#i promise i’m feeling really super normal about how much percy loves his mom so so superrr normal <3

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percy knows full well that his mom is a queen among mortals and he will take every opportunity to make sure everyone else knows it too <3

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The Boyfriend Introduction

George Weasley x Reader

This is an entry for @wonderful-writer​ ‘s Ficmas Writing Challenge 

Prompts: “Exactly how many people did you invite over for Christmas dinner?”

Tropes No.6. There’s only one bed

Trope No.8. Snowed in

BG: Will George make a good first impression on your strict parents over Christmas Dinner? What happens when prying muggle relatives are added to the mix? No magic is allowed, and a heavy snowstorm trapped everyone inside. What was supposed to last a couple of hours had stretched overnight. Will your family approve of George? Or will he be trapped with people who dislike him for the night?

A/N: This took almost a month to write. Started this with my writing motivation streak on high. Then the burnout came, I could write nor even read. Now I’m slowly trying to get back into the mood. Yea I realized that it’s not super Christmasy. But I hope that you enjoy it all the same.

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>>>MASTERLIST<<<

‘Okay, you remember everything?’ You had just finish debriefing George on the what to expect when you arrive home later. What your parents likes and dislikes, what the home dynamic is, etcetera, brownie points to note to make sure he lands on your parent’s good side-you want your boyfriend’s first impression to be perfect!

‘Yes love, EVERYTHING. We’ve gone over this 3 times already, trust me it’s all up here’ George said, tapping a finger against his temple. ‘At this rate, I am more scared for them as it would be a total stranger knew everything about them!’ He pointed out.

‘Hey, you’re not a total stranger, they’ve met you before!’ You countered.

‘For only a couple of minutes, plus Fred was with us that time, I doubt they could have differentiated between us from that short time alone.’

Recalling back to the end of the summer holidays when your family had bumped into the Weasleys and Harry while school supplies shopping at Diagon Alley. You were just leaving of Flourish and Blotts while they were headed in. You had dropped your brand-new books and the twins had helped you pick them up. You had exchanged a quick thank you before hurried leaving to catch the bus back to muggle London.

Your parents had gratefully allowed you to spend the holidays at The Burrow, but only after they had met the boyfriend who you could never stop talking about. Majority of your letters back home consisted of gushing about how wonderful and sweet George is, so naturally your parents were curious and intrigued to finally meet this handsome fellow.

They had arranged for a Christmas Eve Dinner at home before you depart for The Burrow later in the evening.

‘You know, you still haven’t told me how you got your parents to let you spend the Christmas holiday with us.’ Quipped George. ‘I thought your dad was pretty strict.’ The Hogwarts Express had started slowing down, nearing its destination of Platform 9 ¾.

‘Yea but I guess it the real gamechanger was Mr.Weasley. The last I heard was that they started hanging out during breaks in the Ministry. It started out as a reconnaissance of some sort-the basic background check if the boy dating my daughter is good enough. Which then blossomed into friendship.’ You lean back against the train compartment window, giving him more space to reach up to the luggage rack overhead.

‘Really?’

‘Really.’

‘George! Y/n! Over here!’ Ginny yelled. She was standing near the trolleys, surrounded with a group of redheads.

Once you reached her, she wrapped you in a tight embrace. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

You chuckled, patting the girl’s shoulder. ‘Gin, I’m only be gone for a couple hours, we’ll be back by midnight.’

‘Yea, but til then I’ll be stuck with these dofusses.’ She winced, nodding towards the direction of her brothers.

‘Hey!’ exclaimed Ron.

Ignoring him, Ginny continued. ‘You know how time drags with these idiots. Why couldn’t I just come with?’

‘No you aren’t young lady.’ Stated Mrs.Weasley, making her way pass her children. ‘This is a very important occasion, meeting the parents. George has to make a good impression to y/n parents.’  She turned to the younger twin, hands on her waist. ‘So. NO funny business okay? I expect you to be on your best behaviour.’ She warned.

George raised 3 fingers up. ‘Yes ma’am. I promise.’

Mrs Weasley knew that despite George’s playful response, would keep this promise. Afterall she knew her children at heart. Recognises George’s coping tactics for nerves is through humour.

‘Alright then. I’ll see you later.’ Hugging you then her son. ‘Oh before I forget, we’ll take your luggage back with us so that it’ll be easier for you to get home. Fred! Percy! Come help me with these!’

‘Thank you Mrs.Weasley for-‘

‘Molly dear, call me Molly. I’ve known you for years now, you’re basically part of the family.’

You can feel your face warm up. ‘Thanks…Mrs…. I mean Molly for everything.’

‘No worries dear. Just be careful, I heard that it’ll snow more later.’

‘We will Mum.’ Replied George, placing a kiss on her check. ‘Don’t worry.’

You held your hand out to George. ‘Ready for your first ever ride on a muggle double decker bus?’

‘Oh yes.’ He nodded, interlocking his hands with yours.

~

‘Mum! I’m home!’ You shake off the snow that had stuck onto your boots before entering.

‘In here Dumpling!’ said a distant voice.

‘Dumpling huh?’ George teased; a smirk plastered on his face.

You were glad to see him calm down. ‘yea yea.’

‘Care to tell me why?’

‘Nope. Now get your butt in here.’

The house though small is full of life. Walls are lined with picture frames of the family together and along the hallway are frames of each member throughout the years.

You follow the fragrant smell of citrus in the air coming from the kitchen.

You head towards the opened refrigerator. ‘Merry Christmas Eve Mum!’ You greeted but were surprised to see someone else. ‘Dad! What are you doing here?’

‘What do you mean? It’s MY house!’ He resorted, taken aback.

‘You know what I mean.’

‘They let us off early in the Ministry.’

‘He means he left early’ Chimed your mother.

‘Perks of being the head of the department.’ He says nonchalantly, releasing you from a airtight embrace.

Your eyes light up. ‘You got the promotion?’ You asked, your father standing proud with a dazzling smile. ‘Congratulations Dad!’

‘Now now, this evening is not about me.’ His eyes dart to the tall boy behind you. The boy whose face showed apparent awkwardness during the mini intimate family catch up. ‘I don’t believe we’ve formally met. y/f/n yf/l/n.’ Extending his hand.

‘george..’ George cleared his throat. ‘George Weasley ,Sir. Pleasure to meet you Sir.’  George wondered if his hand had sweat more, feeling that your father was gripping his tight. Before his mind were to go down that rabbithole, he turned to your mother. ‘M’am..’

‘No please, call me y/m/n.’ Your mother insisted. ‘It’s nice to finally meet you George, we’ve heard so much about you.’ She leaned in close, whispering. ‘Between you and me, most of our dumpling’s letters here are about you!’ She looks over her shoulder to make sure, they aren’t overheard. Thankful you are preoccupied with dad. ‘It’s great to finally have a face to the name!’ Taking a more solemn tone she continued. ‘Listen you take good care of her okay, she doesn’t let anyone in her emotions easily, so you must be special.’

Just as fast as it came, she was back to normal. George would have thought that he imagined that whole exchange if it weren’t from the gleam in your mother’s eyes.

