#https-percy

[https-percy]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

Summary: At Castle coming, Princess Tiana’s sister meets the pirate James Hook, and they form a small bond over a spontaneous dance.

Pairing: James Hook/Captain Hook x Female! Tianas sister! reader

a/n: I've been obsessed with this movie and character since it came out, and I'm finally putting something out there for it.

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The vibrant colors of Auradon Prep’s Castle Coming danced against the grand hall’s polished floors, an attempt at a celebration of unity and hope. But amid the dazzling array of gowns and suits, you stood out—not because of your elegant, sapphire-blue dress, but because of the quiet tension that seemed to follow you like a shadow.

As Princess Tiana’s sister, you were used to the spotlight, but tonight you sought refuge from the endless conversations and polite smiles. You excused yourself from a particularly insistent group of admirers and slipped into a quieter corridor, hoping for a moment of peace.

It was then that you heard it: a soft, melodic whistling, almost haunting, echoing down the hallway. Curious, you followed the sound until you found yourself standing before a tall, dark-haired figure leaning against the wall.

James Hook—pirate, charm incarnate, and one of the most captivating figures to grace Auradon Prep’s grounds, so they say. His attire was strikingly different from the other guests, his leather coat and golden hook a bold statement amidst the evening’s formality.

“Quite the party, isn’t it?” he said, his voice smooth and almost amused as he noticed your approach.

You couldn’t help but smile at his casual demeanor, which was a stark contrast to the rigidity of the event. “Yes, It’s quite overwhelming.”

Hook’s dark eyes twinkled with interest. “And here I thought you’d be relishing in the attention.”

You shrugged, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “Not everyone enjoys being the center of attention. Sometimes it’s nice to escape for a bit.”

He chuckled softly, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer. “I can’t say I’m too fond of these dances myself. Too many rules, too little room for.. adventure.”

There was something intriguing about the way he spoke—like every word was an invitation to a story yet to be told. You found yourself drawn in by his easy charm, a welcome distraction from the evening’s stifling formality.

“I’ve heard stories about you. The mighty Captain Hook,” you said, your tone light. “Some of them are rather... colorful.”

He raised an eyebrow, a roguish grin spreading across his face. “Is that so? And what do these stories say about me?”

“That you’re a scoundrel, a pirate with a heart made of black charcoal—or something along those lines,” you replied, amused by his reaction.

Hook laughed, a genuine sound that seemed to resonate with the very essence of freedom. “Well, if being a scoundrel means finding joy in life’s unpredictable twists, then I suppose I’m guilty as charged.”

You looked at him, your curiosity piqued. “And what about finding joy in dances and non-adventurous events?”

He smirked, his gaze locking with yours. “Not so much. I’d much rather be out on the high seas, chasing after treasure and adventure. But sometimes...it’s nice to make an exception.”

For a moment, you stood there, caught in the spell of his gaze. There was a chemistry between you that seemed..undeniable—a magnetic pull that drew you closer.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, “what brings you to Castle Coming? if not for all the royal charm?”

Hook’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer. “Maybe I was hoping to meet someone who doesn’t fit the mold. Someone who appreciates a little chaos in the order.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “And have you found what you were looking for?”

His gaze lingered on you, a mixture of admiration and something deeper. “I think I just might have.”

There was an intensity in his eyes that made your heart race. The way he looked at you, with a combination of intrigue and genuine interest, was unlike anything you’d experienced before.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “you should join me for a dance. I think the evening could use a touch of unpredictability.”

Hook smirked, and he offered his hand with a flourish. “Lead the way lass,"

As you took his hand and stepped into the center of the hall, the music swelled around you, and for the first time that evening, you felt truly alive. Hook’s presence was like a breath of fresh air, a reminder that amidst the grandeur and expectation, there was room for spontaneity and connection.

The two of you moved together, the rhythm of the music guiding you in a dance that felt both timeless and exhilarating. With every twirl and step, the distance between you seemed to dissolve, leaving only the electric charge of the moment.

In the midst of the Castle Comings splendor, you found a moment of genuine connection—a pirate and a princess, bound by the magic of the night and the unspoken promise of adventures yet to come.

