#Percy jackson x reader

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◟𖥻 percy's girl : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

Percy would let the world burn if that assured him y/n's happiness. Everyone knows it, except y/n herself.

warnings: jealous n overprotective percy, slight mentions of violence i really don't know if it counts, oblivious reader, no cabin mentioned for reader.

Everybody at camp halfblood knows by now not to mess with percy's girl— except, well, she isn't really percy's girl. At least not that she knew, but for everybody else? yes, she is his girl.

Hard to think about it in any other way when Percy walks around camp glaring at just anyone that even dares to look at her the wrong way. And when it comes to keeping her out of harm's way? He is practically a force of nature.

Percy doesn’t take y/n's happiness lightly, so anything that threatened that is handled by him without her even noticing.

She is probably the only person to come unharmed out of every Stoll prank, and it's definitely not for lack of trying. Connor and Travis like her enough not to pull anything dangerous, but that doesn’t mean they can let her get away without trying.

So everything was planned. A simple, classic, but effective bucket on the door. She only had to come out of her cabin for lunch and they would get her. Hiding in the bushes, Travis and Connor snicker once the door opens.

She is talking to Percy, that is walking behind her, but something makes him pause just when she steps exactly on the mark the Stolls had left. Percy clocks what is happening immediately, as if it was second nature, and he moves y/n out of the way just in time for the bucket to fall directly on him.

He ends up fully covered in chocolate syrup seconds later, but he couldn't care less. His only worry is— "you okay, sunshine?" he asks, wiping chocolate off his face.

She is, in fact, okay. But she's gaping at him, her eyes comically wide. "Oh my gods Percy, how did that happen?"

Oh he definitely knows how that happened, he can turn around right now and find the bush in which the Stoll brothers are hiding just by the sound of them snickering. He is going to kill them.

Still he shrugs. "I don't know, weird bucket placement." He replies casually. "Why don't you go ahead and wait for me in the pavillion? I'll take that bucket down."

"Weird things always seem to be happening around here, huh?" She raises her eyebrows, but happily obliged as she starts walking away.

Percy doesn't take the bucket down, he makes the Stoll brothers do it once he takes them out of their hiding. And the snickering doesn't last them much because as he's leaving, he glares at them. "You two better not try this bullshit with her again."

Listen, Connor and Travis are all about going against direct orders from everyone. But they don't try anything else after that, because Percy is scary when it comes to y/n and they are not about to end in the same position as that Ares son who had tried to flirt with her.

It had been after sword training, some Darren or Dane or something— Percy really did not care about his name, mostly because he was more occupied with glaring at him as he leaned a little bit too close to y/n.

He stood a few feet away from them, knowing that he couldn't intervene without y/n noticing but still fully preparing to do it just in case she got too uncomfortable. He knew her, she wouldn't say anything in fear of being rude. But Percy didn’t have that problem, he would gladly be rude if that meant keeping her safe.

So for now, he only stood with his back against a wall, pretending to sharpen riptide.

"You know, you should train with me sometime. I could teach you a few moves." He told her, smiling smuggly. Percy wished he could erase that smile right away.

And when she started hesitating, the son of Poseidon got ready to intervene. "um- I-" she stammered.

But Percy didn’t really have to do much, because as he was pushing himself off the wall, the Ares guy seemed to notice him, sharpening riptide and sending incredibly hard stares at his way.

Darren-Dane-whatever visibly gulped and took a step back. Percy smirked. Smart move.

As the boy excused himself and basically ran away, y/n blinked at him surprised before she turned to Percy. "Okay, that was weird."

Percy smiled innocently. "Right? so weird."

The next morning due to completely unrelated events, Darren-Dane-whatever ended up waking up in the lake, completely soaked without a single clue how he got there. Percy denied any relation to this weird incident.

Worst part about it all is that Percy swears people don't learn their lesson. While y/n is just walking around in her perfect sunny world, Percy is just following her, trying to maintain her world exactly as it is, free of assholes.

But gods dammit, those assholes don't make it easy for him.

When they're playing capture the flag, they end up on opposite teams and even though Percy is focused on getting that flag, he's also worried for her. He hasn't seen her around, but he knows she should be somewhere close because he has already seen some of her siblings running around.

It's only when he's close to the opposite team's flag that he finds her: she's supposed to be guarding the flag but she's crouched down near the lake, watching a butterfly that's perched on a flower, completely oblivious to the mayhem happening around her.

Percy stops abruptly, his heart racing at the sight. She looks completely at peace, lost in her own little world, the late afternoon sun tracing shadows on her face, it's like she belongs in a painting. So beautiful.

He's mesmerized for a second, flag completely forgotten. Then—

A blur of blue runs past him, pulling him out of trance. His mind barely registers one of his own teammates from cabin nine before the boy is already charging towards y/n at full speed, catching her completely off guard.

She rolls on the mud, almost falling into the lake and Percy is immediately running to her.

"Dude what are you doing? go take the flag!" His teammate yells at him, pinning y/n to the ground. Fuck the flag, Percy couldn't care less about it.

With almost too much strenght, he's pushing the boy out of her, sending him soaring through the air, an indignant yell before he lands with a splash right into the lake.

"Dude what the fuck? i'm on your team!" The Hephaestus boy yells as he clumsily stands on the lake, dripping wet and looking very displeased.

Without looking, Percy flicks his hand and a second later, a wave crashes into the boy's face. He doesn’t care about his protests, he's busy helping y/n up on her feet.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his hands cupping her face to make sure there's absolutely not one scratch on it.

She lets out a small cough, wipping mud from her face. "Yes? it's capture the flag, Perce. This is part of it."

He knows she's right, that doesn’t stop him from scoffing. "Yeah, well, what he did was unnecesary." They both look at the boy once again trying to stand up only to be met with another wave crashing against him.

This time, she realizes this is Percy's doing and gasps. "Percy!"

"What?" he shrugs innocently, wiping some dirt from her nose without any care for the other camper. "He looked like he needed some refreshing."

He ends up being dragged away by her, not that he puts any kind of restraint anyways.

Yes, maybe everyone at camp knows about him being just a little overprotective of her, but so what? he loves her— can't help it if he wants her to be happy and safe. The only one that doesn’t realize this is y/n herself, she's completely oblivious of his actions.

And she remains oblivious through it all; when she's thirsty after training and he's waiting for her with a water bottle, when she's hungry and he has her favorite snack ready, when campers are talking badly about her archery skills and with only one Percy-designated glare they immediately shut up before she can hear them, when he deliberately walks by the side closer to the magical borders just in case something dangerous happens.

It's always there, he's always there. And all it takes is overhearing a conversation for her to realize it.

She's outside of the Aphrodite cabin, waiting for Piper to go have dinner at the pavillion when she overhears some of the girls walking by.

"I mean, come on, Percy is literally the hottest guy at camp, don't you think?" one of them says, and she feels this bubbling jealousy in her chest— something she has never experienced before.

"Agree, but it's a little annoying that y/n is always around him." the other one adds. "I mean she's sweet but he probably finds her annoying how much she clings to him."

Her heart drops, is that what they think? is that what Percy thinks? that she's just this annoying girl clinging to Percy for everything?

Before she can overthink it, the first girl talks again. "I don't think he finds her annoying, he's like totally in love with her, obsessed even."

A third girl sighs dreamily. "Right? he's always so careful and protective with her, Dean from cabin five told me Percy was glaring at him for flirting with her, and the next day he casually woke up on the lake. Listen, he would totally let someone burn if she said she wanted to roast marshmallows."

A chorus of giggles follows, their voices dissipating as they walk away without even noticing y/n was there all along, trying to process their words.

Suddenly everything clicks in her mind. Every time that Percy seemed to just be there. Always at the right moment. Always with a solution to every single problem.

She's not dumb, she has known Percy was protective. But she always thought it was him just trying to be a good friend, surely he was the same with Grover or Annabeth? but now she was sure it was never the same.

Because neither of them has Percy following them around, treating them like they're the most precious thing in the word. That's only reserved for her, and it has taken her this long to understand it, realization crashing over her like one of those waves Percy used to almost waterboard the boy that almost hurt her during capture the flag.

Piper finally steps out of her cabin, apologizing with y/n for taking too long. But she's not even listening, she's already made up her mind.

Without even stopping to take some time to think it through, she turns around and ignores Piper's questions as she sprints towards his cabin.

She arrives just when he's stepping out of the front door, and she's running so fast that she can't stop herself in time before she crashes into him. Thankfully, Percy's senses are better than hers so he catches her by the waist before they both end up on the floor.

"Woah there." he says, and even through his confusion he still finds it in him to be concerned. "Did something happen, sunshine?"

He barely has any time to finish his question before she's grabbing his face and pulling him down to kiss him. He makes a startled noise, completely caught off guard because honestly that was the last thing he was expecting to happen. A couple of long seconds pass with him completely frozen but then— oh, then he's kissing her back, his hands finding her waist like they've always belonged there.

He can taste the strawberry chapstick he has always seen her put on, but the kiss also tastes like stolen glances and endless afternoons spent together, like a love that's always been there, just waiting to get noticed.

When she finally pulls back, too soon on Percy's opinion, he blinks at her. "Not that i'm complaining, but what was that for?"

Her heart is stammering against her chest as she offers him a small smile. "Some girl said you were in love with me?"

"Took you long enough to realize." he replies simply before pulling her close again, his lips finding hers as if this was something he had been born to do.

And she can feel it, in the kiss, in the way he holds her— Percy Jackson loves her. And the best part? She loves him too.

