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Hermes left Percy’s apartment with two gift bags in hand- one for Poseidon and one for Apollo. Percy gave him very specific instructions to give the blue bag to Apollo and the yellow bag to Poseidon. Or was it the other way around?
“Special delivery!” Hermes announced as he popped into the throne room, surrounded by his fellow Olympians.
“Oh, gifts! Who are they for?” Aphrodite leaned forward in her seat to get a better look.
Hermes checked the tag on the bag in his left hand- the yellow bag. “To Daddy <3” the tag read.
“This one is for Uncle P, which means the blue one is for Apollo!” Hermes handed off the bags to the other gods.
“Oh! From Percy?” Apollo asked, accepting the bag from his brother.
Hermes nodded and headed toward his own throne.
Apollo smiled down at the blue bag and took the tag in his hand. Eleven gods and goddesses watched as the smile quickly dropped from the sun god’s face.
“Why does mine say ‘To Fath-“
“To Daddy,” Poseidon read aloud. “My son got me a gift!”
Hermes watched on in horror as he realized his mistake. Poseidon tore the crisp, white tissue paper from the bag excitedly and smiled down into the bag.
“Well, this is certainly… interesting?” Poseidon reached into the bag and pulled out a dainty piece of fabric. As he unfolded the fabric, it was revealed to be a dark blue negligee. “Is this considered a normal gift among mortals?”
The rest of the gods looked on in a mixture of horror and amusement, before Aphrodite spoke up, saving the moment.
“Maybe Perseus meant for you to have a romantic evening with Queen Amphitrite?”
“Hm. Well, I suppose so. Apollo, would you let him know I’m grateful for the gift?” Poseidon asked, dropping the garment back into the bag.
Apollo stared at his uncle, the horrified expression still pasted to his face, and nodded. “O-of course, uncle. I-I’ll let him know over dinner this evening.”
Zeus cleared his throat. “Enough, let us begin our meeting. Athena?”
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“Hermes! Don’t you run away from me, you son of a bitch!” Apollo raced after the brunette god.
Hermes felt his brother’s hand wrap around his wrist as Apollo pulled him close. Apollo wrapped his arms tightly around Hermes as the younger god squirmed to get away.
“This isn’t fair, Apollo! I’m not a child anymore! You can’t trap me like this!”
Hermes continued to struggle in his brother’s grasp, and then an idea formed.
“No! Stop! Hermes, you can’t just go boneless on me! What the fuck!” Apollo shouted as Hermes suddenly went completely limp in his arms.
“Fine!” Hermes stood up and faced his older brother. “I wasn’t totally paying attention when Percy told me which bag was for who, okay? It was an accident!”
Apollo squinted his eyes, searching for lies in his brother’s statement.
“Okay, I believe that. Gods of Olympus, what am I supposed to tell him tonight!”
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“He got you a… negligee? For Father’s Day?” Amphitrite picked up the blue fabric and glanced between the garment and her husband.
“Aphrodite suggested that it might be for us, for a romantic evening together,” Poseidon informed her.
“Hand me the bag, dear.”
Poseidon passed her the yellow bag. Amphitrite grabbed the bag and held the small tag between her fingers. She tried to hide her smirk as she read the label, and met her (clueless) husband’s eyes.
“Well then, I suppose a romantic evening is in store, yes?”
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“Did you get my gift?” Percy asked, wrapping his arms around Apollo’s waist and tilting his head back to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.
“I definitely got a gift…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Percy raised an eyebrow.
Apollo quickly explained the mix up as Percy’s expression grew more and more horrified. When he was finished, the room fell silent.
“Are you upset?” Apollo asked after a beat.
“Upset? No, not really. Annoyed that Hermes didn’t pay attention, yes, but not upset.”
“Well, admittedly I am just upset I didn’t get to see you in that pretty blue number,” Apollo murmured, leaning forward for a kiss.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I still have that pretty red teddy I got for Valentine’s Day, if you’re interested?”
Apollo opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by a series of three sharp beeps.
“Oh! Dinner’s ready!” Percy pulled away from him and ran to the kitchen.
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“So are you disappointed you didn’t get the gift I got you?” Percy asked. The two were loosely covered in the cool sheet on the bed, clothes and lingerie having been discarded ages ago.
“Disappointed? Never! Besides, I am now the proud owner of a beautiful ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug!”