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percy jackson is so fucking sexy I wish men were real

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Asking to be your Valentine

Percy Jackson x fem! reader

— February 4

You had no idea what the future had in store when you woke up this morning. It was a quiet morning at camp when you received the first surprise.

Still half-asleep and yawning, you opened the door to your cabin, ready to head to breakfast—only to find a small bouquet of violets neatly placed in a box on your doorstep. The soft morning sunlight made the petals glow, but it was the card that caught your attention first:

“Violets.

Thes are oftn linkd to lov and loylty. They represnt a devotd lov (me wen you)”

You couldn’t help but smile at the note, full of typos and Percy’s unmistakable handwriting. It was so him. Holding the flowers in one hand, you traced the edges of the card with the other, warmth blooming in your chest.

He was miles away, back home in New York, while you had stayed behind at camp after the holidays ended. You weren’t supposed to see each other until June. And yet, here he was, sending you flowers. And you—oh, you were truly like a silly schoolgirl, pink-cheeked and giggling over the pretty bouquet.

— February 5

The next morning, a light breeze slipped through your cabin window, carrying the soft chime of wind bells that stirred you awake. When you opened your door, another box was waiting.

This time, it held a bouquet of stunning amaryllis.

Okay. One bouquet was cute. Two? Suspicious.

Still, the bright, warm colors made you smile before you even reached for the card:

“Amaryllis.

They can symbolize passionate love and deep admiration, and just like ths flowr, you shne in evry way. I hope yoru smile today.”

His spelling was slightly better, but his handwriting? A disaster. You could practically hear him sighing in frustration while writing this.

You didn’t know why Percy was suddenly sending you flowers two days in a row, but it was driving you crazy that you couldn’t even ask him about it yet. All you knew was that your heart wouldn’t stop racing, and you were already looking forward to tomorrow.

— February 6

By the third day, you were half-expecting it.

Sure enough, when you walked out of your cabin to start the day, a fresh bouquet of pink lilies was waiting on the ground. The soft fragrance filled the room as you picked up the card:

“Lilies.

They symbolize love and admiration. Lilies convey a love that is pure, steady, and deeply cherished—‘cause I admire not just your beauty, but also your heart and your soul.”

There was a lopsided heart drawn at the bottom.

This was getting ridiculous. Ridiculously sweet.

You had no idea why Percy was sending you flowers every day, but you weren’t about to complain. If anything, you were completely, hopelessly charmed.

— February 7

Today’s flower was a rare edelweiss.

You opened the box, and a soft fragrance enveloped you. The card read:

“Edelweiss.

This flower symbolizes devotion, courage, and deep love. In some traditions, gifting an edelweiss means ‘You are worth any risk,’ as legend says lovers would climb dangerous mountains just to pick one for the person they adored.

Like this rare flower, you’re a treasure. Never forget how special you are to me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and a playful smile tugged at your lips. With each bouquet, you felt yourself falling harder than you already had.

— February 8

Today, as you opened the box, a radiant bouquet of Narcissus greeted you. The card was short but filled with affection

“Narcissus

They symbolize new beginnings, hope, and unwavering love.

‘Cause you are my light, my fresh start, and the warmth after a long winter.”

Honestly, at this point, you were swooning, totally helpless, maybe even giggling a little at how effortlessly perfect he was at this.

— February 9

The flower you found today was a bouquet of red tulips.

The card read:

“Tulips.

Red tulips specifically symbolize true love, passion, and deep devotion. They are considered the floral equivalent of saying, ‘I love you.’”

You were drowning. Completely and utterly drowning in love for him. Butterflies swarmed in your tummy, going absolutely crazy.

— February 10

It had been killing you not being able to talk to Percy yet, but today, the flowers were iris, their purple tones breathtaking. The card was simple yet heartfelt:

“Iris.

They symbolize wisdom, hope, faith, and trust. They’re often gifted as a way of saying, ‘I trust you completely,’ or ‘I’ll always be by your side.’

