#percy jackson x gender neutral reader | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

cece693 · 1 month ago

Note

could you do a percy jackson x child of dionysus reader? either fem or gn?

The Vine and The Sea

pairing: percy jackson x gender neutral reader tags: child of dionysus, your the comedic relief in most situations, percy sees beyond that though, simple concept but really cute

The first time Percy Jackson noticed you, it wasn’t because you were causing chaos—though, as a child of Dionysus, that was often your specialty. It was because you were sitting on the steps of the Big House, twirling a grapevine lazily around your finger while everyone else was busy preparing for the next game of Capture the Flag.

Percy, never one to shy away from meeting new people, approached you with that signature crooked smile. “Not into bloodshed?” he teased, nodding toward the distant sounds of swords clashing in the training arena.

You looked up at him, your expression unreadable. “Oh, I’m all for a little drama,” you replied, a mischievous glint in your eye. “I just prefer mine with less bruising and more theatrics.”

Percy chuckled, plopping down beside you. “I’m Percy. You new here?”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “Yeah, just got here. They weren’t too thrilled when I turned the strawberry fields into a wine vineyard, though.”

Percy blinked, unsure if you were joking. “Uh, yeah, Mr. D probably didn’t like that.”

You smirked. “Surprisingly, he didn’t mind. I think he respects the creativity. The strawberries are fine, by the way. I’m not a monster.”

Percy found himself laughing again, drawn to your sharp wit and the way you seemed to carry yourself like the world was one big stage. Over the next few days, he noticed you more and more. You had a knack for turning even the most mundane moments into something theatrical, your Dionysian flair manifesting in spontaneous bursts of laughter, color, and music.

But what really caught Percy’s attention was your ability to calm even the tensest situations. One afternoon, when Clarisse was on the verge of throttling a camper over a sparring match, you stepped in with a simple snap of your fingers. Suddenly, the air filled with the intoxicating scent of wine, and the vines creeping along the fence began to blossom. The tension dissolved into laughter as Clarisse and the camper found themselves wrapped in vines, unable to move without giggling.

“You’ve got a gift,” Percy told you later, as you both sat by the campfire.

“More like a curse,” you replied, your tone softening. “People expect me to be the life of the party, the one who fixes everything with a little magic. But it’s not always that easy.”

Percy frowned, his sea-green eyes meeting yours. “You don’t have to be what everyone expects. Trust me, I get it. Being the son of Poseidon isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, either.”

You smiled at him, a genuine warmth breaking through your usual mask of sarcasm. “Thanks, Percy. I guess we’re both trying to figure it out, huh?”

Over time, your bond with Percy deepened. He admired the way you could make him laugh, even on the darkest days, and you appreciated the way he saw through your Dionysian theatrics to the person underneath. You joined him on quests, your powers proving invaluable when diplomacy was needed more than brute force—or when monsters needed to be distracted by a particularly theatrical illusion of a Bacchanalia.

One night, as you sat together by the shoreline, the moonlight dancing on the waves, Percy turned to you, his expression unusually serious. “You know,” he said, “for someone who says they hate being the center of attention, you’ve definitely become the center of mine.”

You raised an eyebrow, your heart skipping a beat. “Is that your way of saying you like me, Seaweed Brain?”

He blushed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

You leaned closer, the scent of salt and sea mixing with the faint aroma of grapes that always seemed to cling to you. “Good,” you whispered. “Because I like you too.”

The kiss you shared was soft and fleeting, but it was enough to cement what had been growing between you for weeks. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with—the sea and the vine, chaos and calm, perfectly intertwined.

194 notes · View notes

thegiacabin · 1 month ago

Text

𓏲⋆.♡ RAINEY DAY STRUGGLES ⋆₊ .ᐟ

( 𓂃ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ༄) percy jackson x gn!reader

a/n: hiioo my first fic on here! hope it’s not too short i have school so i kinda rushed :(

The storm rolled in out of nowhere. One second, the sky was clear and the sun was shining, and the next, dark clouds were swirling over Camp Half-Blood. It was almost comical how quickly the weather changed, but nobody was laughing when the rain started coming down in sheets.

You sprinted for cover, narrowly dodging a bolt of lightning that struck the top of Zeus’s Fist.

Your cabin was too far, so you made a break for the Big House, shivering as the cold rain drenched you to the bone.

When you burst through the door, shaking like a wet puppy, the last person you expected to see was Percy Jackson.

He was sprawled out on one of the couches in the living room, socks propped up on the coffee table and a book in his hands. He looked up when you stumbled in, his sea-green eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Rough day?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, it’s been amazing,” you deadpanned, wringing water out of your shirt. “I love running around in a monsoon.”

Percy smirked, setting his book down. “Well, lucky for you, the Big House is the coziest place to ride out a storm. Want a blanket? I think there’s a stack of them somewhere.”

You nodded, teeth chattering. Percy dug around behind the couch and pulled out a knitted blanket in Camp Half-Blood’s signature orange. He tossed it to you, and you wrapped it around yourself, sinking into the armchair opposite him.

For a few minutes, the two of you sat in companionable silence, the sound of rain hammering against the windows filling the room. Percy eventually broke the quiet, glancing over at you.

“You look like you’re still freezing,” he said, tilting his head. “Come here.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Body heat, duh,” he said, grinning. “C’mon, I won’t bite.”

You hesitated, but the promise of warmth was too tempting. You shuffled over to the couch, and Percy scooted over to make room. The second you sat down, he threw half the blanket over your shoulders, pulling you close.

“This isn’t weird, right?” Percy asked after a moment, his voice quieter now.

You snorted. “Not unless you make it weird.”

“Fair.”

The two of you stayed like that, huddled under the blanket as the storm raged outside. Percy’s arm brushed against yours, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him. It was… nice. Cozy, even.

Eventually, you glanced up at him. “Thanks for not letting me freeze to death.”

Percy smiled, his cheeks a little pink. “Anytime.”

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #rainy rambles #rainyday #gender neutral reader

116 notes · View notes

reneesghostinthelivingroom · 4 months ago

Note

clarisse x gn!child of nemesis!reader where the reader keeps a black book of everyone who's pissed them off and why and clarisse gets curious. love your work! :)

The Journal

|| Clarisse La Rue x genderneutral!nemesis!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, Clarisse and reader have a small argument, Clarisse invading reader's privacy, short drabble

|| Summary; when Clarisse comes looking for reader at their cabin, what she didn't expect to find was a black leather journal coated in red scribbles. Curiosity gets the better of her.

Requests open!

