#percy is soft

[somewhereincairparavel]

"jason is a knockoff watered down percy" NO hear me out, jason actually parallels annabeth immensely, sharing SO many similarities with her personality, not percy, in this essay I will-

edit: my full analysis is out now! here

[liltaireissocute]

i see everyone redrawing this soft Percy so

everyone run and i run :D

(i'm taking heavy artistic liberties with Percy's hair again)

[antigne]

thinking about this percabeth quote from chalice of the gods

We sat in silence for a minute, our shoulders touching. We were both ADHD, but I could've stayed like that for hours, perfectly content, appreciating the way the afternoon sunlight glinted in Annabeth's hair, or the way her pulse aligned with mine when we held hands.

the way her pulse aligned with mine when we held hands……………. like what. what did you just say. this isnt normal i feel sick

[frm9pm]

[mediumgayitalian]

"You comfortable?"

Nico lifts his head from the pillow, squinting groggily. Will giggles.

"You don't have to say anything. Just make a general noise of misery if you're actively suffering, and I'll try to fix it."

Nico understand maybe every other word. His head is swimming, his throat aches something awful, and the infirmary is busy; the bags under Will's eyes evidence of the once-monthly outbreak of Just Whatever. Consequence of close proximity to germy children in a small-ish space. Nico is going to quit his day job.

"None of that was words," says Will gently. He reaches out, slow enough for even Nico's affected reflexes to have time to pull away, and rest the back of his blissfully warm hand on his cheek. "You're rambling, darling. And slurring your words."

"H'te k'ds," Nico rasps. "Germy."

Will snorts. "Indeed they are."

"Evil."

"Aw, it's not their fault. They're plenty miserable about it, too. Anyways, you're warm, more than I'd like. Let's get your fever down."

Will pulls his hand away reaching for something beside the cot. Nico mourns its loss. The spattered burn scars that cover Will's hands are, oddly, an unbelievably calming texture -- as much as Will hates them, binding up his forearms to hide the worst of them, Nico loves nothing more than to run the tips of his fingers against them, to hold them to his lips. The map of his dotted, mottled skin sticks cleanly in his memory, as well as he knows the every bending poplar stalks of the Underworld, or the familiar shadows of his cabin. Will's touch had hardly a pulse of healing magic in it, although there is always some, and still the ache in Nico's throat is less, and the ringing in his ear fades to nothing. He twists until he is on his back, leaning against the headboard, and watches Will flutter, watches him easily fill a medicine cup without looking, guide a tired Austin around a heart monitor with his free hand, watches him sweep the noisy infirmary, checking and cataloguing on reflex.

He is handsome, when he works. Even when he is tired. There is something about the infirmary, for all its baggage, that relaxes his shoulders, that reminds him he is needed, he is capable, he is astounding.

Plus, the lighting does actual wonders for his hair. Just Nico's noticing.

"Drink this, please."

Nico takes the little cup, dipping his tongue in to make sure it's tolerable before downing the whole thing. He pretends to be too sick to notice Will's rolled eyes.

"Good boy."

Will's eyes twinkle. He responds to Nico's glare with an easy, crooked grin, leaning down to press a kiss to his flushed cheek before stepping away.

"Okay, go back to sleep. I gotta check on a list of people before Lou comes to switch out with me, so I'll be a while. I'll wake you up before I go, okay? Maybe you'll be well enough to go back to your cabin. I'll take you off saline as soon as its safe."

Nico hums in vague confirmation, watching him write all that down on Nico's chart. Whatever medicine he just took is already taking effect, and his head is heavy, unbalanced. He blinks and he is on the pillows, blankets up to his chin, eyes fighting to stay open.

"Sweet dreams, my love."

The last thing he registers is a slight, lingering pressure on the apple of his cheeks, and then he succumbs to the warmth of Will's touch.

[girlkisser13]

birds of a feather

"i knew you in another life" "you had that same look in your eyes" "i love you, don’t act so surprised"

pairings: percy jackson x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. tooth rotting fluff. established relationship.

summary: "i love you in every universe."

the warm afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow over the grassy clearing. the air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the gentle hum of bees buzzed around the two of you as you sat cross-legged on the soft grass, your fingers deftly weaving a colorful flower crown. percy lay with his head in your lap, his eyes closed, a peaceful smile playing on his lips. his dark hair felt soft under your touch as you carefully arranged the flowers, making sure each one was placed just right.

the two of you had stolen away to this hidden spot, far from the hustle and bustle of camp half-blood. it was your secret sanctuary, a place where the both of you could escape from the chaos of your lives as demigods and simply be yourselves. as you worked on his flower crown, you found myself lost in the simple, soothing rhythm of the task.

