#apollo x reader pjo

[lovebugn]

THE SUN AND THE SEA! apollo

pairing: apollo x daughter of poseidon! reader

“ you helped apollo during his trials, but now that he’s no longer lester and is a god once more, does he still love you? ”

a/n: eek thank u mootie for my first request :3

you awake with a low groan, sunlight streaming in through the window of cabin three and awaking its only inhabitant: you — with percy away at college, you’re lucky enough to have the place to yourself. sitting up and rubbing the lingering remnants of sleep from your eyes, you take a moment to breathe in the salty taste of the morning air before facing the day ahead.

ever since apollo has returned to his rightful place as an olympian god, you’ve seen a lot less of him. naturally, he’s been busy but you like to think he’d at least try and make some time for you after everything you’ve been through together. although, perhaps it’s just your fault for getting your hopes up.

leaving cabin three, fully dressed in typical demigod fashion (AKA wearing the bright orange camp half-blood shirt) you make your way over to the strawberry field. with the dining pavilion still in reconstruction, you decide to pick your own breakfast.

walking along one of the many dirt paths of neatly trimmed strawberry bushes, you kneel down in front of a particularly plentiful shrub and begin to take your pick. happily minding your business, humming a quiet tune under your breath as you will away the emptiness that seems to have made a home in your heart, a sudden presence beside you gives you pause.

“hello, my love. it’s been much too long since we saw each other last, hasn’t it?”

head snapping to the side so quick you almost give yourself whiplash, you’re surprised to see apollo standing there in all his golden glory.

he wears a simple t-shirt and jeans, with his — now much longer — blonde hair tied up into a low ponytail. you’re almost (definitely) jealous how flawlessly he can pull off even the plainest of outfits. how does he even have better hair than you?

suddenly feeling awkward, you clear your throat and stand from where you knelt on the dirt floor. “it’s only been a month.” you respond shortly, a solemn air about you.

sensing your bordering-on sad demeanor, apollo furrows his perfect eyebrows. “my dear? is something the matter?”

sighing, you look up at apollo through long eyelashes with teary eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as a lump builds in your throat. you hate getting emotional like this, especially over something so small — something just an irrelevant concern.

“do you… do you still love me?” you ask with a sniffle, choking back tears. “after all, you’re a god again. you deserve better than me. i’m just a mortal, you know that.”

apollo’s eyes widen at your self-deprecating words, sky blue orbs flashing dangerously bright. in that moment, his expression speaks of loss and heartbreak. he looks almost angry, although not at you. never at you. no, he looks angry with himself.

“[name], my love…” he whispers, your name a prayer on his tongue. stepping forward, he takes your hands in his, cradling them close to his chest. “i love you. you and you alone. i do not care for any other, not when i have you — you who has stolen my heart.”

you feel your eyes growing wetter at his words, but apollo isn’t done.

“do not doubt yourself, and especially do not doubt my love for you,” he continues, letting go of one of your hands only to wipe away your tears with his thumb. “i love you, [name].”

sniffling, you leap forward to embrace apollo in a tight hug. you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as if scared he might disappear if you let go.

“i love you too, apollo,” you whisper through your tears, feeling as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. “thank you.”

with that, apollo promises to love and be with you as long as you live, no matter what trials you might face next. he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and smiles into your hair, whispering sweet nothings as you spend the next few hours picking strawberries together beneath the gentle warmth of the sun.

[xoxochb]

pretend I said something cool here

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“get your dirty hands off me.”

diligently, you slide your husband’s arms off from around your waist, careful not to get it dirty— though even if it already was dirty, you wouldn’t want it anymore than it already was.

“why do you hate me?”

you recieve that question at least twice a day— though consistently reminding apollo that you don’t hate him, but you hate when he does idiotic things.

“I’m not answering that. hand me that knife.” you point to a larger kitchen knife, extending your fingers in a grabbing motion.

obediently, your husband does not fight you, swiftly grabbing the knife and placing the handle between your palms.

“thank you.”

with this, you begin to cut your long roll of what is going to be cinnamon rolls into smaller bits. apollo hovers behind you and watches attentively. but soon enough, as expected, his chin drops back down to your shoulder.

“how about I do this part for you, yes?” slowly, his hand slides over yours and slips the knife from your hand. you turn around and glare at him. he quickly hands it back to you. “or you can do it on your own…”

you finish slicing the last few portions, putting down the knife and taking the small rolls and placing them onto the pan. apollo is quick to follow your actions and take the remainder to place himself.

when they are all strategically spaced out he pecks your cheek happily, hands grabbing your hips again which makes you pull away quickly.

