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The Legacy of Vinum

Summary:

From Percy Vinum to Percy Vinum.
Castor finally pops the question.

Notes:

To think I wrote all this because I really! Wanted more updates on stories that were similar, I’m glad I could make one and end it for you all! I know not many people know who Castor or Pollux are at all, and in the series of Percy Jackson they never really had a chance to be introduced until it was too late. So this will always just be my thoughts and feelings of who they might be.

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

 

How many times do I have to say it? Are all gods this stubborn and clueless?! I glanced at my dad, who was grinning behind his Diet Coke, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. There I was, yelling at my sperm donor, Poseidon, the god of the Ocean, who apparently had nothing better to do than follow me around, practically begging me to forgive him for disowning me. I was furious. How many times had I told him already?

"Percy, if you would just listen..."

"No!"

"You could be a prince."

"No."

"Um," he hesitated, running out of arguments.

"NO!" I shouted, the distant crash of the ocean mirroring my anger. I was seething, rubbing my forehead as Poseidon continued to prattle on about nothing. Meanwhile, my dad, brother, and boyfriend were just chilling by the cabin, enjoying the show.

"For the love of Zeus, can you not understand? No means no!" I yelled at him, frustration boiling over. Dionysus coughed into his hand, a subtle reminder that I wasn't supposed to swear at gods. "Please, just go," I repeated firmly. Poseidon, like a sulking child, finally turned and left for the ocean.

Once he was gone, I cursed myself, stomping over to my boyfriend and falling into his arms. "I hate this. We should have never picked somewhere next to the ocean," I whined, feeling utterly defeated. Castor smiled warmly at me. "Ah, Percy, we shouldn't let the gods decide against what we want." Like he could complain, we had a big old garden in the back he loved, while I got the ocean with an annoying deadbeat dad who always came and bothered me. I received a kiss on the forehead and a reassuring squeeze.

Pollux made a disgusted sound, and Dionysus looked away, clearly not enjoying his son's finding love. Hypocrite.

"You okay, Percy?" Pollux asked me.

"I'm fine... But I just want this to be over. How many times does he need to hear no? I just want it to end!" I whined. Dionysus, sitting on the stoop, gave a glance to Castor, who blushed. "Wellllllll, there is one way," he hinted.

I waited for him to continue, curiosity burning within me. "What is it, Dad?" I asked the God, noticing that he hadn't changed much since I was a child. He still had the same old curls, now grown dark as he pleased. His piercing purple eyes, usually filled with anger, seemed to have mellowed out as we aged. It was odd, most gods didn't change much after hundreds of years. But with him, things always seemed to be different. I was even taller than him now.

“You'll figure it out," he told me cryptically.

"Dadddddddd," I whined in frustration.

Pollux and Castor laughed. The twins had changed a lot too. Pollux was bigger than Castor now, working at Camp Half-Blood as a guide to the children, as well as focusing on his training. His skin was always tanned from the sun, and his violet eyes seemed much more laid back, often catching him asleep on any available surface.

Castor still kept his blonde curls short, his lavender eyes sweetly turned towards me. He had become more clingy as the years passed, as well as sweeter. After finishing college, he picked up a directing role for plays and was steadily moving up in the world. All of us were able to visit whenever we pleased. The only reason we got this cabin was that I wanted somewhere to call home with my boyfriend that wasn't at Camp.

Nothing changed, and I still loved him so damn much.

Dionysus lifted himself up, his drink gone. "Have to get back to camp, you coming, Pollux?"

"Yep!" Pollux replied.

We had spent most of the visit with me arguing with Poseidon, but Dad patted my head. "We'll be back for Sunday dinner, no more purple soups," he teased, waving his finger at me and earning a laugh from Pollux.

"I'll have you know it was beets!" I called out.

Castor smiled, taking my hand, as they vanished.

"Shall I make dinner tonight, Percy?" Castor asked me as he walked inside. I was still pouting.

"No, I want you to keep hugging me," I replied.

Castor agreed and held me close. It felt as if all my problems slipped away with him holding me, loving me just as much as I loved him.

