Very attached to the idea that if Percy had been a woman she would have been named Ariadne. Like, I know that Persephone is a popular fanon name for female Percy because it's a nice way to keep her nickname. I've also seen Andromeda used by some because she lives a long life with Perseus in the myths. But Sally would have at least considered it right? Because Ariadne's a popular female figure in mythology, linked to both Theseus and Dionysus, two other famous figures in mythology. She was a clever mortal princess who was dealt a bad hand because her father's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with defying a god, just like how Poseidon's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with breaking the pact he made with Zeus and Hades. And in the end, Ariadne survived both her family's legacy and Theseus's abandonment, becoming Dionysus's immortal wife in both the PJO universe and in many retellings of the myth of the Minotaur and Theseus in real life. Ariadne got to live out her happy ending just like how Perseus did in mythology, which is the main reason why Sally even gave Percy the name Perseus to begin with. Am I delusional to think that Sally would have given a female Percy the name Ariadne? Who the fuck knows. But I'm so attached to the idea that it literally just supersedes any other name I could have come up with

here to request fluffy fred as asked!! i was thinking about plant shopping, like it would be really fun taking fred magical plant shopping and he has no idea what anything is because he never paid attention in herbology and reader just laughs at him as he gets nipped n squealed at by everything

"I still don't know why we need a plant." Fred sighed. "Would you prefer to be selling kids dead Pygmy puffs? Is that what you want? Traumatizing events?" You asked. "No. But I still think that we should just go out and buy the feed ourselves." He whined as you drove. "It is cheaper to grow it and plus, I'm good with plants." You reminded. "Then you're taking care of this because I don't know a damn thing when it comes to plants." He admitted. You rose a brow as you pulled in and parked. "You took a class on this." You reminded. "I'm aware. And if I remember correctly I had a very very sexy partner who was distracting." He said. You snorted. "Babe... You're getting potions mixed up with herbology." you reminded. "then who was my herbology partner?" He asked. "....Neville." You said making him get out the car as you wheezed. "Still... Why must I come along for this?" Fred asked. "Because if I'm not available one day to do this, you need to know what to grab." You said. He huffed as you walked in. You seemed to already know your way around, moving through the aisles quickly. Fred cocked his head to the side, looking at a bouncing bulb. "What's this?" He asked. "Bouncing bulb. Careful... it will attack you if you get to close." you warned. "plants shouldn't attack anything." Fred shuddered, following you. "But they do. Wait till you see what we're actually going to be buying... I wonder if they have steel cases or something." You pondered. "What the fuck does it do for it to need a steel case?" Fred asked. "That's actually the tamest of the plants. Just makes you dizzy. Actually more of an equivalent of being drunk, I think it's used in truth serum" You said. "That's tame to you!?" "Fred we literally took care of screaming plants that would make you pass out without protection over the ears." You reminded. "I really should've gone to class." He said making you smack your head against a wall and let out a long groan. "....You've got to be kidding me." You sighed. "Remember that you love me." Fred said. You groaned. "I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass." You grumbled as you pushed the cart forward. 

You got a ton of questions from Fred. "Love, what the fuck is that?" or  "Princess, why does that look like it's ready to kill me?". You answered them, best to your ability but he still had a nasty habit of trying to touch the plants. You swore up and down he was mentally five. You finally found the plant and sure enough it was in a case. Which Fred opened. And oh boy.

