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I desperately want to write but nothing comes out when I try :(

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lighting the fuse might result in a bang

pairing: frat!luke castellan x reader summary: Silena thinks you need to start blowing off some steam. You think you just need a fresh victory and Luke Castellan is the perfect opponent. word count: 5.3k warnings: smoking, drinking, usual college party stuff.

author's note: brought to you by my personal deep dark history with boys in hats. also i haven't gotten drunk in like 4/5 years so i don't remember what it's like so this was interesting. also i don't know anything about frats OR smoking. have the most fun <3

When Silena mentions a party you could go to, you jump at the offer, brain fuzzing at the edges where you’ve been locked in on flashcards all afternoon. It’s something you’ve started to navigate better this year, remembering to have fun after a year of non-stop focus. Silena makes it easier - a social butterfly with no qualms about dragging you out of the library when she thinks you’re pushing yourself too hard - and there’s no harm in listening to her without protest sometimes. 

“Do you even know who’s throwing this one?” You ask as she’s leading you through campus, rubbing at your arms to fight the fall chill. “I do not want a repeat of March.” 

“Have some faith in me. I’ve started vetting my sources.” 

Both of you shiver, the memory of a night spent outside the Stolls’ cramped dorm still haunting you six months later. You’re not overly familiar with this side of campus, turning away from the usual halls and towards the sorority housing, but Silena walks the path with ease, arm looped through yours.

The walk seems to have cleared your head, the music as you approach shaking off the last of the static. You’ve been here before, borrowing notes from a teammate, but it’s different like this, all pumping bass and cheers from the kitchen. Clarisse waves at you from across the room, beer in hand, and you mutter to Silena that you’re going to grab a drink. She nods, making a beeline for Drew Tanaka. You assume that’s who the invitation came from originally.

There’s a different energy to the kitchen, not quieter by any means but less noisy. Less concentrated, maybe, with twenty different conversations happening at once and nothing you have to pay attention to. Most people you don’t recognise, a group from your first year stats class huddled together near the sink, and the Stolls off to the side pointing at every new person they see. 

Mixing your drink is an easy fix, the kitchen island covered in more choices than you’ve seen in a while, and you savor the first few sips. Between class and swimming, you’ve barely drank since the semester began and the burn of vodka isn’t as numbed as you wish it was. Still, a drink is a drink so you refill it before returning to the thick of the party. 

Clarisse takes it upon herself to drag you away from the conversation you end up trapped in with Lee Fletcher, quite literally taking hold of your elbow. You mutter an apology, however disingenuous, rolling your eyes in mock exasperation as he smiles grimly. 

“I have no idea how you talk to that lot,” she says when you’re far enough away. “They’re all boring.” 

“Lee’s great. He always lends me notes from the lectures I miss.”

She laughs, pushing you into another room. “He’s trying to swindle a date out of you and you’re using him for lecture notes.” 

You shrug. There’s nothing wrong with Lee, except that Clarisse is a little right when she says most of your classmates are boring. It’s probably not intentional, and they definitely don’t realize it, but there’s this way they carry themselves around campus - half-nervous and half-haughty. It’s not a great combination and it’s why you gravitate towards the people Silena meets. 

“We were wondering when we were going to see you next,” Chris says as he throws an arm over Clarisse’s shoulder. You still don’t quite know the story there, how Chris Rodriguez managed to sweet talk your stoic teammate. One day, you’ll find out - a drunken vow you made with Silena on your dorm room floor when Clarisse mentioned a boyfriend - but you’re content to let them enjoy their romance in peace for now. “Almost thought you’d succumbed to the dark side.”

“You’re not getting rid of me yet.”

“And thank god,” he knocks his cup against yours before gesturing to the far corner of the room. “Because we need someone to kick Castellan’s ass at beer pong.” 

“Whose?”

Turns out, Luke Castellan is the newest brother to ksig. There’s not much to know about Chris’ fraternity in your eyes, just the basics of all frats, and you know from last year that there’s always bound to be a hotshot that needs someone to pump the brakes on their ego. Usually, they’re on the younger side, with more money than sense and they don’t expect anything from your approach. Luke Castellan isn’t quite that, but he’s not far from it either.

While Chris talks to the boy who was about to play, you take the opportunity to size up your opponent. It comes naturally, a part of constantly competing, and it comes in handy in moments like this, when the element of surprise is a key factor to the situation going ahead. 

Fitted jeans, branded polo and a stupid snapback cap worn backwards to show how cool he is. Nothing you haven’t seen before, really, except there’s this focused glint in his eyes with each plastic ball he throws like he has to prove his worth here. It’s a simple practice, unnecessary for a silly party game, but there’s this serious set to strong shoulders that you’re curious about.

The same way you want to know about Clarisse’s relationship, you want to know what makes Luke Castellan, whoever he is, tick. 

“Are you trying to get alcohol poisoning, Rodriguez?” 

“I’m not playing you, Luke,” Chris says and you watch closely as the other boy tilts his head slightly to the left. “I just had to go and get the current undefeated champion on campus.”

There’s this moment that happens every time you play - those awkward seconds where everyone looks completely past you to anyone else, anyone more noticeable. You count on it, occasionally, so it takes you a moment to process the way Luke’s gaze slides to you, drinks you in before he nods towards the other end of the table. 

Chris mutters a quiet “you got this,” as you brush past him, handing him your drink. You’re not delusional enough to think you can get away with mixing your drinks this early in the game. 

It takes two of Luke’s shots for you to land your first, his last hour of playing an advantage you accounted for. He’s not getting sloppy, not in the slightest, but he’s at the point where he’s a little worse for wear - a tired arm and hazy mind - and you take the chance you have at a false sense of security, taking your losses on the chin before playing the game to win. 

Within seven shots between you, you can see Luke start to get restless. How he reevaluates the table in front of him, his three empty cups to your four. Part of you really wants to knock that hat off his head, as if it’ll give you more of an insight into his mind. Instead, you wait for what you know is coming, a slight miscalculation that has the plastic ball rolling off the table to land at someone’s feet. 

Chris hands you a fresh one and you take in the way Luke swallows, jaw clenching as you line up your next shot. Whether he knows it or not, you’ve just been handed your win.

Clarisse cheers, handing you one of the cups from in front of you as everyone yells. You both chug what’s left of them, the bitter taste of cheap beer drowned out by victory, and as soon as that’s done, she throws herself back into Chris’ arms. Laughing, you turn around to find another drink, only to be met by Luke standing beside you.

“Are you about to be a sore loser?” 

He chuckles and it’s different like this. His eyes are brown, which you didn’t know five minutes ago, and his hair is dark from the little wisps of it you can see peeking out underneath his hat. You consider telling him that the hat makes him look lame, but then he’s leaning down to whisper anyway. “I expect a rematch.” 

It’s quiet and heavy and you wonder if anyone can tell that your blood feels like it’s on fire. It’s nothing, really, and it takes more effort than you want to respond. 

“Then expect to lose.”

The only saving grace to the exchange is that Luke looks a whole lot more affected by it, a blush crawling up his neck as you take the drink nearest to you and leave to find your roommate once more. 

*

Losing never used to get to you. Not like this, at least, where everything sort of feels like a precipice and you’re waiting for the next loss to fall on your shoulders alone. It was meant to be an easy game, a warm-up, for when the season started in earnest and you couldn’t afford to be incohesive. There’s always a learning curve, new starters and new competition, but in no world should it have caused this. 

Silena tells you to let it go, throwing yet another outfit on her bed as she gets ready. When you saw her at lunch, Clarisse told you to just push harder during practice. Sometimes you’re not even sure how you can be friends with both of them, how they can be friends with each other either. Unfortunately, it becomes very clear when Clarisse knocks on the door that night. 

“Why aren’t you ready?” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

She tuts at you, digging through the pile of clothing on Silena’s bed before throwing a dress at you. “Get dressed.” 

“You can’t make me,” you protest, the black fabric scrunching in your fist. You’ve borrowed it before, for a party last year you don’t remember very well, and you don’t even want to consider why it’s the one Clarisse selected. You turn to your roommate, looking for backup, only to find her with a pair of your shoes in her hands. “Are you seriously going to make me?” 

In unison, they raise a singular eyebrow each and it’s unsettling enough that you let go of all will to fight them. Today may as well just be full of losses that you can mourn tomorrow.

It’s only when you arrive at the party that you realize you have no idea who’s throwing it. Or who’s going to be there. Distantly, you really hope it’s a stranger Silena met on her way around campus - full of people you’ve ever met and will never see again. You could find someone nice enough to blow off some steam with before going on your merry way. 

When Clarisse yells at her boyfriend, you let out a huff as both he and Luke Castellan turn around. 

Since your first meeting, you’ve learned a few more things about Luke. He’s from Connecticut. He was responsible for half of Drew’s sorority coming down with the flu during freshers week. He’s in pre-med. He’s the reason Professor Chase introduced a ban on energy drinks in his lectures (one hundred students simultaneously opening a can of Redbull each was, apparently, mildly disconcerting). Most importantly, he’s always wearing that stupid cap. 

You try to equate the things you know with the Luke standing in front of you. Some of it makes perfect sense - Professor Chase and Connecticut - and some of it unsettles you, but it’s all true. Freshers and pre-med and track meets. Focusing on the distracted way he taps on his beer bottle instead of Clarisse greeting Chris, you kind of want to find out a whole lot more. 

“Fancy a rematch?” 

It’s the first thing he’s said to you all night, twisting the cap off a fresh beer before handing it to you. Then doing the same with his own. You pretend not to notice the movement of it, the few short seconds where you can get away with staring at the shine of silver rings in low light. Taking a sip, you crinkle your nose. 

