BEING A DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE means that people automatically believe they know who you are before you ever get the chance to speak.
they see the effortless beauty, the soft curls, the way your smile lights up a room. they see how people do double-takes when you walk by, how conversations get quieter, and of course, how compliments find you every few minutes of the day.
at camp half-blood, you’re adored in a way that feels both flattering yet distant, as everyone is admiring you as though you’re not real, like you’re an object.
you’re used to it though, but you can’t help the feeling of despair, of wanting to be seen for more than just the external factors.
you want to be loved for you.
you’re much quieter than people would expect an aphrodite daughter to be. shyer, less confident and clumsy. —READ MORE!
you listen more than you speak. you care deeply about things that don’t show on the surface, like fairness and kindness and doing the right thing even when it’s uncomfortable.
you train harder than any of your house-mates because you want to protect people, not because you want to pose for a magazine.
percy jackson notices that.
he has noticed you since the very beginning. the way you never laugh at the cruel jokes that are directed towards the quieter bunch. the way your eyebrows furrow when clarisse finds another kid to pick on, and of course the way you ask him about how his day was as if it would actually impact you somehow.
it’s why he likes you so much.
and it’s also why he’s completely convinced you could never possibly like him back.
to percy, you’re everything he’s not. graceful, so painfully beautiful, someone people admire and not hate.
he’s often clumsy, loud, a burden, and basically lacks any confidence the aphrodite kids have.
still, you’re great friends.
you sit next to him during meals sometimes, you walk beside him after training, you brightly smile at him in a way that makes his heart pound furiously, even though you usually look away right after, like you’re embarrassed.
he tells himself it’s nothing and that he’s completely delusional for even having the thought that someone like you could be possibly flustered by him.
the night everything changes, the sun is setting and the moon begins to take its place for the night.
you’re currently heading back from the beach to your cabin alone, wrapping your arms around yourself as the air gets colder.
you hear scattered footsteps behind you.
at first, you assume it’s nothing to be worried about. camp is constantly busy, even at night.
but the footsteps get close, way too close for your liking.
when you glance back, you realize it’s one of the campers who’s been overly attentive lately, border lining on friendly and overly obsessed.
“oh,” he says when you snap your neck to glance at him, smiling cockily. “didn’t mean to startle you, sunshine.”
you slow slightly with an uneasy smile. “i’m heading back to my cabin.”
“yeah, i know,” he replies, still walking beside you. “i figured i’d come hang with you.”
“i’m really okay,” you answer softly, trying to disguise your discomfort and putting up a brave expression. “i don’t need company.”
he laughs as if you told a joke, like he doesn’t take your words of rejection seriously. “you don’t have to be a bitch, ya know? i just wanna spend some time with you, alone for once.”
your heart drops and you walk faster towards the path that leads closer to the woods, hoping for him to finally give up.
that’s when percy sees you.
he’s heading back from putting his sword away when he spots you, posture stiff and frantically walking, as if you’re trying to escape something.
he notices the guy walking real close behind you, and the way your head keeps turning back to glance at him.
the guy scoffs at the unwanted interruption. “relax, jackson. we’re just talking, go away.”
percy steps in front of you with no hesitation, putting himself between you and the creep. “she doesn’t look like she wants to talk to you.”
the guy’s smile fades into a blank stare as he gestures for percy to leave. “mind your own business, dude.”
percy doesn’t waste another second.
you hear a crack as percy’s fist meets the creeps face.
it’s messy, quite bloody, and fast. percy takes an uncomfortable impact to the wrist, but he doesn’t stop until the guy runs away, muttering curses and a face of terror before disappearing into the darkness of the woods.
the silence and severeness of the situation hits you.
percy instantly turns to you, eyes wide with concern and care. “are you okay?”
you nod, athough your hands are still shaking. “i.. i think so.”
he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a weight settling off his shoulders. “good.”
the infirmary smells the fresh scent of laundry as percy sits on a bed while a healer wraps his wrist, wincing slightly but insisting that his wrist will be fine by tomorrow. when they leave, the silence fills the room.
he’s just about to get up and head to his cabin, until the door creaks open.
it’s you.
you step inside hesitantly, glancing around the room, curls running down your shoulders, eyes still glassy as if you’d been holding back tears.
percy looks up, startled. “oh,” he says, easing as he realizes it’s just you. “hey, it’s late. you didn’t have to—”
you practically run across the room and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck, breathing in his safe and familiar scent, easing into the tight hug.
as if you’d been holding yourself together all evening until you could finally come see him, and let yourself go.
percy freezes for a second before his arms wrap around your frame, gentle and careful. you press your face, you hug him tighter, grounding yourself in the fact that percy’s here, and that you’re okay.
