#Percy Jackson x you

[lunarsworld]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ lemme show ‘em

warnings: mentions of hickeys, established relationship, thats it i think? pairing: percy jackson x f!reader

“c’monnnn angel.” percy whined loudly in your ear. “percy it’s 8’oclock in the fucking morning. i am not letting you give me hickeys so you can show the new kid that i’m yours.” you retort. he pouts and clutches his chest as if your words physically hurt. you slip on one of percy’s t-shirts and your tight camp shorts. “here! i’ll wear this and be by your side all day so it’ll practically be impossible for him to not know.”

he shakes his head and points at your butt. “your ass in those shorts is too voluptuous. take one of my big pairs.” you roll your eyes and huff in annoyance. you go towards his closet and search for longer shorts. ”perce, i don’t see any shorts.” “exactly because there aren’t any so lemme give u hickeys.” you refuse to believe your idiot of a boyfriend has no more shorts than the pair he’s wearing, so you continue to look. key words you didn’t think twice about, your idiot boyfriend, the same one who broke the washer last night with his 29 pairs of shorts. “i surrender. make it quick though, i’m hungry.”

“i won’t let you down, m’lady!,” he cheers. gods, even though he’s a dunce, you love him!

[xoxochb]

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“c’mere.”

tiredly, you stretch your arms above your head and then drape them lazily around percy’s shoulders, pulling him into you.

he doesn’t fight this, that would be preposterous. instead, he happily tucks his head beneath your chin and enjoys the closeness. you feel his smile against your skin. you mirror his expression and happily kiss atop his raven hair.

“you’re warm.” percy kisses the hollow of your throat.

“thank you?”

his smile converts to a smirk. “I wonder if you’re warmer down—”

“stop.” you sigh. “it’s too late for your shenanigans.”

“my shenanigans?”

“yes!” you tug his hair— gently.

“enlighten me on these so called ‘shenanigans’ you think I partake in.”

you tangle your legs with his absentmindedly. “your dirty jokes. not everything has to be a sex reference, y’know.”

his smirk reduces down to a frown.

you sit up and take the blankets along with you. percy, below you, wraps his arms around your frame to keep you remaining against him. you don’t do anything to prevent him from doing this.

it’s silent for a while. but as long as percy is with you, it’s never silent for too long. “tell me about your day, sweet girl.”

“percy—” your brows furrow. “you were with me every second today.”

“yeah. but I wanna hear your voice.”

you huff. “I woke up and your drool was all over my chest. then you kept me in bed for two hours following this. when I finally got up I took a shower and ate breakfast, then I came back to my cabin with you and I read for a while… uhmm… then I ate lunch, took a nap in your cabin, ate dinner and came back to your cabin again anddd…” your voice trails off.

your fingers twiddle with the ends of percy’s dark hair. he eagerly awaits the remainder of your story.

“and…?”

“this is getting awkward.”

dramatically, percy tugs you closer, pulling you downwards and resting your head to his bare chest. “but this is my favorite part, sweet girl.”

“of course it is.”

“tell me.” his hand rubs your back. “tell me how you banged me on my super awesome shark sheets.”

“I’m done talking to you. this conversation is over.”

the conversation was not over. he decided to recounter his day, including the details you had previously left out.

in mind-numbing detail.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Percy: fuck Luke Castellan.

You: yeah! Fuck Luke! Fuck him!

Percy: we fucking hate that dude.

You: *realising* oh no. I’m in enemy territory.

…

Nico: *alone, dead sister, dead mom, has nobody to fall back on, filled with spite, vengeful, powerful/ dangerous and kinda looked like he would hiss -and or bite- you*

You: *patting him on the head* I’ve adopted you, you are my pain in the ass and also my Achilles heel. My light and my shadow. My gremlin brother who’s an absolute menace and could totally overthrow the gods if he wanted to.

Nico: thanks? I guess?

…

Annabeth: do you three ever take anything seriously?

You, Leo and Percy: *lounging on chairs with facial masks, cucumbers covering your eyes and wearing your comfiest pyjamas*

You: not really no.

Leo: depends on the difficulty.

Percy: i am an unreliable narrator who jokes to hide my own pain and trauma, doesn’t see my own self worth, and might as well be diagnosed with crippling depression with how often I’m forced to watch my friends die, all the while being forced to be used as a pawn for the gods above for their own amusement. I am made to realise that I may never be able to live a normal life no matter how hard I try to trick myself into thinking it’ll ever be plausible.

You: …

Leo: …

Annabeth: …

Percy: did I ever tell you guys about the time I got slapped in the face by a flying fish-

[folkwhoreberry]

hi my lovely angel!! could u do a percy x fem! reader blurb where the reader is always sleepy n they like to cuddle up to percy because he’s warm n cuddly n just tons of fluff!! thank u in advance ily mwah 💞💞

hihihiii my first ask I’m so excited wooooo hope you like it!!

Human Mattress

percy jackson x reader

or… the one where percy woke up his girlfriend’s brain

word count : 419

warnings : mmhh percy not letting his future missus to sleep, english is not my first language!!!

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warm and sleepy.

sleepy and warm.

that’s all that you’ve ever wished for yourself to feel.

with your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, his hand tracing wide circles on your back under your shirt, you felt at peace. probably the most peace you’ve felt this whole week. your eyes slowly started to flutter closed, your mind already surrendered to the tiredness of your body, and it felt good. it felt good finally being able to relax after feeling like you’ve been carrying the weight of the whole world on your shoulders, to be taken care of by someone you love dearly.

“angel?” you heard percy whispering to you, “you awake?” he asked, making you let out a hum that didn’t even leave your throat, rolling your eyes internally as you nodded. “yeah, but not for long..” you whispered, as lowly as you could without having to wake up your brain.

his broad chest shook under you as he chuckled at your sleepy response. “oh, is that so, baby love? you gonna fall asleep on me?” he teased you softly, continuing to run his big hand all over your back, feeling the stress practically leaving your muscles, his other hand brushing away a few stray hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear.

“was hoping to, but if you keep talking I won’t.” you mumbled, nuzzling yourself even closer to him, your cold nose pressed against his warm chest making him hiss. “shit, you’re cold, ange, aren’t ya?” percy whispered with a low giggle, quickly shutting up when you poked his side with your nail as a response to his teasing antics. “well, obviously, idiot. it’s snowing outside. how are you still warm?”