“I’m not really in the mood,” you mutter and, at the very least, the beer is cold and you chug half of it before you even notice you’ve done it. “Don’t you have someone else you can bother?” 

There’s seconds before you notice it, how his eyes shift from slightly curious to intense. They don’t change much but standing in front of him, you can tell when they go from relaxed to focused. How his back straightens and shoulders roll back just so. You should go and find something stronger to drink. Maybe even see if Lee Fletcher is nearby.

You stay put.

“It’s just a bit of friendly competition,” Luke shrugs, unknowing of how it echoes in your skull. How that’s all today was ever meant to be. Leave it to him to dig the knife in again just as the tightness in your chest was starting to ease. “But I guess you just can’t handle it.” 

“I’d kick your ass in a rematch. I’m doing you a favor.” 

It’s obviously the wrong thing to say, Luke’s eyes brightening as the words push past your lips. The beer you drank way too fast is forming words before you even know what they are.

“You can always choose something else for me to beat you in,” he says, like it’s an offer, something gracious that you should be grateful for. “I’m easy.” 

“How many beers have you had?” 

“Three, I think?” 

Silena would tell you it’s a stupid idea - you have a coaching session at 9am and you haven’t gotten drunk since the party where you met Luke - and she would be right. But you need a win tonight, something guaranteed, and there’s this itch that crawls under your skin the longer you stare at the boy in front of you. 

So you say it anyway. 

“I bet I could outdrink you.” 

“I’d like to see you try.”

He waits as you down two more beers in quick succession, nursing his own as you do. A clink of your bottles against one another, followed by the final sip you each take and it’s finally a competition. 

The night continues, you and Luke almost joined at the hip. It’s to keep track, you tell yourself, talking to a kid that might be in your organic chem class. If the kid looks at you weird for pouring two drinks, only to hand one to Luke in silence, that’s probably just the alcohol misreading things. Only once, when you’re deep in conversation with Lee does Luke pass you a beer, eyebrow raised when Lee gives him a glare. You think that might’ve been drink eight. 

By the time Chris finds you both again, you’ve thrown yourselves onto the couch on the outskirts of the room. Someone’s abandoned coat is thrown over your legs in a mediocre attempt to preserve some dignity in the dress you’re wearing and Luke’s hat has twisted to the side. You’re sure neither of you has drunk a sip in ten minutes.

“You guys doing okay?” 

“We’re drunk,” you say and you can’t tell if it’s a whisper or a shout. “I’m winning.” 

“You’re not winning,” Luke turns his head to glare and you blame the alcohol on the attention you pay to the slope of his nose. “Neither of us have finished these drinks.” 

“Are you going to?” 

He glances down at the cup in his hand, half empty. You can see it, the hesitation, before he places it on the floor by his feet, shaking his head. “Are you?” 

The nice thing to do would be to give up, call it a draw and appreciate that you managed to have fun despite the bad day that had preceded it. However, you like to win. So you grit your teeth before drinking the final three sips, tilting the empty cup towards him so he can see the proof. It takes you a second to remember you have to actually swallow in order to drink, but you do and Luke scrunches his nose. You kind of want to kiss it as a way to smooth the skin back out.

“That’s two wins to me, Castellan.” 

Chris shakes his head at you both. “I’m not calling either of you to make sure you’re alive in the morning.” 

*

It’s an almost unconscious action when you walk into Drew’s sorority house, how you wave Silena off in favor of scanning the crowd, searching for the one reason you agreed to show up in the first place. It takes a moment, pinks and blues and silvers all merging together in your eyeline until you spot him near the staircase, familiar black cap resting on his head. 

You’re already a little buzzed, the thrill of your final project this semester finally being handed in just hours ago, and it’s why you let yourself actually look at Luke for once. 

By this point, you’ve seen him in a polo and a flannel, always with jeans. Laidback. That’s what party Luke was. Tonight, though, it’s like he’s trying harder - baggy pants, like they’re resting a little too low on his hips, a white t-shirt, white trainers that you know are going to stain before the night ends and a slightly oversized leather jacket that doesn’t quite go with the hat you used to identify him. Maybe it’s something he does on purpose, ruining a good thing over comforting familiarity. Maybe you’ll ask him.

Luke looks up then, as if he has a sixth sense, and you kind of don’t know what to do with the slight wave he sends in your direction. You wouldn’t call him a friend, that’s for sure, but you nod in response before weaving through your classmates to the kitchen.

It takes two vodka cranberries for Silena to find you. And it takes four shots with people you’ve never met for Chris to ask if you’ve seen Luke anywhere. You tell him where you last saw him, maybe an hour ago, and he shakes his head like he’s already checked the entire house.

“Do you think you can let him know I’m heading out?” Chris asks, one arm looped around Clarisse’s waist, more for support than anything else. She was already unsteady when you arrived and you know by the flush in her cheeks that it’ll only take a couple more drinks for her to start throwing up. You nod at Chris, cradling your drink to your chest, and he mumbles a thanks while steering his girlfriend towards the door.

With both of them gone, it leaves you with little to do except go hunting for Luke. So that’s what you do, waving Lee off as he attempts to grab your attention from the couch. 

Focusing is a lot harder now, squinting over everyone’s heads in search of that damn hat. Nothing. You know he’s not in the kitchen, that’s definite, and you learn that he’s not in the garden either, Katie from your anatomy class staring at you bewildered as you explain your quest. 

There’s only one place left to check for Luke and you consider if it’ll be a worthwhile risk. It’s entirely possible that he’s already left, whoever he was locked in conversation with earlier with him maybe, and you’re searching an entire sorority house on the off-chance he’s still in the building. 

But you promised Chris. More than that, you refuse to let Luke Castellan beat you.

So you commit to the staircase, pushing past the line for the restroom upstairs. It’s quieter up here, not by much, but you can hear yourself think clearer. There’s three doors on your left, all closed, and you drain the remnants of your drink so it warms your blood and erases the small part of your brain still protesting. 

There’s two yells when you knock on the first door, both hurried and pitching higher as the words fade so you move on quickly. No one answers to the second door, so you crack it open enough to see inside. It’s dark and neat and completely untouched by whatever is happening below, so you let it click shut again. 

Luke is in the third room, you learn, pressing it open when there’s no response to your knock. The room itself is still orderly, but you find the boy you’ve been searching for sitting on the floor at the base of the bed, hat turned to the side and the sleeves of his jacket bunching carelessly where they’ve been pushed higher on his forearms. 

“Chris wanted me to tell you he took Clarisse home,” you blurt when it feels like you need to say something. “He couldn’t find you so…”

Luke waits. When it becomes clear that’s all you’re here for, he says, “Well, thanks for letting me know.” 

You’ve done your job. You can go back and enjoy the party downstairs, maybe make use of the empty room next door instead of remaining awkwardly in the doorway. 

You think about how Chris mentioned that Luke can recite pi to seventeen places while drunk. How you’re still beating him by two points. How there’s an ashtray on the floor beside Luke’s knee and it’s sort of considerate of him to use one when no one else would.

“Mind if I join you?” 

Being in an empty bedroom with a guy at a party isn’t unusual. You’ve had your fair share of them, rushed and quiet and mostly on a bed. Sitting on the floor with Luke is different, you find, a gravity to it than you can’t quite wrap your head around after so many drinks. It’s slow and languid and you don’t really say much of anything as your knee bumps against his thigh in an effort to get comfortable in the space.

No one told you Luke smokes. 

You tell him as much.

“It’s a bad habit,” he shakes his head, twisting a cigarette between his fingers and you both act like you’re not paying rapt attention to it. “I try to avoid making it one.” 

“I used to. Back in high school. Gave it up when I got accepted here.” 

He turns to face you then, head tilted so the visor of his slanted hat brushes his shoulder. “I would never have guessed you were a smoker.” 

It’s not said with judgment, just as an observation from the limited interactions you’ve had since the semester began. The focus in Luke’s gaze crawls up your spine and mingles with the alcohol you’ve yet to flush from your system. 

“You ever blown a smoke ring?” 

If you’re not challenging him, you don’t quite know what to make of Luke. It’s the thing you know most about him, the way his face shifts from victory into loss. The way it matches yours, stretches from his eyes to his jaw and into clenched hands. If you’re not challenging him, you can’t read him - you want to be able to read him in the low light of right now. 

“I bet I’m better at it than you,” you say after he answers. A short laugh escapes him, almost a huff, and it raises the skin on your arms when it meets the top of your ear. “Wanna see?” 

“I’ve only got one.” He waves the cigarette he’s been holding in front of your eyes. 

“We can share.” 

It’s a bad, terrible, absolutely stupid idea. 

“You’re on, Castellan.” 

As he lights the end of it, you wonder if he knows what the brief flame does for his cheekbones, for his jawline. Paints them in small, defined shadows that you might still see if you close your eyes. You almost want to mention it to him. You settle for watching his lips settle around it, the sinking of his cheeks on the inhale and the noise as he exhales. There’s an almost complete ring of smoke in the air.

Luke hands you the cigarette and you repeat his motions, a little quicker. A little smoother. The ring that leaves your lips is full, but less circular. 

Both of you pretend not to notice the other one staring.

You agree to best of three. You agree and you win by the tiniest margin and you hand Luke the little that remains as a consolation prize. He indulges in the last few drags and you watch him do it, looking nothing like the pre-med student you know he is. You think he could be dangerous like this, based on the way your stomach twists as he puts the cigarette out, how his head tilts back and the final wisps of smoke escape his mouth.

You aren’t as drunk anymore. 

You really wish you were.