“thank you.. gods percy, thank you so much.” you whisper. “for stepping in when you did, for not letting him hurt me.. i was.. so scared.”
percy’s fingers clenched as the thought of you hurt crossed his mind, instead, he focused on the sound of your soft voice right beside his ear, his cheeks pinking. “of course,” he replies softly. “you don’t need to thank me.”
you pull back slowly, still close, gazing at his face. your hands still linger at on his chest.
“that was really brave,” you say. “and so unbelievingly kind.”
he looks away, all a sudden flustered as he lets out a shy smile. “i just did what anyone should.”
you smile, shy. “not everyone would.”
there’s a quiet silence that follows. you notice the pink spread on his cheeks, the way his eyes can’t meet yours.
“you’re blushing,” you point out gently.
he laughs nervously, frantic as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. “n-no i’m not.”
you lean in and kiss his cheek.
it’s soft and affectionate. a thank you kiss more than anything else.
percy goes completely still, transforming into a complete shell of star struck, and it finally clocks to you what you had just done. you pull back, started and flustered yourself. “i— i’m sorry, i just—“
he looks at you like you had just hung up the stars.
“i like you,” you say upruptly, quietly, words tumbling out before you could stop yourself. “i have always liked how you stand up for people, and how you’re just… kind. it matters to me.”
percy swallows the lump in his throat. “you… like me?” he says confused as if he can’t even fathom the thought.
you nod, shy but so sure. “i do.”
before he can find himself overthinking it like you know he will, you lean in again and kiss him again. a soft kiss, this time closer to his lips, enough to make his breath still.
“i’ll… i’ll see you later, percy,” you whisper softly into his ear.
you leave before he could let out a response.
percy sits there, still and basking in the stillness and silence of the infirmary, the ache of his wrist forgotten, heart racing, realizing that the thought of you as his girlfriend wasn’t an impossible thought after all.
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⋆˚࿔ He sucks at picking movies. If you don’t just straight-up tell him what movie you two are going to watch, or at the very least give him some ideas of options to choose from, I’m afraid you two will be spending more time browsing through Netflix, Amazon Prime, and Disney+ than actually watching anything.
⋆˚࿔ Percy 100% steals all the blue-colored snacks for himself, like if you share a bag of M&Ms or gummies. He WILL try to be sneaky about only eating the blue ones, but bro is too obvious.
“Percy, stop only picking out all the blue sharks!” you whined, slapping his hand away from the bag of gummy candies.
“Ouch! Come on, pretty girl, sharing is caring!” Your dramatic boyfriend was quick to feign hurt like the dork he was. Squinting your eyes at him, you retorted quizzically, “It’s not really sharing when you’re not leaving any for me, is it?”
⋆˚࿔ There is a fifty-fifty chance that halfway through the movie he will start getting bored and opt to play with your fingers or your hair. The likelihood of him beginning to press some sloppy kisses down the side of your neck isn’t that low either… Let’s just say your movie nights don’t always go as initially planned—not that either of you minded!
⋆˚࿔ Sally caught you two making out on their couch once, while some disappointingly boring rom-com played in the background. You had been straddling him, and you were both too busy locking lips to notice the sound of the apartment door opening. When she suddenly stood there, she looked as mortified as any mother would be seeing her son in such a promiscuous position. You yelped in surprise and fell off of Percy and down onto the luckily soft living room carpet. Yeah… you couldn’t look his mom in the eyes for a while after that.
⋆˚࿔ The other option in case scenario one doesn’t take place is that he will actually lock in for the movie. I’m talking tunnel vision on the screen, shouting when something unexpected happens, commenting on the protagonist’s actions and behavior every couple of minutes.
“What the hell?! What do you mean that’s the end?” Percy’s distraught exclamation almost had you burst out laughing, as he stared at the TV like it had personally wronged him. “I know, baby, I know,” you consoled him humorously, stroking his back.