“what did I say about the hands? wash them, go.” you beckon him over to the sink where he runs and does as you ask, rushing back to you and taking you by the hips again, kissing your lips this time.

you taste like cinnamon, assumably from taste-testing your cinnamon rolls. this has him kiss you twice more before parting.

he sees your unamused look and takes the pan into his hands. “I’ll put this in the oven for you.”

you nod and brush off your dress before washing your own hands. apollo comes up behind you yet again and tightly wraps you in his arms. you manage to turn around and face him.

mischievously, you slide your own arms over his shoulders, using the back of his shirt to wipe your dripping hands, and connecting your lips with his before you hear any protest to your actions.

lucky for you and your mother’s lovely inherited powers, he’s oblivious to your scheme.

[groversimp]

Somewhere In the Sun

a moment with your lover (apollo) except he’s the sun

no warnings aside from reader being a little mean fr - IT’S RATED MATURE FOR NO REASON 😞 THIS IS SFW FLUFF!!!

You lay on your porch, glass of lemonade melted and long-forgotten, back against the wood. You huff, glaring up at the sun.

Your boyfriend, Apollo, had left you for the morning to enact his godly duties of raising the sun. The sun— or Apollo, depending on how you think about it— seems to stand right above you, almost mocking. You scoff at him.

���You’re taking too long.” You say pointedly, eyes narrowing. In response, the sun shines directly into your eyes. Groaning, you roll over onto your stomach.

“You are awful,” the words slip playfully from your tongue. Apollo knows you don’t mean them, he knows you in the depths of your heart and in the crooks of your soul. He knows you as if he crafted you with his own hands, sparking a light within you and placing you into the world.

The sunlight beams down on your back as you lay down, and you sigh as you bury your face into your crossed arms.

Like a lovers touch, the beams kiss the back of your neck. You can almost feel a ghost of Apollo’s presence, hear this laugh, his voice rumbling as he rests next to you.

You’re sure he’s off in the sky, yelling jokes at his sister as she rolls her eyes— shooting arrows and fooling around.

But still, you will wait for him and laugh along when he’s with you, and pine for him when he’s away. And he knows it too. It’s evident by how the sun graces you, licking your features and whispering sweet nothings to you.

As you doze off in the light Apollo brings, you stand on the brink of consciousness. Unfortunately for you, you are suddenly (and rudely) awaken by a light kick to your bicep.

You glare up at the intruder, giving a half-hearted eye roll as Apollo’s handsome smile meets your gaze. “Took you long enough,” you say quietly, burying your face back into your arms.

He barks a laugh, and you have to bite back a grin as you feel him kneel beside you. His hand rakes over the pattern of your spine, gently. “I missed you too,” he hums, sweetly.

[pumpkinbxtch]

— sorry i curved you (i'm not)∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

how HoO boys reject a person who tries to flirt with them ft. apollo

who's here: leo valdez, percy jackson, frank zhang, jason grace & apollo / lester

warnings: well, it implies that the reader is female and language.

a/n: heyooo, its friday of headcanons yummy.

— leo valdez:

— leavin' my hot girlfriend for you?, hell nah.

He's speechless. yeah he is a flirtatious boy, yes, but when he is so in love with you, committed to you, literally nothing else exists. The moment another person tells him or hints at him, he will tell them a joke and is probably the one who takes a sip of a non-existent drink and then leaves laughing (like, out of pity).

— frank zhang:

— uhm, i'm taken, like... seriously taken.

Frank is sweet, we all know that, but when they make that kind of mistake, they're dead to him. At that moment he leaves without tell more, talking with themselves. Frank will probably be embarrassed but for him you are the only one and he thinks he is yours so bye.

— percy jackson:

— wha- what do you mean? brooooo, buu. shoo-shoo, or whatever. I'M MARRIEEEEED.

This man is literally loyalty walking. He would never let someone else in if they tried to flirt with him. For that he would have to realize that they are doing it and surely Percy is too distracted for that.

— jason grace:

— i have wife.

No more comments. That man already imagined you a entire life so If another person pounces on him, he is one of those who steps aside and lets the other person fall flat. Unapologetically, like: "You brought it on yourself for thinking that I'm going to move on from the love of my life"

— apollo / lester

— You would look better under a mountain than actin' shitty. I make a few calls and you could be.

Being Lester, he'll probably step back all blushing and walk away. He feels sorry for someone noticing him but in the end he knows that the only person who matters to him is you.

Being Apollo, he will surely do the same but without looking so pathetic. He leaves and laughs in denial like "ah ah, my lady is mine and I'm hers. I already swore it." Also, if they try again he will use them like his horses' shoes.

[bvrnesher]

I’m begging you for pjo/hoo boys revealing pic part 2. Like it’s genuinely a need🙏🙏

❝ revealing pics ! ❞ ― pjo / hoo boys !