It takes Luke a second to notice that you’ve moved at all, eyes still closed but he does, and the run of his gaze across your face is enough for you to seize the last of the alcohol in your bloodstream, pushing forward so you’re actually face to face with him, knees digging into the rough carpet beneath you. 

“Can I help you?” It’s low and a little ragged and this is the first time you’ve really noticed the thin, pale scar that stretches down the skin of his right cheek. It’s actually a little insane how pretty he is up close. 

“I think I want a little more than the glory of winning this time,” and half of your whisper is lost to Luke Castellan’s lips but it’s not that important anyway.

What is important is the warmth of his hand through your shirt, pressed into the skin that exposes itself as you shift even closer. It’s the slightly rough texture of his jaw underneath your palm, the way his breath hitches in tandem with yours and you both push through it anyway. It’s the unexpected catch of your finger on his cap and the way you give up on it entirely, finally snatching it off his head so it lands somewhere nearby. 

You’re not sure what you expected Luke’s hair to look like. Horrible, probably, with odd patches that lie weirdly flat and should be covered from view. It’s not this, wild dark curls that deserve to be seen. 

“You have curly hair?” You say it before you can think not to, so caught up in the discovery you’ve just made, and Luke squints at you, unsure. “I can’t believe you have curly hair.” 

He’s preparing a smart-ass comment, you know it by the way his teeth dig into his bottom lip, and that’s really just not going to work this time - not when he’s been lying for months behind a hat. So you do what any sane person would, twist your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck and trail your lips across his jaw like you’ll die if you don’t.

His hand hooks underneath your thigh and, when you bracket his waist between your legs, cool leather brushing against your knees, you think this might be the best victory you’ve experienced yet.

*

Silena knows something is up when you refuse to speak to her about the party. There’s few secrets you’ve kept from each other since meeting, and even less since Clarisse got involved. It’s pointless to try, mostly, since they all spill out of you when the lights go out and you’re left with each other's company. You almost forgot how annoying she could be when she’s pushing for information.

“Don’t think I’m going to tell you either,” you say when Clarisse joins you in the library a week after the party. “I am a fortress of secrets.” 

“I know you hooked up with Luke.” 

“Seriously?” 

She rolls her eyes, passing you the book you’d asked her for during practice last night. “Calm down. Chris told me. I’m down ten bucks now.” 

“You bet on it?”

“Of course we did, it’s our brand.” 

“I’m not telling Silena,” you whisper again, frowning at your notes. You wonder if Clarisse is aware you haven’t actually spoken to Luke since that night. “She’ll make it a big deal for nothing.” 

“I won’t tell but you should probably figure out what happens next. There’s a party at ksig tomorrow night before everyone goes home for the holidays.” You tap your pen against the textbook. Clarisse pushes a slip of paper towards you. Someone’s phone buzzes to your left. “Think about it.”

When she’s long gone, you grab the paper she left from the table. It’s wrinkled and you smooth it as best you can beneath your fingertips. Blue ink, messily scrawled, and you commit it to memory. Closing your textbook, you leave it pressed between chapters seven and eight. 

The party is loud, louder than you’re prepared for after flaking out on so many since your first one last year. Silena brushes past you once you arrive, shoving your shoulder just enough that it twinges and you frown. You didn’t speak a word on the way here and the silent treatment is starting to drive a little crazy. 

It feels silly now, in a place so crowded, and you breathe deeply. Someone points you in the direction of the kitchen after multiple attempts at asking and you miss the light chaos of throwing up outside the Stolls’ dorm with your best friend. 

You grab a beer, using the table edge to pop the cap off, and it helps to ease the tightness in your chest at how unfamiliar this all is. You’re not sure you could even find the restroom, let alone a singular person.

Pushing back into the bulk of the party, you vow to leave if you don’t find him before you finish your beer. There’s a project you have to start looking into for next semester that could be a good use of time tonight. 

If anyone tried to convince you that most of campus was here, you’d be willing to believe them. A drink raised in Lee’s direction, a nod to Ethan from last years’ stats class, a half-hearted smile at Rachel, who raises an eyebrow at you like she knows something no one else does. 

And maybe she does, because you turn away from her to find Luke just feet away, gesturing animatedly to the guy next to him. There’s a beer in his hand and a hat on his head and his phone number so deeply etched in your mind since last night that you hardly think about it until you’re standing next to him again, drink placed on a table somewhere along the way.

“Hi,” he smiles and his scar shifts with it. He turns to the guy from before. “We’ll catch up later, man.”

“Have I ever told you that I hate that fucking hat?” 

“I sort of got that when you threw it across the room.” His lips wrap around the rim of his bottle and you think you can be normal about it, go back to the way things were, until he smirks just slightly and you know you can’t. 

“You’re such a sore loser, Castellan,” you mutter as you push yourself up to snatch it from his head. He doesn’t comment, lets your fingers brush through his curls until they’re a complete mess instead of compacted. He glances down at the cap in your hand and mutters, “And what is your genius plan for my hat?”

It’s a really fucking good question. Short of getting it off his head, you didn’t know what you were going to do. It’s one thing to throw it across an empty room in the dark, another thing entirely to abandon it to a frat party. So you choose the next best thing - placing it on your own head and daring him to question it. 

“I guess that can work,” Luke says and it sounds like a promise soaked in laughter. 

Neither of you find it as funny when he has to tip the visor upwards to kiss you.

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apologies for not responding to your requests, haven’t had a single week without an exam. feel free to slide into my inbox though!

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thank you for the requests!! I‘ll get to them as soon as I finished my exams!

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what times takes away

luke castellan x gn! reader angst

it’s been several years since you and luke have been broken up.

several years since you’re last felt his fingertips tracing circles on your skin. since you’ve seen him laugh, with his head thrown back and his entire face lit up. it made your stomach flutter, loving the rare moments he seemed to be free.

the autumn breeze sent shivers down your spine, as you sat at the emergency stairs of your apartment. but you didn’t want to go in, not yet. the rare quiet of the city providing you comfort for the night.

you think back to those years, trying to remember what luke smelled like. it was something metallic, like his sword. or was it more woody? pinecones maybe? something so uniquely his.

no matter how hard you raked your brain with the answer, you couldn’t pinpoint his smell. you let out a heavy breath, the cold making it visible.

it reminds you of the day luke had told you he loved you. he was grinning down at you, his nose and cheeks painfully red. you both were able to spend a winter day in new york, while you were on your way to olympus. he was wearing a blue winter jacket, paired with a scarf his mother had once knit him. he looked absolutely adorable.

as you both looked at each other intensely, a soft ‘i love you’ left his lips and you could see his breath following the words.

your heart feels heavy at the thought. however, not because remembering him hurt. no, you couldn’t remember the sound of his voice. you were starting to forget his voice.

hm.

the sound of a siren snapped you out of your head. you were suddenly aware of the shivering cold and hurried inside, immediately aiming to make a cup of tea.

you filled the kettle, set it down to heat and picked up your favourite cup, putting in the black tea bag.

after pouring the hot water into your tea, you stirred in a teaspoon of honey and topped it off with a squeeze of lemon.

with the drink your hand, you plumped down onto the couch, turning on the tv to watch something that could help your insomnia.

your entire face twists as you take a sip of the tea. why the hell did-

oh. right.

you didn’t even know you could still recall the way luke used to make his tea. black tea, honey and lemon. a combo you absolute despised and luke had laughed at the way you physically reacted to your distaste.

you put the cup down, running a hand over your face.

it’s been ages since you’ve accidentally took your tea like this. why now?

why are you able to remember this but not his voice? or his smell? would you eventually forget the way he laughed as well?

no, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

frustrated and now even more upset, you lean back against you couch and turned off the tv.

you decide then and there that this is the last time you’d hold onto him. you’ve waited years for any sign from him. anything. he could’ve given you anything and you’d have given in.

yet, there was nothing.

and that was… fine. even if that meant you had to put it behind you. let the wound close completely and hinder it from hurting.

luke castellan wasn’t coming back.

he was dead.

and you had to accept that.

a/n: but I may be back from the dead?

[moonlitstarfish]

oblivious

percy jackson x reader

mostly proof read, but not all.

“would you stop drooling on your shirt and just go talk to her?”

percy, who was previously staring at you, suddenly snaps back to reality as annabeth nudges him with her elbow next to him.

“I’m not drooling!” he said defensively, but still wiped a hand over his lips just to be sure.

annabeth dramatically rolls her eyes, having had this conversation repeatedly the last few weeks. percy huffs at her, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a stubborn child. but his eyes were already wandering over to you again, currently teaching one of the younger campers how to hold their sword correctly.

and who could blame him really? it was like he had developed a seventh sense the way his gaze automatically found its way to you. and he couldn’t look away, not like he had ever tried to, you were just too gorgeous.

and he was surely not the only one captivated by you, right? who wouldn’t fall in love with your beautiful eyes, your sweet smile, your soft lips-

“hello? earth to percy?” annabeth snaps her fingers in front of his face, trying to get his attention again.

“I- what?” he gets pulled out of his thoughts again, blinking at annabeth confused.

“did you even get anything that I said?” her stern expression making it clear that she was fed up with him.

he shamefully rubs the back of his neck, looking at her apologetically. “sorry.”

she sighs heavily, shaking her head disapprovingly. “you’re hopeless.”

she was right, of course. percy was hopeless. hopelessly in love with you, has been for years. and he for sure must have acted on his feelings eventually, right?

well, that’s where his problem starts. even though he’s pretty sure he has annoyed almost all of his friends about his feelings for you, the only one that doesn’t know about them is you.

