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asapjens · 3 months

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Gifts & Blessings

PJO: perseus jackson x reader

SYNOPSIS: gods, gifts, and unexpected blessings

CATEGORY: fluffffffff

WORD COUNT: 493

After the chaos of the battle against Kronos, Percy and his friends found themselves standing before the gods, who were bestowing gifts upon them.

The atmosphere was tense, and the gods were not exactly known for their gentleness.

Zeus cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, I offer you the gift of immortality. Join us on Mount Olympus as a god."

Percy hesitated for a moment, and the other gods exchanged glances, some muttering under their breath.

You, being the daughter of Hermes, couldn't hold back as you stepped forward.

"Whoa, hold on there," you interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. "Percy doesn't need to be a god to show how much he cares about his people. He's doing just fine as a demigod.”

The gods turned their attention to you, surprised by your boldness. Even Poseidon and Zeus looked taken aback, not used to being questioned or challenged by mere half-bloods.

Poseidon, noticing the commotion, stepped forward with a small smile. "Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Percy's got a good head on his shoulders, and I'm sure he knows what he wants."

You nodded at his words. "Percy's dad is right and-" You felt a pang of embarrassment as you realized your slip-up. "I mean, Poseidon, sir of the sea, I mean God! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Poseidon chuckled, waving off your apology. "No need to worry, my dear. I appreciate your support for my son. He's lucky to have someone like you by his side."

The tension in the air eased as Poseidon's words calmed the other gods. Percy shot you a grateful look, and you smiled back, feeling a little less flustered.

As you and Percy prepared to leave, hand in hand, Poseidon approached the two of you. Percy expected his father to address him, but instead, Poseidon turned to you.

Confused, you nodded as he asked you if he could have a word in private with you. You dropped Percy’s hand, not before kissing his knuckles.

"Ah, my dear, it's not every day that someone stands up for my son the way you did. It takes a lot of bravery or stupidity to reference the Gods like that," said Poseidon.

“Umh, thanks,” you replied.

“You have my blessing to marry my son,” Poseidon said. You blinked in surprise, feeling your cheeks flush. "Oh, um, thanks, but we're not really... I mean, we haven't really thought about..."

Poseidon winked at you. "Mark my words, my dear. You and Percy have something special." You chuckled and nodded. Then you went back to Percy.

“What was all that about?” said your boyfriend. “Oh, come on, don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure having the god of the sea as a father-in-law is not that bad," you chuckled at Percy’s words and pressed your lips against his.

When you guys made it to camp, Percy took your hand and led you to a quieter spot. The beach. He looked at you with a twinkle in his eye, and before you knew it, he was pledging his commitment to you.

Not in a marriage proposal way, it was better than that, a promise to always be together, no matter what. A promise that you both would always keep.

The two of you shared a moment, knowing that you didn't need the approval of the gods to solidify your bond. With Poseidon's unexpected blessing and Percy's heartfelt vow, you felt ready to face whatever the future held, together.

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stellatekintsugi · 10 months

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Logan Lerman

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myouiminn · 8 months

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Starry Promises

Percy Jackson x Reader

Notes: don't repost without my permission!

As the day came to a close, Percy and Y/n found themselves once again by the edge of the lake, where they had shared so many special moments. They sat together, letting their feet dangle in the cool water, as the warm hues of the sunset spread across the sky.

"I never thought I'd find someone like this, someone who understands this crazy demigod life," Y/n admitted, looking at Percy with a tender smile.

Percy nodded, also gazing out at the water. "I never thought someone could dive so deeply into my world. But you... you're special, Y/n."

She looked at him, her eyes shimmering. "You're special to me too, Percy. You've shown me that even amidst the chaos and dangers, it's possible to find love and joy."

Percy reached out and held her hand, their fingers intertwining. "Y/n, I don't know what lies ahead, but I know I want to face everything with you by my side."

Y/n smiled, her expression brimming with emotion. "I want to be by your side too, Percy. No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

And then, with the tranquil lake as their witness, they sealed their promise with a gentle kiss, full of tenderness and hope. The magical world around them seemed to be in perfect harmony with the love they shared, as if the gods and destiny were celebrating this special union.

And so, beneath the starry canopy, Percy Jackson and Y/n embarked on a journey that would lead them to incredible adventures, unimaginable challenges, and a love that would only grow with time. Together, they would navigate the highs and lows of life as demigods, always remembering the power of the love that bound them and made them invincible.

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As their lips parted, Percy and Y/n exchanged a knowing look, their hearts in sync with the promises they had just made. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment, wrapped in the warmth of their feelings for each other.

As the night deepened, they remained seated by the lake, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, each word strengthening the bond that had formed between them. It was as if they had known each other for a lifetime, and yet every moment felt brand new and exciting.

"You know," Percy began, breaking a comfortable silence, "I used to think being a demigod was a curse. But meeting you, Y/n, has shown me that it's also a gift. It brought you into my life."

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I used to feel so out of place before I came here. But you and this camp, it's become my home."

Percy reached for her hand again, his touch reassuring. "No matter what challenges come our way, no matter how tough things get, we'll always have each other."

Y/n nodded, her heart swelling with affection for the green-eyed demigod beside her. "Together, we can face anything."

And so, under the celestial canopy, Percy and Y/n continued to talk, to share, and to build their future together. They watched as shooting stars streaked across the sky, making silent wishes that their love would endure whatever trials destiny had in store.

As the night drew to a close, they stood up, reluctant to leave the tranquil lakeside. Hand in hand, they walked back to the heart of the camp, where their friends awaited and new adventures beckoned. The journey ahead was uncertain, but with each other, they felt invincible.

And as the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, Percy and Y/n knew that their love story was just beginning, a tale of bravery, magic, and a love that would transcend even the boundaries of their mythical world.

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writingdumpster · 1 year

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the truth

pairing: Jonah Heidelbaum x reader

warnings: slight spoilers for season 2

summary: You go to visit Jonah when he's working late with his professor, but he isn't there. He has to tell you who he really is.

word count: 1.5k

Jonah walked into your apartment to see you seated on the couch watching television. It was well past midnight, and he had told you not to wait up for him. You were mad at him. He tried to ease into the conversation, not really knowing where it was going.