You’re my guiding light, always.”

Percy made you feel like his anchor, his light in the middle of any darkness. The serenity of his words wrapped around you, and your smile didn’t fade all day.

— February 11

Today’s flower was nigella, delicate and mysterious. The card read:

“Nigellas.

Also known as Love-in-a-Mist, they symbolize mystery, deep love, and the idea of being enchanted by someone. In the language of flowers, nigellas can represent a love that feels almost too magical to be real.

Sometimes, words can’t explain how I feel, but I think you already know.”

— February 12

Edelweiss again. But this time, with a new note:

“You’re worth fighting for, every single day.”

Those words made you feel so cherished, as if all these little gestures had one purpose—to make sure you knew just how much he loved you.

— February 13

The day before Valentine’s arrived, and you woke up practically giggling and kicking your feet, excited to see what the next bouquet would be.

But in the morning—nothing.

Your heart sank just a little.

For some reason, you had expected another one.

Then, after dinner, as you returned to your cabin, you found the most beautiful bouquet of roses, your favorite flowers, and a cute moon jellycat. Their deep red petals seemed to glow in the dim light, and on the card, Percy had written something special:

“Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m running out of flowers, but I’ll never run out of love for you.

I hope you’ve been paying attention to the flowers and my notes because now it’s time to put them together. Your turn to show me what you’ve learned—tell me the initial of each flower.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ? ”

Your heart pounded. This little challenge, this inside joke between the two of you, made you giggle. Sitting on the porch, you thought back to each bouquet, remembering their meanings and the messages. Without thinking too hard, you picked up the pen and wrote on the blank space:

V A L E N T I N E ?

Of course, the answer was yes, but how were you supposed to let Percy know? Still smiling you picked up the bouquet and stepped inside your cabin, setting the flowers and the plushie down on the small table near the door.

but the moment you turned on the light, you gasped, eyes widening.

Standing right there, in front of your bed, looking straight at you—was Percy.

You squealed and practically threw yourself at him, knocking him onto the bed with you.

“I didn’t know you were coming!”

You cupped his face, kissing him once, then twice with exaggerated muacks! Percy’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hands slipping under your shirt.

“It was a surprise, angel. Of course, you weren’t supposed to know.”

You leaned back just enough to admire him, because the gods knew he was breathtaking. You sighed, running one hand through his dark hair and brushing your other thumb over his cheek.

You giggled and bombarded him with questions—when did he get here? Why didn’t he tell you? Where did he even get the flowers? When did he have to leave?

“Come here, angel. Stop worrying,” Percy murmured, flashing you the sweetest smile before slotting his lips over yours.

He tasted like the ocean—salty and utterly intoxicating.

Desperately, you tugged at his raven curls, and he chuckled against your lips. Pulling back just slightly, he whispered, “So… does that mean the answer is yes?”

And—of course—he already knew.

A/N: ngl I don't really like this 😔 but I couldn't stay without uploading something for valentine's day so here it is!!!

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can i pretty please have a sleepy heart exploding fluff with hypnos reader and percy ! no real smut, but smutty jokes and what not will be okay ..! thank you <3

the way I RAN to write this omgomg

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“tired, perce…”

“awake.”

you whine when his fingers forcefully attempt to open your eyes back up. you allow them to open and swat away his hands.

“I dislike you.”

you sit up to maintain awareness of the world around you, tugging up the blankets to follow the bare expanse of your body. you pout and toy with the ends of the blanket.

you catch percy’s green-eyed gaze fall to where your breasts were only barely covered. you scowl and slap his head. he only smiles. you pull the blanket up farther.

“awww, I was enjoying the view.”

you shake your head. “you’ve already seen the view.”

“oh, I’ve seen the entire view! it’s pretty great.”

you slump back down against the pillows, disobeying his previous orders to remain wide awake. though awake-ness was never in your nature due to your paternity.

you turn on your side to face percy. he does the same but to face you. you sigh.

