#but I’m so in love with Percy pls can I have him and the extended demo plsplsplsplsplsplspls

[mustardd]

Oh Percy the man that you are I say wistfully while staring out into the sunset

I hope I did them justice @blank-house !!!

Dumb extras under cut 😜

I had to run away multiple times from the screen while drawing Percy FRRRR

ft my shitty little watermarks I forgot to add LMAO

[annabethy]

15. “give me attention” PLS

in which Annabeth’s drunk and wanting attention, and Percy’s a good boyfriend,, percabeth,, no plot just love

If there’s one thing Percy never would’ve expected from Annabeth, it would be the way she clings onto him when she’s one too many drinks into the night.

His girlfriend has always been more on the independent side, though there are still times when she loves to press up against him and demand kiss after kiss. Tonight appears to be one of those times, and Percy can hardly keep a straight face with the way she talks and giggles. Drunk Annabeth is also not one that appears often, but he cherishes it every moment he can get.

They’re alone in back bed by the time that Annabeth decides to take a nosedive into him, quite literally. She stands on the bed, and he has to kick a leg out to stop her from falling, before flopping down on top of him, knocking the air out of him entirely. Her face goes to his neck as she crawls over him and settles all her weight down, and Percy can’t help the laughter that bubbles up out of his throat when she blows air against his skin.

“What are you doing?” he chokes, squirming at her hold.

“Bothering you,” she says.

“I can see that.”

Annabeth drags her face along the sleeve of the shirt, and he doesn’t need to look to know that he’s going to be covered in her foundation.

“Stop it,” he whines, but he makes no effort to move. “I like this shirt.”

“I like your shirt too.”

Percy smiles lazily, brushing her hair out of her face. “Too bad because it’s mine.”

Annabeth tugs at the bottom. “Give it to me.” He turns onto his stomach to block her out, stifling a smile into the comforter of their bed when she presses her face right between his shoulder blades. She nips at the skin there, but Percy pays it no mind. It’s comforting, he thinks, with his girlfriend acting as his personal blanket and the fan whirling above, not to mention the alcohol taking a bit of a toll on his own brain. He’d have fallen asleep, had it not been for Annabeth’s hand poking his butt.

“Give me attention,” she says when he jumps and shoots her an accusing glare.

“I’m giving you lots of attention,” he tells her. Annabeth just scowls, and it’s meant to be intimidating, but her hair is ruffled and a mess, and her makeup just a bit smudged, and it’s too cute for him to be properly terrified.

Annabeth shifts on top of him and rests her face on top of his, which forces one of his eyes closed and Percy to choke on his own laughter.

“Attention,” she demands again.

“I’m giving you lots of attention, baby.” “More.”

Percy rolls his eyes but presses a kiss to her cheek, which is enough to satiate her. She hovers over him and he tries to run his fingers through her hair to fix the wild curls.

“You’re so drunk,” he whispers.

“No I’m not.”

Percy smiles softly and drags a thumb by the corner of her mouth to fix her smeared lipstick. “Just a little bit.”

Then, she brings a hand up and pinches her fingers together. “Maybe just a little bit.”

Percy kisses her forehead. “A lotta bit.”

“It’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

“You kept giving me drinks.” “How could I say no to such a messy face?”

“Messy?”

“Mh-hm.” “You dick.”

“I like messy Annabeth,” he says. “She lets me cuddle her.” “You’re not getting any cuddles if you don’t give me more attention.”

Percy sighs and decides not to point out that she’s already technically snuggling him. Instead, he gently moves her off of him so she can lay down on the pillows. He makes sure she is in no danger of falling off the bed before he walks away.

He walks out of the room for a moment, but he hears her complaining.

“I’ll be back in a second!” he assures, rummaging through the drawers of their bathroom. When he comes back, it’s with a makeup wipe in hand and a glass of water.

She reaches for the water and sits up, taking a few gulps of the icy drink. Her eyes are on him as he moves around the room.

“You’re really bad at giving me attention, you know?”

Percy shakes him head, amused, and pushes her shoulder gently. “Lean back.”

She does as he says, flopping onto his pillow, and he sits beside her. The first thing he goes for is her lashes. Her eyes flutter shut as he pulls softly at the outer corners until the adhesive begins to give.

“Did you know that I love you a lot?” Annabeth says, shifting beneath him.

“Someone may have told me once or twice,” he says, smiling. “Stay still.”

“Is this what you consider attention?”

“It’s like your own personal spa day!”

Annabeth giggles as he begins to swipe at her cheek, softly dragging the wipe across her skin. “You could also propose.”

Percy laughs quietly. “What?”

“I think that qualifies as attention.”

“You want me to propose to you when you’re so drunk you can barely walk?”

“Hm. Maybe not.”

Percy bites at his lower lip to suppress another grin. “If I proposed, would you say yes?”

“It depends.”

Percy gasps, mock offended. “On what?”

“Well, when are you going to do it?”

Percy begins to work on her lipstick. “When do you want me to do it?”

She waits until he moves the wipe away to answer. “In the next year.”