‘Right then.’ She clapped her hands together. ‘y/f/n, my love. Why don’t you give George here a tour of the house. Then help y/n and I when you’re done.’

‘On it my love.’ Your father replied, pecking your mother’s cheek. ‘George! I’m told you love inventing, so why don’t we start on with my study, I bet there’s a lot of things you’d find interesting.’ Said your father, leading George up the kitchen and up the stairs.

Once they rounded out the corner, your mother was instantly at your side, bumping your hips. ‘He seems like a nice boy. Quieter than I expected.’

‘Yea, He’ll get into the zone later.’ You noted. ‘Give him time and when he’s comfortable, he’ll be more like himself. He’ll really nervous, that’s all.’

‘I know.’

That made curious. ‘You know?’

‘Oh yess.’ Your mother sighed. ‘Your father had that exact same face when he first went to meet Grannie and Grandpops.’

‘Really?’ How had she never shared this story before?

‘umm hmm’ She reminisced. ‘It’s good that his reaction is like that. It shows that one’s scared and anxious, wanting to impress and give a good first impression.’

When she saw how lost you look, she held your chin up, elaborating. ‘It means that he cares. That it’s a big important deal, meeting the parents.’

~

It’s been a hour already since your father had dragged George off, to what you believe as a house tour disguised as a boyfriend interrogation. Truth be told you were scared out of your mind, you never had brought home a boy before so you didn’t know what to expect, this is unknown territory.

The growing sounds of footsteps and…laughter? Surely that was a good sign.

‘Woah that is a lot of food. Exactly how many people did you invite over for Christmas dinner?’ George had come up behind you, with a hand on your lower back- touchy as if warming up and testing the waters on how much physical touch he could get away with, with your parents in the room.

‘A lot.’ You replied, angling up to poke his cheek. ‘You’re not the only one with a big family, Weasley’

‘I thought you were only 4 of you?’

‘well, my mom’s side of the family is coming.’ You explained, counting them on your fingers. ‘So that’s includes my grandparents, aunts and uncles and their family-my cousins.’

‘why only your mom’s side?’ George was genuinely confused, isn’t Christmas all about getting together with family?

You chuckled. ‘oh it’s a funny story actually…’

‘More like an almost disastrous story.’ Cut in your father. ‘See my brother is a lightweight but every Christmas he tries to outdrink himself. And one Christmas, things…..got out of hand.’

When your father didn’t explain more, your mother further clarified, taking pity on George’s ever more puzzled look. ‘Long story short, he end up doing magic infront of my family specifically changed into his Animagus form it would be easy to say he just disappeared behind the couch if his animal form was small but his was a tiger- so harder to cover up.’

‘Dad ultimately had to obliviate 7 people’s memories of the past hour. From then on, for long holidays we separate the family into magic vs muggles.’

‘SO remember NO magic!’ Announced your dad. ‘Tonight, we act as Muggles, no magic at all cost. We won’t wanna risk Ministry intervention.’

~

The early Christmas dinner had gone in a blur, the food was quickly devoured by the table of 15. Yes that’s right, 15. Normally the dinner table could expand to accommodate 6 people, but thanks to transfiguration, your father had lengthen it to fit the then arriving guest.

In addition to enjoying the food, your relatives had seized the time to pry into your love life in between bites. The previous years’ answer of “I don’t have a boyfriend” followed by their unwanted input about what you’re doing wrong, was obviously not applicable.

So you ended up being interrogated by your aunt on your right, while George, who was sitting on your left was being questioned by your grandfather.

‘Gee is that the time! We better get going, maw come on dear we don’t want to be caught out of the road by the snowstorm.’ Your grandfather said, helping your grandmother up from her seat. ‘Get the car ready, Finn.’

At that, everyone began to get pack up. Usually you would all stay up for more talks, but under the threat of a looming snowstorm, it was better to be safe than sorry.

~

‘Alright dumpling, got everything?’ Your mother wondered, straightening up your coat.

‘Yup’ You replied, all snuggled up. You didn’t bother telling her that the coat wasn’t necessary as you would be apparating back to the Burrow- you knew how much she hated the tension apparition causes to one’s temples.

‘George..’ She said, now moving towards the quiet young man who had once again caught himself a bit out of place in such an intimate family moment. ‘It was really nice to meet you; I do hope that we would get to see you most often now that y/n has formally introduce us.’ She pulled him into a motherly hug. ‘You take care of my dumpling, or else… you’d find out what muggle parents do to those who hurt their children, and I warn you, you magic folks don’t know what’s coming.’

The final warning came and went, and George managed to utter. ‘I promise.’ Before your father came into view, looking more unreadable and stricter than their introductions earlier in the day.

George was terrified, he had thought that things had gone well, surely they had bonded over the guide house tour. Might had he said something wrong during dinner, Grandpa y/l/n sure did ask a lot of questions. George mentally recalled the past couple of hours, where could this all gone sideways.

To his surprise he was greeted with an outstretched hand. ‘You’re a good lad, George.’ Remarked your father, ‘Oh and you can call me y/f/n.’

Both your and George’s eyes go wide.

‘Thank you, sir! I mean…’ George was still nervous, a part of him thinking that this was a secret test. ‘y/f/n, sir. Thank you’ Tried George, the tips of his ears red.

Your father chuckled at the hesitant boy, ‘In time you will get the hang of that’ He turned to you. ‘That is.. if y/n is willing to for us to join you two in the future. The dinner might have frightened you off, sorry for that.’ Your father wrapped an arm around your mother, ‘Perhaps the next time could be with MY side of the family…’

At that moment the doorbell rang.

‘Now who could that be?’ Voiced your mother. ‘Mum, Dad!’

‘Bad News dearie, Roads and Highways are closed for the night-Too much snow.’ Explained your grandfather, barging into the warm house. ‘We’ll have to stay the night.’

‘Uh! George my boy, you are still here! Great! Pa look who it is!’ Cheered your grandfather, pinching his arm (His cheeks were too high up to reach).  Leaving George’s right sleeve with specks of melting snow. ‘Though I am afraid we would get to chatting in the morning, sleep is calling me.’

But before George would reply that he wouldn’t be here in the morning, your father interjected. ‘Yes yes of course, the guestroom is ready as always. Have a good night’s rest nannie.’ Looking past her to the doorway he shouted. ‘Finn you can take the couch, we’ll give you some blankets in a sec.’

He gestured for you both to follow him into the dinning room. You quickly followed suit, panicking as to how in the world could you apparate to the burrow while presenting a valid reason to your grandparents in 2 young person’s disappearance overnight when the is a heavy snowstorm raging on.

‘I wouldn’t suggest apparating tonight’ He huffed. ‘Unless of course if you don’t mind popping back in again tomorrow morning.’

You shook your head. You were not an earlier riser, besides spending the night in the burrow when had to be back home first thing would be wise, you would be just exhausting yourself.

‘Good. I’ll notify Arthur of our situation. Now unto the other thing….’ He raised a brow at George. ‘Since that the spare room and the couch are taken, it would be rude to ask a guest to rest in a more comfortable place..’

You internally groaned, you kinda had an idea where this conversation was headed to but gosh was it in the parents handbook to deliver to so awkwardly?

