#so then he's torn between his love for Percy

[m4gp13]

Percybaster "Babe I swear it wasn't me" but it's Percy trying to convince a heartbroken and torn Al that he's not the one who killed Ethan on Olympus that day.

[justaz]

merlin (immortal) giving arthur (pendragon) the only blade that could kill him

[queenangst]

percy didnt want to be a half blood. he never wanted to be a hero. he goes home every summer. he craves normalcy. he asked for blue coke. he plays basketball and likes skateboarding. he made the empire state building light up blue for his mom. he turned down immortality because he wanted to live a normal life. percy has always, always wanted to stay tethered to the normal, mortal world. he didn't look back.

[pigfacedbitch]

Let's Break Up (I)

summary : you try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend.

word count : 0.5k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Nico Di Angelo x Reader

warning/s : none

here is my masterlist! Part II is composed of Leo, Frank, and Will.

Jason Grace

"Let's break up."

Jason is formally trained to remain calm and level-headed in the most drastic of situations ever since he was young.

So if you're expecting him to look surprised or upset, he won't.

Don't be fooled though, he may look like he's listening as you explain but deep inside this electric boy is panicking! 😂

"Okay, Jason. What in Jupiter's name have you done to make (Y/N) upset? Think! THINK!"

It might take a while for Jason to respond because he is torn between asking you what he can do to fix it, what he did wrong, or just be desperate and beg you to stay with him.

So he does what any Roman would do in his place. Accept his fate.

He fixes his composure and coughs a little to avoid his voice from cracking.

"If that's what you think is best, I understand-"

"It's just a prank, love."

"Thank the gods."

You never knew your boyfriend could sigh that hard.

Jason laughs in relief and hugs you tightly, like he wasn't thinking of crying his heart out and eating ice cream alone in the Zeus cabin later.

He'll never tell you that though.

Percy Jackson

"I want to break up."

"Nope."

Percy just can't see the two of you breaking up. No matter how much he tries, he knows it's literally imposible.

He already has a list of plans; when he will propose, where to get married, where you'll spend the rest of your lives together, how many children you two will have, and their names. Even the number of pets allowed in your future home.

But you don't give up easily.

"What do you mean, no? Isn't that my decision?"

"OUR decision, (Y/N). And I say no."

"But-"

"No buts, baby. If you're tired of this relationship then rest. We'll try again in the morning."

You just pout in defeat, taking a bite of the blue chocolate chips cookies his mother made for him before he left for Camp Half-Blood.

He smirks like the handsome devil he is, pulling you into his arms and lays his head on your shoulder.

"There's no getting rid of me, (Y/N). You're stuck with me forever."

He doesn't notice the small smile on your face, preferring not to have it any other way.

Nico Di Angelo

"I was thinking of breaking up."

He would shadow travel even before you could say another word.

Just YEETS HIMSELF OUT😌

Good luck trying to find him because he would be nowhere to be found. You already asked everyone yet nobody knows where he is.

Hours passed, no sign of him. You got truly worried that you can't even fall asleep.

You were just laying on your bed, staring into nothing when you hear a knock on your window.

It's Jules-Albert, holding a bag of McDonalds with your favorite foods and drink. It also has a note.

"Just think about what you said with a full stomach. You do stupid shit when you're hungry."

You don't know if you should be offended or laugh.

Still in your pajamas, you run to the Hades cabin and knock on his door. No one answers.

You do feel a pair of arms around your waist and cold nose nuzzling your neck.

You turn your head to kiss Nico's cheek as he leans more into you. He then whispers in your ear-

"I love you, tesoro mio. Don't scare me like that again."

Gods, you didn't have the heart to tell him it was a prank.

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ but (brother) i love him ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡️

a/n i saw someone wrote a fic with a super similar premise, i swear im not copying them, i just had bad timing of posting this

⚠️ swearing & references to sex and pregnancy

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When Percy’s younger sister had joined the Seven on the Argo II, he hadn't expected to line up any boundaries. After all, why would any of the guys go after his baby sister. Even if she was only a year younger than him. However, that was until a day that had started like all the rest. Everyone had had breakfast that morning, gone over some plans, but when y/n subconsciously put her hair into a ponytail,

Percy looked up, “what’s that?”

Y/N froze as she locked eyes with her brother, “what’s what?”

He glanced around at everyone else. He raised an eyebrow, “on your neck?”

She nervously laughed, briefly looking towards the bewildered Jason, “oh, that?” she smiled, “I fell out of bed and hit my neck on my nightstand.”

“Really?” Percy crossed his arms, “when? That must’ve really hurt to have left two bruises.”

She nodded, puffing air out of her mouth, “yeah, it was yesterday. Let me tell you, it was a doozy.”

“I’m surprised you didn't mention before if it hurt that much.”

“Well, I, uh, forgot about it.”

“You forgot about it?” he nodded, “did you not, I don't know, look in a mirror?”

“Yeah, I was having a bad hair day, so-”

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth interjected, “you guys are actually painful to listen to.”

Piper agreed, “y/n, who was it?”

She stuttered, looking at everyone. Excuses cluttered her mind, not one seeming good enough to tell her brother. She took a deep breath before speaking again, “myself?”

“What the fuck?”

“It was me.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jason. Y/N eyes were torn between the two boys, she started wondering if Jason was actually going to be murdered right there and then.

“You made out with my sister?”

The blond locked eyes with the daughter of Poseidon, “no- technically, yes, but not just that, I- uhm.”

“Percy,” she added.

“What do you mean, not just that?”

Jason shook his head, “I don't mean, you know, I just mean that it wasn't like a one time thing-”

“What?”

“Percy-”

“Not like that, oh my gods,” the son of Jupiter panicked.

“What do you mean by that, weather boy?”

“I-”

“I’m having his baby!” Y/N finally said. Everyone stared at her in shock. Both Jason and Percy had gone completely silent while the former tried to speak, but was at a loss for words.

“You- what- but-”

She slowly nodded before bursting into laughter, “no, I’m totally not, but you should see your faces.”

Percy held his forehead, “Y/N.”

Jason let out a breath, “that wasn't funny.”

“Come on, Jase,” she smiled, “it was kinda funny.”

“Y/N, that was not at all funny,” her brother responded, trying to stifle a laugh, “as much as I hate to agree with the perv,” he sent a glare towards Jason.

Her smile dropped, “I was just trying to get you to listen to me,” she defended, “have you even considered how I feel about this?”

“I’m just looking out for you,” he responded, “as your older brother, I know what’s best.”

“Oh my gods,” she exclaimed in disbelief, “you're ridiculous, I’m leaving.” She shook her head before running off to her room. She frowned as she thought about how her brother could be ignorant to her feelings. She crawled into her bed, wrapping herself in the covers. She tried to hold in tears as her anger grew. She wanted to scream and yell at her brother about how much the son of Jupiter meant to her.

The door creaked open, followed by a soft, “hey.” She didn't look up as she pretended to be asleep, “I know you're awake.”

She grumbled, “go away, Perce.”

“I overreacted about you and Jason,” he admitted, “I’m sorry.”

She sat up, “you don't get it.”

“I don't,” he nodded, “but, it’s not like dad’s around a lot, I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

“You can protect me,” she added, “but not from the boy I love.”

Percy raised his eyebrows, “you love him?”

She sighed, “I really do.”

He looked away for a second, not speaking, “you should be with him, y/n.”

“You mean that?”

He nodded, “of course, but if he hurts you, I’ll make his shroud myself.”

She laughed, “okay, but I trust him not to.”

“Good,” he smiled, “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Seconds after he left, a blond boy walked in, “y/n?”

She looked up at her boyfriend, grinning, “hi, baby.”

His cheeks turned pink at the nickname, “what did Percy say?” He asked as he sat down on her bed.

“He's okay with us, as long as you don't hurt me,” she giggled.

He softly chuckled, “I won't,” he slowly moved a piece of hair behind her ear, “I love you.”

“That's what I told him.”

The door opened again, “time’s up.”

They both looked up, “what?” she spoke.

“I’m okay with you two dating,” he turned his attention to Jason, “but you still screwed my sister.”

“Percy!”

[xoxochb]

PLEASEEEE can u do a percy x hypnos!reader who’s constantly listening to music, n percy’s tryna get her attention !! Xxxxxxxxx LOVE U BTW HAVE THE BEST DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHTTTT

⋆·˚ ༘ * certified music addict

warnings: none pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hypnos a/n: I’m torn about this 😕

“do you want the rest of my strawberries, sleepy?”

you don’t respond. your slight sway shows percy that you were too into whatever music was playing in your headphones to hear him. he wondered how long it would be before you went deaf

“sleepy?”

no response

“(name)?”

still nothing

“(name)”

he discards verbal attention taking and taps your shoulder this time, making you turn to him with brows furrowed. he points to you and then to his plate with strawberries. you roll your eyes and take your headphones off

“yes?”

percy picks his plate up to signal he doesn’t want them. “do you want my strawberries?”

