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Title: The Royal Carriers – Two Kingdoms, One Mindset
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; total AU
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, threesome, explicit intercourse, masturbation, anal, oral, mpreg, pregnancy, slavery, male carrier discrimination, violence, rape, dealing with rape, shoujo-ai, hetero
Main Pairing: Trend/Derek/Sam
Side Pairings: Nico/Percy, Sander/Donny, Luke/Thess, Percy/Kitty, Luke/Octavian, Herc/Thea, Joe/Nico, Marshall/Sara, Piper/Annabeth, Jason/Reyna, Frank/Hazel/Leo, Charles/Silena, Grover/Juniper, Malcolm/Katie, Chris/Clarisse, Tyson/Ella, Tempest/Blackjack
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Luke Castellan, Octavian Simmons, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace, Malcolm Cage, Katie Gardner, Grover Underwood, Juniper, Clarisse la Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Ethan Nakamura, Alabaster C. Torrington, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Ella, Tyson, Tempest, Blackjack
Own Characters: Samuel Raser, Derek Rhys, Trend Austin, Marshall Mikaelson, Phylicia Rosenberg, Hunter Hood, Hayden Hood, Bellatrix la Fey, Sara Mers, Joanna Foxx, Sedanur Aykan
Own Characters of the Next Generation: Chrysander Rodriguez, Charisma Rodriguez, Hades Poseidon di Angelo, Sally Persephone di Angelo, Theseus Paul di Angelo, James Charles di Angelo, Laura Silena di Angelo, Jackson Tyson di Angelo, Matthew Robert Chase, Theadora Tiphane Chase, Lucas Thomas Chase, Tristan Frederick Chase, Hercules Grace, Thalia Hylla Grace, Jupiter Perseus Grace, Esperanza Nicole Zhang, Sammy Marie Zhang, Emily Fey Zhang, Elizabeth Mason, Amarilla Cage, Anthismos Cage, Kathryn Ellen, Alabaster Ellen
Own Horses: Rush, Fighter, Shadowchaser, Trickster, Nightowl
Summary: After King Hades had died, Nico had ascended to the throne, just a lost and lonely little prince, unsure what to do with himself. An allied king named Matthew had helped him on his rocky path and when King Matthew passes away, leaving his only son and heir Derek in quite the similar situation, Nico wants to provide the same kind of guidance for Derek that he had received.
Nico's heir and pride Donny had grown up being close friends with Derek so Nico sends his son to comfort Derek and invite him over to their realm, to ensure Derek that he had an ally in Nico.
In a world where some males are born with the ability to carry children, seen as a present from the gods and sold as valuable slaves, Nico could call himself lucky to own Percy, who had blessed him with seven wonderful children so far. When love had blossomed between them, the slave had risen to become Nico's queen. And now that Derek was the only one left of his family, Nico wants to give Derek a beautiful and kind carrier as a coronation present, because Derek needs an heir.
Derek, involved and in love with his adviser Trend, had his eyes set on a carrier-slave who had danced on the annual Spring Celebration, but the boy had slipped away from him. It's his luck that Donny manages to track exactly that carrier down to have him waiting in Donny's home for Derek's visit. When finding the carrier named Sam, Donny also finds something gorgeous for himself.
Now Donny has Sander and is falling in love with his slave, even though the young carrier-prince needs to find a suitable king, while Derek and Trend deal with their previously abused carrier.
The Royal Carriers
Two Kingdoms, One Mindset
Chapter 10: The Royal Guard
Sam was waking up to the feeling of someone caressing his hair. There was the nice warmth of bodies around him again. And a weirdly pleasurable aching in his backside, which was new.
"Dia duit ar maidin", whispered a rough, dark voice into his ear. [trans: Good morning]
Sam's eyes fluttered open to look at Derek, who just shook his head and nodded over behind Sam. Trend was smirking at him. Curiosity took over and Sam tilted his head, staring at the blonde.
"Trend is scarily intelligent", explained Derek. "He's my adviser, but also my translator."
"What do we do today?", asked Sam, not going into the fact that Trend spoke his mother-tongue.
