Okay, two things I wanna say!

First off, go check out magiclover246 reading list!

And secondly...

Yeah lol. I spent the past few days adding some additional plot points to the outline for this story, and those additional plot points are basically stuff for the two new love interests! And so far, my new ideas are fitting pretty damn well!

So one of these new love interests that I'm adding right now is Anubis! Yaaaay, he's Percy's sixth yandere hehe

And as for the seventh one, I'm keeping him under wraps because I'm still unsure. So he's just a potential seventh love interest. If it goes well, I'll inform you who it is and if not, I'll tell you guys it didn't work out 😔

PERCY COULD FEEL A SHUDDER run down her spine. A shiver of what—pleasure? Disgust? She hated the fact that she could no longer tell, but before she could think about it further, another small gasp escaped her lips when she felt Poseidon's—her father's—lips trail down the bar expanse of her shoulder blade.

There was no point in trying to pretend to be asleep. He was a god, he probably automatically knew she was awake, or maybe he could hear the way her heart rate picked up with his super hearing or whatever. Gulping, Percy tried to casually sit up as if it was just another regular morning.

"Morning, daddy," she greeted him, bright and cheery as usual as she tried to push away her growing dread—and worse of all, her growing arousal. "Lemme just get ready for the day—"

She moved to get out of bed, but a familiar large hand clasped around her shoulder to keep her still. She was soon pressed into a broad chest, and she could feel her father hum against her back. He was in a good mood, but then again, he always was every morning. Mostly because he got to do this.

"Stay in bed with me," Poseidon's voice was like a soft croon, but she could sense the command in his words. Muscular arms wove around her from behind, practically caging her in.

This was too intimate. Like a lover's embrace, and not the kind of embrace a father should give his daughter. Percy squeezed her eyes shut as a warm feeling boiled within her. She quickly tried to squash it down.

"I should get ready for the day. Beelzebub likes to get started with lessons early every Monday," she said, plastering on a giant smile as if the thought of doing schoolwork with the Devil was such a joy. To be honest, she'd take that over this any day.

Ever since her debutante ball—and ever since the night prior that she didn't like to think about—Poseidon seemed to have decided to up the ante of his affection towards her. Especially in terms of showing it physically. There were no more brushes of skin contact, but blatant attempts of groping her or feeling her up in some way. Kisses were no longer somewhere between the lines of romantic and platonic—the man was straight up trying to give her hickies. Pulling her onto his lap had already been suggestive enough, but now it was like he was purposely trying to have her grind onto his painfully obvious boner.

Percy didn't know what to do anymore.

Her only saving grace was the fact that Beelzebub was here 24/7 during the weekdays, and every Friday she would be sent to his castle for 'checkups' and 'research', when in actuality the two were enjoying their time together down in Midgard (unless she did particularly poor on an exam). Beelzebub acted as a deterrent. He kept her busy with lessons, and as much as she hated the stupid essays and reports he kept assigning her, it was better than dealing with her dad.

(Better than having to come to terms with her growing feelings for her dad, more like.)

It's Monday, she reminded herself to stay strong. Beel's gonna be here soon. He's gonna be here and it'll all stop (for now).

But then her father spoke up and her heart plummeted:

"Ah, Beelzebub will no longer be acting as your caretaker," Poseidon replied smoothly, fingers toying with her messy hair. "He's decided to dedicate himself to full-time research on the Bifrost. Proteus will return as your teacher for academics while serving as your mentor for etiquette and politics."

The fake smile she had been wearing dropped. "What?" She pulled herself out of his arms and turned around to face him fully. "What do you mean Beelie—Beelzebub's no longer going to be my caretaker anymore? He's... He's not coming here today?"

"He is not coming ever," Poseidon corrected, and the pleased tone in his voice didn't go amiss by her. "No more weekly sessions with him on Fridays, either."

"Oh," was all she could say.

Her shoulders tensed, wanting to drop in defeat, but she knew she couldn't show too much disappointment. In the eyes of her father and everyone else, Beelzebub was supposed to be a detached presence in her life—just a caretaker and nothing more. They weren't supposed to be friends after all, not that either of them cared about that.

But now he wouldn't be coming here anymore. Not only that, apparently she wouldn't be going to him either. Her first thought would've been that Poseidon had something to do with this, but apparently this was Beelzebub's choice. It was just so sudden... no warning, no heads up, nothing. She immediately thought back to what happened on Friday. She knew that Beelzebub and Loki had fought. Did Loki say something to him?

"I see," she responded back to her father, swallowing the lump down her throat. "Then, I should get ready for Proteus' lessons then."

