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i wanna write something for jason or leo but i have no ideas :(

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Gonna chill out the rest of May and then change my entire life in June. Possibly July if that doesn't work out. Certainly no later than September or October.

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　　　　　=͟͟͞♡　　♥︎　　♪ ♪　　#Percy’s Girl 𝄭ㅤ𝄡𝄙. ,, . 𝄙𝄢ㅤ۫ㅤ𝆹𝅥𝆺𝅥

　 ⡴⠞ 　♪ Aphrodite!reader x Percy Jackson masterlistㅤ ㅤ᪄᪃ㅤㅤㅤㅤ۫ㅤ

˖ ⬩ ˖ ۫　 Enchanted Beginnings

˖ ⬩ ˖ ۫　 Late night cuddling

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percy / aphrodite!reader : late night cuddling

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It was well past curfew.

Cabin lights had dimmed across Camp Half-Blood, the soft glow of the bonfire now just embers in the distance. You lay in your bunk at the very back of the Aphrodite cabin, your pink comforter pulled to your chin, the scent of rosewater and vanilla in the air. Your siblings were either asleep or pretending to be—but none of them commented when Percy slipped in through the side window like he’d done it a hundred times before.

He didn’t say anything as he climbed into bed beside you. Just peeled off his hoodie, toed off his shoes, and slid beneath the blanket, wrapping his arms around your waist like he’d been aching for this all day.

You scooted closer without thinking, burying your face in his chest, breathing in sea salt and cotton.

“Long day?” you whispered into the silence.

Percy made a quiet hum of agreement, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “The longest.”

His heartbeat was steady under your ear. Warm. Familiar. You both lay there for a while, the silence not heavy but whole - like something sacred had settled between you.

You felt his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your spine.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked softly.

He hesitated. Then: “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever really stop fighting.”

Your chest tightened.

“I know it sounds dramatic,” he added quickly, “but it’s like… even when we’re not on quests, there’s always something. A threat. A prophecy. A memory that won’t shut up.”

You nodded against him. “You don’t sound dramatic. You sound tired.”

“I am tired,” he admitted, his voice raw. “But I don’t know how to stop bracing for the next storm.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, brushing a hand through his dark curls. “You don’t have to stop being a hero. But you do deserve rest.

He looked at you like you’d said something profound. Or maybe like he wanted to believe you but didn’t know how.

“I feel like I don’t know how to be… normal,” he murmured. “Even here. Even with you.”

You cupped his cheek gently. “Percy, I don’t love you because you’re a hero. I love you because you remember to bring me hot cocoa after bad dreams. Because you ask how my siblings are even when you’re the one falling apart. Because you let me paint glitter stars on your arm last week and didn’t even flinch.”

He laughed quietly at that, the sound low and warm. “They were very sparkly.”

“You are very sparkly.”

He pulled you close again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You make me feel like maybe I’m allowed to be soft.”

“You are,” you whispered. “You’re allowed to be soft and scared and held.”

He didn’t reply right away. But his hand found yours beneath the blanket, fingers lacing together tightly, like he was anchoring himself to this moment. To you.

“I love you,” he said, barely audible.

Your breath hitched. Not because it was a surprise - he’d said it before but because there was something different in the way he said it this time. Not as a promise. As a need

You squeezed his hand. “I love you too. Exactly as you are.”

You felt his shoulders relax, the tension in his frame slowly uncoiling. He leaned his forehead against yours.

“Can I stay?” he whispered.

“Stay as long as you need.”

He exhaled slowly. Like the waves had finally calmed inside his chest. And then he was holding you tighter, your legs tangled beneath the sheets, your faces close, breaths shared.

You fell asleep like that—limbs entwined, hearts steady, the night quiet around you.

No monsters.

No battles.

Just love.

And rest.

And each other.

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If he’s not percy jackson I don’t want him

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"sweater weather."

synopsis: you've liked percy jackson for years, so when he asks you to a café date, how could you say no? however, you start to regret your decision as you find yourself skateboarding down the steepest hill you have ever encountered, but at least your crush seems to reciprocate your feelings. pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader word count: 2.0k

"are you sure this is safe?"

