A/N. Okay, so before I get into reviews, I just wanted to say, apparently I've been using the word 'cuck' wrong. Apparently that means the guy watching is enjoying it. Here, Hercules will not enjoy it, like, at all. So yeah, just wanted to say sorry, since maybe that gave you guys a different idea of what to expect, than what you are getting. Now onto reviews.

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Percy landed outside of Zoë's window, right on the awning. Singing was coming from inside. The voice sounded angelic. He took a minute to listen to the words. He had no idea that Zoë could sing so well.

Blood coated Percy's hands as he knocked on her window. The singing stopped instantly.

Zoë came to the window. Her eyes widened when she saw him. She opened the window quickly.

"What happened to you? You look like you got in a fight with a blender! And is that an arrow in your shoulder?! Perseus, what did you do?!"

"I'll explain later. Right now, I need your first aid kit." He said as he pointed to the first aid kit he saw hanging on the wall in her bathroom.

Zoë looked back at it and back at him. "Come on in. And please, try not to bleed on the carpet."

Percy rolled his eyes fondly. He stepped into the room, trying to make sure no blood got on the carpet. The room was just as he remembered. With a desk next to the bathroom door, and a full sized bed to the left of him. The hundred headed dragon plushie was still next to her pillow. On the desk sat the same things as last time. The computer was on, and the monitor displayed some video game. That was weird, considering last time she said it was for schoolwork. The golden apple was still on the desk, still looking like it was freshly picked. He wondered if she had spray painted an apple and that was why it looked the same.

Zoë motioned him over to the bathroom when he was done observing her things. He stumbled over to the bathroom. Zoë turned on the light as he took his mask off.

"On the counter, let's go." She said, pointing at it.

Percy grunted as he hopped onto the counter. Zoë looked him over. Percy shivered as she studied him. He was reminded of ASMR triggers. Wasn't personal attention one of them?

"Hmm. That arrow has to come out first before I do anything." She said finally.

"I don't know. I think my intestines are about to fall out, so I think that should be fixed first."

Zoë rolled her eyes. "To do that I would have to see the full extent to what the damage is. Your suit is blocking that, so I would have to take that off. But I can't do that because of the arrow in your shoulder. Do you follow?"

Percy was silent, thinking it over. "Yeah, you know what, that makes sense. So, Nurse Nightshade, how are we going to get this out?"

Zoë shook her head. "You're not gonna like it." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. She switched it open.

Percy looked at the knife. He could've sworn that the knife was made of celestial bronze. The way it glinted in the light wasn't like any other mortal metal.

She moved closer to him and handed him a towel. "Bite down on that, this is gonna hurt. And we don't want father to hear you scream."

He did as he was ordered. Seconds later, pain flamed in his shoulder as she made some cuts. Then she slowly pulled out the arrow. Percy's eyes were wide as he bit down on the towel hard.

Zoë breathed out a sigh of relief. Then she saw the amount of blood flowing out of the wound. She needed to hurry.

"Is there an easy way to take this off?"

"Zipper in the back."

She nodded and got up on the counter. She unzipped the thing and got back in front of him. She slowly pulled the suit down to his waist. Instantly her cheeks flamed red. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath.

Holy shit, he was muscular. Not like a bodybuilder, but a swimmer. Streamline, agile, maximum efficiency.

"Stop oogling me." Percy said.

"I am not oogling you."

"Sure you aren't. At least I get to spend my final moments knowing you think I'm hot."

"You're not going to die."

"I don't know, I'm losing a lot of blood here." He paused as he pondered something. "Wait, you didn't deny that you think I'm hot."

"Percy, shut up."

"Fine."

Zoë opened the first aid kit, and pulled out some gauze. She wet it then wrung it out. Then she started to pack the wound. She noticed that the hole seemed to get smaller. That was weird.

She took some medical tape and taped some gauze over it, sealing the wound. At least he wasn't bleeding from there anymore. Now onto the other major problem, the tear that was threatening the security of his intestines.

