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Battle of the Percys

summary : Walker Scobell, who's portraying Percy Jackson in the new series, has a huge crush on you, Logan Lerman's wife.

word count : 0.8k

pairing/s : Logan Lerman x Actress! Reader (ft. Walker Scobell).

warning/s : none, unless you count Walker's one-sided love?

here's my masterlist! Along with Part 2!

Note : Logan Lerman will always have a space in my heart. The reader is supposedly a little younger than Logan in this one.

Walker Scobell had no filter.

And no, that wasn’t an opinion.

It was a cosmic fact.

Like gravity, taxes, and the unholy truth that your phone battery dies the moment you really need it.

Spend thirty seconds with Walker and you’d get it.

The kid talked like he had a bomb strapped to his soul that would detonate if he didn’t make everyone laugh in under a minute.

Full speed ahead (guys, listen to EPIC) into chaos.

So when Disney+ handed him the role of Percy Jackson, he didn’t just step into the dream.

He cannonballed into it with the Camp Half-Blood flag in one hand, Blue coke on the other while screaming "FOR OLYMPUS!"

But there was one tiny, awkward, universe-crushing problem.

Logan Lerman.

The Original Percy Jackson™.

Sure, the movies had the emotional depth of a wet napkin, but that didn’t matter.

Logan was still The Guy.

Charming. Grounded. Hot enough to make Aphrodite weep.

Even Walker had to admit: damn him and his stupid perfect face.

And his stupid perfect vibe.

And his amazing, goddess of a wife.

You.

The famous actress Walker had been secretly obsessed with since before he knew what hormones were.

Who he used to think he might someday meet... only to find out you were now married to his predecessor.

Life is a bitch.

To be fair, he tried to be chill about it.

He swore he was chill about it.

Because he was so young when you and Logan started dating.

Walker was, like, ten— too busy eating Lunchables to fight for your hand in marriage. (Age gaps: awkward in real life, hot in fanfiction.)

Until he learned why you liked Logan in the first place.

Because you, the woman of his actual dreams, is a Percy Jackson fangirl. A superfan.

Rick Riordan said so himself. You owned the books, knew the songs from the musical (if you cried during Good Kid, same), probably had Camp Half-Blood merch in your house.

Logan even joked once that you married him for being Percy, and you didn’t deny it.

Walker snapped. This is his villain origin story.

Justice must be served.

Leah rolled her eyes. Aryan sang Adele like it was 2011 again.

And Walker? He declared a war.

"I was Percy Jackson in the wrong timeline." He’d dramatically declare in interviews, panels, even in craft services. "Logan stole my Annabeth! I never even got a chance, man."

Or worse...

"If I were ten years older, she’d be flipping off strangers with me at the Lotte Palace Hotel in New York like Blair and Chuck. But noooo. She picked Nate. She picked domestic bliss in some mansion on a hill. Ugh. Boring."

You thought it was hilarious. So did your husband.

"He really likes you." Logan murmured one night, scrolling through Walker’s chaotic tweets about doomed love and being born too late.

"Jealous?"

He kissed your cheek, pulling you closer. "Of a kid tall enough to body-slam me into the sun? Not yet."

Walker took it online.

And you played along.

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@y/n : Walker, honey, you need therapy. @w.scobell : And you need a new husband. Coincidence? I think not! 🧐

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@y/n : Seek help, child. 🤘🏻👩🏻 @w.scobell : Seek divorce, (Y/N). 🌝

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@y/n : I’ll literally pay you to stop. 😭 @w.scobell : Enough for a time machine, and we'll talk.

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@y/n : Can you chill? @w.scobell : Can you rethink your marriage?🥺

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@unclerick : Walker is basically Percy if Annabeth dumped him for Luke. Painfully accurate. @w.scobell : This heartbreak wasn’t in my contract, Rick.

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@y/n : Manifesting good vibes only this week! @w.scobell : Manifesting a time machine and annulment papers.

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@y/n : Stop tweeting about stealing me. My husband can see these. @w.scobell : Good. Maybe he’ll finally start locking the doors.

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@y/n : Who let you cook? @w.scobell : You did. The day you married the wrong man.

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@y/n : Just had the best iced coffee of my life. @w.scobell : Was it better than the love we could’ve had?

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@y/n : Trying not to engage with trolls today. @w.scobell : Funny. I’m trying to replace one.

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@y/n : I'm married. @w.scobell : So was Helen of Troy.

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@y/n : Feeling loved today. 💕 @w.scobell : I’m feeling robbed.

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@y/n : Self-care is letting go. @w.scobell : Let go of Logan. You’ll feel better.

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@y/n : I have a restraining order in the drafts. @w.scobell : I have our wedding vows in mine.

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@y/n : You need to move on. @w.scobell : I need you to realize I’m the reboot AND the upgrade.

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And when you finally met at a premiere?

Walker lit up like the Empire State Building on a godly bender.

You went in for a friendly hug, but he wasn't having it and spun you around like a long lost lover in a telenovela.