Started; october 9th

Finished; october 9th

~~~

Clarisse and you have been dating for some time now. The two of you were a pretty intense combo, beyond loyal to each other but almost always fighting about something. Most of the time it's just for fun, though. None of your arguments are really serious. You just like keeping each other on your toes. With you being a child of nemesis and Clarisse a daughter of Ares, it's no wonder things were intense. Both of you had such intense Godly parents.

Despite all that, today was a rather calm afternoon. Clarisse had just come into the Nemesis Cabin to look for you when instead she found a black leather journal on your bed. Scrawled on the front in red was a bunch of crossing lines and scribbles which peaked her curiosity.

She walked over and picked it up, right away she noticed that there was just something intense about the book before she even opened it. When she did open it, she immediately realized why that was. Her eyes widening slightly as she reads through the text. The book was full of names of people who had clearly pissed you off, you even stated why. Most having a massive paragraph or two. The more she looked through, the more she noticed that some names were even repeated. An example being Drew, the daughter of Aphrodite. She was in there more than three times. Damn, you and her really didn't get along.

Clarisse sat herself down on the edge of your bed, looking through the book. At one point she even found her own name, though the reason you had was fair enough. It was after one your more intense arguments with her. She couldn't necessarily fault you for that.

The daughter of Ares took her sweet time reading through it, enjoying everything about it and making mental notes of those who'd wronged you. She knew you had probably already gotten back at most of them by now, but she was still going to do some stuff herself. She was your girlfriend, after all. Plus, she needed to start some fights anyways. She was getting bored.

She found herself wondering if you'd always kept books like this and if you had anymore laying around. This one specifically only went back a few months, so it was relatively new but there were still lots of pages filled regardless. You seemed to have a lot of enemies, which she thought was kinda cool. You definitely weren't afraid to speak your mind.

"Clarisse?"

The sound of your voice got her attention, her head snapping away from the book to look at you with wide eyes. Then glance at the book in her hands before looking to you again.

"Y/N..." She muttered and cursed, setting the book aside," hey."

You folded your arms across her chest as you stood in the cabin doorway," 'hey'? Really? Were you going through my shit?"

She immediately shook her head, trying to defend herself from what you just saw." No, I swear I was just coming in to find you then saw the book laying there so I got curious."

You rolled your eyes and walked over, picking the book up." How much did you read?"

"Enough to know that a lot of people pissed you off, including me." Clarisse admitted, you were the one person she could never bring herself to lie to," ...could I help plan your revenge?" She asked, hoping that maybe if she showed interest you would forgive her.

And you did think about it. For a long moment. You knew you couldn't stay mad at her forever, no matter how badly you wanted to some days." Fine..."

"Fuck yes." She couldn't help but grin. This would be fun.

#fanfic #x reader #canon x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x genderfluid reader #gender neutral reader #clarisse la rue x reader #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #clarisse la rue

183 notes · View notes

nebbyy · 10 months ago

Note

Hi! Could you please do a part two to the lester/apollo x reader fic you posted?

Apollo x reader - Eternal Bonds

A/N: thank you so much for your request, anon! Sorry if this took a bit more than the time I usually take to write my fics, but as I said the past weeks have been really tiring for me🥹

Anyway, I hope you like this fic, I personally like it better than the first part, but as always let me know your thoughts on it<3

Aaaand as always, painting is "Springtime" by Pierre Auguste Cot for anyone interested!

Summary: Having regained his immortality and prestige, all that remained for Apollo was to stabilise something in his life was one thing: you. It might sound easy, but he honestly would disagree.

Warning: it is implied that Athena has a great admiration for reader, but they’re not their child. This reconnects with my own personal thoughts on how Athena’s cabin should work, so the goddess’ relationship with reader in this fic should be seen as the same as hers and Odysseus’ (if you want further explanations on what their dynamic was let me know:))) Also I must say, I haven’t read any of the trials of Apollo books in ages so I took it as an occasion to interpret Apollo’s return to Olympus how I see it more fit to this little scenario of mine.

And lastly, not a warning but this fic starts just a bit before the end of the first part, if anyone was wondering:)

Word count: 3813 (longest fic yet omgg)

Apollo stood there, standing on the elevator that would take him home. How strange, he had dreamed of this moment for months, eager to return to his home and be welcomed as a glorious hero, with restored dignity, free of the mortal shell in which he had been confined all this time. He had imagined himself proud, tall and triumphant as he entered the gates of Olympus.

Yet as he stood on his way home, he could not prevent the continuous movement of his foot against the elevator floor. There was no trace in him of the security typical of a hero, in him at that time reigned only the same anxiety and nervousness that had characterized his mortal form. First it was Apollo inside Lester’s body, now Apollo had his body back, but Lester was inside of him. That Lester had become an integral part of him? Or maybe it didn’t add up, maybe it was always there, unable to make its voice heard under the omnipresent spirit of Apollo.

Okay, maybe he was rambling, but he couldn’t help it when he felt like his nerves were about to make him explode!

The point was, he wasn’t just going home, he was going to convince his father, the king of the gods, the exact same person who kicked him out of Olympus, to make the love of his life immortal so that he could stay by his side for eternity. It was not a situation in which one could easily remain connected to reality.

Finally, the elevator slowed down its run, until it stopped completely and opened its doors with a characteristic "ding".

Slowly, one step at a time, Apollo stepped out of the elevator and advanced to the throne room, walking up the path that would take him directly there. His performance had an air of regal composure, but it was nothing more than a method of masking his tense nerves. He walked until he reached the first areas inhabited by the Olympians and some other immortal creature.

"Apollo? I didn’t know you were already back. We thought it would take you millennia to make it up to Zeus!!" He hadn’t heard it in a while, but there was no way he could ever forget the sound of Nike’s voice. The winged goddess came to meet him flying curiously, also attracting the attention of the entities that had not paid attention to the scene so far.

Some approached, recognizing the face of the beloved god, while others ran to announce his return to the major gods. First came Hestia, who with that loving family attitude, embraced him gently. "Oh Apollo, you were so good! I never doubted you could do it."

"I can’t say that with as much confidence, but I must congratulate you, Apollo, you have exceeded all my expectations." It was the authoritarian voice of Athena who spoke, who wore a smile on her face, a more unique than rare event. Apollo was so surprised by this unusual compliment from her that he hardly paid any attention to her questioning his chances of success.

For a moment he felt his eyes almost come out of his skull when a large hand was planted on his shoulder to pat him. " Well done, little brother, aren’t you as soft as you look, eh?" Massaging his shoulder, Apollo smiled faintly at the mountain that was his half-brother. "Thanks, Ares, it means a lot I guess..."

He was about to receive the coup de grâce, if it were not for Aphrodite, unconscious of her intervention, she had put herself right in the middle, affectionately placing one hand on Apollo’s shoulder while the other not very secretly found place in that of Ares, to the delight of Hephaestus who observed snorting away from the scene, but thumbs up at the sun god to express his joy.

He didn’t know how long this lasted, or exactly how many gods surrounded him at that point, but when Nike was about to hold a banquet in his honor he couldn’t control his reaction: "No wait!" His tone sounded so panicked that he caught everyone unawares. For a moment the gods almost had the sensation of speaking a mortal, so much his voice had squeaked in the air. Realizing that he had drawn even more attention to you, as if it were even possible in that situation, he gently shrugged his shoulders, to mitigate the gaze of the Olympians his nerves more tense than ever.

"Um I-" he made a false cough to try to regain his posture before starting to speak again, illuminating his companions with a dazzling smile, "sorry, mortal’s pollen, am I right? Anyway, much as I would be... ecstatic to attend a banquet, I’m afraid I must first have a discussion with Zeus about some... matters of utmost urgency! If you’ll excuse me, now.”

With little pomp, he made his way through the crowd stunned at his unusual behavior. "Poor thing, the Earth has changed him." Someone shook their head resigned, someone else did not even notice his abrupt exit, simply saying goodbye and congratulating him as he got smaller and smaller in the distance. The attention to him lasted just before each god went for their merry way. After all, when you have a whole eternity to live, there are few things left for you for a long time.

