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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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The way I know Leo Valdez identifies to this song!!!

Okay maybe it’s my image of him, but he connonically has a criminal record, and knowing how he is a dark skined Latino with no parental figure I am 99% he has experience with substance.

And he has been using since he was very young. He probably felt like he had no future so he’d skip class and go to every party invited or not.

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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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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

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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?

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I’ve said this before in an ask but Nico and Jason have wildly different definitions of “glow in the dark-boyfriend” and it amuses me to no end

Because obviously Will can start glowing like a lamp which is convenient and not in any way inherently dangerous so no warning is needed and Nico doesn’t need to let go of his hand or anything when he does it

But then Leo will go “oh hey I can do that too”, lets go of Jason’s hand and just lights himself on fire without warning

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do yall think there is a universe where Jason was given to one direction instead of the wolves

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how life feels when i finally have a crush again ✨🐬🌈🩷

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hii! i love your writing and i was hoping you could write something about reader receiving negative comments by other campers? and Percy protecting them and reassuring them? thank youuu

∘°∘♡∘° Hiii! Thanks so much! Here I tried my best with it! ♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊Percy Jackson hated seeing you upset. You’d been trying to brush off the comments from the other campers, but he could see right through your act. He always could. The way you tried to act like it didn’t bother you only made him more determined to make it all better. ✧. ┊ 

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You sat at the edge of the training field, trying to act like everything was fine. But the whispers from earlier still played in your head. It wasn’t just the usual teasing—it was meaner. People had been saying you didn’t belong, that you were only here because of who your parent was, not because of what you could do.

It wasn’t true, but hearing it still hurt.

Percy came up beside you, plopping down without a word, then nudged you with his elbow. “Hey, sweetheart. You good?”

You forced a smile. “Yeah, just tired.”

Percy didn’t look convinced. “You sure? You look kinda… off.”

You sighed, not wanting to admit how much it bothered you. “It’s nothing, really.”

Percy was having none of it. “Bull. I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s bothering you.”

You hesitated, then gave in. “Some of the campers were talking, saying… I don’t really belong here. That I’m just here for my looks.”

Percy’s expression immediately changed to something serious. “What? That’s total crap. You belong here more than anyone.”

You looked at him, feeling a little better, but still unsure. “It doesn’t really matter. It just… stings.”

Percy shifted, his tone softening. “Come here.” He pulled you into his arms, not letting you pull away. His hand moved to the back of your head, gently rubbing your scalp in slow, soothing circles.

You rested your cheek against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him. His embrace was comforting, like he was just trying to make everything feel safe again.

He spoke again, voice quiet but firm. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You nodded into his chest, letting his words sink in. His thumb continued to trace small circles on your scalp, making you feel calmer by the second. “I just don’t get why people are like that. You’re one of the strongest people I know. Don’t let them get to you.”

You smiled softly, feeling the tension leave your body. “I know. But it still sucks.”

Percy gently pulled back, his hands cupping your face as he made you look up at him. “You’re so strong, Y/n. You don’t need to worry about them.”

You met his gaze, and he gave you a small, reassuring smile. “And, hey, if anyone else says anything, just tell me. I’ll handle them.”

You raised an eyebrow smiling a little. “You? Handle them?”

He shrugged, looking completely unbothered. “I’m Percy Jackson. Who else is gonna stand up to them? I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m pretty sure I can handle it too.”

“I know you can, kid.” He gave you a teasing grin. “But I’ll always be here if you need backup.”

He leaned in, kissing your forehead lightly. “And now you owe me a kiss for being so nice.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I’ll kiss you, but only because you’re being a sap.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Percy said, his grin turning into something more playful. “Now, how about that kiss kid?”

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his for a quick but tender kiss. Percy smiled against your lips and pulled away just enough to look at you. “See? I knew you’d come around.”

You shook your head, laughing lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, his voice softening, “but you love me anyway.”

And as much as those campers’ words had hurt, with Percy holding you, making you feel like everything would be okay, they didn’t seem as important anymore.

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Condescending Kisses - Percy Jackson

｡･:*˚:✧｡✧. ┊ Percy Jackson never takes you seriously. Every time you try to talk, he interrupts with teasing laughs, ruffling your hair, and kisses that leave you frustrated—yet fluttering with butterflies. It stings a little, he’s treating you like a kid, but his kisses always make it hard to stay mad. No matter how much you wish he'd listen, you can't help but melt every time he pulls you in. ┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ °

part 2

You’re sitting next to Percy, trying to talk about something—anything—other than his teasing for once. You take a deep breath, straighten your posture, and prepare yourself to be serious for at least five seconds.

