hey heyyyyyy !!!!!! Could I pls grab a matchup for Vox Machina and/or mighty nein ?? (Either/or :3) lmk if this wasn’t a lot for info, I’m new to this lol
I use they/he, and I’m transmasc and generally queer
Type of matchup: I’m chill with anyone!
Hobbies:
- Art, specifically digital art and oil pastels rn (GO TEAM COMEDY ARTFIGHTTT)
- Speculative biology, and all kinds of Sci fi writing :3
- D&D!! I’m a dungeon master for two campaigns rn and I love my parties
- Video games, specifically Sci-fi and fantasy rpgs, but I have horrible reaction time and can’t play a lot of shooters/racing games without sucking lmao
Personality:
- I’m generally a cheerful person, although I get really caught up in what people think of me, and my general anxieties
- I tend to hyper focus on one thing for a week, so I’m very much willing to discuss my interests, and that’s actually how I get closer with people as a whole
Likes:
- Bugs, rocks, anything cool in nature
- Music and theatre, I’ve been in a few bands and backstage crew for a few productions and it’s always a blast
- Aquariums, art museums, and neat exhibits
- Furbies and taxidermy, I have a collection of creepy things that I find really fun
Dislikes:
- Hot weather (rip to anyone else in the heatwave rn)
- Loud noises (other than music)
Tysm!!!!
Percy Fredrickstein
He quietly wanders into your workspace just to see what you’re creating
He won’t interrupt, he’ll simply watch until you notice him
He is far more interested in your speculative biology than he’d admit
He’d ask questions like, “How would this creature circulate oxygen?” and suddenly you’ve been talking for two hours
Your sci-fi writing fascinates him because it approaches invention from a completely different angle than his engineering
Percy is surprisingly comforted by your cheerful energy
He tends to overthink, while you naturally bring a little more light into conversations
He becomes your first beta reader
His feedback is incredibly detailed, but he always makes sure to tell you what he genuinely loves before offering suggestions
The two of you spend quiet evenings working on separate projects together without feeling pressured to talk constantly
He happily attends theatre productions with you, even if he pretends he’s only there to analyze the stage mechanics
If you stop to admire an interesting rock or bug, he stops too
Eventually he starts pointing them out before you do
Whenever your anxiety convinces you people secretly dislike you, Percy gently reminds you of all the evidence to the contrary
He understands intrusive self-doubt better than most
Your hyperfixations become one of his favorite things because he gets to watch your face completely light up when explaining them
Essek Thelyss
Your conversations regularly begin with “I had a weird idea…” and end four hours later after spiraling into magical ecosystems, alien civilizations, or bizarre biology
Essek secretly loves watching you DM
He’s fascinated by how effortlessly you weave stories and adapt to players’ unpredictable decisions
He often sits beside you while you draw, quietly watching over your shoulder or working on his own research
When you excitedly show him an unusual insect or fossil, he listens with genuine interest rather than pretending
You both accidentally enable each other’s hyperfixations
One interesting topic becomes an entire week’s worth of discussion
Music nights become a tradition
Whether you’re listening together or you tell stories from being in bands and backstage, he enjoys hearing about that part of your life
Since you dislike hot weather, Essek jokingly claims this is simply proof that colder climates are objectively superior
He never pressures you to be more outgoing than you want to be
If you’re socially drained, he’s perfectly happy spending time together in comfortable silence
When anxiety convinces you people are judging you, Essek gently reminds you that the people worth keeping around are the ones who enjoy hearing you ramble about bugs, speculative biology, or D&D
Museum and aquarium dates become a favorite
You both read every information plaque, compare favorite exhibits, and somehow spend six hours somewhere most people finish in ninety minutes
He genuinely admires how passionately you care for your D&D groups
Seeing you invest so much effort into creating fun experiences for others reminds him that intelligence and kindness aren’t mutually exclusive
˚ʚ ꒰📖꒱ (full work summary) it's your first summer away from camp half-blood and your first one in cape may. you and drew have a list of everything you'll do to make it your best—yours including a summer fling with percy. with a mutual memory of a wonderful night, you can already feel a second wind approaching.
but, as you check off the entries, you realize camp will stay in the way of everything and everyone you've ever wanted.
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˚ʚ ꒰⚠️꒱ FLUFF. fade to black (at the very end of this chapter), suggestive themes, swearing
the four of you sat on surfboards, your livelihoods at the mercy of the waves. an afternoon sun warmed your backs. everyone had fallen into idle chatter. surfing was one of the many entries on your list. after this, you’d be about a third of the way through. every entry was a day of the summer you’d deserved for all of the time you wasted at camp.
camp. stupid camp. you rejoined the moment, the woman next to you quickly drawing your attention.
percy brought her legs to her board and slowly stood up. water glossed her toned calves. effortlessly, she positioned one leg in front of the other on the board. this girl really trusted the ocean.
you hadn’t even realized your heart—and something lower—was pulsing all the while you looked at her. you blinked awake.
“okay, who’s next?” percy asked.
no one moved. annabeth sighed. “i’ll try.”
she also somehow managed to stand up with a surprising lack of effort. percy had to catch her once, causing your chest to pang, oddly. no way you were getting jealous. not yet. meanwhile, you and drew looked over at each other from your opposite sides of the line. after a second-long staring contest, she rolled her eyes. annabeth helped her up.
you took a breath. “here goes literally everything.”
you brought both of your feet to the surfboard and slowly pushed yourself up. the waves rocked the board below you. your calves shook. just as you were about to tumble, you felt an arm wrap around your middle.
“i’ve got you,” percy said.
tingles of deja vu flooded your body. you could practically hear the bass bouncing off the walls, smell the alcohol, and see that dumb necklace hanging from her neck. shit. she handed you her other hand, not even as an offer. you’d justify this to yourself later.