‘…you are bot old enough and trust both of you. So, George if you don’t mind, you would be spending the night in y/n’s room.’

You dared risked a quick glance at your boyfriend and you could tell that he was trying not to smirk.

George in fact was trying his best not to smile, biting the insides of his cheek to stop himself.

‘So no funny business.’

‘Yes Sir.’ George didn’t dare call him, y/f/n. Not at this moment, even if he was granted the permission.

~

‘So….This is me.’ Presenting your room. ‘It’s not much, but-‘

‘It’s beautiful.’ George cut you off. There wasn’t much going on, seeing that you spend majority of the year in Hogwarts and only a month or two at home. A single bed next to the window overlooking the road, a small desk, a wardrobe with a mirrored door and 2 bookshelves. Plain white walls decorated with a small makeshift photo wall of your most cherished memories.

Spotting the photos next to your bookshelf, he chortled.  ‘It’s really sweet of you, I feel honoured.’ He turned to you. ‘But this one? Seriously??!!?’ Pointing at the photograph.

It was of the yule ball. The relationship wasn’t official yet, it was still teetering on the side of best friends but with something more or so Fred calls ‘Y/n and George’s Era of Mutual Pining’.

The shot was of you in your gown, not so elegantly piggybacking on George, who was mid fall. Despite it all, you were both laughing your heads off. Ginny had taken that picture with your muggle camera. Something about it being developed as a standstill compared to the moving wizard photos adds charm to it, further highlighting such a moment.

‘I for one love it.’ You declared, leaning your head on his shoulder.

‘We do look nice together.’ He teased. ‘But gosh that is a bit unflattering, don’t you think? It looks like we’re drunk!’

‘Drunk on love you mean.’ Nudging his side. ‘Though we haven’t admitted it then.’

George squinted closer, ‘Wait a minute! It’s not moving!’

‘Yup, don’t want any muggle walking in a moving photo. But more importantly, it’s forever captures the moment of ‘I am in love with my best friend, a person who would never let me fall.’

‘Expect to fall in love, with your truly.’

‘Exactly.’ In moments like these, where no one else in the room, does George lets his sappy cheesy side on full blast and you love it. It’s as if a top-secret surprise that is for your eyes only.

‘Now come to bed with me.’ You reach for his hand, dragging him to your tiny bed. ‘I’m tired’

‘Love as much as I want to, I don’t think we’d fit.’ Eyeing the bed. ‘One of us will fall off- most probably me.’

Taking one of you pillows he said ‘ I’ll just lay down here.’

‘Nuh uh, not in my house. You are my boyfriend and my guest! No way am I letting you sleep on the floor!’ You argued. ‘Come cuddle with me, pleaseeeeeeee’ Giving him your best pout. ‘We have had any alone time, the whole day! Pleaseeeee babe! ’

George shook his head, knowing that the was no way that he could ever say ‘NO’ to you. He did miss his girl and after an exhaustive day practically being interrogated by multiple family member, he was grateful to finally spend time with you. ‘Alright.’ Giving into your request. ‘Scoot over and let me engulf you into a world of softness.’

Your head was resting on George’s chest, bopping along with his each intake of breath. The snow outside is still pouring but the all the noise is silenced as you focus in his heartbeat.  Tilting up slightly you pipped. ‘You comfortable Georgie?’

George wrapped his arms around you tighter. ‘I’m good anywhere with you.’ He placed a final kiss on your forehead before exhaustion take you both away to dreamland.

~

Bonus:

The sun had come up, casting a warm glow onto the white blanked pavement.  

Still drained from the day before, neither of you had woken up to your bedroom door opening.

‘Merry Christmas Y/n dearie! Nannie has bought you your favourite hot choco—’  Your grandmother stopped in her tracks upon seeing 2 angels tangled together with smiles etched on their sleeping faces. Reminding her of own younger days.

She leaves the mug on your desk, quietly shut the door. Once out on the hallway, she quickly makes her way to her husband, eager to tell him what he just saw and excited to come up with more questions they could interrogate George with-only the best for their granddaughter!

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[the-ghost-king]

you have any nico headcanons where he’s ftm trans but then realizes he’s also nonbinary (he/they/she)? just struggling with gender identity lately ig.

Alright, anon, I hope these help you some, my gender has been rather ~~~ lately, if that makes any sense... I would also like to remind everyone to bind safely and if you need resources on how to safely bind without a binder feel free to reach out to me:

Nico always just knew he was a boy, dresses were a no-go, couldn't stand to wear anything that wasn't undeniably boys clothes

In the beginning Maria thought maybe it was just a texture problem, but when Nico was three she came home to see him cutting all of his hair off she knew it was deeper

This is why they ended up moving to America eventually, Maria decided that if they started over then Nico would be able to be himself

Bianca named him on the way over, she liked the name because they were "winning" by leaving Italy

Nothing really signifigant happens in regards to Nico and his gender through this point, he is able to play freely with other boys, and he goes to school with them and such

The same in the Lotus Hotel, nothing signifigant

When he and Bianca go to Westover Nico is kind of scared the whole time, because he is worried about being "caught", changing for afterschool soccer games and having communal shower spaces at the school is difficult for him to feel comfortable

He usually tries to shower late at night or early in the morning when nobody is around, and that works out okay for him

His chest starts developing around this point and he freaks out, he has no clue how to hide it or how to deal with the new stress

He ends up trying to find Bianca one day, and they do all sorts of crazy stuff to see if they can help, eventually they figure out how to use a piece of cloth they sew together

When Nico ends up at camp alone without Bianca, there's the problem once again of communal showers and they're rarely ever empty

This is how he befriends the Stolls

At some point the pair of them notice Nico is weirdly panicky about the bathrooms so they go stand outside and keep people out when Nico's in there... It's honestly how they perfect their pranking techniques

When Nico runs away from camp upset, just the day before his binder had quit fitting and he had been upset by that because he had to make a binder again

Although his sister dying pushed all other thoughts out of his head, the emotions from previous events were still leftover

This is why he buys his jacket TM, because the layers help hide his chest more and the weight is comfortable

At some point during the Labrynth he ends up binding with ace bandages (AN: Don't do this)

He also starts his period at some time around this point and kind of freaks out "oh no" and it's not entirely that his period bothers him, but more so that he just doesn't know how he's supposed to hide it

He also realizes at some point around here that he likes Percy, which makes him feel odd and more freaked out

He's struggling because "boys are supposed to like girls" and also he's struggling because if most boys oon't have periods and he does... why doesn't his bother him?

Despite Nico himself being trans, he doesn't have the vocabulary to describe anything he's going through, and he doesn't know there's other trans people, or even queer people of any sort

So he sort of begins to question "am I really a boy?" but there's so much going on in the world and he's got so much to do, so he can't really devote much time to thinking about it

Everything continues about canonically until he's in the jar after Tartarus

During a fight with a monster or something he was knocked over, and combine this with the fact that Nico was binding with ace bandages, he definitly breaks a rib

Which makes breathing with little air a lot harder

Eventually he's saved and through ambrosia and nectar Nico manages to heal his ribs a little

He isn't able to bind that whole time though, so he does his best to keep away from The Seven

After Cupid outs him to Jason, Jason asks a few days later if he wants to talk about it, at first Nico is like "no go away I don't like you don't talk to me"

But eventually he opens up to Jason, because Jason was like "I'm sorry you had to do that I promise I won’t tell anyone and if you want to talk we can talk"

Anyhow eventually Nico kind of just breaks down and he's like "I don't know if I'm a boy or a girl? I think I used to be a girl, but now I am a boy and I don't really remember how it happened” or something similar

It takes Jason a moment but eventually he’s like “Oh you’re trans?”

