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CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD [PART 4: EPILOGUE]

Ω PJO IMAGINE Ω

PROMPT: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

a/n: Reader is neutral; no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age. [AO3 LINK] | [1] [2] [3]

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“... and yeah, that’s what basically happened” you recounted, nodding to yourself while licking at your now dry lips. Your fingers nervously wrapped and drummed against the cup.

You glanced from your empty cup, struggling to decipher the tea leaves at the bottom but also trying not to because you didn’t want any more mystic, mythological, magical, whatever nonsense right now.

On the other hand, your nerves were shot with your aunt sitting across from her. So it was either trying to divert your attention to reading the damn tea leaves or staring at your aunt.

You took a quick peek up at your aunt, who was sitting across from you, sipping her own tea with a seemingly neutral face. Which either was good or very bad for you.

Pretending to sip your tea from very empty cup, you thought back to the situation.

You had watched the dawn rise and the sun peering over the horizon, light filtering through the open, broken doorway. The sky changing from its dark hues to lighter hues, the clouds appearing with tints of colour. You weren’t sure exactly how much time passed or if you somehow slept in your daze.

The only reason you snapped out of your stupor was it was time to make breakfast. When you had pushed yourself up and begun to make breakfast, it was only then you realized that the kids weren’t here anymore and you didn’t have to make breakfast on time.

It was strange how these kids appeared in your life and gotten you into a rhythm that you didn’t know you found yourself playing. When popped in the first bite of food, you chewed numbly, you noted why breakfast didn’t taste as it used to be.

With a full stomach, you turned your attention to cleaning up the house now it was daytime. The house was in such disarray with everything strewn all over during the scuffle, with broken furniture and pieces filling the gaps.

Time passed by you as you cleaned and straightened the house, taking moments to pause to eat the leftover breakfast for too many for one or to reminisce about the kids’ impact on your life when it came to you.

Then something strange happened. As you took the blankets and duvet outside and begun to hang them on the line, you saw something in the corner of your eye.

Your heart leaped, thinking the kids came back, but as you turned, your heart leaped for another reason as you saw a person. You let out a curse in surprise, hands and legs flying as you jumped, sending a duvet flying before you scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground. You heard chuckling and your face burned at the display.

“Sorry for scaring you” said the person, giving a grin that was more playful then apologetic. You stared skeptically at him, not believing his apology. He was a man with salt and pepper hair, with blue eyes that seemed to crinkle with mirth. There was something about him that made your brain itch, but you had no idea why.

Your brain could only handle so much itchiness.

You tossed the blanket back on the line before making your way to the stranger warily; your experiences with the monsters making you think twice. “Is there something I can help you with?” you asked carefully, looking for anything inhuman about him. He seemed like an other middle-aged man, but then again, monsters came in plain sight-

“Actually, I’m here on business if you will. You are (y/n) (l/n) correct?”

You felt a bit unnerved when he knew your name. You kept your toe to the fence, hoping the protections were still active.

“...Yes...how do you know that...?” you asked slowly.

“Well, before I can answer that, I come here on behalf of some individuals to extend their thanks to you.”

“Huh?”

The man gave a (too) charming smile and reached into his pocket. He took out a business card to you and handed it to you. You carefully took the card and it’s inscriptions read:

HERMES AGREIPHONTES

Ω

OLYMPYUS

Travel Agent, Head of Communications, Head of Commerce

you could feel something connecting in your brain, as you looked up at the man named Hermes. You squinted as you felt a connection forming before you gasped, connecting the dots. Of course, how could you be so blind?

“Wait, I know you-”

“Yes, (y/n), it may be a bit surprising for a mortal, but I am Hermes, the god of-” he started to say,

“You’re Luke’s dad?!” you said before he could even finish.

Hermes stared at you for a moment, eyes wide with surprise and totally off guard, before bursting into laughter while you had a red face.

You invited the man into the house, apologizing profusely for the strangeness of a lack of a door, but the man waved it off goodnaturedly and grinned, “I’ll just deliver a door for you as a replacement” he said before pulling out a blackberry and begun typing.

You opened your mouth to protest but you decided to just get your guest some drinks and snacks, hopefully not minding that you couldn’t host properly due to damaged house.

“So, uh, how may I help you? Like are you here for Luke? Because something happened and he’s not here, but uh-” you begun to stammer and Hermes gave you a soft, sad smile.

He gave a bitter chuckle, taking a sip of his drink, before giving you his full attention.

“Don’t worry about it. I know Luke was here recently, but it’s because of that I’m here.”

“What?”

Hermes eyes became dimmer and had a weak but amused smile.

“It’s a bit complicated and there’s only so much we can reveal given your limited knowledge. It’s against the law for us to reveal too much to mortals who are not prepared for it.” He said it a way that felt very personal.

You felt your mouth go increasingly dry. You remembered the dream that led you to meeting the children. Their weapons. The monsters. The man, the being, in front of you. You could feel yourself grasping onto something but you knew once you accepted that reality, it was the point of no return.

“...So why are you here? If not for your son? Or the other children?” you started to say otherwise. Hermes flashed you an appreciative smile as he continued.

“I, among a few others that I’m representing in their case, want to thank you for taking care of our children. There are...circumstances that prevent us from directly interacting with them, so the fact you have helped them as a host, not only under the Laws of Xenia, but also a protector, we are grateful for your actions and you will be rewarded with a boon.”

“A boon? Like blessings from a god?”

Hermes smirked, “Exactly”.

Your spine shivered at his words and you felt something looming. “And what are these...boons?”

“Well, that’ll ruin the surprise wouldn’t it?” said Hermes as he got up from his seat, and pulled out his blackberry phone, and for a moment you thought you saw something slithering around it. “But really, you’ll be getting your boon after we get approval from your patron and aunt, but for now, will suffice for now. Goodbye (y/n) and thank you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but the doorbell rang, making your head turned. From where you were in the living room, you had a view of the foyer and there you saw two men with tool kits and a giant door. “Hello, we’re here to deliver and install your new door!” one of them said.

You opened your mouth then turned back to Hermes, or would’ve, but he was no longer there. You stared at where he stood and promptly turned back to the people at the door, pushing Hermes aside because you didn’t want to deal with it now.

And now here you were, with a new door that Hermes ordered for you on express service, and your aunt still sipping her tea.

“You’ve done well” said your aunt, as you looked up at her in surprise. She was giving you an amused smile.

“Uh...I did?”

“You did” she nodded. You waited for her to say more but she just gave you a smirk. You sighed at the how your aunt went back to being vague and you ran a hand through your hair, before leaning back into your seat.

“I still don’t know if all those things really happened but everywhere I look, I know it did” you started to say, “but if it was real, and I really did help those kids, I wonder if they’re okay.”

You felt your aunt pat your shoulder as she spoke. “It is how it is; but know this little one, they ever come back, they know this is a safe space for them.”

You nodded as you closed your eyes when your aunt patted your head. You closed your eyes as you listened to your aunt disappearing into the kitchen and begun making dinner. You listened to her bustling around the kitchen, the warmth of the house, and the lack of it as well before drifting off into a nap.

From that point, you almost forgot about those kids; being swamped back into college. It was almost the end of the semester and the full force of college work, with back to back projects, papers, and presentations. You were so busy and tired from it all, that you begun to dismiss some minor coincidences; things that were a little bit too good to be true but in the rush of work, you weren’t going to look a gifted horse in the mouth. Small mercies.

It was only after you finished your last hurdle as you merrily went made your way back home, finished with the semester. You had plans to go home, gorge on your aunt’s food and that dessert you’ve been saving for a job well done, and take a long year nap.

But when you bent down to slip off your shoes, you felt a subtle shift in the like something rippled in it. You looked up and found a girl dressed with brown hair and eyes, in a brown dress, giving you a warm smile. You looked at her with wide confused eyes as she sat at the table, laid out with a feast. By her side, was your aunt as she looked at you with a unfazed look.

“Ah, (y/n), right on time” she said, gesturing for you to sit. You hesitated but did as you were told, eyes on the guest.

“Uh, hi, how do you do” you introduced yourself to the guest, glancing at your aunt for any hints.

The guest smiled as you felt warm like a homey sense kind of way. “Hello, (y/n), we finally meet.”

You glanced at your aunt as she huffed. “Be on your best manners, our guest decided to stop by and prepare you this feast to celebrate your hard work.”

You looked down at said-food, and now you realized what was odd. It could be information passed by your aunt, but even then, the food was laid out with all your favourite foods; even if your aunt knew some of them, she didn’t know all of them.

