#Percy will definitely need a hug

[dandelion-blues]

#10 What if...

Percy Jackson's first life was as the stillborn son of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon

PJO x A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones) crossover

The Fates’ Gambit

Percy's luck finally ran out. Here, he was dying in a pool of his own blood. Crimson and gold blood soaked into the ground. He just wishes he got to see his family one last time. For his mom to hold his hand, while Paul rambled about his newest book fascination, trying to be calm for Percy and for his little sister Estelle to smile and babble at him.

Hades, he even wanted to see his distant father, Poseidon, and his step-mother Amphitrite, and brothers Triton and, of course, Tyson. After all, he got closer to his godly side of the family when he was allowed to visit their palace after the Giant War, and he found himself missing their presence as well. He also really wanted his boyfriend. He wanted Jason to make the gray skies and rain go away so he could see the sun one last time. To see his beautiful golden hair and tanned skin, and blinding smile, staple scar and all, even if he was holding back tears. 

None of this happened though, Percy was dying alone, in a dark alley all because he had grown complacent, weak in thinking everything was finally over and he could finally be happy, have a happily ever after. How stupid?! Percy should have known that was impossible for him.

When he felt blood marking his body, gaping wound in his abdomen, broken and twisted bones, he knew he only had mere minutes, seconds to live, and even when his thoughts grew sluggish he prayed to Poseidon, Triton, Amphitrite, and told them he loved them and to tell his mother, step-dad, and little siblings Estelle and Tyson that he loved them too, and wished he would get to stay with them. Alas, the fates never seemed to like him, and they should continue to live and be happy without him.

He coughed up blood, struggling to breathe as blood filled his lungs and throat. It tasted of iron and sweetness — the taste of his divinity that only grew stronger as he aged. It was a bittersweet taste, even as he was finally coming to terms with his ascendance and future immortality, over living to a hopefully old age — he now gets neither. He was dying, and there was no blessing that could save him, but Percy hoped that his family would forgive him and live on, that they heard his final prayer.

Percy smiled glad he got to say some form of good bye, and took one last wheezing breath, the light fading out of the seventeen year old's eyes just as a burst of blinding light could be seen in his last moments, and he embraced the darkness…

A beautiful light so bright, like stars coalsensing in the dark depths of the sea. It didn’t burn like Percy thought seeing the true forms of the gods would. No, it just felt safe. It’s too bad that it’s too late for him…

Notes:

Percy's first life never began. 

He was born the unnamed first born of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, who died shortly after birth. However, upon his death, his body was taken away in a flash of light. This light was shown throughout the whole kingdom, and whispers in an ancient language were heard (which would be triggered for them to remember Percy upon his return. That he is the rightful king.) 

Then, he had his second life as Perseus 'Percy' Jackson, and the fates had it out for him. He almost made it to eighteen, and he thought he finally could rest, but no, he died. The fates weren't done with him, for it was time for him to go back to his first life and take his rightful place on the throne and fight the Night King and enemies of the throne where he came back in a burst of light and ancient words were once again spoken triggering the people's memories and the words were translated to "The King has been reborn and returned." Before the words said, "the prince has died and left."

Maybe have Percy come back in a burst of blinding light with a lot of witnesses, and they believe these 'gods' words and as Percy passes out upon merging with his first life's body and his old one (the old one was an empty shell waiting to be used), the people immediately go to treat him and Cersei is overjoyed about having her son back. 

The light shows throughout the kingdom just as he did when he died. Maybe have Percy show up before Tommon's reign as a gift from the gods and take his place on the throne. He's not prepared and yes he has a darker morality, but he will still be Percy (like Jason Todd level), and since he wasn't reborn through the Lethe he has his memories and powers.

Also, Percy has been growing closer to the sea fam after the war with Gaia and receiving royal lessons, so he isn't completely left hanging when it comes to being royalty and dealing with the court and nobles. 

Percy will only marry for love and will tell his suitors as such. Also, he’s hoping to be reunited with Jason, even if that’s a far-off possibility.

People hear Percy saying things in ancient Greek, which people think is the language of their gods along with his powers and resurrection believe he has been blessed by the gods, which he is, just not their gods. 

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[kazucee]

It's just me rambling at this point.

But if you will imagine.

Will and Nico cuddling, and being soft dorks for each other. Then Nico feeling the most healing, most comforting warmth ever from his totally-not-sun-powered boyfriend. You already know where I'm going with this, I'm thinking portable heater Will Solace. His hugs are the absolute best and I stand by that fact. His hugs definitely feel like laying in the soft grass, letting the sun softly carress your face as you hear you're favorite people laughing about something silly in the background.

Which also means, 10/10 best experience to cry in his arms. Because it's like a warm blanket comforting you from the cruel outside world and your even crueler thoughts.

Nico 101% takes advantage of it!

[melpcmene-arch]

Also thinking that Percy is extremely touch-starved and yet rarely wants to be touched 'cos-- you know, being tortured when he was maybe fifteen/sixteen?????

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

love languages ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

pjo boys x reader (ft. percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, nico di angelo, will solace, ethan nakamura) backtrack: "hype boy", newjeans inspiration: I love thinking about love languages (little disclaimer that these are all obviously just my opinion)

percy jackson

giving: acts of service

how many times has this guy risked his life to save the world? percy jackson is a true hero, always putting himself in harm’s way to protect those around him, such as when he chose the prophecy to protect nico. he always takes risks to protect his loved ones, and he constantly puts others’ needs above his own.

receiving: quality time

I guess I based this off of percy spending a bunch of time with rachel before last olympian. but demigods are in constant danger, and percy would cherish every moment he spends with his partner because, unfortunately, you never know when it could be the last. I also thought about acts of service, since he was really grateful when annabeth and grover wanted to go with him on that quest in lightning thief.

jason grace

giving: acts of service

jason’s a giver. he literally joined the fifth cohort to bring back their glory. he sacrificed himself for piper (rest in peace jason, you deserved better) and his whole life has been about serving camp jupiter and later, camp half-blood too.

receiving: physical touch

this might be kind of controversial. I just think jason’s been in such a strict, intense environment since he was a toddler that he’s definitely touch-starved. he probably melts at any physical contact with his partner. I also thought about words of affirmation because he’s always been held to such high expectations, he’d really need someone just telling him they love him.

leo valdez

giving: gift giving

lowkey I put gift giving because too many people were getting acts of service. but genuinely I think leo would love making little trinkets and machines and giving them to his partner. he’s not great at being vulnerable with words or touch, so he shows his love through little actions. similarly, acts of service is also definitely a love language of his; think of everything he did to help calypso after all, even though I hate that ship.

receiving: words of affirmation

this is probably the one I’m most certain about. let’s be honest, leo’s been through so much shit, he’s been called so much shit, that he just needs someone to appreciate and love him and tell him that. plus, he’s so used to rejection that one “I love you” will send him into a spiral for days on end.