“Did you wait for me, baby?” Jonah asked as he came to sit beside you. You kept your eyes trained on the television, arms crossed tightly across your chest.

“Where were you tonight?” You asked, ignoring his question.

“School, with my advisor. I was helping him grade papers,” Jonah tried. You turned towards him, your lips pressed tightly together and eyes narrowed.

“Really? Because I went by your advisor’s office with the dinner I made you so I could visit you—Your dinner’s in the trash now, so I hope you’re hungry. It was your favorite,” you started. Jonah’s heart fell. He started trying to explain.

“Baby—” You kept going.

“And then I found out that not only were you not there, but you haven’t been working with him for the last two months.”

“I’m sorry—” You didn’t stop.

“But you have still been gone for the last two months. Every. Single. Night.” Your voice was firm and low. “So, where were you?” Jonah knew he was in trouble. There wasn’t a way out of this one.

“I can explain everything,” Jonah told you at once.

“What’s her name?” You asked fiercely.

“Her name?” He asked, confused.

“Whoever you’ve been sneaking off to every night. What’s her name?” Jonah shook his head.

“There’s no other girl. There’s no one, baby. There’s only you,” he told you.

“Oh, please!” You shouted, now rising off the couch. “You expect me to believe you’ve been lying to me about why you’re out so late for two months and you’re not cheating on me?”

“I’m not cheating on you, honey. I would never do that to you. I love you more–”

“You love me?!” You spit angrily. “Then why have you been lying to me? I can’t believe you proposed to me, you complete asshole!” Jonah felt like his body was being dragged into the floor. He couldn’t believe you thought he didn’t love you. He loved you more than anything. He loved you like it was the only thing he needed to survive. Jonah rose off the couch. He tried to reach out to you but you stepped away. He’d never felt worse in his life when you moved away from him. You’d never done that before. You had only ever moved closer.

“I’m going to explain everything,” Jonah said. “I promise.” He paused. “But please tell me that you know I love you,” he begged. “Please. I need to know that you know I love you.” Your lips tightened. You thought for a moment. You couldn’t lie to him. He could obviously lie to you, but you couldn’t lie to him.

“I want to hear the truth,” you said. Jonah nodded solemnly. He deserved that. He didn’t deserve your trust. He didn’t deserve anything from you. Jonah took a deep breath.

“Two years ago I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a Nazi in my house. He killed my Safta,” he started. He continued to tell you the story of how he became a Hunter. He told you about the Wolf and his grandfather. He answered every question you asked him. He told you that he was a killer. He told you every horrible thing he had done, because the horrible things he did were things that needed to be done. He even told you about the mistake he made in Spain. When his story finished he was terrified. He felt sure that this was the end. You were seated on the couch, with him standing in front of you. He watched you in anxious silence as you processed his story. Finally, you spoke.

“I want to help you,” you told Jonah. His eyes widened in shock.

“No. Absolutely not,” he replied at once.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Because it’s dangerous,” he said.

“That’s why I want to be there with you,” you told him.

“No. I want you safe from all this. I want you protected.”

“Jonah, if it’s dangerous, then I want to be with you,” you said. “I want you protected too.”

“Baby, no. I can’t let you get hurt. It’s too dangerous,” Jonah told you.

“Then I want you to stop,” you said firmly. Jonah fell silent.

“I can’t,” he told you. “It’s too important.”

“More important than me?” You asked. Jonah shook his head quickly.

“No, of course not. Nothing is more important than you,” he said. He reached out and took your hands in his. This time you let him.

“Okay, well I’m offering you a choice,” you told him. “You can let me help you,” you said. “…Or you can stop,” you finished.

“Baby…” Jonah started to protest.

“You lied to me, Jonah. About so much. Since the day we met,” you said. “And I know you love me. I know you weren’t doing this to hurt me. But you lied,” you told him.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry. I won’t stop being sorry for the rest of my life,” he said. He reached for your face and cupped your cheek in his hand. “I just can’t let anything happen to you.”

“And I can’t let anything happen to you,” you said. “I can’t let you go out there alone.”

“It won’t be safe for you, baby,” Jonah told you. “I’ve been doing this for two years now,” he said.

“Then you’ll train me,” you told him. Jonah sighed.

“Y/N…” He continued to protest.

“You can get your friends to help you again,” you said. “But you aren’t going out to hunt Nazis alone.”

“They don’t want to talk to me,” he said, dismissing the idea. You squeezed his hand.

“I still love you, Jonah,” you told him. “And I still want to be with you.”

“I love you too, baby–” He tried to begin protesting again, but you kept talking.

“But I can’t stay with you if I’m terrified that you won’t come home every night,” you said. “I need to know that you aren’t alone if you’re out there.” Jonah closed his mouth and nodded.

“You’re right,” he agreed. “I can’t ask that of you.” He thought. He didn’t want you to get hurt. That was his thought above all else. But he also knew he had a responsibility to his Safta and his grandfather and the six million Jewish people who hadn’t been offered justice.

“You don’t have to decide now, but I don’t want you going out again if someone isn’t with you,” you told him.

“Are you sure you want to help me? You really want to be a part of this? It’s not easy. You’re going to see things that nobody should see,” he told you.

“Baby, I’m proud that this is what you’ve been doing. I think it’s wonderful,” you told him. Jonah’s heart soared when you called him ‘baby.’ He had been worried that he’d never hear that word from you again. “I’m mad that you lied to me. I’m not mad that you hunt Nazis,” you told him.

“It’s just…You know how many nightmares I have,” he said. “I don’t want to put that on you.”

“You didn’t stop because of the nightmares and I understand why,” you told him. “I’ll do this with you, honey,” you assured him. He nodded hesitantly.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Okay,” he repeated. “I’ll train you. We can hunt together.” You gave him a small smile. You leaned up and kissed him. His hands went to your waist and he pulled you close. Your arms fell over his shoulders. When you pulled away your foreheads stayed pushed together.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pressed a quick peck to your lips. “I’m never going to lie to you again.” You chuckled.

“And all it took was threatening to leave,” you joked. Jonah smiled. You found a way to laugh no matter how bad you were feeling. It was one of the things he loved most about you.

“I’ll do anything to keep you, sweetheart. You’re the most important thing in my life. You know that, right?” He asked. You nodded.