And Nico;s like “heh? What’s that?

And so him and Jason talk, but Jason is only kind of well versed in this topic, so he only covers “basic” MtF and FtM transition because he doesn’t really know enough about other genders to feel comfortable explaining it

And Nico’s like “there’s people? Out there?? Like me??” and he’s just Happy Nico ™

Nico is like “and there are people like me who like boys?”

And Jason is like “Yeah totally!” but internally he’s like (I think so??)

Anyhow Nico feels a little better, but he doesn’t feel perfect, he’s still struggling a little bit internally to recognize that there’s other people like him and he’s not wrong for being him

Anyhow, Jason doesn’t know enough about this stuff to know binders exist, Jason just has a little bit of secondhand information from tv shows and from being from California… He promises he’ll look into various things more when he’s back at camp or has decent access to internet

On Nico’s quest with Reyna and Hedge he obvious evaporates Bryce, and Reyna and Hedge find out

They find out he’s gay as in canon, but they realize he’s trans when caking him in mud

Hedge just goes into dad mode about the situation and is like “son”, “sport”, “kiddo”, “my male child” etc

Reyna knows a little more about trans stuff than Jason, but she’s kind of in the same “ehhh I’m not really sure of a few things” boat, but she’s supportive and she’s like “I will beat anyone who gives you a dirty look up so fast”

Eventually they get to camp, and all that happens

Three days in the infirmary happens, and basically Nico has to tell Will for medical reasons that he’s trans because Nico needs stitches or something

Anyhow Will is like “Oh yeah cool me too, can you take your binder off now?”

And Nico is like “heh???”

Anyhow Will finds out Nico is binding with ace bandages and he’s like “no, don’t do that” and then he goes and finds a proper binder in Nico’s size which he gives to him after his stay is up

When they befriend one another they have a short conversation about gender and Will is discussing like gender theory 101 type stuff, and he’s like “wait why dont you know this- oh yeah you’re from the thirties- wait do you even know what nonbinary means??”

And Nico is just staring at Will like he has three heads for the whole conversation

So Will teaches Nico about gender and pronouns, and gender presentation vs gender identity, etc

And so Nico goes “wait so there are people like me who are also gay?”

And Will is like “I like boys and girls and everything in between so yeah”

And the whole enby thing doesn’t really stick with Nico at that point he’s just like “hmm interesting, so testosterone?”

It’s just not his biggest concern, he’s just happy to know there are in fact others like him, and no he’s not crazy for not being dysphoric over his period, and that’s normal too

And he’s just like “oh so that’s top dysphoria?”

And Will is like “yeah :/”

“Oh :/”

“Mhmm :/”

Anyhow they become like good friends and they start dating sort of on accident, like they’re too close to just argue they’re friends anymore, and at some point Will just shows Nico how to give him a T shot and it’s like chill, they’re chill

Anyhow one day someone is kind of confused by Nico’s gender so they use the word “they” and it makes Nico really happy for some reason, so he goes back to Will and he’s like “tell me about this whole nobinary thing again?”

And Will is like “yes absolutely”

And Nico goes “I think I might be nonbinary can we try new pronouns?”

And so they go through all sorts of new pronouns, and Nico decides he still likes he/him but he also likes they/them and xer/xem… They likes she/her too but Nico finds it too uncomfortable sometimes because it reminds him of dysphoria

Nico decides xyr uncomfortable with using she/her but they like using female gendered terms so he does that

(Listen, I know Will saying “this is my boyfriend” was a big moment but Will calling Nico his “wife” is 10/10)

Nico’s friends are all super supportive and they do their best to learn more about gender and such things in order to better support and care for Nico

They all use different pronouns for xem and some people alternate pronouns too, but Nico knows that takes more practice

But it’s just like good and positive in Nico’s life

And he begins to play with fashion a lot and xe finds out xyr love of skirts with tights and combat boots because it’s 10/10 the best fashion

Nico also loves their big jackets and they just looks so comfy all the time everyone is like “I want to be him” and Nico grows their hair out long again, and gets his ears pierced and xe’s just a nonbinary fashion icon

They are just so cool once they figure out gender more and Nico’s just happy to play around with xyr gender and he just enjoys it

Will doesn’t play around with gender so much, he’s 100% a binary trans guy but T helped make him comfortable enough in his femininity to wear skirts a little bit on the occasion (Will in a cat maid dress 10/10), but heels and skinny jeans for some reason are still big dysphoria triggers for him so he does have some limits on what he’ll wear

Will gets top surgery when he’s like 17 because Naomi is an extremely supportive parent

So that’s how Nico meets Will’s mom and she’s like “it’s so nice to finally meet you!” and Naomi just immediately falls in love with xem and Will is like “I know they’re amazing”

And Nico is just really supportive and they sort of role reverse and Nico plays nurse while Will recovers from top surgery and they has to like brush his teeth and stuff

The experience (despite the fact that Will had an easier recovery) assures Nico in how much he wants top surgery, and he’s sad he’ll have to wait another year until he’s 18 to get it done

Anyhow Hades finds out and agrees to sign the wavers, so once Will is healed up enough to wear he can put his own clothes on and stuff, Nico decides to go through with xyrs own top surgery then too

Reyna comes to help Will take care of Nico, and Jason does too

Originally Will was supposed to help more with Nico’s care but he wasn’t able to do as much as he thought so they had to phone their friends

Eventually they both heal up really well and they’re happy to be done with that

Nico spends time debating testosterone, while Will spends time debating lower surgery

During this time Nico starts art school and Will starts medical school

Meeting more nonbinary people makes Nico feel at home and he determines that xe doesn’t want to go on testosterone but it’s still a maybe in the future

Will however decides he does want lower surgery, so Will and Lou Ellen decide to get lower surgery together as friends so they can share in the pain (Lou Ellen is a trans woman as far as I’m concerned this is canon)

Nico takes some time off to do school from home so he can help the two of them, and Naomi comes to live with them as well for a bit

Will and Nico both finish school eventually and they decide to adopt trans kids to help them out more

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy all of that anon! I'm all ideaed (idea-ed??) out and so I hope this is at least similar to what you were looking for, and this is helpful with your dysphoria somewhat <3

[fangirlings-things]

Forbidden to Kill

• Fandom: Percy Jackson

• Pairing: Luke Castellan x reader

• Word count: 1.9K

• Summary: when you and your adoptive brother Percy arrived at Camp Half Blood, you did not expect yourself to fall for the friendly son of Hermes

gif is not mine

→ this was requested by @actyourownfandom-23 I loved this idea, and it turned to be quite longer than I expected it to. I really liked this piece so let me know what your thoughts are. Hope you like it, love, I did my best 💕

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“Are you ready for the game tonight?” Percy’s tone was incisive, thoughtful. You could see in his face that he, didn’t seem ready at all.

