A/N This will be a collection of stories where I insert Percy into classic fairy tales. Each fairy tale will be told in two to four parts. While Percy will take the center role in many tales, he will always be himself, not OOC. So he will take on the character's situation not their personality. Make sense? Also, I'm going to try and switch the pairing up for every fairy tale. I do like Percabeth, but I just want to try something new. If you're new, welcome! Feel free to skip to any fairy tale you'd like. Each fairytale will be listed in the chapter name. The summaries and pairings for each fairy tale can be found on my profile. If I confuse you, please drop a review! And thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

The Little Mermaid: Part of Your

Far beneath the ocean's waves, beyond the furthest reach of the landwalkers, tucked between the darkest abyss and the flourishing coral reef thrived the underwater kingdom of the merfolk. Merfolk were a guarded but cheerful people, as colorful as the reef they called home and deadly as the sharks and rays that lived within. Adapted to life in the harshest of environments, merfolk were hunters of the fiercest kind. They distrusted the landwalkers that sailed the sea's surface and swam in the shadows of the ocean, ever watchful and suspicious of the ships and passengers above.

Poseidon, king of the merfolk, kept his people safe and secure in their deep sea country, driving out any sea monster, ocean deity, or adventurous surface dweller that dared threaten his people. He loved his people dearly and they him. He took a wife, the beautiful Amphitrite, and she bore him a son, Triton. The family lived happily in their flourishing kingdom, raising Triton like the besotted parents they were. They tried for a second child and with delight prepared for their next addition. A skirmish broke out in the far reach of the kingdom at the end of the Queen's pregnancy. Poseidon gathered his finest warriors, kissing his wife and son farewell as he vowed to be back before their child's birth. The king and his warriors valiantly restored order in the far-reaches of the ocean and Poseidon returned to his palace, proud and strong, and wholly unprepared for the news that awaited him.

Vengeful assassins, remnants of the very army Poseidon left to destroy, slipped passed the royal guards and attached the king's vulnerable family. Poseidon returned to find his trembling son cradling his prone mother, blood saturating the water around them. They couldn't save the queen, but the doctors worked quickly and were able to rescue her unborn child. The kingdom mourned their lost queen, and would have fallen into disarray were it not for the tiny prince. Prince Perseus, or Percy as the little sprite insisted on being called, held the hope and heart of Poseidon's people. His mischievous nature and inquisitive mind took the kingdom by storm. By the child's third year he had the entire kingdom wrapped around his little finger.

As he grew, under the careful overprotective eye of both his brother and father, Percy became more and more curious with the life above the ocean's waves. While exploring his father's kingdom one day, he stumbled upon a ship graveyard and his obsession could not be quelled, despite his family's best efforts. When he was bored, or needed to escape, Percy always headed for the old sunken ships. He loved the landwalker's ships. He could not believe the creatures his father believed to be so violent and dangerous managed to create something so majestic and beautiful. An obstacle even as dangerous and unpredictable as the sea did not deter the landwalkers. How the other merfolk did not marvel at their ingenuity and strength was beyond him. They comforted him in a way no one understood.

His favorite ship was the large one at the end of the graveyard, half buried in the mud right before the drop off. It was the biggest ship he ever found, almost completely intact. The sails had long since withered away, but even Poseidon's roughest waves could not distort the strong skeleton of the once great ship. Percy loved it. He swam lazily through the empty structure, gazing at the eloquent decorations in wonder.

"We've been gone a long time," Grover nervously told the prince.

Percy peered below at the nurse shark swimming anxiously after him. Grover was a tiny shark, unnaturally small and fragile but the prince's ever faithful (albeit reluctant) companion. Despite his oddly nervous complexion, Grover would determinedly follow his friend to the bottom of the ocean if need be.

"It hasn't been that long," Percy dismissed, flipping around to swim towards the front of the ship.

"Your father wanted you back early," Grover reminded him. "You know he gets touchy around this time."

Percy faltered, his tail slowly churning through the water. His birthday, and subsequently the anniversary of his mother's death, was only a few days away. Poseidon always grew more protective and withdrawn as the day approached. Triton's already shallow temper evaporated and the eldest prince and king clashed with startling frequency. Percy knew Triton still held a grudge against their father for not being able to save their mother.

