Summary: You know when life gets you down remember that you aren't a child of one of the most powerful gods in all of the Greek mythology, you aren't being hunted down by monsters and gods, and everyone isn't pining after your twin brother, Percy Jackson. Welcome to my life, fate's favorite chew toy

Morally ambiguous! OFC! Semi SI! Twin! Other pantheons included

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO/HoO/anything except the OCS

I tried hard, you know I care I care, I care
Just a little poor me
Just a little poor me

-"Little Poor Me" Layto

She wished she could say it was thrilling to be reborn and get a second chance at life.

Really she honestly did wish she could make herself carefree about the situation and just jump head first into this new world. But one must realize what she had to have been going through.

For one, she was in a fictional story where there were gods and monsters. Two, it also so happened to be the fucking twin sister of the main character of the story. And in her honest to gods opinions, was the biggest cliche since genderbending. And three, all monsters and a large portion of the gods either want to murder, maim, and marry her brand new brother, which would not be good on her nor family's heart.

If she hadn't made herself clear, had she mentioned the monsters yet?

Because while playing "demi-god" seemed fun, there are actual half-blood thirsty monsters that would just live to kill Percy and by direct blood relation Atlanta herself.

So she didn't exactly cope too well with the whole "being reborn in the fictional world" life, not much of a duck-to-water kind of girl. Ashamedly and admittedly for the first months, she was a terrible baby. She cried all the time, screamed, and refused to sleep. It had taken her months to finally see how much stress and anxiety had been placed on Sally, seeing as how she was basically still a single mother living alone with no help and had to deal with not one, but two newborns, even if mentally one was an adult.

She came to terms with her predicament, but it didn't stop mourning what was lost. And once her eyes had finally fully developed enough to take a good look at her 'mother' she saw just what a hassle she had been.

Sally looked thin and frail, probably summed up to an unbalanced diet and all the stress. Her hair was thin and greasy and she looked like she hadn't had a proper shower or cup of coffee in a decade. Deep purple and red bags under her eyes added to the hallows of her face, she looked terrible.

Was this the strong woman Ana recalled that looked after and sacrificed all for the infamous Percy Jackson? The one who was always smiling and cared for her child even at her own expense? The woman, from what she sorta of remembered from a childhood a life ago, fighting the minotaur and helping the fight for Olympus? And yet here she was all but a shadow of her book counterpart. And so she understood what the endless crying and ceaseless self-pity did, she was running the poor woman ragged.

Guilt ate away as she had quieted down, staring up at her with wide eyes. She wouldn't be looking like death if Ana wasn't screaming all the time. To her, she was the spare, the extra, the one who originally wasn't supposed to exist and even after giving birth to her expected son, Sally still had enough strength to give birth to her ungrateful self. She clothed Ana, feed her, and stayed up every night to comfort way every and anyway she could and how was it repaid with? It was by throwing tantrum after tantrum.

Ana was an adult yet acting as if like a petulant child. She despised herself for it. When looking at her new mother's relief filled eyes as she had gone silent for once, she had promised to do her best to make her Sally's job as her new mom as easy, as possible, at least for herself, not much she could do about Percy however.

It had been another two months until the full realization of the danger and the idea of the gods being very fucking real and very fucking apparent. Sure there was the boy wonder, the chosen one, the prophecy child, the one ring to rule them all, and what not which was her brother, but he was at this time, a ball of squishy flesh, unable to do anything but gurgle, eat, poop, and drool in his sleep. He wouldn't be off fighting any monsters soon especially not without herself, she'd rather walk through Tartarus that allow him to be on his own. The issue was hadn't been breached until something unnatural around the sixth month of being reborn occurred.

Sally had put both Percy and Ana to bed in the crib, although her mom hadn't anticipated two, and seeing how tight was money the girl started to make it seem that Percy and her were inseparable (to be honest he played that part well, and by the second day she had refused to not be without her sibling) even if the crib was a tad too cramped. Cuddled up next to Percy, as always was, Ana felt a strange stirring around but not unwelcome presence beside her.

From the way Sally had swaddled the two, one couldn't move to see who was watching but there was something or someone there. Curiosity crept through her, wondering just who it could be however she quickly got her answer as she had been picked up by the stranger, turning her body around to face them.

Before she was a very tall (though everyone was admittedly tall to her at the moment) man with dark locks. His jaw was squared and had soft stubble as well. With broad shoulders and a firm chest, he carried himself with confidence and power, like a lawyer, or a king would, even like a god.

Eyes met one another, sea green clashing with a watered down green, power surging and fighting between the two of them, honing in on one another, their faces both hit with the realization of who the others were. Even with eyes that were far from the perfect vision, she knew who this man was just from the eyes. How could she not know? After all, she saw them every time she looked at her brother, even her own, though a shade lighter were the same as this man. This man was their father, her father, Poseidon.

To say her emotions went haywire was an understatement. But from his face, he too shared a similar look, mouth agape and dropped like a fish out of water and in any other instances she would've laughed her ass off.

"I have," he paused unable to form words through his shock, "I have a daughter?" Poseidon finally asked in an almost inaudible whisper.

