#Percy jackson x reader

[shootingstargirl2001]

Percy and his muscle just hear me out, Percy is doing push up, and reader is just watching him, drooling over his muscles and then he invited her to sit on his back and does it with ease👀

Percy loves being oggled by you, you love oggling him, it works. So here you are, watching percy as he and clarisse do a push up competition. Your eyes stay locked onto his muscles as they flex and glisten under the sunlight.

He soaks up your attention as if it gavr him more strength (and knowing him, it probably did.) He looks at you and gives you a a small nod to tell you to come over. You walk over, still focoused on his muscles.

“Get on my back” Percy says, with sweat dripping down his forehead.

No hesitation, you sit on his back when he lowers himself down. Once you do so, he pushes back up. You let a giggle escape your lips and lightly grip his shoulder before looking over at clarisse who ended up stopping like eight minuites ago.

A smirk tugs at the corner of yoour lips. Clarisse rolls her eyes and walks away, leaving you and percy and the crowd of campers that have gatherd. He conyinues to show offhis strength (totally not trying to impress you.)

After a while he finally decides to call it quits, feeling you start to shift around seemingly uncomftorably. He lowers himself to the ground, allowing you to get off easier and stand up the he does the same. He inhales deeply and looks at you, smiling proudly.

His hand goes straight to your waist and tugs you closer. You stand on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek and the crowd of campers start to disperse. “I love my boyfriend” you giggle.

“I love you too angel”

“youre also like super hot which is amazing” he smirks with his face buried in your hair.

“Oh really, how hot?” you pull away and gently smack his chest. “ill show you….after you shower”

“How abo-”

“After” you say firmly, suppressing a snicker when you see his pout.

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“there is nobody quite like you, perseus.”

“compliment or insult?”

you sigh. “it was supposed to be insulting.”

percy murmurs an ‘oh’ before letting you return to your ice cream-eating. you’d scavenged for the largest bowl in camp and proceeded to finish eighty percent of it on your own.

with, of course, a few bites stolen by percy because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t annoy you at any given time?

“where’s my bite?” he pinches your waist.

you squirm and glare at him. “where’s your manners?”

he pinches you again just because he can. “pretty please, my sweetest girl ever, may I have another bite of your ice cream?”

you huff and scoop up a spoonful before sliding it through his lips. he bites down on the spoon, but thankfully you manage to rip it out with a disapproving glare.

“I won’t give you any more if you do that.”

percy frowns and exhales fake-sadly. “oh, sweet girl, how upset I am.”

“shut the fuck up.”

you quickly scoop the remainder of the sweet treat and eat it before he has the chance to whine and complain.

you keep the bowl on top of percy’s chest while you sit up, once positioned, moving it to the nightstand. before you have the chance to lay down again, percy takes ahold of your waist and keeps you steadily in place.

he presses three singular kisses to your sternum before letting you return to laying atop his chest. your head falls over his heart to listen to the soft beats.

percy’s hands slip around your arms to rest on your back, warmth seeping through your skin. you melt into his heat gratefully.

“talk to me, sweet girl.”

you blow a raspberry. “I don’t have anything to talk about.”

“your books? the weather? what we’re doing tomorrow? how sexy you think I am?”

“it’s raining tomorrow. that means whatever we do is going to partake indoors.”

“great! I know plenty we can do inside.”

you squint your eyes and look up at him. “remove anything sexual from your brain.”

“aw.” percy frowns. “but it’s so much more romantic when it rains.”

“it’s the same.”

“you just don’t see the vision like I do.”

you roll your eyes and drop your head back down. “we could run the fireplace. we should make s’mores.”

“we could use that dark chocolate you just bought. or we could try white chocolate.”

“do you think it would taste any good?”

percy shrugs. “we can try it.”

you shrug similarly. “lovely. it’s a date”

“really? so does this mean that after we can have—”

“no.”

[yintous]

꒰ 🧺 ꒱ ─── (𝓨OU) ON MY ARM?ㆍ₊⊹

gn! reader ; hoo boys and embarrassing things they’d do while crushing.

notes. pure fluff, not proofread, based on this ask! [masterlist]

PERCY JACKSON

“this one’s for you” and the ball lands EVERYWHERE but through the hoop

tends to talk louder when he passes by you with his friends (it’s borderline obnoxious sometimes because everyone around you can hear him 😭)

once thought that your ig note was about him so he replied with his own, and he realized that it was NOT about him when he saw another person’s name suddenly written on your note (he struggles to sleep at night when this flashback occurs)

you and percy were playing soccer with mutual friends and instead of kicking the ball to you, he accidentally threw his shoe at you 💔

looks through his profile and imagines himself as you so he could see if he looks cute or not from a third-person perspective

