#&(Percy Jackson)

[lilislegacy]

it’s funny because piper may give percy a hard time, and she definitely teases annabeth for dating him and calls him a doofus. but i just know that if it came down to it, piper would be one of the loudest defenders of their relationship. like if a guy ever thinks he’s better for annabeth than percy, i know damn well piper’s gonna put him in his fucking place.

because piper knows without a doubt in her mind that nobody will love and take care of annabeth the way percy does.

[aficionadoenthusiast]

jason's 13 years at the super disciplined camp and several years as a leader of said camp mean it is very unlikely that he is any shade of feral, except for maybe a few minor idiosyncracies that all camp jupiter kids have because they all spent time at the wolf house, but since they all have these traits, they might be considered cultural rather than feral. however, annabeth chase, who was famously left alone until she was seven and was raised by an ancient greek horse man that used to live alone on a mountain, a barely sober god of mental illness, several other mythical beings based on animals, and approximately 37 different traumatized, exhausted, and desperate teenagers at an unregulated summer camp where she learned how to be scary by studying greek monsters, would definitely be somewhere near feral.

[xoxochb]

ok can i pretty pls get percy with a daughter of zeus and theyll be like cuddling, post sex, and percy just brings up the fact that theyre cousins (technically its not freaky because gods dont have DNA) but like hes just a fucking weirdo and this has been in my mind.

help he’s so fucking…

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his finger runs up and down your spine, tracing and memorizing the feel of your skin beneath his hands. it’s silent in the cabin, too freakishly silent for normal.

but as you presume it’s never silent for long when percy is with you. especially when he begins using his brain.

“do you know— technically, we’re cousins?”

you open your mouth and then close it. your brows furrow and you turn your head up to percy who looks down at you expectantly.

“what?!”

“what?” he replies defensively. “I’m just stating the facts here.”

“yeah, but- you— seriously, perce?”

his palm sprawls flat along your back now, stopping its repeated motions. “‘course I’m serious, sweet girl.”

“you can’t be.” you sit up, crossing your legs, clutching the blankets to cover your bare front. you turn to the side to still see percy. “we literally, not even fifteen minutes ago, we’re having sex, and you’re bringing up the fact that we’re cousins?”

with your back now to him he re-begins his movements along your spine. “we’re not blood related, but since your dad is zeus and my dad is poseidon then technically we’re cousins.”

you sigh and look up to the ceiling. “percy— there’s a place and a time.” you reach over and poke his head. “use that brain of yours.”

he smirks. “well I turn my brain off the second you let me shove my—”

“brain! use it!” you slap his head.

percy laughs and grabs your waist, pulling you back down onto him diligently. his hand lays against your tummy now, underneath the blankets. you take it off so you can roll over so your face is planted over his shoulder.

you take in his scent to calm yourself, the ocean, salty water, mixed with the faintest smell of his cologne and a tad of your own perfume from the long expanse of time of your mingled bodies. you tangle your legs with his own.

“I love you, perce, I do, but sometimes I wonder about you.”

he laughs and nuzzles his face into your hair. “and what exactly do you wonder about, sweet girl?” his voice holds a hint of seductiveness.

“I wonder if you’ve ever got a brain lingering in that skull!”

[forrpercyy]

Piper Piper Piper

[g0thnico]

This is how I imagine Percy in the first book

[scrrunchi]

Redraw! ;0

[loverangels]

blue and you!

pairings: percy jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: percy's favourite things in the world is blue...and of course you!

percy jackson, blue paint, and the kind of love that sticks.

it starts as a joke.

"babe, c'mon," percy says, holding up the tub of blue paint like it's a gift from olympus itself. "it’s my favorite color. we have to."

you raise an eyebrow. "have to?"

"yep. non-negotiable."

and really, how are you supposed to say no to those sea-green eyes, all wide and pleading? (you know better by now. you do. but percy jackson asking for something? dangerous territory.)