Unsure how to proceed, Ana gurgled up at him, raising chubby sausage fingers up at him with a toothless grin. She knew how to act like a baby, that was for certain, she hadn't been able to do much of anything else the last few months besides playing innocent.

Course her actions seemed to cause more issues for her as daddy dearest hadn't moved a single muscle, much less acknowledged the quality acting skills. Had he caught on to her? Were her actions unconvincing? Had she just broken Poseidon?

She was never given a handbook on "How to deal with godly parents" giving her no other option but to cry. So cry she did. Which seemed to work, getting him out of his shocked stupor. "Hey, shh shh, it's okay, daddy's here now."

He comforted, doing his best to rock her back and forth trying his best to hush her cries from the world, and most likely from any prying gods who could be watching. It didn't take long before her mother, Sally, came rushing in the room a few moments later to find the sea god cuddling two demigods, one trying to gnaw off his finger and the other looking quite motion sick from the fast pace rocking.

"Poseidon," Sally stated as if assuring herself that he wasn't some illusion. Flattening down her hair and giving him a weak smile she crossed over towards him in fast strides. "I wasn't expecting you I-" she paused, chuckling at Percy before taking him (and his mouth) off of Poseidon's hands, leaving the god to shuffle their daughter into a two-arm cradle.

"You've met our children."

"I have."

His tone stung and ran deep like a blade. He had spoken so nonchalantly as if they were nothing and they felt as if they were nothing too. Poseidon most likely had not meant it in such a way, but the look of hurt in her mother's eyes made the sea god soften his expression. While she knew her parents would not be together forever, as she could faintly remember a man called Blowfish? Blowhorn? Blowfish? Who had married her mother as she had moved past her youthful romance of the god before herself, still that was far in the future and in the now Sally was still young and in love.

"What have you named them?"

"Your son, the eldest of the two, is Perseus Jackson," Sally told him with a happy but weary smile, her face looking on in hope of his approval for the name choices.

The god smiled, "A good name, powerful too though," he furrowed his brows, "naming him after my brother's child-" he shook his head with mirthless laughter, "wise choice as always Sally." Said woman gave him a wide smile back before her eyes laid on me.

"And your daughter, Atalanta Jackson."

The room fell quiet as Percy and my night light, little fish, danced around the semi-dark room. "Twins." Poseidon finally said after a minute. "Twins are very uncommon, truly rare indeed."

Anna was overcome with worry, creeping through her as his words hit her. Was it bad that Percy and she were twins? Was there some ancient law forbidding it? She knew there several mythologies and cultures who claimed twins were bad omens and demons to be left to die. Would that be the fate of her and Percy? "And I've never fathered twins before much less, a-a da...daughter I-"

The god never finished his sentence as he instead rushed a very surprised and equally worried Sally. In between kisses he planted on her face he told her how much he loved her promising to grant her anything she wished as a thank you for giving her not just a son but the first half-blood daughter he's ever had. Which ultimately put Ana in a strange position realizing she what that meant and what her existence had changed.

"You know I don't need anything. You've already given me two beautiful gifts and you're here with us tonight. That's more than I could ever ask for." She kindly turned down the god, not wanting to take advantage of the god and with a hesitant chuckle brushed off his offer.

Though Poseidon could see and hear the wavering his paramours' eyes and words he dropped the conversation (much like he had accidentally a couple thousand bucks on the nightstand before he left), "Remember my offer still stands when you need it. And I don't just mean this one, all of them stand". Well, he almost dropped it.

A tranquil silence filled the small apartment after that. Neither Sally nor Poseidon broke the silence seeing as how both seemed content, each holding one of their children, Percy in Sally's arms, and Ana in Poseidon's.

Through cloudy green eyes, Ana could see the happiness radiating off both her parents. Smiling and joyful it all appeared, like a real family and just maybe, something she could get used to. This idea of a 'new' family, still foreign to the reincarnated girl, but she promised to give it a try. Besides, she admitted, it would come in handy having a god as a parent.

Of course, the quietness was soon broken when a foul smell filled the air. Both adults exchanged looks before glancing between the two babies. It had taken only a matter of seconds as Percy began to wail as Sally had quickly whisked him out of the room leaving the other two alone.

Glancing at his watch, the dark-haired god let out a soft sigh face morphing an exasperated expression. Standing up and laying his daughter back on the crib mattress he gave the girl a small grin and a kiss for good luck before whispering softly, just barely under his breath as Ana began to drift off into dreamless sleep:

"You might be the soul from another lifetime, but never forget that you are the child of a god. The daughter of the sea and a princess of Atlantis. And most of all, Atalanta Jackson you are my daughter."

And with that he was gone, the scent of the sea still lingering in the air even days after he was gone.

A/N: After the next chapter, things will be moving at a faster rate, though it might become a slow burn? Also, this will probably be spiraling into AU territory as well. And to just say, Poseidon knows that her soul has been reborn/reincarnated but not that Ana still retains her memories and mental capacity.

Edited/Revised: 6/13/2019