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leo Valdez the type of guy to shut off your chromebook and then run away when he likes you

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Stop I love this so much

jus thinkin about child of aphrodite!reader testing out her lipsticks by kissing percy all over his face, grumbling when she cant find the right shade. of course, percy wouldnt tell her that she wouldnt find the right shade because of their different skin tones… who was he to deny the girl??

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They're in a long distance relationship I fret

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I just need cocky Luke who likes to steal kisses from a reader who always wears red lipstick and since its the holiday maybe even tricking them to catch them under a mistletoe

Red Lipstick and Mistletoes - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Hii! I'm a little late to this since Christmas is over but I thought it was still cute♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊At Camp Half-Blood, the holidays are never boring, especially with Luke Castellan around. Between the mistletoe, his annoying smirks, and stealing kisses that mess up your lipstick, he always seems to find a way to keep things interesting. ✧. ┊

Camp Half-Blood was a strange kind of quiet in winter. The usual chaos of sword fights and cabin rivalries had been replaced by garlands, strings of twinkling lights, and the occasional burst of laughter from the pavilion. It was peaceful—mostly. Peaceful, until Luke Castellan decided to appear.

“Still with the dark red?” his voice came from behind you, smooth and teasing.

You turned, already knowing who it was. Luke stood a few feet away, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, his blond hair catching the light from the cabin windows. His eyes, bright and sharp, flicked to your lips.

“What about it?” you asked, brushing a stray pine needle off your jacket.

“Nothing,” he said, strolling closer, that crooked smile firmly in place. “It’s just... bold. Makes a guy wonder.”

“Wonder what?” you challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Luke stopped just short of your space, leaning slightly closer. “How smudge-proof it really is.”

Your lips parted in surprise, but before you could fire back, he leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth—a quick, deliberate brush of his lips against yours. By the time you blinked, he’d already stepped back, his grin downright smug.

“Not smudge-proof,” he said, tilting his head like he was studying a masterpiece. “Good to know.”

Your hand flew to your cheek, and sure enough, there was a faint streak of red. You glared at him, heat rising to your face. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Maybe,” he said, casually swiping his thumb over his own lips to wipe away the evidence. “But you didn’t stop me.”

You told yourself you wouldn’t let it happen again. And for most of the night, you managed to steer clear of him. Until, of course, you didn’t.

You were on your way to grab cider when you spotted him by the campfire, leaning casually against the pavilion post. His head tipped back slightly as he stared up at the sprig of mistletoe hanging overhead.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, marching up to him.

Luke’s gaze shifted, locking on you immediately. That infuriating smirk spread across his face. “Hey, I didn’t hang it. I’m just standing here, minding my own business.”

“Minding your own business under mistletoe?” you shot back, crossing your arms.

“Fate’s weird like that,” he said, his tone light but his eyes sharp, watching you like he was daring you to come closer.

You told yourself not to fall for it. You told yourself to turn around, walk away—but your feet didn’t listen.

“Fine,” you said, stepping closer. “Let’s get this over with.”

Luke’s grin softened, just enough to make your breath hitch. “I don’t know why you’re acting like you hate this.”

“Because I do,” you lied, your heart pounding as he leaned in.

This kiss wasn’t quick, or stolen. His lips pressed to yours fully this time, warm and deliberate, his hand brushing the curve of your jaw. You were vaguely aware of your lipstick smudging, but the way his thumb grazed your cheek and the soft hum he made against your mouth made it hard to care.

When he pulled back, you barely had time to catch your breath before he looked at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yup,” he said, his voice low. “Definitely not smudge-proof.”

You groaned, wiping at your mouth, but it only smeared the dark red further. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re gorgeous,” he said, swiping a finger along the edge of his own lips to show off the faint streak of red he’d stolen. “Might need to start wearing it myself.”

You glared at him, but it lacked any real heat. “One of these days, Luke...”

“Yeah, yeah,” he interrupted, grinning as he backed away. “Let me know when you want to test it again.”

You turned toward the cider table, muttering under your breath, but you couldn’t hide the tiny smile tugging at your lips—or the way your heart fluttered at the memory of his.

