okay hear me out, will is NOT a sunshine, he's snarky and sarcastic, and even moodier than nico. just bc he's blonde with blue eyes and a healer doesn't mean he's rapunzel's twin 😭
leo’s 100% the kinda guy to make “danger’s my middle name” type jokes, and I think after awhile piper would start keeping track of all the adjectives or whatever he’s said is his middle name. at some point she’s mad and pulls out the full name and he just has to sit there for a minute while she runs through a list of 20-30 adjectives, knowing he’s about to get reamed out to hell ans back
world you consider an angsty one shot with percy ? maybe taking a blow meant for him and almost dying on the battlefield?
keep your eyes open
pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader
genre: angst
synopsis: Being a demigod was hard. Monsters enjoyed being menaces, wanting to take every opportunity to try and kill demigods for whatever reason they had. Fighting them was one thing. Fighting alongside your boyfriend was another. But, monsters can’t help but become terrified of the son of Poseidon when they harm the one thing he truly loves—you.
warnings: established relationship, reader’s godly parent isn’t specified, reader is badass w a sword, mentions of injuries, near death experience, angry!percy, panic, happy ending!
w/c: 2.8k
ྀིpercy jackson masterlist
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
Percy Jackson was sure the gods took pleasure in giving him quest after quest, sitting on the edge of their seats every time he nearly died and failed. He was also sure they were constantly placing bets behind Poseidon’s back, because he liked to believe his father would put an end to it if he knew. At least he hoped.
Percy’s sword felt heavy in his hand as he slashed through monsters, the wave of them seeming to never end. He was exhausted, having used a multitude of his powers, and there was no body of water in sight. Only the water that now soaks the ground. It would be enough to keep him alive, but not to survive this. Nonetheless, Percy surged forward, refusing to give in to his body’s tiredness.
You watched him take on monster after monster, holding your breath as you kept praying that he would win against the herd of monsters. You were preoccupied yourself, dealing with your own crowd of dracaenae, the monsters desperate to kill you. You narrowed your eyes, lifting your own sword to guard your face as you dove head first into the crowd.
Despite being on opposite ends of the battlefield, you and Percy practically fought side by side, killing your own designated herd of monsters. Though, yours wasn’t quite as large as Percy’s. And you most certainly weren’t running out of power. For once, you silently thank Charlie for practically forcing you to become well-equipped with your sword and hand-to-hand combat, utilizing that as your main weapon rather than your own powers.
“You will die,” the seventh dracaena spoke, tilting it’s ugly head at you.
You cock a brow, “you’re the seventh one to say that.”
It hisses at you, baring it’s sharp teeth as it lunges, aiming straight for your neck. Out of pure instinct, you hurl the blade of your sword in front of you, cutting straight through the monster’s neck. You watch in satisfaction as it turns to dust, your imperial gold sword shining in the light.
You hear a scream to your right, quickly snapping your head in it’s direction. Percy was still fighting the herd of monsters, and you could tell he was having trouble keeping up against them. You break into a run, pumping your legs as you close the large distance between the two of you. You start breaking through the crowd of monsters that were slowly sneaking up on him, slashing your sword in every direction as dust begins to surround you.
“Go back!” Percy shouts towards you, calling over his shoulder.
“I’m not leaving you! I’m fine,” you assure, turning towards another group of monsters.
Percy, always a stubborn man, reluctantly listens. He knows he won’t be able to do it alone, and considering you’re the only one brave enough to stand by his side, as always, he lets you stay. He knows you can hold your own, and won’t do anything stupid like he always does.
Together, you two fight side by side, quickly decreasing the number of monsters in a matter of minutes. You were panting, sweat coating your body as your camp half-blood shirt sticks to your skin. It made you shiver, you hated the feeling of your shirt sticking to you. You pocketed the disgust away, focusing at the task at hand. Noticing no more monsters were coming your way, you turn back to Percy, becoming acutely aware of something.
You notice him before he notices you. The monster sneaks behind Percy, its deformed hand clutching an abandoned dagger. It’s hand begins to raise, ready to plunge the dagger into Percy’s back. You may be the intelligent one of the pair, but you don’t bother thinking as you rush forward, sliding in front of Percy just as the monster juts it’s dagger forward. The tip of the blade meets your abdomen, and you suddenly regret opting to wear armor. You cry out, the sound of your cry and your sword clattering against the ground making Percy instinctively snap his head around, instantly seeing you clutch the dagger that’s now sticking out of your body.
Percy’s vision narrows, the only thing he could see was you, crying out in pain, and him. Any feeling of weakness immediately leaves Percy’s body, it instead is replaced by pure rage. Without blinking an eye, Percy throws riptide in the monster’s direction, killing it almost immediately. He catches your swaying body, holding you close to his chest as he kneels on the ground.
You go to open your mouth—to scold Percy for leaving himself vulnerable with other monsters still on the field, but with a quick blurry glance behind him, you can see that they are all gone. Did he summon a sheer amount of power to simply make them vanish? You didn’t know, and you didn’t have it in you to properly think.