[cabin9sblog]

Jason: Do you mind if we slyly mention that you’re single?

Nico: Do not do that.

Leo: You won’t even notice!

Will, entering: Jason, you wanted to see me again?

Jason: Nico's single

Nico:

[findmewheretheseameetsthesky]

Sirus: Can we get a birthday cake please?

James: But it’s neither of our birthdays.

Sirius: The cake doesn’t need to know that.

James: Good point. I’ll get the car.

[totallynots8tan]

Argo 2 peeps incorrect quotes because I’m bored.

Annabeth : I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

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Nico , at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

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Piper : Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

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Leo: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!

Leo: *sprays hairspray in their mouth*

Leo: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.

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Hazel : I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in Brooklyn.

Hazel : There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here.

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Percy: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

[unripe-lemon]

Since i know no one will see this:

1 note and i will email my therapist

ok so for this one,, like since then i have emailed my therapist?? that counts right????? tbh i dont even know what to talk abt anymore, but i do have a session with her so dw

2 notes and ill put my laundry away

ugh….. stupid. internet.. making me do things that will make my life easier…. gugh yeah i put my laundry away!!!!! everyone clap now

5 notes and ill try to brush my teeth more often

ok so like for this one i found this video https://youtu.be/pvutTiPY7q8?si=PASnBmUXZ0xiHzWM imma sing this song to myself every tike i dont feel like brushing my teeth

6 notes and ill try to put on cream for my dermatitis (anxiety hives!!! yayyy!!!!) more often

just did it hehe :) tho it is getting a little worse and my kitten scratched me on top of it 😭

10 notes and ill attempt to learn my timestables

11 notes and ill study for my exams

my exams are over!!!! so idk what to do for this one? maybe ill go do my homework instead

20 notes and ill try to go one day without using my pc/phone

30 notes and ill vaccum (more bc we just adopted kittens) my room entirely

40 notes and ill try to explain my depression to my mom again

50 notes and ill clean my locker out at school

imma do this tmr!!!

i forgot 😭 someone remind me

80 notes and ill fix the posters that are falling off of my wall and are probably going to rip soon

doing this rn! taking dinner break

100 notes and ill REALLY unpack everything with my therapist

maybe tmr?

we talked about medication and kittens, also exams so like success??

200 notes and ill ask my mom if we can go to my go and get! me! medicated!

ill discuss w therapist tmr

discussed with therapist, we are now getting the conversation started with my mom and are going to see what my gp says after that!! :) ty to everyone in the notes rooting for meds

300 notes and ill re organise my bookshelf

400 notes and ill clean all of the mold off of my wall

damn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ion wannaaaaaaaa

this is a weekend activity tbh, and idk if its even going to BE this weekend :P

500 notes and ill clean the mold off of my roof

600 notes and ill try sewing some new clothes

i crocheted a scarf!!! does that count?

700 notes and ill buy some new shoes

800 notes and ill check out dnd club at school (im scared)

900 notes and ill come up with more goals

edit: bro……. 😭

so im gonna take my time w these bc there is a lot to go thru!! i will try my best to remember to update!!! ty for notes :)

- random internet stranger

edit 2: WTF 1000 NOTES GUYS CHILL

ok so like i have to come up with more goals now???

1500 and ill start taking study notes with a study method (rb with study method that is your fav eg cornell method)

1700 and ill attempt to hype myself up enough to eat at school (long story, germs)

2000 notes and ill start whatever book wins this poll:

[3yearanniversarygifts]

13 Years of Marriage Custom Letter Art Canvas Print

[massiveharmonytiger]

So I think Gabe's portrayal was really intelligently done in the show and I'm pretty dismayed at the negative reactions. I'd argue that TV needs more portrayals of abusers that seem harmless and victims that make efforts to advocate for their own agency because that is what abuse often looks like in the real world. Yes, sometimes abuse is as in your face as with Gabe's introduction in the book version (which the show was still pretty true to, I'll discuss that below) and the other portrayals we've seen on TV, abusers being explicitly threatening or violent, victims cowering and showing visible distress, all that usual, tropey stuff. However, I think more education is needed on all the ways abuse is subtle, because this misunderstanding and this view of abuse as this black and white thing is often the reason so few victims get help, so many abusers get away with it and so many of the people around the victim and abuser, at best, are surprised when the find out what's really been happening, and at worst, defend the abuser because they're so harmless, nice, upstanding, pick your adjective and there's no way they're capable of that.

