#baby percy jackson

[charlietheepicwriter7]

@anotheroceanid Part 2!

Lightning branched across the sky, lighting up the overstuffed room with brilliant white. Thunder boomed moments later. Odysseus flinched back, his claws retracting and his body shrinking as his monstrousness was sucked back into him. He felt naked. Raw. 

Human. 

The woman continued to sleep. The light had given him a better look of her, and she was clearly exhausted. Recovering from a rough birth, as every mother of godly children suffered from, and dark bruises under her eyes… She wasn’t sleeping enough. She wouldn’t wake. 

Her daughter did. 

In her crib, the babe stirred. Letting out a quiet whimper, she raised one curled fist to her eyes, as though she was blocking the light. She grew restless as the storm outside worsened, hail banging against the fire escape. Her eyes fluttered open, wide and soft green. 

Odysseus turned away, his stomach turning. 

He’d expected Poseidon’s eyes. His children always had his eyes; it was the defining characteristic of children of the Sea God, even more than their tan skin or their dark hair. Glowing, piercing green eyes that made it easy to despise them, easy to gut them or behead them or–

His wife had green eyes. Dark, like the leaves of their marriage bed, with beautiful golden flecks that their son inherited. She was divine, he thought mournfully, his heart breaking again.

This child did not have her father’s eyes, nor his wife’s. Her eyes were as light as an olive and stared at him, even though he knew an  infant’s eyes could not see that far. 

Infants typically were born with blue eyes, he remembered. 

Odysseus loomed over the crib as he once was, the only evidence of his fate being his red eyes. He stood as just a man over the babe, his soul laid bare. 

She squirmed against her swaddle, legs kicking underneath the blanket. Whining unhappily, she broke free from its constraints, one arm flopping wildly, almost hitting herself. He caught her hand without thinking, her little palm curling around his thumb. 

A soft, gummy smile spread across her tiny face, her bright eyes crinkling with joy as if she recognized him—welcomed him. She let out a tiny gurgle and released his thumb, reaching up to his face. 

Odysseus froze. 

The last baby he held, he killed. 

He never even held his grandchildren, or their children, waiting until they were old enough to run, to scream, to fight back before he even dared touch them. Too cautious. Too tempting. He didn’t even like seeing the babies, not until they were older.

Lightning illuminated the room again, and thunder followed, rattling the windows. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes and, without thinking, Odysseus picked her up and held her against his chest. His arms naturally cradled her, supporting her neck in a gesture he’d learned centuries ago. He hushed her softly, comforting her as best he could while keeping an eye on the mother. Mothers were the most dangerous creatures in every species. 

The comfort continued for many minutes, Odysseus speaking at a low volume to keep her calm against the instinctual fear of thunder. Her free arm latched onto his beard, digging her fingers into the coarse hair and pulling. Odysseus winced, but didn’t stop her. Small as she was, she couldn’t hurt him. 

But he could hurt her. He was there to hurt her. 

A great many things in this world would hurt her. 

Odysseus frowned. The Lord of the Sky would soon discover Poseidon's oath breaking, and so would the Lord of the Dead. Both would be furious when they discovered little Penelope; he got the distinct impression that neither king was particularly happy to stop having children, despite the Gods’ general disinterest in their young. And as she aged, her scent would grow stronger and attract monster after monster after monster after—

He took a deep breath. His hands tightened slightly around the infant, as if bracing himself against the weight of the realization crashing down on him. His purpose—vengeance, justice, the satisfaction of seeing Poseidon suffer as he had suffered—was literally in his hands. And yet, standing in the dim glow of streetlights refracting in the rain, holding this tiny, helpless creature against his chest, all he could think of was how fragile she was.

He exhaled slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line.

If he left now, pretended he never saw the child, she’d live. For a while. But eventually, the monsters would come for her. She would be devoured before she learned how to run. Even if she somehow survived, even if she grew up strong, she would be dragged into the games of the gods, made a pawn in the endless war between Olympians. 

Odysseus had such a fate, once. He’d escaped by the skin of his teeth and ichor on his hands, but he escaped. 

It was better for her to die, a part of him whispered. The ghosts of his past murmured in his head, warning him, cursing him, reminding him of all that he had lost, all that he had destroyed.