“I told you to go back,” Percy hisses, eyes frantic as he tries to think of a way to help you.
“I didn’t want to leave you,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to manage the pain. It was no use.
“Hey,” Percy’s hand finds the side of your face, “open your eyes, angel.”
You open your eyes, the sight of Percy’s sea-green eyes making you feel slightly better. You loved being in his arms, it made you feel safe, even if you currently had a dagger in your stomach.
“I need you to stay awake for me, I’m going to find Will.”
“Don’t leave,” you beg, hand gripping his sweaty shirt. “Please.”
Percy knows it’s too risky to move you with him, and he had no idea where Will Solace even was. He was probably at their makeshift base, which wasn’t too far—but he didn’t want to make your injury worse. He felt it was safer to bring Will to you, recalling Will’s words when he had brought an injured Annabeth during the Battle of Manhattan.
“Moving them makes it worse,” Will’s warm voice fills Percy’s senses as he desperately tried to make a decision. The more he waited, the worse it would get for you.
“Your wound will get worse if I move you. I have to get Will,” Percy soothed a hand over your hair, looking in your eyes, as if he’s committing it to memory.
“No,” your voice comes out weaker than you intended, and you see a flash of panic go through Percy’s eyes.
Knowing how stubborn you can be, Percy decides to risk it. He’d rather you die in his arms than alone on the field. With newfound strength, he scoops you into his arms, lifting you as he starts the distance between him and base. He knew running would make it much worse, so he walked as quickly as he could while minimally moving you, using his long legs to his advantage.
His heart broke at the way you would whimper every time you got moved from his speed, the dagger pierced your body to the hilt. It took everything in you to not close your eyes and give in to the fuzzy feeling that surrounded your head like a blanket, while also trying to ignore the pain. The feeling of Percy’s arms under you grounded you, and with the strength you had leftover—you clutched onto his shirt, letting him know you were still with him.
Percy pushed any panicking thoughts out of his mind, he would make it in time. He had to. He refused to lose you just because you were too stubborn to leave him on the battlefield. Especially when he was reckless enough to not keep an eye on his back. Gods, he hated being a demigod. Your grip on his shirt kept him calm—knowing you had some strength left gave him the hope that you’d be okay.
Percy’s heart jumped when he saw the familiar structure of the makeshift base they had produced when they arrived hours ago, before the battle begun. He looked down on you, his heart breaking at the sight of your paler skin and glassy eyes, barely holding on.
“We’re almost there, I promise,” he whispers to you, and you weakly nod in acknowledgment, not having the strength to speak.
When had you gotten this weak? You didn’t realize the effects the wound had on your body until he spoke to you—you were too distracted in keeping a grip on him and pocketing your pain to notice. Still, you found the ability to at least nod at him, ignoring the metallic taste of blood that was rising in your throat.
Percy never really prays, not like other demigods. His father knows he loves him, and he knows his father loves him. During this walk, Percy prayed the most he has ever in his entire life to every god. His father, Apollo, even Zeus. He needed as much favor on his side, because Percy refused to lose you.
Grover sees his friend in the distance, eyes widening at your limp body in his arms. Without needing to hear his best friend’s voice, he opened the door, calling out to Will Solace as the blonde boy emerged from the tent. His eyes widened at your state from the distance, immediately grabbing his field medic kit as he ran towards the two of you.
“What happened?” He questioned, taking in your state.
“She took a dagger for me,” Percy answered. “And before you scold me, I know, she wouldn’t let me leave her to come get you.”
You barely registered Percy’s words, or the fact that Will Solace was standing next to you. All you were aware of was Percy’s presence beneath you, and you clung to it as if it’s your life-force.
“Get her in here,” Will lead the way, urgently making room for you to lay on a cot. “I know you want to be in here, but you have to leave.”
“But—“ Percy begins once he settles you on the cot.
“Percy.” Will gives him a look, and he knows the boy is right. Percy nods, dipping down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead as he leaves, praying to Apollo that you will live.
Percy watches as Will’s siblings surround you, and the sight of you giving a small smile to him through the threshold is all he gets before the door is closed, leaving him with his thoughts. Grover comes behind him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as Percy breaks into a sob. Wordlessly, Grover pulls him into a hug, allowing his best friend to be vulnerable in this moment. Grover knows too well how Percy feels about you, and can only imagine what he’s feeling right now. Especially with how many people Percy has lost so far. The satyr was unsure if Percy would survive if you didn’t.
Percy wasn’t sure when he ended up on the floor. Grover never left his side, sitting next to Percy against the wall as they waited for any news. The remaining demigods knew what was going on inside the makeshift infirmary, but said nothing. You were a beloved member of camp, and Percy knew he wouldn’t be the only one grieving if you didn’t survive. Everyone would.
After what felt like eternity, Will emerges from the room, an unintelligible expression written on his face. Percy analyzed the expression, trying to figure out if it was good news or bad news. He comes up short, deciding on standing and removing the distance between himself and the son of Apollo. Grover scrambles up, following Percy. Grover nervously pulls on his fingers, fearing the worst.