frank zhang

giving: physical touch

not entirely sure about this one, I need to reread heroes of olympus. but I bet frank would give the best hugs. you’d feel so safe and warm wrapped up in frank’s arms, and I feel like he’d be the most likely to be physically affectionate with others out of pretty much all the riordanverse characters.

receiving: words of affirmation

the second one I’m most certain about. frank is quite sensitive and definitely needs praise. not needs as in he’s an attention seeker, but needs as in he blushes bright red and smiles super wide when someone praises him. it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

luke castellan

giving: acts of service

luke is like the embodiment of the statement “a hero would sacrifice you for the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world for you”. he did everything that he did in order to build a better world; I genuinely believe he thought what he was doing was right for the greater good. and he brought back the titan lord and fought a war for a cause he believed in--what lengths would he go to to protect his partner?

receiving: words of affirmation

luke’s never received any sort of praise or recognition; it’s part of why he resented the gods so much in the first place. if he could have someone with him just to pick him up when he’s down, to encourage him and shower him with praise and love, he’d be so happy. although I like to think he’s a touch-starved baby who’s really clingy with his partner too.

nico di angelo

giving: quality time

nico’s not a talker, he’d much rather listen or sit in silence with his partner. spending a lot of time with his partner would let nico feel closer to them. there’s a special sort of connection and understanding that comes from shared experiences. acts of service was also another contender. nico would do everything for those he loves. take bianca, for example, and how hard nico tried to bring her back in battle of the labyrinth.

receiving: physical touch

another touch-starved one. he was taken out of time for seventy years, came back and lost his sister in like five days, went through two wars, had to deal with coming to terms with his sexuality; the poor guy has been through tartarus and back (literally). poor nico. someone give him a hug. I also thought about words of affirmation, since nico constantly struggles with being isolated and would probably really benefit from some reassurance and support.

will solace

giving: acts of service

I mean, he’s literally a healer. he does everything for others. enough said, really. he puts others’ wellbeing first, and in the process sometimes overlooks himself and his own needs. which leads to. . .

receiving: acts of service

will is so used to people taking care of him that he never asks for help when he needs it. the little things, like helping him out when he’s tired, is the way to his heart. no one’s ever really looked out for him since he arrived at camp half-blood, and he had to take over the apollo cabin when he was barely a teenager. it’d be nice for him to have someone take care of him for a change.

ethan nakamura

giving: acts of service

I don’t know why so many characters have acts of service as a giving love language. maybe it’s because they’re heroes and fight and do stuff for their respective causes, so naturally they give off a giving or take-action vibe? but anyway, ethan fought and gave his life in order to gain his mother--and himself, honestly--more recognition. he takes action for those he cares about and always wants to defend his beliefs and help his friends, even though his ways may be a little questionable.

receiving: words of affirmation

really similar to luke. ethan’s always been undervalued and overlooked. he just needs validation and support. encouragement and praise would help him finally feel acknowledged, accepted, and valued.

I wanted to post this on valentine's day but I got too excited

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[bountycancelled]

(un)secret admirer

luke castellan x child of aphrodite!reader

tip me on kofi, if you feel so inclined

requested: nope, I'm just currently obsessing over pjo (aren't we all?) and Charlie bushnell is my pookie so luke is also my pookie (what about all the people he murdered– what murdaaaa?!)

warnings: none I believe!

content: probably ooc luke becusse I haven't read the books, I don't know if demigods even nap, I don't remember the movies and he's barely in the show lol, some cuddling, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, also I know demi gods are dyslexic i just dont gaf because i thought this concept was cute, that's all!

a/n: SEND ME PJO REQS! please. also this is short and I'm sorry, I've been having horrid writers block.

"I don't get what the big deal is." Lukes voice could be heard from where he sat on your bed, as you gazed at the piece of paper in your hand, pacing back and forth in your room as you analysed its every minute detail to the best of your abilities. "you get letters from the other campers all the time."

"I already told you Luke. this handwriting isn't the same as any other letter I've gotten, so that means it's from someone who's never sent me a note before, and I need to know who it is."

you had recieved a myriad of letters ranging from 'I think you're pretty' to 'I would sacrifice my right arm just to get a hug from you' during your time here at camp. beyond being drop dead gorgeous, you were kind, always wearing a charming smile on your face, and having the ability to comfort people with your presence alone.

that (coupled with the facts that most kids here had some kind of parental baggage and your kindness definitely filled some kind of void) meant that you recieved many a words from not so secret admirers. you were sure that you knew the identities of the people who had given you sealed envelopes and tightly folded papers, but you were currently stumped.

you were startled out of your staring contest with the scribbled ink by the feeling of Lukes arms around your shoulders as he spoke. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually, now can you please come back to bed? you know that I can't nap if you're not with me."

you sighed, letting him lead you back to your bed so that he could rest before you two inevitable of the two of you needing to help around the camp occured. you stared up at the ceiling as he slowly started to dose off beside you, before you gasped and shot up, effectively spooking him out of a peaceful moment.

"it's Percy!" you shushed Luke before he had the chance to complain about your sudden exclamation or the fact that you weren't letting him get a wink of midday sleep. "I mean, he's just met me, and one of my friends probably told him some stuff about me–"

"it's not Percy." Luke deadpanned, pushing you down by the shoulder from the upright postpone you were sat in to make you lay back down, and wrapping his arm around your waist. you were shocked into silence, because although Luke was an affectionate friend, he had never cuddled you while he was still awake. he would always wake up and discovering that he had wrapped around you in his sleeping state, apologising sheepishly while retracting his limbs.

after a few moments of stunned silence, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement. "and how do you know it's not him, huh?" he simply blew air from his nose, tightening his grip around your waist.

"because it was me, sweetheart."

now that shut you up fairly quickly, as you bit your lip to try to hinder the giddy smile that wanted to form on your features. you opened your mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by Luke placing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

"we'll talk when we wake up, alright?" but you weren't having any of that. "okay... but, before you go to bed. how long have you liked me? is this actually the first letter you've sent? why wouldn't you just tell me, you idiot. obviously I like you too. I know you said some stuff that you like about me in the letter, but I want you to tell me about everything you like about me, like every feature, every trait-"

Luke chuckled, sporting a big grin as you spoke. he would tell you all of that and more, he would do anything you asked of him, just as long as he got to hold you in his arms just like this.

[evilminji]

What is "A God" and does the King of the Infinite Every Between count?

The great and endless "slipped between the cracks" of everything and all things? The souls of those Death has Taken but no God can Claim? THAT King?

Is he... A GOD.

I mean... probably not? He's a Halfa. Little hungry, right now. And very, VERY powerful. Can absolutely kick their asses. But "God"? He'd honestly have to throw that one to his advisors to go look up.

