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Poseidon's Pride: Descendant Of The Sea	By : Snowway32 Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 23752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson & The Olympians, any and all characters belong solely to Rick Riordan. I claim no ownership over them, this is merely written for my private pleasure and I make no money or profits.

Chapter List
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Hello all my honeys, I know that it's been a while since I've updated but I'm taking a little break from my Bleach works to write for Percy Jackson instead. I've decided that I need a little change for now. I ask that my new readers please know that I've only read up until the 5th book: Percy Jackson And The Last Olympian and this story is based right after that. I haven't yet had the time to read The Heroes Of Olympus so it is only Canon up until the last book, the rest is deviation from the plot and a slight AU setting.
For those who don't know me, I welcome you to the worlds that I love to create. I usually only write for obscure pairings so I ask that you please heed my warnings that I will list below:
Poseidon's Pride: Descendant Of The Sea contains: M/M Lemons, Heavy Angst, Character Death in passing mention, set right after the 5th book. Hurt/Comfort, Partially AU setting, Deviation from the Plot, Incest, Father x Son pairing, Taboo subjects and a Two-Part Update. Meaning Part 1 is the introductory chapter, Part 2 will contain the main body of the story and will have 8000 - 10 000 words when I finish. My writing, as a warning, is intensely descriptive, please don't tell me to 'lessen' my prose.
The set pairing is: Poseidon (Ποσειδῶν) x Perseus (Περσεύς)
I don't know Greek honeys, so please do not point out my mistakes. I only work with online translators to give a more authentic feel to my writing, it's one of my signatures when writing.

Poseidon's Pride:

Περσεύς: Απόγονος της Θάλασσας (1*)
December 21st, Winter Solstice of the year 2014. The biannual gathering of the Olympian Council was echoing unusually with the sounds of contented laughter, merriment and joy as the frosted cold of a New York winter never once touched the golden city that was suspended high in the clouds above the shimmering, multi-coloured lights of the Empire State Building. Nothing seemed to abate the celebration that was taking place on Olympus, the gods pleased enough to let the usual bickering of the Council dissolve and sweep aside all previous rivalries, blood feuds and arguments for several hours unburned by regular duties. Setting aside the worldly troubles that had plagued them throughout the past year, the passing hours were becoming a rare but welcome relief to the hard work and primordial disagreements that created chaos at every turn. The celebrations had started the exact moment that midnight had struck, the vibrant palaces alight with the flames of large burning braziers as the main temple became a central gathering point for gods, goddesses, godlings and several other immortal beings lucky enough to have been invited. Many of them were swaying to the music of the nine muses, care freely indulging their appetites with every imaginable food and drink that had been made available and enjoying the various representations of Ambrosia and Nectar that was present as well…all of which that was being consumed along with the delectable taste of Dionysus' finest and sweetest wines.
A celebrations of the gods; there was nothing in mortal existence to compare it to, it was said, and being enveloped in the mere presence of an Olympian celebration was thought to be enough to bring fulfilment to even the bitterest and darkest of hearts. However, for Percy Jackson, it was nothing more than a screeching din that served to magnify the isolation and emotional upheaval that he already felt. It did not do much to soothe away the concerns racing through his mind or distract his heart from the restless impulsiveness that had been stirred to life deep inside the depths of his immortal soul. It had been several long years since the Great Prophecy had been fulfilled on his sixteenth birthday, the fall of the Titan Lord, Kronos, having brought a bitter end to the pain and loss that had stained Camp Half-Blood for the four brief years that Percy had attended there. Intense sea-green eyes were now glowing unnaturally bright with the turmoil of the vast oceans, his rank as Poseidon's Lieutenant, marking the black haired teen as a god in his own right. He was no longer the Half-Blood Demigod from before, he was Perseus and had willingly accepted the offer that Zeus had generously made to him after Kronos's defeat. He didn't know why exactly, but he had been possessed an intense need to stay connected to at least one half of his family for eternity mere moments after witnessing his best friend's life fade away before his eyes.