“Well?” Percy furrows his brows, eyes widened. “What is it?” Percy swallows the lump in his throat, sending one final prayer before Will responds.
“She lost a lot of blood,” Will begins, running a hand through his disheveled curls. “But she’ll recover.”
Percy releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Grover places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, also relieved you were okay. “Can I see her?” Percy questions, even if Will said no, he would find a way into your room.
“Yes, but she’s sleeping.” Will answers, moving to the side as to let Percy through.
Percy nods, stepping through the threshold and into the infirmary. Grover doesn’t follow, giving his best friend the space and privacy he knows he wants. Percy’s eyes immediately find your sleeping body, taking in your appearance. You still looked pale, but you had gained a little more color from the IV line that was connected to you. Your camp shirt had been cut in half, still covering your chest as he took in the large bandage that tightly wrapped around your abdomen.
The son of Poseidon sits on the chair next to your cot, gingerly grabbing your hand as he holds it. He doesn’t want to wake you, or make you feel any sort of pain, so he’s careful with his movements. He doesn’t realize how sleep is slowly dragging him away from you, the adrenaline of todays events finally dissipating. He allows Hypnos to take him, falling into a deep sleep knowing you were alive.
The smell of antiseptic and medicine slowly brings you out of your sleep, squeezing your eyes and you peel them open, adjusting to the bright light. From the smell, the annoyingly bright lights, and the uncomfortable cot—you immediately realize you’re in the infirmary. You scrunch your nose in confusion, before realization dawns on you—you were injured.
Rolling your head to the left, you notice a couple of hand-picked flowers in a makeshift vase—the vase being an empty glass bottle—with a note leaning against it. From your favorite campers. You immediately recognized Connor Stoll’s handwriting, and you make a mental note to thank him later. Only Connor would hand-pick flowers and probably injured himself in the process.
When you roll your head to the other side, your heart melts at the sight of Percy sleeping in the chair next to you, lightly holding your hand. His black hair is tousled—either from pulling on it or sleeping—you weren’t sure. As always, he looked so peaceful sleeping, and you felt bad for wanting to wake him up. The want to see his sea-green eyes overruled everything, and you found yourself squeezing his hand, watching him slowly stir.
Percy wasn’t one to wake quickly. In fact, he was notoriously known for being a heavy sleeper and having the ability to sleep through anything and everything. But the moment he felt your hand squeezing his, he immediately snapped out of his dreamless sleep. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming that you had squeezed his hand, but once he snapped open his eyes and saw yours gazing back into his, he couldn’t help but feel so happy.
He stood up, sitting on the edge of your bed, his hip lightly brushing yours. “How do you feel, angel?”
You hesitate for a moment, you couldn’t really feel anything. It must be the morphine Will had given you repetitively throughout your sleep—ensuring you were as comfortable as possible. You ignored the fuzzy feeling throughout your body, your entire focus was on Percy.
“Numb,” you attempt to joke, but it falls short.
Percy offers a half-tipped smile, his sea-green eyes twinkling. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Me too,” you whisper, interlocking your fingers with his.
“But,” he begins, and you know you’re in for one of Percy Jackson’s infamous lectures. “If you ever do something like that again, I’m never letting you have my mom’s cooking ever again.”
You gasp, feigning shock, though with the morphine in your body—you are genuinely shocked. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh yes I would,” he narrows his eyes at you, but they still hold the same mischievous glint you fell in love with.
You groan, “this is what I get for protecting my boyfriend?”
“Not when you almost died,” his hand comes up, smoothing back some of your hair. His thumb caresses your temple, and you sigh out at the contact.
“Can we go home?”
He chuckles, “not until Will approves. I can go get him if you want.”
“No,” you respond. “Not yet. I want to stay like this for a little.”
Maybe it was the loopy feeling making you say these things, because Percy knows had you not had any medicine in your body, you’d be demanding him to get Will. No, you’d be getting him yourself. Secretly, Percy was perfectly content with staying like this with you for a little longer before getting Will. Simply being in each other’s presence. For once, he felt grateful for being a demigod, because he allowed himself to believe that the gods were in his favor for once. As long as you were breathing and alive, Percy was content with his life as a demigod.
Percy dips down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. You sigh out in content, nuzzling against his forehead once he rests his against yours. You two stay like that for a while, not until Percy goes and gets Will, too impatient to get you home to his comfortable bed.
all of the lost trio know how to sew but for wildly different reasons
Piper learned from constantly cutting up and changing her girly clothes as a kid. Turning dresses into shirts, skirts into pants, etc
Leo learned from having to maintain his clothes while on and out of foster homes. He constantly had to be able to fix rips, adjust things to his size, and other maintenance stuff
Jason knows from having to stitch his and other demigods to wounds on quests. Although he can sew clothes he’s used to sewing up cuts and taking out stitches the right way so they don’t get infected
