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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

Saltwater Promises part 2

Percy Jackson x Reader

The first thing Percy Jackson did every morning now wasn’t brush his teeth.

It wasn’t getting dressed.

It wasn’t even checking whether Blackjack had somehow wandered into his cabin again.

It was reading the notebook.

A thick blue notebook sat on his bedside table, its cover warped from seawater after he’d accidentally dropped it into the canoe lake a week ago. The first page had only three words written in enormous letters.

READ THIS FIRST.

Percy obeyed.

“Hi, Percy.

If you’re reading this, then you’ve forgotten Y/N again. Don’t panic.

She’s real.

She’s important.

Trust me.”

He rubbed sleep from his eyes before turning the page.

“No, seriously. Don’t argue with Annabeth about this. She has explained it six times, and you still don’t believe her.”

“…I would never,” Percy muttered.

Across the room, Annabeth—who had come to make sure he actually read the notebook this morning—snorted loudly.

“You absolutely would.”

Percy frowned up at her.

“I haven’t even said anything.”

“You were about to.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You had the face.”

“I have a face?”

“You have that face.”

He sighed dramatically before continuing.

The next page contained a rough sketch of a girl.

Your smile wasn’t perfect. The proportions were a little off. One eye sat slightly higher than the other.

Underneath, he’d written:

“She’s prettier than I can draw.”

Percy blinked.

“…Did I draw this?”

Annabeth crossed her arms.

“You did.”

“I’m terrible.”

“You are.”

“…Why would I keep that?”

“Turn the page.”

He did.

The next page was filled edge to edge with memories.

“She steals my blue cookies.

Don’t let her fool you—she’s competitive.

If she says she’s ‘fine,’ she’s probably not.

She laughs with her whole face.

She always pretends she doesn’t like campfire singalongs, but she knows every word.”

Percy’s chest tightened.

It didn’t feel like reading about a stranger.

It felt like reading about someone he’d misplaced.

He swallowed.

“Where is she?”

Annabeth’s expression softened.

“By the climbing wall.”

He closed the notebook.

“I should… go say hi.”

“You should.”

“But…”

He hesitated.

“…what if she’s tired of introducing herself?”

Annabeth was quiet for a long moment.

“I think she’d rather introduce herself a thousand times than lose you once.”

⸻

You were halfway up the lava wall when someone called your name.

“Y/N!”

You looked down.

Percy stood at the bottom, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun.

You smiled before you could stop yourself.

“Morning.”

He smiled back, though there was uncertainty behind it.

“Morning.”

You climbed down, wiping soot from your hands.

“So…”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I, uh…”

“You forgot me.”

“…Yeah.”

“It’s okay.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

“It isn’t your fault.”

“I know.”

He looked down at the dirt.

“I just…”

His voice came out quieter than before.

“…I hate that the first thing I know about you every day comes from my own handwriting.”

You stared at him.

“I’d rather remember your laugh than read that you have one.”

Something in your chest ached.

“You’ll hear it.”

“I know.”

“But it isn’t the same.”

You smiled gently.

“No.”

“It isn’t.”

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then Percy suddenly held out something behind his back.

“I brought peace offerings.”

You raised an eyebrow.

He revealed two blue chocolate-chip cookies.

“I remembered from the notebook that you steal them.”

“I do.”

“So…”

He held one out.

“I’m choosing to share before you commit the crime.”

You laughed.

A real laugh.

Bright enough that several campers turned to look.

Percy’s entire face lit up.

“There!”

He pointed triumphantly.

“The notebook was right!”

“What?”

“You really do laugh with your whole face.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks.

“You’ve known me for three minutes today.”

“I know.”

“But…”

He tilted his head thoughtfully.

“…it still feels familiar.”

⸻

By the afternoon, Chiron had decided that keeping Percy isolated wasn’t helping.

Instead, he assigned the two of you to inventory the armory.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

“You’re sure?”

Chiron smiled knowingly.

“There are some things worth repeating.”

The armory was cool and quiet, lined floor to ceiling with celestial bronze weapons.

Percy picked up a spear.

“So…”

“So?”

“Were we…”

He gestured awkwardly between the two of you.

“…dating?”

You almost dropped the clipboard.

“What?”

“I mean…”

He looked horrified.

“Not because I’m assuming! I’m not saying you liked me! I mean, hopefully you did. I just—”

He buried his face in his hands.

“I’m making this worse.”

You couldn’t help laughing.

“A little.”

He peeked through his fingers.

“…Can I blame memory loss?”

“This time.”

He exhaled in relief.

“Thanks.”

You smiled before answering.

“No. We weren’t dating.”

His shoulders fell just slightly.

“Oh.”

“But…”

You continued.

“…we were getting there.”

His head lifted again.

“We were?”

“You asked me to watch the fireworks over the lake after the Fourth of July celebration.”

“I did?”

“You said it wasn’t a date.”

“That sounds like something I’d say.”

“I asked if you always invited girls to watch fireworks.”

Percy winced.

“What did I say?”

“You panicked and accidentally knocked yourself into the lake.”

He stared.

“…Seriously?”

“You walked off the dock.”

“No monster?”

“No.”

“No explosion?”

“Just your own feet.”

He groaned.

“Oh, that’s so much worse.”

“It was pretty funny.”

“You laughed, didn’t you?”

“For about ten minutes.”

He sighed.

“I deserved that.”

“You really did.”

He leaned against one of the weapon racks, smiling despite himself.

“…I think I would’ve liked seeing you laugh.”

“You did.”

“I did?”

“You laughed harder than I did once you realized you weren’t drowning.”

Percy chuckled softly.

“I sound like an idiot.”

“The biggest.”

“Hey.”

“But…”

You stepped a little closer.

“…you were my idiot.”

The words escaped before you could stop them.

Silence settled between you.

Percy’s smile faded into something softer.

He didn’t remember you.

He didn’t remember almost asking you out.

He didn’t remember the fireworks.

But the way he looked at you…

It wasn’t confusion anymore.

It was recognition without memory.

Quiet. Gentle. Curious.

“I don’t know why,” he admitted, “but every time you say something like that…”

He placed a hand over his heart.

“…it feels like I’ve just remembered something.”

Your throat tightened.

“Maybe one day you will.”

“I hope so.”

“So do I.”

Before either of you could say anything else, Grover burst through the armory doors, panting so hard he had to brace himself against the wall.

“Guys!”

Percy straightened immediately.

“What happened?”

Grover looked between the two of you, his expression unusually serious.

“Chiron found something.”

“What kind of something?” you asked.

Grover swallowed.

“The curse.”

He looked directly at Percy.

“And… I don’t think it was ever supposed to make you forget.”

Percy’s smile disappeared.

“What do you mean?”

Grover’s voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“I think…”

He glanced toward the Big House as if afraid someone else might hear.

“…I think it was supposed to make Y/N disappear instead.”

The silence that followed was so complete that even the clatter of swords outside seemed impossibly far away.

Percy looked at you instinctively, as though checking that you were still standing there.

Then, without thinking—without reading a notebook or following a memory—he reached for your hand.

And this time…

He didn’t let go.

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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

Saltwater Promises

Percy Jackson x Reader

The first time Percy forgot you, he smiled.

It wasn’t an unfriendly smile.

That almost made it worse.

You’d just walked into the Big House after breakfast, balancing two mugs of hot chocolate because Percy always stole yours if you only brought one. Chiron had asked the two of you to catalogue old Greek artifacts that had mysteriously begun glowing in the attic, and you’d spent the entire walk there mentally preparing yourself for Percy’s inevitable complaints.

Instead, he looked up from where he was sitting on the couch and smiled politely.

“Uh… hi.”

You frowned.

“…Hi?”

He stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, this is embarrassing. Have we met?”

The mug slipped from your fingers.

It shattered across the wooden floor.

Silence swallowed the room.

Chiron’s head snapped around so quickly that one of the books in his lap slid onto the carpet.

Annabeth, who had been writing notes at the desk, froze with her pen hovering above the page.

Percy blinked between all of you.

“…Why is everyone looking at me like that?”

Your mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

Annabeth slowly stood.

“Percy…” she said carefully. “Who’s that?”

He looked at you again.

“I… don’t know.”

The room seemed to tilt beneath your feet.

“You don’t know me?” you whispered.

Percy’s expression twisted into genuine confusion.

“I feel like I should.”

His eyebrows pinched together.

“I know your face. It… it feels familiar somehow.”

He shook his head.

“But I can’t remember your name.”

The second mug slipped from your numb fingers.

⸻

Three hours later, the entire camp knew.

Nobody understood it.

The Apollo cabin had checked him for magical illnesses.

Nothing.

The Hecate cabin searched for curses.

Nothing.

The Iris messages sent to New Rome brought back the same answer.

No one had ever heard of anything like it.

Percy remembered everything.

His mom.

Grover.

Annabeth.

The Minotaur.

The Titan War.

Every quest.

Every joke.

Every embarrassing moment.

Everything…

Except you.

⸻

You found him sitting by the canoe lake that evening.

His knees were drawn to his chest as he skipped pebbles across the water.

He didn’t hear you approach.

Or maybe he did.

“You know,” he said without turning around, “everyone keeps looking at me like I kicked a puppy.”

You folded your arms.

“They’re worried.”

“I know.”

He tossed another stone.

“I just…”

He sighed.

“I hate that every time you walk into a room everyone gets quiet.”

You didn’t answer.

“I can tell they expect me to react differently.”

“You would have.”

“I wish I knew how.”

He finally looked over.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve apologized five times today.”

“I’m making it six.”

“It isn’t your fault.”

“I know.”

He laughed once, humorlessly.

“Doesn’t stop me feeling guilty.”

You sat beside him, leaving enough space that your shoulders didn’t touch.

The lake rippled quietly.

“So…” Percy said after a long pause.

“Were we friends?”

You smiled sadly.

“Sometimes.”

“…Sometimes?”

“You annoyed me.”

His face lit up.

“Oh, good.”

You blinked.

“…Good?”

“I annoy a lot of people.”

You laughed despite yourself.

“There you are.”

“What?”

“That laugh.”

He smiled.

“I knew I’d heard it before.”

You looked away before he could see the tears gathering in your eyes.

“You used to make me laugh all the time.”

His smile slowly disappeared.

“I did?”

“Yeah.”

“…Were we close?”

You hesitated.

Closer than friends.

Not quite together.

Always dancing around the inevitable.

You settled for the safest truth.

“We were… important to each other.”

Percy’s shoulders sank.

“I wish I remembered.”

“So do I.”

⸻

The next morning…

He forgot you again.

Not just yesterday.

Everything.

The conversation by the lake.

The hot chocolate.

The shattered mugs.

Everything reset.

You introduced yourself all over again.

⸻

By the fifth day…

You’d developed a routine.

“Hi.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Percy.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“I’ve had this conversation a few times.”

He’d laugh.

Every single morning.

The exact same laugh.

⸻

By the eighth day, Percy started noticing something strange.

He found himself saving you instinctively during training.

Not because he consciously knew you.

Because his body did.

A hellhound lunged.

Before he could think—

He shoved you behind him.

His sword flashed.

The monster dissolved into dust.

You stared.

“So…”

He lowered Riptide.

“…That was weird.”

“A little.”

“I didn’t even think.”

“You never do.”

“I mean…”

He frowned.

“…I knew exactly where you were.”

His brow furrowed.

“I knew how you fight. I knew where you’d dodge.”