There was a knowing smile to the guest as she gestured for you to eat. You did, slowly, but as soon you took the first bite, it was an explosion of flavour that made your body buzz in a way that was like eating the perfect bite. Your aunt and your guest ate and talked with each other like they were old friends and you couldn’t pay much attention, as the food seemed to draw you in.

With stomach full, fatigue was creeping onto you with the lack of stress. You were about to drone out with the dessert, when your aunt cleared her throat.

“(y/n),” she said, “Now you’ve eaten, it’s time for me to introduce you to our guest and patron.”

You looked at her and the guest as your aunt spoke next. “(y/n), this is one of our patron deity; Hestia, the goddess of the Heart, Fire, Home, and Family.”

You stared at Hestia with wide eyes as she smiled. Something seemed to click as you remembered about Hermes, then the children-

“Oh my gods, this is really happening. Hermes wasn’t just a guy named Hermes, that was the actual Hermes-”

Hestia giggled good-naturedly. “Yes, it really is (y/n).”

“Uh, why now? I mean, not I’m not glad for your presence Lady Hestia, but what brings a god to our mortal life?” you squeaked out.

“Fear not, no harm will come to you” she reassured and you believed her. “As for why you became involved...the gods are restrained in interacting with their children directly, but when they saw their children were in dire need of help, they were guided to one of my sanctuaries.”

“One of?”

Your aunt huffed. “The children you saved were not the only ones to sought safety here.”

You gaped at your aunt as more puzzles begun to fit into place; but acknowledge the bigger picture was even more daunting.

“You...were the only who sent me the dream,” you slowly said, not believing it yourself.

“In a way yes and you responded.”

“But-” you wanted to counteract, somehow logical it out-

“Child, have you ever realized something?” your aunt asked. You looked at her confused. “What are the children’s names that you cared for?”

“Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth, why-”

“But do you ever recall them telling their names?”

You went to open your mouth to say “of course they did, how else would I know their names?” but as you were about to voice it out, your brain caught it. You went through your memories yet you couldn’t recall them every actually giving their names. You stared at your aunt and Hestia in confused horror.

“How?”

“Our family are not strangers to offer sanctuary to those who need them, from all walks of life, nor do we have one singular patron goddess. In turn that allows us to have our own skills” explained your aunt, “There’s no true stranger in our homes, allowing us to offer them what they best need. Of course, this also applies knowing when to deal with unwanted guests.”

You tried hard to lean away from your aunt.

“(y/n),” said Hestia as you turned to her. “You’ve taken on your aunt’s duty when she was not here, and you’ve done is wonderfully. For your efforts, you are rewarded with boons by the gods.”

You stared at her as you heard a but. “But?”

“From this point on, you may return back to your life before you’ve met the demigods without any harm and with the rewards you’ve earned,” told Hestia, “But we also offer you to tell you about the world of the gods, and take on the same duty as your aunt has, and many of your fore-bearers. However, once you’ve crossed the line, you can never go back. What is your decision?”

You stared at her and flashed a look at your aunt, who remained neutral. You could tell she was giving you a choice and she would support you whichever you chose.

You looked back at the goddess, licking your lips nervously. Immediately, you were going to choose the former, knowing you weren’t equipped to handle all of this, fully aware it was safer in general.

Yet, you couldn’t help think back to Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. You remembered meeting them for the first time and how relieved they looked as they realized they were truly safe. They didn’t tell you explicitly but you put it together that as demigods, their fate was going to be tough and rough. This was their norm yet...should it be?

You remembered those three, and knew they had already changed the course of your future. Even though you may never see them again, you wanted to offer some warmth to those who needed it, and maybe, one day you’ll see those three again.

You looked at Hestia and your aunt and you knew by the proud look in their eyes that they knew your answer.

“What do I have to do?” you asked as you decided to cross that line.

Years passed.

Since that fateful day, you finished your college studies. You got a job surprisingly quick (which you really thanked the gods cause it was nothing short of a miracle which you suspected was a boon used. Maybe), and you were satisfied, and you were setting up a good life all things considered.

It was almost a normal, mundane life.

Except for a few things.

The house was managed not just by your aunt, but also you; making you a co-owner. Your aunt showed you the ropes and provided you with experiences and knowledge. And magic, let’s not forget magic.

It also turned out the door that Hermes gave you, free of charge, had a hidden motive. It was also a magical door; that let anyone who prayed for sanctuaries to enter from anywhere; just they had to enter through the door. It was a bit of a shock when a different demigod and their satyr (which was a whole entire another experience), appeared through the door, looking very confused as well who were just in another completely different area.

It was something to get used to but at least the door allowed you to also go wherever you wanted to which you used regularly. Your aunt also used it more and more often to go to different places; especially now she didn’t have to make annual trips to get supplies (Athen’s Olives did not disappoint). The only drawback was to the door was it didn’t allow any demigods or those seeking sanctuary to wherever they needed to go; and would only go back to where they originally entered from; with a leeway of a 100 mile radius.

In retrospect it made sense. It allowed them to find sanctuary but they still had to go through the journey to wherever they needed to go. It was a process that you couldn’t help with.

But that only made you put more effort into the ones you could help with. With every demigod you helped, you learned more and more about each individual.

Imagine your surprise when you gotten a thank-you package of very fresh strawberries from a place called “Delphi Strawberry Service” and a quaint letter from a man named Chiron. You immediately clocked in on it.

It was nice helping those who seeked refuge. They weren’t limited to just Greek demigods, you also encountered others; Roman, Egyptian, Norse, all sorts of other cultures, and even some mortals.

But some part of you kept hoping you would see Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. You told about them every so often to those who came over, hoping for some hint of information but you didn’t get much (you weren’t sure if they just didn’t know or they can’t tell you).

More time passed and now you had fully grown into your role. You were working from home and you heard the familiar special doorbell ring throughout the house that acted a forewarning to those incoming.

“(y/n), get ready for the next guests; I’m in the middle of this brew-” said your aunt through the pipe system. You heard a series of hisses and garble in the background following that, and you weren’t going to think what ingredients she was using

“Alright!” you said through the pipe before you pushed yourself from your desk. You did a big stretch, popping all the stiff joints in your body before getting up to greet the desks.

You went through the familiar twists and turns of the house before reaching the foyer. You expected the next occupants to be hurried or hesitant but what was strange this time were a single doorbell.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you answered the doorbell and your breath hitched. You looked at the person in front of you and then what was in their hands; it was the ID, your old, beaten up and slightly scratched, college ID card...the one the kids still had all those years ago.

You gaped at the person in front of you as they gave you a tentative smile. The people behind them looking a bit confused.

“Hi (y/n), it’s...been a while...” they said, before looking sheepish. “If it’s not too much trouble, can we stay over for a night, please?”

You looked at them and then at their companions and back at them. You let out a scoff and grinned, “Of course, in fact, there’s a lot you need to catch me up on.”

[F I N]

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a/n: that's a wrap folks! thanks for reading "Carry on My Wayward Child"! You can decide if it's either Luke, Thalia, or Annabeth at the end, there are no wrong answers ♥️ Like and reblog if you feel so inclined, and see you all later~ thanks for all the support! Much appreciate!

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— 💬 a/n: It's 3:12 a.m., I haven't slept and I have thoughts. Like ACTUAL thoughts. DELULU thoughts.

— 𝒫ercy 𝒥ackson ;; his pull out game is so-so but it's not really a game to him. it's a tragedy. he can pull out, he really can—but the second you clench around him and moan his name all breathy and wrecked? gone. he’s staying inside and apologizing for it while still twitching. “fuck, sorry, you just felt too good.” no self-control. man is one tight hug away from giving you triplets.

rating: 4/10

— 𝒥ason 𝒢race ;; textbook perfect. clinically correct. he’s the honor student of nut control. always pulls out with time to spare, wipes you down with a warm towel, kisses your forehead, and asks how you’re feeling. BUT—if you beg him not to? if you whimper a little and say “please”? he folds like a lawn chair.

rating: 9/10 when in control, 2/10 if you say “inside” in a pretty voice

— ℒeo 𝒱aldez ;; boy has ZERO pull out game. he doesn’t even pretend to try. he’ll be balls deep and babbling about how tight and warm you are, then let out a choked moan and cum inside you without warning. immediately follows up with a “fuckfuckfuck I was supposed to pull out” and then blames you for “being too sexy.”

rating: -3/10. negative.