[xoxochb]

so it’s nine-thirty at night and I got horny

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the fire crackles just lightly in the background of two mingling mouths.

it was warm before the fire; cozy. but as percy’s tongue is being shoved down your throat, it feels much hotter upon your skin.

or perhaps that’s just percy’s hands that soon find the waistband of your panties.

but either way, it’s unbearably hot in the cabin.

you guide percy onto his back by a push towards his shoulders. from this new position, you tuck your hair behind your ears and straddle him.

for a singular millisecond, he pulls back not even a centimeter from your lips to murmur, “sweet girl.”

a smile falls over your mouth against his own. “percy.”

you don’t bother waiting for a response before you reconnect your lips with his. regardless, he reciprocates the kiss(es) with complaint.

with one free hand, you splay your fingers down on his heart, feeling the rapid beating of it. it matches your own. you travel your hand over the expanse of percy’s suntanned and so very bare abdomen.

and so so hot in this cabin.

with a steady rhythm, you grind your hips downwards against percy’s. past his lips into your mouth, he involuntarily moans.

“you’re killing me, sweet girl.” his voice is filled with rasp. you’re thankful you’re not standing or you would have collapsed in an instant.

“patience,” you whisper.

but you do find that he’s never had much of that.

[aphroditeinthesea]

Hii, could you please do Percy Jackson x daughter of Hades dating hcs?

percy jackson x hades!reader

⚠️ swearing and suggestive

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nico was not happy about the whole ordeal

of course, after bianca died and nico was a mess, percy tried to back off

but he saw you

he saw how you cared for your little brother, contrasting how dark and powerful you could be

and he couldn’t help how he felt for you

it just happened

so one day when you were participating in a little capture the flag

you found yourself alone with percy

and one accidental touch of hands led to someone pinned to a tree with lips clashing

spoiler: percy was pinned to the tree because spoiler! you felt the exact same way!

but for the sake of your brother, it was all kept under wraps

he just so happened to want to hangout at your cabin more and you just so happened to invite him to your table because he would sit all alone and you just so happened to sneak into your cabin at 4 AM with messy hair because you, well, i don’t know actually

at some point thigh, you bite the bullet, telling your little brother

and he’s just like “i know”

and you’re like “what?!” 

and he’s like “i tried to come in here the other day and you two were making out!”

you guys are chill after that though

also poseidon kid x hades kid makes the most powerful couple ever

like if one of you ever got attacked, it’s like that akhlys scene times a thousand

only you would not stop him

sorry im like a slut for evil percy

but as someone who naturally has been outcasted at camp because of your father

percy is like an angel, finally getting more people to realize your actually like chill and nice

you two do have a lot of sleepovers though

you both get a fair amount of nightmares so it’s nice to wake up and already have someone holding you

plus you are never not wearing one of his hoodies

he might as well have been robbed

you’re always freezing so if he ever says anything you’re just like

“so you hate me, so you don’t care about me and want me to freeze?”

and he’s just like

“keep the hoodie”

but on the topic of you always being cold

you will purposely put your hands under his shirt, just to scare him

like cuddling all sweet and cozy and suddenly you just slip your hands under his shirt and he jumps in the air

that’s all

smooches

[shootingstargirl2001]

.......

Thinking you would be able to shower alone is like asking Percy to stop being reckless…not gonna happen.

“Percy” you whine seeing as he's blocking the shower water by standing in front of you. He grins “Hm?” he mumbles with his hands on either side of your waist. “You’re blocking the water” you pout. In response, he kisses your neck in a way that makes you shiver “Sorry angel.”

He moves behind you after about ten minutes which means you can wash any dirt from earlier. After him making crappy jokes and giving you sweet kisses you end up finishing your shower.

Which leaves you now lying in his bed with an oversized hoodie on his on with a pair of blue panties (that he obviously LOVES)under a soft shark blanket while he goes to your cabin to retrieve the snacks you requested.

You cozy up under the shark blanket as you wait for him until you finally hear the cabin three-door creek open and the familiar sound of his voice “I'm back” he says softly to not scare you if you were reading or asleep.

You sit up and look at him “Did you get them.” He smiles and places a bag of snacks next to you on the bed “Yes angel”.You squeal and lean over and kiss him “I love you” you state simply as you pull him into bed so you both can eat snacks and cuddle. “I love you too”

[waywardalpacaoctopus]

soooooo I'm obsessed

✦ bloodshed, crimson clover - percy jackson x reader

summary: where you and percy are in a battle, but you suddenly find yourself severely injured, despite trying to power through it, and percy is not willing to leave your side the entire time. or: how percy "loyalty is my fatal flaw" jackson reacts when you're hurt wc: 2k warnings: mentions of blood, fighting in battle, kissing

the battlefield was pure chaos. swords clashing, monsters snarling, the sharp tang of blood and ozone swirling thick in the air. you barely had time to think, moving on sheer instinct, dodging, striking, and breathing through the pain when you felt hellhound claws rake across your side. 

you kept at it, battling the monsters with percy somewhere 50 or so metres away, surrounded by his own person hurricane. your side started to suddenly sting more, and soon enough, it was a burning, sizzling sensation you couldn’t ignore.

your brain was running through a million thoughts as you continued to move and attack without thinking— pushing back with your shield, and then slashing through with your sword, turning and ducking. was this because of the hellhound scratch? why had you let it scratch you in the first place? why weren’t you paying more attention? 

you risked a look downwards for a second, and saw part of your armour broken off, and underneath, your orange camp shirt having 3 distinct tears through it,— claw marks, and your skin bright red underneath. 

you forced yourself to think straight, and continued to fight. you’d worry about yourself later, you had a battle to win. 

after you smashed your shield into a dracanae’s stomach, you swung your sword right through it’s middle and disintegrated it.

but you also simultaneously ended up using the very last of your energy.

you stumbled backwards, staggering, then you hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from your lungs. you heard your armour and weapons clatter about you, and then everything felt... slow. blurry. 

your fingers trembled as you patted around feebly, trying—failing—to push yourself up. your head only fell backwards again. 

the shouts around you blurred into static, you heard a yell, louder than the rest, and then—

“no!” a shout, “no, no, no—"

percy.

he was kneeling beside you with his hands were on you in an instant— shaking, picking up your arms and turning your face gently to look if your head was injured, adjusting your armour, at one point— they just hovered over you, trembling, like he didn’t know what to do. 

his breathing was sharp and uneven. “perce—“ you started, but he wasn’t listening.

“you’re not— you, i can’t,” he stammered, “you can’t die on me.” 

you tried to laugh, but it came out more like a wheeze. “i’m not dead yet.”

“don’t say that, gods, don’t say that." percy snapped, but it sounded more like a genuine plea. his jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it hurt. “where are you hurt?”

you blinked up at him, a little dazed, the soaring pain finally catching up to you. “it’s fine,” you deflected, “i’ll be fine."

“there is blood seeping through your shirt, you are not fine," he muttered, and looked at your torso one more time, this time, finding the wound. 

slowly and carefully, percy moved your shirt just enough to see the wound. his entire face fell, washing over with something dark, then he cursed under his breath. 

“how… how bad is it?” you mumbled. his eyes were panicked, and when he didn’t answer for a moment, you tried to lift your head and take a look for yourself, groaning in pain in the process. 

“don’t look at it.” percy said, his hand running over your hair, his words a comfort in the chaos all around. “it’ll only make you feel worse.” his voice was hoarse, worn out, but he still tried to comfort you and stay calm for your sake. 

you still felt dizzy, and through the blurriness of your vision you could still see faint figures slashing their swords and fighting. your head was throbbing. 

“i…” you chuckled weakly, your head lolling back on the ground. “nothing could make me feel worse right now.”

percy’s expression held no humour despite your laugh, his lips rolled inwards and his hands still trembling as they moved over your hair. 

suddenly he turned back and looked behind him. he yelled, “clarisse! get your cabin and the apollo kids, and bring up the attack! you know what to do!” his voice cut through the chaos, sharp, “i’m getting her out of here.”

“go do what you have to, jackson!” clarisse shouted, glancing back for a moment. “i don’t care. we’ll hold up fine.” you heard her grunt, disintegrating an empousa with her spear. 

you couldn’t bear to keep your eyes open anymore, your head falling back on the ground, lolling to the side slightly. 

percy cursed frantically, and you heard him asking you to open your eyes, to please open your eyes, but all you could manage were mumbles and groans of, “i cant,” as you weakly shook your head. 

then, he suddenly whistled— a new york taxi cab whistle that was so loud and so familiar that it made you flutter your eyes open. 

a few heartbeats later, the sound of massive wings filled the air. 

you noticed the number of enemies were going down, all of them too preoccupied with the raging demigods to bat a second eye at the pegasus or even think about attacking.

blackjack landed in a flurry of dark feathers, his large eyes scanning the scene and locking onto percy.

he whinnied loudly, and percy shook his head from his kneeling position next to you. 

“i know. i know it’s bad, man!” he yelled frustratedly, running a hand through his hair roughly. “i’m sorry, i— just get us there. now.”

another neigh, and suddenly percy was standing up and then scooping you up, holding you close to his chest. 

“percy,” you croaked out, and his eyes were immediately on yours. “i— you can’t… you can’t just ditch the battle.” you mumbled, forcing the words out through your sore throat. 

percy’s hair was sweaty, his face grimy, his breathing heavy, his sea green eyes set determinedly, and you swore he had never looked so handsome. 

he let out a sharp laugh with absolutely no humour in it, “watch me.”

— 

you were leaning fully against percy as you flew on the pegasus’ back, one of his arms were wrapped around your waist, with his other hand gripping blackjacks rein. 

you were queasy, but you kept telling yourself to hold on, and that the ride would be over soon, but the throbbing in your head and side, the way your whole body seemed to overpower your rational thinking. 

all you wanted to do was close your eyes. 