"You are free to do whatever you want, Trend and I have some legal obligations with King Nico and his court. I'd rather spend the day with you, especially now that you're feeling better, but a king has a lot of boring, boring responsibilities. Why don't you spend the day with Sander? He surely knows his way around the palace by now and you haven't seen it all yet, mh, sweetheart?"
Sam nodded slowly. Honestly, he had expected some kind of reaction concerning yesterday. He had jerked off while watching them, for crying out loud. And then he had gotten spanked for it and he had liked it and grown hard. But instead of taking what was his, the king just held him and cuddled him until they all had fallen asleep in a heap of bodies.
"Thank you, master", nodded Sam, yet not moving from his comfortable position.
Derek frowned confused at that. Normally, Sam only called him 'master' when he was nervous, anxious or wanted something. He didn't understand why Sam called him that right now.
/break\
Sander took longer and longer before he woke Donny up. More and more time was spend with just standing in front of the prince's bed and marveling at the beautiful boy. It wasn't even perverse, that he was peeping on Donny and getting off by it. He just... For him, Donny was more like a masterpiece of art. A painting that Sander was just captivated by. He had this habit by now, of always touching his collar when he saw Donny sleeping, looking like an innocent angel. It filled him with pride to belong to someone so wonderful.
"Good morning, my prince", started Sander reluctantly. "You have many important appointments today. Your father and King Derek require you to take your rounds through the market place today, since your mother is prohibited from leaving the palace."
Donny grinned at the confused face Sander made at the word 'prohibited'. "Dad doesn't want mom to leave the palace because the baby is due in maybe two weeks or so."
"Oh", nodded Sander in understanding. "Uhm... What... do I do, my prince?"
"It's strictly royals and advisers only. We want to reassure our people of the safety of our market, it's why we take a walk once a week and buy certain groceries ourselves", explained Donny with a smile. "You can't come with me, I guess. But you know your way around, do whatever you want."
Sander frowned and nodded. He didn't like being apart from his prince. And honestly, he still hadn't found a thing to do around here and he hated the feeling of boredom and being useless.
/break\
Donny, Derek and Nico had left about an hour ago and Sander had no second to spar for being bored, because Sam had picked him up and asked if they could do something fun. They hadn't gotten far. Silly and Jimmy had basically stalked Sam the moment he had left the royal chambers and only when Sander, who they already knew better, was with Sam, they felt safe to approach them and beg the two adults to play with them. Right now, Sander and Sam were playing hide and seek with eight little children. Princess Silly, her court and Prince Jimmy and his court. Silly's court consisted of an adorable, little Asian-looking girl named Milly, a boy called JP as her bodyguard and a male handmaiden (Sander was still trying to figure out what to call that) by the name of Andy. Jimmy's court were his adviser Fred, who was Thea's little brother apparently, his bodyguard Basty, who was really watching out for his charge and taking his job quite seriously, and the unsettling one. Her name was Carry and she had practically the same hair as Sander. The same shade of sandy-brown, the same kind of pointing-up weirdness that Sander always tried to smooth out. And when she was angry, she made the exact same face as Sander. It was scary.
"Okay. Do we have everyone?", asked Sander, panting as he tried to support himself.
Milly, Fred, JP and Carry were sitting together, playing rock, paper, scissor, giggling to themselves. Silly was clinging to Sam's pants while chatting to Andy about some kind of book their tutor made them read. Sander was a bit freaked out by that. He had never learned to read and those little eight and nine years old kids read whole books? Sam was braiding Silly's hair while listening to the kids. Sander was grinning to himself when he saw them. Sam was really good with the kids.
"We're short one prince and his bodyguard", pointed Fred out, having mercy with Sander.
"Oh. Oh gods", yelped Sander wide-eyed. "I lost a prince!"
"If by 'a prince', you mean this little delinquent, then I found your lost prince."
Sander turned toward an annoyed looking Reyna, who was holding Basty and Jimmy by the arms, glaring annoyed. The female was a handmaiden, but she could easily kick ass. And the two children knew it, because they looked incredibly wide-eyed and guilty. And singed, for some reason.
"What did you two do?", asked Sam sternly as he turned toward them. "If you got into trouble, so help me god, I'll personally inform your mother of it, James Charles."
