Tags: polyamory (m/m/f), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, pining, possessiveness, mortals/no gods
Main Pairing: Ares/Aphrodite/Percy
@polympians-event Prompt: modern AU/no powers.
@writersmonth Pride Month Bingo Prompt: pink/sex
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Summary: Percy was hopelessly pining for the captains of the football team and the cheerleading squad, who were a very happily mated alpha and omega pair already, while he was still unpresented. Until he actually presents, during a football game.
Part 1: The Jock and the Cheerleader
Percy Jackson was a stupid, love-sick fool, who liked to live dangerously.
Because he couldn't help stare longingly at Aphrodite, the head cheerleader. She was the perfect omega, she was stunning and breathtaking and beautiful, with the longest legs and big, soft curves, long blonde hair falling down around her frame in broad curls, eyes a shimmering heterochromia between blue, green and brown, and the most kissable bow-shaped lips. Easily the prettiest girl in the entire school and everybody knew that, and nobody knew it better than her boyfriend.
Which was where Percy living dangerously came into play. Because usually, people who looked at Aphrodite for too long, or too hornily, got punched square in the face. Alphas especially. So Percy lived lucky being unpresented – most people presented when they turned sixteen, which Percy had a few months ago, but it wasn't too rare for someone to present later. Unpresented meant uninteresting, in this case. His scent wasn't heightened, so Ares couldn't pick up the scent of arousal as easily as with a fellow alpha. And that, that was even a double blessing, for Percy.
Because Aphrodite wasn't the only one he looked at with longing and lust. Percy was a fool who had actually fallen for the both of them, the mated pair of cheerleader captain and football jock, the most celebrated alpha and omega. It was stupid and foolish and he knew it was entirely pointless on so many accounts – they were alpha and omega, already mated, so why would they be looking at all, and he was unpresented, they were social royalty at school, cheer captain and football team captain, while he was a total nobody at their school, the troublemaker at best, and even outside of school, Aphrodite was super rich and Ares' dad had been a famous football player himself, while Percy's mom and him were struggling to get by.
So Percy's little crush was something that lived secretly in his mind he just hoped that he wouldn't present for a long time, so he could keep getting away with it, because he couldn't imagine how angry Ares would be if he could smell just how pathetically hung-up Percy was on them.
Naturally, life didn't like to play by what Percy wanted. No, it was during the middle of what might be the season's most important game ('might' because that was what Percy heard and, quite frankly, Percy had no damn clue about football, he just liked watching hot guys push each other around and hot cheerleaders jump around in short skirts. It was pan heaven, honestly). His eyes were on the pink skirt hugging Aphrodite's waist and the way it flipped whenever she jumped, and then all of a sudden, he was overwhelmed by a suffocatingly hot feeling. He gasped, clutching his heart. Sweat started to trickle down his temple and he gave a small whimper.
He sat in the front row, so he could see the cheerleaders the best, and whatever was going on with him was drawing attention. The people left and right to him either ignored him deliberately or gave him concerned glances – Annabeth had given him a deadpan 'no' when he'd asked if she came, because he thought football was a brutal and stupid sport and she had better things to do with her time, and Grover had a date with his girlfriend Juniper already, so Percy had gone to this game alone and he thought that was okay, but right now, he was regretting it.
Another whimper escaped him as the cheerleaders, who'd just ended their routine as the break was coming to an end, walked back to the bench. Either the noise or his change of scent caught their attention. Or rather, caught Aphrodite's attention. The captain stared straight at him. The very last thing Percy saw before passing out was pink, making him whine softly.
The first thing Percy saw when he woke up was pink, stretching tight around big, soft breasts. Aphrodite's breasts. And Percy really should not be able to identify them on sight. That was pathetic. Though then he noted that… they were really, really close to his face. He was looking down at them, kind of looking down into her cleavage actually. Huh. He blinked and snuggled closer to the warm, sweet-smelling body he was laying on. Wait. That… That meant he was laying on Aphrodite, if he had this weird angle on her boobs? There were fingers, running through his hair.
Percy blinked sluggishly, unsure who she was talking to, so he tilted his head up to look at her. She was looking directly at him. And her eyes were even prettier up close like this, making it hard to think of words to say. Someone behind Percy grunted, drawing his attention after all. Thick, musky scent, with a note of copper. Bulky arms, crossed over a muscular chest. Only wearing a white wife beater, no longer in his football uniform. Sharp cheekbones and even sharper eyes, glaring at Percy.