JASON GRACE

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” “no” “oh ok 😔”

was praying that you’d send him a bicep picture so he can show off for you like the way those people on tiktok do (he never got a bicep picture)

you leave him on delivered for five minutes and he’s already pacing around, clutching his hair and overthinking about what he did wrong

tried impressing you during a night of just dance and he was as stiff as a brick

was accidentally the first to view your story because he was stalking your highlights

LEO VALDEZ

when he was talking to you, he tried to lean on something to look cool and tripped on his own feet

searches up “flirty pick up lines to make crush fall in love with you” and has read a concerning amount of articles about it

doesn’t skip those random tarot readings about love on his feed and ends up giggling after finishing them

was chewing gum while talking to you and it flew out of his mouth when he laughed at something you said (he was trying to make his laugh sound as cool as possible too)

“where my hug at? 😏”

imagined you saving him from harm’s way before going to sleep. sometimes clarity by zedd, foxes play in the background too

FRANK ZHANG

there’s this photo of him photobombing a picture with your friends and staring into the soul of the camera on accident

what makes things even worse is the fact that he doesn’t know where the photo is— when he tried finding it in the internet, it was impossible to do so. it just weighs on him right before he falls asleep 🥀🥀

you once overheard frank yelling “I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON [NAME]!” at leo when he was teasing him; when frank saw that leo was looking at a person behind him, he turned around and immediately became red at the sight of you

to this day, you still don’t know if he was trying to convince leo, himself, or you

genuinely feels comforted by perfumes or specific scents that remind him of you

© yintous do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

[berilaksl]

omg percy with a jealous girlfriend and she tries to dom him for once but she can’t and he takes over

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warnings : only a make out scene nothing much !

notes ! ALL AGED UP! i couldn’t help but think of a smut scene right now but the first thing that came up to my mind was this maybe another time I can write it with the same thing! (THANKS FOR THE IDEA THOUGH🫶🏻)

Fuming and fussing about a so called “useless” topic all afternoon was not expected but still it did happened.

Not in an over-the-top, steam-blowing-from-your-ears kind of way, but in the quietly possessive yet stomach twisting , “don’t make me act up” kind of way.

It had started earlier at dinner. The evening went pretty well as the Some daughter of Aphrodite had gotten a little too touchy with Percy, laughing a little too hard at his jokes, her hand resting way too long on his arm. And Percy—being his usual dumb, flirty self—had just smiled like an idiot and let it happen. It wasn’t harmless for sure you thought but deep down it’s the bottom of your heart and the thoughts that ran over your head wasn’t telling the same thing.

So time passed by pretty long especially the walk to Percy’s cabin to atleast confront him about it , you sit on the edge of his soft bed with wrinkled sheets, arms crossed, legs swinging, plotting.

The door creaks open softly, and you hear the wet patter of bare feet against the wooden floor before you see him.

Percy Jackson enters the room like he has all the time in the world, completely unaware—or maybe purposely ignorant—of the thundercloud brewing in your expression. His damp swim trunks cling low on his hips, water trailing in slow rivulets down his chest, carving a glistening path over toned muscle and soft freckles you’ve kissed a hundred times.

His dark hair is a messy halo of wet curls, dripping slightly onto his shoulders. A orange Camp Half-Blood shirt clings tightly to his torso, half transparent with how soaked it is, leaving little to the imagination. It rides up just a bit at the hem, flashing a sliver of his v-line that makes your mouth go dry despite yourself.

And he’s smiling. Of course, he is. That lazy, easygoing grin that he knows drives you crazy.

He shrugs the towel off his shoulders, ruffling his hair casually before his eyes finally land on you, seated at the edge of his bed, arms crossed, legs swinging, and jaw locked.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he says, voice soft, familiar, and smooth like sea glass. “How was your day?”

His tone is light, like he hasn’t just come back from entertaining an Aphrodite camper with that same smile he’s wearing now. His eyes linger on your face, searching yours with that boyish curiosity that should be endearing but right now feels infuriatingly cocky.

You stare at him. He stares back.

There’s a beat of silence.

Then, flatly—without so much as a blink—you say:

“Have fun?”

The smile falters just slightly at the corners of his mouth. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But you do. His weight shifts from one foot to the other, towel now hanging from his hand as he tilts his head, blinking like he’s still playing innocent.

“Fun?” he echoes, voice dipped in amusement. “What, the swim?”

You give him a slow, withering once-over. “Sure. Let’s call it that.”

He looks up, towel draped around his neck, a stupid grin already playing on his lips. “Mm, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound a little jealous, sweet girl.”

