Title: Phoe's Tumblr Drabbles – OC-Centric Drabbles

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus

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: polyamory (m/m/m), protectiveness, sexual harassment

Main Pairing: Trend/Derek/Sam

Own Characters of the Next Generation: Samuel Raser, Derek Rhys, Trend Austin

Summary: Collection of all my next gen prompts from tumblr.

Someone gropes Derek at a bar. Sam won't stand for it.

Phoe's Tumblr Drabbles

OC-Centric Drabbles

Trend/Derek/Sam:

He told me what you did, and all I'm gonna do is tell you to stay away

"It wasn't that bad. Please stop exaggerating, sweetheart."

Derek heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes as his fingers caught Sam's wrist. But oh, that boy's eyes were ablaze with the fire of war. Sam looked ready to tear down entire cities. Trend opened his mouth to intervene, though he knew the stubbornness of both his lovers was unbeaten so he wasn't entirely sure how. Sam held up a hand to signal for Trend to shut the fuck up before he even had the chance to say something. The next moment, the son of Ares was walking over to the guy at the other end of the bar, some fairly handsome son of Dionysus. Sam's glare alone was enough to make the guy shut up and freeze, knowing that the wrath of Ares was a fierce and deadly one.

Sam pushed the guy against the wall, pinning him by the throat. "Derek told me what you did, and all I'm gonna do is tell you to stay away. I want to do entirely different things, but Derek doesn't want me to. So I'll just have you know that if you ever grope anyone without their consent again, I will break every single bone in your hand. But if you are stupid enough to try and do so with my boyfriend, I'll do far worse. Am I understood, bag of dicks?"

The guy nodded jerkily and Sam let go of him. After giving him another harsh push that knocked the wind out of him. Sam was still glaring as he returned to his boyfriends. He very decidedly sat down with his legs thrown over Derek's, a possessive arm around the smaller male's shoulders and his face buried in Derek's neck. Derek heaved a sigh and exchanged a meaningful look with Trend. All Trend did was scoot closer to caress Sam's back soothingly. Derek was used to it; drunk horny assholes groping him in passing and laughing at it. He did have a reputation, after all, and many thought they had a right to catch in on that. He didn't quite care about it. Sam did. With Sam's own history, the son of Ares took those kind of things far more seriously than Derek did and the mere thought of someone touching those he loved without their consent made Sam furious.

"Better? You can tuck our flower boy away for safekeeping for the night?", asked Trend gently.

Derek was short of protesting - he did not appreciate being damsel-in-distress-ed by them - but then the implied meaning of going back home to their shared bed and with a possessive, adrenaline fueled Sammy caught up with him.

"That sounds wonderful", agreed Derek. "Let's go home. You can fuss about me there, sweetheart."