#he'd trip over his own feet and then just stay face planted on the ground for a good 20 minutes

[sketchupnfries]

Rolan is one of my new faves. He needs a nap and a cookie

[vampcubus]

Hrrrrmmmm... Boys who; when you whistle, or tell them to "heel", or "sit", or "stay", they listen

"C'mon, pretty boy." You spin on your heel and start walking, slowing to a stop when you fail to hear footsteps behind you.

Turning around, you see him still standing there, expression clueless and kind of lost, like a puppy waiting to be picked at the shelter.

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He meets your stare - he always does, such a good boy - tilting his head like the puppy he is.

Trying to pinpoint your fixed gaze he turns slowly, craning his neck around him before turning his body fully to see no one else around him. Spinning back to look at you so quickly he almost loses his balance, he still looks a little bewildered, pointing at his chest for confirmation.

"What, do you not know how to heel?"

Eyes light up with excitement as he realizes your compliment and desparation as he hears your command, almost tripping in his effort to obey.

There's only one seat left in the room, couches and chairs taken up by your shared friends who had taken the liberty of getting comfortable as the two of you had gathered your own drinks from the kitchen.

"Ah, you can take the chair." He concludes without a second thought, not even comprehending an option where he lets you sit on the floor, moving to take his seat on the carpet.

"That's okay, I think we can make it work." You hum, but he's already shaking his head.

"Really, I don't mind." Truly, he doesn't. Heart full with the knowledge that he'll get to sit beside you, he draws beside the chair.

"What if-" He interrupts you this time, and for once his endearing need to accommodate you stirs some annoyance, "No, I'll just-"

"Sit." He's in the chair before his brain even registers your words. Thankfully his body was attuned to your whims; hands politely resting on the arms of the chair, feet planted square on the ground.

He doesn't dare turn to look at you or his friends, not sure if it's because he doesn't want to defer from his soldier-like posture or because he doesn't think he can face you without begging for another order.

Your hand caresses his neck as you slide into the chair, letting your butt fall into the gap between him and the chair before slinging your thighs over his, hanging your knees over the other arm of the chair. His hands automatically reach to steady you as you take your place, but hover just above touching you.

Your fingers never leave him, trailing over his shoulder as you extend your arm to hang around his neck. He can feel your warmth press against his side as you lean closer until your breath tickles his throat and your lips catch his ear as you whisper to him.

"Good boy."

"Stay down." He swallows. Throat dry. You'd noticed how flushed he seemed in your presence and offered to get him a drink. He was going to get it himself, desparate to serve you, when you gave the order and he felt his senses leave him.

A sweating glass hovers in front of his face and he has to remind himself to take it.

"Drink." You don't take your eyes off him. Addams apple bobbing, it burns to admit it but some desparate part of him hopes he's doing a good job for you. Thoughts spiralling past rationality, if he was anywhere close to his right mind he'd feel ashamed for being so desperate to think of something as simple as drinking as a performance of obedience.

But he's never in his right mind around you.

The urge to obey buzzes under his skin.

He can be so good for you, just give him a command, he'll do it, whatever you want, please just tell him what to do, give him a chance to prove how good he can be for you.

He doesn't realize he's panting, grip lose on the glass you gave him. Doesn't even notice when you take it away to set it somewhere safe.

"I thought I told you to stay down." You're in front of him now, hands gripping his thighs, on either side of his-

Mortification floods him.

His hands fly to cover himself-

"Stay." He freezes, hands twisting in his pants instinctively for something to ground him. Your voice leaves no room for argument, tone distant and harsh like you were scolding a dog.

His already hard cock twitches.

- Goku (DB) / Izuku, Shoto, Tenya, Denki (bnha) / Tanjirou, Zenitsu, Kyojurou, Akaza (kny) / Naruto, Lee, Shikamaru?, Choji? (Naruto) / Julian, I feel like kinda Asra and Muriel possibly? (Arcana) / Etc...

