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When Leo can't understand French...

Piper: Leo, how does it feel to be called 'my other half' by Jason all the time? Leo: ...What? Piper: You know, 'ma moitíe'? Isn't that what he calls you? Leo: I thought he was calling me 'Mochi'! Piper: Huh? Leo: Like the little rice ball thing? I thought it was a cute snack nickname. Piper: [ loses her shit ] WAIT, WHAT?! Leo: OH NO, I'VE BEEN CALLING JASON 'DUMPLING' FOR TWO YEARS—

more incorrect quotes here!

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Pride, Prejudice, and Prophesies

summary : being courted by them during the regency era.

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Nico di Angelo x Noble! Reader

warning/s : a little spicy and implied discrimination against the common folk and bastards.

here is my masterlist!

Note : Alexa, play 'Material Girl'.

Jason Grace (The Perfect Gentleman)

Jason Grace was the kind of suitor mothers dreamed of and fathers cautiously sharpened their swords for.

Tall, golden, devastatingly handsome. He was the shining paragon of nobility.

I mean, literally. His father was Zeus. Or Jupiter. Or Jove. Whatever title Big Guy in the Sky preferred that century.

Beryl Grace was once a duchess of scandalous fame, married to a rich old man for status, but the moment she caught Zeus’ eye (and, well, other parts), Jason happened.

And because fate’s a twisted little minx, he grew up to be the Most Eligible Bachelor™.

In public? A model of restraint.

Gifts delivered in tasteful carriages. Chaperoned strolls at the right hour. A courteous bow and gentle hand at your waist.

Mothers swooned. Fathers approved.

In public? He's a tempest in a tea set.

"(Y/N)..." He'd murmur against your ear. "If society knew half the things I thought about you in that gown, I’d be exiled to Spain."

He listens to your ambitions like they're sacred verses. He brings you books banned by your governess and slips you letters at balls when no one’s looking.

Sometimes you swear he controls the weather.

When you’re happy, the skies are cloudless. When you cry, there’s thunder over London. You once screamed during an argument, and lightning struck a tree outside your estate.

Also...you can swear you saw him floating once. Two inches off the floor.

But he just grinned and blamed the wine.

Percy Jackson (The Scandalous Captain)

Percy Jackson was everything your mother warned you about.

A common-born rogue with no title, no shame, and no regard for proper society.

His only respectable feature? A fortune big enough to buy half of your town. And the other half if he felt like it.

Born to Sally Jackson, the secret best-selling author hiding behind a male pseudonym (because of course she was), Percy grew up in a dusty bookshop smelling like ink and peppermint drops.

But the sea always called.

Captain Jackson became the young, infamous explorer who found treasures in places no Englishman dared chart.

Women sighed. Men scowled.

Your parents allowed him to court you only because he made Poseidon-level bank.

Percy cared nothing for rules. Or propriety. Or your virtue.

Publicly, Percy is harmless. A teasing grin. A polite bow. A hand brushed against yours a moment too long.

Privately? Gods save you.

"Come away with me to the coast, (Y/N). I’ll show you what real waves feel like between your thighs."

He sneaks into your bedroom. Easily.

And you, poor thing, have to keep your voice down unless you want the whole estate to know just how fast he can turn a demure noble into a sinner.

Everyone says he can’t be tied down.

They’re right. Unless it’s to you.

Or your bedpost.

Nico Di Angelo (The Enigmatic Cryptid)

Every town has an alluring outsider.

Nico di Angelo is infamous across the ton for being the unnervingly young heir of a dead Italian noble line from his late mother, Maria.

People claim he speaks to ghosts and disappears for weeks at a time to 'consult with spirits.'

Fathers are wary. Mothers clutch pearls. Everyone else stares.

The rumors weren't wrong, as you found out.

Why?

Because our first encounter started when he approached you in a ball and said, "You look radiant. Also, your ancestor is still haunting your piano. I handled it."

Nico isn’t your typical suitor.

You’re not even sure if he is one.

He doesn’t bring flowers.

He doesn’t write letters dipped in rose-scented ink.

He doesn’t ask to court you in front of your family.

Instead, he just shows up. Like a shadow. Your shadow.

People feel bad for you because Nico follows you around like an aloof, adorable puppy.

Except you're not creeped out. You love it.

Nico listens to you. Intently. Quietly. As if every word you say pulls him a little more into the land of the living.

And sometimes, when the night is dark and the fire’s low, he says things like, "You make me feel alive. Like I’m not just surviving death anymore."

He never asks to court you. But you find black roses and dark-colored desserts on your windowsill, notes in your books, warmth in his hand when you’re cold.

You even sense darkness move to your will; balmy, not suffocating.

With Nico, love isn’t loud.

It’s whispered between shadows and candlelight.

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Always You

summary : second to none but Percy's POV.

word count : 1.0k

type : imagines

pairing/s involved : Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader

warning/s : idiocy?

here is my masterlist! along with the Part 1 and Part 2!

Note : Red represents Percy's anger. Or I just got tired of thinking of another color lol. Haven't proofread either, I'm too lazy.

Ever been in denial so deep, it should’ve been classified as an ocean trench? And then you realize—

Oh gods. I’m not the clown. I'm the whole circus. The tightrope, the cotton candy machine, and that one depressed elephant with trust issues.

Because how could he have been this clueless?

There really ought to be a word for someone who’s an explosive cocktail of heartbreak, optimism, and pure, unfiltered dumbassery.

If there was, it’d be "Percy".

When Annabeth ended things, it didn’t feel like a breakup.

Think Mount Vesuvius meets puberty.

Or a cyclops had smashed the foundations of everything he was.

He didn’t cry. But his soul? Full-on screaming.

And the worst part? He saw it coming. Signs that lit up in neon, dancing around with fireworks and backup singers.

But then he thought, No. We endure.

'Endure' being their favorite hobby as a couple.

They endured Tartarus, cursed quests, jealousy, Hera’s memory-scrambling nonsense, and Grover’s nightly lullabies that sounded like a wounded banshee.

Surely they could survive Annabeth's existential crisis?

Apparently not.

And yet, he held onto hope. That stupid, cockroach-level resilient hope that Annabeth would change her mind. That she had to come back.

And then you showed up.

At first, he convinced himself you were just a friend.

A good one. The best.

The weirdly perfect paradox: child of Hades but glowed like you fell out of Apollo’s Spotify playlist.

Percy thought, Cool. A friend. Totally not gonna spiral into emotional chaos over this person. Definitely not attracted.

You also had this way of seeing through people; like your eyes skipped past the shields, looked straight into the damage, and loved them anyway.