“mmhh, I would guess that it comes with the perks of being the son of poseidon, no?” he suggested, his words being reasonable enough for you to shrug off. “either way, you woke up my brain, now I can’t fall asleep.” you whine, moving yourself to lay on top of him, your face buried in the crook of his neck and hands sneaking underneath him to lay between his arm back and the heated sheets under him, your sudden movements making percy let out a huff before placing his hands on your waist to steady you on top of him. “good now, pumpkin?”

“hmm,” you hummed, pretending to think. “could use a little improvement. overall warm and comfy, but you talked me out of sleeping. 7.5/10.”

this earned you a gentle smack on your backside.

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a/n : based on a true story, except instead of having a percy to keep me awake it’s my own brain

[dreamdragonkadia]

Because I just love the idea of giving kisses to the characters I love, here is one for Percy p.jackson x reader

The Playful Kiss

Percy Jackson is nothing if not fun-loving and full of mischief. It’s no surprise that his kisses reflect his personality—light, teasing, and guaranteed to leave you smiling. Percy doesn’t just kiss you; he makes it an adventure, a moment to share his happiness and pull you into his world.

He’ll catch you off guard when you’re focused on something mundane, like homework or packing your bag for camp, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek with a triumphant “Gotcha!” Or maybe he’ll lean in, pretending to be serious, only to blow a raspberry against your temple, laughing at your protests.

After a swim in the lake (or, let’s face it, the ocean at Camp Half-Blood because the boy is always near water), Percy will emerge with his hair dripping, his grin too wide, and plant a cold, wet kiss on your face just to watch you squawk in indignation. “You love me, admit it,” he’d tease, dodging your attempt to shove him back in the water.

When he’s not being outright goofy, Percy’s playful kisses take on a softer tone—like the times he gently cups your face, whispering, “You’ve got a little something…” before stealing a kiss from your lips instead of brushing away the supposed smudge.

With Percy, kisses aren’t just affection; they’re an extension of his humor, his joy. No matter what kind of day you’re having, these kisses are his way of saying, “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The Impulsive Kiss

Sometimes Percy acts before he thinks—like when you’re arguing over something silly, and he suddenly leans in to kiss you mid-sentence. It’s quick, full of adrenaline, and always leaves you stunned for a moment before you start laughing. “You talk too much,” he’ll say with a cheeky grin, but the truth is he just couldn’t resist.

Percy loves to catch you off guard. Maybe you’re ranting about something, completely engrossed in reading, or focused on a task, and suddenly, his lips are on yours. “What was that for?” you’ll ask, flustered and a little breathless. “Do I need a reason?” he’ll reply, his sea-green eyes dancing with mischief, looking far too pleased with himself.

The truth is, Percy doesn’t think about kissing you—it’s as natural as breathing to him. His affection is unfiltered and unapologetic, a reflection of just how much you mean to him. Whether it’s to shut you up, make you laugh, or simply because he can’t help himself, Percy’s impulsive kisses are pure, unbridled love in its most playful form.

The Proud Kiss

Percy is your biggest cheerleader—there’s no doubt about that. When you achieve something, no matter how big or small, he’s the first to celebrate with you like it’s the most important victory in the world. He’ll sweep you into a hug, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you like you just won the Olympics. “I knew you could do it!” he’ll say, his eyes practically glowing with pride, making you feel like the most amazing person alive.

And he’s obnoxious about it in the sweetest way. He’ll retell the story to anyone who’ll listen, adding his own dramatic flair: “You should’ve seen them! Absolute legend. No one else stood a chance.” It doesn’t matter if it’s something monumental or as simple as nailing a camp exercise—he makes it his personal mission to make you feel like a hero.

His proud kisses aren’t just about celebrating your wins; they’re his way of saying, I see you, and I’ll always be proud of you. Whether it’s the way he pulls you into his arms or the way he looks at you afterward, Percy’s pride is unmistakable—and it’s all for you.

The Lazy Morning Kiss

Percy isn’t a morning person—not even a little. The only thing that gets him to stir is the feeling of you curled up against him, and in those moments, all he wants to do is shower you with kisses. He’s slow to wake, but that doesn’t stop him from making mornings memorable in his own way.

When you’re both still half-asleep, tangled in blankets and pillows, he’ll brush a soft, sleepy kiss across your lips or the curve of your shoulder. It’s unhurried, tender, and full of warmth—a quiet moment of love shared before the rest of the world intrudes. Sometimes he’ll nuzzle closer, his breath tickling your neck as he presses another kiss there, murmuring something incoherent but undeniably sweet.

Of course, Percy’s kisses come with ulterior motives. “Stay,” he’ll mumble against your skin, his arm tightening around you as he tries to keep you in bed a little longer. It’s a bribe, plain and simple, and he’s not even subtle about it. “The day can wait,” he’ll insist, his sleepy grin melting into a pout when you laugh at his laziness.

But deep down, those lazy morning kisses are more than just an excuse to sleep in. They’re Percy’s way of savoring the peaceful moments with you, a reminder that there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The Jealousy Kiss

Percy doesn’t get jealous often—he trusts you, and he knows your heart is his. But every now and then, someone might push the boundaries a little too far with their flirtation, and while Percy might not say anything in the moment, his actions speak volumes. The kiss that follows is possessive, passionate, and leaves absolutely no doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re his.

“What?” he’ll say innocently afterward, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he pretends he wasn’t just staking his claim. He’ll brush it off with his usual charm, but you know Percy better than that—he doesn’t forget.

Later that night, when you’re cuddling in bed, the jealous kiss makes its real appearance. Percy gets uncharacteristically affectionate, showering your face with soft kisses until you’re giggling uncontrollably in his arms. But he doesn’t stop there. His lips trail down to your neck, your shoulders, each kiss lingering longer than the last, igniting something far more intense. One thing leads to another, and let’s just say he ensures you don’t doubt how much he adores you.