“oh! yes, please!”

you take the plate from his hands and put it over yor empty one and begin popping berries into your mouth. percy rests his head on his hand and watches as you eat

“you’re gonna lose your hearing if you keep putting your music that loud”

you pout. “then that’s a problem for future me”

“I worry about you, y’know?”

you place your berry down on the plate and avert your eyes to your hands. “I know…”

“so will you turn your music down? for me?”

you pinch together your pointer and thumb, leaving a bit of space in between. “just a little”

percy wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses the top of your head, once and then twice

“I’ll live with that”

“great! so I can put my music back on?”

percy sighs. “knock yourself out, sleepy”

[angrygirlromero]

OCEAN EYES

Summary: In which the son of the God of thieves, is head over heels in love with the daughter of the sea God.

Warnings: possible grammar mistakes.

Pairing: Luke x daughter of Poseidon x Little brother Percy

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Luke Catellan could remember much more than clearly the first time time he set eyes upon his precious Marella, the way all the campers ran to the Lake to watch the arrival of the God and Goddess of the sea, and in between them was a breathtaking little girl clinging on to her father and mother's hands.

Luke had never seen a goddess before but in that moment Amphitrite looked as if her heart had been torn from her chest, and Poseidon held a serious face. Luke observed from the sidelines next to Annabeth as Mr. D and Chiron went out on the deck to meet then, Chiron bowing his head in pure respect to the God of the sea.

All the campers observed the scene before them, the short exchange of words between Gods, Luke's eyes completely glued to the little girl who stood with pure elegance between her parents, a heartbroken look on her face, causing Luke's heart to pain at her displeasure.

Soon enough the Sea God passed a small bag of some sort to Chiron, as he let out a harsh sigh looking over to his wife who was on the verge of tears, he watched Poseidon fall to his knees before the little girl, stopping for a moment to touch her face before embracing the small girl in a hug, his wife cried next to him lowering herself as well pressing a kiss to her husband's bastard's face, she muttered soft words of reassurance to the girl before her husband gently began pulling her away

The entire camp watched as Mr. D offered the crying girl his hand allowing him to guid her to her Cabin, Luke watched as Poseidon and Amphitrite walked back into the lake, sad looks displayed on both of their Godly faces.

"Hey Luke, are you okay?" asked Percy Jackson his bright blue orbs looking up at him, the same eyes that would look up at him with such love and adoration any other day, as they had been heading towards lunch, "yeah, sorry about that buddy" said the Hermes boy before replacing his emotionless face with his usual bright smile.

"He's probably daydreaming about his precious Ocean Princess" said Chris with a teasing laugh, causing Luke to give him a death glare, "ocean Princess?" asked Percy, "Yeah, actually she's the reason he was late to training this morning" teased the Hermes boy.

Percy gave Luke a look of confusion causing him to sigh, "Marella, she's the daughter of the sea god" explained Luke to the young boy, "She's Poseidon's kid?" asked Percy, "I thought you said Zeus, Poseidon and Hades weren't allowed to have children."

"they aren't that's why they are called forbidden kids, Thalia was the first of them, but when Poseidon found out he felt threatened so he decided to get back at Zeus and he had a daughter as well who he made a gift to his wife" stated Chris, "So if she was gift to Amphitrite how did she end up here?" asked Percy trying to keep up with the older boys pace.

"Zeus found out and thought his brother's actions disrespectful, but when he found out the demigod was a little girl he didn't have the heart to kill her, so he demanded she be taken to camp, Amphitrite begged him not to take her away, but her sadness was more than enough punishment for Poseidon" explained Luke, stopping in his tracks a huge smile forming on his face.

Percy turned his head to look at what he was looking at, there in the water stood a girl, her hips swaying from side to side, her long curly hair passing her lower back swaying with her movements, her hands moving in graceful motions, her writs, ankles, waist and neck adorned with different types of shell bracelets and necklaces, the water around glowed and splashed along side her movements.

"Whoah" breathed out Percy, causing Chris to laugh as he watched Luke walk down to the edge on the lake, standing behind her, Percy observed the small fishes swimming around her following her movements and the soft humming passing her lips.

And soon enough the girl came to a halt slowly turning to see Luke standing there with a stupid grin on his face, Percy was quick to take notice to the way her glowing eyes soon came to a light blue shade, a spitting image of his own.

The new camper watched the girl graceful move her hand out towards the lake signaling for the fish to return to their activities, she smiled at Luke her beautiful dimples forming on both sides of her face causing Luke's heart to race, as she so gracefully made her way out of the water to where Luke stood.

Percy watched the girl raise her hand up to Luke's hight to softly sooth her thumb over Luke's scar, Percy couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his new found friend melt by just the touch of the pretty girl's fingers, she said something to Luke but Percy couldn't hear from his stance next to Chris.

He watched the short girl giggle at something his friend said before the older boy quickly ran over to where some navy blue flip-flops laid on the beach the pretty slippers also adorned with shells, he quickly placed them down for her to put on, before offering her his arm which she accepted with a smile before Luke guided her in their direction.

"He's so wiped" stated Percy, "I know" said Chris his eyes following the pair as they finally reached them, "Ella" greeted Chris doing a playful bow in respect of her, causing her to laugh, "always the jest Chris" she said her thick English accent rolling effortlessly off her tongue.

"Oh Princess, this is Percy Jackson the new camper I was telling you about, the one that killed the minotaur" explained Luke to Marella, "oh yes, the one the Ares kids have been speaking of, it is a true pleasure to finally meet you Percy" she said with a pretty smile.

“I- it’s a pleasure to meet you too, your highness?” Said Percy his mouth hanging open slightly at his lack of words, the girl simply giggled at the boys reaction, “please, just call me Ella these two are simply messing around about the princess thing” explained the girl, “well it’s nice to meet you too Ella”

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The next day after Percy's incident in the bathroom he had gotten up early before his other fellow campers and made his way out to the lake, walking out to the dock Percy soon took notice to the curly haired girl seated to the very end of it with her feet hanging off the very edge into the water.

"Hey" greeted Percy causing her to turn to face him, she beamed up at him, "Good Morning sleepyhead" she greeted patting the empty space next to her, turning back to watch the sun continue to rise.

Percy smiled quickly occupying the empty space, mumbling a small good morning under his breath, "Why are you up so early?" asked the girl swirly her feet in the water. Percy glanced down and his brows lifted in surprise as he was met with the sight of baby tadpoles following her motions in the water.

"I guess I couldn't sleep, um this girl last night, Annabeth she said I was gonna help her win today?" said the unsure boy scratching the back of his head in confusion.

Ella let out a little laugh at his words, "Oh that Annabeth always three paces ahead of everyone" sighed out the ocean beauty before leaning back bracing herself on her palms, "You know her?" asked Percy, "Everyone at camp knows Annabeth she's been here for ages along with Luke, she's led the blue team into victory three straight times" stated the older girl.

"So that's what she was talking about me being on their team?" asked Percy, "Most likely" she responded, "Are you on our team? I'm just guessing because you and Luke seem very close..." rambled the young boy.

Ella chuckled at his words, "No love, I'm not allowed to part take in such sport" she explained, "Because you're a forbidden kid?" "Not really, let's just say if I was allowed it wouldn't be much of a competition" Ella shrugged, "So I'm guessing because there is no other living forbidden children here to compete with me, Chiron asked me quite politely to not take part in it" she explained.

"Oh that makes sense" said Percy take a glance at the girl before turning back to the sunrise fiddling with his fingers, "I um have a question and I really hope you don't mind me asking, but Chris told me you were raised by Poseidon and Amphitrite..." Ella took a deep breath before replying, "You wish to know how it happened?" she asked to which Percy quickly nodded.

"When my father found out of Thalia's being he thought her a threat, and felt betrayed by his brother so he decided if Zeus was calling another war, he would also have his warrior. I don't know much of my biological mother but from what my father has told me she adored the ocean and for her dedication and love to it Poseidon gifted her the opportunity to be my mother, and when the time came he took me to Atlantis and there Amphitrite took me and raised and loved me as her own, but when Zeus found out of my being, he found me a threat to his throne, he believed my father was plotting against him, so he banished me here to camp where I am not allowed to go past the border, I am forbidden to see my father but Zeus allows my mother to visit me at least once a year" spoke Ella as Percy listened intently.

"that's not fair, to have you ripped away from your family and home" stated Percy his brows now frowned in sadness, "It does not matter what is fair, the Gods do not care, either ways Zeus was smart to take me away from them, my father has been preparing me to win a war since I took my very first step, and my mother has taught me to rule, Zeus was smart with his actions, besides if I wasn't banished I wouldn't have met any of you guys" smiled the girl which Percy hesitated before returning.

"Come on now little one we must get you breakfast, after all you have have long day ahead of you” said Ella lifting her hand to rub Percy's hair causing him to laugh, maybe he could find his place here after all.

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Ella resigned in her cabin alone as always, a book in hand as she laid on her bed waiting patiently for Luke to come seek her out and tell her all about his win, how she adored to listen to the charming Hermes boy ramble to her about anything and everything, just having the opportunity to look at his handsome face and listen to his attractive voice was more than enough to satisfy her.