Then he shook Logan’s hand like it was a funeral.

"Take care of her, man." Walker said, every inch of a drama queen. "Because one day, I will be grown. And I will steal her."

When you wandered off to do press, Logan turned to Walker.

"On a serious note, I'm glad it's you playing Percy. The role is in good hands."

"Thanks. Shame (Y/N) isn't."

"Good luck waiting, kid. I'm not dying anytime soon."

Walker's eyes glinted. "You sure about that?"

Logan's smile falters.

Walker just winks and walked away, leaving behind glittering confidence and the vague smell of teenage rebellion.

Logan hugged you tighter than usual that night.

He never said why.

But from that day on… he started locking the doors.

Highjack

“A$AP right up on my gut and thats a life tat”

everyones reaction to you getting tattoo over break

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an: i just wanted a excuse to use highjack bcs i love that song rn #longliveA$AP

Never Again

summary : All things pass, even this one. Last part of Second to None.

word count : 1.0k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader

warning/s: what term do you use when a god almost kills a demigod... family bonding? 🤷🏻‍♀️

here is my masterlist! along with the Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3!

Note : I am NEVER writing a series again. It wasn't even meant to be one. Anyways, white represents clarity and a blank slate. If you don't like the ending, I guess write your own? 😊

By the time you reached the Underworld, Hades received you without question.

Nico and Hazel came too, though neither stayed long.

They understood this wasn’t something they could carry for you.

For the first time in months, you could breathe.

Your heart still ached, but it no longer felt like it was crushing you from the inside out.

There were no expectations in your father's palace.

No lingering ghosts in every glance, no echoes of what you had lost.

Only the space to finally feel everything you had been running from.

In quieter moments, you thought that maybe leaving Percy a note instead of facing him had been dramatic.

Still, something was wrong.

A tremor in the water of your cup.

Ripples disturbing the surface of your bath.

You asked Hades about it, and he answered with two words.

"Pest control."

He also told you to rest and enjoy the peace he had granted you.

You didn’t listen.

And gods, you were glad you didn’t.

Because beyond the palace walls, there was war.

Monsters. Screams. Chaos.

And one man cutting through it all.

A single figure tore through the defenses of the Underworld like a storm given flesh.

Percy Jackson was drenched in blood and dirt, wounds carved into him like proof that he refused to stop.

Riptide moved through shadows like it belonged there, effortless and precise.

There was no restraint in him.

Only fury and purpose.

And then it hit you.

He was here for you.

Hades had wrapped the truth in illusion with the Mist and manufactured a peace, carefully concealed reality.

And the restless water had been Percy.

Reaching for you.

"Go back inside, child." Hades said. "Let him suffer."

"Percy is going to die."

"He will only hurt you again."

You faltered, because he wasn’t wrong.

Percy had hurt you.

Unintentionally, but deeply enough to shake everything you thought you knew.

Your worth. Your love. Yourself.

However, this wasn’t right either.

You had hurt him too. You left.

You didn’t fight for clarity and chose silence.

Distance instead of honesty.

You're both to blame for a mess neither of you knew how to fix.

"Please." You whispered, gripping Hades’ hand. "Let him go. I love him. I still love him."

"After everything?"

"Yes."

For one terrible moment, you thought Hades might end it all where Percy stood.

Instead, he appeared in front of you.

You rushed forward, but he didn’t collapse into you as expected.

He dropped to his knees at your feet, akin to a sinner offering himself up for judgment.

"Percy?"

A broken sound cut you off.

Sobs.

His head hung so low, it touched the ground.

"(Y/N), I’m sorry."

You forced yourself to stay steady and grabbed his shoulders. "You need to get up."

"I deserved it." He choked out, voice raw. "I deserved all of it."

"No, my love" The endearment slipped before you could stop it. "Don't say that."

You tried to pull him up again, and he let you.

"I love you." He said desperately, hands gripping your waist like you were the only solid thing left in his world. "I love you—I always have, I always—"

His voice cracked.

Then he went limp.

Panic surged through you, yet Hades remained unbothered.

"He is not dead."

A pause.

"That would have been mercy. What he endured was not."

His gaze lingered on Percy with disappointment.

"A fraction." He added. "Of what you endured in silence."

The servants carried Percy away, and you did not leave his side.

Even unconscious, he clung to you.

Your name and apologies spilling from his lips like prayers he couldn’t stop saying.

Hours passed before he finally woke.

And immediately locked eyes with you.

You recognized that baby seal look right away.

"Percy—"

"I’M SORRY, I WAS AN IDIOT!"

You raised your hand and he immediately covered his mouth.

Gods. You had missed this.

His chaos. His volume. Him.

"I should be the one to apologize. I left instead of talking to you, and just assumed the worst instead of the truth."

"You had every reason to." He cut in immediately. "If I’d just been clearer, paid attention, and explained myself properly... None of this would’ve happened"

Silence settled between you again, fragile and uncertain.

Finally, you asked, softer, "Then tell me, Percy… what do you really want?"

"You." He answered quickly.

