even during the divorce proceedings, I was too distracted to focus. All I could think about was when I could finally have you all-to-my-self," as he punctuated the last few words, his legs moved to part her own, leaving her spread out on his lap.

"And now here you are," he finished with a pleased smile.

Percy held on to his shoulder. "Uncle, wait..."

"I have waited long enough," there was a dark edge to his voice that left her shuddering. He hiked her skirt up, leaving her exposed to him. He stared down at her body with a hungry gaze.

"How cute," he cooed. "You're wearing lace just for me?"

His fingers began prodding her mound, making her inch back in a futile attempt to get away. He rubbed her through her underwear, but she was already getting wet after the first few strokes.

"Your body is more honest than you, little one," he noted in amusement. "Come now, won't you say something? I want to hear your sweet voice."

Percy could do nothing but whimper as he stroked her faster. Her arm that was gripping his shoulder tightened its grasp as she buried her face against his chest, desperate to hide her burning face.

They weren't being drugged by aphrodisiacs this time! So how could this be happening again? How could she have let this happen again?

She tried in vain to squeeze her legs together in a poor attempt to hide herself from him, but he slid his arm from under her leg and grabbed the meat of her thigh. With one swift pull, he managed to spread her legs even further apart.

"Now, now," he scolded her. "Silly girl, did you really think that would work?"

He added more pressure and she finally let out a startled squeal. He laughed, and prodded her some more. It was like he was trying to finger her through her underwear.

"Uncle, no more," she pleaded, breathlessly. Her nails were practically digging into his skin at this point.

"You're just so tense, sweet girl," he cooed. His voice was like fine silk. Hearing him speak so close against her ears made her body burn all over. "Why don't you let your uncle help you, hmmm?"

"N-no," she tried to shake her head, tried to sit up and force herself out of his lap but he bent her to his will. With a single push, his finger went straight into her pussy, still clad in underwear. Her spine arched and she nearly screamed. "Uncle-!"

"You're too cute when you try to fight against your own needs," he chuckled, rubbing her from the inside. "But don't worry~ Your dear uncle will take good care of you."

She could feel the silky fabric of her underwear now rubbing against her inner walls. Her toes curled at the white-blinding pleasure that coursed through her. Wrong, wrong, wrong! All of this is wrong! Her mind screamed at her to see reason, to remember what was right, but all that was drowned out by the sound of her moans when Hades's finger started to move faster.

He stared down at her from above and felt his mind go hazy with lust, as if he had been drugged once again. But he knew Persephone had nothing to do with it this time, this was just him and her now. He let out a low groan as his eyes roamed her face. Her expression was just too cute for him to resist-nose scrunched up, pretty pink lips parted ajar, and sea green eyes brimming with unshed tears. And the way she gasped and moaned from him... It was all too much for one god to handle!

"Uncle!" Her hips jerked again when she felt his silk-covered finger touch her clit.

"Looks like I found it~" He hummed in satisfaction. She grew even wetter as he continued to rub and prod that spot.

She threw her head back, practically sobbing for more. He cooed in sympathy and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. "Poor little girl, you need your uncle's help to get off, don't you? Can't do it on your own, hmm? Your fingers are just too small to reach all the good places," he dug in again, and she moaned out loud.

Just one finger was enough to drive her crazy. And he wasn't even fully in yet, her underwear restricted him from going any further. The poor thing must've really been stressed, he thought pityingly. He wanted to rip off the last barrier and show her what he could really do with his fingers, but that would be too much for him. He feared he would actually lose control and take her right on his throne-and he wanted to save that moment for a more special occasion.

A special occasion that would soon happen, he reminded himself smugly.

The throne room was full of wet squelches and breathy moans as he continued to finger her through her underwear. At this point, there was no use in wearing the thing anymore; they would be too soaked and stretched out for her now. Not that he cared. The thought of her walking around his palace with a leaking pussy and nothing to hide it only made his cock grow harder beneath his pants.

His other hand that he was using to hold her leg back moved to join its partner in stroking Percy. He expected her to try and squeeze her legs shut in another pointless act of disobedience, but she didn't. To his pleasure, rather than closing shut, she braced her leg onto the arm of his throne to keep herself spread for him.

Good girl, he noted with a smile. She's learning. He kissed the crown of her head as a show of appreciation for her good behavior.

He grabbed the front of her underwear and yanked it up, feeling her nearly jump from his lap as it pulled tightly against her soaked cunt. He dared to look down and sucked a breath when he saw the reddened lips of her pussy strained at the sides of her underwear. He could see her juices dripping down to his pant leg. The sight of her semi-exposed almost drove him crazy.

Against his better judgment, his other hand reached down and dared to touch the exposed skin. Percy whimpered, head thrown back as he rubbed the parts of her cunt that were left out in the air for anyone to see. He yanked at her underwear again and she let out another squeal.