Right. Because Percy was, for some reason, laying on Ares' girlfriend. He jumped a little, trying to get off her, but she already had one arm around his waist and was quick to wrap her other arm around him too, growling softly. Percy reacted instinctively as he whimpered and stopped. It earned him a pleased near purring sound from the omega – and oh, Percy could fully smell her now, all the beautiful flowery notes and that hint of sea air. She pulled him back down, one hand going up to cup the back of his head and guide it back down onto her shoulder.
"Good boy," Aphrodite whispered pleased, kissing the top of Percy's head. "Now, answer the question. How are you feeling, baby?"
Oh, wait so she had meant him with baby? His cheeks heated up a lot and he could feel the spark of arousal pool in his belly at the realization, loving the way that name sounded if it meant him, if she meant him. A deep, dark growl from behind, probably because the scent of his arousal spread. Because he… had presented. That was what had happened to him, that was why he could smell them so much now, which meant they could smell him better now too. Ares was going to murder him. That thought made him try to get up again, which only made Aphrodite growl again, louder this time, tightening her grip on him and pulling him back down.
"Will you stop that now?" Aphrodite chided, the growl still in her voice – and that should not be as hot as it was, making his arousal spike even more. "Presenting is very exhausting, you need rest, sweetie. Just stay here, be good and rest right here."
"But-" Percy spoke up, eyes darting over to Ares doubtfully.
Ares was still sitting on the chair next to the bed, arms crossed, glare on his face. They were in the school infirmary, Percy realized in that moment. Ares turned to look at him as he spoke, which was when Percy noticed that Ares… hadn't been glaring at him, Ares had been glaring at the door. Why.
"Don't worry about it," Ares grumbled. "I'm keeping watch."
Wait, what. Percy made a confused noise, looking between Ares and Aphrodite. Why?
Percy, not being known to keep his mouth shut, asked exactly that. "Why?"
Aphrodite laughed, her fingers returning to caressing Percy in such a soothing manner, he started making a weird rumbly noise. Purring. Wait. No. That wasn't right. Only ome… Oh. Only omegas purred. His eyes widened in surprise. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Cool, cool, cool. He was an omega.
"Alphas are ridiculously protective of their omegas. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
Of course they were, everybody knew that. That was why Percy still waited to have his head ripped off for practically snuggling up to Aphrodite's boobs (very soft. Much comfort). This was fully not allowed, alphas with less of a temper than Ares would be ripping people's heads off for this. So this made absolutely no sense. Why would Ares be watching the door, instead of murdering Percy?
"Stop worrying your pretty, little head, baby," Aphrodite's fingers massaged his temple more firmly, in such a soothing manner. "You just rest. Your body's going through a lot right now, it'll need energy. So you rest, and we'll watch over you, make sure you're safe, mh?"
That sounded good, and his head hurt and he was really, really tired, so he gave up, for now, allowing his eyes to close. He snuggled into the soft comfort and the sweet scent.
The next time he woke up was even more bizarre, because he was in an all pink bedroom, with pink satin sheets, glittery and half-see-through curtains around the large bed. Blinking in confusion, he sat up and looked around. This was definitely not the infirmary anymore and it was also not his room, so where in the—oh hell no, that was impossible. His eyes landed on a cork-board with so many pictures pinned to it, of the cheer squad, but most of them of Aphrodite and Ares. Was he… Was he in Aphrodite's bedroom? How would he even get her? Why would he be there?
"You're awake," Ares' voice was gruff as he entered. "Good."
At this point, Percy was fairly sure that Ares wasn't going to rip his head off, not after the infirmary and after all, he must have gotten here somehow, so… Still, he was in Aphrodite's bed, the bed of a mated omega, and her alpha mate just walked in and he couldn't help but tense nervously. There would have been a snarky reply on his lips in any other circumstances, but this was all too wild.
"Here," Ares grunted as he tossed a paper bag at him. "Burgers and fries. We didn't… know how you like it so we just ordered a regular one, with bacon."
"Oh! Oh, he's awake!" Aphrodite's voice was cheerful as she pushed past her mate. "Hey, baby. We brought food – don't growl at me, Arey – Ares 'caught' you food, look at the good alpha provider he is, yadda-yadda-yadda. Here is a milkshake, I got you strawberry."
Aphrodite hopped over to him and onto the bed right next to him, holding out a strawberry milkshake. Percy blinked at her, still far too confused. Ares walked up to them and sat down on the bed too, on Percy's other side. Arms crossed over his chest once more as he leaned against the headboard. His eyes were on Percy, watching closely. After a moment, Percy's stomach let him know that the scent of burger and fries was too tempting to deny, so he got the burger out of the bag and bit into it. He sighed contently at the taste, earning a pleased, low growl from Ares.