Then winced.

"…Okay, wow, that sounded unbelievably corny. Hold on, let me think of something cooler."

Despite everything, a laugh escaped you.

A real one.

Somehow, he still managed to make this moment humorous.

Percy blinked. "You’re laughing. Is that good, or am I about to die?"

"No." You shook your head. "You’re not dying."

Your smile softened, and he waited for you to speak again.

"I love you, Percy. I just don’t know what comes next, or what to do."

"I get it. Because I don’t either. I just know I want you."

"Percy, Annabeth—"

"She matters to me." He admitted gently, taking your hand. "But so do you."

His thumb brushed your knuckles.

"I’m not leaving this, us, to fate. Never again."

"You chose me?"

"There's no choice. It's only you. And if you choose me? We'll figure this shit out— together."

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed in every direction at once.

Love. Exhaustion. Fear. Relief.

"I think my thoughts get the best of me sometimes."

"Then we'll deal with them together." He murmured, wrapping an arm around you. "Whatever trauma, insecurity, or cursed playlist is currently ruining your peace."

"You make it sound easy."

"No, it's not." He chuckled. "But I’ll talk to Annabeth. I respect her place in my life. But if she wants to stay in it, she has to respect yours too."

You studied him for a long moment.

Then nodded.

"Okay."

His grin returned like a sun breaking through storm clouds.

"Good, now give me cuddles. Your dad literally tried to kill me."

You looked down. "No amount of apology will—"

"Eh." Percy said, already dragging you with him on the bed. "Funny story for the grandkids."

Meanwhile, in the throne room, Hades' eye twitched.

"They’re back together."

Nico groaned. "And here I was hoping I could set her up with Jason. Imagine the blond, shadow-traveling cherubs."

Hazel stared at him. "What?"

"Nothing." He sighed. "Love wins as always. Yey. Great. Whatever. Can I beat Percy now?"

Always You

summary : second to none but Percy's POV.

word count : 1.0k

type : imagines

pairing/s involved : Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader

warning/s : idiocy?

here is my masterlist! along with the Part 1, Part 2, and Last Part!

Note : Red represents Percy's anger. Or I just got tired of thinking of another color lol. Haven't proofread either, I'm too lazy.

Ever been in denial so deep, it should’ve been classified as an ocean trench? And then you realize—

Oh gods. I’m not the clown. I'm the whole circus. The tightrope, the cotton candy machine, and that one depressed elephant with trust issues.

Because how could he have been this clueless?

There really ought to be a word for someone who’s an explosive cocktail of heartbreak, optimism, and pure, unfiltered dumbassery.

If there was, it’d be "Percy".

When Annabeth ended things, it didn’t feel like a breakup.

Think Mount Vesuvius meets puberty.

Or a cyclops had smashed the foundations of everything he was.

He didn’t cry. But his soul? Full-on screaming.

And the worst part? He saw it coming. Signs that lit up in neon, dancing around with fireworks and backup singers.

But then he thought, No. We endure.

'Endure' being their favorite hobby as a couple.

They endured Tartarus, cursed quests, jealousy, Hera’s memory-scrambling nonsense, and Grover’s nightly lullabies that sounded like a wounded banshee.

Surely they could survive Annabeth's existential crisis?

Apparently not.

And yet, he held onto hope. That stupid, cockroach-level resilient hope that Annabeth would change her mind. That she had to come back.

And then you showed up.

At first, he convinced himself you were just a friend.

A good one. The best.

The weirdly perfect paradox: child of Hades but glowed like you fell out of Apollo’s Spotify playlist.

Percy thought, Cool. A friend. Totally not gonna spiral into emotional chaos over this person. Definitely not attracted.

You also had this way of seeing through people; like your eyes skipped past the shields, looked straight into the damage, and loved them anyway.

You made Camp feel like home. You made him feel like someone worth staying for.

You even made Clarisse laugh, which should’ve been a sign of the apocalypse.

So, yeah, Percy was doomed.

Because every time you smiled at him, and he forgot how breathing worked.

That’s when it clicked.

He wasn’t waiting for Annabeth anymore.

He was waiting for you.

Grover, of course, tried to warn him. "Heal first. Don’t drag (Y/N) into your emotional debris field."

But it wasn’t about filling a void or a distraction. It wasn’t about forgetting Annabeth. It never was.

It was just about you. Your laugh, your light, the weird way you snort when you laugh too hard, how you inhale your food, even the way you say his name like it’s worth something.

Somewhere between the grief and denial, you took his heart and refused to it give it back.

And it was good. Beautiful, even.

Unfortunately, moving on doesn’t come with a straight path. Especially when the ghost of your ex is still crashing your emotional Wi-Fi.

Annabeth lingered.

The silver pendant she gave him still hung around his neck, choking him. And every time you touched his hand, he flinched— not because he didn’t want it, but because he desperately needed you to.

It felt like betrayal to her.

He wasn't in love with Annabeth anymore, but he hadn’t let go either.

Percy didn’t want to lose either of you.