"i've done this with you about a hundred times now, y/n." percy responds, picking up speed on his skateboard. the wind rushes through his hair, and you hold tightly onto his waist as you glide downhill.

"doesn't make it any safer!" you yell over the wind as you continue to soar through the bustling streets of manhattan. you see, you and percy had originally planned to go to this cute little café a couple miles away from your place. any rational person would say, "i'll give you a ride," or "let's walk there!" but not percy. never percy. instead, the boy showed up at your doorstep with a skateboard under his arm as your method of "transportation."

skateboarding with percy normally wouldn't be a problem. however, you currently found yourself barreling down the steepest hill you've ever encountered at a breakneck pace. also, newsflash, skateboards are meant for one person. one. not two people with one of them leading and the other holding on for dear life.

percy only laughs as he continues to pick up speed, seemingly unfazed by the danger of the situation. "don't you worry," he reassures you, turning around to look straight into your eyes. "i won't let you get hurt."

"yeah, well if you really meant that then maybe you should keep your eyes on the street." you mumble under your breath, though his words do bring you some comfort. but at this point, all you could do was hold onto percy a little tighter and hope that you would make it to the café in one piece.

finally, you start nearing the end of the hill, and percy begins to lean back on his skateboard, gradually slowing down his momentum. as you both come to a stop, you take in the sight of the various shops lining the street. percy signals for you to dismount, and tucks his skateboard under his arm, smiling at you proudly. "see? that wasn't too bad!"

"oh yeah, considering the 6 pedestrians you almost ran over and the handful of laws you probably violated, i'd say it went pretty well!" you respond, voice laced with sarcasm. percy only shrugs, seemingly unfazed by the incident. "well, it could have been worse," he states nonchalantly, causing you to shake your head in disbelief.

"now c'mon," he points to his left. "the café is that way." you both start walking in that direction, taking in the various sights and sounds of the bustling street. the aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, blending with the sounds of city traffic and chatter.

the trees along the street are beginning to change colors for autumn, with leaves of orange and amber hues falling from the branches and gently crunching beneath your feet. you catch a glimpse of percy as he happily stomps on the leaves, like a little kid or something.

as you walk alongside percy, you can't help but feel a chill creeping into your bones. you notice how cozy he looks in his sweater and beanie, complete with fingerless gloves, while you shiver in your plain t-shirt and jeans. if only you had known how cold it would be, you would have dressed accordingly. the wind nips at your skin, making you shiver involuntarily. you feel the cold creeping in, and percy seems to sense it too.

"aren't you cold? y'must be freezing." percy says, slowing his pace and turns to face you, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

you hesitate to admit it. you'd do a lot of things, but admitting you were cold to percy jackson was not one of them.

"dunno what gives you that idea. i've never been better," you respond, trying to sound confident and unaffected, but your shivering frame is a clear giveaway.

percy clearly isn't convinced and rolls his eyes, propping his skateboard against a nearby tree. he approaches you, and before you can react, he abruptly takes your hands in his. he cradles them gently and breathes on them lightly, his warm breath coming in short puffs. a shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold. even though the sudden contact catches you off-guard, the warmth makes you feel better instantly.

"thanks.." you say awkwardly, glancing around, trying to avoid eye contact with the boy. percy only nods in response, picking up his skateboard, but he never lets go of your hand.

you both continue walking in the same direction, his grip is firm, and you can feel the heat emanating from his palm. it's a small gesture, but it provides a sense of security and comfort. you feel safe and protected, even in the midst of the chilly weather. you both walk like that for a while, hand in hand, until percy comes to a sudden halt.

"we're here." percy says, stopping in front of a small café nestled between other shops. it's almost hidden, the small neon sign that reads "open" is the only clue that it's still in operation. despite its seemingly obscure location, the cafe must be doing well enough to stay afloat, as you and percy have been coming here for years.

percy extends his hand to open the door, and the sound of a bell chimes overhead. his eyes light up with excitement as he turns to you with a grin, "after you." he says, going as far as to make a dorky bow with his eyes closed. when you don't budge, percy opens one eye and catches your unamused expression.