Like? If we're talking Title? Maybe. There are definitely people who worship him. He wi-( ......*cough* HI Desiree, nice to see ya.) Would LIKE, people to stop? But he can't TELL them too. That's THEIR choice. They get to make it. But if we're talking the SPECIES or BEING known to you as "God"?

Nope.

He's definitely not.

But then again? There are a LOT of Beings out there, that serve that particular Role, that aren't "Gods". Does that make their work somehow less precious? Their worshipers Faith, less genuine? It's just a position, dude. Divine management.

The great and glorified Housekeeping of Creation.

In HIS experience? A whole lot like babysitting.

Though... now that he thinks about it? WHY? Why DO you want to know? If he is or is NOT a God? Furthermore, how the HECK did you even GET this "number"? This is the Zone! Did you intentionally "@Anybody"?! Kid! Kiddo, what the actual FUCK! That was SO DANGEROUS holy shit!!! (Is this karma? This feels like karma. Is this what HE was like as a kid?? No WONDER Jazz always looked so stressed)

I could have been ANYBODY!

And? A mulish AF Percy Jackson and his crowd of friends? Just stare back up in that "I DO NOT Repent And Would DO IT AGAIN BUT WITH MORE FIRE" way only highly hormonal and deeply feral teenagers can? Just >:( ×15

Danny, the only adult here, is Concerned(tm).

They? Demand he Adopt's them. They need a BETTER Divine Parent who will ACTUALLY take care of them. And according to the qualifications they carved into the REALLY smashed together, Neo-Archaic, Call Summon Boulder they collectively carved? HE has all the "Good Parent" Qualifications they want.

So congratulations!

IT'S A CROWD.

No they aren't asking. You are Dad now, FATHER. Now come and protect your adopted offspring! And give out hugs and praise! Also we made a list! And-!

*proceeds to try and menace the literal Ruler of The Infinte Zone in a crackling squeaky voice*

And like? Well, shit. Guess he's a Dad now. They're clearly too powerful to fight. Such devastating cases being made. Oh woe, he is powerless before them etc etc.

MAN, you all are tiny!

Who wants fudge?

@hdgnj @hypewinter @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @lolottes @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation

[inmyheaddd]

✦ brand new, full throttle - percy jackson x reader

summary: your best friend percy confesses quite possibly the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard from him a/n: friends to lovers you’ll never get old!!

the fire crackled softly as the waves lapped at the shore in the background, the distant sound of laughter and chatter blending with the hum of the ocean. everyone else was still in the dining pavilion, and you sat down a good few feet away from percy, behind him. 

you pulled your knees to your chest, staring up at the stars twinkling above, lost in thought.

you didn’t know why percy had been so quiet all day, but it wasn’t like him. normally he’d be the one making jokes, grinning at you from far away and sending you a wave, or simply saying stupid things to try make you laugh. 

instead, he’d just been… quiet. every time you initiated a conversation you could tell his mind was in a whole different place. even now, it seemed like he didn’t even notice your presence further down the beach. you stared at the back of his head, his gaze clearly fixed somewhere far beyond the horizon.

finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. you stood, brushing the sand off your shorts and walking over to where he sat, closer to the shore but still far enough where you didn’t have to worry about wet sand.

“okay, you need to spill,” you said, dropping down beside him.

he blinked, glancing at you like he hadn’t noticed you coming over. “what?”

you dropped down beside him, close enough for your shoulder to brush his. “don’t ‘what?’ me,” you said, raising an eyebrow and tilting your head to look at him. “what’s going on with you? you’ve been weird all day.”

he huffed a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. “nothing, i’m fine,” he said, but it wasn’t convincing.

“percy.”

he sighed, leaning back on his hands and staring out at the waves again. “i don’t know,” he started, his voice low. “i’ve just been thinking.”

you took in the way his face looked with the low moonlight hitting his features, trying to commit it to memory. “about what?” you prompted, your gaze never leaving him.

he hesitated, like he wasn’t sure how to put it into words. finally, he turned to look at you fully, his expression soft, almost vulnerable. 

“it’s just, you always reminded me of something, and i’ve been trying to figure out what it was,” he said, pausing for a second before continuing. “but i think i got it,” his eyes scanned your face, “it’s— you remind me of the ocean.”

you blinked, caught off guard. “the ocean?”

you didn’t think there were any qualities you had that were similar to the ocean. percy was all things ocean, so, to say you were incredibly confused was an understatement. you were definitely intrigued, though. 

“yeah,” he said, his lips twitching into a small smile. “and not just ’cause it’s pretty, and you’re pretty, but... ’cause you feel like home, you know?”

his words hit you like a wave, stealing the air from your lungs. for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, your cheeks burning. “oh,” you said softly, your voice barely audible.

this was percy, your best friend percy, the one who would make up new nicknames for you just to get on your nerves, the one who would tell you to not even bother asking for his food whenever you hung out because he ‘there was no chance he’d be sharing with anyone.’ but then always ended up offering before you could ask anyway, and insisted when you said you were fine.

this was also the percy that made your insides feel like they were melting whenever you hugged goodbye, or if he smiled at you a little longer than usual. this was the percy you only realized you liked being around so much when you were separated for the school year.

again, this was your best friend percy, saying you felt like home to him? 

he gave you a sheepish smile, glancing back at the water. “sorry, that probably sounded dumb.”

“no it didn’t,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “it didn’t at all.”

he looked at you again, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you. 

the fire crackled behind you, the ocean hummed in the distance, and everything else faded away.

“that’s… that’s good, then,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. whatever haze you seemed to be feeling, he looked— and sounded— like he was in it too.

neither of you moved for a moment, and then—almost without thinking—you leaned in. so did he. when your lips met, it was soft and warm, like the waves brushing the shore. his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as you melted into the kiss. 

when you finally pulled back, your heart was pounding in your chest, and his face was so close you could see the little freckles on his nose that were only visible in the spring and summer. 

“what?” you asked softly, noticing the way his lips twitched into the smallest smile.

he shook his head, like he couldn’t quite put grasp the words, then glanced out at the waves before looking back at you. “nothin’,” he said, his voice quiet. “just… missed you recently.”

your chest tightened, warmth spreading through you as you smiled back. “i missed you too.” you said, “we here now, though” 

his smile grew, just a little, and then you rested your head on his shoulder. his arm wrapped around your shoulders and brought you closer.

you couldn’t help but ask, “so, that’s what’s been on your mind all day?” a small laugh escaped past your lips, “the reason why you were acting so weird?”

percy chuckled, leaning back on his hand behind him and looking down at you. “well, yeah, i guess.” he sent you one of those sarcastic smiles, “that, and whether you were gonna share the candy you snuck in later.”

you shoved his shoulder lightly, getting out of his hold with a laugh as you rolled your eyes. “unbelievable.”