Everyone resumed doing what they were doing before Apollo’s return, all except Athena. It was in her nature to predict the rival’s moves- or rather, the moves of anyone around her. She may not have been born with the ability to see the future, but her intellect allowed her to come to conclusions almost as apt as an oracle. Silent as night, he followed the solar god, whose aura seemed to be clouded by some heavy burden.

The closer he got to the heavy bronze doors of the throne room, the lighter his head felt, as if his brain had gone numb. He was mathematically certain that he had NEVER felt so nervous in his entire existence. Not even his many figures in human form could compare to how he was feeling at the time. But it’s not like he could back out now, not after all the way he’s come, not after promising you not to leave your side. Not now, that had arrived in front of the doors.

He didn’t even have to knock, or announce his own name. No use, Zeus was waiting for him. Apollo took a breath, pumping his chest to emulate some sense of confidence before making his way into the vast hall. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked around and looked at the empty thrones, each with small inlays reminiscent of its owner. He passed by his own throne, and a sense of longing pervaded him to the thought that in no time he would have sat there again. Maybe you could convince Zeus to put a similar throne for you next to his own..

No, stay focused, Apollo, first of all he had to convince Zeus to make them immortal in the first place.

Without even realizing it, he was so taken by his own thoughts, he had reached the end of the room, finding himself a few feet from the king of Olympus. Now he could not afford to show himself weak, fearful. Come on, it had to come easy for him, he was also the god of the theater after all! As if a thread pulled him from above, he felt himself erect tall and proud, his chest out, his muscular back straight; a slight halo of light surrounded him, reconferendogli a little of that shine that has always distinguished him from the rest of the gods. He smiled at his father before bowing down gracefully. "It’s good to see you again, Father."

“Apollo, I see it took you no time to get used to your old life once more. I trust you have learned your lesson.”

“Indeed, father. And I came here to thank you for it all. It was… better than I expected.” Zeus lifted a brow suspiciously, eyeing his son as if trying to make out what’s in his mind just by his appearance. “Mmh I hardly believe that you only came here to thank me for your punishment.” Okay, even if he had second thoughts, it was DEFINITELY too late to back out. Yet despite the seriousness of the situation, Apollo no longer felt the same anxiety that had accompanied him throughout the climb to Olympus. He felt powerful, confident in his words, in his actions, but above all confident in you. He knew that if ever there was a mortal worthy of immortality, it was most certainly you. He looked up at his father, this time his smile had become less dazzling, almost a little nervous.

“Heh, you’re not wrong, father. I came here to make a request.”

“Depends. What is it that you desire?”

“How do you make a demigod immortal?”

Total silence fell in the room. The expression of Zeus was intelligible, and not being able to read the true emotions of Apollo, moreover in such a silent environment did not help to calm his nervousness. Zeus slowly blinked, covering his icy eyes for a moment before opening them again as he breathed in just as slowly. " Few mortals have earned the gift of immortality throughout history. He must deserve that honor with out-of-the-ordinary feats," he paused, as if to reflect, then resumed speaking, in a neutral but glacial and authoritative tone, "this is not impossible, but I count on one bare hand how many times a mortal has been added to the abode of the immortals over the millennia."

"I am aware of this, Father, and that is precisely why I believe that the person I speak of is the most deserving of this honor." Zeus did not answer. Not immediately, at least. He seemed confused and intrigued at the same time, as if he had not expected such a response. " My son, what do you mean by that?" Apollo could not avoid the smile that spread on his face having an opportunity to talk about your countless qualities, which in his eyes were endless. It was one of his favorite activities even when he was mortal, actually.

"You see father, they are a demigod of qualities worthy only of an immortal god. They are strong and wise, although they are still at a young age. They fear nothing but the limits imposed by Olympus, which they have served since the day they set foot inside Camp Half-Blood."He took a little dramatic pause, perhaps expecting to be interrupted by the divine father, but he gave no sign of wanting to intervene in words; he preferred to remain silent, peering at his son while he justified his reasons for satisfying his will.

"And they are beautiful, Father. They shine with a beauty far beyond that of an ordinary mortal. Even on the battlefield, soiled with blood and filth of all kinds, their beauty always resembled that of Aphrodite and Eros and all the gods of all the Pantheons of this world who possess the gift of supreme beauty." To this the father could not suppress a snort of derision, not trusting the words of the son in fact of beauty, "If I remember well such words were spoken by you also for Hyacinth, and before him Daphne, and before her still such a long series of river nymphs and mortal beings that I lost count."

Apollo lowered his head in resignation, sighing gently before looking up to speak again, "I realize this, Father, but I mention their beauty only because it would be a crime against all that is right to omit. However, it remains only one of the many qualities that characterize them, which none of my past lovers can say. But that is not the greatest reason why I consider them worthy of immortality."

"Speak openly then, you know I don’t like to wait." The blond-haired god nodded and took another step towards the king of the gods, his eyes even brighter than before, inflamed by his longing desire to obtain what he most desired in his entire existence. You, at his side. Forever.

"You see, they have done a great service to the goddess of wisdom and the manual arts. They have done the will of Athena and have done such glorious deeds that they have increased her honor. I myself was able to attend only some of their quests, but I assure you that they were so great as to justify the support and blessing of a goddess so hardly affable." To these words, Zeus seemed completely incredulous. In Olympus it was well known that Athena was the beloved daughter of the king of the gods, who always kept her close to him and always made all her will an uncompromising law. It seemed impossible to him that any mortal had been able to win the favor of the goddess, and he strongly doubted the veracity of Apollo’s claim.

The young god opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a voice echoing from behind him, "As much as the idea of supporting Apollo’s petty whims, this time I must agree with him." Athena had followed Apollo to the throne room, suspicious of his strange behavior. He had to be honest, Apollo literally had no idea what to say at that moment; he did not expect to get to that point with his interview and certainly did not expect Athena’s support in his intent. But this was a real blessing, for she herself could bear witness to your worth.

She only gave him a scowling look, like a silent admonition to avoid yelling at him, pick up your mouth from the ground and be a god, genius! But his silver eyes were enough to relay the message, and after a moment Apollo had returned to his usual divine bearing. She blinked slowly before turning her eyes again to Zeus.

"Y/N Y/L is a demigod of undeniable quality, which also left me pleasantly surprised. It is true, they have diligently served Olympus and have especially served me, and I have let them fight in my name precisely because their wit deserved such honor. If only it were possible, I would claim them as my own child, for only twice in my existence have I met two mortal men of equal virtue, and those mortals were the king of Ithaca and your son Hercules, to whom you rightly granted immortality.

You know that I do not speak in vain when I express my opinion, and that is why I consider them worthy to also obtain the gift of immortality, especially when to these incredibly successful quests are added the love of a god and the admiration of another."

Now Zeus observed the two with two comically wide eyes, mostly due to the unexpected intervention of Athena. Even Apollo could not hide his amazement from that sudden help, but he certainly did not complain at all. Three beats passed, then Zeus cleared his voice and I speak in a more serene tone than before, though still authoritarian, "Very well, if you yourself, Athena, consider this mortal worthy of so many honors I want to believe you. Your lover will be granted immortality, Apollo. This will happen at sundown, when you bring your chariot back here to Olympus. Lead them with you, and they can live forever here with you."

"Yes!!" Apollo threw a fist in the air for joy, a small habit he had taken in his stay on earth, but soon after he realized that perhaps it was not quite the right place to give free rein to his happiness, judging by the unimpressed face of Zeus, "Um, I apologize. I thank you father, for this wonderful gift. I assure you that you will not regret it!" He slowly stepped back as he spoke to him with the biggest smile on his face, extending his arms and bending his knees in a farewell bow. Zeus, for the first time in what seemed like centuries, smiled at Apollo and nodded slightly.

"Enjoy this concession of mine, my son, and may it remain in your mind as your reward for having demonstrated your qualities, even without the intervention of your divinity."