He was stumbling around like a moron. "Baby... I feel so weird right now." He said looking at his hands as you paid for the plant. "...He opened the case didn't he?" The cashier asked. "Yep." You nodded. "Babe... I have hands..." He said making you snort. "Yes, we all do Fred." You said. "Woaaahhh" he gaped as you dragged him to the car. You put the case in the trunk and you sighed, looking up at how long the effects were for this. "Fifteen more minutes. Oh boy." You muttered. "I love you Y/nnnn." Fred said. You looked at him and laughed. "I love you too Freddie." You said. "You're so good to me-- and patient-- God I want you in my life forever." He said holding your hands. You chuckled. "Careful Fred, those effects are going to wear off soon and you're going to regret saying something." You warned. "No I'm not! I have a plaaannnn." He said making you raise a brow. "What?" You asked. "A pllaaaaannnnnnn" he repeated waving his hands around before playing with his seatbelt. You rose a brow and he chuckled. "I have a ring and eveerrryyytthhhinnng" he waved making you gape. "Fred stop talking." You said. "Do you not want to get marrrrieed--" "No I'm trying to stop you from ruining your 'plan'" you said putting a hand over his mouth. "RIIGGGHHTTT the plaaaannn" Fred nodded before conking out in the passenger seat.

Fred had no recollection of the conversation you had or why you were suddenly acting very strange around him. "Y/n, darling is everything alright?" Fred asked. "Ahahaha! Yesss. I am perfectly A okay!" You said, eye twitching slightly. This was mainly going to your head. When on earth was this happening!? How did you not see this coming!? I mean, of course you were going to say yes but honestly the idea of a proposal in a crowded restaurant terrified you. I mean what if you tripped mid proposal or some shit? What if you did something stupid-- WHAT IF YOU SNEEZED IN THE MIDDLE OF IT AND PEOPLE WERE WATCHING!? "Did you inhale some plant fumes or something--" "NOPE. I'M GOOD. EVERYTHING IS GOOD." you said making Fred confused. "Did I... Do something?" He asked. "No! No you're perfect! I'm just nervous about... My mandrakes! I should get a sign so that when I'm working you don't walk in and... Pass out or... Y'know. Die." You lied. "Is that that weird screaming plant you mentioned?" He asked. "Look at you paying attention!" You said with finger guns. What the fuck are you doing?

"Right... I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Burrow tonight?" Fred asked. "Yeah! Yeah sure I am coolio with that!" You said. Could you chill? Please? "... Alright then... I'll leave you to the screaming plant children." Fred said before kissing your head and walking out.

The door closed and Fred was confused even more. What the fuck was that? "Does she know?" George asked. "I don't think so? She's acting very strange though... She used finger guns at one point." Fred said. "Are you sure she doesn't know?" George asked quietly. "No I don't think--" then it hit him... "Oh no." Fred winced. "What?" George asked. "I fucked up." He groaned. "What did you do?" George asked. "Fucking plant fumes made me high and I think I let it slip that I had a plan." Fred groaned. "Fred calm down. We're used to improvising. So how do we go about this?" George said. "Uhmm... Hmm...."

You walked out a couple of hours later and Fred was looking at papers. "Look at you looking all professional over there." You chuckled. He smiled and blinked a few times. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked. "Mandrake bit me... Fell back on the devil's snare and almost got high from plant fumes-- the usual." You sighed, sliding off the apron you were wearing. You used a simple spell to clean yourself and stretched. "You said we were going to the burrow?" You asked. Did you not suspect anything? "Yeah, Charlie, Percy and Bill are visiting." Fred said. "...So... Your brother are going to... Be there..." You realized. Fred noticed the suspicion. "Percy is down because he has finally lodged the stick out of his ass, Charlie is down on business, something about a welsh dragon nearly attacking a muggle and Bill just likes to see mum every now and again." Fred said. You nodded but clearly still suspected something was happening. "I uhm... What will we be doing exactly?" You asked. "Mum wants you to teach her how to make pizza apparently." Fred said. Oh... Oh that's like the least engagement-y thing to do. Okay, stress gone. "Let's roll then. Is George riding with us?" You asked. "Yep." George said walking out of a backroom.