You made Camp feel like home. You made him feel like someone worth staying for.

You even made Clarisse laugh, which should’ve been a sign of the apocalypse.

So, yeah, Percy was doomed.

Because every time you smiled at him, and he forgot how breathing worked.

That’s when it clicked.

He wasn’t waiting for Annabeth anymore.

He was waiting for you.

Grover, of course, tried to warn him. "Heal first. Don’t drag (Y/N) into your emotional debris field."

But it wasn’t about filling a void or a distraction. It wasn’t about forgetting Annabeth. It never was.

It was just about you. Your laugh, your light, the weird way you snort when you laugh too hard, how you inhale your food, even the way you say his name like it’s worth something.

Somewhere between the grief and denial, you took his heart and refused to it give it back.

And it was good. Beautiful, even.

Unfortunately, moving on doesn’t come with a straight path. Especially when the ghost of your ex is still crashing your emotional Wi-Fi.

Annabeth lingered.

The silver pendant she gave him still hung around his neck, choking him. And every time you touched his hand, he flinched— not because he didn’t want it, but because he desperately needed you to.

It felt like betrayal to her.

He wasn't in love with Annabeth anymore, but he hadn’t let go either.

Percy didn’t want to lose either of you.

He still wanted her as a friend, and you? As everything else.

So when she came back around, all nostalgia and inside jokes, he clung to that, told himself it meant she wanted to rebuild a friendship.

Right until that night.

"If I asked for a second chance… would you give it?"

He hesitated.

Because how do you tell the girl who once held your future that she no longer owns it?

Before he could answer, she kissed him.

"Choose me." She whispered. "You know it’s always been me."

And for the first time, her lips didn’t feel familiar.

He just felt sick. Angry. Stupid.

Because now he understood— your quiet withdrawals, your tired eyes, the way your laughter didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore.

You weren’t just giving him space. You were leaving.

While Annabeth was reaching for him once more, you were already halfway out the door.

And, unknowingly, Percy let it happen.

By the time he found your note— "I wish you and Annabeth the best. Don’t let her go this time." — he knew.

He was too late.

"No, (Y/N). No, no, no..."

He searched the camp like a man possessed but when he realized you actually left (Will shared that Nico is also gone), he didn’t even think.

He summoned Mrs. O’Leary with panic in his chest and your scent clinging to the air.

Straight to the Underworld. In your father's palace.

BLAG!

He collided with Grover, who barged in his cabin.

"Percy, Annabeth is crying! What's—?!"

"I screwed up!" Percy gasped, tears already running. "I need to find (Y/N)! Now!"

“Dude, calm down!" He held Percy back with his entire strength.

"No, let me go!"

It took a few minutes for him to finally collapse with exhaustion, his face in his hands. Mrs. O’Leary whined and rested her massive head on his lap.

"I ruined everything." He whimpered, crying like the broken kid he still is. "I broke us. I broke (Y/N). I'm so stupid."

Grover sighs like a tired parent, already packing a bag for him. "...Where did she run off to?"

"Hades' Palace."

"And you're leaving with just your sword?! Are you deranged?!"

"Yes!" Percy sobbed, fully unhinged. "I need her! I want her back!"

"Do you even have a plan?"

Percy sniffled, sitting up. "Boom box under her window?"

"This. This is why she left you."

"I’m kidding!" He wailed. "I’ll just beg Hades not to obliterate me before I explain myself. Maybe he’ll be merciful."

"Merciful? Have you met the guy?"

"...You’re right. I’m gonna die. But do you think Hades will let me talk to his daughter before he sends me to the Fields of Eternal Regret?"

"OH GODS—"

Dying didn’t scare him. Not anymore.

Losing you did.

And maybe he didn’t know the perfect speech or know how to fix what he broke.

But he knew one thing.

He wasn’t letting you go.

Not without a fight.

Because you made him believe in things again.

Hope, healing, laughter, love— and he’d go to literal hell to get that back.

Again.

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Battle of the Percys

summary : Walker Scobell, who's portraying Percy Jackson in the new series, has a huge crush on you, Logan Lerman's wife.

word count : 0.8k

pairing/s : Logan Lerman x Actress! Reader (ft. Walker Scobell).

warning/s : none, unless you count Walker's one-sided love?

here's my masterlist!

Note : Logan Lerman will always have a space in my heart. The reader is supposedly a little younger than Logan in this one.

Walker Scobell had no filter.

And no, that wasn’t an opinion.

It was a cosmic fact.

Like gravity, taxes, and the unholy truth that your phone battery dies the moment you really need it.

Spend thirty seconds with Walker and you’d get it.

The kid talked like he had a bomb strapped to his soul that would detonate if he didn’t make everyone laugh in under a minute.

Full speed ahead (guys, listen to EPIC) into chaos.

So when Disney+ handed him the role of Percy Jackson, he didn’t just step into the dream.

He cannonballed into it with the Camp Half-Blood flag in one hand, Blue coke on the other while screaming "FOR OLYMPUS!"

But there was one tiny, awkward, universe-crushing problem.

Logan Lerman.

The Original Percy Jackson™.

Sure, the movies had the emotional depth of a wet napkin, but that didn’t matter.

Logan was still The Guy.

Charming. Grounded. Hot enough to make Aphrodite weep.

Even Walker had to admit: damn him and his stupid perfect face.

And his stupid perfect vibe.

And his amazing, goddess of a wife.

You.

The famous actress Walker had been secretly obsessed with since before he knew what hormones were.

Who he used to think he might someday meet... only to find out you were now married to his predecessor.

Life is a bitch.

To be fair, he tried to be chill about it.

He swore he was chill about it.

Because he was so young when you and Logan started dating.

Walker was, like, ten— too busy eating Lunchables to fight for your hand in marriage. (Age gaps: awkward in real life, hot in fanfiction.)

Until he learned why you liked Logan in the first place.

Because you, the woman of his actual dreams, is a Percy Jackson fangirl. A superfan.

Rick Riordan said so himself. You owned the books, knew the songs from the musical (if you cried during Good Kid, same), probably had Camp Half-Blood merch in your house.

Logan even joked once that you married him for being Percy, and you didn’t deny it.

Walker snapped. This is his villain origin story.

Justice must be served.

Leah rolled her eyes. Aryan sang Adele like it was 2011 again.

And Walker? He declared a war.

"I was Percy Jackson in the wrong timeline." He’d dramatically declare in interviews, panels, even in craft services. "Logan stole my Annabeth! I never even got a chance, man."

Or worse...