"Thanks," Percy motioned down. "At the food. But also, why did you kidnap me?"
Aphrodite laughed at that. "Kidnap is such a harsh word."
"Well, I was unconscious and you brought me somewhere I've never been, so like… yeah no, this is fully a kidnapping," Percy crossed his legs underneath himself. "So. Why? What's going on here?"
"Well, the school nurse contacted your mom, but…"
"Oh," Percy's eyes widened. "Her and Paul are on a cruise."
"Yeah," Aphrodite tilted her head. "But the school closes at one point, you know. And they didn't know what to do with you. So, I offered that you could stay with me."
"That…" Percy bit his lip, trying hard not to blush. "Thank you. That's nice. I don't get why, since we have like literally never even spoken with each other before, like, I didn't even know you knew I existed! And earlier, you were literally cuddling me! While your boyfriend sat by!"
He was gesturing wildly, motioning over at Ares, who just huffed but looked amused. Aphrodite tilted her head and reached out, petting his upper arm gently and smiling at him. What?
"Of course we know who you are, everyone at school knows who you are, Percy. You challenged our corrupt principal and got Kronos arrested, with Mister Brunner's help. Everyone knows that. You're like a little celebrity," Aphrodite looked amused. "But yes. You're right. We've never really… spoken. Didn't want to tempt anything. Relationship between presented and unpresented people are tricky and frowned upon and I knew if we'd get to know you, it would be hard to keep from pinning you against the nearest wall and kissing you silly."
Percy's eyes widened and his head turned deep, dark red. There was also that stupid arousal again and he could see on their faces that they could smell it. Ares' chest rumbled with a pleased sound. Aphrodite smiled lightly at Percy, resting her hands on his thighs – bare thighs, wait, why bare? Looking down, he noticed that he was only wearing his boxers and a shirt that was not his.
"I wanted to put you in one of my babydoll nightgowns, I thought it'd look really cute on you, but Ares said that wouldn't be 'okay'," Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "So we put you in one of his shirts, but I am fairly sure the possessive bastard just wanted to see you wear his clothes."
"I wouldn't mind seeing you in that babydoll either," Ares muttered, looking at Percy with hunger. "But I thought that might make you uncomfortable and we didn't need you even more uncomfortable for this conversation that you already seemed earlier."
That… was unexpectedly thoughtful of the alpha. Percy stared at him doe-eyed. Wait, no, hold on. Beyond the fact that they wanted to dress him up, had Aphrodite just said that they wanted him?
"You… want me?" Percy blinked, repeatedly, fully dazed.
"Yes, doll," Ares sighed and rolled his eyes. "You do know that you're like the most sought after single and all the damn alphas on the damn team have been hoping you would present as an omega. The shit I had to listen to in the locker room, when you're supposed to be mine, and only I should get to do those things to you. And Aphrodite, she too."
"Yes," Aphrodite smirked, her hands still on Percy's thighs, wandering up. "Aphrodite too. Mine."
Huh, okay. So. The world was fully upside down. Got it. Percy watched as Aphrodite leaned closer and closer until she pressed her lips against his, kissing him softly. Oh. Oh, this was nice. Tilting his head, he melted into the kiss. Until the alpha with them growled, making them break their kiss.
"As pretty as it is to watch my omegas kiss," Ares leaned over, grasping Percy's neck. "C'mere."
Okay, more kissing. Nice. Very nice. Percy could totally get used to that. And to the tingly feeling that it gave him to hear Ares refer to him as 'his omega'. Percy leaned against Ares' chest, palms against strong muscles. So nice. Aphrodite pressed against him from behind, kissing his neck.
"Okay," Percy nodded slowly. "This is nice. This is a lot. But nice."
The couple laughed at that and settled down, on either side of him. Both pressing against him.
"Eat your burger, doll," Ares reached out for the bag. "Your body burned a lot of energy. Refuel."
"And then rest some more," Aphrodite snuggled up to him. "Rest, and we'll watch over you, and everything else will come later, when you feel better, mh? Presenting is exhausting and confusing. Just rest and recharge, the only thing that matters for now is that you're ours."
"You are damn possessive," Percy mumbled, mouth full of burger. "I hope this will at the very least entail me getting to wear Ares' Letterman jacket too. For the record."
That made both Ares and Aphrodite laugh beside him, causing Percy to smile and relax.