She washed her hands before poking the wound. Wherever water touched the wound, it seemed to heal a tiny bit. She pulled her hand back before trying something. She cupped her hands under the sink faucet and filled her hands with water. Then she splashed it on his wound.

The long cut began to heal. She continued this, healing the cut until not even a scar was there.

"What just happened?" Percy asked, confused. He stared at his stomach like it just came from outer space.

"It seems that water heals your injuries."

"That's new."

Zoë shrugged. She washed her hands of Percy's blood. "Let's get you into bed so you can rest. You lost a lot of blood, so you should feel pretty tired."

"I don't feel too bad. Shoulder hurts like a bitch though."

Zoë helped him off the counter. It was kind of awkward for him to walk since the suit wanted to fall off his waist, but he managed to walk and get into the bed.

"Are you sure I can stay?" He asked again.

"As long as you leave before father finds out, we should be in the clear."

"I thought your dad liked me?"

"Yeah, until your little outburst at dinner."

"Well, no quicker way to make someone hate you than having a different political opinion."

"Yeah. It just so happens that this one is personal to you."

"Does he know?"

Zoë shook her head as she helped him into the bed.

Percy grunted as his back hit the headboard.

"You good there?"

"Told you, shoulder hurts like a bitch."

"Fair enough, but try to rest a little bit, you've had a rough night" Zoë said with care in her voice.

"I know you said it'll be alright since your dad is asleep, but I don't want to take a chance on it, I feel fine other than my shoulder, I'll be ok."

"Percy, you almost died, you're lucky to feel close to alright, but you need to rest and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."

"Alright, if I'm staying here for the night is it alright if I take a shower? I feel extremely gross."

"Of course, but be quick. It's down the hall to the right"

Percy grabbed a towel and proceeded to the bathroom where he took the most refreshing shower of his life. As he was showering, thoughts of everything that just happened replayed in his mind. He thought of all the FBI, the Blemmyae, Zoë... "She looks as beautiful as ever." Percy thought. Percy knew he had to hustle a bit, so he tried not to daydream too much and forced himself to snap out of it. Though he wasn't too distracted by it, he only now realized just how much of an effect Zoë had on him.

30 minutes later, he walked out and into Zoë's room with nothing but a towel around his waist, not to mention his wet hair caused droplets to trickle down his torso. Zoë couldn't help but stare.

Percy smirked "You like what you see?"

Zoë quickly turned away, she felt her face getting warmer and her heart beating faster. "Shut up, you're gonna need pants if we're gonna be sleeping in the same bed."

Zoë then went over to her dresser to retrieve some sweatpants for Percy to wear, but for some reason she just couldn't find them. Since she'd have to bend over sometimes to check the bottom drawers, Percy had what he'd call 'eye candy'. I can't believe this, does she know what she's doing? Those shorts are really short and her shirt is really thin...shit... He thought.

Zoë had managed to find the sweatpants, but little did she know what fate had in store for her in the coming moments. She turned around and was about to tell Percy she had found something for him to wear, but she found herself face to face with Percy, and his very visible boner. Percy felt a wave of heat surge through his body. He couldn't stop thinking about how Zoë's ass would feel in the grip of his hand, how his cock wold feel inside of her, or how loud her moans would sound if he fucked the shit out of her. It's almost like he couldn't control himself when he was extremely close to Zoë. Their eyes locked for what felt like forever, exchanging feelings without speaking. Zoë could tell how Percy was feeling just from the look on his face. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't turned on by it. Thoughts were running through her mind faster than she could keep up with, but eventually, it became very clear to both her and Percy where this was going. They wanted this. They needed this.

Not a moment later Percy's lips met Zoë's in a passionate make out session, overflowing with unspoken emotion. Percy's tongue explored her mouth, as they both breathed heavily. He led her a few steps over to the bed after separating from Zoë for a short time. Percy began to pepper her collar bone, shoulder, neck, and chest with hickeys and kisses as he took off her shirt and shorts. Zoë felt like she was in heaven, she had fantasized about this moment for so long. Soon enough, like everything else, the towel Percy was wearing soon came off to reveal his throbbing boner. The sight of Percy made Zoë whimper.