"Yeah I know," Percy said softly.

"I'm," Grover floundered at his crestfallen face. "It's – you know what we really haven't been gone that long. Let's go to the front of the ship and we can play with that round thing you like."

Percy cracked a smile at his friend's attempt to cheer him up.

"The wheel?" Percy said, squeezing through the fallen walls that cut off the helm from the rest of the ship. He huffed when the wide part of his tail got caught, forcing him to twist and wiggle until he pulled free. Grover slipped through with much more ease then his larger friend.

"Sure," Grover said, his head nudging the rusted wheel. He jerked back when it turned, startled.

Percy laughed, situating himself behind the wheel. He gripped it like he seen the landwalkers up high do when they steered the living ships. His body floated in the water, his tail flicking idly behind to keep him afloat, ruining the image somewhat.

"Can you image what it'd be like, actually riding inside one of these on the surface?" Percy asked curiously.

He closed his eyes, imaging the boat back in its prime. It would stand grand and gleaming on the surface of the ocean, rocking with every tremendous wave that crashed against its sturdy side. The wind would cut through his sails, blowing the billowing white material and ruffling his hair. The ship would – lurch. Grover yelped in alarm and Percy's eyes snapped open as the ship, the very real ship the pair swam in, actually lurched forward.

"Watch it," Percy called, alarmed. He reached out, calming the ocean with a touch of his mind. For one terrifying second, he thought the waves would not listen. The ship slid, the entire structure creaking as Grover fearfully darted under Percy's arm. But then the water calmed, the current slowing, and the ship stilled.

"Di immortals what was that?" Grover fretted, trying to nudge Percy up and away from the ship.

"I have no idea," Percy said. He swam up, over the algae covered top of the ship to peer out over the edge. The strong tide pushed the ship closer to the edge of the abyss so one side now dangled precariously over the darkness. The ocean reverted back to its calm sanguine state, leaving no trace of the violent draft from mere moments ago. Percy frowned suspiciously at the clear open water.

"You know what?" Percy said angrily. "It was probably Dad. He hates it when I come out here and with my birthday coming closer he gets so touchy."

"You don't know that," Grover squeaked, butting his head against Percy's chest in a vain effort to get the merman moving. Percy pushed the shark away, scowling.

"It's just like him," Percy grumbled crossly.

"Well why don't we head back and you two can talk?" Grover suggested, undeterred in his efforts to get the prince moving. Percy screwed his face up. He did not want to head back, not after Poseidon almost sank his, ah, sunken ship.

"Okay, but I'm going to check the surface first," Percy declared. Not giving Grover any time to protest, Percy gave a flick of his powerful tail, heading away from the graveyard and towards the surface. Grover followed nervously behind, scrambling to keep up with the angry prince.

"Really? I mean, is this the best time? King Poseidon is already – "

"King Poseidon," Percy snapped back, "can wait."

"But what if a landwalker sees you?" Grover insisted, looping through the open ocean as they drew closer to the surface. "Your father clearly forbid anyone from coming in direct and deliberate contact with them. And merfolk are forbidden from breaching the surface – ever!"

"I know, you only remind me every time we come up to the surface," Percy pointed out with a grin. The surface grew closer, the water growing lighter and more stunningly blue as they approached.

Grover gave an exasperate sigh. "I'm hoping one day it'll deter you."

"It probably won't," Percy told him with an apologetic smile. "If it makes you feel better you can turn around and pretend you never saw me."

"And let you get into trouble? Hardly," Grover grumbled.

"Come on, I know you love the surface," Percy laughed, his powerful tail swishing through the water. Grover blew bubbles at him, causing the prince to laugh.

"Look, there's the boat," Percy grinned, holding himself parallel to the dark shape above them.

Percy memorized every single ship that sailed over his kingdom. The shape, the crew and he even had a general idea of each boat's purpose. This one, a beautiful dark ship adored with splendid golds and silvers, was his favorite. It did not pass by often, but he always made sure to catch it when it did. The huge structure on the surface cut through the ocean's current, totally ignorant of the curious creatures below.

"I'm going up," Percy told Grover.