“percy, I swear to the river of styx, if you don’t grow a pair and finally ask her out, I will do it for you.” she threatens.

and if that didn’t get a reaction out of him! he stares at her in shock, eyes wide and mouth open. “you wouldn’t.”

annabeth raises an eyebrow at him, enjoying this a bit too much for his liking. “is that a challenge?”

“no!” he quickly exclaims, worried she actually executes her threat.

he gave a defeated groan and his gaze once again found its way to you. only this time, your eyes met and he swears he saw your cheeks turn red, before quickly looking away.

and that, that made percy make his move.

-

“I’m telling you, they’re totally a thing.”

after finishing your training with the younger campers, silena was helping you pack away all the equipment, so you two could finally rest for the day.

or more like, silena was doing all the work for you, while you were too busy narrowing your eyes at percy and annabeth, who weren’t sitting too far away on the grass together, looking a little too close for your liking.

it’s not like you were jealous. no, of course not. sure, you have had a crush on percy jackson perhaps ever since he entered camp, with his messy black hair, his sea-green eyes and that sweet, nervous smile. you were totally done for from that moment. but you were his best friend!

and as his best friend, you couldn’t allow yourself to ruin this friendship by some silly feelings. besides, you were completely convinced he had a thing for annabeth. or even worse, that he was already together with her! they were always around each other, spending ever single second together, practically glued to each other.

but no you weren’t jealous. just a bit hurt that he didn’t tell you about all this.

“you’re so delusional y/n, I can’t bring myself to make fun of you anymore.” silena tells you, as she packs away the swords you were practicing with.

“I’m not! I’m just.. observant.” you say, your eyebrows furrowing as you start to get annoyed with her.

silena just shakes her head, letting you keep glaring daggers at the pair while finishes up packing away everything.

well, that is until he suddenly meets your gaze

you look away, hoping he hasn’t the way your cheeks heat up. the ground was suddenly becoming very interesting, the longer you kept staring at it. was that a ladybug you were seeing?

“you know, staring at the ground won’t make him stop from approaching you.” silena says, her voice filled with amusement. if you weren’t so busy finding something to keep your gaze fixated on the ground, you would’ve tried to kill her with it.

“hey guys, hope your practice has been good? if not I should join you next time.” percy teases, as he comes to halt in front of you.

knowing you couldn’t just completely ignore his existence, although it seemed tempting, your eyes found its way to his, making your heart flutter.

he smirks mischievously at you, waiting for you to respond. however you were so awestruck by him, that you barely even managed to string a full sentence together in your head.

luckily, silena was still standing behind you, helping you out in your need. just not the way you would’ve liked her to.

“oh hey percy, we were just talking about you.”

he raises an eyebrow at her. “were you?” he asks, his smirk widening.

“mhm, tell him y/n.”

great. now you had to talk to him. and not only that but think of a plausible lie, why you were talking about him in the first place. you take a mental note to never trust on your sister to help you out, ever again.

“yeah, you know…. just about… stuff about.. you.”

was that really the best you could come up with?

percy, now really invested in the conversation, takes a step closer to you, crossing his arms in front of his chest and smirks at her teasingly.

“well, what kind of stuff exactly?” he conters back.

“uh..” your mind became blank. his gaze never left you, making you feel both uneasy and excited.

“she was telling me how she wanted to ask you if you wanted go the party with her tonight.”

percy raises his eyebrows in surprise. “did she?”

you glanced at silena from the side, your gaze holding a murderous intent for her, before looking at percy again, your cheeks flushing red.

“yeah. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go together with me.”

percy, now completely taken aback by your words, blinks at you for a moment in disbelief, before an enormous grin spreads across his face.

“I’d love to.”

-

percy was panicking, on the edge of having a nervous breakdown. he’s going to go with you to the party tonight. you asked him to go to the party with him tonight. well silena did but that doesn’t make the situation any less stressful.

he was pacing around in his cabin, his entire closet spread out throughout the room, as he tried on clothes after clothes.

he was so lost in his own head, not even noticing that his best friends walked in, until they sat down on his bed.

“wow, you don’t seem stressed about this at all.” percy snaps his head around as grovers voice reaches through his thoughts.

he takes a break from his endless pacing and looks around the room, only now taking in the chaos he made. “it’s bad, isn’t it?”

he groans, flopping down face first on his bed, next to annabeth and grover.

“that’s why we came to help you out.” annabeth says, patting him on the back.

he pulls his head up slightly at her words, his face a mix between worry and hope. “really?”

“of course, dude! c’mon, I’ll help you pick an outfit.” grover exclaims eagerly, getting off the bed to take a better look at percys clothes that were sprawled out over the floor.

while grover judgingly inspects his options on the floor, percy groans again, head falling back into the bed. “that isn’t even the worst of my problems.” he mutters into the mattress.

“I don’t even know what to do. how do I impress her? I mean is this our first date? what if it is? oh gods.. what if it isn’t even a date?”

“percy, calm down, you’re spiralling again.” annabeth interrupts percys monologue. his head remains plastered into his mattress as she reassuringly pats his back.

“but..” he tries again, but grovers voice cuts in. “no she’s right. you’re stressing too much about this. you don’t need to impress her, just… be yourself.” he tries to encourage.

“besides, I planned out the entire evening for you.” annabeth shrugs as percys head snaps up again.

“wait- what do you mean?”

“well, I figured you’d be stressing out over this. so I made a plan on what you can do to ease your nerves… and hers.” annabeth explains and percys face lights up.

“you’re seriously the best.”

-

you were panicking, on the edge of having a nervous breakdown. you were going to the campfire tonight, with percy. percy jackson. as a date. you were going on a date with the guy you’ve only been in love with for years.

“I don’t know what to wear!” you exclaim, throwing half your closet to the ground as you keep rummaging through your clothes.

everything you had was either too pink or too sparkly or too edgy or too- did you seriously have nothing to wear?

silena and clarisse on the other hand, were utterly amused seeing you in such distress.

as you keep picking out an outfit, throwing it away after eyeing it too long, your best friends continued to sit on your bed and laugh. unhelpful as always.

“this isn’t funny!” you exclaim after a while, glaring at them. “seriously, get out if you keep distracting me like this.”

they shared a look and burst out into laughter again. “I’m sorry but I’ve never seen you this stressed before.” clarisse tells you under tears.

defeated, you sat down on the floor, eyes glacing over the mass of clothes on your floor. it was chaos.

“I just want everything to be perfect.” you admit, not meeting their gaze. your lips turn into a frown as you keep trying to come up with an outfit for the upcoming party.

“y/n.” silena says, her voice suddenly soft. “you are perfect. and even if you weren’t, percy would like you regardless.”

you shake your head. “no.” you state simply.

“what do you mean no? have you seen how he looks at you? that boy is smitten.” clarisse says, raising an eyebrow.

“no.” you repeat. “he’s not smitten. at least not with me. I don’t even know why he said yes, when he’s clearly in love with annabeth.” you sigh.

silena groans. “not this again.”

“yes, this again.” you pout. how are you the only who could see that? why was no one agreeing with you?

silena shakes her head. “you’re unbelievable.” she mutters under breath, before standing up from the bed, picking up a blue dress from the floor and shoving it in your hand.

“here, try it on, it’s perfect.”

-

percy has been standing in front of your cabin door for at least ten minutes, trying to calm his nerves.

he had everything planned out, thanks to annabeth, but still, what if something went wrong?

realising that he can’t spend the entire evening in front of your door, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, taking all his courage and knocks three times.

in an instant, you opened the door, percys hand still up in the air. almost as if you were waiting in front of the door, too.

“hey.” you said almost too eagerly.

percy was speechless at the sight of you. you were wearing a simple blue dress, his favourite colour, and it fitted you almost too perfectly.

a breathless “wow” escapes his mouth when his eyes met yours.

your cheeks heat up, your heart skipping a beat as you feel his eyes all over you. “you don’t look too bad yourself, jackson.”

he cleared his throat in embarrassment, the reality of the situation setting in again. “uh, sorry. you look pretty. no, you are pretty- I mean.. uh, hi! ready to go?”

you chuckle softly at his state, teasing him, relieved to know you weren’t the only nervous wreck. you link yourself into his arm and let him lead you away to the party in the woods.

everyone else was already gathered around and a little bit boozed as you arrived. some were dancing together, others were already keeping themselves busy with each other.

percy saw your friend group huddled together near the fire, annabeth already waving them over. you couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you realised where percy was taking you. of course he wanted to sit with annabeth, why had he even agreed to go with you them?

you sit down onto a log next to percy, who was already engaged into a conversation with annabeth.

you catch silenas gaze next to you, mouthing “I told you” to her, before percy suddenly catches your attention by saying your name.

“hm?” you blink at him, caught off guard for a second. he meets your eyes and gods, you could get lost in them for hours.

he smiles at you. everyone from miles away could tell just how awfully lovesick he was for you. everyone but you, apparently.

“I was just telling you about how annabeth and I-“ he started, but your mind instantly turned off. could he be any more obvious? here you thought you and him were going to the party as a date. and here goes talking about annabeth. you couldn’t take this any longer.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just getting something to drink.” you interrupted him, already walking away before percy could even register what you were saying.

he watched you go, scrunching up his eyebrows in distress. “I’m totally messing this up.”

silena narrows his eyes at him. “you really are an oblivious idiot.” she shakes her head.

“I know but… why now exactly?” he asks, his voice wavering. the anxiety he has felt all evening now at it’s peak. of course it was all his fault.

silena sighs heavily. her expression almost pitiful as she watches him from across the fire. but there’s also hint of.. disappointment? percy felt his heart drop.