You understood his nervousness. This would be both of your first times in a game of capture the flag. First time carrying around swords, shields and fighting other students instead of answering a task in class. It had been almost a week ever since you and Percy had arrived at Camp Half Blood. Since Grover had revealed himself to be a satyr and his mother and your adoptive mother, Sally, had died.

You still perfectly picture the look in Quiron's face when he explained to the both of you (already having revealed himself as a centaur) that Sally had for accident or not, decided to adopt a demigod, that being you. It was obvious that he did not believe at all that it had been a coincidence. What were the changes? In his mind, whomever was Percy’s father had known about you and after unknown events, had asked Sally to take care of you. Perhaps he could even be your father, but from another relationship. You wished it wasn’t true, that he hadn’t ask Sally Jackson to raise the child of another woman with the man she loved. You really hoped he didn’t. Or, you could have a mother. You never knew any family expect Sally and Percy. So, yeah, it could be pretty much anyone.

After all those days, exactly nothing had changed since your arrival. You both still felt like outsiders, sleeping in Hermes's Cabin and trying to get used to the Camp’s activities while not being claimed for any of the Gods. Luckily for the both of you, you guys had Grover and Luke to look after you.

Luke. The thought of him made you sight as you suddenly remembered to nod your head in answer to Percy’s question. The son of Hermes had been nothing but attentive and a friend ever since Quiron had asked him to help you both get settled. He had given you both a place to sleep, invited you to sit by his side at dinner and even helped you both to train a bit, to get ready for the game. He was a nice person and you did not fail to notice, that he was also beautiful.

“Good for you” Percy said, elbows on his knees as you both sat together in the grass close to the strawberry fields. “I feel like my head in going to blow up every time I think about someone attacking me with a sword”

“Think about the bright side of this, Percy” you turned your head to him and raised your eyebrows as you smiled. “There is no permission to kill”

“Oh, thanks, (Y/N), that’s incredibly comforting” Percy rolled his eyes at you as you laughed hard because of the annoyed expression on his face.

“It should be” the sound of that voice made both you and Percy turn to look at behind you both, from where Luke came. You thought that he looked beautiful as usual, with his bright hair and that curious scar running along his features. It wasn’t ugly at all, it made him Luke even more interesting. “It makes a great difference, to know that the sons of Ares are forbidden to kill you”

“See? I told you” you said to Percy and for a brief moment, he seemed calmer. Then you turned to Luke, eyes meeting in a way that almost took your breath away. His eyes were intense, filled with life. There was something in them… so attractive. “We will fight with you, right?”

“Of course, darling” Luke smiled, in that mischievous way you had noticed that all the sons of Hermes’s had. “Thought I would not protect you?”

“And who’s going to protect me?” Percy asked, frowning as he watched the exchange of glances between you both. He knew you better than anyone in the world. He was your brother. Maybe not in blood, but in absolutely everything else. You knew there would be just a short amount of time before he realized how you felt about Luke.

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Whomever was your divine mother or father, you cursed them in that moment. They had abandoned you and apparently, left you with a scent that would attract monsters towards you every time they were near. Amazing. And as if that wasn’t enough, because of that scent you had to drop high school and live in that violent Camp of demigods and learn how to fight for your life. Super cool, right? Wrong.

Within fifteen minutes into the game of capture the flag you had lost sight of Percy and Luke, after a vicious attack of some of the son’s of Ares. Two of them had attacked you at the same time, even though Luke screamed for them to give you a break because you were knew.

You had even managed to take a few right swings with your sword like Luke had thought you, but they were too good. One of them cut your leg deeply and you only managed to run away unstably because Percy suddenly burst on top of them, probably encouraged by your wound.

You had ran and ran, and ran. Only stopped when you could no longer hear the sounds of battle anywhere near you. With pain irradiating from your leg in sharp stings, you sat yourself down with your back against a big tree. Looking down, vision clouded because of the pain and the darkness of the night, you managed to see that your jeans had been torn apart and your leg was exposed. Blood ran down it, in an amount that you thought that for certain meant something really not good.

You tried to get up, but quickly realized you couldn’t because as soon as you put pressure on that leg, you lost balance and fell right back with your back hitting the tree and making you gasp in pain. You could feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, as blood continued to leave the wound. Taking a deep breath, you tore a piece of your shirt apart and wrapped it around the wound, trying to stop the blood flow. It held, surprisingly.

You just stayed there, trying to normalize your breathing and remain calm even though you failed at it.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your name being called out of the sudden, echoing through the woods of the Camp. “(Y/N)!”

“I-I’m here!” you said as loud as you could, eyes closed and head laid back into the tree for saving energy. Honestly, you didn’t even if they, whomever that was, had heard you until footsteps approached you in a rush.

“Hi, darling” you recognized his voice in the same instant and opened your eyes. Luke. He smiled at you, probably trying to give you some comfort as he lowered himself inti the grass to be right in front of you. He inspected your face, hand going up to caress your cheek before his eyes went down towards your leg and he saw the poor bandage you had made. It made him smile even brighter. “Good call, love” the pet names would have made you blush you weren’t so weak.

“Percy” you mumbled, worried about him as Luke raised you in his arms, one hand below your legs and the other supporting your back, like you weighted nothing at all.

“He is fine, don’t worry. I left him with two of my sisters. They’re good fighters, so he’ll be safe. Now, let’s get you to the infirmary. You have to be taken care of”

With the slow swing of your body being carried by his as he walked, you felt good. In Luke’s arms, all thoughts escaped your mind and you blacked out.

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“How are you feeling?” Percy squeezed your hand in his. You had just awakened and found him sitting by your bed, smiling tenderly. He looked fine, certainly not hurt like you and it relieved you Although, there was something else behind his smile. Something you failed to identify as displeasure or satisfaction. From the corner of your eye, you could the sunlight coming into the infirmary and indicating that it was already morning.

“I could be better” you shrugged a bit and pulled yourself up just enough to sit on the bed. You frowned at him. “What is it you’re not telling me?”

“I got claimed last night, close to the end of the game” he said, and the tone on his voice still not helped you understand how he felt about that. “My father is Poseidon”

“Percy, that’s incredible!” you said, trying to encourage him to be happy. You knew what was going on his mind. Why did you abandon me and mom? Why did you not stay or showed up to tell me this yourself? “I am happy for you. I really am”

“I have to go, Quiron made promise I would let him know when you woke up. I’ll come back later, ok?” you nodded and then he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Love you, sister” he winked playfully and then walked out of the infirmary.

“You’re right, you know. You could definitely be better” Luke approached your bed, coming from one of the corners of the room. He probably had been expecting Percy to leave to speak alone with you. Why, you had no idea, but you liked it. He sat at your bed like Percy had before, close enough for you to be able to that he had a purple mark on his cheek that you were pretty sure wasn’t there before you blacked out.

“What happened to your face?” you raised your hand and touched it with your fingertips gently. He got your hand in his, taking it away from the mark.