He still wanted her as a friend, and you? As everything else.

So when she came back around, all nostalgia and inside jokes, he clung to that, told himself it meant she wanted to rebuild a friendship.

Right until that night.

"If I asked for a second chance… would you give it?"

He hesitated.

Because how do you tell the girl who once held your future that she no longer owns it?

Before he could answer, she kissed him.

"Choose me." She whispered. "You know it’s always been me."

And for the first time, her lips didn’t feel familiar.

He just felt sick. Angry. Stupid.

Because now he understood— your quiet withdrawals, your tired eyes, the way your laughter didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore.

You weren’t just giving him space. You were leaving.

While Annabeth was reaching for him once more, you were already halfway out the door.

And, unknowingly, Percy let it happen.

By the time he found your note— "I wish you and Annabeth the best. Don’t let her go this time." — he knew.

He was too late.

"No, (Y/N). No, no, no..."

He searched the camp like a man possessed but when he realized you actually left (Will shared that Nico is also gone), he didn’t even think.

He summoned Mrs. O’Leary with panic in his chest and your scent clinging to the air.

Straight to the Underworld. In your father's palace.

BLAG!

He collided with Grover, who barged in his cabin.

"Percy, Annabeth is crying! What's—?!"

"I screwed up!" Percy gasped, tears already running. "I need to find (Y/N)! Now!"

“Dude, calm down!" He held Percy back with his entire strength.

"No, let me go!"

It took a few minutes for him to finally collapse with exhaustion, his face in his hands. Mrs. O’Leary whined and rested her massive head on his lap.

"I ruined everything." He whimpered, crying like the broken kid he still is. "I broke us. I broke (Y/N). I'm so stupid."

Grover sighs like a tired parent, already packing a bag for him. "...Where did she run off to?"

"Hades' Palace."

"And you're leaving with just your sword?! Are you deranged?!"

"Yes!" Percy sobbed, fully unhinged. "I need her! I want her back!"

"Do you even have a plan?"

Percy sniffled, sitting up. "Boom box under her window?"

"This. This is why she left you."

"I’m kidding!" He wailed. "I’ll just beg Hades not to obliterate me before I explain myself. Maybe he’ll be merciful."

"Merciful? Have you met the guy?"

"...You’re right. I’m gonna die. But do you think Hades will let me talk to his daughter before he sends me to the Fields of Eternal Regret?"

"OH GODS—"

Dying didn’t scare him. Not anymore.

Losing you did.

And maybe he didn’t know the perfect speech or know how to fix what he broke.

But he knew one thing.

He wasn’t letting you go.

Not without a fight.

Because you made him believe in things again.

Hope, healing, laughter, love— and he’d go to literal hell to get that back.

Again.

Pride, Prejudice, and Prophesies

summary : being courted by them during the regency era.

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Nico di Angelo x Noble! Reader

warning/s : a little spicy and implied discrimination against the common folk and bastards.

here is my masterlist!

Note : Alexa, play 'Material Girl'.

Jason Grace (The Perfect Gentleman)

Jason Grace was the kind of suitor mothers dreamed of and fathers cautiously sharpened their swords for.

Tall, golden, devastatingly handsome. He was the shining paragon of nobility.

I mean, literally. His father was Zeus. Or Jupiter. Or Jove. Whatever title Big Guy in the Sky preferred that century.

Beryl Grace was once a duchess of scandalous fame, married to a rich old man for status, but the moment she caught Zeus’ eye (and, well, other parts), Jason happened.

And because fate’s a twisted little minx, he grew up to be the Most Eligible Bachelor™.

In public? A model of restraint.

Gifts delivered in tasteful carriages. Chaperoned strolls at the right hour. A courteous bow and gentle hand at your waist.

Mothers swooned. Fathers approved.

In public? He's a tempest in a tea set.

"(Y/N)..." He'd murmur against your ear. "If society knew half the things I thought about you in that gown, I’d be exiled to Spain."

He listens to your ambitions like they're sacred verses. He brings you books banned by your governess and slips you letters at balls when no one’s looking.

Sometimes you swear he controls the weather.

When you’re happy, the skies are cloudless. When you cry, there’s thunder over London. You once screamed during an argument, and lightning struck a tree outside your estate.

Also...you can swear you saw him floating once. Two inches off the floor.

But he just grinned and blamed the wine.

Percy Jackson (The Scandalous Captain)

Percy Jackson was everything your mother warned you about.

A common-born rogue with no title, no shame, and no regard for proper society.

His only respectable feature? A fortune big enough to buy half of your town. And the other half if he felt like it.

Born to Sally Jackson, the secret best-selling author hiding behind a male pseudonym (because of course she was), Percy grew up in a dusty bookshop smelling like ink and peppermint drops.

But the sea always called.

Captain Jackson became the young, infamous explorer who found treasures in places no Englishman dared chart.

Women sighed. Men scowled.

Your parents allowed him to court you only because he made Poseidon-level bank.

Percy cared nothing for rules. Or propriety. Or your virtue.