You scoff. “Jealous? Of her? Please.”

“Oh?” he tilts his head, stepping between your knees. “So you didn’t glare at her like you were ready to drown her in the lake?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way his wet curls are clinging to his temples. “You liked the attention.”

Percy hums, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw. “Only like yours.”

That makes your chest flutter—ugh, annoying. You steel yourself, hands pushing lightly at his chest. “Lie down.”

He blinks. “Huh?”

“I said,” you repeat, pushing again, “Lie. Down.”

He raises a brow, clearly amused, but doesn’t argue. He throws himself back onto the bed, hands behind his head like he’s waiting to be entertained.

You crawl over him, straddling his hips, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips at the control. You trail your fingers up his chest slowly, teasing.

“Mm, you’re getting bold, huh?” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, lips twitching. “Look at you trying to be in charge. Should I be scared?”

“Maybe,” you whisper, leaning down to nip at his throat.

He lets out a breathy laugh, hands still behind his head, letting you explore. But just as you start to grind down slightly, his grip snaps to your hips—tight, firm, and all too confident.

“You’re cute when you try,” he murmurs, flipping you with barely any effort. Your back hits the mattress and he’s suddenly over you, smirking down with that infuriating, all-knowing glint in his sea-green eyes. “But we both know how this ends.”

“Percy—”

“Hush.” His voice drops, low and velvet-smooth. One hand pins your wrists above your head while the other traces slow, maddening circles on the inside of your thigh. “You really thought you could top me, sweet girl?”

You arch your back in response, trying to regain some control, but his hand grips your chin gently, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes on me.” His voice softens. “Don’t pout now—you know I love when you try.”

Your breath hitches as his fingers trail up beneath your shirt, dragging across your skin with purpose. He leans down, brushing his lips against your neck—light, feather-soft—until he reaches that one spot that always makes your breath catch.

“There,” he whispers, kissing it again. “Right here, huh? That little spot you melt for?”

You squirm, trying to close your thighs, but he’s already settling between them, warm and heavy and maddening.

His kisses trail lower, dipping beneath the neckline of your shirt. He doesn’t rush. That’s the worst part. He takes his sweet, agonizing time. You can feel his smile against your skin every time you shiver.

“Smell like vanilla,” he murmurs, nosing along your collarbone. “New body wash?”

“They were out of strawberry,” you mumble.

He chuckles. “I liked being your body wash better.”

“Percy—”

“Mm, sweet girl,” he breathes, lifting his head to meet your gaze again. “Look at you. So tense. What’s got you all worked up? Hm?”

You glare up at him, flushed and breathless, lips parted with anticipation you can’t hide.

“You,” you muttered. “You and your—your smug face and your stupid Aphrodite fan club—”

He kisses you, full and slow, stealing the rest of your sentence.

“My smug face, huh?” he mumbles against your lips, tongue slipping in just enough to make you gasp. “Guess you’ll just have to put up with it, sweetheart.”

His hand slips between your thighs and you jolt, hips rising instinctively.

“Still wanna be in charge?” he teases.

You shake your head.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

He makes good on the promise. Every stroke, every kiss, every breath is deliberate. He knows your body too well—knows what makes you twitch, what makes you moan, what makes you beg.

And he loves to hear you beg.

“Say it,” he breathes against your skin.

“Percy—”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp. “Always yours.”

That earns you a deep groan, his lips crashing into yours as he drags you closer, until there’s no space left between you. The world blurs around the edges—only Percy remains: his scent, his voice, his warmth.

You don’t even remember what had you so jealous in the first place.

[stilessflannel]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pumkinzee]

AMÁRRAME ˏˏ LEO VALDEZ

summary: "Latino Leo" "Latino Leo" what about a Latino Leo by a LATINO fan, huh?

pairing: Leo Valdez x gn!reader

⌑ - English isn't my first language so I'm using a translator and my basic knowledge of the language!

𝐑equest 𝐨pens! + 𝐫ules!

This man is Mexican. No, "x Latino character" does not equal "Mexican" but I like to see Leo as another brother.

He is from the north, I want to talk to someone about how he is the MASTER of carne asada.

Sorry Argentines

He likes jamaica and says that all the team horchata are pendejos

He's afraid of tremors, I don't know why

Yes, he says "mi amor" and "mi cielo" in spanish, but doesn't anyone else think he's a "chiquita/chiquito" type?

And with his husky voice in the mornings...AHHHH.

He has like five t-shirts that the government gives away during political season and you wear ALL of them as pajamas.

One day he made Percy an azulito

azulito: Azulito is a drink made with vodka, lemon soda, energy drink, chamoy and chili powder. It is also known as a smurf drink.