You all rode in the car in silence and George was looking at Fred like "Dude. Say something." Fred swallowed and fiddled with the ring in his pocket and you drove. "Soooo... Charlie found a common Welsh dragon?" You asked. "Oh don't tell me you freak out over dragons too!" George whined. "They're cool, but I most likely don't freak out like Charlie does." You shrugged. "you got that right. That man could go on for HOURS about fucking dragons." Fred nodded. "Meh. It's better than Draco's ass rambling on about 'pureblood customs'." You shrugged. "that's always true." George nodded. You pulled into the burrow and walked in. "Goodness darling you smell like pesticide." Molly said after hugging you. "I am so sorry--" "Would you like to shower upstairs? I'll wash your clothes while you do." She suggested. "Honestly... A bath sounds great." You nodded. "She can just borrow some of my clothes." Ginny shrugged.

And so the plan was afoot. Fred and George had to act quickly while you were taking a shower, telling the family to ACT. NORMAL. You soon came back down in a comfortable dress that wasn't too fancy and Charlie was rambling about dragons. "Change of plans, mom is making pot roast apparently." Fred said. "And the there's the hungarian Ridgeback--" "Charlie I love you. You know I do. But shut up." Bill winced. You snorted and Charlie looked over. "You must be Y/n!" He said hugging you. "Charlie right? Dragon obsessed?" You asked. "That's me!" He nodded. "We've met once right? You were Fred's plus one to my wedding?" Bill asked. "Yes, Fleur correct?" You asked, looking at her. "Yes that is me." She nodded. "She's getting better with her English." Bill said. "pas besoin de s'inquiéter. Je connais le français." You nodded making Fred and George raise a brow. "You know French?" George asked. "I usually have to order certain plants internationally so..." You shrugged. "oohh" George nodded. Ron came downstairs with Harry. "Hey you two!" You waved. "Y/n!" Both boys said before hugging you. "Boy this is a nice get together... Where is Percy?" You asked. "With Dad looking at something to make sure it is 'of the ministry standard'." Charlie gagged making you laugh. "Any special occasion I'm not aware of here orrr?" You asked. "....I caught my fiftieth dragon!" Charlie said. "congratulations. Was it the common Welsh that Fred mentioned earlier?" You asked. "Oh no." Bill winced. "You know dragons!?" Charlie asked. "Read about them... And had to help that idiot over there during the competition." You said pointing to Harry. "So what's you--" "PLEASE. DO NOT. START. WITH THE DRAGONS. AGAIN." Bill groaned. See this? This was normal. Hermione came down with a smile. "Thought I heard you!" She said. You hugged her and let out a relieved breath. "God it feels good to be around other females." You said. "Hey!" Fred and George said. "I can only take so much testosterone." You said. "testoster-- what?" George asked. "Science George. It's science." Ginny snorted.