“I know,” you said. “I understand, honey,” you said. “I really am proud of you for all of this. Everything you’ve done…I think it’s amazing.” Jonah gave you a small smile.

“You’re amazing,” he told you. You shook your head with a smile.

“Okay, sweet talker,” you said. “Now come to bed with me. I had to wait up all night because I thought my fiancé was cheating on me,” you said. Jonah smiled. You rose off the couch and followed him into your bedroom. It was only a few minutes till you were both wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Thank you for understanding, baby,” Jonah whispered.

“Shh,” you said. “I’m sleepy, codebreaker,” you added with a smirk. You giggled when Jonah groaned.

“I never should’ve told you that,” he said. “I was so embarrassing when I first started.”

“You said you would always tell me the truth,” you said. Jonah smiled.

“Fine,” he agreed. “But I’m never telling you what happened at Booty’s 14th birthday party.”

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soulofapatrick · 4 months

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Kiss Me Tired - Percy Jackson x Female Reader

Summary: you can't sleep so go to find your best friend - Percy

Words: 1.9k

warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

I find myself tossing and turning, the sheets tangling around my restless limbs, as elusive sleep evades me once again. The Apollo cabin is quiet, the soft hum of night almost suffocating in its stillness. Moonbeams trickle through the window, casting gentle patterns of the wooden floors.

Grateful for being on the bottom bunk tonight, I slide from under the covers with practiced ease. The gentle thud as my feet meet the floor barely makes a sound, but each step feels amplified in the silence of the sleeping cabin. Slipping on a pair of shoes without lacing them up, I make my way to the door, my heart pounding louder than the muted thuds of my footsteps. The door creaks slightly as I ease it open, wincing at the noise before exhaling a relieved breath as it swings shut behind me.

Staying close to the comforting cover of shadows, I weave my way through the lingering clusters of campers, their hushed conversations mixing with the rustling of leaves in the night breeze. The children of Nemesis and Nyx, silhouetted against the faint glow of the campfire, seem engrossed in their own whispered discussions, oblivious to my presence as I navigate the edges of their gathering.

I skirt the edges of the Poseidon Cabin, a refuge I’ve often visited, and slip inside, grateful for the cover of darkness. The familiar scent of saltwater and adventure lingers in the air. The cabin is eerily quiet, echoing with the absence of Percy—the solitary presence that usually defines it.

My steps echo softly against the wooden floor as I venture further in. The moonlight filters through the windows, causing elongated shadows that dance across the cabin’s interior. Percy’s empty bed confirms his absence, leaving the cabin strangely deserted.

Curiosity propels me deeper into the cabin, my gaze landing on the backdoor open, leading to the pontoons. The moon’s silvery trail illuminates the pathway to the water’s edge, inviting and ethereal. The realisation settles in—Percy, the sole child of Poseidon, often seeks solace by the lake, where the water sings the tales of his father’s realm.

The sight before me steal a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. Percy sits there, silhouetted against the shimmering reflection of the moon on the water, a portrait of quiet strength and contemplation. His unruly hair catches glimmers of moonlight, creating an otherworldly halo around him.

As I draw nearer, the tranquility that envelopes him seems almost tangible. The lake mirrors the night sky, stars dancing on its surface, and Percy, the living embodiment of that serene beauty, captures my attention entirely.

He turns at the faint rustle of my approach, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his pretty lips. His sea-green eyes, illuminated by the moon’s gentle glow, hold a depth that echoes the mysteries of the ocean. It’s mesmerising, the way he seems both a part of the night and a beacon within it.

Percy’s messy black hair catches the moonlight in a way that makes it seem like constellations have woven themselves into the strands, each unruly wave a testament to the untamed spirit he embodies. His lightly tanned skin, kissed by the sun’s rays and caressed by the gentle breeze, holds a warmth that feels inviting even in the cool night air.

As I settle next to him, a comfortable ease settles between us. Percy shifts slightly, adjusting his position, and I follow suit, instinctively resting my head on his shoulder. It feels oddly natural, as if this silent language of unspoken understanding has been written int he stars all along. The coolness of the night dissipates against the warmth of his presence. His shoulder, solid and reassuring beneath my head, carries the weigh of both the wards burdens and its beauty.

His sea-green eyes, s deep and enigmatic, gaze out into the horizon, the mysteries of the universe reflecting in their depths. The seven expression on his face speaks volumes, as if he’s a silent guardian, watching over the secrets of the night. The gentle breeze whispers secrets to the night, and I feels Percy’s arm, strong and comforting, wrap around my waist, pulling me a fraction closer to him. It’s a gesture of silent understanding, an unspoken invitation to share the weight of ur silent night-time musings.

“Why can’t you sleep, Mouse?” Percy’s voice, soft and inquisitive, breaks the tranquil silence with my stupid nickname he made for me. His concern is palpable, yet I hesitate to divulge the true reason behind my sexlessness, my heart pounding against the confession I’m afraid to voice.

I shift slightly, trying to evade the truth, the words catching in my throat as I struggle to articulate the turmoil within, “Just… thoughts, I guess. You know how it is.”

But it’s a hollow response, a mere veil covering the truth that simmers beneath the surface. The mere thought of Percy and Annabeth together as a couple, a union so celebrated and cherished among demigods, twists a knot in my stomach, a painful reminder of my unspoken feelings for him.

The fear of vulnerability and the ache of unrequited affection hold me captive in a silence that feels suffocating. I can’t bring myself to admit the ache his closeness evokes, the ache that surges every time I see them together, facing the world as a pair that everyone wants to see. The perfect couple.

A grumble of protest escapes my lips, as I know he sees through my lie as he stays silent, a frustrated sound that I can’t seem to contain. I turn my face, burying it in the comforting crook of his neck, hoping to hide the turmoil that threatens to spill over. His chest rumbles with a soft laughter, a sound that’s both comforting and teasing, pulling me out of my momentary retreat.

Before I realise it, his finger hooks gently under my chin, lifting my face to meet to gaze. The concern etched into his expression melts away any remaining resistance, coaxing me to open up even as my heart clenches with the vulnerability of it all.

“Hey,” He murmurs softly, his sea-green eyes searching mine, an unspoken invitation tp share whatever weighs on my mind.

I swallow hard, the lump in my throat refusing to dissipate. The urge to confess tugs at my heartstrings, a silent plea to unburden the ache that gnaws at me. But the words romain elusive, trapped behind a barrier of fear and insecurity.