"U-uncle, I can't-!" She begged, tears slipping down her eyes.

"Shh," he hushed her soothingly, kissing her head. "You're almost there, little one. You can do this."

He yanked once more, wiggling it around where he knew it would rub against the sensitive nub of her clit.

And then it finally happened. She cried out for him one more time and arched her back as she squirted right on his lap. He watched adoringly as she came undone, her juices spurting all over the place. As she tried to relax, he reached down and swiped her abused cunt, making sure to get as much of her cum as he could. Then, he licked his finger up, moaning in ecstasy.

"Mmmm," he moaned appreciatively. "Well done, Percy. You did so good."

She didn't respond, too breathless. She laid slump against his chest, breathing hard. Her legs were still spread open, so Hades spent the next few minutes rubbing circles on her thigh as he waited for her to recover.

Slowly, Percy came to. She quietly shut her legs, trying to ignore the sting she felt between them.

"...Why?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Hm?" Hades twiddled with her hair.

"Why did you...?" Her face burned just thinking of it.

"Ah," he smiled. "Well, isn't it obvious? I already told you. I drove myself crazy thinking about you since that night. I just couldn't help myself. Plus, you were so tense throughout the whole party, Percy. What kind of an uncle would I be if I didn't help my ailing niece relieve herself?"

"Besides," he continued, grabbing her cheek and angling her head up so she could look at him. "You didn't regret it."

He leaned down to kiss her. As if on instinct, her eyes closed and she allowed his tongue to slip through her mouth. She could feel herself get wet once more as he stroked her with his tongue. This kiss was messier than before, so when they parted ways, thin lines of drool were dribbling down both of their faces.

He swiped the saliva off her face with his thumb and stuck it into his mouth as if to savor their combined tastes.

"Well then," he grinned. "Shall we return to the party?"

It took her a while to register what he said but when she did, her heart nearly stopped. The party. Her father.

Hades snapped his fingers and suddenly she was standing in a familiar hallway. Hades was nowhere to be found.

She looked down at herself. Her legs still felt like jello, but Hades must have done something to fix up her appearance. Her hair was styled to perfection like before, her clothes were no longer in disarray, and even her whole body no longer felt burning hot.

But one thing stayed the same, and that was her slick-covered thighs. As she walked forward with unsteady steps, she could feel that her underwear was still soaked and that she was still... sensitive down there.

Did he seriously expect her to walk around like this?!

She closed her eyes in embarrassment. Damn you, Uncle...!

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Hades paused in mid-conversation, feeling a part of his consciousness return to him. Across from him, his mother and his siblings were quick to notice it.

"What were you doing that you needed to split your consciousness again?" Rhea shook her head. "You know I do not like it when you work yourself too hard, son."

"Don't worry, mother. There was an important thing I needed to do, but I've finished," he smiled charmingly. His eyes turned to Poseidon, whose glaring eyes scanned the ballroom for a certain someone.

"Poseidon?"

"You should've had that server executed," he practically spat, his icy glare now turned to him. "How dare she embarrass my daughter like that. And to handle her so roughly too..."

Hestia sighed. "It was an accident, brother."

Now it was her turn to get glared at. Hades quickly stepped in.

"I'll make sure she's disciplined accordingly," he lied. There was no way he was going to punish a servant who had done exactly as he had asked her to. It was thanks to her that he was able to have that sweet, delectable moment with his niece after all.

"Percilla is still not back," Poseidon fumed. "I'm going to go look for her."

He rose from his seat, but Hades quickly brought a hand up.

"Wait a moment, brother."

"What?" He hissed.

"Poseidon," Rhea warned. "Watch your tone."

Poseidon's eye twitched and he rounded on Rhea, but Hades grabbed his arm and cleared his throat. "Brother, I'd like to speak with you. Privately, please."

Both Rhea and Hestia looked at him curiously.

"Whatever you want can wait. I need to find my daughter," Poseidon said in a clipped tone.

"I assure you, she's just fine. But there is something of utmost importance that I must ask you." Hades said seriously.

Poseidon looked about ready to yank his arm away and storm out, but Rhea and Hestia quickly rose to their feet. They could tell that Hades was serious about whatever he wanted to talk about.

"Poseidon, you speak with Hades," Hestia told him. "We will go look for Percy."

Fortunately, the blonde seemed to accept that and relented. As the goddesses left to go search for the younger girl, Hades grabbed his flute of champagne before leading Poseidon out to a balcony that overlooked Helheim.

"Well?" Poseidon demanded. "What is it?"

Hades took a sip of his drink for liquid courage.

I got this, he thought confidently, his lips curling up into a smirk.

"About your daughter's hand in marriage..." He started.