⋆˚࿔ If smartphones weren’t such a catastrophic magnet for monsters, he would definitely be the type to send you tons of TikToks afterwards. It’d be mostly fan theories or parodies, but maybe also an edit or two. Speaking of edits, he would lowkey be so whiny if you’d send him thirsty edits. Why should you like some stupid character that doesn’t even exist when he—your funny, loyal boyfriend—was right there?
You were resting on Percy’s bed, a blue whale plushie he had won for you at a fair once nestled by your side. Laying on your stomach, you scrolled through TikTok with a giddy grin on your face. Standing not too far away, your dark-haired boyfriend was fishing through his closet to find a shirt for you. More specifically, the blue and white graphic T-shirt that had become your designated sleep tee for when you would stay the night.
“Where the heck is it?” Percy cried out in frustration, throwing yet another black shirt over his head. Taking a little break from his search, he glanced in your direction only to see you smile at your phone like a maniac. Internally, Percy groaned upon realizing what you were looking at. The sound of the familiar voice talking about where the fun begins was a dead giveaway.
You had watched Star Wars Episode III together last week, and Percy hated every minute of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t think the movie was good. He was simply appalled by how many times you’d swooned over Anakin Skywalker during those two hours.
“You love me more than Anakin, right?” You looked up from your phone, thumb hovering over the bright screen illuminating your face in a pale shade of blue. “Sure…” Your tone wasn’t convincing at all. Percy said your name in annoyed disbelief, making you laugh. “Relax! I’m just messing with you. Of course, I love you more.” Shaking his head, Percy smiled. “Probably…” you muttered under your breath, just to tease him a little bit. “Baby!”
em’s masterlist | percy jackson masterlist wc: 0.7k request: no
summary : fans loved the tweets between you and Walker Scobell but what happens if your husband fights back?
word count : 0.9k
type : imagines
pairing/s : Logan Lerman x Actress! Reader (ft. Walker Scobell).
warning/s : none, but Walker is still lovesick.
here's my masterlist! along with the Part 1!
Note : Not going to lie, this just popped in my head out of nowhere. I didn't proof read.
Logan Lerman is a sensible person.
Not always, but he tries.
Like right now, for example.
You’re curled up in his arms, half-asleep and stealing his hoodie for the fifth time this week, and all Logan can think is:
No. Walker Scobell is not going to steal my wife.
Because realistically, how would that even work?
You and Logan have a solid marriage built on love, mutual respect, sarcasm, and enough junk food to medically concern a nutritionist.
That’s basically ✨till death do us part✨ vibes.
Besides, hidden from the public for now, you’re also happily pregnant.
Which feels like a pretty reassuring sign that you're sticking with him.
And Walker Scobell is still a teenager.
A teenager who will probably grow up unfairly handsome, six-foot-something, and dangerously charming—
Nope. Not finishing that thought.
Still, Logan notices things.
The way Walker lights up whenever you walk into a room.
The sparks in his eyes every time you laugh at one of his jokes.
How he absorbs every scrap of attention you give him like a golden retriever that discovered emotional attachment.
When Walker found out you were pregnant, he was genuinely thrilled.
Suspiciously thrilled.
He checked on you constantly.
Asked if you were eating enough.
Carried things for you before Logan could.
Looked one Google search away from building the crib himself.
"You do realize that’s my wife, right?" Logan joked one day.
"For now? Yeah."
Which was insane behavior.
But despite the small, deeply concerning feeling brewing in his chest, Logan could admit one thing: Walker really did care about you.
Not for the bit.
Not for the internet.
Not even for the ongoing Percy Jackson civil war happening across social media.
He just… cares.
Unfortunately, the Riordanverse fandom treated the entire situation like the Super Bowl.
"The Battle of the Percys" had become a full-blown online event at this point.
Fans were making edits, fake boxing posters, TikTok clips, and dramatic Twitter threads like two demigods were preparing to duel at sunrise.
Half the internet wanted bloodshed.
The other half wanted a reality show.
And as funny as Logan found fan creativity, he refused to contribute to the chaos.
He was a sensible adult.
Mostly.
He absolutely did not engage with Walker online.
At all.
Not even once.
...Except for the following incidents.
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@w.scobell : If you really loved her, you'd let her be with someone better.
@l.lerman : If you really loved her, you'd finish your homework.
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@w.scobell : Me 🤝 Odysseus. Fighting impossible battles for the woman we love.
@l.lerman : Odysseus was gone for 20 years. Don’t give me ideas.