Publicly, Percy is harmless. A teasing grin. A polite bow. A hand brushed against yours a moment too long.

Privately? Gods save you.

"Come away with me to the coast, (Y/N). I’ll show you what real waves feel like between your thighs."

He sneaks into your bedroom. Easily.

And you, poor thing, have to keep your voice down unless you want the whole estate to know just how fast he can turn a demure noble into a sinner.

Everyone says he can’t be tied down.

They’re right. Unless it’s to you.

Or your bedpost.

Nico Di Angelo (The Enigmatic Cryptid)

Every town has an alluring outsider.

Nico di Angelo is infamous across the ton for being the unnervingly young heir of a dead Italian noble line from his late mother, Maria.

People claim he speaks to ghosts and disappears for weeks at a time to 'consult with spirits.'

Fathers are wary. Mothers clutch pearls. Everyone else stares.

The rumors weren't wrong, as you found out.

Why?

Because our first encounter started when he approached you in a ball and said, "You look radiant. Also, your ancestor is still haunting your piano. I handled it."

Nico isn’t your typical suitor.

You’re not even sure if he is one.

He doesn’t bring flowers.

He doesn’t write letters dipped in rose-scented ink.

He doesn’t ask to court you in front of your family.

Instead, he just shows up. Like a shadow. Your shadow.

People feel bad for you because Nico follows you around like an aloof, adorable puppy.

Except you're not creeped out. You love it.

Nico listens to you. Intently. Quietly. As if every word you say pulls him a little more into the land of the living.

And sometimes, when the night is dark and the fire’s low, he says things like, "You make me feel alive. Like I’m not just surviving death anymore."

He never asks to court you. But you find black roses and dark-colored desserts on your windowsill, notes in your books, warmth in his hand when you’re cold.

You even sense darkness move to your will; balmy, not suffocating.

With Nico, love isn’t loud.

It’s whispered between shadows and candlelight.

✨ Dating Clovis | General headcanons of dating the son of Hypnos.

✨ I Worship You | They fell for a Greek deity (Jason Grace & Percy Jackson).

✨ Let's Break Up (I) | You try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend (Jason Grace, Percy Jackson & Nico Di Angelo).

✨ Let's Break Up (II) | You try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend (Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang & Will Solace).

✨ Phobia | Your phobia relates to your boyfriend's gifted godly abilities (Jason Grace, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang & Nico Di Angelo).

✨ Pride, Prejudice, and Prophecies | Being courted by them during the regency era.

✨ You Like... Who? | You tell your sister that you're in love with Octavian (Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque & Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano).

✨ A Girl Worth Fighting For | Percy finally realized what that song meant.

✨ Always You | Second to None but Percy's POV.

✨ Battle of the Percys | Walker Scobell, who's portraying Percy Jackson in the new series, has a huge crush on you, Logan Lerman's wife.

✨ Battle of the Percys : Round Two | Fans loved the tweets between you and Walker Scobell but what happens if your husband fights back?

✨ Chiron's Secret | Percy finds something particularly odd in Chiron's office.

✨ Falling in Love With Leo Valdez | Title speaks for itself. reader is a daughter of Poseidon. Timeline is from the Lost Hero to the Mark of Athena.

✨ First Doesn't Mean Forever | Second to None but Annabeth's POV.

✨ Half of Me | What would you give up for the love you lost?

✨ Never Again | All things passed, even this one. The last part of Second to None.

✨ Second to None | You may be Percy's girlfriend, but not his first choice.

✨ The Price of Promos | Percy is obsessed with you, but people ship you with Jason. What's worse is you two take advantage of it on certain situations.

✨ Way Back Home | Visiting May Castellan after the Battle of Manhattan.

✨ Annabeth Meets A Spider

✨ Guinea Pig

✨ Luke's Origin Villain Story

✨ Literal Guardian Angel

✨ Nickname Crisis

✨ Speechless

✨ Solangelo's Argument

✨ The Lightning Food Thief

Chiron's Secret

summary : Percy finds something particularly odd in Chiron's office.

word count : 0.7k

type : imagines

pairing/s : apart from canon of the riordanverse characters, none. reader is only mentioned briefly, and dates someone outside of camp half-blood.

warning/s: a bit creepy or touching (?), it depends on you.

here is my masterlist!

Note : I am currently fixated on a character from another series; to those who will get it? I love you so much. 🥹

It started with a stupid dare.

They were hanging around the campfire when Leo, bless him, suggested a game of Truth or Dare.

Naturally, Percy, who lacked any sense of safety or caution in his body, chose dare.

Leo's challenge was simple: sneak into Chiron's office and find something embarrassing to share with the group. Easy right?

Plenty of campers had done the same and came out unscathed. Percy had faced gods, monsters, Smelly Gabe, surprise pop quizzes; breaking into an ancient centaur’s office? Child’s play.

Besides, some over enthusiastic children of Ares set the armory on fire so Chiron was busy.