Hearing the sound of her cabin door opening she placed her her book down to the side sitting up to face the intruder, "Ella, Chiron is looking for you" spoke Annabeth from the doorway a strange look on her face, "Why, what's the matter Beth?" asked Ella.

"It's Percy he's been claimed" stated Annabeth taking short steps forward, Ella smiled to the Athena girl "That's marvelous news, but what's the matter then Beth?" asked the daughter of Poseidon to the pride of Athena "Ella... he's been claimed by Poseidon, Percy is your brother."

[mathitas]

Leo Valdez x gn!reader

Leo falls in love with you, there’s only a problem: you’re his friend’s little sibling.

Percy established a rule for Leo: his sibling was off-limits.

Leo was good at many things, but following the rules wasn't one of them.

He usually fell in love at first sight, falling for the first attractive person he saw. Once he had made a fool of himself, he moved on to the next person.

But this time, it was different.

He knew that he had to keep his distance, but he soon realized that he saw in them everything he had always looked for. Leo found himself torn between his strong attraction to them and his loyalty to his friend. Every fiber of his being wanted to break the rule and give in to his feelings, but he knew that doing so would not only betray Percy but also risk destroying the bond they had. It was a constant battle between his desires and his sense of duty, leaving Leo in a state of inner turmoil.

They were essentially perfect for him: kind, laughed at his jokes, caring and simply stunning.

Soon he began to imagine them when he woke up at night from a nightmare, thinking of their voice comforting him, their hands stroking his hair, and wiping away his tears.

The more he thought about them, the more his heart ached. But he could only keep his distance and watch them from afar.

That way, he wouldn't make the situation worse, and when he finally met someone else who caught his attention, he wouldn't risk his friendship with Percy.

However, this never occurred. His heart still longed for them, even after almost a year. Every time they talked, every time they smiled at him, he couldn't help but feel horribly love-sick.

Everything worsened one day when, as everyone was singing and enjoying themselves by the campfire, he saw them running away from the crowd.

He looked at them, and before they could disappear from his sight, Leo stood up, excused himself, and followed them worriedly.

He stopped when he saw them lurking on the ground in front of the lake.

Leo didn't know whether to warn them of his presence; he didn't know how to behave around them.

He was awkward, conflicted between wanting to confess how much his heart ached for them and not betraying his friend.

When he heard them sob, he called out their name with concern.

They turned to him, blinking away the tears from their eyes.

“Leo, what are you doing here?”

"Is everything OK?"

Leo ran over to them, sitting down next to them. He wanted to place his hand on their shoulder to comfort them, but he stopped mid-air, still uncertain about it all.

They nodded, and Leo looked at them with a stern look, demanding the truth.

“It wasn't a good day; some Hermes kids thought it would be fun to make a fool out of me, and some Ares kids who keep on tormenting me decided to annoy me today, pestering me around! Being among all those people by the fire, I couldn’t take it anymore. That's why I came here. I always come here when I’m too overwhelmed."

Leo listened to them carefully, playing nervously with a ring he always kept on his finger.

Leo looked at them with empathy, and when he noticed another tear rolling down their cheek, he ran his thumb over it, wiping it away.

When he realized the gesture, his hand remained resting on their cheek, red from crying, and he quickly withdrew it, blushing from it.

They touched their cheek after he withdrew his hand.

“I’m sorry," they whispered.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"We don't know each other that well, and yet here I am venting to you."

"I wanted to check on you, so I really don’t mind…”

They smiled at him.

“You’re softer than you look."

"What?"

“You always try to act tough, but then you comfort me like that,” they laughed.

Leo's eyes lit up when he heard their laugh, and he smiled back at them.

“I don't want to act tough; I am tough,” he said proudly.

“Oh, so I'm your soft spot."

”Yes, you should be proud. Being the soft spot of the bad boy Leo Valdez is something to be quite taken accountable for."

They laughed again, and Leo was happy about it; that was his goal.

“Thank you,” they whispered.

Leo shrugged, admiring them.

Then Leo realized that was it. He was done. He would never get over them.

He held back a sigh and gave up on himself.

Even if he wanted to tell them, he knew they could never reciprocate his feelings; they could never like someone like him.

From that day on, they started looking for Leo more often.

They came to visit him in his workshop; they looked for him in the morning for breakfast and dinner before returning to their cabin.

Lately, Leo also felt Percy's gaze on him, which didn't fail to remind him of his rule over and over again.

A friendship was inevitably born between them, and Leo was really happy about it. He wanted nothing else but to be close to them.

Yet each time, his heart ached more and more.

How could a man want something so badly when he knew he couldn't have it?

Yet, in the midst of all this suffering, Leo discovered something new about himself. He discovered that, despite everything, he was willing to endure all this suffering, if only it meant he could be close to them, even just as a friend.

When one night in camp everyone was singing and having fun, they were sitting by the lake, as it had now become a habit for them.

They were silent, and Leo every now and then came out with a few jokes, yearning to hear them laugh.

They fell silent once again, but it was another kind of silence.

Leo turned to look at them and saw them nervously twisting their hands. While they were breathing heavily, they said, after a few attempts.

“Leo…”

"Yes?"

They tried to get the words out several times, but each time they froze, laughing nervously.

“Do you like Calypso?”

Leo's eyes widened.

"No, of course not! I liked her, but it's in the past! We weren't good together."

"Do you like someone else, then?"

Leo could feel his heart exploding in his chest.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Answer me, please."

Leo could feel his own heartbeat, and he could feel his insides twisting anxiously.

He knew he wanted to forget about all the rules, to confess his love for them, and to have a chance with them.

What if they rejected him? Leo had never felt this way about anyone else; what would happen then?

"If you don't answer now, I don't know if I could keep on hanging out with you."

He stopped breathing for a second, his eyebrows furrowed, and his heart broke at the thought: What should he do? Could he still lie to them? Should he just tell them the truth for once?

They stood up, ready to leave, after Leo stared at them with wide eyes.

Leo came after them and stopped them, holding their arm.

When they turned around, they saw the desperate look on his face. They could see he was afraid of losing them.

“I like you more than you could ever imagine.”

His face was painful, then Leo took their hand and placed it on his chest.

His heart was pounding.

“I don't know what to do anymore; Percy is going to kill-“

They interrupted him once again, placing their lips on his.

One hand rested on his chest, feeling how his heart was beating for them, and the other caressed his face, and they could feel, under their touch, how tension faded from Leo’s face.

“If your brother finds out—”

They kissed him again, shutting him up.

“I am a dead man.”

They laughed and kissed again until it was time to return to their cabins.

The following weeks were crazy—the touches under the table when their brother wasn't looking, the kisses behind the cabins, the evenings at the lake—their secret was kept, but not for long.

Leo, one afternoon, during lessons on how to ride a pegasus, had taken them to a secluded place, and they exchanged kisses there.

Their hands were in Leo's curls, playing with them, and Leo was holding them by the waist and giggling between kisses until they interrupted him.

“We should seriously tell my brother before he finds out about us.”

“Are you sure he should know?”

”I should know what?”

Percy interrupted them.

”Fuck.”

They immediately separated, and there stood Percy with his arms crossed over his chest and an angry look on his face.

“You have to know that, well…”

"That? What? That you both lied to me?”

“Percy! We did it because you would react like this.”

”Reacted how? Like someone you just broke a promise to? Then you are right."

“You're overprotective; you can't control who I fall in love with.”

Percy remained silent, then continued.

“I just want to protect you.”

"I know you're scared."

"I do not trust him."

”Hey!” Leo yelled, offended.

“Leo is a good guy, and we like each other.”

He wrinkled his nose and looked angrily at Leo.

“You better accept it, because if you don't, I'll keep dating him in secret.”

Percy sighed, and Leo smiled fondly at them.

Then Percy looked at him and stopped smiling, becoming tense.

“If you hurt them—”

"I'll hang myself!"

Percy wanted to laugh, but he didn't, maintaining his big brother role.

“I'll keep an eye on you.”

“I love you, big brother,” they said, hugging their brother, who kept on sending dirty looks to his friend.

"I love you too." Percy answered, sighing once again, a little less worried than before.

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

ITS NOT MIDNIGHT ANYMORE . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

pairing: Show!Luke Castellan x apollo!fem!reader!

warnings: swearing + derogatory names i think thats about it

a/n: alrighty!! we're here for the final round of this whole part series thingamajig. i kinda put this off cause i know luke's gotta make a whole oscar worthy speech and i was worried my writing wouldn't cut it lol. but anyhoo i hope you enjoy!!

part one: midnight troubles | part two: meet me at midnight

what.

the.

fuck?

wait... no yeah, what the fuck?

"what?" your voice is quiet and you turn around slowly, your eyes narrowed.

"...because, i- i love you,"

"you're telling me that you don't want to be friends... because you love me?" you eye luke. "you think you can just say you love me and i'll throw myself at your feet and all with be right again?" you take a menacing step forward. "you think you can tell me a lie and get out of this?"

luke's eyes shine with an unrestrained emotion you can't quiet place. "you think i'm lying?"

another step forward. "yes."

luke takes a hesitant step forward. "im not," his voice is soft.

"you are."

"i'm not."