"you're such a dork," you say, causing percy to snicker. eventually, you comply and step inside, and he follows you with a smile.

as you enter, a worker looks up to see you and percy, nodding and smiling in recognition. you and percy are regulars here, and she has your orders memorized by now. with a subtle wave, you make your way to your usual table by the window. percy pulls out a chair for you before taking his own seat, propping his skateboard against the table as he settles in.

you take a moment to glance out the window, taking in the busy street outside. the sounds of the city fill your ears, but it's a comforting kind of chaos. your attention soon shifts back to percy, who's already looking at you.

in the moment, he appears exceptionally beautiful, with the fluorescent lights casting a soft glow on his face and highlighting his every feature. you've been best friends for years, but sometimes it feels like there's something more there.

percy leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as he clacks his fingernails against the surface. "sooo," he begins, a grin already settling on his face. "i'm assuming you're not gonna let me give you a ride home on my skateboard?" he raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.

"after that near-death experience? hell. no."

percy chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and you continue chattering as you wait for your order to arrive.

finally, the server arrives with steaming hot cups of foamy drinks and a tray of pastries. you express your gratitude with a warm smile, as the server hands you a crisp napkin alongside your food. as you prepare to rest your drink on the napkin, your eyes catch sight of a message written in bold, black sharpie. your heart skips a beat as you catch a glimpse of the message which reads, "so, when are you guys gonna start dating?"

your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. maybe your interactions with percy were a lot more obvious than you thought? you quickly crumple the napkin and stuff it into your jeans' pocket, hoping that percy didn't see it.

you take a sip of your drink, trying to focus on the cool liquid running down your throat rather than the napkin that crumples in your back pocket with every shift. as you put the cup down, you notice percy glancing at you with a small grin on his face.. "y'got a little bit.." percy says, pointing to his upper lip where you had a little bit of foam. you try to wipe it off using the corner of a napkin but you don't manage to get all of it.

"here, lemme," percy starts, using his thumb to wipe off the remaining foam on your lip. your heart flutters as he leans in close to you, sending a rush of butterflies through your stomach. as quickly as it had happened, the moment passes, and you're left feeling a little bit dazed.

as you murmur a quiet "thank you", the warmth of percy's touch still lingers on your skin. he nods in response, meeting your gaze for a quick moment. you return to your drink, enjoying the easy conversation with percy as time flies by and the pastries on the tray slowly disappear.

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"looks like you're done," percy says a couple hours later, a slight smile gracing his lips. "let's go now, yeah? before it gets dark." he pulls out his wallet and leaves a generous tip for the server before picking up his skateboard and tucking it under his arm. you both wave to the server as she passes, and she shoots you a knowing wink, probably referring to the note from earlier.

once again, percy holds the door open for you, but this time he doesn't attempt the dorky bow from earlier. thank god.

the second you step outside the café, the cold wind hits you with full force. percy notices your discomfort and sends you a worried glance, silently asking if you're okay.

"colder than i thought," you manage to say, mustering a small laugh. "uh, well, this was nice. thanks for everything per-"

before you can finish your sentence, percy's already pulling off his sweater, placing it in your hands. he's only left in a thin t-shirt, his arms revealed to the cold, but he doesn't seem to mind.

as you hold the sweater in your hands, you look up at percy, and then back at his sweater, then back at him again.

"what? you don't think i'm gonna let you walk home without any warmth, do you?" he asks, his warm breath visible in the cold air.

you manage a small "thanks" as you pull his sweater over your shoulders, feeling the comforting warmth it provides. the soft texture and soothing scent of his sweater immediately put you at ease, and for a moment, you're lost in thought, before percy breaks the silence.

"you're gonna be okay, walking home i mean, right? if you need anything, just call me."

with a small smile, you reassure him. "yeah, i'll be fine, perce. thanks for everything." he returns your smile and waves before starting to walk away. but then, as if struck by a sudden impulse, he rushes back to you, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek before darting away on his skateboard.

you stand there frozen in the middle of the bustling street, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. the warmth of his sweater and the tender kiss on your cheek make you feel cherished in a way you haven't felt in a long time. as you watch him disappear into the crowd, you can't help but feel a sense of longing.

the only physical remnants of his presence are the warm spot on your cheek, and of course, the blue sweater draped over your shoulders.