"fine," you say, crossing your arms. "but if you mess up my shirt, you owe me a new one."

he grins, already opening the paint. "deal."

he dips his hands in first, fingers disappearing into the thick, glossy blue. "oh my gods, this is so weird. it feels like pudding."

you laugh. "it’s literally just paint, percy."

"yeah, but, like... wet pudding."

you roll your eyes, but then he’s standing right in front of you, palms dripping, a grin tugging at his lips. "okay, stand still."

"wait, where are you—"

his hands press against your chest, right over your shirt. he’s careful at first, like he’s trying to make it perfect.

but then he looks at you, and something shifts.

"my girl," he says softly, and before you can respond, his lips are on yours, warm and insistent.

his hands are still on you—sliding, smudging the paint everywhere. blue streaks on your arms, your neck, your jaw. he’s laughing against your mouth now, giddy and unbothered.

"percy!" you pull back, gasping. "you’re getting paint everywhere!"

"so?" he shrugs, but his hands are already back on you, shameless. "blue’s a good look on you."

(when you glance down, the shirt’s an absolute mess. the handprints are smeared and uneven, and somehow there’s a streak of paint across your stomach.)

"you’re impossible."

"you’re gorgeous."

"percy."

"my bad." he kisses you again, grinning so wide you can feel it. "actually... not my bad. my very good."

and later, when the paint’s dried and your shirt’s officially ruined, you find his cheeky little note scrawled in blue marker on the hem: "property of percy jackson."

[andikilledsparky2]

nico di angelo would love this

[neo-kid-funk]

Hii, I adore your Nicercy/Percico arts, MCR songs suits them a lot in my head, especially “Demolition Lovers” 🥹🥹🥹

NAH FR THIS IS SO TRUE,,, honestly not be angsty or anything but I always associate "I don't love you" with canon Percico and it makes me hurt so bad,, but the angst feels so good 😭😭😭 idk whats wrong w me. Anyway have some Goth/ Surfer Percico art,, sorry for being angsty 😭😭

🌊☠️

[lilislegacy]

thalia: i can cause lightning

percy: so can i

thalia: okay yeah but only when you’re creating big storms, and you can’t direct it

percy: it’s still lightning

thalia:

thalia: i can cause brutal winds

percy: so can i. with storms.

thalia: i can make heavy rain

percy: so can my storms—

thalia: and thunder!

percy: you can see where i’m going with this, right?

thalia, glaring at him: fuck off, percy

percy: okay. should i take my storms full of rain, wind, thunder, and lightning with me?

thalia, rolling her eyes: i really don’t know how annabeth deals with you

percy: she likes storms

[inmyheaddd]

after midnight - percy jackson x reader

summary: percy jackson!boarding school au - its late at night and you're trying to sneak back to your dorm room. everything is going to plan, until percy jackson appears and makes a plan of his own, one that involves him being way closer to you than usual. wc: 2k

the school halls were eerily quiet as you tiptoed down the corridor, your heart pounding in your chest.

you weren't supposed to be out after curfew, but as you were reading, you looked out the window momentarily, and the stars had looked too perfect to resist sneaking up to the roof.

you were passing through the main hall now, and were just trying to get to the staircase which led to the girls dorms upstairs. you warily looked around, then you suddenly froze.

you heard footsteps behind you. just your luck— of course you were about to get caught. you were already beginning to think of excuses to tell the teacher before you turned around to look.

you turned your head slowly, pulse thrumming in your chest.

but it wasn't a teacher. in fact, you probably would've preferred it to be, because now you were face to face with none other than percy jackson.

you realised this was the first time you saw him out of his school uniform. he was wearing dark blue sweatpants, a plain white shirt that seemed to be a tiny bit too small- considering the way the sleeves hugged his biceps. somehow, his hair was even messier than usual.

percy tilted his head at you, a sleepy grin slowly stretching on his face as he realised here you were, breaking the rules.

he called out your name, "lovely seeing you here," he looked down at his arm in a way one would check their watch, except he didn't have a watch. "isn't it past your curfew?

you swallowed thickly, still not fully out of your previous stupor from your fear of being caught. "you didn't see anything. leaving now." you blurted quickly, turning around on your heels. "bye!"

you began speed walking away, but you heard percy mumble, "hold on, not so fast." as he jogged up to you.

he put a gentle hand on your shoulder to stop you, and you whipped your head around to face him.

