#when the older sibling appears outta fucking nowhere with the goddamn steel chair
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Prompt time again!!!
What if instead of the gods going to fight back Typhoeus, only Zeus does, again? What if he's terrified, shaking, and can't show it, as he watches his family run off again? The lingering feelings of resentment and abandonment, the words he wants to say get gagged by his own mind as he watches them leave. At how they are free to run away and stay safe. How guilt bubbles up along with fear.
After all, how can those you love stay safe if you fail? How can he be upset that they choose to cower when it is he who gives them that option? But the relief that comes at knowing they'd be safe for even a minute longer stops him from speaking. He steels his nerves, grasps his bolt, and meets the creature that had nearly ruined him before.
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Then Percy asks Poseidon to help him.
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What if when Poseidon gets to the fight? He's there just in time to see Zeus on the ground with Typhoeus moving towards him. He can see his brother shaking and concern courses through him.
“Once again they leave you to me.” Gaia’s youngest speaks without emotion. “You fight for those that do not fight with you. A pity, I suppose.” Zeus attempts to scramble away but the beast grabs his leg. “Unlike you, though, I will not make the same mistake.” The sky king responds with a verbal middle finger.
Typhoeus grins and Zeus, his brother, his little brother howls. Someone whom everyone called the strongest god, someone who many believed it was impossible to hear scream. To make a sound so haunting, so anguished, as Typhoeus ripped the tendons from one of his legs.
The thing in front of him reaches over for Zeus’ other leg. He doesn't think he's ever felt so angry before. The feeling grows, rising over the limit, Poseidon blasts the beast off of and away from the sky god.
He wastes no time and moves between the two. His baby brother behind him chokes out his name and he can see that the tendons weren't all that were hurt. Zeus’ tear-stained face, the various wounds from battle.
In this moment, he is more thankful for having Percy than any other hero he's sired before. Zeus truly thought he'd lose here and with it, everything. And if his son hadn't brought him out to help…
“You would dare.” Poseidon growls.
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The dirt beneath them gives under the fury of the earthshaker. Above it darkens as winds loyal to the Stormbringer, ally with the thundering clouds. The Cyclopes of Poseidon join the fray.
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No no nonononono, why was Poseidon here? Typhoeus was dangerous. No. No. He has to focus. This is… it's good- everything is going to be fine. Zeus still has a working leg and two arms. He's not done for yet.
He forces himself up and grabs his bolt. He will not let Poseidon do this alone. Not like he did.
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They won. The fact that Typhoeus was once again defeated allows his breath to slow. His good leg, weak from fear, gives way once the adrenaline stops. He curses.
They still need to get back to Olympus and he's so weak that he can't get his body to rise. Zeus hears some movement behind him and yet he cannot gather the strength to care. His body is still trembling as he tried his best to wipe away the tears that had fallen.
Later, he will advise himself to pay more attention to his surroundings. This, of course, is due to his second eldest brother. While he was not paying attention, Poseidon decided to come over and pick him up.
He can't help the noise that comes out. Thankfully, the older doesn't comment but his face still heats up. Poseidon has one arm under his legs and another around his ba- freaking bridal style?!?
“Put me down! Poseidon, put me down now!” The older ignores him, asking his army if any had seen where the tendons ended up. Zeus moves around, well, he tries to. The grip on him tightens and Poseidon takes it a step further by using a hand to bring the younger’s head to his shoulder. A young cyclops, he believes is named Tyson, comes up with the tendons and hands them over.
“Apollo,” says the most annoying individual Zeus has ever had to live with. There's a moment before he can feels his son’s gaze shift over to them. “Meet me at Olympus.”
He tries again to get the sea god to put him down and he gets shushed. SHUSHED. Like a child. The king of gods has never felt so humiliated. Tendons of one leg in hand, held in that gods-be-damned princess carry, and a face he's certain is strawberry red.
It's in that situation that Poseidon teleports them to the building beneath rather than Olympus. A barrier or something must have been placed but Apollo is there and wastes no time in directing them where to go. Zeus would try to ask for updates on the battlefield but his son is in doctor mode and would just refuse to answer anyway.
When they get to where his son has deemed well enough to stitch him back up, Poseidon still needs to be convinced to set him down. Even when he does he hovers over him despites Zeus telling him to go. Multiple times.
Eventually, he gets Poseidon to go on the condition that he is immediately informed when it was done.
Apollo is steadier than Hermes was. But tendons are tricky. Zeus is just glad it was only one leg this time.
“He's worried.” The sky god just barely hears his son’s words. “Uncle P has rarely ever refused to leave when I ask. I- Father, how bad was it that uncle…?”
“It was nothing.” He lies. He still remembers his heart racing, the bolt nearly falling out of his hand from his shaking, the thoughts that plagued him. “He's being weird.”
It doesn't look like the sun god believes him. Yet he is not questioned further. He does not go to Poseidon when Apollo is done.
Instead, he feels the call of the hearth and brings himself to the throne room. He follows it. The room is damaged, demigods before him, and his fellow immortals having appeared. He glances at Poseidon.
Zeus is a king. He is their king. He does not gulp upon seeing the look on his brother’s face.
#mylo prompts#mylo prompt#pjo fandom related#zeus#zeus & Poseidon#sibling rage#when the older sibling appears outta fucking nowhere with the goddamn steel chair#jk no actual chair a were involved#Poseidon & Zeus#Poseidon#Au Typhoeus v Zeus ii#mylo writes#mylo wrote#mylo sorta wrote#mylo sorta prompted
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