"If I were ten years older, she’d be flipping off strangers with me at the Lotte Palace Hotel in New York like Blair and Chuck. But noooo. She picked Nate. She picked domestic bliss in some mansion on a hill. Ugh. Boring."

You thought it was hilarious. So did your husband.

"He really likes you." Logan murmured one night, scrolling through Walker’s chaotic tweets about doomed love and being born too late.

"Jealous?"

He kissed your cheek, pulling you closer. "Of a kid tall enough to body-slam me into the sun? Not yet."

Walker took it online.

And you played along.

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@y/n : Walker, honey, you need therapy. @w.scobell : And you need a new husband. Coincidence? I think not! 🧐

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@y/n : Seek help, child. 🤘🏻👩🏻 @w.scobell : Seek divorce, (Y/N). 🌝

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@y/n : I’ll literally pay you to stop. 😭 @w.scobell : Enough for a time machine, and we'll talk.

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@y/n : Can you chill? @w.scobell : Can you rethink your marriage?🥺

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@unclerick : Walker is basically Percy if Annabeth dumped him for Luke. Painfully accurate. @w.scobell : This heartbreak wasn’t in my contract, Rick.

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@y/n : Manifesting good vibes only this week! @w.scobell : Manifesting a time machine and annulment papers.

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@y/n : Stop tweeting about stealing me. My husband can see these. @w.scobell : Good. Maybe he’ll finally start locking the doors.

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@y/n : Who let you cook? @w.scobell : You did. The day you married the wrong man.

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@y/n : Just had the best iced coffee of my life. @w.scobell : Was it better than the love we could’ve had?

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@y/n : Trying not to engage with trolls today. @w.scobell : Funny. I’m trying to replace one.

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@y/n : I'm married. @w.scobell : So was Helen of Troy.

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@y/n : Feeling loved today. 💕 @w.scobell : I’m feeling robbed.

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@y/n : Self-care is letting go. @w.scobell : Let go of Logan. You’ll feel better.

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@y/n : I have a restraining order in the drafts. @w.scobell : I have our wedding vows in mine.

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@y/n : You need to move on. @w.scobell : I need you to realize I’m the reboot AND the upgrade.

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And when you finally met at a premiere?

Walker lit up like the Empire State Building on a godly bender.

You went in for a friendly hug, but he wasn't having it and spun you around like a long lost lover in a telenovela.

Then he shook Logan’s hand like it was a funeral.

"Take care of her, man." Walker said, every inch of a drama queen. "Because one day, I will be grown. And I will steal her."

When you wandered off to do press, Logan turned to Walker.

"On a serious note, I'm glad it's you playing Percy. The role is in good hands."

"Thanks. Shame (Y/N) isn't."

"Good luck waiting, kid. I'm not dying anytime soon."

Walker's eyes glinted. "You sure about that?"

Logan's smile falters.

Walker just winks and walked away, leaving behind glittering confidence and the vague smell of teenage rebellion.

Logan hugged you tighter than usual that night.

He never said why.

But from that day on… he started locking the doors.

[pigfacedbitch]

Half of Me

summary : what would you give up for the love you lost?

word count : 0.9k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Jason Grace x Reader

warning/s : death, grief, depression, unable to cope with loss, and with the happy (?) ending.

here's my masterlist!

“You’re the better half of me.”

Jason Grace never missed a day telling you that.

In the warmth of his bed, in the chaos of battle, under the stars by the firepit, or during those quiet, angry moments where love still lingered under frustration— he always said it.

A vow. A reminder. And without fail, you believed him.

It was also the last thing he ever said to you.

Before he left with Piper, Lester, and Meg.

Before everything went to hell.

"Hang up already." You told him over the phone, trying to laugh past the unease that gnawed at your gut. "You’re going to attract monsters if we keep talking."

Jason didn’t want to hang up. There was something in his voice, heavy and unfinished.

But he swallowed it down.

"Yeah, you’re right. We need to go, anyway."

"Be safe, Jay."

A beat of silence.

"I… I love you. More than anything. You know that, right?"

You smiled— how could you not? "I love you too."

"You’re my better half, (Y/N)."

"You always say that."

"Because it’s true. You are, mea vita. Always. Goodbye."

Goodbye.

Not See you soon. Not Wait for me.

Not the usual words he used when walking into danger and promising to bring back snacks.

You stared at your phone long after the call ended, your fingers cold, your chest sinking.

That should’ve been enough. That should’ve been the red flag, the final omen.

But you ignored it. Of course you did.

Jason was Jason. He was Jupiter’s golden boy. Trained for war, born to survive. If anyone was going to come back alive— it was him.

However, you underestimated the one part of him more dangerous than any enemy.

His selflessness.

So when Chiron met you at the camp borders, wearing the same sorrowful expression he gave every soul who lost someone they couldn’t live without...

You knew.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t speak.

You didn’t hear Lester’s rambling. Didn’t register Piper’s tear-choked apologies. Couldn’t process Leo's cries for his best friend.

You just stood there, the world around you turning to static.

Why Jason?

Why him?

He was just starting.

He had plans. He had dreams.

He had you.

He wanted to finish school in Edgarton. Maybe New Rome after that— politics, philanthropy, it didn't matter.

"I just want to do good, mea vita. Something meaningful." As he would say.

He even got Zeus’ approval (despite Percy’s mock tantrums over those damn recommendation letters).

And you— gods, you.

He looked at you like you were it.

No words were needed.

You’d seen it in his eyes every time he looked at you; "You’re my home, my peace, my life. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be."

Now? Gone. Just like that.

You didn’t react when they brought him in.

Not at first, at least. His face was too peaceful.

Like he was just sleeping— as if he’d just dozed off and if you kissed him, he'd wake up and ask what he missed.

But he didn’t.

You shattered when the truth landed like a sledgehammer.

You broke down into Percy’s arms, wailing, screaming, clinging to something— anything— that was still warm.

You thought you knew pain.

You’re a demigod— pain is your inheritance.

But this? This was obliteration.

The boy who made forever real and attainable was dead.

Everything else blurred after that.

The funeral. The way everyone watched you like glass.

Thalia’s words of gratitude for loving him the way he deserved barely reached your ears.

You felt nothing.

And then Chiron called it a hero’s death.

You nearly laughed.

Hero?

No. Jason was a kid.

All of you were just kids.

Thrown into war after war. Expected to die quietly and call it glory.

And then the hollowness turned into rage— wild, directionless, unforgiving rage.

At Jason, for sacrificing himself. At Piper, for letting him. At the gods.

At everyone.

And no one.