"you know, this is really off brand for you." he tilted his head at you questioningly, his sea green eyes looking dark in the dim light of the hall. "what is it with you and breaking the rules recently?"

"im not breaking any—" you cut yourself off with a huff, because... you technically were breaking rules. "whatever, you're out too. what are you doing here?"

he held up his left pinky finger simply like it held all the explanations, and it was wrapped with bouts of bandage and had a splinter to keep it straight.

you snorted, "you're kidding."

"nope." he responded, a twinge of bitterness and sass in his voice that made you want to laugh. "i was peacefully, respectfully, might i add, minding my business in my own bed. when my buddy thought it would be funny to sit on my goddamn hand while i slept."

you bit back a smile at the way he was visibly frustrated at the story, huffing and running his other hand through his hair.

you nodded, "wow, that really sucks," you said dryly, gaze flickering from his hand to his face. "i feel so bad for you."

"is that sarcasm? ya know, i don't think my pinky will ever look the same, it was all cooked and bent and bruised." he rose his eyebrows and held up his pinky for added effect. "even the guy who did it winced when the nurse was wrapping it up. believe me, not a pretty sight."

you refrained from laughing at his dead-seriousness. "no, no, i'm being for real. that looks really bad." you said, shaking your head, but the smile you were falling to hold back said otherwise. 

you cleared your throat as you picked up on what he else said. "oh! but, at least your friend took you to the nurse after what he did."

percy frowned. "took me to the nurse?" he repeated, his eyebrows scrunched up. "oh- no, he's uh," he couldn't even finish his sentence without a low chuckle escaping his lips, "he was there for his own reasons." he ran his good hand over his jaw, humming slightly. "still there, actually.”

your eyebrows raised in shock slightly, suddenly taking real notice of the bruises on his knuckles.

you were just about to say something really smart like, 'oh!' when you both suddenly froze, eyes widening as you caught each others gaze.

you both heard footsteps from ahead, and percy didn't say anything as he quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

well he said one single word: "limp."

the proximity made you stumble over your words; you had ever even physical contact with the guy before, and now his whole arm was around you and urging you to lean your weight on him.

"what the?" you spluttered, and the fact that he smelled really good did not help your predicament.

if whoevers footsteps you were hearing belonged to a teacher, surely percy's arm around you would not help you get out of trouble. 

a girl and a guy all huddled together after curfew? thats like asking for a lifetime of detentions— as if percy didn't have enough detentions. you, on the other hand, never had any. you weren't about to let him ruin that for you.

"percy, i know how to handle-" you began to whisper-shout at him, only to cut yourself off as the footsteps got increasingly and dangerously closer.

now you had no choice, pushing him off would look equally suspicious.

you started limping.

you hoped whatever crazy plan he had pushed you two in was going to work, because what came into view was your principal.

she must've been doing the dorm checks, because she didn't look all that shocked to see the two of you in the hallway, almost as if she was specifically looking for someone to get into trouble.

your principal stopped in her tracks, posture as straight as ever and still in her work clothes, as if it wasn't 12 at night. "percy jackson," she chided, her tone sour. "past curfew, again. what's new?"

you both continued walking, well, percy helping you walk as you fake limped towards her, slightly hunched over like you were really struggling.

she didn't say anything to you, but you noticed the slight raise of her brow as she took in the way percy's arm was around you.

you heard percy take a deep, almost shuddering breath beside you, and it occurred to you he might've been nervous too- because of the teachers presence, of course.