She tried to crawl out of bed, but he clicked his tongue and pulled her back in. "So eager to leave," he purred. "Are you that excited over having Proteus teach you?"

"I do love learning...!" She exclaimed, only to inwardly cringe at how fake that sounded.

He snorted, seeing through her lie. He knew very well that his dearest daughter was purposely trying to avoid his love—as she tended to do—but he was also very aware that she was enjoying it.

She just needs a push, he thought to himself as he nipped her neck, relishing in the way she inhaled sharply in response. And she'll be all mine, as it should be.

But he had to be patient. As much as he wanted to give her the final push she needed and catch her once she fell, he knew his daughter had a rather... delicate mind. A mind that had somehow been molded to follow mortal ideals and their useless beliefs. If he went too far, his poor little girl would break like most mortals would. He had to be patient, give her gentle nudges here and there, and guide her to the right path like any proper father would.

And so, instead of pushing her down to the bed, tearing her clothes off, and making love to her like he so desperately wanted to, he settled with leaving a trail of hot kisses down her skin. He was determined to leave his love marks over her perfect skin, but for some odd reason, it was quite hard for him. No. Not hard, but impossible.

He never kissed any of his lovers, choosing to bite them instead. He enjoyed sinking his fangs into their inferior skin, making them cry out as their blood spilled. He never showed any mercy in his coupling, fucking them brutally while tearing at their skin with his claws and fangs.

This was the first time he was ever gentle, but perhaps he was being too gentle? He didn't want to hurt his beloved pearl after all, but surely a mark or two should be showing up... and yet, her skin wasn't even red from his kissing and sucking. It was perfectly flawless, as if untouched...

But before he could mull over it further, Percy used his distracted state as a chance to get out of his embrace, rising from the bed. "I'm going to freshen up! I'll see you at the Great Hall, daddy!" And with that, she swam over to her large walk-in closet to hide.

The second she was inside the 'privacy' of her closet, she pulled out her phone and immediately started texting Beelzebub.

Yoooooooo
Ur not gonna be my babysitter anymore?? 🥺💔
Whyyyyyyyyyyyy

She waited for a second... and then another... and then another... and nothing. Now usually she wouldn't care if she didn't get an immediate response, she knew her friends had other lives and weren't on their phones 24/7, but Beelzebub was different. Not to call him a jobless loser or whatever, but 99.9% of the time, the god always replied less than five seconds after she sent him a text.

How weird... She thought, getting a little worried now.

She swiped at her phone and joined an old group chat that the Valkyries had created months ago. It consisted of her, the Valkyrie sisters, and Mnemosyne.

OPERATION: 👶🏻

Guys somethings up with Beel and now im getting worried 😥
He's no longer working for my dad anymore and hes not responding to my texts either

Mnemosyne:
And...... this is a problem why?

Idk i think Loki did something
That bitch kinda kidnapped me to Norway and it pissed beel off and they fought or something idk
He ripped his arm off lol

Thrud:
Oh that explains why loki's been drinking so much
Lmao that devil got his ass GOOD 😂

LMAO WHAT HES BEEN DRINKING????

Thrud:
YEAH WHAT A LOSER

Alvitr:
Did you take a video of the fight 👀

No :( beel teleported me away

Alvitr:
Ugh

Göll:
Hold on Loki kidnapped you AGAIN?!

Yeah he pretended to be beel and then took me to norway 💀
I only realized it wasn't him cuz he was acting sus afterwards

Brunhilde:
Wait, Norway?
This happened last Friday?

Ya

Brunhilde:
Percy, what exactly was that fight about?
A bunch of Nordic countries were DESTROYED last Friday

What?

Not even a second later, Brunhilde sent her a link to some Midgardian news page. It wasn't in some Nordic language, but thankfully the fancy phone her dad bought her came with an instantaneous translation feature that changed all the words to Ancient Greek.

The second she read the bolded headline, her heart stopped.

MILLIONS DEAD FROM SUDDEN CATASTROPHE IN NORWAY, SWEDEN, FINLAND, AND DENMARK, WITH MANY MORE MISSING.

Her phone buzzed again when Brunhilde sent her another link to another news article.

Brunhilde:
The same thing happened in New York too

Percy read both of the articles, her dread and shock mounting with every word. Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Denmark all seemed to have received a sudden onslaught of earthquakes, sinkholes, and fires so bad that people were actually melting. Not only that, but there was some mention about killer flies too? Authorities were speculating about a possible terror attack—the worst one ever seen in history—while conspiracy theorists and the overly religious were proclaiming it was the end of the world.