“what?” he said, grinning, holding his arms out. “i’m a guy of many thoughts. you’re just the main one.”

“percy!” you groaned, covering your face, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

he laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “come on, don’t act like you’re not flattered. you’re up there with sleep and candy— very important stuff.”

you peeked at him from between your fingers. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“yeah,” he grinned at you, putting his arm around you once again, and you melted into his side. “i know.”

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[angelblacksmith]

Hugs with Percy Jackson would include

Tags: kiss, a lot off fluff

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

a/n: hello um... I haven't been here for over a year and I hope someone remembers me... It's part two, you can read part one there

Masterlist

Percy loves hugs.

No, he's addicted to hugs.

He's been through too much shit for his young enough age and now only your hugs or touches bring him back to reality.

Feeling your body and take in the smell of your hair while his hands squeeze you is his favorite pastime.

You two don't have to talk at times like this.

Just to feel you next to him is already a comfort.

He's gone through a lot in his life, but he's still able to find joy in the simple things, like spending time in your arms.

If you feel bad, then Percy will definitely try to support you with a physical touch.

He'd probably wrap you in a big, warm, cozy hug that you'd get lost in.

His comforting arms wrap around you, and he speaks softly with the warmth of a summer breeze.

As you hug him, you feel all of your troubles fade away, and your heart fills with joy.

He is always there to offer a supportive hug, no matter what.

He would make you probably feel like everything was going to be okay.

He just hugs you to him and gently kisses the top of your head while you melt into his cologne with the smell of the sea and the beach.

But Percy also has hard times in his life and a bad mood.

On days like these, he just comes home and puts all his weight on you.

He needs your smell, touch and feel of your body.

It brings him back to reality and gives him a sense of safe.

And if you let him stay in your arms, he would be the happiest boy in the world.

But happy hugs are much better.

If you haven't seen each other for a long time.

Be prepared for the fact that this boy will not leave you for the next few days as soon as you come to him in New York.

He would accidentally touch you all the time and smile that silly smile.

Percy is a little spoon in bed.

He needs you to stroke his hair while he sleeps like a kitten on your chest.

If you had ever asked him about it.

"This is the only way to avoid nightmares for me."

You're his safe place.

That's why he always protects you.

He knows that you are strong enough and self-sufficient.

But he won't forgive himself if something happens to you.

If you get wounded in battle.

Percy will spend twice as much time with you.

And if the wound is not too severe, then he will hug you and hold you to him.

All time.

If he gets wounded in battle and you try to take care of him.

He will grumble that he is not a child.

But in his heart he will catch your every touch and every minute of caring for him.

He would definitely need a hug being in such a vulnerable position.

Percy Jackson's hugs are the kind that make you feel safe and loved.

If you need a bit of comfort or a shoulder to cry on, Percy is the one to go to.

His hugs are the definition of comfort.

[pumpkinbxtch]

— two people, one umbrella ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

the hoO boys when starts to rain and there's just one umbrella. ft. apollo

who's here: frank zhang, jason grace, leo valdez, percy jackson and apollo

warnings: none

a/n: its friday, so headcanons arrives here. kisses for y'all. enjoy.

— frank *⁠.⁠✧

This guy doesn't hesitate for a second, he's got you covered with the umbrella, most (if not all) of it.

"I don't want you getting sick," he says while holding the umbrella.

He's so tall he doesn't need to raise it any higher than necessary, and you keep pushing it toward the center so each of you gets at least a little covered.

He might pretend he's covered, but his shoulder is getting terribly soaked.

He's thinking about the shape-shift, imagining what it would be like if you had a canary on your shoulder while walking in the dry, safe rain.

But in the end, he obeys you. He takes your hand and tries to cover both of you (because he thought he might get sick, then you'd want to help him, and he doesn't want to bother you).

— jason *⁠.⁠✧

Once the umbrella is fully open, he figures out the best way for both of you to be covered, always putting you first in his mind.

He moves you in front of him, but he can see you might trip.

He considers just covering you, but he knows you'd both end up fighting and getting wet anyway.

So, he wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Now, you're both under the umbrella, dry.

He smiles at you and takes advantage of the closeness to kiss your cheek and your knuckles.

“let me, my love” he says soflty if you try to help him with the umbrella.

He's the type to hold your hand and tuck it into his jacket to keep you warm.

Another thing he could do is control the air so the umbrella holds itself up and you can walk together even more comfortably.

— leo *⁠.⁠✧

"I already anticipated that!" he exclaimed when he saw that both of you weren't completely covered by the umbrella he was carrying and smiled eagerly at you.

He presses a button on the umbrella's handle and it expands even more, Hurray! You're both covered.

But...

As you continue walking on the sidewalk, Leo looks at other couples in similar positions, only much closer, cuddling and lovingly playing around, while the umbrella with the improvements he invented works so well that you even walk a bit away from him.

Oh no... :(

He wants to do those cheesy things with you too, and he plays the fool.

If a child of Hephaestus can fix something, they can also break it, so he presses the button too hard, for breaking it. The extra space is gone.

"What happened?" you ask confused, some drops start to wet your hair, and Leo smiles seeing how beautiful the dew looks on you,

he just shrugs "I don't know, I guess it doesn't work anymore" he says uninterestedly, and he pulls you to him impatiently,

definitely using some of his warmth so you don't get cold.

He adjusts himself, hugs you, and you walk together.

— percy *⁠.⁠✧

He literally gives a fuck if it rains or not, so the problem is, he never carries an umbrella.

But that's because he can control his waterproofing. If Percy Jackson doesn't want to get wet, he won't, but you're not him.

"Don't worry, babe," he says with a confident smile as you cover yourself with your hand from the increasingly heavy rain.

He bites his lips and looks above you, now the rain avoids you both, and you're no longer getting wet.

He winks at you, and you hug him sideways. Let the mist take care of what others see, and he leans in for a kiss. You give it to him.

suddenly feeling the drops hitting your hair again. For a few seconds, neither of you cares, and he hugs you, prolonging the kiss.

A kiss in the rain.

When the water trickles down your noses and you can taste some of those drops, you break apart with a giggle.

"Oops," he says, and he focuses again to keep you both rain-free.

Though you run to get home as soon as possible because for Percy, it's hard not to want to stop and kiss and cuddle you.

— apollo *⁠.⁠✧

He's a god, and the god of the Sun. He could literally make a few calls to get rid of that silly rain bothering his beloved.

But oh no, Apollo lives for the drama, for love, it's for the feelings he exist, so he conjures up an umbrella and covers you.

Apollo will definitely sing "Singing in the Rain" while dragging you along and giving you gentle spins.

For him, it's such a mundane moment, but because he's with you, he wants to turn it into the greatest musical ever told, because it's for the two of you and for him, it's better.

He takes your hand and swings it with great humor.

He's literally a sun walking on the streets full of people grumpy because of the bad weather and a gray, cloudy landscape.