Summary: Accidentally sending nudes to the pjo/hoo boys + lester ! stablished relationship, just they’re reactions

— ✦ special 500 followers and almost 70 days on tumblr !

part ii. — Frank Zhang ! Luke Castellan ! Nico di Angelo + Lester (cause I love him)

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Frank Zhang !

Luke Castellan !

Nico di Angelo !

Lester Papadopoulos !

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part i. –Percy Jackson! Jason Grace! Leo Valdez !

[mehwmidklpe]

thinking about 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋 who looked at Aphrodite when she gave him and Travis that poisoned shirt for Phoebe and saw you because even though he keeps himself busy with pranks, he's still terribly in love with you, and only actually realizes that when the most gorgeous being looks like you.

and suddenly everything makes sense to him. because to him you are the most beautiful being.

Travis also tries to snap Connor out of his trance cause he's been staring at Aphrodite for a long time while just letting a few stutter sounds out while he should be taking the shirt from her.

from then on Connor doesn't try to prank you and isn't silly with you. instead he blushes when you interract and tries to hide when you're near.

[that-pjo-obsessed-b1tch]

Baby Artemis: Hey dad?

Zeus: Yes, child?

Artemis: How long can can someone breathe in a washing machine while it's running?

Zeus, chuckling: Now, why would you want to know that, Artemis?

Artemis:

Zeus:

Zeus: WHERES APOLLO-

(credits go to the real owner)

[triptuckers]

dawn - percy jackson

Request: nope Pairing:  percy jackson x child of apollo!reader Summary:  percy wakes early because of a nightmare and you're not next to him Warnings:  swearing, mentions of nightmares, percy being scared :( Word count:  900 A/N: SHIFTING INTO PERCY JACKSON MODE AGAIN !!! I cannot wait for the show !!! also this is based on a head canon I saw once and now it's my favorite, enjoy!

percy hears you scream again. he needs to find you now.

he's been running for too long now, you've been screaming for too long. he could tell from your screams you had gone from scared to absolutely terrified.

and he knows you've been through as much as he has. it took a lot to make you scared. and something has made you terrified.

percy runs around the corner, gripping his sword tight. up ahead he can see a shadow. that must be you.

he takes off running again but as he gets closer to the shadow, it's not you. it's someone - or something - that is holding two very long, very sharp swords.

percy turns around and bolts through a door. you scream again. and again. he can't get to you. gods, he's going to lose you.

with a start, percy's eyes fly open.

he's breathing heavily and his hands are gripping the bedsheets. percy's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to calm himself. he reaches out to you, but you're not next to him.

what if it wasn't a nightmare? fuck.

he pushes himself up with one elbow and notices the door to his cabin is slightly open. he can see you sitting just outside.

percy closes his eyes and lets himself fall back onto his pillow. he frowns when they're damp. great, he was sweating. that means it was a really bad one.

'shit.' he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. there's no way he's getting any sleep now. at least not with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

he can tell it's very early in the morning. the sun is starting to rise, but it's still pretty dark outside. percy looks over to you again and notices a mug in your hands, steam rising from it.

after the nightmare he had, he just needs you close. so he gets up and puts on a sweater and boots before joining you outside.

you look up when you hear footsteps on the wooden floor.

'hi. did I wake you?' you say, reaching for percy and pulling him down to squeeze into the chair next to you, careful not to spill your drink.

'no.' his answer is short.

'nightmare?' you ask, noticing the collar of his shirt that sticks to his sweaty neck.

'yeah.' he moves to get closer to you, needing to be near you.

'want to talk about it?' you say, lazily running your fingers through his hair near the back of his neck.

percy sighs softly. 'lately it's the same one.' he says. 'you're somewhere, I don't know where, I can't see you. but I can hear you. you're screaming for help, for me to come get you out of wherever you are. but there's this big guy chasing me and I can never get to you in time.'

he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to drown the image out.

'it's okay.' you say. 'I'm here now.'

'I know you are. you think I can ask any of the gods if they can stop the nightmares?'

you chuckle softly. 'it's worth a shot.'

'hey, wait. why weren't you next to me when I woke up?' he says, remembering the moment the nightmare shook him awake.

he turns slightly so he can look you in the eye, brows slightly furrowed. 'do you still have nightmares?'

'sometimes.'

'but they didn't wake you tonight?'

'no.'

'wait, so you willingly got up at the ass crack of dawn?'

you smile. 'also no.'

'you're usually up early, though. even on quests when you're exhausted but we need to go on, you're always the first one awake. perks of being apollo's kid?'

this time you laugh softly. 'no, more like downside of being his kid.'

percy frowns again. 'what are you talking about?"

'well, everyone wakes at dawn. look, will's awake as well.' you say, pointing to your cabin in the distance. 'michael is just coming back from getting his coffee. I saw lee as well.'

percy still looks confused. you're tempted to give him some weird reason and have him figure out I fit's real or not. but he might not even believe the truth.