You and the girls talked for a while and soon dinner came along. "So, how's business?" Molly asked George. "It's good. Y/n has figured out ways to save us money so we're doing REALLY right now." George nodded. "She's bloody brilliant." Fred said smiling at you. You smiled and shook your head. "Though her plants are freaky." Fred said. "They are not freaky." You laughed. "They are! What kind of plant screams!?" Fred asked. " A mandrake." Everyone at the table answered making him groan. You laughed and he shook his head. Arthur smiled watching you. "Ginny did you leave the pygmy puff unattended?" Ron asked. "Uhm... Yeah, it's in my--" there was a thud upstairs and she grumbled. "Room." She finished before going upstairs. "I better help her... Puffers tends to be aggressive after waking up." Hermione said before walking up. "Puffers?" You asked. "He was the first successful Pygmy puff we made. We just gave him to Ginny. Glad to see he's handling mating season well." George explained after hearing another thud. "RON. GET THIS THING PLEASE." Ginny called. Ron sighed and walked upstairs. "Wanna take a walk?" Fred asked after another loud thud. "Absolutely!" You nodded before walking outside. You two walked for a bit in silent, shivering as the air got colder. Fred took the ring out of his jacket pocket and switched it to his pants pocket before giving you the jacket. "It's pretty tonight." You breathed as you huddled into the jacket. He smiled. "Yeah, yeah it is." He said. You smiled and he kissed you, holding your face close. "I've got to know this before I ask you something." Fred said making you raise a brow. "Any reason why you've been nutty lately?" He asked. "Uh... No?" You lied. He gave you a "really?" Look and you sighed. "When the plant got you... Intoxicated? You kind of... Said something pertaining to marriage." You admitted. "Is that so bad?" Fred asked. "What? No-- no I'm just... Look, I am a fuck up. I am a clutz and I trip over air. I am terrified that if you proposed to me in a crowded area I'd literally fall on my ass." You admitted. "... That's it?" He asked. "Yeah." You nodded. "Y/n I know you hate crowds. Why do you think Ginny made an excuse for us to leave the house?" He said. "...Wait.." "Why do you think my family knows that we're out here and trying to make you feel comfortable?" Oh my God. "Why do you think I made sure you knew we were going to be away from other people?" Fred asked. "... You're a serial killer?" You joked, tears already forming. He chuckled and got down on one knee. "Oh my God." You breathed. "Y/n I love you so much. And I want you to always feel safe and always feel comfortable telling me things." Fred said. "And I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel safe." He added. "Will you marry me?" He asked. You nodded and cried as you wrapped your arms around him. He slid on the ring and he kissed your head, holding you close. "Oh don't cry princess! We're going to have cake! Or alcohol... Or both." Fred said making you laugh. "I'm so happy holy shit." You laughed. He smiled and then had an idea. "wanna screw with my family a little?"

You two walked back to the house and everyone was standing around as if they were waiting. "...Nice walk." Fred nodded. "Yeah, kind of cold though." You nodded acting nonchalant. Ron and Hermione exchanged a confused look. "here's your jacket." You said, making a point to show your hand with the ring on it as you handed back the jacket making them all scream. "MY GOD WERE YOU JUST GOING TO KEEP GOING WITH THE ACT!?" Molly said. "maybe?" You said before being engulfed into a hug with her and Fred. "Okay-- air mum-- air!" Fred said. You looked at the family around you with small smile tugging at your lips "Champagne? Anyone?" Bill said holding up a bottle. "Aayyee my brother knows me so well." Fred said laughing. You rolled your eyes as Fred linked his arm around you and pulled you close. You looked in his eyes and smiled. This was safe. This was your home. This was your family.

Meet The Writer

1. What’s your oldest WIP, and how old is it? What inspired you to start it?

My oldest WIP that’s still currently in motion is my main one, The Academy. It turned two years old September 22 (ahh!!)

I got the idea when my dad (also a writer) suggested a school with a bunch of magical creatures living in tandem, instead of a magic school specifically for like wizards or whatever. I thought it sounded very interesting, so I took a couple of character’s I’d made before and started writing!

(Fun fact, a few of the main characters in the Academy were originally from a Percy Jackson fanfiction about demigods with fears that greatly contradicted their powers! Paris was a son of Aphrodite who was terrified of falling in love, and Kieran was a son of Hecate who despised magic! Early drafts of the Academy had very heavy influence from Greek Mythology as well, up until I decided that I really didn’t want it to be so similar to Percy Jackson and created my own mythos instead.)

2. What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to writing?

I tend to overanalyze, well, everything in my writing. One of the worst feelings is when I think of something really clever and then I discover that it opens up a plot hole in an earlier portion. Oh well, that’s what revisions are for, right? *gross sobbing*

3. What scene did you enjoy writing the most out of all your WIPs? What scene did you enjoy writing the least?

Ooohhh, that’s a good question. Frankly, I’m not entirely sure. I definitely really like the quiet, romantic scenes, because I’m a total sap and I don’t get to write many of those.

As for the one I liked the least, well… One of my main characters has been through some pretty traumatic shit in their past, and partway through the book they have a nightmare and completely break down, and gods I hated writing that. It hurts me so much to put them through that.