"I’ll never forget it. They’ll never let me!" With some other ceremonious thanksgiving, which they had little given the haste and irrepressible joy of the sun god, Apollo rushed down to Olympus, hastening as much as possible to reach his beloved in the place where they had met. He looked at a clock to see how much time he had left. 7 P.M., he still had some time left. He ran like a madman, until he saw the entrance of the familiar Campo approaching. He ignored everyone around him, his perplexed children, his disappointed fangirls, his friends not too surprised to see him running like a bullet through the field, with the biggest smile they’d ever seen on him. Only Meg had a vague feeling about what exactly happened, but even if she did, she didn’t say anything and just looked at him smiling before going back to her things.

Apollo entered the forest next to the Camp and continued to run. Lucky he was back in his cool form, if he was still Lester would have collapsed out of breath for half an hour. And then finally, he finally arrived at your rendezvous point. She found you there, gently lying on moss, slumbering from the weariness of the activities at the Camp and from the worries you had freed yourself of the previous day, in that exact same place, when you had finally found your beloved. Apollo was quivering, thinking how you would react to the awakening, among the golden blankets of his heavenly palace. What would you have said seeing your body invigorated and illuminated by immortality. What would you have felt seeing that his declarations of eternal love were not fallacious, but promises that he had dedicated himself body and soul to keep.

He gently picked you up, taking care not to wake you. He invoked his golden chariot and rode with you to your new home. He kept you close, as much as he was physically allowed by the confined space. The journey did not last long, being facilitated by the godly transport; once arrived right in front of the golden gates of the Apollonian abode, he took you back in his bridal style, leading you to his- your bed. You were stretched out just as he saw your skin begin to shimmer gently, its color gradually became richer and filled with eternally vital sap. He stood by your side, filling your neck and shoulders with kisses as he crouched behind you, eagerly awaiting your rebirth as a deity.

In the morning you woke up with a strong light that dazzled you. You thought it was Apollo, who since he had returned to his true form had regained all the lustre of his nature. But no, it wasn’t him; it was you, whose skin emanated a faint light that bounced against the various gold inlays that were in the bedroom. Yeah, you didn’t remember falling asleep in a bed, the last thing you remembered was lying in the forest moss while you waited for Apollo. Wait a minute, this isn’t even a room in Camp Half-Blood!

You did it to snap up to the alert, but then you stopped when you felt the familiar touch of Apollo caressing your shoulder, sliding towards the back of your neck and passing through your hair, which had been twice as long as the day before. Normally you would have yawned, but it didn’t seem physically possible to experience any fatigue in the state you were in. You felt... almighty. You finally turned your attention away from your body and turned it towards Apollo, who was already looking at you with a loveless look.

"Good morning, beautiful." You smiled though still confused by the situation you were in. Tempting your luck, you took a sigh and then you spoke, your melodic, honey-sweet voice even though you just woke up, "'Chicken, where are we?"

"We are in Olympus my dear. I promised you that I would not forget you, that I would love you forever. And I meant every single word I said, which is why I had a little conversation with Zeus earlier, and well... let’s just say with a little help I was able to convince him to give you immortality." He said it with the biggest and most satisfied smile I’d ever seen on him, and meanwhile he hugged you and held you and caressed you all over his body, as if to confirm himself that all this was true.

You were utterly speechless, incredulous at what this god had just done in the name of love for you, but at the same time you felt a warm feeling pervading you from within, filling you with joy and happiness, as if that of him had infected you like a disease. You held your hands to his face and laughed in disbelief and said, "You’re the biggest crazy idiot I’ve ever met, Lester!"

He laughed with you, feeling pervaded by this joy that moved him from within, almost pushing him to tears by the power of these feelings. Holding you tighter, she stroked your silky soft hair as she chuckled happily, "I guess you’ll have to get used to the gold and clouds here." " Still better than a bunk bed to share in five."

Laughing together, you held each other so long as you had time, before he had to take off and lead the sun across the sky. Before he got on the golden chariot, he touched your face with his bronze hands and kissed you gently. " I still can’t believe I’m gonna be able to kiss these lips forever, Y/N." You smiled at him before you grabbed him by the shoulder to push him towards you, and kissed him again. " Then hurry up and leave, so you’ll be back soon and I’ll have a chance to convince you that everything is real." Winking at him, he laughed loudly and heartily, a more melodic sound than any lyre or flute.

"Then I shall not be long in returning to your arms, my lord" And so he departed towards the horizon, and you smiled as you watched him disappear into the sky, thinking with satisfaction of the world that will look up to him with longing and admiration, knowing that he will never again stop for anyone but you, once his daily duties are over.

#the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #apollo x you #apollo x reader #pjo apollo #apollo #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #meg mccaffrey #zeus pjo #athena #writers on tumblr #fluff #gender neutral reader #reader insert #lester papadopoulos x reader #lester papadopoulos

397 notes · View notes

kazperthegh0st · 6 months ago

Text

Leo, desperately: Let me rizz you up babygirl!!!

174 notes · View notes

justanotherduck26 · 6 months ago

Text

Imagine falling into Tartarus with Percy

Book Percy jackson x Gender neutral reader

......You're sweating hands held onto Percy's for dear life while he held onto you with one hand his other hand holding onto a ledge dangling in the abyss of Tartarus. Arachne web attached to your ankle .

".....Percy......Percy you have to let me go you can't pull me up I promise I'll be ok." You croaked weakly through the tears that threatened to spill. Percy looked at you and ........smile? It was small and faint but that was definitely a smile.

"NICO LEAD THEM THE OTHERS TO THE DOORS OF DEATH." Percy shouted up to Nico who was trying but failing to reach you and Percy. Percy looked at you.

"I'm not letting you get away from me again. It's ok Y/n everything is going to be okay as long as we're together. " Percy replied a determined look on his face. Only then did Y/n realize what would happen. " As long as we're together. " You replied and with that Percy let go of the ledge you felt his arms wrap around you as the two of you fell into darkness.

#gender neutral reader #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #gender neutral y/n #book percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

178 notes · View notes

thatonepersonwhocantwrite · 1 year ago

Text

BackBiter

Platonic May castellan x Gender neutral friend reader

Platonic yandere show version Luke castellan x parental figure reader

Platonic yandere camp half blood x Gender neutral reader

Y/n/n= you're nickname

Idk if I like this one...but spent way to much time writing it

TRIGGER WARNINGS swearing, implied kidnapping, accidental injuries, dark themes

The Castellan's had always been close with your family. You and May had been close from a young age. Although May claimed she sometimes saw things..... " I don't know of you should trust someone who claims to be a God sounds delusional and uptight. " You told your friend to which May just rolled her eyes. One day you found May muttering nonsense to herself in the corner of her house. " Hey hey May what's wrong? I'm here. I'm here. " You said gently helping your friend up. " Y/n??! Oh thank the God's it's you! It's really you!" May said squeezing you tightly honestly it was surprising how tightly she was hugging you. " I've got you May. I've got you." You said hugging her back but not as tight. " Y/n?" May asked. " Yeah?" You replied. " I'm pregnant." May stated.... You're mouth dropped.

You moved in with May to help her with the pregnancy and ended up using the couch as a bed since you both agreed to use the spare bedroom as a nursery for the baby although May did argue about it because you shouldn't have to sleep on the couch. You also made sure May was always comfortable and also worked a few extra hours to make sure there was enough to buy stuff for the baby. " Y/n I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me." May said. " Of course you're my best friend. " You replied. " So if it's a girl I was thinking Lily if it's a boy Lucas." May said. " How about just Luke if it's a boy?" You asked. " Luke...." May smiled softly. " I like that. " May said.

" Luke it is then." You replied. " If it's a boy. " May replied. " If it's a boy. " You repeated back.

................................................................................

" Y/n? Are you awake?" May asked shaking your shoulder. " I am now." You replied sleepily. " Good because I think........ my water just broke. " May said and you sat up alarmed. Somehow the two of you managed to make it to the hospital in one piece. " Excuse me but you'll have to step out of the room." One of the nurses told you. " No wait I want them to stay.....please. " May said. After hours May finally gave birth to Luke. You gently cradled the little baby in your arms as May slept. " Y/n?" May asked a few hours later when she woke up you handed her the sleeping Luke. " My Luke....my perfect boy." May muttered and you smiled softly. " You did amazing May." You said.

................................................................................