'you know how apollo uses his chariot to ride across the sky to give us the sunrise, right?' you say.

'yeah, you told me about that.' says percy.

'well, when he does that he blasts heavy metal at a frequency only apollo kids can hear. so we can see him in the sky in all his glory.'

'seriously?'

'his words, not mine.'

percy laughs. 'that does sound like apollo, yes.'

'it's nice, tough. waking up before everyone else does. especially the younger kids.'

'hey, next time, wake me up okay?'

'I prefer to let you sleep. that's why I always get up quietly.'

'I know, and I appreciate it. but this is nice, just us.'

'us and all of my cabin.'

'well, yeah, but you're the only apollo kid sleeping in my cabin.' says percy, nudging your shoulder an smiling.

'and it better stay that way.' you say, smiling as well. 'I call dips on the shower.'

you lean in to kiss his cheek and get up, letting percy enjoy the rest of the sunrise on his own.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[blondejellykitty]

₊♡ ˚⊹ all i could wish for ₊♡ ˚⊹

୨୧ apollo x female reader ୨୧ apollo cannot undo your curse but unknowingly he can make it vanish from your mind. a/n: (1.8k words, requested by @anausr78) reader is female, nothing else described. can be read as either ancient or modern times. sorry this took so long!

Life on Olympus was nothing short of breathtaking. The gorgeous architecture of every building and temple. Gardens and fountains beautifully tended to and bursting with colors. Magical Nymphs and Satyrs walked the paths. Not to mention the true inhabitants of Olympus. The Olympians, the gods and goddesses that roamed the place with a blinding perfection.

Sometimes it felt too much to be in such a presence. Your gracious lover made sure to remind you that you were one of them now. That you belonged here, with him. You still remember the warmth of the contents of the golden chalice that Apollo guided you to drink from. It was a taste unlike anything you’d ever had before. It tasted like a warm memory that you couldn't recall. From that day on, just like the liquid in that chalice had been, your blood had turned to a shimmering gold.

It had been a few years since that day, you’d gotten less lost in the maze-like paradise you found yourself living in. It took you a while but you broke out of your shy spell. You’d befriended a few nymphs and even some of Apollo's family, which was a daunting task but well rewarded. The years had flown by in an unusually fast manner. Your lover, Apollo assured you it was normal for mortals to get used to becoming immortal and having to shift their views on time. He’d even shared a few stories of how difficult Dionysus had taken it, which soothed your worried heart.

Today you found yourself in a familiar pattern as the day before, waiting in your shared temple, waiting for Apollo to return. You’d been in the middle of watching the stars together when he’d raced off. You knew him better than you knew yourself, and knew something was wrong. In his hurried state he managed to tell you something about a prayer, and needed to go urgently. It had been two days since then and he hadn’t returned. 

Your mind raced with fears of what could have happened. You would never be so foolish as to underestimate him but you couldn't help but worry for his well being. Perhaps it was the mortal reminisce in you. You lost yourself in thought when a flash of light from the main room caught your attention. Rushing out to the other room you saw him standing there, he looked miserable. 

“Love? What has happened?” You whispered as you inched closer to him. Your hands reached out to where his hands were fallen by his sides, you squeezed them gently and he held them tightly as if they were his lifeline. How utterly mortal of him, which worried you more.

“There was an attack on a village where-” He sighed heavily before continuing “-where one of my lovers lived” He finished and his fluttered shut for a moment. 

You felt a sharp stab in your chest, and forced yourself to keep breathing steadily. You slightly tugged your hands away from his, but they held too tight to let you go. 

“Oh…” Was all you managed while looking up at him. You glanced at your joined hands. “I’m sorry” Your voice was quiet but it was steady.

He opened his gorgeous blue eyes. The white of his eyes were stained red from shed tears, yet none fell down his cheeks.

“I do not cry for her. I mourn for my son, who has lost his mother” His usually melodic voice sounds scratchy and sore like he’d been yelling for weeks without end.

You selfishly wondered if he would ever mourn you, if he would cry for you. You weren’t born immortal, his father Zeus could take his gift away if he wanted, or another immortal could strike you down. You briefly wondered if he would notice at all, or if he would bring another lover to his father and gain another lover, another pretty thing to warm his bed. You shoved the thought aside. How could you think so lowly of him? He was many things, but the god of truth was one of them. If he said he loved you, then he truly loved you… But how many has he said that to and meant it? 

“Is- is he?” You couldn’t bring yourself to continue. The thought of Apollo losing a woman he loved was hard enough but if he’d lost a son too.

“My son lives. But he is without a mortal family. He is too young to be left down there alone” He looked straight into your eyes. His blue eyes searched your own eyes, looking for something in them. 