4. What’s your favorite trope?

Well, I have a lot of them. I really like characters who are done with everything and everyone and only go along with the crazy shit that happens to them because they have to. Like, they’ll let the plot drag them around but by the gods they’re kicking and dragging their heels along the way. I also really like casual fourth-wall breaking, Gilligan cuts, and the *thing happens and two characters in the background exchange money* tropes.

5. Which of your protagonists do you relate to the most?

Well, I have a character that’s very heavily based off of me―and who also shares my name. Although, while they were written with the intention of being somewhat of a self-insert, they’ve grown and changed as a character so much now that we really aren’t alike anymore. Frankly, I’m not entirely sure. I’d probably say Nick just for simplicity’s sake, but I don’t really know.

6. What is the worst writing experience you’ve ever had with another writer, anywhere, since you’ve started writing?

I don’t really talk to people in general. I don’t think I can recall a negative experience with another writer, actually.

7. What character from a famous story, book/movie/comic/game, or otherwise, do you despise the most? Why?

Severus motherfucking Snape. I have so many reasons for hating him.

He was an abusive, racist prick who got pissed when his female friend wasn’t romantically interested in him, called her a racist name when she tried to help him, and fucked off to join the wizard Nazis.

He only defected over to the good side because he was still obsessed with Lily and was afraid of her being murdered.

He literally asked Voldemort to spare Lily so he could be with her―sure, kill the year-old infant and the man she actually loves, but no, keep her alive so I can force my love on her.

Despite being a supposedly “good” guy, he mentally abused his students for years, so much so that he even became Neville Longbottom’s worst fear.

Neville Longbottom, who frequently goes to see his essentially braindead parents and is alluded to being able to remember when they were tortured so badly that they became that way, was tormented so badly by Snape that he became Neville’s worst fear.

Upon finding the Potter house after the were killed, he completely breezes past James’ body, ignored the wailing and bleeding child in the crib, just to hold Lily’s body and weep over how he never got to sleep with her.

He has an unreasonable hatred for Harry just because Harry looks like James.

He was so salty about something that happened when they were children (that wasn’t even Lupin’s fault, by the way) that he outed Lupin as a werewolf and forced him to resign, depriving Hogwarts of the only good DADA teacher it ever had.

And yet, despite all of this, he is given a redemption arc. He is considered a redeemable character, when Draco Malfoy, a literal child who was tortured and abused for a good portion of his life and had very little of a say in most of his awful choices, “doesn’t have a heart of gold.”

Snape is seen as a romantic, selfless guy by a good portion of the fandom because…he was obsessed with a girl who wanted nothing to do with him? Because of a throwaway line where he proclaimed he would always be obsessed with a girl who wanted nothing to do with him?

It’s bad enough that the fans think this, but the books treat it like this as well!! SNAPE, of all people, gets a redemption arc―if you can even call those bullshit excuses that. I, for one, am thoroughly sick of abusive characters getting redeemed.

(Sorry for ranting, I have a lot of feelings about this.)

8. What’s your favorite line of dialogue you’ve ever written?

Most of my characters are sarcastic little shits, so that’s really hard to say.

9. Who’s the worst character you’ve ever written, in terms of morality?

Well….hm….  The thing about my characters, particularly my antagonists, is that I do my very best to make them something other than just evil. In their eyes, their bad actions are justified. So, it’s really hard to choose.

My main villain is a very self-righteous, ambitious sort of guy. He’s kinda racist (a lot of older magi in my story just….really don’t like the fae), and thinks that the magi (magical folk) are superior. BUT, instead of wanting to take over the world or anything, he just wants to leave. Long story short, the magi are originally from another dimension, and it’s there that he wants to return them. Unfortunately, this other dimension is presumed to have been destroyed, and even if it is there, opening a rift to go there could potentially completely destroy our world. He doesn’t care about that, though―after all, it’s only humans and dirty fae that would die.

