#Percy jackson x reader

[xoxochb]

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“where’re you going?”

percy tugs you back by your waist. you groan and throw your head back to face him. “to clean up? shower?”

“what if I like you like this?” he presses a spider-man kiss to your lips.

you grimace. “you’re weird. I’m leaving.”

“I prefer the word charming.”

percy’s opposite arm wraps around your waist also, tugging you farther away from the edge of the bed. the sheets grow far more tangled around your legs at the simple action.

“well I prefer the word weird.”

“and I prefer you stay in bed with me.” his mouth finds your love-bitten neck, adding onto it.

with the palm of your right hand, you find his bare chest to steady yourself. your other hand finds his shoulder. “I’m going to get up in the next ten minutes regardless.”

“five minutes.”

the things you do for this boy.

you sigh. “fine. but five’s all you get.”

you feel percy’s smile against your neck before he pulls back and kisses your forehead. “atta girl.”

you roll your eyes and untangle yourself from the mess of sheets and blankets. you begin with sitting up properly, then flattening out the first blanket. once comfortable, you re-intertwine yourself against percy.

he drops his nose to your hair, inhaling it deeply. “I want ice cream.”

“you’re proving my point.”

“well I’m hungry. I’m sorry for feeling basic human needs, sweet girl, I’ll remember that for next time.”

“you were literally just inside— you know what, that’s fine.”

you drop your head into his shoulder in defeat. his hand rubs your side to soothe you. “I’m trying to earn you a win-win. I get to have ice cream and you get to shower.”

“a shower to myself? that is a win.” you nod acceptingly, stifling a laugh.

percy pinches your waist. “I think you’re forgetting that I can make it the worst shower of your life.”

once, after twenty minutes of begging him to rinse, he had reluctantly let you go. this also came with a frigid shower and awful water pressure.

“fine,” you sigh. “you can join me.”

“you’re so kind, sweet girl.”

“you just blackmailed me.”

“the sweetest girl…”

“you’re changing the subject.”

“… an angel.”

“shut the—” you stop yourself. “hell up.”

“say fuck,” percy encourages.

“‘only those who cannot express themselves intelligently—”

he drops his mouth to your cheek for a swift kiss. “I know you want to.”

you so do.

you sit up and grab his hand, tugging him off the bed with you. “you’re fucking annoying. now let’s shower before I change my mind about a round two.”

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ lot of pretty boys, lot of funny business

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — percy has missed you, and dang wait to show you just how much

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — just a little bit freaky nothing explicit

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“angel,” percy crooned, slipping behind you and slipping his arms around your waist. you melted into his warmth, head lolling back between his muscled pecs.

“hey, babe,” you hummed, smiling at the feel of your boyfriend holding you in his arms.

“i missed you, gorgeous,” he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “missed your face, your lips,” he held you closer, trailing kisses along your jawline. suckling on the spot just bellow your ear. “your voice,” a small gasp escaped your lips.

“percy, we’re in public,” you sighed, but you couldn’t help but curl closer into him, tilting your head allowing him more aces to your neck.

“so…” he said, his hands tightening on your hips, rubbing circles along your hip bones. “i need you, angel,” he groaned, “haven’t seen you in so long,”

“it’s only been two days, percy,” you laughed, but percy growled quietly, tugging you closer. his hands slipping down your thighs.

“have you not missed me?” he questioned, lips on your neck, “did my gorgeous girl not need me while i was gone?”

“percy,” you sighed, “of course i did, i always miss you,” you replied, turning in his arms so that you could face him, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck. percy grinned at you, that charming smile that made your knees weaken.

“then love me, angel,” he pleaded, slipping his hands beneath your thighs and cocking them up so that they wrapped around his hips. he was so strong. effortlessly so. the way he could easily support your weight as though it were nothing and still hold that gorgeous smile that swept you off your feet.

his long tan arms holding you so impossibly close, you wanted him closer. so so much closer.

“baby,” you whispered, finally drawing his lips to yours.

percy kisses you as though you were the air in his lungs, the stars in his sky, his entire world held in his grasp.

he kissed like he would never kiss you again, would never feel the caress of his lips on yours, the slide of your tongue against his.

kissing percy was something like you had never felt before, you adored his lips on yours, would sacrifice everything for just five more minutes of being his. and only his.

“oh, my gorgeous, lovely girl,” percy said against your lips. “never leaving you again,’ he declared, running his fingers down your sides and playing with the hem of your top. “can’t,” he declared, kissing you deeply.

“won’t let you,” you hummed, feathering kisses along his lips and across his cheeks, “the gods have had you long enough, you are mine,” you said, sucking his earlobe into your mouth.

“oh, gorgeous you are gonna get us in trouble,” percy chuckled, swinging you around so that your back was pressed against a tree. you were sure there were probably nymphs pressed together giggling about the pair of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as percy slipped his fingers up your top, squeezing your breasts.

“fuck,” you groaned, lopping your fingers through the belt buckles of his shorts. “i love you, love you so much,” you whimpered, as percy pressed closer, his flush against yours.

“i love you’re more, gorgeous girl,” percy swore, words sweeter that a promise.

“prove it,” you hummed and percy dove straight back in, determined to prove himself.

[mehwmidklpe]

hiiii, i have a request. So its a Percy x reader where reader and Percy meet up at the beach to go on a little date, but Percy arrived early and waits but starts to draw readere initial in the sand like a love sick puppy (and maybe starts talking about her to some sea creature) and then she comes and sees percy and just smiles and realized yup that's the love of my life:)

Thank you beforehand!!!!

that's so cute!!

Yes, Percy knows the date wasn't planned till after like 10 to 20 minutes. But what's wrong with being early to make sure everything is perfect?

After many years, Percy Jackson, the most oblivious demigod of all time finally got the courage to ask you on a date.

He hadn't expect you to call him out as an idiot for taking so long to ask that question.

But hey! At least you didn't judo-flip him. And he got a date on the beach out of it, too!