But the girl in his arms did not yet know of loss. She knew only warmth. Only comfort. Her little fingers tangled in his beard, and when he shifted her slightly, she let out a sleepy sigh, nestling against him as though he were something safe. Something familiar.

Odysseus closed his eyes.

He was not a hero. He was not a good man. He had no illusions about what he was—what he had become. But for the first time in centuries, he had a choice.

He could leave her. Let fate claim her. Let the gods have their way.

Or he could take her.

How many times had he wondered what would have happened, if he didn’t drop Hector’s infant from that Trojan wall? Hundreds of times? Thousands? 

“Penelope.”

The name ached in his chest. He looked down at her one last time before making his decision.

With practiced ease, he adjusted his grip, holding her securely against him. He moved silently, his steps soundless as he turned away from the crib, from the exhausted mother who would wake in the morning to an empty cradle. Odysseus did not look back.

The storm raged on as he slipped out the window, the shadows swallowing him whole.

[incorrect-seafam-quotes]

Percy: Dad?

Percy: Dad?

Percy: Dad!

Percy:

Percy: *travels to Olympus and sits on Poseidon's throne* DAD!

Poseidon: *throughly shaken after getting startled and nearly accidentally smiting his baby*

Poseidon: Percy, you cannot sit on my throne. Please. What if I hadn't looked before sending a smiting force? You nearly gave me a heart attack. You must never do this again.

Percy:

Poseidon: What do you want, child?

Percy: Hug?

Poseidon, teleports to Olympus and picks Percy up off his throne: Hug it is.

[askpercyandsally]

Are you psychic? Have you ever tried predicting the future?

How can you tell? Should I just make a guess and see what happens? That sounds pretty hard. I guess I could try though.

I predict that tomorrow... Uh. Tomorrow it will rain!

Okay, now we wait.

[pjohoo-reclists]

Percy Jackson & Poseidon Rec List

Percy and Poseidon's father-son relationship while Percy is a baby or a very young child. Enjoy!

The Ocean and Its Waves by Isha_Dugar

G | 500 words | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Sally Jackson/Poseidon

Baby Percy, Good Parent Poseidon, Fluff

This is a one-shot interlinked series of Percy and Poseidon fluff, angst, and everything parental you can think of. Hope you like it!!

Christmas by MagicallyMidnight (sweetlixes)

G | 600 words | Complete

Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Christmas, Fluff, Pre-Canon

Percy wants a new pencil box so he asks Santa for one.

A Forbidden Visit by OnceUponASunsetDream

G | 800 words | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Baby Percy, Good Father Poseidon, Crying

Percy had always had an odd feeling, a distant memory and he was certain that his father had visited him when he was a baby. He had to have, there was no way he had just abandoned them. He remembered a smile.

Strange Little Thing by hedgehodgy

G | 1.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Good Parent Poseidon, Family Bonding, Canon Divergence

The son of the Sea God was a strange little thing.

he breathed happiness into the sea by luvsikfairy

Not Rated | 1.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Sally Jackson/Poseidon

Baby Percy Jackson, Poseidon is a Good Parent, Family Feels

On the 18th of august of the fateful year of 1993, the sea was happy because perseus achilles jackson was born.

Daddy’s Got You by GabrielBubbles

T | 1.3k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Protective Poseidon, Domestic Fluff, Baby Percy

Poseidon goes against the law and visits his son.

Even Children Get Older (and I'm Getting Older Too) by jellifisho

G | 1.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Sally Jackson/Poseidon

Canon Compliant, Family Feels, Father-Son Relationship

Perseus Jackson is born on August 18th at 2:34 AM, weighing exactly seven pounds and three ounces. His eyes are the watery-blue-gray that so many newborns are born with, not yet settled into their color, and his black hair is just beginning to grow. Poseidon listens to his heartbeat, counts all his fingers and toes, and memorizes the shape his dark lashes make as they fan across his cheeks. Perseus is perfect in a way that only what is yours can be, and it’s been so long since Poseidon has held a child—much less his own child. Everything aches when he has to leave.

bones by elliemiller

T | 2.4k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

Poseidon is a Good Parent, Sally Jackson is a Good Parent, Hurt/Comfort

He had never known prayer; his mother had never placed any emphasis on religion. Instead, Percy only knew desperation. He bowed his head, and whispered to whoever was listening: “Mama never had any drinks. Gabe did, the bottles were his. I know he pushed her. Please, I know he killed her, but I can’t prove it. And he’s gonna hurt me if I say something. Please. Please, someone help me.” Or: After Sally dies, Poseidon interferes in Percy's life, defying the Big Three oath, and decides to raise him in Atlantis. Canon divergence.