— ℱrank 𝒵hang ;; he pulls out with sweet, apologetic gentleness. murmurs “almost there” and actually means it. doesn’t even thrust through the orgasm—he shudders and then paints your stomach like a gentleman. but the moment you say “it’s okay, baby, I’m on the pill”? oh. he’s finishing inside with a shaky moan and saying “you’re sure? really sure?” as he fills you up.

rating: 8/10 unless you give him permission—then all bets are off

— ℒuke 𝒞astellan ;; can pull out. just doesn’t. he’ll be like “what’s the point?” while holding your hips down and staying in deep, whispering “take it. you can take it.” he moans like it’s a religious experience and you’re lucky if you get a warning before he fills you up and says “mine.”

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◟𖥻 in between : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

I just can't come in between them, they got their own thing ʚĭɞ or 6 times people thought they were dating + the 1 time it was actually true.

"So, you're dating?" the new camper looks between her and Percy after they gave him the tour around camp.

Ah, the long awaited question.

And the answer is always the same. "No, we're friends, why?"

Once again, the camper looks between her and Percy, who's standing just behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head comfortably resting back on his chest. "Oh, nothing, I just thought—"

Yes. Everyone just thought. Everyone just thought they were together, and everyone was always shocked when it turned out they were merely friends.

Percy and her couldn't understand it at all, because it was totally normal for friends to act the way they acted with each other. Right?

ʚĭɞ the ponytail.

It is, obviously, totally normal for friends to want to help each other out before combat. So, of course Percy knows exactly how to tie her hair into a perfect ponytail. Doesn’t everyone know that?

Who can blame him if he knows his best friend so well that he can easily notice her discomfort with her hair falling on her face when she's sparring? And who can blame him if he wants to help? That's what best friends do.

So he didn’t see anything wrong when he stood behind her after they called for time out, his fingers gently carding through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail, twisting it with practiced fingers and securing it with the hair tie that he just happens to have on his wrist.

"Thanks, Perce." She says, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.

"Dude, how do you even know how to make a ponytail to begin with?" Leo asks when he hangs back and she goes back to sparring.

"She hates when her hair falls on her face." He shrugs, as if that's enough explanation.

Leo doesn’t understand, he doesn’t try to, he simply shakes his head and says, "You do realize you're in love, right?"

But Percy isn't even hearing, his eyes fixed on her and his smile growing when he sees her more relaxed without her hair bothering her.

ʚĭɞ the necklace & hairtie

Yes, it is completely normal that she wears his best friend's initial around her neck. Totally normal.

It isn't even that noticeable, just a small, golden "P" that rests on her collar bone. Cute and meaningless. She just likes jewelry. This one she especially likes, since she wears it every day.

Clarisse has never noticed it before, but now that she stands in front of her as they drink water after training, the gold necklace manages to catch her attention, sparkling under the sun tauntingly.

Clarisse squints her eyes at it. "Is that... a 'P' in your necklace?"

She lowers her water bottle and smiles, and oh— Clarisse already knows what's coming just by the silly smile on her face. "Yes, for Percy."

"How is that-" Clarisse stops herself with a sigh. "Nevermind."

She's tired of questioning it.

And Percy? He adores the necklace, but he also loves the hair tie he always has on his wrist. Because friends should be prepared for when their best friend needs a hair tie, of course. There’s nothing else to it.

People don't realize at first, it's a simple black hair tie. But Percy fiddles a lot with it during meetings, snapping it against his skin when he's bored. And he doesn’t let anyone take it or borrow it from him, "anyone has an extra hair tie?" and he's silent because he's sure as hell not giving his.

Nobody really understands why until he ends up losing it and he's frantically looking around for it as if it's such a precious object he just lost and not a simple hair tie.

"Hey do you know if I left the hair tie in your cabin last afternoon?" He asks her when they sit together for breakfast.

"No, but you can have this one if you want." And it's that simple. He nods. And she takes it off her hair to give it to him.

This one is not even a black hair tie, but rather a lilac scrunchie that definitely clashes with his orange camp shirt. But Percy is grinning like a child opening christmas gifts, and you best believe he won't lose this one.

"Is that her scrunchie on his wrist?" Katie Gardner squints at him when he walks past her table.

"Yes, and he's wearing it like it's a promise ring."

ʚĭɞ the kiss on the cheek

And of course it's normal for her to greet him with a kiss on the cheek every time.

Hi? Kiss on the cheek. Bye? Kiss on the cheek. Training? Kiss on the cheek. Breakfast? Kiss on the cheek. Seeing him after capture the flag? Kiss on the cheek. It was simply her way of greeting. Him. Only him.

So when she was late for a cabin meeting and rushed past him with a distracted. "Morning, Perce!" without a kiss? Percy kind of froze. His eyes followed her as she walked away, looking like a kicked puppy, like a kid who's candy had just been stolen.

He proceeds to spend the rest of the day sulking. No sign of her around. No kiss on the cheek. By dinner, he's still weirdly quiet.

Grover asks first. "Dude, are you okay? you look like someone just stole your christmas gifts."

"She didn’t kiss my cheek today." He mumbles, more to himself than to his friends.

Piper almost looks like she wants to throw her fork to his head as she asks, "Is this whole thing just because she didn’t kiss your cheek?"

"Why didn’t she? Did I do something wrong?" And he's pouting, dramatically sad about it.

Grover raises an eyebrow at Annabeth, but before any of them can say anything else, she finally arrives, almost running to the table and taking her usual seat besides Percy.

"Sorry guys, had a busy day today." She excuses herself and then— like it's second nature, she leans to press a kiss against Percy's cheek. A greeting.

And every single one of his friends is able to witness the change in Percy's expression, the way his whole face just brightens. Long forgotten is the sadness and the sulking.

"How is this normal?" Annabeth shakes her head, going back to her food.

ʚĭɞ the wallet

Percy, as a good friend would, has memorized her usual order. "Chicken sandwich with no tomatoes and fries on the side, add honey mustard for those please."

"Does it change anything if I point out that you hesitated with your own order but not with hers?" Jason asks, looking at him as if he's simply ridiculous.

"That's what friends are for." Percy shrugs, taking out his wallet.

"So you know all your friends orders that way? I don't think-" Frank's words trail off when Percy opens his wallet. "What is that?"

Percy pulls out a few dollars before he realizes Frank is talking to him, his eyes fixed on the photo on his wallet. "Hm?" he looks down and he smiles at the photo. "Oh, that's y/n."

He proudly opens the wallet wider to allow both Jason and Frank to see the photo of little five year old y/n squinting at the camera with a wide grin, a bandaid on her nose. "Doesn’t she look cute?"

"I- uh- do you just carry it in your wallet?" Jason asks, genuinely taken by surprise. And he thought he could expect anything from those two.

"Well, yeah? she gave it to me ages ago." and he turns to pay.

Frank and Jason exchange looks and shake their heads in disbelief, meanwhile Percy is already busy. "Hey do you have those chocolate chip cookies with the colorful little sprinkles on top? She likes those."

ʚĭɞ the flowers and lipsticks

Friends get each other flowers, right? at least, Percy will if he casually spots flowers while shopping for groceries with her mom.

It's not his fault, they were just there.

A bouquet of pink lilies, her all time favorite flowers, right when he's walking past the flower stand. They are basically calling for him.

When Sally Jackson looks up from her cart and finds his son holding a bouquet in one hand and gummy worms in the other, she smiles to herself.

"Is there any special dates coming soon?" She teases, knowing exactly what this is about.

"Oh?" he looks down, as if he just realized he's holding flowers. "Oh these? they remind me of y/n, so I thought I might aswell get them for her."

Sally nods, she doesn't question it, she doesn't try to understand it. Because she already knows.

Except that sometimes it really is unbelievable that his son is so oblivious, Sally gets to realize this when she takes a lip balm from the racks by the cash register. "Maybe I should get y/n one of these, she likes them, doesn’t she?"

Percy hums, distracted by placing the groceries in the chekout belt. "Yep, but make sure to get the cherry-mint one, you know? the one in the little pot with the silver lid. She loves that one."

"Percy, how can you know how it tastes?"

Silence. For a second, Percy just stops mid-putting the bread down and realizes what he just did.

"I guessed." he replies simply.

Because he's not about to confess to his mother that he knows that's the lip balm she has been wearing since he kissed her for the first and only time when they were twelve. So what? they had just been friends who had never kissed anyone before. It just seemed fitting at the time that they should share their first kiss with each other.

And it was totally normal if maybe he simply made a mental note not to ever forget her favorite lip balm. Because he's a good friend.

"Perseus, you are unbelievable."

ʚĭɞ the date

Percy felt as if it was perfectly normal to be worried for his friend going on a date, worried to the point of sulking the entire day? completely normal.

Yes. She has a date. With some guy Percy didn’t even bother learning the name of. Percy had only focused on the sheer audacity of this guy to be charming enough to get her flowers— roses, seriously? and ask her out.