a/n

THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK OK. i started losing motivation halfway through and so i rushed the rest. (as you can probably tell) better fics are coming don't give up on me y'all. 💪💪

i should probably stop including skater percy in like every fic but it's so tempting ong.

xx val

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☼ percy jackson fic recs (my number 1 book bf as an annabeth chase kin):

home to her (smau) by @balletfilmss

save a turtle, fall in love, all in a days work by @hopelesslyromanticshark

the same type of blue by @aryxchse

the hot lifeguard by @aryxchse

sweater weather by @heartss4val

talk to me by @enviedear

i've got you by @triptuckers

what's he got that i don't by @ssparksflyy

distant lover by @leaawrites

bus stop by @sunniskyies

anti-curse by @kamaluhkhan

flowers by @leaawrites

stitches of fate by @duskiers

this fic (theres no title im sorry) by @aryxchse

beach talks by @aryxchase

dating percy jackson hc by @strawberries-and-summer-days

my peaceful nights belong to you by @crownofgildedlilies

percy jackson x daughter of athena! reader hcs by @hopelesslyromanticshark

first date jitters by @cinemaconrad

talking to you about you by @aryxchse

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🛠️ HE JOKES THAT ITS HEROIN BUT THIS TIME WITH AN E! — DATING LEO VALDEZ

for giselle ( @pinkdiorluvr )

food fights. footsies under the table. spam texts. subtle pranks. playing mermaids at the pool. whispered promises. facetime 24/7. karaoke nights. marrying your best friend.

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Still denying Jason death club🤚🏼

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Hello, I saw your Jason Grace and Reader imagine and I LOVE IT, so can you do a request but this time Jason and Reader are facing some problems because he said something awful and Reader doesn’t know if she wants to get back with him but Jason just begs to come back?

Words of Regret : Jason Grace / Reader ‘ ꤬ ❤︎ 🌬️

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Words of Regret

Jason Grace / Reader ! ❤︎ :¨ ·.· ¨:

" Hello, I saw your Jason Grace and Reader imagine and I LOVE IT, so can you do a request but this time Jason and Reader are facing some problems because he said something awful and Reader doesn’t know if she wants to get back with him but Jason just begs to come back? " requested ^.^ ++ thank u <33

In the heat of an argument, Jason's words sliced through the air like a knife, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. "I don't know why I even bother with you," he spat out, his frustration boiling over. "You always manage to mess things up."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from your lungs and leaving you speechless. How could he say something so cruel? The pain in his eyes mirrored your own, but it was too late to take back the hurt he had caused.

"I didn't mean that," he pleaded, his voice trembling with remorse. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

But the damage was done, the trust between you shattered by his thoughtless words. As he stood before you now, begging for another chance, you struggled to find the strength to forgive him, to believe that things could ever be the same again.

You clench your fists, "I can't believe you said that," you seethe, your voice sharp with anger. "You have no right to speak to me like that."

Jason's eyes widen in realization of the gravity of his words, his own frustration melting away in the face of your anger. "I know," he replies, his tone remorseful. "I messed up, and I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you..."

But your anger refuses to waver, the betrayal of his words still fresh in your mind. "Sorry isn't enough," you retort, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't just say whatever you want and expect me to forgive you."

Jason's shoulders slump, the weight of his mistake heavy on his conscience. "I understand," he murmurs, his voice tinged with regret. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right, I promise."

As you stand there, the tension crackling between you, you can't help but feel the distance growing. The hurt of Jason's words lingers like a shadow.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ So American (Grecian)

content: jason grace x greek demigod! reader warning: language, i think authors note: AHHHH THIS HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY MIND FOR LIKE A WEEK AUDHIUFBIEUFBEIUR IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS FOR SO SO LONG UGH I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT OLIVIA RODRIGO YOU ATE GIRL also tbh its kinda short

everytime someone asked jason grace about his girlfriend, that first words that always left his mouth were, "she's so greek!"

which was very true. every you couldn't deny it. jason had once seen you win a fight through biting your enemies forearms which caused them to drop their sword, a tactic that had his roman brain struggling to compute. you were unpredictable, ever changing, and never still. and jason loved every second of it. it was a nice change of pace for him, sneaking out to prank other campers and watching you fight in ways he never would have thought to.