My heart hammers against my chest as his thumb traces a gentle path across my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth that seeps into the cracks of my guarded emotions. I meet his gaze, sea-green eyes holding mine in a silent conversation that speaks volumes.

I feel myself drawn to him, my eyes inadvertently tracing the curve of his lips. The soft moonlight casts an ethereal glow on his features, highlighting the contours of his face in a way that feels almost surreal.

As my gaze lingers on his lips, a surge of emotions—longing, fear, and a yearning for something more—swirl within me. Self-control wavers as my heart takes over, propelled by an undeniable urge to bridge the gap between us.

Without warning, without calculation, I lean forward, closing the space between us. My lips meet his in a moment that feels both suspended in time and yet over too soon. It’s a soft, tentative touch, a leap of faith and vulnerability woven into the tender connection.

For a heartbeat, the world stills around us, the air crackling with the unspoken truth of our shared emotions. The warmth of his lips against mine like a revelation, a stolen moment that lingers as a testament to the unspoken desires I’ve kept hidden. But, just as quickly as it happens, the weight of the moment hits me, the reality crashing down like a tidal wave. I pull away, breathless and wide-eyed, my heart thundering in my chest, uncertainty clouding my thoughts.

“Perce… Fuck, I’m sorry, I-“

Before I can finish my stammered apology, the words tumbling out in a jumble of regret and confusion, Percy’s gentle touch silences my anxious ramblings. He leans in, cutting off my faltering speech with a soft yet determined press of his lips against mine. It’s a kiss that carries a subtle urgency, a reassurance woven into the tender connection that leaves me breathless and wide-eyed.

His lips, warm and inviting, mould against mine in a way that feels both familiar and utterly new. There’s a tenderness to his touch, a silent promise of understanding and acceptance that sends a shiver down my spine. His kiss tastes like the promise of untold stories, of shared secrets whispered in the stillness of the night.

My heart leaps in my chest, responding to his gentle yet confident touch. I reciprocate, tentatively at first, before letting myself be swept away by the overwhelming rush of emotions. My hands, initially hovering uncertainly in the space between us, find their place, one resting against his chest and the other timidly finds its way to his cheek, relishing the warmth and softness of his skin.

His hands, strong yet tender, find their place at the small of my back, pulling me closer in an embrace that feels both reassuring and exhilarating. The closeness of our bodies, the shared warmth between us, creates a cocoon of intimacy that blurs the boundaries of friendship and something more.

The moment lingers, suspended in a haze of shared emotions, before Percy breaks the kiss, his breath mingling with mine as he gently pulls me onto his lap. My knees rest on either side of his hips, a sudden rush of adrenaline mingling with the warmth of our closeness. Then, he guides me down, our bodies molding together in a dance of longing and unspoken desires. His hands, firm yet gentle, cup my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks as he leans in for another kiss.

This time, there's a hunger in his touch, a raw passion that ignites between us. Our lips meet again in a union fuelled by the unspoken confessions of our hearts. It's a kiss that speaks volumes, a dance of lips and tongues that express the emotions we've kept buried for so long. His fervour is matched by mine as I respond eagerly, the longing I've harboured finally finding an outlet in this shared intimacy. The taste of his kiss is electrifying, a rush of emotions that consumes every inch of my being.

My hands find their place on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, drawing him closer in a silent plea for more. Our bodies meld together, the heat of our closeness building an unspoken intensity that blurs the lines between friendship and an uncharted territory of passion.

In the soft moonlight, our embrace becomes a symphony of desire and longing, each movement a testament to the unspoken connection we've discovered. And as we lose ourselves in this intoxicating moment, the boundaries of what we were and what we might become blur in the heat of our shared passion.

“Come on sweetheart,” Percy finally pulls away, “You can sleep here tonight.”

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supercap2319 · 4 months

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"Percy, this is all going to sound strange, but I'm from another universe in another multiverse. And the guy with the black hair over there... Is Percy Jackson. My Percy Jackson."

"But that's crazy. Not to mention impossible." Percy said.

"You wouldn't by chance be into comics would you? It's something like that. Percy and I, we're from another universe. One that is similar to this one, but different. Which explains why you look different and younger than my Percy." Y/N said.

"You keep saying 'my Percy.' Why do you keep saying that?"

"Oh, because he's my boyfriend."

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whoxeology · 3 months

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HI HII hope ur having an amazing day!! But I can I request Percy x reader (gn if possible plz:3) where Percy n reader get caught by Sally (after they rescue her😞) cuddling n kissing BUT Sally didn't know they were in a relationship (maybe they were just couldn't tell her since they didn't know when or couldn't since they just rescued her??). ITS OK IF U CANT/DONT WANT TO!! plz take care of urself n remember to drink water ^.^tysm!!

A/N: PLEASE YOU ARE LITERALLY SO SWEET. THIS IS SO EXCITING I LOVE GETTING REQUESTS. This is my first actual blurb so please let me know what y'all think.

⛧☾༺♰Red Handed♰༻☽⛧

PAIRING: Percy Jackson x Reader

WARNINGS: Established Relationship, cursing, GN Reader, Possible spoilers for TLT, Kissing, OOC Percy.

W.C: 0.8K

A/N: I have not read the books only knowledge I have of Percy is from the movies, TV show, and multiple fics I have read. While writing this I have Logan Lerman Percy Jackson in mind. With that being said this is purely for fun. You are more than welcome to disagree and leave feedback.

It had been a hell of a past few hours. In less than 24 hours you, Percy, Grover, and Annabeth had managed to go to the underworld and save Sally, briefly fought Luke before Percy ultimately beat his ass, returned the lightning bolt to Zeus, and got Grover back from the underworld.

"My god my back is killing me" You groaned as you stretched yourself out on Percy's bed. You had gotten out of a much-needed shower, the scalding hot water seeming to work miracles on your bruised skin. You smelled faintly of Vanilla and were wearing an old AC/DC tee shirt and shorts that Percy had lent you.

Saying you were exhausted was an understatement. You missed your friends, your cabin mates, and most importantly sleep. Considering you’d been barely managing to catch 40 minutes of sleep in the past few days you’d take anything.