After Percy had set everything up, he was sitting on the picnic blanket, waiting for you to arrive. He was so happy, like he's litteraly a lovesick idiot.

So lovesick he found himself drawing your intial in the sand with a cute smile on his face.

But when he heard a sound and looked up, he didn't see anyone. When he looked back at the sand and the intial of the most beautiful name he'd ever heard, he saw a turltle.

"Ohh. Hey little guy! What's your name?"

He frowned as he heard the turtle answer. "No name yet? Well then I'll give you one!" He started thinking.

"Ooh! How about Leo- No, wait, not Leonardo. I know a boy named Leo. He's pretty cool, but you deserve the best ninja turtle name out there. Michelangelo." He decided.

"Yeah he's totally my favorite." He then said as he watched the turtle crawl towards the pizza he had set on the blanket.

"Woah there buddy. I know turtles love pizza. So do I. But that pizza is reserved for a special lady."

Percy felt a smile growing on his lips as the turtle spoke to him again. "Yeah.. I have a date with this amazing girl. It's our first one. I still can't believe she said yes."

The son of Poseidon hadn't even noticed a sea star coming up to him. "Oh, another friend! What's your name? Also none. Mhmm.." The boy started thinking of a name again.

"Patrick. You're definitely a Patrick." He nodded.

"Wait? About my date? You heard that?" He asked the sea star as the turle crawled atop of him.

A giddy smile rested on his lips at the thought of you. "Her name is Y/n." He looked at the turtle once he heard his voice.

"I know Mickey, that's a beautiful name. But not as beautiful as she herself." Once the star asked about you, Percy knew there was no way back.

So now he found himself talking to at least 18 sea animals. Some of them were in the sea, but you could still see them, others were sitting right infront of Percy.

And Michelangelo, of course, sat in Percy's palm.

Gods did Percy feel like a disney princess.

"Yes, Flounder, she took all of them out. Singelhandedly." Percy confirmed to the fish at the edge of the sea.

"Squidward! Language!" He said to the octopus. "But yeah she's a fucking badass." He silently agreed, but every creature heard it.

Percy turned to the other fish. "Nemo. What did I tell you? She's not going to marry you. I will be her future husband, okay?"

"Don't worry, Alberto. We'll do two weddings. One in land and one in the sea. You can all be there, I'm sure she'll love you guys!"

He then looked at the crab. "Yes Sebastian. Y/n is the most beautiful, gorgeous girl you'll ever see! She's breathtaking! Divine! Aphrodite loosk like shit next to her! I don't understand how she's not full goddess, but I can totally see her godly half."

"Why thank you, you don't look too bad yourself."

Percy froze at the sound of that voice. The voice he'd recognize anywhere. He gulped and turned around to see you in all your glory.

"Y/-Y/n." He stammered.

When he heard the voice you couldn't hear, he leaned in closer to Michelangelo on his hand.

"Yes Mickey, I told you she's breathtaking." He wishpered to the turtle, agreeing to what the turtle said about your appearence.

Oh yeah, this boy is totally your endgame.

You stiffled a giggle as you walked over to him.

It was only then that Percy let his eyes rank over your body, taking in your outfit, your hair, your eyes, everything about you.

"You look–" "I heard you the first sixteen times, Percy." You said as you sat down next to him.

You tilted your head, lookign at the sand. "Is that my name?" By now, the intial had turned into your full name with hearts and stars around them.

Percy had done that while he rambled on about you to his new sea friends.

"No? It's your dyslexia who's fooling you." Percy lied. "I can read, Percy." You state.

He stayed quiet for a bit, before his head turned back to look at you again.

"I uh.. I got us pizza! Well actually Connor traveled to new york and get me some for us. He wanted to go to Italy first, I don't really know why the plans changed." Percy said, adjusting the two boxes of pizza.

"And uh.. I got us some cola, too. Don't tell Mr. D that I stole the from him though.. Uhm.. And I got some other snacks if you–"

"It's perfect Percy. Thank you." You assure him, taking his hand in yours.

The son of Poseidon fel the heat rise up to his cheeks, and you didn't hear it, but the animals were all 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing'.

"Now back to the whole 'talking about me to some animals' topic. You said you wanna marry me." You recalled with a smile.

Percy froze, he had no idea what to do.

"Uhm.. Well- I didn't- I mean we're still young, a-and we're not even an actual couple so.." His voice trailed of, noticing how stupid he sounded.

You bit your lip. "If you ask me we might just be one."

Did you just say that?

Like actually?

"Uhm.. Y/n.. would you want to be my girlfrie– Wait. You're not messing with me, right??" Percy asked you. "I'm not, Seaweedbrain."

Percy shot a look at the octopus. "Shut up squidward! Only Y/n gets to call me that!"

And you giggled. "You're cute, Percy Jackson. And yes, I would like to be your girlfriend." You smile again.

His heart was racing faster than a black marlin can swim. "That–That's cool–yeah.. cool." He tried to play it off, but even the animals weren't buying it.

Then Percy's eyes randomly widened. "No, we're not gonna do that!" Percy shot back at Patrick. "What'd they say?" You ask him. "He said. that we should kiss."

You frown at that. "And you're not gonna listen to him? C'mon Perce, he's a star." You say to him.

The sea anmilas were probably encouraging him cause he looked around at them.

Then finally, he scooted closer to you. "Is this okay with you?" He asks you, tone soft. You nod. "Yeah."

And so his lips found yours in a soft, loving, sea-animal-proof kiss.

The animals cheered, but it honestly sounded like a ton of gibberish to you, especially the sound that came from the dolphin who's name you did not know.

It didn't matter though, cause Percy Jackson was kissing you.

When you pulled away, he smiled. "Was that okay?" You nod again. "More than okay."

This time, you both blushed.

"So..?"

"Yes Percy. They're invited to the wedding."

And the animals cheered again.

[shootingstargirl2001]

Dark!Percy jackson x reader

Type of fic: Headcannons

Warnings: Violence, tartarus i guess

This is for my lovley lovley mutal @simpingmyassoff (i love you so much)

PostTartarus!Percy who comes back with a mysterious glint of something in his eyes, something far from mishcheif and defntily not fear, something dark and truly terrfiying.