the next thing that would always fall from his mouth as a blush coated his cheeks was how much he loved it when you wore his clothes.

you had a bad habit of thinking every day was a bright summers day. even as fall was creeping around the corner, you'd tug on your denim shorts and a tank top that would have jason drooling. but as you shamelessly shivered from the cold breezes that, despite jason's best efforts, didn't stop coming, jason'd tug his sweater off and gesture for you to let him put it on for you. with chattering teeth and a beaming smile, you'd let him gently tug the sweater over your head and slid your arms through the sleeves that were far too long for you. and you'd snuggle into his side and he'd blush, admiring the way you looked better completely drowning in his sweater than with your tits on display for him. but, then he'd be thinking about your tits again, and decided that's the better view, like any sane man.

somewhere in his ramblings about you to the poor person who asked, jason would find a way to mention that you're the funniest person he's ever met. and he knows leo. and percy. and, still, you give them both a run for your money.

"man, this is embarrassing, we can't keep meeting like this," you once winced as you walked up to jason, your hands shoved into your pockets and rocking on the heels of your feet. jason gave you a fond look, but was slightly confused.

"what, princess?"

"one of us is gonna fall in love with each other if we keep meeting like this," you sighed, over exaggeratedly, trying to keep your smirk off your lips. jason breathed out a laugh, reach forwards and setting his hands against your hips.

"too late."

"you'll never take me alive! unhand me, good sir!" you cried, fighting against his hold. jason laughed as he wrapped his arms around your wiggling body. somehow, you managed to escape his hold and went running away, shooting a beaming smile over your shoulder as your hair went blowing all about.

"get back here! you owe me a kiss!" jason called after you, quickly running to catch up with you. you squealed, turning around to run faster.

"help! crazy roman boy after me! he's gonna kiss me, oh no!"

you were everything jason needed - his balance, kept him on his toes. he could talk about you for hours, but at some point, the poor victim of his lovesick rambles would make up some excuse and scamper away. he'd sigh at the lack of opportunity to keep talking about you before going off to find you, the apple of his eye and the object of his affections. he'd find you, talking to some new camper in the strawberry fields. and he could tell you were talking about something you loved from the overexaggerated movements of your hands and your beaming smile to match the gleam in your eyes. he moved a little closer, eager to hear what was making his girl so happy.

"and he's so so roman!! i swear to the gods, he marches to go to the bathroom. it's adorable, truly. he's such a gentleman, insists on opening my doors and grabbing me food and all of that. and the way he kisses me is just divine. otherworldly, i swear. i could talk about him for hours. my roman empire on a level like never before!!" you giggled with the girl, getting lost in your thoughts for a few seconds as you thought about your boyfriend.

"ugh, i want a boyfriend like that," the girl huffed and you set a comforting hand on her knee across for you with a soft smile.

"you'll find one. c'mon, you're so pretty!! trust me, i never thought i'd find a boy like jason. but, gods, im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up," you added and jason felt his heart hammer against his chest, thudding so loud he was surprised you didn't hear it. because he knew he wanted to marry you too.

"i hope youre talking about me and not some other roman named jason," jason finally spoke as he tried to calm his racing heart, your eyes darting to him with a smile you saved only for your boy, which only made his heart race more.

"oh, this is my side piece, the other jason i was telling you about. the not-so-cute one," you joked with the girl across from you, who giggled into her hand. jason rolled his eyes, scooping you up into his arms as you squealed to get out of his hold.

"youre breaking my heart here, baby," he pouted and you laughed as he put you back on the ground, instantly wrapping your arms around his.

"awwww, my poor boy, lemme make it up to you," you mused, sliding your hand to his cheek before pulling his lips down to meet yours. jason hands found a home against your waist, fiddling with the hem of your shirt and sliding a few digits under to press against your skin.

"better?" you asked in a whisper as you parted and jason beamed a soft smile as he nudged his nose against your gently.

"perfect, even," he murmured before pulling your lips back to his. he could feel you smile into the kiss, which was something that happened a lot. you were just a smiley girl, his smiley girl.