“His powers are strong, the mortals fear him for his accidental outbursts of power. I cannot leave him in their care.” He explained delicately. Your eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“What will you do?” You questioned softly and his eyes searched yours once more. He opened his mouth slightly before stopping. Finally he opened his mouth again and answered.

“I’d like to bring him here?” He spoke with an unconfident you’d never seen in him before. Even when you’d seen him plead to his father to give you immortality you never saw this leave of apprehension in his eyes.

“Here?” You muttered numbly, too lost in your thoughts. Apollo nodded slowly with his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yes” He whispered. 

“Okay” You agreed. His eyes darted around your face looking for any falsehood in your statement.

“You’re sure?” He spoke unsurely.

“It’s your house Apollo” You smiled slightly with a slight shrug.

“It’s our house my love” He corrected with a pleading look.

“He’s your son” You countered. 

“He-” He paused and you both stood in a still silence.

“What’s his name?” You mumbled out, breaking the deafening quiet.

“Darius” He uttered. You repeated the name out loud and nodded to yourself. 

“I will get him now then” He let go of your hands and disappeared in a golden flash.

Your hand fell to your side. Darius, you repeated in your head. A son, Apollo’s son, living with you both, living with you. 

After the atrocities your parents had inflicted on the Queen of Olympus’ name you as a young child were cursed by Hera. Not that your parents ever reflected on their actions. Your Uncle had taken you away from them and raised you as his own. But the curse hang over your head as you grew up. No one but you and your husband would ever know about the curse. But then you’d met Apollo. He’d swept you off your feet and showed you a love you’d never had before. You told him of your curse, your inability to have children. A curse only the goddess of motherhood could make. He’d comforted you and never once pushed you aside like you’d thought he had. You both keep up your courting and eventually he was able to convince his father to grant you immortality. It caused a slight ruckus with Hera but Apollo hardly thought it mattered. 

But now there will be a child in your home. His child. Living proof of something you’d never be able to give to him. That’s when it all clicked into place. When you’d agreed to spending the rest of eternity with him he’d mention his long past of lovers and of half mortal children running around the world. Part of you hurt at the thought of him smiling at others as he did you, of him loving someone else while loving you. But part of you knew that it was different for immortals, for gods. Time isn't something they have to live by. Singularity isn’t something they are forced to do. It was very different from a mortal's life. So you agreed with him, he was allowed lovers and children, just as he had before you. But your only request was that by nighttime, by the end of the day. He would always return to you. If not physically then always emotionally. He would come back to you. Apollo responded with a soft kiss and a ‘you’ve never asked me for something i cannot give, thank you’ 

But now, it clicked. Apollo will always have lovers, but he will always also have children. Something you cannot have. Apollo had unknowingly given the best gift you could have ever asked for. His child.

A flash of light once again pulled you from your thoughts and there stood Apollo with a small golden haired boy in his arms. The boy, Darius, had his small arms wrapped around his fathers neck and his face buried into his shoulder.

You walked closer to the pair, unaware of the caution inside Apollo's eyes. He knew you weren’t anything like Hera, if anything you were the opposite but that didn’t stop fear wriggling its way into his heart. You gently placed a hand on Darius’ back. He flinched in shock at the touch and hesitantly lifted his head to peer behind him to get a glance at you. Your eyes locked with his blue ones, they had a hint of green swimming in them like water paint merging together. His eyes held an obvious nervousness but also held hope, a childlike innocence. 

“Hi there Darius” You whispered to him and smiled sincerely. He responded with a shy smile of his own. 

“Hi” He whispered so softly you just barely caught it. 

Apollo carefully placed his son down, Darius barely reached his hip in height but he stood tall nonetheless. You whispered your name to him. A small rumble from the boy caught your attention. You glance at Apollo with a brief side eye and lean down, closer to the boy, as if sharing a secret.

“I know where your father hides his sweet treats” A playful smirk appeared on your face. The boy looked up blankly at his father and then looked back towards you, with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

You outstretched your hand and he placed his smaller hand in yours. You smiled down at him and began guiding him towards the kitchens. Apollo stayed planted where he stood. As soon as you both were out of his view a wide smile overtook his face. His heart didn't flutter, it didn't stutter or feel like it was bursting from his chest. It felt constant, it felt cold, icy while getting warmed, being melted into something else. 

He knew he loved you. You weren’t the only mortal he’d wanted his father to turn immortal. His father always refused, for one reason or another. But this time he’d agreed. Apollo couldn't help but think his father saw something in you that even he hadn't. You were something else entirely. And he wanted nothing more than to show that off. He wanted nothing more than to marry you for all to see. To be your husband for as long as you'd have him. Which you made pretty clear was forever. 

Forever. Apollo hardly thought that was long enough to love you. He’d love you forever, and more.