"hey, hey, hey, you can stay awake, you got this, we’re almost there.” percy’s voice was tight, rough around the edges. "keep your eyes open. talk to me."

you managed out a weak huff, forcing your eyes open. "’bout what?"

"anything.” he begged, “how much you love flying with blackjack. how much you hate my reckless decision-making skills. just—just keep talking."

you tilted your head back, turning slightly and blinking up at him. your eyelids were unbelievably heavy. "reckless decision-making skills…” your eyes shut for a long second. “that… that needs work.”

percy let out a relieved, breathless laugh, “yeah?” he nodded fervently, “good. good. then stay awake and tell me how to work on it.” 

you wanted to make some comment, maybe roll your eyes a little, but your body was so tired.

percy’s face fell again, his eyes flickering all over your face in panic as his hand came up to brush your cheek. “don’t do that. don’t fade out on me."

"not fading," you muttered. "just... tired."

“you’ll sleep when we get you all fixed up, but not now. you can’t shut off now.” his thumb moved in circles against your cheek, gentle despite the panic still evident in his voice. "just—stay with me. please."

you sighed, eyes slipping shut for half a second before his voice brought you back.

his voice cracked, “please."

the desperation in his voice made your chest ache more than the wound did.

"okay," you whispered. "m’with you."

—

will solace was looking at your wound as you lay down, and you could hear percy pacing. 

his shoes scuffed against the floor, back and forth, back and forth, and you could practically feel the anxiety radiating off him in waves.

“percy,” will said, exasperated but patient. “you can go back to the battle. they need you.”

percy’s steps faltered, but he didn’t stop. when he spoke, his voice was fraying at the edges. “i don’t— i need—” he dragged a hand through his already-messy hair. “i need to know that she’s safe.”

“she will be,” will promised, his voice steady. “i can guarantee it, but in the meantime, you can go back.”

percy let out a breath, like he wanted to believe that, like he almost did, but something in him wouldn’t let go. “i’ll stay. i know the other campers can hold up on their own. they’re strong.” he ran his hands over his face, “and— and besides, the enemy was small by the time we left with blackjack. i’m staying.” 

you stood up to prove a point, which wasn’t the wisest decision, and you tried to walk towards percy. you managed 2 steps, but he was by your side in an instant.

his expression softened the second he took you in. “i can’t believe this is happening.” he shook his head, “i should’ve—”

“—percy,” you interjected, your voice weary, “there’s nothing you could’ve possibly done,” you rasped, the words taking more energy than they should have. “please. go.”

his jaw clenched. his eyes, stormy and sad, with his eyebrows furrowing up. “how can i go when you’re…” his voice crackled as his eyes travelled over you, “when you look like this?”

you huffed a weak laugh, “gee, thanks.”

but his expression didn’t waver, and your laugh faded. “percy,” you said, but he simply shook his head. 

will cut through the silence of your staring match, and you tore your gaze to him. “it looks like a hellhound scratch, but it’s somehow poisoned. it’ll heal in less than an hour, 2 at max.”

you turned back to percy, who was still watching you like you might disappear if he so much as blinked. “percy. see? it’ll be fine... i’ll be fine. will knows what he’s doing, so go.”

he swallowed hard, hesitating for a second longer before exhaling sharply. “i’m coming back to you.”

you nodded, taking hold of his hand. “i’ll be here.”

something flickered in his eyes at that—doubt, maybe, or something close to it. 

his eyes held yours, and you knew that he wouldn’t leave if you stayed looking at each other like that for even a moment longer. “perce… you have to.”  you whispered.

percy nodded weakly, and hand brushed against your cheek, warm and grounding. 

his other hand came to cup your face, then he leaned down, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead.

and after that, he was gone.

—

less than an hour later, like will said, you were feeling all better. you talked with will when he wasn’t busy with another camper, and he asked how nico was doing, if he was hurt. 

“last i saw, he was perfectly fine.” you told him earnestly, “besides, if he was hurt, he’d be here right now.” 

will shook his head with a chuckle, “he’s so stubborn, he wouldn’t come if he had broken all his limbs.” 

“will,” you deadpanned, then let out a laugh, “you’re here; he would come for a paper cut.”

it felt nice to laugh, and the conversation was fun, but your attention wasn’t fully there, because your mind kept wandering back to one thing— one person: percy. 

another half hour later, you were sitting all alone as will went to go heal other hurt campers.

you dwelled in your loneliness and your thoughts for a little while, but suddenly, percy burst through the doors. 

his breathing was heavy and ragged and his head turned as he scanned the room, finally coming to a halt when he spotted you. 

you were sitting up against the pillows. the moment you locked eyes, he let out a long exhale, and he stood frozen for a moment.

you immediately stood up, your heartbeat in your ears.

you barely had time to react before he was at your side, pressing a hand against your cheek, then your shoulder, then his eyes were raking all over you like he was checking for himself that you were still there, still okay.

his dark brows were all scrunched up with worry, but it all faded the second he met your gaze. “you’re…”

“yeah. i know.” you murmured, lips quirking up at the corners as you tilted your head to the side coyly. “i told you i’d be fine.”

his lips flickered into a smile at that. 

percy looked down at his hands, which were awkwardly hovering above your waist, like he didn’t know if it was alright to hug you— incase you were still hurt. 

your heart warmed at that thought, at his thoughtfulness.

he brought his gaze back up to you and you rolled your eyes playfully, which made a sheepish grin grow on his face.  

you flung your arms around his neck fiercely, and immediately, percy sighed as his arms just as fiercely wrapped around your middle, pulling you close. 

his hand was grasping at your shirt like he was clinging onto the fact that you were really there.

you stayed like that for a moment, and you felt his erratic heartbeat in his chest. you didn’t realise how fast yours was beating as well, until pressed a kiss to your hair, then another, then another, and muttered, “never doing that again.”

your heartbeat went even faster, and you grinned even though he couldn’t see it. “what, me getting attacked by a hellhound?” you chuckled, “i don’t plan on it.”

“no, me,” he pulled back from the hug, just enough to meet your eyes. his eyes  were fixed on yours, “leaving you.”

you realised you didn’t feel your heartbeat didn’t pick up this time, because if anything, you were more relaxed with him than you were with anything else in the entire world. 

you rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway, your arms still wrapped around his neck. “you’re dramatic.”

he smiled at you— a real genuine smile and not one of his smirks, and you knew a part of him was relieved you were back in your usual banter. 

a hand came up to brush a hair out of your face. his eyes scanned all over your face, fixed on your lips for a moment, then flickered to your eyes and asked a silent question.

you answered by leaning in and kissing him. your hands slid down from around his arms, down to his chest, and he kissed you slow and gentle, like he was grounding himself in the fact that you were here, safe, with him. like he had to make sure you knew, too.

when he pulled back, he didn’t go far, his forehead once again resting against yours.

his lips twitched, and then he kissed you again— simply savouring in the fact that he could.

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CLOSE AND WARM [blurb]

𝓟𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ; percy jackson x reader

𝓦𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; none

𝓦𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 0.3k

𝓘𝗻𝗳𝗼𝘀 ; fluff | blurb | hinted cabin 7 for reader

𝓝𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; guess what song inspired this 🔥 | SHOULD I MAKE THIS LONGER ?

𝓢𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; “ just let me be . . . close to you. ”

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She was like the sun.

The thought traveled through the boy’s mind like an incredible revelation.

She was just like the sun.

The way her smile lit up every single room in his heart, like the sun rising once again for a new day, providing life to all.

Your smile was one of Percy’s favorite things about you. But mixing it with your charm worked like magic on him as well.

You were one of the first people to welcome him with open arms at camp when he first arrived.

You never judged him, never hated him or worse– turn obsessed over him like some girls did.

Son of one of the Big Three or not—

the blue-eyed grace to you was just Percy.

And he strongly believed in that feeling of simplicity and home around each other, a belief only confirmed further by you the night before— reminding him just how flawless you were in his eyes.

“Hello, seabird. Having fun?” Your tone was eternally playful and comfortable around him— almost temptingly— and that it ended with his brain struggling to function properly.

He wasn’t used to receive this treatment from other demigods other than you, as they often referred to him as either “above their level” or “way too overrated” if the demigod happened to have an exaggerated ego, which was common anyway.

“Beyond a doubt,” he answered gently, making room for you next to him before wrapping an arm around you, taking in your scent.. your hair.. and the newfound feeling of warmth you managed to give him.

At the end of the day, the dangerously great Percy Jackson couldn’t help but have a soft spot for his favorite girl. And he wasn’t devoted to hiding it by any means!

You were his light, his personal sun, and he was determined to make sure you were perfectly aware of that every single day.

Perhaps showing it with a bunch of flowers when you least expected them, a trip underwater when you were feeling down, or plain hugs when you just needed him there close.

Because he would have done pretty much anything to be close to you.

"If you asked me to,

I'd give you everything

To be close to you."

He was your biggest supporter and your No.1 fan, All you had to do was call his name, and he would be there in a heartbeat.

His heart felt safe near you and there was nothing you could’ve done just to make him give up on the overwhelming warmth your presence gifted him.

You were his newfound muse, his companion he never imagined he needed and the one he would always wish to keep by his side for as long as he could.

Your soothing voice carved itself a place in his heart he was willing to give you, Because he was ready to let you in.

All you had to do,

was just let him be … close.

And he would've thought about the rest.

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ISN’T IT DELICATE?

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Chapter Two : The Vulture

riordanverse characters x brooklyn 99 au!

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“Jackson, where are we on the Lincoln Place murder?” Jason Grace asked as he read from his file.