PostTartarus!Percy who very quicklky starts to abandon akll his camp responsablties such as training the younger campers in swordfighting or helping the naiads clean the lake (aka him clean up trash while they stare at him) which you brush off to him needing some time to process his time in tartarus

PostTartarus!Percy who starts dissappearing into the woods randomly or leaves camp without warining for sometimes weeks straight

PostTartarus!Percy who after one of his week long dissapperances comes back seemingly back to normal, no quick flinches or gritting his teeth ever so slighlty when the sun goes down, no more abandoing his lessons or helping the naiads at the lake

Dark!Percy who ends up putting the a camper (first of many) in serious condition in the camp infimary for looking at you for a littl too long and a little too hard.

[xoxorory]

Vows, Vows, and a Wedding Plans with Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader Genre: Humor | Fluff | Word Count: ~1.8K Warning: English si not my 1st lenguage lol Requested by: @simpingmyassoff

It had been a long time since Percy and I started our relationship. Four years together, almost five. Sometimes it felt like everything was a dream, as if the world was brighter when we were together. Him, with his carefree attitude, and me, always lost in my thoughts, but with one certainty: Percy Jackson would be my future. And no, I wasn't exaggerating.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Percy asked, looking at me from the door of the cabin.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, covering the notebook where I had been planning every detail of our wedding. I knew he would never take me seriously if he saw it.

"Sure," he responded, knowing something was up. He came closer and sat down beside me. "Can I see what you're writing?"

I sighed. There was no turning back now. We had already talked about getting married young, and of course, we had so many ideas in mind. It wasn't crazy considering what we were: demigods, with such uncertain lives that we thought the best thing was not to waste time.

"The thing is..." I started, looking at the notebook I had already started filling with drawings, colors, and details. "I've got the whole wedding planned."

Percy looked at me curiously, narrowing his eyes.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. What I want is for it to be on the beach," I said, getting excited. "It's perfect, don't you think? A small wooden bridge, like those that go over the water, so the dress doesn't touch the sand. In light blue and white. And a wedding cake with those colors, light blue and white, with pink details."

Percy stared at me in silence for a moment, then let out a low laugh, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you serious?" he asked, smiling as always.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "The vows, Percy. The ceremony. And the speech... well, I want your mom and my mom to give it."

Percy looked at me a little confused, and I saw his eyebrow raise. Sometimes I forgot how inexperienced he was with these things.

"Sally and... and my mom?" Percy seemed even more puzzled.

"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes. "Aphrodite has her... ways. And Sally has to be part of this, she's your mom! Besides, who better to talk about love than the two of them?"

Percy leaned back, propping his arms on the sand. "You surprise me, you know? I didn’t imagine you had all this in mind."

"Oh, Percy," I said, looking at the sea. "It’s just that it’s something I can’t get out of my head. I’ve been thinking about this since we were fourteen. I always knew we’d be something bigger than anything else in this camp."

Percy looked at me with tenderness, as if all of this made more sense than I realized.

"You know... I don’t care about the cake’s color or what the dress is like," he said, standing up to come closer. "All I want is for you to be my wife. I don’t care if it’s on the beach, in the activity room, or even underwater."

I laughed, feeling my heart race. He always said things with such confidence that sometimes it scared me. It was so natural for him, like there was no challenge in our relationship.

"You’re a mess," I said, touching his cheek.

"I know. That’s why I fell in love with you."

Percy grinned from ear to ear. Then he leaned toward me, taking my face in his hands with that intensity that left me breathless.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a promise that was deeper than any words.

I felt a little embarrassed by how sudden the moment was, but I didn’t pull away. I leaned in to kiss him softly.

"And I love you," I replied, never breaking eye contact.

We were ready to face whatever came our way. We knew what we wanted, and although the demigod life made it difficult, we would face it together.

Percy laughed between kisses and pulled back a little to look at me.

"What I want is for all of this to be real. And if that beach wedding with the pink cake becomes a reality, I don’t care."

I gave him a little shove, laughing.

"Wait, and you haven’t thought about your vows? What would you say, Percy Jackson?"

His face lit up with a conspiratorial expression.

"I’ve got it figured out," he said, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I promise I’ll always be with you, even when the sea is about to swallow us. And I promise nothing will separate us, not even the roughest waters."

"That’s not a very romantic vow, huh?" I said, laughing.

"It’s what I’ve got," he said, winking. "Does it work for you?"

I just nodded, feeling that my future with him would be everything I had dreamed of and more.

And even though our life was chaotic and dangerous, we knew that anywhere, under any sky or by the sea, the only place we really wanted to be was together.

And with that, the future became a lot brighter.

[dreamdragonkadia]

Requested by @that-choir-girl I hope you enjoy! I'm so sorry it took me a minute to get to this. p.jackson/apollo!reader

It was a stupid hope.

Thinking Luke would come to his senses. That maybe the boy who once taught you how to shoot an arrow before you'd even been claimed would look at you—really look—and remember who he used to be.

But, he didn’t.

You hadn’t told anyone what he asked of you. Not Annabeth. Not Chiron. Definitely not Percy.

The guilt sat in your stomach like a rock. You hadn’t said a word about Luke’s offer—about his plan, about Kronos. You kept it buried, hoping it would fade.

You’d always been angry at the gods. At your father for waiting so long to claim you. But this? Joining Kronos? No. That line, at least, you wouldn’t cross.

Then Luke took Percy. Lured him away like it was nothing.

You didn’t even think. Couldn't think. You just ran—Annabeth and Grover close behind—praying to any god who might listen that you weren’t already too late.

'Please, please, please.'

You found them just as the sun was bleeding into the trees, orange and gold and too beautiful for how wrong everything felt.

Percy was on his knees. Sweating, pale, barely upright. And Luke was behind him, Backbiter angled at his throat.

“Don’t move,” Luke said, eyes locking on yours.