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@l.lerman : Took my wife out on a date tonight. 💕
@w.scobell : No 'thank you' for borrowing my future for the evening? 🥺
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@w.scobell : Fatherhood would look good on me.
@l.lerman : Delete this before I call your actual father.
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@w.scobell : Thinking about how she could fix me.
@l.lerman : Thinking about restraining orders.
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@w.scobell : I’m just saying… I have main character energy.
@l.lerman : You have side quest dialogue.
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@w.scobell : Logan sleeps peacefully despite knowing I'm out here.
@l.lerman : I sleep peacefully because you're legally not allowed near our neighborhood after 10 PM.
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@w.scobell : Every great love story has obstacles.
@l.lerman : Yours is mainly the legal system.
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@w.scobell : If being delusional is wrong then why am I so charismatic?
@l.lerman : Wish charisma could help you pass calculus.
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@w.scobell : Me and Logan are basically Team Edward vs Team Jacob.
@y/n : Which one of you is the dog?
@l.lerman : Walker fetches emotionally, and he smells like one.
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@w.scobell : Logan lives in peace with the love of my life while I’m somewhere out there getting older.
@l.lerman : Like a fungal infection.
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@l.lerman : Just tucked my wife into bed.
@w.scobell : Keep my future wife comfortable for me. Appreciate it.
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@w.scobell : Logan fears me.
@l.lerman : I fear your school report card.
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@w.scobell : I’ve decided I would’ve treated her better in any universe.
@l.lerman : You can’t even treat your sleep schedule better.
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@w.scobell : Sometimes love means letting go.
@l.lerman : Wise choice. Please start practicing.
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When you went into labor, it happened during a promotional event for the show.
Rick had invited both of you, everyone was having a great time, and then suddenly you were gripping Logan’s arm hard enough to make him see God.
Things escalated quickly after that.
One minute Walker was stealing snacks from catering.
The next, people were yelling for medics while Logan looked seconds away from passing out himself.
Thankfully, with everyone’s help, you made it to a private hospital suite safely.
Hours later, exhausted and glowing and somehow still beautiful enough to make Logan emotional, you delivered a healthy baby.
The second Logan held your child, he completely melted.
He kept kissing your forehead, your hands, the baby’s tiny face—overwhelmed, teary-eyed, and visibly in awe of both of you.
It felt perfect.
And once the doctors allowed visitors, Walker was the very first person to show up.
Respectfully.
He entered the room quieter than usual, almost nervous as Logan carefully guided the baby into his arms.
"Support the head." Logan instructed.
"I know." Walker whispered indignantly. "I'm not an idiot."
"You tweeted that the moon landing was fake last week."
"That was satire."
Walker looked down at the baby instantly afterward, his entire expression softening.
"Hi, little angel." He cooed gently, letting the baby curl tiny fingers around his own.
You smiled immediately at the sight.
Even Logan smiled.
Maybe he’d been overthinking everything.
Maybe Walker was just a sweet kid who admired you both and got carried away with jokes.
Everything was really fine.
Then Walker looked at the baby lovingly (with tears, mind you) and said:
"I’m gonna be your stepdad someday."
Logan snatched the baby back so fast it nearly broke the sound barrier.