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I need a boyfriend so bad it's not even funny anymore (preferably Percy Jackson but at this point I'll take anyone)

this is actually so real like this isn’t even fair 💔💔

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leo valdez is one of those guys that’ll take ur panties off with his teeth because he thinks it’s funny

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hii i got a request for a luke castellan fic🤭

so i thought of it the other day.. what if its during a capture the flag game but reader and luke get carried away with yk.. making out or smth and they get caught !

do what you want with it, i just thought it could be cute😊

Friends With Benefits - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Stoppp I love this so much♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊You and Luke have always been close friends, but lately, things have been a little… complicated. You're not quite dating, but you're not just friends either. Stolen kisses here and there, moments where the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. ✧. ┊

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. You were supposed to be patrolling—Luke was supposed to be patrolling—but instead, you were backed against the rough bark of a tree, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent your thoughts spiraling into chaos.

“Luke,” you mumbled between kisses, though you made no effort to stop him. “We’re going to get caught.”

He pulled back slightly, his face so close that his breath warmed your skin. His smirk was maddeningly cocky, the kind that made you simultaneously want to shove him and kiss him again. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and full of amusement. “You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough,” you shot back, your hands resting awkwardly on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Luke just chuckled, leaning in again, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before moving to trail down your jaw. “It’s adorable how you think anyone’s paying attention to us right now.”

You were about to retort when—

“Luke Castellan.”

The sharp voice cut through the quiet of the woods like a blade. Your head snapped toward the source of the sound, and your stomach dropped. Annabeth.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed and a look of utter disbelief etched on her face. For once, her calculating gaze wasn’t directed at some strategic move in Capture the Flag—it was pinned squarely on the two of you.

“Oh gods,” you muttered under your breath, stepping away from Luke so fast you nearly tripped over a root.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He leaned casually against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and gave Annabeth his most infuriating grin. “Hey, Annabeth,” he said, as if she’d just caught him skipping chores and not...well, this.

“‘Hey, Annabeth?’” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. Her eyes flicked between you and Luke, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like secondhand embarrassment. “What the hell was that?”

You opened your mouth to explain—or maybe apologize—but no sound came out. Your face was burning so hot you were sure it could rival Apollo’s chariot.

“We were just...uh...” Luke began, his grin widening as he glanced at you.

“Don’t,” Annabeth interrupted, holding up a hand. “Don’t even try to explain.”

Luke shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, if you insist.”

“Luke!” you hissed, swatting his arm.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m not lying. She told me not to explain.”

Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe this. You two are supposed to be best friends.”

“We are,” Luke said, the casual tone in his voice almost convincing.

“Best friends don’t...” Annabeth gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly at a loss for words.

You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. “This isn’t—it’s not—”

“Not what it looked like?” Annabeth supplied, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Luke, ever the opportunist, slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Come on, Annabeth,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “Can’t two best friends share a kiss now and then without it being a big deal?”

“No!” Annabeth snapped, her face incredulous. “No, they can’t!”

“Well,” Luke said, his smirk practically glowing in the dark, “guess we missed the memo.”

Annabeth threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re both unbelievable.” She turned on her heel and stalked back toward the creek, muttering something about idiocy and never being able to unsee things.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Luke, your jaw dropping. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he said, his expression far too pleased with himself. “That went better than I expected.”

“Better?” you repeated, your voice a mix of disbelief and mortification. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”

“Probably not,” Luke agreed, his grin softening into something almost fond as he looked at you. “But hey, at least now you know what you're dealing with.”

“And what exactly am dealing with?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Luke’s gaze flicked briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “A best friend who doesn’t play by the rules.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed.

You shoved him lightly, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the direction of the creek. “Let’s actually do our job before we get caught again.”

“Whatever you say, best friend,” he said, his laughter echoing through the trees as he followed you.

