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hrtfelt7 · 5 months ago

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percy jackson x gn!reader (jen's airpods: birds of a feather by billie eilish)

warnings: angst with a happy-ish ending, nightmare, hurt/comfort, ptsd from tartarus, longish?? i put this together quite quickly so its kinda shitty 😓

Percy can’t quite remember the nightmare, but he can hear your scream, the sound so raw, so filled with terror, it cuts through him like a blade. He sees you falling- falling- into the abyss of Tartarus, your eyes wide, filled with a kind of fear that claws at his soul. Your gaze locks with his, desperate and pleading, and then... nothing.

He reaches for you. He tries to pull you back from the darkness, but his hands slip through empty air. He’s too late. Always too late. And just like that, you’re gone. He's lost you. Oh gods, he's lost you.

Percy's eyes snap open, his heart pounding in his ears. The sheets are cold, your side of the bed empty, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s caving in. His fingers stretch into the vacant space where you should be, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he desperately searches for your warmth.

But the bed is empty. Your gone.

"No... no, please, no..." His voice breaks, raw and hollow, like it’s being dragged from the deepest part of him. His vision blurs over, watercolour eyes spilling with tears as his hands curl into the sheets, fingers twisting as if he can pull you back, as if he can tear this nightmare apart. But it won't stop, it won't stop. He's sobbing, tears streaming down his face. He's lost you.

And then, the cabin door creaks open.

The soft sound cuts through the darkness. You step into the room, your figure bathed in the soft, golden light from the cabin's bathroom- Percy's shirt hanging off your shoulders, your eyes still half-lidded from sleep, unaware of how Percy's shattering, shattering into a million shards of fractured agony. But the moment your eyes meet his- wide, searching, filled with your quiet knowing, you don’t need words. You know. You don’t need anything but to be there. And you are.

In an instant, you’re by his side, your arms around him, pulling him towards you without a second thought. His hands are trembling as they clutch at you, as if holding you could somehow erase the terror that still clung to him. As if he could anchor himself to you.

"Speak to me, what happened?" Your voice is soft, laced with concern, but it’s the familiarity of your welcoming voice that tethers him back to reality. You hold him and you can almost feel the storm raging inside of him; a dam that's ready to explode, and then you feel his body tremble and for the first time tonight, it's not just from fear, but from the comfort of your presence as well.

Tears spill freely now, streaking down his face as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his arms shaking with the kind of desperation that only comes from fear—fear of losing you, fear of never getting you back. "You were gone," he gasps, his voice cracking, fragile, too broken to be held together. "You left me. I couldn’t—" His words falter, swallowed by the sobs that shake his frame. "You were gone."

For a long, aching moment, you don’t speak. You just hold him, feeling his heartbeat hammer against your chest, feeling the frantic, trembling rhythm of his agony as it pulses through the both of you. Your fingers weave into his messy hair, your touch slow, steady, as you kiss the top of his head, the salty tears on his cheeks, like you're binding him to you, with every breath, every touch. Because you never want to leave him.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You won’t lose me. I promise.” Your lips press soft kisses to his forehead, your hands tracing the lines of his jaw, grounding him in your presence like you’re the only thing real in a world that’s been swallowed by fear.

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes—his tear-soaked, broken eyes—and it nearly shatters you. Like he's been waiting for the moment that you'll leave him too. His tears ruin you, every single one is a blow to the chest, another strike, another stab. If you could bear half the scars that lay on his skin, the demons in his mind, you would. In a heartbeat.

“I’m right here,” you say softly, your voice unwavering. “Safe. And I always will be, as long as I'm with you.”

You feel his body loosen in your arms, and he can feel it—that weight lifting off his chest, just a little. His grip on you tightens, trembling, but it’s no longer fear clawing at him. It’s something else. Something softer. Something more fragile- intimate, that's between the two of you only.

“I love you,” he breathes, as your hands cradle his face, as you pull him back into the warmth of your arms. He's never letting you go. Because you are the only thing he can hold onto even when his world breaks apart. You murmur the words back at him, pressing a kiss to his temple, inhaling the smell of him; morning breeze, ocean spray and clean laundry.

You’re here. You’re safe. And for the first time in the entire night, Percy feels like he can finally breathe.

a/n: i actually love this boy with the whole of my heartt anyways this was my first time writing on here so tips would be very much appreciated. also the fic from the poll once the results come through will be posted in a day or two thank u all for being patient w me 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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