Ignoring his friend's fretful protests, and taking care to keep in the boat's shadow, Percy broke the surface. No matter how many times Percy visited the surface, he never got use to the extraordinary experience. The sun was heaven on his skin, its heat warming him to the core. The surface was bright, much brighter than even Poseidon's undersea castle with all its glowfish and enchanted pillars. The gills along Percy's neck seamlessly sealed tight as he opened his mouth to breath in the fresh crisp air.

He loved the surface. He swam along the boat, breathing deeply as his body made the change from filtering water to accepting air. The first time Percy breached the surface and his gills closed tight, the prince panicked, diving deep into the sea as he gasped. A little experimenting made him realize that he could breathe both in the water and on the surface. As soon as air started to slip between his gills, they smoothed down and he could take oxygen in through his mouth. Now, he was used to the feeling and could easily make the transition from undersea to surface breathing in a matter of seconds. It was not totally comfortable but it allowed him to keep his head above water.

He watched as landwalkers scurried around on deck, shouting and shoving each other around.

"See 'em?" He asked Grover when the shark appeared next to him.

"Yeah, yeah I see them," Grover whispered.

"They look so much like me," Percy marveled, tilting his head as one leaned over the side of the ship. "From the waist up, we are exactly the same. Not just similar, but exactly the same. All he needs is a tail and he could be one of us."

"The tail's kind of a big deal," Grover grumbled. "In case you've forgotten."

Percy glanced down at his own tail, cutting through the water to keep him afloat. His tail was long, much longer than the legs that supported the landwalkers. It was a dark blue, like the depth of the ocean on a calm day, and little rivers of green snaked down to the large curved fins at the end. He gave a little flounder, watching his fins rise above the surface, gleaming in the sunshine. Yes, the tail was kind of a big deal. But Percy stood by his decree; regardless of the tail, landwalkers and merfolk had too many similarities to ignore.

"They talk like us too," Percy said, choosing to ignore the shark's comment. "I can understand most of their language."

Grover did not have an answer for that.

"We're the same, merfolk and landwalkers." Percy mused. "One to rule the land, one to guard the seas."

"I wouldn't take it that far," Grover stammered.

"I would," Percy said.

He would never grow tired of watching the landwalkers, but he was looking for a particular one today. She rarely embarked on quests over the ocean, but every once in a while Percy got lucky and there she was. This particular ship only ever set out with her on board. He swam along the edge of the ship, craning his neck to try and spot his landwalker. On the steps of the beautiful ship, sitting with one of those strange white things with symbols on them, he finally spotted her. The landwalker's hair looked like it was spun from the sun itself, curling elegantly around her shoulders like waves on the shore. Her eyes, a sharp stormy gray, held great intelligence and poise. She was adorned in grander and more sophisticated attire then her shipmates yet she never held herself above them. She commanded the ship, ruling with fairness and strength. She was perfect, his landwalker.

"You're not watching that girl again are you?" Grover asked in horror, staring at him.

Percy realized he wore a ridiculous little smile on his face and quickly let it fall.

"No," he denied, but a flush crossed his face, giving him away.

"Percy – " Grover whined, thrashing his tail in agitation. Grover's body thumped against the side of the boat and Percy's landwalker looked up with a frown.

"Shh," Percy hissed, pressing himself against the side of the ship. Grover ducked beneath the waves, slapping Percy with his tail as he went. Percy knew the shark wanted him to dive, but he was not done yet.

Come closer, Percy silently beckoned as his landwalker stood, closing the strange white thing she always looked at so intently. Let me get a better look at you.

His landwalker, with the strange symbol item tucked against her side, walked the perimeter of the boat, the vague frown still on her face. She walked closer to the edge where Percy hid. Percy held his breath, excited, as she moved closer, coming right up to the side of the boat. She peered over the edge, her face a mere tails length from where Percy pressed against the ship. The prince's breath caught: she was even more beautiful up closer. He could count every line on her forehead caused by that unfortunate frown. Her eyes seemed lighter up close, her lips more pink. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed in the light and Percy longed to call out to her. He wondered what she would do if he did.

Resigned to watching from afar, he kept his silence as she scanned the ocean's surface.

"Everything alright m'lady?" One of the landwalker asked.

"I thought I heard something," his landwalker said after a pause. "But I guess it was just the wind."