"bullshit."

the look in luke's eyes cause you to hesitate for a moment. is he actually being serious right now?

"then what the fuck luke?" your arms fly out and you drop them. "what in the ever-loving-actual-fuck is wrong with you?" you shake your head and try to repress the anger bubbling beneath your skin. "you think you can just throw this shit in my face? i've been in love with you for years. years. do you see me acting like the worlds biggest asshole? no! do you see me freezing up when someone calls my best friend a slut or a whore? no! do you see my trying to get out of this whole fucked up situation by telling my best friend that i don't want to be their friend and that i'm in love with them? NO!" you heave you breath coming out harshly.

"w-what?"

"i-i'm just done luke," you say quickly barely even noting you'd just told him you love him in your anger.

"y/n-"

"i'm done!" you snap stepping back from him. "i'm giving you until tomorrow afternoon to sort your shit out, and work out whatever the fuck you want to say or do. but after that, we're done. this-" you motion between the two of you- "is done. luke and y/n? over. we're fucking done. you've got," you look down at your watch. "like eighteen hours, and considering how long it takes you to answer, you better get cracking." you roll your eyes and walk away from the twinkling glow of the fairy lights. not even caring when you step in a puddle from percy's shenanigans earlier today. not even caring that it's dark.

your world has been dark for a week.

~~~

everyone in camp could tell you and luke had some sort of falling out. it was obvious when you didn't sing this morning, it was obvious when you didn't come and watch him train, it was obvious when you had brushed past him and he had looked torn, it was most definitely obvious when luke had somehow managed to be bested during sword sparring.

and that was what had set campers off.

sides had started to be chosen and feuds had started to form.

chaos was brewing already and it had only been a day. rumours about what happened - curtesy of the grape bitch, you wanna say phyllis..? - had formed and spread like wildfire.

it was almost scary how much unknown power you both had over campers.

so now you're sitting on the beach watching as the waves lap against the shore contemplating if you should just hunt luke down and smack him instead of talking - it seems really reasonable you guys.

"hey..." a deep voice comes from behind you.

"hello."

luke's warm presence appears behind you and it takes everything in you to not lean into it.

"so..." you start, hoping luke gets the idea.

"so yeah..." luke sighs. "y/n, please, listen to me- no hear me out okay? just let me get this all out and then you can yell at me." he takes a deep breath and lets it all out in one go.

"i love you. i've loved you since the day you showed up at camp all grumpy and refusing to socialise with anyone except me. i love the way your singing can create immense peace, i love the way you scrunch your nose whenever you get embarrassed. i love the way your face lights up when campers come and talk to you. you're a star in the night sky, shining brighter everyday. you're my best friend and im hopelessly- desperately in love with you. i have been since forever. and i'm the world biggest asshole for letting the shit that went down last week happen. please, please, forgive me. i'll do anything."

your heart burns with every word he says. luke's eyes shine with barely unrestrained emotion and his face is the epitome of adoration.

you're both so wrapped up in his words that you don't notice the small gathering of campers at the edge of the sand watching the two of you. each of them, though they've chosen sides luke or y/n, they all hope for the same thing.

luke lifts his hand and gently tucks a stray curl behind your ear. "please say something."

"um..." you breathe, struggling to find the right words to say. "wow."

luke looks at you so earnestly it hurts your heart.

"luke... i love you. i. love. you. do you get that? i've been practically obsessed with you since i showed up at camp. and you fucking hurt me last week, some big speech isn't going to change that."

"y/n," luke starts.

"luke listen to me please." you breathe out shakily. "i don't want to lose you, but i can't- i just can't-" you're cut off when luke's soft lips press onto yours.

the kiss is soft, searching, hopeful. you lean into it slightly and the campers watching nearby silently start to celebrate.

but then you come to your senses.

pulling away, you look at luke with tears in your eyes. "no luke, no. you can't kiss me and make it all go away. you cant just kiss your way out of this. i love you and its tearing me apart."

"y/n," his voice is filled with anguish.

"its physically hurting me luke. it hurts." tears are freely streaming down your face now. "it hurts so fucking much that the one person i trusted to stand up for me, the one person i trusted with my whole being can't even defend me in a petty situation like that. how am i supposed to move on from this knowing my best friend in everything can't even stand up for me?"

tears shine in luke's eyes.

"so no luke. no. i don't care what you have to say anymore. this-" you motion between the two of you. "is done. im done. i love you but i love myself more."

you stand up then, tears falling down your face like waterfalls. "see ya round lukey."

two broken words a wrenched from luke's throat then. "no. please."

"i'm sorry..."

a/n pt2: ummm soo im very sorry for that yeah.... sorry about that ending of the series (if its wanted enough i'll make another part maybe possibly)

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[ma1dita]

🐥 a lil something for jason grace? just yk him meeting hephaestus!reader for the first time at camp half blood and she's this bubbly girl who befriends everyone cuz that's just how she is and like she offers everyone solutions to material problems like aphrodite kids with vanity mirrors that light up on their own, apollo kids with medical kits that look small outside but has TONS of storage, demeter kids with self watering pots, etc

reader gives him a welcome gift (leo and piper too), a compact watch sword thingy like percy's and jason's like new to this bcs all his life he's been treated like a prince in waiting, a leader most of the time and he hasn't had anyone do something for him cuz its usually him doing things

ooh and a lil bit of leo valdez teasing him bcs of him blushing when she's around cuz reader is his sister basically, same dad and all

Thank you and happy bday again!

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jason grace x hephaestus!reader

a/n: this was so cute but pls lmk if i got his character right...i had to reference my irl pjo bestie for this i love this boy

wc: 766

Jason Grace thinks you talk too much.

And too fast. It’s one of the first things he noticed about Camp Half-Blood weirdly enough, besides the nagging feeling that he didn’t belong there. There wasn’t so much as a day where he wouldn’t see you whizzing past campers offering to tinker items to make their lives easier, and he could barely keep up—which says a lot for a boy raised to be a soldier.

It was like you set everything alight, and the flames you left in your midst could not be tamed; everyone was enamored by you, and admittedly, so was he. The son of Jupiter was sure his brain had short-circuited along with everything else going on but all of his worries were dashed when you presented him with a wristwatch shield.

Jason blinks slowly.

“Are you listening? Do you like it? I can change the finish on it or scrap it completely if you don’t think it’s cool, or maybe it's too big? Let me see your wrist—Jace?”

You wave your hand in his face before grabbing his arm, encircling his wrist with the metal links to make sure your creation fits him comfortably.

Too torn between the predicament of being raised by fucking wolves and training for a war that no one knows the start date of, Jason Grace has not had too much time to acquaint himself with the matters of the heart. So in his eyes, this poor sweetheart thought your welcome gift was the equivalent of a marriage proposal, or something like that…

Your half-sibling Leo thought this was hilarious of course, his teasing grin stoking the fire in the pit of Jason’s stomach when he asked to see it. The blond boy was gentle with your gift, shaking his head at the notion that it meant anything, that you were just kind to everyone, and nothing about it whatsoever makes him special.

Okay buddy…

So of course when you came to confront him about Leo’s taunting that had reached all of the inhabitants of cabin 9 (and the armory, and the counselors, and even Chiron and Mr. D—the biggest gossips of Camp Half-Blood), Jason Grace, a boy who usually has his shit together, was reduced to the phenomenon of being an embarrassed teenager with a crush.

You were standing a little too close for his liking and even if he towered over you, the blaze in your eyes could incite fear in the gods.

“Just because I'm nice and do things for you doesn’t mean that I like you, Jason Grace,” you say adamantly as you cross your arms over your chest. He notices the smudge of soot on your cheekbone, and thinks it looks quite pretty against your complexion.

“Of course.”

“I gave you the wristwatch shield as a welcome gift,” you say next, to which he nods since it’s a fact.

“Of course, I didn’t mea—”

“I mean you’re always protecting others, so I thought someone should protect you for a change,” you mutter, watching him scratch the nape of his neck as your smile spreads like gasoline touched by a lit match. He can’t help but embrace the burn (His serious demeanor is broken by the smile on his face, so big that it almost hurts).

“But you are right, I do like you. Suppose we’ll have to do something about that.”

Thinking hard about the confession that left your mouth, you look like you’re working through a methodical problem to solve— finding the missing piece to a puzzle instead of making the son of Jupiter's face heat up like a thousand suns. He reckons there’s an ambush inside of him as something starts to work harder than usual, not his brain overridden by battle tactics and that of survival— but his heart, beating fast like a well oiled machine (and more importantly like a normal teenage boy). 

Jason reaches out to rub the soot away from your cheek, but when you pull him in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him, he finds himself to be stained by you all the same.

[lynsstrange]

The one thing I wasn’t a fan of about Annabeth being there for Luke’s betrayal is the potentially lost conflict for seasons later on.

The most interesting part about Percy being alone for the betrayal in the book is Annabeth’s internal struggle with the way she sees Luke.

Even in the later books, when they’re well past Luke’s betrayal and into the war, she still acts desperate and excusing whenever Luke is involved.

Desperate to see an ounce of the boy she knew before. Some hidden bit of kindness and compassion he still has left that she felt when she was seven and needed someone to show her love. Some vulnerability he’s willing to show her that he didn’t show to Percy when they were alone in the woods.

Because if she had been there, he wouldn’t have been able to look her in the eyes and backstab her, right? Because they’re family.