Perhaps he had been shattered by the sight, leaving him incapable of finding the usual defiance to refuse the gift and anger the King Of Gods even more than his mere presence alive had. However, recalling the events of night, where he had seen Annabeth take her last breath and Luke sacrifice himself in regret, was something that Percy really did not enjoy remembering so vividly. There had been so much anguish, hatred and helplessness that if the Son of Hermes had not chosen to take his own life and drag Kronos down with him, the Son of Poseidon was sure that he would have been the one responsible for tearing down Olympus stone by stone. Even though Luke had shown true valour in the end, he had still hosted the Titan Lord in his own body and nearly destroyed everything that the gods stood for over three thousand years. The Great Prophecy, it seemed, had finally come to fruition as it had said it would over the seventy years since it had been spoken. The price that had been paid for its fulfilment though, had been heavy with destruction, despair, loss, regret and pain. So many had died, so much blood had stained the teen's hands that he was more suited to be called the son of Ares than the son of Poseidon. But as a mournful sigh drifted from parted petal pink lips, the eternal sixteen-year-old recalled the words that Chiron had recounted to him the first day that he had awoken at Camp Half-Blood.
'Immortality is horribly depressing at times'. It was indeed and Percy wondered if it had made a grave mistake in accepting it, sometimes he truly regretted having been faced with the decision right after witnessing his best friend's death. Despite his mother's blessing and his father's presence close by for the first time in his life, the last eight years were filled with just as many days of enjoyment as it was with equal misery. It had taken him a long time just to get used to the idea of staying alive forever and executing the numerous duties that was expected of a god. It wasn't as easy as it looked and sometimes the former Demigod struggled to comprehend the tasks that were expected of him. One of the high points, however, was that he was close to his half-brother most days. Tyson had been visiting Atlantis often over the past years to help rebuild their father's destroyed palace. He was sadly the only family member besides Poseidon that the black haired teen could talk to. The hatred that he was shown by his new 'stepmother' and 'stepbrother', would have been quite distressing if Percy had possessed the ability to care. But he didn't. All that he truly needed sometimes was the caressing touch of the ocean's waves to ease away the fears that were constantly dragging on his consciousness and threatened to tear him apart from the inside out.
Along with the undue jealousy and contempt that he was shown by some of the gods on Olympus, it was perhaps best not to dwell too deeply on the subject. Perseus Jackson had always had an uncommon knack for pissing off the immortals, even before he had turned sixteenth and become their chosen Hero. Zeus still wouldn't allow him to travel by air, he had already had several nasty lightning bolt surprises to testify to that fact. A bitter chuckle was tumbling unexpectedly passed full lips, sea-green eyes glancing upwards at the thick shadow that had fallen over his shoulders a few minutes ago. Isolated and alone in his dark moods, the young god's brooding thoughts could quite literally create heavy storm clouds of despair to weigh him down from above. As the Son of Poseidon: the Stormbringer, King of Atlantis, Father Of Horses, the Earthshaker and God Of The Sea; creating storms, hurricanes, earthquakes and tempests out of thin air was not something that Percy was completely unfamiliar with. His power may not be on the same level of his godly parent but the range of his influence and rising skill had been growing exponentially over the last few years. According to Poseidon, his favourite son had been a formidable force to reckon with even before he had been granted immortality. Strange though, how that made even some of the minor gods afraid of him now…
He often wondered if it was because he carried the curse of Achilles or if they feared him for the chaos that he had nearly plunged the world into. Not quite liking the fact that he would be scorned further if he lost control of the brewing clouds growing darker in the sky, a lithe frame stood from the golden steps of the main temple where he had been sitting idly for the last hour. Absently casting his gaze over the jubilant forms of his godly kin, Percy easily recognized some of the older and younger Half-Blood campers that were mixed in with a large crowd dressed in modern clothes, tradition togas, chitons and even battle armour. A familiar head of spiky black hair and electric blue eyes caught his attention several seconds later, Artemis' lieutenant turning towards him with a wave before Thalia immersed herself in the crowd to enjoy the festivities without further interruption. There was a concerned frown thrown in his direction as their eyes collided, but Percy quickly broke her gaze before she could realize something was wrong and he could possibly burden the daughter of Zeus with the restless emotions that were brewing darkly in the pit of his stomach. Absently draining a goblet of wine to distract himself for a few minutes, sea-green eyes watched the chalice disappear in a shower of light at his command as white sneaker clad feet headed towards the empty bridge with set determination and carefully controlled footsteps.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a brief glimpse of his father's tall frame. The Big Three and several other Olympians had not yet returned to their human sized forms, their awe inspiring presence was towering over the celebrations as they engaged in conversation and merriment despite the arguments that should have erupted long before now. One could never have so many gods in one place without old rivalries and family feuds flaring dangerously. It simply wasn't possible and before the night was over, Percy was sure that something would go wrong somewhere. Not that it concerned him too much but it was usually the three brothers that ended up sorting out the mess, if they hadn't been the ones who had caused it in the first place. Shivering unexpectedly at a gust of wind that swirled restlessly around his form, Percy turned his attention back to elevator as he missed mirroring sea-green eyes that followed his early departure with quiet concern and a subtle frown. The son of Poseidon didn't think that it was a good idea if he lost control of himself here, he'd never be forgiven for ruining the 'party' and he really didn't want his Dad to get blamed for it unfairly. It wouldn't be the first time that Percy had seen a fight between his uncle and father, it wouldn't be the last either but it was Christmas in a few days and it was a nice notion if another year could end peacefully instead of stained with bloodshed and the sky and ocean quarrelling with each other.