When he sees you smile and chuckle, his spirit overflows with joy, and unintentionally, the sun appears among those clouds, and the rainbow makes a nice trio in the sky.

He gives you a peck on the lips when you raise your eyebrows at his mischief.

"I can't help it," he says with a smile and links your arm with his to continue the walk.

*⁠.⁠✧

[temporaryrose200]

✩Meeting Miss Jackson✩

✟pairing: Percy Jackson x FemReader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: None

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Percy Jackson

✟summary: Meeting Sally Jackson, your boyfriend's mom, for the first time. What would she think of you?

“Breathe [Name], my mom is going to love you” Percy chuckles out, trying his best to reassure you of your worries. He leads you up the stairs to his and his mom’s apartment, a hand gently against your back as a way to soothe your nerves.

In your hands were a bouquet of flowers, that you were going to gift to your boyfriend’s mother, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the stems. “What if she doesn’t?” you exclaim, the feeling of your heart thumping against your chest as you neared your destination. The thought of Percy's mother not liking you was something that had been constantly on your mind for the past few weeks since arranging for you to stay at Percy’s house for the holidays. “My last boyfriend’s mom hated me!” you whine, your eyes widening at the memory of you in 4th Grade knocking on your “boyfriend’s” front door, so you could hang out and his mom answering. Let’s just say she was not happy to know her baby boy was being taken from her. You weren’t really bothered anyway, being in 4th Grade it was your first relationship, which only lasted two weeks. But this relationship, you were dead serious about this one. You care about Percy and needed his mom to like you!

Chuckling at your getting so stressed about whether his mom was going to like you or not, Percy wrapped a strong arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him as they both walked down the corridor. “Trust me” Percy starts, his tone warm and reassuring. “My mom is going to love you” he repeats the same line he’s been telling you since picking you up from camp. He then pressed his lips against your cheek, the feeling melting away the worry that had been brewing inside you.

Butterflies formed in your stomach and you couldn’t help the smell smile growing on your lips. You were nervous as fuck about meeting his mother, but at the same time, the warmth of your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and his lips against your cheek was enough to calm your raging nerves. “Maybe you’re right…” you sigh out while looking away bashfully. Maybe you’re overthinking things, maybe you and Sally will become great friends even!

“Good” Percy finally voice speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Because we’re here” he informs as he takes his arm off your shoulder and his knuckles thumping against the door, the sound echoed through the corridor of the apartment complex. Immediately your confidence fades away and your grip you had on the flowers tightens. Not ready, you were definitely not ready. Noticing from the corner of his eye of you about to make a break for it. “Oh no you don’t” Percy swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping a firm grip to stop you from escaping, just as the door opened.

On the other side of the door, stood a woman with a smile so bright, it could rival Apollo’s. Her chestnut brown hair sat perfectly against her shoulders as her blue eyes held the same brightest as her smile. This was the famous Sally Jackson, the Mother of Percy Jackson. Quickly as she saw her son, Sally engulfed him in a hug. “Percy!” She sighs in relief at seeing him. After a few moments, Sally pulled away, her hands cupping her son's cheeks. “I hope you made it here safely and there was no complications?” She asks, her eyes scanning Percy's body for injuries.

Percy shrugged his mom off him, a slight pink tint appearing on his cheek. “Mom…” the messy-haired teenager muttered out, embarrassed that, you, his girlfriend, were watching this interaction. “I’m fine. No need to worry so much…” Sally just chuckled at her son, before her attention turned to you.

You stiffened slightly, now having the woman’s attention now on you. Her smile never faulted, actually, it got brighter, if that was ever possible. “And you must be [Name]” Sally says her voice was like honey, sweet and smooth, that was comforting. But all you could reply with a simple nod.

Noticing how tense you seem to be, Percy gently nudges his shoulder into yours. The unexpected contact startling you out of your thoughts. Lifting your gaze to look up at him, you saw him pointing at something with his eyes. Confused for a moment before you realised it was the flowers he was looking at. Making an O shape with your mouth, it finally clicking at what he was trying to tell you. ‘Give her the flowers’. Turning back to Sally, you smiled sheepishly. In the back of your head, you were screaming at yourself, you were already screwing this up! How embarrassing is that?! “For you, Miss Jackson” you manage to speak out, holding the flowers out towards her.

Taking the flowers, Sally brought them to her nose and took a deep inhale. Closing her eyes, a smile spread across her lips. Her blue eyes opened, and her attention was focused on the young demi-god before her. She then took a step towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. The sudden movement startled you. For a moment you just stood there, shocked by what had just happened. “Thank you, dear. And please call me Sally” Sally says softly as she pulls away, her smile still present. Relaxing, a blush crept across your face and you nodded in reply. Feeling the heat, you rubbed the back of your neck shyly. Not sure what to do or say, you glanced up at Percy, who was smiling proudly. “Come in” Sally says as she moves to the side for you and Percy to make your way inside.

You walked into the apartment, immediately being hit with the scent of freshly baked cookies. The delicious aroma filled the air making your mouth water instantly. Percy appeared beside you, wrapping an arm casually around your shoulders “Mmm, smells amazing, right” he asked, his arm resting comfortably around you. You nodded in agreement, the scent making your stomach rumble. “My mom makes the best cookies” he informed, a smile growing across his lips. You knew this, Percy would talk non-stop about how his mom is an amazing baker. But you always wondered, were his claims true or were they exaggerated. You guess today was the day you found out.

Sally walked out of the kitchen, holding the freshly baked cookies. The cookies themselves were an eye-catching deep blue, adorned with generous chocolate chips that dotted their surface. Gods they looked delicious. "Take one," Sally said, offering you the tray.

Percy's eyes lit up at the word, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, don’t mind if I do,” he said, reaching out to grab one of the enticing treats. Before he could pick up the cookie his hand was gently smacked away by his mother, who sent him a disapproving frown. “Our guests first” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. All Percy could do was pout dramatically as he watched you pick up a cookie, bringing it to your lips. Sweet, buttery dough melted in your mouth and was quickly followed by the satisfying crunch of the chocolate chips.

Sally retreated back to the kitchen, leaving you and Percy alone, who had now with his mom’s famous cookies in hand. “See” speaking to you with a mouthful of the treat. “Told you she’ll love you.” He looked incredibly smug as he chewed, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction as if he had just proven himself right about something.

“Oh, shut up”

[xoxochb]

hii!! first off, i absolutely LOVE your work omg. secondly, i was wondering if i could request a percy jackson x a hecate!daughter read??