The next morning, as you catch your reflection, the evidence is undeniable: a constellation of purple love bites scattered across your neck and collarbone. Percy catches your eye with a smug grin, his voice light and teasing. “Guess I got carried away,” he says, though there’s no regret in his tone—only pride. And honestly? Are you really gonna complain?

The “I Missed You” Kiss

Whether Percy’s been away on a dangerous quest or you’ve just been apart for a few hours, his “I missed you” kisses are filled with pent-up longing. The moment he sees you, he’ll pull you close, holding you like he’s afraid to let go. His lips linger on yours, soft but insistent, as if he’s trying to make up for every second you were apart. “You have no idea how much I needed that,” he’ll whisper against your mouth, his voice low and full of affection.

But Percy being Percy, one kiss is never enough. His hands cradle your cheeks as he plants another, then another, until you’re laughing, gently pushing him away by the fifth one. “Percy, you have to stop,” you’ll say through giggles, but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he grins and leans in to press one final kiss to the tip of your nose.

You might think that’s the end of it—but trust me, it’s not. The moment you’re alone, away from prying eyes, Percy’s coming back for round two. His kisses grow more passionate, more insistent, like he’s making up for every second you’ve ever been apart. It’s hard to say when he’ll stop. By the time he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen, your cheeks are flushed, and you’re left wondering how this boy manages to make you feel so completely adored.

The “Good Luck” Kiss

Before any big event—whether it’s a daunting quest, an intense sparring match, or even a high-stakes game of Capture the Flag—Percy never lets you go without a good luck kiss. It’s his ritual. His charm to winning.

“You don’t actually believe in that, do you?” you’ll tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips as he leans in.

“Nope,” he’ll admit with that signature lopsided grin that makes your heart flutter. “But it gives me all the luck I need.”

The kiss is quick but meaningful—his lips soft against yours, his hands gently resting on your waist or cupping your face. It’s not just about superstition; it’s about connection. Percy pours his unwavering confidence and love into every good luck kiss, silently telling you, I believe in you.

And even if you’re on opposite teams, Percy doesn’t let that stop him. Mid-game, he’ll pop out of nowhere, dodge your teammates with that uncanny water-born agility, and find you just to get his kiss. “Can’t win without it,” he’ll say smugly before leaning in for a quick peck.

But, of course, he’s still Percy. The moment you’re caught off guard by the kiss, he’ll take full advantage of the distraction, laughing as he pushes you into the water and bolts off toward the flag. “Sorry, babe,” he’ll call over his shoulder, his grin unmistakably victorious. “You’re on the wrong team!”

[loverangels]

can i request a Percy x reader, where readers likes making flowers crowns and makes one for Percy (with blue flowers of course) and basically crowns him with it since he's the son of the king of the water?

(You know what it would make it fun if reader was a child of the big three (zeus or hades) or hera, that their also like a 'princess')

Thank you in advance!!!! And i hope this isn't weird

pairings: percy jackson x fem!reader

a/n: this was such a cute idea and was so fun to write thank you sm nonnie!!

The meadow was warm and quiet, sunlight filtering through the trees and spilling golden light across the grass. You sat cross-legged in the middle of it all, surrounded by a pile of blue flowers—bluebells, hydrangeas, and cornflowers. Your fingers worked quickly, weaving the delicate stems together.

A few feet away, Percy was sprawled on his back, one arm slung behind his head while the other tossed a small rock up and down. His sea-green eyes kept flicking to you, a lazy grin playing on his lips.

“You’ve been awfully quiet over there,” Percy finally said, his voice teasing. “That’s either a good thing or a very bad thing.”

You didn’t bother looking up from the flower crown you were making. “Why? You scared?”

“Should I be?” He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand, his grin widening. “You’re not, like, braiding me a noose or something, right?”

You snorted. “Relax, Jackson. You’re not that annoying."

“Wow. Thanks,” he said, feigning offense. “And here I thought I was your favorite.”

“Favorite pain in the ass? Definitely.”

“Hey,” he protested, crawling closer so he was within arm’s reach. “Admit it—you’re obsessed with me.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Obsessed? Yeah, sure. That’s why I’m sitting here minding my own business while you keep interrupting me.”

“Interrupting?” Percy said innocently, leaning closer and poking your knee. “I’m just keeping you company. You’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, seaweed brain.”

Percy’s grin widened at the nickname. “You’re so mean to me,” he said, dramatically leaning forward and resting his chin on your shoulder. His warmth was immediate, his breath tickling your neck.

“Am I supposed to feel bad?” you teased, finishing the last twist of the flower crown.

“You should,” he said, his voice low and playful as he nuzzled closer, his nose brushing your temple. “Especially when I’m this nice to you.”

“Nice?” you repeated, scoffing. “Since when are you nice?”

“Right now.” He nudged you gently, pulling back enough to catch your eyes. “I’m letting you ignore me and you get to look at my amazing face for free. That’s peak generosity.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back slightly to hold up the flower crown you’d just finished. “Well, then, I guess I’m being generous too. Here.”

Percy blinked, sitting up straight as he looked at the crown in your hands. The blue flowers were vibrant and soft, perfectly woven together.

“A flower crown?” he said, his eyebrows raising. “For me?”

“Who else would it be for?” you asked, scooting closer and holding it up. “You’re the son of Poseidon. King of the waves, right? You need a crown to go with the title.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you leaned forward before he could, gently setting the crown on his head. Percy froze for a second as your fingers brushed through his messy black hair, adjusting the flowers so they sat just right.

“There,” you said, sitting back to admire your work. “Perfect.”

Percy blinked at you, then at the crown, then back at you. “You… just crowned me.”

“Yep.”

“With flowers."

“Uh-huh.”

His lips twitched like he was fighting a grin, but then he reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you toward him. “You realize this means I’m your king now right?”

“Oh, please,” you said, laughing as he tugged you closer, his hands warm and steady on your sides.

“Hey, you made me the crown,” Percy said, his voice full of mock seriousness as he leaned in. “That’s basically a love confession in flower language.”

You swatted at his chest, laughing. “It is not!”

“Sure it is,” he teased, his nose brushing against yours. “And now you’re sitting here, gazing at me all starry-eyed, just totally falling for me.”

“I’m not” you protested, though your cheeks were definitely warm.