"Oh." Poseidon's face turned into a sneer. "You must have heard about what Apollo did then, have you?"

Hades blinked. That... wasn't quite where he was hoping to go with the conversation, but he decided to be curious. "Apollo?"

"Yes. That wretched vermin kidnapped my daughter and tried to force himself on her. After I saved her, he came to my palace the next day and had the gall to beg for forgiveness and for my daughter's hand in marriage. I should've flayed that boy for such impertinence, but Percilla asked me not to. Honestly... my daughter is too kind sometimes."

Hades was gripping his flute too hard that the glass was beginning to crack. Apollo had done what? He hadn't heard of this. In Ancient Greek traditions, a suitor required the approval of the woman's father if he wished to marry her. That was how he managed to marry Persephone since Zeus was more than happy to give her away.

But... there were other cases where a man would violate a woman instead. To avoid bringing shame to her and her family-especially if she fell pregnant-she would have no choice but to marry her rapist. It was what happened to Hera and numerous other goddesses.

To think Percy could've ended up like that too... As much as he cared for his nephew, Apollo was famous for bringing doom to his lovers. He would happily lock his nephew up in Tartarus if it meant keeping Percy safe from him.

"It's a good thing you stopped him just in time then," Hades nodded in approval. "Pity you couldn't punish him further."

"Yes," Poseidon's eyes darkened. "It truly is a pity."

"So," he went on. "About marrying Percy off-"

"-I don't plan to marry her off to anyone at all," Poseidon interrupted.

Hades nearly dropped his champagne. "Y-you don't?"

If he caught the uncharacteristic stammer, he didn't point it out. "No. My daughter shall marry me."

The glass flute slipped from his fingers. "Pardon?"

"My daughter shall marry me," he repeated. "I refuse to hand her over to anyone. Percilla is perfect in every way, nobody else deserves her but me."

"Brother," Hades began to frown in disapproval. "You should not marry someone out of simple lust-"

"Lust?" He scoffed, sounding greatly offended. "You think this is simple lust?"

Hades went still. "Poseidon... are you telling me that you're in love with your daughter?"

"Yes."

Hades felt his world go sideways. This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening. But he watched, in horrified silence, as Poseidon's expression actually turned soft. His eyes, a once merciless icy blue, now resembled the beauty of a glittering sea.

It was true. He genuinely loved Percy-in more ways than one.

"Brother," Poseidon turned to him, and gods-Hades couldn't believe this-his eyes were still glittering. "I... must thank you."

"...Thank me?" He barely uttered out.

He nodded. "Yes. When Percilla was born, I initially wanted nothing to do with her, but I knew I had no choice but to raise her. I fathered her heartlessly, but it was you who stuck around and made sure I cared for her well. You protected her from my rage and you taught me that I needed to act as a proper father for her and love her as my daughter. If it wasn't for your insistence-as annoying as it was-I might not have given Percy a chance. I would not have realized how wonderful of a child she is, and how lucky I am that the bifrost has blessed me with her." 

This was probably the most words he had ever heard his usually apathetic brother ever speak in one go and all Hades could feel was despair. Poseidon was in love for the first time ever and while Hades would've happily celebrated this never-before-seen occasion, he had to fall in love with Percy of all people-the very girl Hades wished to marry.

And now he couldn't.

In order to have a proper marriage, he needed the father's approval. There was no way he could ever have it now.

"Again, thank you, brother, for teaching me to love my daughter," Poseidon finally finished.

"Ahaha... hah..." Hades let out a weak laugh. "No need to thank me, Poseidon. Really... don't..."

"So what was this important question you wanted to ask me?" He said.

Hades quickly racked his brain for something to say. "I... wanted to ask... what you were planning to give Zeus for his upcoming birthday?"

Poseidon looked ready to kill him. "You brought me out here for this?"

"I was worried that Zeus could overhear us."

"This is a waste of my time."

"I just wanted to make sure we didn't end up getting him the same present." He smiled, trying to calm his nerves down.

His blue eyes flared. "A present?" He scoffed. "Zeus should be grateful I even bother to attend his stupid parties. As if I even want to celebrate the day of his wretched existence. The only reason I go to his shitty parties is because mother makes me."

"Right, right, of course..." Hades smiled feebly. "Thank you for following me out here, Poseidon. I, ah, must retire now..."

Poseidon merely raised a brow, but stepped aside so Hades could walk past him. Almost numbly, he returned to the ballroom where the party was still going. A lampad carrying a tray full of wine walked by, and he stopped them.

"I will be taking this, thank you," he mumbled, taking the whole tray from them. He walked to an empty table and started drowning himself in drinks.

This was going to be a long night.

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While Hades drowned himself in his sorrows, Apollo got busy with his latest painting.

Artemis stood at the doorway of one of his many art rooms, staring at him in concern.