"well, actually, mrs edwards, both of us happened to be at the nurse," he help up his other hand with his injured pinky. you watched him resist a smile then clear his throat, "and, uh, as you can see, she injured her leg. the nurse asked me to help walk her to her dorm."

mrs edwards hummed with her eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking like she considering the story, then she raised a questioning brow at you. "is this true?"

percy was covering for you? why didn’t he just let you get in trouble? wasn’t that his motive 24/7?

it was moments like these that made you question everything you thought you knew about percy jackson.

you brought yourself out of your thoughts as you nodded quickly, "yeah, unfortunately." you said with a light, hopefully convincing and natural laugh.

"you know how competitive sports gets sometimes, there's always an injury." you glanced at percy next to you, and he was already looking at you, his gaze completely focused on just you and a strange glint in his eye and a smile like he was amazed . he looked away the second you caught his eyes though.

"very well, i see." she managed a small smile at you, but it faded just as quick as it came when she looked at percy. "nevertheless, you need to get to your dorms. it is far too late." she looked both you and percy up and down. "and," she regarded you, "i hope your leg recovers soon."

"thanks mrs edwards," you managed a smile, ignoring the way you couldn't tell if your heart was beating this fast because of percy's arm around you, or almost getting into trouble. "goodnight."

you slightly nudged percy with your elbow, still awkwardly smiling at your principal.

"ow!" he quickly cleared his throat, "i mean, uh, goodnight, mrs edwards."

your principal sighed, shaking her head slightly as if she was thinking, what on earth do i do with this kid? before she finally said, "goodnight, you two."

she then walked off in the direction you two came, the click-clacking of her shoes fading off behind you as she went.

you exhaled a deep breath you hadn't realised that you were holding, you actually got away with it. you heard that the last time a group of friends were caught past curfew, they had to spend their break time cleaning up the PE changing rooms. for a month. 

that moment of relief was short lived, because you heard percy groan petulantly from beside you. "man, what about my finger?" he complained, "you had a fake injury!"

you let a giggle fall past your lips. you didn't know why, but in this moment you didn't hate percy so much. maybe it was that without all the people around, the rude teachers, gossipy students, stress surrounding academics, everything just felt easier and lighter in this quiet moment with him here.

it almost felt like talking to a friend, which was something you'd never say outloud, because, well, he annoyed you and you hated it. that was your thing: it wasn't helping out each other get out of trouble and walking with his arm wrapped around you and smiling and feeling flustered- no. you didn't get flustered, especially not at the hands of percy jackson.

"i don't think she likes you very much." you said sarcastically, fake pity painted over your features as you pressed your lips into a line.

"yeah?" he chuckled, looking at you with a slight tilt in his head, "i really don't think so either."

you smiled, glancing behind you, seeing your principals retreating figure fully gone, so you stopped limping and straightened up. "um, thanks for covering for me."

"its no biggie," he said casually, he said, his arm still wrapped around you. he realised a second later, then cleared his throat as he swiftly put his arm back at his sides. "i-my bad, sorry."

you hoped he couldn't see the flush of "its fine, percy." you said with a near nervous laugh, but you prayed it came off as casual. "chill."

he shot you a bashful smile, but it quickly turned playful after he looked you up and down. "uh, you know, since i did you a favor, that technically means you owe me big time now." he said half jokingly, "so, that means i can copy off of you in tests, like, for life, right?

"of course you'd ruin the moment like that." you debated shoving him as you huffed a laugh, not missing the way percy's gaze stayed fixed on you as you smiled. "no, you can’t copy off of me, idiot."

his grin widened, stepping a little closer to you as you continued waking side by side.

"are you saying that there was a moment to ruin?"

your eyes widened, keenly aware of his closeness which made it almost impossible

"wha- no! there was no moment. i was just-" you cut yourself off, seeing that glint in his eye that told you he was trying to get you to stumble like this. "goodness, you are so annoying.”