- 🐌

I AM GOING CRAZY OVER THIS, YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!! god i love puppycoded men so much. i'm going insaneeeee. will b re-reading this a lot, so thank you for sharing this meal 🧎‍♀️

[kkokopi]

their crush caught them staring

includes: shinichiro, mikey, chifuyu

warning(s): swearing

word count: 2095

Part 1 Part2 masterlist

shinichiro

i love this dork so much aaaaaaa

lets get one thing out of the way shinichiro isnt the most subtle when stealing glances

the man could literally hear your name in passing and he's already whipping his head in search for you

whether you do end up noticing or not is really an odd ball but those around you and those around him notice

a lot

one thing is certain though is everytime your eyes meet all cognitive and motor function in his brain stops working

what can i say he's weak for you

It was friday afternoon club hour when shinichiro was on his way to the school's parking to go grab up his precious babu to meet up with his gang

Now shinichiro wasn't ditching perse since he doesnt exactly belong to any club mainly due to the fact that the clubs that the school offered didn't exactly interest him the slightest only because he found it too much work. Considering that most activities required staying after school hours and some even before school hours or even weekends sounds too much for him to handle.

He's a busy man, yknow? the leader of one if not the most well-known gangs in all of japan for crying out loud he had no time for clubs

Though that didn't mean he couldn't spare a moment or two to watch you, right?

You, his precious crush was part of the cheerteam that always held practices by the field which was conveniently close to the school parking where he leaves his famed motorcycle.

God's blessing, he would often say

He'd always be extra slow on his walks to the parking whenever your team had practice (he probably had your whole training days schedule memorized by now) in hopes of getting a glance of you which he thinks makes his day better and if he were in a fight could endure a thousand punches.

Today, he was lucky to see you in all your glory, sipping on a blue sports bottle in the open as your team seemed to have dispersed into their own little spaces around the field to cool off.

'It must be water break' he concluded as he continued to watch you.

God, how could you make every mundane thing and action look so effortlessly breathtaking?

Your hair done up in a high ponytail, the way your cheer uniform fits and accentuates all the curves on your body, the way your eyes light up when one of your teammates called you over who then whispered in your ear and pointed at him wearing a teasing look

he could watch you all day

wait. . .

pointed at him. . .

he glanced from your teammate then back at you who was now locking gazes with him with your head tilted and a soft shy smile on your face you offered him a small wave

Did you just. . .

His heart did flips in his chest and he could feel a bubbling feeling in his stomach

A cheeky smile grows on his face as he brings a hand up in response

A whistle is heard, signaling the break was over. Looking once over back to Shinichiro you gave him another smile before leaving a stunned shinichiro who hadn't noticed he had stopped walking during this whole exchange.

He could see the way your teammate that pointed at him snicker before slinging an arm over you and taking you to the rest of the team who had now looked his way

Your eyes manage to find his again and he sends another wave before he ends up tripping over his own feet in his attempt to coolly walk off.

Takeomi who had been a couple meters away and saw the exchange dashed forward to help his "bro" who had face planted to the ground

Shinichiro's face could never have felt any hotter since not only you but your whole team saw

This was definitely going to be one of his core memories from now on.

In the midst of Takeomi helping him your eyes lock once more, concern and slight amusement pooled in those (e/c) of yours and something goes off within himself enough to have him standing back on his two feet as he sends you once more a confident smile and a thumbs up

Chifuyu

another one of the huge simp squad

secretly or subtly smiles when he sees you

kinda a hopeless romantic and overthinks a lot of your interactions as fate

canonly reads romance mangas so its kinda clear why

also he's subtle but not?

golden boy on the inside

buuut he got a reputation in school to uphold so he cant risk getting caught simping on 4k man

he'll never hear the end of it otherwise (baji)

so he tries to keep the staring on the downlow

he would be the type to turn his head away the moment you even so look to his direction but then would glance right back after a moment or two

on the occassion you do catch him staring he'd flush and mutter a small sorry regardless if you could hear or not and turn the other way

he would never admit it but just your gaze alone is enough for him to turn into putty

Chifuyu sat through his last class sketching on his notebook, gaze flittering over the classroom ever so often. His teacher's voice fading into the background as the class continued on, chifuyu's attention however was elsewhere

He didn't like math the slightest but despite not being geniunely interested to put actual effort into the subject, he knew enough about it to keep him from failing.

Besides there were more interesting things to do than actually listen to some old oaf talk.

'maybe if it was more interesting i'd actually pay attention' he reasoned

unconsciously his blue eyes would lazily scan the classroom before resting on your figure who sat two rows in front looking as concentrated as ever hunched over your notebook as you hurriedly took down notes.

Your side profile was something he was quite familiar with, having been seated adjacently two rows behind you for the last few semesters and yet it was something he could never get enough of.

You, (Y/n) (L/n), were his subject of interest. A mystery he was more than willing to solve rather than some traingle.