New York had suffered the same thing, but on a much smaller scale. Coney Island was the only place affected, but everyone there had died.

Her heart was racing in her chest. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK?!

She already knew it had something to do with Loki and Beelzebub's fight—that part was obvious. And she already had a sinking feeling that Beelzebub was the one responsible for all the destruction and mayhem—the forest had burst into flames when he arrived to rescue her after all.

She knew he was mad about her being kidnapped again, but this was too much.

What the absolute fuck had happened? Loki had kidnapped her. Beelzebub got pissed. He sent her away. The two fought and destroyed the lives of millions in the process. And then he just... decided to stop being her caretaker and avoid her?

...Could it be because of shame? Because he knew how horrified she would be if he learned of the people he killed and avoided her out of shame? No, that couldn't be it. Beelzebub didn't have any empathy for human lives and would just tell her to 'get over it' in that same soothing voice he always used on her whenever he committed atrocities.

Loki must have done something. She was certain of it now.

And she felt awful.

She had been tricked by Loki, deceived by his disguise of Beelzebub and let him take her away, and it led to the deaths of millions and for one of the only true friends she had in this universe to distance himself from her for whatever reason.

Her eyes stayed glued to the article, the bold headline now forever imprinted in her memory. Millions dead... millions dead... Oh Beelzebub, her face crumbled. Why did you have to do this...?

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For the next few weeks, Percy felt as if her mind was in a perpetual state of turmoil.

Her mom and friends were here and they were doing good without her, millions of people were dead, Beelzebub was gone, she wanted to punch Loki in the face, her father was getting more and more touchy, and she couldn't focus on her history homework right now.

All of it was giving her a headache, and it should've been impossible for her to get a headache under the sea.

Proteus watched on in concern as the princess continued to rub her temples. "Princess, is something the matter?"

"Sorry," she muttered. "I have a headache."

"A... what?" There was a look of polite confusion on his face.

She blinked at him stupidly before it clicked in her head. Right. Gods never get headaches. Of course.

"My head just hurts," she explained.

He was alarmed now. "Your head hurts? Were you hit somewhere? Attacked? I'll inform your father—"

"—No, no," she quickly stopped him. This conversation was making her headache worse now. "It's not that. It's, uh, a human thing. Don't worry. Can I just, er, take a break? A short nap? I'll feel better afterwards."

Though she doubted it. Headaches usually lasted the whole day unless she popped a painkiller or had some ambrosia or nectar. But maybe being underwater would help her heal faster?

Fortunately for her, Proteus nodded hastily and even escorted her to the bedroom, probably thinking this headache would make her collapse on the way or something.

She thanked Proteus and stepped into her room. Knowing him, he would probably alert her father about what had happened and he would come bursting in to fret over her—or worse, nap with her.

Quickly turning off the lights, she crawled into bed and hid herself under the covers, squeezing her eyes shut as she prayed for sleep to just take her already.

She didn't know how long it took for her to finally succumb, but her empty sleep was cut short by a faraway voice.

"Percy...? Percy?! Percy! Percy!"

She opened her eyes... and found herself in an airport about to board a plane. It was creepy, eerie, and empty, as if she had somehow found herself in one of those 'liminal space' aesthetics she'd seen on Pinterest.

This is a dream, she realized, the familiar sense of surrealism enveloping her. Now that she thought about it, it had been a very long time since she experienced a dream—demigod dreams and regular ones alike. But now wasn't the time to think about that. That same familiar voice kept calling out to her, sounding much clearer now.

"Percy! Percy!"

The airport scenery started to grow and grow, like watching a YouTube video of a painting process put on fast forward.

She looked around for the source of the voice, and they materialized before her eyes, right behind the security line.

Grover.

"Oh my gods!" She exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.

Grover, her best friend, decked out in hiking wear with his furry derriere out on display, looked like he was about to burst to tears at the sight of her, and honestly, she felt the same.

The empathy link! She realized. He actually managed to contact her through their empathy link even though she was in a whole other universe!

"Percy! Oh gods, I finally got you!" He cried out in earnest relief.

He hopped over the security lines to get to her. She tried to meet him halfway, ditching the random suitcase that appeared in her hand, but more people suddenly materialized, walking forward and shoving her back.

"Boarding now," the automatic voice called out from the speakers.

"Huh?!" She cried out. "Wha—? No! I don't wanna board!" She wasn't even allowed in the air anyway!

She tried surging forward, but it was like trying to walk through quicksand. A never ending wave of blank-faced people kept moving forward to board the plane, pushing her back. She doubted this many people could fit in one plane anyway.