“Oh you totally are” Percy said smugly. He nuzzled against your cheek, his breath warm as he added, “but don’t worry, I’m falling for you too, so it’s fine.”

You groaned, trying to shove him away, but Percy just laughed, catching your wrist and pressing a quick kiss to your palm before letting it go. “admit it,” he said, his grin softening as he gazed at you. “I look amazing in this crown.”

You sighed dramatically, pretending to inspect him. “You look… okay.”

“Okay?” Percy gasped, clutching his chest like you’d just mortally offended him. “this is royalty you’re talking to! You made me a crown!”

“You’re lucky I didn’t make it out of poison ivy,” you shot back, but you were smiling now, unable to stay annoyed when he looked so stupidly cute.

Percy chuckled, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours. “Nah, you love me too much for that.”

Before you could respond, he pressed a quick, warm kiss to your nose, grinning as he pulled back. “See? I’m irresistible.”

“You’re insufferable,” you corrected, shoving his shoulder lightly.

“And yet, you keep making me flower crowns,” Percy said, tilting his head with a smirk. “face it—you’re whipped.”

You laughed, shaking your head, and Percy grinned, tugging you closer again. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice low and warm as he kissed your temple. “I’m totally whipped for you too.”

[lydiasfalling]

ABOUT YOU

percy jackson x apollo!reader

➸✧˖*°࿐ taglist : open!

˗ˋˏ warnings : none. pure fluff ˎˊ-

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i love a good apollo reader bc sunshine ppl are so so sweet. enjoy!!

you had decided that this moment might be your favorite. you laid on the beach in your favorite swimsuit, tanning in the heat of the sun. percy was splashing around in the water, doing different tricks to earn praise from you. moments like these helped remind you that, through everything, you were just two teenagers in love. no war ( or temper tantrum from the gods ) could take you away from eachother.

“sunshine?” percy asked from the water, “you there?”

“mhm. just enjoying myself.” you returned, shooting him a toothy grin.

“come swim?” he looked at you with a pleading gaze, motioning for you to join him. normally, you would say no, but something about the way his hair laid over his forehead or the way his skin glistened due to the heat made you agree. you stood up, walking over to the water and standing there for a moment.

“whatcha waiting for?” he smirked, offering his hand to you.

“i’m trying to acclimate, thank you very much.” you placed your hand in his. he quickly dragged you into the water, you letting out a gasp due to the temperature change.

“you have to go all at once. makes it easier.” he winked at you in mischief before pulling you entirely under the water. due to the taunt skin of your boyfriend, you weren’t as cold as you expected to be. being apollos daughter might have helped with that as well, but you chose not to address that part. you blinked away the water in your eyes before swimming back up to the surface. pushing your hair out of your face, you looked around for percy.

“perce!” you knew he could hear you from wherever he was under the water, yet he didn’t respond with words. instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up. you wrapped your legs around his torso while he supported your thighs.

he looked at you with so much intensity you wondered if you should be concerned. his gaze held every emotion he couldn’t express through words. suddenly, he leaned in to place his lips on yours. the kiss was gentle. so soft yet filled with so much passion. one of his hands moved from its place under your thighs to the back of your neck. his skin against yours felt like pure euphoria. your hands tangles in his hair, pulling on the raven locks. this elicited a groan from percy.

he pulled back slowly, resting his forehead against yours. he spoke gently, “gods, sunshine.” he laughed slightly, head dipping down to your neck to trail kisses along the skin. “you taste like saltwater.” he pointed out.

“is that a good thing?” you questioned. you could feel his smile against the skin of your neck.

“it’s an amazing thing, sweetheart.” he spun you around in the water.

as time continued on, you both continued to swim around. from splashing eachother to floating on your backs, you just enjoyed each others presence. the sun started to set, casting an orange hue along the sky and water. bye the time the two of you got out of the water, your skin was filled with prunes and your hair was stiff. you didn’t mind, however, because you got to sown some much need alone time with your boyfriend in the serenity of the ocean water. you couldn’t have spent your afternoon better.

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[psychesalcove]

you have a mythological beauty, you have the eye of someone i have seen.

♡ percy jackson x fem.reader

sypnosis: (college au) as college students, your days were filled to the brim with classes and work to be done. percy, and you still manage to find time for each other, even if it is just a bath.

tw: bathing together but not sexually, not really any plot I just wrote as I went, mentions of getting burned (from a candle), being naked but again not in a sexual way, percys down bad for reader but who's surprised, not proofread.

a/n: guys whosss back!! again, i apologize for not writing for so long, schools just been kicking my butt, as it always does. i really should be writing a research paper rn, but my wanting to write got way to big to ignore, so here we are!! i missed writing for this blog so much, sorry again for going m.i.a 😓

"hey, you." You muttered lightly as you walked into the living room. your online classes for the day—which meant finally being able to come out of your office you had been cooped up in all day. percy looked no less tired than you; he had a half filled out google doc open on his computer, but it looked like he hadn't made another attempt to write for a while.

his head moved at the sound of your voice, getting broken out of whatever trance he was in. "hey yourself," he hummed, hands moving from the keyboard to your arms where he started rubbing up and down. "how was your day?"

you sighed slightly, relishing in the feeling of percys hands on your arms. "same shit as always. our class got a new project, but she hasn't given out our groups yet."

percy winced, his arms coming to a stop so you could rest your hands on his. "im sorry, pretty. hopefully, you'll get a good group," he said, hand leaving its place on your arm to close his laptop. "i don't think thats gonna get done anytime soon," he stated, more to himself than to you.

you tilted your head slightly at that, but percy already responded to the question brewing in your head. "it's not due for another three-ish weeks. I'll get it done before then, promise," he laughed as you smiled at him.

"well," you started. "since it seems both of us are done with work for today, how do you feel about a bath?" you asked, watching percys face light up at the suggestion. you smiled at him again. "you can go start it and i'll make tea for us—i got camomile the other day at the store," you pulled away from percy and headed to the kitchen as you heard his footsteps fade into your bedroom.

—

no sooner had the water started boling on the kettle did you hear the sound of water running from the bathroom. taking a bath together had become something both of you enjoyed doing; it allowed for your minds to process all that had happened throughout the day while enjoying eachothers company at the same time.

you quickly grabbed the two mugs from the counter that now held hot camomile tea and started your walk to the bathroom.