“reach your hands out like this.” keeping an arm around your middle, she slowly reached your joint arms forward, like a tango. you mirrored and put your other one behind you. your heart raced in a way you’d blame on the fitness.
“there.” percy grinned and let go of you. “see, you’re doing so good.”
you were not about to let this woman drive you speechless. “thanks.”
in your peripheral, annabeth and drew had disappeared. shit. okay. once again, here goes everything. you looked over to percy. ignoring the way the ocean breeze lifted her hair, or the way her eyes camouflaged into the water, or the way she somehow had the physique to stand completely steady, you said the first thing that came to mind.
make that the second. “so, when did you learn how to surf?”
“i didn’t,” she said. “i skate sometimes.”
what? you stumbled but readjusted yourself. the tempo of the waves got progressively easier. so she did have something outside of camp.
“oh shit. even during the school year?”
“on breaks. uh, only when i’m home.”
that stupid part of you thought about asking more, like what else she did when she was on breaks, or where she lived, or when she learned to skate. if you weren’t going to be strangers, technically, you had a reason to ask that stuff. but, before you could, your legs started to cramp.
“how about you?” she asked.
“like…my hobbies?” no, when you learned to surf. you mentally kicked yourself.
“yeah.”
“uh—” your cramping legs surrendered, and you sat down on the board. “i’m super into film. watching it, studying it.”
percy’s eyes studied you for a moment. “you don’t get sick of it?”
you blinked. sometimes percy said things that reminded you that, at the end of the day, she was an undecided major with zero film experience who you recruited to be your first AD in the dining hall.
you chuckled. “um, obviously not? it’s not like they’re ever going to stop making movies.”
“you never know.” she elbowed you.
“i’m just about certain.” you elbowed her back.
off her board, she toppled into the water. you grimaced. okay, maybe you put too much emotion into that. way too much. a few seconds passed. she didn’t come up.
“percy?” you shouted. “shit, are you okay?”
the water was still and silent, having swallowed her up like it was nothing. your heart dropped. it wasn’t supposed to be like that. it was just a minor elbow, a joke. she’d just done it and it didn’t make you topple over. it wasn’t like that. and, yet…
“percy?” you submerged your hand to wave at her.
suddenly, percy pushed up from the water and onto her board, far from where your hand was. she rested her forearms on the surface as the rest of her body floated in the water. “missed me?”
oh, of course. of course. you narrowed your eyes at her. “what the fuck is your problem? and, no, i didn’t miss you, i just wasn’t interested in facing your mom in court.”
percy straddled her board. her hair was soaking wet, dripping onto the board, sticking to her skin. she gave you a once-over. “she’d like you…” she tilted her head. “just on the merits of you being a demigod.”
and there it was. even if it was a joke, it didn’t change anything, or reduce the reminder of camp. she had a pavlovian influence over you with that stupid word now. your stomach sunk. you laid down on your board.
“i’m going to head back.” you started to paddle forward.
you didn’t look back once. once you reached the shore, you got up, dragging your board with you. annabeth and drew were just starting to head back as well.
and, unfortunately, so was percy. she arrived shortly after. worry was written all over her face, her plump lips downturned into a slight frown. she stood a little farther from you than you’d hoped. it was a little difficult to be mad at her when she looked like that. man, you wished you were strangers.
“i’m sorry.” she clutched her board. “can i please take you out again? i’m willing to swear on the styx that i won’t bring up camp.”
you groaned. “did you do that just to get me to pity you?”
“no.”
this woman would be the death of you. if not directly, then by the consequences from that oath you knew she’d break. you gave her a look. up until that moment, it was like she was the exact version of her you’d dreamt of since that night. the one that you clicked with at the party. and, maybe, just maybe, if she would keep her oath, it’d be doable.
but how many more chances could you give her? one more wouldn’t be too bad, right? especially under that condition. a thought popped in your head. if you were going to do this, why not kill two birds with one stone?
“okay. under one condition. all four of us have to go on a double date. oh, and, this date better not be another walk where we act like strangers.”
percy nodded. “settled. and it won’t be a walk.” she looked over your shoulder. “give annabeth and i the house for two hours. when you get back, i’ll have everything set up.”
“you’re genuinely terrible at surprises. but, okay.”
percy winked before walking off to annabeth. what the hell had you just gotten yourself into? meanwhile, you headed for drew, who met you halfway.
“do you happen to know a way to kill off two hours?”
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“i gave it a 3.5 on letterboxd,” you said.
you and drew walked down the sidewalk, sandwiched between two of cape may’s most beautiful views—victorian houses on your left and the ocean on your right.
“you gave legally blonde a 3.5?” drew balked. “are you one of those people who spends the entire movie thinking of a funny one-liner review, too?”
“i don’t leave reviews on anything i don’t have a lot to say about. and, when i do, i put some effort into them. so, no, they aren’t just one-liners, thank you.”
drew chuckled, but it quickly faded. she elbowed you. “look up.”
you followed her line of sight to see percy sitting on the patio. she smiled once you met her eyes. on the table was a box of pizza and a bottle of red wine. string lights illuminated the wood. with a perfect warmth radiating from the nearby summer sunset, your stomach filled with butterflies.
“don’t forget to ask annabeth about the double date,” you whispered.
drew whispered back, “don’t worry about that right now.”
she walked past you and into the house. as soon as the door clicked shut, the air thickened.
okay. so this was happening. your real, romantic date with percy was happening. it wasn’t some rushed or passing interaction, and it sure as hell wasn’t one two strangers would have. you tried to steady your thoughts as you went up the stairs.
you sat down on the other chair of the tiny patio table, inhaling the savory steam sneaking out from the pizza box. “it took you a whole two hours to set this up?”
percy shrugged. “it’s a long story.”