Zoë spread her legs while Percy's eyes took in the view of Zoë's pink-tinted face and all of her curves. She was beautiful, and Percy couldn't help but salivate at the thought of what she'd look like after he was done with her. He grabbed his cock with one hand and rubbed it up and down against her pussy, occasionally touching her clit, prompting Zoë to gasp in pleasure. Eventually though, Percy was done teasing, and he looked at Zoë for permission, then slowly slid his hard dick in her. He felt her walls grip him tight, a light moan escaped his lips. Zoë's moans of ecstasy rang throughout her room as Percy thrusted at a steady rhythm. Time became meaningless to the two of them in the world of bliss they shared, but suddenly in the middle of their fun, Zoë's computer alerted the pair of an incoming FaceTime call. Zoë was quick to throw a small object at the keyboard to decline as Percy continued to go from base to tip in her.

The only problem, unbeknownst to them, was that Zoë didn't hit "Decline", she hit "Accept," and on the other end was none other than Hercules. Under the illusion that nobody was watching the pair, Percy continued enjoying Zoë's sounds of pleasure, unaware of who was witnessing them, and unaware of the anger quickly rising from said observer. Hercules made sure he was muted, but he was practically seething as he watched Percy run his hands along Zoë's body, caressed her thighs, how she would lightly quiver when he licked her nipples, and how her eyes would roll back every now and then. Hercules couldn't fucking believe it, "she can take that dumbass waterboy back but not me!?" He thought. He continued to fuel his anger with what was happening on his screen, all the while the pair was on cloud 9. All of what Percy felt and saw was pushing him over the edge and the same could be said for Zoë, they were almost there. Percy quickened his pace, making Zoë moan louder and their breathing to stagger. Hercules gritted his teeth. They were at the peak of it all when Percy felt Zoë's walls grip him tighter, and she felt his cum fill her until it overflowed. After a few seconds, Percy pulled out of Zoë and took a few seconds to admire his work. She was flushed pink, legs quivering, gasping for air, messy hair, and hickeys scattered over her body.

Percy, exhausted, rested his face between Zoë's chest. She looked at him with an endearing expression. She affectionately ran her fingers through his hair. They laid there for a few minutes, almost falling asleep, until Zoë saw something on her desk.

Her eyes widened as she saw that Hercules was on the monitor. She shook Percy awake. He lifted his head, and saw that she was pointing at something. He turned his head to see the ongoing facetime call.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled.

Hercules left the call immediately.

The worried pair stared at the monitor, wondering just how much he saw. Percy knew from the rage on Hercules' face that he was fucked. And it wasn't Zoë that was going to do it.

"Can I get up real quick?" Zoë asked him.

Percy nodded and rolled off of her. Zoë got off of the bed and walked over to the desk. Percy took the opportunity to admire her figure from behind as cum trickled out of her pussy and down her leg. Percy's worries instantly increased with the thought that she could now be pregnant. He was in no way financially stable enough for a kid.

Zoë grabbed the golden apple on her desk. She brought it back to the bed, where Percy had sat up, leaning against the headboard. She sat down in front of him.

"Eat this. It'll make you feel better. Trust me." She handed it to him.

Percy stared at the golden apple apprehensively.

"Want me to take a bite to show you it's safe?" She asked/

Percy handed it back. True to her word, she took a bite, and handed it back to him. Seeing that it seemed to be a normal apple, he took a bite as well.

It was the greatest thing he had ever tasted. It was like a mix of all his favorite things, and it somehow worked. He offered it back to Zoë, who took another bite. They went back and forth, sharing the golden apple. They finished the apple quickly.

Zoë threw the core of the apple into the trash bag at the foot of her bed. She crawled back over to him, sitting next to him. The wooden headboard was cold to her bare back. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"You know, I never found out how you got powers."

"It's kind of a long story."

"We have time."

Percy sighed, before starting the story.

Percy breathed in the beach air of Montauk. The salty scent of the sea, and the feeling of the wind set the day up as a day full of fun, humor, and overall joy. The sea beckoned him to join the water.

