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  1. Rec *

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    Daily posts on the Ottawa Centaurs social media.

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    "Thank you," Percy said, accepting the tea gratefully. He wasn't a big tea person overall, but his stepmother had a very good knack for it. Godly power, or whatever. "And thank you for not hating me anymore. I know you aren't thrilled about my existence-"

    "No need to thank me for not being Hera," Amphitrite dismissed. Percy took a sip of tea. "That is what you meant, isn't it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. For once, Percy learned from his mistakes and stayed quiet, though he did give her a bashful smile to confirm the sentiment. "Hm. Well, either way, I owe you thanks. Not many children would agree to spy on their father for me."

    Percy put the cup down. "I'm not spying on him," he reasoned. Amphitrite scoffed. "I just happen to be in many of the places he is when he's in the mortal world." A long pause followed, and Percy rolled his eyes. "Yes, he was seeing a mortal woman. Her name is Lea."

    "You owe me twenty of your mortal dollars, child."

    Percy bitterly slapped the paper bill on the table between them.

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    Amphitrite has an odd quest for Percy. Strangely enough, it might be the only quest Percy has actually enjoyed.

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    07 Jul 2026

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    "He said it was just a stronger edible," Wyatt says. "Apparently it was supposed to be super natural, and relaxing and rejuvenating, not the weak Canadian shit, and—"

    "You say a bad word, Hazy," Ilya interrupts, pointing a tiny finger at him.

    "Right." Wyatt winces. "Sorry, kid."

    Rejuvenating. Shane turns the word over in his mind a few times, while readjusting Ilya’s little body in his arms.

    Jesus fucking Christ.

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    or, with the help of some mysterious russian candy and a very loving husband, ilya rozanov heals his inner child.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    That girl at the club meant nothing. Shane drunk-texting Ilya at 2 AM means everything.

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    A bandaid for my brain following the Club Scene in episode four.

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    06 Jul 2026