“and we have a long time.”
“fine.” percy shook her head. “annabeth had to go invisible to get us this”—she picked up the bottle of red wine by its neck—”which took about half an hour of convincing. then we had to wait for pizza, which was the rest of the time.”
you chuckled, settling further into your seat.
“damn,” you said. “well, you do look great for someone who did all of that.”
unfortunately, it was the truth. she wore a navy halter top paired with simple denim shorts. her hair flowed down, completely dry now. her camp necklace hung just where the neckline broke. your heart raced as you remembered the first time you saw her necklace on her bare skin.
percy smiled. “wow. that means a lot, coming from you.”
“i have my moments.”
for a moment, there was nothing but the sounds of the waves and beachgoers in the distance. it was hard not to drown them out with percy in front of you.
percy’s gazed explored you. a hot tingle started to spread through your limbs. yeah. this was not happening, not yet. matter of fact, not at all. but if it did, you had to at least take her to dinner first. you both got through three drinks at the party before even thinking about leaving for your dorm.
you cleared your throat. “so, which are we trying first?”
“your choice,” percy said. you could’ve sworn her pitch dipped into some innuendo, but you refused to entertain that thought further.
“i guess the wine.” you picked up the bottle and the opener. “i’ve actually never had it before, so i want a clean palette. do people under, like, 25 actually drink wine?”
percy parted her lips but closed them before she could speak. meanwhile, you removed the cork from the bottle. the smell of fresh grapes with a hint of something else wafted up from the tiny opening—something layered that you’d be sure to smell completely.
“you’ve never tried any kind of wine? not even at a party or somewhere else?”
you poured percy the first glass. the shiny red wine darkened the reflected sunset. you moved onto yours. “uh, no. what kind of college parties are you going to that serve wine?”
percy pursed her lips. “now that you mention it, i’ve actually never been to any.”
you placed the bottle back on the table. picking up the stem of your wine glass, you raised it in the air. “let’s cheers to that.”
“cheers.”
carefully, you tipped the glass towards your lips. wine flowed onto your tongue. as soon as it hit, an eruption of flavors coated your tastebuds.
cherries, fresh from the tree and dripping with juice came first. a ripe plum came second. then, the fanciest, foreign-roast coffee beans drew would know all about and a bite of dark chocolate that made that satisfying ‘crack.’ it ended with a hint of something herby.
you eyed the wine glass suspiciously. if wine was that much of an experience, there was no way you could keep it around you.
“was it that good?” percy asked, her tone only slightly teasing.
“yeah, actually. it was really layered.” your voice was dreamy as you recalled it. “how’d you like it?”
percy shrugged. “i thought it was okay. just tasted red to me.”
just tasted red? how could anyone use the word ‘just’ in a description of that wine? you’d never had an experience like that—not with a person or a place, let alone a beverage. you blinked.
and as you saw the small smirk on her face, it all clicked. every piece of it. she could’ve gotten any other drink, but she chose wine. of course she chose wine! because it was all camp and demigods all the time. you sighed to yourself.
wait…your powers. had you just used your powers? or had they used you? what was any of that, actually? that’d just happened, naturally, with zero effort. it didn’t feel anything like how you expected it to. in fact, it felt so much better. but you’d never do it again. of course not.
…right?
this is exactly what percy would want me to think, you thought to yourself. if you said something, she’d win, technically. percy opened the pizza box. you didn’t cast a single look to her—even if you wanted nothing more but to see if her lips were stained with wine.
“when did you get into film?” percy asked, taking a slice.
you took a slice. you could do this. this was the normal date you’d wanted all along.
“i’ve always loved film.” you took a quick bite of the fresh, still hot pizza. “but, i got really into it in middle school, when i googled the best films ever and found taxi driver at the top of every list.
“i watched it and was really disgusted at most parts. but as soon as it ended, and i really thought about it, i realized that was actually the point. scorsese wanted us to feel the same disgust that travis felt. it was so subliminal while also being right in your face, and i just admired that. so, i tried to study film as much as i could, from that point on. senior year, i directed a student film. so, yeah.”
percy had placed her chin in her hand as you talked. she had a tiny upward curve on her lips, and her eyes were intently on you. a warmth spread across your face, and, honestly, your whole body. you took a bite of the pizza in hopes of cooling yourself down.
“that’s so sweet,” she finally said. “this year’s film must’ve been a dream, then.”
you blinked. “in a way, yeah. i mean, i’d been working towards it for such a long time, and it finally got screened at a festival. i guess it could’ve been sooner, if i hadn’t wasted so much time at camp.”
shit. you did not mean to say that out loud. your chest sunk. the distant ocean waves were all you could hear. no retort? no jokes? just…silence? percy shifted in her seat.
“do you miss camp? like, at all?” her question surprisingly lacked judgment.
you’d walked right into that. again. damn. maybe the river styx would get you instead of her. you took a quick sip of your wine before answering with a confident, “no.”
percy sloshed the wine in her glass, a furrow between her eyebrows. your pulse thumped against your ears. if this conversation went any deeper, it’d ruin everything about this moment.
she took a sip of her wine and straightened. “wait, so what do you like about film?”
you hummed. “do you want my director answer or my real answer?”
disdainfully, you cast a glance down to her lips. they were, in fact, stained with red. the residue was clearly sticky—meaning, if you’d kissed her, you’d not only taste the grapes, but it’d be st—
“both.”
you straightened your posture. “my director answer is because you always get a redo. my real answer is probably, i don’t know, the community? it’s really hard to be a solitary filmmaker. or enjoyer, even.”
“huh. that makes a lot of sense.” percy smiled, and you hated how beautiful it was, glowing underneath the golden string lights.