(One minute of silence)

He uses the word "wey" a lot, SO MUCH.

"That's not how it works, wey" "WEY, I need your help" "Are you ok wey?"

He already scared Jason by telling him the legend of La Llorona and Frank with the legend of the Chupacabras.

He always smells like coal, don't even ask me why.

I'd like to say he can dance "el payaso del rodeo" but LMAO he's dyslexic.

He's in charge of the fireworks on the 4th of July, I'd like to think that, since the camp is a breeding ground for neurodivergents, his fireworks don't make as much noise

Okay, going a little more about what he's like as a boyfriend....

He throws tantrums about everything

He's very clingy.

One moment you can be normal, happy to be alive, and the next you're tackled by a sooty ball with legs, also named your boyfriend

He likes to have his hands intertwined all the time.

For this very reason, he ALWAYS has a hand on you, I'm not kidding.

Your back, your waist, your shoulder, your leg, WHEREVER.

He likes to scare you, sometimes he'll come up from behind to give you a kiss on the back of the neck knowing he'll get a good scare out of you

Think he's canonically good at cooking? Get ready to have a romantic dinner with Mexican dishes or your favorite food.

He never gets tired, that man doesn't have an off button, he's always chattering away or going from one place to the other

He knows how to say tongue twisters, he once tried to say one and Frank thought he was invoking something.

He teaches you how to salsa dance even though he's not even good at it.

I once read that the tips of his curls caught fire during their first kiss (can't remember the author of the fanfic) and I was OBSESSED.

You mean, the two of you, on your first kiss, him being a bundle of nerves and stuttering, and suddenly his head bursts into flames? Yes.

Talking about kissing, this man is obsessed with kissing you.

Seriously, his favorite part of the day is when at breakfast time you give him the good morning kiss, he'll say you taste like breakfast while laughing like a simp

Ah, yeah, he's a SIMP

Kissing sessions in his workshop? Usual

He'll definitely put you on his desk, getting between your legs, or directly sit you on his lap.

He likes to be pulled by the hair

it turns him on a bit

Sometimes he hugs you forgetting that he's full of fat

He always gets a scolding in between, but he doesn't care.

He sings to you in spanish when you're cuddled up in his bed

Kisses on the forehead melt him and make him weak in the knees

Sometimes he draws both of your initials on his creations without realizing it

He has a bunch of pictures of you scattered all over his workshop

It wouldn't bother him if you were taller than him, on the contrary, it would drive him crazy.

I think he would presume it lmao

©pumkinzee

[simpingmyassoff]

Angels encounter

Percy jackson x reader

This is my first fic i write after ages not writing | Information about angelreader is in the tag to find | English isn't my first language<3

The infirmary was quiet, save for the soft rustle of a breeze through the open window and the gentle hum of cicadas in the distance. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the bed where Percy Jackson lay, still and pale, recovering from his brutal encounter with the Minotaur.

He stirred.

A quiet voice gasped. “He’s waking up!”

Percy blinked, eyes adjusting slowly to the soft light. His body ached all over, but something warm and comforting brushed his lips. He blinked again. A spoon?“You’re okay,” you whispered, your voice laced with relief.

His vision focused just enough to make out a small figure perched beside him, holding the spoon with careful hands. your eyes were filled with concern and hair tied back with a white ribbon shaped into a bow. Your expression looked like you’d been holding your breath for hours.

Was he dead?

Because this definitely looked like a scene from heaven.

“You should eat something,” you said, voice so soft it barely carried. “It’ll help your strength come back.”

A blonde girl stood beside you with arms crossed, watching him closely. “Told you he was tough,” she muttered, but her tone was more impressed than annoyed.

“She means she didn’t think you’d make it,” you clarified sweetly, offering another spoonful.

Percy coughed a little, sitting up slowly. “Where... am I?” You smiled gently. “Camp Half-Blood. You’re safe now.” you reached out and adjusted the blanket around his shoulders with motherly care. “I’m [Y/N], and this is Annie. I mean-Annabeth.” Annabeth rolled her eyes but didn’t correct you. Percy, still dazed, glanced between them.

“Did... did an angel just feed me pudding?” You giggled-a quiet, airy sound and your cheeks pinked. “No wings, just ribbons,” you said, tugging lightly one end in your hair.

“She’s always like this,” Annabeth said, but there was warmth in her voice. “Everyone calls her Angel at camp. You’ll see why.” Percy tried to sit up again, but his arms gave a weak shake. You steadied him instantly, touch cool and soothing. “Don’t push it. You were really hurt. I’m going to get Grover, okay? He’ll want to see you.”