"I love you," he whispered softly, his words sending a wave of comfort through me.

"I love you too," I murmured back, my voice barely above a whisper.

Eventually, we reluctantly pulled apart, knowing that we couldn't stay locked in an embrace forever, no matter how much we wanted to. Castor gave me a reassuring smile before heading to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I watched him go, feeling a surge of gratitude and love for this amazing person who had come into my life. As I followed him into the kitchen.

Life was finally good. No more war, no more fighting, things were peaceful. While some might call it boring, I found it nice to have the things I craved. I had gone to college, and now, if I liked, I could get a job. But...

I was lazy. Having Castor to provide for me while I studied was nice, and I really enjoyed keeping house. Honestly, I could get used to being a stay-at-home husband. My mind drifted off... too bad one of us can't have kids.

Suddenly, there was a crash, loud enough to startle me out of my thoughts. Castor's eyes widened as he darted his gaze toward me. "Ki-iiiids?" he stammered, his cheeks flushing red.

"Oh, sorry, Cas, just thinking out loud," I laughed, trying to ease his embarrassment. He blushed even harder and took a seat next to me in the kitchen.

I took his face in my hands, feeling a pang of guilt for making him uncomfortable. "Sorry, Babe, really. I didn't know I said that out loud. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," I apologized, my thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as he played with his hands in his lap. His violet eyes seemed hazy for a moment before I realized he liked the idea.

"I would never force you to stay at home or take care of kids on your own," he began, his voice soft and sincere. I couldn't help but laugh, resting my head on his chest and listening to the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

"To be honest, I like the idea. I'll have the kids and dinner waiting for you," he admitted, his voice catching slightly. "I... I would like that as well. To see you pregnant and a kid with your eyes, maybe my hair," I chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm not a girl," I reminded him.

Castor blinked at me, confused. "Percy, you do know demigods can get pregnant, right?"

Huh?

By the look on my face, I'm sure he realized I did, in fact, not know. My mind raced as I tried to process this revelation. Dad even gave me the talk! How could he have failed to mention that crucial detail?

"I mean, we were being very careful... So I figured you knew?" Castor's blush mirrored my own.

"Not one of you couldn't have told me?" I exclaimed incredulously, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration at the oversight. It seemed utterly absurd that such an important piece of information had somehow slipped through the cracks. Now I knew how Castor felt knowing I was adopted!

It was silent for a long moment, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

"Sooooo, do you want to try now?" Castor's face continued to heat up, and I was sure he would pass out sooner or later. He stood up suddenly, a look of terror crossing his face.

"NO!" he exclaimed, feeling slightly offended. "What, why?" I had assumed we were on the same page.

Castor tapped his fingers together nervously. "You know, there are certain things you have to do before children."

"Sex, we got that-" I started.

"NOT that, Percy," Castor interrupted, his cheeks still flushed. "You know, well, some couples get married before they have kids."

I blinked, processing his words. "Married?" I echoed, feeling a mixture of surprise and uncertainty creeping in. The idea of marriage had always seemed distant and abstract to me, something reserved for mortal couples in fairy tales.

Castor nodded slowly, his expression earnest. "Yeah, married. It's... it's a big step, Percy. It's a commitment, a promise to spend the rest of our lives together."

I took a deep breath, trying to wrap my head around the concept. Marriage was a serious matter, one that I hadn't really considered before. But as I looked into Castor's eyes, filled with love and vulnerability, I felt a sense of clarity wash over me. There was no one else I would want to spend the rest of my life with.

On one knee, I kneeled down, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Castor, will you marry me?"

"No," he said with a grin.

"What did I do wrong?" I asked, feeling a pang of hurt.

"Nothing, Percy, but you're missing something. One moment," he said hastily, leaving me on my knee as he ran off. Moments later, he returned with a small box, placing it in my hand. Taken off guard, I looked inside.

Two rings.

One was silver, crafted to resemble the rough terrain of different shades of blues, reminding me of the clear ocean waves. The other ring was amethyst and silver, its design simple yet elegant with a line of purple running through it.