[pjomakesyourkidsgay]

. . . percy jackson

˖°𓇼 bf!percy who asks his mom for help on what to do for valentines day. bf!percy takes you to the beach even though he takes you regardless. bf!percy who takes you to montauk specifically, renting out the little cabin he and his mother used to go to. bf!percy who immediately drags you to the sea, half-pushing you into the waves in his excitement. bf!percy who controls the sea so that the waves are fun but not too big or scary for you. bf!percy who teaches you how to surf because he can control the intensity of the waves. bf!percy who hires a boat to take you to the nearby island. bf!percy who guides you to the deep-ish part to go "scuba diving", which is really just watching fish (the fish ask about you). bf!percy who asks for a favor from his dolphin friends and takes you dolphin-riding during the sunset. bf!percy who runs around in the sand and tumbles in the surf with you, laughing as you squeal at the water licking your feet. bf!percy who kisses you any chance he gets, your lips a little chapped because of the salt. bf!percy who sits with you at night, listening to the song of the sea with the stars shining above. bf!percy who brings you into the cabin, telling you stories that his mom told him when he was a kid and, in turn, listen to your own. bf!percy whose hand crawls over to yours like a hopeful crab, taking it in his grasp and caressing it softly.

"stay away from me!" you squeal, feet slapping against the wet, firm sand beneath your feet, leaving little indentations that are soon defaced by a bigger pair of footprints.

the sea water clinging to your skin is turned cool by the seaside air, making you shiver. you take deep breaths as you run across, the tinge of salt reaching your lungs as you try to get away from the boy with a hermit crab reached out in your direction.

in moana fashion the water assumes the shape of a hand, wrapping around your ankle and pulling you down. the waves cushion your fall, leaving you crawling around in the sand as percy, cackling, squats down beside you with the creature in his palm.

"arnold wants to say hi," he says, smugly. your eyes narrow in faux annoyance, but you can't help the affection swelling in you at this stupid, crooked smile and the wind tousling his hair.

"i don't want to say hi to arnold."

"aw, he's hurt!"

"he pinched my toe!"

"you stepped on him!" he snorts, thrusting his hand into your face where the blue-shelled hermit crab was, and you could feel the creature's distastful look at you.

"percy," you whine. "set me free!"

he shrugs. "well, alright, then." he sets down the crustacean to run off and relinquishes his hold on your ankle. his green eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you push yourself up, only to widen in surprise when you run in his direction and body slam him down onto the sand.

percy's hands instinctively place themselves on your waist as the breath is knocked out of his lungs. unstopppable laughs are ripped out from him as you assault his torso with sandy punches, a huge smile on your own face as he attempts to salvage his face.

"my hair!" he complains, the black waves literred with grains of sand.

"your hair?" you demand, incredulous. "my hair!" well, sure enough, the salt in the air and water had turned it dry and crunchy.

he catches your wrists. "i like your hair." percy pulls you in, getting up, and kisses you softly.

you pull away, face scrunched up. "you're salty."

"i'm salty? you're salty!"

dividers by: @strangergraphics and @ianrkives

[starrydali]

I wanna be apollo's controversially young girlfriend

[ccupcakqs]

— the light in the lake ౨ৎ✧˚

warnings: minor injury mention, smitten percy pairing: percy jackson x daughter of apollo a/n: for all my apollo girlies :)

you weren’t expecting him.

it had been a quiet afternoon — the kind where sunlight drifted lazily through golden curtains, catching in the dust motes like glitter suspended in honey. most of your siblings were outside, training or writing awful poems for offerings. you’d taken the rare stillness as an invitation to read, curled in a beam of sunlight with a book balanced on your knees.

then the cabin door swung open.

and there he was.

percy jackson. limping. bleeding. looking like he’d walked straight out of a war movie and directly into your life.

“hey, sunshine,” he said, like he wasn’t currently dripping blood on the hardwood floor.

you sat bolt upright, heart skipping. “percy?”

he gave a lopsided, sheepish smile and lifted his hand from his side just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the red. “you got room for one more hopeless case?”

“you’re bleeding,” you said, already setting the book aside, your fingers tingling as your healing instinct surged to the surface.

“only a little.” he wobbled on his feet. “not fatal. probably.”

you crossed the room in three steps and guided him, none too gently, to sit on the nearest bunk. “you are so dramatic.”

“some girls like that in a guy,” he said, wincing as he lowered himself. “you know—mysterious, brooding, covered in blood.”

“if that’s your idea of flirting, you need a full reboot,” you muttered.

your hands were already glowing faintly. warmth built beneath your skin as you peeled back the ripped hem of his shirt. the cut was deep, diagonal across his side, angry and red. a monster had definitely tried to take a piece of him.

“what happened?” you asked, focusing on the wound even as your eyes flicked to his face.

“training gone wrong. very wrong. or maybe I offended a hydra’s mother,” he joked, biting back a hiss as you gently touched the skin around the injury.