“fuck off.” you waved a hand at her.
percy chuckled. a set of butterflies summoned in your stomach. this was just like the last time you were together—sharing a drink, sitting next to each other outside. you cast another look at her. the navy complimented all of her so, so well. part of you thought about kissing down, touching on every inch of exposed skin.
she met your eyes as they came up. then, her eyes took essentially the same path as your own. every place they trailed sent a jolt of heat with it. she leaned closer, wetting her lips.
the wine bottle still sat in the middle of the table. the pizza was only half-eaten, and the glasses full. it wasn’t a good idea. none of this was. but you found yourself gradually breaking the space between you two.
percy took a sip of her wine. you watched as her necklace-lined throat bobbed, your whole body tingling with a stinging heat. after, she bowed her head and softly asked, “do you want to go upstairs?”
and despite everything your brain brought up to remind you of your past, you said, “yes.”
you took a quick sip of your wine, remembering how every flavor felt. you both stood up. she placed a warm hand on your hip, and before you knew it, pulled you into a kiss. her lips were soft and sticky. the taste of wine lingered on them. as her body pushed and pulled against yours, and her hands ran all along your skin, the only flavor you could conjure was: red.
somehow keeping you against her, she walked you both to the door. you managed to make it all the way upstairs to your bedroom without breaking the kiss once.
as percy laid you onto the bed, you continued to savor the taste of the wine. maybe your powers could somehow tattoo the taste and every feeling with it into your memory.
˚ʚ ꒰📖꒱ (full work summary) it's your first summer away from camp half-blood and your first one in cape may. you and drew have a list of everything you'll do to make it your best—yours including a summer fling with percy. with a mutual memory of a wonderful night, you can already feel a second wind approaching.
but, as you check off the entries, you realize camp will stay in the way of everything and everyone you've ever wanted.
or, at least, that’s what you told yourself. as you took the first steps onto the trail, you abandoned everything about that night with them. tall trees surrounded you, their branches parting to let in the rays of the noon sun.
you had this whole walk of officially being a stranger, and you had to somehow fill the silence—the same silence that made both of you down your waterbottles on the way there. speaking of, you tossed the empty plastic between your hands. if you were going to be strangers, there was one thing you could get away with…
“it’s impossible to find a trashcan around here,” you said.
percy fidgeted with her own bottle. “yeah.”
you didn’t pray often, but this date might make you start. “that seems kind of counterproductive. like, wouldn’t they not want people to litter?”
percy nodded at your statement, her sunglasses bobbing against her nose. a cringe squeezed in your chest. it was so silent that you could literally hear the waterbottle crinkling each time it hit your palm.
this was not at all how you were hoping it went. sure, you were supposed to be strangers, but even strangers were more talkative than this. and just because you were strangers didn’t mean you weren’t director and AD. well, now that you thought about it, if that night had never happened, you technic—
you forced your gaze upwards to the branches. where exactly was the bird chirping coming from? and which birds were doing it? you continued forward blindly. all you could see were ones you’d already known—like the occasional robin or blue jay. nothing special nor serious.
your neck started to ache. you’d never wanted more than to just scream, this isn’t going to work!
“we got a good day for the walk,” percy said. part of you wanted to drop to the ground and raise your hands to rejoice. “warm, but not humid.”
“yeah.”
the path curved as you approached a pond. with the empty waterbottle in hand, there was still no trashcan to be found. the pond rippled around you in a calm, summer afternoon flow.
as tempting as it was to just admit that you couldn’t do this, you refused. this is what you wanted, to never talk about camp. there was nothing bad about this situation. hell, your past self would be thanking you!
“wait, there’s ducks.” percy broke the silence.
you both walked over to the railing, leaning against the sun-warmed wood. in the distance, a group of baby ducks swam. the tiny bundles of yellow fur streaked with brown glowed under the sunlight. they followed close behind their parents. one of them in particular was incredibly behind.
“look at the one that’s behind,” you said.
“aww.”
you and percy—well, her sunglasses—made eye contact for a short second. in that moment, you realized your proximity. strangers, you reminded yourself. but if percy were a stranger, and you were in this exact situation, you’d probably, who knows, kiss her? but she wasn’t. because a stranger wouldn’t have that necklace.
wait, what were you doing?
“we should probably keep walking,” you said.
before you could make an excuse, percy restarted walking. questions flurried in your mind. did you wish percy was a stranger? wouldn’t it make things easier, after all? if you and her never spent that night together. maybe you’d be able to overlook the whole…necklace thing.
well, maybe not, you thought to yourself as the wooden path curved in front of you. as you progressed, your arm brushed against percy’s. your heart raced. like an idiot, you looked over to her. she parted her lips to say something, but stopped.
“sorry,” percy said.
you focused on your waterbottle, trying to ignore the sparks flooding your limbs from that simple touch. that shouldn’t have been nearly as big of a deal as it was.
in your peripheral, a small smile spread onto her lips. “sorry, stranger.”
your chest eased. “no worries, stranger.”
through the end of the trail, surrounded by trees, you two didn’t speak. but, it was easier on the way out than on the way in. birds chirped and ran along the leaves.
“finally, a fucking garbage can.” you groaned, tossing the bottle into the opening. it landed.
percy removed her sunglasses before tossing hers.
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“i’ll wash,” you said.
“i’ll dry.” drew started stacking the plates.
you joined her. the smell of grilled chicken with a hint of lemon lingered in the dining room and kitchen. every plate was licked clean—even the serving plates. the vegetable and rice sides were all demolished.
“i’ll wipe down the table,” annabeth said, slowly standing up.
drew held up her free hand. “we’ve got it. you literally cooked.”