Grover panicked when he realized he couldn't reach her. "Where are you? You have to tell me where you are!"

"I'm at—" She froze. Wait, how would she even explain the whole 'another universe' thing to him? There wouldn't be enough time to explain that! "Grover!" She tried to call out to him, but her voice could barely be heard. "—You have to—Bifrost—need the gods—okay?!"

"What?!" She heard him shout back.

The dream started to glitch, which was not normal at all. Both Percy and Grover stared at their surroundings in disbelief. The airport scenery was suddenly being deconstructed; people faded away and chunks of the wall fell away to reveal an eerie abyss. Behind Grover, everything was quickly falling down, getting dangerously close to where he stood.

"Grover!" She shouted in alarm.

Grover let out a stressed bleat before speeding towards her. He stretched his arm out for her as the floor disappeared underneath him. "Percy!"

But he fell, and Percy was immediately shaken awake.

She woke up with a startled gasp, barely registering that she was back in the real world.

"Percilla!" A voice called out to her, but it wasn't Grover this time, but her father. His large hands gripped her shoulders and when she looked up at him, there was an alarmed look in his usually stoic eyes.

"Wha—what's—" she panted, only now spotting another figure in her room, standing beside her father. It was another god, she could tell. He had long flowing lavender hair and a pair of dark grey wings at his back.

"There was a satyr in your dreams." Poseidon's words made her blood go cold.

She paled. "H... how did you...?"

"Morpheus informed me," Poseidon answered tensely. "What did that foul thing do to you? Are you harmed anywhere?"

"Morpheus...?" She whispered, her eyes trailing back to the winged god.

"I ordered him long ago to get rid of your dreams, so you would have a peaceful sleep," Poseidon replied impatiently. "And he just arrived to alert me that a satyr had managed to break through and take over your dream," he said through gritted teeth.

It finally clicked in her head. She remembered months ago, when her father nearly impaled her with his trident when he had been aiming for Loki, that she had experienced a nightmare that night—and that was the last dream she had ever experienced. Her father mentioned something about having Morpheus,* the god of dreams, deal with it... but she didn't think he would actually order a god to take away her dreams.

But as shocked as she was, now wasn't the time to think about that.

The worst sort of anxiety curled in her stomach when it dawned on her that Morpheus had seen her dream with Grover and had reported it to her father.

"Percilla!" Poseidon called out to her again, gripping her shoulder. "Did that thing hurt you?!"

"N-no," she stammered, trying to think how the hell she was going to explain this when Morpheus unhelpfully added his input:

"The satyr said, 'I finally got to you'. I believe he's been trying to get into her dreams for some time now, but was blocked off by me, my lord."

Green eyes darted to the second god in the room. Dude, shut up! She wanted to yell.

Poseidon's eyes were downright murderous when he glared at him. "And despite your efforts, he managed to break through and attempt to violate my daughter in her own dreams. Explain yourself. How did an insignificant pest manage to bypass your barrier and enter my daughter's dreams?"

Morpheus seemed to have shrunk a good few inches as he avoided Poseidon's icy blue eyes. He seemed to have taken a deep interest in Percy's floors.

"My lord, I-I know this will be hard to believe but the satyr felt... different. He felt more powerful than the typical satyr and something about him reminded me more of Lord Pan," he tried to explain.

Poseidon's face darkened. The icy fury in his face somehow managed to be worse than the time Apollo had kidnapped his daughter "Proteus."

The loyal servant materialized behind him. "My lord."

"Call up the Council and have every satyr rounded up." He ordered. "I want that thing found."

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Percy was freaking out about everything, Poseidon was freaking out over his daughter's safety, the satyrs were freaking out over their doom, and the whole Greek council was in chaos.

Hermes, who was usually always calm and collected, was currently having his gloved hand held by his mother, Maia. An act of comfort as he was forced to watch his son, Pan, be put on the metaphorical execution block. He had been proclaimed 'guilty' by the entire pantheon for aiding the satyr. No amount of pleas or begging could save him. Not even Apollo, who sensed the truth in his words, cared enough to bring it to light.

Aside from the Greek pantheon currently taking up the seats, the floor was full of trembling satyrs. Literally every satyr in the realm had been rounded up, but the amount of them was so big that there was a long line leading to the outside of the room and even the whole building itself. The ones stuck inside had it the worst, they were subjected to the venomous glares of every god and had to face Poseidon himself.