He remembers the day he first met you, when time seemed to stop. It was a scene seemingly straight out a shojo manga.

The way your hair bounced when you walked, your vibrant smile and your eyes that met his for a split second, shoulders brushing as you passed eachother in the hallway.

He couldn't help but look back towards your figure that was walking to the opposite direction.

You were mesmerizing. It was then he decided that You had the face that deserved to be materialized on a canvas or sculpted on marble

A smile made its way on his face at the memory as he picked up his pen once more and gliding it over the sheet of his notebook with light memorized strokes.

He couldn't remember when he did start making sketches of you when he was bored but it was enough to fill a month's worth of a notebook

As if it were muscle memory by now, chifuyu swears he might even have your whole side profile and features memorized by now

Bringing his cheek to rest on his open palm he continues with his little sketch, eyes alternating from you and to the drawing trying to make sure they were made almost as accurate as he could.

Though you must've sensed someone staring because you shifted in your seat a little and turned your head towards his direction slightly to which he shifted his head and gaze back down to his notebook to avoid getting caught

Though once he looked up to glance at you once more he was surprised to see you both locking gazes.

Heat slowly rushed up to his face as he was caught in the act, blinking away he mumbled a small "sorry" despite not you being able to hear it before turning his attention to the teacher for the first time this whole period.

His ears still burned pink minutes after but he missed the way you smiled at his cute fludtered antics.

Mikey

Stares at you with the intention of having you look back at him

Boy loves attention in general but he loves it more when the attention comes from you

having his eyes meet yours sends him to a different type of happiness and is the type to smile when it happens

maybe even call your name and send a wave your way

looks calm on the outside but is really giddy on the inside

would tune out the entire world snd focus solely on you whose attention has landed on him

wont be the one to look away first unless its really urgent

if he could he would love to have your gaze on him forever and his on yours

he gets the sudden need to show off whenever you look his way but he tries to be subtle about it

keyword to subtle

Emma squealed as she tugged Mikey's arm and dragged him towards the entrance of the mall where his friends were waiting.

Among those friends were Draken, Chifuyu, Takemichi along with Hina

The latter being excited upon seeing the female Sano met her halfway into a hug before ditching the four males and entered the mall with linked arms.

“I guess that’s our cue to head in,” Draken sighs

Thinking back at it now Mikey doesn't exactly remember the last time this month he had visited the mall at all since most his outdoor trips consisted of the sweets shop two streets down that sold his favorite dorayaki and the musashi shrine where they held their Toman meetings.

Perhaps this outing was a blessing in disguise and gave them a day where he can hang out with his friends doing what supposedly normal teenagers do on weekends

“. . .So where do you guys want to go?” Takemichi asks breaking the silence because it was clear that Hina and Emma had already ran off to do their own thing

“Hmmm theres an arcade around here if i remember right,” chifuyu says

“We could place bets!〜☆” Mikey proposed with eyes gleaming before a mischievous glint turned up on his eyes, “Loser can buy us all lunch!”

All four of them on board of the idea made their way into the arcade before deciding which game they should settle this bet on

From across the entrance Mikey could see your familiar figure donned with casual wear playing a shooting game with your friends not too far from the Punch Machine

Almost as if you could sense him you turned to have your eyes meet with his and a smile made its way up his face as he waved at you unashamed while you sent a small wave back before you continued on gaming with your friends

“What about you Mikey?” Takemichi asked the blonde male who was looking at the distance not paying attention to the conversation

“Mikey?” He called once more, it was like talking to a brick wall until he followed the male’s gaze who was staring over at you

Draken was growing impatient wih Mikey’s lack of response so he took matters into his own hands before pulling on mikeys hair with an “Oi Takemitchy just asked you a question”

A shocked Takemichi waved his hands furiously before telling draken that the act was unnecessary

“Ah, just wanted to ask your opinion on what game you wanted to do,”

“That one!” Mikey pointed at the punching machine without haste, “the one who sckres lowest on that machine loses!”

“Bet I’ll do better than you Ken-chin,” Mikey taunted

“Your fucking on pipsqueak”

He’d never let the opportunity pass to show off especially if it’s in front of you

"Not to be that guy," Chifuyu says, "I hope you have enough money on you Takemichi"

Bonus:

Takemichi lost horribly (though we sint surprised right?)

Mikey won with a kick but is sour that the gap between he and Draken's score was just by a mere 30

Still he looks over at you to see if you saw him win

Smug that you did see

Takemichi crying in the corner counting his money while Chifuyu pets him on the back

Hey guys asks and requests are officially open!