The office was unlocked— Chiron trusted them, which, honestly, was his first mistake. Seriously, does he even know them?

Searching for something amusing in a mostly mundane office proved tricky. The room held nothing particularly scandalous— just the usual: a computer, a boom box, a record player. Nothing that would make for a great story.

Until he found himself rummaging through one of the cabinets that's filled with scrolls and stumbled across something unexpected— a scrapbook.

At first, he assumed it was just a collection of camp memories. Chiron’s office was already filled with framed photos of past demigods on his walls, after all.

But then he saw the picture.

Him and Annabeth at Montauk, years ago, sitting on the beach with the sunset behind them. Their first real vacation, free from chaos. He didn’t even remember anyone taking that photo.

Weird.

Flipping to the next page, he found another one— Nico and Will by the campfire, smiling at each other like nothing else in the world mattered. The night they were officially dating.

Then Clarisse and Chris, sparring in the arena, grinning through their duel.

Frank and Hazel at Camp Jupiter, Hazel laughing as Frank transformed into some ridiculous dolphin in the fountain.

Grover and Juniper, her listening intently as he played his flute by the meadows.

Then (Y/N) and her boyfriend, leaning against a blue jeep, his arms draped over her shoulders while pressing a kiss to her cheek. Looked like after a lacrosse game, judging from the boy's maroon jersey and gear.

Percy’s stomach twisted. The further he flipped, the more couples he found.

"What the fuck?"

It didn’t stop there. Beside each photo, there were notes.

New Rome for college. How the hell did Chiron know about his plans for his relationship with Annabeth?

Staying at Camp Half-Blood and going steady. Which is exactly what Will and Nico are doing.

Going to Comic-Con to meet George Lucas and Hayden Christensen. (Y/N) had once mentioned that to Percy in passing, because apparently, her boyfriend was a huge Star Wars fan.

And then there were the ones that stung.

Died as heroes. A picture of Charles and Silena, her arms wrapped around him while he worked on a machine with his siblings.

Split up after the Battle Against Gaea. Jason and Piper, sitting in a Parisian café, smiling over desserts.

It was sweet, in a way. These pictures captured relationships of the people he cares about, but something about it felt... off.

Why would Chiron do this?

Then he saw a list. Names, some checked off, some underlined. Some written down before the people themselves had even realized they were together.

He looked for his name; Percy Jackson with Annabeth Chase as predicted.

AS PREDICTED?!

Percy slammed the scrapbook shut and let out a nervous laugh.

Nope.

Nope, nope, nope.

Slowly, he put the book back where he found it, suddenly aware that Chiron apparently knew everything.

Chiron— their mentor, father figure, the wisest, kindest, most patient man (did he even count as a man? okay, half-man) Percy had ever known.

He was not supposed to be some secret omniscient romance spy.

Yeah, no. He was done.

Percy didn’t even bother playing along with the dare anymore. He just left, more baffled than he’d ever been in his entire life.

Back at the campfire, his friends turned expectantly.

“What did you find?” Leo grinned.

Percy sat down, looking vaguely haunted. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Cue the teasing, the boos, the dramatic groans of disappointment.

But Percy barely heard them, his gaze fixed on the golden flames.

Chiron knew things.

And that was… terrifying? Flattering? Disturbing? He had no idea.

And frankly?

He never wanted to find out.

Half of Me

summary : what would you give up for the love you lost?

word count : 0.9k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Jason Grace x Reader

warning/s : death, grief, depression, unable to cope with loss, and with the happy (?) ending.

here's my masterlist!

“You’re the better half of me.”

Jason Grace never missed a day telling you that.

In the warmth of his bed, in the chaos of battle, under the stars by the firepit, or during those quiet, angry moments where love still lingered under frustration— he always said it.

A vow. A reminder. And without fail, you believed him.

It was also the last thing he ever said to you.

Before he left with Piper, Lester, and Meg.

Before everything went to hell.

"Hang up already." You told him over the phone, trying to laugh past the unease that gnawed at your gut. "You’re going to attract monsters if we keep talking."

Jason didn’t want to hang up. There was something in his voice, heavy and unfinished.

But he swallowed it down.

"Yeah, you’re right. We need to go, anyway."

"Be safe, Jay."

A beat of silence.

"I… I love you. More than anything. You know that, right?"

You smiled— how could you not? "I love you too."

"You’re my better half, (Y/N)."

"You always say that."

"Because it’s true. You are, mea vita. Always. Goodbye."

Goodbye.

Not See you soon. Not Wait for me.

Not the usual words he used when walking into danger and promising to bring back snacks.

You stared at your phone long after the call ended, your fingers cold, your chest sinking.

That should’ve been enough. That should’ve been the red flag, the final omen.

But you ignored it. Of course you did.

Jason was Jason. He was Jupiter’s golden boy. Trained for war, born to survive. If anyone was going to come back alive— it was him.

However, you underestimated the one part of him more dangerous than any enemy.

His selflessness.

So when Chiron met you at the camp borders, wearing the same sorrowful expression he gave every soul who lost someone they couldn’t live without...