He looked genuinely unsettled.

“…How?”

You swallowed.

“Maybe your heart remembers things your head doesn’t.”

He laughed awkwardly.

“That’s… incredibly cheesy.”

“It is.”

“…I kinda liked it.”

⸻

Days turned into weeks.

Every sunrise…

You became strangers.

Every afternoon…

You became friends.

Every evening…

He looked at you just a little longer than before.

Then morning came…

And it all disappeared.

Except…

Little things stayed.

He always saved you first.

Always handed you the blue food without asking.

Always sat beside you at dinner.

Always looked for you in crowds.

Even though he never knew why.

⸻

One rainy afternoon, you found him standing in his cabin, staring at a wall completely covered in notes.

Hundreds of them.

Blue ink.

Messy handwriting.

One sentence repeated over and over.

Trust Y/N.

Your breath caught.

Percy jumped when he heard you.

“Oh!”

He looked embarrassed.

“I…”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ve been… leaving myself notes.”

“You have?”

He nodded.

“I wake up every morning not knowing who you are.”

He gestured helplessly toward the wall.

“So every night before I go to sleep, I write down everything I learned.”

You slowly walked closer.

There were pages everywhere.

She hates olives.

She laughs when she’s nervous.

Don’t challenge her to sword practice. You’ll lose.

You smiled through tears.

Further down…

When she smiles at you, don’t stare. She notices.

Another.

You think she’s funny.

Another.

You keep wanting to hold her hand.

Your vision blurred.

The final page…

Pinned right in the center.

The handwriting was shakier.

As though he’d struggled to write it.

I don’t remember why…

…but if you’re reading this…

I think I’m falling in love with her every single day.

Silence.

Percy looked at the note.

“I don’t remember writing that.”

“No.”

“I guess…”

He laughed nervously.

“…Past Me was dramatic.”

You couldn’t stop crying anymore.

“No.”

You whispered.

“He wasn’t.”

Percy looked at you, completely bewildered.

“…Why are you crying?”

You covered your mouth.

“Because…”

Your voice cracked.

“…You keep choosing me.”

His confusion softened into something gentler.

“I do?”

“Every day.”

He looked back at the wall of notes.

Then at you.

Then back again.

“I don’t remember you.”

“I know.”

“But…”

He stepped closer.

“…Every version of me apparently wants to.”

The distance between you disappeared.

“I don’t know why…”

He admitted quietly.

“…but every time I look at you…”

He placed a hand against his chest.

“…it feels like remembering something I haven’t learned yet.”

A tear escaped despite your best efforts.

“Nevermind… you really are dramatic.”

“I know.”

You laughed through your tears.

He smiled.

He hesitated only for a moment before offering you his hand.

“So…”

His sea-green eyes searched yours with quiet hope.

“…Would you mind introducing yourself one more time?”

You slipped your hand into his.

“My name’s Y/N.”

He smiled like he’d just discovered something precious.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

You squeezed his hand gently.

“It always is.”

Outside, rain continued to fall against the cabin roof.

Inside, surrounded by hundreds of handwritten reminders, Percy realized that even when magic stole every memory from his mind, it couldn’t erase the quiet certainty in his heart.

Some people, it seemed, were simply meant to be found again. Every sunrise. Every smile. Every single time.

From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

The Sea Always Finds its Way Back

Percy Jackson x Reader

The clang of bronze echoed across the training arena.

“I won,” you announced, lowering your sword with a smug grin.

“You cheated.”

“I didn’t.”

“You kicked dirt in my face.”

“I strategically relocated the terrain.”

Percy stared at you in disbelief.

“You threw dirt.”

“I adapted.”

“You fought dirty.”

“You lost.”

Around the arena, campers had completely stopped training to watch the argument unfold.

Annabeth pinched the bridge of her nose.

“They’ve been at this for twenty minutes.”

Grover sighed dramatically.

“They’re gonna get married one day.”

“What?”

Percy and you shouted at exactly the same time before immediately pointing accusing fingers at Grover.

“Absolutely not.”

“In his dreams.”

Percy scoffed.

“Oh, please. You’re impossible.”

You folded your arms.

“And yet I still beat you.”

“I was distracted.”

“By what?”

“You talking.”

“I always talk.”

“Exactly.”

A few campers snickered.

Clarisse walked by, shaking her head.

“I’ve fought drakons with less attitude than you two.”

Percy pointed his sword toward you again.

“Rematch.”

“You already lost.”

“Best two out of three.”

“You said that after the last five matches.”

“Because eventually you’ll lose.”

You smirked.

“Sounds like optimism.”

“Sounds like determination.”

“Sounds like denial.”

He opened his mouth before Chiron’s voice cut through the arena.

“That is enough.”

Both of you froze.

“You have been sparring for over an hour.”

“I was proving a point,” Percy said.

“So was I,” you answered.

“I noticed.”

Chiron looked between the two of you with the expression of someone reconsidering every life decision that had brought him here.

“I have an announcement.”

Camp slowly gathered around.

“A magical disturbance has been reported near the northern forests. Satyrs have gone missing while investigating it.”

The chatter disappeared instantly.

“I require three campers.”

Everyone straightened.

“Annabeth Chase.”

She nodded immediately.

“Percy Jackson.”

Percy grinned.

“Finally.”

“And…”

Chiron looked directly at you.

“…Y/N.”

Percy’s smile vanished.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You looked equally horrified.

“No. Pick someone else.”

“There is no someone else.”

“There has to be.”

“There isn’t.”

Percy threw his hands into the air.

“We’ll kill each other before the monsters do.”

Chiron smiled far too knowingly.

“I have confidence you will surprise yourselves.”

⸻

An hour later, the three of you stood at the edge of the camp.

Percy adjusted Riptide.

“I still don’t understand why you had to come.”

You looked at him.

“I’m wondering the same thing.”

Annabeth groaned.

“If you two don’t stop before we even leave camp, I’m pushing you both into the nearest river.”

Percy looked offended.

“I’d survive.”

“I know.”

“She probably would too.”

“I definitely would.”

“That’s not helping.”

Grover jogged over carrying a backpack.

“I packed snacks!”

Percy’s eyes lit up.

“What kind?”

“Blue cookies.”

Percy gasped dramatically.

“You’re my favorite person.”

You reached into the bag.

“Oh, these look—”

He slapped your hand away.

“No.”

You blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“They’re mine.”

“They’re communal.”

“They’re blue.”

“And?”

“I’m claiming them.”

“You cannot claim an entire color.”

“I absolutely can.”

“You are unbelievable.”

He grinned.

“I’ve been told.”

You stole one anyway.

Percy stared in horror.

“You…”

You took a deliberately slow bite.

“…should’ve moved faster.”

Annabeth simply walked away.

“I suddenly understand why Athena invented headaches.”

⸻

By sunset, the forest had become unnaturally quiet.

Too quiet.

Percy noticed first.

“Do you hear that?”

You frowned.

“Hear what?”

“Exactly.”

Silence.

Not birds.

Not insects.

Nothing.

Annabeth slowly pulled out her knife.

“Something’s wrong.”

The ground trembled.

Once.

Twice.

Then—

CRACK.

Trees exploded apart as a massive Cyclops burst through the forest.

“Oh,” Percy muttered.

“That’s… bigger than usual.”

The Cyclops roared.

You immediately drew your sword.

“I hate today.”

Percy stepped beside you without thinking.

“I’ll distract it.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know.”

“I’m stronger.”

“I’m faster.”

“I’m both.”

“You wish.”

The Cyclops swung a tree like a baseball bat.

Percy grabbed your wrist.

“Move!”

He yanked you sideways just before the trunk smashed into the ground where you’d been standing.

Your heart hammered.

“You just saved me.”

He looked confused.

“Obviously.”

“…Why obviously?”

He blinked.

“Because I wasn’t gonna let you get flattened.”

The words hung between you for half a second.

Then—

The Cyclops charged again.

“Talk later!” Annabeth yelled.

⸻

The fight lasted almost twenty minutes.

Everyone was exhausted.

The monster stumbled.

Percy looked at you.

“Together?”

You nodded.

“Together.”

Without another word, you ran.

Percy leapt first, distracting it.

You followed, climbing onto its back.

“Hey, ugly!” Percy shouted.

The Cyclops turned.

Wrong move.

You drove your sword downward while Percy struck from the front.

The monster dissolved into golden dust.

Silence settled over the clearing.

You collapsed onto the grass.

“I hate quests.”

Percy dropped beside you.

“I kinda like them.”

“You’re weird.”

“So I’ve heard.”

You laughed quietly.

“…You know…”

He looked over.

“…you fight pretty well.”

You smirked.

“Pretty well?”

“I was trying to be humble.”

“You?”

“Fine.”

He sighed dramatically.

“You’re incredible.”

“There it is.”

“But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

He smiled despite himself.

“You are impossible.”

“And yet…”

You looked at him with a teasing smile.

“…you keep following me around.”

“I literally have to.”

“You don’t sound very convincing.”

“I don’t?”

“No.”

For the first time since meeting you, Percy had absolutely no comeback.

Annabeth noticed immediately.

“Oh.”

Percy looked over.

“What?”

“You like her.”

His eyes widened.

“What?”

You almost dropped your water bottle.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Percy nodded far too quickly.

“Exactly!”

Annabeth folded her arms.

“Percy.”

“No.”

“You blush every time she compliments you.”

“I do not.”

“You’ve been looking at her for the last five minutes.”

“I’ve been… observing.”

“Sure.”

“For tactical reasons.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Tactical?”

“Yep.”

“What strategy involves staring?”

Percy’s face somehow turned even redder.

“I…”

Annabeth smiled knowingly.

“I rest my case.”

⸻

That night, everyone slept around the campfire except you.

You couldn’t.

The stars reflected across the nearby lake.

Footsteps crunched behind you.

“You couldn’t sleep either?”

You looked over.

Percy.

“No.”

He sat beside you.

For once…

Neither of you spoke.

The silence wasn’t awkward anymore.

It was comfortable.

“You know…” Percy finally said quietly.

“I used to think you hated me.”

You laughed softly.

“I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“You keep saving me.”

He smiled.

“Yeah.”

Another quiet moment passed.

“I mostly argued with you because…”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“…you were the only person who always challenged me.”

You looked at him.

“You never treated me like I was Poseidon’s son.”

“You were just Percy.”

He swallowed.

“You always saw… me.”

You smiled gently.

“I still do.”

His sea-green eyes met yours.

Neither of you looked away.

“I think,” he admitted quietly, “that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heartbeat skipped.

“You picked a weird way of flirting.”

“I know.”

“The insults?”

“I panicked.”

“The arguing?”

“Also panicked.”

“The cookie incident?”

“…That one was personal.”

You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the log.

Percy caught your arm instinctively.

For a second…

Neither of you moved.

“I still owe you a blue cookie,” he murmured.

“I think you owe me more than that.”

“I do?”

You nodded.

“I think so.”

He smiled, nervous for perhaps the first time in his life.

“So…”

“So?”

“…Can I make up for it?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

You leaned a little closer.

“Whether you’re going to argue with me tomorrow.”

He grinned.

“Oh, absolutely.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I should’ve guessed.”

“But…”

His voice softened.

“…I’ll also save you if another Cyclops shows up.”

You smiled.

“I’d expect nothing less, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy laughed.

“Did you seriously steal Annabeth’s nickname?”

“I improved it.”

“You definitely didn’t.”

“Oh?”

“No.”