"you're the only roman guy for me, ya know," you hummed once you parted again, looking up at jason with all the admiration you could muster.

"and you're the only greek girl for me," he replied, pressing a quick peek to your lips with a smile that rivaled apollo's sun.

when a crazy greek girl falls for her perfect roman boy, you get a love story that will stand the test of time. simply because they will yap the other into legend.

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Blades and Bonds

Jason Grace / Reader ! ❤︎ :¨ ·.· ¨:

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, you and Jason stood side by side, watching the stars twinkle overhead. In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of your shared past and the promise of an uncertain future, you knew that no matter what lay ahead, you would face it together. For in each other, you had found not only rivals but also lovers—two souls bound by fate and forged in the fires of destiny.

You found yourself once again in a fierce sparring match with none other than Jason Grace. The familiar sting of sweat in your eyes and the adrenaline coursing through your veins served as a constant reminder of the intensity of your rivalry.

"Is that the best you've got?" Jason's voice rang out, his grin mirroring the mischievous glint in his eyes as he deftly blocked your attack.

You rolled your eyes, a mixture of annoyance and amusement bubbling within you. "Oh, please. You wish, Grace" you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

The truth was, your rivalry with Jason ran deep, fueled by years of training sessions, competitions, and the shared burden of being demigods. Both of you were skilled fighters, pushing each other to the limit in a never-ending quest for improvement. But beneath the taunts and the clashes of steel, there lay a bond forged in the fires of battle—a connection that neither of you fully understood.

It was on one such night, beneath the starlit sky, that the lines between rivalry and something more began to blur. In the quiet stillness of the campgrounds, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers, you found yourselves drawn together by an invisible thread.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but... I trust you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you locked eyes with Jason, your heart pounding in your chest.

Jason's expression softened, his features illuminated by the gentle glow of moonlight. "Well, I never thought I'd hear that from you," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of warmth that sent shivers down your spine.

In that moment, as the world around you faded into insignificance, you realized that your rivalry with Jason was so much more than just a competition. It was a testament to the strength of your bond.

With trembling hands and a newfound sense of clarity, you reached out to Jason, bridging the gap that had once seemed insurmountable. And as your fingers intertwined, a wave of emotion washed over you—love, longing, and a deep-seated understanding of the connection that bound you together.

"I may be an idiot.." Jason murmured, his breath mingling with yours as he drew closer, "but... I trust you too."

And in that moment, as the barriers between you fell away, you knew that your rivalry had blossomed into something beautiful—

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Idk if i hate or love this lmao .. anyways i hope u enjoyed <3

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I love jason sm omfgggggg

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Spring's Touch

Percy Jackson / daughter of persephone !

« omg can i request a percy x daughter of persephone reader who has a crush on percy and always puts flowers in percys hair bc percy reminds her of spring. And percy always gets flustered when she does it » requested ^ - ^

sorry for disappearing for a while lmao ..anyways i forgot how 2 write i hope thats okay ！！！！

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In the heart of Camp Half-Blood, where the scent of ambrosia lingers in the air and the sounds of laughter echo through the trees, you find solace in the presence of Percy Jackson. His courage and resilience are like beacons of hope in the darkness, guiding you through the trials and tribulations of demigod life.

But it's not just Percy's heroism that captures your heart; it's something deeper, something that stirs your soul and fills you with warmth whenever you're near him. There's a certain brightness to Percy, a vitality that reminds you of the vibrant colors of spring.

It's no wonder, then, that you've developed a habit of adorning Percy's hair with flowers – Each petal carefully selected, each bloom a testament to the depth of your affection for the demigod who has captured your heart.

One sunny afternoon, as you approach Percy with a bouquet of daisies and daffodils in hand, your heart flutters nervously in your chest. Will he appreciate your gesture, or will he find it odd?

With trembling hands, you gently tuck the flowers behind Percy's ear, your touch as soft as a whisper. His cheeks flush with color, a shy smile gracing his lips as he meets your gaze. Percy's eyes widen in surprise, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch the flowers.

"You... you put flowers in my hair?" Percy stammers, his voice filled with a mixture of confusion and flustered delight.

You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips. "I hope you don't mind. You just remind me so much of spring, Percy."