⋆·˚ ༘ * when you aim at the devil make sure you don’t miss!!

warnings: this is so short and the ending kinda sucks but I think this is cute

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hecate

“can I light a candle?” percy laughs, using your lighter in an attempt to light one of your many candles. you take it from him and he frowns

“and have you burn my cabin down? no thank you”

“what can I contribute to this ritual?” he says taking a seat beside you

“It’s not a ritual. I’m just practicing my magic, something simple”

you light the last candle and open your book, beginning to read your next- yes, ritual

“what’re you gonna do? can you turn me into a frog?”

you shake your head. “I’m going to make this candle float in mid air”

“cool! like something telekinetic?”

“kind of, yeah”

“that’s so cool! do you think-” you cut him off with a kiss

“I need silence for this, perce”

a pink hue adorns his face. “right- sorry, go on”

you finish situating yourself, taking one last look to the instructions before closing your eyes. for a moment nothing happens, the candle stays perfectly in place. percy watches it attentively waiting for any sign of movement. you wait and you wait, nothing happens. maybe you’re doing it wrong? or maybe your mother hadn’t blessed you with telekinetic magic?

you only open your eyes when you hear percy stop breathing (he had been breathing so heavily before you might’ve killed him by accident). you turn to him and see he’s just fine, but his eyes aren’t fixated on you, but on a singular candle floating before you

“holy shit” you whisper. when percy hears your voice his gaze leaves the candle at last

“you did it!” he beams, tackling you in a hug. you’re quick to return it

your expression perfectly mirrors percy’s, proud you had successfully completed the ritual

“I can’t believe I did that! I made the candle float, it’s floating! can you believe it?” you ramble in disbelief

“I definitely believe it!” percy says before kissing you. “my girlfriend’s a witch!”

[psychesalcove]

congrats on 100 followers!!! you deserve it🩷🩷

can i request percy with "no, mom, don't tell them I said that about them!"?? i can just see sally telling percy’s s/o just how much he talks about them😭

✧.* percy jackson x gn reader

my blog is completely race & body type friendly!

part of psyches, 'in memory of those who chose the sea' event

-> want to participate?

an: thank you soo so much for the request love!! i definitely think this prompt fits percy really well:) love ya 🩷 ps. i'm sososo sorry about how inactive i've been. I've been having a massive writing block and I've been needing to write for English lately:((

the smell of pancakes pulled you into the kitchen of sallys apartment even more than the warm light shining through the balcony window. sally immediately sensed you walked in, as she turned to you with a soft grin. 'hi, dear.' she said, sleep nowhere in her voice; even though it was 7 on a saturday morning.

'hi, sally,' you smiled. you couldn't count the amount of times you tried to call her ms. jackson only for her to correct you and say 'just call me sally, i'm basically your second mom already' with a wave of her hand.

sally was standing over the oven, making pancakes as you suspected. a couple of bunched up paper towels were on the counter, the blue food dye stains evident on them. 'im just finishing up breakfast, so feel free to have a seat,' she explained, tilting her head twords the small island counter with stools.

you nodded your head and walked over, sitting down in the comfy barstool. as you got rid of the rest of the sleepiness in your system, sally finished up breakfast. as she placed the last of the blue pancakes onto the stack, she turned to you and leaned on the opposite side of the counter you sat at.

'i know i've said this time and time again,' she said; your attention shifting from the tiled counter to sally. 'but, i'm so, so glad percy met you. you help him so much, and i can see, and even feel, how much that boy loves and lives for you.'

you heart melted, even though sally says that almost every time you see her. 'the amount of things he says about you whenever he comes home,' she scoffed playfully. 'it's insane.'

you giggled. 'what does he even say?' you asked.

sally scoffed jokingly again. 'well, last week, he came home all blushing and giggling. i asked what happened. he just started rambling about how—'

sally was interrupted by percys dramatic entrance into the kitchen. he stumbled a little as he corrected his footing, his eyes darting between you and his mom. 'no mom,' he started, pointing a finger at sally. 'don't tell them i said that about them,' he said, his hands moving to rub at his eyes; he probably stumbled out of bed in record time.

you laughed as sally rolled her eyes at percy. 'personally, your partner should know how much you love them,' sally said, moving to clean up the blue-stained paper towels.

percy simply gasped at her. 'mom! do you not see how much i love them?' he asked, hand coming up to clench the fabric of his shirt where his heart is. drama king. when sally didn't respond, he countined. 'here, ill even show you the love i give them at 7 in the morning,' he said, walking over to you and pressing extremely loud and wet kisses to your cheek and nose.

'percy!' you gasped, playfully shoving him off of you. 'that's gross,' percy simply moved behind you, arms going around your waist to hug you. 'and you have awful morning breath,' you said as you leaned back into him.

'you see how i get treated when i show them the love they deserve mom?' percy asked while sally simply laughed.

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Hugs with Percy Jackson

• This cheeky boy loves to pull you into the most random hugs when you least expect it!!!

• cooking and stirring food!? HUG, watching tv? He’ll jump into bed and cover you in a hug. Talking with friends? He’ll come up and give you a side hug and a kiss on your temple. Just expect a lot ok

• His favorite is to hug you from behind. He absolutely loves lacing his arms around you

•When he hugs you from behind he will always place a soft kiss on your neck. His hands will be placed gently on your waist and it makes you melt into another existence

• This man towers over you so if you initate a hug you need to stand on your tippy toes. Your arms will wrap around his neck. And sometimes he’ll just lift you up and wrap your legs around him

• He loves when you initiate hugs and his arms will pull you closer to him. He loves feeling your warmth it comforts him

• After Tartarus he definitely got more anxious and sometimes when he’s feeling anxious, he’ll place just a single hand on you, and that’s how you know. that’s when you pull him into a hug and your hands will slowly stroke his hair to calm him. You’re his everything and knowing that your safe helps alleviate him.

This man deserves the best ok

[the-nami07]

hiii!! i love ur bf!percy hcs so much,, i was wondering if u could do one for leo ?? take ur time and its totally up 2 u😋 have a good day/night‼️🙂‍↕️

Ofc I can! Thank you for requesting!!

Dating Leo headcanons pt 1/?

I feel like y’all would be friends to lovers

You met him when you went to the forge to get a new sword

His eyes seemed to light up when he saw you

In a “This is my new bestie” kinda way

Denial faze

He realizes her loves you but he doesn't want to ruin the friendship

So he just denies the feelings

When he finally comes to his senses he confesses at Bunker 9

You came in to hang, but he spilled his guts

After a good convo, y’all are finally together!

[took long enough]

Anyways

He makes you metal flowers

Says he will stop loving you when the flowers wilt 

which they're metal, they never will

He’s an amazing cook

Like AMAZING

Makes your fav foods all the time

If you have traditional foods from your culture he learns how to make them for you.

I have a feeling he has an “I ❤️my gf/bf/partner” shirt

He probs have a few

Def has a bulletin board of pics

Most are of you, but some are of him + the 7

He has it right in front of his work table so he can always look at them

Loves hugs

I mean he LOVES them

Will definitely melt if you hug him from behind while he’s cooking

Poor baby is touch-starved pls give him hugs

He hugs you all the time

Just to feel you and know you’re here

He also loves kissing you

His fav place to put his hands is your face

Just holding your face while he kisses you

Pet names in Spanish <3

“Amor”, “querido/a”, “cariño”

Brags about you

As he should you’re amazing!

