being the child of a literal greek god had it's up and downs — Percy knows that. his own dad Poseidon certainly wouldn't win any father of the month awards. yet he still has it better than most at camp. you for example...

he's met your father Ares before — and... it was safe to say that the god of war and son of sea wouldn't ever get along. but gods, Percy didn't need them to get along, he just needed Ares to be the tiniest bit nicer to you. and to actually acknowledge you as his kid — but sadly... your father is the biggest jerk.

by the gods, it wasn't your first time crying over your father and how the god of war thought of you as a good for nothing (a disgrace to the House of Ares) just because you were a little softer than the average Ares kid. it wasn't fair to you, never was.

so when you came knocking on his cabin door with such hopeless tears streaking down your face, he'd obviously invited you inside and to his bed. to console you, like a proper boyfriend should...