Slipping out of the lobby once the elevator came to a halt on the bottom floor, stormy green eyes glanced upwards at the dancing lights of the Empire State Building as a swirl of electrified sensation seemed to vibrate restlessly though the air. The power of the gods was strong that night, enlivening the city around them as the lights of Manhattan glowed brighter than normal and several humans explored the snow covered streets in search of entertainment themselves. A soft snow flurry was drifting lazily from the sky, blanketing the entire world in a layer of soft white as Percy closed his eyes for several seconds to collect himself and make up his mind on where he wanted to go. Eventually pushing his fingers in his jeans' dark pockets, a pair of modern turquoise headphones were nestled warmly around the back of his neck as a tight long sleeved black shirt became accentuated by a long turquoise scarf tumbling towards his thighs and several silver studded belts that were curled evocatively around his waist. A familiar pen was never far from his fingertips, the concealed sword a welcome ally by his side as a lightweight watch completed the two magical items that had been on many perilous adventures with him. Along with a messy array of black locks that were tumbling forward to conceal unnaturally bright sea-green eyes from sight, stood up messily on the crown of his head and feathered softly against the back of his neck, Perseus could easily have passed for a normal teenager to curious eyes.
Only, the seemingly harmless trident pendant that was strung around his neck from a silver chain, a precious gift he had received on his twenty-fourth mortal birthday that year, was anything but the innocent piece of jewellery it embodied. When the turquoise jewel in the centre point was pressed, a two metre celestial bronze trident would be left in the palm of his hand as it became a deadly catalyst to magnify his power over the ocean and the elements of water that surrounded him when he wasn't in Atlantis itself. He hadn't even left the underwater palace for more than a day but he was already missing the whispering touch of the ocean, the ebb and flow of the tides and the hammerhead sharks that would swim into the stately blue coloured rooms without care. The fact that the water's gentle comfort was no longer with him, chased a touch of unknown anxiety through his blood as white and black sneaker clad feet transversed icy pavements and headed down partially abandoned streets in a familiar direction. To carry a weapon that had been forged in a reflection to his father's, was a startling gift that the God Of The Sea could have bestowed upon his son when Percy wasn't considered Poseidon's rightful heir. In fact, Triton would have killed him when he had seen the significance of the gift if Tyson hadn't been close by to scare the merman away from his older brother.
Cyclopeses were feared for their strength in the ocean just as they were on the surface of the earth, a happy advantage when your favourite brother loved you more than anything and always protected you with his frightening strength and enthusiastic, childlike innocence. It had been a while since he had seen the young Cyclopes, he had been getting busier leading Zeus' army than before and the past year had been considerably lonely when even Poseidon was rarely seen and the young god was left overseeing the reconstruction of the palace mostly by himself. But it didn't really matter, the black haired teen wasn't restricted in domain and the places he could travel to too much, so he often visited his mother and stepfather as often as he could. It was where his feet were unconsciously leading him even now, his usually focused senses relaxing slightly as several breaths misted the icy cold humidity in the air. The dark storm that was brewing along the path he walked, slowly seemed to dissipate as his emotions calmed and a flurry of white settled atop his head like a frosted crown. Percy didn't seem to notice that it was already passed one in the morning, his footsteps merely carrying him forward without aim as the world seemed to fade away from around him and all that mattered was the soft breaths that were rushing passed his lips and sharp sea-green eyes that glowed brighter with the flow of his power as he caressed the silver trident that was resting against the beat of his heart.