Despite being the supposed 'victim' in this 'court case', Percy was placed at a separate section of the room with Rhea who wanted to console her poor traumatized granddaughter (while ignoring her insistence that she was actually fine and did not approve of any of this). She couldn't formally speak and any defense or explanation she made had been ignored due to her age since she was 'too young to understand'.

Meanwhile, Poseidon was losing his shit.

The fact that the Fates had left their Temple to go see his daughter just a few weeks ago hadn't been lost on him. But things afterwards had been... fine. Calm. Peaceful. Good enough that he had let his guard down until today had happened.

A satyr had invaded his beloved daughter's dreams, and he had been none the wiser. If Morpheus hadn't come to him and alerted him on time, what would've happened to Percy in her sleep? Would the satyr have raped her? Killed her? Both?

The memory of the Fates whisking his daughter away on her debutante ball flashed through his mind. Their presence there was like a stark reminder of the fragility of his daughter.

He could not afford to take any risks. Any threat to his daughter must be exterminated.

"It's not this one my lord," Morpheus' voice drew him out of his paranoid thoughts. He had been brought along to point out which satyr had been the one to invade Percy's dreams, but Poseidon was getting more and more frustrated at the lack of progress. "Perhaps—"

"—Forget it!" Poseidon snapped. "I'm killing them all!"

"W-wait!" Dionysus rose up, ignoring Zeus who was hissing at him to sit back down. "Lord Uncle, killing them all is too far. We should—"

"—I do not have time to waste around trying to pick out one satyr from the thousands that dirty the realm," Poseidon glowered, summoning his trident and aiming the three points at the group of screaming satyrs. "A satyr invaded my daughter's dreams, so they all shall die."

"WAIT!" Percy shrieked, scrambling towards the center of the room, having successfully escaped Rhea's smothering hold. "Wait, wait, wait! Time out! Everyone just listen to me! Please!"

Poseidon lowered his trident, but didn't de-materialize it. "Percilla—"

"—Don't kill anyone!" She exclaimed, cutting him off. "The satyrs and Pan—they're all innocent!"

Zeus cleared his throat. "Ah, Percy, unfortunately, Pan has already been found guilty not only for assisting the satyr responsible for attempting to hurt you, but also trying to hide his identity."

Yeah because this is nothing but a sham trial, she inwardly scowled. There's nothing fair about this at all!

She shook her head, "But you guys didn't even try to confirm it! Apollo," she called out.

The pink haired god immediately straightened up upon hearing her say his name. "Yes, my beloved?" He beamed, ignoring the murderous look from several gods.

"Was Pan telling the truth when he said he had nothing to do with this?" She asked knowingly.

Apollo stilled for a second before gulping slightly and admitting in defeat, "Yes... he was being truthful." He said begrudgingly. "Pan has no involvement in this nor does he know the identity of the satyr."

"Yeah!" Pan spoke up bravely. "Plus, I'd never give a random satyr some of my powers!"

Apollo's eye twitched in annoyance, "That is also true."

"See?" Percy motioned to Apollo. "It's been confirmed! So you can't kill Pan!"

The gods murmured to themselves. Hermes started to look hopeful.

"Oh, alright..." Zeus moped. "I guess he can live."

"There is still the issue of the satyr," Poseidon pointed out sharply. "Though Pan's innocence has been proven, it is certain that a satyr has invaded your dreams, and so, they should all die."

That was the worst logic she had ever heard of, but before she could speak up on it, Hades cleared his throat.

"Poseidon, perhaps you should remove your daughter from the scene before you get to the execution," he suggested wisely. "This is not something a child should be exposed to."

"Wait, hold on," Percy was getting really tired of how kill-happy they all were. "Yes, a satyr was in my dream, but it wasn't like he was doing anything bad! He was just there!"

"Percy," Hades began gently. "Satyrs are known for their... sexual urges," he put in delicately. "What other reason would a satyr have to invade the dreams of a young and vulnerable girl?"

She was so sick of the constant generalization at this point. 'All humans are horrible and deserve to die, all satyrs are rapists and deserve to die, blah blah blah'. Sure she hadn't had a pleasant experience with the first satyrs she met here, but she wasn't stupid enough to believe that every single satyr in the universe were one of the same.

She was getting so stressed now that it was a miracle her entire head of hair didn't spontaneously turn grey. How the hell was she going to talk her way out of this? There was no way she could tell them the truth, and with Apollo in the room, she couldn't risk lying, and her mind was too scrambled to even think of a half-truth to say!