She stood and gently smoothed her skirt-white with little gold accents, because of course you looked celestial. Then you slipped out of the room, your ribbon trailing behind you like a comet tail.

Percy blinked at the door you left through, his mouth slightly open.

“You look like you’ve seen Aphrodite,” Annabeth teased.

“I think I saw an angel,” Percy muttered.

Annabeth snorted. “Told you.”

@shootingstargirl2001 (as promised)

[itrainswhenurhere]

[alluringwaves]

fresh out the slammer/percy jackson ೃ࿔*:

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ “now, pretty baby, i'm running back home to you / fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to”

summer!roberts!reader x percy jackson

song: fresh out the slammer – taylor swift

The first time you see Percy Jackson after months apart, he looks wrecked.

He’s leaning against the railing near the lake, arms crossed, gaze distant. His camp necklace hangs loose around his neck, and his hair is messier than usual. His whole posture screams exhausted.

And when he finally turns and sees you?

You expect something cocky. Some stupid “Miss me, Princess?” line, or a smirk, or something to make you roll your eyes.

But instead, Percy just stares.

Like he can’t believe you’re real.

And suddenly, you remember—

The weeks you spent not knowing if he was alive.

The way people whispered about how bad it had gotten.

The part of you that swore, if he came back, you’d kill him yourself.

But now he’s here. And he’s looking at you like that.

You cross your arms. “What, no dramatic entrance? No cocky one-liner?”

Percy’s mouth twitches, like he wants to smirk—but doesn’t. Instead, he just shakes his head, slow, deliberate.

“Nah,” he says, voice rough. “I’m just happy to see you.”

You hate the way your heart clenches.

You scoff, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Well, obviously. I’m a delight.”

But it doesn’t come out as confident as you want it to be, because right now, you feel so relived, and mad, and confused, you could cry.

Percy finally smiles, small but real. “Yeah. You are.”

And that? That’s not fair.

Because suddenly, you remember everything.

All the fights.

All the nights you stayed up, waiting for news.

All the times he left, and left, and left.

You inhale sharply, steeling yourself. “You left.”

Percy’s smile fades.

“I had to,” he says quietly.

“You always ‘have to,’” you snap, arms tightening around yourself. “And I always—”

You stop. Bite your lip. Refuse to let him see how much you care.

Percy steps closer. “You always what?”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” he says, voice firm. “You matter.”

You roll your eyes, because that’s easier than breaking down in front of him. “Save the poetic shit for someone else, Jackson.”

Percy, annoyingly, does not back off. Instead, he crowds into your space, close enough that you can smell the lake on him, the salt and the sea, the pieces of him that are so fundamentally not yours.

“You’re mad at me,” he says.

“Obviously.”

“You missed me.”

You glare. “You don’t know that.”

Percy just looks at you, green eyes steady. “Yeah, I do.”

Your throat tightens. Because he’s right. And that’s the worst part.

So you do the only thing you can—you turn, start walking away, try to escape before you do something stupid, like forgive him too easily.

But before you can get far, Percy grabs your wrist.

And suddenly, you’re spinning back into him, his hands firm, steady, familiar.

And when he says, “Please don’t go,” it’s not a demand. It’s a plea.

You swallow hard. “You’re an idiot.”

Percy exhales a laugh, breath warm against your skin. “Yeah. I know.”

And then, before you can talk yourself out of it, before you can remind yourself of all the reasons you should stay mad—

You kiss him.

And he kisses you back.

Like he’s fresh out the slammer, and you’re the first thing he wants to hold.

[bvrnesher]

❝ revealing pics ! ❞ ― pjo / hoo boys !

Summary: Accidentally sending nudes to the pjo/hoo boys ! stablished relationship, just they’re reactions

— ✦ special 400 followers and 65 days on tumblr !

part i. –Percy Jackson! Jason Grace! Leo Valdez !

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Percy Jackson !

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez !

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part ii. — Frank Zhang ! Luke Castellan ! Nico di Angelo + Lester (cause I love him)

[dreamdragonkadia]

AND WITH HERA AND GAEA'S ATTENTION THE OTHER MAIN 7 MIGHT BE ON READER CASE TO an percy wanting to protect reader tries to shield the truth and stall the future he did it once he can do it again!

The main 7 relationship with percy is probably trashed already tbh 😔

Sister I already smell the cooking 😍😍😍

Ohhh I didn’t even think about this dynamic yet. Besides Annabeth and Grover, the reader wouldn’t have met the rest of the Seven, and she 100% thinks Percy has daddy issues because he just never talks about his dad. Like she knows of him, sure, but it’s always this weird, avoidant silence that she’s learned not to push too hard on.

