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You Let Me Win
Percy Jackson x Daughter of Ares Reader
Summary: You keep trying to beat him. He keeps trying to love you. Somewhere in the middle, you let him.
Requested: yes, anonymous
"You're dead, Jackson!"
Percy laughed as he dodged your swing, backing up with his hands raised. "Babe, come on—"
"Don't 'babe' me!" You advanced on him, sword still raised even though you both knew you weren't actually going to hurt him. Much. "You let me win!"
"I did not let you win!"
"Percy." You lowered your blade, crossing your arms. "I know when someone's holding back. My dad's the god of war, remember? I can read combat like you read the ocean."
Your boyfriend had the decency to look guilty, running a hand through his blonde hair. A few campers training nearby were trying very hard to pretend they weren't watching the show. You and Percy arguing was always entertainment.
"Okay, maybe I was a little distracted," he admitted.
"By what?"
"You." He stepped closer, that troublemaker smile spreading across his face. "You had this really cute concentrated look, and the sun was hitting your hair, and I just—"
"Oh my gods, stop." You felt heat rising to your cheeks, betraying you completely. This was the worst part about dating Percy Jackson—he could make you go from war-ready to flustered in seconds. "You're not allowed to use the boyfriend card to get out of a proper fight."
"Pretty sure I am. It's in the boyfriend handbook."
"There's no handbook."
"Sure there is. Rule one: always tell your girlfriend she looks amazing, even when she's threatening you with a sword."
You tried to maintain your glare, you really did. But his grin was infectious, and despite your Ares-given temper, you felt your lips twitching. "You're impossible."
"And yet you're dating me." Percy closed the distance between you, gently lowering your sword arm. "Rematch? For real this time. Full effort."
"Promise?"
"On the Styx."
You narrowed your eyes. "That's serious."
"I'm seriously not trying to get murdered by my girlfriend for throwing a fight." He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "Even if she is really cute when she's threatening me."
"Jackson—"
"Sparring! Right! Going!" He jogged backward toward his starting position, Riptide already uncapped.
As you raised your sword again, you caught sight of Clarisse making exaggerated gagging noises from across the arena. You shot her your middle finger without breaking eye contact with Percy.
"Your sister's watching," Percy noted.
"She's always watching. She thinks we're 'disgustingly soft.'"
"Are we?"
"Probably," you admitted. Then you lunged forward with a real strike—no holding back this time. Percy's eyes widened as he barely parried. "But I'm still going to kick your ass."
"There's my girl," he laughed, meeting your next strike with genuine effort.
The fight was fast and fierce, exactly how you liked it. This was better—Percy matching your intensity, reading your moves, pushing back with his own offense. This was the kind of battle that made your blood sing, made you feel alive.
When you finally managed to disarm him, sending Riptide flying, you had him backed against the arena wall with your blade at his throat. Both of you were breathing hard, sweat-soaked and grinning.
"Yield?" you asked.
"Never," Percy said, but his eyes were sparkling. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"Flattery after you've lost?"
"Just facts." His hand came up to gently wrap around your wrist—not forcing your blade away, just touching you. "I'm crazy about you."
Your heart did that stupid flutter thing again. "Even though I just destroyed you?"
"Especially because you just destroyed me."
You lowered your sword, shaking your head with a smile you couldn't suppress. "You're lucky you're cute, Jackson."
"Yeah, I really am."
"Shut up." You leaned in and kissed him, tasting salt and sweat and victory. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer despite the armor and weapons between you.
Someone—definitely Clarisse—yelled, "GET A CABIN!"
You pulled back just enough to shout, "MIND YOUR BUSINESS!" before kissing Percy again.
"Your siblings hate me," he murmured against your lips.
"They hate everyone. You're actually growing on them."
"Really?"
"Well, you make me happy. And you can hold your own in a fight. That's all that matters to children of Ares." You stepped back, extending your hand. "Come on, seaweed brain. I'll let you buy me fries at the pavilion."
"You mean I'll let you steal my fries."
"Same thing."
Percy laced his fingers through yours as you walked out of the arena together, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. The gesture was soft, sweet—everything your siblings would mock you for.
You didn't care. Let them talk. You were a daughter of war who'd somehow found peace in the arms of a son of the sea.
And you wouldn't change it for anything.
Percy waking up with no memories but that he hates a bitch named Ares and that he’s wifed up
give me girl dad ares and my firstborn is yours ‼️‼️
“Percy being traumatized for 7 minutes” compilations this and “Percy nearly dying for 5 minutes straight” videos that.
Nah, I can’t wait for “Percy having problems with authority for 10 whole minutes”
cousin bonding 🥰
“Ares…is a moron.”
I honestly don’t think that anyone is more amused by the whole “this douchebag decided to try and fight the child of the sea god on a fucking beach” of it all than Poseidon.
it just occurred to me that nobody bothered to tell Annabeth about Ares and the helm and the bolt since she was in asphodel.
Girl saw her bestie challenge a god to combat with no context a couple hours before her oldest friend tried to kill her bestie. The girl must be confuzzled.