"I wonder why's that," Percy said sarcastically as he slid himself up behind you. He placed his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent. "God you smell good," He said as his hands found their way under your shirt and onto your waist. His cold hands meet your hot skin making you shiver.

Percy missed his mom more than shown. You wouldn’t blame him, you know if you got your mom back you’d be feeling the same as him, if not worse. Annabeth and Grover had gone back to camp while you and Percy decided to stay with his mom for the night. You would have gone back to camp with Grover and Annabeth but Percy insisted on you staying with him.

"Can't say the same for you," You say jokingly. Percy's cold hands were poking around your waist with intent making you giggle and squirm when he poked a sensitive spot below your ribs.

"Hey I showered," he said defensively as his poking turned into tickling. His fingers were relentless "Take it back." He said into your neck as you laughed loudly trying to get away.

"Percy!" You whisper shouted trying to pry his hands away from your waist. You didn't want Sally to hear and get the wrong impression about you.

"Take it back love or else I won't stop," He whispered into your ear as he pinned your wrist down with one hand. His other becoming harsher tickling your sides as if there was no tomorrow.

"OKAY, OKAY FINE I"M SORRY, YOU SMELL AMAZING," You practically shouted as you grasped at his hands. If he kept it up you’d probably piss your pants. Finally, after what seemed like years he stopped tickling you resting his hands back on your waist. He shoved his head back into your neck.

"Percy," you said in a warning tone. He had started to kiss right below your ear.

"Hmm?," He hummed back. The vibration tickles against your neck right below your jaw. His hands around your waist tightened, pulling your back further onto him.

“Percy,” you whine breathlessly. Your hands reach behind you to tug on his hair. He was being an ass, placing slow kisses on the collar of your neck.

“Who smells amaz- OH MY GOD,"

The sound of Percy's door opening was all you heard before you were on the ground. Your ass hurts from the sudden impact.

"Oh my god sweetie are you okay," Sally said rushing to your side. Her hands grabbed yours as she pulled you off the ground.

"Oh my god babe I'm sorry I panicked," Percy said as he grabbed your waist and pulled you back onto the bed.

"Im fine it's okay really," You laughed as you sat on the bed leaning against Percy finding the whole situation funny. Percy was sitting on his bed awkwardly with one hand around your waist and the other rubbing the back of his neck, his face bright red while Sally's eyes were looking at him expecting answers.

"Babe? When did this happen," Sally questioned as she leaned against the wall. She didn't look upset but rather amused. "Since a little after I got to camp," Percy said looking at his mom. He stopped rubbing his neck and instead started playing with your fingers instead.

“Okay cool, look I get it, I understand you’re young I was young one too and I will admit I had my fair share of fun -” She was cut off by a loud groan from Percy. He threw himself back into his bed. His black hair hit his light blue pillow.

“Oh my god, Mom please stop” He mumbled his entire face red again. You can hear the embarrassment in his voice.

“Okay okay I’ll leave,” she said as she put her hands up with a cheeky smile on her face. “This door stays open though,” she said as she pointed at Percy, suddenly serious.

“MOMMMMM.”

A/N: How do yall feel about the color-coded diolauge? would yall prefer it like this or as regular text?

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ohthewh0rror · 6 months

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Serious question:

Why, on TikTok, do they make Tom Riddle and Voldemort two different people to give Mattheo a brother??

Why can’t we use a new guy? A new OC? Give Mattheo an actual older brother and cast this guy??

#this is just an excuse for me to try and bring #Logan Lerman back into relevancy #am I begging tho #pls ditch the current older brother!tom on tiktok #tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader

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mattsturniolosmuse · 18 days

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Percy Jackson x Reader

Another one of the poll smuts. Only one more to go!

Summary: You are a daughter of Ares, and are constantly fighting with Percy. You two hate each other. One night, you guys are doing patrol after hours in the big house, and quickly hide in a closet as 2 demigods start f*cking in front of you.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, spanking, semi public sex, dom!percy and sub!reader, enemies to lovers

"Fuck off, Percy!" You yell, storming away towards your cabin. You had had enough of him. He was constantly drenching your clothes with water, even if they were outside, drying already.

To get your mind off of Percy, you decided to clean your cabin. Being the cabin leader, that was your responsibility. You started picking up broken spears and pencils off of the floor, but something underneath your bed caught your eye.

You reached under and pulled out a seashell. You admired it, turning it around your palm. You knew, it was Percy's. No one else here is a son of Poseidon. You hastily shoved it in your pocket as some of your siblings entered the cabin.

"Oi, Y/N, you're on big house patrol tonight." Clarisse told you. You nod, standing up.

"With who?" You ask.

"Silena, Percy, and Charlie." She says. I throw the pencil in my hand at the wall. It clanks against the metal bull head and falls to the floor, rolling under the desk.

"Ah. With Percy, huh?" Clarisse asks you, patting your back and leaving the cabin.

>>>><<<<

"I'm not happy with it either, Dick Wagon." You snap.

"Whatever. Let's go check out the kitchen." Percy says, leading the way. You mock him as you follow behind.

You step inside the door behind Percy, and he grabs your hand and leads you into the closet.

"What the fu-" You started, but was interrupted by Percy's hand covering your mouth. You stare out the crack of the closet, and see Charlie leading Silena down onto the table, his lips smashing onto hers.

"Gotta be quiet, baby." Charlie said to her, removing her top.

Your chest was heaving, you hated small spaces. Percy removes his hand from your mouth, his hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

Charlie was now eating Silena out.

"G-god, Charlie, it feels so good!" Silena moans out, bucking her hips into Charlie's face.

You felt something poking against your lower back. You roll your eyes, but you couldn't ignore the wet patch in your panties as Percy's grip tightens on your waist.

"P-percy..." You whisper.

"Mhm?" He responds.

"Please fuck me." You say, face flushing from embarassment.

"Gladly." Percy says, spinning you around and gently pressing you against the wall and capturing your lips in his.

No matter how much you hated Percy, you needed this moment with him. You knew how you felt about as soon as he had his hand covering your mouth.

Percy's tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, letting his tongue clash against yours. You whimper quietly, but it wouldn't matter anyways, Silena's moans were loud enough to mask the sound of you and Percy.

Percy ruts his hips into yours, his cock brushing against your clothes pussy.