"i do try." he shot you a grin and you rolled your eyes, which felt natural, like what you always did.

what wasn't natural though, was the smile you fought back and the urge you felt to look at him once again and see that grin of his. 

what was happening to you?

you sighed, finally choosing to shove him little to which he only laughed at. "its definitely working, i'll tell you that much." you muttered, which was probably the wrong thing to say, because you got a feeling he'd only annoy you tenfold more now.

you were 10 steps away from the door that held the the staircase that led to your dorms. on said door, there was a big poster decorated by the girls in your block. ''girls dormiotes. no boys!'' written in bold, underlined in red.

''you know, maybe i should walk you to your dorm.'' percy suggested, scratching the back of his neck. ''can’t have you tripping over yourself, i mean your leg injury was pretty serious.”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “you wanna walk me to the girls’ dorms? i’m good, thanks.”

percy laughed, taking a step back as he raised his hands. “hey, i’m just trying to make sure my friend gets to her room safe. no ill intentions here.”

you stared at him, arms still crossed as you deadpanned. “i’m your friend?”

percy blinked. “...yes?”

you couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh, a stark contrast to the way your heart fluttered, and how it felt like there wasnt just butterflies in your stomach, but the whole goddamn zoo.

you shook your head. “ok, well, friend or not, i don’t need your help.'' you told him.

you turned on your heel, walking away quickly, trying to mask the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. you could practically hear the way percy stood there, speechless, behind you.

but just as you reached the door, you heard his voice, still full of amusement. “i see how it is.”

you glanced back over your shoulder, one hand on the door handle. he was standing there, one hand still in his pocket, the other placed over his heart dramatically “you’re really just gonna leave me hanging like that, huh?”

you chuckled as you rolled your eyes, giving him a little wave sarcastically. ''better?''

''much better.'' he seemed to have recovered from his shock, that grin of his settling back on his lips as he put his hand back in his pocket.

"same time tomorrow?" he quipped jokingly, with the quickest of winks you almost wouldn't have caught it if you weren't so focused on the way his eyes looked in this light.

you smiled sweetly, "not a chance in hell.”

percy sighed, fake slumping and shaking his head to himself. "i tried." he mumbled, sliding his hands into his pockets.

you chuckled half heartedly, the 'staying up late' finally catching up to you as you offered percy a sleepy smile, your hand still on the handle ready to go.

"alright, goodnight, percy."

this time, he didn't need to be nudged to say it back.

he smiled a genuine smile at you, "goodnight."

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[crazyfan99]

A week ago I read Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief (aka the first book) and tomorrow I'm reading Percy Jackson: The Sea Of Monsters (aka the second book).

I'm reading the PJO series so wish me luck

and if yes pls respond/put in the tags with what you’re reading and whether or not you like it i need new books for the new year <3

[xoxochb]

percy jackson 🤝🏼 jameson hawthorne

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“if it’s heads, you’ll kiss me, and if it’s tails I’ll kiss you.”

you ponder it for a moment. “why bet if we’re gonna kiss either way?”

percy shrugs. “for fun?”

“hand me the coin.”

you outstretch your hand and flex your palm in and out to indicate a grabbing movement, beckoning him to give you the coin. without a moment, he places it in your palm.

you take it with your opposite hand and flick it, watching it fly up and you catch it on the back of your unoccupied hand, placing the prior palm over it.

“ready?”

percy nods. you remove your palm to show heads.

“heads! I kiss you!”

you drop the coin on the bed, reaching out and cupping percy’s face, pecking his lips quickly. you go to pull away but he grabs your wrists and attempts to force your mouth back onto his. you break free of him anyways.

“that’s not fair,” he whines.

“you don’t say how long it had to be…”

“that wasn’t a real kiss though, it didn’t even count!”

he lazily grabs your arms, dragging you to lay back on top of him on the bed. there is barely any space remaining between both of you.

you give him a look of disapproval. “the coin didn’t flip tails.”