“That’s good to know,” he says. His eyes dart over to the dresser where he knows a ring has already been sitting for months. It’s not until after he does it that he realizes Annabeth is staring right at him, but he thinks she wouldn’t have noticed, and even if she did, she’d forget by morning anyways.

He finishes taking off her makeup with them in silence before he sets the wipe aside. “Come on, sit up.”

Annabeth whines. “I don’t want to.”

“You can’t sleep in that.”

She mumbles in complaint but does as he asks. He pulls her shirt over her head and is about to help her into her own t-shirt before she pushes him away. “I want your shirt.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve been wearing it all day.” He tries again to get her to lift her arms, but she flops down to stop him. “Annabeth, really?”

“I want your shirt,” she says, “since you refuse to give me attention.”

“What do you consider this then?” he asks, but he’s already back at their dresser to pull out one of his own shirts for her.

“A boyfriend doing the bare minimum.”

“Fine, then. Sleep in your makeup. See if I care.”

Annabeth giggles when he appears back at her side and squeezes the skin at her hip. “You love me too much to let me sleep in my makeup,” she says, letting him tug the shirt onto her before he unbuttons her jeans and tugs those off too.

“Unfortunately,” he says.

“Unfortunately!?” Annabeth’s leg reaches out to kick him, but it lacks any real strength. “That’s mean. Maybe I won’t say yes.”

“Oh, but Annabeth, I love you so much and I wouldn’t know what to do without you in my life.”

“Is that sarcasm? That sounds like sarcasm.”

“You talk a lot for a drunk person.”

“Then help me sleep.” An arm extends towards him, which he allows himself to take. He lays next to her, pulling the covers over the both of them while Annabeth gets comfortable in his embrace. “Rub my back?” she asks.

He does as she asks, trailing his hand up and down the smooth skin of her back, and when her eyes begin to close only minutes later, he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you,” he says.

He had thought she was asleep, so he’s surprised when she answers with a quiet, “Love you too.”

Percy snickers into her hair. “Did I give you enough attention yet?”

Annabeth cuddles deeper against him, her face resting against his chest. He can feel her breathing against his neck, and it warms him heart to know that she trusts him like this, to keep her safe. “For now,” she whispers, “but tomorrow… I want all your attention.”

Percy stops rubbing her back so he can move a strand of hair out of her eyes, entirely too in love. “Consider me yours.”

[willandlyra]

Pls can you write anything with a jealous Nico? So like he's being a bit more touchy and grumpily affectionate with Will all day for some reason until Will realises why and he's like omG cUtE gRuMpY jealOuS bOyf

read on ao3

It’s not as if Nico is jealous, per say.

…Okay, so he’s a little jealous. But that’s fine! It’s not like he’s about to throw a fit over it. Or break into the Apollo cabin while they’re all out having breakfast to ensure that Will isn’t getting up to any shenanigans behind his back. It’s not as if he even feels threatened in any way - Will loves him, and he loves Will, and he trusts him.

But this new girl, hanging around Will all the time? Blushing every time he so much as says hello and thanking him every day for bandaging her wrist when she was first brought to Camp Half-Blood a few days ago, a shiny new addition to the Athena cabin?

It’s not that he doesn’t like it, per say - okay, yeah, he doesn’t like it. But the thing is, he kind of knows he’s being unreasonable. There’s no way she could know that he and Will are together, she’s barely been at camp a week and it’s not as if PDA is really their thing. If she did, she’d probably feel terrible. But she doesn’t, and so she keeps giving Will these longing looks from across the dining pavilion.

“You know,” Jason says, chomping into a burger, spread out all over the Hades table as if he’d actually been invited. “You should just tell her you’re dating Will. Or tell Will she’s got some puppy love going on. It’d be much simpler.”

“Not jealous,” Nico mumbles.

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Not an idiot,” he contributes, rather unhelpfully.

“Okay. A bit jealous. Still no need for-”

“Basic communication?”

Nico scowls. “Aren’t you supposed to be creating shrines to the forgotten gods of the world?”

“Hey, I’m taking a well deserved break. I did just save the world, you know.”

“Two years ago, Grace, get over it. And Percy’s done it, like, twice as much.”

Jason considers this.

“Irrelevant,” he concludes. However, he seems to notice Nico’s ploy at changing the subject because he suddenly, sharply, turns the conversation quickly back into, well, serious places. At least, mildly more serious. “But like, really. Just say something.”

Pfft. Emotional confrontation? Not today.

::

Nico has grown to like the campfires a fair bit. Sure, they’re tedious in some ways - Leo always finds a way to show off his fire skills while Calypso rolls her eyes and whatever new campers they are gawp and gape. Chiron extends wisdom to them all, as if more than 15% of the camp are listening (they love him really), and Nico’s face keeps getting overly warm from the flames.

But otherwise, yeah, he loves it.

He loves it with Will too. He’s got a good routine going on, they’ve got a good thing. They always sit together at the campfire, surrounded by their other friends, and it’s all subtle but they’re still close. Skin touching, limbs brushing, fingers warm and intertwined.

Things he loves: the campfire, occasionally, and also Will.