"Percy, just hurry up." You say. He shimmies your pants and underwear down your legs, and you kick them off. He unzips your hoodie, pulling it off, and throwing it behind him.

You work on his jeans while he attempts to unclasp your bra, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You chuckle, unclasping it yourself. Percy lifts his Camp-Half blood t-shirt over his head.

"Any safe words?" He asks, and your eyes widen.

"Uh- blueberry." You say. Percy nods.

"Jump." He demands. You do, and he grabs your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. His cock slips in between your folds. You throw your head back, hitting it against the rock wall behind you. You yelp.

"Shh, pretty baby." Percy says, placing his hand on the back of your head to act as a pillow. He begins thrusting in and out of you, and you moan loudly. Percy pushes his lips against yours to quiet you.

"Yes, daddy!" Silena moans from outside. You laugh into Percy's mouth, and he laughs too.

"Why don't you try that?" Percy asks. You smirk.

"Make me feel good first." You say. He begins to thrust faster, and your eyes roll back. He uses his other hand to draw circles into the bundle of nerves while he fucked you.

"Yes, Percy!" You moan, attaching your lips to his neck. You bite his neck, and Percy whimpers. You dig your nails into his back, causing him to go even faster. He takes you off of the wall and lays you down on the floor, your legs still wrapped around his waist as he fucks you into the floor.

"Come on. Call me daddy, pretty baby." Percy moans, flipping you over as he fucks you doggy style.

The floor was uncomfortable, so Percy stops to fold up some of the clothes on the floor, placing them beneath your head. He begins fucking you again.

"Call me daddy!" Percy moans, slapping your ass. He fastens his pace.

"I'm so close, Percy." You moan, clenching around him. Percy moans sinfully.

"Not letting you cum. Not until you call me - gods - daddy." He says, squeezing your boobs from beneath you.

"Fine! Daddy, please let me cum. Please." You moan out.

"Again." Percy says, smacking your ass another time.

"Daddy! F-feels so good." You moan out.

"Good girl." Percy says, getting sloppy.

"I need to cum, daddy." You moan.

"Go." Percy says. You clench around him before releasing all over his cock. He pistons his hips into you a few more times before shooting his load inside of you. But he doesn't stop.

"P-percy, s' too much." You moan.

"Take it from daddy." Percy says, grabbing your hips and pulling them into him with each thrust. He loved the sight of your cheeks wobbling every time they made contact with his waist.

Your mewls and moans were too much for Percy. He dreamt of you all the time in this state, and now that it was happening, he wanted to savor the moment.

"I-it hurts!" You squeal.

"Do you want me to stop? Say the safe word, pretty baby." Percy says, kissing your back.

You didn't want him to stop, so you didn't answer.

"That's what I thought." Percy says.

"I'm close." You moan.

"M-me too," Percy adds. A few moments later, he releases inside of you, once again. He milks out his high, you cumming soon after. He pulls out of you, and he helps you sit up. He bites his lip when he sees your face.

Your lips were swollen, from both kissing and biting. Mascara was dripping down your face, and your cheeks were flushed. He laid you down on your back and kisses you gently.

He searches around for his jeans, grabbing a phone out of the pocket.

"You're not supposed to have one of those." You say. You notice that it was silent outside now. Silena and Charlie must have finished.

"I need it if I want to do this." Percy says, snapping a photo of you and your fucked out expression.

Percy pauses.

"I-i love you." He whispers. You chuckle, finding your hoodies and grabbing the seashell out of the pocket. You hold it out to him.

"Me too."

#pjo #Percy jackson #Logan lerman #Percy x reader #Percy Jackson smut

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unit-seat · 1 day

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#sketching #random #johndave #deviantart #pink pilates princess #comedy #graphic novels #drinks #anacheri #pushing daisies #永尾まりや #tony stark x reader #logan lerman #alternative girl

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law-generation · 2 days

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#nu'est #pushing daisies #use me however you want #folklore #tony stark x reader #history #logan lerman #nick valentine #sam wilson #ana paula saenz #cafe racer #sarah j. maas

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asapjens · 2 months

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FANGIRLING

PJO: perseus jackson x fangirl!reader

CATEGORY: flufff & kinda cringey

SYNOPSIS: percy and his girlfriend being fangirls

WARNINGS: mentions of taylor swift, twilight, one direction , fangirling, fandoms, annabeth and grover. soooo i pretty much wrote a percy jackson x me one shot.

WORD COUNT: 297

You, yes YOU, are dating the heartthrob Percy Jackson. And guess what? You're a total fangirl for all type of things girly. Like, you're the ultimate Swiftie, 1D superfan, rom-com enthusiast, and Twilight saga devotee. And you're not shy about it – you talk about it all. the. time.

At first, Percy was like, "Whoa, my girlfriend is like, really into this stuff." But you know what? He thinks it's the cutest thing ever.

Seeing you light up and gush about your fandoms? It's like watching a kid in a candy store. Percy can’t help but be charmed by your excitement, and honestly, who wouldn’t be?

So, here's the thing.

Percy starts getting into all the things you love. At first, it's just to bond with you, but soon enough, he's singing along to Taylor Swift songs, discussing Team Edward vs. Team Jacob (he's totally Team Edward, by the way), and obsessing over One Direction's reunion rumors. And get this – he starts gossiping about it with his demigod pals.

One day, Percy’s chatting with Annabeth, and Grover, and he's all like, "Guys, did you hear about Taylor's latest album announcement? I totally can’t wait!"

And they're like, "Dude, you sound just like y/n." And Percy’s all, "Heck yeah, I do. Isn’t she the coolest?" His friends are low-key shook, but you know what? Percy couldn’t care less. He's head over heels for you and your hyper fixations.

And the best part? You and Percy are now the ultimate power couple. You chat, laugh, and fangirl/fanboy together, and honestly, it’s the kind of relationship goals that make even Aphrodite jealous. You and Percy – the hero and the fangirl – taking on the world.

So yeah, that's how Percy became the ultimate fangirl boyfriend. Who knew demigods could be so into mainstream stuff, right? But hey, love knows no bounds, not even when it comes to fangirling.