"He wasn't trying to hurt me," she insisted, turning to her father pleadingly. "Daddy, I swear on the River Sty—"

There were numerous cries of panic at her words, some gods even rising out of their thrones like they were about to tackle her to stop her from speaking, but Poseidon beat them to it. He was in front of her in a second, his large hand covering her mouth before she could even finish the sentence.

There were a few tense seconds of silence. At first, she had no idea what she had said wrong until she remembered how seriously the people here actually took a vow on the River Styx. From what Apollo told her, oaths sworn on the Styx happened very very VERY rarely due to how extremely serious it was.

"Percilla!" Rhea gasped, teleporting to their side. "By Chaos, child, are you trying to give us a—what do the mortals say?—a heart attack?!"

Hades and Zeus appeared next, both looking horrified.

"Who told you about that oath?" Hades asked in concern.

She tried very hard to avoid looking in Apollo's direction. Said god started to fearfully shrink in his throne.

Hades turned to his brother. "Poseidon, was it you?"

Poseidon didn't answer, his hand still covering her mouth while he stared at her intensely.

In a rare show of seriousness, Zeus frowned and chided her, "I don't know where you learned of that oath, Percilla, but you must never speak those words so loosely—"

Poseidon interrupted him, "—I need to have a word with my daughter."

The serious look on Zeus' face fell. "Huh? But I was still—"

Poseidon teleported themselves away before he could even finish.

He ended up taking her just a few halls down from the room, but she knew he had already enchanted the area to prevent any eavesdroppers. When she looked up at him, she already felt like a child getting ready for the scolding of a lifetime.

"Do you have any idea the amount of danger you could've put yourself in if I hadn't stopped you in time?" He asked her quietly.

"Um..." She gulped. "Well, uh..."

"An oath sworn on the River Styx is the most serious oath a god can swear," he continued, and she could hear the angry tremble in his voice. "Do you know why, Percilla?"

Another gulp. "Because... they can get in a lot of trouble if they break it?"

"An oath sworn on the River Styx is binding. A god failing to adhere to it is punished by having their godhood stripped away from them for nine years and banished to Midgard to live amongst the humans," he spat. "But if a mortal such as yourself were to break it? Instantaneous death, child! Your body and soul would be obliterated and you would be gone FOR GOOD!"

She flinched at his volume. "...Oh."

He grabbed her by the shoulders, and he probably would've crushed her bones if it hadn't been for the Curse of Achilles protecting her. "You must never swear on that oath, do you understand?! I do not even want to hear you say the word 'Styx', Percilla!"

She nodded, about to apologize again... until an idea came to mind.

"...Spare Pan and the satyrs, and I'll never swear on that oath ever again," she said, looking him in the eye.

He went still, staring at her intensely. "...What did you just say to me?"

There was a warning in his tone; he was giving her a chance to back down, but she refused to. She wasn't going to let a bunch of people suffer for something they didn't do.

"Spare Pan and the satyrs, and I'll never swear on that oath ever again," she repeated, more firmly this time. "If you don't, I'll say the oath right here, right now."

His grip on her tightened and the atmosphere around them became colder and more suffocating, but she stood her ground, never once looking away from him or blinking.

Finally, he slowly released her.

"...Fine," he relented.

Her shoulders relaxed.

The two of them walked back to the council hall where everyone waited tensely.

Poseidon's deadly glare was aimed at the satyrs, but through gritted teeth, he said, "Release them."

Pan didn't waste a second. The second he was given the green light, he snapped his fingers and he, along with the however many thousand satyrs, disappeared in a flash.

Zeus and Hades exchanged astonished looks with their mother while the other gods watched on, gobsmacked at the fact that Poseidon was sparing the satyrs without even giving the slightest bit of punishment. Not even a death threat. Just a glare and an order for them to be let go.

After that surprising turn of events, Zeus ordered the court dismissed and everyone was free to leave.

Before Hermes teleported away, he shot Percy a grateful look and even mouthed her an earnest 'thank you'. Percy just smiled in understanding and waved him goodbye.

A surprisingly sober Dionysus walked up to her next. She couldn't help but be a little awed at the sight of him. He was nowhere like the Mr. D of her universe. In here, he was young, like a college student who worked a part time super modeling gig. He had the same brown skin as her, with wavy brunette hair that would've made 2012 tumblr girls go wild, and purple eyes that reminded her of grapes.

"I don't know what you just did, but thanks!" He beamed. "The satyrs are loyal followers of mine—they're great in orgies—and I'd hate for them to be dead!"