He could be in a convo about playing the harmonica and he’d be like

“Yeah, my bf/gf/partner could learn this in an hour, they’re that awesome. Did I tell you that they *insert great feat here*? Yeah, they’re the best.”

You’re his biggest priority

Anything you need he will drop what he’s doing and help

Even if it’s smth silly like finding a rock to paint like a pizza

[idfk it’s late lol]

100% plays with your fingers

Cuddling during the winter is amazing

I mean he’s basically a human heater

But summer

I can just picture this

Him on his knees begging to cuddle you

And you’re just like “No you’re a heater. Find a way to turn the heat off then sure.”

You cave though and y’all cuddle

Just with no blankets

He teaches you Morse code

Y’all have secret convos in Morse code

He’s always saying “I love you.” in Morse code

And the first time you tap it back he almost cries

He is just overwhelmed that someone loves him

I mean he lost his mom, his dad is a god and we all know how that goes

Also i refuse to ship Caleo, so she’s out of the picture

He just loves you so much

That’s all for now, lmk if you want a pt 2! Also thanks again for the request! - Nami <3

[nofingjustaninchident]

⛧° midnights are easier with you

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content: percy jackson x hephaestus!reader, platonic!leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of leo's death.

a/n: dedicated to my dear wife cynthia cause she asked me to post this one first so... yeah. ejoy ya'll

word count: 1,537

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now playing… late night talking - harry styles

It’s a normal thing for demigods to have constant nightmares. Every night, the same monsters or gods or prophecies kept haunting your dreams, never going away. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a night of peaceful sleep, much less a good dream. 

But after the battle with Gaea, the nightmares only worsened, the loss of two of your closest friends and family never leaving your mind. And they couldn’t seem to haunt anyone else, just you. 

Maybe because only you, amongst all of them, saw your brother’s death.  

One time, at four in the morning, you woke up sweating and crying in your own bed sheets. It was once again with Leo’s death. He was once your best friend and closest brother, the type of close that’d tease and annoy you, but always be there, nonetheless.  

You knew you couldn’t stay in your cabin, so you decided to go to the beach. It was the only place you knew the harpies wouldn’t go this late at night, so it was practically your only option. And it wasn’t a bad one. Definitely better than staying at the Hephaestus cabin or even going to bunker nine, remembering all the good memories you had made with Leo in eight short months that should’ve been longer. 

You threw on a random hoodie that you had stolen from Percy’s cabin when he was missing, and you needed some sort of reassurance that maybe, maybe he was still alive. Now he was alive and well, probably sleeping in his cabin.  

And you were here, moping around.  

Two months before, you’d probably be moping with Jason, mourning the loss of a best friend and brother for the both of you. But now he was in a boarding school in California, unable to answer a call. Not that you’d call him, anyway. 

While walking in the direction of the beach, your mind kept diverting towards the green-eyed, raven-haired boy. You’ve had a crush on Percy for a few years now. Four, to be more specific. I mean, who never had a crush on Percy freaking Jackson?  

Not just hot, he was kind, brave, loyal, clever, strong, powerful, handsome... what else could anyone want, huh? 

Even thinking about him never seemed to leave your mind. And it was definitely better than to think about Leo twenty-four seven and get even more trauma than what you already had with his death. 

Even knowing that Percy was a water dude, it was still wildly surprising to find him taking a swim in the middle of the night at Camp Half-Blood's beach. He was right there, lying on the sand after a swim, being bathed by the first sunrays, his orange tee clinging to his wet body. 

He looked angelic, even godly. Anything, but definitely not human. He was too handsome for this world.  

You obviously assumed he was asleep, so you just kept staring at his face. It may have been a little creepy if he wasn’t your best friend who always did that with you too, so you just ignored and mentally mapped all the freckles on his cheeks, hoping beyond hope that someday you’d kiss every and each one of them.  

“You know it’s creepy when someone just watches you when you sleep, right?” Percy asked, his usual smug and cocky grin quickly making his way to his lips as he didn’t even bother to open an eye. 

You obviously couldn’t help but smirk back at the boy, laughing and kicking him playfully on the thigh.  

“Oh, shut up, Jackson. You do that to me every time you barge into my cabin. Stupid psycho.” You said jokingly while sitting beside him on the sand.  

“You hurt my feelings.” He said with a wide smile as he sat and pulled you in for a hug. A hug which you desperately tried to squirm away from, since he was dripping wet, soaking your shirt as well.  

After a few minutes of a heated battle, that he won with his ticklish cheating, you were soaked in the sea water without even getting into the sea itself and Percy was holding back his giggles.  

Infuriating, sure. Still cute, though.  

His laugh was just too pretty. The way he threw his head back just made you want to kiss the hell out of him, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Ruining your eldest friendship was an unnecessary risk to take.  

“You’re infuriating” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. 

“Maybe. But I'm hot, so it’s a win-win in my book.” He said, looking at you with his puppy eyes, which made you chuckle and look at the dawn sky.  

The color mixing together in a pink, orange and black haze with the remaining stars in the sky were your second favorite view in the world. It just lost to Percy. 

If you looked at him right now, you would notice how he was staring at you. You'd probably blush and smile at his intense, never faltering gaze. His sea-green eyes seemed to never leave your face, and one could even say he seemed enamored by you. But you wouldn’t let yourself think that and have false hopes and expectations. You could only hope that maybe, one day, he’d feel the same for you that you felt for him. 

“What brought you here in the middle of the night?” He asked a few moments later. When you looked at him, he seemed worried. It was definitely not usual for you to come to the beach at four in the morning, so he was kind of right in worrying so much. 

“I... had a nightmare. Couldn't really sleep after that.” You said, shrugging it off. 

“About?” He asked, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. 

“Leo. Leo's death, actually.” You answered.  

He just hummed in agreement and understanding. Obviously, he’d understand what you were talking about, since he experienced dozens of deaths of close friends, same as you did.  

“Wanna try and talk about it?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. 

“Not really.” You said for what it seemed like the tenth time in just a day.  

It's not that you were trying to hide your pain. Well, you were indeed trying to hide it but that’s off the point. I mean, it wouldn’t go great if he knew what was really going on in your head, especially when a few of those things were thoughts of him and you making out till you were both breathless and panting.  

“You know, you couldn’t have avoided his suicide. Trust me. Hazel and Frank tried, and it didn’t work out.” He said, trying to reassure you as he moved a little closer to you, your shoulders touching slightly.  