“hydras don’t have mothers,” you murmured absently, placing your hand over the worst part of the gash. “they just appear.”

“well, i found the one exception.”

a soft glow bloomed between your palm and his skin. his breath hitched.

your magic wasn’t flashy like some of your siblings. it was subtle—warm and steady, like the sun breaking through clouds. it crept along the edges of the wound, encouraging his body to knit itself back together. slow. soothing. patient.

he was quiet now. watching you.

you could feel his gaze more than see it—an almost physical thing. like sunlight on the back of your neck. you tried not to look up.

tried not to notice the way he softened in your presence.

“you always do that,” he said finally, voice low.

“do what?”

“shine like that.”

you blinked, caught off guard. “i’m healing you.”

“not just the magic,” he said. “you just... glow. all the time.”

your hands stilled for a moment. heat crept up your neck.

“that’s a side effect of being apollo’s kid,” you said lightly, trying to brush it off. “we’re all cursed with photogenic lighting.”

but he didn’t look away. “no, it’s not that. it’s you. you shine like... i don’t know. sunlight on water.”

you swallowed. your heart did a small, dumb flutter.

“you have a concussion,” you said, carefully avoiding his eyes. “you’re talking nonsense.”

he laughed softly. it was a good sound. it made your stomach twist a little.

“maybe. or maybe i’ve just been meaning to say that for a while.”

your fingers lingered at the edge of the wound, which was mostly healed now. the skin had stitched itself clean beneath your touch, smooth and unbroken.

you let your hand rest there just a beat longer than necessary.

when you finally pulled back, you sat down beside him on the bed. neither of you said anything right away. the light through the window had shifted, turning the cabin gold. it caught in his hair, glinting off the edges of his eyelashes.

he looked at you, quieter now. softer.

“i hate that you keep seeing me like this,” he said. “bleeding. wrecked. broken.”

you turned your body toward him, knees touching.

“i don’t,” you said simply. “i’d rather see you like this. real, than not at all.”

his breath caught.

then, after a pause, he said, “do you say things like that to everyone?”

you smiled, small and sure. “no. just the ones i’d stay up all night to heal.”

percy didn’t say anything. he just reached up, fingertips brushing your cheek so softly it felt like a dream.

“you’re dangerous,” he murmured.

“i heal people,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

“exactly.”

his thumb traced the corner of your jaw. your breath caught. time folded in on itself, like the whole world had narrowed to this one moment, this one room, this one boy looking at you like you were sunlight incarnate.

then, like a spell breaking, he leaned back slightly and let his hand fall to his lap.

“can i rest here?” he asked. “just for a while?”

you nodded, heart thudding. “yeah. of course.”

he stretched out on the bunk, sighing as he sank into the pillows. you covered him with the blanket, tucking it under his arms with a tenderness you didn’t try to hide.

just as you turned to walk away, his voice drifted after you, low and sleepy.

“you really are the light in the lake.”

you paused, smile blooming slow.

“you say the weirdest things when you’re tired.”

“not tired,” he mumbled, eyes closing. “just in love.”

you didn’t let yourself answer. didn’t let yourself fall into that feeling.

but gods, it would be so easy.

and maybe, just maybe, you were already halfway there.

© ccupcakqs. all work written by me. DO NOT PLAGIARISE!

[xoxochb]

“my daughter is completely fine!”

ma’am your daughter has to read fanfics about fictional characters just to maintain a healthy mental state

[radiata-red]

victoria's secret... then yours and his

WHO? : percy jackson WHAT? : fluff HEED! : suggestive language, smutty implications

"Oh, this one's cute," you muttered, running your fingers along the silky material. "It feels good, too."

Stretched between your hands was a fancy pair of black panties with a lacy hem—you'd been searching for another few nice pieces for a while, though nothing yet had quite caught your eye here. You looked up at the pricing signage to your right and frowned before putting it back quickly.

From your birthday last week, you'd got a hefty amount of money, so you figured you'd treat yourself to a nice mall trip. Yet, still, you needed to tread careful, considering you had already exercised the limitations your wallet. This was probably the last store before you and Percy went home.

He tilted his head slightly at your sudden rejection, then glanced halfheartedly at the placard without actually reading it. His hands, hauling your ridiculous amount of bags, shuffled together while he spoke up behind you.

"Hey, don't let the price stop you, princess," Percy reminded gently. He took a proper look at the price and grimaced because shit it was really overpriced but he'd already spoken up and he was a good boyfriend. He continued, now with a little less resolve, "You know I'm always here to treat you.. or, um, y'know.. I'm sure there's a cuter one that costs a little less..."

A soft snort left you. "They call you Mr. Subtlety in school, don't they?" you huffed, grinning, heading toward another section.