Also I might turn this into a crush series, whatdyall think?

[thewidowsghost]

The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 7

(Y/n)'s  POV

The next few days I settle into a routine that feels almost normal if you don't count the fact that I am getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.

Each morning I take Ancient Greek with Annabeth, and we talk about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which is kind of weird. I discover that Annabeth is right about my dyslexia: Ancient Greek isn't hard for me to read. At least, no harder than English. After a few mornings, I can read a few lines of Homer without too much headache.

The rest of the day, I'd rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something Percy and I are good at. Chiron tries to teach Percy archery, but the three of us find out pretty quickly that he isn't any good with a bow and arrow, but I find that I was pretty okay at it.

The only thing Percy and I excelled at is canoeing, and that isn't the kind of heroic skill people expect to see from the kids who had beaten the Minotaur.

I know the senior counselors are watching the two of us, trying to decide who our dad is, but they aren't having an easy time of it. Percy and I aren't as strong as the Ares kids, or as good at archery as the Apollo kids. I don't have Hepheastus's skill with metalwork or - gods forbid - Dionysus's with vine plants. Luke tells me and Percy one night that we might be children of Hermes, a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. But I get the feeling that he is just trying to make us feel better. He didn't know what to make of us either.

One day, I am out by the canoe lake, just sitting on the dock, when I look over my shoulder to see Annabeth walking down the dock. She silently sits down beside me.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Annabeth wonders and I gather my thoughts before speaking.

"What if I'm not good at anything? What happens if I never get claimed?" I look over, my sea-green eyes meeting Annabeth's stormy-gray eyes.

Annabeth's gaze is slightly sympathetic and when she answers, her response doesn't really make me feel better. "You'd stay in the Hermes cabin."

I nod before gazing down the calm water of the lake again.

. . .

Thursday afternoon, three days after I'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood, I have my first sword-fighting lesson. Everyone from Cabin Eleven gathers in the big circular arena, where Luke would be our instructor.

We start with basic stabbing and slashing, using some straw-stuffed dummies in Greek armor.

I can't feel a blade that feels right in my hands. Either they are too heavy, or too light, or too long. Luke tries his best to fix me up, but he agrees that none of the practice blades seem to work for me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Annabeth and Chiron standing at the entrance of the arena.

We move to duel in pairs and Luke announces that he would be my partner, and Percy would have an older camper since it's our first time.

"Good luck," one of the campers tells me. "Luke's the best swordsman in the last three hundred years."

I face Luke, an uneasy expression on my face and he shoots me a reassuring smile.

3rd Person POV

Annabeth and Chiron watch (Y/n) and Luke's demonstration, and even Chiron is slightly interested as he watches (Y/n).

Luke thrusts his sword forward and (Y/n) instinctively sidesteps, and Luke, expecting to hit (Y/n)'s shield, stumbles forward.

Luke's eyes narrow and he presses her with more force.

(Y/n) steps forward and tries a thrust of her own and Luke deflects it easily.

The two's blades clash over and over again for a minute or so when the sword in (Y/n)'s hand grows heavy; the balance not quite right.

She tries the disarming maneuver that Luke had been talking about earlier.

(Y/n)'s blade hits the base of Luke's and she twists, putting her whole weight into a downward thrust.

Clang!

Luke's sword rattles against the stone; (Y/n)'s blade is an inch from his undefended chest.

The other campers are silent.

(Y/n) lowers her sword. "Sorry," she says sheepishly.

For a moment, Luke is too stunned to speak.

"Sorry?" his scarred face breaks into a grin. "By the gods, (Y/n), why are you sorry? Show me that again!"

This time, there is only a little bit of sparring before Luke hits the hilt of (Y/n)'s sword and sends it skidding across the floor.

After a long pause, someone in the audience says, "Beginner's luck?"

Luke wipes the sweat off his brow, appraising (Y/n) with an entirely new interest. "Maybe," he says. "But I wonder what (Y/n) could do with a balanced sword. . ."

. . .

Friday night, after dinner, there is a lot more excitement than usual.

At last, it's time for capture the flag.

When the plates are cleared away, the conch horn sounds, and all the campers stand at their tables.

Campers yell and cheer as Annabeth and two of her siblings run into the pavilion carrying a silk banner. It is about ten feet long, glistening gray, with a painting of a barn owl above an olive tree. From the opposite side of the pavilion, Clarisse and her buddies run in with another banner, of identical size, but gaudy red, painted with a blood spear and a boar's head.