“I mean you’ve been talking to or about annabeth instead of y/n.”

annabeth, who’s been sitting on a log next to percy raises an eyebrow at her. “pardon?”

percy searches her eyes for help, but she’s apparently having a staring contest with silena now. “I..” he starts, but his voice falters as both of them suddenly glare at him.

“I’m gonna go and find her…”

-

he found you sitting at the dock, with your feet hanging above the water. his heart rate picking up at the sight if you. slowly, to not scare you, he sits down next to you.

he stayed silent, mirroring you as he gazed up at the moon. the tension between you was getting almost too much for him to bear and he already opened his mouth to say something, anything to break it, but you were already a step ahead of him. always, a step ahead.

“why don’t you just tell her?”

at the sound of your voice, percys gaze rest on you. you were looking otherworldly beautiful, as the moonlight shimmered on your features, the stars reflecting in your eyes. it took percys breath away, seeing you like this, so. vulnerable, that he almost missed what you said.

“I- what?” he blinked at you, the words not quite reaching him yet. mm

“annabeth.” you continue, tone flat as you wre just talking to him about the weather. “why don’t you just tell her that you’re in love with her already?”

your eyes met his, and oh, he could not only hear but see the sadness in your voice. he felt like he was being stabbed.

“tell annabeth I’m in love with her? why would I do that?” he asked. he was utterly confused, hurt even. why would you…

“because you are!” you threw your hands up in frustration, shaking your head as you looked away. maybe not having to see his face would linder the heartbreak you were about to get.

“you both are, and it’s almost painful to watch you two be so oblivious when you could already be together by now.”

percys head was fuming by how hard his head was turning gears. did you really think he was in love with annabeth?

“I’m not in love with annabeth.” he states, his voice carrying as much earnesty he could muster up.

you huffed, rolling your eyes. you could feel the anger rising up in you. why did he have to be so stubborn all the time?

“you don’t have to pretend not to be, not in front of me. I’m you best friend percy, I know how you look when you’re in love with someone, and you clearly do when you look at annabeth. so go, take your chance and talk to her. stop wasting your time here with me.”

percys heart felt like it’s been ripped in pieces, and yours was not too far behind from matching his pain.

how could you think that? how you could you say you know how he looks like when he’s in love, and not see what’s right in front of you?

he was so taken aback by your words, that he stayed silent. he didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know what even was the right to say. he just kept staring at you.

“why are you still here? come on, go!” you nudged him with your elbow lightly, daring to look at his face, forcing a supportive smile on your lips, although you were near tears.

as you stole a glance at him, you’d braced yourself for countless possibilities of what expression he might wear, just not the way he actually looked at you. because he didn’t look embarrassed or lovesick or even anything like that. no, he looked utterly distraught.

now it was your turn to be confused. you were convinced he was going to admit his feelings, thank you for being his best friend and then finally get together with her. best matchmaker at this camp you might say.

so why was he still being so stubborn?

“no.” he declares, as he found his voice again.

you furrowed your eyebrows at him, feeling the frustration rise up in you again.

“what do you mean no?”

“no, I’m not going to do that.” he insists. now you were starting to get really annoyed with him.

“why? are you- ugh, you and her are perfect for each other. I don’t understand you, seriously. what is wrong with you?”

“you’re wrong with me!” he suddenly yelled out, running a hair over his face. “you’re wrong with me.” he repeats again, more softly, more defeatingly.

and that was what made you snap. how could he say that to, after everything you’ve done for him?

tears were prickling up in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away, refusing to let him see you like this.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help.” you quickly stand up, walking away from him again.

percy feels like the biggest idiot to ever exist.

-

he was getting a deja vu.

standing right in front of your cabin door, percy wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, gathered all his courage and knocked on the door three times.

only this time, the door wasn’t opened as eagerly as the last time.

and it wasn’t you who opened the door, it was silena. with her arms crossed, she glared up at percy, making him feel incredibly small despite their height difference.

“you have some nerves to show up.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. great, it’s not like he was already nervous enough. “can I please talk to her?”

she pressed her lips into a thin line, looking back into her cabin, before stepping out of it and closing the door behind her.

“If it were up to me, I’d never let you talk to her again, seeing how devastated she came back yesterday.” she scolded him, arms still crossed in front of her.

percy sighed again, feeling his chest tighten up. he really didn’t deserve to talk to.

“but,” she continued, “I’ve been rooting for you both for ages, and I sure as hell won’t lose the bet I have going on with clarisse. so fix this or it’ll be the last time you’ve seen her face.

percy felt some weight fall from his shoulders, although the mention of a bet makes him feel even more uneasy. “thank you silena, truly. I owe you.”

“oh i know, you owe me big. now hurry, I can’t stand seeing her moping forever.” she huffed before walking off. and percy knows how much she cares for you, even though it might not look like it. but silena had the biggest heart when it came to her siblings.

percy opened the door, stepping into the aphrodite cabin, his eyes spotting you almost immediately.

you were lying on your bed, and percy doesn’t understand how you could still look so perfect, even though you look like you haven’t slept in days.

how could you ever think he didn’t want you?

carefully, he made his way over to your bed, nervously standing next to it. he was unsure how he should approach you now, scared to mess up again.

you blinked at him, at first not recognising his face through the tears in your eyes. but as you look into the sea-green eyes you’ve been getting lost in for years, you suddenly sat upright in your bed.

“what are you doing here? who even let you in?”

percy rubbed his neck, a nervous habit of his. he was beginning to regret even thinking about being able to talk to you.

“silena.”

you rolled your eyes, muttering an “of course” under your breath.

you both stayed silent for a moment, avoiding each others gaze. percy glances at your nightstand, which hold a picture of you two on it when you were younger and melts.

enough, he had to make this right. he needed to. he doesn’t think he could ever go another day of not talking to you.

“so..” he finally began, searching for the right words. but once again you beat him to it.

“no, I’m not doing this.” you pulled aside your blankets, standing up from your bed and craning your neck to be able to watch his reaction.

“I don’t get you!” she started, a finger poking at his chest as he looked down at her.

“I have been nothing but a supportive best friend. I may be a bit pushy sometimes, but that’s because you never do anything! I can’t stand seeing you moping over annabeth all the time, so I tried to get you together, because it’s painfully obvious how much you’re in love with each other. but .. but you still keep denying it!” you were on a rant now.

“apparently you have told everyone but your best friend about your crush on her and just.. why? I don’t get it! why am I wrong with you? what on earth did I do? is it because I like you? is that why won’t you get together already?”

you paced around the room as you kept your rant going. you were so into your own head that the words just seemed to spill out of you, not fully realising what you’re saying.

“y/n.” he said softly, stepping close to you, grabbing your wrist to stop you from pacing. your breath hitches.

you held the tears back that were already forming in your eyes again. you couldn’t take another heartbreak. not today, at least.

“you can be so mean, percy.” you yank yourself out of his grip, and physically turn away from him. could you just stop crying already? it’s getting embarrassing.

“y/n, I-“ he said more firmly as he stepped even closer.

“stop it percy. if you’re gonna keep denying that you’re in love with anna-“

“no y/n, let me talk!” your mouth instantly snapped shut.

percy took a deep breath, calming his own nerves before continuing to talk.

“you told me that you know how I look when I’m in love. and you told me I look like that, when I’m with annabeth. and I think you may be right.”

you shake your head, a tear already slipping from your eye, your back still facing him. the rejection hits you even harder than you expected.

“but only about one thing.” he is standing right behind you now, looking down at you with vulnerable eyes.

“please look at me y/n.” he pleaded, and gods, you hated yourself for being so weak. you hates yourself for not being able to resist him. not when he was asking you like that.

so slowly and hesitantly, you turned around, your gaze fixated on you feet.

gently, he put a hand on you jaw, lifting your head up so you could meet his eyes.

“I think you might know how I look like when I’m in love, because you’re the one I’m looking at like that. you’re the one I wanted to be with at the party, because I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to have a slow dance with you, spin you around and laugh because I keep stepping on your feet. I just want to be with you, because I am in love with you. why aren’t you seeing that. it’s always been you.”

your head was spinning in disbelief. staring up at him with wide, glossy eyes, not quite believing what he just said. percy was in love with you? have you really been so blind?

“oh.” you managed to let out.

his hand, that still rested on your cheek, was now drawing small circles on it. he looked down at you, convinced his heart was going to explode any minute now by how you were looking at him.

“oh?” he repeated, a small smile managing to find its way on his lips as he teasingly raises an eyebrow at you.

you swallowed thickly, your eyes flickering to his lips for a moment as he unconsciously wetted them. “I guess I got it all wrong.” you admitted sheepishly.

and percy couldn’t help but to break out into a bright grin.

“so, what do you say?” he asks, humor filling his voice.

“I’m saying you should hurry up and kiss me, jackson.”

he chuckled, before leaning in and finally pressing his lips on yours. gently at first, until all of the years you both spent yearning for each other pent up into the kiss. grabbing your hips, pulling you in closer as your hands found its way into his hair, both of you pouring everything you couldn’t put into words into the kiss.

a sudden round of cheers made you pull away from each other, seeing some of your friends stand by the open cabin door.

percy rests his forehead on yours and laughs. and keeps laughing because this situation is just so bizarre.

“you all owe me ten bucks.” was what you could hear annabeth say, before percy presses his lips on yours again.

a/n: been working on this for weeks so sorry if it seems a bit rushed or odd at a few places.

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oblivious

percy jackson x reader

mostly proof read, but not all.

“would you stop drooling on your shirt and just go talk to her?”

percy, who was previously staring at you, suddenly snaps back to reality as annabeth nudges him with her elbow next to him.