The weeks bled into months.

The others began to heal.

But you?

You woke up. Ate. Trained. Studied.

Moved through the days like a ghost in your own body.

At night, you’d sneak into Jason’s cabin and lay in his bed, surrounded by the scent of him, waiting for the door to open and his voice to say, "Sorry I took so long, (Y/N)."

But he never did.

You didn’t care about rules, balance, cosmic consequences.

You just wanted him back.

So you broke down and begged. Desperately.

To anyone who would listen.

Only one answered.

Aphrodite.

Goddess of love and cruelty.

"What will you offer, (Y/N)?" She purred, saccharine and poisonous.

"Anything, my goddess."

"Technically, I don’t do necromancy." She mused, eyes glowing pink. "But for a love that spits in death’s face? I’ll make an exception."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing much. You’re Jason Grace’s better half, aren’t you? Let’s make it poetic."

You don’t remember what happened— just agony. Horrific, soul-splitting pain while her laughter echoed in your skull.

But through the haze, there was something else.

Warmth. Familiar. Him.

You woke up in the infirmary, your body wrecked and limbs trembling.

Voices argued nearby.

"What she did was reckless!" Annabeth's.

"You can’t blame her." Percy snapped. "If it were you, I’d do the same."

"What's important is (Y/N)'s vitals are healthy." Will cuts in. "Nico is talking to Hades to handle the—"

Then another voice.

His voice.

"Can we please just focus on my girlfriend?"

His name tore from your throat before you could stop it.

The curtain flew back. And there he was.

Jason runs to your bedside and kissed you like he was trying to fuse your souls back together. "Mea vita, my love, my (Y/N)..."

You expected him to be furious.

To scold you.

To ask what you gave up.

Instead, he just held you like he’d never let you go again.

Like you were the miracle.

And in that moment, you didn’t care what it cost.

You were whole again. Everything else could burn.

That night, curled in his arms, his lips soft against your temple, you drifted off with a smile.

But somewhere deep inside, one thought pierced through your haze of joy.

Aphrodite’s final words.

"You’re the better half of Jason Grace, right?"

Your Jason is back.

You feel fine. Better than ever, even.

So what, exactly, did she take?

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May Queen

summary : Merlin falls for Arthur's future queen. loosely based on Heather Dale's song entitled 'May Queen'.

word count : 0.8k

pairing/s : Merlin x Reader, Arthur Pendragon x Reader

warning/s : thoughts of possible cheating, and forbidden love. reader is basically Princess Mithian in this story.

You are a princess from a distant kingdom, shipped to Camelot like the finest political bargain sale.

Promised to King Arthur himself, no less.

You've heard songs sang in his honor— tales of a noble king, valiant in battle, beloved by all.

But songs rarely mention the messier footnotes, do they? Whispers swirled faster than court gossip: Arthur’s last fiancée? Caught with one of his own knights.

The whole drama still lingers in Camelot’s stone halls like a bad smell no one quite knows how to air out.

Royal tea, indeed.

However, you weren’t thrilled about the whole “marriage for political stability” thing. You didn’t need a man to rule— your crown fits just fine without anyone holding it up for you.

But alas— duty. The inescapable weight of kingdom, family, and treaties crushed the little voice of rebellion in your chest.

So, you silenced your doubts, packed your best gowns, and off to Camelot you went.

And from the very moment your dainty slipper touched Camelot’s holy ground... Merlin hated you.

Oh, everyone else curtsied, bowed, smiled through their courtly teeth. But not him.

Merlin gave you all the warmth of an iced-over pond. Cold glances. Dry words. The kind of polite hostility reserved for tax collectors and unexpected in-laws.

Naturally, you thought: ah, loyalty to Guinevere. The servant misses the old queen, poor soul. Understandable, really.

But you swallowed the sting like bitter tonic and pressed on. Arthur, after all, was the prize, not his unusually intense manservant.

Except you couldn’t quite ignore him.

Merlin had gravity.

A weight. An intelligence behind those annoyed eyes. Annoying, sharp-witted, and entirely too endearing. Even handsome, if you liked your men scruffy and perpetually irritated.

Arthur trusted him like a brother. Or possibly something messier and more complicated, but who could say?

You knew one truth: if you wanted to belong in Camelot, you had to make sense of Merlin.

"Merlin, I need to speak with you."

Meanwhile, poor Merlin was dying inside.

Love at first sight? Ridiculous! Impossible! A story for drunk poets and deluded minstrels.

Except… there you were.

Real. Sharp as a blade and warm as summer, and suddenly all Merlin’s carefully bottled feelings sloshed to the surface like cheap wine.

You weren’t a pawn. You walked into Camelot already a queen, crown or no crown.

Everyone sees it, Arthur especially. He’s growing fond of you, perhaps already falling.

And it broke Merlin.

Because he knew you and Arthur would make sense. You were good. Arthur needed good. Desperately.

And Merlin? Merlin wasn’t supposed to want things.

Especially not this. Especially not you.

So, he did what emotionally stunted sorcerers do best: he glared. He grunted. He scowled until his face hurt. Distance disguised as disdain.

It worked. Until it didn’t.

"What have I done to make you hate me so?" You finally snapped.

"That’s not it."

"Then what, Merlin? Just say it!"

"I love you!"

Oh. There it was.

Like throwing a boulder into a pond. Splash. Silence.

You blinked. Merlin paled like he’d just realized what he’d done— which he had. Before you could utter a word, Merlin panicked and kissed you.

It was a soft kiss.

Terrified. Absolutely forbidden. Amazing.

And then, horror on his face, Merlin ran. Like an idiot.

And you? Well. You didn’t hate it.

Worse— you felt something stir. Something dangerous, and you’d hoped would stay nicely buried.

You tried to avoid him after that. Honestly. But life has the sense of humor of an old drunken court jester.

Duty kept you close. Hallways. Rooms. Long glances across dinner tables.

And Merlin changed.

He became attentive.

His hands steadying you when you tripped, his eyes holding yours a second too long. And you— traitor heart— you loved it. You smiled. Until you woke up one day wanting him more than the crown, more than the king himself.

Neither of you said a word. You didn’t need to. The line had already been crossed in silence.

At night Merlin lays awake, imagining your marriage to Arthur.

How long before he broke completely? Before he lost everything again? How long until he shatters, wanting what he can never have?

And you were no better. Torn between duty and desire. Between the crown and the quiet promise in Merlin’s eyes.

Then came the hunting trip. And Arthur, stumbling upon Guinevere’s lost ring.

Fate, that cruel old hag, smiled.

