#: riordanverse

[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.

[xoxochb]

Here me out, and if not that's fine, I won't beef with you.

Percy waking you up fingering you in the middle of the night, and claiming it's because his fingers were cold? Think about it!!!

HELPPP HE’D DO THIS TOO he’s such a fucking WEIRDO sometimes I love him with my whole heart and soul

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

you loved sleep. you enjoyed sleep.

sleeping was your favorite pastime activity as well as hobby!

your boyfriend, on the other hand, was not nearly as much as a sleep fanatic as you were. so when he woke up at one-twelve in the morning he knew there was no going back from this. he’d be up until the morning.

you were coaxed out of your peaceful sleep by a feeling between your thighs. you whine and outstretch your arms to hopefully hit and hurt percy. you let your eyes flutter open slowly.

you soon realize, your eyes fly open quickly, when you feel a finger curl inside of you. and like presumed, percy lays beside you, arm beneath the sheets surely plugged inside of you!

you turn further into your side, your face rubbing into the pillow. but percy uses his free hand to push your hips back into place, also guiding your head back to look in his direction.

you close your eyes though and let him continue.

“percy…” you murmur.

“sweet girl…”

he’s mocking you. he woke you up and now he’s mocking you.

you reach out again and grab his bicep, violently digging your nails into it to hopefully break skin.

“hate you, perce.”

he only laughs at your words, finger not once leaving you, adding in a second to further wake you to a growing climax.

you squirm and rock your hips into him, itching for him to retract from inside of you. though on the other hand, you want him to continue.

“hurry,” you demand, angrily, half asleep.

“tryin’, sweet girl.”

you repeat the same ‘I hate you.’ one after the other until you can only hope he gets the idea that you really don’t like him right now!

he inches closer to you, beginning to kiss your jaw gently, hopefully soothing you from both your peak and the hatred within you. with a last curl of his two digits, you reach the first.

you shiver along with your orgasm. both the pleasure and the cold aroma of the cabin not creating a fun mix. you push your nails farther deep into his skin until he obliges to your demands and pulls out from you.

you struggle to catch your breath. but you know right now that’s the last thing you care about. you sit up and turn to percy who licks his fingers clean happily. you slap his head harshly making him wince.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“my hands were cold!” he holds up his hands to go along with the defense.

“so you decided to finger me in the middle of the night while I’m dead asleep?!”

“… yes?” he says it as if it’s a normal thing for people to do this and you were the weird one.

“there’s something fundamentally wrong with you. I’m making sure you get psychologically examined.”

he pouts and grabs your waist, pulling you down onto him. unfortunately, you melt into his touch instantly.

and there’s no way now you were going to pass up the sleeping coming upon you.

[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."

[o-w-l-h-e-art]

THIS MADE ME GIGGLE SO HARD I HAD TO DRAW IT RAGGZGDGG

[landstedelesbian]

Percy: you remind me of the ocean Nico: because I'm deep and mysterious ? Percy: no, because you are salty and you scare people

[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

[graysonhawthorneswife]

let my boy percy REST, poor guy can never get a break😭🙏🙏

Uncle Rick needs to write a series where they’re all working together

[very-gay-poet]

I'm sorry but I just know that [book] Percy is listening to some punk ass music so when he lost his memory all of his favourite songs slowly start to come back to him thus he's always singing some song under his breath. most of the time it was during the quest in SON so Frank and Hazel knows random lyrics to songs they've heard percy hum/sing. I bet this was Hazels' introduction to punk (you can't convince me otherwise don't even try Hazel's punk) and Percy is more than happy to help her

everyone thinks it's sweet at first (y'know bonding) but everyone gets kind of freaked out the first time they heard Hazel (this girl that they just met, under the impression that she's just super innocent and a little softie) rocking out to It's Okay (To Punch Nazis) by Cheap Purfume (Percy's never been prouder)

[aficionadoenthusiast]

i will never get over them making percy tell nico his sister was dead. i don't care how responsible he felt, that boy was 13 years old. the only thing he was responsible for was learning surface area of 3D shapes.

[jetlag102]

Imagine that after TOA Magnus Chase and Alex decide to be brought back to life, but get hunted by so many monsters and other beings that Annabeth brings them to camp Half-Blood

When they get there they pretend they’re Greek, which of course works for about a day before a good looks at the camp and noticed them.

Magnus and Alex get lucky and Apollo is the one who recognizes them as Nordic demigods. After having a conversation with them Apollo decides he wants to protect them and claims Magnus as his own child, covering him in his own essence to veil his Nordic « scent ».

Magnus uses the powers he gets from Frey and pretends they come from «  his father Apollo » because they are quite similar.

