I feel like the seven's parents aren't appreciated enough. So the next couple chapters will be about them as babies. Also, I am many things, but I'm not a guy named rick riordan who wrote all of these characters.
My son Percy was a.... Special child in many ways. One: he can speak to fish, so I would never get sea food, and two: he doesn't get wet when he doesn't want to.
It was time for Percy's bath. I hsd been running ways to get Percy to want to get wet I my head as I held him.
Percy was whining"Mommy? Why do I have to take a bath." And interrupted my thoughts.
"You'll get smelly and get sick of you don't. And you might get attacked by... MONSTERS!!!" I yelled the last part and started tickling Percy, who giggled. Sadly the last part was unavoidable. Percy's dad was a god, making him a demigod. He was bound to attract monsters.
I put Percy in the bath tub and suddenly all the water was on the ceiling. Percy was with the water and giggling while clapping his hands.
"Percy, can you please come down?" I asked sweetly figuring that Percy would freak if I yelled."If you behave well and let yourself get wet then I'll give you cookies." I bribed because, who doesn't?
"I like blue. Can the cookies be blue?" Percy asked. I smiled, thinking of my fight with Gabe about blue food.
"Of course honey! That would be perfect! So are you going to be a good boy?" Percy nodded.
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About twelve years later I was driving my son to a school in Maine." And that's how I got Percy to a) forget he can control water, and b) love blue cookies." I told Thalia and Annabeth, who were laughing their heads off with Percy pouting in the corner.
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RandomI took a bunch of head cannons and made them into one shots. Some are mine, some are from pinterest