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Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve been kinda inactive and haven’t posed anything in a while. This weeks been crazy. But promise I have lots of great fics coming out soon! In the meantime send more requests!! Love you xxx

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Unpopular opinion the PJO Series is not an accurate adaptation of the books and will never be as good as the books. Don’t get me wrong it’s a good series on its own but it just does not do the books justice and just honestly does not feel the same as the books do. (btw this has nothing to do with walker or leah I love them both and they both act very well they are just not the same as book Percy and annabeth in my opinion)

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I love Percy Jackson so much it physically hurts

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Would you please post another part of condescending kisses and just that dynamic

∘°∘♡∘° Glad you liked it! Heres a part 2! :)♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊Sparring with Percy Jackson was never fair. Between his teasing smirks and habit of treating you like you were made of glass, it was impossible not to get frustrated—and he knew exactly how to use that against you. ✧. ┊

part 1

It was always the same with Percy Jackson. No matter how many times you trained together, no matter how many monsters you fought off, he acted like you were the most delicate thing on the planet. Half the time, you wondered if he even realized how patronizing he was—or maybe he did, and he just enjoyed driving you up the wall.

Today was no different.

“Careful with that sword,” Percy called lazily as you sparred with a dummy, leaning against a nearby tree with his arms crossed. His sea-green eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re gonna hurt yourself, kiddo.”

Your swing faltered as you turned to glare at him. “Stop calling me that!”

“What?” Percy pushed off the tree and strolled over with a grin that was far too smug for his own good. “Kiddo? I mean, it fits, doesn’t it? You’re small, and you’ve got that pouty face thing going on right now.”

You huffed and turned back to the dummy, trying to ignore him. He just loved to get under your skin. It was like his favorite hobby.

“Hey, don’t ignore me,” he teased, stepping closer and ruffling your hair.

You smacked his hand away, spinning around to face him. “Stop! I’m not a child, Percy!”

He just laughed, completely unbothered. “You’re acting like one.”

“Ugh!” You planted your hands on your hips, glaring up at him. He was insufferable—tall and smug and always two steps ahead of you. And somehow, the way he looked down at you, like he thought every little thing you did was adorable, made it ten times worse.

“Relax,” Percy said, clearly fighting back a chuckle as he crouched to pick up your weapon, which you’d dropped in your frustration. He straightened up and held it out to you, smiling like he thought this whole thing was cute. “Come on. Let’s try again. Maybe this time, you won’t trip over your own feet.”

“I wasn’t—” You bit back the words, realizing there was no point in arguing with him. He wasn’t listening anyway.

Percy tilted his head, mock-concern on his face. “Are you getting mad? I can’t tell. You’re too cute when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered,” you muttered through gritted teeth.

“Sure you’re not,” he said, voice dripping with condescension as he tapped the tip of your sword against your boot. “Come on, show me what you’ve got. I’ll go easy on you. Real easy.”

Your jaw clenched. Oh, he loved this. Loved the way he could rile you up without even trying. You’d caught him grinning to himself a million times during moments like this, like watching you get frustrated was his personal form of entertainment.

You lunged at him with the sword, hoping to wipe that smug grin off his face, but Percy dodged with ease. He sidestepped, twisting around you until you stumbled forward into his chest.

“Whoa there,” he said, catching you in a hug, one arm wrapping securely around your back while his other hand smoothed down your hair like you were a child. “Careful. We don’t want you getting hurt.”

His tone was light, teasing, but you could feel the smugness radiating off him like heat. You wriggled against him, your cheeks flushing red as his hand stroked your hair condescendingly.

“Percy!” you snapped, pushing at his chest.

He only laughed, holding you a second longer before letting go. “What? You practically threw yourself at me. I couldn’t let you fall.”

“You’re impossible,” you grumbled, spinning around to glare at him again.

Percy just smirked, leaning down to squish your cheeks between his hands. “You’re too easy to mess with. I swear, it’s like my favorite part of training.”

You swatted at him again, face burning. “Stop that!”

“Make me,” he teased, his face far too close now, his sea-green eyes holding that same infuriating glint. Before you could think of a retort, he leaned in and kissed you, effectively silencing whatever protest was about to come out of your mouth.

The kiss was soft but deliberate, and it took you completely by surprise. It wasn’t until he pulled back, still grinning like he’d just won some impossible battle, that you managed to find your voice again.