You froze, heart hammering. Grover's breathing went nonexistent beside you. Annabeth didn’t even blink, gripping her dagger like a lifeline.

One wrong step and that cursed blade would tear through Percy like paper.

“Luke,” you said, carefully. “Let him go.”

His grip tightened. “You should’ve joined me.”

“You’re hurting people.”

“I’m making things right.”

“By poisoning him?” Annabeth snapped, stepping forward.

Luke tilted his head like it’s no big deal. Like this was another day. “He’ll last long enough.”

You barely heard him. Your eyes were locked on Percy now—on the sickly purple veins crawling up from the gash in his side. Backbiter’s poison. You can practically feel it burning through his bloodstream.

Then Percy’s eyes flick to your side.

It’s subtle. Barely a twitch. But you know him well enough to understand.

A signal.

With whatever strength he had left, Percy slammed his shoulder into Luke’s leg, knocking him off balance just enough.

It’s all you need.

Annabeth moves first—quick as lightning, dagger drawn. Grover’s right behind her, charging like a goat possessed.

And you?

You go straight to Percy.

You drop to your knees beside him, tuning out the clash of the fight behind you.

His skin was burning. His lips were pale. He blinked up at you, slow and dazed, like he was trying to figure out if you were real.

“You came,” he murmured.

“Of course I did,” you whispered, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. “What, like I was gonna let you die out here?”

He gave a breathy sound that might’ve been a laugh—or a wheeze. “Not… my best day.”

You pressed your hands to the wound at his side. The magic came instinctively—warmth building in your chest and pouring into him, chasing the venom like light through smoke. Your father’s power was supposed to be sunlight and music. Right now, it felt more like fire and desperation.

Percy jerked under your hands, gasping. But he didn’t pull away.

You kept going until the poison was gone.

Behind you, there’s a grunt and a thud—then silence.

You turned to see Luke on the ground, Annabeth’s dagger at his throat, her eyes wild with fury. Grover stood nearby, panting hard, looking like he’d just headbutted a freight train.

Luke’s gaze flicked to you.

And for one second—just one—he looked like the boy you used to know. The one who showed you how to notch an arrow. The one who laughed with you by the campfire like the world was never going to end.

Then he moved.

Fast.

With a twist of his arm, an elbow to Annabeth’s ribs, and he was on his feet before anyone could stop him. She lunged after him, but he was already backing into the shadows of the trees.

“They’ll fail you again,” he warned, breath ragged. “And when they do… you’ll come looking for me.”

Then he vanished into the trees.

Percy slumped forward the moment he was gone, like his body had been held together by sheer will and now that will had snapped.

You caught him before he could hit the ground, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in close.

“I’ve got you,” you murmured.

He let out a shaky, warm breath against your neck. For a second, you thought he’d already passed out—until you felt his fingers curl gently into your shirt.

“Hey…” he whispered. “You’re not gonna… disappear too, right?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean…” He swallowed hard. “Could you… maybe stay? Just for a little while? I— I don’t really wanna be alone right now. Not after everything.”

There was something so soft, so Percy in the way he said it—like he was embarrassed to ask, like needing someone made him feel guilty.

You didn’t let him finish the thought.

“Of course,” you said, tucking your hand behind his head, gently guiding it to your shoulder. “I’m here. I’m staying.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just leaned into you, heavy and warm and still trembling slightly.

The walk back to camp was slow. He pressed into your side the entire way, head tucked into the crook of your neck like it was the only place that felt safe, one arm looped around your shoulders.

At some point, his hand found yours and didn’t let go.

You didn’t make him.

And honestly… you didn’t want to.

[csint3rlude]

THE BIG BANG THEORY ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ THE SEVEN

summary: the main seven dating someone with a nerdy interest.

authors note: i lied it’s kind of just the seven dating someone with an Interest cause the interest isn’t specified. aughhh okay guys. name of the fic (it’s not a fic) is based on the show the big bang theory which everyone should watch btw! gn reader. JASON IS A LITTLE OOC AND FRANKS IS SHORT I COULDNT THINK OF MUCH FOR THEM SORRY DONT KILL ME

word count: 1.1k || masterlist

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤPERCY JACKSON

percy encourages the fact you’re a nerd. it doesn’t matter what your interests are or how “nerdy” they may actually seem, he’s still just happy you’re passionate about something. it could be something that he normally wouldn’t be very interested in, but he’ll still sit there and listen to you talk for as long as you want.

percy slowly starts to accidentally memorize everything you tell him about your interest. over time he knows just as much as you do and corrects people when they get the information wrong.

percy will 100% buy something if it pertains to your interests or he thinks you’ll like it because it relates to said interest. soon enough because of him you have enough merch to fill two whole houses.

percy will probably slowly start to get as interested in it as you are. it could be something he’s absolutely never cared about before but because you like it suddenly he becomes an expert and gets into long conversations about your newly shared interest with you.

⋆｡° ✮ 𓅓 ANNABETH CHASE

annabeth is probably also interested in whatever your interest is. if not, she’s definitely heard of it before and can talk to you about it. she loves that you have something that you really like, even if it’s something a little nerdy. now, if it’s something really nerdy like science or something, she’s just as nerdy as you are and is ready for any long philosophical debate.

annabeth educates herself on your interest if it’s something she’s not familiar with. it doesn’t necessarily matter what it is, since she finds knowledge useful when it comes to just about anything. she’ll read up on it, do just about anything until she’s as interested as you are.

annabeth likes to talk about your interest with you. it’s mostly because she likes to see your own opinions and hear your own takes and thoughts on specific topics, but also slightly because she just likes knowing you’re comfortable ranting to her.

