Warning: implied Marital Rape and reference to repeated spousal abuse - nothing explicit or detailed
Its only 2 centuries into her marriage and Persedione is drowning.
Hera and her mother Athena do what they can but even as Olympians and Council members there is little they can do to protect her from her husband.
They had tried ofcourse but Zeus had made it clear that marital disputes were not the Councils problem.
Though, if the concerned looks her grandfather had begun to send her were anything to go by, the man was beginning to regret that decree.
As it stood only her father had the right to make demands on her behalf to her husband and Poseidon is... busy.
Rhodes marriage had fallen apart not long after hers began.
Helios had outed his Mother In Law to her husband at the Wedding Celebration and been cursed by Aphrodite for it.
Not even a few days later their once happy marriage had been in ruins as Helios galavanted off to follow an arrogant mortal around like a lost puppy.
Hephestus had divorced Aphrodite for her infidelity but not before embarising her and Ares before the whole Pantheon and making them both a laughing stock.
Two marriages destroyed. One joyous, the other already on the rocks.
Two centuries later and Rhodes was still furious over the situation.
The enchantment had eventually broken but Helios refusal to cast asside the children and grandchildren he had sired during his infidelity had Rhodes roth with rage.
Her Temper was egged on by their Father and his Lady Wife, both of whom were furious over their daughters treatment at the hands of her husband.
The seas themselves responded to their rulers rage. Even two centuries later, ship wrecks and drownings at an all time high
With so much death and horror taking place within the Seas currents, Perse had been at first unable and later unwilling to draw her Oceanic parents attention to her own predicament.
There was little her father could do and his intervention would not be worth the innocent lives it cost.
And if a part of her cried over her Fathers indifference and negligence towards her well being, she never voiced it. After all, better to suffer in silence then risk discovering that Poseidon had known and simply hadn't cared.
Apollo's behaviour hadn't been too terrible at first, the sun god content to ignore his new Wife's existance for the first decade of their marriage.
They hadn't even consumated the union!
Persedione had tentatively begun to accept the idea that she should treat their relationship as a rather odd vow of chastity that came with a absent boss when Apollo came barelling back into her life.
The god had been consumed by wrath, convinced that she had somehow betrayed her marital vows to sleep with another.
Her desperate pleas of innocence had fallen on death ears and it hadn't been until the god felt her virginity shatter under his own ministrations that he believed her.
Her Lord Husband had been apologetic in the aftermath, tending to her every injury with gentle hands and gentler words but the damage was done.
Intentionally or not Apollo had set the tone for their relationship with his jealous rage and need to own every part of her.
Noone who knew what he had done would be suprised by what followed, for as much as Apollo was lauded as the god of Healing and Poetry he was also the god of Plagues and Curses.
Divine retribution was an artform that he had perfected.
Apollo began taking an interest in his wife but where once Sweet Persedione of the Tranquil Waters would have tentatively encouraged and welcomed her Husband's presence, now she dreaded every interaction.
Every moment between them was marred by violence as Apollo's jealousy and need for control took root and grew into something ugly and cruel.
The Sea did not like to be restrained and Apollo wanted a wife who would submit, not a Riptide that would buck and fight every command.
In the aftermath of that first night Perse had fled to Hera. The goddess had held her as she broke apart before piecing her back together into something presentable that could face her mother without shame.
Athena may be a virgin goddess but her primary Domain was Wisdom for a reason, all it had taken was one look at her daughter to understand what had occured.
Athena had raged, cursed and fumed. Only the knowledge that her daughter needed her more than vengeance had kept her from enacting violence upon her half brother in that moment. - that and the knowledge that if her brother chose to punish her daughter for her mothers behaviour there would be nothing Athena could do to stop him.
Once her little dove slumbered in her Stepmothers embrace Athena had attempted to hunt down her daughters no good father to no avail.
Poseidon refused to answer her calls, most likely believing she was there to 'talk sense' into him over his bastard and her jilted husband. Fool.
With the men proving to be less than useless Athena and Hera worked together to come up with reasons for Perse to leave Olympus and when all else failed, spirited her away to places where Apollo couldn't find her.
By the end of their first century of marriage all of the Olympian Council save her Father were aware of the tragedy her marriage had become.
Apollo had grown sloppy about healing his wifes bruises and it become near impossible to justify how her father had remained ignorant.