“So we’re arguing again?”

“We never stopped.”

He looked at you with a smile that was softer than any you’d seen from him before.

“…Good.”

From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

Off Script

Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

The internet had decided on two things:

1. The upcoming fantasy movie Kingdom’s End was going to be a massive hit.

2. You and Walker Scobell were absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent in love.

The second one was news to both of you.

At least officially.

⸻

Interview #1 – The Announcement

The interviewer smiled brightly at the camera.

“We’re here with the stars of Kingdom’s End, Walker Scobell and Y/N!”

You waved.

Walker gave an exaggerated salute.

“That’s not a wave,” you told him.

“It can be.”

“It absolutely cannot.”

“It felt right.”

The interviewer laughed.

“Have you two always argued this much?”

Walker immediately answered.

“Yes.”

You answered at the exact same time.

“No.”

The interviewer blinked.

Walker pointed at you.

“See?”

You pointed back.

“You’re proving my point.”

“How?”

“Exactly.”

Walker stared.

Then burst out laughing.

The interviewer looked between you.

“Okay, we’re thirty seconds in and I already understand the dynamic.”

⸻

Interview #2 – The Friendship Questions

Three months later.

The movie’s first trailer had dropped.

Fans were obsessed.

Particularly with how often Walker and Y/N seemed to make each other laugh.

The interviewer leaned forward.

“So, who breaks character more?”

Walker immediately pointed at you.

You gasped dramatically.

“Excuse me?”

“You know it’s true.”

“No.”

“You literally made me laugh during an emotional scene.”

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“You barked.”

The interviewer nearly choked.

“You what?”

“I barked one time.”

Walker shook his head.

“Three times.”

“Okay, maybe three.”

“Like a small dog.”

You folded your arms.

“The director laughed.”

“That’s because it was funny.”

You looked at the camera.

“I’m surrounded by bullies.”

⸻

Behind The Scenes

The truth was simple.

Walker liked being around you.

A lot.

Too much, probably.

Which was unfortunate.

Because every interview made it worse.

Every press tour.

Every red carpet.

Every stupid game where you sat shoulder-to-shoulder and laughed together.

It wasn’t helping.

Not even a little.

⸻

Interview #3 – The Co-Star Quiz

“Okay,” the interviewer said. “Let’s see how well you know each other.”

You groaned.

Walker immediately grinned.

“Oh, I’m winning this.”

“There isn’t a winner.”

“There is now.”

The first question appeared.

Who takes longer getting ready?

Both of you pointed at each other.

The interviewer laughed.

“You both said each other.”

Walker looked offended.

“You take forever.”

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

“You spent twenty minutes fixing your hair yesterday.”

Walker looked shocked.

“Because it had to look good.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

The interviewer slowly looked away.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Both of you answered immediately.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Then you looked at each other.

Then started laughing.

Again.

⸻

Interview #4 – The Viral One

This was the interview that made the internet lose its mind.

The interviewer asked a simple question.

“What was your first impression of each other?”

You smiled.

“Oh, that’s easy.”

Walker immediately looked nervous.

“I don’t like that smile.”

“I thought he was annoying.”

The interviewer laughed.

Walker looked offended.

“You thought I was annoying?”

“You walked into the audition room and immediately started talking.”

“I was being friendly.”

“You were being loud.”

Walker pointed dramatically.

“See? This is what I deal with.”

The interviewer turned toward him.

“What about your first impression?”

Walker froze.

You didn’t notice.

But the interviewer definitely did.

“What did you think, Walker?”

For a second, he looked directly at you.

Then away.

Fast.

“I thought she seemed cool.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Just cool?”

Walker’s face immediately turned red.

The interviewer nearly fell out of their chair.

The clip got twenty million views.

⸻

Interview #5 – The Fan Questions

One fan question appeared on screen.

Who confessed their crush first?

The room went silent.

You laughed.

Walker laughed.

The interviewer laughed.

Nobody answered.

“Next question!” Walker said immediately.

The interviewer grinned.

“Oh?”

“Nope.”

“Interesting reaction.”

“Nope.”

You were now hiding your face.

Walker was staring at the ceiling.

The internet exploded before the interview even finished airing.

⸻

One Last Interview

The movie premiered six months later.

You and Walker sat together for what was supposed to be the final press interview.

The interviewer smiled knowingly.

“So.”

Walker immediately sighed.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

You started laughing.

The interviewer continued.

“Fans have been asking this for months.”

Walker buried his face in his hands.

“Please don’t.”

“They want to know if you’re dating.”

The room went quiet.

You looked at Walker.

Walker looked at you.

The interviewer looked delighted.

“You know,” you said carefully, “that’s actually a funny story.”

Walker stared.

“Is it?”

“I think so.”

He started smiling.

Which made you smile.

The interviewer looked like Christmas had arrived early.

Walker shook his head.

Then looked at you.

“Do you want to tell them?”

Your heart jumped.

“You want me to?”

Walker shrugged.

“Sure.”

You laughed softly.

Then reached over and grabbed his hand.

The interviewer immediately stopped breathing.

Walker’s grin became impossible to hide.

“I think,” you said, trying not to laugh, “that answers the question.”

The interviewer screamed.

Walker started laughing.

You started laughing.

And somewhere online, millions of fans celebrated because, for once, they had actually been right.

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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

The Way He Looks At You

Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

The cast party was loud.

Music thumped through the rented venue, people laughed over each other, and cameras flashed every few seconds.

You should have been having fun.

Instead, you sat on one of the couches near the back wall, forcing a smile while your boyfriend, Ethan, stood across the room talking to a group of people.

Walker noticed immediately.

Because Walker always noticed.

He dropped down onto the couch beside you.

“Okay,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’ve been staring at the same cup for ten minutes.”

“I have not.”

“You absolutely have.”

You looked away.

Walker nudged your shoulder.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“That’s actor language for ‘it’s definitely something.’”

A laugh escaped you despite yourself.

Walker grinned.

“See? There she is.”

Across the room, Ethan glanced over.

His expression immediately hardened when he saw Walker sitting next to you.

Walker sighed.

“Oh, great.”

“What?”

“He does that.”

“What?”

“The look.”

You frowned.

“The look?”

Walker nodded.

“The ‘why are you talking to my girlfriend?’ look.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m an actor. It’s literally my job.”

That earned another laugh.

For a moment, things felt normal.

Easy.

Then Ethan walked over.

“Hey.”

His voice was sharp.

You sat up slightly.

“Hi.”

Ethan looked directly at Walker.

“Can I talk to her?”

Walker immediately stood.

“Yep.”

But before he could leave, Ethan added,

“Alone.”

The smile disappeared from Walker’s face.

“Obviously.”

You watched Walker walk away before turning back to Ethan.

“What?”

“You’ve been sitting with him all night.”

“I’ve known Walker for years.”

“So?”

“So he’s my friend.”

Ethan scoffed.

“You spend more time with him than me.”

Your stomach dropped.

“We literally work together.”

“You know what I mean.”

The argument continued quietly, but it still hurt.

Especially because you weren’t sure what you’d done wrong.

⸻

An hour later, you slipped outside for air.

The cool night breeze hit your face.

“Thought I’d find you out here.”

You didn’t need to turn around.

“Hey, Walker.”

He leaned against the railing beside you.

“You okay?”

You shrugged.

Walker frowned.

“No, seriously.”

You stared at the city lights.

“I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

You hesitated.

Then everything spilled out.

The comments.

The jealousy.

The arguments.

The way Ethan always seemed angry whenever you talked to anyone else.

Walker listened without interrupting.

When you finished, he looked frustrated.

Not at you.

At the situation.

“You deserve better.”

You laughed softly.

“There it is.”

“What?”

“I knew you’d say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

You shook your head.

“Relationships aren’t perfect.”

“There’s a difference between imperfect and making someone feel bad all the time.”

You looked away.

Walker continued.

“You shouldn’t have to apologize for talking to your friends.”

“I know.”

“You shouldn’t constantly worry about upsetting him.”

You swallowed.

“I know.”

Walker sighed.

Then his voice softened.

“You deserve somebody who actually appreciates you.”

Your heart skipped.

The way he said it felt different.

More personal.

More honest.

You slowly turned toward him.

Walker looked nervous.

Which was strange.

Walker Scobell was rarely nervous.

“What?” you asked quietly.

He laughed awkwardly.

“Nothing.”

“Walker.”

He groaned.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Use my full name voice.”

You smiled.

“Tell me.”

Walker rubbed the back of his neck.

For a moment he looked anywhere but at you.

Then finally—

“I just don’t get him.”

“Ethan?”

“Yeah.”

You stayed silent.

Walker continued.

“I don’t get how somebody can have you and still act like that.”

Your breath caught.

“Walker…”

“No, seriously.”

He shook his head.

“You’re funny. You’re talented. You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.”

You stared at him.

“And he acts like you’re the problem.”

The silence stretched between you.

Walker suddenly looked horrified.

“I probably shouldn’t have said all that.”

A smile tugged at your lips.

“Probably not.”

“Cool.”

“Definitely made things weird.”

“A little.”

Walker covered his face.

“Oh my god.”

You laughed.

His head snapped up.

“There it is again.”

“What?”

“The laugh.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because I like hearing it.”

Your cheeks warmed.

Walker noticed.

Immediately.

And suddenly he looked just as flustered.

“Oh.”

Neither of you knew what to say next.

⸻

A week later, things finally came to a head.

You and Ethan broke up.

It wasn’t dramatic.

Just exhausting.

By the end, neither of you were happy.

The first person who showed up afterward was Walker.

Of course it was.

He arrived carrying snacks and three different drinks.

“I didn’t know what you’d want.”

You stared.

“Walker.”

“What?”

“You brought an entire convenience store.”

“You sounded sad.”

You laughed.

His face lit up.

Again.

That look.

The one he always gave you.

The one you somehow hadn’t noticed before.

“You know,” you said.

“What?”

“I think I finally figured something out.”

Walker sat down beside you.

“What’s that?”

You smiled.

“You always cared more than you let on.”

His ears immediately turned red.

“No comment.”

You laughed.

“Walker.”

“Nope.”

“Walker.”

“Nope.”

“Walker.”

He groaned.

“Fine.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Walker looked down at his hands.

Then back at you.

“I just wanted you to be happy.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten.

“And if I’m happiest with you?” you asked softly.

Walker blinked.

“What?”

You smiled.

“If I’m happiest with you?”

For a second, he just stared.

Like he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

Then the biggest grin spread across his face.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

His smile somehow grew even wider.

“Wow.”

“Wow?”

“I had a better speech planned.”

You burst out laughing.

Walker laughed too.

Then he shook his head.

“Guess I’ll have to improvise.”

From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

Truth Under Pressure

Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

The Entertainment Weekly studio was buzzing with energy.

Cameras were being adjusted. Producers were running around with clipboards. A fake lie detector machine sat on a table between two chairs.

You stared at it suspiciously.

“That thing looks fake.”

Walker Scobell laughed beside you.

“It is fake.”

A producer pointed at him.

“Don’t ruin the magic, Walker.”

“I’m just telling the truth!”

“That’s literally the point of the interview,” you shot back.

Walker grinned.

“See? That’s why they picked you instead of Aryan. You’re already roasting me.”

“Someone has to.”

The producer clapped her hands.

“Alright, everyone ready?”

You and Walker sat down across from each other.

The cameras started rolling.

⸻

“Hi, I’m Walker Scobell.”

“And I’m Y/N.”