She turned and walked away from the edge, despite Percy's mental urging not too. He sighed as she disappeared from sight, heading down to the heart of the ship.

"Percy," Grover hissed, nipping the merman's tail.

"I'm coming," Percy said sadly. With one last longing look at the ship, he dove beneath the surface after his friend.

Poseidon was not pleased when Percy arrived back at the palace. Grover hovered nervously around the prince, pressing close to him as they swam when he sensed the king's displeasure. Percy pretended not to see the scowl on his father's face or the tight grip he held on his trident.

"Perseus," he said, his voice low. It was his 'warning' voice. Percy pretended not to noticed that either.

"Dad," he greeted, barely sparing his father a glance.

Triton, who hovered around the throne room, gave Percy a careful look over, not so subtly checking his baby brother for injury. Honestly, if the two had it their way Percy would never leave the palace. Percy gave him a tight smile, flipping his tail a little to demonstrate his continued good health. Satisfied, Triton returned to his previous activity – that is moping around.

"Where have you been?" Poseidon demanded, swimming in the youngest prince's way.

Percy crossed his arms, scowling. As if his father did not know. He almost destroyed Percy's favorite ship after all.

"At the graveyard, although you already knew that didn't you?"

Poseidon's scowl deepened. The water swirled with his disapproval; Percy's second warning.

"I told you not to visit that place anymore," Poseidon said sternly. His face, which usually brought warmth and comfort to his son, was an expressionless mask. His eyes, a shade darker than the ones that graced Percy's own face, fixed on the young merman in agitation.

"You said not to visit alone," Percy managed through gritted teeth, "I wasn't alone."

Percy was not willing to throw Grover directly under Poseidon's cold fury so he left the shark out of it. Grover himself pressed closer to Percy's side, his curved nose burying under his arm. Percy let his arm fall around the anxious shark, a silent promise to protect him.

Poseidon sighed, his anger evaporating as quickly as it arrived. He rubbed his forehead, the trident loosening in his grasp.

"Grover doesn't not count Percy," he said.

"Why not?" Percy protested.

"Grover," Poseidon addressed. The shark jerked, poking his head out from its nook in Percy's side.

"Thank you for keeping an eye on my son," The king continued, exhaustion and exasperation at war in his voice. "Kindly let us be."

Grover did not need to be told twice. He thumped his tail against Percy sympathetically and shot out of sight.

"Why doesn't Grover count?" Percy pressed as the shark disappeared in the water.

"Because he is a nurse shark Percy," Poseidon exclaimed. "He is frightened of his own shadow."

"Lay off him would you?" Triton butted in, giving his father a disapproving look. Percy almost groaned, wishing his brother had just stayed out of it.

Poseidon bristled.

"Really, Triton? Does your brother's safety mean so little to you?"

"Really Dad?" Triton mocked back, his eyes flashing. "I'm not the one who abandons his family when they are in danger – "

The water churned as Poseidon's temper flared, the currents accelerating as his pulse raised. Percy knew the argument would be catastrophic, they always were this time of year. So he flicked his tail and propelled himself between his father and brother.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Percy hastily intervened, positioning himself so Triton could not glare at their father. "I'm sorry. If it would make you feel better I can take someone else with me next time I go."

"It would." Poseidon said shortly, reaching out to move Percy out of the way to scold Triton.

"Great," Percy said, slipping his arms around his father. "I'll do that next time. I'm sorry I worried you."

Poseidon was stiff as Percy hugged him. He tried to hang onto his anger, but it melted away as he wrapped his arms around his youngest son. He sighed and ran his fingers through Percy's dark locks.

"Must you worry me so?" He grumbled, pulling Percy close.

Percy bit down his immediate response, which was to say that his father worried about the smallest things and everything worried him. Instead he just repeated: "Sorry."

"Next time you wish to visit that death trap, bring Ares along with you."

"What?!" Percy exclaimed, jerking out of his father's grip to gape up at him. "No!"

Poseidon gave him an unimpressed look. "Ares is the fiercest warrior in all the kingdom."

"And an ass," Percy protested, "He hates me! And I hate him!"

"Now Percy," Poseidon started to say but Triton cut him off with a snort.