Percy took the sea's offer and walked into the water. The water was cool, a nice contrast to the hot summer weather. He put his head underwater, cooling it off in the summer heat. He brought it back up, the water staying in his hair.

He watched as little kids played in the sand, and he watched as teenagers went surfing in the deeper waters. The wind blew, cooling the temperature a little bit.

Percy smiled. He was in his element. The sea was always a friend and the beach always felt like home. He often imagined the sea having faces, smiling at him from below the surface of the water.

He swam in the water, enjoying the way his arms cut through it. He dived underwater again, opening his eyes and looking at the seafloor. It was barren, with only a couple of small fish swimming around.

He was going to come back up for air, when he was stepped on by someone. He felt the very last breath of air leave his lungs as he gasped. He inhaled a bunch of water. He felt his lungs fill up.

His last thought before he went unconscious was 'Holy fuck, I'm gonna drown and die.' Then his eyes closed.

He woke up lying on the floor. It felt like it was made of tile. He opened his eyes slowly to see that he was in a place he didn't recognize. He seemed to be underwater, but he was breathing regularly. He opened his eyes fully.

He seemed to be in a throne room of sorts. Pillars supported a tall ceiling. Balconies lined the walls, looking down on the room. Banners hung from the balconies, black with a golden trident in the center. Green tiles led up to a huge throne made of aquamarine.

On the throne sat a giant man that could've been his father with how much he looked like him. Black hair, tan skin, sea green eyes. He had a healthy black beard, grown out a little bit. He wore a tropical shirt with khaki shorts, like someone might wear when going fishing. He was talking to a woman who looked almost invisible in the water.

"I'm sorry m'lord, but the Sea has chosen the boy." She was saying.

"I'm aware, but why did it have to be him of all people?"

"Would you not want him to be your successor? I feel like he is the only person that could've been chosen."

The man sighed. "Thank you. You may leave."

The woman bowed, turned around and walked out. When she walked past Percy, she smiled at him, and walked off. Percy looked confused, before standing up.

He had no idea what to do. He was in a new place, with someone he had never met before. He was apprehensive about the whole thing.

"Percy Jackson." The man boomed. "Please, come forward."

Percy froze. The man was talking to him? He tried to move his legs, but found that he couldn't. Suddenly he felt a burst of energy, and he found himself able to move again.

"Come, Percy. It is okay. You are in no danger here. Especially from me."

Percy stepped forward cautiously.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Poseidon. Greek God of the Sea, among other things. We have a lot to talk about. Follow me."

Poseidon stood up and shrunk to the size of a normal human. He gripped a trident in his hand. He seemed to use it as a walking stick. He motioned for Percy to follow him. Percy followed him out of the side door.

The door led to an underwater garden. He could see the surface of the water way above them, miles probably. He should've felt some pressure, but he felt nothing. It was like he was on the surface, with only air above him.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

It wasn't a question, but instead a statement. Like he knew what was going through Percy's head.

"Uh, yeah."

Poseidon chuckled. "Let's start from the beginning. There was nothing, nothing but Chaos. Chaos created the universe as we know it. She created beings to be the personifications of everything. Then those personifications had children. The children were called Titans. The youngest, Kronos, chopped up his father and took over as king of the world. Then he had children, who he ate. All but one, Zeus."

"What does this have to do with me?" Percy asked.

"We'll get there. Just let me explain. Zeus chopped up Kronos after a very long war, and became king. But with the Titans defeated, and some killed, nature was out of balance. So to solve this, Gods took on domains, putting nature back in balance."

"Interesting." Percy said, not knowing what else to say.

"Now, this is what this all has to do with you. About a hundred years ago, Gods started to fade. The immortal equivalent of death. No one knows how it happened, but Gods were fading. We knew it was only a matter of time until we were all gone. So Zeus put out a decree for Gods to find successors, someone to take up the mantle and put nature back in a balance. And, you, Percy Jackson, are my successor."

Percy laughed. "No thanks. I'm good, really."

"This isn't a choice. You have been chosen. Not by me, but by the Sea itself. It recognizes you as its rightful patron."