The next day the engagement was off.

Arthur still loved his Guinevere. Always had.

Your parents raged, but you? You felt relief. And sorrow. A tangled, prickling thing.

"You’d give up your kingdom for a blacksmith’s daughter?" You asked Arthur as you prepared to leave.

"Without her, they're worth nothing to me."

Your eyes flicked sideways, just briefly. Quick enough for the manservant to catch while no else did.

"Hm. I would give up my kingdom to be so loved."

"You already are, princess." Merlin whispered, steadying your hand as you climbed into the carriage. "Maybe he just hasn’t told you yet."

Your fingers slipped something from his pocket as you climbed in.

"Then he knows I’ll wait." You whispered back. "For as long as possible."

Later, long after the dust and drama settled, Merlin found it in his pocket.

Your family’s crest. Left behind like a secret promise.

And for the first time in what felt like years… Merlin smiled.

Just a little.

[pigfacedbitch]

✨ Dating Clovis | General headcanons of dating the son of Hypnos.

✨ I Worship You | They fell for a Greek deity (Jason Grace & Percy Jackson).

✨ Let's Break Up (I) | You try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend (Jason Grace, Percy Jackson & Nico Di Angelo).

✨ Let's Break Up (II) | You try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend (Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang & Will Solace).

✨ Phobia | Your phobia relates to your boyfriend's gifted godly abilities (Jason Grace, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang & Nico Di Angelo).

✨ Pride, Prejudice, and Prophecies | Being courted by them during the regency era.

✨ You Like... Who? | You tell your sister that you're in love with Octavian (Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque & Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano).

✨ Always You | Second to None but Percy's POV.

✨ Battle of the Percys | Walker Scobell, who's portraying Percy Jackson in the new series, has a huge crush on you, Logan Lerman's wife.

✨ Chiron's Secret | Percy finds something particularly odd in Chiron's office.

✨ Falling in Love With Leo Valdez | Title speaks for itself. reader is a daughter of Poseidon. Timeline is from the Lost Hero to the Mark of Athena.

✨ First Doesn't Mean Forever | Second to None but Annabeth's POV.

✨ Half of Me | What would you give up for the love you lost?

✨ Second to None | You may be Percy's girlfriend, but not his first choice.

✨ The Price of Promos | Percy is obsessed with you, but people ship you with Jason. What's worse is you two take advantage of it on certain situations.

✨ Way Back Home | Visiting May Castellan after the Battle of Manhattan.

✨ Annabeth Meets A Spider

✨ Guinea Pig

✨ Luke's Origin Villain Story

✨ Literal Guardian Angel

✨ Nickname Crisis

✨ Speechless

✨ Solangelo's Argument

✨ The Lightning Food Thief

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✨ Are You That Dense? | What do they do when their crush is oblivious of their feelings (Arthur Pendragon, Merlin & Morgana Pendragon).

✨ Comfort | What would your boyfriend do if you had a bad day at work/school (Modern! Gwaine, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon).

✨ May Queen | Merlin falls for Arthur's future queen. loosely based on Heather Dale's song entitled 'May Queen'.

✨ Modern! Reader Gets Transported to Albion | Modern world! reader gets transported to Albion and meets Arthur and Merlin. Unbeknownst to you and the prince of Camelot, the three of you are soulmates.

✨ It's A Trap! | Prince Arthur uses reader to lure Merlin out whenever he is hiding from him.

✨ Adoption Papers

✨ Arthur meets Kilgharrah

✨ Arthur's Proposal

✨ Arthur & Merlin meets Mordred

✨ Barney

✨ Breakfast

✨ Burn For You

✨ Confession

✨ Distraction

✨ First & Third Husband

✨ Fuck, Marry, Kill

✨ Future Husband

✨ Kiss Me Again

✨ Lenient

✨ Morgana Helps Arthur Confess to Merlin

✨ Morgana's Meditation

✨ Parentage

✨ Poetry

✨ Trained to Kill

✨ We are Getting A Divorce

✨ Who Am I

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✨ Dating Hort of Bloodbrook | General headcanons of dating Hort while being the princess of Camelot.

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I Worship You

summary : they fell in love with a Greek deity.

word count : 0.8k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson x Goddess! Reader

warning/s : large age gaps (lol).

here's my masterlist!

Note : I will also be posting the same idea with Nico, Leo, Frank, and Will.

Jason Grace

You were a Camp Jupiter regular. VIP access. Eternal backstage pass.

Unlike the other gods who ghosted their kids harder than a bad Tinder date, you actually cared about demigods.

Probably because you were one, back in your 'mortal coil' phase.

You knew the struggle. The whole, 'my divine parent left me a prophecy and trauma' starter pack.

The joy of being chased around by monsters while trying to survive longer than Zeus' affairs with women.

Jason first saw you and thought, "Wow, that’s the prettiest counselor I’ve ever seen."

He was just a kid. You were immortal. It was awkward.

The camp had to break the news that you were a literal deity because of Jason’s intense puppy dog crush, and the poor guy almost got zapped into the next reincarnation.

Reyna never lets him live it down. She brings it up during arguments to win.

"You know I’m right, Reyna."

"Fine, but remember when you almost got yeeted with your own lightning because you’re a simp?"

"I was ten!"

It works every time.

As he aged like fine wine (or a stressed Roman soldier), his teen crush evolved.

Your acceptance made him feel seen and understood. It's all he ever wanted.

Jason doesn’t just want your guidance anymore; he wants your love.

He is reminded everyday that supposed to be the perfect Roman, the champion of the gods, a celestial poster child.

But secretly? He prays to you more than any of them.

Not in the "Hey, can you back me up so I don't die?" kind of way. More like "ANYTHING FOR YOU, BEYONCE!" kind of devotion.

You’re having an existential crisis because you practically watched him grow up.

It felt questionable.

"I’ve been around before your puberty."

"Now, I’m emotionally and physically available. Growth."

"I raised you!"

"And I’m trying to wife you up. Can we please just move on?"

You were ancient. Like 'I knew Kronos when he had abs' ancient.

Jason didn’t care.

His whole life was a checklist of what others expected from him.

He had been a puppet his whole life.

Choosing you was finally something he wanted for himself.

It felt like rebellion and therapy.

And once you gave in? Oh, boy.

The golden retriever in Roman armor became yours. Completely, irrevocably, gloriously yours.

Sure, he still does heroic stuff, but you’re his top priority.

Zeus and Hera were livid.

You 'stole their chosen one', or as Hera puts it, "MY PRECIOUS BLOND TROPHY!"