And again, and again, and again he proves her wrong. In the worst way possible. She has to force herself to believe it, to fight him over and over again. But I think there was always a, tiny, irrational part of her that thought maybe he wasn’t too far gone. That his care for her could override the bitterness that had consumed him. Until the last Olympian.

I’ve talked about this passage before, but it’s so interesting to me.

It’s only when they’re on the literal elevator trip up to end the war that she finally, really accepts it. Luke isn’t ever coming back from this. He won’t even be coming back from it alive.

But when she’s on the ground, battered and vulnerable, with Luke standing over her, she still can’t help but say one last time “you promised.”

Because deep down he’s still that boy to her, and will always be.

I just feel like some of that depth is lost with her eavesdropping on Luke’s entire villain monologue to Percy. There’s less room for the interesting conflict between her and Percy that we see later on. And the way it becomes obvious how truly torn she is. How much it rips her apart to have to truly come to terms with it at the end of the series.

This was just my opinion on it. If we’re getting future seasons, I’m sure it’s gonna do a good job with the fallout of Luke’s betrayal, just maybe not in this way. But I still feel like that that was a really interesting layer to the scene that was taken away.

Edit: I think I worded the second half of my post poorly. in no way am I saying there can’t be internal conflict !!! Annabeth obviously watches Luke do terrible things later in the series, and her desire to see him in a good light comes from seeing him as an older brother, above all else. Not just from not witnessing Luke backstabbing Percy. I just think that her not watching it happen is an interesting extension of that. Like, does she think she might have been able to talk him down if she were in the forest with them, deep down? Her fatal flaw is hubris, after all, and maybe she could have fooled herself into thinking that her being there could have made him think twice. Because she’s his little sister, and would he have hurt her? It’s probably harder for her to accept the complete 180 between the last time she saw him and the next time she sees him in SOM when she wasn’t present to see exactly how angry and bitter he’d become.

By TLO, I know it’s about much more than that, it was my mistake using a photo from it, it was just what I had on hand. I’m saying it’s an interesting idea that could have been explored, especially in the second season.

[xoxoavenger]

Us.

pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N wonders if Luke misses her too, if it was real to him too. Luke isn't sure how to show her how he feels.

word count: 1362

warnings: major character death, angst

notes: this is based on 'Us.' by Gracie Abrams but it was written while watching Supernatural which made it a little dramtic so sorry about that

part 1 part 2 masterlist

Y/N stares at Luke, heart racing as she breathes through her mouth, air seemingly sucked out of her lungs as well as the surrounding area.

"What are you doing?" She asks lowly, not wanting to break whatever spell this is. She can't look at him, only able to stare at the flowers in his hand.

"I'm making amends." His voice is strained, as if he doesn't quite want to be saying the words. She's not sure what to think of that.

"I don't," She starts, blinking as she tries to find the words. She puts a hand to the almost faded bruise on her forehead, remembering the last time she saw him. "You hit me over the head with a sword." She says, as if he would have forgotten that.

"I know," He croaks, looking at his shoes. The flowers droop toward the ground, a bud falling to the dirt. He looks like he's truly sorry, like he feels bad about it, but all she remembers is how she felt waking up in the infirmary, headache pulsing in her temple and heart aching in her chest. 

"I told you I loved you and you," She cuts herself off and looks away, tears coming into her vision. She cannot keep reliving that horrible day. Maybe Percy was right.

"I'm sorry, " He rushes out, stepping forward. "I honestly didn't think you were going to show up there." He tries to justify, and Y/N just stares at him.

"So you weren't going to even say goodbye." She summarizes, and tilts his head as he frowns.

"Y/N," He says softly, but she shakes her head.

"No, I get it." She puts her hands out, a sardonic smile on her face. "It was fake, so why would you care." She turns around, even though she doesn't want to leave. She knows she has to do it, put one foot in front of the other. 

"It wasn't fake." She stops in her tracks, not turning to look but not leaving anymore. "I came up with the whole plan because I was in love with you and I didn't want to tell you because I knew what I had to do. And I didn't think you would love me back."

"So you hit me over the head with a sword? You left with Kronos! You bro-" She jiggles her leg in an attempt to keep her emotions in as her voice breaks, tears falling down her cheeks. "You broke my heart, Luke." She tells him in a soft, torn voice. She still can't look at him.

"I know. But I can make it up to you, I swear." He sounds like he's begging now, and she doesn't know what to do. She turns back to him, walking forward until she's almost pressed against him. She can't help it, the need to feel him close, even though she knows it's wrong.

"I can't leave my friends." She whispers, barely audible.

"I love you." Luke drops, and she can't help but press her lips to his. She doesn't know where to put her hands, so they float between Her and Luke as if she were about to put them on his chest. He grabs them as he drops the flowers to the ground, squeezing them tight and pulling her even closer.

"I love you too." She whispers when they part, foreheads leaning against each other. His thumbs rubbing against her hands, their breathes mingling. "But where do we go from here?" She asks, knowing she can't just move on. He hurt her irreparably.

"Come with me," Luke starts, leaning back just slightly to look at her. "I have a boat, we're going to set up there. You'd never have to leave, I'd protect you." He tells her, as if that was her problem the whole time - being protected.

"In all my time at Camp Half-Blood, I've only had one person hit me over the head with a sword." She says, pulling away further. Luke shakes his head, about to explain, when footsteps pound from behind him.

"Traitor!" Someone yells, causing Luke and Y/N to turn and look. As they see the camper with a sword coming at them, Luke pulls Y/N into him. But the camper was already set on his path to stab Luke in the back, so he doesn't have time to correct before the blade runs through Y/N's side. The camper slides it out quickly in horror, but the damage has been done. Blood is spilling out of her side, and she barely has time to put a hand over the wound before she's collapsing into Luke.

"No, no, no!" Luke cries, falling to the ground with Y/N in his arms. Blood is spilling everywhere, and Luke gags as he sees Y/N's skin pale. He knows she's not making it out of this. "Help! Please!" He doesn't know who to ask, which one of the gods will hear his prayer. He knows he's not in good standing, but this is for Y/N.

"I-I didn't mean to!" The camper says, tears spilling out of his eyes.

"Go get help!" Luke yells, knowing he's going to out himself. He looks down at Y/N again, at the hole in her side, and almost throws up. After all the death he's seen, all the gruesome wounds he's been apart of, he still feels sick.

"Luke," He knows that she's almost gone, that there's no hope. Blood is covering the carnations he had bought her.

"Please, please, help her." Luke mutters, looking up to the sky. He grabs Y/N's hand, and when she doesn't squeeze back he looks down.

"Don't let this turn you into... something you're not. You're not a god... you're Luke Castellan. And I love... Luke Castellan." She chokes out most of her sentence, before her eyes go wild. "You have to leave. Live a life away... from this place... they won't understand. Promise me, Luke," She goes completely lax in his arms, eyes open and blood pooled in her mouth. Luke gags again as he turns his face away, unable to look at her.

"You can't let her die," Luke says, looking up to the sky again as tears fall down his face. "This is my fault. Please, just let her live, and I will leave her alone." When he's met with silence, he starts to get more desperate. "My life for hers. Take me instead, Hades. Make me a slave, or a statue, anything. Just don't take her." Hes begging frantically, chest heaving with emotion. His prayers don't fall on deaf ears, but Aphrodite appears with no way to save her daughter.

"I knew this would happen." The goddess says with a sad face. "I tried to tell her to move on, but of course, she didn't listen. I wouldn't have." Luke wants to throttle the goddess, but he knows he can't. Not only would it not do anything, but she looks exactly like Y/N.

"Save her!" Luke yells, and he can hear people approaching soon. "Do something! I'll give my life, just please!" He begs, but the goddess shakes her head.

"You should go." Aphrodite says as she crouches, placing a hand over her daughter's face and closing her eyes. When Luke doesn't move, she looks down at him. "I'm giving you an out, boy. Leave now." She picks up her daughter and places her in her arms, fixing her up. Even in death, she's gorgeous.

"Why?" Luke asks, standing but not leaving yet.

"Because that was her dying breath. We're here because you didn't listen to her last time you saw her, so you're going to listen to her now." The goddess puts her forehead to her daughter's head, and Luke takes one last look at his lover, who is now dead because of him. He steps into the blood soaked carnations, and then he sprints out.

"They didn't let you save her," Luke hears him in his head, and he knows he's not strong enough to keep himself in check anymore. "I could have done it. And I will do it, when you raise me." Luke wipes his face, taking a deep breath to calm his churning stomach.

"What do I have to do?" 

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[laurfilijames]

For So Long

Pairing: Percy Fawcett x female reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Fingering. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: All the time spent yearning for each other is finally rewarded when Percy returns home from war, fulfilling every shared desire.

A/N: And here we are yet again ignoring the plot and events of a film and throwing canon right out the window because I like this better! I had this idea a while ago and was finally able to finish it, so as random as this is (and not what I should've been working on) enjoy!! A big thank you to @spaghettificationandpretzels for the beautiful banners and also to @wackyharpy for both of you showing so much encouragement and excitement for this story! 💗

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The town had been spirited and bustling for days; everyone anxiously preparing for a long-awaited arrival.

The soldiers were coming home.

Your soldier was coming home.

Letters had been exchanged over the course of the months Percy had been away, his handwriting enough to temporarily sate how much you had been missing him, but now that his return was happening within a matter of hours or days, your heart ached for him even more.