percy’s voice broke the comfortable silence, soft and contemplative. "do you think parallel universes are real?"

you paused, your fingers stilling for a moment as you considered his question. "i don’t know," you admitted, your focus still on the flowers in your hands. "maybe. there’s a lot we don’t understand about the universe."

percy opened his eyes and looked up at you, his sea-green eyes thoughtful. "i’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. about how there could be other versions of us out there, living different lives."

you nodded absently, selecting a bright yellow daisy and adding it to the crown. "it’s a nice idea. infinite possibilities and all that."

he reached up and took your hand, his touch warm and grounding. "do you think we’d still find each other? in those other universes?"

his question caught you off guard, and you looked down at him, your heart skipping a beat. there was something earnest and vulnerable in his expression that made your chest tighten with emotion.

"i don’t know," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "i’d like to think so."

percy’s smile widened, and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "i think we would. no matter what."

you tilted your head, curiosity piqued. "how do you know?"

he shifted slightly, turning so that he could look up at you more easily. "because i love you," he said simply. "and my love for you is so strong, so pure, that i can’t imagine any version of me not feeling the same way. it’s like... like a universal constant."

you felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you looked away, focusing on the flower crown to hide your embarrassment. "that’s... really sweet, percy."

"i’m serious," he insisted. "i believe that in every universe, i would find you. and i would love you just as much as i do now."

you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart swell with affection. you finished the last few touches on the flower crown and gently placed it on his head, the colorful blossoms a stark contrast to his dark hair.

"there," you said, smiling down at him. "perfect."

percy reached up to touch the crown, his fingers brushing against the petals. "thank you," he said softly. "for everything."

you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. "i don't think i could love you any more than i already do," you said quietly. "i think i’d love you till the day i die."

he closed his eyes again, his expression one of utter contentment. "that’s all i need to hear."

you stayed like that for a while, the world around you fading into the background. in that moment, it didn’t matter what dangers awaited you outside your little sanctuary, or what challenges you would have to face as demigods. all that mattered was the here and now, and the love the two of you shared.

and maybe, just maybe, percy was right. maybe your love was a universal constant, something that would endure no matter what. it was a comforting thought, one that made you believe in the possibility of parallel universes and the idea that you would always find each other, no matter what.

as the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, you knew that this moment would be etched in your memory forever. because in every universe, in every possible reality, you knew one thing for certain: you would always love percy jackson.

[banana-ge-ge]

Oliver crushing hard 😔

[zambomarti]

This went too unnoticed:

"It is so hard for him to stand back, to see you struggle. It is so hard for us all."

US???? Are they referring to the merpeople and all the creatures of the sea??????

"Poseidon's people seeing Percy as one of their own" headcanon confirmed in the show and should I stay calm?!

[luvingsolace]

I love my Nico with androgynous features so much and nothing yall say could ever make me change my mind…

Big brown eyes with looooong dark lashes, sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones, soft lips, small nose with a bump, beauty marks all around his face, dimple on right cheek when he smiles, long shiny hair (once he starts taking care of it)… it’s such good soup you don’t get it…

[pettymaisie]

Cabin 10

[tillysslife]

resigned flickers of the fire — p. jackson

۫ ꣑ৎpairings: percy jackson x eros!daughter!fem

the air is thick with summer warmth as percy wanders away from the campfire, the sing-along and flickering flames fading behind him.

only now that he’s alone—or at least what he thought—does he let his shoulders sink. the weight of being percy jackson, the saviour of olympus, has always been a heavy weight on his back. no one could possibly hold him to a higher standard than he held himself. it was a relentless, brutal job that usually ended in him sacrificing himself for others. but he keeps doing it every day, no matter the physical and emotional tolls it takes on his body.

he leaves his shoes on the grass and wriggles his toes in the sand. he feels his body relax just by the smell of the ocean filling his senses. a late night swim would be perfect right now.

to explore the underwater realm, just feel the water envelope percy in its wrenches and take him from his duties for a while.

he peels his orange shirt and was in the process of taking off his shorts when his steps halts.

that was the back of a head that he could recognise from anywhere.

y/n y/l/n, the daughter of eros.

canonically the most beautiful, seductive person in camp. feared and loved at the same time. people couldn’t differentiate whether their feelings for her were real or of it was just an effect of her godly heritage. a tragic trait.

her legs stretch out, toes buried beneath the cool grains of sand. her hair catches the moonlight in a way that makes her look ethereal. her lips release a low humming melody one akin to a siren’s as she absentmindedly twirls a strand of hair between fingers.

he only hesitated for a moment before closing the distance, taking a tentative seat next to the girl.

she hardly flinches at his presence “took you long enough.”

percy snorts, turning towards her, taking in the slope of her nose, the plump of her lip and the sparkle in her eye. “you were expecting me?”