"So you'd send him out with someone who hates him?" Triton cut in angrily. "That's ridiculous. I'll go with him."

"You will not," Poseidon said firmly.

"Why, afraid I won't be able to protect him as well as you protected Mom?" Triton sneered. Percy could have slapped him; he just got Poseidon to calm down.

Poseidon's face darkened. "Do not speak of matters you know nothing of Triton. The world is dangerous and it is my job to make sure both of you are safe."

"Fat load of good you've done so far," Triton snarled.

"Stop it!" Percy said.

"You will not speak to me in that manner Triton," Poseidon declared, pushing Percy out of his way. "And this does not concern you Perseus. Go to your room."

"Oh sure, wouldn't want little Percy to learn what a failure you are – "

"Stop," Percy repeated forcefully. The ocean rocked furiously with the return of Poseidon's anger. Fish darted for cover as their lord's fury broke around them. He reached out to place a hand on his father's arm.

"I said go to your room Perseus!" Poseidon thundered, slamming his trident against the palace floor. The ocean surged and Percy found himself tumbling tail-over-head backwards. It did not hurt, Poseidon would never hurt him, but the mere fact that his father used his power against Percy, who was only trying to help, infuriated the prince.

"Fine," he spat, "Fine. If you two want to act like jackasses and tear this family apart, go right ahead. Don't expect me to play referee again."

Cold fury burned in his throat as Percy twisted around, darting out one of the palace windows and into the open ocean. He could still hear Triton and Poseidon arguing behind him. With several long, powerful strokes of his tail Percy propelled himself across the water, far away from the shouting and the anger. When he could no longer see the palace he allowed himself to slow down, letting the current take him.

Fine. Fine. It was fine. If Triton wanted to throw away his relationship with their father, and if Poseidon wanted to keep on refusing to address that night, then so be it. It was fine.

Percy groaned. No, it was not fine. With a sigh, he turned around to head back to the nightmare he left when something caught his eye. The current he took refuge in updrafted, bringing him close to the surface. Poseidon's anger tormented the surface of the ocean with a terrible ferocity. Waves, taller then even the leanest ship, crashed upon the surface. And caught in the center of the storm, bobbing dangerously with every wave, was Percy's favorite ship.

He watched in horror as wave after wave assaulted the ship, throwing it backwards and forwards, dragging it under and spitting it high.

"No, no, no," Percy moaned reaching out for the ship. His powers nowhere near matched the king of the sea's, but he focused all his energy on the ship.

"You will not sink," he declared. "I will not let you sink."

The ocean did not want to yield to Percy's command. It roared against his orders, but Percy held tight.

"Not this ship," He repeated forcefully. The storm raged on, but the water around the ship settled enough that the ship no longer was in immediate danger of collapsing. It took all of the prince's willpower and concentration to keep the ship afloat.

Dad calm down! Percy screamed mentally, hoping his father got the message. He did not know how long he could keep the ship alive. Dad!

A splash almost startled Percy enough to release the boat. He blinked in surprise as gold flashed before him. He briefly wondered if part of the ship's elaborate decorations fell off when he realized the gold was attached to something, someone. A very familiar someone who was sinking very fast.

His landwalker.

Percy glanced desperately up at the ship.

"Think you can hang on until I get back?" Percy asked.

Below, his landwalker kicked against the ocean's grip, but she was not strong enough to fight the current's pull. Percy did not contemplate any longer. He released his hold on the sea and dove after the girl. She had stopped kicking by now, her arms outstretched towards the surface. Her wise gray eyes were half shut. Percy only had a moment to think wow she's beautiful before he wrapped his arms around her. With one strong push of his tail they broke the surface.

He glanced desperately at the limp form in his arms. Was she breathing?

"Breath," Percy gasped, frantically trying to keep the girl's head above water. Landwalkers were incredibly fragile; he knew they could not breathe underwater. His landwalker's chest was still however, and he knew that was not a good thing.

"Oh come on, please," Percy begged, slapping her face. His mind was foggy with panic. What should he do? What could he do? There were no gills for him to force open, he could not run her through the current to get oxygen flowing. How did you force a landwalker's mouth to work?

Then the girl was coughing, spewing seawater and hacking terribly.