“what’re you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything. I just wanna look at you.”

“you’re making me feel uneasy.”

he fakes a pout. “I thought you loved my eyes.”

you squint at him. “I do. but I can see that you’re up to something no good.”

“I’m thinking something naughty.”

the ghost of a smile graces your lips for a millisecond. but you have to pretend he’s not funny and keep a composed/annoyed façade.

“and do I wanna know what that is?”

percy thinks for a second. “I’m thinking about those blue… lacy… so very see through panties you have.”

you roll your eyes. “why?”

“because.” he shrugs. “I like them. are you wearing them now?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

“pleasssseee? I’ll let you sleep a full five hours!”

you would never take up the offer to sleep.

you huff and sit up, sliding the blankets down until they pool over your knees. percy’s gaze travels from your bare chest down to the blue fabric that covers your lower regions. he smirks and loops his finger around the waistband.

“wear them for me?”

“these were the only clean ones I had left. thanks to you this is the fifth time this week I had to do laundry.”

“because of me?”

his fingers lets go of your panties and pats your hip lightly before you tug the blanket back up.

“yes because of you.” your cheeks flush pink.

percy grabs you by your waist and pulls you against him, pecking the top of your head. “well I’m proud to be the reason why your panties are wet.”

“okay—” you attempt to push him away but his grip remains tight and he peppers tickling kisses to your neck, eliciting uncontrollable giggles from your lips.

you love him, you do.

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Headcannon

You remember all the moments when Percy thought about him and Annabeth, safe in New Rome watching kids of their own run through the city? Those weren't just fantasies and dreams. They were visions of the future. And one day, years from now, Percy looks out and sees his kids, feels Annabeth's hand in his, and says quietly to himself, "I was right." He smiles and leans back in his chair, content that for all the things he's been wrong about, he was right about the most important thing.

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◟𖥻 love notes : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

Valentine's day is coming close and y/n starts to receive love notes from a secret admirer. Meanwhile, Percy's panicking because someone got ahead of him.

warnings: mentions of cabin 10 reader, couple mentions of some random camper I added just for the plot, miscommunication but like it gets resolved at the end.

It's only a week before valentine's day and the entire aphrodite cabin is buzzing with excitement. Every night, they gather around one bed and share their gossip of the day: who was asked out by whom, who was spotted crying after training, who do they want to be their valentines.

She was sure of who she wanted to be her valentine. Percy and her had been spending a lot of time together lately, and she was crushing hard. But she wasn't sure he felt the same, at least not until the notes started to show up.

At first, when the first few notes started appearing on her bed, she wasn't sure who it could be. But then they became more obvious and she couldn't help but connect the dots: the one saying her hair was beautiful that day just after Percy had helped her brush it, the one complimenting the sweater Percy had let her borrow, then talking about her favorite flowers after she had told Percy she loved tulips.

And then: 'You looked pretty today, i love how blue looks on you.' that had to be Percy, right? it was his favorite color, and he had told her earlier that her shirt was nice.

She doesn’t share this with anyone, but she's so sure it's Percy leaving the notes that she starts making comments about it, hoping he confesses soon.

When he compliments her blue shirt again, she smirks at him. "Do you think it looks good on me?" she asks, expecting him to tell her about the letters.

"Yes! it's very pretty." He replies, unaware of the underlying meaning under her question, before he turns to follow Grover.

Maybe she didn’t get a straight up confession from him, but that only feds into her suspicions.

"Percy, would you say you have a recognizable handwriting?" She asks out of nowhere when they're training, she's supposed to be helping him with archery while he helps her with swording.

He's immediately distracted because that's who he is— he looks at her and the arrow he releases is far from hitting the target but he doesn’t even realize it.

"Maybe it's recognizable because of how ugly it is." He shrugs, finally looking at where the arrow fell and dropping the bow. "You should see my math notes, they look like ancient Greek threw up in my paper."