“we cooked together.”
after a beat, percy stood. “it’s fine. i’ll do it.”
annabeth walked to sit in the living room, fighting a smile. drew and her ways. that wasn’t the first time they’d shared a moment over dinner. in fact, the whole dinner was filled with moments—even between you and percy.
well, sort of. you rinsed the dishes, looking out at the backyard-facing window dreamily. anything was a moment with percy after whatever that disaster of a walk was. every second of eye contact filled that void.
though, she hadn’t talked to you directly. you may’ve spoken after she did, and she may’ve done the same, but she never asked you any questions. in her defense, you hadn’t, either. you weren’t officially strangers. no one had said that or even implied it. but were you really supposed to act like friends? two friends who had zero history together?
the water turned scorching. you winced, turning it colder. there had to be a spot between complete strangers and, well, whatever you two were. the spot had to include interactions of some kind, right?
what had percy turned you into? maybe you really were a stranger—to yourself, at least. okay, but anyone could admit that the difference was difficult. like, that night could exist and mean nothing. it didn’t have to be a big dea—
“are we doing anything tomorrow?” percy asked from the dining room.
we? as in, us? you parted your lips to answer. thankfully, drew spoke before you could.
“no.”
annabeth echoed that. and you did, too, feeling a bit left out.
“would you guys want to go surfing?”
seeing percy in a swimsuit, probably all athletic, on a surfboard was not exactly your idea of a sweet spot between, well, anything. it strayed too far from the strangers side and too close to the history you’d shared. you paused your scrubbing, letting the cold water run down your fingers. someone else had to say something. no way you were answering that.
annabeth and drew thankfully said yes.
“and you?” percy asked.
you looked back to her. “do any of us even know how to surf?”
percy smiled. “i could teach you. all of you, actually.”
that was the worst possible answer she could give you. was there any way to teach surfing without being, well, intimate? hands-on? a warmth summoned on your face at the thought. percy’s hands wandering along your sk—
drew elbowed you from where she dried dishes. oh, right. you rolled your eyes. “fine.”
So I've been w my fiance since 2021 and it's just today that I realize he has green eyes? And he's tall (ok, I knew that beforehand but still) and has a swimmer physique (dude my bibi has SHOULDERS, OKAY) and he's usually quiet in public but is actually goofy as fuck in private and he's a fucking smartass bro the amount of times I wanna throttle him is crazy.
And he's teaching me how to use a cruiser board???
And he proposed to me by the beach???
Yall I manifested a brown-haired version of Percy fucking Jackson. Call me Y/N.
˚ʚ ꒰📖꒱ (full work summary) it's your first summer away from camp half-blood and your first one in cape may. you and drew have a list of everything you'll do to make it your best—yours including a summer fling with percy. with a mutual memory of a wonderful night, you can already feel a second wind approaching.
but, as you check off the entries, you realize camp will stay in the way of everything and everyone you've ever wanted.
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˚ʚ ꒰⚠️꒱ FLUFF and LIGHT ANGST. suggestive themes and swearing
the four of you gathered in the starting place for the scavenger hunt—washington street mall. you hadn’t exchanged a word with percy since the incident last night. even surrounded by shops painted loudly—in every color of the rainbow—and shouting passerbys, the silence was already thicker than you’d ever felt.
the app counted down. 3…2…1…
“go!” the voice said.
the first clue appeared on your screen: where was i filmed? i, “a complete unknown.” percy looked over to you. drew and annabeth had yet to set off. with zero interest in whispering the answer in her ear, you headed in the opposite direction. a sign had pointed to congress hall, straight ahead. percy followed you. once you’d passed a few shops, definitely out of their earshot, you spoke.
“i know this. it’s congress hall. i mean, it was filmed in a few other places, but that’s the main one.”
percy nodded. the two of you progressed, passing too many tempting window shopping opportunities. the silence continued. so much so that you caught a snippet of a couple play-fighting and a pit sunk in your stomach.
sure, last night wasn’t your best moment. but there was no way you were going to apologize, let alone be the first one to apologize.
you departed from the mall and into the streets of cape may. the big, banana colored congress hall towered in the distance. seagulls squawked above. the silence had only gotten more tense, especially when percy was right there, a constant reminder.
“how do you even know this?” percy asked. her voice sounded genuinely curious, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on your face.
just as you were about to answer, you stopped yourself. because she clearly couldn’t be trusted with any details about camp—including the list—there was no way you were being direct.
“i’ve always wanted to visit a place a movie was filmed. so, when i found out we were coming to cape may, i googled to see if any movies had been filmed here. a complete unknown was one of them. the only relevant one, actually,” you explained.
percy asked, “wait, what other ones were filmed here?”
“ones that i forgot about the second i closed the IMDb tab.”
percy chuckled. you couldn’t help but laugh with her. in those 30 seconds alone, she reminded you why you liked her in the first place. why you went on this vacation in the first place. when she wasn’t bringing up camp or staring at the ocean, she actually was a fun person to be around. well, considering where that night had led, maybe that wasn’t fully tr—
“i think we just take a selfie with the sign and we’re good.” you pulled out your phone, checking the app. those were, in fact, the instructions.
you and percy posed in front of the sign, with just enough distance between you. you clicked the photo. then, you stepped away, submitting it. the app gave you a star and let out a cute jingle.
you looked up at the large hotel, consisting of multiple levels of yellow walls and an old-fashioned, american-style architecture that made the name fitting. the tall white entrance was something literally right out of a film scene. you could picture the place surrounded with cameras, the director sitting in video village, the decorations being put up and taken down…you were here, stepping on the same ground real hollywood filmmakers had been on. maybe you’d be one of them someday.
anyway, time to sacrifice every ounce of your pride. you took a breath. as slowly as you could, you navigated to your camera app. it opened to your reflection. okay. you could do this.
“i hate to be this person, but could you take a picture of me here?” you extended your phone to her.
percy swallowed down a laugh. “sure.”
you went to pose right near the entrance. for whatever reason, no moment had felt more awkward. thankfully, percy was quick to flag you back. she handed you your phone, covering her smile with her hand. you swiped through them.