ˏˋ°•*⁀⚡︎ JASON GRACE

jason seems like he isn’t very interested, but deep down he is. he’ll sit there and let you talk while he works on something else and it’ll seem like he’s not paying attention and not listening, but he really is. he may not be fully engaged, but he’s keeping track of everything you say in his head and keeping it in mind.

jason surprises you by remembering things you tell him about your own interests. this can range from many things, from you just mentioning something and him being like “oh yeah, i remember that!” and then recalls whatever the topic is like he’s been rehearsing it and waiting for that moment to use his memorization.

jason doesn’t actually consume the media of whatever your interest is, but he still knows everything about it from listening to you and gets equally surprised when you update him on it. he’s all quiet and nodding along and then if there’s something kind of surprising he’s like “oh???” and wants you to tell him more

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི PIPER MCLEAN

piper also encourages your interest, but on a bigger level than percy does. she also gets invested in whatever your interest is right away so you guys are basically hyper-fixating together. if there’s something new to it, she’s finding you immediately so you guys can discuss it and share your opinions.

piper decides that if she gets any mercy pertaining to your guys’ newly shared interest, she’s co-owning it with you. what’s her is yours if you both like it. that goes for many things, but especially for your guys’ interest. sometimes, however, she gets something just for you to have that she borrows on occasion.

piper also probably very lightly makes fun of you for your interests. she doesn’t actually mean anything by it and it’s all very lighthearted since she’s also interested in it. she does it because it’s funny to her.

ৡ ✧˚ · . LEO VALDEZ

leo, like piper, would also make fun of you. he’d do it a little more often and meaner than her, but he still wouldn’t mean anything by it. he’d still let you rant to him, and would definitely encourage it when he’s not (jokingly) bullying you for liking it.

leo over time starts to actually kind of get interested in your interest himself and randomly suggests watching/reading it with you one day so he can tweak out with you, but doesn’t wanna actually admit it after making fun of you for so long.

leo eventually gets tired of pretending he doesn’t like it and gets into a very deep and philosophical conversation with you about your now shared interest, pretending he never made fun of you and acting like he’d liked it all along. he does it mostly as a joke. mostly.

leo would make you things pertaining to your interest. he either acts like it’s not a big deal or he expects something insane after doing it, but he’ll mostly make you a little figure or something because he likes knowing that he made you happy by doing something for you.

˚ ⋆｡˚ 𖢻 ⋆ HAZEL LEVESQUE

hazel thinks your interest is cute! she’d love for you to tell her all about it. she would sit there and listen to you yap for hours if necessary. she’s very intrigued and involved with the conversation as well, asking questions and committing certain important things to memory.

hazel 100% uses your interest to calm you down if you’re upset about something or just having a bad day. after she figures out what’s wrong and sits down with you and is sure you’re comfortable and in the mood to actually talk, she’ll ask very sweetly, “why don’t you tell me about your thing again? <3”

hazel would try really hard to like your interest, and it would probably work since she’s likely very easily entertained, but if it’s not something that particularly interests her she’ll still happily let you talk to her for hours and hours and still make it a mutual conversation.

.ೃ࿐ ➸ FRANK ZHANG

frank also finds your interest endearing. obviously he sits there and lets you talk, but he’ll also compliment any commodities you have related to your interest. he’ll even let you drag him around a store or something and stand there and let you talk about your interest if you see something relating to it in the store.

frank doesn’t actually try to commit everything you tell him to memory, it kinda just happens naturally. if he sees something he knows you’ll like that relates to said interest he’ll immediately remember if you have it or not or if it’s something you’d particularly want and gets it for you if he concludes it is.

[kioflerkira]

hello may i have a percy x reader when the reader feel really bad so percy decided to go in full teddy bear boyfriend mode to make her smile and hugs her please something cute... please

“ SMILE ”

warnings: fluff, cuddling, kissed pairings: p.jackson x reader summary: percy jackson, determined to cheer you up, smothering you with cuddles, kisses, and relentless affection until you finally smile.

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YOU WEREN’T HAVING A GREAT DAY. scratch that—you were having the worst day imaginable. everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, and now you were curled up in bed, sulking under a mountain of blankets, refusing to move.

and that’s exactly how percy found you.

he entered your cabin without knocking (because privacy was a joke to him at this point), took one look at you, all sad and wrapped in your blanket and let out a dramatic gasp. “oh no. it’s worse than I thought.”

you groaned, tightening the blankets around you. “go away, jackson.”

“absolutely not.” he marched over to your bed with purpose, and before you could protest, he flopped down on top of you, dramatically throwing his arms around the blanket pile. “this is an emergency.”

“percy, you’re crushing me.”

“no, I’m hugging the sadness out of you.”

“you’re suffocating me.”

“same thing.”

you wiggled under his weight, trying to escape, but he just tightened his grip, burying his face into your blanket-covered shoulder. “you’re not leaving this bed until I see a smile on that beautiful face.”

“then I hope you’re comfortable, because we’re gonna be here for a while.”

percy gasped like you had just told him his hair looked bad. “don’t say that. that’s the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard.”

you sighed, peeking out from under the blanket. “It’s just been a long day, percy.”

“I know,” he said softly. “that’s why I’m here. to make it better.”

you expected him to try something dumb, like telling a bad joke or making a goofy face, but instead, he started rubbing soothing circles on your back. his other hand brushed against your hair, combing through it gently. his movements were slow, comforting, and undeniably effective at breaking down your defenses.

“you’re like a highly energetic dog in human form,” you muttered.

he grinned. “and you’re my favorite person to cuddle.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away. his warmth was comforting, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself relaxing against him.

percy, being the absolute menace that he was, took this as his cue to smother you in even more affection. he started pressing exaggerated kisses all over your forehead, making loud “mwah” noises each time.

“percy—stop, oh my gods, that’s so annoying !” you tried to push him away, but he only grinned wider and tightened his arms around you.

“never !” he declared. “you will be loved whether you like it or not !”

you couldn’t help it—you laughed. It was a small one, barely there, but percy caught it instantly. he gasped dramatically again. “was that—was that a smile I just saw ?”

you huffed. “no.”

“liar !” he attacked you with even more cuddles, pulling you so close that you had no choice but to laugh again, this time louder. “ah-ha ! success ! my plan is working !”

you groaned, giving up and resting your forehead against his shoulder. “you’re an idiot.”