She's sure that he's downplaying it because he knows that she's onto him. In the notes, he has a very pretty handwritting, he only wants her to think that it's not him.

By the weekend, as the days keep getting closer and the notes keep coming, she's completely sure it has to be him. But he hasn't admitted it even after her efforts to drop hints at it. She thinks that maybe he's just shy, so in another desperate attempt, she mentions the notes.

"You know, i've been getting the sweetest notes lately. You wouldn't happen to know who's sending them, would you?" She finally asks, trying to act nonchalant as she looks up from her book.

Percy's head turns so fast that he gives himself whiplash, and then he blinks at her, trying to process what she just said. "you what?"

"Love notes, almost every night. I think whoever's behind those will ask me to be their valentine." she grins at him.

Percy's internally panicking— What. The. Hell. Is somebody getting ahead of him and sending her letters? who is trying to steal his valentine?

He stands up from her bed so fast that it takes her off guard. "I have to go, Grover needs my help with— uh— yes." He mutters, and then he's almost running out of her cabin.

Now more than ever, she's sure that he's simply nervous because he got caught. He'll probably confess to it soon enough.

Instead, Percy's panicking on his cabin while Grover sits on the edge on one of the beds, his eyes following his best friend as he paces around the place like a maniac. "Somebody got ahead of me, Grover! they'll ask her out before I can"

Grover gives him a deadpan look. "Then why haven't you?"

Percy stops, looking utterly confused until he understands that Grover is asking why he hasn't ask her to be his valentine yet.

He sighs. "I don't know, man. She's just so sweet and pretty and funny— I guess I just get nervous every time I try." frustrated, he runs a hand through his already messy hair. "Who even is sending her those stupid notes, anyways? I can totally do better than that."

"In the name of Pan, Percy! If you're scared of someone asking her first, then do something." Grover tells him, he already feels dizzy just by following Percy as he's pacing around.

Percy frowns. "Like what? should I drown the mystery letter guy?"

"Of course not!" Grover sighs, must he explain everything to these demigods? "you said it yourself, you can do better than those notes. So do it. Romance is literally her thing. You just have to start sending her your own gifts and letters to show her that you really like her, and then she might get the hint."

He stops pacing again, considers this and then nods, determination settling in. "Yes! I can totally do that. That's perfect! G-man, you're the best."

That's how the next morning, y/n wakes up to not just a note, but a tiny box sitting on her bed. When she opens it, she finds a tiny silver sea-shell charm attached to a delicate chain.

She quietly gasps. The notes before were sweet, but this is beautiful. And now there's no denying Percy's the one behind it, he must be fully confessing through gifts now.

The next days, she hopes for Percy to say something. Anything. She even wears the bracelet everyday just so he can point it out, but she only gets a smile out of him. But the gifts keep on coming.

After dinner one day, she comes back to a blue hoodie placed neatly on her bed. It smells suspiciously like Percy. And there’s two notes now, one complimenting her hairstyle today and the other one says 'You should keep this one, since blue looks much nicer on you.'

What confuses her is that the handwriting on those two notes is too different to even belong to the same person. But she doesn't think about it too much, because the hoodie takes her whole attention— she sleeps with it that night.

Then, the next day it's a small jar with sand, seashells and some sea glass pieces. There's still two notes, and she doesn’t understand this at all, but she still focuses only on the one placed on top of the jar, 'Something from my favorite place for my favorite girl'

She's so over the moon that she spends the whole day smiling and giggling. His favorite girl. Valentine's day is coming soon, and there's no way he's not going to ask soon.

After sword training, there’s a chocolate bar placed on her pillow and she can't help but giggle at the sight of it. Because she mentioned she was craving something sweet to Percy earlier. And now there it is, her favorite chocolate with a note: 'Thought you deserved a treat after all that sword fighting.'

It's only a day before valentine's when she finds a small glass bottle on her nightstand with a message inside, she immediately pulls the note out of the bottle and smiles when she reads it.