But it's normal for him to be a little protective over his best friend. That's all it is. He just doesn't want her getting hurt by some dude that didn’t even bother trying to know her favorite flowers.

That's the only explanation for the way he felt something inside him twisting when he saw her before she had to leave for the date, looking all pretty and smiling brightly to go out with some other guy.

That's why he doesn’t do much the whole day, he doesn’t train or joins his friends on their impromtu day at the lake. By the time the night falls, he has been on his cabin for hours, glaring at the ceiling for more time than he'd like to admit.

It's past lights out when there’s a soft knock coming from his door, and before he can even react, she opens the door and slips inside, still in that dress that looks like it's been made just for her, her heels clicking as she holds them in her hand.

Most of the times, she lingers on the door to wait for Percy to give her permission to step inside— as if he would ever tell her to leave. But not this time, this time she walks quickly and doesn’t even stop at the edge of the bed or sits like she always does.

No, this time she simply crawls into bed with him.

"Hey, how did-" He gets cut off when she suddenly wraps her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.

"Missed you." Her voice is muffled against his chest, but he's able to understand. "So much."

Percy wraps his arms around her waist almost instictively, pulling her closer to him. "You saw me this afternoon."

"Still missed you." She replies. "Especially after that date."

He chuckles softly, his fingers carding through her hair, her fingers curl slightly against his shirt, and he tightens his hold around her. And it feels right.

"Was it that bad?" He asks, keeping his tone light, as if he didn’t spend the whole day brooding.

"So bad." There’s no hesitance. "He talked about himself the whole night. Barely asked anything about me. And when he did, and I brought you up, he got all weird."

Percy's hands stopped on her hair for a second, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Weird?"

She shifted slightly, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. "He he told me that we should probably distance ourselves a little because people thought we were dating and he almost didn’t ask me out because of you."

"That's ridiculous." Percy laughs at that, but it even surprises him how forced it sounds, how his stomach twists again.

She pulls away now, barely really, just enough to look at him. "Yup, ridiculous, right?"

They both look at each other, her fingers still curled in his shirt, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. And neither of them moves.

After a moment, he whispers, as if he couldn't allow himself to speak any louder because it might break the whole thing. "Have you ever thought that maybe... it isn't so ridiculous?"

His heart is pounding, his gaze glued to her, waiting for a response. "Yes, maybe it isn't ridiculous, maybe-"

Percy doesn’t let her finish her sentence, he can't. Because the moment she confirms what he has been thinking about, it's like his body moves instinctively, his lips suddenly crashing against hers.

Cherry-mint lips welcoming his like they've been waiting for this for a long time, his hand brushing over the delicate chain around her neck, fingers pausing just for a second on the tiny gold letter that hangs on it.

And it's exactly what it should be. Soft. Sure. Familiar. Comforting. And even better than that first time they kissed back when they were twelve year-old kids convinced that all they could ever be was friends.

ʚĭɞ the kiss.

The next morning, nobody notices the change— because there has not been any evident change in the way they act. Everyone just thinks that the clingyness, the kisses on the cheek, the hugs, are just part of the routine already.

Until they're getting ready for capture the flag and, as usual, Percy helps her with her ponytail. It isn't anything that people haven't seen already, No. So everyone just rolls their eyes at them, mumbling about how oblivious they are.

"How many more months do you think will take them to finally realize?" Clarisse mumbles, putting on her helmet.

"Who knows? It could be years, they-" Grover's words die on his mouth when Percy suddenly leans to kiss her.

Kiss her. Percy is kissing her. In front of everyone.

He doesn’t even realize that people have stopped to look at them, because as he pulls away, the only thing worth his attention is her smile as he says. "You'll do great out there, angel."

"I swear if you tell me you're only friends after that, Jackson." Leo tells him after she has ran off to go find her spear.

Percy chuckles, his smile bright, his eyes still fixed on her. "Friends? No, that's my girl."

[girlkisser13]

percy jackson nsfw headcanons

• percy can lose himself very easily in sex. he gets caught up in the sensations around him and the wonderful feeling of your touch.

• french-kiss lover, and fuck, he’s good at it. swiping his tongue against yours, licking the roof of your mouth, and sucking at your tongue as he pulls away from you, he does it all. he just loves to see you breathless with kiss-bruised lips.

• this man LOVES taking you from behind, his hands using your hips as handlebars. going rough and then slowing it down by pressing you deep into the mattress, his chest against your back, and his arms linked with yours.

• his stamina is off the charts. his demigod genes give him enough strength and stamina to go all night if he felt so inclined. he is very perceptive of your energy and will happily pull you onto his cock until you start to get riled up again.

• the two of you have makeout sessions to the kitchen to grab water or snacks in between rounds, he’ll even carry you to the bathroom.

• nothing, nothing, gets him riled up more than seeing his cum on you. he is addicted to the sight of his cum on your body. your stomach, on your tongue, face, chest— you name it, he loves it.

• he’s pretty well groomed. he keeps things clean and healthy to keep up a hygienic routine. shaving, waxing, or even trimming takes time he just doesn’t have when he’s busy fighting monsters.

• if he knows ahead of time he’s meeting up with you he will take the extra time to clean himself and trim to the best of his ability. sometimes he gets bored and will trim a triangle for your amusement.

• percy enjoys experimenting with things. he’ll try just about anything once, just for the shits and giggles.

• this man is such a tease. he’s constantly trying to rile you up in a situation where you know that you can’t have him yet. the frustration building up in your eyes while you shoot him the most venomous of glares greatly amuses him.

• he’ll give you an innocent grin, pretending he wasn’t just brushing his thumb— "accidentally"— against your clit when resting his hand against your inner thigh.

• percy loves receiving. he loves seeing you struggle to take all of him and make a mess of yourself. he’ll gather all your hair, so that it’s out of your face and grip it to encourage you through the experience. he’s not shy, he’ll happily kiss you with the taste of him still on your lips, praising you every time for taking him so well.

• he enjoys giving just as much as receiving. it’s his way of worshiping you and giving you immense pleasure by his mouth alone. he can get really into it so either ride the overstimulation, squirm and fight against his grip on you, or tug on his hair just to see him pull away with a disappointed grunt.

• percy is a SUCKER for quickies. he enjoys romantic, traditional sex as much as the next guy, but he will never turn you down when he’s in the mood.

• he just wants the quickies to be in a safe area because he doesn’t want to have to worry about protecting you while having an intimate moment— that will not stop him, however, from taking you behind a tree in full battle armor during capture the flag.

• percy isn’t the loudest person in the bedroom. he’ll grunt here and there with a rough breath, maybe a few groans if you really hit a sweet spot. otherwise his breathing is the main indicator of his pleasure.

• his breathes shorten and hitch with each new wave of pleasure. the longer he’s in the mood or the longer you two go on, the more he’ll lose himself in the pleasure and make the beautiful noises that only you get to hear.

• don’t underestimate the power of a quick handjob with this guy. something about it— quick, dirty, maybe with an undertone of constructed panic or need to hurry— makes his eyes roll back so easily.

[beesandberries]

Me as soon as the fic mentions “Y/N” only for it to be described as an OC, being extremely submissive and childish or uses some dumbass pet-name like “puppy”🥀🥀

[sleepn0tfound]

Do I Look Like Him?

[Dc x Neglected!Batsis!Surgeon!Reader]

Word count: 2.0k

Standing at the corner of the gala, she was nursing a cup of wine. The light perfectly reflected against her purple sapphire earrings.

Her off shoulder black dress was long and sparkly, it was low cut which showed off her cleavage, with a slit that cut all the way to her upper thigh. She wore gloves that reached up to her elbows, matching her dress in colour. Over the gloves on her right arm, there was a singular white gold bracelet that stood out, clearly costing a fortune.

It was no wonder why they called her "The Untouchable Wayne." She was the spitting image of her father back when he was younger, just with long hair, she even has the same temper as his old self as well.

Whispers could be heard all around her, short glances aimed at her failed in being subtle. Her eyes looked up on for drink as she saw a man arrogantly walk up to her.

"So... You look very nice today, princess."

Her calcutative gaze turned into a disgusted one as she looked at the man in front of her but she gave no response.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

The man wouldn't give up despite his multiple following comments being met with silence, not even a glance from Y/n was given to him.

The man was visibly getting agitated at the lack of response to his flirtations, "You should say sometiming little girl. Do you know how many women would die to be in your spot—"

The man abruptly stopped his words as he felt his suit getting soaked. The rest of the gala fell silent as they watched the red wine fall from her cup.

"Y-You— Useless bitch!"