The first set of troops rode in the day prior, the streets lined with all the loved ones left behind who had prayed endlessly for their husband, father or son to be among the ones alive and safe, your heart in your throat the entire time as you scanned through the war-torn faces for a glimpse of the man who didn’t even belong to you yet.

You busied yourself as much as you could to preoccupy your restlessness, baking bread and even a small cake to celebrate, but even as much as you attempted to drag out all your chores, you ended up completing them too quickly and left yourself with even more time to spare in agony.

A long exhale blew through your lips as you swept the stable floor for the third time that day, watching the dust stir up and dance in the sun’s rays that were shining in through the open doorway, the smell of fresh straw in each stall and the distant sound of the horses whinnying in the pasture closest to you helping to calm you.

It was a beautiful day to go riding, the need to gallop through the vast fields with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair calling to you, but without Percy it didn’t seem as appealing.

It was how you met and quickly became your routine; you caring for the horses used by the military, your introduction to Major Fawcett nothing short of electrifying, drawing you to each other at any given opportunity. You would spend hours together out in the fields, riding to places you hadn’t discovered yet, the day ticking by without care as your focus was simply on each other, the lingering looks shared from atop your mounts something you would never be able to erase from your memory.

Charged glances weren’t the only things shared, the tension that had grown between you over the time knowing each other building with every brush of his hand against yours, how his lips would hover so closely to yours that you could feel his breath, waiting to give in to every desire the moment he said to.

“I would have thought you would be in the crowd with everyone else, but I should have expected to find you here instead.”

Percy’s smooth, low voice echoed behind you in the quiet of the stables, causing you to freeze before whipping around, throwing your broom to the ground as you took two quick strides toward him, his bright smile greeting you along with his laugh.

“Percy!” you exclaimed, your eyes dancing over every part of him as your brain worked to believe he was standing before you, your hands instinctively landing on his forearms where you gripped at him through his uniform.

His chuckle continued as he pulled you into his embrace, holding you so closely you could feel your hearts hammering through your chests against each other’s, his hands carefully gliding up the length of your back where he paused and gave a gentle squeeze. His face dipped to nuzzle the side of your neck, his long inhale replacing his laugh as he breathed you in, the intimacy of such a simple act making your eyes close as you in turn did the same.

“How I missed you,” he whispered, his nose grazing against your ear as he moved away slowly, feeling his moustache tickling your skin in his retreat.

His blue eyes were bright as he looked at you with complete adoration, his smile creeping across his full lips until all the creases that flanked his mouth were revealed to you.

“Shall we?” he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the rolling hills and forests, his suggestion to go for a hack made without saying.

“Are you not tired?”

You watched his expression change to something curious, his head tilting slightly while his smile remained.

“Never too tired for you.”

It was all perfect; the entire afternoon spent exchanging stories as you rode along, the weather working to keep you out for as long as you possibly could be, your cheeks sore from smiling so much.

Percy was leading, taking you through a narrow path that led to a small opening, the sound of a creek running up ahead registering as your horses brought you closer.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” you breathed, shocked at the view before you when you halted your horse beside Percy’s, feeling his eyes fixed on you as he took in your reaction.

“I came across it on my last hunt,” he explained, his smile prideful. “I couldn't wait to bring you here.”

Percy dismounted and walked over to where you remained perched in your saddle, smiling up at you while extending his hand for you to take, assisting you in a graceful dismount of your own as you swung your leg over the front of the saddle and slid down the side into his arms.

He didn’t rush to remove his hands from your waist, in fact, tightening his hold on you as you allowed your own hands to linger on his arms, a touch so familiar between you and that of which only lovers would know.

“How do you do it?” he asked, his eyes searching your features as a playful smile dressed his perfect lips.

Your eyebrows knitted as you smiled back, your head tilting. “What?”

“Grow more beautiful each time I lay eyes on you.”

His admission made your smile fade, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched his eyes shift with something more serious, a passion glowing in them that you had seen many times before.

Your mouth opened and closed, struggling to find a suitable answer but not knowing how to respond, thankful when Percy leaned forward to touch his forehead with yours, his nose nudging your cheek.

“I never stopped thinking of you once,” he whispered, his breath fanning on your heated face, closing your eyes where you felt yourself relax and melt into his simple affection.

You knew it was true, having experienced the same in his absence, and even in all the times he wasn't away at war, he was the constant occupant of all of your thoughts.

Everything was charged and felt so emotional, and you still felt unable to find words to appropriately convey how you felt, your breath shaky when you let out the air you had been holding in your lungs.

“Please tell me I'm not alone in this,” he begged, his voice still soft but holding an urgency, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

You moved your head side to side, your nose rubbing against his face, your lips threatening to slot together where there would be no stopping.

“You're not. I have wanted you for what has felt like an eternity, Percy,” you breathed, your voice desperate. “I need you…” you added in another breath, exhaling as if your air was a prayer being sent for all of your dreams to come true.

Percy met your lips with his, softly and tentatively, a long moan resounding into your mouth when you returned his kiss with fervor, feeling his hand cradle the back of your head to press you together hard as you finally indulged in what had been a constant yearning.

His taste and scent was overwhelming and everything you had imagined it to be, his lips full and soft and the way his moustache brushed on your face with each kiss reminded you of all the times you had fantasized of how it would feel all over your body, the ache between your legs unrelenting.

The horses were left on their own to graze, the only focus earning your attention being of each other, Percy clearly as lost in his desires as you were.

His hands were everywhere on you, and you were equally as guilty, tearing at his uniform to try to free his body from its formal confines, the neckline of your shirt torn open and the tie on your skirt unraveled.

Percy paused in kissing you, shrugging out of his coat quickly and carelessly tossing it on the ground, allowing you an opportunity to make work at tugging his necktie down and then unfastening the buttons on his shirt, your hands smoothing over his bare chest the moment it was exposed to you.

A hungry growl sounded from him, your blood heating up more in your veins as you watched his eyes fall closed in such a simple act of pleasure, your excitement to see how he would react to more rushing through you.

Percy grabbed at your waist roughly and spun you around, turning both of your bodies so you were now pressed up against a tree, his mouth diving to your neck and lower to your chest as he revealed more of it.

You moaned loudly, unashamed to be heard and too proud to attempt to stifle anything you felt, your breathing growing faster as he kicked your feet apart with his boots and began lifting your skirts, his hands searching for where you needed him.

His fingers easily found you, stroking over your mound before slipping inside your folds, smearing your slick from back to front to make you jolt against his hand, his thumb pressing on your clit while his other fingers continued to tease you.

“Percy…” you whined, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his shirt hanging loosely from them.

He continued his exploration, slowly breaching your entrance with the tips of his fingers before retreating again, your body trying to follow whenever he backed away, your cry echoing in the trees when he finally inserted them fully inside you.

You were no stranger to pleasure; his letters sent to you scattered across your bed as you touched yourself to thoughts of him, the sound of his voice in your head encouraging you to do so over and over until you felt some satisfaction, knowing that nothing could ever compare to him once you had experienced something so divine.

“I need you to be mine,” he growled, his mouth smearing over your chest as he covered it in sloppy kisses, his other hand tearing your blouse open even more to let your breasts spill out.

“I am yours, Percy,” you complied, arching into him as he sucked at your nipples in turn, his fingers bringing you close to your high.

Your submission seemed to spark something more in him, hearing your own scream faint in your ears as he took your nipple between his teeth and tugged sharply on it, his fingers hooking inside you to rub against that tantalizing spot with purposeful movements.

He stopped his assault right when you were about to explode, his hands leaving your body to furiously unfasten his belt and trousers and whip out his cock, your eyes fixed on his large, leaking member that had your mouth watering and more arousal accumulating between your legs.

You took hold of it, sliding your hand up and down his length in a careful grip, seeing him melt into you, his cheeks flinching as his teeth clenched together, his hips angling back and forth to meet your pace.

He cursed under his breath, opening his eyes to peer down at you working him before his gaze traveled up your disheveled form, watching your heaving breasts before landing on your swollen lips that he brought his thumb up to hold, the blue of his irises darkened with pure lust as he crashed his mouth against yours in a rush.

Deft hands rucked up your skirts again, gathering them at your waist where both of you pushed them as much out of the way as you could, feeling his groin line up to yours, a gasp blowing out of your lungs when his cock nudged at your aching core.

Percy settled between your folds, not pushing past your threshold but instead letting himself linger, both of you breathing and enjoying the sensation.

You kissed him, both urgently and with a hint of hesitation, waiting for him to make his next move.

He broke the seal of your lips, breathing heavily against you, your desperate bodies eagerly wishing for this tormenting tease to end.

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