Alex would say she’s a child of Hades (who would claim her because 1. Apollo asked very vehemently 2. He’s reasonable and doesn’t want children dying 3. Maybe at some point the Greco-romans will have to cooperate with the Nordics, so this would be like the Percy/Jason thing 4. Apollo told Will who told Nico who told Hades that he should let them live at camp.) though he also pretends to be a descendant from Poseidon (like Frank is), because of the shapeshifting (Apollo’s idea).

They befriend the people at camp, go visit camp Jupiter, defeat monsters, become heroes in those two camps as well and learn new fighting styles and techniques.

Sam comes to visit them as a « clear sighted mortal » which of course doesn’t work, so Hades had to claim a second child. Alex, Magnus and Sam form bonds with their « siblings » who they start considering family.

The others from Valhalla can’t visit without someone noticing they are dead, so the three Nordics have to go to Boston to see them.

At camp, more and more demigods somehow discover that those three aren’t Greek or Roman, but no one minds so they keep it a secret. At some point the other gods start noticing, but don’t do anything about it until only Zeus is unaware. All the gods and all the demigods just gaslight him to hell and back, like «  What do you mean you just saw Alex talking to dead Nordic souls, that ridiculous ! » or Apollo going «  Magnus just sent out a shockwave that made everyone drop their weapons ? He’s just like his father ! Who is me. Obviously.  Father, did you not know that that is one of my children’s abilities ? »

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

the Kane siblings are the best dynamic in the Riordanverse

Carter and Sadie Kane doodles 👀? 🙏🙏🙏

we love the kane siblings in this household

[apairoflentes]

I don’t want to alarm anyone but…….

[xoxochb]

🎶 youuuuuu are the onlyyyyy exceptionnnn 🎶

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

higher, higher, higher.

you think it’s his subconscious state just itching to touch you wherever he can. but you’d really prefer if your boyfriend wasn’t absentmindedly feeling you up when you’re trying to sleep.

“percy,” you call out.

he hums. you see his smirk in the dark. so he’s awake and doing this on purpose.

“kindly remove your hand from between my legs.”

“your skin is warm.” he inches closer and rubs his nose on your shoulder.

“meaning the rest of my skin is warm. move it.”

“yeah… but I know the longer I do this the hotter you’ll get in this spot.”

you blush feverishly and think the nights darkness. “you’re gross.”

“you love me. say it, sweet girl.”

you sigh, removing his hand from between your thighs and placing it around your waist underneath your shirt to create a similar warmth.

“I love you, perce.”

“mhm.” he kisses your shoulder. “that’s my good girl.”

“fuck you. get far away from me.”

“I love you too, sweet girl. c’mere.” he pulls you flush to his chest, keeping you there tightly. “where’s my goodnight kiss?”

“will you stop feeling me up while I’m sleeping?”

percy shrugs. “won’t promise it.”

you perk your head up from his chest, kissing his lips quickly, twice before he begins whining. successfully, he doesn’t.

“mhm. good boy.”

[loverangels]

all mine

pairings: luke castellan x fem!reader

synopsis: luke won't hesitate to show anyone you're all his.

The clang of metal on metal echoed across the training grounds, mixing with the laughter and grunts of kids sparring under your watchful eye. You had been tasked with teaching the younger campers swordsmanship, and while you loved the challenge, it was more like wrangling a group of overly energetic kittens than training warriors.

Leaning against a wooden post, Ryan from the Apollo cabin stood nearby, his bow slung casually over one shoulder. He was in charge of teaching archery to the same group of kids, and your breaks often overlapped, giving you time to chat while the campers practiced—or in most cases, ran amok.

“Looks like someone’s been promoted to babysitter,” Ryan teased, his sun-kissed face breaking into an easy grin as he nodded toward a pair of kids wildly swinging their swords at each other. “Think they’re trying to joust or something.”

You sighed, shaking your head with a laugh. “It’s like herding cats with weapons. They’ve got more energy than sense.”

Ryan chuckled, his golden hair glinting in the sunlight as he leaned a little closer. “Well, if you ever want a break from that chaos, I can offer a much calmer lesson. How about trying archery? No wild sword flailing involved—just focus, patience, and a bow.”

You gave him a skeptical look, crossing your arms. “I think I’ll stick to swords, thanks.”

“Oh, come on,” he pressed, flashing a boyish grin that always seemed to get the younger campers giggling. “The kids won’t mind if we borrow a bow for a minute. It’ll be fun! Besides, you’re already teaching them something—why not learn a new skill yourself?”

Before you could protest, he was already grabbing a spare bow and quiver from the stand nearby. “Here,” he said, pressing the bow into your hands. “Let me show you.”

