❝If you return to your old world, we will follow you, and we will destroy everything you love. This is your home now.❞
Percy's world didn't teach her about how obsessive a god's love would be. But when she was accidentally transported to this crazy...
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YOU GUYS HELP ME OUT IM KINDA STUPID❗️❗️❗️ Ok so I'm trying to do some worldbuilding for Atlantis rn. There are SEVEN kingdoms of Atlantis, if Poseidon rules ALL of them, wouldn't that make him... an emperor??? And not a king??? And it would technically be called the "Atlantean Empire"?? Right?? I'm sorry, I'm no good with royal stuff 😭😭
THIS WAS THE WORST FAMILY lunch ever.
Percy stared down at her plate of Greek meatballs, nervously lathering it with blue tzatziki. Poseidon sat down across from her, arms crossed, and his icy blue glare directed to her bowed head. Hades sat off to the side at the head of the table, smiling awkwardly.
After her disastrous appointment with Beelzebub, Hades took them back to Poseidon's Palace, but he didn't leave. He probably assumed that Poseidon was gonna snap and kill her, and stayed for her sake—something that she greatly appreciated.
But before she could scurry off to her room and pretend that she didn't exist, her stomach grumbled and Hades got the bright (not) idea of having a family lunch together.
And now here they were. Five minutes into the meal and no one had spoken once.
Poseidon was the first to break up the silence. "This is a waste of my time."
"Oh come now, brother," Hades tried to appease him. "Family meals are fun."
The blonde scoffed. Then he turned his icy glare back to Percy who immediately ducked down to admire her untouched food again.
"Are you going to eat or not?" He questioned, beginning to lose his patience.
"You're not eating either," she mumbled.
He grabbed his fork and angrily slammed it onto the plate, splitting it in half. He did, however, manage to pierce through a meatball. Then, he placed it in his mouth and chewed.
"There. I've eaten," he said after swallowing.
Off to the side, Hades could only sigh.
"Now you eat," he demanded. "I highly doubt my stubborn brother is going to let us leave the table until you finish your meal, so hurry it up."
Well, at least they could agree on one thing: they did not want to spend a minute longer with one another. Percy began to eat with gusto, practically shoveling meatballs into her mouth.
"You two are ridiculous," Hades sighed once more. "And Percy, eat properly or else you'll choke."
Too late. Percy was already coughing by the time he finished his sentence.
At first, Hades didn't realize what was going on, but once she started clutching her throat—the universal sign that someone was choking—he panicked and quickly whacked her on the back. The chewed up meatball comically flew out of her mouth and landed splat on Poseidon's bare chest.