“Well, like I told Captain Ramírez-Arellano earlier this week,” Percy spoke from his seat in the briefing room, “We are at the one-yard line! It’s a football reference.”

“Yes, Percy. I played linebacker in college,” Jason was unamused, similar to the rest of the room.

“In high school I was the football team’s waterboy,” Leo Valdez announced with far too much confidence.

“You really wanna be bragging about that?” Percy asked, a smile on his face that was not entirely mocking.

“Jackson, you want to loop everyone in?” Their captain asked from her corner of the room. Her arms were crossed, and her face was…unreadable.

At the seriousness in her voice, Percy let out a small sigh as he stood and made his way to the front, “Get ready for some stuff on a screen.”

As he passed (y/n)’s seat, he ruffled her hair, not enough to actually mess it up, but enough to annoy her. The glare he received from her let him know he did his job.

“Meet Chad Brunner,” Percy’s tone held false enthusiasm as he clicked through the slideshow, “Prominent citizen, lawyer, corpse. Now meet his wife, Leslie Dodds. She did not take his last name, but I believe she did take his life.”

His weatherman-esque tone earned him a few smiles from his audience.

“Nice,” Grover and Annabeth said in unison.

“Thank you, friends,” Percy pointed at them, the slightest smirk on his face, “Now, Dodds had means, motive, and opportunity.”

“So why’s the case still ongoing?” (y/n) asked, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair.

“Because, impatient co-worker,” Percy turned to speak directly to her, “I just need to find the murder weapon.”

“Yes, let’s save questions until the end,” Reyna announced. Percy shot (y/n) a victorious smirk which normally would’ve made her scowl, but this time all she could think about was how Percy’s green shirt really made his eyes stand out.

“For some reason, the D.A. won’t move forward with the arrest until we find the knife she used,” Percy said, addressing the whole room.

“Is that reason that they want to win the case?” One could almost detect a hint of humor in Reyna’s voice.

“Yes, and please save all questions until the end,” Percy went silent for a few moments after the words left his mouth, “Okay, I’m done.”

“Well, find the murder weapon,” Reyna ordered, “The family’s close to the mayor, and I’m starting to catch heat from the higher-ups. Jackson, I’m going to ask you again. Do you need any resources or personnel?”

“No, ma’am, I’ve got it,” Percy insisted.

“Okay,” Reyna said, “Dismissed. Sergeants, a word?”

The majority of the precinct return to their desks, with the exception of a few.

“Okay, how can we help?” (y/n) asked, crossing her arms as she, Annabeth, Piper, and Clarisse approached Percy’s desk.

“What do you need, Perce?” Annabeth asked.

“I need nothing,” Percy didn’t look up from his case file as he spoke, “I’m about to solve this case, meet the mayor, and sell my life rights to Logan Lerman  so he can play my less attractive brother in the ensuing film,” he finally looked up, placing the file on his desk.

“C’mon, Jackson, Captain said to use the whole team,” Piper reminded him, picking up the case file to skim it.

“We all want this solved,” Percy was surprised Clarisse was on their side for this.

“I appreciate the offer,” Percy said, snatching the file back from Piper, “But I work alone.”

“Will you just let us help, Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth snapped, starting to get annoyed.

Percy fell silent as Annabeth stared him down. After a considerable amount of awkward silence, the green eyed man smiled. It was a smile that let everyone around him know that whatever he was about to say was not going to be helpful.

“Okay, fine,” his decided, his smirk widening, “I will let two of you help me. Grover and…. (y/n)!”

“Yeah!” Grover celebrated from his desk.

“What?” (y/n), however, was confused. She watched Percy’s expression as if she were expecting some sort of punchline.

“I’m choosing these two because Grover is the least likely to steal my thunder, and I want (y/n) to be there when I solve the case so I can rub it in her face!” Percy tilted his head, thoughtfully, “I didn’t mean for that to rhyme but I feel like it gets my point across.”

While (y/n) stared at him with her eyes narrowed, the three other girls shared a look behind her. Percy noticed this and sat up straighter in his chair, his grin faltering. His eyes flickered between the three girls, and he seemed almost nervous, “What?”

(y/n), in turn, turned around to cast her own confused look. Meanwhile, Clarisse, Annabeth, and Piper gave their own forms of shrugging the two off.

“Nothing.”

“Not a thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Any trace of humor disappeared from (y/n)’s face as she examined the girls behind her, and after a moment of awkward silence she muttered, “I’ll get the car.”

After an afternoon wasted on interviewing those who resided in the victim’s apartment building, Percy, (y/n), and Grover retreated back to the police car. It wasn’t until Percy was behind the wheel and the car was on the road that his cell phone began ringing.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, his eyes quickly glancing down to where it rested in the cupholder, “(y/n), can you get that?”

Instead of answering, (y/n), who sat in the passenger seat, picked up the phone and pressed the accept button before bringing it to her ear.

“Hello?” she did her best to keep her voice somewhat pleasant.

“Seaw- (y/n)? Why do you have Percy’s phone?” The voice of Annabeth Chase filled her ear.

“He’s driving. I can put you on speaker.”

“Thank you!”

Once the phone was on speakerphone, Annabeth continued talking.

“So, I looked at the photos of your victim that you left out on your disgustingly disorganized desk-“

“First of all, stop snooping,” Percy cut her off, a frown on his face as he kept his attention on the road, “Second of all, don’t be mean, I’m-“

“-organized in your own way, yeah, whatever,” (y/n) smiled at the attitude that was prevalent in Annabeth’s voice.

“Don’t encourage her,” Percy turned to (y/n) with a sort of over-exaggerated hurt expression.

“Let her finish, and keep your eyes on the road,” she snapped, only somewhat seriously, “Keep going, Chase.”

“Thank you, my beautiful (y/n). Anyway, the puncture wounds are similar to a case Piper and I had a while back. They aren’t from a knife. We think it’s something spiral, like a corkscrew.”

The car fell silent for a moment, the sound of the engine filling the quiet.

“Shit,” Grover muttered from the backseat, reminding the others of his presence, “A knife of bad enough, but imagine you get stabbed with a corkscrew.”

(y/n) couldn’t help but agree.

“Thank you, Wise Girl, that was actually very helpful,” Percy was thinking too hard to include any sass in his tone, “We’re on our way back to the precinct right now, we should be there in less than ten.”

“If we make it,” (y/n) muttered, earning a loud laugh from the woman on the phone.

“I am not a bad driver!” Percy insisted, his head whipping around to glare at the woman before remembering where his attention was supposed to be.

“Uh oh, guys,” Annabeth’s voice had a tone of seriousness that made them fall silent, “Make sure not to crash, but get back here soon.”

When the detectives finally arrived back at the police station, Percy made a beeline to Annabeth, who in turn directed their attention to Percy’s desk. A man sat in Percy’s chair, with his boots propped up on the mess on the desk, and a hand ran lazily through his blond hair.

“Oh, hello, Jackson,” Octavian Alexander geeeted the green eyed man.

Percy let out a groan, “No, no, no.”

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, man,” Octavian said as Percy practically stomped his way across the precinct to the captain’s office, “I’m the one who had to come to this backwater stink hole.”

Grover and (y/n) trailed behind him, one of them more eagerly so.

“What’s up, little man?” Octavian gave Grover a bro nod, who ignored it.

As (y/n) walked by him, she kept her eyes ahead, taking care not to even glance at the blond demon man.

“Hey, (y/n)!” Octavian called, “How ‘bout you finally ditch these losers and go out to dinner with me?”

(y/n) stopped at Reyna’s door, and turned around to finally face the Vulture. She opened her mouth to shoot back a really good insult, but before she could, she felt a strong hand wrap around her forearm and yank pull her inside. Once Percy Jackson had closed the office door and shut the blinds on the window, he pulled led (y/n) over to where Grover stood in front of Reyna Ramírez-Arellano’s desk.

“Captain, please, please, pretty please do not let him take over my case,” Percy practically begged to the stone cold woman in front of him, seemingly unaware that his hand remained wrapped around (y/n)’s arm.

“Major Crimes is stepping in. Nothing I can do,” Reyna shrugged, “You’re off the case. All of you.”

“I can’t believe you’re just rolling over and giving my murder away to the Vulture!” (y/n) winced as Percy’s grip on her tightened with his words.

“We call him the Vulture because he swoops in and solves cases that are almost solved and takes the credit for himself,” Grover explained both to Reyna and (y/n).

“Yes, Grover, I’ve met him before and I’m sure the Captain was able to figure that out,” (y/n) said, finally pulling her arm out of Percy’s grasp.

“You are correct,” Reyna nodded at (y/n)’s words before continuing, “First of all, Major Crimes has jurisdiction over any and all cases they want to take. But more importantly,” she took a moment to point her pen at Percy, “You’re the one who insisted on working alone. I told you for weeks to use the squad, and you refused.”

“I used them,” Percy insisted, yet his tone was much weaker, “Annabeth and Piper are the ones who figured out the corkscrew, (y/n) helped navigate us to the apartment, and Grover beat my high score in Block Blast!”

“Congratulations, Detective Underwood,” Reyna’s tone had the faintest trace of sarcasm before she turned back to Percy, “You should’ve involved them sooner. Turn over your files to Detective Alexander.”

“Ma’am, can you call him the Vulture?” Grover asked, “Giving him a name makes him human.”

“Turn over the files,” Reyna repeated, adding a pause between every word to emphasize her seriousness.

“Fine,” Percy sighed. Grover left the room, followed by Percy and-

“Detective (l/n),” the sound of Reyna’s voice caused the two other detectives to stop in their tracks, “We need to have a talk.”