—

percy was sitting on the toilet seat when you walked in, lighter in hand. you raised an eyebrow at him. "what are you doing?" you giggled, setting down the mugs on the counter.

"im trying to light the candle without buring my skin off, thank you very much," he said as he rolled his eyes playfully at you, gesturing aimlessly with the lighter, trying to prove his point.

"here," you hummed, grabbing the candle and lighter from him. percy could usually light candles for the first couple times, but if the wick gets to short for his liking, he ended up burning himself.

"i used the lavender bubble bath, i hope that's okay," he said, grabbing the now lit up candle from you so he could put it on the edge of the tub. you smiled at him, signaling that the lavender sent was fine.

percy stepped into the tub, and it was then that you noticed he had already taken his clothes off. he looked at you expectedly. "you gonna come in?" he prompted, raising his arm out of the water—showing off the bubbles that were already all over him.

"my gods, be patient perce," you joked, already removing your sweatpants and top. "you were in here for longer than me, and be grateful i made you tea," you said as he simply laughed in response. you quickly found yourself in the warmth of the water, now sitting facing percy.

"hi," he giggled, showing you his teeth.

"hi." you replied. the bathroom was casted in a warm glow from the vanilla candle lit, and the light sounds of water rippling only added to the blanket of solace that the bathroom was encased in.

"what are you doing over there still?" he asked, moving his arms under the water so that they now rested on your hips. "i wanna be closer to you," he said in a semi-whiny voice, hands slightly tightening their hold on you.

you giggled and pointed at his face. "i'll cuddle you—if you get the fake mustache off," you said, refering to the bubbles that were on his face; you didn't think he even realized it was there. before he could respond, you moved your hand to softly wipe away the suds of his face, his smile greeting you as you removed your hand.

you sighed and smiled back, moving your body so that you were now in between his legs, your back on his chest and head resting just below his chin. "happy now?" you giggled, feeling his hands come to rest on your stomach.

"very," he sighed, his nose coming down to rest on your head. "i didn't ask earlier," he mumbled into your head before realizing you probably couldn't make out what he was saying. "do you think we could go to that new flower shop this weekend?"

you hummed. "the one on the same street as that good pizza place?" you asked, your hands going to his arms to rub them soothingly; repeating the motion he was doing to you earlier.

"yeah, that one." he mused. "i wanna get mom and you flowers, there were pretty hibiscus flowers i saw," he countined, his thumbs moving in slow circles on your stomach.

you giggled again and moved your head to press a light kiss to his upper arm. "you just got both of us flowers, perce."

you felt him shrug his shoulders behind you. "maybe, but the two prettiest girls always need new flowers," he said so simply, as if he didn't just say the most precious thing you've ever heard.

"oh, and i put your favorite towels in the dryer so i'll go and get them before you get out,"

if your heart didn't explode from the previous statement, than this one most definitely did. you fully turned your body so you were facing him, and then you gently pressed your lips to his.

you pulled back, putting a hand to his chest as he tried to chase your lips. "percy jackson, the man you are," you stated. he simply grinned at you, looking into your eyes with nothing but love and devotion to you.

[clappingandcheering]

(Percy Jackson x reader)

Shiny like the ocean

Warnings: None! Super cute story about you and Percy wanting to be parents and then becoming parents. Lmk if you want another part with the baby making, but I'm like a fresh writer, so I didn't want that to be my first impression!

"You know," Percy began, his voice casual but with that unmistakable gleam in his eyes. "I've been thinking."

You glanced up from the book you were reading, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? This should be good," you teased, half-smiling, knowing full well that when Percy Jackson got that look, you were in for something unexpected.

Percy's grin widened, clearly pleased with your response. "What do you think about having a kid?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you suddenly found your fingers twirling absentmindedly around the edge of the book. "A kid?" you echoed, trying to sound nonchalant, but the truth was, you weren't sure how to respond. You'd always imagined this kind of conversation would come up eventually—but now that it had, it felt like your words were stuck somewhere deep inside.

Percy, sensing your hesitation, leant forward on the couch, his voice softening. "I know we’ve talked about it before, but... I just really think we’d be great parents." He was already smiling that goofy, hopeful grin, the one you couldn’t resist even if you tried. "We’d make an awesome team, you know?"

You could feel the heat creeping up to your cheeks as you looked anywhere but at him. The idea of having a child, a little one to take care of, to love... It was terrifying and exciting all at once. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that kind of responsibility, but Percy was always so sure about things, and it made you want to believe it too.

“I mean, I guess we could..." you mumbled, your voice small and shy. “It’s just… I don’t know.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, teasing. “What, you scared of a little diaper duty?”

You snorted despite yourself. “You’d be the one doing all the work, huh?”

“Maybe,” he said with a wink. “But honestly, I think we could do it. And if we mess up, we’ll just blame it on the gods.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Always the Greek way.”

Percy laughed, and before you could think of a more serious response, he leant over and kissed you on the cheek. “No pressure. Just something to think about.”

But as he pulled away, there was a sincerity in his eyes that made your heart swell. You weren’t quite sure what to think yet, but when it came to Percy Jackson, sometimes the best things in life came when you least expected them.

Three years later...

You woke to the soft sound of giggles echoing down the hallway. A small hand tugged at your arm, pulling you out of your sleepy haze.

"Mum! Dad’s making pancakes again!" the little voice squealed.

You blinked, your mind struggling to fully wake up, but when you opened your eyes, you saw the tiny form of your son standing at the foot of your bed, his curly hair sticking out in all directions like a cute little mess. He was wearing his favourite Captain America pyjama shirt, the one Percy had picked out for him because it "matched his heroic spirit." The little boy grinned at you, his eyes wide and full of excitement.

"Did you sleep okay, buddy?" You asked, sitting up, your heart warming at the sight of him.

"Yeah!" he said, bouncing on his heels. "Dad said we’re having chocolate chips in the pancakes today. And we’re going to the park afterwards! Can we go, Mum? Can we?"

You smiled sleepily, brushing your hair out of your face. The house was quiet except for the soft noises of Percy in the kitchen and the sound of laughter spilling out from there.