They called you a temptress, a manipulator, basically what they are.

You called them irrelevant.

Because what could they do? Smite you? You've survived worse.

Percy Jackson

You've been his spiritual stalker since Quest #1.

Not in a creepy way, more like a magical support staff that whispers, "You got this!" before he punches a hydra in the face.

Unlike other gods who appear just to flex and disappear like flaky Instagram influencers, you helped from the shadows.

No appearances. No booming voices from the sky. Just vibes.

Whenever he was scared, you sent him courage.

When he was hopeless, you slipped in a little optimism.

When he was depressed, you were the cosmic version of a comfort blanket.

Percy didn’t trust it.

The gods never do nice things without expecting a thank-you fruit basket, or a blood sacrifice.

Yet you did.

So naturally, he did what any traumatized teenager would do: scream "SUS! THIS IS SUS!" in his cabin like he’s playing Among Us at 3AM.

Curiosity got the best of him, so he tried the classic 'summon the mysterious deity' trick. "Hey, mystery spirit! Can you show up before I call customer service?"

Motherfucker even used an Ouija board.

You didn’t show up.

Then he realized you only appear when he’s in real danger.

He decided right then and there that the best way to summon you like some divine Pokemon was to almost die.

Multiple times.

"Hey, Percy, maybe try not to die just to talk to your celestial crush?"

"Grover, let me have this."

When you finally appeared before him, furious and radiating 'I could kill you myself' look, he was dumbfounded.

Not by your glare, but by your beauty. You were beyond words. Probably a good thing, because his brain was busy rebooting.

Hearing his full name made him fall harder, honestly.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, PERSEUS JACKSON?!"

"That I missed you?"

From that point on, he kept 'accidentally' stumbling into peril just to get your attention.

You two became… familiar.

Extremely so.

The more you appeared, the deeper he fell.

When Percy realized he was in love, it wasn’t fireworks or cheesy Disney dance numbers, just serenity.

Just a calm, warm feeling in his chest that said, 'This is home.'

"Are you glowing or did I just eat too many pizzas?"

"That’s eight boxes."

"Shhh. I was trying to flirt."

For the first time, he didn’t feel like he had to fight, to prove, to perform.

You were the calm in his chaotic life.

The eye of the storm.

His little slice of paradise in a life full of monsters, trauma, and water-based destruction. His divine chill pill.

And if anyone tries to mess with that?

Let’s just say he didn’t inherit all of Poseidon’s chaos juice for nothing (Alexa, play Ruthlessness from EPIC: The Musical).

Because Percy’s got two moods: goofy, surfer dude from Manhattan and eldritch hurricane who tortured Akhlys in Tartarus.

Choose wisely.

[pigfacedbitch]

First Doesn't Mean Forever

summary : second to none but Annabeth's POV.

word count : 0.9k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader

warning/s : angst, insecurity (?), and Annabeth showing her prideful nature.

here's my masterlist! along with the Part 1 and Part 3!

Note : Green aesthetic for envy, because that's how Annabeth feels. Along with some dark, devilish vibe. Not going to lie, I have no idea how to end this.

Mention/s : @leo-lvr, @m4n-eat3r, @raysmayhem-72, @jeudieohvjdjtg, @wolfyychan, @heavensenthellsbent, @gabrielle-tia, @icanmeltanigloo, and @alexos-stuff.

Annabeth had always been the one who controlled the world around her.

Daughter of Athena, the embodiment of wisdom and intellect, she had always been the strategist, the planner— the one who knew how to handle every situation.

But when she ended things with Percy Jackson, she learned that even she could lose everything.

Not because she didn’t love him anymore. She always would.

Percy wasn’t just a part of her life; he was part of her soul. He was woven into every fiber of her being, a piece she couldn’t rip away, no matter how hard she tried.

Yet, she needed to find out who she was without him.

For so long, she had defined herself by what she built with him, by their bond.

She had been the architect and hero of Olympus. But with Percy beside her for so long, she wondered if she could stand on her own two feet.

Percy never argued. He saw the pain in her eyes, but he didn’t fight her. He simply nodded, his face filled with quiet understanding, a sorrow so deep it almost suffocated her.

At first, being alone felt liberating.

She threw herself into her studies, into her work, into building her own future. She was pursuing her goals, trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do— that she needed to be Annabeth Chase without the weight of Percy Jackson’s name trailing her every step.

But then came the emptiness she wasn’t prepared for— the silence where his laughter used to fill the air, the absence beside her as she walked along the shores of Long Island, the hand that was always holding hers.

And then you arrived.

You, the daughter of Hades, with your wild laughter, your infectious smile, your voice so sweet it made even the campfire seem to dance along with you.

You, who had the uncanny ability to make even the coldest of souls melt under your warmth.

You, who made Percy fall off Blackjack when he first laid eyes on you. The girl who made his nose bleed with a smile, who had him choking on his pizza from laughter, who convinced him to dance in the meadows with the nymphs.

Nico called you the "Sunbeam of the Underworld" and he couldn’t have been more right.

Annabeth watched from the sidelines as you slipped effortlessly into the life she had fought for years to build.

You charmed everyone— not with intellect or manipulation, but with empathy, a carefree spirit that made everyone around you feel seen, understood.

Percy, especially.

She told herself it was fine. She had ended things. Percy deserved to move on. But no matter how much she told herself this, a quiet jealousy stirred inside her— sharp, relentless, impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t even the growing bond between Percy and you that gnawed at her. It was the way you fit into his life. You, with your peaceful, unbothered way of existing, like you didn’t have to prove anything to anyone.

The complete opposite of her.

Annabeth had always been driven— always pushing herself to be better, always striving to do more.

But you? You didn’t try, and yet, with every word and laugh, it was clear you and Percy were two halves of something that made Annabeth’s heart ache in a way she couldn’t escape.

So she made a choice. It wasn’t fair.

She is Annabeth Chase, Percy’s first love. The one who had been there through every battle, every nightmare, every obstacle. She had bled for him, fought for him, stood by him when the world tried to tear them apart.

How could he just forget all of that?

She knew Percy wouldn’t come back on his own. So she made him remember.

She started to spend time with him again— reminding him of their history, their bond, the love they had once shared. She wanted him to know how much she still cared, how much she still loved him. The one who knew him best.

She saw the hesitation in his eyes— the flicker of uncertainty. Torn between the past they shared and the present he was building with someone else.

For a moment, she thought it worked. She thought she had him back.

And you saw it too.

You, who didn’t need to be told anything. You could feel the shift, the tension, the way Annabeth’s presence made Percy falter, made his heart waver. And you knew.