“maybe,” she finally meets his gaze, tilting her head as she leaned back onto her elbows. “or maybe i just know you, jackson.”

percy huffs but doesn’t argue, letting the soft crash of the waves on the shore fill the silence. it’s always been like this with her—effortless. she’s a massive flirt, but with percy it was different. there had always been an undercurrent beneath the teasing and banter. soft unspoken glanced and lingering touches.

“you okay?” she whispers, her voice softer than it just was.

he hesitates before sighing, dragging a hand down his exasperated face. “i just needed a minute, you know how it is. sometimes i just wanna—“ percy trails off, shaking his head.

“just wanna be percy?” she finishes for him.

his eyes flick to hers as he nods slowly, as if surprised how easily she understood him with the minimal words.

she sits up, shifting closer, so close that Percy can see the flick of vulnerability in her eyes. the one that was reserved for him. “you know, you’re allowed to let people take care of you too.” she murmurs.

before he could manage to disagree she reaches out, fingers threading through his dark hair. her grip featherlight but deliberate. it sends a shiver down his spine.

“i do let people take care of me,” he argues weakly, fighting against the temptation to melt into her grasp.

she hums, unconvinced “not the way you need them to.”

percy swallows forcefully. he should deflect—crack a joke, change the joke—anything. but then she shifts that inch closer, her legs swinging over his hip as she straddles him.

“y/n” he croaks “what are you—“

“shh,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, tilting his face up to hers. “just let me help you, percy.”

their lips are a breath away and percy can feel his resolve crumbling. she’s intoxicating—not just because she’s beautiful, not because she had eros magic in her veins, but because it’s her. because she sees him, more than anyone ever has.

she sees the slump in his shoulders, the fake grin that he plasters on every time he leaves his cabin, the sparkle that left his eyes. she sees everything and she still loves him.

and when she finally kissed him, slow and deep, it feels less like temptation and more like surrender.

percy stiffens for half a second caught between, unfamiliarity and instinct. but then she lazily deepens the kiss, swiping her tongue along the seam of his lips, slow and sure, like she could do this all night, like she just wants to him to feel.

and gods does he feel it.

his hands find their way to her waist, hesitant but firm as his fingers pressed lightly into the fabric of her white summer dress. she’s warm, so warm and her body molds into his like waves meeting shore. it’s not rushed or urgent like a hookup behind a cabin, but careful, intentional.

when she finally pulls back (because percy would rather lose all air than pull away first) their bertha’s mingle in the short space between them. perxy doesn’t dare open his eyes too soon, like he’s trying to hold onto whatever just passed between them, like he’s afraid the moment could slip away.

“percy.” she murmurs and he can hear the smile in her voice. her fingers are still tangled in his hair, the pads of her thumb brushing against his shark cheekbone.

he forces his eyes open. there is no teasing in her eyes. no sly smirk or playful glint—just something soft and totally unguarded, something percy isn’t even sure he deserves.

“you don’t have to carry everything alone.” she promises.

his throat tightens and he almost laughs at the simplicity in her phrase. instead it comes out as a shark exhale “you make it sound easy,” he mutters.

“it’s not.” she shifts on his lap and percy was suddenly terrified of the prospect that she was going to leave. though, she only pulls him closer, her hands resting on the back of his neck. “but it’s gets a lot easier when you let someone in.”

percy wants to argue—but he can’t find the words. the way he always feels like he has to be the protector, the saviour, the person who makes the hard choices. it’s been like this since he was twelve when he first attacked that minotaur and decided that he wouldn’t let anyone he cared about get hurt again.

but sitting here with her, under the quiet pool of the moon and the lull of the tide. he doesn’t feel like a hero, not even a hero. he just feels like a scared teenage boy.

“i don’t know how to do that.” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

she smile sadly, not in pity, but in understanding for she had felt the same way countless times before. “that’s okay. you don’t have to know everything, perce.”

she cups his face, her touch achingly gentle, like he’s trying to memorise the shape of him. percy leans into her warmth before he could try to stop himself, he doesn't realise how much he’s needed this. not the kiss, not the closeness, but the feel of someone stripping away all of his protective layers and seeing the person underneath. choosing him, not for his abilities but for who is his.

maybe that’s why, when she pressed her lips to his again, he doesn’t hesitate.

this time he lets himself kiss her back like he means it.

[faytears]

nico and percy are the same flavor of creepy/scary which is why neither of them fear the other while everyone else is scared of them. they are both freaks. this is like half the appeal of their dynamic. STOP PITTING TWO DIVAS AGAINST EACH OTHER AND MAKE THEM HUNT MONSTERS TOGETHER FOR SPORT!!