Source: https://www.domesticshelters.org/articles/identifying-abuse/the-silent-ways-abusers-control

I feel like a lot of the fandom has already fallen into this trap somewhat. Gabe from the TV show is too nonthreatening, bumbling, pathetic, silly, idiotic, nowhere near scary enough to warrant getting petrified by Medusa's head. He doesn't look like an ABUSER. And yet we're confronted with so many markers of abuse in that scene.

Gabe is harmless…

And yet he's verbally abusive to outsiders. The guy that leaves as Percy is arriving has experienced an interaction with Gabe that warrants Percy apologizing for Gabe's actions only for him to apologize back because he gets to leave, Percy doesn't. He's concerned. Sure, Gabe is fat shaming and yelling about eating fruit at the moment. The absurdity of the topic doesn't make it any less inappropriate or abusive btw, because its about the abuser having any excuse to display their dominance and power over you even if the subject matter is batshit. Ever see cases where one person in the relationship (usually a man) will police the other's clothing (usually a woman) because it's too revealing, too tacky, too whatever. That's abuse.

Gabe is harmless…

And yet he's verbally abusive towards Percy. He sarcastically greets him with the cruel nickname "genius" and immediately picks a fight with him. Percy refuses to engage because he knows, from experience, what being goaded looks like. Wrap your head around that. Kids older than him are out there having catfights and making stupid "your mom" jokes, but this infant has so much experience facing conflict, he already knows what steps to take to steer away from that kind of drama and stay in safe territory. He only engages a bit when he hears about Gabe answering Sally's phone. Anyone who's answered a friend or partner's phone before will probably consider Percy's anger and indignation a little bratty and unwarranted. The issue here is that Gabe is someone who ignores boundaries. The issue isn't that he answered Sally's phone, the issue is that he very likely did it without permission. Based on Percy and Sally's reactions (Percy is angry, Sally is resigned), he's someone who's regularly done stuff like look through Sally's phone or purse without her permission. Percy makes it clear that this is not okay, and he gets dismissed. Gabe just answers "whatever's ringin'" and Percy is made to look like the one overreacting. This is what abusers do. They're never in the wrong. And then, the cherry on top of the blue icing, he blames the victim. "What're we doing Percy, every time." Gabe's the one who picked the fight, but by the end of it, Percy's the one being blamed. This is so commonplace and anyone who's been through this knows how maddening it can be. This is such a short interaction but they pack so much into it.

Gabe is harmless…

And yet we find Sally sitting outside in the rain on the balcony, as if she's trying to ground herself after a traumatic experience. As if she's trying to bring herself into the present and not dissociate because when Percy arrives she needs to be there for him. She can deal with the Gabe stuff AFTER Percy is safe. I'll get more into Sally's interaction with Gabe in Part 2 because a lot of people were confused by the fact that she was so firm with him. There's an explanation, I promise.

A lot of people also expressed concern that we wouldn't see Gabe's truly monstrous side before he gets petrified but from what I can see, the shows been making great use of flashbacks and exposition, so I'm pretty sure this will be addressed. Percy and Sally are the heroes. It would be counterintuitive for the show to establish that and then not give them a blatant cause for turning Gabe into stone.

[nerdylolo]

Percy Jackson for your piracy needs:

Whether you don't have an account, can't afford the show, or are boycotting, but want to keep up with percy jackson (want to watch the show or read the books).

https://hdtoday.tv/tv/watch-percy-jackson-and-the-olympians-hd-104080 <- My recommendation! I trust HDToday, episodes 1 and 2 are already there! I haven't vetted the rest, but i know for sure hdtoday is good. That's where I pirate shows/movies.

https://flixtor.ch/watch/tv/5796477/percy-jackson-and-the-olympians <- is apparently also a great pirating option!

and if you want to read the books for free:

here's my google drive of Riordanverse pdfs

including Percy Jackson and the Olympians (the og 5 and the Chalice of the Gods), Heroes of Olympus, The Kane Chronicles, Trials of Apollo, Magnus Chase, The Sun and the Star.