She held her cup in the air, the red wine still dripping from the cup, it looked almost like blood, her grin was foxlike as she looked down on the man. Before the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the ballroom as the wine glass came into contact with the man after she threw it at him

Her heels clicked as she walked towards the man who had staggered back, his hand shakingly touched his cheek, feeling the blood that was leaking out from the cut made by the glass shards.

She walked through the glass elegantly, stepping on the glass and breaking it with her heel before picking him up by his collar, "If you want to be that arrogant, maybe make sure your height is taller than your ego."

The sickening sound of the punch that came afterwords left the gala pindrop silent, before it all erupted into whispers and mumurs.

"Hey don't you think.."

"She looks exactly like..."

"Well even her temper matches so..."

The crowd looked at the expression on the main character's face. No longer was there a foxy grin, no. What they saw was the face of anger, a face that looked exactly like a teen Bruce Wayne. Anguished and filled with rage after his parents' death. That's what it looked like, the spitting image even.

Despite what many think the elites of Gotham weren't that stupid. Most of the older elites knew that the whole Brucie Wayne thing was just a facade, they were just glad they no longer had to face a feral, angry teen Bruce Wayne, but just as he mellowed out she came along looking exactly like what they had remembered of teen Bruce.

It looked like she was ready to take another hit before her phone rang. She picked it up, not even a minute in the call she takes off running out of the ballroom, whispers following her as she went.

But everyone knew what it was. A call from her hospital. Yes hers.

Y/n Wayne had a lot of titles. No not 'The Princess of Gotham', that was given to Cassandra Wayne-Cain, who Bruce simply adored. No, she was known as 'The Queen of Gotham', 'The Untouchable Wayne', and many more. But the ones that held the most merit?

The Surgeon Who Defies Death, The Reaper's Rival.

It didn't matter what kind of surgery it was, she could do it all, a miracle worker, is what they called her.

She was so well known that she had her own hospital. The biggest and most adavanced hospital in the world.

Apollo’s garden.

The name was odd to many Gothamites at first, until they saw how children and teens alike would be less nervous in the hospital, the parents of said teens who saw the surgeon herself saw that their children would talk animatedly to her, even the more introverted ones. Saying something about "Percy Jackson", was it?

The word "Hospital" wasn't in the name either, making it seem less daunting to the children, that hospital became even busier than Gotham General Hospital, mandatory shots for children were scheduled to be done at Apollo's Garden instead, there was even a block dedicated for children that was designed like a zoo, each level having a different habitat, the Savanna, the Arctic, the Rainforest, etc.

She built that hospital from the ground up.

The elites saw her running out of the glamorous ballroom, she immediately got in her black and purple convertible , starting it up and speeding towards her hospital.

Once she parked she rushed into the hospital, hurriedly changing out of her dress into her surgical gown, taking off her heels and changing into rubber shoes. The call said that the patients were caught in a shooting, too many critical patients too little experienced surgeons to attend to them. 

Changing her gloves while rushing to the ER she saw one of the other experienced surgeon, “Solace, give me the run down.” 

“11 patients, 3 in critical, 8 injured badly.” Will was already in his scrubs, rushing to the other critical patient.

“Damnit. The 8 injured have enough doctors tending to them, right?"

"Yes but the only experienced surgeons who clocked in tonight are Zayne and me, so we need you."

"Well then, good thing I'm here then." She stopped as she reached the door of the operation room she had to be in.

"See you on the other side.” She said as she entered one of the three critical patients' room, nodding at Zayne who passed by her, the three separating as they went into different operation rooms.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

As she exited the operation room she sighed, that surgery was nothing new to her, but that doesn't mean it got any less tiring each time.

Taking off her bloody gloves, she plopped on the chair in the staff room, collecting herself when she heard the door click open, she saw Zayne entering the room, his usual stern face added with a bit of tiredness could be seen. He went to sit next to her, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"How did it go for you?" Y/n's usually teasing voice for him was now serious, a tone reserved for after important operations.

"As good as it can be. He's stable now." Zayne placed his glasses back on.

"Mine too." The woman nodded seriously.

"Tough night for all of us, eh?" Will had came in as well, reuniting the trio.

"More like the usual. It's Gotham, shootings are bound to happen." Y/n responded, leaning back into the couch.

"It shouldn't be the usual." Zayne's voice was stern, his expression hardened.

"Well there's nothing we can do but save lives." Y/n sighed as she finally got up from the couch, "I'll start with the paperwork—" Her words were interrupted by the ringing of her phone, her face darkened even more as she saw the name of the contact.

She looked reluctant as she picked up the call, "What do you want." It was more of a statement rather than a question.

Zayne and Will knew her long enough to know exactly who it was from the tone of her voice.

"No I can't go back now I still have to do the paperwork—" She looked more frustrated as the call went on, "No I can't just give them to employees, I'm not like you."

She ended the call with a scowl, tousling her hair as she looked at her two other surgeons in the room, "Sorry guys can I trouble ya'll to do the paperwork. Wayne won't stop pestering me to go back to the manor."

"Yeah no problem. We know how... he can be." Will gave a small smile at his friend.

"Thank you so much. Ugh I was planning on going back to my penthouse too. Whatever." She waved her hand as she walked towards the door, "Don't overwork yourselves."

"Says you." Zayne finally lightened up a little, a teasing undertone in his voice.

"Haha very funny." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully before leaving to go back to change. She put her dress back on, grabbing her purse and walked to her car, driving back to the manor in silence.

She drove into the massive garage with a lot of other cars, parking hers in the corner, exiting her car and walking to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. She quietly snuck in, hoping that nobody would be in the manor this time and that they would all be on patrol by now.

Though it seemed like Tyche wasn't on her side that night because just as she thought she was safe, her hand on her room in the manor's handle she heard a voice she really didn't want to hear.

"You're back." That undeniable stern tone only belonged to one man, Bruce Wayne.

"Yeah. You kind of gave me no choice." Her hand slipped of the handle of her bedroom door, turning her body to face the man.

"The stunt you pulled at the gala was unacceptable and leaving with no warning right after—" The man was cut off.

"So what did you expect me to do? Just take those disgusting comments from that man?" Her voice was monotonous as she looked up at the man who was supposed to be her father.

"I expected that the second oldest of this family to at least have some decency and restraint!" He froze as he realised that he rose his voice, he sighed, collecting himself, ready to speak again but Y/n interrupted him with her chuckle. The chuckle that slowly turned into a full-blown laugh, she wiped the tears that formed at the side of her eyes.

"Family? Since when have any of you considered me as family?" This was the form of her true anger, not shouting, not hitting, just the calm way she said her words, though there was pure unbridled anger hidden underneath.

Bruce froze at her words, "What do you mean—"

"Don't you dare act fucking clueless. You don't deserve to do that after what you have all done." Her anger started to seep out a little more.

"The way I sat silently during family dinner. How I sit in the corner alone during family movie night. Did you even notice that I was gone for 5 years at a camp?"

Bruce was speechless, he had no words to say to that, had she really left this manor for 5 years without anyone noticing?

"Why so silent? Got nothing to say?" Her words held a mocking tone, before she took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Just... Just leave me alone Wayne. Just as you always have." Her anger faded, now her words just seemed... tired.

Wayne? Why was his daughter, his baby, calling him by his last name as if it wasn't hers as well?

She opened her door, closing it behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts in the hallway. She leaned against the door, an exhale leaving her lips, before she looked up.

'At least this night is over and I can just sleep—'

Just as she thought she was free for the night she saw a small figure, exactly three apples tall, standing in the middle of her room.

The girl looked down at him and sighed, “What is it this time, demon spawn? Going to make fun of me again?”

“Tch. I don’t have time for that.” The young boy scoffed, turning his head to the side, clearly having heard the entire argument from the other side of the door.

“Then what are you here for?”

Damian swallowed his pride for once as he spoke.

"I want to volunteer at your hospital."

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.

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"What."