Percy turns to Luke and yells over the noise, "Those are the flags?"

"Yeah."

"Ares and Athena always lead the teams?" (Y/n) asks curiously.

"Not always," he answers. "But often."

"So, if another cabin captures one, what do you do - repaint the flag?" Percy asks.

He grins. "You'll see. First, we have to get one."

Luke fives Percy a sly look, as if he knows something the other two don't. The scar on his face makes Luke look almost evil in the torchlight. "We've made a temporary alliance with Athena. Tonight, we get the flag from Ares. And you are going to help."

The teams are announced. Athena had allied with Apollo and Hermes, the two biggest cabins. Privileges had been traded —shower times, chore schedules, the best slots for activities—to win support.

Ares had allied themselves with everybody else: Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus. From what Percy'd seen, Dionysus's kids were good athletes, but there were only two of them. Demeter's kids had the edge with nature skills and outdoor stuff, but they weren't very aggressive. Aphrodite's sons and daughters he wasn't too worried about. They mostly sat out every activity and checked their reflections in the lake and did their hair and gossiped. Hephaestus's kids weren't pretty, and there were only four of them, but they were big and burly from working in the metal shop all day. They might be a problem. That, of course, left Ares's cabin: a dozen of the biggest, ugliest, meanest kids on Long Island, or anywhere else on the planet.

Chiron hammers his hoof on the marble.

"Heroes!" he announces. "You all know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!"

He spreads his hand and the tables are suddenly coated in metal equipment: helmets, bronze swords, speaks, oxhide shields covered in metal.

"Whoa!" Percy says. "We're supposed to use these?"

Luke looks at him as if he's crazy. "Unless you want to get skewered by your friends in cabin five. Here — Chiron thought these would fit. You'll be on border patrol, (Y/n), you're with me, I want to see what you can do with that sword."

Luke hands (Y/n) a circular shield and she straps it onto her arm. She tests the weight of the shield and is satisfied with the fact that it's not too light or too heavy.

Annabeth yells, "Blue Team, forward!"

The Blue Team cheers and shakes their swords and follows her down the path to the south side of the woods. The Red Team yells taunts at them as they head off to the north.

Percy manages to catch up to Annabeth, (Y/n) at his heels, without Percy tripping over his heavy equipment.

"Hey," Percy says; Annabeth keeps marching. "So what's the plan?" he asks. "Got any magic items you can loan me?"

Annabeth's hand drifts towards her pocket, as if afraid he'd taken something.

"Just watch Clarisse's spear," she tells Percy. "You don't want that thing touching you. Otherwise, don't worry. We'll take the banner from Ares. (Y/n), come with me."

With a blink, the two girls had ran forward, leaving Percy in the dust. . . .

Once they're in positions, a conch horn blows, and (Y/n), who Annabeth had left with Luke, sneaks forward.

She moves forward a few yards and instinctively raises her shield against an Ares camper. (Y/n) thrusts her sword and the Ares camper sidesteps. Changing her momentum, (Y/n) does a spin, hitting the Ares camper in the stomach with her shield; the camper falls to the ground.

Feeling more confident in herself, (Y/n) slinks into the shadows, her shield and sword low as not to glow from any lights nearby.

(Y/n) makes it across the boundary into enemy territory and sneaks forward a few more yards until she hears Clarisse's voice, "Give him a haircut. Grab his hair."

(Y/n) changes direction, breaking into a run and then bursting from the line of trees.

The five Ares campers turn on her and three advance, Clarisse and another continuing to beat on Percy.

(Y/n) swings the flat of her sword and hits the first guy's head and he crumples to the ground.

Two other guys come at her and she slams her shield into one's face and uses her sword to shave off the horsehair plume on his helmet.

(Y/n) steps into the water and pulls her twin to his feet, feeling as though she'd eaten some of her mother's double espresso beans.

Clarisse and the fourth guy advance and the guy swing his sword, catching (Y/n)'s shield arm and leaving a huge cut, from her wrist to elbow.

Percy catches Clarisse's electric spear with the edge of his shield and sword and snaps it like a twig.

"Ah!" she yells. "You idiot! You corpse-breath worm!"

She probably would've said worse, but Percy smacks her between the eyes with his sword-but and sends her stumbling backward out of the creek.