“About what?” asked the detective that definitely was not (y/n). Percy’s face was filled with confusion and worry.

“Detective (l/n) is going to find out,” Reyna said, her dark eyes staring holes into Percy’s green ones, “Now, unless you’ve recently filed for a name change, Detective Jackson, please close the door on your way out.”

“She’s not in trouble, is she?” Percy looked more serious than (y/n) had ever seen him, his eyes flickering between her and the Captain. A wave of confusion passed over her. Why did he care so much?

“Jackson,” Reyna’s tone was dead serious. This was his last warning.

“Yeah, yeah, close the door. I got you,” his eyes never left (y/n)’s until the dark wood of the door replaced her sight of them.

Finally alone with the captain, (y/n) let out a long exhale to help settle her nerves, “What do we need to talk about, Captain?”

As Percy packed up the various paperwork and evidence that belonged to his stolen case, his mind remained in that closed office. He had shut the blinds when they first went in, and they remained closed. There goes his chance of having Nico lip read the captain’s conversation.

Stupid Percy and his stupid need for privacy.

He hadn’t the faintest clue of what could be going on in there, and from the looks of it, (y/n) didn’t either. He hoped that she would tell him what happened when she finally got out.

“You know, before I solve this case,” the aggravating voice of Octavian Alexander, otherwise known as the Vulture, interrupted Percy’s worrying, “I’d like to thank you for doing all the super-easy work. You know, the real Nancy Drew level stuff.”

“Oh yeah? Did Nancy Drew solve a lot of murders?” Percy asked, only allowing the Vulture half of his attention as his eyes remained in the closed windows.

“Yeah, she did!” Grover exclaimed. Percy loved his best friend, but he had to admit that he paid no attention whatsoever to the little ramble he went on following those words.

“Hey!” the Vulture raised his voice as he noticed that he was losing the attention of those he was trying to instigate, “Should we take odds on how fast I’ll solve this case?”

“Nope.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I mean, what was it with La Rue’s last “impossible” extortion case?” the blond devil asked, using air quotes with his fingers to further annoy the detectives, “What was it, six hours?”

Clarisse, who had been leaning against the side of her desk, eavesdropping, rolled her eyes, “That’s because it was 98% solved.”

“The last 2% is the hardest to get,” Octavian leaned towards her, his pale blue eyes narrowing, “That’s why they leave it in the milk.”

“What?” Percy shook his head. How the hell did this idiot outrank him?

“Oh, wow,” the Vulture’s attention was now focused on something behind Percy, “Looking good, (l/n).”

Percy’s head whipped around. He had been too caught up in Octavian’s idiocracy that he hadn’t noticed the captain’s door open. 

“Go rot in hell,” (y/n)’s tone was casual despite the content of her words as she approached Percy, “I have the last file.”

The Vulture rose from his spot in Percy’s chair and took the files from the detectives as if they were children on a playground.

“Thanks, champ. Good effort,” he said, smugly, “I’ve got it from here. But hey, feel free to call me any time you losers can’t solve a simple case.”

Instead of addressing the insult as the blind man walked away, Percy turned to (y/n), his worried expression returning, “What happened? Are you alright?”

(y/n), in return, looked up at him and gave a puzzled look, “Why wouldn’t I be alright? The captain just wanted to talk to me about something. No big deal.”

“Well, what was it?”

“Are you aware of your inability to stay out of other people’s business?” The woman asked, her patience beginning to grow thin. Despite her attempt at casualness, it was clear that it had been far from “no big deal”, “Maybe if you stopped being so nosy, you could solve your cases before the Vulture was able to take them from you.”

Percy didn’t know what to say as she made her way back to her desk.

Later that night, the precinct (with the exception of the captain and the sergeant) met up at the local bar. After an hour of drinking and talking about how much they hated the Vulture, some idiot Percy came up with the idea to get revenge on the blond demon by solving the case before he could.

Deciding to take the bus since they were all various levels of intoxicated, Percy had plopped himself into the seat next to (y/n) and began infodumping the details of the case to her.

“So the waitress heard the couple arguing at dinner,” Percy explained, talking with his hands, “Apparently he was having an affair, and it was not the first time. Two years ago, she caught him with a dog walker who was “walking his dog,” if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” (y/n) nodded, an unpleased look on her face regarding the euphemism.

“Funny right?” When he didn’t get a response, he kept talking, “Anyways, we know it’s the wife.”

(y/n) was silent for a moment, her eyes squinting as she watched his expressive face, “You’re real talkative now that you want our help,” she noted.

Percy sighed at her words, “All right, it is possible that I should’ve brought the gang in sooner, but I just get so excited, wrapped in wanting to solve stuff, you know?”

(y/n) couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face, “I know what you mean. You want to be the best. We all do. You just.. don’t have to be such a butthead about it.”

Percy, for the first time since they had gotten on the bus, was silent. Too silent.

“What?” (y/n) asked, worried that she had missed something. 

“I just-“ Percy’s eyebrows furrowed, “I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.”

“Shut up.”

“No, (y/n), you made a suspect cry last month because he made a degrading comment about women,” Percy reminded her, “And you just called me a butthead.”

“Jackson-“

“Don’t “Jackson” me, we’re having a nice moment,” Percy’s grin was much wider than (y/n) would’ve liked, and his green eyes sparkled in the shitty bus lighting, “Admit it, you like me.”

“I’ll admit that I get soft when I’m drunk,” (y/n) muttered, her gaze shifting towards the window across from her. 

Unbeknownst to the woman, Percy’s eyes remained on her. He had only seen her off duty a few times, and each time it still surprised him how different Work (y/n) was from Off-Duty (y/n). He didn’t know what it was, but there was something that led to her keeping her guard up while in the workplace. Percy was always lucky enough to consider his precinct as his family, and he wanted (y/n) to be able to do the same. He could tell she was much more comfortable now than she was when she was first transferred, but he hoped that one day she felt she was able to be herself around her co-workers.

(y/n)’s head turned back to look up at Percy. When she found his eyes still on her, her eyes narrowed, “What?”

“Nothing,” Percy surprised himself with how smooth his tone was. He figured it was the alcohol talking, “I like your jacket. It brings out your eyes.”

He grabbed a piece of her oversized jacket, pulling it gently to mess with her. (y/n) rolled her eyes, but she didn’t turn away in time to prevent him from seeing the small smile on her face.

When the gang finally pulled up to the victim’s apartment, Percy began explaining the timeline of the murder.

“Alright, here’s how it all went down,” the tall man spoke to the small crowd of people as he led them through the apartment, “9:45, a man screams. 90 seconds later, wife goes down to the doorman, says a guy murdered her husband and then ran off. We know she’s lying.”

Once the crew made it to the kitchen, Percy turned around to face them as he continued speaking, “We’ve just gotta find the corkscrew to make our case airtight. I say we role-play, see if something sparks.”

Percy and Leo went first.

“Darling, thank you for a lovely dinner,” Percy poorly monologued, “Perhaps we should have one more drink before bed.”

“Don’t you “Darling” me, you philanderer!” Leo exclaimed, his voice far too high pitched.

“No, Leo, you’re the husband,” Percy corrected, “The husband had the affair.”

“I’m always the victim,” Leo complained, and (y/n) and Piper, who was far too drunk to really do anything, exchanged annoyed glances from their spot on the victim’s very comfortable couch, “I don’t want to be the victim.”

“Okay, Leo is the door-“ Percy turned to the rest of his squad.

“No, I’ll be the victim,” Leo quickly corrected, “Don’t make me be the door again.”

“Great,” Percy turned to the cabinet and pretended to pull something out, “Okay, so.. wife goes into the drawer. Get the corkscrew,” He pretended to stab Leo with a bit too much enthusiasm, “Stab stab stab!”

Leo fell to the floor, and Percy turned to his group of people, “What did she do with the corkscrew?”

While Piper and (y/n) were lounging on the couch, Annabeth, Grover, Clarisse, and Hazel stood at the edge of the kitchen, watching the scene.

“She dumps it in the hallway trash chute on the way to the doorman,” Hazel suggested.

“No, we checked the trash like, ten times,” Percy shook his head, “We would’ve seen a bloody corkscrew.

“The body!” Leo called from his spot on the floor, “It’s still in the body?”

“No, Leo, you suck at this,” Percy rubbed his forehead, “Go sit down.”

“What if she tossed the corkscrew out the window?” Annabeth asked, leaning on the kitchen doorframe, “And it landed on a passing car?”

“Security cams showed no one driving by at the time,” Percy shook his head again, “And nothing on the street.”

“What if she kept it on her?” Grover asked, “Like, hid it in her pocket or something.”

“No, we searched her. And didn’t find anything.”

“Okay, I want in,” (y/n) stood up, swaying only slightly as Leo took her spot on the couch, “But I want to stab Jackson.”

Percy, who had been leaning against the kitchen counter, smirked, “Fine.”

The two made their way to the center of the kitchen, and (y/n) realized how small the room was.

As Percy looked down at her, (y/n) met his eyes with an unintentional smile.

“Alright. Sweetheart-“ Percy started.

“Time to die,” (y/n) cut him off, causing Annabeth and Clarisse to laugh. She turned around to pretend to grab the murder weapon, when her eyes landed on the refrigerator. She was silent for a moment, and Percy could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

“(y/n)?” He asked, stepping close and tapping her shoulder to bring her back to reality.

“What if it was a magnetic corkscrew?” She asked, her eyes on the many magnets that adorned the refrigerator.

The room went silent as everybody else tried to get to the same idea she was on.

“If the corkscrew was on a magnet-“

“It’s stuck halfway down the inside of the trash chute,” Percy rushed out, “I figured it out first!”