“I’m not drooling!” he said defensively, but still wiped a hand over his lips just to be sure.

annabeth dramatically rolls her eyes, having had this conversation repeatedly the last few weeks. percy huffs at her, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a stubborn child. but his eyes were already wandering over to you again, currently teaching one of the younger campers how to hold their sword correctly.

and who could blame him really? it was like he had developed a seventh sense the way his gaze automatically found its way to you. and he couldn’t look away, not like he had ever tried to, you were just too gorgeous.

and he was surely not the only one captivated by you, right? who wouldn’t fall in love with your beautiful eyes, your sweet smile, your soft lips-

“hello? earth to percy?” annabeth snaps her fingers in front of his face, trying to get his attention again.

“I- what?” he gets pulled out of his thoughts again, blinking at annabeth confused.

“did you even get anything that I said?” her stern expression making it clear that she was fed up with him.

he shamefully rubs the back of his neck, looking at her apologetically. “sorry.”

she sighs heavily, shaking her head disapprovingly. “you’re hopeless.”

she was right, of course. percy was hopeless. hopelessly in love with you, has been for years. and he for sure must have acted on his feelings eventually, right?

well, that’s where his problem starts. even though he’s pretty sure he has annoyed almost all of his friends about his feelings for you, the only one that doesn’t know about them is you.

“percy, I swear to the river of styx, if you don’t grow a pair and finally ask her out, I will do it for you.” she threatens.

and if that didn’t get a reaction out of him! he stares at her in shock, eyes wide and mouth open. “you wouldn’t.”

annabeth raises an eyebrow at him, enjoying this a bit too much for his liking. “is that a challenge?”

“no!” he quickly exclaims, worried she actually executes her threat.

he gave a defeated groan and his gaze once again found its way to you. only this time, your eyes met and he swears he saw your cheeks turn red, before quickly looking away.

and that, that made percy make his move.

-

“I’m telling you, they’re totally a thing.”

after finishing your training with the younger campers, silena was helping you pack away all the equipment, so you two could finally rest for the day.

or more like, silena was doing all the work for you, while you were too busy narrowing your eyes at percy and annabeth, who weren’t sitting too far away on the grass together, looking a little too close for your liking.

it’s not like you were jealous. no, of course not. sure, you have had a crush on percy jackson perhaps ever since he entered camp, with his messy black hair, his sea-green eyes and that sweet, nervous smile. you were totally done for from that moment. but you were his best friend!

and as his best friend, you couldn’t allow yourself to ruin this friendship by some silly feelings. besides, you were completely convinced he had a thing for annabeth. or even worse, that he was already together with her! they were always around each other, spending ever single second together, practically glued to each other.

but no you weren’t jealous. just a bit hurt that he didn’t tell you about all this.

“you’re so delusional y/n, I can’t bring myself to make fun of you anymore.” silena tells you, as she packs away the swords you were practicing with.

“I’m not! I’m just.. observant.” you say, your eyebrows furrowing as you start to get annoyed with her.

silena just shakes her head, letting you keep glaring daggers at the pair while finishes up packing away everything.

well, that is until he suddenly meets your gaze

you look away, hoping he hasn’t the way your cheeks heat up. the ground was suddenly becoming very interesting, the longer you kept staring at it. was that a ladybug you were seeing?

“you know, staring at the ground won’t make him stop from approaching you.” silena says, her voice filled with amusement. if you weren’t so busy finding something to keep your gaze fixated on the ground, you would’ve tried to kill her with it.

“hey guys, hope your practice has been good? if not I should join you next time.” percy teases, as he comes to halt in front of you.

knowing you couldn’t just completely ignore his existence, although it seemed tempting, your eyes found its way to his, making your heart flutter.

he smirks mischievously at you, waiting for you to respond. however you were so awestruck by him, that you barely even managed to string a full sentence together in your head.

luckily, silena was still standing behind you, helping you out in your need. just not the way you would’ve liked her to.

“oh hey percy, we were just talking about you.”

he raises an eyebrow at her. “were you?” he asks, his smirk widening.

“mhm, tell him y/n.”

great. now you had to talk to him. and not only that but think of a plausible lie, why you were talking about him in the first place. you take a mental note to never trust on your sister to help you out, ever again.

“yeah, you know…. just about… stuff about.. you.”

was that really the best you could come up with?

percy, now really invested in the conversation, takes a step closer to you, crossing his arms in front of his chest and smirks at her teasingly.

“well, what kind of stuff exactly?” he conters back.

“uh..” your mind became blank. his gaze never left you, making you feel both uneasy and excited.

“she was telling me how she wanted to ask you if you wanted go the party with her tonight.”

percy raises his eyebrows in surprise. “did she?”

you glanced at silena from the side, your gaze holding a murderous intent for her, before looking at percy again, your cheeks flushing red.

“yeah. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go together with me.”

percy, now completely taken aback by your words, blinks at you for a moment in disbelief, before an enormous grin spreads across his face.

“I’d love to.”

-

percy was panicking, on the edge of having a nervous breakdown. he’s going to go with you to the party tonight. you asked him to go to the party with him tonight. well silena did but that doesn’t make the situation any less stressful.

he was pacing around in his cabin, his entire closet spread out throughout the room, as he tried on clothes after clothes.

he was so lost in his own head, not even noticing that his best friends walked in, until they sat down on his bed.

“wow, you don’t seem stressed about this at all.” percy snaps his head around as grovers voice reaches through his thoughts.

he takes a break from his endless pacing and looks around the room, only now taking in the chaos he made. “it’s bad, isn’t it?”

he groans, flopping down face first on his bed, next to annabeth and grover.

“that’s why we came to help you out.” annabeth says, patting him on the back.

he pulls his head up slightly at her words, his face a mix between worry and hope. “really?”

“of course, dude! c’mon, I’ll help you pick an outfit.” grover exclaims eagerly, getting off the bed to take a better look at percys clothes that were sprawled out over the floor.

while grover judgingly inspects his options on the floor, percy groans again, head falling back into the bed. “that isn’t even the worst of my problems.” he mutters into the mattress.

“I don’t even know what to do. how do I impress her? I mean is this our first date? what if it is? oh gods.. what if it isn’t even a date?”

“percy, calm down, you’re spiralling again.” annabeth interrupts percys monologue. his head remains plastered into his mattress as she reassuringly pats his back.

“but..” he tries again, but grovers voice cuts in. “no she’s right. you’re stressing too much about this. you don’t need to impress her, just… be yourself.” he tries to encourage.

“besides, I planned out the entire evening for you.” annabeth shrugs as percys head snaps up again.

“wait- what do you mean?”

“well, I figured you’d be stressing out over this. so I made a plan on what you can do to ease your nerves… and hers.” annabeth explains and percys face lights up.

“you’re seriously the best.”

-

you were panicking, on the edge of having a nervous breakdown. you were going to the campfire tonight, with percy. percy jackson. as a date. you were going on a date with the guy you’ve only been in love with for years.

“I don’t know what to wear!” you exclaim, throwing half your closet to the ground as you keep rummaging through your clothes.

everything you had was either too pink or too sparkly or too edgy or too- did you seriously have nothing to wear?

silena and clarisse on the other hand, were utterly amused seeing you in such distress.

as you keep picking out an outfit, throwing it away after eyeing it too long, your best friends continued to sit on your bed and laugh. unhelpful as always.

“this isn’t funny!” you exclaim after a while, glaring at them. “seriously, get out if you keep distracting me like this.”

they shared a look and burst out into laughter again. “I’m sorry but I’ve never seen you this stressed before.” clarisse tells you under tears.

defeated, you sat down on the floor, eyes glacing over the mass of clothes on your floor. it was chaos.

“I just want everything to be perfect.” you admit, not meeting their gaze. your lips turn into a frown as you keep trying to come up with an outfit for the upcoming party.

“y/n.” silena says, her voice suddenly soft. “you are perfect. and even if you weren’t, percy would like you regardless.”

you shake your head. “no.” you state simply.

“what do you mean no? have you seen how he looks at you? that boy is smitten.” clarisse says, raising an eyebrow.

“no.” you repeat. “he’s not smitten. at least not with me. I don’t even know why he said yes, when he’s clearly in love with annabeth.” you sigh.

silena groans. “not this again.”

“yes, this again.” you pout. how are you the only who could see that? why was no one agreeing with you?

silena shakes her head. “you’re unbelievable.” she mutters under breath, before standing up from the bed, picking up a blue dress from the floor and shoving it in your hand.

“here, try it on, it’s perfect.”

-

percy has been standing in front of your cabin door for at least ten minutes, trying to calm his nerves.

he had everything planned out, thanks to annabeth, but still, what if something went wrong?

realising that he can’t spend the entire evening in front of your door, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, taking all his courage and knocks three times.

in an instant, you opened the door, percys hand still up in the air. almost as if you were waiting in front of the door, too.

“hey.” you said almost too eagerly.

percy was speechless at the sight of you. you were wearing a simple blue dress, his favourite colour, and it fitted you almost too perfectly.

a breathless “wow” escapes his mouth when his eyes met yours.

your cheeks heat up, your heart skipping a beat as you feel his eyes all over you. “you don’t look too bad yourself, jackson.”

he cleared his throat in embarrassment, the reality of the situation setting in again. “uh, sorry. you look pretty. no, you are pretty- I mean.. uh, hi! ready to go?”

you chuckle softly at his state, teasing him, relieved to know you weren’t the only nervous wreck. you link yourself into his arm and let him lead you away to the party in the woods.

everyone else was already gathered around and a little bit boozed as you arrived. some were dancing together, others were already keeping themselves busy with each other.

percy saw your friend group huddled together near the fire, annabeth already waving them over. you couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you realised where percy was taking you. of course he wanted to sit with annabeth, why had he even agreed to go with you them?

you sit down onto a log next to percy, who was already engaged into a conversation with annabeth.

you catch silenas gaze next to you, mouthing “I told you” to her, before percy suddenly catches your attention by saying your name.