Well so you're plan was just to stay a month or so until May got back on her feet however what was not part of the plan was May going insane. Surprisingly Hermes tried to be a happy family with Luke and May so you moved out for like a year but would often come visit and help in anyway possible well that was until Luke turned 1, Hermes was nowhere to be found and May had now gone insane so you moved back in with May and Luke because you didn't want them to see May as an unfit mother and take Luke away from her knowing Luke was one of the only things keeping May from complete insanity. " My baby....." May muttered as you cradled Luke her arms shaking. " Would you like to hold him?" You asked and she nodded as she stopped shaking enough to hold Luke you gently put him in her outstretched arms.

You sighed softly. " I have to go to work tomorrow are you going to be alright with Luke alone for a few hours?" You asked quiet and gently. May nodded softly.

..................................................................................

A five year old with curly black hair and brown eyes came up to you with tears in his eyes. " Y/n/n my mom is doing it again. " Luke said. You sighed softly knowing what he was talking about May was muttering something about a prophecy again while some of it made sense most of it was nonsense. " Come here sweet boy. " You said opening your arms for him. " I've got you sweet boy I've got you." You said hugging him. " We'll let May rest for a bit she's had a ....... stressful day. I'll take you to the park and get ice cream. " You said that put a smile on Luke's face. Someone a little kid made the mistake of calling you pretty/cute/handsome not in a creepy kinda way but little kids tend to be overly friendly yeah Luke didn't like that so he bashed his ice cream cone into the kids face. " LUKE!" You scolded the five year old and turned to apologize for Luke's actions however Luke didn't like that either as he ended up kicking said kids parents although he was only five so it probably didn't hurt.......that much.

" I'm so sorry . He's a little boy little kids need attention......anyway again I am really sorry about his behavior. " You rambled and the kids parents are just like it's fine we understand.

..................................................................................

One day when you came home you found May sobbing in a corner of the house clutching a picture of her and Luke. " May what's wrong?" You asked gently kneeling in front of her. " Lu....Luke ran aw....aw....away. " May manged to stutter out. " Oh May....." You said hugging her.

..................................................................................

There was a knock on your door to the house as you were getting ready for bed. You no longer lived with May but lived a few houses down it had been a couple years since Luke ran away and you'd constantly go to check on May to make sure she didn't spiral any worse. The knocking noise again but this time it sounded more impatient. " Yeah Yeah I'm coming hold you're fucking horses. " You replied walking towards the door. " Who the fu...." You stared but got cut off when you saw three teens and a 7 year old at your door however one teen caught your eye. " Luke....." You muttered.

" Hi Y/n."... Honestly as mad as you were at Luke you started to bond with his friends and him again.

" Hey Annabeth want me to read a story to you?" You to Annabeth. " Bed time stories are for babies. " Annabeth replied. " It can be anything. " You replied. " Anything?" Annabeth questions. You ended up reading her a few chapters of Frankenstein honestly you don't remember buying it but you found it on your bookshelf so.....( Athena cough cough).

" Hey Y/n can I borrow your keys?" Thalia asked. " Urmmmm how old are you?" You asked. " SHE'S TWELVE!" Grover shouted from the other side of the room. " Ehhh that's old enough in my opinion. " You replied and let her drive on the back roads where almost none drives.

" So you like my little forestry area?" You asked Grover. " Yeah nature's beautiful." Grover said. " Yes it is.....sometimes I think we don't deserve nature." You replied

You placed a plate of sandwiches and cookies infront of Luke as the other three munched away at their own sandwiches and cookies. " You know you really should go visit her she's your mother after all." You said but Luke didn't reply. " Luke?" You asked. " Fine if it'll make you happy. " Luke replied.

..................................................................................

1 week later. " Y/n come with us." Luke said. " I can't Luke." You replied. Luke's expression turned into one of rage. " Why the fuck not?" Luke asked angry. " Luke calm down please..." You stared as he slammed his hands down. " You're the only parental figure I have you can't turn your back on me. I'm your son! I WON'T LET YOU!" Luke exclaimed, angry he still definitely had anger issues. Luke stormed out of the room leaving you, Thalia, Grover and Annabeth stunned slightly.

..................................................................................

You woke up in a bed however it wasn't your bed. " They look so......fragile and weak. " You heard a voice say. " Why would they bring a mere moral to camp with them?" You heard a voice question . " Huh? It has a name." You replied waking up groggy. " Oh great it's awake like we need a mortal to take care of when we already have these half blood brats. Chiron take care of it." The voice said and walked of an older looking gentleman with gray hair and brown skin who ended up being very kind to you. Chiron was honestly started to become platonic obsessed with you when he saw the way you tended to Luke, Grover , Annabeth and some of the younger children.

Chiron smiled to himself. " Maybe just maybe having a mortal here wouldn't be so bad..." Chiron thought to himself. " Why don't you stay a day or two? It's dark and wouldn't be safe for you to travel. " Chiron said. " I really should be getting back home....." You replied. " Please I insist. " Chiron said putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. Well those days turned into weeks and weeks into months until you found out the truth about the children being demigods , Chiron being a centaur and Mr.D being a God. Mr.D pretends to hate you but like Chiron he adores you. Honestly you had become a parental figure to all the halfbloods but while you tended to all the children the two cabins that took up most of your time were the Ares and Hermes cabins. Luke came back with the scar and you fussed over him like a worried parent he definitely liked the parental affection.

One time you decided to decorate Thalia's tree for Christmas Chiron nor surprisingly Mr.D had the heart to tell you no. You got some of the younger campers to help you decorate Thalia's tree as well.

" Clairsse put Chris down!" You shouted looking at the boy being held by his ankle. " But he hurt you......" Clairsse muttered that was true Chris and Luke had gotten into an argument about God's knows what you had stepped betten them and accidentally got stabbed in the arm in the process. That set all the camp off especially Luke as Luke stabbed Chris back in the arm and probably would have continued if you didn't pull Luke off Chris. The other campers watched with jealousy and rage in their eyes as you tended to Chris's injuries like a worried parent because they wanted your attention all for themselves most of the time when your reading to the younger campers the older ones will come in and listen as well. Especially Annabeth.

when Percy eventually arrives a few years later Percy shows up it gets worse because how dare this unclaimed himbo steal you and your attention away.....

#x reader #yn #gender neutral reader #percy jackson fic #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #camp half blood #clairsse la rue #annabeth chase #grover underwood #thalia grace #yandere luke castellan #yandere camp Halfblood #yandere Camp Half-Blood #platonic percy jackson x reader #yandere percy jackson

316 notes · View notes

kekaki-cupcakes · 1 year ago

Note

Hiiii! How are you hanging?

Warning: periods? Not sure if it’s a warning. If it is or it makes you uncomfortable I am so so sorry it was not my intention

Could you write for Leo Valdez being his s/o’s biggest simp and like acting as heater and heating pad especially when she’s on her period and building her lots of gadgets for basically anything he thinks she may need?

Feel free to skip this obviously!

Sorry again and have a lovely day!

Bye! (Ps I have reade your Nike one for about 20 times now and it still is so fun and amazing! ‘Cant wait for the Hypnos one!)

I'm working on so much rn so this is just a short head canon list that sort of derailed but it was so cute to write. I'm glad you liked the Nike one, and the Hypnos fic was just posted I hope you find it <3

And period talk doesn't make me uncomfortable don't worry I'm fine with writing lots of that kind of stuff I just have like, limits with smut and age gap kind of stuff [I'm also a minor]

This header just gave me like, hot water bottle cover vibes and matched the rest of it too, hope you enjoy!

Hotboy/Hotpack---Leo V x gn reader on their period

»»————-　★　————-««

-No but like he’s literally perfect for the job

-Who else is better at laying down as a weighted blanket and heating himself up to perfect temperature and then just literally fiddling with rubix cubes while you use him as a hot water bottle

-He’d be so happy to as well, like it was the best job in the world [which it is to him, he gets cuddles as well as being a good boyfriend. It’s a win win]. Even if you didn’t ask, he’d catch you microwaving a wheat pack while you take painkillers in the camp kitchen and sneak up behind you and hug you. Or maybe he’d lay across the counter dramatically,

-‘mi amor are you replacing me? Why would you do this? I love you, and now there's other guys in your life!’

-‘it’s literally a hot water bottle’

-‘No! I must win you back!...Come on let’s go make out-’