The only other character I can think of is the one I just really hate. Like, she just oozes evil and I kind of love to write her, because I don’t really have any other characters that have that slick evil personality. But she’s a pretty terrible person too. Her twin brother was taken by the fae as an infant, a changling left in his place. The changeling doesn’t know that yet―but she does.

Their entire life, she’s blamed him for why she doesn’t have her actual brother. She pretends like she loves him, but the entire time she’s been emotionally abusing him and making him constantly feel like crap about himself. She’s even physically abused him, by taking iron and burning him whenever she can get away with it.

I think she’d probably be the worst.

10. Do you prefer happy endings or bad endings? Or do you prefer the middle ground?

Definitely good endings. I can appreciate well-written bad endings, but only after I get over my initial emotional response to it. Sometimes, that takes me a while―like Swarm by Scott Westerfeld. I read that almost a year ago and I’m still fucking pissed. I’m just not really a fan of endings that leave a bad taste in my mouth. (One of the reasons I chose to reread Huck Finn for English instead of doing Of Mice And Men, despite the fact that I kind of loath Huck Finn.)

I’m also aware that not all stories can have feel-good endings, and in many of them, those types of endings just don’t make sense. *squints at the end of Mockingjay*

But, in general, I greatly prefer good endings.

I’ll Be Your Nurse

pairing : Percy x f!reader

warning : slight language

requests : “Babe, i’m sick.. so don’t kiss me” … “I don’t care, we’ll just be sick together” with percy? if you can’t/wont do it it’s fine. have a greatt day

Fantastic.

You knew you shouldn’t have gone hiking with Percy, especially since the weather called for rain showers non-stop today. It started raining as soon as you were a mile away from camp with no shelter in sight except for a pricey hotel that wouldn’t even allow you in the lobby with your lack of mortal money. Now here you are, laying under a number of blankets brought up to your chin, hair sticky with sweat from your fever, and nose stuffy and running rapidly which was the reason behind the piles of dirty tissues in the trash bin beside your bed.

You tossed off the covers you so desperately needed only a minute ago while moaning about how hot you felt, swiping your forehead weakly and calling out for Will who was supposed to be taking care of you.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and peered around with a lazy gaze, “Will?” You croaked out, clutching your throat in pain. The only response you were given was silence and the occasional clanking of metal from the infirmary beds filled with injured campers.

You huff and swing your legs out from under the sheets and are greeted with the cold hardwood floor as you made your way– rather shakily– through the infirmary and out into the seemingly empty big house, “Chiron? Mr. D?”

No answer.

You groan out in pain when your head begins to throb in pain which started to obscure your already hazy vision. You lean against the wall, exhausted and feeling the need to vomit anything that was left in your already empty stomach.

“What are you doing?! Oh gods, let’s get you back to bed.” You hear someone say in a panicky voice just before you’re hoisted up onto your feet by strong arms. Now that you’re thinking about it, these arms felt familiar…

“You are so lucky I love you or else I’d be dragging you back by your arms.” Was that… Percy? You shake your head in an attempt to clear your vision enough to identify your nurse but it was no use.

You felt the slightly damp sheets of your bed from where you were sweating out your fever, inwardly groaning at the feeling of grossness and turning over on your side once the person had laid you down with a disapproving click of their tongue.

“Get some rest, dimwit.” You heard as you drifted into dreamland.

You were already planning his murder once you’re well.

You awoke later that day feeling slightly less like death than you did yesterday. Your head had ceased to throb and your fever had calmed down due to you sweating out the fever earlier that day.

“Look who’s up, rise and shine, sweetheart.” You heard a  tired voice chuckle. You turn your head and notice Percy sitting on a backward chair with his head resting on his crossed arms, “You feeling better?”