“And today we’re going to be lying to each other.”

You looked at him.

“That’s not the title.”

“It should be.”

The producer laughed from behind the camera.

⸻

Walker picked up the first card.

“Oh, this is easy.”

He looked directly at you.

“Y/N, are you always on time to set?”

You immediately started laughing.

“No.”

The fake lie detector operator pressed a button dramatically.

“LIE.”

The entire room burst out laughing.

“I literally said no!”

Walker pointed triumphantly.

“Exactly. You admitted it.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You’ve said that at least fifty times.”

“Because it’s true.”

The operator pressed another button.

“TRUTH.”

Walker cheered.

“See?”

⸻

You grabbed your own card.

“Okay, Walker.”

He immediately looked nervous.

“Oh no.”

“Do you think you’re the funniest cast member?”

Walker gasped.

“Absolutely.”

The operator pressed a button.

“FALSE.”

The room exploded.

Walker clutched his chest.

“What?!”

You were laughing so hard tears were forming in your eyes.

“I knew it.”

“Who is then?”

You shrugged.

“Probably Aryan.”

Walker looked horrified.

“That’s betrayal.”

⸻

A few questions later, things got worse.

For Walker.

⸻

“Walker,” you read from the card, “have you ever stolen snacks from the craft services table?”

“No.”

The operator immediately slammed the button.

“LIE.”

You pointed across the table.

“I KNEW IT.”

Walker laughed.

“Okay, maybe once.”

“Once?”

The operator hit the button again.

“LIE.”

The crew laughed.

Walker buried his face in his hands.

⸻

Your turn.

Walker smirked as he looked at his next card.

“Oh, this is good.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“What?”

“Have you ever forgotten your lines and blamed somebody else?”

You immediately looked away.

The room erupted.

Walker was practically falling out of his chair laughing.

“You didn’t even answer!”

The operator dramatically pressed the button.

“LIE.”

“HEY!”

“You totally have!”

You pointed accusingly.

“One time!”

“One time is enough.”

“It was an accident!”

Walker couldn’t stop laughing.

⸻

The interview continued for nearly twenty minutes.

Most of it was spent teasing each other.

⸻

“Have you ever stolen one of Walker’s hoodies?”

“…Maybe.”

“TRUTH.”

Walker nodded knowingly.

“I was wondering where that went.”

⸻

“Do you think Walker spends too much time talking about superheroes?”

“Yes.”

“TRUTH.”

Walker looked offended.

“It’s important information.”

“It is not.”

“It absolutely is.”

⸻

Then Walker picked up another card.

The smile slowly disappeared from his face.

The producer noticed immediately.

“Oh?”

Walker looked at the card.

Then at you.

Then back at the card.

“Nope.”

The producer laughed.

“You have to ask it.”

Walker groaned.

“I hate all of you.”

You were immediately suspicious.

“What does it say?”

“Nothing.”

“Walker.”

He sighed dramatically.

Then looked up.

“Do you think Y/N is your favorite person to work with?”

The room instantly got quiet.

Your heart skipped.

Walker looked equally surprised.

“Who wrote that question?”

A producer raised her hand.

Walker groaned louder.

⸻

You crossed your arms.

“Well?”

Walker pointed at the machine.

“This thing is fake.”

“Answer the question.”

The crew started chanting.

“ANSWER! ANSWER! ANSWER!”

Walker laughed nervously.

“You people are terrible.”

Then he looked at you.

A little smile appeared.

“Yeah.”

The room collectively went:

“AWWWW.”

The operator pressed the button.

“TRUTH.”

Walker immediately covered his face.

“Oh my gosh.”

You couldn’t stop smiling.

⸻

Unfortunately for you, there was one final card left.

And Walker got it.

His grin returned instantly.

“Oh, this is perfect.”

“No.”

“Oh yes.”

You already knew you were doomed.

Walker cleared his throat dramatically.

“Y/N, do you get nervous around me?”

Your eyes widened.

The crew lost their minds.

“ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS NOW!”

“Walker!”

He was laughing.

“Answer it.”

You looked around the room.

Then back at him.

Then at the camera.

Then back at him again.

“…Sometimes.”

The room went silent.

The operator slowly pressed the button.

“TRUTH.”

Walker froze.

You froze.

The crew started screaming.

⸻

Walker pointed at the machine.

“THAT THING IS RIGGED.”

“It literally agreed with me!”

“It’s still rigged.”

“You asked the question!”

“I didn’t think you’d answer!”

⸻

The producer was laughing so hard she could barely speak.

“Okay, okay! That’s a wrap!”

The cameras shut off.

People began packing equipment away.

⸻

You stood up from your chair.

“Well.”

“That wasn’t embarrassing at all.”

Walker rubbed the back of his neck.

“Not even a little.”

You both laughed.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then Walker looked down at the floor.

Then back up at you.

“So…”

“So?”

“If you get nervous around me…”

You groaned.

“Oh my gosh.”

“I’m just saying.”

He smiled.

“You know, I think I get nervous around you too.”

You stared.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Wow.”

“I know.”

You shook your head.

“You’re such a dork.”

Walker grinned.

“Yeah.”

“Good thing you’re my favorite person to work with.”

His smile widened instantly.

“You heard that, right?”

“I definitely did.”

“And don’t let it go to your head.”

“No promises.”

Together, still laughing, you headed off set while the crew behind you continued teasing you both about the interview for the rest of the day.

From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

Saltwater and Strawberry Jam

Percy Jackson x Reader

The kitchen in Cabin Three smelled like a disaster area, but it was a happy disaster.

Percy was stood by the small counter, a streak of flour across his jaw and a look of intense, comedic concentration on his face. He was currently trying to flip a pancake using a plastic spatula that was definitely not designed for high-stakes culinary manoeuvres.

"Don't do it," you said, leaning against the doorframe with a mug of hot cider between your hands. "Percy, I'm warning you. The last one ended up on the ceiling fan."

"That was a fluke," Percy argued, not taking his eyes off the sizzling batter. "The structural integrity of that pancake was compromised from the start. This one? This one is a masterpiece. Watch and learn."

With a dramatic flick of his wrist, he tossed the pancake into the air. It flipped twice, caught a rogue breeze from the open window, and landed with a soft splat right on top of his own head.

For a second, there was total silence.

Then, you absolutely lost it. You laughed so hard you had to set your cider down on the table to keep from spilling it, your shoulders shaking as you pointed at him.

Percy stood perfectly still, the pancake draped over his messy black hair like a floppy, golden-brown beanie. A single drop of blue food coloring trickled down his forehead. He blinked at you, completely deadpan.

"Are you done?" he asked, though a twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

"Not even close," you gasped, wiping a tear from your eye. "It suits you, honestly. It’s a good look. Very avant-garde."

"Glad you appreciate fine art," he said. He reached up, peeled the pancake off his head, and tossed it into the trash with a sigh. "Okay, so maybe my flipping technique needs work. But the batter tastes good!"

To prove his point, he scooped a bit of leftover blue batter onto his finger and offered it to you. You leaned forward and bit it off, laughing when he immediately used his clean hand to smudge a dot of flour onto the tip of your nose.

"Hey!"

"Payback," he grinned, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist. He smelled like ocean air, sweet batter, and the strawberry fields outside. "Besides, you have a beautiful laugh. I have to do ridiculous things to hear it."

You placed your hands on his chest, looking up into his sea-green eyes, which were bright and completely clear—no storms, no weight of the world, just warmth. "You don't have to wear breakfast as a hat just to make me laugh, Jackson."

"It helps, though," he murmured, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "Admission price is pretty cheap. Just one smile."

"You're a dork."

"Yeah, but I'm your dork." He kissed the tip of your flour-dusted nose, then kissed your lips, sweet and lingering, tasting faintly of sugar.

When he pulled back, he smiled, his hand coming up to gently brush a stray hair out of your eyes. "Come on. Let's abandon the kitchen before Chiron sees the ceiling. The sun's out, the canoes are unlocked, and I promise not to flip the boat this time."

"Is that a demigod promise?" you asked, eyebrow raised.

"Strictly a human one," Percy laughed, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the door. "Which means it’s way more reliable. Let's go."

From me, to you

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“Steal My Hoodie, Steal My Heart”

Percy Jackson x Reader

“You’re wearing my hoodie again.”

You looked up from your place on the steps of Cabin Eleven.

Percy stood there pointing at you accusingly while lake water dripped from his shirt.

You raised an eyebrow. “First of all, hello.”

“Hello,” he said immediately. “Second of all, that’s mine.”

“It was cold.”

“You have your own hoodies.”

“Yeah, but yours smell better.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Silence.

Percy blinked.

You blinked.

Then Connor Stoll leaned out the cabin window dramatically.

“OHHHHH!”

You grabbed a shoe and threw it at him.

He disappeared instantly.

Percy looked suspiciously pleased with himself now.

“You think I smell good?”

“Don’t make this weird.”

“You literally just made this weird.”

“You’re still soaking wet from canoe practice. Focus on that.”

Percy glanced down at himself. “Honestly? Fair.”

He sat beside you anyway.

Way too close.

You hated that your heartbeat immediately sped up.

“So,” Percy said casually, “exactly how many of my hoodies have you stolen?”

“They’re not stolen if I never intended to give them back.”

“That is literally the definition of stealing.”

“Nuh uh.”

He laughed softly.

Gods.

That laugh should’ve been illegal.

Later that afternoon, you were helping Annabeth reorganize maps in the Athena cabin when she suddenly said:

“So are you finally gonna tell Percy you like him?”

You nearly dropped an entire stack.

“What?!”

Annabeth didn’t even look up. “You heard me.”

“I do not like Percy.”

Annabeth slowly turned to stare at you.

You stared back.

“…You wear his hoodies like they’re emotional support blankets.”

“They’re comfortable.”

“You nearly stabbed a girl with a fork because she was flirting with him.”

“She was annoying.”

“You memorized his favorite blue candy.”

“Everyone knows he loves blue candy….”

Annabeth snorted. “You’re hopeless.”

You crossed your arms. “He doesn’t like me like that anyway.”

Annabeth actually laughed out loud.

“Oh my gods.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

That evening, the campfire was loud and chaotic.

The Apollo cabin was singing.

Badly.

Travis Stoll had somehow started juggling marshmallows.

Clarisse was threatening bodily harm.

Normal camp stuff.

You sat beside Silena, half-listening to whatever story she was telling when Percy suddenly dropped down next to you.

Again.

Way too close.

“Hey.”

He held something out.

Your hoodie.

Well—

His hoodie.

“The blue one?” you asked.

“You left it in the arena.”

You took it slowly. “You brought it back?”

“Well yeah.”

“You walked all the way across camp for a hoodie?”

Percy looked confused. “You like this hoodie.”

Your chest hurt a little.

Stupid boy.

Silena looked between the two of you and physically got up.

“Nope,” she announced. “I’m leaving before this becomes painful.”

You frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means one of you needs to kiss the other before I lose my mind.”

Percy choked on air.

You buried your face in your hands.

“Why is everyone at this camp insane?” Percy groaned.

“Demigod thing,” Silena said. “Good luck!”

Then she walked away laughing.

You sat in awkward silence beside Percy for a moment.

Then—

“…Would it really be that bad?”

You looked over. “What?”

He was staring at the fire now.

“Kissing you,” he said quietly.

Your brain completely stopped working.

“What?”

Percy immediately panicked. “Forget I said that. Actually, no, don’t forget it, because that sounds suspicious—”

“Percy.”

“Right. Sorry.”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I just meant…” he started softly. “Sometimes I think maybe there’s something here.”

Your heartbeat was so loud you were sure he could hear it.

“And then sometimes I think maybe I imagined it because you’re nice to everybody.”

“I am not nice to everybody.”

“That’s true,” he admitted. “You threatened to drown Connor yesterday.”

“He deserved it.”

Percy laughed quietly.

Then his expression softened.

“But you’re always nice to me.”

You swallowed hard.

“Percy…”

“And you wear my hoodies.” He looked at you hopefully. “Which feels important.”

You started laughing.

He blinked. “What?”

“That’s your evidence?”

“You steal exclusively my clothes!”

“I hate that you have a point.”

“I knew it.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“But am I wrong?”

You looked at him for a long moment.

Then sighed dramatically.

“No.”

Percy froze. “No?”

“No, you’re not wrong.”

His eyes widened. “Wait—seriously?”

“You’re unbelievably oblivious for the son of Athena’s favorite person.”

“Annabeth says that all the time!”

“Because it’s true!”

Percy stared at you for another second before grinning so brightly it almost hurt to look at.

“You like me.”

“You say that like you just discovered Atlantis.”

“You LIKE me.”

“Oh my gods.”

He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the log.

You shoved his shoulder. “Stop looking so smug.”

“I can’t! This is the best day of my life!”

“That feels dramatic.”

“You stole my hoodies as a flirting strategy!”

“I didn’t even realize I was doing it at first!”

“That somehow makes it better!”

You were both laughing now.

The kind that made your stomach ache.

The kind that felt easy.

Warm.

Safe.

Percy looked at you for a second too long.

Then quieter, he said:

“So… can I kiss you?”

You tugged lightly on the front of his camp necklace.

“You’re really asking after all this?”

“I’m trying to be respectful.”

“That’s suspicious behavior from you.”

“Wow.”

You smiled a little.

Then kissed him anyway.

Percy made a surprised sound before kissing you back instantly.

Warm hands grabbed your waist.

Your fingers tangled in the front of his shirt.

Somewhere behind you, somebody screamed:

“FINALLY!”

You both jumped apart.

The entire camp was staring.

Clarisse looked deeply annoyed. “Took you idiots long enough.”

Annabeth had her face buried in her hands.

“I deserve compensation for witnessing that slow burn in real time,” she said.

Percy looked absolutely delighted.

You hid your burning face in his hoodie.

Which only made him grin wider.

“Oh,” he said smugly. “You’re definitely never giving that back now.”

“…Shut up.”

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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“If I Say It, Let Me Take It Back”

Walker Scobell x Reader

This fic is HEAVILY based off of Bella Kay’s song ‘Promise?’ I hope you enjoy.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

“Okay, be honest.”

Walker drops onto the couch beside you, grabbing a handful of popcorn from your bowl like it’s his.

“This movie is terrible, right?”

You snort. “It’s not terrible.”

“It’s so terrible,” he insists. “That acting? Criminal.”

“You’re literally an actor.”

“Exactly. I’m allowed to judge.”

You roll your eyes, nudging his shoulder. “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah?” he grins. “You love it.”

You don’t answer that.

Because you do.

And that’s the problem.

⸻

“You’re being weird.”

You glance up from your phone. “I’m not being weird.”

Walker squints at you. “You’ve been staring at the same TikTok for, like, five minutes.”

“I’m thinking.”

“About…?”

“Stuff.”

“Wow. Very descriptive,” he deadpans. “Super helpful.”

You sigh, locking your phone. “Why do you care so much?”

“Because,” he says like it’s obvious, “you’re my best friend. I’m supposed to care.”

There it is.

Best friend.

The words sit heavy in your chest.

“Right,” you say quietly. “Best friend.”

Walker tilts his head. “Okay, what was that?”

“What was what?”

“That tone.”

“There was no tone.”

“There was definitely a tone,” he leans closer. “What’s going on with you lately?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

You glare at him. “I’m not lying.”

“You are. You do this thing—” he gestures vaguely at your face, “—where you pretend everything’s fine, but it’s not.”

“Maybe everything is fine.”

“Yeah?” he challenges. “Then why does it feel like you’re about to disappear on me again?”

Your stomach twists.

“I’m not disappearing.”

“You did it last time,” he says softly. “You went all quiet and weird and wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.”

“That was different.”

“How?”

You open your mouth—

Then close it.

Because you can’t say it.

Not without ruining everything.

⸻

“You ever think about stuff you shouldn’t?” you blurt out later.

Walker looks over at you from where he’s lying on the floor, scrolling on his phone.

“All the time,” he says. “That’s, like, my whole personality.”

You huff a quiet laugh. “No, I mean… like, things you know would mess everything up if you said them out loud.”

He pauses.

Now you’ve got his attention.

“…Yeah,” he says slowly. “I guess.”

You pick at the sleeve of your hoodie. “What do you do about it?”

“Depends,” he shrugs. “If it’s important, I say it anyway.”

“And if it’s not?”

“Then I keep my mouth shut.”

You nod, staring at the floor. “Right.”

Walker studies you. “Okay, that sounded suspiciously specific.”

“It’s not.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“It’s really not.”

He sits up, nudging your knee with his. “You gonna tell me what this is about or am I supposed to guess?”

“Guessing would be a terrible idea.”

“Why?”

“Because you’d get it wrong.”

He smirks. “Try me.”

You hesitate.

Your heart is already racing, and you haven’t even said anything yet.

“Walker…”

“Yeah?”

“If I told you something,” you start carefully, “would you—”

You stop.

He frowns. “Would I what?”

“Would you promise not to make it weird?”

“That depends on what it is.”

“See? That’s not reassuring.”

He softens a little. “Hey. I’m not gonna just… freak out on you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Then give me the chance to prove it.”

You shake your head. “No, you don’t get it.”

“Then help me get it.”

You look at him.

Really look at him.

And that’s your first mistake.

Because it makes everything worse.

⸻

“I want to tell you something,” you say finally, your voice barely steady.

Walker’s expression shifts, more serious now. “Okay…?”

“But you have to promise me something first.”

He raises an eyebrow. “That sounds ominous.”

“I’m serious.”

“…Alright,” he nods. “What is it?”

“If I tell you,” you swallow, “and you don’t feel the same… you have to let me take it back.”

He blinks. “Take it back?”

“Like I never said it,” you clarify quickly. “No weirdness, no awkward distance, no… nothing changes.”

Walker stares at you, confused. “That’s not really how that works.”

“It has to be,” you insist. “Because I can’t—” your voice cracks slightly, “—I can’t lose you over something stupid I said.”

His expression softens instantly.

“Hey,” he says gently. “It’s not stupid if it matters to you.”

“It is if it ruins everything.”

“It won’t—”

“You don’t know that,” you cut in. “So just… promise me.”

He hesitates.

And that hesitation makes your chest tighten.

“Why does it feel like I’m about to agree to something dangerous?” he asks quietly.

“Because you are.”

“Great.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Walker, please.”

He looks at you for a long moment.

Then sighs.

“…Fine,” he says. “I promise.”

“Promise you won’t treat me differently?”

“I promise.”

“Promise we stay the same?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

You search his face. “And I can take it back?”

A beat.

“…You can take it back,” he agrees.

⸻

Silence stretches between you.

Thick. Heavy.

Your hands are shaking.

“Okay,” Walker says softly. “Now you’re scaring me.”

You let out a weak laugh. “Yeah. Me too.”

“Just say it.”

You shake your head. “I can’t.”

“You literally just made me promise—”

“I know, I know,” you groan, covering your face. “I just—give me a second.”

He watches you, waiting.

Always waiting.

That’s what makes this so hard.

“Okay,” you whisper, dropping your hands. “Okay, I’m gonna say it, and then we’re never speaking of it again if it goes badly.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“Walker.”

“Right. Sorry. Go.”

You inhale sharply.

And then—

“I want you.”

The words fall out faster than you can stop them.

Silence.

Walker doesn’t move.

Doesn’t speak.

Just stares at you.

So you keep going, because now you can’t stop.

“I know we’re supposed to just be friends,” you rush, voice shaking. “And we are, I get that, I do—but I don’t feel like that anymore and I haven’t for a while, and I didn’t want to tell you because if you don’t feel the same then everything changes and I don’t want to lose you, so—”

“Hey.”

His voice cuts through your spiral.

You freeze.

“I’m done,” you say quickly, standing up. “Forget I said anything, okay? I take it back—”

“No.”

You stop.

“What?”

Walker stands too, stepping in front of you before you can escape.

“No,” he repeats. “You don’t get to just say something like that and then take it back two seconds later.”

“That was the deal,” you remind him weakly.

“Yeah, well, I don’t like the deal anymore.”

“Walker—”

“Do you really think I’d just… pretend I didn’t hear that?” he asks, searching your face.

“I was hoping you would.”

“Not happening.”

You look down, mortified. “This was a mistake.”

“Hey,” he says again, softer this time. “Look at me.”

You don’t.

“Please.”

Slowly, you do.

And his expression—

It’s not weird. Not distant. Not uncomfortable.

Just… overwhelmed.

“You’ve felt like this for a while?” he asks quietly.

You nod. “Yeah.”

“And you didn’t tell me because you thought I wouldn’t feel the same?”

“Yeah.”

“And you were just gonna keep pretending?”

“I was doing a pretty good job,” you mumble.

He huffs out a small, disbelieving laugh. “No, you weren’t.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m serious,” he says. “You’ve been acting like you’re walking on eggshells around me.”

“Because I have been.”

Another pause.

Then—

“You really think I don’t feel anything?” he asks.

Your heart stutters. “I don’t know what you feel.”

Walker runs a hand through his hair, pacing once like he’s trying to sort out his thoughts.

“That’s so unfair,” he mutters.

“What is?”

“That you didn’t tell me,” he says. “Because now you’ve been dealing with all of this alone, and I didn’t even know.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

“Yeah, well, I hate that.”

You swallow. “You don’t have to deal with it. I told you—I’ll take it back.”

“No.”

“Walker—”

“I said no,” he repeats, more firmly. “You don’t get to just erase it because you’re scared of my answer.”

Your chest tightens. “Then… what is your answer?”

He looks at you.

Really looks at you.

And for a second, he seems just as scared as you feel.

“I don’t know how to say this right,” he admits. “So it’s probably gonna come out messy.”

“That’s okay.”

“I think…” he hesitates, then exhales, “I think I’ve been trying really hard not to think about it.”

Your breath catches. “About what?”

“You,” he says simply.

“Oh.”

“Because yeah—we’re supposed to be friends,” he continues. “And I didn’t want to mess that up. But every time you’d laugh at something dumb I said, or sit too close, or—” he cuts himself off, shaking his head, “—it got harder to ignore.”

You stare at him. “Walker…”

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you either,” he finishes.

Silence.

Then, barely above a whisper—

“So… now what?”

He lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“I know,” he half-laughs. “But it’s honest.”

You nod slowly. “Okay. Honest is good.”

Another pause.

“Do you still want to take it back?” he asks.

You think about it.

About the fear.

The risk.

The way your heart is pounding right now.

“…No,” you admit.

A small smile tugs at his lips.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Me neither.”

Your heart is still racing, but it’s different now. Less panic—more… anticipation.

Terrifying, but not in a bad way.

“So… what does that mean?” you ask, your voice quieter now.

Walker lets out a breath, glancing down for a second before looking back at you.

“I think it means…” he steps a little closer, hesitant but sure at the same time, “we stop pretending we don’t feel this.”

You swallow. “And if it messes everything up?”

“Then we deal with it,” he says. “Together.”

You search his face. “You’re really okay risking that?”

He huffs a small laugh. “I think we’ve already been risking it for a while.”

“…Yeah,” you admit. “We have.”

There’s a pause.

Not awkward.

Just… full.

Walker shifts slightly, like he’s debating something, then looks back at you.

“Can I—” he starts, then stops himself, smiling nervously. “Okay, wow, I suddenly don’t know how to do this.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Do what?”

“This,” he gestures between you. “Whatever this is.”

“You’re doing fine.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

“It does to me.”

That seems to give him just enough confidence.

“Okay,” he says quietly. “Good.”

Another small step closer.

Close enough now that your breath catches.

“If you hate this,” he adds quickly, “you can totally take it back.”

You smile a little. “That’s my line.”

“Yeah, well, I’m stealing it.”

Your voice softens. “I’m not gonna take it back.”

He searches your face one more time, like he’s making absolutely sure.

Then, gently—carefully—he leans in.

The kiss is soft.

Tentative at first, like he’s giving you time to pull away.

But you don’t.

Your hand lightly grips his hoodie, and that’s all it takes for him to relax into it just a little more—still gentle, still unsure, but real.

When he pulls back, it’s only slightly, his forehead almost resting against yours.

“…We’re definitely not taking that back, right?” he murmurs.

You let out a quiet laugh, your nerves finally settling.

“Definitely not.”

He smiles—small, but genuine.

“Good,” he says.

And this time, when he leans in again—

There’s no hesitation at all.

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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“Say It Anyway”

Percy Jackson x Cabin 5!reader

─── ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ ───

The campfire crackled, sparks floating up into the dark like tiny stars trying to escape.

You sat on one of the logs, arms crossed, watching Percy Jackson pace back and forth like he was about to fight a monster—except there was no monster. Just you.

“Okay,” Percy said, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve fought Titans, gods, literal nightmares—but talking to your dad? That’s where I draw the line.”

You raised an eyebrow. “My dad is Ares.”

“Exactly my point!”

You tried not to smile. Tried.

“Percy,” you said, leaning forward, “you’re acting like he’s going to smite you the second you say my name.”

“He might,” Percy shot back. “He doesn’t exactly scream ‘supportive father figure.’ He screams ‘I start wars for fun.’”

“Close enough.”

Percy stopped pacing and pointed at you. “And you’re way too calm about this.”

“Because,” you said, standing up to face him, “I’m not asking for his permission.”

Percy blinked. “…You’re not?”

“No.”

He hesitated. “But… shouldn’t we? I mean—out of respect or whatever?”

You stepped closer, lowering your voice. “Do you respect him?”

Percy opened his mouth. Closed it. Then—“…No.”

“Exactly.”

There was a pause. The fire popped behind you.

Percy looked at you like he was trying to solve a puzzle he’d been overthinking.

“So,” he said slowly, “you’re saying… we just… tell him?”

“I’m saying,” you corrected, “you tell him.”

His eyes widened. “Me?! Why me?!”

“Because,” you said, folding your arms again, “this whole thing is your idea.”

Percy groaned. “My idea was dating you. Not potentially getting stabbed by your war-god father!”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed.

And Percy just stared at you for a second, completely thrown off.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re laughing,” he said. “I’m having a crisis and you’re laughing.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I am not being dramatic—”

“A little dramatic.”

“Okay, maybe a little—but that’s not the point!”

You stepped even closer, your voice softer now.

“Percy.”

He stopped.

“Do you like me or not?”

His expression changed instantly. Less panic. More… something real.

“You know I do.”

“Then why does it matter what he thinks?”

Percy hesitated again—but this time, it wasn’t fear.

It was doubt.

“Because,” he admitted quietly, “I don’t want to mess this up.”

That hit harder than you expected.

You tilted your head. “Mess what up?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between you. “Us. You’re—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “You’re not just some camp crush. I mean… I don’t want to lose you because I said the wrong thing to a god who already hates me.”

You softened, just a little.

“Ares doesn’t hate you,” you said.

Percy gave you a look.

“Okay,” you sighed, “he doesn’t hate you that much.”

“Wow. Comforting.”

You rolled your eyes, then reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could start pacing again.

“Hey.”

He stilled.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you said. “Not because of him. Not because of anything stupid like that.”

Percy searched your face. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Another pause.

Then Percy took a breath, straightened up, and nodded like he was preparing for battle.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. I can do this.” He pointed at himself. “I’m Percy Jackson. I’ve got this.”

You smirked. “You’re really hyping yourself up right now.”

“I need it!”

“Clearly.”

He looked at you again, determination flickering in his eyes.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s go talk to Ares.”

You didn’t move.

Percy frowned. “What?”

You shrugged. “Or… we don’t.”

He blinked. “I thought—”

“I changed my mind.”

“You changed your—what?!”

You stepped closer again, this time close enough that he stopped talking entirely.

“Percy,” you said quietly, “we don’t need his approval.”

He swallowed. “Yeah, but—”

“But nothing,” you interrupted. “If we keep waiting for everyone else to be okay with it, we’ll never actually get to be anything.”

That landed.

Hard.

Percy exhaled slowly, like something finally clicked into place.

“So…” he said, voice softer now, “we just… do what we want?”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

He studied you for a second longer—then a small, nervous smile broke across his face.

“That’s kind of terrifying.”

You smirked. “You fight monsters on the daily.”

“Yeah, but this?” he gestured between you again. “This feels bigger.”

Your expression softened again.

“Good.”

Percy laughed under his breath. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re stalling.”

“Okay, okay—” He took a step closer. “So what happens now?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think.

“Well,” you said, “usually this is the part where you say something really brave and romantic.”

Percy groaned. “Oh no.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not good at those.”

“Try anyway.”

He hesitated—then met your eyes, completely serious now.

“I don’t care what your dad says,” he said. “Or what anyone says. I like you. A lot. And I’m not backing out just because it’s complicated.”

Your heart did a small, annoying flip.

“And?” you prompted.

“And…” he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “I’d rather deal with an angry god than not be with you at all.”

You smiled—really smiled this time.

“Good answer.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a beat.

Then Percy, ever Percy, ruined the moment just a little—

“So… does that mean I don’t have to talk to Ares?”

You laughed. “Oh, you definitely still have to.”

His face dropped. “What?!”

“Just not for permission.”

He groaned again, but you could see the smile he was trying to hide.

“Fine,” he said. “But if I die—”

“You won’t.”

“—you’re telling everyone I went down heroically.”

You leaned in slightly, voice teasing.

“I’ll tell them you were terrified.”

“Hey—!”

But he didn’t get to finish.

Because this time, you closed the distance—and kissed him.

It was quick, a little impulsive, but enough to shut him up completely.

When you pulled back, Percy just stared at you, stunned.

“…Okay,” he said after a second. “Worth it. Definitely worth it.”

You laughed, grabbing his hand.

“C’mon, hero,” you said, tugging him toward the cabins. “Let’s go start a war.”

Percy groaned—but he didn’t let go of your hand.

“Next time,” he muttered, “I’m picking the plan.”

“Sure you are.”

And for once, Percy didn’t argue.

He just smiled.

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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“Say It Like You Mean It”

Walker Scobell x Reader

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

I knew something was off the second you stopped laughing at my terrible jokes.

And that says a lot—because my jokes are objectively terrible.

“Okay, wow,” I said, leaning back in my chair, watching you scroll through your phone instead of looking at me. “That one was at least a pity laugh level. Minimum.”

No response.

I frowned. “Seriously? Not even a fake one? You’re slipping.”

You sighed, but it wasn’t the kind you did when you were annoyed at me. It was quieter. Heavier.

“I’m not in the mood today, Walker.”

That… yeah. That hit weird.

I sat up straighter. “Okay… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I gave you a look. “You’re a terrible liar.”

You finally glanced at me, and there it was—that look. The one like you were somewhere else entirely.

“I said I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” I pushed, softer now. “You haven’t been fine all week. Did I do something?”

Your eyebrows pulled together. “What? No. Why would you think that?”

“Because you won’t talk to me,” I said, trying not to sound as frustrated as I felt. “You barely even look at me anymore.”

You scoffed a little, like I’d said something ridiculous. “That’s not true.”

“It is,” I shot back. “You used to tell me everything. Now it’s like—” I stopped myself, exhaling. “It’s like you’re just… shutting me out.”

You went quiet again, staring at the floor this time.

And for a second, I thought maybe you were gonna brush it off again.

But then you said, barely above a whisper, “I don’t think you’d get it.”

That made my chest tighten.

“Try me.”

You hesitated. I could literally see the argument happening in your head.

Then you looked at me, really looked this time, and said, “You ever feel like you care about someone more than they care about you?”

That… yeah. That wasn’t what I was expecting.

“What?” I said, confused. “Where is this coming from?”

You shrugged, but it looked forced. “Just answer.”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “I mean… yeah, I guess? But—”

“Exactly,” you cut in. “It sucks, right?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Like you’re just… waiting for them to feel the same way, and they just don’t,” you continued, your voice getting tighter. “And you don’t even blame them, because it’s not their fault, but it still hurts anyway.”

I stared at you, my brain trying to catch up.

“Wait,” I said slowly. “Who are you talking about?”

You let out a small, humorless laugh. “See? That’s kind of my point.”

“What point?” I asked, frustration creeping back in. “You’re being so vague right now—”

“Because I don’t want to ruin things!” you snapped, and that shut me up instantly.

The room went quiet.

You pressed your lips together, like you regretted saying it.

“Ruin what?” I asked, quieter now.

You didn’t answer right away. You just looked at me, eyes searching my face like you were trying to figure out if this was a mistake.

Then, finally—

“Us.”

My heart literally skipped. Like—full-on cliché moment.

“What do you mean ‘us’?” I asked, even though I had a feeling I knew.

You shook your head, already pulling back. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No,” I said quickly. “Don’t do that. Don’t just drop something like that and then pretend it didn’t happen.”

“Walker—”

“Just tell me,” I insisted. “Please.”

You hesitated again.

Then you exhaled shakily. “I like you. Okay? I’ve liked you for a while now, and I tried to ignore it because I didn’t want to make things weird, but it’s getting harder to pretend it’s not there.”

Everything went kind of… still.

“I just—” you continued, your voice cracking slightly, “I don’t think you feel the same way. And that’s fine. I just… I needed some space to get over it, I guess.”

I blinked at you.

Once. Twice.

“Wait,” I said, my brain finally kicking back into gear. “You think I don’t—?”

You gave me a small, sad smile. “It’s okay, Walker. You don’t have to—”

“No, no, no,” I cut you off, shaking my head. “Hold on. You think I don’t like you?”

You shrugged helplessly. “I mean… you’ve never said anything. You joke around with me like I’m just—like I’m one of the guys.”

“Because I didn’t think you liked me!” I shot back, almost laughing in disbelief.

You froze. “What?”

“Yeah, what?” I echoed. “You’re literally—” I ran a hand through my hair, trying to organize my thoughts. “You’re you. Why would I assume you liked me back?”

You stared at me like I’d just said something insane. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah!” I said. “I thought you were just being nice!”

“I don’t look at people like that when I’m ‘just being nice,’ Walker.”

“Well, I didn’t know that!” I laughed nervously. “I thought I was reading too much into it!”

There was a beat of silence.

Then you said, cautiously, “So… you do like me?”

I let out a breath, shaking my head a little. “Yeah. Obviously. Like… a lot.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “You’re not just saying that.”

“I’m not,” I said quickly. “I swear. I’ve liked you for months, I just didn’t want to mess things up.”

You let out a small laugh, disbelief mixing with relief. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” I said. “Would’ve saved us both a lot of overthinking.”

You covered your face for a second, laughing softly. “Oh my god… we’re actually idiots.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, smiling. “Big time.”

You dropped your hands, looking at me again—this time different. Lighter.

“So what now?” you asked.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool even though my heart was still going crazy. “I mean… I could take you on an actual date instead of whatever this has been.”

You tilted your head, a small smile forming. “You’re asking me out?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Properly this time.”

You pretended to think about it. “Hmm. I don’t know…”

I groaned. “Don’t do this to me.”

You laughed. “I’m kidding. Yes. Obviously yes.”

I smiled, feeling something settle in my chest—something warm and steady.

“Good,” I said. “Because I really didn’t want to go back to pretending I don’t like you.”

You softened at that, stepping a little closer.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Me neither.”

For a second, neither of us moved.

And it wasn’t awkward—it was just… quiet. The kind of quiet where everything feels a little louder. My heartbeat, your breathing, the way your eyes kept flicking down to my lips like you were thinking the same thing I was.

I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close you were.

“Can I—” I started, then stopped, letting out a small, nervous laugh. “Wow, I had something smooth planned and it just completely disappeared.”

You smiled, softer than before. “That’s okay. You don’t really do smooth.”

“Hey,” I protested lightly. “I can be smooth.”

“Name one time.”

“…give me a minute.”

You laughed—really laughed this time—and yeah, there it was. That sound I’d missed all week.

God, I liked you.

“No, but seriously,” I said, my voice quieter now. “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t answer right away.

Not because you were unsure—but because you stepped closer instead, closing the space between us completely.

“I think,” you said softly, “you already know the answer.”

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

I lifted my hand, hesitating just for a second before gently tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. You didn’t pull away—you leaned into it, if anything—and that was all the confirmation I needed.

So I kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed or messy or anything like that. It was slow. Careful. Like I’d been thinking about it for way too long and didn’t want to get it wrong.

Your hand came up to my hoodie, lightly gripping it, and I swear my brain just stopped working for a second.

When we pulled back, it wasn’t far. Just enough to look at each other.

You smiled first.

“Wow,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, still kind of in shock. “Yeah, wow.”

You let out a small laugh, resting your forehead against mine. “Took you long enough.”

I huffed a quiet laugh. “Me? You’re the one who thought I didn’t like you.”

“Okay, fair,” you admitted. “But still.”

I shook my head, smiling, and nudged your nose lightly with mine. “We got there.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “We did.”

And this time, when I kissed you again, it felt a little less uncertain—

and a lot more like the start of something.

#luke castellan #percabeth #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo tv show #fanfic #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy x reader #walker scobell #walker scobell x reader

From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“Before it Falls Apart”

Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

The first time Walker notices something’s off, it’s during a table read.

You miss a line.

Not just a stumble—completely blank.

“…Sorry,” you say quickly, flipping through the script. “I—uh—lost my place.”

Walker frowns, leaning closer. “We’re on page 42.”

“I know that,” you snap, a little too fast.

There’s a pause.

You exhale. “Sorry. I’m just tired.”

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Okay.”

But you don’t look at him again for the rest of the read.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Later, he catches up to you outside.

“Hey—hey, wait up.”

You keep walking. “I have to go over notes.”

“Y/N,” he says, more firmly now.

You stop.

“…What?”

Walker studies your face. “You okay?”

“I literally just said I’m tired.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You let out a short laugh. “Since when are you a therapist?”

“Since you started acting weird.”

“I’m not acting weird.”

“You are.”

“I’m not,” you insist, crossing your arms.

He sighs. “Okay, fine. Then explain why you barely talked to me today.”

“Because I’m working, Walker. That’s what we’re here to do.”

The words land heavier than you meant them to.

His expression shifts.

“…Right,” he says quietly. “Work.”

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It gets worse after that.

Not all at once.

Just… little things.

“Hey,” he says one morning, dropping into the chair next to you in hair and makeup. “Did you see the new—”

“I have lines to go over,” you cut in, not looking up from your script.

“…Okay,” he says. “We can talk later.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he repeats. “Since when is it ‘maybe’?”

You sigh. “Walker, please—”

“No, I’m just asking,” he says, frustration creeping in. “You’ve been dodging me all week.”

“I haven’t been dodging you.”

“Then what are you doing?”

You finally look at him.

“Trying not to mess everything up.”

He blinks. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” you say, standing up, “I don’t have time for distractions right now.”

“Distractions?” he echoes.

Your silence says enough.

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That night, he doesn’t text you.

You notice.

You hate that you notice.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

The interview is what really breaks it.

You sit beside each other, but it feels like there’s a wall between you.

The interviewer smiles. “You two had such natural chemistry on screen. Did that come easily?”

You hesitate.

Walker answers first. “Yeah. At first.”

You glance at him.

“At first?” the interviewer asks.

He shrugs. “Things change.”

Your stomach drops.

“Change how?” she presses.

You force a smile. “Schedules get busy. It happens.”

Walker lets out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Yeah. ‘Busy.’”

You turn to him slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he says, still smiling for the camera, “some people decide work is more important than… everything else.”

Your voice lowers. “Don’t do this here.”

“Do what?” he asks, just as quietly.

“Make it a thing.”

“It is a thing,” he says.

The interviewer shifts awkwardly. “Okay—maybe we’ll—uh—move on—”

“No, it’s fine,” you cut in quickly, your smile tightening. “We’re just tired.”

Walker nods, but his eyes don’t meet yours.

“Yeah,” he says. “Just tired.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Afterward, you corner him backstage.

“What was that?” you demand.

“What was what?” he shoots back.

“You know exactly what!”

“Yeah,” he says, stepping closer. “I do. That was me being honest for once.”

“Honest?” you repeat. “You call that honest?”

“At least I’m saying something,” he snaps. “You’ve been shutting me out for weeks.”

“I haven’t—”

“You have,” he interrupts. “Every time I try to talk to you, you push me away.”

“Because I’m trying to focus!” you argue. “This project matters—”

“I matter too!” he says, louder now.

The words hang between you.

You swallow. “I never said you didn’t.”

“You didn’t have to.”

There’s a long silence.

Then, quieter—“You used to.”

Your chest tightens.

“…Things were easier then.”

“Why?” he asks. “Because we didn’t care as much?”

You don’t answer.

And that’s answer enough.

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A few days later, you’re sitting on the steps outside, alone this time.

Your headphones are in, but the music’s barely registering.

You don’t even notice Walker until he’s already there.

“You’re listening to it again.”

You glance up.

“…Yeah.”

He nods, sitting a few steps below you.

For a while, neither of you speak.

Then—

“Do you ever feel like that song?” you ask.

Walker lets out a quiet breath. “All the time.”

“Like something’s already broken,” you continue, “and you’re just… waiting for it to fall apart completely.”

“Yeah,” he says softly.

You look at him.

“I don’t know how to fix it.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think you can.”

Your throat tightens. “So that’s it?”

“I don’t want it to be,” he says quickly. “But I don’t know how to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”

“I’m not pretending,” you whisper.

“Then what are you doing?” he asks, almost pleading now.

You hesitate.

“…I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of losing this,” you admit. “The role. The opportunity. Everything I’ve worked for.”

“And me?” he asks quietly.

You don’t answer right away.

“…I didn’t think I had to choose.”

His jaw tightens slightly. “It feels like you already did.”

“That’s not fair,” you say.

“Neither is this,” he replies.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

The silence that follows is heavier than any argument.

Finally, he stands.

“I think… we need some space.”

Your heart drops. “Walker—”

“I’m not saying it’s over,” he says quickly. “I just—can’t keep doing this like we are right now.”

You nod slowly, even though it feels like everything inside you is cracking.

“Okay.”

He hesitates, like he wants to say more.

But he doesn’t.

“…Okay,” he repeats.

Then he walks away.

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The next day on set, everything looks the same.

Same lights.

Same marks.

Same lines.

But when you stand across from him, waiting for the director to call action—

It feels like something already ended.

“Ready?” the director asks.

You nod.

Walker nods.

“Action.”

You step forward, delivering your line perfectly.

So does he.

Flawless.

Professional.

Convincing.

And completely hollow.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Later, alone in your trailer, you sit in silence.

Your phone lights up.

A message from Walker.

You stare at it for a long time before opening it.

“I meant what I said. I just… need time.”

Your fingers hover over the screen.

Then you type—

“I know.”

You hesitate.

Then add—

“Me too.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Outside, everything keeps moving.

But somewhere in between the lines, the looks, the silence—

something has already started to fall apart.

And neither of you knows if it’s too late to stop it.

From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“I’d Take Your Place pt. 2”

Percy Jackson x Reader

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

The moment you’re allowed to leave the infirmary, Percy becomes a problem.

A very sweet problem.

But still a problem.

“Percy.”

“Yes?”

“I can walk.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you holding my arm like I’m a fragile antique vase?”

Percy tightens his grip slightly as you both walk down the path toward the dining pavilion.

“Because last time I let go of you for five seconds, you got stabbed by a drakon.”

You sigh.

“That was not my fault.”

Percy stops walking and turns to you.

“YOU JUMPED IN FRONT OF IT.”

“It was about to kill you!”

“Exactly!”

You throw your hands up.

“See?!”

“That proves my point!”

“No it doesn’t!”

Percy rubs his face.

“Yes it does.”

You cross your arms.

“Percy Jackson, I have fought monsters for years.”

“And now you can fight them from slightly farther away from me.”

You stare at him.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being careful.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“I’m being in love with you!”

The words come out louder than he intended.

Both of you freeze.

A satyr walking past nearly drops his tray.

You blink.

“…you said that very casually.”

Percy immediately turns red.

“Well— I mean— you already know that—”

“I do.”

“And you said it back.”

“I did.”

“So technically we’re both aware.”

“Yes.”

Percy nods awkwardly.

“Cool.”

You stare at him for another second.

Then you burst out laughing.

Percy groans.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“You just yelled ‘I’m in love with you’ in the middle of the path.”

“I was making a point!”

“You were panicking!”

“I was being passionate!”

You grab his hand.

“You’re adorable.”

Percy blinks.

“…I was aiming for intimidating.”

“You failed.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Later that night, you’re sitting at the Poseidon table with Percy when Annabeth appears.

She studies Percy carefully.

Then she smirks.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Percy narrows his eyes.

“What?”

Annabeth sits down across from you both.

“So,” she says casually, “I heard something interesting.”

Percy immediately looks suspicious.

“…what did you hear?”

Annabeth takes a bite of her food.

“That you cried.”

Percy freezes.

“I did not cry.”

Annabeth raises an eyebrow.

“Will told me you were sobbing.”

“I was not sobbing.”

“He said you refused to leave the infirmary for three days.”

Percy points at you.

“She was unconscious!”

Annabeth looks at you.

“Did he also hold your hand the entire time?”

You try not to smile.

“…maybe.”

Annabeth grins like she’s just won a game.

“Percy Jackson, seaweed brain, the fearless hero of Olympus, crying over his girlfriend.”

Percy slumps.

“Please stop saying it like that.”

“Oh I’m never stopping.”

You laugh.

Annabeth leans closer to Percy.

“You love her that much, huh?”

Percy doesn’t even hesitate.

“Yes.”

Annabeth’s teasing expression softens slightly.

“Good.”

Percy blinks.

“…good?”

She shrugs.

“You’re less stupid when you care about someone.”

“That’s… the nicest insult you’ve ever given me.”

“You’re welcome.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Later that evening, Percy walks you back to your cabin.

You stop outside the door.

“You know,” you say slowly, “you’re still hovering.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“You’ve been within three feet of me all day.”

“That’s a normal distance.”

“For a bodyguard.”

Percy sighs.

“I just—”

He stops himself.

You step closer.

“Percy.”

He runs a hand through his hair.

“When you weren’t waking up… I thought I lost you.”

Your chest tightens.

“And it scared me.”

You gently take his hand.

“I’m still here.”

“I know.”

“But you’re acting like I’ll disappear.”

Percy shakes his head.

“I just don’t ever want to see you like that again.”

You squeeze his hand.

“You won’t.”

“How do you know?”

You smile softly.

“Because now I have Percy Jackson watching me like an overprotective hawk.”

He huffs a laugh.

“Fair point.”

You lean forward and kiss his cheek.

Percy freezes.

“…wow.”

“What?”

“I really like when you do that.”

You laugh.

“Good.”

He pulls you into a hug.

And this time it’s calmer.

Not desperate.

Not scared.

Just warm.

Percy presses his chin on your head.

“You know something?” he murmurs.

“What?”

“If anything ever tries to hurt you again…”

You look up at him.

“What?”

His eyes are serious.

“They’ll have to go through me first.”

You smile.

“They already do.”

Percy grins.

“Yeah.”

Then he kisses your forehead.

“And they always lose.”

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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“I’d Take Your Place”

Percy Jackson x Reader

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

The room smells faintly of nectar and antiseptic.

It’s quiet in the Camp Half-Blood infirmary, the late afternoon sun stretching across the wooden floor.

And Percy Jackson hasn’t moved in three days.

Will Solace leans against the doorway, arms crossed.

“Percy,” he says gently, “you need to eat.”

Percy doesn’t look up.

“I’m fine.”

“You’ve been sitting there since we brought her in.”

“I know.”

“You haven’t slept.”

Percy tightens his grip on your hand.

“I’m not leaving.”

Will sighs. “She’s stable.”

Percy’s voice comes out rough.

“She wasn’t.”

Will hesitates.

Percy finally looks up, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess.

“I told her to go left,” Percy mutters. “The monster followed me, and I thought— I thought she’d be safe.”

Will walks closer.

“That drakon would’ve killed you if she hadn’t stepped in.”

Percy swallows hard.

“Yeah.”

Silence stretches.

Then Percy whispers,

“It should’ve been me.”

Will immediately shakes his head.

“Percy—”

“It should’ve been me,” Percy repeats, voice breaking. “She jumped in front of it.”

Will rests a hand on Percy’s shoulder.

“She saved you.”

Percy looks back at you lying in the bed.

Your face is pale. A bandage wraps around your ribs. You haven’t moved in days.

And Percy feels like he’s drowning.

“I never even told her,” he murmurs.

Will frowns. “Told her what?”

Percy laughs weakly.

“That I love her.”

Will goes quiet.

Percy looks back at you, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I thought I had time.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Night falls.

The infirmary is dark except for a small lamp beside your bed.

Percy still hasn’t moved.

His forehead rests against your hand.

At first it’s quiet.

Then his shoulders start shaking.

“Gods…” he whispers.

His voice cracks.

“Please wake up.”

A tear slips down his face, landing on your fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Percy chokes. “I’m so sorry.”

He presses your hand to his forehead.

“I should’ve protected you.”

Another tear.

“You always protect me,” he whispers.

His voice is raw now.

“I hate that you got hurt because of me.”

He squeezes your hand like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“I’d trade places with you in a second. You know that, right?”

His breathing stutters.

“I’d die for you. I wouldn’t even think about it.”

The words spill out, desperate.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if I lose you—”

His voice completely breaks.

“I can’t.”

He shakes his head, tears falling freely now.

“I can’t lose you.”

He presses his forehead against the bed beside you.

“Please come back.”

His voice is barely a whisper.

“I love you.”

Silence fills the room.

Then—

Your fingers twitch.

Percy freezes.

“…what?”

Your hand moves weakly in his.

His head snaps up.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes flutter open slowly.

The light makes you squint.

Your voice is hoarse.

“…Percy?”

For a moment Percy just stares at you like he’s seeing a ghost.

Then he suddenly stands so fast the chair crashes behind him.

“Oh my gods—”

He grabs your hand again, almost laughing and crying at the same time.

“You’re awake.”

You blink sleepily.

“Why are you crying?”

Percy wipes his face quickly.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m really not.”

“You definitely are.”

Percy lets out a shaky laugh.

“Okay, maybe a little.”

You look at him more closely.

His eyes are red.

“Percy,” you whisper, worried, “how long have I been asleep?”

“Three days.”

Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Three—”

He squeezes your hand.

“You scared the life out of me.”

Your voice softens.

“Did you stay here the whole time?”

Percy hesitates.

“…maybe.”

“Percy.”

“Yes.”

“You look like you fought a war.”

“Technically I did.”

You stare at him.

“You didn’t leave?”

He shakes his head immediately.

“Not a chance.”

“Why?”

Percy looks at you like the answer is obvious.

“Because you might wake up.”

“And?”

“And I wanted to be here when you did.”

Your chest tightens.

You remember something faint.

“…Percy?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I heard you.”

He freezes.

“When?”

“Just now. Before I woke up.”

His face turns red instantly.

“Oh no.”

“You were saying something.”

Percy immediately looks anywhere but your face.

“I was emotional.”

“You said you loved me.”

Percy covers his face with both hands.

“Okay, in my defense, I thought you were unconscious forever.”

You smile weakly.

“So you meant it?”

Percy lowers his hands slowly.

His expression is suddenly very serious.

“Yeah.”

He sits beside the bed again, gently holding your hand.

“I meant every word.”

Your heart starts beating faster.

Percy takes a shaky breath.

“When that drakon hit you… I thought you died.”

His voice cracks slightly.

“And I realized something.”

“What?”

He squeezes your hand.

“That I never want a world without you in it.”

Your eyes sting.

“Percy…”

“I’d die for you,” he says quietly. “I mean it.”

You shake your head.

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

“I don’t want you dying for me.”

Percy leans closer.

“Then I’ll live for you.”

Your breath catches.

“But I swear,” he continues, voice fierce now, “I will never let you get hurt like that again.”

You raise an eyebrow weakly.

“You fight monsters every week.”

“I’ll fight harder.”

You smile softly.

“You’re impossible.”

Percy shrugs.

“But you love me.”

You pause.

Then squeeze his hand.

“…yeah.”

Percy’s entire face lights up.

“Wait— really?”

“Percy Jackson, you cried over me for three days.”

“Two and a half.”

“Three.”

“Fine.”

You smile.

“How could I not?”

For a moment Percy just stares at you like you’re the most important thing in the world.

Then he gently presses his forehead against yours.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” he whispers.

You grin.

“No promises.”

Percy groans.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You squeeze his hand.

“Not if I can help it.”

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From me, to you.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

“Falling for You in Flashbulbs”

Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

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The first time you met Walker Scobell, it was during a camera test.

You were both standing under bright studio lights while a crew member adjusted a lens.

Walker looked over at you, squinting slightly.

“Okay, serious question,” he said.

You turned to him. “That sounds dangerous already.”

“Do you also feel like a rotisserie chicken under these lights?”

You burst out laughing.

The cameraman sighed dramatically. “Please don’t make the actress laugh.”

Walker held up his hands.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything.”

“You absolutely did,” you said, still laughing.

Walker grinned.

And just like that, something clicked.

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Flashbulbs exploded around you.

People shouted your names.

“Walker! Over here!”

“Y/N! This way!”

You tried to keep your smile steady as you posed for photos, but then you glanced to your right.

Walker was already looking at you.

He mouthed dramatically, “Help me.”

You snorted.

A photographer shouted, “Look here!”

Walker leaned closer and whispered, “I swear they’re multiplying.”

“The cameras?”

“The people.”

You nudged him.

“You’re the famous one.”

Walker scoffed. “You literally have more lines than me in the movie.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

Before another photographer could interrupt, Walker gently reached for your hand to guide you further down the carpet.

For a split second the world felt quieter.

Then the crowd noticed.

“Walker! Are you two together?”

You both froze.

Walker looked at you, eyebrows raised.

You shrugged innocently.

He turned back to the cameras.

“We’re just surviving the red carpet together.”

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You were sitting side by side on a couch while a reporter smiled at you both.

“So,” she said, “what was your favorite part about filming together?”

Walker answered immediately.

“Her.”

You turned to him.

“…You’re so dramatic.”

He pointed at you. “See? This is what I dealt with the entire shoot.”

The interviewer laughed.

“What do you mean?”

Walker leaned forward like he was about to expose a huge secret.

“She makes everything feel like a movie.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“I’m serious,” he continued. “Like we’ll just be walking to set and she’ll be like—”

He suddenly mimicked your voice.

“‘Wait, look at the sky! The clouds look like a painting.’”

You covered your face.

“Oh my god.”

“And then suddenly,” Walker continued, “I’m staring at clouds for ten minutes like a guy in a coming-of-age film.”

The interviewer smiled.

“That sounds pretty romantic.”

Walker glanced at you.

Your eyes met for half a second.

Then he said quietly,

“…Yeah. It kind of is.”

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You were doing separate interviews across the press room.

Someone asked you,

“What’s Walker like to work with?”

You smiled instantly.

“Oh, he’s the worst.”

The interviewer laughed. “The worst?”

“Yeah,” you said, pretending to think. “He steals snacks, distracts everyone on set, and makes terrible jokes.”

Across the room, Walker was being asked the same question about you.

He leaned into the microphone.

“She’s the best person I’ve ever worked with.”

The reporter blinked.

“That was fast.”

Walker shrugged.

“She just makes everything fun. Like… even boring stuff feels important when she’s around.”

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Later that evening you found yourselves standing together again.

Music was playing softly inside the theatre.

Walker nudged your shoulder.

“Remember when I almost fell over that cable the first day?”

“Yes,” you said. “Your greatest acting role.”

“Hey.”

You laughed.

He looked at you for a moment.

Not joking now.

“You know something weird?” he said.

“What?”

“I feel like I keep meeting you for the first time.”

You frowned slightly.

“That makes no sense.”

“No, listen,” he said. “Like… every interview, every premiere, every day on set…”

He smiled softly.

“I fall for you again.”

Your heart did something stupid.

“You’re really saying this while cameras are five feet away.”

Walker glanced around.

“…Okay, fair point.”

You stepped a little closer anyway.

“Walker?”

“Yeah?”

You smiled.

“I think I keep falling for you too.”

Walker blinked.

Then he grinned like an idiot.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“I finally said something smooth.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t get used to it.”

He held out his hand.

“Come on.”

“Where?”

“The movie’s about to start.”

You slipped your hand into his.

Walker squeezed it gently.

“Also,” he added.

“Yeah?”

“If anyone asks, we’re still just surviving the red carpet together.”

You laughed.

“Sure we are.”

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