"We... may have... uhm... been in the kitchen and it made... boom...?", mumbled Jimmy, throwing his very famous kitten-eyes at Sam. "Please don't tell mommy! I don't want him disappointed!"
"You two, get lost", ordered Reyna with a leveled glare directed at the two slaves. "You apparently have no qualifications to watch over children. I take over while our queen is preoccupied."
Sam flinched like he had been hit and Sander frowned upset at that. It wasn't true, after all. They had been good. It wasn't their fault that Jimmy and Basty were so good at sneaking away. And he knew that it hurt Sam, since he was a carrier and was good with kids, just naturally so.
"Come on, let's go and do something fun for you", suggested Sander to pick his friend up.
He led Sam to the garden. The knights were training again, but Sander stopped in quite a lot of distance toward them. On a hill, overlooking the training area. He grinned when he saw Sam relaxing a little. Sander enjoyed watching the knights train, he loved seeing it.
/break\
Percy was bored out of his mind as he sat on the balcony. Nico was not going to get any kind of sex for at least three weeks for this. He knew exactly how much Percy hated just sitting around. Well, at least the program outside the palace got more interesting. For a little while, he had watched Sander and Sam playing with the little ones, which had been cute. When Reyna had interrupted, Percy had switched to watching the knights train. It was quite the nice show, after all. But then Sam and Sander had appeared on the hill. And they started fighting. Not real fighting, but sword-fighting with sticks. Like Basty and Jimmy sometimes did, just that those two right now made it look professional. Percy grew more curious as he kept watching them.
"Mom! We bought cake, blueberry to make up for dad ditching you!"
Percy smiled as he turned around. Trend was carrying a large cake as he accompanied Nico, Donny and Derek inside. The four joined Percy on the balcony, placing the cake on the little table and taking their seats in a circle with Percy. The queen leaned over and kissed Donny's cheek.
"You're a good boy", smiled Percy. "But your father will still sleep on the couch."
"I was expecting that, that's why I bought a comfortable pillow", replied Nico nonchalantly.
They sat together and ate comfortably, at least until the others noticed the two boys on the hill. Trend's eyes were fixed on Sam and the way he moved. Fluent, dodging every hit from Sander, blocking them perfectly. The gorgeous carrier knew exactly what he was doing. It was curious.
"I'd... like to check that out up close", confessed Trend after they finished their cake.
"Wonderful idea!", exclaimed Percy and stood slowly. "Let's get going. One word, Niccoló, and you'll have to look for a different chamber to sleep in. Don't test me."
Nico nodded stiffly and took Percy by the arm, at the very least. He knew Percy hated to be treated like he was injured or anything just because he was pregnant. And Nico didn't mean to, he was just really concerned for Percy since he himself had no idea what being pregnant was like and he worried. The five of them headed out of the palace, passing the royal guard. Luke and Jason saluted to them before turning back to their training, drilling the knights in things that looked more fluent when Sam did them with a stick. It was confusing for Trend.
"Jason, Luke. Send your boys on a break. I want you to come with us", ordered Nico.
The head-guards nodded and followed their king, a little confused. Though both realized what Nico wanted when they found a carrier training a labor slave, showing far more experience and talent than about half the knights Jason and Luke were training. Derek on the other hand was feeling himself getting hard when he saw the way Sam fought. It was even more erotic than the way Sam had belly-danced. Completely and utterly mesmerizing. Donny found himself equally hooked.
"No, Sander. Your posture", growled Sam annoyed. "You hold yourself completely wrong."
"Not completely, but he could do a better job", interjected Luke amused.
The two slaves dropped their sticks and turned around startled, only now noticing the audience they had attracted. Sam gulped and actually hid behind Sander, who looked protective and worried.
"We didn't do anything!", exclaimed Sander wide-eyed. "I—I know slaves aren't allowed to fight and all, but we didn't use real weapons, right? So... we didn't do anything wrong..."
"Please shut up before I send you to the dog-house, you guilty puppy", grunted Luke and lifted one hand up to shut Sander up. "Seriously, how does the prince put up with you?"
"Because he's an adorable puppy!", exclaimed Donny and glared at the knight.
Sander blushed furiously, which caused Percy to coo. Nico for his part stepped back to observe.