"Oh, you're welcome, Mr. D," she said without thinking. "Wait, I mean, uh—"

"—Mr. D?" He laughed good-naturedly. "That's a new one! I don't mind it. You may call me whatever you want. Ah, you know what? After what you did today, you are officially invited to all of my parties!"

"Absolutely not," Poseidon scowled.

Dionysus cowered, as if remembering that he was there. "I-I was merely jesting, Lord Uncle. I ought to go now! Pleased to finally meet you, Percy! Goodbye!" He was out of there in a flash.

Even though the meeting was over and concluded, not everyone had left. Percy found herself sitting on her own throne, along with several of her family members doing the same in a circle.

She happily ate an ice cream sundae Rhea gave her while they all discussed her 'reckless behavior' and who she got it from. Even Adamas was joining in after learning what she had done (and thankfully the only gods here were the ones who knew of his survival).

"—you must have taught her about the oath," Poseidon was saying, narrowing his eyes at a pale-faced Apollo.

"M-m-me?" He stuttered, pointing a painted gold nail at himself. "I, er, uh!"

Knowing that he was unable to lie, Percy spoke up to save him, "Nah," she lied. "I just learned about it from one of Beelzebub's books."

"Again with his books," Hades rubbed his temples. "Why do you always learn the wrong things from his library? First it was the wrong history with Kronos eating us, and now it was this..."

"Sorry," she shrugged unapologetically before shoving another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

"Percy, didn't that book teach you how dangerous it is to use that oath?" Adamas ran a hand down his face. "Even gods are afraid of that!"

"...Sorry," she said again, more sheepishly this time.

"Why do you insist on saving such foul creatures though?" Rhea fretted. "I can't believe you would threaten to use that oath again just to save them! I mean, Pan, I understand a bit, but the satyrs?"

She swallowed down a cherry. "Because you guys were going to kill them all without even seeing if they were innocent or not," she said bluntly, giving them all disappointed looks. Then she pointed her spoon at Apollo, "And you were going to let Pan die even though you knew he was telling the truth. Not cool, dude."

It was kind of concerning to be honest. After seeing how unfair this trial had been, she wondered how the other trials had been like in the past, especially if it was up against a species they didn't like, or a lower ranked god. She wasn't new to corruption—she had seen a lot of it amongst humans and gods back in her universe—but it didn't mean she liked it.

Apollo didn't look remorseful in the slightest—which didn't surprise her one bit. Instead, he just pouted at her like she was scolding him for stealing someone's candy, and not, you know, trying to end someone's life.

Even more annoying were the patronizing smiles the gods sent each other, as if they were all thinking 'awww, she wants fairness, what a silly and cute concept!'.

"I'm curious," Hades mused aloud. "Percy, dear, what exactly did you see in your dream that convinced you that you weren't in any harm?"

Percy paused in mid-chew, trying not to glance in Apollo's direction. She needed to be very careful of what she said now, since there was a literal divine lie detector in her midst.

"I dreamt that I was in an airport," she began carefully.

"Airport?" Rhea whispered to Adamas.

"It's that building thing or whatever," he whispered back with the most useless description. "So humans can, like, fly. I dunno. It's stupid."

"And, well, I was in line to board the plane," Percy continued. "Then this satyr appeared and called out to me. But then more people started appearing and they were pushing me onto the boarding bridge. Then the dream started to fall apart since Morpheus was trying to intercept it and daddy woke me up."

It wasn't a lie, but she had left some important stuff out—like the fact that she actually knew the satyr and that he was her best friend from a different universe (she doubted that conversation would go well, hah).

Anxious that they would start asking more questions, she hastily wiped her mouth clean and stood up. "Can I go to the bathroom?" She asked quickly.

It took a painstakingly long time for Poseidon to finally nod his head. As she walked out of the room, she quickly sped over to a secluded room and prayed that her father wouldn't try to search her out.

Mnemosyne, and to her surprise, Brunhilde, materialized before her.

"Finally," the goddess breathed out. "We must make this quick before Poseidon tries to look for you. Tell us everything that happened in that dream."

"It was Grover," Percy said quickly, and recognition flickered in Mnemosyne's eyes. "He was able to contact me through our empathy link."

"Empathy link?" Brunhilde echoed.

"It's this thing that satyrs can do back in my universe," she explained hastily before returning to the topic. "I tried to tell Grover about the bifrost and to get help from the gods, but I don't think he was able to hear me. The dream started to fall apart fast since Morpheus was trying to intercept it..."

"Hold on, what exactly is an empathy link and how was a satyr able to bypass a god?" Brunhilde was understandably bewildered.