“Give me a second, okay?” You said, ruffling your son’s messy curls. "I’ll be right down."

As your son hurried off to the kitchen, you let yourself take a moment. You could hear Percy’s voice, light and cheerful, as he worked at the stove. The warmth of the moment settled over you—this was your family now. The little boy who had come into your life and changed everything, who was both a reminder of the love you and Percy shared and a miracle of your own making.

You felt a soft tug in your chest. It was hard to remember what life was like before him, before you’d taken that leap, before you and Percy had gone from shy, unsure newlyweds to confident, exhausted—but incredibly happy—parents.

Downstairs, Percy was flipping pancakes with the same easy confidence he'd had all those years ago. The three of you—together, imperfectly perfect—sounded like a family now.

As you made your way into the kitchen, your son immediately ran over to you, his arms wide. “Mum! Look!” He showed you his tiny pile of pancakes, adorned with a mountain of chocolate chips.

“You made all of that?” You asked, pretending to be impressed, though you knew who had done the bulk of the work.

Percy chuckled, tossing his flour-covered spatula into the sink. “Teamwork,” he said, winking at you. “He’s getting good at this.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your two favourite people, your hearts full. "I think he’s going to give you a run for your money in the kitchen soon."

“Good,” Percy said, scooping your son up and tossing him into the air, earning a burst of delighted laughter. "We’ll need all the help we can get."

And just like that, your heart melted. This little family of yours—it wasn’t perfect, but it was everything you’d ever wanted.

[valsverse]

thinking about the small ways the pjo boys instinctively show their love for you..

the way percy jackson's sword fighting naturally slows to a hesitant crawl whenever he's sparring with you. his once swift and fluid motions seem to falter, as if he's unsure of how much force to use. his sword moves in hesitant, awkward jabs, accompanied by a small, sheepish smile that seems to say, "i don't want to hurt you, but i also don't want to lose."

the way jason grace covers the sharp corner of the table when you reach under to get something, ensuring that your head wouldn't accidentally collide with the unforgiving edge. you feel the warmth of his hand hovering just inches above your head, and the faint smile on his lips reveals his satisfaction in keeping you safe. he's a protector, that one.

the way leo valdez taps three times on the dinner table whenever he wants to catch your attention. perhaps it's his way of saying, 'i'm thinking of you.' or, i can't wait to see you after this.' you're never quite certain of the exact meaning, but regardless, you often find yourself twirling your daggers three times before going into battle, a sweet tribute to leo.

the way luke castellan's lip twitches ever so slightly every time you enter into the room. it's a subtle movement, almost imperceptible, but you're certain it's there by the way he catches your eye, and tilts his head to the door, a silent invitation for you to join him.

[stilessflannel]

just thinking about percy jackson fucking you in the shower, where the water strengthens his endurance...

his strength never quavers, senses heightened, catching every small gasp and moan that escapes your kiss swollen lips. even after cumming three times himself his pace is unrelentless, always finding just the right spot inside you with every thrust of his hips, swollen mushroom tip of his cock rubbing oh-so deliciously against the spongy part of your pussy his fingers can't reach.

an arm glides over your waist, the water pouring down your bodies making it easier for his large palm to slide down your body and lift one of your legs over his hips, pushing deeper inside of you. the feeling makes you throw your head back, but percy's three steps ahead of you and before the back of your skull hits the tiles of the cabin three shower his hand gets between the two, cradling your hair and forcing your eyes on his.

"you okay baby?" his voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the rush of water but you do your best to nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tip hits a particularly delicious spot inside you. "you wanna slow down?"

"no... perce, please...~" you moan, grinding your hips down onto his when he pauses, eliciting a scrunch of his eyebrows while his pupils dilate with a stronger lust.

"yeah angel, just like that. be a good girl for me, will ya?"

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[xoxochb]

she’s a percy jackson girlie ୨୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[neo-nomatrix]

Sunshine and Midnight Rain

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader

word count: 851

summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story

a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING

Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.

You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.

“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”

“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.

“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.

“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?

“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.

“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.

“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”

——————

“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.

You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.

“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.

“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.

“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.

You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.

“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.

“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.

“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.

“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.

“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.

“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.

“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.

“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.

“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.

“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.

“He was always my favorite,” he adds.

“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.

“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.

Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.

“You’re staring, again” You mention.

“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.

You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.

“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.

“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”

——————

It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.

As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.

“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.

“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.

You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”

“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks

“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.

“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.

“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”

And maybe, just maybe, he could.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request platonic Nico fic where reader is pinning over someone but Nico it’s silently judging, seeing if that person is truly good enough for their older sibling reader?

‘You like someone.’

You looked over at your brother, who was standing next to you within the shade casted by the trees that kept you both somewhat cool, before raising a brow at him. ‘And how did you come to that conclusion my little shade.’ You replied as you ruffled his hair, much to Nico’s dismay.

‘You’ve got that look on your face.’ He tells you but you couldn’t help but scoff at the inherent vagueness of that statement.

‘I’ve got many looks on my face throughout the day you’re going to have to be more specific here.’ Nico looked at you with a glare, only to be greeted back by your mischievous eyes and matching smile, gods he hated you sometimes for making things more complex then they actually were just because you felt like teasing him.

‘The sappy ‘oh my gods I wish they were mine’ type of look.’ Nico said and you know the look he was on about, but you decided to feign innocence and put on a thoughtful face as though you were trying your very hardest to remember what he was on about. ‘Sappy look…sappy look…’ you trailed off and Nico had just about enough as he shoved you in the side before pointing across the camp and over to where Luke was and your face immediately drops.

‘Him! You like him!’ Nico exclaims and you were quick to cover his mouth with your hand when you noticed a group of campers walking past you both, greeting them with a forced and cordial smile as they breezed past you both, just to look back at your brother with murderous intent. ‘Shut up little shade, I don’t want all of camp to hear you if they haven’t already.’ You hissed as Nico only looked at you unimpressed as he pushed your hand off of his mouth, and you didn’t need to say anything to know that Nico was now in protective mode.

