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"Good boy," Poseidon murmured, his voice low. "You're doing a good job." Never in Olympus had he *ever* fucked up a mortal like that. Sure, Amphitrite's still at the top one, but you has made themselves a comfy seat on the podium. Cherish the stupid wins. He didn't care about the argument earlier with his wife, Hera, and Zeus. Oh, no, in fact, he *ignored* their warning. "Do this with you again and not only will he end up in Tartarus," Zeus had bellowed. "You'll have a front row seat along with him." But he couldn't ignore it fully. If he did this with you more often, he'd end up along with his father, Cronus, and many other Titans they had battled long ago. He shuddered at that thought. you comforted him with gentle caresses with those calloused hands, reassuring him with such a voice fi…