Persedione told herself that this was a good thing, her fathers wrath could drown whole continents and she could not bear to carry so many deaths upon her conscience. But the part of her that would always crave her parents love could not help but question why her suffering was so easily dismissed by her sea born kin.
Eventually even Zeus became concerned for the petite goddess, partnering with Hades to grant her a Chthonic domain.
He claimed that it was so she could help clean up after her fathers tantrums but the all saw the satisfied glint in his eyes as he ignored Apollo's silent fuming to softly explain to his granddaughter that the domain allowed her to guide drowned souls and any who died without proper buriel rites to the Underworld for judgement.
It would be alot of extra work, far away from Olympus.
Perse was exstatic, forgetting decorumn for a moment to hug her grandfather tightly as she professed her thanks. No one commented on the tears that spilled from sea green eyes, just as noone had commented on the burnt bronze band of bruising still visoble on her wrists.
It was not just the escape from her hisband that had the Sea goddess so excited, but the fact that these new duties allowed her to help her poor sister Kymopoleia who had been terribly overworked these last century as the only Chthonic god able to gather drowned souls.
The 2 had always gotten along but quickly became close working togethwr as thwy realised how kuch they had in common. Kym's feelings of isolation from the family were a mirror to her own and the storm goddess's position as an outcast from the atlantean court placed her firmly within Perse domains and made her easy to relate to and love.
Kym brought out the rebellious part of her and never shied away from the more wild parts of her nature.
In the long hours thet worked side by side it was easy to admit to her troubles and worries.
Kym was the only member of hwr Sea born kin to realise the state of her marriage and often caused storms to batter Delos as retribution for Apollos brutish behaviour.
The realisation of her younger sisters state and how their parents had failed to pick up on it due to their focus still being on Rhodes furthered the divide between Poseidon and the eldest of his children.
Kym had never quite forgiven him for dismissing her anger over her forced marriage so readily. The fact he was indulging Rhodes as she shrieked about her husband but had little time for Kyms concerns over her own marriage had hurt. Learning that his continued indulgence of her least favourite sibling was not only causing her more work but had left Perse ignored and vulnerable to a husband who had turned violent turned that pain into seeds of hate, not that their father had noticed.
By the end of Perse's second century of marriage Rhode final began to calm and their parents were able to look away from their middle child long enough to realise that it had been almost 70 years since either their youngest or oldest daughter had visited atlantis
And here's the queen of the sea. She is shorter than he is by 2 feet. Her vitiligo is shaped like shells in places. Yes Poseidon purrs. He is very normal about being held by his wife I promise.
More of the scars from 600 strike. Ody was brutal.
Hey!! I'm looking for some seafam fics where Percy's got a better relationship with Poseidon, Atlantis and co. I'd love recommendations if you have any, I really appreciate what you're doing here on this blog!
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Seafam my beloved [series] by smileatthesky
a set of short Seafam and Percy stories, they can be read as individual stories or in order as one long story!
When the Queen of the Sea has Nesting moods by @fluffanonn
Amphitrite sometimes has the need to baby someone, that's her nesting cycle hitting her so she'll want to desperately take care, cuddle and love on someone. Usually it's her family, but sometimes others can also be involved!
Fortress by M_MiniA_A
“Soo wanna go strom bringing?” Kym asked.
“Right now?”
“No, I mean, let's go bother Triton and dad.” Kym said with a bored expression.
Percy smiled.
“Ohh this will be so much fun!” Kym says
What Now? by @punkflame
“What the actual fuck are you doing.”
Percy gave his brother a weird look, “Having a snack, what does it look like?”
“You’re exasperating.”
“Says you. You didn’t have to come bother me, you know?”
Triton shrugged, “I did, actually. I haven’t met my quota yet."
Or
5 times Triton walked in on Percy doing weird and chaotic shit and one time Percy did the same.
Like the Salt and the Sea by @violettavonviolet
Poseidon was often called the father of monsters and even when he loathed to admit it, the name was apt.
So when Perseus was born, Poseidon was prepared for the worst, another head, three times too many fingers, whatever it was, he would love it and try to protect it.
Imagine his surprise when somehow, Percy came out with ten fingers and ten toes, perfectly normal looking and with a powerful lung. Of course, he’d had demigod children in the past, but it didn’t happen often for him to be graced with a real child.
Who could then blame him, when he watched Perseus closely growing up, chest swollen with pride because he was perfect? Perfect like Triton, his heir, and so funny. It felt only natural to claim Perseus as his, the first opportunity he got, he was so proud to be able to present such a courageous and normal child.
