A/N

Hey Guys! combatwombat14 here.

This is my first ever fanfiction, and I'd appreciate feedback from all of you.

I've taken a fair few elements of the first few chapters directly from CombatTombat's Vas Bellicosum, I've been too engrossed in writing my first fanfiction ever to acknolwedge it yet.

I don't own Percy Jackson, its characters, or any other Rick Riordian shit that may pop up.

Chapter 1

God(s) Save the Queen(Hero)

Percy/Poseidon

"Get back 'ere, you no-good son 'uva bitch!"

Percy held his breath, intending to hide his position as long as he could. He never lasted long, though, when Gabe was especially angry.

Like today.

The shadow of a drunk and thoroughly humiliated Gabriel Ugliano was cast into Percy's bedroom, intent on receiving the sadistic pleasure of torturing his nine year old stepson. He never really liked that bitch- what was her name? Sandra? He didn't know, he didn't care. She was dead anyways, and now he could do whatever he wanted to with that little bastard.

"Come out, come out, 'ever you are..."

Percy didn't dare to move from under the currently safe confines of under his bed, where the darkness perfectly covered his small frame. It was dusty, yes, and ripped condom packets were strewn across the floor, but he didn't care.

At least Gabe couldn't find him here.

"Huh. Pro'lly ran away, the stupid lil' fucker."

The shadow of Gabriel Ugliano slowly moved away from the door as the drunk, balding man ambled away from Percy's bedroom. Percy still didn't dare move. The last time he did, he found out the hard way that it was a trap. Which earned him many, many more lashes than usual.

At least by the fiftieth he'd become too numb to feel any pain.

Percy snapped back to reality with the distinct banging of a beer bottle on their ratty, three legged table. The sound was familiar to him. It was the sound Gabe made every time he made to get his "tools", as he'd say.

The jingle of keys and the slamming of the door alerted Percy that Gabe was finally gone. That he was safe- at least for today. Gabe would probably drink himself 'til he collapsed and was driven back to Eddie's house. Percy slowly crawled out of the dark space underneath his bed, very wary that this could easily be one of Gabe's ruses that he'd been subject to and very familiar with by now.

Percy crouched and crawled as stealthily as he could to his bedroom door. If it'd been shut, Gabe would've already been in the room- another thing he'd learned from experience. Trapped in a box- a box with a psycophatic, sadistic and very deadly stepdad. Not good.

Satisfied with the lack of noise- he'd done his recon, and Gabe would've been knocking over everything in the house with the amount of alcohol he'd consumed- Percy finally stepped into the light, and towards the storage room of his small little three room apartment. They didn't even have a kitchen, so Percy often had to steal or beg for food on days like these, when Gabe was gone.

But he'd finally saved enough to buy himself a snowcone at the beach; the very best in Hawai'i. Percy silently opened the door, having learned every trick in the book to not get beaten. Grabbing his surfboard from the storage, he dashed towards the front door and pried it open.

It was unlocked.

Thanking whatever deity looking after him, he ran out, not bothering to close the door- what did they have valuable enough to steal, anyways?- and dashed downstairs, and out the damned apartment complex that he lived in, and towards the sand of the beach, and he felt more at home than he ever did in that shitty box he called an apartment. The one good thing about the shitty box: it was amazingly close to the ocean, which may have been why the rent was so high. Smelly Gabe was really bad at choosing real estate.

The scent of that sea breeze, the feel of the sand beneath his feet, and especially, the talking fish- a combination that convinced him he was very much crazy.

'But crazy people think they're sane, don't they?', mused Perseus, who was brought back to reality by the ever-increasing line for those snowcones that he'd always wanted. Cursing his ADHD- yes, Nancy, he was diagnosed- he quickly ran to get in line, before he barrelled over by the force of the man whom he had ran into.

"Sorry, kiddo, y'all right?"

Percy shook the sand out of his hair and looked up at the man above him.

He stared into irides of a magnificent sea-green.

Eyes that he saw whenever he looked into the mirror.

Arma Roma

Neptune had to admit, Hawai'i was amazing.

Hawai'i was a land beyond the Gods, much like Alaska. Often overlooked, but Hawai'i was essentially his domain. The Land of the Sea. A contradiction in of itself, but he was a God. A living being who didn't need air to breathe, in addition to being unable to die? Well, there were crazier things than Hawai'i after all.

In truth, Neptune had come because of Sally. The Sea God had seen her die right in front of him, his son- his flesh and blood- crying for her to stay with him and to keep holding on.

She passed away holding her- and his- son's hand, never saying a word as he pleaded for her to anyone- any God- for her to live.

Tears threatened to spill from the immortal's face as he clenched his fists so hard his knuckles went white. Salacia- his actual immortal wife- had loved Sally too. They were smarter than their other Godly family, and soon realised that infidelities were inevitable. So they simply became infidels together. Simple.

His Lady had visited Hawai'i before, he knew that, but now it was his turn. The ancient laws forbade him from visiting his son, but there was some solace in knowing that he was still alive, still there.

Oomph!

Neptune stumbled slightly as he felt a force crash into his side. He turned to see a child laying in the sand there, and grimaced slightly, before putting a smile on face- as genuine as he could while thinking about his long-lost son.