Hidden beneath the loosely wound turquoise scarf around his neck, was a leather necklace decorated with the camp beads that he had collected over the years. The fourth marker, a black and gold bead with the image of the Empire State Building etched into the surface with hundreds of names inscribed in memoriam, was the reminder of his sorrow as it burned his flesh everywhere it touched. It was nearly faded from the way that his fingertips caressed it when he was concerned, distraught or sought the internally strength to face another listless day completely numbed by his swirling thoughts and dark emotions. There were too many names, he thought with lingering sorrow. There were too many sacrifices, even their greatest efforts in the war hadn't managed to save what was most important in the end. Several shivers of despair were racing down a straightened spine, Percy realizing only too late that he was dressed far too thinly for a 'human' in the winter. It would look suspicious to anyone paying attention to him, but no one seemed to take note as he passed by. His aura was artfully concealed by the low fog that was licking playfully at his ankles and caressed his awareness with quiet solitude. He was turning his attention to the skies, his power seeming to bend the distance beneath his feet as he travelled the usual hour walk to the Upper East Side in less than fifteen minutes.
Hey, there were at least some awesome perks that came with being immortal and a god…the rules of physics didn't apply much—. Tilting his head to the side curiously when he passed an alley close to home, sea green eyes narrowed in suspicion when a warning tingle caressed pale skin and sneaker clad feet froze on the snow covered pavement. Of all the nights, he was really not in the mood to face the monsters that were still attracted to his Demigod scent. His fingertips were already curled around Riptide, the pen seeming to grow hotter between his fingers as he pondered releasing the blade to defend himself. But it wasn't needed, sharp eyes spotting the shadow draped humans that approached him instead and the menacing laughter that echoed through the night air. He had been careless it seemed, forgetting that mortal dangers still lurked in the streets of New York…not just the monsters and beings that humans were incapable of seeing. However, for them to have noticed him meant that at least one of the humans could see through the Mist. Not good, especially when gods were forbidden from harming and influencing the destiny of mortals. Counting the shadowed figures, there was five of them and all them seemed unafraid to point knives at him as he backed against a wall and dark eyes glowed with glee now that they had cornered their chosen prey.
'Walking around so defenceless at night, you're probably a tourist.' Percy shrugged, completely indifferent to the weapon that was resting against the centre of his chest as not even a lick of emotion passed his features. He could see that his attitude was confusing them, causing the dense fog to rise around him as a slow burn of unleashing anger seemed to ignite sea green eyes dangerously and the rumble from a gathering storm echoed threateningly from above. 'I'm not in the mood, mortals. It's bad enough that I have to deal with this bullshit everytime I step into the city, so run.' It would probably have been easier if they had listened to him, but they didn't. The pressure of a weapon resting against his chest only increased, an irritable sigh spilling from petal pink lips as the black haired teen was told, not so subtly, to hand over all his money and valuables or die. He was rolling his eyes exasperation, a dark frown gracing his features as he gripped his new found opponent's wrist. He was invulnerable to weapons but they didn't need to know that, he merely increased his grip as he spoke his warning again. There was a flicker of pain present in the attacker's eyes but he did not relent, forcing the Son of Poseidon to show his hand. He was getting angrier and angrier the more that the seconds ticked by, his battle instincts and impulsive nature taking over as a deafening crack erupted in the distance and a dense sheet of sleet, rain and hail descended from above.