And then boom, Gaea's whispers start surfacing, weird signs showing up, and suddenly Hera is involved with a mortal woman, and it’s not even Percy who tells the others. It’s Annabeth. She drops it like, “Yeah, Hera’s taken an interest in her, Percy's pissed about it,” and the room just goes quiet because… why would Hera be involved with a mortal? Why now?

The Seven are immediately on edge. They lived that war, and if they even smell a Gaea situation brewing again, they’re in survival mode. But this time, Percy's trying to avoid it. Dodging questions, like maybe if he just pretends long enough, this won’t turn into another prophecy.

And then Rachel shows up like, “So… hey. Weird question, has anyone else been having dreams again?”

And it’s over. Because she’s got paint all over her hands, eyes wide, voice way too calm to mean anything good. She’s already seen the shape of something coming. And whatever it is? It’s tied to the reader.

Percy stiffens. Refuses to meet anyone’s eyes. Tries to write it off, “Prophecies are unpredictable,” “It doesn’t mean anything yet,” “We don’t know it’s connected to her.”

But they all see the way his hand tightens around yours. The way his jaw clenches. He knows. He’s known.

And suddenly the Seven aren’t just worried. They’re wondering how long he’s been hiding it.

[shootingstargirl2001]

Percy jackson x reader Warnings : allusions to sex and making out ig

“Mmm…” you pull your lrgs onto the bed so percy can clean up the spilled drink, shirtless. He rolls his eyes at you, tossing the now-soaked washcloth into the laundry basket at the foot of the bed. “Did you knock that drink over on purpose… just so you can bat your eyes and watch me clean it up?” he climbs onto the bed, hovering over you.

“I would never,” you sputter with a giggle, “but, now that you mention it, i might keep that tactic in mind.” He takes a deep break and peppers kisses to your neck. “Oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow.

“yeah.”

A soft chuckle rumbles in percys throat. He tilts your face up to kiss you, his soft lips meeting yours. “No matter how many times i kiss you, its just as magical each time,” the corners of your mouth turn up at his confession.

“How sweet” you huff, he nips at your bottom lip. His hand grips at your waist, tongue swiping across your bottom lip. “You are intoxicating” he pants when you pull away.

[xoxochb]

short blurb today I’m sorryyyyy 😞😞

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“I hate this fucking soap.”

“it says right here: ‘irresistible scent’. am I irresistible yet, sweet girl?”

you sarcastically ponder the question for a second. “the opposite.”

“guess I need more of it then—”

“no!”

before percy has the chance to lather himself in any more of his new soap you snatch the bottle from his hands and place it back on the shelf.

“because you think I’m already irresistible enough? yeah, I know, sweet girl, you don’t have to say it.”

you furrow your brows at him. “you’re not—”

“no, it’s fine. that’s exactly why you had your hands all over me last night, I remember it clearly.”

“goodbye, percy.” you roll your eyes and step out of the shower.

he turns off the water and follows your actions quickly. but before you gather the change to take your towel from the hook, percy grabs it and begins to dry you off himself.

“I’m a grown woman, I can do this myself.”

“I know you can, sweet girl.”

you look at him expectantly waiting for the ‘however—���

however, he ignores you and begins to place kisses to your damp skin, beginning from your jaw and downwards your body as he dries you.

you sigh and take ahold of his shoulders to keep yourself steady. “percy…”

“my sweet girl,” he murmurs against your tummy.

“I know what you’re doing.”

he drops the towel and holds your thighs as he looks upwards to you. “do you?”

“yes. let go of me.”

“yes ma’am.” percy stands and holds his hands up defensively.

you take this chance to grab your towel again and wrap it around yourself this time. percy takes his own, repeating the same but hanging lowly around his hips.

“you’re not irresistible yet, don’t even ask.”

you hold up a hand in a stopping motion and exit the bathroom. percy follows you like a lost puppy.

“you know I am, just say it once and I’ll be happy.”

“I’m not saying it.” you scavenge your drawer for a pair of panties to sleep in.

“once.”

you take a pink pair, sliding them up your legs. with one hand clutching the towel, you use your other to land on percy’s chest.

“percy.”

“sweet girl.” he smiles once your attention is on him.

“you, perseus jackson, are the most irresistible man ever.”

“does this mean you’ll make out with me?”

“don’t push it.”