"Sorry, kiddo, y'all right?"

And he stared into irides of a magnificent sea-green.

Eyes that he saw whenever he looked into the mirror.

Emotions flooded his brain as he slowly came to the realisation that- that- that this child, this boy, was the one who he'd imagined raising with his wife, his Sally, his- That was his child!

"Perseus," Neptune breathed.

Perseus- His Son!- frowned and his eyebrows slanted downward as his lips curled into a pout.

"How do you know me? And don't call me Perseus. Mrs Keller always calls me that when I get in trouble." his son's (his son's oh my god HIS son's) eyes gained a mischevious glint that was so reminiscent with Triton and his lips curled again into a mischevious smile that was so familiar- "And I get in trouble a LOT."

Neptune smiled, preparing to reply.

Then he saw the scars.

Red, angry scars mixed with pale white ones, scars that could only be the result of deliberate torture on this nine year old- his son- and Neptune saw red.

Clouds rolled into the previously clear sky, and the seas churned in accordance with their Lord's anger.

"Who did this to you?"

Perseus- to his shock and horror- barely flinched as he examined the scars on his own body. "Oh, just Smelly Gabe. He sucks at poker, so sometimes he hits me when he loses. It hurts, but then I go numb and I can't really feel anymore so it's fine."

The nonchalance in his voice just affirmed Neptune's resolve regarding the fate of this "Smelly Gabe". He knew his brother would take care- see: torture – him when he was dead.

Arma Roma

Percy thought that fisherman was an oddity. His eyes were oddly similar to his own, but he chalked it up to coincidence. Then the rapid emotions that were so visible in his eyes- emotions he'd learned to read from his life on the streets trying to avoid being home as long as possible. (Proudly, he could say that his longest streak was three weeks- Gabe's drunk ass gave him so many lashes, though.) To top it all off, he knew his name? His full name? And he saw his scars? He was wearing a shirt. Although maybe he was talking about the ones on his arms; Percy had forgot to cover those up.

He'd simply told Percy to stay where he was while he went to "do some work", in his own words. Percy was more than fine with it; the fisherman had given him a lot more money to buy snowcones with. The fisherman, 'Don', also felt safe... for some reason. Percy would trust his gut this time. With anyone else, he'd likely have cowered, but it was Don. Good enough for Percy.

An hour passed and he still wasn't back. Percy had severe ADHD, so honestly it was an accomplishment for him to stay in that spot for such a long time. And, finally, when he was about to grab his surfboard and run towards the oh-so-inviting waves, Don returned.

He had a metallic smell following him, one that was kind of familiar for Percy, with the amount of times he'd been beaten raw by Smelly Gabe and blood- blood! That was what it smelt like. But why blood?

"Gabriel has been taken care of."

Percy's jaw dropped. The smell of blood was explained now. He should have been horrified, but he felt nothing. No sadness, no remorse, no nothing.

"I've contacted my sister and my nephew, they're willing to take you in. I wish I could but... well I'll explain it to you later anyway."

Percy's eyes positively bulged now. This man- a mere fisherman- would take him in? A good for nothing, stupid boy who'd likely amount to nothing? Still, he had to think for his survival.

He shyly nodded.

Don's smile grew exponentially and he clicked his fingers.

A little girl- who was around his own age- appeared first. Her brown eyes glew even in the bright sunlight of Hawai'i, an orange tinge around her pupils which gave Percy the impression of soft, gentle flames flickering within her eyes. Her face was mousey, for a lack of a better word, and she wore a loose cloak which should've been making her sweat buckets by now. She looked at Don questioningly before turning to Percy and similing warmly.

The second person who'd suddenly appeared was a 17 year old boy. Blonde, with baby blue eyes, and a very well sculpted torso (A/N Hey, it's 2020) which was no doubt a result of constant working out (or being a God, of course). He looked at Percy and gave him a blinding smile, which made said boy cower behind Don. The teenager looked disappointed but shrugged.

"So, Uncle P, this the lil' man you've been talking about?"

Percy couldn't deny that his voice was pretty nice.

The little girl slapped him upside the head without even looking at him.

"Manners, Apollo. Is this the boy, Neptune?"

Apollo? Neptune? What was this, Greece? Rome? Whichever it was.

"Yes, Hestia sister. He's been through much, and I believe we must bring him to Lupa now."

Percy stared deadpan at the trio as they discussed himself. Lupa? Mother of Rome? How did he even know that?

The girl turned back to Percy and confirmed his thoughts about their insanity.

"Hello, Perseus, I am Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth."

Goddess? What in Hades? Hades? Where the Hades did that come from?

"I prefer Hestia to Vesta, of course, but of course you're unclear about the Gods. Don here is Neptune, and Apollo there is, well, Apollo."

Cuckoo much?

He stared at Don, silently pleading with him to tell them they were absolutely insane. He simply smiled back sadly at Percy.

"Percy. I'm Neptune, and I'm your father."

Percy stared.

"Oh damn! Wait, too soon?"

Apollo was an idiot, that was for sure.

A/N

Well, that was kind of intense!

The next chapter will feature Percy nearing Camp Jupiter, cuz I don't wanna spend too much time on the blessings and whatnot that usually happens in some stories.

Cheers,

combatwombat14