Then the twins hear yelling, elated screams, and see Luke raising towards the boundary line with the red team's banner lifted high. He is flanked by a couple of Hermes guys covering his retreat, and a few Apollos behind them, fighting off the Hephaestus kids. The Ares folks get up and Clarisse mutters a dazed curse.

"A trick!" Clarisse screams. "It was a trick."

The Ares kids stagger after Luke, but it's too late. Everyone converges on the creek as Luke runs across into friendly territory. The Blue team explodes into cheers and the red banner shimmers and turns to silver. The boar and spear are replaced with a huge caduceus, the symbol of Cabin Eleven. Everyone on the Blue Team picks up Luke and starts carrying him around on their shoulders. Chiron canters out from the woods and blows the conch horn.

(Y/n)'s POV

The game was over. We'd won.

Percy and I are about to join the celebration when Annabeth's voice, right next to me in the creek, says, "Not bad, hero."

I look, an eyebrow quirked, but Annabeth isn't there.

"Where the heck did you learn to fight like that?" Annabeth asks. The air shimmers, and she materialized, holding a Yankees baseball cap as if she'd just taken it off her head.

"You set me up," Percy says, looking slightly angry. "You put me here because you knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out."

Annabeth shrugs, "I told you. Athena always, always has a plan."

"A plan to get my pulverized," Percy retorts.

"I came as fast as I could. I was about to step in . . ." she shrugs. "You didn't need help."

Then she notices my wounded arm. "How did you do that?"

"It's a sword cut," I respond. "Where do you think it came from?"

"No. It was a sword cut," Annabeth says. "Look at it."

I look down. The blood is gone; where the huge cut had been, there is a long white scratch, and even that is fading. As I watch, it turns into a small scar and disappears.

"I - I don't get it," I stutter.

Annabeth is thinking hard. I can almost see the gears turning. She looks down at my feet, then at Clarisse's broken spear, and says, "Step out of the water, (Y/n)."

"What -" I question.

"Just do it."

I step out of the creek and immediately feel bone tired. I almost fall over but Annabeth steadies me.

"Oh, Styx," she curses. "This is not god. I didn't want . . . I assumed it would be Zeus . . ."

Before I can ask what she means, I hear a canine grows.

A howl rips through the forest.

The campers' cheering dies instantly. Chiron shots something in Ancient Greek, "Stand ready! My bow!"

Annabeth draws her sword.

There on the rocks, just above us is a black hound the size of a rhino, with lava-red eyes and fangs like daggers.

And it's looking right at me.

Nobody moves except Annabeth, who yells, "(Y/n), run!"

She tries to step in front of me, but the hound is too fast. It leaps over her - an enormous shadow with teeth - and just as it hits me, as I stumble backward and feel its razor-sharp claws ripping through my armor.

There is a cascade of thwacking sounds, like forty pieces of paper being ripped one after another; from the hound's sprouts a cluster of arrows.

The monster falls dead at my feet.

By some miracle, I am alive. I don't want to look underneath the ruins of my shredded armor and sway a little. My chest feels warm and wet, and I know I am badly cut. Another second and the monster would've turned me into a hundred pounds of deli meat.

Chiron trots up next to us, a bow in his hand, his face grim.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth says softly. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't...they're not supposed to..."

"Someone summoned it," Chiron murmurs. "Someone inside the camp."

Luke comes over, the banner in his hand forgotten, his moment of glory gone.

Clarisse yells, "It's all Percy's fault! Percy summons it!"

"Be quiet, child," Chiron tells her.

We watch the body of the hellhound melts into the shadow, soaking into the ground as it disappears.

"You're wounded," Annabeth tells me. "Quick, (Y/n), get in the water."

I'm too tired to argue and I step back into the creek, the whole camp gathering around me.

Instantly, I fell better; I fell the cuts on my chest closing up.

Some of the campers gasp.

"Look, I - I don't know why," I say, trying to apologize. "I'm sorry . . ."

But they aren't watching my wounds heal, they're staring up at something above mine and Percy's heads.

"(Y/n), Percy," Annabeth says, pointing. "Um . . ."

By the time I look up, the sign is already fading, but I can still make out the hologram of green light, spinning and gleaming.

A three-tipped spear: a trident.

"Your father," Annabeth murmurs. "This is really not good."

All around me, campers start kneeling, even Ares cabin, though they don't look happy about it.

"Our father?" Percy asks, looking completely bewildered.

"Poseidon," says Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus and (Y/n) Jackson, Son, and Daughter of the Sea God."

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