─ SOME ARE general, some are dating, some are suggestive ✉️ : such a fiend for this man urughh. hope yall enjoy
youre basically lukes right hand man. when in need of advice, he searches for you first. he appreciates your ideas and your input more than anybody elses
and in turn, hes an amazing listener. he doesnt just hear; he understands and he remembers
his eyes— normally so stormy and dark, like the ocean— soften whenever hes near you. he doesnt need to try to manipulate you since his eyes do all the work anyway
but his voice is a weapon as powerful as his sword. hes a total sweet talker. persuasive, like the aphrodite kids with their charmspeak, only his was a practiced art rather than a natural power
lukes love language is gift giving. he loves spoiling you with that kronos money. but hes also partial to physical touch and words of affirmation since he didnt receive much of either as a kid
he loves playing with your hair 10/10 super relaxing activity
piggybacking off that, hes into hair tugging / pulling for sure. and biting
arctic monkeys fan no doubt this man is bumping humbug and AM all day every day
fashion god. loves ralph lauren half of his wardrobe is ralph lauren you cant convince me otherwise
luke loves simply holding you in his arms. just knowing that youre real. that youre his. that youre alive. its surreal to him
sometimes, whenever the pressure and stress of the war become too much to bear, he unintentionally lashes out at you. but he always makes up for it; he cant lose you. he doesnt know what he would do if he did
he also cracks his knuckles when hes nervous or stressed out, which is basically all the time
had a phase where he was obsessed with all things hockey. obviously, he doesnt play anymore, but he still puts on hockey games as background noise or entertainment on occasion
he smells like a combination of cedarwood and cigarette smoke. super yummy though
one of those dudes that works out for fun. he def has his own personal gym on the ship
his favorite season is winter. though he enjoys the heat of summer, he cannot stand the bugs and the sunburns
luke doesnt wanna seem pathetic, so he never admits it, but he loves it when you call him baby. music to his ears
casual freak. youll be talking to him about your day, whatever, blah blah blah, and he will randomly sneak in a sexually charged comment. when you ask him, “what was that?” he goes “what was what?” then carries on like he never said a word
HORRIBLE at math but he makes up for it by being great at every other subject. especially history
his favorite soda is sprite. so, so, so many cans of sprite on the princess andromeda
also strictly drinks diet or zero sugar soda no regular soda ew
luke accidentally slips up and calls you thalia from time to time
he loooves it when youre bossy. no arguments, no nothing; what you say goes. you get a “yes ma’am” and a silly grin from him
hes a compulsive liar
luke has the craziest face card. especially early in the mornings, when he has just woken up and his hair is all messy and hes all sleepy and the golden sunlight hits his eyes just right
before betraying camp, he used to sneak into your cabin late in the nights. you would rightfully freak out, and he would respond with something like “whats the big deal? i aint gonna get caught.” and he never did!
you two had your own secluded meet-up spot deep in the forest of camp half-blood. you definitely made some memories there— take that how you will!
luke loved to take you stargazing. it was peaceful out in the dark, with no younger campers or chiron or dionysus bugging you two, and the night sky reminded him of you. hes upset that he cant do that with you anymore
pleaseplease PLEASE can we get some hard dom Percy smut :3 IVE BEEN SO OBSESSED WITH HIM THESE PAST FEW WEEKS
- 💀 anon
hello my beloved 💀, thank you for waiting so patiently for this, i'm gonna do some headcanons of percy as a hard dom bc my brain is fried from a lot of stuff going on but i hope u enjoy!
i think this is gender neutral?
cw: degradation, 'hole' used to describe genitalia, bruises, crying, overstimulation
i don't think percy is often a hard dom, i think he's normally quite chill, more teasing and praise than anything else
but sometimes that's not enough
on the days when nothing is going right
when all he can focus on is the things that are frustrating him and pissing him the fuck off
it's obvious that he needs something to blow off the steam that's been building in his entire body
so when you offer to be a stress reliever?
he thinks he's fallen in love all over again
he makes promises about being nice afterwards, promising takeaway and baths and smothering you in cuddles
but right now he needs to use you until the voice in his head shuts up
his hands are rough and grabbing, squeezing at every inch of flesh he can touch
king of manhandling you into whatever position he wants
like he will flip you from your back to you stomach so fast you get dizzy and give you no time to even think about adjusting
makes you come on his fingers twice without stopping in between orgasms
doesn't matter if you're squirming or overstimulated, he will put his strength to good use and hold you down until he pulled two good orgasms from you
makes you clean his fingers by shoving them in your mouth and smirks wickedly at the spit leaking from your lips stretched around three digitd
sometimes he'll tease you with his cock until you're crying, nudging his tip against your weeping hole until he finally fucks you
other times he doesn't bother, the need to be inside you too great to tease either one of you, and he'll slam every inch of himself into you, groaning low and heated in his chest at your warmth and tightness
either way, there's no build up
once he's inside you, he's fucking you until the very concept of walking is but a distant memory
your insides are shaped like him now, sorry
his fingers paint bruises over your hips, your thighs, your wrists, his lips eagerly imitating over your neck and chest, bite marks decorating skin
all he wants to do is ruin you to tears (consensually)
god knows how many times you come- this man is more of an overstimulater than an edger or a denier
he comes at least twice- the priority is ruining you, but he also wants to ruin himself until he stops thinking
"you're so fucking loud, am i fucking you that good?"