As promised, here it is! Guys is it crazy if I say I already got the second part of this planned out. I think I should priortise Death of a Star chap. 1 tho hehe anyways I hope you guys enjoy this LOLS

Btw thank you all so much for 500 followers! Take this as my 500 follower special hehe Also if you guys can submit asks I would be rlly happy... My inbox is always so empty😭😭

📷: sleep._.n0tfound

[thebestsetter]

OTOYA EITA, OLIVER AIKU, Sendou Shuto, Isagi Yoichi (kinda),INUMAKI TOGE, Gojo Satoru, Suna Rintarou, Atsumu Miya, KUROO TETSURO,Nishinoya Yu, Tanaka Ryunoske, Denki Kamimari, PERCY JACKSON

[realmsb4rbie]

percy likes walking around naked in his cabin after sex.

in the back porch of cabin three, where it only saw the beautiful lake and green mountains behind it, no other cabins or campers around; he likes to slip from your warm embrace to take in his favorite time of the day. which, the early mornings.

the air smells extra fresh, the sea is more calm than usual, and everything is definetly more silent. you feel his absence in the bed yet make no move to get up, instead peek an eye.

and then you believe he's a full god instead of demi.

he's leaning against the railings, shameless about his nudity, watching the sea. the soft breeze make his raven locks sway, and his scars are visible on his tan skin, under the soft light of early hours.

you feel like you can stare at him forever. not because it turns you on, or makes you want to jump on him, no. he's like a statue bringed to life, or a painting sally draw so poseidon could make it a human. he shows his godly side more than his human one, and it's unfair to other demigod's. he's pratically glowing.

then, he turns to you, with all of his glory. he smiles softly and sleepishly like he's not perfect first thing in the morning, lazily getting in your embrace. "morning pretty girl."

oh, the audicity.

[indecisivemuch]

Apples

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: You tossed an apple to Luke without knowing the meaning of it in Greek Mythology (fluff, friends to lovers, happy ending)

Note: Just wanted to write something lighthearted and funny. Since I saw somewhere that apparently throwing an apple at someone means something in Greek Mythology, thought I should use it as a prompt.

Word count: 3.1k

You have been at Camp Half-Blood for a year. Within that time, you’ve been claimed by your Godly parent, learned so many things about Greek mythology, and, best of all, made friends who understood exactly what you were going through and all whom you loved dearly. 

One of them was Luke Castellan. You two were relatively close friends, though you swore he treated you differently than he would with others at camp. But you didn’t want to be foolish and assumed it was something. That didn’t mean you don’t treat him differently than you would with other campers though. You have always had a soft spot for Luke in your heart. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, but you found yourself thinking about him too often.

“Anyway, Percy. Don’t worry too much, honestly. We all have been through what you’re currently going through. You’ll fit right in, yeah?” the younger boy offered you a lope-sided smile as you patted his back and stood up. 

“Alright, boys, I have to go now, but I’ll see you later,” you said before grabbing your plate, which would have been empty if it wasn’t for the apple you hadn’t eaten. The rest of the table - which included Chris, Luke, and Percy - said their goodbyes before chattering again as you walked away. However, you halted as you changed your mind about wasting the apple.

You turned back to look at the group before calling out, “Hey, Castellan.” However, you were slightly caught off guard to see Luke already having his eyes on you.

Luke swore that you have always had him mesmerized. If he even heard a whisper of your voice, his head would immediately try to locate you. To make matters worse, Chris even started calling Luke a “lost puppy” when he realized how your departure would always leave Luke like one. 

“Catch,” you tossed your apple at Luke. 

Multiple heads turned in your direction as the red apple hurled through the air before landing neatly in Luke’s hands. The Hermes cabin counselor had his eyes glued onto the fruit that was in his palms. You almost halted in your steps from his and other camper’s reactions. Some started whispering to their friends, pointing at you. You even heard one gasp. But you ignored them, finding it strange that people cared so much about such a small interaction.

“You can have it. I don’t think I’ll have time to eat it,” with that, you vanished from the scene, leaving at least half of the camp agape, including Luke and your friends. 

Then, the strangest of things happened for the next few days. It started with Luke already stationed outside when you exited your cabin the morning after. He cheekily presented you with one singular flower in his hand, and you took it with playful words, “Ooh, what did I do to deserve this special treatment today?”

“Nothing, just thought I should show how much I appreciate you,” Luke put his arm over your shoulder as the two of you made your way to the dining pavilion. You could feel your cheeks flushing at his action. He has never done this before. With his arms around you, the sides of your bodies brushed as the two of you walked. You noticed almost immediately how every other person would have their eyes on the two of you. But you ignored the attention and focused on Luke instead.

The sweet actions didn’t stop at flowers or more physical touches. For the next three days, Luke was stuck to your hip. So it was quite strange that you have not spotted the Hermes cabin counselor in the last two hours. Hence why you were spending some time with Clarisse, another close friend of yours. However, you felt an arm swinging around your shoulders, and you instantly recognized who it was from the familiar touch.

“Hey, Clarisse, can I borrow Y/N real quick?” Luke asked, quickly muttering a “thank you” when your friend nodded. “So, I have something to give you…” your face must have shown how surprised you were because he chuckled at your reaction. However, when the boy pulled his gift out from his cargo pocket, your mouth fell slightly agape at the reveal. 

Luke must have misinterpreted your reaction because he started nervously rambling, his voice a few octaves higher, “It’s not much, but honestly, this is all I can do with my arts and crafts skills. I’m just not really good with that y-”

“It’s perfect, Luke. Thank you so much!” you gave him a brief hug, but it was enough to stun him for a second. Luke felt this urgent sense of craving from how your bodies fit for a second. It’s as if he was made to hold you. He almost pulled you back into another hug but had to force himself to regain composure. Nevertheless, that didn’t last long because his eyes softened again at the sight of you trying on the bracelet he made. The beads in your favorite color, crafted with care, wrapped around your wrist perfectly, and you wonder how he knew just the right size to make it.

The truth was Luke had to ask Clarisse to steal one of your bracelets just so he could make a bracelet of the correct size. But you didn't need to know that, though - according to him.

The next night, there was a social gathering near the campfire. Luke reapproached the location with a hoodie in hand. Earlier, Luke excused himself to fetch the clothing item that was now in his hand that was meant for you. However, his brows scrunched as he spotted another figure next to you, sitting in the spot that he previously occupied. You were laughing at something they said. The way your laugh echoed in his head usually sounded like a lullaby or the enchanting voice of a siren. But right now, the idea that someone else elicited the same laugh made him want to hurl behind the bush he was standing next to.

Little did he know you were zoning out from whatever the other boy was speaking about, thus the fake laugh to not blow your cover. You were distracted just thinking about Luke and everything he has done so far - offering his portion of dessert to you because he knew it was your favorite; him winning Capture the Flag and ignoring everybody else to go hug you first, then having his eyes on you and only you afterwards; sneaking out of camp to go buy the items you mentioned once that you wish you had at camp and so on. 

Your mind quickly reminded you that the boy sitting next to you was still talking to you. However, when you snapped out of your thoughts again, you realized now he was looking at you expectantly and you scrambled your mind for a reply.

Thank Gods Luke plopped down on your other side, saving you from having to admit to the other boy that you were not listening to him. “Hey, you’re back,” you commented. Luke’s arm automatically threw itself around your shoulder and tugged you to him slightly. Your body leaned on the Hermes cabin counselor ever so naturally at this before you turned to him. Luke quickly set his clothing on your lap, and you stared at it questioningly.

“You’re cold, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” your cheeks flushed again at how he knew without you telling him. You shivered maybe once or twice earlier due to the night air lowering the temperature, but it was so brief you were sure nobody had noticed. As you put on the hoodie, Luke averted his gaze from you to the guy on your other side. 

The Hermes cabin counselor arched one of his eyebrows in a challenging manner. Almost immediately, his ‘opponent’ slightly raised both of his hands. Luke internally snickered at the quick motion of surrender. 

“My bad, man,” you heard the other boy say as you managed to put your head through the clothing item and pull it down. Luke was physically preening at the other boy’s words and departure. Meanwhile, you were distracted by how you were engulfed by the smell of Luke from his hoodie. Your height difference also meant you were swimming in it, but it felt so comfortable.

“What was that?” you asked once the other boy was gone. 

“Nothing…” even the most oblivious person could see that Luke was lying. But, once again, you did not question his actions and carried on with the gathering. You could also feel other campers staring at the two of you, but you ignored that as well. 

That night - like every other night since four days ago - he walked you back to your cabin. You were honestly completely smitten by the attention he has given you, not that you would admit that to him. You were still not sure what caused the change, but you were still elated about it. Maybe he did return your feelings? Either way, everything felt perfect lately, and you went to sleep that night feeling like the stars aligned for you.

“I guess congratulations are in order?” Percy spoke up as you lined up for food the following day. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, taking the plate of food. Today’s meal consisted of mac n’ cheese, steak, and an apple. 

“You’re engaged?” you almost dropped your plate at that and gave the son of Poseidon a questioning look. “You proposed to Luke like a week ago?”

“What? When?”

“When you threw him the apple? That is considered a marriage proposal.”

“Since when?”

“Uh, in Ancient Greek culture, it’s considered a marriage proposal if a man throws an apple at a lady. But, I mean, it’s the 21st century, so I guess it can work both ways.” Percy finally took a plate of food for himself. “And if the recipient catches it, it’s considered an acceptance.”