‘Why him? Why Castellan?’ He asked and you sighed as you remembered how the moment you first came to camp by yourself, having been abandoned by the demi-gods that you were originally with, and how Luke was the only one that actually made you feel welcomed even after you gotten claimed by Hades; You don’t hold that grudge against most of camp who shunned you anymore but you weren’t exactly buddy buddy with them either if they were going to be that superficial.

Then again Hades himself gets villainised by many in modern retelling of Greek myth that are forcing the whole ‘girlboss’ bullshit down your throat, which only leads to those kinds of books being put on half sales shelves because it’s that bad. Not that you were saying hades was innocent but out of the entire Greek pantheon, you figured rather early on that your father was the kind of deity to keep out of things that didn’t concern him.

Sins of the father or whatever. You thought to yourself as you remembered that you had left Nico completely hanging for the past five minutes for an explanation.

‘He was the only one who actually gave a shit if I stayed in camp or not.’ You replied and Nico’s brows went towards his hairline, knowing all too well how isolating being the child of Hades was or even just a child of the big three in general, but people quickly warmed up to Percy and Jason but still had caution when addressing you or him.

‘That’s it? Is the bar truly in hell.’ Nico snides as he looks at Luke from the corner of his eye, wondering what the son of Hermes could possibly provide for you. He couldn’t see the appeal as you did but Nico didn’t exactly think there were many good romantic options for you at camp or anywhere for that matter, this didn’t mean he couldn’t see that Luke was attractive and popular but outside of the obvious Nico wasn’t fully convinced that Luke was worth you.

Greatest swordsman at camp or not it was going to take a lot more for Nico to even consider taking Luke seriously.

You groan as you put your hands on your hips. Seriously Nico? You barely knew me a month ago and all of a sudden you’re boxing your opinions on my love life?’

Nico mimics your stance as his dark eyes flare with protectiveness. ‘Someone has to keep an eye on your supposed love interests and make sure there is no ulterior motive underneath.’ You couldn’t help but smile at your younger brother as you ruffle his hair affectionately before pinching his cheeks.

‘Oh is my brave little brother going to fight off all my suitors for me? How sweet.’ You mocked before laughing when Nico bats your hands away from his cheeks.

‘Shut up.’ He grumbles but before you could mess with him some more, like all good older siblings do, you heard a familiar laugh and immediately stilled in your place as Nico’s eyes darkened with weariness. ‘Castellan, what do you want.’ Nico looks the head counsellor of the Hermes cabin up and down with scrutiny as you only nudged him in the side for his lack of filtering his words.

‘Nothing much, just saw you guys and thought I’d check it out.’ Luke said casually as he looked over at you and smiled, making you smile back almost immediately as you could feel yourself practically melt under his dark gaze and perfect smile. Oh you knew you were a goner the moment you started to comforted his laugh your favourite sound and his eyes your favourite colour.

It should be made illegal with the feelings like made you feel but you’d be lying if feeling as weak as you did in his presence didn’t feel good. You know you should pride yourself more and all, however you couldn’t help but downplay yourself in front of Luke in hopes of seeming more appealing to him, but you’d couldn’t help as some seeds of doubt to creep into your mind regarding whether or not Luke would risk being seen with a child of hades.

Nico huffs. ‘You’ve checked it out, seen nothing out of the ordinary, so does that mean you’re going to leave us alone preferably now?’

‘Nico.’ You nudge your brother in the side once more, giving him your best side eye, hoping that he’d understand that now wasn’t the time for his sharp jabs and hostility towards your crush but you knew you were asking for too much. Luke on the other hand only laughs at Nico’s words, not taking offence to anything being said, which only made Nico frown even more as his confident attitude almost came across as too cocky for his liking.

Seriously Nico wanted to desperately understand what it was that you see in that guy?

‘It’s fine, it’s fine I just thought I’d pay my favourite a visit and hope that they might want to join me down by the lake this afternoon.’ Luke replies as he slings an arm over your shoulder, drawing you into his side as he watches you with a look that made you feel as though you were being truly looked at. You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle as you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, and a warmth spread throughout your chest from just his touch alone, you’ve had been in this position before and yet it never fails to make you feel wanted with how casual Luke was with his affection with you.

Hell even after his touch disappeared along with him as he’s taken elsewhere you were left with the lingering want to keep his arm on your shoulder forever. You didn’t think yourself as someone who was desperate for touch or to have someone constantly providing you with physical affection, if anything you weren’t particularly keen with it as you were quite cold to the touch, a weird perk of being the child of hades was to seemingly have the body temperature of a dead body; Yet you didn’t mind if it was Luke was the one to touch you.

‘Yes.’

‘No.’

You and Nico looked at one another in matching narrowed glares.

‘Yes.’ You spit.

‘No.’ Nico retorts back.

‘I’m going whether you like it or not little shade.’ You whispered to your little brother as you looked over a Luke with a smile. ‘I’m totally free this afternoon, absolutely for nothing else happening other than hanging with you at the lake.’ You chuckled awkwardly as you gave him finger guns that you immediately regret soon after, especially upon hearing Nico try not to laugh himself at your forced attempts of being cool. ‘Is anyone else going to be there by chance?’ You added.

‘I was kinda hoping it would just be me and you really.’ Luke says as he rubs the back of his head almost sheepishly. ‘Hope that’s okay.’ God you hated Luke and his beautiful brown eyes and how they made you feel.

‘That’s fine!’ You exclaimed. ‘That’s great even.’

‘Great.’ Luke beamed and it looked like he wanted to say something else but he heard his name being called across camp and his shoulders deflated, something only Nico seemed to have noticed, and he looked back at you with a sympathetic expression. ‘See you later ghost flower.’ He says sweetly as he pulls away from you, leaving you to try not to vocalise your hatred of the departure of his warmth.

‘See you.’ You and Nico watched as Luke walked away from you both and a silence lingered between to two of you, at least until Nico felt it appropriate to let his thoughts be known.

‘I still don’t like him.’ He tells you, arms cross over his chest, glaring at Luke’s back.

‘You don’t like anybody.’ You shot back at him, seeing him shrug from the corner of your eyes, unbothered at your jab.

‘Yeah that might be true but I don’t like him for the fact that he likes you.’ Nico said and you could only see this afternoon with Luke go horribly wrong if your brother was lingering in the shadows of your not date with the Hermes boy.