She was doing one of her occasional visits to her brother's palace, only to be bombarded by his harem of now heartbroken nymphs. According to them, Apollo had been cooped up in one of the rooms of his palace and they were forbidden from entering and knocking on the door. So, being the good big sister she was, she went to check on him.

She hadn't been expecting this.

The room was full of newly finished artworks. Paintings of a very familiar face floated around the room, waiting to be framed. Marble busts of a beautiful girl with wavy hair stood on pedestals. Clay sculptures of her body stood at every corner of the room.

Every inch of the place was covered with masterpieces of Percilla, Poseidon's treasured daughter.

This was not good.

"Brother," she called out warily. "What... is this?" Artemis was almost too afraid to ask.

Apollo beamed. Finally, someone to talk about his new masterpieces with! Eagerly, he rose to his feet and shoved a painting at her face.

"This is a painting done in my perspective of the moment Percilla was about to step on my face," he sighed dreamily. He then showed her several more pieces. "And this is a painting of what the bottom of her shoe looks like."

She could do nothing but stare at her brother as he began to lovingly caress the dark strokes of Percy's shoe sole.

"...She stepped on your face?"

"Stomped on it," he corrected, a lovesick look on his face. "Several times in fact. It was wonderful. Especially the part where she kicked me."

"Why did she do all that?"

"Oh, I killed a bunch of satyrs that were about to rape her," he answered dismissively. "Apparently her father never warned her about them because she got angry at me for rescuing her! Can you believe that, sister? I was trying to do a good thing and she was upset with me! But alas, even in her rage she was beautiful...!"

He let out another dreamy sigh as he stared at the painting of her shoe, reminiscing the memory of her stepping on his face.

"And then I took her out on a date!" He lit up. "It was so romantic, sister, you should've seen it! The sun was out, the skies were blue, and the food was delicious! I had to tie her up with my threads, but I don't think she minded! She even let me feed her!"

Artemis couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're telling me you traumatized her, got beaten up, then you kidnapped her, tied her up, and forced her to go on a date with you?"

"Yes!" He said brightly. "It was amazing!"

Oh good gods, our uncle's going to kill him, she thought, fearing for her foolish brother's life.

"But then he came," he went on, his mood darkening. Outside, the sun seemed to dim to mimic his mood.

She paled. "Lord Poseidon?"

"No, not him," he waved a hand. "Beelzebub!" He spat. "He interrupted our date!"

He showed her another finished painting. It showed Percy sobbing as she held tightly onto Apollo who held her protectively against his chest. He had one arm thrust out, sending a beam of light into some ugly demonic beast which was probably supposed to be Beelzebub. Artemis doubted this scenario ever occurred.

But still... why was the Lord of the Flies there?

"Lord Poseidon appointed him as Percy's caregiver," Apollo mourned. "My poor beloved...! To be under the care of someone so hideous and callous! She must be so terrified every time she's around him! Oh, how could Lord Poseidon be so cruel to his own daughter? I must save her, Artemis, I must!"

"Apollo," she sighed. "The child does not saving. I assure you, she's perfectly fine. While I do not understand why the Devil was chosen to watch over her, I trust Lord Poseidon's judgment. Please, brother, leave her alone. She does not return your feelings."

But her brother was undeterred, "Perhaps not yet, but she clearly cares about me! She pleaded with her father to spare me the first time I took her!"

"Yes, and then she beat you up," she patiently reminded him.

"Yes, but that only means she likes me!" He grinned. "I killed a bunch of satyrs for her, satyrs that she claimed to care about! But rather than checking to make sure if they were okay, she went and attacked me. Me, Artemis. Me! She went to me first! She chose me over them! Therefore, she clearly likes me!"

Oh he's beyond hope, she despaired.

"If you say so, brother," she shifted uncomfortably. "Well, since I know you're alright, I shall leave you to your... artwork."

"I will see you another day, sister!" Apollo waved her goodbye as she scurried out of the room.

As she sped down the hallways of his palace, she pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Mother? We have a problem... And yes, it's Apollo again."

- author's note -

Yes Percy can manipulate blood in this fic, BUT CAN I JUST SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THAT FIRST??? I really thought bloodbender!percy was a canon thing!!!! ONLY TO FIND OUT IT WAS A FANON BELIEF 😭😭😭😭

I only read the earlier HOO books recently for my essie series and I never got to the later books, so I haven't read it in a loooong time. I vaguely remembered Percy torturing Akhlys in Tartarus so I assumed "oh yeah. Didn't Percy choke her with her own blood?" BUT IT WAS JUST HER POISON. APPARENTLY HE NEVER BLOODBENDED EVER AND JUST CONTROLLED POISON 💀💀💀

I'm dumb af, but it's whatever. I'm still gonna stick with bloodbender!Percy because why not.

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