His voice echoed the same words he had spoken twice before now, the sudden appearance of a heavy storm surprising the shadows keeping him captive so much that the grip loosened from black fabric and the eternal sixteen-year-old gained enough freedom of movement to push himself away from wall without difficulty. He was walking right passed them, their eyes glassy from the descending mist as he snapped his fingers and prepared to walk away. 'You saw nothing, go on your way and never steal again.' The sound of a tenor was laced with indiscernible power and command, not a single drop of water soaking his clothes as Percy ducked out of the alley and gazed up at the storm he had unleashed with detached interest. 'Don't lose control of your temper when you are in the mortal realm, Percy. Your power exceeds that which humans can understand and gods are forbidden from interfering with fate and destiny. Never use it recklessly.' A warning that had been spoken several years ago, was echoing through the depths of his mind now as the black haired teen was reminded that he was no longer half-human himself. His powers truly were dangerous when released and he had violated the promise he had made with his Dad to control himself when in the mortal realm. A deep frown of anger was furrowing dark brows, a hiss colouring the air misty white as Percy scowled at the falling storm in growing rage.
To think that he had—.
'Causing trouble again, Perseus?' A disappointed baritone rumbled through the air, shattering the night like a crack of thunder as sea-green eyes widened in surprise and the sixteen-year-old whirled around to find the direction of the hauntingly familiar voice that had spoken. Identical green eyes were colliding with his several seconds later, the light of a flickering street lamp bursting into a shower of glass above as the God Of The Sea observed his son's fiery gaze flicker anew with trepidation and slumped shoulders that tensed defensively. Before Percy could open his mouth to say something, his father waved his hand for silence and simultaneously dissolved the ragging storm that seemed to have increased with intensity over the past few seconds. A tall frame was pushing himself away from the wall he had been leaning against, casual black shoes closing the few meter distance that separated them as Percy drew back slightly when a strong hand gripped his shoulder and Poseidon's form towered over him with an eight-inch height advantage. Even when he reflected a mortal form, the Stormbringer's presence was enough to cause the younger being's breath to catch in his throat as he trembled uncertainly where stood despite the hidden flare of defiance that prompted him to meet his father's intense gaze head on.
There was no mistake that they were father and son, Percy was almost the exact replica of his Dad as slightly shorter and spiky black hair was ruffled by the wind and a neatly trimmed black beard coloured a little darker with the shadows of the night. There was a warmth spreading through his veins however, the gentleness that he had always been shown when in the older being's presence soothing his restless emotions before he was tugged against a strong chest and he was bathed in the scent of a warm ocean breeze and the sensation of cool water. He was confused by the show of affection, expecting to be scolded for leaving Olympus without a word and losing control of his powers. But instead he was drawn into an encompassing embrace that calmed the beat of his heart as a kiss was whispered against the top of his head and he was reminded, once again, of the gentle affection that he was always shown in his father's presence when he seemed to need it the most and the ability that Poseidon had to chase away his restlessness with his scent and touch alone. It felt like it had been ages since he had felt this, been allowed to stand in the Stormbringer's presence like a son and not a lieutenant. An annoying sting was searing the backs of his eyes in response, a shaky breath tumbling despairing from his lips as Percy cursed himself for the abrupt weakness that chased through his blood.
'S-Sorry—.'
'Tsk, disappearing from Olympus so suddenly. You do realize that it's two in the morning, Percy, and your mother is fast asleep?' When a bewildered frown tugged petal pink lips downwards, Poseidon chuckled softly as he brushed a pale cheek with the pad of his thumb. 'Hmm, guess you didn't really think about that. Come, let's return for now. We'll come visit your mother tomorrow.' Percy didn't argue, he had been walking around aimlessly for the last twenty minutes in any case…looking from an escape from his emotions that he couldn't find. He only hoped that he could find a way to settle them, there was so much that he wanted to say to his Dad and ask…but he didn't. He merely fell in step beside his father as the God Of The Sea guided him deeper into the night that was bathed with the lights of the gods.

1* - Περσεύς: Απόγονος της Θάλασσας – Perseus: Descendent Of The Sea (the closest online translation I could come up with, it's means as an introductory title)
Thank you so much for reading my honeys, I really appreciate it. It means a lot and if I could please ask for a small review, I'd be eternally grateful to you. Part 2 will be updating when I can, if I can keep the inspiration flowing it will take about a week and bit, maybe less. For now, any questions, please don't be afraid to ask…I'll answer them as best as I can.
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