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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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Logan Lerman

#logan lerman #logan lerman avatars #logan lerman edits #logan lerman fanfiction #logan lerman gifs #logan lerman icons #logan lerman percy jackson #logan lerman smut #logan lerman wallpapers #logan lerman x reader #logan lerman y/n

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stories of us

pairing: Jonah Heidelbaum x Hunter!reader

warnings: spoilers, canon level violence, guilt, reader has killed Nazis

summary: Jonah tells the reader he wants to have a family but she doesn't think she's worthy of motherhood after all she's done.

word count: 1k

When you joined The Hunt at 18 years old you knew you were sacrificing a lot of life’s simplest pleasures. You were giving up a home and friends. You didn’t expect to ever find love. Meeting Jonah was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You were both constantly moving, never settling in the same place for longer than a few months but you had each other. You returned to Brooklyn every now and then, but mostly you traveled. You hunted.

Jonah and you found solace in each other despite the violence in your lives. There was so much blood and pain in your lives that the love and joy you gave to each other was the most treasured part of either of your lives. You talked about what you would do when you were done hunting as if it would ever happen–as if either of you would ever be able to give up The Hunt.

A part of you wanted to give up The Hunt every time you looked into Jonah’s eyes. You saw home in Jonah’s eyes. You saw warmth despite their cool color. You saw love and protection and happiness. When Jonah looked in your eyes he saw relief. He saw forgiveness. He saw someone who didn’t see him the way he saw himself.

“When we’re done I’m gonna buy you a house with a porch,” Jonah said. His arm was wrapped around you as you laid your head against his bare chest. You were lying in bed on a lazy Saturday morning. You didn’t have anything to do until the evening.

“We’re going to move somewhere where the air is clear and I’ll eat breakfast with you on our porch every morning,” Jonah mused. He combed your hair through his fingers, his cheek pressed to your forehead as he spoke. One of your fingers was drawing aimless shapes on his chest. The words were sweet. Jonah’s imagined future would’ve been a dream come true for you. But that’s just what it was: a dream. There was no real truth to the words. You would never be done. There would always be more Nazis to find.

“Hmm,” you hummed up, dismissing the thought.

“What’s that mean?” Jonah asked, as he leaned away to meet your eye.

“What’s ‘what’ mean?” You asked.

“‘Hmm,’” he mimicked you. “You don’t want a home with me anymore?” He asked.

“Of course I want a home with you,” you assured him.

“Then why the hum?” Jonah asked. You sighed.

“We’re never going to be done hunting, Jonah,” you said.

“Do you really think that?” He asked as he sat up.

“Do you really think there will ever stop being Nazis to hunt?” You asked. “Think about Travis. He was our age. It’s just going to keep happening,” you said. Jonah pursed his lips as he looked down at you. .

“But I want a family with you,” he confessed quietly. You fell silent. That was never something you discussed. You talked about a future together; about growing old; about sharing a home; but you had never said anything about kids.

“You do?” You asked, genuinely surprised.

“Of course, I do,” Jonah said. “You don’t?” He asked, his voice had lost its softness.

“I never really let myself think about it,” you lied. You thought about it often. You thought about how Jonah could tell your daughter the stories his Safta told him before bed. You thought of how nice it would be if you had a son that looked like his father. But you didn’t deserve that. You had killed too many times to be a mother–taken too many lives to be good enough to raise a new one.

“Why not?” He asked.

“We’re Hunters, Jonah,” you said simply, avoiding the answer.

“You don’t ever want to stop hunting?” Jonah asked.

“Do you?” You deflected.

“Yeah,” he said. “I want to stop hunting one day and I want to marry you in the temple my Safta made me go to every week growing up,” Jonah told you. “I want to buy a house with a porch in a good school district and have two kids, one boy and one girl. And then I want to watch our kids grow up and get old and crazy in our house together.”

His story sounded beautiful. It sounded like such a happy and perfect life. But that didn’t change that you didn’t deserve it. It didn’t change the things you had done and the person you saw yourself as. It didn’t change that despite the violence you’d seen and danger you’d been in, the thing you feared the most was yourself. A tear slipped from your eye. Jonah noticed and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately. “What’s this about?” More tears began falling and you sniffled.

“Jonah, I’ve killed so many people,” you said. Jonah’s expression fell soft.

“Baby, no. You’ve killed Nazis. They’re not people, they’re Nazis,” he said.

“But I’ve just…I’ve done so much hurting,” you said. “What if I don’t know how to do any helping?” You asked through tears. Jonah pulled you up and into his arms. You cried softly into the crook of his neck as he rubbed your back and stroked your hair softly to soothe you.

“Everyone you have ever killed has killed more people than you ever could. They tortured my grandfather. Even after the war they killed Murray, and Georges, and my Safta. All you’ve ever done is help,” Jonah assured you. You nodded silently against Jonah’s shoulder.

“You’re right,” you said softly. “You’re right,” you repeated, making yourself believe it was true. Jonah kissed your forehead. When your sniffles had subsided he spoke again.

“I was serious, y’know?” He told you. “I want a family with you,” you said. “And I want to stop someday.”

“I love all the stories you tell me about us,” you said. Jonah smiled warmly at you.

“They don’t have to be stories,” he said.

“They’ll still be stories,” you said as you leaned forward you kissed Jonah tenderly. You pulled away, keeping your noses pressed together. “They’ll just be true stories.”

#jonah heidelbaum x reader #logan lerman x reader #jonah heidelbaum #logan lerman imagine #jonah heidelbaum fic

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satansapostle6 · 2 months

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The Crush | Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson is a cool, simple guy who is also the famous son of Poseidon who helped save the world. But, talking to the pretty girl in his English class still seems impossible.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Pussy Jackson

Percy sat behind Chloé in English. She was tall and intimidating, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to work up the courage to talk to her. Sure, he wasn’t in high school anymore, but he still felt nervous around her like he was sixteen years old again. Chloé Jardine was, after all, the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

He knew Chloé was a Roman demigod, a daughter of Nox, the Roman equivalent of Nyx, the goddess of darkness and the night. She was a fairly typical child of Nox, a sort of minimalistic goth.

She had long, pitch black hair, with tiny micro bangs partially covering her forehead. She was also noticeably pale, as if she only ever went out at nighttime. Most people thought she looked scary, but Percy thought she looked magical.