“hm?” you blink at him, caught off guard for a second. he meets your eyes and gods, you could get lost in them for hours.

he smiles at you. everyone from miles away could tell just how awfully lovesick he was for you. everyone but you, apparently.

“I was just telling you about how annabeth and I-“ he started, but your mind instantly turned off. could he be any more obvious? here you thought you and him were going to the party as a date. and here goes talking about annabeth. you couldn’t take this any longer.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just getting something to drink.” you interrupted him, already walking away before percy could even register what you were saying.

he watched you go, scrunching up his eyebrows in distress. “I’m totally messing this up.”

silena narrows his eyes at him. “you really are an oblivious idiot.” she shakes her head.

“I know but… why now exactly?” he asks, his voice wavering. the anxiety he has felt all evening now at it’s peak. of course it was all his fault.

silena sighs heavily. her expression almost pitiful as she watches him from across the fire. but there’s also hint of.. disappointment? percy felt his heart drop.

“I mean you’ve been talking to or about annabeth instead of y/n.”

annabeth, who’s been sitting on a log next to percy raises an eyebrow at her. “pardon?”

percy searches her eyes for help, but she’s apparently having a staring contest with silena now. “I..” he starts, but his voice falters as both of them suddenly glare at him.

“I’m gonna go and find her…”

-

he found you sitting at the dock, with your feet hanging above the water. his heart rate picking up at the sight if you. slowly, to not scare you, he sits down next to you.

he stayed silent, mirroring you as he gazed up at the moon. the tension between you was getting almost too much for him to bear and he already opened his mouth to say something, anything to break it, but you were already a step ahead of him. always, a step ahead.

“why don’t you just tell her?”

at the sound of your voice, percys gaze rest on you. you were looking otherworldly beautiful, as the moonlight shimmered on your features, the stars reflecting in your eyes. it took percys breath away, seeing you like this, so. vulnerable, that he almost missed what you said.

“I- what?” he blinked at you, the words not quite reaching him yet. mm

“annabeth.” you continue, tone flat as you wre just talking to him about the weather. “why don’t you just tell her that you’re in love with her already?”

your eyes met his, and oh, he could not only hear but see the sadness in your voice. he felt like he was being stabbed.

“tell annabeth I’m in love with her? why would I do that?” he asked. he was utterly confused, hurt even. why would you…

“because you are!” you threw your hands up in frustration, shaking your head as you looked away. maybe not having to see his face would linder the heartbreak you were about to get.

“you both are, and it’s almost painful to watch you two be so oblivious when you could already be together by now.”

percys head was fuming by how hard his head was turning gears. did you really think he was in love with annabeth?

“I’m not in love with annabeth.” he states, his voice carrying as much earnesty he could muster up.

you huffed, rolling your eyes. you could feel the anger rising up in you. why did he have to be so stubborn all the time?

“you don’t have to pretend not to be, not in front of me. I’m you best friend percy, I know how you look when you’re in love with someone, and you clearly do when you look at annabeth. so go, take your chance and talk to her. stop wasting your time here with me.”

percys heart felt like it’s been ripped in pieces, and yours was not too far behind from matching his pain.

how could you think that? how you could you say you know how he looks like when he’s in love, and not see what’s right in front of you?

he was so taken aback by your words, that he stayed silent. he didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know what even was the right to say. he just kept staring at you.

“why are you still here? come on, go!” you nudged him with your elbow lightly, daring to look at his face, forcing a supportive smile on your lips, although you were near tears.

as you stole a glance at him, you’d braced yourself for countless possibilities of what expression he might wear, just not the way he actually looked at you. because he didn’t look embarrassed or lovesick or even anything like that. no, he looked utterly distraught.

now it was your turn to be confused. you were convinced he was going to admit his feelings, thank you for being his best friend and then finally get together with her. best matchmaker at this camp you might say.

so why was he still being so stubborn?

“no.” he declares, as he found his voice again.

you furrowed your eyebrows at him, feeling the frustration rise up in you again.

“what do you mean no?”

“no, I’m not going to do that.” he insists. now you were starting to get really annoyed with him.

“why? are you- ugh, you and her are perfect for each other. I don’t understand you, seriously. what is wrong with you?”

“you’re wrong with me!” he suddenly yelled out, running a hair over his face. “you’re wrong with me.” he repeats again, more softly, more defeatingly.

and that was what made you snap. how could he say that to, after everything you’ve done for him?

tears were prickling up in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away, refusing to let him see you like this.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help.” you quickly stand up, walking away from him again.

percy feels like the biggest idiot to ever exist.

-

he was getting a deja vu.

standing right in front of your cabin door, percy wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, gathered all his courage and knocked on the door three times.

only this time, the door wasn’t opened as eagerly as the last time.

and it wasn’t you who opened the door, it was silena. with her arms crossed, she glared up at percy, making him feel incredibly small despite their height difference.

“you have some nerves to show up.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. great, it’s not like he was already nervous enough. “can I please talk to her?”

she pressed her lips into a thin line, looking back into her cabin, before stepping out of it and closing the door behind her.

“If it were up to me, I’d never let you talk to her again, seeing how devastated she came back yesterday.” she scolded him, arms still crossed in front of her.

percy sighed again, feeling his chest tighten up. he really didn’t deserve to talk to.

“but,” she continued, “I’ve been rooting for you both for ages, and I sure as hell won’t lose the bet I have going on with clarisse. so fix this or it’ll be the last time you’ve seen her face.

percy felt some weight fall from his shoulders, although the mention of a bet makes him feel even more uneasy. “thank you silena, truly. I owe you.”

“oh i know, you owe me big. now hurry, I can’t stand seeing her moping forever.” she huffed before walking off. and percy knows how much she cares for you, even though it might not look like it. but silena had the biggest heart when it came to her siblings.

percy opened the door, stepping into the aphrodite cabin, his eyes spotting you almost immediately.

you were lying on your bed, and percy doesn’t understand how you could still look so perfect, even though you look like you haven’t slept in days.

how could you ever think he didn’t want you?

carefully, he made his way over to your bed, nervously standing next to it. he was unsure how he should approach you now, scared to mess up again.

you blinked at him, at first not recognising his face through the tears in your eyes. but as you look into the sea-green eyes you’ve been getting lost in for years, you suddenly sat upright in your bed.

“what are you doing here? who even let you in?”

percy rubbed his neck, a nervous habit of his. he was beginning to regret even thinking about being able to talk to you.

“silena.”

you rolled your eyes, muttering an “of course” under your breath.

you both stayed silent for a moment, avoiding each others gaze. percy glances at your nightstand, which hold a picture of you two on it when you were younger and melts.

enough, he had to make this right. he needed to. he doesn’t think he could ever go another day of not talking to you.

“so..” he finally began, searching for the right words. but once again you beat him to it.

“no, I’m not doing this.” you pulled aside your blankets, standing up from your bed and craning your neck to be able to watch his reaction.

“I don’t get you!” she started, a finger poking at his chest as he looked down at her.

“I have been nothing but a supportive best friend. I may be a bit pushy sometimes, but that’s because you never do anything! I can’t stand seeing you moping over annabeth all the time, so I tried to get you together, because it’s painfully obvious how much you’re in love with each other. but .. but you still keep denying it!” you were on a rant now.

“apparently you have told everyone but your best friend about your crush on her and just.. why? I don’t get it! why am I wrong with you? what on earth did I do? is it because I like you? is that why won’t you get together already?”

you paced around the room as you kept your rant going. you were so into your own head that the words just seemed to spill out of you, not fully realising what you’re saying.

“y/n.” he said softly, stepping close to you, grabbing your wrist to stop you from pacing. your breath hitches.

you held the tears back that were already forming in your eyes again. you couldn’t take another heartbreak. not today, at least.

“you can be so mean, percy.” you yank yourself out of his grip, and physically turn away from him. could you just stop crying already? it’s getting embarrassing.

“y/n, I-“ he said more firmly as he stepped even closer.

“stop it percy. if you’re gonna keep denying that you’re in love with anna-“

“no y/n, let me talk!” your mouth instantly snapped shut.

percy took a deep breath, calming his own nerves before continuing to talk.

“you told me that you know how I look when I’m in love. and you told me I look like that, when I’m with annabeth. and I think you may be right.”

you shake your head, a tear already slipping from your eye, your back still facing him. the rejection hits you even harder than you expected.

“but only about one thing.” he is standing right behind you now, looking down at you with vulnerable eyes.

“please look at me y/n.” he pleaded, and gods, you hated yourself for being so weak. you hates yourself for not being able to resist him. not when he was asking you like that.

so slowly and hesitantly, you turned around, your gaze fixated on you feet.

gently, he put a hand on you jaw, lifting your head up so you could meet his eyes.

“I think you might know how I look like when I’m in love, because you’re the one I’m looking at like that. you’re the one I wanted to be with at the party, because I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to have a slow dance with you, spin you around and laugh because I keep stepping on your feet. I just want to be with you, because I am in love with you. why aren’t you seeing that. it’s always been you.”

your head was spinning in disbelief. staring up at him with wide, glossy eyes, not quite believing what he just said. percy was in love with you? have you really been so blind?

“oh.” you managed to let out.

his hand, that still rested on your cheek, was now drawing small circles on it. he looked down at you, convinced his heart was going to explode any minute now by how you were looking at him.