"dirty little toy, stop moving and just fucking take it-"
"you're seriously gonna come again? you're such a slut, supposed to be making me feel better and you're the one who's getting off on it."
when it gets to the point that the dirty talk has devolved into mumbled nonsense and the two of you are drenched, he finally stops
there's a good three minutes of just breathing, pants evening out into more regular breaths
he'll pull out slowly, and neither of you are sure who's shaking more
aftercare is a long, quiet bath, massaging bruise cream into skin and favourite food ordered because there is no way in hell either of you can even stand up long enough to cook
⋆˚࿔ mientras uno está vivo, uno debe amar lo más que pueda
→ percy jackson x fem!reader ── latino percy is real to me thank you goodnight
featuring ..... latino!percy, a few latina!reader headcanons, lowkey some of these aren't even x reader they're just latino percy hcs
.7k words || reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
first things first, his first language is spanglish
he learned both english and spanish at the same time when he was a kid and somehow he's able to string together the most foul sentences known to man
"que vamos a comer for dinner" "we should get mcdonald's today and then eat carnita later" "i dont think i have a fever solo malestar" (these are actual texts i have sent to my mother #spanglishwarrior)
HOWEVER for the most part he grew up as a no sabo kid
gabe didn't like sally speaking spanish around the house, so percy didn't speak much spanish growing up (unless it was just him and sally) and therefore lost some of it
anyways once gabe was out of the picture and percy was older, he started learning more spanish
he locked the FUCK in during high school and somehow made it into de spanish 4
him and leo like to shit talk people in spanish (and if you speak spanish too you are also included in the gossip sessions)
anyways onto the actual dating headcanons
loves cheesy spanish nicknames
he never heard his mom using nicknames for gabe (because ew) but she always called him mi amor, papi, mi vida, etc
so he in turn calls you things like mi amor, mi vida, mami occasionally if he wants to be really cheesy
also, mi reina and mi angel
d1 bad bunny fan
he literally lost his mind during the halftime show and he watched it multiple times afterwards because he was genuinely so proud at that moment to be latino
he LIVES by "mientras uno esta vivo, debe amar lo mas que pueda" because you know, life as a demigod is very uncertain and he never really knows if he'll make it out of a battle to see the next day
his fav songs are lo que le paso a hawaii, cafe con ron, and nueva yol (im projecting)
he looooves flirting in spanish
"creo que los dioses me pusieron en esta tierra para que te amara," he says one day, as if its the most casual thing in the world, looking at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky.
THIS BOY CAN DANCE
he doesn't know the specifics of like salsa, bachata, cumbia, but he has crazy good rhythm and he knows how to move
he'll randomly pull you up while you're listening to music and start dancing with you
one of the best memories you guys have together is dancing in the kitchen together while sally and paul were cooking. sally was playing music and percy dragged you into the living room to dance, estelle was jumping around you guys and dancing, and paul pulled sally to dance too
i have two hcs from where he's from but for this one hes venezuelan: he makes BOMB ass tequeños. like theyre one of the few things he knows how to make and hes literally the best at them ever.
speaking of food
food is a latino love language and he knows that and so he asks sally to teach him a bunch of her recipes whether its like latin food or literally just like. burgers or something idk
he cooks for you and he starts out really ... questionable... but then he gets a lot better at cooking
sally loves you regardless, but if you're latina?? oh boy get ready
you're like her daughter but like since you're also latina she feels like this special connection cause like you're someone who understands latin culture, who understands how important family is to our culture, and she adores that her son is with a girl who gets that
also, she gossips in spanish with you and tells you a bunch of baby stories about percy that he hates
"mija, cuando te digo que el era como un pez cuando era bebe! siempre queria estar en el agua y nadando y todo." "mammiiiiii!!" "ay, callate. que arrecho era, tenia como tres y nunca queria salir de la piscina!"
he teaches estelle curse words in spanish and sally gets mad because why is her 4 year old daughter saying coño and hijueputa (paul finds it absolutely hilarious)
estelle loves you she calls you her sister all the time
him and leo say the nastiest shit in spanish when they don't want anyone else to know what theyre saying
anytime he makes a writing mistake or says something wrong in english he pulls the "my first language isn't english" card
➜ ❝ I trust you. We'll figure out the details later, but I can't imagine a world without Harding-Pencroft Academy. As Prince Dakkar's descendant and captain of the Nautilus, I ask you to please take this gift. I know you'll make HP even better than it was. We will, together.❞ ⋆˙