He began running out of the room, (y/n) close behind him.

“What’s happening?” a barely conscious Piper asked from the couch.

“You guys go after them and make sure they don’t kill each other,” Leo told the rest of the detectives, “I got her.”

After a successfully unsuccessful mission, where the squad was caught compromising the crime scene by some on-duty police officers, the squad anxiously waited at their desks outside the captain’s office where Reyna was getting yelled at by the Vulture.

“Oh my Gods, Reyna’s gonna kill us,” (y/n) muttered from her seat, her arms crossed and her eyes trained on Octavian, who was pacing around the room, his hands flailing in the air.

“Don’t worry,” Percy appeared behind her, gently resting a hand on her shoulder, which she promptly shrugged off, “I have a plan.”

“Because your plans always go perfectly,” (y/n) shot back, peering behind her to give him a look.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” Percy walked around to the other side of her, so he was blocking her view of the captain’s window. He pulled out a small bag from his pocket, and (y/n) gasped.

“You found the corkscrew?” she kept her voice quiet, but her eyes were wide with surprise.

“I did, before those other cops dragged us away,” Percy leaned close, too close, to make sure nobody overheard them, “Originally, I was going to send this to the DA’s office so we could officially say that we’ve out-vultured the Vulture. But, after watching Reyna get yelled at for a few minutes, I feel bad. So I’m going to give him the credit so he can leave her alone, because I really like her and I don’t want her to get in trouble because I act stupid when I’m drunk.”

“That’s…really mature, Jackson,” (y/n) said, her eyes still wide.

“Well, don’t sound so surprised,” Percy gave her one of his signature grins, and she felt something strange happen in her stomach. She must still be hungover.

“Why are you telling me about this?” (y/n) asked, ignoring whatever nauseating feeling just came over her.

Percy shrugged, breaking their eye contact to glance across the room at nothing, “I dunno. I did say you could help me on the case. And it was kind of your idea that helped us find the corkscrew in the first place.”

“So you admit I have good ideas?” it was (y/n)’s turn to grin, her head tilting as Percy finally met her eyes again.

“You’re stupidly smart, (y/n).” he said, far more serious than she expected, “I have never doubted your ideas, or your ability to do your job, and I don’t plan on ever doing so.”

“Right,” her eyes narrowed, “That’s why you made the bet in the first place. You think you can make more felony arrests than me, but you don’t doubt my ability to do my job. That’s kind of contradictory, don’t you think?”

As Percy watched her, a strange expression came over him, almost like he was holding something back. Finally, he shook his head, “That isn’t why I made the bet.”

“Then why-“

(y/n) stopped speaking as Percy left her very confused, walking towards the captain’s office. He paused at the door, turning to glance in her direction. They made eye contact again, and he smiled, as if he had just made a joke to himself. A few seconds later, and (y/n) was left staring at the dark wood of the door.

a/n

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𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 !

p. jackson x child of demeter!reader

only want to fix it with a kiss on the lips,

but i think i might,

take a bite !

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc(?). my attempt in being poetic. talks ab leaving camp.

𝓝otes:

001. to that one random girl who let me borrow her dictionary earlier at the café while i was writing this, thank you😭😭 (i forgot to ask for her name or ANYTHING)

002. cherry cherry cherry cherry

003. def a guardian angel

sunlight passed through the leaves to cast dappled patterns across the picnic blanket spread between the roots. the cherry trees danced in the soft summer air, the branches weighted with juicy fruit.

you sat opposite percy, a bowl of newly picked cherries between you. he picked one up, rolling it in his fingers, investigating it as if it contained some deep secret.

"you know," he said, looking up at you with that crooked grin, "i think i like it here more than any other place in camp."

you raised an eyebrow. "more than the lake?"

percy paused, then nodded. "yeah. i mean, the lake is fine & all, but this," he waved his hand around at the cherry trees, the small square of green you'd cut out of nothing with your own two hands. "this is more.. okay."

you snorted at his statement.

it was. this wasn't just part of camp half-blood; it was part of you. a part of your soul that had been buried in the roots, in the flowers, in the fruit that grew sweeter each summer. you had sown it yourself, tended to it with the same patient reserve your mother, demeter, had taught you.

& somewhere, somehow along the way, it had grown into yours & percy's.

not formally. not in any manner you could speak. but it was in the way he seemed to always end up here, like a tide drawn in. in the way you reserved the reddest cherries for him, even when you swore you didn't. in the way he looked at you now, like there was nowhere else he'd prefer.(he sometimes jokes about making blue cherries)

you extracted a cherry from the basket, spinning the stem around your fingers. "why is this place so okay?" you asked, your voice teasing.

percy let out a soft snort of laughter. "what, you want me to go all sappy about some trees?"

you grinned. "perhaps."

he tossed his cherry pit into the grass & stretched out on the blanket, hands behind his head. “fine. it’s peaceful. it smells good. &…” he turned his head to look at you, something unreadable visible in his sea-green eyes. “you’re here.”

your breath hitched.

it wasn’t fair, really, the way he did that. said things like that so casually, like he didn’t know what they do to you.

you swallowed, eyes on the cherry in your hand. "do you. . . ever consider leaving?"

percy flinched. "camp?"

you nodded, still looking at the fruit. "yeah. just… escaping. no gods, no monsters. just… us."

the words felt dangerous, even as you said them. he knows you didn't want to leave permanently. he knows you don't want to abandon camp, your cherry trees, the strawberry patch, your half siblings, annabeth, clarisse, will, nico, grover, chiron.

a break? definitely. the half-bloods have experienced war, not once. lost many. you know percy is exhausted. with all the quests, the gods. he led wars. he mourned(you all did). you remembered the first time he came to camp. clueless of the half blood life, the sparks in his eyes, shined. he was like a fire that refuses to go out.

this is the price he's paying for simply existing. said the gods.

percy was silent for a long moment. when he finally spoke, his voice was gentler. softer. "yeah. i think about it all the time."

your heart tightened. "really?"

he looked away from the sky again. "yeah. but i don't think we'd ever really be able to get away from it, you know?"

you knew. gods, you despised that you knew.

demigods weren't cut out for peaceful lives. no matter how much you wanted to hope otherwise.

percy jerked up, grasping another cherry. but he didn't pop it into his mouth; he held it in front of you, an unspoken offering.

you hesitated, then leaned forward, biting into the fruit he held out to you. his fingers touched your lips▰only for an instant, hardly more than a suggestion▰but it made heat unfold in your chest nonetheless. you heart began hitting, punching, slapping your lungs & rib cage. beating so hard that it hurts.

percy grinned. "see? fleeing wouldn't be so terrible."

you swallowed, heart pounding. perhaps it was the angle of the sun on his face, or perhaps the way time seemed to be holding its breath, but something inside you burst. like a cherry when it gets squished.

before you had time to think twice, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his.

percy stopped in mid-motion for half a second. long enough for uncertainty to seep in▰but then his hand wrapped around your cheek, pulling you closer, deeper. the kiss was slow to start, tentative, like the manner in which the waves of the sea crash against the beach. but then he breathed against your lips, tilting his head to one side, & then it wasn't slow anymore.

your fingers went to his shoulders, curling into the collar of his shirt as he drew you onto his lap. the basket of cherries fell over, abandoned, fruit rolling across the blanket. his arms around your waist, holding you tight against him as his mouth worked against yours▰hungered, urgent, like he's been waiting as long as you had. like he's been craving your lips for decades as long as you had craved his'.

the flavor of cherries hung between you, sweet & intoxicating.

percy pulled back just far enough to press his forehead against yours, his breathing unsteady. "we're going to be late for dinner," he whispered, a lazy smile pulling at his mouth.

you laughed, fingers tangling in his dark hair. "perhaps we should simply run away, then."

his hold on your waist tightened ever so slightly. "tempting."

you kissed him again, slow & lingering, as the cherry blossoms above you continued dancing.

perhaps you would take a bite.

© minorlyatfault, 2025.

[percyswhxre]

why does nobody talk about how percy sent medusa's head to olympus saying "best wishes"??? like damn this 12 year old is savage

[waywardalpacaoctopus]

I ADORE this

◟𖥻 before falling in love : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

Percy finds a list y/n made in order to fall in love, he's determined to be the one to complete it.

warnings: briefly hinted cabin 7 reader

author: this is inspired by the book mi conquista tiene una lista by Inma Rubiales. Recommended if you like cheesy romcoms (as i do) and can read in spanish !!

Percy didn’t mean to find it, really. He didn’t mean to pry into her things; it felt like an invasion of privacy. But she was the one that had sent him to look for a paintbrush while she was painting, and he wasn't at fault if said paintbrush was beside a piece of paper that called for his attention. 

'things someone has to do before I fall in love'

At first, he wants to go and tease her about it, but as he starts reading, he realizes this is his opportunity. 

He had been in love with her for so long he couldn't even pinpoint the exact moment. He has tried to get her to notice, but either she is too oblivious or she acts like it. 

But this list- this list is exactly what Percy needed. He can't tell her, of course, but he is sure that he can check off all the boxes in her list. Then, that's going to show her that he is at least worth a date. 

"Percy, did you find my paintbrush?" she calls from out of the cabin, he quickly pockets the piece of paper on his jeans and takes the brush to go with her. 

it is no big deal, he's just going to take the list with him to make sure he can follow it. She won't realize.  

1. sings with me (even if they can't sing well)  

Percy loves watching her in her element, how she gets absorbed once she's in front of the easel, the way her brush runs through the white canvas, how her brows furrow together when she makes a mistake that surely no one but her is able to notice. 