“You can’t just—just kiss me to shut me up!” you sputtered, though it lacked any real anger.

“Worked, didn’t it?” Percy grinned, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek before stepping back. “You’re cute when you’re mad. Can’t help it.”

“Percy!”

“What?” He looked at you innocently, though his laughter was anything but. “You love me, don’t even lie.”

You glared at him, even as your face heated up. “You’re the worst.”

He chuckled, stepping forward to catch you in another quick hug, tucking your head against his chest for a moment. His hand moved to stroke your hair again, this time softer, more affectionate. “Sure, but I’m your worst,” he murmured.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pushing away, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Percy leaned back with that smug grin still plastered across his face. “Come on, kiddo. I’ll let you take another swing. Maybe you’ll actually land one this time.”

“I swear to the gods, I hate you,” you grumbled, trying to mask the warmth in your cheeks as he picked up his own sword.

“You love me,” Percy shot back over his shoulder, his voice full of that same insufferable confidence.

And the worst part? You didn’t even bother denying it.

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hey do you write luke fics if not idk but could you write one inspired by imgonnagetyouback by taylor swift especially the lyrics ;

Whether I'm gonna flip you off or Pull you into the closet I haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back

if not u could change it to someone you do write for

byeeeee

Get You Back - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Hii! I don't know if it fits what you wanted well, but I tried my best! :)♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊Luke Castellan was infuriating. One day, he acted like you didn’t exist—cold, distant, untouchable. The next, he had you cornered, all charm and smirks, like you were the only thing on his mind. It drove you insane, and yet somehow, you couldn’t pull away. Because when Luke decided he wanted you, resisting was impossible. ✧. ┊

You hated him. You really did.

At least, that’s what you’d been telling yourself for the past week.

Luke Castellan had a way of driving you insane. He’d made himself scarce for days—no sly remarks, no flirtatious smirks, no anything. Just silence. Like you didn’t even exist. And the worst part? He made it look easy.

You’d see him laughing with his friends at the dining pavilion, walking past you at camp without so much as a glance. If you tried to talk to him? He brushed you off with a casual shrug and a dismissive, “Not now.” Like you were nothing to him.

And yet, here he was. Today was different.

You’d barely made it past the weapons shed when a hand reached out, tugging you by the wrist and pulling you around a corner. “What the hell—”

“Missed me?”

Your heart stuttered. Luke.

He was leaning against the wall like he owned it, that infuriating smirk stretched across his face as though the last week hadn’t happened. His blue eyes were sharp, piercing you in place with that frustrating, unreadable look of his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you scoffed, trying to tug your arm free. “Get lost, Luke. I’m not doing this with you.”

But he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled you closer, a little too close, his fingers trailing down from your wrist to your palm. You shivered at the contact, hating yourself for it.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teased softly, his voice dangerously smooth. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You’ve been avoiding me? You stared at him in disbelief, anger bubbling up in your chest. “Oh, I’ve been avoiding you? Are you kidding me?”

He tilted his head, that smug look still plastered on his face. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t like the quiet.”

You glared at him, the weight of the past week crashing down all at once. “You ignored me for days, Luke. Pretended I didn’t exist. Now you’re suddenly… what? Trying to be all charming again?”

His smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened, like he enjoyed hearing you say it. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Maybe I was testing you,” he said, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. You smacked his hand away, but it didn’t faze him. “Wanted to see how long you could last without me.”

Your cheeks burned. “You’re such an ass.”

“And you love it,” he shot back smoothly.

Before you could respond, Luke moved closer, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of campfire smoke on him. His hand brushed against your jaw, his fingers soft but deliberate as they tilted your face up to his.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something softer, something more dangerous, “you look cute when you’re mad.”

“Luke—”

“You missed me,” he said, cutting you off. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. His confidence was unbearable. “You can’t even deny it.”

You wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, he leaned in, his lips just barely grazing your ear as he spoke. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been waiting for this. For me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, all you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeat. You hated that he was right. You hated the way he played with you—one day cold, the next pulling you back in like you were his favorite toy.

“I hate you,” you whispered, though it didn’t sound convincing even to your own ears.