"You were-" Castor kneeled down, his eyes shining with emotion as he hugged me tightly. "I wanted to ask you so many times, but I was unsure of how... I didn't know it would be this simple." I smiled, feeling overwhelmed with love and joy in his embrace.

"So, will you marry me?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and anticipation.

"Of course I will, Cas," I replied, tears of happiness welling up in my eyes as I held him close.

As we sat together, basking in the warmth of our love, we exchanged stories and dreams, sharing our hopes for the future. Castor explained how he had carefully chosen the rings, each one representing a part of our journey together. I couldn't help but admire his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

After a while, we decided it was time to officially exchange the rings. With trembling hands, we slipped the bands onto each other's fingers, sealing our commitment with a silent promise.

As I gazed down at the ring on my finger.

I kissed him, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. Castor, no longer caught off guard, kissed me back with equal fervor. When I pulled back, the first thing that popped into my mind was, "We're having a seasalt caramel cake."

Castor laughed and rolled his eyes, responding, "Yes, dear, but you're wearing the dress."

"I'm gonna look so great," I grinned, excitement bubbling up inside me at the thought of our wedding day.

 

Chapter 2: BONUS Chapter

Notes:

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I watched Percy, time and time again, surprise me. From his childhood days... to the time he was expecting his first child and happily married to Castor, the love of his life. It never failed to give me pause. Until now, he never ceased to amaze me. He was my adopted son, but I never felt the need to point it out. I had raised him since he was 10, he was my kid, my once-annoying teen, and now, fully integrated into the family. Far beyond Poseidon's reach to protest anymore. Percy Vinum suited him, officially.

Percy was also stubborn. The stubbornness persisted into his adult years, he insisted on going for a daily walk to keep the " kid " in his belly healthy. Sure, it was just a walk, but a walk up a cliff to see the ocean! It was impossible to reason with him. Even his husband just gave in to his whims. I mean, he was barely showing, but mortals were fragile, and Percy—

Percy made it up the hill, his hands raised in glee. After completing the small hike up the hill to see the same view that never changed.

Seeing him, all grown up, I couldn't help but ponder, change. I was a god, and change was something I never had to worry about. Not long ago, he was the boy who never left my side. How long until his hair started to grey? 

‘54 but he keeps trying to hide it'

When would he be too tired to walk up these hills?

‘When you thinks he’s far to young’

and—

‘You’ll think the pain isn’t worth it’

"Dad?" Percy's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I found myself gazing into his sea-green eyes that never changed.

At times like this, I would usually talk to Ganymede, but since his last day with us at the wedding a few months ago, I hadn't been able to. "Will you die one day, Percy?" I asked, the weight of the question heavy on my mind.

Taken aback, he smiled softly. "Not for a while, Dad," he replied, his words carrying a bittersweet undertone, as if acknowledging the fragility of mortality. But to me, it was a stark reminder of the fleeting nature of life, even for demigods. That is, if he didn't meet his end at the hands of some monster along the way. These hero kids... how I wished they could simply find lasting happiness. I had witnessed time and time again, children younger than Percy meet unfortunate fates. At his age, the likelihood was diminished, but the possibility still loomed.

It was one of the reasons why I harbored a sense of disdain towards Camp Half-Blood. Who wanted to watch something grow and watch it wither away when you blinked?

"How long do mortals live?" Percy pondered, his hand resting on his chin, reflecting on the question with a touch of melancholy.

"I mean, Sally told me about my Grandpa. He lived to be 100, so—" Percy trailed off, and I filled in the gap.

"Castor as well," I added quietly, memories of Castor and Pollux, who were older than Percy, flooding back.

Percy spoke gently, his gaze drifting toward the ocean. "Dad, it might be a bit shorter than me. Castor and Pollux are older than me." It must hurt Percy to think of a time he might have to live without his husband as he stared at the ring on his finger.