[sillylittlespam]

say you wanna quit, don’t be stupid ! leo valdez x reader

summary : in which leo stupidly puts himself in danger under the assumption that no one on the argo ii cares. but when he comes back alive, he realizes (y/n) cares.

author’s note! this is short and based on an idea i had last night soooo enjoy!

warnings : cursing, leo is borderline(?) suicidal (canon tbh argue with the wall), may or may not have a sequel idk

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Leo had a habit of being reckless. It wasn’t as if he actively looked for ways to almost die, he just didn’t have that much to live for. Not in the attention-seeking, “no one cares about me” kind of way, just that for most of his life he didn’t have anyone who would be particularly distraught if he died.

He had assumed that was the way things still were, despite his change in scenery. Building the Argo II had earned him a bit of cred amongst the other crew members, but it was still an unspoken agreement that everyone had their thing going on, and Leo had his. With all of the couples and lifelong friends, Leo just didn’t fit into any of that, and he had accepted it. 

Which was why he didn’t think twice before nearly sacrificing himself during a monster attack. After a straight week of flying, Festus needed a break, otherwise the ship might just stop moving and pummel into the Mediterranean Sea. Thus, they made a pit stop on some Mediterranean island that Leo didn’t know the name of. 

He didn’t remember exactly how it happened, just that he ended up being the one to try and lure the monster away, before ultimately introducing it to its fire-y doom. There was the large chance that the monster would pummel him or slice him open with its poisonous claws (he still wasn’t exactly sure what kind of monster it was, but he learned the hard way that a scratch from the claws made his head spin sideways and his vision go blurry), but he didn’t mind. Either he came back alive, or… well, it wasn’t something he thought about too much. 

He wasn’t surprised to see the looks of relief that came over everyone’s face at the sight of his very much alive body. Yeah, they cared. But not too much. 

He let Piper drag him down to a sitting position and began to apply some sort of ointment on to the slash across his shoulder that sat dangerously close to his neck. The ointment had a cooling sensation, like when you put toothpaste on your lips. He had to blink a couple times in order to focus his eyes. He suddenly realized he felt hot. Very hot. And his arms felt very heavy.

“…definitely out of it,” Piper said, and he turned his attention back to her, flinching at the sight of her face far too close to him, “-must have some sort of toxin…bet he doesn’t even know what’s going on.”

“Yes I do,” he muttered. His voice sounded loud in his ears, as if it were competing with the drum beat of his heart.

Piper turned her head back to him, “Whadja say?”

He knew she had heard him, so he didn’t bother repeating himself. His eyes scanned the group that hovered just out of reach. Their eyes held concern, not for him, but for how they would’ve felt had he not survived. He looked across the crowd again, and again, and again, and his face fell. Where was (y/n)?

“Does it hurt? Sorry,” Piper muttered, her eyes picking up on his frown as she pressed something against his wound. He didn’t know what on earth she was doing. He had lost sense of any feeling in that side of the body after she had put the ointment on him.

“No, it’s fine,” he said, offhandedly. If there was one person on the Argo II that he thought would care more, it was (y/n). Leo had connected with her because they were the only two who weren’t romantically involved with anyone on the ship, so they had a lot of movie nights and late night discussions on a variety of topics. While he knew they weren’t super close, he liked to think that they were still friends. So where the hell was she?

He looked over the faces again, as if somehow hoping that (y/n) would appear next to them. Hazel, Frank, Jason, Annabeth, Nico. Nico, Annabeth, Jason, Frank, Hazel. Hazel, Frank-

Wait, where was Percy?

“Oh my Gods!” The sound of (y/n)’s cry made him turn his head so quickly it startled Piper and made the side of his body with the cut tingle. Maybe it should hurt? He knew it definitely shouldn’t feel this way. But he didn’t care. Not right now. 

Piper moved out of the way, and before he knew it, (y/n)’s face was buried in his unharmed shoulder, her arms were thrown around his torso, and she was practically sitting on top of him.

Looking over her head, he watched as the other crew members all awkwardly found something else to do. Annabeth walked over to Percy, who had made his appearance by jogging out of the woods, not far behind (y/n).

“She was so frantic, I had to tell her we found him like, three times before she understood,” he said to Annabeth, his eyes meeting Leo’s from around ten feet away, and Leo realized that he was the “he” Percy was referring to, “As soon as I said he was alive, she started running. That girl is fast.”

“Well, whatever that thing injected into him was some sort of venom,” Annabeth said, “We don’t think it’s life-threatening, but he's as high as Olympus and doesn’t know what’s going on.”

Speaking of (y/n), it wasn’t until he noticed the growing wet spot on his shirt that he realized she was crying. A lot.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he wrapped his arms around her. Her arms tightened their hold around his torso, and he winced. He might have a bruised rib. He brought his hand up to pet her hair, like he had done on several previous occasions. Her hair was so soft. It reminded him of a patch of sweet-smelling moss, so comforting and-

Without any notice, (y/n) was on the ground next to him, and she used her hands to shove him. Then she began to hit him, but not hard. At least, he didn’t think so. He couldn’t really feel it.