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Hey you know what, I wanna hear about icicles in the sky
Perseus sat on the beach, knees slotted under his chin, one hand wrapped around his legs and the other slipping under the sand, embedding itself in the moist underbelly, coarse salt water curling up his arm and wrapping it around his torso in a mockery of an embrace. Amphrite felt all of this as she passed through the boy, her king-husband’s latest progeny, arriving in a sea breeze and positioning herself in a mirrored stance. They sat in silence for precious seconds, taking in the brilliance of their shared domain glistening under the nights sky, before the boy spoke up,
“Is this my claiming then? You’re mum’s immortal lover, with hair dark enough to sit in the midnight zone?” She quirked her lip, the child certainly had a sense of humour. Or maybe that was the mother? If so She could see why the girl had caught Posidon’s eye. She replied, voice not betraying her amusement,
“No boy, simply acquainting myself with my newest subject, the Sea’s prodigal child.” She could feel his eyes focus on her, even as the rest of his body sad deceivingly relaxed and disinterested, “it is a rare occasion for one of ours to be kept from the sea for so long, although with your parentage it is understandable.”
The boy’s breath hitched unwittingly, his coil wavering, growing tighter until it bruised his bronze skin, “you know then?” Of course thats what he focused on, what child wouldn’t want to know their parent, Pontus knows how often Poseidon had asked to his own King-Fathers nature, before the prophecy gripped him, in the early days of their marriage .
“I would know better than any, seaborne, They will claim you before the moon has changed, your ignorance will not protect you for much longer… but i will not tell you child, it is not my place.”
Perseus was quiet for but a moment, before he spoke up, barely a whisper, “do they even care about me?” The boy queried, vulnerability clear to her, even behind his guarded hackles. She snorted at the idea that Her husband could look on the babe with anything less than adoration.
“They have not spoken a word of you, such is their position, but there isn’t a doubt in my mind that They regret gifting you the curse of life, as they do all their children,” the boy flinched away at Her thoughtless words, but She forged on, “They see the pain and the anguish that you face, and they fear your fate, but most of all they fear not being able to take you into our depths, and swaddle you in their arms.” She finally turned to look at the child, ironically turning from her domain to its mortal embodiment, “do not mistake my words Perseus, your parent loves you, and if you came to suffer nothing would soothe the primal forces released. The day you enter my King-Brother’s domain, the oceans will weep for your loss, for it has lost a part of itself.”
The boy’s water had tightened its embrace, for any lesser being it would have crushed his torso, so She took control of it and dragged the child who would be hers closer, replacing its hold with her own, tucking the boy’s head under her chin and letting him weep.
“Then why dont they weep for my mom?” He choked out. The answer was simple.
“Your mortal mother is still alive and waiting. The king of the dead is not one to take unjustly.” She felt the haggard gasp of air beneath Her, and knew the boy had decided, he would save her, so Amphrite spoke, “you will be called to action soon enough. Our God-King has already decided the seas have slighted him, as has the Rich One below, your claiming will push them into action if you do not act first. You will save your mother, i know it, and you will prove the sea’s innocence, i know this too, and finally the seas will take what is theirs, and you will sit safe within our domain, our home. This i will see too, that you are recognised and that you and your mortal mother are honoured as children of the sea, as it should have always been.” She felt his resolute nod, dragging against her dark skin before releasing him, kissing his forehead as she lent away, imparting final words before she was called home, “remember Perseus, you are a child of the sea, and i am your Queen-Mother, and you will always be loved by yours.”
The tables were small by design. Henrietta liked to keep drama contained, and her seating charts Were pure artistry. Hadrian would have been impressed, except that she also always sat him at the same table as his brothers. That part, he could have lived without.
The rest of his department was off on the sidelines, and he envied them. Tessa, of course, was keeping an eye on everyone, and Hadrian caught the sleeve of one of the servers on the way to their table.
“Put the drink tabs for tables thirteen through seventeen on my tab,” he murmured with a nod to the tables in question. Everyone had a drink ticket, of course, but after your one company-paid drink, it was pay as you go. Hadrian hated it, knew what they were spending on this useless, lavish affair, and resented it.
He always picked up the tab for his people. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it, and he knew how hard they worked. They deserved to have fun at this monstrosity of a party.
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Punica Granatum:
Hadrian is the overworked CFO of a major international company. Stephone runs a flower shop. As it turns out, Hadrian needs a lot of flowers.
