MIRELA ➪ PERCABETH

Everyday Revelation

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff.
This isn't percabeth but it is one my favourite one shots of Percy and Poseidon.(By Mrs.PercyJackson3 on ffnet)

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Everyday Revelation: something that occurs on a regular basis but is of such outstanding magnitude that even the regularity of its occurrence cannot render it monotonous. ~ *
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"Daddy?"

Poseidon wasn't entirely sure what woke him up, the childish voice ringing in his ears or the little finger that repeated assaulted his eyebrows. He gave a moan, his back protesting venomously in a way that told him he feel asleep in an unforgiving position, as he pried open his eyes. Wide, emerald eyes stared down at him, all but an inch from his face, and the smaller face they were sunk into tilted to the side.

"Percy," Poseidon rasped, his voice sleep roughed and groggy as he weakly batted his son away.

Apparently satisfied that his father was awake, Percy leaned back and plopped straight down onto Poseidon's chest, who let out an 'uff' as his lungs were suddenly compressed as they took on his child's weight.

"You fell asweep on the couch," Percy lisped lightly, a recent development since the loss of both his front teeth.

"So I did," Poseidon agreed with a groan, trying to stretch his back but the five-year-old planted firmly on his chest severely limited his range of movement. Percy didn't seem to care, watching his father struggle with interested eyes.

His awkward wiggling caused a stack of papers to fall from where they had been spread next to him on the couch and scatter across the floor. Ah, so that was the cause of his headache. He must have fallen asleep while doing paperwork. Poseidon rubbed his aching temple with one hand, the other being detained en route by his son.

"That bad, your back gonna hurt," Percy said sagely, nodding gravely as he clapped both of his little hands around his father's. He giggled as he pressed around Poseidon's hand, looking in wonder at the difference in size between his soft pale ones and his father's large tan ones.

"Yes, it will," Poseidon agreed, groaning as he pushed himself into a sitting position. Percy squawked, protesting with vague sounds of indignation as he threw his arms around Poseidon's neck and hung on tight.

"What time is it?" Poseidon muttered, more to himself than the mildly put off child. He groped blindly until his fingers closed around his phone, half wedged between the couch cushion, cursing as he half blinded himself turning it on.

"One thirty, great," Poseidon sighed. The last he remembered it was ten. God, his back was going to kill him. He pressed the palm of his hand against his eyes as his headache throbbed dully.

"What are you doing up squirt?" Poseidon asked suspiciously, frowning down at Percy as the thought occurred to him. Percy pretended not to hear him, wiggling around to get comfortable on Poseidon's lap. He laid his head on Poseidon's shoulder and blinked wide, innocent eyes up at his father.

"Percy," Poseidon's eyes narrowed.

"I was firstee," Percy sweetly replied, lip pouting out ever so slightly. "And you was hurtin' your back."

Poseidon huffed a little laugh at that. "Alright, alright. Well, thank you for waking your silly daddy up. Let's go get that glass of water and head back to bed okay?"

"'Kay," Percy easily agreed, letting Poseidon lift him up off his lap and onto the ground.

As soon as Poseidon was on his own feet, a little hand wrapped around his and Percy craned his neck up, watching his father expectantly. Poseidon couldn't help but smile at the sight and he ruffled his son's hair with his free hand as he led the little tyke into the kitchen. He hoisted Percy up and sat him on the counter before bustling around to fill a plastic cup with water.