Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Falls Asleep On Poseidon Novels & Stories

Thanion didn’t respond, but his jaw tightened as Zeus disappeared through the doors, leaving him alone in the dim, oppressive silence of his chambers. He turned back toward the bed, the faint scent of lilies still lingering in the air. His mind churned with the implications of what Zeus had said. Tomorrow, his life would change irrevocably. Whether it would be for better or worse, he couldn’t yet say. But deep down, in the part of him that still held onto the faintest shred of hope, he couldn’t help but wonder.

"Lay down." I laid down so fast, my head hit the pillow a little too hard. Percy laid his hand on my head and began to hum as he played images of a beautiful future before us. A possible future among the millions of possibilities. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

His hand was hovering over my belly. I just nodded. Percy placed his hand on my belly and smiled when it moved. "He's way too active during nighttime," I sighed. Percival grabbed my arm and pulled me until my body was leaning on his. He made me rest my head on his chest. Whenever I couldn't sleep, we would end up in this position. It was comfortable for me. "Tali, I was wondering. What would we call him? I mean, I'm Percy and Percival, so what will his nickname be?"

Khalid nodded briefly and I saw Alex leave with him, pushing the food trolley along. We're alone in the room, but now that I've eaten I'm feeling better, and the sleep isn't as intense. Achilles lies down again, as does Perseus, and he takes me with him, placing me between the two of them, this time with my head on Perseus' shoulder while Achilles hugs me from behind. Perseus POV Sophia fell asleep right away, even though I felt she didn't want to, but as the minutes went by the effect of our scents made her calmer and calmer, and she soon fell asleep.

E L E A N O R I sit on the edge of the bed after placing the tray carefully on the bedside table, the silence in the room wrapping itself around me like a heavy cloak, forcing me to face my thoughts. He’s here. Not a figment of some fleeting dream I’d jolt awake from, not a cruel flicker of memory my heart replays just to torment me—he’s here. Perseus is lying on the bed, barely a foot away, asleep on his back, his breathing calm and rhythmic. He looks so at peace, almost boyishly innocent, nothing like the man who’d painted the night red just hours ago.

“That’s cooler than wolves!” Despite everything weighing on my mind, I laughed softly. Then I reached forward and switched off my phone. The screen went dark instantly. I didn’t want anyone tracking my location. Not today. That night, Iris fell asleep almost immediately after we returned. But sleep didn’t come as easily for me. I lay beside Percy, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Then suddenly, a violent movement jerked me to attention. Strong arms grabbed my shoulders and forced me backward. My back hit the mattress as Percy pinned me beneath him. His entire body was shaking and his breathing ragged.

As they diligently organize the provisions, King Poseidon enters the kitchen, catching snippets of their conversation. His voice brims with concern as he signs, "What's happening? Why isn't Madissa joining you?" Nerissa proceeds to sign the entire tale to Poseidon, who attentively nods in comprehension. With a blend of relief and caution etched on his face, Poseidon signs, "I understand. It's wonderful that you've made a new friend, but we cannot jeopardize your safety. I will send Triton with you to guard the cave while you sleep."

Percy curled up against me, resting his head on my chest. I could feel his heart pounding, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. "Thank you," I whispered into his hair. "For what?" he asked. "For trusting me," I said. "For not giving up." He smiled against my chest. "How could I give up on you?" I held him tighter, unable to find the words to express my gratitude. Percy had given me a glimpse of hope, and I wasn't going to let it slip away. As we lay there in the quiet, his breath evened out, and he drifted to sleep. I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the faint sounds of the cicadas outside.

Lyssa POV When I open my eyes, I am inside the car. Percy is watching me, his head tilted a little, that soft smile on his lips. How long had I been sleeping? I wonder. My neck feels stiff from leaning on his shoulder, and I sit up fast, rubbing my face. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I say, my voice still filled with sleep. “I didn’t mean to pass out on you like that.” He let out a short smile. “Don’t apologize. You needed it. You looked exhausted back on the bench so I brought you here.”

“But, I suppose you got here through unconventional means... its possible.” She felt her hopes rising, again. “So how do I get out?”, she asked, following him up the mountain. “Not so fast...what’s your name?” He seemed friendlier now, his once harsh eyes now cool and calming. “Azeasthrath, and...you are?” They were now climbing stairs of a skyscraper, turning every ten steps. “ Hypnos, god of sleep.” He said and the scene changed again. They were standing on a platform, and everything else was just endless black. “Why do you even want to go back so badly?”, he asked looking down. Still black everywhere. “Zoi is there. He made his way into the world and is probably going to destroy it.”