His words came off his breath in a mix of humour and agony, pretending like he was trying to do the honourable thing by attempting to refuse what you both knew you couldn’t resist any longer.

“No,” you replied, half a question and half a lie.

He moved slightly, his head slipping from between your folds, feeling yourself adjust so that you made contact again, his shaky breath fanning on your lips as he inched forward and his cock returned to where it had been, pressing a little deeper inside you.

Percy kissed you, focusing on the dance of your mouths as you allowed for him to remain no more than an inch within your walls, almost as though this wouldn’t count as being a scandal and frowned upon by those who took purity until marriage seriously.

The thrill only encouraged you more, your hips rocking back and forth on his leaking tip as if you had no control, your kisses growing harder and faster while your hands clawed furiously at each other, feeling your wetness spread out over his cock each time you brought him in and back out again.

“Percy, please!” you begged, pausing your kiss to make your desperate plea and take a breath. “Take me…”

“Is that what you want?” he spoke, his tone low and rough, his eyes flitting over your needy form.

He continued to tease your entrance, having not yet pushed past the depth he had penetrated, his gaze dropping to watch his tip move in and out of you.

“More than anything.”

Percy’s hand wrapped under one of your legs, lifting it and pushing it outward so to spread you more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed further inside you, a low moan sounding from him as he filled you completely, your breath hitching in your throat as your body stretched to fit him.

His lips teased yours, brushing against them before capturing them completely, his kiss frantic to match the way he started thrusting in and out of you, his body moving powerfully into yours that was secured against the tree behind you, the way the bark was scratching into your back going unnoticed.

Your hands wove through his dark blond hair, tugging at it when your pleasure almost became too much, feeling the sweat coating the back of his neck when you let them fall down to his shoulders, hanging onto him as if you were trying to have all of him as part of you.

His pace quickened, each blow against your hips harder and making your body thud violently against the tree, and like the gentleman Percy always was, he wrapped his hands around your back to act as a barrier between you, his hands now taking the brunt of the assault.

Without the support of him holding your leg, you hooked it higher on his hip and squeezed him into you, allowing for each thrust to hit deeper, working with him as you began to feel that build to your release grow inside you.

“Percy…” you whined against his mouth, his name shaky off your tongue as you felt your body start to succumb to his efforts.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, not changing the tempo of his movements. “Let go for me. I want to feel you.”

It would’ve been impossible to hold back even if you wanted to, that blinding, electrifying heat weaving through every inch of you, your entire form tensing as you clenched tightly around him, feeling yourself soak his length as your wails filled the air, the sound of him joining you making each second all the more blissful.

Broken groans fell from his mouth as his hips stuttered into you, his mouth hanging slack against your collarbone while he pumped in and out of you, his thick, hot seed filling your walls and spilling out with each drag.

His breath cooled your heated, dewy skin as he worked to catch it, the messy markings that had resembled kisses turning to be soft and caring, pressing all along your neck and jawline until he met your lips again and brought his hands up to hold either side of your face.

“I have loved you for so long,” he confessed, his thumb rubbing your flushed cheek as his forehead rested on yours.

A small laugh escaped you despite feeling so overcome by emotion, feeling moisture pooling at the corners of your eyes as you smiled, the upward movement of your cheeks making the tears spill out.

“I love you too, Percy.”

You felt him release the breath he had been holding, relieved to know you felt the same, his nose nuzzling your face as he continued to relish in this moment.

“I am going to make you my wife,” he vowed, and you saw an earnest, devoted look dress his features when you took hold of his face and angled to look at him, his eyes as wet as the waters they resembled.

A joyous laugh was exchanged between you as you worked to believe this was all real, having imagined a moment like this time and time again in your days of yearning for him while he was away at war, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that made you trust this was something you would never have to wait for again.

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Thinking about ASPD!Clarisse calling up Percy whenever the symptoms be symptoming because he gets it. She can gripe about how hard it is to hold this job because she hates the people and it's boring, and she wants to quit, and doesn't care how it'll affect her and Chris and whoever else is living with them because NYC rent is up there, but she knows, logically, she can't because it will affect them in a bad way and she can't do that and it's such a fight against her instincts because she just doesn't care.

She gripes to him about therapy because her lack of empathy makes it hard to understand or even enact her therapist's suggestions, especially since she doesn't see anything wrong with her feelings or her actions, even though she knows there's something wrong and doesn't want to be this way. It's hard to not eat Chris's gluten-free snacks when she's hungry and doesn't feel like heading down to the bodega nearby when his food is right there. It's hard not to get physical when they argue. It's hard to keep her fists to herself.

She thinks about kids with Chris's curls and eyes and gets annoyed because she doesn't think she'll ever be at a point when she can have kids, whether physically or via adoption, because it's a slog to take care of others when they're sick and these are people she actively gives a shit about. Kids have so many more needs, are so more dependent. She barely handled it when she was cabin leader. Besides, she can't end up like her father. She refuses.

"You're better than him," Percy will tell her and she grits her teeth, and glares at the wall.

She doesn't feel like she is. She stills get too angry, joined a 24 hour gym so she could punch out her frustrations in the middle of the night. She still doesn't understand societal rules. She doesn't feel human.

Percy gets it.

He hasn't felt human since he was 12 and a trident glowed in blue above his head.

She thinks of Silena's gentle voice, saying, "You're a good person", and how she rolled her eyes and said, "No, I'm not", holding back her assistance in a war that threatened everyone's life. Including hers.

She's come so far, she knows she has, but still she feels like that teenager that didn't care if they lost because she was mad, that rationalized her reaction, rationalized away the death and suffering of people she knew, people she grew up with because she was mad.

She wakes up beside her boyfriend and wonders if she'll feel grief when he dies. Wonders if the explosive rage she felt for Silena was part of grief. Or if that was just anger over the loss of something that was "hers".

"Do you know what grief feels like?"

"I don't know," Percy says and she wants to reach through the phone and smack him for his uselessness. "But I think I've always been grieving."

"Gross," she says and he laughs, a watery noise that's torn between amused and pained.

"I don't think you need grief to love someone," he says. "I think you just need to try."

"I'm always trying," she grumbles. "That's what makes it hard."

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Wouldn't it be fun if baby Percy's first words were related to Uncle Adamas?

As if at a family dinner Hades is joking and rhetorically asking baby Percy who his favorite uncle is and then she opens her mouth and starts babbling, everyone gets tense and excited upon hearing her first word only for her to answer Hades' question shouting "Uncle Adamas, UNCLE ADAMAS!!!"

Adamas would be mortified, Poseidon would be furious, Hades would be jealous and Zeus would be laughing, poor Uncle Adamas would have to hide behind Mommy Rhae to survive Poseidon's assassination attempt, It would be even better if this situation were repeated in the first steps Poor Adamas

Injections and tests? Well, baby Percy only accepts that they are done if Uncle Adamas is with her, this makes Beelzebub's life a lot easier even if internally he is jealous

Who needs Apolo himself to sing her the best children's songs when she can be lulled to sleep by the husky voice of her uncle Adamas mumbling about a new video game?

Visit the Underworld? Well, since she's there why not take the opportunity to go to Uncle Adamas' house, if Hades denies her she'll spend the whole visit crying as if the world was going to end

Being kidnapped to watch Loki's pranks? Hmmm since he takes her to see her favorite uncle she doesn't mind

Baby Percy has already chosen her favorite person in the world, the yanderes are all shaken by this obvious favoritism, meanwhile the platonic yandere Adamas is torn between wanting to protect his niece (who already has suitors despite being just a baby) or between running away far away baby Percy is totally in love platonically with him, his niece loves him very much and this makes him the target of the fury of all the yanderes

just like the other gods he never cared much about age and consent, one of his nieces was courted when she was just a baby (persephone and hades) but now that Percy, his favorite niece, is being courted he no longer thinks the marriage prospect funny, seriously these guys can't wait a few CENTURIES!?!? right now she's just a baby, his baby (platonic yandere speaking)

all the years that Poseidon ignored Adamas came back as karma, he may not have had Poseidon's love in childhood and adulthood but he won baby Percy's love with fervor, if before he had a problem with Poseidon never looking him in the eye now he has a problem with baby Percy looking at him with a perpetual look of platonic love

SHUT UP THIS IS TOO CUTEEEEEE 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

I LOVE PERCY AND UNCLE ADAMAS SCENARIOS SO MUCH THEY'RE SO CUTE BUT ALSO SO VERY HILARIOUS

you know those videos of kids that are running towards one parent, and they spread their arms out cuz they think their kid's running towards them only for the kid to run around them and go to someone else's arms???

YEAH THATS HOW I IMAGINE POSEIDON, BABY!PERCY AND ADAMAS 😭😭😭

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

Harry Potter timeline Sirius Black x fem!reader

CHAPTER SIX (see full series list here)

1992

You feel your breath catch in your throat, stumbling backwards at Peeves' words. Remus rushes forward to place a steadying hand on your arm and you swallow hard, brushing yourself off. You don't want your students to see you like this.

You look back at the torn canvas, viciously slit and ripped.

Would Sirius really do that?

Why would he even want to get into the Gryffindor Tower?