“oh?” he repeated, a small smile managing to find its way on his lips as he teasingly raises an eyebrow at you.

you swallowed thickly, your eyes flickering to his lips for a moment as he unconsciously wetted them. “I guess I got it all wrong.” you admitted sheepishly.

and percy couldn’t help but to break out into a bright grin.

“so, what do you say?” he asks, humor filling his voice.

“I’m saying you should hurry up and kiss me, jackson.”

he chuckled, before leaning in and finally pressing his lips on yours. gently at first, until all of the years you both spent yearning for each other pent up into the kiss. grabbing your hips, pulling you in closer as your hands found its way into his hair, both of you pouring everything you couldn’t put into words into the kiss.

a sudden round of cheers made you pull away from each other, seeing some of your friends stand by the open cabin door.

percy rests his forehead on yours and laughs. and keeps laughing because this situation is just so bizarre.

“you all owe me ten bucks.” was what you could hear annabeth say, before percy presses his lips on yours again.

a/n: been working on this for weeks so sorry if it seems a bit rushed or odd at a few places.

[moonlitstarfish]

Anyone else but you

percy jackson x cabin 13!reader

percy and you have been inseparable ever since you first came to camp. you arrived just a day after him, bonding over the overwhelming feeling when you first start to understand this world.

when he got claimed, you were sad at first. devastated. anxious, even. thinking he wouldn’t spend time with you anymore, and you were shoved to the side. he had different priorities now.

and at first it seemed like it. he didn’t speak to you for a day and didn’t choose you to accompany him on his quest.

you grew mad. disappointed. feeling abandoned. the two weeks he was gone, it felt like the longest weeks of your life.

but when he returned? he came running straight to you, almost pushing you into the ground with the force of his hug.

you couldn’t stay mad at him after that.

you two grew closer and closer, even throughout the year. the both of you living in nyc made it easier for you to stay in contact.

years go by. the upcoming war taking a toll on both of you immensely. you were wringing with yourself to not give into luke’s offer. to stop thinking about the resentment towards the gods, with you still being unclaimed.

and god it was hard to not give in. everything luke was promising you, was making you believe seemed too good to be true.

yet, you stayed strong. fighting on the other side of the war. percy made sure of that. he was the only reason you didn’t give. you didn’t want to lose him.

he didn’t want to lose you.

because of course you had talked to him about your urges to join luke. of course you he knew about your resentment, your hatred, your bitter sadness about being unclaimed.

so he did everything in order to stay by his side.

and it worked. even better, he made sure the gods had to claim you.

so you can imagine the surprise, when it turns out, you had already been claimed! just not the way you expected. since hades was your father.

you left camp after the battle. only for a while. deciding to stay with your father in the underworld for a while.

and oh, how percy longed for you.

it wasn’t just because he had gained feelings for you. no, it was deeper than that. he missed you, because you were his best friend.

he missed you, because you were the only person that was able to make him laugh, even on his worst days.

he missed you, because you knew about his love-hate relationship with the ocean. and somehow you always knew what side he was leaning towards to.

he missed you, because your hugs felt like coming home. because he could be kilometres away from his apartment and still be at home in your arms.

the love he felt for you, did involve some romance, for sure. but first and foremost, you were his friend.

so you can imagine the absolute joy he experienced, when he spotted you at camp the following summer.

this time, he did push you to the ground with the force of his hug. he clung to you, afraid that if he let go, you’d go away.

and because once again, he was the deciding reason why you went back to camp, you let him stay there as long as he wanted. as long as he needed.

this summer, you became lovers. simply. telling your feelings for each other under a starry night.

it took the whole summer for the camp to even notice the difference.

because you were just part-time lovers, but full-time friends.

a/n: honestly idk what this is. been feeling very anxious and just needed to make something out of it.

[moonlitstarfish]

Comfort Cuddles

percy jackson x fem!reader

Today was just not your day.

It all started just as soon as you got pulled out of your dreams by your little siblings fighting at the crack of dawn.

And of course you, as the camp counsellor, had to be the voice of reason.

So you got out of bed, begrudgingly told them off, and went back to sleep. Well, more like tried to get back to sleep.

With an already horrible start, you went about your day.

But to your luck, it didn’t stop there.

The next thing that worsened your mood, was when you tripped over yourself, and spilled your entire breakfast over clothes, making a fool of yourself in front of the entire camp.

And if that wasn’t enough, during training, which was normally your favourite part of your day, someone knocked you over, pushing you into the mud. That marks the second time you had to change your shirt that day.

However, you hit your last nerve when you overheard some campers talking about you at the campfire.

“She’s so dull, I can’t believe he’d like someone like that.”

“Ugh, right? And she’s so annoying! She always thinks she’s better than everyone, like anyone cares about her.”

“Please, they only do because she’s his girlfriend.”

Under different circumstances, you would’ve just brushed them off. You were used to other campers being jealous and not understanding why Percy chose her. (Sometimes you couldn’t even understand it yourself.)

Hearing them gossip about you right now though? That hit.

Tears you didn’t know you were holding back were now streaming down your eyes.

You did the only thing you knew by heart, hiding. Running off to your cabin, pulling the covers over your head as you collapsed on your bed, just hiding from everything.

At least you could be miserable alone, your siblings enjoying themselves at the campfire.

The whole day came crushing down on you, everything that went wrong running through your mind, replaying their words over and over in your head.

You knew they weren’t right. They didn’t know anything about you, and even less about your relationship with Percy. But you couldn’t believe your own thoughts anymore. What if they were right after all?

A dip on your bed, followed by a deep voice calling you ‘love’, startled you out of your thoughts.

You were so lost in your head, that you didn’t even notice when your cabin door opened and someone slowly made the way over to your curled up shape on your bed.

“Love?” his deep voice startled you out of your thoughts.

The grip you had on your blanket tightened, not wanting to face your boyfriend in your current state.

“Hey..” he leaned in closer, his voice softening even more. “Talk to me?”

He waited, giving you the time and space to open up to him. He knew how avoidant you got when you were feeling like this, making him feel a bit useless at times. So he waited, making sure you at least knew he was here, with you. Offering his support in any way he could.

And after you managed to calm yourself down, thanks to the comfort his presence brought, you slowly pulled the blankets off of you and met his gaze.

His sea-green eyes, filled with warmth and worry, mustered your tear streamed face. His hand began to softly swipe them away as a soft smile graces his lips.

“Rough day?” he asked, and you couldn’t hear any judgment in his voice.

You nodded, biting your lips and looking away from his intense eyes, letting him comfort you.

He nudged her gently. “Slide over for me.” And sliding over you did, allowing his arms to wrap around you, holding you as you were the most delicate thing in the world.

You both lay there, bodies intertwined with each other. One of his hands gently stroking over your hair while your head rested on his chest.

And thanks to the calming effect he has on you, another benefit for being the son of Poseidon, you could feel your consciousness slowly slipping away, leaving the day behind.

“You know I love you, right?” he whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss on top of your head. But you didn’t hear him anymore, already drifting off to sleep.

Though he knew you loved him, too.

[moonlitstarfish]

Rainy days

a/n: first post, I’m scared. I’m pretty new to writing fanfiction so I’m open for any suggestions & feedback!

Percy Jackson x Cabin 7!Reader

Rainy days were a rarity at camp. But every once in a while, after all the campers have formed an alliance to annoy Chiron for days on end, he gave into their wishes. While everyone cherished these special occasions and enjoyed the rain outside, cabin seven took the opportunity to stay in for once.

Today was one of those days. You lodged yourself into your cozy cabin bed, the book you’ve been wanting to read for months already perched up in your hand. Today, you refused to get out of your nest for any unnecessary reason.

Percy Jackson, your beloved best friend, was one of those unnecessary reasons.

“Please Y/N, I promise it’s going to be fun!” his low voice from outside was making you regret choosing the bed right next to the window.

You stayed silent, sinking even deeper into the cushions of your bed, as if that was enough of an answer for the son of Poseidon.

“Who knows when it’s going to be the next time Chrion allows rain into the camp?” he continued pleading with you, standing right before outside the window next to your bed. He was already completely drenched from head to toe, raindrops falling from his black curls as his eyes were boring into the skull of your head.

You groaned, trying to sink even further into the cushions, hoping he will back off if you continued to ignore him. Although you knew it was a lost cause. Percy was the most stubborn person you’ve ever met. While you’d normally find this incredibly endearing, right now you just wanted to drown out his pure existence and focus on the book in your hand.

After a while of continuing to ignore Percy’s whining, you heard his footsteps turn away from the window. You couldn’t quite believe it, did he seriously just give up?

You dared to glance outside and indeed, Percy Jackson was walking away from you.

You suddenly sat up and stared after him. A mix of disbelief and guilt settling into your stomach. You knew how much he loved rainy days, you knew how excited and happy he got, when those rare days actually happened. What you didn’t know is that Percy loved those days the most, because he always got to spend them with you, and only you.

Every rainy day Percy has spent at camp, he spent it with you. Whether it was teasing you with his water abilities, playing in the mud as you two were only kids or nowadays just sitting somewhere and enjoying your presence while the rain drizzled on you. Percy and you have been spending any rainy day together. And now you were refusing to get out.

With a heavy sigh, you draped yourself out of your warm heaven, your siblings already giving you knowing looks as you walked out of the door.

“Percy!” you yelled after him and he immediately whipped around, a bright grin already spreading onto his face.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me, sunshine!” he teased as you approached him with rolling eyes.

So in the end, you did get out of bed. But, maybe Percys special smile you only ever got to see, when it was just the two of you enjoying a quiet moment, made the reason you got out of it not as unnecessary as you thought.