Annabeth could see it in the way your smile faltered, in the way your eyes flickered with discomfort when Annabeth made a comment only she and Percy understood. The way your shoulders tensed whenever Annabeth’s innocent touch seemed to mean more than it should.

And then, one night, when the time felt right, Annabeth made her move. Alone in the woods with Percy, she kissed him.

"Choose me, Percy. You know it’s always been me. Be with me again."

She expected him to kiss her back, to remember what they once had, to feel the way she did. Because this— their first love —was something no one could ever take away. She had to believe that.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there, as if she had shattered something irreparable. There was no warmth, no affection, no return to what once was.

He murmured an apology and walked away.

The next day, she heard you left. And for the first time in weeks, Annabeth felt hope stir inside her. Percy would come back. He had to.

But then Percy disappeared too.

She convinced herself he just needed time, that he was figuring out his feelings, that when the dust settled, he would come back to her, and everything would be right again.

Until Grover gave her the answer she had always feared.

"Percy is looking for (Y/N), Annabeth. She left him a note, and... It wasn't pretty. I've never seen him so distraught. He almost left with just his sword, I had to tackle him down before gathering supplies."

"Where is he now?"

"He traced her to the Underworld, in Hades' palace. He's going there now. I'm so sorry."

You hadn’t fought for him. You hadn’t needed to. You were simply yourself, and that was more than enough for Percy.

He chose you.

Annabeth had never truly lost before. She always found a way to win. But this… this was a loss she didn’t know how to fight.

Now, standing on the edge of the sea, all she could feel was the vast, cold expanse before her.

Once, this water had been Percy— his love, his presence, his devotion. Now, it was just the sea— cold, endless, unforgiving.

For the first time in her life, Annabeth Chase felt like she was drowning, without Percy there to pull her back to the surface.

She'll always be his first.

But first doesn’t mean forever.

[pigfacedbitch]

The Price of Promos

summary : Percy is obsessed with you, but people ship you with Jason. what's worse is you two take advantage of it on certain situations.

word count : 0.9k

pairing/s : Percy Jackson x Daughter of Nyx! Reader (Kinda?), Jason Grace x Reader (It's just for show)

warning/s : does lying for free stuff count as one? Percy is a little unhinged.

here's my masterlist!

Note : I, too, would like free stuff.

Perseus Jackson doesn’t hate Jason Grace.

I mean, how could anyone?

The guy is basically a walking PR campaign for heroism— selfless, kind, responsible, and so absurdly noble. They all had their tragic backstories, but Jason?

The guy was literally sacrificed as a toddler. Meanwhile, Percy at least had a childhood (albeit featuring Smelly Gabe and an absentee sea god for a dad, but still— memories were made).

Let’s not forget the sheer unfairness of Jason’s looks: golden-boy Roman features, electric blue eyes, six-pack abs (which Percy totally never stared at), and that conveniently attractive scar that made people swoon like he was the protagonist of a tragic romance novel.

If they only knew he got that scar from trying to eat a fucking stapler.

Jason could’ve been an entitled jerk, taking advantage of his powers, his authority, his stupidly good genetics. But no. He had to go and be a great person. Patient, understanding— the human equivalent of a therapy dog, if therapy dogs could shoot lightning and fly.

How could anyone hate that?

So yeah, technically, Percy couldn’t hate him.

But sometimes... Percy wants to yeet him into the ocean and never let him out.

Why?

Because of you.

The only demigod of Nyx.

You, the one demigod that somehow made Camp Half-Blood look like it had something to prove.

You weren’t rude, per se. Just… too unbothered, like someone who had already seen way too much crap to care anymore.

A walking badass, terrifying in the way that made people question their own survival skills.

Like when a monster asked, “How will you sleep at night after everything you’ve done?” and you deadpanned, "Like a baby, motherfucker." before slicing its head off.

You, who casually sipped a drink after saying, "Gods are the funniest to torture. They don’t die. They can’t beg for death if it never comes."

Or the time you casually dragged a monster into Tartarus instead of fighting it because "Ugh, this is taking too long! I have plans."

Half the camp was terrified of you. The other half idolized you. There was no middle ground.

And Percy? He is obsessed.

It wasn’t a secret either. His friends roasted him constantly about it.

They have a running joke about how the literal savior of Olympus could barely ask you out without causing plumbing disasters.

It was either you were oblivious, or you were just waiting for him to, as Leo so eloquently put it, grow some cojones and finally make a move.

So technically, you weren’t his. Yet.

He is working on it, okay?

But what made his blood boil was how everyone kept shipping you and Jason— the golden boy and the dark, dangerous femme fatale. Oooh, forbidden love! The perfect aesthetic! Percy couldn’t care less.

At first, you and Jason laughed it off. But then—

Sales. Discounts. Promos.

And suddenly, Percy was living in hell.

Because the moment a deal was on the table, you and Jason leaned into the "couple" act so fast it gave Percy whiplash.

That’s when Percy’s casual irritation turned into full-blown homicidal intent. Towards Jason, of course.

The first betrayal happened at a café.

A barista, way too chipper for Percy’s liking, smiled at you and Jason. "Are you two a couple? Lovebirds get free drinks today!"

Percy watched in horror as you and Jason shared a look.

Free drink, (Y/N)?

Duh, idiot.

And with synchronized, Oscar-worthy smiles, you both turned to the barista. "Yes, we are."

The barista squealed. "You’re like night and day. So cute!"

Jason, fully committing, threw an arm around you. Percy was this close to turning that café into an aquarium.

His hand inched toward Riptide.

He could make it look like an accident. Right?

Instead, he settled for stabbing his blue cupcake with enough aggression to count as a felony. He, of course, paid full price for it.

Unbelievable.

The next time, it was at a shopping mall. You were all just supposed to get supplies. Simple. Harmless. Until a saleslady smiled brightly at you and Jason.

"You two are adorable! Are you dating?"

"Oh, we’re n—"

"Couples get a 50% discount per purchase. To keep the love alive!"

"—totally dating! Right, Jason?"

Percy felt his soul leave his body.

Jason, grinning, sealed the betrayal with a playful peck on your cheek.

Percy lunged. Annabeth and Grover had to physically hold him back.

"I can make it swift. Jason won’t feel a thing—"

"No." Annabeth and Grover said in unison.

And then there was the movie theater.

The old vendor, all kind smiles, handed Jason a snack box. "For you and your girlfriend. Enjoy the movie, kid."

Jason, with those perfect teeth, turned to you. "Love, come here."