"It's a form of telepathic connection between a satyr and someone else," Mnemosyne answered. "Percy and her friend, Grover, have one together. It allows them to communicate with each other, sometimes in their heads and other times through dreams, like what happened now. It's quite a dangerous thing, however, since killing one would also harm the other."

Mnemosyne was giving Percy a pointed look at that, but she brushed it off.

"As for your other question," the goddess continued, turning to Brunhilde. "Grover is special. He was granted powers by the god, Pan, before he faded away—that's how gods die in her universe, by the way. Grover was most likely able to temporarily break through Morpheus' domain due to his status as the Lord of the Wild."

Percy grinned at that. She always knew Grover was awesome. The next time she saw him, she was totally going to tell him about all of this.

"I'm gonna try and contact him," she said. "Morpheus ended the dream before I could fully explain what happened."

"Not a good idea," Mnemosyne shook her head. "After he messed up and allowed a satyr to enter your dream? Poseidon would have his head if he messed up again, and he'll know if you're trying to control your dreams to contact Grover. It would only bring more suspicion to you. It's best to let Grover do it again."

Her face fell. "Wait, but then wouldn't Morpheus just... make it even more impossible for that to happen?"

"...Hold on," Brunhilde spoke up, a pensive look on her face. "I know Lord Beelzebub said that he would handle trying to find a way to return you home through the bifrost alone without my, or my sisters' help, but I tried to do some research regardless and an idea came to me. I don't know if it could work though..."

Percy and Mnemosyne turned to her.

"What is it?" The younger asked.

"Mimir," she said.

Percy had no idea who or what that was, but Mnemosyne's eyes widened in recognition.

"Oh," the redhead gasped. "If anyone would know, it'd definitely be him..."

"Hold up, who's Mimir?" Percy asked.

"The wisest god in Asgard," Brunhilde said. "He knows just about everything, and I'll bet all my spoils of war that he even knows all about the mysteries of the Multiverse and how to traverse it."

Percy's eyes lit up. "That's great! How do we talk to the guy?"

The Valkyrie grimaced. "That's where the hard part comes in. Mimir is Lord Odin's most valuable confidante. He keeps him hidden. Nobody knows where Mimir is located."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Seriously? We can't even try to give him a call or text? Nobody knows his phone number or Gossipmonger username?"

"He's a head. He can't call or text anyone."

"Huh?"

"He got decapitated. He's just a talking head now," she explained.

"...Yeesh. Dude doesn't sound very wise to me," Percy muttered.

Mnemosyne stifled a snort.

Brunhilde gave them both dry looks but shook her head in exasperation. "I'll try and locate Mimir's whereabouts, but don't get your hopes up..."

"It's okay," Percy smiled in reassurance. "Just... if you think you might get in any trouble, back out. I miss my friends and family, but I don't want you to piss off Odin or worse in order to help me out. I'm thankful for this either way."

Brunhilde felt her heart melt. This kid really wasn't anything like the gods in this universe and she was so so glad, but also worried at the same time.

"Return to your father now, Percy," Mnemosyne urged. "Before he starts looking for you."

Percy winced, knowing how paranoid her father was now. "Right. I'll see you guys later!"

She scurried out of the room and back to her family while Mnemosyne and Brunhilde teleported away.

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All three of them were unaware of the fly on the wall. 

— author's note —

* I actually wrote "Hypnos" instead of Morpheus in the original chapter where that scene happened, but I was too lazy to go back and change it hehe (the annoying thing about crossposting in 3 sites is if there's a mistake, I gotta change it in ALL the sites ugh). So just pretend it was always Morpheus okay? Thx! 

And yes, since Dionysus hasn't shown up in ROR, I decided to make up his appearance for this fic and used the same appearance as the Dionysus from Blood of Zeus. Sorry, but he's just so pretty there, I couldn't help myself 🙂‍↕️

ALSO THERE IS LITERALLY NO REASON WHY PERCY'S DREAM WAS IN AN AIRPORT!!!!

Please don't theorize why it took place in an airport, I've just been watching too many youtubers play liminal space horror games and it bled into my writing LOL. This was just a very random thing I decided to put 😭

Memes from doodlesleeps:

Memes from Luna999:

Funny Percy x Baldur fanart about Loki's nightmare/wet dream from yagodnyizefir:

Percy fanart and a Percy-inspired dress by girlsgrly:

A drunk Loki with his Percy doll by idkwhattonamemyself-00:

And then an AU where percades DOES happen and the relationship between Hades and Poseidon crumbles hehe:

Aphrodite playing dress up with Percy by zoirxilli (Percy is being held at gunpoint for this picture):