Percy's smile widens at your words, and for a moment, it feels as though the world has fallen away, leaving just the two of you amidst a sea of flowers.

[duskiers]

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[duskiers]

don’t marry him! percy jackson ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

aged up!percy jackson x fem!chase!reader

a love confession like amy and laurie’s from little women with percy and his best friend‘s, annabeth chase’s, sister.

genre; best friends to lovers

warnings; ooc!percy (?)

Percy Jackson had been your best friend since you were fourteen and you had to go with him and the hunters of Artemis on a quest to save Artemis and also your sister, Annabeth.

This was the start of your friendship and you had always thought he was kind of cute, well as cute as a fourteen year old boy going through puberty can be. But the closer you became, the stronger your feelings for him got, but you never said anything because you knew that Annabeth liked him and she was your sister.

Besides, you knew Percy liked Annabeth so he would never return your feelings for him.

Years went by with Percy still being your best friend. During the years, Percy and Annabeth had started dating but they broke up when they realized they were better off as friends. But when that happened, you were already dating someone else, someone who you thought was good enough to make you happy for the rest of your life.

Even though your feelings for him weren’t as strong as your feelings for Percy used to be.

Now you’re 25 and your boyfriend proposed to you. And you said yes.

When Percy heard about it, he felt like his world was crumbling down. You, the girl he had a crush on since he was twelve and saw her at Camp Halfblood for the first time was getting married.

For him it has always been you, but when he was seventeen, he decided to be stupid. He thought that you would never return his feelings, so he thought it was best to move on from you and soon he found himself in a relationship with Annabeth, your sister.

It didn’t take long for the both of them notice that they never really saw each other in a romantic way and decided to stay friends instead. But when they broke up Annabeth told him that she knew about his feelings for you and that you also return those feelings.

When Percy went to talk to you about it, it was already too late. You were in a relationship with someone else, someone else who was not him.

So when Percy heard about your engagement he knew he had to come and see you, he knew he had to speak now or he would loose his one chance of being with you.

You were at your apartment when he came knocking at your door like a mad man, luckily your fiancée was not home, he doesn’t like Percy very much. When you opened the door Percy was breathing heavily and staring at you with such an intensity in his eyes that you had to look to the ground to regain yourself again.

He still had that effect on you, even eleven years later.

“Don’t marry him.” He says.

Your heart drops.

A beat passes.

“What?”

Without your invitation he moved past you into your apartment. You couldn’t do anything but stare at the place he was just standing at, with your back now facing him.

Percy sighs and even though you can’t see it you know exactly the face he’s making right now, he has his eyes squeezed shut and his lips pressed tightly together.

“Don’t marry him.” He speaks again.

This time, you close the door and turn around to face him. Your heart beats so fast you’re afraid he can see it.

“Why?” You ask him, head tilted and eyes squinted so he wouldn’t see what he was actually making you feel, like you were fourteen and in love again. But he sees right through you, because he knows you.

He tilts his head, mimicking your expression, you know he has a habit of doing that, “You know why.”

You shake your head, “No I don’t.” You whisper out. But oh gods you do. You are staring directly into his eyes with such warmth that it makes him feel dizzy.

He stares back. “Yes you do.”

You shake your head once more, pressing your lips together, “No. No. You don’t get to do this to me. Not now.”

He takes a step closer, “Yes.”

You see his hand reaching out for you but you take a step back.

“No. Percy, you’re being mean. Stop it.” Your voice is barely a hoarse whisper and you feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You squeeze them shut so he wouldn’t see you cry. “You don’t get to say that. Not now. Not when I’m engaged damn it. Not when I’m finally happy.”

He brings his hand up to cup your cheek. “You’re lying and we both know it. I know you. I know you when you’re happy. Do you seriously want to spend the rest of your life with someone that only makes you half as happy as you deserve to be?”

You push his hand away and the tears start falling freely. “It’s better than not being happy at all. Gods. Percy you’re just lonely because you’re not with Annabeth, it’s okay to admit that, you don’t want me like that.”

“What? No you don’t get to say that. Not when I’ve been in love with you since you since we were twelve.”

You looked at him like a wounded animal. “Then why were you in a relationship with my sister? Huh? I always saw the way you looked at her, you’ve been in love with her since we were twelve.”