“You saw this and knew this whole time without telling me?!?” 

“I thought you knew! And you two seem so smitten already, so I thought you did it on purpose.”

“Percy, no! Is this a well-known thing? Do you think other people who saw it too thought I proposed to Luke as well?” Seeing Percy’s look and how he was fumbling with his words, you quickly requested, “Actually, no, don’t answer that.” 

The two of you walked over to Luke and Chris with plates in hand. You picked up the apple on your plate and placed it on the table. 

“Luke, we need to talk,” You deliberately placed the fruit there, hoping the boy would get a hint about the topic you wanted to discuss. Luke’s eyes flicked from the fruit to you. Though the hint of amusement in his eyes and a sheepish grin made you realize he knew all along. Luke stood up and followed you out of sight and hearing distance from other campers whose eyes were trailing after the two of you.

“You knew what it meant, and you didn’t tell me?” You broke the silence as soon as you two were far away enough. 

“Listen, I appreciate your proposal. But, it’s a little bit fast, don’t you think?” Luke teased, and you instantly hit his arm at that, causing the boy to flinch slightly, but the smile on his face told you he was anything but mad at your action.

“But you caught it. So, technically, you said yes,” you rebutted, sighing as you rubbed your face, “My Gods, does everybody at camp think we’re engaged? Wait, is this a substitute for an engagement ring? Did you give this to me because of that?” you pointed to the bracelet Luke gave you, your mind now understanding Clarisse’s teasing and her implications. You could see the way Luke was stifling a laugh. He settled with saying something else when he saw the pure panic on your face.

“Sweetheart, calm down.” the nickname successfully silenced you. You hated how it made you feel, but you would not mind hearing that daily. “No, it’s not an engagement ring.”

“Oh, so were you doing all of these romantic gestures and gifts on purpose to make fun of me and the situation?” you asked, though it was more with a lighthearted tone than one of temper. However, something shifted because the expression on Luke’s face changed from one of humor to earnestness.

“No, I didn’t do all this to make fun of the situation or you…” Luke’s voice fell off as tried to find the right words to say next. In that split second, Luke took a deep breath, and you could see how nervous he suddenly became, though he still kept a light tone. “I did it because I took it as a chance to maybe…win you over, and it also gives me an advantage because it fended off many other guys.” 

Undoubtedly, you were frozen in place, unable to register the words he was saying and the implications they bear. Neither did the boy in front of you act like the Luke you usually know - somebody who was usually confident, outgoing, always having his way with words. No, the person in front of you could not even hold eye contact, the pink hue on his cheeks now spreading to the tip of his ears as he shifted left and right. Luke broke the silence first, giving away the nerves that were gnawing him away from your lack of response.

“How about this? I’ll say ‘no’ to your mind-blowing marriage proposal for now,” you lightheartedly hit him again, rolling your eyes playfully. Seeing a positive reaction from you, Luke let out a small breath of relief, but the nerves quickly overtook again as he mustered up all the courage to utter his counter proposal: “But maybe we could start with something slower like going on a date? — Or I’ll even settle with you allowing me to try and ‘woo’ you.” Luke added the last bit as insurance, in case you didn’t want to take up on the date. Part of his mind wanted to scowl at himself for seeming so desperate - but Gods, he has always been a desperate man when it comes to you. 

“You’re such a dork.”

“Yet you still proposed to me.”

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?” Luke only shook his head in response. Once again, you haven’t responded to his offer. Luke could see that you were in deep thought, the cogs turning in your head as you digested what he just said.

“You mean it? That you wanna go on a date? That you wanna “woo” me and sweep me off my feet?” you questioned. Despite the humor in your voice, there was also a hint of vulnerability and cautiousness. “Does this mean what you’ve been doing for the past few days…they are all genuine?”

“Is it that hard to believe that I like you? I don’t think you even fully understand the feelings I have for you. I’ve had my eyes on you for a year now, which is the entire time I know you, and I’m afraid I can’t see that changing any time soon.” Luke had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying more because he was sure he would never stop talking about you if he could. Maybe those unspoken words ought to be things Luke would disclose in the future. If you give him the chance, he will ensure you hear everything he adored about you.

“Well, that’s good then, ‘cause I happen to like you too,” your words made Luke’s eyes snap to yours, almost in disbelief. 

Luke felt as if his heart was blocking his airway by the way it was thumping so hard in his chest to the point he could feel the vibration in his neck. He held his breath over your confession and the way you were looking at him. Oh, Luke was convinced he was utterly doomed because how could he be so affected by one single look. He was suddenly unsure whether he would be able to handle your affections or ever live without it if it was taken from him. He’d spend the rest of eternity like a deprived man.

“Aw, look who is nervous now,” you teased, deciding to somewhat torture him and get him back for teasing you earlier. “I did not think I had this kind of effect on you, Castellan,” you approached him slowly, keeping eye contact with his now dilated pupils. 

“I mean…all I did was say a couple of words and you’re all tongue tied. What would happen to you if I do this?” you swiftly grabbed Luke’s camp beads and pulled him down, eliminating a significant amount of space between your faces, though not completely. To steady himself during your action, Luke’s hands steadied on your hips and stumbled slightly, though you did not mind the touch.

You never knew it was possible for his face to flush even more, but it did. Luke gulped and your eyes casted down on the way his Adam’s apple moved when he did so. The way he reacted to you only intoxicated you with power even more. You glanced upwards a bit, eyes observing his lips for a split second before looking back up at his eyes. You smirked when you caught his eyes flickering back to yours from your lips as well. 

Just as you were about to close the distance, Luke pulled back just a bit, finally able to speak, though his words were heavy warnings, “If this happens—” Luke stopped, unsure he should let you know. Luke shook his head lightly as his eyes traced over your features before continuing, “If we kiss, there is no going back for me. I don’t think I could just…forget about it. So, please, just be sure before you do it.” Your eyes softened at his words.

“I promise, Luke. I am sure,” you muttered, though Luke knew you meant the words by heart from the way you were looking at him. 

You finally pulled the boy down again using his camp necklace. 

As your lips touched Luke’s, he let out a content sigh. His hands clung onto your hips, pulling you flush against his own body while you caressed both sides of his face in your hands. Luke felt like the world was swallowing him whole. The boy now knew what your lips tasted like, and it felt like an addiction. He could feel his heart waving white flags at that moment, completely surrendering to you. He was right before. There was no going back from this. 

But oh, if Luke knew an apple was all it took, he would have tossed one to you himself.

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“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”

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❝ revealing pics ! ❞ ― pjo / hoo boys !

Summary: Accidentally sending nudes to the pjo/hoo boys ! stablished relationship, just their reactions

— ✦ special 400 followers and 65 days on tumblr !

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

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Percy Jackson !

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez !

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

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◟𖥻 my my my : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

if Percy can't find a way to slip a 'that's my girlfriend' into the conversation, then he'll still find a way to make it known.

this is kind? of a part two to this one

warnings: no cabin mentioned for reader, no use of y/n, overprotective!percy, just fluff.

If someone at camp didn’t know Percy and her were dating, they were probably living under a rock, because Percy isn't subtle at all about his love for her.

And well, maybe he is a little too loud about it, but so what? he has an amazing girlfriend, he would happily walk around camp talking to every person he found just to make sure everyone knows he is dating her— Oh, that is actually what he does almost every day. Sue him.

It gets to a point where people already expect the 'and my girlfriend' in almost every trivial conversation, and if he can't find a way slip it in? Well, he has to show off.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 1. the hand on her back

The pavilion is full of people after breakfast ends, everyone standing from their tables to go with friends or plan their schedule for the day, it takes Percy only a second to find her trying to make her way in between the crowd.

He knows that look. The tightness in her posture, the way her gaze shifts through the people. Crowds make her anxious.

So he moves through the mess of bodies, he's right there by her side in an instant, leaning to kiss her temple. "Hey, pretty girl."

Her body immediately relaxes the moment she hears him, like his voice is the exhale she didn’t know she was holding. "Hi, Perce" and she smiles, that kind of bright smile that one day would be able to do what monsters and gods couldn't do— kill Percy.

He can feel her fingers brushing his sleeve, as if she's looking for some kind of comfort. Without needing to ask any questions, Percy slides his hand to the small of her back like it's second nature, like he was made to guide her through chaos.

The contact is subtle, it's not even meant to be possessive— not showy, just steady, intentional, just Percy softly keeping her close in a sea of demigods and chaos.

Of course, someone notices.

"Dude." Connor calls out, walking past them with Travis. "Chill, she's not gonna vanish."

