𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍° ! percy jackson

𝐢𝐢.𝐯𝐢𝐢 - 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 (𝐚)

Percy and Aurora talked for at least two hours before they both fell asleep. She had never attended a sleepover before, but she sure felt like she was at one when she woke up groggily to flowing water and abundant sunlight, buried deep within the sheets of the bed next to Percy's. For a split second, it reminded her of last summer, when the two would spend every moment chatting in their hospital beds, as they had both faced attempted murder from Luke. Fun times!

Anyway, Aurora was having the time of her life. Not really, but whatever. She blinked, swallowing awkwardly as she glanced over at Percy's messy hair and agape mouth. She quickly smoothed the braid she had slept in and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning as she stood and straightened out her wrinkled orange camp t-shirt and sweatshorts.

"Dumbass, you're drooling." She whispered teasingly, nudging his shoulder with her hand. He didn't respond, and Aurora shoved him more aggressively. "Wake up. What happened to wanting me to stay?" No response.

"He won't wake." A deep, rumbling, almost familiar voice filled the cabin, the atmosphere prickling with power. Aurora's stomach dropped.

Aurora turned quickly, her braid whipping her cheek at the fast action.

A man stood directly in front of her, towering over her. He had black hair, a neatly trimmed black beard, a deep tan, and eyes that were identical to the boy sleeping behind her. He was recognizable in a way that none of his siblings were, simply because the exact copy of him was so fucking annoying.

Her jaw dropped, but as rapidly as she opened it, she closed it again. She knew who this was, but she would never give a god the respect they thought they deserved.

Especially when he was looking at her with that smirking, up to no good expression that his son made on the daily.

However, Aurora remained deadly still. It wasn't the fact that the man staring at her with those oh-so-familiar sea green eyes was one of the most powerful gods on Olympus, but it was that he was Percy Jackson's father. That was the terrifying part.

"Lord Poseidon," Aurora murmured quietly, trying to wrap her mind around what was happening. Like, okay. It was Poseidon's cabin. But why was he there now, of all times?

I thought gods don't care about their kids, she thought bitterly. He had made Percy and Tyson feel so awful about themselves and each other as of recently. Who did he think he was, showing his face?

"Are you aware that I can hear that? Perhaps not, although I am right in front of you." Poseidon responded, but he didn't seem upset. The left side of his mouth quirked up into an amused smile. "I am a god, if you recall?"

Aurora's face burned bright with embarrassment. Not that it wasn't true, but she couldn't go around dissing a god. "Apologies, my lord," she croaked out.

She could tell where Percy got his sense of humor from when he broke out into a brief fit of laughter. "My dear daughter of flowers, enlighten yourself." Aurora assumed that was the olden equivalent of lighten up.

"Now, my dear, can you imagine my surprise as I peer into this cabin, as one does to check up on his lovely sons—I am not as horrible of a father as you may think—and I see you, who is not my child, sleeping in my own cabin?" Poseidon asked, but there was a twinkle in his eye as he leaned against his trident. "And calling my Percy all these profanities, no doubt."

Aurora simply shrugged. "My bad," she said plainly. In hindsight, she should've said more to the god of the sea, but she hadn't gotten that good sleep all summer, and she really wasn't sorry. Plus, she was about to go on a quest to save the camp that Poseidon was literally standing in and could fix with a snap of his fingers. So no, she wasn't going to grovel, just like how Poseidon wasn't going to save Camp Half Blood.