The Lightning Thief (Argo/hbh's Version)

God(dess)-demigod bonding time

Yes, the rest deserve to have their godly parent talks written down.

IDEA'S BY SAID PERSON (Bea wrote half of their own, heja wrote his own)

Fenris's POV:

"It's been some time," Hades said while looking around at the white marble walls of Olympus. He just appeared in the room as soon as I walked in a random empty one. I wondered if he was talking to me, or the fact he hadn't been on Olympus in some time.

As soon as our eyes met I started talking. "Why did you just ignore me there in Hades? Didn't I spend like half my life with you?" I asked. That suppressed feeling that's been rising in my chest since that happened has finally found a way out.

"Son, I was in a bad mood. My helmet had been stolen and I was accused of being the lightning thief." The whole aura around my dad grew darker as he got angrier. "Would you like it when everyone keeps thinking you're the bad guy? That you're cast away somewhere away from Olympus, don't have proper representation, don't have-"

"DAD!" I yelled. All at once the dark aura disappeared.

Hades blinked a couple of times. "Fenris..?" He asked, unsure if I had or hadn't just completely cut off the mighty god of the underworld himself.

"At camp, it's the exact same! Ever since that godsdamn lightning bolt has been stolen, everyone thinks one of the big three kids did it! And we're like the evil guys! Don't talk about how bad you have it when you don't even bother looking at how your own kids are doing!"

Hades swallowed. "I... didn't know," he said slowly. He looked at the ground for a second, thinking about what he'd say next before he dared to look up at me again.

"Dad, half of my siblings are joining Kronos' army because of what's going on," I said, tears shooting in my eyes. Maybe I.. no. No, I can't. I had too many friends I'd have to leave behind, and I wouldn't want to give the Hades cabin an even bigger bad reputation.

"Fenris?" I snapped up from my thoughts.

"Dad?"

"Please, forgive me. Tell me how I can make it up to you."

I thought about it for a second. A small, other emotion woke up in my chest.

"Dad, I don't need a favor or anything like that. What I want, is for you to care for your children. Visit us. Show us that you're a worthy dad, instead of the other Olympians, and whatever they're doing that's more important than their own offspring. Keep track of us. Claim them before it's too late."

Hades nodded. "I promise you, son."

There will be a moment, years and years and years later where I will regret my choice of words. Why? Because I never made him swear it on the Styx.

Bea's POV:

I had my eyes set on her before Zeus had even finished talking, but somehow my dad had gotten to me first.

He opened his arms wide. "Bea-"

I eyed him suspiciously. "I see you too much," I said. I then ran past him to his wife, Ariadne, who welcomed me in a big hug.

"Little Bea," she hummed, a smile plastered on her face. I felt her hand run through my hair, and I felt a little embarrassed at how little I brushed it; she didn't seem to mind. I heard her giggle, and I lifted my head to glance at my dad, who was pouting at the fact I'd stolen his wife. "Awh, Dio," she laughed, pulling him closer.

I felt almost suffocated at his body mass as he hugged me and Ariadne. I knew he noticed me squirming because he leaned closer. "I'm doing this to look like I'm a good dad, so stop squirming," he muttered.