[folkwhoreberry]

Hello hope you are having a warm day! I have a percy jackson x reader request if you don't mind!

Percy mistakenly hurting reader like in a game of capture the flag reader is on the opposite side and when reader is about to get Percy team flag Percy in a fit of adrenaline hurts reader?

If not your writing style you don't have to do it at all! Thank you for your time to!

Snakes And Stones Never Broke My Bones

percy jackson x reader

or... the one where playing capture the flag on opposite teams wasn’t quite the best idea

word count : 605

warning : mentions of a cut and blood, english is not my first language!!!

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sweat dripped down your forehead.

you were so, so close to winning capture the flag. sneaking in behind Percy with the long stick you found in the woods, ready to push him away from here he’s standing in front of his team’s blue flag, guarding it. you held the long piece of wood up, and slowly, as quietly as possible, crept behind him and managed to position the stick behind his back, ready to attack.

but, he could sense you. he could smell you, feel your presence. yet in a moment or an adrenaline rush, he didn’t recognize you right away, too caught up in the game. he turned around in a split second, willing out his pen-sword and pointing it at you before his face quickly switching from being alarmed by the predator to calming down once he saw that it was you.

what he didn’t notice though, was how close the blade of his sword was to your arm.

he cut you right on your upper arm. he reached up to touch it but you push him away.

“shit, shit... you alright, sunshine? I’m so sorry, baby..” he quickly apologized, dropping his gold sword to the ground as you dropped your wooden stick as well. tears welled up in your eyes, your hand coming up to cover the bruise on your bicep, a whimper leaving your lips as the pain of the scrape finally hit you.

“i-it hurt, perce…” you whined, feeling your boyfriend’s arms wrapping around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. “so sorry, angel. I'm so, so sorry…” Percy mumbled into your hair, leaning his head down to press a few comforting kisses to the top of your head. “is there anything I can do?” he asked, clearly wanting to help you with your pain.

“let me look, yeah?” he said, pulling away from you, taking your hand in his, and moving it away from your injured arm. fixating his eyes on the scratch, he saw exactly where his sword cut through your skin and left an open wound trickling with blood. “this might leave a scar, princess…” percy whispered, letting go of your arm and leaning in closer to your face to kiss away your tears. he reached up to his left shoulder, ripping the hem of his shirt’s sleeve. bringing it to your hand, he slid the fabric over your arm and up to the cut, wrapping it tightly over the wound to help stop the building and keep it as clean as possible. “oh, my angel…” he said with a sigh, wrapping his arms around you once again, resting his chin on top of your head and holding you close to himself. “want me to give you the flag for free as of saying sorry?” he asked, making you sniffle and sob-laugh at his words. “mmh, maybe…”

“go ahead, honey.” percy said while laughing, releasing you from his hold and pushing you slightly toward the flag. reaching out your hand, you take the blue flag in your healthy hand and take it out of the ground, holding it up above your hand just as your game teammates reached the secluded spot with the rival team chasing behind them, the red team chanting in delight as they saw that they won while the blue team audibly sighed in defeat.

“you know I could have done it without your help, right?” you whispered, just loud enough for percy to hear but quiet enough so that the other won’t hear you. he snickered, “sure you would, angel. keep telling that you yourself.”

“now, can I take you to the infirmary?”

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a/n : was listening to hamilton while writing this lol took some inspiration, try to find the reference!!

[dreamdragonkadia]

p.jackson x reader

You weren’t sure when exactly Percy started calling you “love.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You could pinpoint the first time he said it, but when it became his default for you? That was harder to place. If anyone asked Percy what he found most exciting about being in a relationship, he'd grin and say, "The nicknames, obviously." And oh, did he try plenty.

It started with the classics. “Babe” lasted for a solid few months. You’d hear it at random moments—whether he was tossing you a can of soda during a movie marathon or tugging you into a last-minute hug before a quest. But one day, as he passed you a granola bar while training, he made a face. "You deserve better than 'babe,'" he’d declared, like it was some sort of grand epiphany. “Too generic. You’re… you’re you.”

And so began Percy’s experimentation phase.

“Princess” made its debut during a campfire. You’d rolled your eyes at him, calling it “cheesy,” but he insisted it suited you. “Come on, it’s perfect. You’re badass enough to take on a cyclops but still fancy enough to deserve a tiara.” It stuck, kind of, but only when he was in an especially playful mood.

Then came “Beautiful.” It wasn’t anything special at first, just something he blurted one morning while handing you a plate of pancakes. But the way his face turned pink when he realized what he’d said made it impossible for you to tease him about it. That one lingered, though it was mostly reserved for quiet moments—soft whispers when the world felt like too much or murmurs as he held your hand under the stars.

But “Sweetheart”? That one had a purpose. It was Percy’s go-to for calming you down, for reminding you to breathe when your ADHD made the world spin too fast or when the stress of demigod life crept in. “Sweetheart,” he’d say, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We’ve got this. I’ve got you.”

Then came “love.” And oh, did that one stick. You remember the first time he said it like it was yesterday. You’d been on a date, the rare kind where monsters weren’t interrupting and the world wasn’t crashing down on your shoulders. Somewhere along the night, the heel of your shoe broke. Classic demigod luck. Percy, being ever the gentleman, crouched down in the middle of the street without hesitation. His fingers were deft as he worked, steadying the broken strap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hold still,” he muttered, his warm hands brushing against your ankle as you wobbled slightly. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders for balance, and he glanced up at you with that crooked smile you loved so much.

When he finished, he pressed a kiss to your thigh, his lips lingering for just a second. “There you go, love,” he said, his voice soft, intimate in a way that made your chest feel tight and warm all at once.

You blinked down at him, heart pounding a little faster. It wasn’t the word itself that got to you—it was how he said it. Casual, like it had always been yours, but with an undercurrent of something so deep it nearly knocked the breath out of you.

Since then, it’s stuck, weaving itself seamlessly into your lives. He’ll toss it out when you least expect it—“What do you want for dinner, love?” or “Careful, love, that monster looks meaner than usual.” And every time he says it, your stomach does a little flip.

Because Percy Jackson doesn’t just say “love” like it’s a word. He says it like it’s a promise.