“Ryan, I don’t think—”

“Relax,” he interrupted, stepping behind you. “Just hold it like this.” His hands guided yours to grip the bow properly, his fingers brushing against yours. “Straighten your arms a little. Good.”

Your heart skipped slightly at the proximity. His voice was low and smooth, close enough that you could feel his breath on your ear as he adjusted your stance. “Now, draw the string back,” he said, his hand brushing your arm, then settling lightly on your waist to steady you.

Your face warmed as you tried to focus on his instructions, convincing yourself this was just part of the lesson. He was just being helpful, right?

“Okay, aim for the center,” Ryan continued, his voice encouraging. “And... release!”

The arrow soared through the air and hit the target dead center, earning a chorus of cheers from the kids nearby.

“Yes!” you shouted, throwing your arms up in triumph. Ryan grinned widely, his excitement mirroring yours. “I told you, you’d be great at this—”

Before he could move closer or even finish his sentence, a firm arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a familiar chest.

“Luke?” you breathed, startled, recognizing the familiar warmth of his touch immediately.

You blinked, suddenly reminded of what he’d been doing not long ago—working with the kids in the Arts and Crafts cabin, helping them string beads for their camp necklaces. You’d passed by earlier, stealing a glance as he patiently worked with a group of little campers, his usual sharp edges softened by the way he guided their hands with practiced ease. Seeing him in that light had made your chest feel oddly tight, a mix of admiration and fondness that you couldn’t quite shake. And now, here he was, standing behind you, but with none of that softness in his stance.

Before you could say anything else, his lips crashed down on yours in a deep, possessive kiss that sent your thoughts scattering. His hand rested firmly on your hip as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss with a confidence that made your knees weak. The world around you seemed to blur until there was only him—his warmth, his touch, his undeniable presence.

When he finally pulled back, you stared at him, dazed and breathless. “What... what was that for?” you stammered, your cheeks burning.

Luke’s brown eyes burned with intensity as he glanced at Ryan, who stood a few feet away, frozen in awkward silence. “Just making sure there’s no confusion,” Luke said smoothly, his arm still wrapped securely around your waist.

Ryan cleared his throat, his expression tense as he gripped the bow tighter. “I, uh... I should check on the kids,” he muttered, his jaw tight as he turned on his heel.

“Yeah, you should,” Luke said sharply, his voice dripping with finality.

“Luke!” you hissed, glaring at him as Ryan stormed off, fists clenched at his sides. “Was that really necessary?”

Luke turned to you, his jaw still tight, though the fire in his eyes softened slightly. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?” he demanded. “And how close he was? His hands were all over you!”

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him. “He was just showing me how to shoot, Luke. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was to him,” Luke muttered darkly, his arm tightening around your waist as if to prove a point.

You sighed, shaking your head before grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down into another kiss. This one was softer, slower, meant to reassure him as much as to silence him. When you pulled back, his lips lingered against yours, his brown eyes locked onto you.

“Luke,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the way your heart raced. “You don’t have to worry. I’m yours. Always.”

The tension in his shoulders eased as a slow, confident grin spread across his face. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low and smug. “All mine, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as his grip on you remained firm, his eyes gleaming with pride. You might have been exasperated, but one thing was certain: Luke Castellan never left any doubt about how much he cared for you.

[beadelmare]

introducing me in my pjo dr !! i'm such a y/n in it and it's lowkey embarrassing so i'm not dropping all the lore😋 BUT BUT BUT i still need to infodump about it so MAY I INTRODUCE YOU TOOO...

bea andromeda delmare , demi-titan daughter of hecate , cabin 2 (long story) , totally not in love with percy jackson , moon child , astronomy nerd , healer , the oracle's no 1 hater , liliana vess core , refuses to go out without lipgloss , reckless , archer , swordsman , dior enthusiast , classic rock , probably shouldn't be let near a buffet

"led bloody zeppelin, that's who!"

moodboards:

appearance!

straight black hair always in a side part or ponytail , tired jade green eyes because i refuse to maintain a sleep schedule , mini tattoos , pointed canines (empousai reference😋) , five ft seven , silver jewellery , goes to the gym because percy said he likes fit girls like once during dinner

child of hecate !!

shadow manipulation , mist control , telekinesis , spellcasting , divination , necromancy , shadow travel , enchantment , alchemy , vitakinesis (limited) , zoolingualism (limited) , charmspeak

aesthetic

led zeppelin , queen , flowers everywhere , hopeless romantic , dramatic entrances , grape juice in wine glasses , perseus and andromeda <3 , wearing the same color clothes religiously , strictly hoop earrings , the classics , gilmore girls , beachside stargazing , pairs on pairs of shoes , pop culture references , crystals , stress baker , wants to be rosa diaz but let's be for real i'm too codependent