You nod and rub your eyes sleepily, “I still feel like death, but not as bad as yesterday. Was that you that helped me out last night?” You questioned with a raised brow and turning over to look at him dead on, “I could’ve sworn that was you, I can’t really remember it clearly, though.”

Percy cocked his head to the side, “Since you’re feeling better…” He trailed off, looking to the side before snapping his gaze back to you, “What the Hades were you thinking?! You could’ve passed out face first into the ground and broken your face or something.” He lectured very similarly to how a worrisome mother would, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

You snickered and nodded, “Yeah that’s my life goal.” You loved teasing Percy, he was always so stressed about… well everything so it was sort of your “job” to destress him.

“Hardy har har, I’m serious about this Y/n.” He scolded with crossed arms, his brows furrowed in concern and his hair a mess from where he had carded his fingers through it from worry. He sighed and placed his head in his hands, rubbing his face before looking up at you through his long lashes, “This cold of yours can get worse if you aren’t taking care of yourself, Will said so himself..”

You sat up much to Percy’s protests and clasped his hands in your own, looking down at his hands while you spoke softly, “Percy I’m sorry. You can’t keep stressing yourself out over me, though, I’ll be okay.” You assure with a small smile in his direction, “Will’s a good doctor so I’m sure I’ll be up and training in no time.”

Percy shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he debated on what to do with you. He sighed and brushed away stray (h/c) strands that hung in front of your tired eyes, “Will’s good but he’s busy, I won’t let you stay here by yourself since you can’t seem to stay in bed,” He sassed.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand back to him, “Percy you are not staying here with me, I’m fine.” You laid back onto the not so fluffy pillow and turned away from him out of irritation.

Not long after you had turned your back to the bright-eyed boy you felt the bed sink behind you as a sun-kissed arm laced around your waist, a kiss being placed behind your ear. He sighed and nuzzled the nape of your neck with his nose, “Y/n, I’m just worried about you. It’s my fault you’re sick in the first place, if I hadn’t forced you to come hiking with me then you wouldn’t be sick.” He mumbled apologetically.

Now you just felt bad, mentally and physically. All he wanted to do was help and you had pushed him away rudely, how much of a bitch are you? You turn in his grip to face the upset looking demigod, “It’s not your fault, Perce. I’m just being bitchy because I’m sick, that’s all. Thank you for being here, though,” You said with a small close-lipped smile.

Percy grinned lopsidedly and started to lean in when you held your mouth to his lips, shocking him, “Babe, I’m sick… so don’t kiss me.”

He rolled his eyes and removed your hand and kissed your palm while looking into your eyes mischievously, “I don’t care, we’ll just be sick together.” He spoke with a small chuckle before planting his salty tasting lips on to your own chapped ones.

“Achoo!” Percy sneezed, his nose bright red and his usual bright sea green eyes now drooping and tired as he weakly glared at the ceiling. You snickered as you held some nectar in a cup, the straw in front of his dry lips, “I told you not to kiss me, fish brain, now look what happened.”

He grumbled and sucked on the straw, perking up when the sweet liquid hit his tongue. You pulled the straw away when you realized his self-control had vanished when that fever hit him last night. He whined and pouted at you, his eyes glowing and forming that baby seal look that he mastered.

“At least I have a hot nurse, maybe all those cartoons weren’t lying.” He smirked and shot a wink at you which normally would have caused you to roll your eyes at his flirty nature but this time he just looked like a flirty old man. You scoffed and placed the glass down on the side table, “Yeah, your nurse is super hot,” you said slyly before backing up and calling out, “Will!”

Percy’s eyes widened at your action and tried to yell at you, but all that came out was a cough.

Will shuffled over to Percy while drying his hands with a dish cloth, “Alright Perce, time for some rest. Y/n you can go now, I’ll be his nurse today.” He joked, not knowing why you were laughing so hard and why Percy looked absolutely horrified.

*I hope this is good enough 

~Day~