You complied. He puts an arm around your waist and pressed multiple kisses on your cheek. "Isn't my boyfriend the sweetest?"

Percy nearly exploded on the spot.

Jason Grace. Cause of death? Choking on excessive buttered popcorn and blue Coke.

At the end of the day, Percy knew it was all for the freebies.

Logically, he got it.

But that didn’t stop the irrational rage whenever he saw you two act like a couple.

It looked too good. Too natural.

Like you were actually in love and not just two chaotic demigods scamming capitalism.

So, eventually, like a normal human being? He snaps.

"Are you SERIOUS? AGAIN?" He practically yells during another fake dating stunt.

Everyone stops. You and Jason blink.

Percy throws his hands in the air. "Oh my gods, just date Jason already if you love scamming the universe so much!"

You tilt your head. "Or… you could just ask me out already?"

"...That's a better option. Come on, let's leave this stapler-eating nerd." Percy grabs your hand and pulls you away. "Fly home, Jason!"

"I drove us here, though?" Jason murmurs, confused.

You just laugh, intertwining your hand with his.

And Percy? He just smirks, finally tasting victory.

[pigfacedbitch]

Luke Castellan's origin villain story...

Luke: Dad, describe me in one word!

Hermes: Mistake.

Luke: [ trying not to cry ] I was going for 'favorite' but okay.

more incorrect quotes here!

[pigfacedbitch]

Second to None

summary : you may be Percy's girlfriend, but not his first choice.

word count : 0.9k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader

warning/s: angst lol, and a little cliche. never settle for fucking less, guys.

here's my masterlist! along with Part 2 and Part 3!

Note : I'm not against Percabeth, just so you know. Or Annabeth, I think she's a badass. I just thought of this and I was like "Damn, did I just hurt myself?" Blue aesthetic since the color represents sadness.

You knew what you were signing up for when Percy Jackson asked you out.

You fell in love with him despite knowing the risks.

The constant danger, the relentless quests, the whispered rumors, the pointed stares whenever you were together— none of it was enough to scare you away. He was the great hero of Olympus, the son of Poseidon who had saved the world twice and continued to do so. Of course, people talked.

And you could handle all of it.

All of it— except one thing.

Annabeth Chase.

You were new to Camp Half-Blood, but not naïve.

You knew, the moment you agreed to be his, that you were stepping into a love story written long before you came along. You weren’t a new chapter. You were just a footnote, scribbled in the margins, fighting for space in a tale that was never yours to begin with.

Even your own brother, Nico di Angelo, had warned you. Everyone did.

They had seen Percy and Annabeth’s story unfold— the rivals turned partners, the friends turned lovers, the two who walked through literal hell together and survived. The kind of love even the gods envied.

"It will only end in heartbreak."

But you ignored them all. Because when Percy pulled you into a fierce kiss after winning a game, when he whispered sweet nothings as you lay beside him, when he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world— it was easy to pretend.

Pretend you didn’t notice the silver owl pendant he kept hidden under his shirt.

Pretend you didn’t see the way his sea-green eyes softened at the mere mention of her name.

Pretend you didn’t feel the hesitation in his touch whenever she was near, or the way he always seemed to be waiting— for something, or someone.

Forget that you were never meant to be his forever. That you were just the one keeping his heart warm until she wanted it back.

And yet, you knew Percy loved you. Maybe not in the way he loves her, maybe not in the way you deserve, but in the only way he knew how.

You never doubted your own worth before. You were the daughter of Hades, powerful in your own right, admired, desired. But with Percy, doubt bloomed inside you like a slow-growing poison.

And you loathed it.

Loving Percy Jackson is your greatest blessing. And your greatest curse.

Annabeth never tried to take him back— not outright.

She didn’t need to.

She moved like the strategist she was— calculated, deliberate, patient. Weaving herself into his life in ways you couldn’t contest.

Inside jokes only they understood.

Touches that lingered just a second too long.

Shared memories and unfinished dreams that whispered, This isn’t over.

She never crossed a line.

She never had to.

Because she was Annabeth Chase. His first love. His best friend. The one who had built a world with him long before you ever arrived.

You were the outsider.

Because Annabeth never really lost Percy.

She had simply let go.

And Percy? He had never truly moved on.

So, you waited for the inevitable. Like an inmate on death row, counting down the days.

Maybe you were still hoping. Hoping he’d look at you and finally see you, not her shadow. Hoping he’d realize that you were the one here, standing beside him, loving him— not better, but differently.

Or maybe you were just a fool who enjoyed her own suffering.

Or an addict who couldn’t let go of her drug, even as it destroyed her.

Then one night, walking through the woods, finding solace in the quiet and darkness, you heard them.

Percy and Annabeth. Sitting on a log beneath the stars, wrapped in the weight of a history you could never rewrite.

"Do you ever think of what could’ve been?" She whispered.

Your breath caught in your throat.

"All the time." Percy admitted, after a long silence. "Annabeth, you know I’ll always—"

She moved closer. Too close. Her fingers brushed against his wrist, and you felt the chill of inevitability run down your spine.

"If I asked for a second chance..." She breathed. "Would you give it?"

You braced for the pain of hearing him say yes, for the final dagger to be driven into your heart.

But he hesitated.

Perseus Jackson, who never think twice in the face of death, hesitated.

Annabeth didn’t.

Before he could answer, she leaned in, claiming a kiss that had always been hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck like they belonged there.

"Choose me, Percy." She whispered against his lips. "You know it’s always been me. Be with me again."

You turned away before he could kiss her back.

You didn’t need to hear his answer.

You already knew it.

Shadow-traveling to your cabin, you threw a few things into a bag. Nico wasn’t there— probably off with Will— and you were grateful. You weren’t in the mood for questions.

You couldn’t stay long enough for Percy to look at you with guilt-ridden eyes and tell you what you already know.

So you left a note on his nightstand.

"I wish you and Annabeth the best. Don’t let her go this time."

Some might call you a coward for walking away.

But you didn’t care.

Percy had made his choice.

And now, you had made yours.

[pigfacedbitch]

(Y/N): [ a daughter of Poseidon who's being flirted on by everyone ] How did you ask them to leave me alone? It worked.

Percy: You just gotta ask nicely, my little bundle of joy.

Annabeth: You threatened them, didn't you?

Percy: No! I asked nicely with the Riptide in my hand and the entire water from the river with the other.

(Y/N) & Annabeth: ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ

Percy: [ smiling shyly ] Mrs. O'Leary was behind me as well.

Annabeth: Percy!

Percy: [ pouts ] Hey, I said please!

more incorrect quotes here!