She sings when she's distracted, and percy loves it. Her voice is just perfect. And somehow, she always seems to know every song playing on the radio. 

And he always finds an excuse to just sit there and watch her as she paints. It's a wonder how she hasn't realized how utterly in love he is, because every time he looks at her with such love in his eyes that by this point, everyone in camp knows about it. 

Sometimes he helps her, mostly when she can't seem to find the paintbrush or pallete she needs, which is why he even found the list to begin with and- talking about the list! Percy remembers exactly what the first point was. 

Sing with her. Percy doesn’t like singing, he's sure that didn’t come with the list of talents provided by Poseidon. He thinks his voice is terrible and even the idea of singing and disturbing the beautiful sound of her voice was just wrong. 

So he starts small, humming along the music. He recognizes this one. That's a first. Even y/n seems surprised as she pauses for a moment, a small smile tugs at her lips before she goes back to painting, but Percy swears he sees the spark of amusement in her expression. 

"You know this one?" she asks, her tone light and teasing. "Come on, sing with me" 

"I’m not a singer" he mutters, immediately stopping his humming. "In fact, i'm terrible at singing." 

"Who said you had to be a good singer? It’s not an audition" she teases, picking up a clean paintbrush and holding it out to him like a microphone. "here." 

Before he can even think about protesting, the chorus of the song kicks in, and she starts singing, her voice clear and cheerful. Percy groans, but he picks up the paintbrush as he starts humming again. 

She grins widely. "See? it's not that hard" 

"I’m still not singing, no way" he insists, though his voice is softer now, the edges of his reluctance smoothing out just by the sight of her smile. 

"Oh, you will" she says confidently, twirling the paintbrush and pointing it at him like a challenge. "Come on, It’s a duet. You can’t say no." 

And he really can't, not because he cares about any duet whatsoever but just because he can't ever say no to her. 

Before Percy knows it, the words spill out of him, hesitant at first, but then stronger as he loosens up. He's Slightly off key, but she doesn’t seem to care. She cheers him on, laughing as he stumbles over the lyrics. 

"You know, you're actually not that bad." she teases as the song reaches its end.  

"You're ridiculous." he says between chuckles, handing the paintbrush back. 

"And you’re fun sometimes." she replies, beaming up at him. 

He gasps playfully. "Excuse you? sometimes?" 

When she burst out laughing, Percy smiles at her. He wasn't expecting checking off the first item on the list would be this easy. Or this fun. 

2. dances in the rain with me. 

The second item comes just as naturally as the first one. Percy doesn’t have to force anything, it just so happens that a few days later, it started raining just when they were walking back from sword training. 

Most campers around them take their things and run for cover. Percy's just about to do the same, knowing the rain is probably Zeus' doing and not wanting to be anywhere near it, when his eyes fall on her and stops right on his track. 

Far from being agitated by the sudden downpour like everyone else, she tilts her face up, laughing as the rain fall all over her. She looks so carefree, so beautiful, that Percy can hardly be blamed for allowing himself to be pulled into her orbit once again. 

Without hesitation, he steps forward, takes her hand, pulls her closer and spins her around. She is confused at first, but then she laughs, her face full of joy. 

Percy is not a good dancer in the slightest, but he tries just for her. He lets himself relax under the pouring rain, twirling her again and again, his hands holding her waist as she throws her head back, laughing like its the best thing in the world.  

He knows there are people around them, probably watching, but he can’t bring himself to care. Her smile, her laugh, make everything else fade into the background. It's like they are in one of those cheesy romantic movies that she has always seem to enjoy so much.  

When the moment slows, Percy reaches out and gently brushes wet strands of hair off her face. She leans into his touch, smiling softly, and for a second, he’s sure his heart skips a beat. 

"I didn’t know you were such a good dancer." she comments, her voice filled with amusement as she tries to catch her breath, raindrops running down her cheeks. 

I could be anything for you he thinks, but instead, he smiles playfully. "maybe i'm just full of surprises." 

3. creates something just for me 

bonus: 4. knows my favorite flower 

Percy realizes soon enough that not everything on the list is going to be as easy as simply going with the flow. He is good at a lot of things, but crafting isn't one of them, so going through the process of creating something was just- difficult to say the least. 

Still, he doesn’t want to half-ass this one, if she wants him to create something for her, then it'll have to be special. 

That's where Leo comes in, Percy has to beg the boy for his help. But once he ends up agreeing, it's all set to go. 

"metal flowers?" Leo repeats, leaning against the workbench in bunker nine. "Really, dude? you're whipped." 

Percy shrugs, trying to act casual. "She really likes flowers. And uh- she loves peonies." 

How does Percy knows she loves peonies? even he's surprised, he doesn't remember her telling him. But he simply knows. And he's sure of it, too.  

"And couldn't you simply buy her some flowers?" Leo asks, but Percy can already see the gears turning in his head. 

"She deserves something unique and special, doesn’t she?" He replies, and that seems to be enough for Leo. 

"Alright, let's get to work then." 

The two of them spend hours working together. Leo shows Percy how to mold and bend the metal into petal shapes. It's easier said than done, but after a few tries, Percy's able to do it by himself while Leo focuses on welding them together, because he doesn’t trust Percy won't end up burning down the bunker. 

When they're finally done, they have a steel peony. It isn't perfect, but Percy's proud of it. It feels special, and he can't wait to give it to her, he barely manages to thank Leo before he's rushing out of the bunker. 

He's able to find y/n on the stables, she has her hair in a ponytail, a few strands falling messily over her face. She's focused on grooming a pegasus, so she doesn’t notice Percy until he taps her shoulder. 

She's startled at first, but once she sees Percy, she visibly relaxes. "Oh hi Perce, do you need something?" 

Percy was excited, but now he's clearly nervous as he stutters through his words. "I- um- I made something for you." 

That gets her attention, she looks at him surprised as she sets the comb down. "You got me something? what do you-" 

Her words trail off when Percy pulls his creation from behind his back. She seems surprised, looking in between the flower he's holding and his face, as though she can't surely trust her eyes. 

"you like peonies, don't you?" he asks hesitantly, even though he had been one hundred percent sure of his choice a few hours ago. 

She opens and closes her mouth, words dying before they can escape her lips as she reaches and takes the steel peony from Percy's hand. 

It takes her just a moment to realize that Percy is still looking at her with eyes full of doubt, and then her lips finally curl up into a beaming smile. "Like them? Percy i adore peonies." she looks back at the flower in her hand, and she almost feels like crying. "It's so beautiful, how did you make it? how did you know I like peonies?" 

"I'm sure you've mentioned it before" he shrugs, trying to hide how nervous he is. "but i'm glad you liked it." 

"I love it." she reassures him, her smile wide. "thank you, Perce." 

And when she leans and kisses his cheek, he knows the effort was worth it. He would do anything just to make her happy. 

5. listens to me 

bonus: 6. shares his opinions with me 

Some of these were the easiest because, well- Percy already did them. It was the minimum he could do, really. Listening to her came as a second nature. 

He could be in a room full of people, all of them talking at once. but the moment y/n's voice filled his ears, he would be the first one listening. 

Right now, he's in the middle of a shouting match with Clarisse. Cabin meetings always go just like this, they waste the first hour without accomplishing anything, the other counselors are used to this by now.  

"I'm just saying, we shouldn't show any weakness! we should focus on our defense." Clarisse slams her palms against the ping pong table, her voice rising. "we're still vulnerable and we shouldn't rely on a stupid dragon for everything!" 

"And i'm just saying." Percy fires back, already losing what little patience he has. "We need to focus on training new campers first, we-" 

Clarisse cuts him short, it's not the first time she has done it. "what better training than patrolling the borders?" 

"We won't send our new campers to fight monsters without any previous training!" His voice rises, everyone else stares like they're watching a tennis match. "We won't send them to die, have you gone mad?" 

Before Clarisse can reply, surely to fire back with some offense on her part, y/n's voice cuts through the noise. 

"Okay, let's calm down." Percy's head whips towards her the moment she talks, the heat of the argument forgotten the moment his eyes find hers. "you both have a point." 

"but-" Clarisse starts again, but Percy's faster. 

"let her talk" he interrupts before they can get into another argument.  

y/n falters for a moment. She isn’t even supposed to be at this meeting, she’s only covering for Will, who’s stuck at the infirmary with some campers who got into a fight. She feels out of place and is ready to choke on her words. But when her gaze meets Percy’s, he nods at her and offers a small, reassuring smile. It’s all she needs to find the courage to continue. 

She takes a deep breath and then keeps going. "Defense is important, but we do need more trained campers. Maybe we could compromise? Split the efforts? Half the camp focuses on guarding the borders, while the other half works on training?" 

There's a murmur of agreement amongst everyone else at the table, even Clarisse seems to deflate as she acknowledges the logic in her suggestion. But her eyes are still focused on Percy, she might not say it out loud but she values his opinion. 

"Actually" he says after a beat, his voice softer now. "that’s not a bad idea. If we rotate shifts, we could cover both." 

Clarisse rolls her eyes at Percy, but she finally concedes. “Fine. That works.” 

y/n allows herself a small, satisfied smile. Percy catches it, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his own face. 

He knows this isn't the first time she was able to calm him down or change his perspective on something, it probably won't be the last either. He'd simply listen to her anytime. 

7. Shares his interests with me 

It takes Percy a lot of convincing to get her to even step into the water. She’s suspicious of his plan and stalls for ages before finally caving to his begging and jumping in. 

It’s worth it, though, because Percy gets to hold her close under the guise of teaching her how to swim. 

"Okay don't panic." He says gently as he guides her into the water. "just lay on your back and try floating, i've got you." 