"That's it," Percy encouraged, relief plowing into him. He held the girl close, making sure her head stayed above the rolling waves. "Just keep breathing, it's okay. I've got you."

The girl's eyes rolled back and she fell limp in his arms once more.

"No!" Percy cried in horror, but he could feel her hot shallow breath against his neck. He paused, his tail flicking lightly to keep the pair above water as he examined her. She was still breathing, but was unresponsive. He could feel her heartbeat under his fingertips.

"You passed out." He surmised. He was not sure what that meant. Was she exhausted or had the water hurt her internally in some way? Damn, he wished he knew more about landwalkers.

"You're going to be okay," he promised her. "I'll make sure of it."

He looked out over the surface. The ship was far in the distance by now. He was relieved to see it still sailed regardless of his assistance. Wonderfully sturdy things, ships.

Percy rolled onto his back, belly exposed to the surface. He carefully situated the girl on top of him, her head resting gently on his chest. It was difficult work, keeping the girl afloat and swimming after the ship. He would manage though. One arm wrapped protectively around the golden haired landwalker, keeping her firmly in place, while the other coasted through the water as he steered them after the boat.

"Not how I pictured meeting you," Percy confessed to the girl as he swam. "You were a little more conscious in my dreams. Not that I've dreamed about you, except maybe I have. Don't be too offended, they were nice dreams – oh I didn't mean it like that either! You're just going to have to ignore me, I'm a bit of an idiot. My name's Percy by the way. Wish I knew yours."

The girl remained silent, not that Percy expected anything else. They followed the boat as it steered out of the storm. Percy was careful not to get too close. He did not know what would happen if they saw him.

"They'd probably think I kidnapped you, because that's just my luck," he told his unresponsive charge.

He watched the ship draw closer and closer to shore, stopping in a spot that was simply crawling with other landwalkers. Percy sighed. There was no way he could slip in there unseen. But he knew he had to get his landwalker to land soon. She needed help.

He surveyed the coast, looking for a safe place he could swim into. There was sandy beach not too far from where the ship pulled in, Percy swam up to it. He had trouble navigating the thinner the water got. His tail thumped against the sand, stirring up the water but not getting them much closer to the shore.

"Sorry I can't get you all the way to shore," he panted. He gently laid her down in the shallow water.

He stared down at her face, trying to memorize it. He would probably never get this close to her ever again. The thought depressed him. Her blonde hair stuck to her face and he gently pried it off. She was so beautiful he thought. He sighed as he pulled away. He closed his eyes, feeling the gentle sway of the waves as he called upon the ocean. The water around the girl swelled, gently pushing her further up the surf until her head rested on the beach.

"Farewell my landwalker," He called softly.

He glanced around at the other landwalkers as they exited the ship. He swam closer, observing closely. They were frantic, running all over the ship. One particular male was panicking to an extreme, pulling at his hair as he dashed around. Percy gave the boat a little push and the male stumbled. His head turned sharply, towards the beach as Percy hoped he would. The landwalker caught sight of the girl sprawled out in the sand. He shouted behind him at the other landwalkers, gesturing wildly at the shore below.

His landwalker stirred, her gray eyes lethargically opening as the male knelt by her side. He helped her sit up frantically checking for wounds as the girl blinked out at sea. Instinctively Percy sank deeper beneath the waves until only his eyes remained about the water. His fears were unfounded however, the landwalkers could not see him. He watched as they corralled her to her feet, relief evident on their weary faces. His landwalker looked dazed, her eyes blinking owlishly as she stared out at the calm blue ocean. Percy allowed himself to believe she was looking for him even though he knew it was a vain fantasy. He watched with a heavy heart as they led his golden haired landwalker away from the ocean and out of his sight.

Percy heaved a heavy sigh, letting himself sink into the serene ocean. He would have to head back now, back to his father's palace, to the anger and the shouting. His little bubble of happiness would be broken, but for now, he was content. His landwalker was safe.

A/N Here we are l: The Percabeth Fairy Tale. I'm super excited for this one, it's so much fun. Yes, I know Percy isn't Amphitrite's son, but for simplicity sake he is for this story. Thank you so much for your support, especially my reviewers. You guys are the best seriously. Hope you enjoy ~ *