“Yeah, maybe. But they didn’t know him. Maybe he’d- maybe he’d listen to me, okay? I just- It's just too painful.” You said, already feeling the tears flowing to your eyes. His death was a sensitive topic that never failed to bring you to tears. 

“I know, beautiful, but he did it because he knew he’d save the world.” He said, scooting closer to you and pulling you to his chest. “If it weren’t for Leo, we would still be in a gigantic war, and we’d have so much more losses, darling. Leo is a hero. He'll always be remembered as one.”  

“I wanted him here, not his memories.” You mumbled, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes straight into his strong arms.  

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s hard, and the pain’s gonna take a long while to go away. But it eventually will.” He reassured, kissing your cheek. “And while it doesn’t, I'm gonna be here by your side whenever you need. Even if you don’t need, I'm still here.”  

“I love you.” You murmured under your breath before you could even stop it. He kissed your forehead softly. 

“I love you too, y/n/n.” He whispered. But it seemed like only fraternal, or friends love. That's more than what you want, and you’re gonna tell him. He deserves to know. Maybe it’ll ruin your friendship, but you just can’t keep this bottled up.  

“No, Percy.” You said, sniffing and sitting back, looking at his green eyes with your own puffy ones. “I love you. Like, lovelove.” 

He looked... startled, to say the least. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of your words. You were starting to regret ever saying anything to him. Maybe now he’s gonna hate you and never talk to you again, then the whole trauma of Leo’s death would now be together with Percy leaving, and you were gonna get even more fucked up than you already are, and- 

Or maybe he’d just kiss you and completely interrupt your entire trail of thought and your whole mind with his salty, sea-like kisses and chapped lips that fit so perfectly with yours.  

His hand found your waist, holding it while his tongue entered your mouth deliciously well. It was literally a dream come true.  

Finally, you two were completely out of breath and he pulled away, smiling and keeping your foreheads touching.  

“I think I love you too.” He answered before pulling you in for another kiss.  

[darlingi-loveyou]

will solace headcanon time i love my boy

- casual stoner. when he gets breaks from the infirmary, he and drew get weed from behind the dionysus cabin and smoke together. they like to do it on the big house porch because dionysus couldn’t care less—the only reason he doesn’t do it with them is because he’s not sure if it goes against his punishment from zeus—or behind the apollo cabin when chiron’s around. piper has a cart and the two of them take hits from it and talk shit whenever she comes to visit. he doesn’t really smoke around nico though, just because he’s said he doesn’t like the smell (nico doesn’t really care otherwise, since it helps with will’s anxiety), and definitely not around percy because of everything that happened with gabe

- he’s started talking to dionysus about his anxiety, imposter syndrome, and seasonal depression. dionysus wants to talk to him about testing him for mild ocd

- his hair looks like a renaissance painting of patroclus, just blond

- loves his friends so much. he’s their biggest supporter in the entire world and if they didn’t all live at camp, he’d probably try to convince them to all live in a giant house together

- he’s very casually affectionate. he says i love you a lot, but he always means it. hugs and kisses his friends on the cheek. physical touch is his giving love language (he always makes sure he has consent, first, obviously)

- his receiving love language, however, are words of affirmation. he needs to verbally hear that he’s doing a good job—as a friend, as a boyfriend, as a healer, as a son, just in life

- he’s trained himself to be a light sleeper after years of working in the infirmary and becoming head counselor. sometimes his body just wakes himself up in the middle of the night and he has to sit in the infirmary until he’s positive that everything and everyone is fine and he’s literally the only one awake

- similarly, he has a crazy sixth sense of knowing when his stop is if he ever dozes off on public transport, and always wakes up two stops before. he thinks it stems from spending his a lot of his formative years traveling around with his mom while she toured, constantly waking up in new cities

- he iris messages his mom every night and tells her every single detail of his day

- being both a true crime junkie and a medic at a demigod camp, gore has absolutely no affect on him. this boy delivered a baby and has reattached countless limbs; he falls asleep listening to podcasts where twenty-something women talk about serial killers so notorious they have to give a content warning. a Saw trap isn’t going to faze him

- he met maren morris when he was younger and his mom opened for her. he got her signature and is still planning on getting it tattooed, he just hasn’t had a chance

- he has a very high pain tolerance and has a lot of stick-n-pokes, some of which he did himself, including a wonky-looking star that he let nico do and woobeewoo from Adventure Time

- his favorite music artists include kasey musgraves, taylor swift, leith ross, baby fisher, gracie abrams, fiona apple, fleetwood mac, dolly parton, carrie underwood, and troye sivan

- “ribs” by lorde makes him cry

- so does “the bug collector” by haley heynderickx

- he’s terrified of spiders

- he cries when anything at all happens to a dog in a movie. he watched All Dogs Go to Heaven with nico and was a such disaster by the time the credits rolled that the two of them had to sit there for half an hour until he calmed down. he has a core memory of watching Bolt with his mom when he was little and sobbing into her arms at the end. his siblings have expressly forbidden him from ever watching A Dog’s Purpose, for fear that it would literally send him into a deep depression

- kayla literally bought him cargo pants because she was so sick of him wearing shorts in the middle of winter. he’ll never admit it, but they’re his favorite pants he owns

- his fictional crushes are rodrick heffley, both marceline and marshall lee, jennifer check, edward cullen, alice cullen, ella of frell, prince char, nefara de nile, and jade west

- his mom took him to to see a free, outdoors production of Romeo and Juliet when he was twelve and he really liked it. he hates reading, and the combination of dyslexia and shakespeare is interesting to say the least, but he woke up one night missing his mom a lot, and found a copy of the play on one of his siblings’ nightstands, and decided to try reading it for nostalgia’s sake. that lasted about ten minutes. kayla woke up at the crack of dawn to go practice archery alone and found him in the empty infirmary, where he went so he wouldn’t wake anyone up with his glowing, sound asleep in a chair with the book still open in his lap

- it’s easy to forget he’s from texas when you hear his voice after years of living at camp, but a soft southern drawl slips out when he says certain words, and especially when he sings

- his favorite taylor swift eras are debut, fearless, and lover

- he knows how to shoot a gun and has insane aim, much better than when he shoots a bow and arrow. because of this, he feels very strongly about mandating gun laws and safety regulations because he knows firsthand just how dangerous they are. nico has no idea and will’s just waiting for the moment he can surprise him with it

- he has perfect pitch and lowkey doesn’t even realize it

- his handwriting is so atrocious he can’t even read it himself. one time he enlisted nico to take notes for him in the infirmary, but nico’s cursive was almost harder to read than will’s chicken-scratches

- caffeine has almost no affect on him, except maybe spiking his anxiety, but he’s gaslit himself into thinking it keeps him alert

- he’s extremely empathetic, just knows how to put on a brave face

- he has literally no idea how to ask for help. my boy is so used to taking care of everyone that people have to literally beg him to let them help him with work or console him

- he desperately wants a cat