"DADDY! DA-DADDY-DA-DADDY-DA-DA-DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Percy Jackson youngest daughter, Lilliana, but the called her lilly.

"What it is it sweetheart?" anwsered Percy.

"Look what i did! Look! Look! Look! I killed a lagarto in the backyard! and its dead! Aren't you happy! Look! Look, look, look, look Daddy!" Lilly anwsered as she pulled on his ear to get onto his shoulders.

Percy had married Annabeth. Ofcourse. Poseidon and Athena weren't very happy about that, but the had to live with it. He was also not sure if they had been happy that annabeth and him had been married at age 18. The only god...

Annabeth lay in my arms, the blood from her back seeping into my jeans. I didn’t care. I threw the car on the road and drove to the nearest hospital. I carried my wife into the hospital and felt the blood flooding onto my hands, but once again, I didn’t care. I only wanted to make sure that she was okay again.
“What happened?” A doctor came rushing forward.
“We were in my car, and the seguinte thing I know, she screamed. I think it’s a bullet. Help her!” I screamed. The doctor nodded and wheeled her away. I slumped in a chair and wiped my hands off before pulling out my phone and...

Pain swelled up in my head, but only one thought overwhelmed me: Annabeth was gone. She’d been kidnapped and I was still unconscious for I don’t know how long, but I knew that I had to save my bride. Guilt immediately flooded me; I should have protected her. I had returned Zeus’ lightning bolt with monsters always following close behind, and I couldn’t defend my wife? That’s unacceptable. One thing I knew for sure; unless she was mad, Annabeth was nothing like a monster.
I squinted against the light invading my darkness and finally opened my eyes. I saw Thalia, Mom, and Chiron looming...

Found this on fanfiction. So it's all copied & pasted. Enjoy!

You Know You’re Obsessed With Percy Jackson When…

You go to the Empire State Building and you ask for the 600th Floor.

There’s a thunderstorm going on and you scream, “CALM DOWN, ZEUS!”

Every time you use the Internet, you thank Hermes.

When you see Harry Potter, you think of Percy with glasses.

You burn comida to see if it smells good.

You see an owl, you go, “Hi Athena!”

You’re in a running/swimming race and you’re praying and sacrificing to Hermes/Poseidon.

You think that your favorito singer is a child of Apollo.

Someone...