Neon lights, underwater delights by rycbarm123

Not Rated | 3.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Abusive Gabe Ugliano, Seafam, Murder

Percy has a very bad, no good life after his stepfather enters the picture. It goes from bad to worse, and no one is in his corner. Thing is, he also apparently has a whole other side of his family he didn't know about.

[aki-bara]

Had an idea for a fic where Annabeth has to protect a baby Percy from monsters, so I started writing that instead of working on any of my other WIPs. Been getting lots of ideas, but mostly of the dramatic sort.

Is there anything cute or silly you'd want to see from a baby Percy who still has his powers?

Just looking to spitball some ideas. I've got Sally becoming more involved in the mythological world because of what's happened and that's been really fun. I need a title still, so maybe I'll go with something involving her or referencing their relationship? We'll see.

[askpercyandsally]

The sharks in the drawings look so good! I want to feed a shark!!

this is so fucking funny I love sharks

[mydairpercabeth]

just saw the most heartbreaking annabeth take from ep 3

[celestivlgvlvxy]

there’s something about poseidon showing up for sally.

luke tells percy that they burn what they’ll miss most so that gods will know that what they’re saying is important so they’re really listen.

but sally burns ice cream. ice cream that she has no attachment to. it’s not even baby percy’s ice cream. it’s just random leftover ice cream that she grabbed from a pile of dirty dishes.

the ice cream could not be more unimportant to sally. in the grand scheme of things, the ice cream is nothing.

but poseidon comes to her anyway. he shows up immediately after probably the most lackluster offering sally could give. he shows up anyway.

just…there’s something about poseidon showing up for sally.

[askpercyandsally]

like penguins!!!

semiaquatic secret agent

[askpercyandsally]

What is your zodiac sign? Do you think it fits you?

Percy: I have no idea what that is.

Sally: The zodiac is like... A way of predicting the future based on the date you were born and the constellations.

Percy: That's weird. It's just based on when you were born?

Sally: Yup! Yours is Leo, the lion.

Percy: What does that mean?

Sally: Hmm... I'm not sure. Let's look it up! Sally: Here it says Leos are generous, confident, and creative.

Percy: Oh. That doesn't really sound like me, does it?

Sally: Well your still growing, but personally I think you are very generous, confident, and creative.

Percy: You do?

Sally: Yes! You always want to help people. And you love drawing and making things. Honestly, I'm really lucky to have a son like you, Percy.

Percy: ...Thanks, Mom. Um, I think I'm lucky to have you too.

[king-wilhelm]

The book percy jackson (demigod I relate to and aspire to be like) to tv percy jackson (demigod I relate to and want to protect) is so real for those of us in our twenties

[demigods-posts]

i don't know man. but sometimes i think about percy breaking the news to nico that his sister's dead. and nico plummetting into depression, screaming at the boy he once thought of as a hero to die. and percy watching this ten-year-old disappear into the shadows mid sobbing. and percy's shaking and traumatized and exhausted. but he forces that pain down his throat and accepts the role as the prophecy kid so nico has a chance to create a future he wants. while percy's is set in stone. and i don't know man.

[askpercyandsally]

They look like they're having a nice nap. Wish I could play with them!

this picture is so beautiful to me, the colours brothers

[forrpercyy]

convinced I could tell someone who doesn’t know what pjo is that it’s a romance novel because

“the way her pulse aligned with mine when we held hands.” and “it looked as if our hands had merged, fused together at our life lines.” are such insane lines to be putting in a book meant for middle schoolers 😭

[readrantannotate]

Ok but you know what BROKE me about episode 8??

When Percy accidentally cut Luke and he looked so upset and immediately apologized, but Luke cut his arm without hesitation, MID APOLOGY.

[damnikindadontcare]

I’m still not emotionally prepared