He smiled proudly. "Mr. Eloquence, actually, and I did slam po—... hey, look at that."

You looked at Percy first, wondering what had been so important to interrupt his thought entirely, to which you found his aquamarine eyes completely entranced. Then, your own gaze followed his, toward the object of his focus.

On a mannequin to your right laid a sheer chiffon babydoll set. Delicate ruffles purled on the hem of the panties and down the sides of a poofy midriff. Embroidered lace patterns drew soft swirls on the bust. White bows adorned themselves on the sides of the hip and between the bra.

And it was a soft, powder blue. Of course.

It was very pretty. Its graceful tailoring already had you envisioning how you'd look, hugging your body and billowing gently while you sprawled out on your bed like a princess. And maybe while you got princess treatment from a certain somebody...

"It looks expensive," is what you settled for.

"I can pay for it," he responded almost immediately, all the reluctance now gone from his voice. Whatever happened to subtlety and eloquence?

You felt the corners of your lips curling up slightly, gravitating toward it with Percy alongside you, taking the set in closer up and picking up the one in your size. It was expensive. You glanced back at him to find him looking directly at you now with those slightly off-focus eyes that meant he wasn't paid full attention to the present.

"You sure you can pay for it?"

He startled slightly. "What? Yeah. One hundred percent."

A soft chuckle left you as you stood on your toes to peck his cheek, his face heating up considerably like you'd never done that a billion times before. You looked at the lingerie, then back at him, ideas blooming in your head.

Shifting your weight to one foot to lean in, your voice lowered as you whispered in his ear: something you'd never say out loud in public, and something just vulgar enough for him to squirm.

A soft flush warmed up the tan on his cheeks considerably. You grinned, then pranced away toward the counter.

Percy would be down sixty-five dollars, after all, so the least you could do was give your gratuity in return, right?

[pumpkinbxtch]

— 𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮?｡⁠:ﾟ headcanons

are the HoO boys afraid of falling in love with you? (ft. apollo)

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☆ radiostar is playing… warrior by aurora!

who's here: percy jackson, leo valdez, frank zhang, jason grace & apollo. warnings: none, philophobia is the fear of falling in love. a/n: This is super based on their profiles according to the books, because well, let's talk honestly to others, I decided to do this, it's interesting.

percy jackson;

Percy isn’t afraid of loving or being loved. His mom raised him with a lot of affection. But, he does get scared of not being loved back or not being good enough for you. This is because of his obvious self-esteem issues. Doubting love is the only thing that makes him rethink and overthink things. So, sometimes you have to talk to him when you see he's down about something he doesn’t want to tell you. But he never hesitated when he fell for you and wanted you to know as soon as he realized it.

leo valdez;

Yes. The answer is yes, he is scared of falling in love. But he doesn’t realize it until he’s totally in love with you, and it’s too late for those feelings to stop growing. Leo isn’t fully aware of it because he likes having girls around, but it never goes beyond the surface until it did with you. He realized that imagining a future with someone isn’t something to take lightly. Is there something he can’t fix with his magical pockets?

Leo spent most of his life running away and being from nowhere, so he ends up with an avoidant attachment style. He’s working on this now to open up more with you because at the beginning of the relationship, it seemed like he was running away from you. In reality, he’s full of love to give and wants to receive it too.

frank zhang;

He’s never scared of falling in love or feeling something as genuine as that. He’s a son of Mars, who’s associated with passion, so Frank has never had to face love head-on. The only problem might be feeling like he’s too much or too annoying because he would die for you and kill an entire nation to be with you. Frank is careful when he realizes he likes you or is falling in love because he knows some things just can’t be, but he never hides his feelings. He’ll tell you he loves you and respects if it’s not mutual. He almost explodes with happiness knowing it’s mutual.

jason grace;

Jason isn’t great at showing his feelings. It constantly overwhelms him and keeps him up at night, trying to solve it like a math equation when it’s the complete opposite. He’s supposed to be the voice of reason, or at least that’s what he’s thought all this time. But when you get close to him, his gears go crazy, spark, and break down. Is he scared of falling in love? Not exactly, but he’s afraid of not expressing it properly because he knows how important communication is. After getting to know you better, he realizes it’s better to go with the flow, which isn’t easy for him, but he finally has an answer. He was born to love and wants to be loved.

apollo;

Yes, yes, yes, yes. All his exes ended up as plants or dead. How could he not develop a fear related to love after that keeps happening? So it’s a nightmare when you come into his life because, unfortunately for him, he’s a hopeless romantic. There’s nothing more ironic than that. He tries to avoid it at all costs, but in the blink of an eye, he’s holding you tight and kissing you with a goofy expression on his face. Even though he’s so scared, his longing to find the one outweighs it...

[bvrnesher]

'so... you're cabin 7?' yes, sir, cabin 7

my ver. 🗣️