You knew.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t speak.

You didn’t hear Lester’s rambling. Didn’t register Piper’s tear-choked apologies. Couldn’t process Leo's cries for his best friend.

You just stood there, the world around you turning to static.

Why Jason?

Why him?

He was just starting.

He had plans. He had dreams.

He had you.

He wanted to finish school in Edgarton. Maybe New Rome after that— politics, philanthropy, it didn't matter.

"I just want to do good, mea vita. Something meaningful." As he would say.

He even got Zeus’ approval (despite Percy’s mock tantrums over those damn recommendation letters).

And you— gods, you.

He looked at you like you were it.

No words were needed.

You’d seen it in his eyes every time he looked at you; "You’re my home, my peace, my life. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be."

Now? Gone. Just like that.

You didn’t react when they brought him in.

Not at first, at least. His face was too peaceful.

Like he was just sleeping— as if he’d just dozed off and if you kissed him, he'd wake up and ask what he missed.

But he didn’t.

You shattered when the truth landed like a sledgehammer.

You broke down into Percy’s arms, wailing, screaming, clinging to something— anything— that was still warm.

You thought you knew pain.

You’re a demigod— pain is your inheritance.

But this? This was obliteration.

The boy who made forever real and attainable was dead.

Everything else blurred after that.

The funeral. The way everyone watched you like glass.

Thalia’s words of gratitude for loving him the way he deserved barely reached your ears.

You felt nothing.

And then Chiron called it a hero’s death.

You nearly laughed.

Hero?

No. Jason was a kid.

All of you were just kids.

Thrown into war after war. Expected to die quietly and call it glory.

And then the hollowness turned into rage— wild, directionless, unforgiving rage.

At Jason, for sacrificing himself. At Piper, for letting him. At the gods.

At everyone.

And no one.

The weeks bled into months.

The others began to heal.

But you?

You woke up. Ate. Trained. Studied.

Moved through the days like a ghost in your own body.

At night, you’d sneak into Jason’s cabin and lay in his bed, surrounded by the scent of him, waiting for the door to open and his voice to say, "Sorry I took so long, (Y/N)."

But he never did.

You didn’t care about rules, balance, cosmic consequences.

You just wanted him back.

So you broke down and begged. Desperately.

To anyone who would listen.

Only one answered.

Aphrodite.

Goddess of love and cruelty.

"What will you offer, (Y/N)?" She purred, saccharine and poisonous.

"Anything, my goddess."

"Technically, I don’t do necromancy." She mused, eyes glowing pink. "But for a love that spits in death’s face? I’ll make an exception."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing much. You’re Jason Grace’s better half, aren’t you? Let’s make it poetic."

You don’t remember what happened— just agony. Horrific, soul-splitting pain while her laughter echoed in your skull.

But through the haze, there was something else.

Warmth. Familiar. Him.

You woke up in the infirmary, your body wrecked and limbs trembling.

Voices argued nearby.

"What she did was reckless!" Annabeth's.

"You can’t blame her." Percy snapped. "If it were you, I’d do the same."

"What's important is (Y/N)'s vitals are healthy." Will cuts in. "Nico is talking to Hades to handle the—"

Then another voice.

His voice.

"Can we please just focus on my girlfriend?"

His name tore from your throat before you could stop it.

The curtain flew back. And there he was.

Jason runs to your bedside and kissed you like he was trying to fuse your souls back together. "Mea vita, my love, my (Y/N)..."

You expected him to be furious.

To scold you.

To ask what you gave up.

Instead, he just held you like he’d never let you go again.

Like you were the miracle.

And in that moment, you didn’t care what it cost.

You were whole again. Everything else could burn.

That night, curled in his arms, his lips soft against your temple, you drifted off with a smile.

But somewhere deep inside, one thought pierced through your haze of joy.

Aphrodite’s final words.

"You’re the better half of Jason Grace, right?"

Your Jason is back.

You feel fine. Better than ever, even.

So what, exactly, did she take?

Never Again

summary : All things pass, even this one. Last part of Second to None.

word count : 1.0k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader

warning/s: what term do you use when a god almost kills a demigod... family bonding? 🤷🏻‍♀️

here is my masterlist! along with the Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3!

Note : I am NEVER writing a series again. It wasn't even meant to be one. Anyways, white represents clarity and a blank slate. If you don't like the ending, I guess write your own? 😊

By the time you reached the Underworld, Hades received you without question.

Nico and Hazel came too, though neither stayed long.

They understood this wasn’t something they could carry for you.

For the first time in months, you could breathe.

Your heart still ached, but it no longer felt like it was crushing you from the inside out.

There were no expectations in your father's palace.

No lingering ghosts in every glance, no echoes of what you had lost.

Only the space to finally feel everything you had been running from.

In quieter moments, you thought that maybe leaving Percy a note instead of facing him had been dramatic.

Still, something was wrong.

A tremor in the water of your cup.

Ripples disturbing the surface of your bath.

You asked Hades about it, and he answered with two words.