"Where did you learn to fight like that, carrier?", asked Jason, his voice holding authority.
"I don't think that's any of your business", growled Sam defensively.
"Not his business, but ours", stated Trend and stepped a little forward. "Answer. Now."
Sam wavered a little and stepped back behind Sander again. "I don't want to."
"Well, I'd appreciate the truth though", commented Derek, standing next to Donny.
"No slave can learn the kind of things you know. Where did you learn them?", asked Luke.
Sander nudged Sam a little, stepping aside and pushing Sam forward a bit. "Come on, Sam."
"I... I learned it in the Royal Guard", replied Sam and straightened his back as he glared at Luke fiercely. "I... used to be General Samuel Elijah James Raser the Third of the Fólannian Islands, head of the Fódhlandrastan division of King Matthew's guard."
"Raser?", repeated Jason and Luke stunned, staring at him shocked.
"Raser, like General Samuel Raser, the head of King Matthew's Royal Guard?", asked Jason.
"I believe that's what he just said", stated Percy confused.
"No, no, General Samuel Raser the Second, he was the head of the main guard back when Luke and I were just newbies. He dominated whole wars. He led the army that invaded Fódhlandrasta in the first place and won it over to become part of the Fólannian Islands, even though they had fought tooth and nail to stay independent", rambled Jason, sounding a little like a fanboy.
"My grandfather, yes", nodded Sam stiffly.
"You mean you, a carrier, used to be a general in the Royal Guard?", asked Luke skeptically.
"Yes", growled Sam, fixing Luke with a glare. "I'm not a born slave. I was raised in the castle in Eirepona, as the son of a lord and a lady. The son of two knights. I've earned my fair share of medals defending my home and my king. I rose to be a general when I was sixteen. And I lost everything because my grandfather caught me kissing another knight, digging and digging until he found out what's 'wrong' with me. He couldn't let it go, he couldn't accept it and needed to find a valid reason why I felt the way I did. And when he found one that pleased him, he used it to get rid of the disgrace of his family and sold me into slavery. Not because it was the 'right' thing to do because that's where carriers belong, but simply because he felt so ashamed that his grandson and heir was into men that he'd rather erase him from the family tree than learn to accept it. I had a perfectly honorable life that I was proud of, I loved serving my country, fighting for it. And now I haven't even touched a sword in a year. You have no idea how that feels, so don't you dare judging me because I'm a carrier. I was a knight first, before I was a slave."
Sander stared concerned after his friend as he ran off. On the one hand he wanted to go after Sam, but on the other, he knew that Sam needed to blow off some steam now. He hated talking about his life before slavery, even more so than talking about what happened during his captivity.
"What did you do that for?!", growled Sander angered, startling the others as he glared at Luke. "Your own queen used to be a slave, what is your problem? Yes, carriers are capable to do more than just bear kids! Why were you being so mean to him?!"
"Mh, so the puppy can also bark and bite", commented Luke impressed. "For the record, I wasn't being 'mean'. I just questioned how a carrier even got into the army to begin with."
"Oh...", mumbled Sander, now a little embarrassed. "I just... Sam is my best friend and I know how much he hates to talk about the life he used to have before he became a slave, because he used to have basically everything. He had four cousins who were like sisters to him, he had a loving family, titles and fame, admirers, friends, he was living in a mansion, he even had love. And then he went to sleeping on the ground in a cage, with shackles and a collar."
"If you'd excuse us, my queen. I'd like to go after him", stated Derek, tugging on Trend's hand.
"Of course, kids. Go and comfort him", smiled Percy softly, nodding to them.
Now that Sam, Derek and Trend were gone, Sander grew kind of worried. Everybody was staring at him so critically. He was honestly relieved when three brunettes came up to them, interrupting.
"Grace, Castellan, will we continue now? Because if you leave me alone any longer with those two bastards, I will cut their balls off with their own swords", growled the brunette woman.
She was holding onto two nearly identical, brunette men. Percy chuckled as he saw the Stolls, looking so very much like their adopted sons right then and there. In trouble for mischief.
"Clarisse, if you kill Connor and Travis, we'll be short two knights", sighed Jason annoyed.
"Not much of a loss consid...", huffed Clarisse before interrupting herself. "Who's that?"