“we should’ve brought our DP for this,” she said.
“my AD did a perfectly good job.”
my AD? percy looked just as shocked. you grimaced, diverting your attention to your phone screen. why the actual hell had you said that?
“three clues left,” you said.
⬿•☀️•⤳
a large, rusty structure that you were supposed to believe was once a functioning world war II boat floated a while off the shore. apparently, this was the boat that fought the same fight as one in a famous 2023 movie, that nolan can’t direct unless he has a sailing license. percy was already opening her camera app. according to the map, drew and annabeth were still two clues behind. considering how condensed the town was, sure, that wasn’t too far, but it was far enough.
just as percy reached her arm up, placing the two of you and the ‘boat’ in frame, you said: “they’re two clues behind. they kind of deserve a headstart.”
percy lowered her phone. “won’t they catch up?”
“i mean, they will, but…”
the past hour with her had made you forget all about the countless other hours you’d spent acting like she didn’t exist. she hadn’t brought up camp once, you hadn’t thought about camp once—well, maybe once or twice—and your conversation was normal. it was like you were a normal, mortal pair.
so, when you passed the gift shop on your way in, the idea of spending a little extra time there with her didn’t seem half bad.
“…we could visit the gift shop in the meantime.”
the two of you started walking. percy said, “i’m kind of surprised you’re doing this. i thought you were going to be much more competitive than you actually are.”
you balked. “why?”
she shrugged, running a finger along the beads on her neck. “you just seem like it.”
you fought the urge to ask what does that mean? because, truly, what could it have possibly meant? as you two followed the rocky path, the windows of the gift shop were drained of their golden light. you cursed. a summer sunset reflecting on the glass meant only one thing...
“shit,” you said. “they closed. of course.”
percy blew air from her mouth. “damn.”
you two settled to go sit down on the beach, closer to the top. the white lighthouse and boat towered in the distance. you took your phone out. drew and annabeth hadn’t advanced at all, as to be expected. you could practically picture what was going on—drew taking them past famous victorian buildings, completely out of the way, just to listen to annabeth explain them.
you placed your chin in your hand, looking down at the sand. drew was so, so lucky. her and annabeth had genuine chemistry. drew took her on this trip to see if they’d actually get together—into a serious, full-blown, committed relationship. they were much more mature with their future plans and normal adult lives.
though, if you had powers like them, you probably would’ve been doing the same. drew had charmspeak. she could probably land any PR pitch she wanted to. annabeth had a divine intelligence, which was perfect for anything she wanted to do. meanwhile, you were stuck with, what, changing grapes from green to purple?
you jolted from your thoughts. shit. why were you even thinking about camp in the first place? what, were you going to spend every silent moment like this? like percy? you had a beautiful sunset in front of you and an even more beautiful girl next to you. there were a boatload of opportunities here, and you were wasting all of them.
“the sunset’s really pretty,” you said, absentmindedly.
“yeah.” percy stared out at the ocean. her eyes had that faraway look in them. you could practically taste the burnt hot dogs and feel the smoke of the nearby bonfire against your skin. you could see the way her fingers grazed her necklace, and that exchange that’d followe—
“are you really still thinking about camp?” you asked.
percy placed her face in her palm, mirroring you. “i’m never not.”
you pursed your lips. there was no way. she’d been away from camp for a year and literally gone through college on a campus without a single quiet moment. “not even during, like, school? or midterms? ADing?”
she smiled, breaking out of her daze. “nope. you, out of everyone, should know that.”
your chest burned. you thought back to when the first thing you saw of percy was, in fact, her necklace. at a party, you’d tripped on a puddle of an unidentifiable alcoholic substance and an anonymous arm had caught you. if only you had simply thanked her and walked away... but, no, that quick contact of her skin on yours was enough to send you in the wrong direction.
you thought of saying, actually, you seemed pretty normal on set, hence the reason we’re even here in the first place. but before you could, both of your phones dinged. on your homescreen was a notification stating…
“shit, they’re close.”
you shot up from the ground. the boat couldn’t quite fit in frame from here. so, all you and percy had to do was take a few steps forward. but starting onto the sand was drew and annabeth. phones out and ready.
shit. without thinking, you grabbed percy’s hand, pulling her from the ground. you’d debrief that with your dignity later. “we have to run.”
as you ran, her hand had a surprisingly strong grip around yours. you took out your phone. meanwhile, your foot skidded on something hard, and you tumbled.
percy caught you. she brought you two to running again. you hated the way your heartbeat spiked at that. she always caught you. she caught you in that kitchen, on the drunk walk home from that party and to your dor—
the movement stopped. you suddenly were back in reality. you snapped a selfie, your faces showcasing your mutual exhaustion. then, you submitted it to the app. your screen displayed confetti and a #1 trophy.
percy raised her hand for a high five. drew and annabeth approached. reluctantly, you highfived. whatever. you deserved to enjoy the victory. plus, that was the least intimate physical contact you’d ever shared with her. drew almost collapsed onto her knees. meanwhile, annabeth looked completely unfazed.
“you two cheated,” drew said.
percy chuckled. “regardless, you two losers are buying us ice cream.”
⬿•☀️•⤳
the four of you sat at a table outside of an ice cream parlor. you were stuck next to percy—all because drew insisted on being close to annabeth so they could spoon feed each other. man, the things you did for your friend. you took a spoonful of your own ice cream.
next to you, percy licked her blue raspberry cone—because where did this woman go that blue didn’t follow? her lips closed around a spoonful. their pink contrasted against the blue in a way that should be studied by artists. almost like a beautiful summer sunset. your heart raced, matching a pulse much lo—
“something on your mind?” percy asked, jolting you out of your daze.
you fought the urge to groan on the off-chance she’d interpret that as being aroused. “no.”
percy tilted her head. “it just seemed like you were staring at me or something.”