"Pest control."

He also told you to rest and enjoy the peace he had granted you.

You didn’t listen.

And gods, you were glad you didn’t.

Because beyond the palace walls, there was war.

Monsters. Screams. Chaos.

And one man cutting through it all.

A single figure tore through the defenses of the Underworld like a storm given flesh.

Percy Jackson was drenched in blood and dirt, wounds carved into him like proof that he refused to stop.

Riptide moved through shadows like it belonged there, effortless and precise.

There was no restraint in him.

Only fury and purpose.

And then it hit you.

He was here for you.

Hades had wrapped the truth in illusion with the Mist and manufactured a peace, carefully concealed reality.

And the restless water had been Percy.

Reaching for you.

"Go back inside, child." Hades said. "Let him suffer."

"Percy is going to die."

"He will only hurt you again."

You faltered, because he wasn’t wrong.

Percy had hurt you.

Unintentionally, but deeply enough to shake everything you thought you knew.

Your worth. Your love. Yourself.

However, this wasn’t right either.

You had hurt him too. You left.

You didn’t fight for clarity and chose silence.

Distance instead of honesty.

You're both to blame for a mess neither of you knew how to fix.

"Please." You whispered, gripping Hades’ hand. "Let him go. I love him. I still love him."

"After everything?"

"Yes."

For one terrible moment, you thought Hades might end it all where Percy stood.

Instead, he appeared in front of you.

You rushed forward, but he didn’t collapse into you as expected.

He dropped to his knees at your feet, akin to a sinner offering himself up for judgment.

"Percy?"

A broken sound cut you off.

Sobs.

His head hung so low, it touched the ground.

"(Y/N), I’m sorry."

You forced yourself to stay steady and grabbed his shoulders. "You need to get up."

"I deserved it." He choked out, voice raw. "I deserved all of it."

"No, my love" The endearment slipped before you could stop it. "Don't say that."

You tried to pull him up again, and he let you.

"I love you." He said desperately, hands gripping your waist like you were the only solid thing left in his world. "I love you—I always have, I always—"

His voice cracked.

Then he went limp.

Panic surged through you, yet Hades remained unbothered.

"He is not dead."

A pause.

"That would have been mercy. What he endured was not."

His gaze lingered on Percy with disappointment.

"A fraction." He added. "Of what you endured in silence."

The servants carried Percy away, and you did not leave his side.

Even unconscious, he clung to you.

Your name and apologies spilling from his lips like prayers he couldn’t stop saying.

Hours passed before he finally woke.

And immediately locked eyes with you.

You recognized that baby seal look right away.

"Percy—"

"I’M SORRY, I WAS AN IDIOT!"

You raised your hand and he immediately covered his mouth.

Gods. You had missed this.

His chaos. His volume. Him.

"I should be the one to apologize. I left instead of talking to you, and just assumed the worst instead of the truth."

"You had every reason to." He cut in immediately. "If I’d just been clearer, paid attention, and explained myself properly... None of this would’ve happened"

Silence settled between you again, fragile and uncertain.

Finally, you asked, softer, "Then tell me, Percy… what do you really want?"

"You." He answered quickly.

Then winced.

"…Okay, wow, that sounded unbelievably corny. Hold on, let me think of something cooler."

Despite everything, a laugh escaped you.

A real one.

Somehow, he still managed to make this moment humorous.

Percy blinked. "You’re laughing. Is that good, or am I about to die?"

"No." You shook your head. "You’re not dying."

Your smile softened, and he waited for you to speak again.

"I love you, Percy. I just don’t know what comes next, or what to do."

"I get it. Because I don’t either. I just know I want you."

"Percy, Annabeth—"

"She matters to me." He admitted gently, taking your hand. "But so do you."

His thumb brushed your knuckles.

"I’m not leaving this, us, to fate. Never again."

"You chose me?"

"There's no choice. It's only you. And if you choose me? We'll figure this shit out— together."

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed in every direction at once.

Love. Exhaustion. Fear. Relief.

"I think my thoughts get the best of me sometimes."

"Then we'll deal with them together." He murmured, wrapping an arm around you. "Whatever trauma, insecurity, or cursed playlist is currently ruining your peace."

"You make it sound easy."

"No, it's not." He chuckled. "But I’ll talk to Annabeth. I respect her place in my life. But if she wants to stay in it, she has to respect yours too."

You studied him for a long moment.

Then nodded.

"Okay."

His grin returned like a sun breaking through storm clouds.

"Good, now give me cuddles. Your dad literally tried to kill me."

You looked down. "No amount of apology will—"

"Eh." Percy said, already dragging you with him on the bed. "Funny story for the grandkids."

Meanwhile, in the throne room, Hades' eye twitched.

"They’re back together."

Nico groaned. "And here I was hoping I could set her up with Jason. Imagine the blond, shadow-traveling cherubs."

Hazel stared at him. "What?"

"Nothing." He sighed. "Love wins as always. Yey. Great. Whatever. Can I beat Percy now?"

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