“Let’s just say those sons of Ares got what they deserved” he said, expression incredibly calm, like he hadn’t just admitted to get into a fight because of you.

“Luke, you shouldn’t have!” you told him, even though you could feel your body a little bit warmer by the thought of him defending you like that.

“Of course I did, those idiots shouldn’t have attacked you. They have been training for three years already and you have for just a week. Was unfair, even Quiron said so” he squeezed your hand in his and sighted heavily, eyes going to the floor for a moment. “They only did it because of what you mean to me”

“W-what?” you couldn’t help but stutter. What had he meant with that?

“Did Percy tell you he got claimed?” Luke asked, completely changing the subject. You thought about insisting, but after having being saved by him, you came to the conclusion that give him some space was more than fair.

“I’m happy for him” you said, honestly. “But now… I feel like I’m the only outsider here”

“Your mother or father will claim you soon” he squeezed your hand again, making you look him in the eye. “Trust me, don’t worry about it” you nodded, smiling. You knew he was just trying to comfort but still, it felt good. “And also, as long as you don’t get claimed, you’ll be able to sleep close to me in my father’s cabin. Isn’t that great?”

You laughed at that, and he also did. Looking into Luke’s eyes in that moment, you realized that after last night, your feelings had just gotten greater and stronger. You liked Luke, really did.

And for whatever reason, the sons of Ares thought that Luke liked you too.

[misterewrites]

Annabeth and the First Date

Hello everyone! E here hoping you are all staying safe and sound among these trying times. Remember to take care of yourself and others. 

I’m back with a collab! WOO! My good friend @hains-mae and I have teamed up to bring you some good times and what better way to celebrate the very conflicted feelings I have about Percy Jackson being made by Disney (Looks at the Artemis Fowl Trash fire) then by writing about it!

So we kinda just threw whatever at the AU wall to see what we wanted to do and we both settled on this college style au. It’s not completely fleshed out but the idea I have is everyone are still demigods and they still get trained but they don’t really go on quests or fight monsters until they’re 18 years old because the monsters get more of a challenge and street cred than just killing children. Yeah we just wanted to do a college style au.

So this story is Annabeth’s first date. She’s 17, in college and doesn’t know Percy but they both know Grover. I like to think that Camp Halfblood is still a thing and she’s been training since she was a child like canon but in that one year in between coming of age and not being a target, a lot of demigods go to school as a last taste of normalcy and maybe to get motivation not to die. 

Yeah we just went for it.

So Percy and Annabeth of 17 and they don’t know each other. They haven’t done their first quest.

so enjoy! stay safe, social distance, masks! not optional and I’ll see you soon with the next one. Have a great week everyone!

17 year old Annabeth Chase was not happy with her most recent life choice.

She would’ve scolded herself for using less than stellar vocabulary but between being seated alone amid a sea of smiling, joyful couples and her date now officially 30 minutes late with no word of his arrival, she was not in a great mood.

“Go on a date they said” She mockingly murmured under her breath “It’ll be fun they said. You need to get your head out of a book, it’s not healthy.”

Annabeth scoffed: How was reading a book not fun? Her mother, Athena, prided herself on knowledge. Knowledge was the single most important foundation in life and with knowledge all things were possible.

She grimaced as she blew a strand of her curly blonde hair out of her face, disliking the increasing embarrassment she felt about being stood up.

Her mistake was putting too much faith in the Aphrodite dorm rooms. The self proclaimed matchmakers had been hounding her relentlessly since the first week of college and while she had done a fantastic job avoiding their interest (if she says so herself), eventually they set their efforts upon her single life.

“Shouldn’t have caved” Annabeth frowned as she rubbed her arm awkwardly.

She could’ve outlasted them. The librarian already banned the lot of them from the library and Annabeth knew plenty of secluded spots where no one could find her for hours. Admittedly, though, it was getting more difficult when they began ambushing her in pairs: Outside her dorm, outside her classes, in the cafe where she loved to study. For people who never once did their homework or cared about things outside love, they were surprisingly vicious.

One date. That’s the agreement she negotiated with them though she could tell behind their wide smiles they were planning on multiple suitors in case this one did not work out.

“I didn’t even want to go on this stupid date.”

Annabeth sighed, unable to hide the disappointment.

Despite her better judgment, she actually was looking forward to this date. Maybe it was the idea of finding someone to talk physics or classic Greek to. To have intellectual debates and spend time with.

To not be lonely anymore.

She placed her head glumly in her hand.

She even dressed up for the occasion.

Annabeth was the definition of practical. Her usual attire consisted of shirt, shorts, jacket if it was cold and hair tied up in a messy ponytail tucked under her Yankee’s hat (go Yanks!). She wasn’t at school to impress anyone. She was there to learn and fight off the occasional monster.

She knew that was the real reason she felt foolish: She bought into this. Like everything she had ever done in her life, Annabeth threw herself completely and utterly into the challenge of a first date.

Her normally messy, unkempt blonde hair was tastefully curled and pulled back into an elegant (But still practical) ponytail. She wore a long black dress that shimmered every time she moved with a matching shawl and black simple flats. She had even swallowed her pride and asked Silena (the only Aphrodite child she ever trusted) to help her with her make up.

“I should just go….”

“Annabeth?”

Annabeth blinked, completely caught off guard and mortified someone recognized her in this fancy restaurant until she noticed the familiar brown curls under a tacky beanie.

“Grover!” Annabeth beamed happily, giving her satyr friend a quick side hug “It’s good to see you!”

Grover Underwood was an old friend of Annabeth. They had met when he was sent to bring her to Camp Halfblood safely and they had been close friends ever since. Though between Grover’s job of disguising himself as a human and bringing demigods back safely and Annabeth starting college, the two hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“What are you doing here?”

Grover scratched his goatee nervously “Working, you know.”

Annabeth gave knowing nod and raised eyebrow as she scanned the room.

“The cook” Grover’s voice dropped to a whisper as he hunched closer “I’m certain he’s a demigod. I’m here to keep an eye on him.”

Grover stood to full height once again and smiled “So what are you doing here?”

Annabeth fidgeted under his gaze “I...well...I decided to take a break from my studies.”

Grover looked unconvinced “In a fancy restaurant in an equally fancy dress?”

Her cheeks burned brightly “Grover, don’t you have work to do?”

Grover’s nearly popped out of his head, his legs thrashing so wildly about Annabeth was scared he was about to take off in a scamper “OH YOU’RE RIGHT! Umm, can I take your order miss?”

Annabeth finally noticed his well dressed attire: A nice collared shirt (With the collar anxiously chewed upon) black slacks and loafers with a little notepad and pencil at the ready.

“Oh.” she muttered as it clicked into place “OH! Y-yes. I would like to order the burger and some water please.”

Grover scrawled his friend’s order and bolted for the kitchen, moving with an unusual but panicked grace.

Annabeth chuckled to herself before the loneliness fell upon her once more.

“I might as well enjoy myself so this night isn’t a complete failure.”

20 minutes later

“Umm, excuse me? Is this seat taken?”

Annabeth scrawled furiously upon her napkin, mumbling under her breath about the possibilities of X.

“….Hello?”

“If I carry over 47 and I...”