She gives him a skeptical look, but he smiles and hesitantly places his hands on her waist, gently guiding her to lie back. His touch is steady, reassuring, and slowly, she begins to relax. 

"There you go, see? it wasn't that hard." Percy says softly, not wanting to disrupt the peace of the moment. 

"Well, i'm not drowning, so that's a win" she jokes, earning a chuckle from Percy. 

As the time goes on, Percy shows her how to kick her legs, how to paddle with her arms, and she was able to float by herself in no time, clumsily treading through water while she laughed.  

"You're a natural." he says, though he's already missing holding her close. 

She splashes him, when he laughs, she has to ignore the way her heart flutters in her chest. "Maybe I just have a great teacher." 

By the time the sun started to set in the sky, they had spent hours swimming around, splashing each other and laughing. Being able to see her smile while she floats close to him, Percy feels his chest tighten, a warm spreading through him. 

"I-" love you. Percy is able to catch himself before the words can slip out of his mouth. "thank you for coming with me." 

Her eyes sparkle like they're holding a million stars in them. "Thank you for teaching me how to swim." 

Percy's in love, and he knows he won't be able to keep it to himself for much longer. 

8. stargazes with me

The moon is high in the sky by the time they climb out of the water, the gentle sounds of waves lapping against the shore filling their ears. The air is cooler now, and y/n shivers as droplets of water trickle down her skin. 

Percy notices immediately, and he grabs a towel, wrapping it around her shoulders as they sit down on the pier. "Here." 

"Thank you." She smiles at him warmly. 

For a moment, they sit in silence, their feet dangling over the edge of the pier, toes grazing the water. The sky above them is impossibly clear, stars scattered across the sky. The moonlight casts a soft glow on Percy's face, and she can't help but stare at him just a little longer than she'd like to admit. 

She quickly looks away when he turns to glance at her, busying herself with admiring the sky instead. "it's beautiful out here." 

"Yeah." he replies, his eyes fixated on her. "it is." 

She doesn’t notice at first, too distracted by the way the constellations seem to shine just for them. But when she turns her head to make a comment, she catches him looking at her instead of the sky. 

Her heart skips a beat, but she tries to ignore her reaction behind a small laugh. "Do you know the constellations?" 

"Not really." he admits, shrugging. "I mean, I know of a few, but I always end up mixing them up." 

She smiles softly, pointing at a small cluster of stars. "That one's Orion's belt." 

Percy squints at the sky, following her finger. "Oh right, I see it now." 

Just like that, they fall into an easy rhythm of pointing out constellations, or at least trying to. When they can’t find one, they make up their own, laughing as they assign ridiculous names to each star. 

Eventually, the laughter fades away and they're left with the sound of waves crashing to fill the silence. She hums happily, resting her head on Percy's shoulder. 

"Thank you for today." she murmurs softly. 

Percy feels a warm on his chest he's become too familiar to. "Anytime." 

9. always tells me the truth 

it takes a week for y/n to notice the list is missing. And she's immediately panicking. She had written that list as a spur of the moment, something so personal she couldn't even think about sharing it with anyone.  

As her siblings leave for breakfast, she stays behind. She has already torn her side of the cabin apart, but there’s no sign of the pink paper she used to write the list. 

She's full on freaking out when someone knocks on her door. She's about to tell whoever is at the door to go away, but then she turns around and finds Percy standing by the doorway.

The effect is immediate. Just the sight of him makes her body relax, even if only slightly. Percy has always had that effect on her, it's like the world slows down for a moment, and the chaos in her mind quiets.

"Hey, I wanted to talk to you" he smiles at her, but once he notices her panicked expression, he raises his eyebrows hesitantly. "Are you okay?" 

She freezes, unsure whether to lie or spill everything. But as her eyes meet his, she crumbles under his gaze.

"No" she admits quietly. “I lost something really important.” 

Percy steps inside, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I can help you find it, what did you-” 

He stops himself mid-sentence just as the realization dawns on him. He knows what she lost. He has it on his pocket. 

She doesn’t even seem to notice his sudden change of attitude, she's too busy pacing around the room. "It's a piece of paper but it's personal. And very important. I can't lose it Percy." 

Percy has to stop her before she keeps talking. "i have it." 

She stops on her tracks, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes. "What?"

Percy takes a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he pulls the pink paper from his pocket. It's Slightly crumpled now, but unmistakable. "I have your list."

y/n's white as a ghost as she silently looks at him, so he keeps talking. "I swear I wasn't trying to snoop or anything. It was just there when I came to find the paintbrush you asked for and I-" 

"Did you read it?" she asks, her voice barely a shaky whisper. 

Percy nods, guilt flashing across his face. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have, but… I've been working through it." 

Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Her face flushes with a mix of disappointment and embarrassment, and she snatches the paper from his hand, clutching it tightly. 

"Percy you don't understand." she shakes her head, tears gathering on her eyes. "When I wrote this list, I didn’t want anyone to see it, because I didn’t want whoever completed it, did it just because they had to." 

He understands where she's coming from, he really does. Which is why he doesn’t panic and simply takes a step towards her, carefully reaching to take her hand. "No you don't understand. y/n, I didn’t do those things because I had to do them, but because I wanted to. Everything on there- it’s stuff I’d already do for you anyway." 

Her breath catches in her throat, but she doesn’t take her hand away from him. 

"I already love listening to you, and I share my opinions with you because I want you to know the real me. I made that flower because you deserved something special, and I already knew your favorite flowers were peonies. I taught you to swim because I wanted to share that part of my world with you, and every time I spend time with you is because-" he closes his eyes for a moment, he knows he can't keep hiding his feelings." simply because I love you, I love seeing you smile and I love hearing your laugh. So of course, I'd do anything just to spend time around you." 

His words take away her breath, but she can only focus on three specific words. "You what?" 

"I love you." he replies, no hesitation. "And if this changes anything between us, I’ll understand. But I just can't keep pretending I don't love you." 

For a long moment, she stands frozen, clutching the list in her hand. Her heart races wildly, and her hands tremble. But as the truth of his words sinks in, a realization washes over her like a wave. 

She thinks back to every moment they’ve shared, how he's always the first person she looks for in a room. She thinks about how she's always looked for his comfort, how he always listened to her and made her feel safe, like she belongs. 

She thinks about writing that list. And how it always felt so specific, like no one could surely fulfill it. And it was always because she had one person in mind while writing it. him. 

It hits her all at once: she loves him too. She’s been in love with him for longer than she realized. 

"Percy" she mumbles, her voice soft and her eyes full with tears. "I love you too." 

That's everything he needs to hear. He doesn’t even need to ask for confirmation. He can see it in her eyes. He knows. 

Before she adds anything else, Percy leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. It’s everything she imagined and more, and she knows in that moment that every word he said was true. 

She loves him. She’s sure of it now, just as sure as she is that he loves her.

When he pulls back, there’s a smile on his face that makes her heart flutter. He reaches up, lightly tapping the paper in her hand, his voice warm and teasing. "Looks like you can cross the last item off your list."

10. Kisses me

[xoxochb]

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the lake’s water calmly ripples alongside the wind’s force, a breeze cooler than the warm summer air, a perfect contrast to keep you the perfect temperature.

your wet skin sticks to percy’s. though soon enough the sun would have dried both of you. the wooden dock beneath you (or, if you were to be realistic, underneath percy, since you had been seated atop his lap) is coated with a darker shade from the lake’s water.

your fingers twiddle with a small sea green seashell, your opposite hand entwined with percy’s over your bare tummy.

“perce?” your voice is nothing over a murmur.

at your sudden speaking, percy drops his head to your shoulder, placing pecks to it. “sweet girl.”

you untangle your hands and turn onto your side, draping one arm over his shoulder so steady yourself. your other hand takes the shell between your index and thumb, holding it beside one of percy’s eye.

“what’re you doing, sweet girl?”

a soft smile breaks upon your lips. “same color, hm.”

you place your hand back down on your lap. percy plants a kiss to your forehead.

“what’re you gonna do with it?”

you sigh contently. “I dunno. I’ll probably take out a piece and engrave it in a ring.”

“you already have a ring, sweet girl.” percy takes your left hand from around his shoulder, thumb rubbing over the promise ring laying around its designated finger.

“well, yes. I’ll put this one on my other hand.”

he returns your arm back to its previous spot. “smart.”

you hum and let your gaze return back to the lake. this time, the sunset had cast a pinkish hue to it.

“we should head back soon.”

“we’ve got time.”

you roll your eyes. “when you’re being chased down by a harpy don’t come crying to me.”

he pinched your waist. but not even a millisecond later, his finger loops around the waistband of your bikini and rests there.

“five more minutes?”

your eyes travel from the view of the lake and turn back to percy’s sleepy demeanor. it’s all serene.

“five more minutes.”

[yawneon]

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

[shootingstargirl2001]

☆..Would you..☆

☆Percy Jackson x Reader☆

Warnings : none

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Percy asks from the sandy spot next to your blanket, seeing as he was kicked off of it for making crude jokes.

"hmm..?” You mumble, barely awake from your sunbathing nap. “Would you still love me if I was a worm” he repeats. "Do you plan on pissing off a god of worms or whatever…what is this question” you mumble partly amused and partly confused.

”Sweetheart, please just answer the question” he says while building a small sandcastle. “Well, in this hypothetical situation then yes I would still love you if you were a worm” you respond through a smile which makes Percy grin.

He moves from the sandy spot and abandons his sandcastle to your blanket in doing so, he gets sand all over it. “Perce” you pout “you're getting sand all over me”. “Sorry sweetheart” he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose as an apology.

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[theyloveniahhhhh]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep