Caspian

⚜️They/Them🗡️

[caspian-16]

Beautiful Mornings, Percy Jackson x reader

The sound of birds and windchimes filled the cabin. The sun casted a golden glow over everything inside. The feeling of Percy’s hands tracing your spine woke you up from your sleep. His smile grew and his seafoam green eyes glowed upon noticing you awake.

“Morning” his deep morning voice was like honey to your ears. You reached up to card your fingers through his black curly hair, paying special attention to the white streak at the front. Percy leaned into your hand, loving the affection. 

“You know, we have the whole day to ourselves.” You moved your body so it was lying on his, fingers still in his curls and hand on his cheek, basking in the scent of an ocean breeze and blue cookie

“Do not tempt me when you look this beautiful.” You giggle before kissing him, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in deeper. 

“Oh, how about we have a shower then I make your favorite chocolate chip pancakes with blue syrup.” His eyes lit up at the idea.

“You’re an angel, but I get to shower with you.” He suddenly lifts you up and out of bed. Your legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck. Percy rests his head on your shoulder, careful not to trip on the shark blanket on the floor. 

The shower was divine, and after a few explicit activities, the two of you ended up in the kitchen. You stirred the pancake mixture and poured a bit into the pan. Percy was standing behind you, arms around your waist, watching over your head. 

“You know, I can help?” You flipped the pancake over and watched it cook.

“Last time you tried to cook something you almost burned the camp down, so you just stand here and look pretty.” His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you further into him.

“You think I’m pretty?” You turned and looked back at his smiling face. You placed a kiss on his jaw and replied.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Once the food was all plated up and Percy practically drowned his pancakes in blue syrup, you sat down to dig in at a bench facing the lake.

“I don’t know how you and mom make such amazing food.” His plate was almost half gone, almost moaning at the heavenly taste.

“Your mum says it’s because you can taste the love we put in our food. That's why she gave me her cookie recipe.”

“I think my mom likes you more than me.” You let out a laugh before taking another bite. 

“I love you.” You look up to see Percy dreamily staring at you. 

“There’s no need to get so mushy seaweed brain.” You grab his hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles. “I love you too.”

[fanficsfromyesteryear]

this has probably already been said before but may i present to u-

[caspian-16]

He would be the perfect Percy!

[shisasan]

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: August 12. Didn’t sleep at all. Lay three hours in the afternoon on the sofa, sleepless and apathetic; the same at night. But it mustn’t thwart me. END ID]

[rottngdeer-deactivated20250101]

❣︎ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴

[writeunderthestars]

Neil Perry is alive. Always has been. He didn't come home to his parents. He came back home to Mr. Keating and his friends, his home.

[solemnlyancient]

authors in dark academia

oscar wilde - fast beating hearts, red wine left out overnight, victorian shirts, a crisp autumn breeze, holding hands with someone you shouldn’t, a painter staring at a blank canvas, brown coats, meticulously done hair, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, gold rings

mary shelley - billowing curtains, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, earl grey tea, old anatomy books, losing a loved one too soon, purple bruises, a red velvet dress, a calcified heart, half written love letters, fountain pens, moss covered gravestones

fyodor dostoevsky - leather bound books, dust covered homes, pawn shops, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, thrifted classics, an empty hallway, a spoonful of sugar, rushed handwriting, stale vodka, an old hat, pebbles from a driveway

bram stoker - dried blood on a white shirt, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, an old record playing on repeat, gothic churches, pining over poets, a scraped knee, pomegranate seeds, tobacco incense, a forgotten supper, hands stripped from over-washing, a tattered portrait of an unknown man

[hyunjinlifeu]

Felix: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a Windows screen saver.

Felix: When it hits the exact corner I form one coherent thought

[folkstellar]

#relatable