I hummed, contemplating the weight of mortality. I had raised those two twins, doing my best after receiving them at the tender age of five. Though I may have faltered as a father at times, struggling to grasp their desires and emotions, I made every effort. More than what many other gods could claim. Those two children, with their cascading curls, made me wonder if Percy's child would bear more resemblance to them or perhaps echo the spirit of a young Percy I had never met.

 

"It will be long without you, Percy,"

“An eternity, never seemed so scary’

 

I murmured softly, the gravity of the statement hanging heavy in the air. Percy seemed momentarily stunned, his eyes widening before he averted his gaze, perhaps concealing a tear or two. A pang of selfishness struck me, yearning for more time with him.

 

"Will you try and stay, Percy?

‘Remaining in mine and Ganymede memories forever’

 

I asked, my voice tinged with a pleading undertone. Percy struggled to contain his emotions, his expression reflecting the anguish of the idea of parting from me. "Of course, Dad," he replied, his voice barely audible. "But you needn't worry. There will always be someone just as annoying as me... to keep you company."

I couldn't help but smile through the sadness, grateful for Percy's attempt to lighten the mood. But deep down, I knew that nothing could replace him.

 

'Them.'



And I was right.

 

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Walking up the same old hill, gazing upon the familiar scenery. The scent of salt water mixed and a patch of strawberries greeted me. "Grandpa, show me the magic again!" a youthful voice called out, accompanied by a small hand tugging at my shirt. I glanced down to see black hair and sea-green eyes, reminiscent of Percy's. Annoying, just like him, I thought with a fond smile, as the child persistently sought my attention.

"I will in a moment, little one. But first, come say hello to my sons," I murmured, settling in front of the three gravestones where Percy, Castor, and Pollux rested. One hundred years had passed, yet it felt like mere moments. The child joined me, eagerly waving and chatting a greeting, their energy mirroring Percy's. It was bittersweet, seeing this new generation, so full of life, while remembering the ones I had lost. Percy and Castor, kid had kids of his own, then a grandkid, and now a great-grandchild he would never get to meet.

Would Percy be content, knowing the tranquility of the world?

In Elysium, do Percy and Castor's love still flourish, undisturbed by earthly trials? Is Pollux, ever the loyal companion, still by their side, or has he found his own peace? Do they miss me and Ganymede, or are they happy? I prayed for the latter, hoping that even in paradise, they wouldn't endure the ache of missing us. Above all, I hoped that each of them found true happiness in their eternal rest.

I smiled, feeling a bittersweet mix of emotions wash over me. Despite the ache of loss, there was comfort in knowing that Percy's spirit lived on in the generations that followed. And as I watched the child play and laugh, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and memories that Percy had left behind.

Recalling the rest of our conversation... I could only keep in my memories.

"I regret having you," I teased Percy, attempting to lighten the mood. Percy's expression contorted in playful offense. "You adopted me!" he retorted with a grin.

"A grave mistake," I quipped back, and he erupted into laughter, the sound echoing as a cherished melody in my mind.

I left my hand on the cool surface of the gravestone, the weight of loss settling heavily upon me. My voice trembled as I whispered, as it always did when I visited. "You were right, Percy. How is it possible these children remind me of you all…




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…but none could ever replace you, my dear children... Rest peacefully."









 

Notes:

I was so sad writing this last chapter. I know it was very short but I was bawling thinking about this end. And I was like Done, it can not be 3000 words of sadness. So it's short, sweet, and angsty. But it has a happy ending. Because Percy always deserves a happy ending.
Pollux never gets married, Didn’t know how to fit that in. But he was the best uncle to Percy’s kids!
Ganymede was not with Dionysus because he knows he liked to spend a little time on his own with the kids.

 

Thank you, with this, the story is finally complete. I'm grateful that you've taken this journey with me. Your support, whether through kudos, comments, or simply being present, has meant the world to me. As we close this chapter, I would love to hear your thoughts on the beginning, the ending, and everything in between. I can now finally put a close to the world of Percy Vinum. But maybe not an end to writing fics of Percy Jackson, till then,

-Strikersky

Notes:

I needed to split this apart, so next chapter is just a bonus chapter. That's why you go two posts in one day.

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