Chloé had a decent amount of tattoos, including a pretty sizable spider web on her neck. She had a lot of piercings, including an eyebrow piercing and a vertical labret on her lip. She didn’t really wear makeup, but she was very obviously a goth. She was smart, and she didn’t talk a lot at all, which drove Percy insane. He made it his mission in life to know as much about her as possible.

Every time he saw her wearing a band T-shirt of some kind to school, he’d make a note of the band name and look it up later if he wasn’t familiar, and listen to all of the songs he could find.

So far, he’d listened to Type O Negative, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Kittie, and Rob Zombie, only affirming his opinion that she was the coolest person on earth. His best friend, Grover, thought the behavior was just a little bit obsessive, but didn’t really think it was that bad.

That day in his college English course, he was sitting in his seat, listening to Soundgarden during the lecture on his laptop with the tab open, secretly hoping Chloé would have some some reason to walk back and look at his computer screen. Soundgarden wasn’t goth, of course, but Percy had seen her wear one of their shirts.

“Hey! Pussy Jackson!”

Percy frowned to see Clarisse La Rue sitting in a seat a couple rows behind him.

“Move your fat fucking head, I can’t see!”

“‘I’m doing fine, thank you, Clarisse’,” he mocked her under his breath. “‘How was your weekend’?”

Percy was startled to look up to see Chloé turned around in front of him.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” she whispered, staring at them in disbelief.

Percy’s face must have been beet red as he tried his hardest not to explode. He was dying of embarrassment as he tried to come up with some sort of answer.

“Uh, yeah! Sorry!” he apologized in a whisper.

Chloé just turned back around, shaking her head as she continued taking messy notes on the assignment due dates. Percy leaned forward slightly, looking curiously at her notebook. He found her handwriting interesting; it was kind of small with a lot sharp edges, written in haste without being too messy, almost like a doctor’s handwriting.

Percy knew he must’ve been lost in his horny ADHD world, because before he knew it, the instructor had just finished announcing the next project, a group project worth 20% of his grade.

“Alright, the groups are posted up here, so you can all come and take a look. You’ll have the rest of this class to figure out a presentation topic and get started,” the professor, a woman in her forties, announced as she retreated to her desk.

Alarmed by the words ‘groups’ and ‘presentation’, Percy anxiously made his way down to the whiteboard with everyone else, terrified to receive his group assignment. He prayed silently that he’d get at least one smart kid in his group, and zero Clarisse’s. As he slowly scanned the list of names up and down, his face went pale as he found his other two group mates. Clarisse La Rue and Chloé Jardine.

Percy wanted to kill himself immediately. Not only did he have to work with Clarisse, but he also had to figure out how to work with Chloé, who had just told him to shut the fuck up not two seconds ago, the first words she had ever spoken to him. He glanced back at Clarisse, who was standing beside Chloé. Neither of them looked very happy about the group assignment.

Percy glanced over at the peofessor’s desk, contemplating whether he should try and get a different group. He decided against it, figuring he’d had enough embarrassment for one day. Signing as he realized he’d have to face Chloé eventually, he walked over to where the girls were standing, ready to face the music. He’d fought monsters and faced imminent doom before, and somehow this felt exactly the same.

“I’m not doing all of the work,” Chloé crossed her arms.

“What makes you think you’d be doing all the work?!” Clarisse asked defensively.

“Because I’m in a group with you!”

“Hey…” Percy waved awkwardly, trying to break the ice, which seemed to also somehow be scalding hot.

“Oh, yeah. You’re in this group too,” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Percy retaliated childishly.

“Okay. We need to come up with a topic,” Chloé reminded them. “Which one should our presentation be about?”

“What are the options?” Percy asked, watching as she just let out a long sigh.

The next hour of class went by as slowly as possible. By the end of it, Clarisse had stormed out of the classroom, and Percy and Chloé were left sitting together exhaustedly. Chloé sighed as she got up, heading out of the building as Percy followed her.

“Sorry about Clarisse,” he offered sympathetically. “She drives everyone who has to deal with her insane.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that,” Chloé nodded.

*****

Percy felt odd, and completely out of place the entire time he sat in class discussing the project with Chloé. Every time she spoke to him, he felt more stupid. He knew nothing about what he wanted to do for the project, and he was even less prepared to answer these questions when asked by Chloé Jardine. And of course, Clarisse also being a part of the group didn’t help.

But Percy figured it was almost worth it, getting to work on the project with Chloé, with her cool hair, tattoos and piercings, and blue eyes, the same icy blue eyes that mesmerized him when he spoke to her. Percy had to clear his throat and check his breath twice before smiling at her as she turned, just having ordered a coffee from the kiosk nearby.

“Hey,” Percy wheezed, realizing how eager he sounded stalk to her, cursing himself silently.

“Hi,” Chloé said with slight surprise, sipping the warm coffee.

She looked at him expectantly, wondering what it was he could’ve possibly had to say to her. Chloé had already done a brief mental scan of Percy; she knew that he was the Greek son of Poseidon, by his shaggy black hair and sea green eyes.

She knew from the perpetual dopey expression on his face that he was attracted to her in some way. She’d seen the way he looked at her and assumed that it was mostly more sexual than emotional, based on the way his eyes lingered on her skin and the way he was constantly averting his eyes from her chest.

“See you,” Chloé smiled, politely excusing herself as she walked away.

“Fuck,” Percy muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away.

He sighed in defeat as he watched Chloé walk away from him, thinking of a hundred things in that moment he wished he’d said to her.

“It’ll never happen, you know.”

Percy whipped around quickly, alarmed as he turned around in the direction of the voice he’d heard. Naturally, the disapproving voice had belonged to Annabeth, his sharp-witted child of Athena ex-girlfriend.

“What?” Percy questioned defensively.

“You and Chloé,” she responded promptly.

Percy crossed his arms. “What makes you think—”

“That you’re infatuated with her?” she asked him. “I know you, Jackson.”

“I’m not infatuated with Chloé,” Percy rolled his eyes at her.

“Well. Infatuated or not, her ex-boyfriend is Sean Morley. The son of Apollo?” Annabeth Chase smirked. “With the blond hair, and the shoulders?”

“Why are you so invested?” he ignored her, questioning her skeptically.

Annabeth smiled, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “Because. It’s fun watching you refuse to learn,” she said as her demeanor softened.

Annabeth walked off and disappeared, leaving Percy to do a lot of thinking.

Chapter Two

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