“and?” you took another scoop of your ice cream. the flavor had gone away, but you didn’t care.
“and it felt…familiar.”
even if you were staring at her, it wasn’t like it was any secret you were attracted to her. why would you have brought her on the trip with you? why would you have thought of her so often? why else would you give her any attention? and why would that night have even happened? you slumped in your seat.
“okay, look, can we please just forget about that night?”
percy paused for a beat, then she said, “if that’s what you want, sure.”
obviously it’s what i want. you squinted at her. something about her was impossible to take seriously, and you couldn’t quite pinpoint what. “i have a hard time believing you’re going to hold yourself to that.”
percy took another spoonful of her ice cream, not responding. of course she’d delay. typical her. after swallowing it, the corners of her lips twitched upward.
“i’ll prove it to you. we can go out, just us two, and we’ll just be strangers again.”
you paused your spoonful of ice cream mid-air. out of everything you were expecting her to say, that wasn’t one of them. you cast a look over to drew and annabeth as if they’d help you. they were too immersed in sharing their ice cream. of course. and it definitely didn’t help that percy looked somewhat satisfied with herself.
was entertaining this—even in the slightest—a good idea? no. yet, you couldn’t help yourself. “where would you even take me?”
“how about we just go on a walk?”
a walk? for a first date? you tapped the handle of your spoon. was percy abnormally annoying? yes. was she also abnormally hot? yes. it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go on a date with her. after all, a summer fling was on your list. and a double date—which, if you didn’t do this, would be really awkward.
maybe she could be a decent person to hang out with when she wasn’t constantly bringing camp up. no, she was. you’d never smiled more with her than on the way to congress hall, where you two were just normal, mortal people, who talked about normal, mortal things.
˚ʚ ꒰📖꒱ it's your first summer away from camp half-blood and your first one in cape may. you and drew have a list of everything you'll do to make it your best—yours including a summer fling with percy. with a mutual memory of a wonderful night, you can already feel a second wind approaching.
but, as you check off the entries, you realize camp will stay in the way of everything and everyone you've ever wanted.
˚ʚ ꒰🖋️꒱ 2.2k words
˚ʚ ꒰⚠️꒱ FLUFF and LIGHT ANGST. suggestive themes and swearing
in just a matter of minutes, every second spent suffering at camp half-blood would be worth it.
…but it could’ve been sooner.
you’d finally managed to get your film on a big screen. but you could’ve been here earlier if you’d spent your summers studying film. you were late to the party. that’s just what being a demigod—
“nope,” you mouthed to your reflection. why on earth were you thinking about camp? let alone in a movie theater bathroom?
just down the hallway, you’d be presenting the film you’d directed. this was the moment you’d been working towards. there was no point in dwelling on the past. not right now.
you washed your hands before setting off.
the theater doors parted, revealing a podium near the screen. your podium. you rolled your shoulders back, straightening your posture. your film was about to change lives—even if just for its twenty minute duration. to savor that, you fixed your gaze straight ahead on your short walk there.
you stepped behind the podium. moment of truth. every time you’d imagined it, there wasn’t an empty seat in the house—all of them occupied by a large and enthusiastic audience that’d make the tedious labor of filmmaking worth it.
your film would finally be taken seriously. your life would finally be taken seriously.
taking a breath, you looked up.
half of the seats were empty. the audience was scattered amongst single seats, the gaps obvious. but, there was one row that was filled—holding the tiny cast and crew of your student film. you waved at them, unable to keep from smiling.
your best friend and main actress drew sat next to your set designer annabeth. next to her was percy, and after that was the rest of the cast and crew. percy caught your eye. she was your first assistant director, a.k.a. every director’s favorite person on set. you’d watched dailies with her, taken and given instructions from her, and basically relied on her to make your vision happen. somehow, she did.
and the next vision she’d make happen was the summer fling you’d dreamt of for years.
you cleared your throat. “hello everyone!” you introduced yourself. “i’m the director of this film. i just wanted to thank all of you for coming, and i hope you enjoy.”
the tiny audience burst into claps, the sound indistinguishable a full house. that part was exactly like the daydream. you skipped up the rows. percy nodded to the empty seat next to her, and butterflies summoned in your stomach as you sat down.
the lights dimmed and the screen blinked on. but all that mattered was percy, smiling at you.
“good job,” she said.
“thank you.” because, somehow, those words meant a lot, coming from her.
the title card showed up. “slate in,” percy whispered.
as soon as the second shot came, you said, “action.”
⬿•☀️•⤳
you, drew, annabeth, and percy sat around a small campfire on the beach. flames cracked and popped, sending sparks into the air. at the horizon, the sun shone its last-hour-light on the atlantic ocean. the four of you fastened hot dogs onto roasting forks.
“cheers to a normal summer!” you raised your fork.
everyone brought the hot dogs to the center of the fire, echoing the cheers. then the roasting began. drew’s nose lightly crunched at the sight. your hot dog caught aflame, the outside slowly darkening.
“i can’t believe this film is over,” annabeth said. “feels like we’ve been working on it forever.”
drew let out a sigh of relief. “tell me about it. i’m so glad i’m only doing PR work from now on. i’m never getting in front of a camera ever again.”
everyone chuckled. like the majority of the cast, drew was only in her position out of urgency. you didn’t know anybody else the day you got the assignment. so, you begged your best friend to forget her major and be your main character. now you had to hope it’d go on next year.
“are you guys taking professor smith’s sophomore classes?” you asked.
drew shook her head. annabeth shook her head. you looked to percy. your heart thumped against your eardrums. please, please, pleeasee… after a second, she shook her head.