You can feel the other teachers looking at you and you attempt to steady your racing heart, though not to much success.

"P — Professor Dumbledore, we need to get the children out of here," you say meekly, and he nods slowly.

"Yes, yes...please, lead these students to the Great Hall. Professor Snape, please go get the Slytherins, and Professor McGonagall and I will collect the rest," he says, and you nod shakily, smiling weakly at the Gryffindors.

"Alright, everyone, let's go...Percy, will you please help me?"

Percy nods affirmatively, striding to the head of the group and marching forward towards the Great Hall.

Remus looks at you with worry laced in his features and you just shrug at him. You have no idea what to do.

The students stand in the Great Hall, chattering worriedly between themselves, before you're eventually joined by the rest of the school and faculty.

"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Dumbledore says as McGonagall and Flitwick close all doors into the Great Hall. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will all have to spend the night here. I want the Prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the Hall and I am leaving the Head Girl and Boy in charge. Any disturbance should be reported immediately. Send word with one of the ghosts."

Dumbledore pauses, about to leave the Hall, and says, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."

He waves his wand casually and the long tables fly to the edges of the Hall and stand themselves up against the walls; another wave, and the floor is covered with hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags.

"Sleep well," he says, exiting the Hall. You glance at Remus and quickly scurry after the Headmaster.

Outside, the entire faculty have gathered, grim looks on their faces. Many of them are just staring at you, and you just swallow nervously, looking down at your shoes.

"How could he have possibly gotten in, Professor Dumbledore?" McGonagall asks in disbelief.

Snape tuts. "Perhaps he had inside help," he says, looking pointedly at you.

You glare back at him. "Yes, Severus, you got me. I helped Sirius get in the castle just so he could go slashing at paintings!"

"Well, considering how you foolishly maintain that that madman is innocent — "

"He is innocent!"

"Then why, pray tell, is he breaking into the castle and 'slashing at paintings''?" Snape snaps and you falter.

"I — I don't...I don't — "

"Enough. I do not believe a single person in this castle would let Black in, Severus," Dumbledore intervenes calmly, though Snape still glares accusingly at you. "Now, there is an escaped convict in our school, and we must find him. Severus, you take the West Wing. Minerva, Filius, the courtyard and outer grounds, please..."

He glances at you, a sympathetic look on his face. "I think it's best if you stay with the students."

You nod wordlessly, eyes stinging, before turning around and returning to the Great Hall. The lights are out and the students appear to be trying to get to sleep, though most are whispering quietly between themselves. It's only illuminated by the silvery ghosts bobbing in the air, talking seriously with the Prefects, and the starry night sky above you.

"Did you find him, Professor?" One student pipes up as you enter and nearly all heads turn to look at you.

You sigh, shaking your head. "No, Mr Thomas, not yet."

You make your way through the sleeping bags, arriving at the head of the Hall and place your forehead against the wall in disbelief.

Why would he do that?

Why was he trying to get into Gryffindor Tower?

Was he looking for you?

No, surely not. How could he know you work here?

No. He must have been looking for something else.

Someone else.

But who?

You spend the next while full of thoughts and questions before Dumbledore finally enters the Hall, and heads for Percy. You glance up at the enchanted ceiling, and you estimate that it's around three in the morning. Snape then enters soon after, speaking with Dumbledore, casting a judgemental look your way. Probably trying to convince Dumbledore to fire you or something. Lock you away, maybe.

You watch as Snape then leaves, and Dumbledore makes his way over to you. You mentally prepare yourself for the onslaught, wiping away the silent tears that have stained your cheeks.

"Any sign of him, sir?" You ask nervously, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

He shakes his head. "No, I am afraid not."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're not sure whether you should be glad they haven't found him or to be worried that they haven't found him.

Maybe he really was looking for you. Found out about your job somehow. Maybe he's angry that you never visited, never wrote him letters. Not that you were allowed to — the Ministry always said that such a dangerous criminal doesn't deserve such kindness.

"Headmaster, I swear to you I had no involvement in this. I know I've always said he's innocent, but I would never compromise the safety of my students like that," you splutter desperately, looking up at Dumbledore in worry.

He just nods as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "I know. I trust you."

Something in the genuineness with which he says those words makes your eyes water again and your bottom lip tremble. You sigh shakily, putting your head in your hands.

"I just...I just had so much faith in him. I was so certain..." you whisper. "But now...I don't know. I'm just so confused. I don't understand why he would do that. Why would he ever do that?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

You laugh humourlessly, kissing your teeth. "Perhaps all those years in Azkaban really did turn him mad. Maybe I really have been acting like a fool all along. I feel so stupid."

"Seeing the good in someone does not make you a fool," Dumbledore replies gently.

You smile weakly. "You may be the only one who thinks that."

Dumbledore says your name softly, comfortingly. "Often, it is the ones we love that cause us the most pain. When an outsider tells you to stop loving someone who has done something wrong, it is never as easy as they think."

"I just don't want it to feel like a waste. Like I wasted my wedding, my home, my life — loving a bloody murderer," you spit, looking away from him and inhaling deeply.

Dumbledore says nothing for a moment, before speaking quietly, "Do you feel as though you married a murderer?"

You pause, thinking hard for a moment. You remember all those times Sirius kissed you. All the times he told you he loved you. You remember how much fun the two of you used to have together, even more, when you were with your friends. With James and Lily. You remember how James and Sirius were connected at the hip, two sides of the same coin. They were brothers in every way but by blood. You remember the pure joy and pride on his face when he held his baby godson for the first time. You look down at the wedding ring around your finger, twisting it. It's been easy to twist ever since you got it, as you've fiddled with it every time you've been worried or anxious about something. You remember him slipping that wedding ring around your finger on the happiest day of your life.

"No, I don't."

He doesn't respond to that, simply giving you a small, understanding smile, and leaving you.

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The next few days, Sirius is the talk of the school. If you got a galleon for every time you heard his name during your classes you'd probably be able to buy the castle.

It's almost like your school days. Well, back then it was talk of how handsome he was. Now, it's conspiracies of how he got inside the castle and just how demented he actually is.

One class, you're correcting homework while your third-year students work with their telescopes, and Seamus Finnigan throws a question your way:

"Professor, do you know how Black got into the castle?"

"No, Mr Finnigan," you respond curtly, not looking up from your work.

"I reckon he tunnelled under the ground," he says simply.

You shake your head tiredly. "Perhaps."

Days later, you hurry down to the Quidditch pitch, cursing angrily at the torrential rain currently battering your face and body. You shuffle into an empty seat, squinting out onto the pitch. Everything looks grey and murky, the rain and wind overpowering everything.

You can barely even see the players, though you do notice Harry getting thrown around in the wind from time to time. You're shivering beneath the multiple layers you're wearing, and as much as you love Quidditch, you're just waiting for the match to be over at this point and you can return to your lovely warm quarters.

Lightning flashes, and as you skim your eyes around the pitch, you have to do a double take when you see something that makes your breath catch in your throat. There, directly across from you, in the topmost, empty row of seats in the far box is the silhouette of a shaggy black dog. You blink rapidly, leaning forward to see if what you're seeing is really real.

Harry whizzes past on his broomstick, momentarily blocking your line of sight. When he's gone, so is the dog, and you sigh, leaning back in your seat again.

Maybe I'm finally going mad, you think.

And then you really do think you're going mad, because an eerie silence suddenly falls over the stadium. It even feels like the wind is holding its breath.

A horrible cold washes over you, even colder than you already are. Movement catches your eye and you look to the pitch, noticing at least a hundred cloaked figures gliding creepily along, looking up at the Quidditch players.

You stand up in shock, and watch in horror as Harry starts to sway on his broomstick, before slipping and plummeting towards the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, you plunge your hand into your pocket and produce your wand, yelling, "Aresto Momentum!"

Harry's fall slows, and he lands semi-gently on the pitch floor. You run down to the pitch, just in time to find Dumbledore, outraged and bellowing furiously at the Dementors. He casts his patronus and the silvery phoenix drives the Dementors out of the stadium. Then he magicks up a stretcher for Harry, and walks with him out of the stadium. You follow them in worry, glancing behind you to see Cedric Diggory clasping the golden snitch in his hands, as he talks rapidly with Madam Hooch.

Harry is fine, of course. Madam Pomfrey fetched large bars of chocolate and left them on his bedside, muttering angrily about Dementors on school grounds and chatting furiously with Dumbledore, who was equally angry. You leave soon after Harry arrives at the hospital wing, thinking that his friends and teammates may find it odd that you're there.

You spend the rest of the evening mulling over your sight of Sirius. You have no doubt that that was his animagus, but you're not sure whether you imagined it or not. Would he really be that stupid to watch a Quidditch game when he's on the run?

Part of you wouldn't be surprised at that. Can't keep that man away from his favourite game.

You remember when he was a Gryffindor Beater, playing alongside James. You commentated during your time at school, and while you were supposed to be focused on the game itself, most of the time you were ogling Sirius whizzing around the pitch. And getting reprimanded by McGonagall for not being impartial — but that's beside the point.

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