[aidosaur]

🔥It's here it's here!👯‍♂️🔥

We've finally collected my Elden Ring journal comics about Percy the Tarnished into a pay-what-you-want PDF!

Over 130-pages long! 12 new pages of comics! Lots of fanged imps!

https://johnnywander.itch.io/third-imp

If you're curious about Percy's regular dayjob, I also updated the itchio shop with some new BARBAROUS PDFs! Browse around!

[jgracie]

https://www.tumblr.com/jgracie/753143969798635520/ughh-i-wish-i-was-on-tumblr-when-u-had-the-send-a?source=share

AHHHH YESSSSS.

percy jackson and 🤴 (remember me?)

💬 I DO REMEMBER U!!!! (also for context reader can breathe underwater cz the sea animals did smth idk LOL) anw i loved writing this

FULL BLOOM — PERCY JACKSON + 🤴 ˚⟡˖ ࣪

"oh. my. gods," you said in between fits of giggles. when the fish at the beach insisted on you following them all the way to the bottom of the ocean, you hadn't expected to be led to poseidon's kingdom under the sea. you also hadn't expected to see your boyfriend sitting on a throne of seaweed and seashells and all sorts of other sea junk with the most obnoxious crown you'd ever seen sitting on his head

"you won't be laughing once you see what my stepmother dearest has prepared for you," percy said, feigning annoyance. however, your laughter and smile were both incredibly contagious to him and so he couldn't help but let out a few chuckles with you

as if she knew she'd been mentioned, queen amphitrite seemed to appear out of thin air and immediately grabbed you by the arm, "my dear, i am so glad you arrived safely! come, i have everything prepared for you," before you could even ask what she was doing, she led you to a bedroom that was quite nice for being underwater and handed you all sorts of outfits for you to try on

confusedly, you obliged and tried all of them on for her, not wanting to anger a goddess. however, none of them felt right, and you could tell she agreed as she kept sending fish to bring you more and more articles of clothing

"okay, try this. if it doesn't work out, i'll get the seamstress to make you an outfit," amphitrite said, clearly exasperated as she handed you the ensemble. you changed into it and as soon as you saw yourself in the mirror, you knew this was the one

getting out of the ensuite bathroom, you said, "hey, this one's pretty ni--"

"it's perfect!" amphitrite interrupted, a wide smile on her perfect lips

after that, several mermaids and mermen did your hair and (if you wanted it) makeup. you weren't going to lie, it felt nice being pampered and the people of the sea surprisingly knew a lot about human hair and skin. after they were done, amphitrite added the final touch: a beautiful crown to match percy's

she then dragged you out to where percy was waiting on his throne. the moment he laid his eyes on you, percy's jaw dropped. while he thought he looked silly and out of place in his own merman getup, you looked absolutely ethereal. the outfit you had on complimented your skin perfectly and your hair glimmered and sparkled thanks to whatever amphitrite's hairstylists put in it - you looked like proper sea royalty

you sat on the throne next to percy's and he grabbed your hand, kissed your cheek and said, "you look beautiful." your little moment was, however, interrupted by amphitrite, who dropped a shocking news bomb on the two of you

"perfect! now we just have to wait for poseidon and triton so the wedding ceremony can begin!"

"what?!"

[https-percy]

𝑬𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘

Summary: Nico Di Angelo had never been good with emotions. Slowly, he began to realize he was falling for you, a child of Aphrodite.

Pairing: Nico Di Angelo x Female! Child of Aphrodite! Reader

Nico Di Angelo had never been good with feelings. It was a fact he lived with, a shadow that followed him around and lingered just out of sight. But there was one feeling that he had been trying, and failing, to ignore for weeks now, ever since he’d first seen you in the camp's strawberry fields.

You were there, sunlight casting a golden halo around you as you bent over to pick the ripest strawberries. The way you moved was like poetry in motion, every gesture graceful and effortless. It was as if the fields themselves conspired to make you shine. Nico, hidden behind a tree, tried to focus on the task at hand: finding a quiet place to practice his shadow manipulation. But his attention kept slipping, drawn irresistibly to you.