And yeah, okay, maybe because the new girl, Chloe, keeps giving Will shy looks from across the blaze, clearly oblivious to everything else, Nico might just lean in a little bit closer to him, letting his breath bounce warm against Will’s wrists, shivers when Will’s blonde hair tickles at his skin as he mumbles something into his ear.

Not that the girl seems to pick up on it. Oh gods, what if she thinks they’re bros? Nothing terrifies Nico more than the idea of muscly straight guys punching him on the shoulder with a beefy grin, saying “no homo”.

“We are definitely not bros,” Nico mutters.

Will blinks. “You what?”

Jason catches Nico’s gaze from across the way, and mouths “told you so. Jealous.”

::

So Nico overhears Chloe talking to one of her sisters about her huge crush on the blonde medic who took care of her on her first day, and his big blue eyes, and he kind of wants to go chill in the Underworld for oh, maybe six months or so.

The sister doesn’t say anything about Nico or Will having a boyfriend, and maybe she isn’t even really listening. But hey, Nico is. He’d appreciate some support here, universe.

See: he gets it. He’s being stupid. Will’s not gonna go for this girl, he knows that. Knows the thought of liking her won’t even cross his mind. He’s not secure in many things, but he’s pretty secure in one, and that’s just how much Will loves him.

What he’s not so sure of? Just how much he really deserves that love, and whether other kids here could wear it way better, make him smile brighter.

It’s not a nice way to feel.

::

“Any reason why you’ve been stalking me to the Apollo table at breakfast, lately?” Will asks, nonchalantly, a few days later when they’re sprawled out across Nico’s bed.

(Will had suggested going for a walk. Nico had snorted, and responded with one word. Or maybe two, technically: “uh, pillows?” and here they are.)

Nico frowns at his words.

“Um, rude,” he sniffs. “You should be blessed with my presence.”

“Oh, I am,” Will grins. “But like, you’re usually not up until noon. Breakfast is lunch and lunch is pomegranates. Something’s up.”

“I’m a morning person now,” Nico says weakly.

Will snorts.

“Yeah, and I’m Clarisse La Rue from Ares,” he says sarcasitcally. “What’s going on, really?”

Nico is quiet for a moment.

He swears he can hear Jason’s voice - like maybe the big blonde loser is chilling under his bed waiting to act as his conscience. But it’s probably just in his head, a byproduct from all the mother henning he’s done over the years.

Just tell him, Nico. Followed by a deep and long suffering sigh.

“So you know that new girl in Athena,” he says, eventually, not bothering to phrase it as a question. “She has a crush on you.”

“Oh, Chloe?”

“That’s the one.”

Will rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that,” he says. “I was gonna tell you, she asked me out this morning.”

Nico’s eyes bug out. “What?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, came by the infirmary. I felt so awkward, I was so sure the entire world knew about me and you by now.”

“It’s… old gossip, I guess.”

“Mmmm.”

“And?” Nico probes. Will actually looks confused for a minute, until Nico rolls his eyes and says, “what happened?”

“Oh, well, I just told her that she’s really nice, but I’ve got a boyfriend at the moment. He’s pretty cool, you know him?”

Nico hides his face but he’s smiling. “You’re a dork.”

“She was cool with it,” Will continues. “Had no idea, said sorry and all that. But we’re all good.”

“Cool,” Nico says.

Quiet.

And then -

“So why’d it bother you, anyway?” Will asks. “That she liked me?”

“I don’t know,” Nico shrugs. “I, um. Was just as bit jealous, I guess?”

“How come?” he actually looks a little concerned. “You don’t - you didn’t think I’d like her or something, did you? Cause I wouldn’t. Not while I have you. I like you. You know that, right? Like, I love you.”

“I know that,” Nico says. “I love you too.”

“You better.”

“I do.”

“Then… why?”

Nico curls up into himself but the thing is, Will follows his motions; melting into him and the way he leans, moving closer, not letting him isolate himself, pull away.

“Just, all that insecurity,” Nico says and he shrugs as if it’s nothing although he knows Will will know it’s not. “It never really goes away. I still don’t feel like I’m all that good enough for you sometimes.”

Will looks at him incredulously.

…And then, for some reason, gives him half a noogie, before collapsing on top of him and draping his arms around Nico’s neck, nuzzling in against him.

“Idiot,” he mutters. “As if - no, that’s not - you’re an idiot.”

“You just repeated yourself. Well done.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Will warns.

“Sorry,” Nico mutters.

“Don’t be,” Will says. He still hasn’t let go. “you don’t… you don’t need to feel that way. Like, ever. I love you. You know that. I don’t want anyone else?”

Nico hesitates, and he’s not sure for a moment if he believes it. There’s his past and his thoughts and all his experiences, moments that have taught him to believe he’s not good enough, he’s not worth it. No one could ever love him, at least not forever.

But it’s Will. And it’s enough.

“I love you too,” he mutters, barely getting out the words before Will’s lips are on his and he’s being kissed into oblivion.

::

The next day, at lunch, when Nico walks in the girl smiles semi-awkwardly, gives him a little wave, rose colours dusting her cheeks like she’s embarrassed.

Nico figures she doesn’t need to be.

He gives her a small smile back, and makes his way over to Will.