-Then he’d take the hot water bottle away and smother you in kisses [if you felt like it] and drag you back to your cabin. He’d bring your favorite snacks and steal Pipers Ipad, the one with the hello kitty stickers, and you’d watch movies to pass the time.

-He’s the type to try those different rubbing points on your stomach to help with cramps [gods his hands are so fine, but that’s besides the point] and even if they didn’t work you’d get a massage out of it <3

-So we’ve all agreed Leo is the little spoon, right?

-He’d act so tough and macho, spooning you to heat up his hands on your stomach but then you rolled over in your sleep once and woke up to him grinning his head off while you hugged him

-Of course you figured it out and now you’re the big spoon because he’s just so small and cuddly, like a teddy bear [even if he’s a bit boney] and when you get cramps it works even better. He’s like a life sized heat pack pressed against you, and he always holds you hands as well because he’s just like that :D

-He has the softest curly hair when it isn’t covered in sawdust and grease, and when he lays his head on your chest or that little spot between your neck and your shoulder you could just run your hands through it. Or maybe put little plaits in it. He’d love that. Touch is definitely his love language, once he realizes he does deserve it, as well as gifts and acts of service.

-Gifts and acts of service is a subconscious thing for him that he doesn’t even realize he does and likes until he spots the shelf next to your bed filled with all the little things he’s made. Gold or silver jewelry [he quickly figured out which one was favorite through trial and error you didn’t even notice], little metal flowers he’d welded with his fingers, which were literally made with love. There’d be things like lollies and packets of gum he’d realized you liked and promptly bought when he went out, fairy lights he’d made in the shape of hearts, candles with your favorite scents he’d made from when Hazel had a wax-y crafts phase, and more.

-If you ever gave him something in return, he’d probably cry

-But he knows you love him and he definitely knows he loves you [as well as the rest of CHB lol]

»»————-　★　————-««

#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leovaldez #Leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #Leo valdez x gender neutral reader #reader on their period #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #but no y/n dw #lol

604 notes · View notes

pjomakesyourkidsgay · 3 months ago

Text

your camera roll if book!percy was your boyfriend

#🌘 — works #camera roll fic #camera roll fanfiction #percy jackson #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x gn!reader #percy jackson x gender neutral reader #percy jackson x female reader #percy jackson x fem!reader #gn!reader #fem!reader #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv #pjo fanfic

475 notes · View notes

genz420 · 10 months ago

Text

Movie Night Headcannons 🎥 🍿

Masterlist | Rules

Content: Movie Night Headcannons

Warning: None

Pairing(s): Character x Gn!reader

Character(s): Percy, Jason, Frank, Annabeth, Piper

Percy Jackson

Pixar man

Picks a classic like Ratatouille

Or Up

Doesn’t matter how old you guys are

Pixar is the way to go

Lights off kind of guy

Sour Blue Candy kind of guy

His tongue would be dyed blue by the end of the night

Snuggles under the blankets

Would definitely tangle your legs together

Arm thrown around your shoulder

Drumming his fingers against your shoulder or arm

A bit of a talker

Asking you the odd question here and there

Jason Grace

Will pick a chick flick

Like Twilight

New moon is the best one

Big Pitch Perfect Fan

Type of person to stop the movie to try and figure out where they have seen that actor or actress

Lots of pillows and blankets

Oh your a little cold

Here's another blanket

Still cold

He is ready to share his body heat

Not much of a snacker

I get the feeling he doesn't like popcorn

Like he hates the feeling of a kernel stuck in his teeth, so he just doesn't eat any popcorn

Frank Zhang

Picks a Sci-fi movie

Could be anything rom Back to the Future to Prey or even Wall-E

Maybe like one blanket for the two of you to share

Because let's be honest

You are going to be cuddling

Chest to back

Who needs extra pillows end you have the 6’8 man that is Frank Zhang

Short hair or long hair Frank would play with it

I get the feeling that Frank runs a little warm

So be prepared

The movie would just be an excuse for the two of you to cuddle and talk

Could probably cry if you watched Wall-E

Annabeth Chase

Picks a 2000s Shakespeare inspired movie

Like 10 Things I Hate about you

Or She’s The Man

Maybe even Warm Bodies

Would prefer salty to sweet snacks

Lots of blankets

The type of person to want the lights on during the movie, though

Not much of a snuggler

You two will each have your own blanket

But being close to one another

Wouldn’t talk through the movie

You might think she would be focused on the movie, but she will keep giving you a spare glance

Both wanting to see if you like the movie and are paying attention

Also to admire you

Piper Mclean

Horror Movie

I just know Piper loves Horror movies

From the classics like Scream to the new movies like The Conjuring

But I think her favourite type of be-found footage movies

Maybe like Blair Witch to even more niche ones like Hell House LLC

Would use the excuse that she is scared to cuddle

She isn’t

She has seen the movies 100 times

She just wants to be close to you

Would mix Popcorn and Smarties or other chocolate together

Depending on the movie, she might get bored, so she would start a conversation

Loves to point out details that she knows about the movie

200 notes · View notes

lowkeyrobin · 10 months ago

Note

hello ! i was wondering if you would be able to write a fic of Percy ( PJO ) befriending a child of ares reader ( or hypnos , either is fine ! ). If you are not able to, that is alright as well! Have a great day / night !

- 🗡️

hi 🗡!! of course I could! I did child of hypnos because I thought it was cooler and shit idrk ; also gave reader some little sleep powers cause why not ; have a good day/night to you as well! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

PERCY JACKSON ; slumbering demi-god

summary ; you meet good old Percy Jackson and helped him when he couldn't sleep

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; Percy is a little ooc but I was attempting to make him a little bit older (about 14-16 but no like danger or quests to go on yk)

word count ; 710

masterlist

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, holding your shoulder after accidently walking into another camper.

"You're fine, sorry, that was my fault" He awkwardly smiles, "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry"

"What's your name? I don't think I've seen you before?" The boy asks, pushing his curly blonde hair away from his face.

"Y/n" You answer, rubbing your eyes a bit, "Sorry, really drowsy this morning"

"You say sorry a lot"

"I know, jackass"

"Gods, okay, damn"

"Oh, yeah, I know Y/n" Annabeth nods, "They're a child of Hypnos, like, the personification of sleep and slumber"

Percy nods, humming in response. "So, like, they just sleep a lot?"

"They can make people sleep slash fall into a deep slumber on command, basically. But they have to sleep a lot to keep themselves charged"

"Huh, interesting," Percy shrugs. "Like how I just drink gallons of water every day to keep myself hydrated? And somehow I don't fall ill to water poisoning?"

"Yeah, something like that, Perc"

You roll your eyes, sending the young camper to sleep on command with a wave of your fingers. "Sorry, but I'm not dealing with cranky kids in the morning"

You sigh, retrieving outside to get a breath of air before heading to bed.

"Hey, Y/n!" You hear a slightly familiar voice call.

You quickly turn your head toward the source of the sound, that kid you bumped into earlier today. He still wears the same orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, his blonde curls a mess upon his head now.

"Hi?" You reply, more like a question if anything. "I don't know your name, so-"

"Percy" He answers, "So, like, you can make people sleep on command?"

"Mhm," You hum, "What? You need some sleep?"

Percy awkwardly rubs the nape of his neck with a sideways smile. "Uh, yeah. Kinda, yeah"

You softly smile, walking down to him. "You're lucky I'm not forcing you to sleep right here, Percy. Lead the way home"

He spins on his heels, leading you toward the Poseidon cabin, which he ran and was the only resident of. He welcomes you in, apologizing for the mess of empty water bottles across the floor.

"Gods, how much water do you drink?" You ask him, picking a few up to throw them away. You were not navigating through that whole maze at a time like this.

"Uh, a lot," He answers, not really giving a definite explanation. "Sorry for this, by the way. I just haven't been able to sleep recently-"

"It's fine." You shrug, tossing the empty bottles into the bin. "What I'm here for, right?" You smile, re-tying the drawstrings on your pajama pants. "You can like, lay down, unless you're planning to sleep on the floor"

He nods, climbing into his bed. Halfway through the motion, you wave your fingers, and into slumber, he falls. His blanket is halfway draped over him, his arm hanging over the side of the bed.

"Night-night, Percy"

"Y/n!"

"Hey, Percy"

"You couldn't have at least let me get covered?"

"I'd quiet down, Percy"

"You-" He groans, "You know what I meant"

"You wanted to sleep, no?"

"I meant you probably could've waited for me to actually get in my bed before spelling me to sleep with your fantasy fairy powers," He clarifies.

You shrug, leaning against the fence outside your cabin. "You got what you wanted, Jackson"

His eyebrows quickly furrow, "I never told you my last name"

"It's almost like you're a camp hero, dude" You playfully roll your eyes. "How'd you sleep?"

Percy opened his mouth to speak but was quickly stopped, realizing that you had the advantage here and he'd already lost.

"Good" He admits.

"Just good?"

"Great, actually"