"Right, you haven't met Sander yet. He's the slave I told you about, the one Donny brought with him", said Percy in ways of introduction. "Sander, this is one of our knights, Clarisse Rodriguez."
"Mom?", whispered Donny confused. "Why are they staring at each other like that?"
"I have absolutely no idea", grunted Percy after another moment of awkward staring.
Clarisse had actually let go of the Stolls, who hastily ran off at the opportunity. She didn't even seem to notice as she walked up to Sander, staring the boy up and down. That kind of behavior was more than weird for the female knight so Nico took a moment to really look at Sander now. Especially with Clarisse next to him. Okay, there were a lot of brunettes and Clarisse didn't have a trademark on this shade of brown, but it did strike Nico as odd that they had the same shade of sandy-brown hair. And now that he looked intensely, he realized why Sander's face looked so familiar. His bone-structure was very similar to that of Chris, Clarisse's husband.
"Sander? Like... Chrysander...?", asked Clarisse slowly, her voice actually quivering.
Sander laughed a little and grinned. "Yeah, actually. Most people assume it's short for Alexander."
The laughter died when Clarisse was basically invading his personal space, touching his face. "Where did you get that scar over your eye, boy? Do you... remember?"
"I... don't really, just faintly. I don't remember much from before I became a slave", shrugged Sander confused, tracing the scar himself. "I think I fell off a... swing, I guess..."
"Because your sister pushed you too hard and you kept crying for hours", whispered Clarisse.
"How do you know that?", asked Sander stunned. "I mean, there was a girl, I guess, but..."
"Her name is Calandra", replied Clarisse softly. "A—And I know because I was there."
Percy's breath hitched when he realized what was going on. Clarisse's son had disappeared back when their village had been attacked and Clarisse had just assumed that her little boy had died. But what if the healthy youth had been taken into slavery, to gain some profit.
"Jason, Luke. You have a class to teach. Nico, Donny, if you'd help me back to our chambers, please. I'm feeling extremely exhausted all of a sudden and wish to lay down", stated Percy.
He acted faint, fluttering his eyelashes. Nico was hanging off his arm within seconds and Donny, albeit confused and looking at Sander questioningly, also went to help his mother. Jason and Luke obeyed their queen's command and left, until only a completely confused Sander and a close to tears Clarisse were left on the hill. Clarisse wanted to hate herself for being short of crying, because that was a weakness and if there was one thing Clarisse wasn't, it was weak.
"Y—You were so small...", croaked Clarisse out, her throat feeling so tight. "We were under attack a—and your father and I, we were fighting to defend our home. But when we came back to our village, it was burning. One of the neighbors was holding onto your sister, but no one knew where you were. I—I... no, we. We thought you... died. In the fire, or in the attack before. We searched for you, in every ruin there was, all around the village and the cities surrounding it, but no one knew anything a—and we started to... accept the fact that you were dead. Our home was destroyed, our kingdom had fallen in the war and been taken over by the enemy. We took Cally and left, seeking shelter here. I... had no idea you were still alive. I... I am your mother, Chrysander."
Sander's whole world basically collapsed around him, so he did the only logical thing he could do. He turned around and ran as fast as he could back to Donny's chambers, where he startled the young prince nearly into a heart-attack and collapsed on his own bed, hiding under the pillow.
"Uhm... San? What's... wrong? Are you alright?", asked Donny concerned, walking over to Sander's room and sitting down on his bed next to him. "What was Clarisse talking about? What happened?"
"S—She's my mother", mumbled Sander into the cushion, barely audible.
"Hey, I can't understand a word", chuckled Donny softly, guiding Sander so he was laying with his head in Donny's lap, Donny tenderly caressing Sander's hair. "Now tell me about it, San."
"She's my mother", repeated Sander softly, staring down onto the floor. "She's... my mother. And I have a sister. No. No, actually, that would mean I have two sisters. That means Carry is my little sister. Which means I also have a father. I... I... I have a family."
"That's... wonderful", whispered Donny with a tender smile. "But then why are you here? Why aren't you with them, getting to know them, talking to them, reconnecting."
