❝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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A certain scene in the beginning of the chapter was inspired by the second chapter of the wmmap ao3 fanfic "feather down and flower crowns" by whomademeadegenerate!
WARNING: Some NSFW scenes. First one is a very brief noncon (not Percy), the other is just a solo smut scene.
PERCY COULDN'T BELIEVE HOW STUPID this universe's Apollo was. Sure the Apollo back home was a bit goofy and lackadaisical, but he wasn't dumb to the point of suicide.
"You dare to show your face around here after what you did yesterday?" Beside her, her father's voice boomed throughout the throne room.
Percy sat next to him, in her own newly made throne. The people her father hired (or ordered, more like) to make her throne had done their best job. Her throne complemented her father's quiet nicely. Similarly to his, the back of her throne was the inside of a massive abalone shell with the same pearlescent colors of blue, green, purple, gold (just lighter shades than his) and instead of black, there was white. While her father had strings of black pearls, she had white. And while both thrones had large pieces of coral, hers were softer with less jagged edges. The only thing missing were the sentient tentacles underneath, though she requested not to have them.
Apollo's desperate voice drew her away from admiring her throne:
"Lord Uncle, I beseech you!" He cried out dramatically. "Please! I meant no offense in my actions the previous day! I only wish to marry your daughter!"
"You meant to force yourself on her, is what you mean," Poseidon sneered. "My sweet daughter granted you mercy even after that, and you foolishly came here to test my patience again."
"I apologize fervently for my actions, Lord Uncle. I couldn't help myself; I was merely taken aback by your daughter's beauty! Surely you could understand...?" He gave him a hopeful look.
Poseidon leaned back on his throne, humming coldly. "My daughter is beautiful," he agreed, sighing as his eyes traveled to his side where she sat, appreciating her.
Percy tried not to fidget on the spot. The way they spoke as if she wasn't in the room with them didn't sit right with her, but she kept her mouth shut because at least she was aware of the tense atmosphere in the waters. Apollo, however, didn't seem to sense that.
"Very, very beautiful," Poseidon went on, reaching out to grasp her hand. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles soothingly, as if sensing her discomfort. "She is perfect, isn't she?" He asked the other god, expressionless but radiating with pride. "My lovely child."
Apollo nodded eagerly.
"And you honestly believe someone like you deserves her?" Poseidon asked, his voice sharp. "That I should hand over my perfect daughter to you?"
"Um... yes? Please?" Apollo replied meekly.
She and Poseidon exchanged a look as if they were simultaneously thinking, 'good gods, he's an idiot'.
