A OS idea that I’m sooo soft for is when the pred and prey are sleeping separately and the pred has a nightmare. In the nightmare something happens to their precious prey and the pred fails to protect them. The pred gasps awake and hurries over to their prey and has an urgent NEED to tuck their prey away to physically feel that they’re alright and nothing has actually happened to them. It works for literally any fandom of your choosing ^_^
OH yes!!!! These are literally always so sweet, the just NEED to have the prey close, like just holding isn’t going to do just shit, it's almost like a hunger than can only be solved but tucking the prey away-
Also, we all know what fandom I’m going to pick lol))
Dreams for Poseidon were often...much like his seas, constantly changing. Most of his life had been spent fighting battle and as such his dreams would flex and shift towards his fights, his losses in the wars, his regrets, his triumphs.
Fighting with his son had been..tricky. He had to be conscious of every movement, every future movement and Percy was as unpredictable as the ocean at times. He swore he had nearly faulted with a hit when Percy had launched himself off his shoulder to stab a giant.
The memory was burned within his mind, always causing his heart to race, however tonight it was worse playing out as a dream. Much to his horror his son’s broken body lay on the ground, taunting laughter echoing around him until he jolted awake. Several gasping breaths bring in the soothing salt water into his lungs, his heart rapidly beating. He wasn’t on the battlefield, Percy wasn’t laying dead on the ground, he was most likely resting in his cabin.
He needed to see him.
Poseidon moves from his bed, running a hand through his hair before concentrating on the fountain in the cabin. In seconds he was in his son’s cabin, the boy’s form resting on the bottom bunk closest to the door. He was sprawled out and snoring slightly, a thin line of drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
Alive.
He steps to the bed, brushing hair from Percy face. The boy's nose scrunches up tensing before his muscles relax. He cups his palm against the boy’s cheek relishing the feeling of warmth and the steady pulse indicating his son was alive. “You’re safe.” he murmurs to himself. His voice sounded..wrong shaky, unsure. He sounded scared and that was not a feeling Poseidon was fond of.
“You’re safe” He repeats, moving his hand to card through Percy’s hair lightly tugging any tangles he came across out. Still the bitter feeling in his chest wouldn’t leave. With a frown Poseidon finds himself carefully guiding his son’s body as he lays in the bed as well, resting Percy against his frame. The feeling eased, more so when small movements had Percy snuggling against him, the boy's face pressed into his chest.
Any other time this mortal shell would be silent, he did not need to breathe to survive, nor did he need a heart to pump ichor through his veins though he knew the silence would cause his son to stir. The noise was..annoying at times but the silence would be more unsettling, he found.
Finally, the bitter feeling in his chest hit a point where he couldn’t bear it. He grits his teeth before taking a breath in, a hand resting on Percy’s back. The feeling was awful, and the anxiety of knowing what would fix it was just as bad. He wasn’t his father, and Percy wouldn’t be trapped, it would be safe. This wasn’t even the first time he had done this and yet it still brought the same feeling of cold dread into his chest.
The bitter feeling finally outweighed the cold feeling of dread, his hand following the shrinking form of his son. The snores of his sleeping child halt for a moment, a whine drawing from the sleeping form before Percy settled again. A fond chuckle escapes Poseidon, the god hooking his fingers under the boy before lifting him up. The heartbeat he had recently taken to keep pumping pounded heavily in his chest.
Still, he continues lifting his hand until he finds himself pressing Percy's feet to his lips. An uneasy growl comes to his middle, his stomach churning anxiously. Another breath in and out and Poseidon was carefully guiding the small form into his mouth, his tongue safeguarding his body from the slight points in his teeth. Despite his feelings on the matter, he always found his body reacting instantly to the presence of his son, the slick muscle already cradling the small form. A surge of protectiveness washes over him, relief shortly accompanying it as he focused on the weight tucked neatly inside his mouth.
Memories of the beginning surged forward as they always had but... Poseidon didn’t have any memories of ever being held like this, no spot of hesitation just the sensation of falling and darkness. The subtle glow from his mouth brightened the memory.
Movement brings him back to the present, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as Percy shifts, curling up on his side more. The muscle cups more around him, offering his son support.
He sits like that for some time, his back pressed against the coral walls of the cabin, listening to the soft babbling of the fountain in the middle of the room. It was...surprisingly peaceful. He hadn’t expected to feel so at peace not after the haunting images of his son’s corpse-
A shiver runs down his spine, shoving the image down. Percy was safe, he was alive and more importantly he was resting soundly. Cautiously he tilts his head back, feeling the weight shift from the center of his mouth when there was no stirring from his child he continued. Once he felt tiny feet squish against the entrance to his throat he swallows. He could feel Percy traveling down his throat, the muscles pulling his son down firmly. Even with how quick the motion was it felt like eons.
The brief feeling of tightness then a weight plopping down was the indication Percy had landed. Much to his surprise the dread, the fear and uncertainty that usually accompanied this action was absent. He enjoyed this, and yet he didn’t feel like the gluttonous creature he viewed his father as.
This, he decided, was different, a small smile dances across his lips bringing a hand to rest against his middle. There wasn’t any indication he held such a small life inside him, the boy safely tucked away behind layers of muscle and divine energy.