"Will you be recommending my services to other people? On a scale of one to ten, how likely is that?" You ask, mocking some trivia at the end of an online therapy session.

"Oh, definitely an eleven. I'll get you more money and clients, don't worry."

"Yeah, sure, buddy"

"Buddy?"

"I'm testing the waters to see how much I can annoy you"

Percy sighs with a laugh choking him, "I like you Y/n"

"Yeah, you're cool, Jackson"

"Okay, that's just kinda creepy."

"Okay, that's too far but not buddy?"

#lowkeyrobin #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #walker scobell x reader #walker scobell #gn! reader #pjo x gn reader #🗡 anon

423 notes · View notes

granddaughterofdemeter · 10 months ago

Note

Hey, could you make child of Hades hcs? Nico's younger sibling, please make it gn!reader

ofc <3

Child of Hades HCs

[GN!reader & Nico Di Angelo]

You were a new camper when you got claimed by Hades. Really, the clear pity on the other demigods' faces as they faced your apparent older brother, Nico, made anxiety course through your veins.'

People told you he was cold and harsh but he was nice to you. A bit of indifference came your way, but after a month where you didn't bother him is when he decided to invite you over for dinner with your father.

To be frank, it was scary sure. Hades didn't look like he was a very loving father. But compared to his brothers, Gods, he was a good one. He cared about his kids, and you were thankful for that.

Actually, the only thing you hadn't brought up to Nico was his ex-crush on Percy. He got mad when someone told you about it, and if you wanna be a good younger sibling, you got to make sure that he won't get angry about it near his very kind boyfriend, Will.

"yeah i had a crush on Percy back then, but i was young and impressionable, i already got over it"

" Neeks, you're like 13, he ain't your ex-husband that cheated on you, killed your cat, and made you vow to never love again!"

"What's your point?"

A dramatic older brother is the best kind of brother ❤️

For the bolded convo I got inspo from @tangerine-brooks

banner creator is posted on my pinned post

121 notes · View notes

atlasthegreatest · 5 months ago

Text

Strategic Minds and Wild Hearts / Annabeth Chase x Gender Neutral! Reader

Percy embarks on a quest with Annabeth and Y/and he can only watch in amusement as their different personalities crash together.

Word count: 3035

A/n: This was requested by an anon. I hope you enjoy it! The gender wasn't specific so, gender neutral it is. The godly parent is up to you, too.

The early morning sunlight filtered through the trees, casting soft shadows on the ground. Percy had just finished stuffing his backpack with supplies for the journey ahead. He glanced at Annabeth, who was busy going over the map, lips pressed into a focused line. Beside her sat Y/n, casually lounging against a rock, their eyes lazily scanning the horizon as if they were more concerned with the birds in the sky than the impending quest.

Y/n was the exact opposite of Annabeth in almost every way imaginable. Whereas Annabeth was precise and organized, Y/n thrived in spontaneity. Their tousled hair often looked like they’d just rolled out of bed—probably because they had—while Annabeth’s blond curls were meticulously tied back, ready for battle. Annabeth carried a thousand plans in her head, while Y/n often made up their plan as they went along if they even bothered with one at all. And yet, they were best friends, bound by something deeper than shared interests.

“You’re staring again,” Y/n’s voice cut through Percy’s thoughts as they playfully nudged Annabeth. “What are you trying to figure out now? How to make this map into a ship and sail it down the river?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. “I’m trying to figure out the best route to avoid getting killed, Y/n. You should try it sometime.”

Y/n yawned and stretched their arms above their head. “Nah, I leave the avoiding-death part to you. I handle the fun stuff, like making sure we don’t starve or die of boredom.”

Percy couldn’t help but smirk at the exchange. Watching them interact was like watching a fire and ice dance—different but somehow complementary. They worked in a way that shouldn’t have made sense but did, blending Annabeth’s strategic brilliance with Y/n’s laid-back adaptability.

“Alright, you two,” Percy said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “We’ve got a long way to go. Annabeth, are we good to go?”

Annabeth nodded, folding the map with care. “Yeah. I’ve got the route planned out. It’s not the safest, but it’s the quickest. We’ll cut through the forest and reach the river by nightfall.”

“Sounds perfect,” Y/n said as they stood up and gave a dramatic salute. “Lead the way, Captain Wise Girl.”

Annabeth shot them a look but didn’t argue. The three of them set off into the woods, the sounds of birds and rustling leaves filling the air. As they walked, Y/n kept up a steady stream of chatter, commenting on everything from the shape of the clouds to the weird way the trees were bent in one area. Annabeth mostly kept silent, occasionally offering a sarcastic retort when Y/n’s commentary got particularly absurd.

At one point, they reached a narrow ravine with a rope bridge spanning across it. The bridge looked old, with rotting planks and frayed ropes swaying gently in the breeze.

Annabeth eyed it warily. “This isn’t on the map. I didn’t plan for this.”

Y/n grinned and clapped Annabeth on the shoulder. “Well, that’s the beauty of life, my friend. You can’t plan for everything. Sometimes, you just have to wing it.”

Annabeth frowned, her brows knitting together in frustration. “This could be dangerous. We need to think this through.”

But before Annabeth could protest further, Y/n was already halfway across the bridge, balancing on one foot for a moment like she was walking a tightrope at the circus.

“Y/n!” Annabeth yelled, her voice tight with irritation and concern. “You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“Nah, this thing’s sturdy enough. Probably.” Y/n wobbled a bit but made it to the other side, turning to face them with a wide grin. “See? Easy peasy.”

Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I swear, one day you’re going to get yourself into real trouble, and I won’t be able to save you.”

“That’s why I keep you around, Annie,” Y/n called back with a wink.

Despite her exasperation, Annabeth shook her head with a fond smile. She turned to Percy, muttering, “She’s going to be the death of me.”

Percy chuckled. “Yeah, but you’d miss her too much.”

Annabeth’s smile softened. “Yeah… yeah, I would.”

As the day wore on, the dynamic between Annabeth and Y/n became even more apparent to Percy. Annabeth was all about tactics and careful consideration, while Y/n had an instinct for seizing the moment. When a group of monsters ambushed them in the forest, Annabeth formulated a plan in seconds, coordinating their movements and giving clear orders. But it was Y/n who noticed the weak spot in one of the creatures and went in for the surprise attack, turning the tide in their favor.

Later, as they made camp for the night, Percy found himself watching the two of them again. Annabeth was busy building a perfect fire, arranging the logs just so, while Y/n leaned back against a tree, staring up at the stars.

“You two are something,” Percy said, shaking his head with a grin.

Annabeth looked up from the fire and gave him a curious glance. “What do you mean?”

“Just… how different you are. And yet, it works. You’re like opposites, but somehow you balance each other out.”

Y/n snorted. “Yeah, that’s because Annabeth’s got enough brains for the both of us, and I’ve got enough chaos to keep her on her toes.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes again, but this time, she laughed. “Maybe. But I think I’d go crazy without you around to remind me not to take everything so seriously.”

Y/n winked. “See? That’s what best friends are for.”

And as the fire crackled in the quiet of the night, the two of them sat side by side—opposites in every way, but closer than anyone could imagine.

———————

The firelight flickered between the shadows of the forest, casting a warm glow over the campsite. Percy sat across from Annabeth and Y/n, watching their dynamic play out like a puzzle coming together in real-time. It was fascinating—no matter how different they seemed, they moved in sync in ways that defied logic.

Annabeth leaned over to her pack and started sorting through a neatly organized stack of supplies, double-checking everything for the next leg of the quest. “We should leave at first light. The closer we get to the river, the more we’ll be in monster territory. We can’t afford to lose time.”

Y/n, lying on their back and staring up at the stars, waved a hand dismissively. “Pfft, we’ll be fine. We could take an extra hour of sleep, easy. Plus, I found some wild berries earlier. They’ll give us an energy boost, and we won’t even need breakfast. Multitasking, you know?”

Annabeth shot them a look. “You can’t just wander around eating random berries, Y/n. They could be poisonous.”

Y/n grinned and raised their eyebrows mischievously. “Live a little, Annabeth. The worst thing that happens is we find out whether or not I’m immune to poison. Best case? They taste amazing.”

Annabeth let out a groan but couldn’t hide the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “You are impossible.”

Percy chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “It’s kind of like watching a comedy show,” he said. “You two could do this all day.”

Annabeth leaned back, her brow furrowed in thought. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder how we’ve stayed best friends for this long. You’d think Y/n’s recklessness would drive me crazy.”

Y/n snorted. “Oh, it does. I can see it in your eyes every time I do something fun.”

Annabeth threw them a look that was equal parts fond and exasperated. “Fun isn’t what I’d call it. I call it unnecessary risks. But…”