“but I’m your idiot,” he said smugly, tucking you under his chin. “and I’ll be here for as long as you need me.”

you sighed, but this time, it wasn’t in frustration—it was in relief. because as ridiculous as percy was, he always knew exactly what you needed.

and right now, you needed him.

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[alluringwaves]

ik everyone has this Luke hc but I need a summer reader and a “Where my hug at” Luke fic or hc and I love your writing and summer roberts reader smmm 🫶🫶🫶🫶

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ luke castellan thinks he’s slick, but summer!roberts!reader is not having it

summer!roberts!reader x luke castellan

The thing about Luke Castellan is that he is so predictable.

Like clockwork, he appears whenever you’re busy—which, in this case, means lounging on a deck chair, sipping an iced coffee, and tanning like the daughter of Aphrodite you are. Your sunglasses are on, your lip gloss is fresh, and your perfume is so potent you might as well be the human embodiment of a department store’s fragrance section.

Basically? You’re thriving.

Until Luke ruins it.

“Hey pretty girl, where my hug at?”

You don’t even flinch. Don’t even move, but you do have to suppress a shiver at his cringeness. You exhale through your nose and adjust your sunglasses, pretending you can’t hear him.

Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll disintegrate.

Luke, ever the menace, leans over your chair.

“C’mon, Princess. I know you heard me.”

“Unfortunately,” you say flatly. You finally turn to him, tilting your sunglasses down just enough to glare. “And stop calling me that.”

“What, Princess?”

You give him a very slow, very deliberate once-over. “You are not my type.”

Luke gasps, hand over his heart like you just mortally wounded him. “I’m everyone’s type.”

Annabeth, who has been standing nearby, watching this like it’s a live-action rom-com, snorts.

“She has a point,” Annabeth says.

Luke turns to her, looking betrayed. “Et tu, Wise Girl?”

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your iced coffee. The straw is pink, your nails are perfect, and everything about you is untouchable. Luke, on the other hand, is standing there looking so smug, so unfazed, that you know he’s going to keep pushing.

“You know what I think?” he says, leaning against the armrest of your chair like he belongs there.

“I don’t care,” you reply sweetly.

“I think,” he continues, completely ignoring you, “that you’re playing hard to get.”

You blink at him. Once. Twice. Then you reach for your Sol de Janeiro body mist and spray him directly in the face.

Luke chokes.

Annabeth wheezes.

“Oh my gods—” Luke stumbles back, waving his hands in front of his face. “WHAT IS THAT?”

“Brazilian Crush,” you say, inspecting your nails. “Now you smell good. You’re welcome.”

Luke is still coughing. “That was uncalled for!”

“You were breathing my air.”

Annabeth is gone. She’s doubled over, laughing so hard she might actually pass out. “I—I can’t—”

Luke glares at you, still recovering. “You think this is funny?”

“I think you’re annoying,” you reply. “But sure, let’s go with that.”

For a second, you think he might actually give up. But no—this is Luke. Luke never gives up. Instead, he straightens, rakes a hand through his stupid blond hair, and grins.

“You’re gonna fall in love with me eventually,” he says.

“Ew,” you reply automatically.

“See? You’re already obsessed.”

You grab your water bottle and chuck it at his head.

He dodges—barely—but his laugh echoes all the way down the hill as he jogs away, completely victorious.

Annabeth recovers enough to look at you, smirking. “You know he likes you, right?”

You sip your coffee, unimpressed. “I know he’s insufferable.”

“Uh-huh.”

You roll your eyes and go back to tanning. Luke Castellan is not your problem.

…But the fact that you kind of want to throw something else at him might be.

[multifamdomfan]

Could we possibly get some appreciation for Frank Zhang's muscles?

Absolutely! I've actually thought about this a lot and already wrote something about this but didn't publish it because I wasn't sure if anyone cares but I'll post it now.

The Frank Zhang Pull-Up Bar

Hazel had always known Frank was strong. She had seen him fight off monsters, lead an army, and, on more than one occasion, lift her like she weighed nothing at all. But lately, his strength had reached new levels. His Roman training had turned him into an absolute tank, and Hazel was not subtle about how much she admired it.

Percy, being Percy, was the first to call her out on it.

"You keep staring," he teased as they stood in the training yard of Camp Jupiter, watching Frank practice with his bow.

Hazel blinked, pretending she hadn't just been admiring the way Frank's arms flexed as he pulled back the string. "I do not."

"You so do," Percy said. "And honestly? I get it. I mean, look at those things. The guy could probably bench-press a centaur at this point."

Frank, oblivious to their conversation, had just finished his round of archery practice when Percy called out, "Hey, Zhang! How much weight do you think you can hold?"

Frank turned, frowning. "Uh. I don't know? Why?"

Hazel suddenly had a brilliant idea. "I bet you could hold both of us."

Frank looked startled. "Hold you how?"

Percy grinned. "Like a pull-up bar."

Frank blinked. "You want to—what?"

"You've got huge arms," Hazel said matter-of-factly. "We could totally do pull-ups on them."

Frank's face turned red. "That—that's not how arms work!"

Percy, ignoring him, had already moved into position. "C'mon, Zhang, don't be shy. Just hold them out like this—" He raised his own arms to demonstrate. "We'll grab on and see if we can do a couple of pull-ups. Easy."

Hazel clasped her hands together. "Please, Frank?"

Frank sighed, knowing there was no winning when Hazel looked at him like that. "Fine," he grumbled, extending both arms.

Hazel grabbed onto one. Percy took the other.

"Alright, on three," Percy said. "One, two—"

They both pulled up at the same time. To their surprise—and Frank’s—he barely wobbled.

Hazel let out a delighted laugh as she did a second pull-up. "Frank, you're amazing!"

"Yeah, dude," Percy said between breaths. "You're basically a living gym."

Frank, now fully red-faced, mumbled, "This is the weirdest compliment I've ever gotten."

Hazel, still hanging onto him, just smiled. "Get used to it, big guy."