'I've been meaning to tell you how much I like you. But everytime I try, I just forget how words work. Which is ironic, because I could fill pages talking about how pretty you are, how much I love hearing you talk about the things you're passionate about, how my brain turns to mush— or seaweed more like, when you smile to me.

— P.'

Her breath catches in her throat once her eyes reach the final line. It is Percy. She was right!

A delighted squeal escapes her lips before she can stop it, the excitement bubbles out of her, an uncontrollable rush of happiness as she clutches the note to her chest, jumping up and down.

Suddenly, the door swings open and her sister comes to a halt in the doorway, eyebrows raised. "What's with all that noise? Did you get another note from Peter?"

She's so happy, that she just giggles, thinking that her sister got the name wrong. "Percy, silly."

"No, Peter from cabin nine? he's been asking me to help him put those notes in your nightstand everyday."

The giggles and jumping stop immediately. "Wait— Peter?" she repeats, voice suddenly unsteady. "Not... Percy?"

Her sister tilts her head, confusion all over her face. "Percy? No, I don't— He hasn't said anything to me. Why? did something happen?"

y/n's stomach drops. She doesn't answer. It's not possible. It has to be Percy. The shell bracelet. The hoodie in his favorite color. The sand and shells from the beach. The seaweed joke on the note. It has to be him.

Unless she was misinterpreting everything. Of course that's something she would do, her lovesickness got the best of her and she started seeing things as she wanted them to be.

The heartbreak is instant. She feels ridiculous. She drops the letter on her bed as if it was burning and, ignoring her sisters talking about how Peter will probably ask her out soon, she runs out of the cabin.

The disappointment feels suffocating and heavy on her chest as she walks with her head low. She keeps walking, and walking. Until she's at the pier, which feels even worse because it reminds her of Percy and yet again she feels stupid.

Her heart aches as she lets herself sink into the ground in front of the water. She wants to cry but also laugh at herself. What a joke.

She's there for what a feels like a long time. Maybe hours. Just staring at the ocean in front of her while going through the past few days in her mind, trying to conceal the fact that some Peter from cabin nine was the one behind those letters. She doesn't even know a Peter to begin with.

She's halfway through her third time scolding herself when she hears footsteps behind her, closer and closer until someone is suddenly sitting beside her. Quickly, she wipes the few tears.

But when she finally looks at the person beside her, she nearly forgets how to breathe.

Because there, sitting beside her, is Percy Jackson. And he's holding a bouquet of tulips.

His eyes soften when he sees her, his gaze following the trail of tears in her cheeks as his expression shifts to concern. "Are you okay?"

She blinks at him, unable to process anything as she looks between him and the flowers. Her favorite flowers.

But she didn’t want to get her hopes up again, so she looked away quickly. "Percy if you need my help asking someone for valentine's, maybe I can help you later."

Percy blinks at her before he's able to process her words, then he looks downright offended. "What? No! these are for you."

She whips her head towards him, her eyebrows raised as if she doesn’t believe him. "What?"

"Yes! for who else? I was—" he takes a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous. "I went to your cabin to ask you if you wanted to be my valentine, but your sister told me you were gone because you were freaking out about some Peter sending you notes."

She stares at him, mouth slightly open. "You wanted to ask me to be your valentine?"

He nods softly, nervously scratching his eyebrow. "Yes but I totally understand if i'm too late and if you want to go with that guy."

"No! I mean— I just—" She trips over her own words, her heart hammering so hard she thinks it'll jump out of her chest. "I thought you were the one writing those love notes. But apparently it was Peter from cabin nine. I just— I started freaking out because I wanted it to be you."

Percy's face scrunches in confusion. "Peter from cabin nine?"

She feels the embarrasment again, her cheeks turning pink. "I thought it was you because those gifts, they were so much like you and—"

He finally understands where she's coming from, and he lets out a breathless chuckle, interrupting her before she keeps talking.