“The fuck?” he asked, surprised to see the angry look on her face.

“You- stupid- fucking- idiot!” (y/n) yelled, each word coming with another punch, “I thought you died! Why the fuck would you do that to me?”

The hitting had stopped, and she was looking at him as if she wanted a real answer. That made him think. Why did he do that to her?

“I dunno,” he said truthfully, and his lips felt heavy, “I wasn’t thinking.. ‘m sorry, (y/n).”

Watching the way he could barely sit up by himself, the anger slowly drained from (y/n)’s face, until all that was left was a sort of softness that Leo couldn’t place.

“Don’t do that shit ever again,” and suddenly she looked sad. Really sad, like she was about to start crying. She was that distraught over losing him?

“I won’t,” he said, and he meant it. If she cared that much about him… well, he cared too much about her to make her go through that again, “I promise.”

Her lips pressed together in an unstable line, and he opened his arms. Without hesitation, she accepted the invitation and hugged him again, this time her face pressed against his chest, her head tucked under his chin.

“‘m really sorry,” he muttered into her hair, his hand rubbing soft circles into her back. He still felt surprised. He didn’t know he meant this much to her. (y/n) was the type of person who didn’t let a lot of people in, so he knew it was a big deal for her to be holding onto him like he would disappear if she let go.

Percy and Annabeth watched from a good distance away, close enough to see the dazed but sensitive look on Leo’s face as he held (y/n), but far enough that the two demigods couldn’t hear them.

“I remember when we were like that,” Annabeth sighed, a sort of maternal look on her face.

“The one thing that kept me from dying was knowing that if I did, you would find me in the Underworld and make me regret it,” Percy grinned at the unamused stare that he received from his girlfriend.

The couple fell silent as they not-creepily continued to watch (y/n) and Leo.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” Percy asked.

“For them to realize they like each other, or for them to do something about it?” Annabeth asked.

“Both.”

“A long time.”

“This will be interesting.”

[nakamuralovebot]

You're here that's the thing - P. Jackson

Catch the rain, even on a sunny day..

Standing on the docks, it was a sunny day. Like usual in camp halfblood, even despite the colder seasons finally approaching. 

3 months after the war, maybe 4, you weren’t exactly sure. It felt like time was moving without you, without them. All the people that had been lost in the war. You weren’t completely alone, you still had friends at camp, at home, but it did feel lonely sometimes.

“Hey,” a familiar voice broke you out of your trance. You kept your eyes trained on the lightly rippling water for a moment before diverting your attention to the sea blessed boy.

“Hey,” a soft reply.

But she seems tired ‘cause we’ve been through this..

“Back here again?” Percy asked, a small, careful, smile gracing his face. 

“It’s.. calming,” You hummed with a small nod, “Good place to think.”

With that, you both fell into silence. He took a step, standing beside you, mirroring your actions as he stared out into the lake. You could faintly see the naiads playing in the depths.  

I know you said that we’re not a thing..

The absence of those lost at war was felt heavily throughout camp, like a constant weight on your shoulders seeing the absent beds, activities, and seats in the dining pavilion. For the past couple months you had hid around camp, taking time to yourself to calm down, to think, to get away from it all. Yet Percy had found you, every time.

“I’m sorry,” he speaks softly, breaking the silence between the two of you, and for once he didn’t wear that soft smile.

“Why?” 

Percy stares down at the water, you notice his hands are shaking lightly. “I could’ve done more to help,” You already knew what he was talking about.

The war was hectic, brutal, and messy. Percy, you, all the other campers, did as much as one could. Most moved on, trying not to linger on the grief. You thought Percy had too, but as he opens up to you, you realise most campers are probably just trying to remain indifferent on the outside.

“You know that’s not true..” You reason, not even Percy Jackson could change fate - probably.

“But-” He looks up to you, his sea green eyes meeting yours.

but you’re here, that’s the thing.

Your expression softens, a hand reaching out to lightly grasp onto his, “But you’re here for me now,” You almost whisper, “That alone means a lot to me.”

He grabs your hand in a firmer grip, a smile, albeit smaller, returning to his face. 

“Thank you,” He replies quietly. You smile back.

and I’m not trying to give you a ring, well maybe on the phone if you let it sing..

You didn’t know what exactly you had with Percy, maybe there was something but labels aren’t too important, you were content for now. His hand in yours, shoulders against one another as you watch the sun slowly duck down, reflecting golden hues onto the lake, you consider that maybe things will look up after the war.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[cleverdestinyprince]

“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”

ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep

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