“Look, I’m not going to stand all night and talk to air.”

The table shook unexpectedly and knocked the studious girl out of her brainstorm.

Annabeth blinked “Wait, are you talking to….me?”

Annabeth could feel her cheeks turn a bright pink as she caught sight of the person in front of her.

He was roughly her age with long dishevel jet black hair swept to one side as if he just gotten back from a walk on the beach. His eyes were shimmering green, the kind of green only the ocean could muster. His smile was mischievous yet playful, one you would often find on a troublemaker. He wore a dark blue collared shirt that was freshly pressed and a rather cute tie with seashells. His hands were stuffed anxiously into his black dress pants as he waited for an invitation to sit.

“I...” Annabeth began.

“Are you Annabeth?” The stranger asked quietly, glancing to one side uncomfortably.

“Yes” she answered slowly “Yes! Did...”

“Grover” The strange answered simply “he called me over. Said he you might want some company.”

“Grover?” Annabeth tilted her quizzically before realization hit her “Grover!”

She whirled around to find her furry friend spying through the kitchen porthole.

Grover let out a frighten bleat before ducking out of sight.

Percy. That’s who was in front of her. Grover had called Percy.

Annabeth knew about Percy for a few years now though she never met him officially. He was another demigod Grover brought to Camp Halfblood and one the young satyr was determined to have her meet.

Annabeth managed to dodge meeting the mysterious Percy Jackson through her busy schedule but it seems Grover had finally gotten his way.

“Percy, right? Grover’s talked about you alot”

But never mentioned how cute he is.

Percy scratched the back of his neck “Yeah that’s me. I live close by and Grover said you were feeling down so...”

Annabeth rolled her eyes “He figured he send you to cheer me up?”

Percy shrugged “I’m pretty sure he just wanted us on a date. I can try to cheer you up. No promises though”

Despite herself, Annabeth giggled “At least you’ll try right?”

Percy gave a goofy grin “For pretty girl like you, why not?”

Annabeth’s blush worsened “Well take a seat and let’s see I can bore you away. I tend to have that effect on people.”

“Nice try Wisegirl but I’ll have you know nothing is more boring than sitting in a class for an hour with no idea what’s going on and no escape.”

“I’ve never had that problem” Annabeth beamed proudly.

Percy playfully waved her off “Yeah yeah, you’re super smart. So you’re gonna be my tutor?”

“Whoa whoa whoa” Annabeth grinned impishly “I never agreed to that.”

“You said you never had a problem in class, I have the attention of goldfish. Sounds like you need to tutor me.”

“So you have seaweed for brains?”

Percy grimaced “It’s the tie, huh?”

Annabeth nodded, trying to stifle a laugh “Really gives it away Seaweed brain.”

“It’s my mom! Thought it be cute or something” Percy groaned unhappily.

“I like it. It is cute in a geeky sort of way. Marine biologist?”

Percy gave her a confused stare.

“Your major.” Annabeth clarified.

“Oh” Percy grinned sheepishly “Nah, way too easy.”

“Too easy because you’re smart or….?”

“I am not smart.”

“I dunno. Obtuse maybe.”

Percy shook his head “No idea what that means.”

Annabeth snorted cutely,covering her face in embarrassment before staring daggers at Percy. Percy put up his hands innocently.

“Everything going well?”

Grover appeared, a well cooked and delicious burger in one hand and a fresh out of the oven blue pizza in the other.  

Annabeth opened her mouth but Grover cut her off “Customer’s choice.”

Annabeth just nodded as Grover set down their plates.

“So” Grover began nervously “Not going to kill me?”

Percy gave a noncommittal shrug while Annabeth answered “Jury’s still out.”

“Oh, I hear someone calling me. Coming!” And as quickly as he came, Grover vanished.

Annabeth eyed the strangely bluish hue of the pizza Percy was digging into, unsure what to make of the odd choice.

“I like blue” Percy answered bluntly “Sue me.”

“I guess I’ve seen stranger.”

“Ha ha wisegirl. Just for that, we’re getting ice cream after.”

Annabeth smiled softly at the idea.

“That would be the worst seaweed brain. The absolute worst.”

[persasseajackson]

Coffee shop AU- Percabeth

I based this off of an AU prompt I saw a LONG time ago. I honestly forgot I had written this it had been about two years but I decided to finish it :) I have no doubt that there are probably lots of mistakes and the format probably got a leetle messed up while I tried to figure out how to blog THis but please enjoy :) also prompt creds to whoever made the prompt along the lines of “my computer battery is low and I need to finish my assignment and ur the only seat near an outlet can I plz sit w u?” OK I’m done rambling now

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Annabeth had been staring at the boy for seven minutes, and her computer was now at nine percent. It’s not that big of a deal, she thought for the fifth time. Just go up and ask if you can use the outlet. It was just her luck that the hot guy with messy black hair and one hell of a jaw line was sitting at the table blocking the last unoccupied outlet, and Annabeth’s computer was dying and her essay was due tomorrow. It shouldn’t be this hard, and it’s not like she would usually have this much trouble, but the guy was really cute and he was probably playing candy crush on his phone and what if she interrupts him before his high score is achieved? She would steal his outlet and his high score. Not that she knew for a fact that he was playing candy crush. Maybe he was writing a really important email to his teacher or texting his girlfriend. Annabeth cringed. Girlfriend. He probably did have a girlfriend. A whole bunch of girls probably swooned all over him at school. She knew guys like him, from what she was observing. He was probably an athlete. No, definitely an athlete, judging by his broad shoulders and muscular arms. She shouldn’t even bother approaching him, then, if he was anything like she assumed he was. She could imagine his pink lips curving into a frown as he ignored her and went back to tapping on his phone. Annabeth shook the possibility out of her head. She was over thinking this whole thing. Her computer was at seven percent now, and she still had two more paragraphs to proof read for the third time, even though her work was already typed and edited. She wouldn’t let her essay be less than perfect all because of cute guy blocking the outlet. Annabeth made up her mind and shot out of her chair, scooping up her laptop, computer charger, and coffee before marching over to the boy’s table. She plopped her things down across from him, and jammed her plug into the outlet, finally calm now that her essay was safe. The boy looked up with a small smile, and Annabeth was slightly taken aback. “Well hello there.” The way he said it wasn’t flirtatious at all. He seemed amused, as if he had watched her fight herself before stomping her way over. Annabeth winced when she realized that he probably had noticed her glaring at the outlet from her own table. It took Annabeth a moment to recover after she locked eyes with him. She had never seen such bright green eyes before. She replied with a nod and a smile that probably looked more like a grimace, because that was all she could manage. Annabeth stared at her computer blankly for a moment, before looking back up at him. “My computer was dying. You were the only table with a power outlet next to you,” she said, feeling stupid after her awkward explanation. The boy raised an eyebrow. “I don’t mind.” He chuckled, and held out his hand. “I’m Percy,” he told her. Annabeth tilted her head when she heard the name, deciding she liked it. “Annabeth.” She shot him one last half-smile, unsure if she should continue the conversation. If she wanted to finish her essay, she needed to get to work. Forcing herself to tear her eyes away from his mesmerizing green ones, her own eyes began scanning the screen, searching for mistakes and quickly running her fingers over the keyboard letters to fix any. “What’re you working on?” Annabeth nearly fell out of her chair when she felt Percy’s breath tickle her neck. Her head whipped around to find him crouching next to her, looking over her shoulder at her essay. He was so close to her that his head was almost resting on her shoulder, and she caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled like chlorine and spearmint gum. She swallowed. “Um, essay. For school.” She inwardly rolled her eyes at her lame answer. She expected Percy to be satisfied with her answer and sit down again. What did her essay matter to him? Instead he leaned in closer, and Annabeth held her breath. No stranger this hot had ever been this close to her before. “What’s it about?” Percy asked. “Why do you need to know?” She shot back instinctively. She didn’t mean for the response to sound so rude, she was honestly just curious. Percy didn’t seem bothered by it, though. He just shrugged. “Wondering if it’s anything worth reading.” He smiled. Annabeth frowned. “No,” she blurted. Percy’s smile shrunk slightly, and he raised an eyebrow and held his hands up in surrender. She shook her head and started over. “No, I mean, it’s not.” she swallowed, “worth reading, I mean. You wouldn’t want to read this.” She laughed humorlessly, gripping her cup of coffee in her hand tightly. “It isn’t anything good. Just school work.” Percy frowned, and suddenly gripped his chair and dragged it around so that he was seated next to Annabeth. She sucked in a breath of air, her shoulders tensing. What was with this guy?                                                                     “Nah, I don’t believe that.” He pulled her computer closer to him, and Annabeth restrained herself from stopping him, and instead wrapped her other hand around her silver A necklace that her mother had given her when she was in sixth grade. She stared down at her now cold coffee, anxiously waiting as Percy’s eyes scanned her paper. Honestly, under normal circumstances she hated people reading her work, but something about Percy made her curious to hear his opinion. She hated that.                                                                         Percy hummed as he read something, and Annabeth’s head snapped up.