Frank Zhang was used to being strong. He’d spent enough time training at Camp Jupiter to build muscle, and as a son of Mars, strength came with the territory. But he wasn’t used to people treating him like actual gym equipment.

And yet, here he was.

Percy and Hazel were hanging off of him like he was a pull-up bar, and worst of all? He was holding them up without even trying.

“This is ridiculous,” Frank muttered, though he didn’t actually put them down.

Hazel, still gripping his arm, beamed at him. “It’s impressive.”

Percy, hanging from Frank’s other arm, was grinning like an idiot. “Dude, you are literally the best workout equipment ever. We could start a whole new training regimen at Camp Jupiter. ‘Zhang-ercise.’”

Frank groaned. “You’re both insane.”

Hazel easily pulled herself up again, her braid swinging behind her. “Come on, Frank, just admit it—you’re ridiculously strong.”

Frank’s ears turned pink. “I mean, I guess—”

Percy tried to do another pull-up but wobbled slightly, adjusting his grip. “Okay, okay—serious question—if I shift my weight, can you still hold me?”

Before Frank could protest, Percy swung slightly to one side, putting all his weight on one arm. Frank, to his own surprise, barely felt it.

Hazel’s eyes widened. “Oh my gods, Frank! You’re not even shaking.”

“What is happening right now?” Frank muttered.

Percy cackled. “This is amazing. You’re, like, unmovable.”

Hazel, still clutching Frank’s arm, looked so proud of him that Frank felt like he might actually melt. “I always knew you were strong, but this?” She squeezed his bicep for emphasis. “This is next level.”

Frank, still holding them both like they weighed nothing, felt his entire face heat up. “I—uh—” He cleared his throat. “I’m just… glad you guys are having fun?”

Percy let go, dropping to the ground and shaking out his arms. “Okay, ten out of ten experience. I give ‘Frank Zhang, the Human Pull-Up Bar’ a perfect score.”

Hazel dropped down too, but instead of stepping back, she leaned up and kissed Frank on the cheek. “I give it eleven out of ten.”

Frank nearly forgot how to breathe.

Percy, watching this unfold, snickered. “Dude, your face is so red right now.”

Frank groaned and covered his face with his hands. “This is the worst.”

Hazel just laughed, slipping her hand into his. “No, Frank. You’re the best.”

[xoxochb]

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

a deep, peaceful silence infiltrates cabin three heavily. a long day it had been. but what you always found comforting was the end of that long day.

when you lay in bed, stuffing your face with ice cream and curling yourself into percy until you soon fall into the arms of hypnos for the night.

or not really night. on an average day you’d only end up falling asleep sometime in the am; two or three usually. but the idea is the same so whatever.

percy’s fingers twine through your hair in a soothing, continuous pattern that nearly has you falling asleep if not for the cold sweet treat you’re avidly eating.

your legs are in a tangle with his beneath blankets, skin brushing and rubbing against each other. he’s cold in comparison to your warmth and you think that’s another clear factor to why you have to be soulmates.

“I want a bite.”

you stick your spoon into the ice cream and then place it in percy’s mouth. he bites down on the spoon which makes you send him a glare in response until he lets it go.

“how much is left?”

“mhmm….. few bites?”

“good.” percy sighs in relief and attempts to look down at the bowl on his bare chest. “it’s cold.”

you giggle lightly. “I’ll eat it quick.”

like said, you begin shoving bites into your mouth until percy tugs faintly at your hair. “don’t eat too fast, sweet girl, you’ll get a brain freeze.”

you huff but nonetheless, finishing scraping the remainder in small, slow, portions. one finished, you remove the bowl from percy’s chest (thankfully to him) and place it on the nightstand.

then, you return back to previous position, head tucked against his shoulder. his hand returns instantly to your locks. he presses a kiss to your forehead softly.

“I’m not as tired now.”

“well, sweet girl, considering your sugar intake, I wonder why that is.”

you turn your head upwards and scowl at him. with his free hand, percy rubs his thumb over your bottom pouting lip. you reach out to bite it but he takes it back before you can.

“you are no fun.”

“I let you bite me plenty.” oh how you loved biting his biceps.

you don’t respond, but rub your face against his skin like a kitty.

“don’t go silent on me.”

“I’ve decided I’m falling asleep.”

“it’s good to have goals, sweet girl, I’m proud of you.”

you sigh and close your eyes. “joining me?”

percy doesn’t miss a beat before his response. “of course I am.”

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ i could see you ( up against the wall with me )

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — you hate being late, but maybe you don’t mind when it’s percy making you late

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — nothing explicit just some kissing

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you headed down past the cabins, humming quietly to yourself as you read over the schedule in your hand. it was your turn to teach the little ones how to use their swords, it was a tedious task, especially with all the new comers that had just arrived.

you were so focused on what routines you would run though that you didn’t notice a figure slipping out from his cabin and coming up behind you.

that was until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you side ways. you gasped quietly, gaze snapping up to meet percy’s ocean green eyes.

“percy?” you said, smiling up at your boyfriend who grinned impishly, leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

you slipped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close for a few moments before pulling back, tucking a strand of loose hair away from your face.

“hey, gorgeous,” he cooed, leaning in to kiss you again, but you pulled away, slipping your fingers over his lips. percy smirked, pressing a kiss to each of your fingertips.

“i’m gonna be late, percy,” you said, but the boy only shook his head, messy golden curls falling around his face. the mid day sun framing his face in buttery light , haloing him as though he were some kind of god. it was hard to believe that percy was the son of poseidon when he looked so ethereal beneath the summer sun. you would have believed he could be a son of apollo, if you hadn’t seen him with a bow and arrow.

“for what?” percy asked, already leaning back in, capturing your hand in his own and lifting it over your head. you were helpless to stop him, allowing him to kiss you again. this time he kissed you deeply, tongue slipping past the seams of your lips with ease. he slowly backed you up until your back was pressed against firm wood.

“i have a class,” you whispered against percy’s lips, but he ignored you, hands slipping down your hips. clutching at the waist band of your shorts. “percy,” you whined, hands slipping into the boys golden blonde locks.