"I'm a slave", mumbled Sander and looked up at Donny with large, worried eyes. "She's a knight and my father apparently is a knight too and my baby sister who I met for like the first time today is some kind of clever adviser for a princess a—and all I am is a slave. I can't even read or write or properly fight, all I can do is... lift stuff around and build tents."
"I don't understand...", confessed Donny confused.
"W—Why would they want me in their family...?", asked Sander, sounding small and vulnerable.
Donny's face fell and he stared completely dumbfounded at Sander. "What?"
"I was five when I became a slave. All I know is traveling around, doing what my master tells me. Doing manual labor and shutting up because my opinion doesn't matter and no one cares", admitted Sander, sounding so dark and bitter as Donny had never heard him before. "Before Sam, I've never had anyone caring for me as a human being a—and it's already weird enough to have you caring, because Sam is just another slave like me so that's different. B—But what... what do I do with... parents... a—and siblings...? H—How do I make them care...? A—And... like me?"
Donny actually felt a tear run down his cheek before he rolled Sander off his lap to properly hug him tightly. "Stupid Sander. How could they not care? How could they not like you? You're adorable and sweet and very, very, very likable. A—And believe me one thing, Sander. I know Clarisse and Chris very well and I grew up with their daughter Cally... with your sister... Clarisse often talked with my mom about the son she lost. It's been the only times I ever saw her sad and vulnerable. She still loves you, even though she lost you so long ago. I... I understand that you're afraid and don't know what to do, but... they don't know either. So... why don't you go and try figure it out together? As a family? Because that's what families do, Sander. They stick together."
"B—But what if I'm not who they want me to be? What if they don't want me?", asked Sander, still looking worried, turning the puppy-eyes on Donny. "Can you please come with me?"
"I... uhm... sure", nodded Donny awkwardly, blushing a little.
/break\
Derek was smiling amused when he saw Sam laying in his bed, screaming into the pillow and hitting the mattress. He was throwing a full-blown temper tantrum and it was adorable.
"If you're done there, would you like to talk?", asked Derek curiously and amused.
"No", growled Sam annoyed and sat up. "I want to hit something or beat something or just break something. This... This is my past. It's over and done and it'll never be back and I never wanted to think about it and I never wanted anyone to know about it, but now everybody does and I hate it!"
"Okay", nodded Trend as he approached them. "Catch."
Sam yelped when a sword was thrown onto the bed next to him. He stared at it completely lost.
"You said you want to beat or hit something. Does a sword work too?", offered Trend curiously.
"A—Are you... serious?", asked Sam stunned and looked over at Derek shyly.
"Don't look at me", huffed Derek and held his hands up defensively. "The way you move when you fight is actually even hotter than when you dance. I'm certainly not objecting to a show."
"But...", stated Sam, staring at them like they were idiots. "You just saw the way I move with a stick, what do you think I can do with a real sword? And you're just handing me one?"
"Trust goes two ways. If I want you to trust me, I have to trust you", answered Derek softly. "You're clearly very upset at the moment, but earlier when I saw you with Sander, you were happier and more at ease than I've seen you before, aside from with Silly. So if this is something that makes you happy, I want to give it to you. And it just so happens that Trend here is the best swordsman I have."
"Only because I left the guard", countered Sam with a slight, confident grin.
Derek chuckled and walked back to his own bedroom, sitting down on his bed comfortably to watch. He knew they needed to talk about this at one point. He also knew he wanted to find out more about Sam's family. He obviously knew Samuel Raser the Second since the head of the guard had been over at the palace often when Derek had been a child and Derek wanted to get behind why this knight would do such a horrible thing to his own grandson. Still, right now he wanted and needed to focus on making Sam happy again, because he really disliked having him be all sad.
"Well, show me what you got to offer, big shot", challenged Trend intrigued.
Derek sank into the cushions when the two hot guys started to go at each other with the swords, in complete control of their bodies, moving like two predators. This would certainly go into foreplay once they made Sam theirs. Maybe Derek could get them into gladiator-suits...?
Author's note: Aaand we lost Derek to his own dirty mind! xD Next chapter will have Sander, accompanied by Donny, meeting his parents and little sister. Trend and Sam will share a shower. Oh, Leo and his family will be there too because we'll have a dinner party! And a short flashback of how Nico fell in love with Percy~