“for a second just pretend it did.”

you open your mouth to protest but his hand swiftly finds the back of your head, pulling your mouth back into his and leaving you no room to pull back this time.

and you do, pretend for more than a second that the coin had flipped tails.

[margeoww]

Strong Enough for You

back to my masterlist

pairing: percy jackson x gf!reader

summary: being in a relationship with Percy Jackson means adventure, danger, and plenty of moments to admire his heroism. But what you love most? His quiet moments of vulnerability—and, of course, those arms that could rival the gods themselves.

a/n: okay guys, just look at him. I just wanted to write something related to this wonderful pic.

It wasn’t a secret, not really. Everyone at Camp Half-Blood had noticed Percy’s physical transformation over the years—his strength wasn’t just in his bravery or his loyalty; it was evident in the way he moved, the way he carried himself. And you? Well, you had front-row seats to it all.

Sitting on the steps of the Big House one sunny afternoon, you watched Percy from a distance as he helped the younger campers set up for capture the flag. His orange camp shirt clung to his shoulders, and his biceps flexed as he effortlessly lifted a heavy crate of shields.

—Are you even listening to me? —Annabeth’s voice broke through your daydream.

You blinked, turning to your best friend, who was smirking knowingly. —What?

Annabeth crossed her arms. —I was saying that Percy’s been showing off a little more lately. And judging by the way you’re staring, I think I know why.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. —I wasn’t staring.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. —Sure, you weren’t. Look, you’ve been together for a year now. He’s obviously just as smitten with you as you are with him. Maybe it’s time to tell him how much you appreciate his hard work.

Later that evening, you found Percy by the campfire, absentmindedly poking at the flames with a stick. He looked up as you approached, his face lighting up in that way that always made your heart skip a beat.

—Hey. —he said, scooting over to make room for you. —How was your day?

You sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. —Better now.

Percy chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. —You’re cute when you’re sappy, you know that?

You tilted your head to look at him, your eyes trailing over his face and down to the strong line of his jaw. From there, your gaze wandered—his broad shoulders, the way his arms rested casually on his knees, the faint scars that told stories of battles won.

—Okay, what’s that look for? —Percy asked, amused.

You bit your lip, deciding to go for it. —I was just thinking… you’ve gotten really strong lately.

Percy blinked, caught off guard. —Uh, thanks? I mean, I’ve been training a lot, but..

—I like it. —you interrupted, your voice soft but teasing. —I mean, I really like it.

Percy’s face turned red, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. -Oh. Well, that’s… good to know.

You grinned, leaning closer to press a kiss to his cheek. —Don’t get too cocky, Pers. But for the record, you’re ridiculously attractive.

A few days later, Percy seemed determined to test just how much you liked his newfound strength. During sparring practice, he pulled off a series of overly dramatic moves that had the other campers rolling their eyes—and had you trying very hard not to laugh.

Afterward, as you were both walking back to your cabins, he turned to you with a mischievous grin. —So… was that impressive enough for you?

You playfully shoved his shoulder. —You’re such a show-off.

—But you like it. —he countered, grabbing your hand to pull you closer. His voice dropped to a low murmur. —Admit it.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. —Fine. Maybe I do. Just a little.

Percy leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was sweet and unhurried. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of affection—and a hint of smugness.

—Good. —he said softly. —Because I’d do anything to keep you looking at me like that.

That night, as you lay together on the dock by the lake, Percy’s arm draped around your shoulders, you couldn’t help but trace your fingers over the muscles of his forearm.

—Do you ever get tired? —you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

—Tired of what?

—Carrying the weight of the world. —you said, your tone teasing but your words sincere.

Percy’s smile was soft as he turned to look at you. —Not when you’re here. —he said simply.

And in that moment, as the stars reflected in the water and his hand found yours, you realized that no amount of strength could compare to the way he made you feel: safe, loved, and completely at home.

[forrpercyy]

I giggled