[liltaireissocute]

[PERC'ILDAN]

"Do I look cute in your glasses, Freddie?"

[aroaceleovaldez]

underappreciated Nico detail that I like - he seems to be an angry crier! very frequently he's angry when he cries and he cries when he's extremely angry. very AuDHD of him. emotional regulation sucks my guy and he's just going through it.

[roman-o-cheese]

Me when I remember Frank Zhang’s is a child of the god of war whose mother died in combat and thus his mothers death is tied to his existence, and he will spend the rest of his life deconstructing that guilt.

Frank didn’t kill his mother, but his father is the incitement of all war. A soldier does not become a soldier without being at least acquainted with war, and in many cases they will fall to it, much like Emily. I’d be surprised if, in some capacity, Frank didn’t see Mars as a murderer. Like he understands that, on a wide scale, Mars did not kill Emily Zhang. But Mars started the war that killed her. And since Mars is his father, I think he’d feel disgusted with that fact, even if he logically knows that that’s not the case.

And then I think about how out of all of the gods Frank assumed he was the child of, Mars was never in the question. I almost wonder if he kind of knew, but convinced himself it wasn’t true. I mean his mom was a soldier, there’s a logical connection with the war god there. But the idea that he was a product of what hurt him and his family so much was too painful to consider. So he swore himself to his unshaken kindness. If cruelty took his mom, he would do anything in his power to counter that.

[mediumgayitalian]

"What was that for?"

He is warm, and soft, and he smells good.

And when Nico catches him by surprise, he touches the tips of his fingers to the swell of his lips, eyes wide, freckles blinking like stars.

Nico hides a smile, rocking back on his heels.

"No reason."

"Not that I am complaining," Will hastens to explain, "uh, I loved it, actually, I just -- I am kind of gross? I was gonna go run to take a shower before I woke you and --"

Nico leans over and kisses him again. From this angle he can -- the sand pit for volleyball is just slightly lower than the bleachers, and if Nico stands on the second step, he can just...lean over. Will's lips are right there, even if it is more a press of mouths than a kiss with Will's rambling.

It stops, though, when Nico kisses him. He clams up and kisses back like he's afraid Nico is going to stop.

"Was that one just 'cause, too?" he says, when Nico lets up. Nico pulls away and notices that he is breathless. That could be the game he just played.

It could also be the little tinge of red around his cheekbones -- barely, really, anything -- and the way he darts his eyes between Nico's mouth and his eyes. Experimentally, Nico leans slightly forward. Immediately, Will closes his mouth, then his eyes, waiting.

Nico waits, too, grinning. When Will cracks one confused eye open he cannot help but laugh, and Will shoves him, scowling.

"You're teasing me," he accuses.

Nico quiets his mirth in his hands.

"A little."

"You're mean."

"Mhm. A little."

He leans forward, again, past the threshold of middle ground between them. This time Will waits, evaluating, pout on his bitten-red lips. He narrows his Carolina-blue eyes and Nico takes the time to watch them, to memorize them. He thinks of brilliant butterfly wings and fire. He thinks of afternoon skies. He thinks of shallow, splashing lakes, of robin eggs and icebergs. Of scorpions and scales and flower petals. He thinks long enough for Will to believe him, again, to fall for it; he thinks he could get away with making him wait, again, but finds he doesn't want to.

"You taste like strawberry," Will mumbles, and presses himself closer, "the candy kind."

Nico smiles against his mouth. A bribe, of sorts. Will's tongue licks along the seem of his lips, determined to taste more. Nico allows it and slides his hands up his belly in his distraction, resting on his chest. He swears he can feel when his skin gives way to dark ink, long-healed as it is. There is less of a buzz.

Will pulls away, slightly, although there isn't much to go.

"I'm supposed to -- get ready."

"Mhm." Nico kisses him again. He resists, or he tries to. Nico hovers, for a moment, candy breath and all, and he cracks in second. "What was it you had to do, again?"

"I --" Nico swipes his thumb along the line of his ribs, featherlight, and he twitches, trembles; "I --"

He is so easy. It is like he has buttons red and tantalizing for Nico to press, and his impulse control has never been good. Nico memorized them ages ago, and uses them at his leisure; Twizzlers, before a game, dipping his hands in ice water so they're cooler than usual. A fingernail against his ribcage, a flat palm on the heart of his tattoo. A little bit of height, and the promise of a kiss, of the end of one.

Like a detonator.

"Don't stop," Will sighs, forgetting. Nico can almost see the list of responsibilities float from his brain, wrapping around Nico's head like laurels. He curls his fists to avoid the crow of victory bubbling in his throat, wrapping his hands in strands of Will's hair -- another button.

He tugs.

Will whimpers.

Easy.

"Won't," Nico promises, and kisses him again.