Percy smirks, guiding her through the people. "I'm not taking any chances."

His hand remains there, grounding her, providing her with the peace she needs. But also, if people notice his hand splayed protectively against her back, it's just a plus.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 2. the water bottle

Percy has been distracted for a while, leaning against a wall, his eyes fixed on her as her tongue pokes out slightly in concentration, aiming her arrow. An Apollo camper is beside her, giving her pointers. "Okay, keep your shoulders relaxed and release."

The arrow cuts through the air, landing dead-center with a satisfying thunk. She looks at it for a second, before jumping in pure delight, Percy doesn’t even bother hiding his silly smile.

But immediately, his smile falters when the Apollo camper chimes in, "That's it, that was amazing!" and he throws his arm over her shoulder.

Oh no.

Percy's right there in a second, he's sure he isn't even that fast when it comes to battling monsters. But when it's about her, he would teleport if he could.

"Hey, love!"

She turns to see Percy, absolutely taken off guard, as he strides towards them, water bottle in his hand. His curls are messy and he's sweaty, she guesses he probably just finished his training, but he still manages to look like he walked out of a daydream.

"Here, pretty girl." he gives her the water bottle, smiling as he coincidentally places himself between her and the Apollo boy. "You look tired and, y'know, i'm your boyfriend. Just doing my job."

She blinks at him, taken aback, then snorts because she finally realizes what this is about. "Thanks, Perce."

"Of course." He says, planting a soft kiss against her temple, before stepping back. "I'll leave you to it, but let me know if you need something else, yeah?"

When he steps away, he smiles shamelessly at the bewildered Apollo camper that takes a long second to even mutter something. "Yes, she's great, isn't she?"

"Yes, totally, she's the most talented at everything she tries." He nods, absolutely proud, but he's fast at adding, "you know, my girlfriend. That i'm dating. Me. Can you believe it?"

Behind him, she rolls her eyes and mutters something about him being ridiculous, but she's smiling into the water bottle as she takes a sip.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 3. iris message

The worst time for Percy is when he has to go on a quest without her, being apart from her feels like falling into tartarus. And maybe, just maybe, he gets a little annoyed about the idea of other people flirting with her when he's not around.

Of course, he trusts her, but he also knows she's simply oblivious when it comes to people flirting with her. That's why it took so long for them to start dating, after all.

So yeah, maybe he checks in a little too often. Not only because of that. He simply loves getting to talk to her, seeing her after every rough day makes the quest a little less tiring.

She's smiling politely at the Ares camper in front of her, nodding as he talks about his strategy to win capture the flag, his arms crossed in a way that makes it seem as if he's flexing his muscles.

Not that she's interested at all, she's just polite enough to pretend she is even when she's only thinking about Percy. Missing him.

It's almost as if he knows that she's thinking about him, wherever he is, because suddenly a shimmering golden mist swirls in the air between her and the Ares boy, slicing through the conversation.

"Oh, Iris message!" the boy steps back slightly.

She beams, the polite smile widening into a happy grin when the mist sharpens into the image of Percy, out of breath, his curls sticking to his forehead, his face dirty, riptide still in hand.

"Hey there, love." Percy smiles, his tone fond and sweet— no one would even think that he was side-eyeing the boy standing beside his girlfriend. "Just checking in. We just killed a monster, you should've seen it, it was this gross serpenty thing. But I thought of you."

"Charming, love." She replies, amused.

His eyes flicker to her side like he's only just now noticing the boy beside her. "Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were busy. Sorry, love you."

"I love you too, Perce." His eyes go back to her, his stare turning softer, the kind of stare reserved for her only.

"I have to go, pretty, just call me if you need anything, yeah?" He smiles innocently. "I'll be back soon, anyways."

The mist dissolves.

The silence that follows is awkward.

The boy clears his throat, no longer flexing his arms as they fall to his sides. "Does he just uh- calls you every time he kills a monster?"

"Oh no, that would be ridiculous." she replies, fighting a smirk. "Why?"

"No reason."

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 4. bragging rights.

They're supposed to be on watch duty, patrolling the border to make sure there's no monsters lurking or campers trying to sneak out past curfew.

But Leo's starting to think that the threat here is not the monsters or the rebellious teenagers, the real threat is how Percy hasn't shut up about his girlfriend for the past fifteen minutes.

"And did you see the little ribbon thing she had on her hair? She's so cute, I swear, and it matched her camp shirt. How can she manage to look so pretty and cool at the same time?" He's walking, but it's a wonder that he hasn't tripped yet since Leo can see how distant his eyes are, that dreamy little smile on his face.

Leo blinks, surprised. "Dude, do you have a crush on your girlfriend or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous, a crush is way too small. I'm madly in love with her. That's way different." He explains, and then keeps going. "And did you see when she grabbed the flag? I thought she might slip when she jumped from that tree, but nope, perfect landing."

"Yes, I was there, heard you scream."

"I didn’t scream"

"You absolutely did, then you tripped over a rock trying to run to stop her from falling."

Percy stops.

Leo stops.

They look at each other for a long second before Percy sighs. "Yes, probably panicked out a little, can't blame me."

Leo holds up his hands in the air. "Not blaming you, just saying you're hopeless, dude."

"I'm not hopeless, just in love."

And Leo groans. Yes, this is going to be a long patrol shift.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 5. the dramatic kiss

Percy takes off his helmet, pushing through people cheering, some groaning while walking to the infirmary with wounds and bruised limbs, others replaying what just happened during capture the flag.

But he doesn’t stop to talk to any of them, instead he scans the crowd until his eyes just land on her, like it's second nature.

She's standing there, looking pretty even after the afternoon's events, cheeks flushed, strands of hair falling freely on her face even after she pushes them away with her free hand, the one that's not clutching the flag she just got. And she's laughing at something Piper is telling her. So radiant, so beautiful.

Percy stands there, giving himself just a moment to admire her, before he's full on sprinting.

His armor clinking, sweat dripping down his temple, eyes locked on her like she's the only thing anchoring him to the world.

She turns just in time to catch him running towards her. "Perce? did something—"

But her words are cut short when he's suddenly scooping her up into his arms, and dipping her like something straight out of one of those romance movies she loves so much.

And then, he kisses her.

Percy can hear gasps around them, or maybe whistles, he's sure as hell he can hear someone shouting. "Oh my gods, not this again."

But he doesn’t care.

Even after he pulls back, he can only focus on her, her arms around his neck, looking at him through wide eyes.

"You're crazy." She mumbles, breathless.

And he can only grin in return. "Crazy about you? Yes, yes I am."

She hides her face on his neck mortified, and of course he only holds her tighter, smirking.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ +1 the one time she was showing off

She's trying not to be annoyed.

It started with her sitting near the campfire, changing the bandage from a scrape on her leg she got from the chariot race. Two campers sat nearby, she didn’t recognize one of them so she was sure it's probably a new camper. And she didn’t mean to pry, but they were so loud.

"Who's that guy over there?" The new girl asks, not subtle at all. "The one with the sword? he's just so dreamy, I mean, the hair, the jawline, those arms."

The other one snorts. "You mean Percy Jackson? he's a legend here."

It's immediate, she stops whatever she's doing with the bandages and her head snaps up, brows furrowed together as she glances in the direction the other two are staring at.

Yes, it's indeed Percy they're talking about. He doesn’t seem to notice the eyes on him, he never does. Instead, he's laughing with Grover, his hair is wet like he just took a shower, and the sun is hitting him just right. And— okay, fine, he looks a little too good. Ridiculously good.

"Gods, he's hot." The new one replies. "Do you think he has a girlfriend?"

"Actually—"

She doesn’t stick around to keep hearing the conversation because she's suddenly feeling too bothered by it.

Instead, she marches over, catching Percy mid-laugh. "Hey, love—" he starts, but doesn’t even get the full sentence out because she grabs him by the collar, pulls him in, and kisses him.

He stumbles a bit in surprise, but the second he realizes what's happening?

Yes, he's absolutely loving it. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and his lips returning the kiss with equal excitement.

By the time they break apart, he blinks at her like he's just been hit with a tidal wave. "Uh... hi." he breathes.

"Hi, you" She beams at him, and Percy's heart feels like it might jump out of his chest.

Behind them, Grover rolls his eyes. "Gods, you two are sickenly sweet, I'm leaving."

Percy just grins, eyes fixed on her like she's the only person in the world. "You kissed me."

"Yes, is that a problem?" She tilts her head, eyes shining playfully.

Percy leans to kiss her again. "Not at all." he mumbles against her lips. "Keep doing it."

Somewhere behind them, across the fire, the camper turns to her new friend. "So yes, he has a girlfriend."