“just one more,” he said, “just give me one more, sweet girl,” he pleaded, voice dropping and octave, sweeter that a promise.

you were helpless against him, drawing him in until you were only a breath away. flushes pressed together, his hands slipping through your belt loops. thumbs rubbing circles on your hip bones.

percy kissed as though he would never kiss you again, as though you were the air in his lungs. the stars in his sky, the entire universe so intrinsically twined into one human girl. you would sacrifice the sun for another kiss from him.

“you can go now,” percy said, lips only inches from yours. you could still feel his breath on you, smell the salt and citrus on his skin.

“you bastard,” you groaned, head falling back, percy laughed. that beautiful sound.

“sorry, sweet girl,” he whispered, pressing another cheeky kiss to your lips before gently guiding you away, hands on your hips and leading you away. down the path beside the poseidon cabin towards the training area.

[nessanooska]

gang mark grayson and pwrcy javkson i love yhem hoth so mych

i hate having to choose one dr at a time, party poopers

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[xoxorory]

You're Going to Make It Up to Me (Or Should I Remind You?)

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader + cabin councilor Genre: Humor | Fluff | +18 (light, suggestive) Word Count: ~3000 POV: Second person Warning: English si not my 1st lenguage lol

The week had been a mess. Between the jealousy fight in your cabin, the stolen makeup drama, and the existential crisis of a demigod who swore he was in love with a tree nymph (again), you hadn't had a second to breathe. Let alone see your boyfriend.

Yes. Your boyfriend. Percy Jackson, the one and only son of Poseidon, your personal merman with eyes greener than the Caribbean waters and a smile capable of disarming you faster than a celestial sword.

And you had neglected him.

A lot.

So much that right now, he was leaning against the door of Cabin 10, arms crossed, his wet shirt sticking to his chest (he'd probably just been swimming), and an eyebrow arched, screaming: "We need to talk, princess."

—"Hey, Percy..." —you said, knowing exactly which face to put on. Slightly parted lips, big eyes, that guilty puppy dog look. The full Aphrodite daughter combo.

It didn't work.

—"Hey? Is that all you have to say after a week without seeing me?" —his tone wasn't really annoyed. More like... playful. And that was even more dangerous.

—"I've been busy," —you replied, trying to slip past him, but he didn’t move.

—"Busy ignoring me, yes." —He leaned a little closer, his voice now lower—. "But don’t worry. I have ideas for you to make it up to me."

And there it was. That spark in his eyes. Mischievous. Provocative. Totally Percy.

—"Ideas?" —you asked, smiling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

—"Oh, yes. Several. But let's start simple. A date. Now."

—"Now? Percy, I have to help Lila find her lost gloss and then help Drew with—"

He grabbed your wrist, gentle but firm. That way you knew he wasn’t forcing you, but he definitely wasn’t going to let go until you gave in.

—"Drew can survive without you." —He winked—. "I can’t."

You huffed. Dramatically, of course.

—"Fine," —you said, letting him guide you—. "But only because you look really good wet."

—"Oh yeah?" —He smirked—. "Then get ready, because that's not the only thing that's going to be wet tonight."

You blushed, playfully hitting him on the arm.

—"Percy!"

—"What? Me? Innocent."

Liar. Liar with abs.

Twenty minutes later, you're sitting by the lake with Percy. He had brought food stolen from the mess hall (because, according to him, "a date is a date"), and you had given in faster than you'd like to admit.

The moon reflected on the water, and the vibe was definitely "this is going to end with someone soaked."

—"You know?" —you say while biting a grape—. "You make me feel guilty for neglecting you."

—"That's because you should feel guilty." —He pretended to be offended—. "Your boyfriend, incredible, handsome, world-saver, abandoned. Like a merman on the sand."

—"Gods, you're dramatic."

—"You put me with kids from Apollo, and I get their theatrical tendencies."

—"What if I make it up to you with a kiss?" —you ask, leaning in a bit.

—"One? That barely covers Monday."

You smile and kiss him.

Slowly.

Intentionally.

His lips are soft, but the kiss isn’t. His hands go to your waist, and before you know it, you're sitting on his lap. When he pulls away, he has that half-lost, half-fired-up look that you love.

—"Okay. That covers Monday and Tuesday. But there are still five days left."

—"Five? Weren’t there only three?"

—"I multiply by emotional intensity."

—"You’re making up rules."

—"I’m a demigod. That’s what we do."

You laugh, and before you can respond, Percy leans in and kisses your neck. Not a chaste kiss. A slow, deliberate one. And your body reacts instantly.

—"Percy..." —you whisper, but even you aren't convinced that you want to stop him.

—"Sshh" —he says against your skin—. "I told you I had ideas."

His hand slides up under your shirt, caressing your back. His fingers are cold, as if they still have remnants of lake water, and the contrast with your warm skin makes you shiver.

Your lips meet again, and this time, there’s no subtlety. Your hands tangle in his wet hair as he pulls you closer, as if trying to merge with you.

The idea doesn't disgust you.

Not at all.

But you're at camp.

Outdoors.

—"Percy... we're in public."

—"Behind the biggest tree by the lake. No one comes here at this hour."

—"You’re a mess."

—"And you love me."

And of course, you did.

How could you not love someone who knew all your weak spots... and used them to make you laugh, sigh, and curse at the same time?

—"One more minute," —you murmur, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

—"All the time you want, princess."

The next day, you return to your cabin with your hair a mess, marks on your neck (thank the gods, they’re discreet), and a stupid grin that Drew doesn’t take long to notice.

—"You went to 'check inventory' with Percy, didn’t you?"

—"I have no idea what you’re talking about."

—"You have the same look on your face as when your first Chanel gloss arrived."

You smile, biting your lip.

—"Maybe... I was just making up for a lost week."

—"Oh, honey," —Drew says with a wink—. "Judging by your face, he made it up to you too."

And yes.

He did.

With interest.

Not my best work to be honest,but i really wanted to post it