He’d seen you around camp before, of course. A child of Aphrodite was hard to miss, especially with your effortless beauty and charm. But it was the way you seemed to make everything around you more vibrant that had caught his attention. You were the person who made the mundane seem magical. And Nico, who had spent years cloaked in darkness, found it impossible to ignore.

He tried to convince himself it was just admiration. That’s what he told Will when he asked about it. But Will, who knew Nico better than he knew himself, just raised an eyebrow and said, “Yeah, right. You’re totally in denial.”

Nico brushed off the comment, but it gnawed at him. It wasn’t that he didn't want to acknowledge it; he was terrified of what it meant. He was a son of Hades, for goodness’ sake. What could he possibly offer someone like you?

You didn't help matters with the way you treated him with kindness. It was casual, effortless. You laughed at his jokes and listened to his stories, showing interest in things he thought no one else would. It was infuriatingly easy to fall for you, but he couldn’t let himself do that. Not when his world was so dark and complicated.

He found himself stumbling over his words around you, his usual composure slipping. Sometimes, he’d catch you looking at him with a soft, understanding gaze that made his heart ache. And the worst part was, he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you about it. It was easier to hide, to retreat to the shadows where he felt safe.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the campfire crackled with warmth, Nico found himself in a rare moment of solitude. Or so he thought. You approached him quietly, your footsteps soft on the grass.

“Hey, Nico,” you said gently, sitting down beside him. He looked up, his heart skipping a beat. “Mind if I join you?”

He shook his head, unable to form coherent words. You smiled, a comforting presence in the chilly air. For a while, you both just sat there in silence, the campfire’s glow painting soft patterns on your face.

“You know,” you said softly, breaking the silence, “you don’t have to hide from me. I’ve noticed you’ve been… distant lately.”

Nico’s breath caught in his throat. He looked away, the firelight flickering across his features. “It’s not that. I just… I’m not really good at this sort of thing.”

You didn’t press him, just placed a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s okay to not be perfect, Nico. We’re all just trying to figure things out.”

For a moment, he let himself feel the warmth of your touch, the gentleness of your words. It was a small comfort, but a significant one. He realized, with a pang of clarity, that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t have to hide forever.

He took a deep breath and turned to face you, eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability he rarely showed. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but… I think I like you.”

You smiled softly, a mix of surprise and understanding in your eyes. “I...didn't know you felt that way."

And in that moment, as the stars began to appear in the darkening sky, Nico allowed himself to feel something he’d long denied: hope. It was a fragile, tentative hope, but it was there. And for the first time in a long while, the shadows seemed a little less intimidating.

[cabin9sblog]

Hades, trying to cheer Nico up: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝒹

a/n-Based off of this edit https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR3xABUB/

Summary: After Percy gets claimed, Luke has trouble coming to terms with his own daddy issues, you seek him out knowing exactly what was wrong. Gender neutral reader, angst.

As Percy looked up at the trident, Luke stared in jealousy. He stared with the thought in his mind that his dad would never care enough like that.

You smiled for Percy, but that smile dissolved when you looked at Luke. You knew what he was thinking. You knew what was wrong.

Luke disappeared into his cabin after that, wanting to hide away from everyone else. He sat there, reading a book that he thought wasn’t too interesting.

You decided to give him space, up until he didn’t show up for lunch. You looked at Chris with a worried face and he had the same look etched on his own face.

“Is he still in the cabin?” You asked. Chris nodded. It was silent for a moment.

“You should go check on him. If I do it, he’ll just say he’s fine.” Chris spoke, handing you his own tray, knowing you would give yours to Luke.

“Oh, no- it’s fine-“

He insisted. “I’ll just share with clarisse or something. She won’t mind.” You thanked him and went over to the cabin.

You knocked on the door, even though it was fully open, as per usual. He glanced at you and back at the book, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Hi.” You said, pulling up a chair next to the bed he laid in. It was too small for the both of you unless you cuddled. But you didn’t want to anger him any more.

“Hi.” He replied simply, not looking away from the book.

“How are you?”