"So what, I agree, and, poof, I'm a god?"

Poseidon shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. The only thing I can do is give you my blessing. Whether you become immortal or not is entirely up to fate. Either you do or you do not. There is no try."

"Cool, so either I live forever, or I die sometime like usual."

"If you want to put it that way, yes. Though, your death would be much closer now. With monsters throughout the world, they will hunt you."

"How could they be throughout the world, wouldn't people notice?"

"That is why the Mist is so important. It keeps the Mythological out of the eyes of Mortals. It covers up all of our doings."

"So, say I don't die, and I become immortal. How would I know?"

"That you've become immortal?"

Percy nodded.

"Well, you wouldn't bleed blood, but instead, golden ichor. You would feel like you have more energy, and time around you would seem to slow, making you feel like you have all the time in the world."

"And I don't have a choice in any of this?"

"No, you do not."

"So what exactly is going to happen?"

"Well, I give you my blessing, and you go on your merry way. Now, I'm going to put you to sleep, and you'll wake up with powers!"

Percy was put to sleep, and true to Poseidon's word, he woke up with powers.

"And that is how I got my powers. I didn't decide to become a hero until later, but that's the gist of it." Percy finished explaining to his… well, he wasn't sure if she was his girlfriend again, or just a friend with benefits, or something that was never going to happen again.

"So, you knew that deadly monsters existed, and yet you go around wearing thin spandex, with no protection?"

"Uh, I mean, I have a sword, but I didn't get that until like a month ago."

"So, no armor, no nothing?"

"No?"

"You should get some armour on that thing."

"How would I do that?"

"I could help."

"I didn't know you could do something like that."

"There's a lot you don't know about me." She said lowly. 'If only he knew.' She thought.

Percy yawned. "We would have to do it another day though."

"Aw, did I tire you out?"

"Zoë, be quiet."

She laughed. "This is why you love me." She said, before cuddling into his side.

Percy wrapped an arm around her and pulled the covers up to her chin. Zoë smiled as she descended into sleep. Percy hadn't fallen asleep just yet. His mind was running wild. Thoughts about the girl in his arms. The girl he had just fucked. The girl he fucked in front of her ex, which probably earned him an ass beating from said ex. But it was worth it.

In the end, he came up with one conclusion. He did love Zoë. But did she love him?

That was his final question as he fell asleep, his head resting next to hers.

LINE BREAK

High above New York City, on a floating rock, on a throne, sat Poseidon. On the only other throne in the room sat Artemis. Hestia tended a dying hearth in the center of the room.

"When are you going to tell him?" Artemis asked.

"Never. He is never going to find out." Poseidon said defiantly.

"I think you should tell him. You are close to fading, and he deserves to know before you go."

"He's going to despise me!"

"Better to get the truth out than hide it from him. What if he finds out from someone that isn't you? Better for it to come from you." Hestia said.

"Let's not talk about this. Artemis, how is it going with finding someone to succeed you?"

Artemis sat back in her chair. "It was going well, until your champion slept with her!"

"What's the problem?"

"What- WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?! The problem is that I'm a maiden, and my successor should be a maiden!"

"I don't think that is fair grounds to disqualify someone."

"It is perfectly fine grounds to disqualify someone."

"That's bullshit and you know it. You know that if your domains choose someone, then they have chosen. No amount of grievances will change their choice."

"And what of my domain of chastity?"

"No one said you had to physically represent our domains. It's just a thing we choose to do." Hestia said quietly.

Artemis sighed. "Fine, but I don't like it."

"You'll get over it."

"When you tell your champion, maybe then I will."

"I'm not telling Percy anything!"

"Sure, sure you aren't." Hestia muttered.

"I'm not. Percy will never, ever, find out. And that is final!" Poseidon said before flashing out of the throne room.

A/N. Alright, so, that's that. I'm sorry that it took a while for this to come out. Most of this was just waiting for the lemon to be done. That's right, I didn't write it, Zaeng_ did. So give her a round of applause.

Thank you Zaeng_ for writing this, and for betaing this chapter. You did a very good job.

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