“What?” she asked, overeager to hear his thoughts. He tilted his head and looked at her. “You didn’t write about your mom?” Annabeth’s heart stuttered for a moment. “Excuse me?” she breathed. Why would he ask about her mom? Percy was frowning. “No, it’s just,” he shook his head and squinted like he was doing a hard math problem. “The prompt was asking you to write about someone that inspires you, and you wrote about,” Percy raised his eyebrows. “Your teacher?” His tone wasn’t judgmental, but one of disbelief. He glanced at her, hiding a smile. “Kiss ass, much?” Annabeth narrowed her eyes. “First of all, I’ll have you know that my teacher is amazing, okay? He’s taught me a lot.” Percy smirked. “He taught you a lot academically, or,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “In other ways?” It took Annabeth a moment to decipher his sentence, but when she did, she instinctively shoved the boy away from her, astounded. He let out a loud laugh as Annabeth made a noise of disgust. “So now I know you have the immature mind of an middle school student,” she huffed. Percy was still laughing, and Annabeth glared. “That was gross and uncalled for,” she scolded him. “And not even funny. Get some better material,” Annabeth added. Percy held his hands above his head in surrender, but his playful smirk never vanished. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Bad joke--my nerves got the best of me.” He turned his attention back to Annabeth’s computer, while she made the effort to brush off the last part of his sentence. “Tell me more about your teacher,” He said, and Annabeth shot him an incredulous look, raising her eyebrows in an accusatory fashion. Percy raised his hands even higher. “I promise my middle school mind won’t make anymore inappropriate jokes,” he told her seriously. Annabeth eyed Percy for a moment, waiting for him to break. He held her eye contact, though, and seemed genuinely interested. So she launched into her history about Mr. Brunner. He was practically the father she never had. Well, she had a father. Just not a particularly good one. She explained how his lessons were more than just lectures; they were meaningful talks about life and the world around them. Mr. Brunner was just about the most inspiring person she knew, and that was more than what she could say about her own family. Annabeth paused her speech and took a sip of her cold coffee, which was more of an excuse to stop rambling rather than her actually enjoying its taste. Percy seemed to be letting her words sink in, and Annabeth laughed at the expression on his face. “Still trying to figure out how someone could actually admire a teacher?” she teased. Percy shook his head. “No, not at all. And I get that. I mean he sounds super cool and all. I was just surprised. Like, for me, my mom is the most inspiring person I know.” Annabeth felt her chest tighten, and a pang of a nameless emotion jabbed at her. Immediately she felt guilty for her reaction. So what, Percy had a mom he loved and admired? Why should she feel bitter towards him for that? He was a total stranger, but Annabeth already longed to have something he had. Percy seemed to have picked up on her expression, because his face displayed the same guilt Annabeth felt. He placed her laptop back in front of her. “But that’s just me. Family means something different to everyone.” Annabeth wanted to laugh at his use of the word ‘family’. Family could never fit her idea of the people she lived with. She exhaled, wanting to release every emotion Percy had dug up inside of her. Shaking her head, she said, “I’m basically done writing it anyway. Just editing.” For the third time. She stared at her computer screen with a new hatred, the formerly passionate essay now tainted with reminders of people she resented. People she would never write a praising sentence about even if her college acceptance letters depended on. Percy jumped to change the subject. “So why are you here on a Tuesday? Saturday’s are usually when you’re here?” She stared at him for a moment, registering his comment. Percy seems to be doing the same thing, because his tan complexion turns slightly pinker, and he starts to fidget with his hands. “Not that—I don’t like…know your schedule, I’m not a stalker I swear to god, I just mean this one Saturday—well, actually more than once, like it’s actually been three Saturdays that you’ve been here. Not like consecutively, actually the first time I saw you here was five weekends ago. Not that I count. I mean I do? But I’m not creepy, really, I just got really bored, so I like made up this kind of game where I was like, hey, let’s see how many times that cute blonde comes here to do homework. I mean not that you’re cute—wait no, you’re really cute. God. I just mean—“ “Percy.” “Uh, yeah?” She tried to hide the smile playing on her lips. “Do you want to meet here for coffee next Saturday?” Percy’s mouth fell slightly open. “Um, okay. I mean, totally,” He cleared his throat. “Uh, yes. Yeah. Coffee,” he swallowed. “would be good.” Annabeth closed her laptop and began collecting her things, looking down at her busywork to hide her blushing face. Unable to help it, she let out a little laugh when she thought about Percy’s adorable ramble. She stood, clutching her items close to her, glancing up at an already-up-right Percy and meeting his eyes. “So Saturday?” she confirmed. Percy let out a short, low laugh, partially aimed at himself. “Saturday.” He beamed at her, shoving his hands in his pockets and swaying back and forth on his heels. He had recovered from his flustered rant, and was back to his charming ways. Annabeth nodded, and turned to exit the shop before she exploded with giddiness. Percy called out to her, and she turned around to meet his sparking eyes. “I expect that essay to get an A. Anything lower, and I might be too embarrassed to be seen on a date with you.” Annabeth ignored the way her stomach swirled at his use of the word ‘date’. She laughed, giving him a shrug that said, “we’ll see”, and fell back on the door as it glided open for her. She turned and felt pep in her step as she walked home. She was feeling better about this essay.