"No, no! I was the one leaving those gifts. You were right about that." He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I wanted to ask you to be my valentine but I always got too nervous, and then you mentioned those notes and I freaked out because someone would ask you before I had the chance. So I started leaving those gifts hoping you would know it was me, but when you didn’t mention anything about them—"

It takes another shaky breath for him to continue. "I thought maybe you weren't interested in me like that, but then I thought maybe the gifts weren't obvious enough so I was going to give it another shot." he gestures to the tulips in his hands. "And ask you myself."

She blinks at him, her mind struggling to keep up, specially when he keeps on rambling. "So you left those gifts? the bracelet? and the jar with the seashells? and the hoodie?" When he nods, the relief washes over her as she lets out a laugh. "Oh my gods, Percy! I thought I was ridiculous for thinking it was you!"

"You're not ridiculous." He nudges her shoulder with his. "Maybe I should've approached it in a least... confusing way."

"No way, I loved those gifts." She returns the nudge, unable to contain her big smile. "I was just confused over, Well— Peter from cabin nine with those notes."

"Oh yeah, no, that's totally your fault for having so many secret admirers." He teases her, grinning widely.

She rolls her eyes, but another laugh burst out of her lips before she can reply. "And you're one of them."

"I don't know, I don't want to be so secretive about it anymore." He tells her, offering the bouquet in his hands. "So, there's something I've been meaning to ask."

Percy doesn’t feel nervous anymore, but the way she beams at him as she takes the bouquet makes his heart skip a beat. "Go on."

He doesn’t know why he was ever nervous, because the question rolls easily out of his lips. "Will you be my valentine?"

She holds the flowers to her chest like it's the best thing she has ever received. "Of course." she then caughts him by surprise when she leans to press a kiss against his cheek.

He exhales in relief, leaning back on his hand. He knows his face must be red, but at least she doesn't comment on it as she goes back to admire the tulips. After a second, he smirks. "Soo... about this Peter, you know I can be intimidating, right?"

She laughs, slightly pushing his shoulder. "Percy, don't be rude! I'll turn him down tomorrow."

"That's a shame." he replies, even though he doesn’t look shameful at all with the grin plastered on his face.

She shakes her head, smiling softly. "He never stood a chance anyways."

Percy chuckles, reaching for her hand to give it a small squeeze. "Good."

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oh to be in a poly relationship with percabeth

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percy jackson who majors in oceanology and loves to ramble on and on about his ocean life fun facts for hours on end <3

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— Percy Jackson x child of hypnos!reader ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Percy was lying in his bed in Poseidon’s cabin, unable to sleep, when noises outside caught his attention. Half-disoriented but with his demigod instincts on alert, he grabbed Riptide and stepped outside, ready to fight whatever monster dared to approach.

But when he saw the source of the ruckus, he blinked, confused.

It was you.

Barefoot on the grass, your hair ruffled by the night wind, you walked in circles, mumbling nonsense under your breath. Percy lowered his sword, rubbing his face with one hand.

“Of course…”

Seeing children of Hypnos asleep in the strangest places during the day was normal, but a sleepwalker in the middle of the night? That was new.

He considered waking you up but hesitated, remembering something about it not being a good idea. With a sigh, he resigned himself. He couldn’t sleep either, so why not? With a tired smile, he decided to follow along, making sure you didn’t trip or wander into the woods.

“They want me to make fried rice,” you mumbled.

Percy frowned. “What? ‘They’ who?”

“There’s cheese on the ceiling,” you replied.

“That doesn’t even—” He cut himself off, shaking his head as he tried to hold back a laugh.

Then you muttered something about someone stealing your imaginary cake. Percy clicked his tongue. “That’s just criminal.”

And so it continued, him responding to every ridiculous thing you said as if it were the most normal conversation in the world. Eventually, as your steps grew slower and your mumbling faded, he gently steered you back to the cabin, a small smile lingering on his lips.

By morning, you wouldn’t remember a thing. But Percy would.

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Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

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new romantics

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i need to peg percy and make him cry

#needthat