"So, I've been thinking…" you start, your voice a little quieter than usual, hoping to get through your point.

Percy turns to you with a wide grin, clearly already knowing where this is going. "Oh no," he says, dramatically placing his hand over his heart, "you're thinking? Are you sure you're ready for that? You look a little—" He taps his chin, pretending to think, "—overwhelmed, sweet thing."

You frown, ignoring his antics. “Percy, I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about how—”

“Mmhm, yeah, sure you are,” he interrupts, leaning in way too close for comfort, his eyes full of teasing. "I’m gonna let you finish, but just know, the longer you talk, the cuter you look when you're all flustered." He reaches over, ruffling your hair like you’re a little kid. “You really don’t think you’re fooling anyone with that serious look, do you kid?”

You pull back, your face already pink from the teasing, but you try to push through. “Percy—”

Another ruffle of your hair. "C'mon, don't get mad at me. You're so cute when you're trying to be all serious. It’s like watching a puppy trying to act tough." He grins amused by you

You huff, trying to make your voice steady. “I’m not trying to act tough, Percy. I’m just saying—”

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He presses a quick kiss to the top of your head, cutting you off entirely. "Let me guess, you're about to tell me something that sounds all important, right little girl?" He leans back with an exaggerated sigh, tapping his chin. "I’m all ears."

“Can you just let me talk for once?” you ask, crossing your arms. You’re not sure if you should be mad or flustered at this point, but it’s clear that he’s enjoying every second of your reaction.

"Oh, I’m sorry, were you saying something honey?" Percy says, acting like he just realized you were still there. “I was too distracted by how cute you look when you're all serious.” He brushes a finger across your cheek, making your face heat up even more. "Aw, don’t get all shy on me now, babe. You're too cute when you're flustered. I can’t help myself."

You pull your hair back behind your ear in frustration. "This isn’t funny, Percy. I’m trying to—"

Before you can finish, Percy leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, slow and teasing, lingering just long enough to make you forget what you were saying.

When he pulls away, you try to gather your thoughts, but it’s hard with his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them like he’s calming you down. "So, sweet girl, I was listening, I swear. Go on. Tell me all about your… serious thoughts." His voice is dripping with mock sweetness, his smile making it clear that he finds your struggle utterly adorable.

You can’t help but groan in frustration. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m impossible?” Percy says, barely holding in a laugh. “You’re the one who’s trying to act all serious while I’m sitting here, looking at you like this.” He places his hand on your chin, tilting your head up toward him as if he’s some kind of king and you’re his subject. “You look like you’re about to spill your most important secrets, but really? You just want me to kiss you again.” He chuckles at the thought, clearly teasing.

“I do not,” you snap, cheeks burning.

“Aw, don’t be shy, darling.” He leans in again, just to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, chuckling at your reaction. “It’s cute when you try to act all serious, but we both know what you really want.”

You push at his chest lightly, annoyed but secretly enjoying the attention. “You think everything I do is cute, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Percy smirks, ruffling your hair again. “You’re cute when you’re mad. Cute when you’re shy. Cute when you try to act all serious. Honestly, I don’t even know why you bother pretending like you’re not a walking ball of adorableness. It's impossible to take you seriously little girl.”

You stare at him, speechless, your heart pounding. “I’m not adorable.”

"Mmhm, keep telling yourself that, sweetie," he laughs, completely unconvinced. “Look at you! You’re all flustered and mad, but you’re still sitting here, talking to me. I’m gonna get you to admit it eventually, babe."

Before you can snap back, he pulls you in for another kiss, this one longer than before, and you can’t even bring yourself to pull away. He always knows exactly how to make you forget whatever serious thing you were trying to say.

“You’re so cute,” he whispers against your lips, laughing softly as he pulls back. “And I’ll never take you seriously kid, you know that, right?”

You groan in frustration, burying your face in your hands. "I hate you."

Percy just laughs again, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “You can’t hate me, babe. I’m way too hot for that.”

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Leo: hey pretty princess

Jason: are you talking to me?

Leo: are there any other pretty princess around?

Percy: me but yk continue

Percy: sorry did I ruin the moment