Luke pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, that smug grin still firmly in place. “No, you don’t,” he said quietly. “You hate that you can’t stay mad at me.”

And then, before you could stop him, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow, calculated, but it wasn’t gentle. It was Luke staking his claim, reminding you that no matter how much you tried to pull away, he owned you. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and the worst part? You didn’t fight him.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your chest rising and falling quickly. He stayed close, his forehead brushing against yours, that damn smirk back in place.

“See?” he murmured, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “I knew you’d come around.”

You stared at him, still reeling from everything. “You’re impossible.”

Luke only grinned wider, pressing a kiss to your forehead before stepping back, releasing you. “And yet, you’re still here,” he said. “I’ll see you later, babe.”

And just like that, he was gone.

You were left standing there, heart racing, cheeks flushed, and brain spinning. Because he was right. You couldn’t stay mad at him, no matter how hard you tried.

And the worst part? He knew it.

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Christmas in New York - Percy Jackson

∘°∘♡∘° Based of this request. Thanks! I've been loving all the Christmas with Percy fics. I don't know much about New York so don't fact check me♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊Spending Christmas with Percy’s family wasn’t something you were nervous about—it was Percy’s family, after all—but you didn’t expect how easy it would be to feel at home. Between Sally’s over-the-top decorations and Paul’s nonstop dad jokes, it was a lot, but in the best way. ✧. ┊

You stepped into the Jacksons' apartment, and immediately, the warmth of the space wrapped around you. Christmas lights twinkled from every corner, and the smell of freshly baked cookies made your stomach rumble. The soft hum of holiday tunes played in the background, and the view from the window showed the snowy streets of New York—pure holiday magic.

Percy nudged the door open with his foot, carrying bags in both hands. "Guess we made it," he said with a grin, holding his hand out to you. Smiling up at him as you took his hand and stepped inside.

“Mom!” Percy called out. A moment later, Sally appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, and her face lit up when she saw you.

“Y/N! So happy you could make it.” Sally pulled you into a warm hug before you even had a chance to put your bag down. “You’re just in time for dinner, dear. Come on in!”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks for having me, Sally.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome,” she said, ushering you into the living room where Paul was setting up Estelle to play with a new toy.

“Hi, Y/N,” Paul said with a grin, handing Estelle over to Percy. She immediately giggled, reaching for his hair. Percy took her in his arms, looking effortlessly at ease as she tugged on his curls.

Percy scooped her up with practiced ease, laughing as she tugged at his hair. You stood back, watching him make silly faces at her, and your heart did that annoying little flutter it always did when he was being soft.

“You’re spoiling her,” Percy teased, giving Estelle a playful look. She giggled again, making Percy chuckle.

You watched them, your heart melting a little. He always had a soft spot for Estelle. He was just... so good with her.

“You’re practically family now,” Paul said as he pulled out a chair at the table for you. “And this one,” he nodded toward Percy, “has been talking nonstop about you. What’s it been, like a year now?”

“Not that long, Paul,” Percy groaned, turning a little red.

“Well, it feels like you’ve been inseparable since day one,” Paul said, chuckling.

Sally smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re here.”

Dinner was lively, and you found yourself laughing as Sally told stories from when he was younger. Percy tried to hide his embarrassment, but you could see the faint blush on his cheeks as they teased him about his childhood crush on a stuffed animal.

“I was four!” he argued, but his Sally wasn’t letting him off the hook.

“You told me you were gonna marry it,” Sally teased, making everyone laugh.

“Seriously, mom,” Percy muttered, looking at you. “This is what I get for bringing you here.”

You grinned at him, nudging his side. “I think it’s cute. You were a soft little kid.”

He shot you a playful look, his eyes twinkling. “You’re not supposed to say that out loud.”

After dinner, you all gathered around the fireplace. Percy, always ready to poke fun, grabbed a small blanket and threw it around you and Estelle, wrapping you both up in it like a little burrito. You laughed, feeling cozy and completely at ease with his family.

Later, after dinner had settled down and everyone was enjoying their time, Percy pulled you to the door. “Wanna go for a walk?” he asked, his voice a little softer, like he was trying to steal you away for some alone time.