You let out a long sigh, and stare to the ground. "I have been second to Annabeth my whole life, in everything. I will not be second to her in this. And I won't be the person you settle for just because you can not have her.” You lift up your head, meeting his eyes.

“Please, y/n.” He pleads. “I’m in love with you, not with her. You won’t be second to her, because you’ve always come first for me.”

“Stop it. I won't. I can't do it, Percy. Not when I’ve spent almost my entire life loving you.” You turn around and open the door and mention for him to leave.

To your surprise he does without saying anything.

But when he’s out of the door, he turns to look you in the eyes one last time before he’s gone.

You’re dressed in all black and standing in front your fathers grave when Annabeth comes to stand next to you. It’s true, you’ve never had that much of a close relationship like the Stoll brothers for example, but you loved her dearly.

But even though, you’re only one year younger than her you can’t help but feel as though she is centuries older than you.

She has always been so much wiser than you, and that’s mostly because Athena is her mother and not yours, but she always knew things and she knew how to keep her emotions in check.

When you were younger, you were secretly jealous of her friendship with Percy and Grover. The three of them seemed so happy with each other, but you didn’t dare to talk to the three of them because you thought they didn’t want you in their group.

So you chose to watch them from afar.

And then your sister went missing and it felt like your whole world was caving in. So you went on a quest to save her and that’s when you really got to know Percy, and he became your best friend.

When Annabeth returned home, you two became a whole lot closer and soon you found yourself in their friend group.

“I’m going to miss him.” Annabeth’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Her voice is firm, yet gentle, like an older sisters voice is supposed to be and you want to cuddle into her and make her read her favorite book to you just like she did when you were kids.

Your lips tremble and your hand reaches for hers, “Yeah, me too.”

All of the sudden, Annabeth turns around to face you and she asks, “Why did you turn down Percy?”

“What?” You ask flabbergasted. “How do you know about that?”

She looks you in the eyes, “He told me. So why did you turn him down? I know about your feelings for him, and I know how he feels about you.”

“I was engaged Annabeth. Besides, he only wants me, because he can’t have you. And I’m not gonna go and play second choice just because he’s lonely.” You tell her, and try to avoid your gaze because you know, the second she looks you in the eyes it’s like she can see right through you.

“That’s not true.” She says.

“What?”

“That’s not true. Y/n, that boy has been in love with you since he saw you at Camp Halfblood for the first time. It’s always been you, and I’m not mad about that. Me and him were only together because we had been confused because of the war and all it’s losses.” She says that with so much honesty it makes you almost dizzy. “He loves you. And you’d be an idiot to turn him down when I know you feel the same. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have blown off your engagement.”

She leaves before you can say anything.

But you’re not alone for long, because Percy fills in the space where Annabeth was just standing.

You don’t look at him.

“I came as soon as I heard. I know I didn’t know your father very well, but I didn’t want you to be alone.” He says and you can feel his gaze burning into you.

“I’m not alone, I have Annabeth.” But you knew you also needed Percy, he was still your best friend after all.

Then it’s silent.

“He’s never gonna see me get married one day. He’ll never get to meet his grandchildren.” You manage to get out because suddenly your eyes were filled with tears again. “I’m gonna miss him so much.”

Without saying anything, he pulls you into a hug. And you let him. He smells like the ocean and also mint, he smells like home.

You pull away and he wipes the tears off your cheeks and with his hands.

You take a deep breath and say, “I’m not marrying him.”

He looks down at you, “Yeah, I heard about that.”

"And you don’t have to say anything or do anything. It just didn't feel right. We don't need to say anything.” You say before he can he can say anything.

But Percy interrupts you by putting his hands on your cheeks, pulling your face to his and laying his lips on yours.

You feel warm and fuzzy inside and it makes you feel like you’re thirteen with a crush again. The kiss is gentle, and you know he puts all his love and adoration for you into it and you return it with just as much love and emotion.

When you pull away for air, you’re both smiling from ear to ear.

“Gods, I love you so much.” He says before pulling you into another kiss. This time, it’s messy and full of smiles you can both barely contain but you wouldn’t have it any other way.