He sighed, shutting the book as turning to you now. He shrugged and sat up as you handed him your tray.

“I tried getting you everything you liked.” You said with a small smile.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to.” He mumbled.

“I wanted to. I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“I am. I always am, Luke. Just like how you told me you’re always worried about me.”

“I’m fine. I swear.” He said, taking a bite into the Apple.

You didn’t say anything after, you both just eating your lunches silently. “I hope you know that you can tell me anything.” You broke the silence, after a while.

“I know.” He looked to the ground, his mind replaying the events in his head. His mom, his dad, everything he could remember. Tears welled in his eyes, and he just wiped them away, wanting to look strong for you.

“I love you. I cant stand seeing you like this.” You mumbled, he looked up at you now, eyes glossy.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled back.

“Don’t apologize. I just want to know what’s wrong. That’s all I want.”

He stayed silent for a moment before speaking again.

“It isn’t fair.” He stopped his sentence before continuing it. “Why couldn’t I ever have that?" He said that much more quieter, almost a whisper. “Why hasn’t he reached out to me once?”

“It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault your dads a shitty person.”

He laughed quietly, and that’s when the tears fell. Hitting the white bedsheets. You stood up, making your way over to him. You sat next to him, and you both now laid down.

You held him in your arms as he sobbed into them, shirt getting stained with his tears. He hated feeling vulnerable. You ran your hand through his hair, and soon, he was exhausted from crying. He was so exhausted he ended up falling asleep.

You just kissed the crown of his head and falling asleep with him.

[totallynots8tan]

Nico: I hope no one lowkey hates me.

Nico: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Nico: Go big or go home.

[gods-graveyard]

Incorrect Hp quotes based on my fic (pt2)

Percy- I have high standards in any partner

Oliver and Marcus-

*arguing over if they can catch a Bludger mid air to throw it at someone without breaking a hand*

Percy- ...I am a weak man.

Fanart https://www.tumblr.com/gods-graveyard/745520432147578881/i-made-fanart-of-my-own-post-i-give-you-my?source=share

[https-kreideprinz]

Sleepy Confessions Part 1 !

Percy Jackson x GN! Reader, Annabeth Chase x GN! Reader

ׂׂૢ Percy Jackson

- "hey you picked up... fuck where did I put my..." Percy rubs his eyes, his voice slurred and sleepy as he looks around. it's late for you too but you don't sound nearly as exhausted as Percy when you hear his voice come on the other end of the call.

"you, ok?" you call out, setting your phone up and frowning. this kind of behaviour was strange, but not out of the ordinary for someone like Percy. he'd regularly call you up at random points at night claiming that 'your voice helped him sleep' and it was 'calming like the ocean' and he would commonly fall asleep on call with you.

more strange shuffling and Percy groans, his voice obviously coming out as muffled when he buried his face in his pillows. "you wanna know somethin'?" his voice comes out in a soft whisper, making your face flush and your heart flutter. you can almost hear the grin spreading across Percy’s lips in his voice when you whisper a soft 'yes'. "ok don't freak out..." he mumbles, closing his eyes.

"I think I like you."

ׂׂૢ Annabeth Chase

- "hello..." Annabeth's voice comes out as a weak whisper, you can hear the sound of a pen - or maybe it was a pencil clattering on the table, followed by a soft curse in ancient Greek. "you should be in bed." her voice mumbles, the sound of it getting louder when she picks up her phone and brings it closer to her face.

"the same goes for you." you shoot back and she chuckles, voice tired. "what are you doing anyways? why are you up so late workin’ on?" you mumble, resting your palm in your hand closing your eyes. "What 'm I workin’ on? Mmnh... designs... new cabins 'nd stuffs.” she yawns.

you can only chuckle and shake your head. "ok Beth. i think its time for bed." you snort when you hear a soft, defeated 'ok' come from the receiver. you stay on call with her as she slowly gets ready for bed, and once your certain she's in bed and moments away from passing out you get ready to hang up.

Annabeth mumbles something into the phone, too quiet for the speakers to pick up. "what did you say?” your voice comes out in a soft whisper, ears straining to catch the few words that slipped from the girl's mouth. “goodnight.” she mumbles.

"…I love you..."

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