“Sure,” you said, unable to resist his charm.

“Okay, one sec,” Percy grabbed your coat and helped you slip it on, a little too close for comfort. You caught his smirk, the kind he always wore when he knew he had your full attention.

The cold air hit you both as you stepped outside into the quiet New York night. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, coating the sidewalks and rooftops. The streets were still, and the usual city chaos felt distant, almost like another world.

“So, what now?” you asked, as Percy wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to keep you warm.

He grinned, looking around. “How about we go see the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center? I mean, you’re in New York—gotta do it.”

You laughed, nodding. “Fair enough. It’s a must.”

As you walked hand-in-hand through the streets, you couldn’t help but feel like you were living in one of those holiday movies. The twinkling lights, the soft sound of Christmas music from nearby stores, and the warmth of Percy by your side.

“You know, you’re a little cheesy for suggesting the tree,” you teased him.

Percy looked at you with that signature mischievous grin. “I’m allowed one cheesy moment.”

You both reached the tree, standing under its towering branches, the lights sparkling above you. Percy pulled you close for a picture, one arm wrapped around you as he snapped a quick shot with his phone.

“Perfect,” he said, looking at the picture before leaning in to kiss the side of your head. You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“We look cute together,” you said, giving him a teasing look.

He raised an eyebrow. “I know. The best couple in New York, right?”

“Obviously.”

He looked down at you, his smile softening. “I’m glad you’re here. I can’t imagine spending Christmas without you.”

You felt your heart melt a little, warmth spreading in your chest. “Same here.”

Percy leaned in and kissed your forehead softly, his lips lingering just a little longer than usual. You leaned into him, feeling the comfort and safety of being in his arms.

Later, you both made your way back to the apartment, the night still young, the city lights casting a soft glow on the snowy streets. Percy’s arm stayed around your shoulders, keeping you close, keeping you safe.

“Hot chocolate?” he asked, giving you that playful grin again.

“Always,” you laughed, leaning into him as you entered the warmth of his home.

After a few sips of hot cocoa, he pulled you in closer, resting his chin on top of your head as the two of you cuddled up.

Percy glanced over at the Christmas tree and then back at you. “You know, we should probably finish decorating it.”

You smiled at him, eyes twinkling. “Right. I mean, I’m not sure if it’s Christmas until the star goes on top.”

Percy grinned, his playful nature shining through. “Well, in that case, I’ve got the perfect solution.” He leaned forward, taking your hand, and before you could ask what he meant, he gently lifted you into his arms, holding you close.

“Percy, what—” you laughed, your words cut off as he carefully placed you on his shoulder, steadying you. You could feel the heat of his hands on your legs, and despite your surprise, you couldn’t help but smile at the effort he was putting into this.

“Let’s finish this tree, huh?” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You laughed, holding onto his hands that hold you as he effortlessly stood, lifting you so that you could reach the top of the tree. As you placed the star on top, you felt a sense of warmth spread through you—not just from the fire, but from being in his arms like this.

He placed you back down on your feet, Percy smiles at you. “Perfect.”

“Yeah, I think it’s pretty perfect,” you said softly, catching your breath. You kissed him on the cheek as he steadied you.

As you both sat down on the couch to enjoy the final touches of your evening together, Percy pulled you closer again, running his fingers through your hair. "I’m glad we’re here," he whispered, his voice soft but full of affection.

“Me too,” you replied, leaning into his side as the sound of the crackling fire filled the background, the glow of the tree’s lights casting a soft, romantic light over everything.

And just like that, Christmas in New York was perfect. Not because of the lights, or the tree, or the city—it was perfect because you were with Percy, and nothing could top that.

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[starrydali]

hii i love your writing could you do fic where percy takes reader home with him to spend christmas in new york with sally and the fam?

hiii I love this. I love the reader going home with Percy scenarios sooo much! Posted! <3

[starrydali]

If I were to start to write for other fandoms alongside Percy Jackson (obx, sturniolo triplets, etc) would anyone read it? And if yes which fandoms? Also should I start writing smut?