“But you love it,” Y/n finished, sitting up and brushing leaves off their jacket. “C’mon, admit it, Annie. You need me around. If you didn’t have me to shake things up, you’d spend all your time plotting out every second of your life. Where’s the fun in that?”

Annabeth crossed her arms, but the smile she tried to hide gave her away. “I don’t need chaos in my life. I just—”

“Balance,” Percy interrupted, causing both to look at him. “That’s what it is, right? You two balance each other out. Annabeth, you keep us alive with your planning and strategy, but Y/n makes sure we don’t lose sight of why we’re doing all of this. You can’t have one without the other.”

Y/n grinned and leaned back against their tree, arms behind their head. “See? Even Percy gets it.”

Annabeth sighed, but this time, it was a sound of acceptance rather than frustration. “Fine. I’ll admit that sometimes—emphasis on sometimes—your approach works.”

Y/n pumped a fist in the air. “Victory!”

Percy laughed, shaking his head at the pair of them. “I gotta ask though, how did you two even become friends in the first place? I mean, you’re so… different.”

Annabeth smiled softly at the question, the kind of smile that held memories deeper than words could explain. “It was at camp. I was… well, I was pretty intense back then, even more than I am now. I didn’t have a lot of friends. I spent most of my time studying battle tactics, reading ancient texts—”

“Shocker,” Y/n teased, but they nudged Annabeth’s arm affectionately. “The brainiac loner. Yeah, I remember.”

Annabeth glanced at her and nodded. “Yeah, and Y/n, well, they were different. They’d show up late to activities, always doing their own thing. But one day, we were on this Capture the Flag mission. I’d planned everything down to the last detail, but when we got ambushed, the plan fell apart. I didn’t know what to do.”

Y/n cut in, grinning. “So, obviously, I swooped in and saved the day.”

Annabeth laughed, shaking her head. “Not quite. You didn’t save the day, but you did something I couldn’t: you improvised. You took a completely insane, reckless path that somehow worked. It shouldn’t have worked, but it did. And that’s when I realized—”

“—That you needed me around,” Y/n finished for her, their grin widening. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Annabeth gave them a sideways glance. “It wasn’t just that. I realized that not everything has to go according to plan. Sometimes, the unexpected can be… helpful.”

“And that’s why I keep her around,” Y/n said, puffing out their chest in mock pride. “To remind her that life is full of surprises, and you have to roll with them.”

The fire crackled as the conversation lulled, the weight of the upcoming quest settling back in. Percy tossed a few more sticks onto the flames, watching them spark and burn.

“You know,” Annabeth said softly after a long pause, “I don’t think I could do this without you, Y/n. You drive me crazy sometimes, but you remind me that there’s more to life than just the mission.”

Y/n gave her a lopsided smile. “And you keep me from running headfirst into danger without thinking. We make a good team.”

Percy couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for both of them. They were so different, yet their friendship worked in ways that defied logic. They trusted each other completely—Annabeth’s calculating mind was balanced perfectly by Y/n’s instinctual courage. In a way, they made him think of his own friendship with Grover, though their bond had its own unique flavor.

As the night deepened and the stars twinkled above, the three of them settled into a comfortable silence. Tomorrow would bring more dangers and more challenges. But tonight, they had each other. And in the unpredictable chaos of quests and gods and monsters, that was enough.

————————

In the morning, Percy woke to find Y/n already standing at the edge of the campsite, hands on their hips, surveying the world as if they owned it.

“Annabeth’s still sleeping?” Percy asked as he walked over.

Y/n grinned. “Yeah, she actually took my advice and let herself sleep in for once. Miracles happen, Percy.”

He chuckled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You’re good for her, you know.”

Y/n’s smile softened as they gazed back at the campsite, where Annabeth lay curled up by the fire, a rare moment of peace on her face. “Yeah,” they said quietly. “And she’s good for me too.”

And as the first rays of dawn broke through the trees, they both knew that no matter what lay ahead on this quest, they had the strength of each other to get through it. Balance, chaos, and order—side by side.

Bonus chapter

The stars shone brightly above Camp Half-Blood, the quiet hum of crickets filling the summer air. The quest was over—at least for now—and the trio had returned with their usual mix of triumph and exhaustion. Tonight, however, was different. The tension and stress of the last few days had melted away, leaving behind a feeling of celebration and calm. No impending doom or monsters were lurking in the shadows, just a rare moment of peace.

Percy sat near the campfire, poking at the embers as he watched the flames dance. Annabeth sat beside him, scribbling something in her notebook, her brow furrowed in concentration. Y/n, as usual, was sprawled out on the ground, head propped on a backpack, staring up at the stars with their usual air of careless ease.

“Do they ever run out of energy?” Percy whispered to Annabeth, nodding toward Y/n, who was absentmindedly twirling a dagger in one hand.

“Never,” Annabeth replied with a soft laugh. “You should’ve seen them after we got back. I thought for sure they’d crash, but here they are. They’re like a never-ending battery.”

“Hey!” Y/n called out, not bothering to lift their gaze from the sky. “I can hear you, you know. And I resent the implication that I never relax.”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “You’re literally always moving. Even now, you’re doing something.”

Y/n grinned, flipping the dagger in the air and catching it with expert precision. “I relax in my own way. Plus, the night’s too pretty to waste sleeping.”

Percy leaned back and took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders start to fade. “ They’re not wrong. It’s kind of perfect out here.”

Annabeth finally closed her notebook and set it aside, leaning into Percy’s side as she glanced up at the stars. “Yeah, it is.”

The three of them sat in comfortable silence for a while, the fire crackling softly in the background. It felt almost surreal—having nothing urgent to plan for, nothing to fight, nothing to solve. Just three friends under the stars.

Y/n broke the silence first. “You know what this night needs?”

Percy raised an eyebrow. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“A little adventure,” they declared, springing to their feet with the kind of energy that only Y/n could summon after a grueling quest. “We’ve got the whole camp to ourselves. No monsters, no quests. Just a little fun. We can sneak into the Hermes cabin and prank the pranksters. They’ll never see it coming.”

Annabeth groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Y/n, can we go one night without causing chaos?”

Y/n feigned a look of shock. “Me? Chaos? I’m offended. Besides, this isn’t chaos—it’s payback. Remember that time they put spiders in your bed?”

Annabeth shuddered, and Percy gave a sympathetic chuckle. “That was kind of messed up.”

Y/n nodded, crossing their arms in triumph. “Exactly. This is justice, not chaos.”

Annabeth shot Y/n a long-suffering look but eventually stood up, brushing off her jeans. “Alright, fine. But we do this my way.”

Y/n grinned, bouncing on her heels. “Oh, this is going to be epic.”

They set off into the night, a mixture of excitement and mischief in the air. Annabeth, of course, took charge, laying out a detailed plan of how they would sneak into the Hermes cabin, avoid detection, and plant a harmless but hilarious prank—switching the labels on all the drawers and closets in the cabin, so no one would be able to find anything for days. Percy and Y/n followed her lead, though Y/n added her own creative twists, suggesting they also sneak in a few fake snakes for added confusion.

The operation went off without a hitch. Annabeth’s precise planning and Y/n’s flair for the dramatic worked together flawlessly. Within the hour, they had successfully rearranged the entire cabin without waking a single camper.

As they snuck back to their campfire, stifling laughter and high-fiving, Percy couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at how seamlessly the three of them worked together.

Back at the fire, Y/n stretched out on the ground again, grinning like a kid who’d just pulled off the best trick of their life. “You have to admit, that was worth it.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes but smiled. “I’ll admit it was pretty funny. But if they find out we did it, I’m blaming you.”

Y/n laughed. “Deal. I’m bulletproof, remember?”

Percy chuckled, sitting back down beside the fire. “That was definitely a night to remember.”

Y/n looked up at the stars, her expression softening in a rare moment of reflection. “You know, nights like this are the best part of being a demigod. It’s not just the quests or the fighting—it’s this. The moments where we get to be… us. No monsters, no gods breathing down our necks. Just… friends.”

Annabeth’s smile softened as she looked at Y/n. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said something that didn’t involve a prank or breaking rules.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Y/n quipped, but the sincerity in her voice remained.

Percy nodded, feeling the warmth of the fire and the deeper warmth of friendship settling in his chest. “You’re right, though. It’s nights like this that make it all worth it.”

As the fire crackled and the stars continued to shine, the three of them sat together, not as heroes or demigods on a quest, but as friends who had been through it all and come out stronger. The night was theirs, a moment of peace amid the chaos of their lives. And for now, that was all they needed.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #gender neutral reader #annabeth chase x reader

78 notes · View notes