“damn. i can’t be on set without at least one of you. please.”
and by that, you meant percy. you had no idea how you were going to function without percy as your AD. you’d gotten so used to what you had on set—your distinct yet intertwined workflows and a shared vision. and, of course, having to act like a certain night never happened.
you sighed, taking your hot dog from the fire.
“i won’t be on set, but i’m down to be the social media manager.” drew also took her hot dog from the fire.
you smiled at that. hot dog buns were passed around. after adding condiments, you all started to eat. drew and annabeth had fallen into talking about internships. right. they had everything about their lives and their careers figured out at 19.
meanwhile, all you could think about was summer, and how this exact moment was one of the many things on your dream summer list. the beach bonfire was the first addition to the list. and here you were. living it. you took a bite of your hot dog just to savor that reality. one entry out of many crossed off. your summer fling would be next, and the double date would be after that.
speaking of, percy looked gorgeous, sitting on the other side of the fire and bathed in its light. she wore a cami top in a blue indistinguishable from the near water, paired with denim shorts. her eyes had been set on the ocean ever since you got here. her hair was lifted by a salty breeze. you took a breath. this summer fling wasn’t going to happen just by sitting on your ass.
you moved to sit next to her. once you were closer, you could lightly smell the ocean on her. it’d followed her around no matter where she went. and it never failed to lapse you right back to the night you met—the same night you and her agreed to never bring up again.
“which film was your favorite?” you asked.
percy peeled her eyes away from the ocean. she traced a small circle in the sand. “that one road trip comedy.”
okay, you were getting somewhere. “mine was the second one we saw. it reminded me of taxi driver, which automatically made it great. obviously.”
she furrowed her eyebrows. “what’s taxi driver?”
oh, bless her heart. you couldn’t stifle your laugh. percy laughed with you, the cute furrow never leaving her eyebrows. “hold on. you’ve been on a film set and you’ve never seen taxi driver?”
she held her hot dog-free hand up. “i hadn’t heard about it until now.”
“what have you been doing all your life?”
“camp.” right. your chest tensed. “school, usual stuff,” she quickly added.
she set her hot dog on a paper plate, resting her head against her knees, her eyes back on the ocean. you took a resetting bite of your hot dog. okay, it didn’t have to be like that night. you two didn’t have to talk about camp. there was plenty else to talk about. just a passing mention, that’s all it was.
“right. at least we have more time now. like, a film a day time.”
percy nodded slowly. “yeah.” after a few seconds, she added: “but i feel like i’ll never stop missing it.”
maybe it would turn out exactly like that night. your posture slouched. camp really had a way of making everyone feel bad for it—like children and teenagers were supposed to feel obligated to defend a bunch of eternal gods. and it also had a way of tainting this interaction with percy, unfortunately.
“what could you possibly miss about it? it was literally hell on earth. for me personally..” you tapped your fingers against the bun of your hot dog.
percy didn’t shift. okay, maybe a mistake. but after all of the dumb, drunken stuff you’d said to her that night, you had no choice but to tell her the truth. the real and sober truth. your chest eased. meanwhile, waves bubbled against the shore, the fire crackling behind you.
“everything.” she tugged her camp necklace. “you really don’t miss it?”
“of course not.”
“that’s hard to believe.” she smiled, mostly to herself.
you knew what she was referencing and you weren’t going to give her the benefit of addressing it. she took a bite of her hot dog, mindless, still yet to look at you. the heat from the fire suddenly became overwhelming. you were drunk that night. drunk!
“nothing i said that night was true. i was drunk. and you brought it up. you literally set me up.”
percy shrugged, making eye contact. “if you insist. the whole ‘second chance’ thing just seemed a little too specific to be false.”
how had you ever been attracted to this woman? maybe because she didn’t constantly act like this on set. there was that one off incident at the party, but—obviously—nobody is defined by the dumb stuff they say when drunk. if you had known percy hadn’t understood that, you would’ve never booked this trip in the first place. you mentally scolded yourself.
you raised your pitch to a mocking tone. “i definitely want a second chance at camp. you’re completely r—”
“guys?” drew interrupted. “do you remember the name of that one horror film with the group of girls in the mall?”
“forbidden fruits.” “forbidden fruits.” you and percy said simultaneously.
drew widened her eyes. “thanks…” she turned back to annabeth.
a silence found itself between you and percy, before she tilted her head and asked, “what were you saying?”
⬿•☀️•⤳
a cool breeze followed as you and drew parted from a beachside cafe. she carried a cupholder with everyone’s orders. from the bag in your hand, the smell of fresh croissants wafted up. if you could just be there, under the morning sun, walking along the beach, with delicious food in your hands, maybe it’d erase the memory of last night.
unfortunately, as you walked on, nothing changed. you sighed, but it came out like more of a groan. the entire point of getting drunk at a party was to forget everything that happened at said party. that applied to you and percy, but apparently didn’t work for either of you. did you have a power that could erase drunk memories? you reached your foot over the sidewalk to kick a small patch of sand.
“are you okay?” drew asked. “you’ve literally been angry since i asked you about forbidden fruits. and that was twelve hours ago.”
“yeah, it’s just…personal stuff.” you waved a hand.
drew stopped walking, and you did, too. she narrowed her eyes. “you know skinny dipping is on our list? like, we’re going to see each other naked, but i’m not on ‘personal stuff’ level?”
she wasn’t wrong. though, if you were going to speak, you at least had to have coffee. maybe the caffeinated version of the story would be less horrific. you took the drink from the cupholder and took a long gulp.
“okay.” you started walking again. “percy brought up that night last night.”
you two passed the first victorian house on your street. great. at least this would be over soon. drew said, “okay…what’d she say about it?”
“nothing. she just was like, ‘i find that hard to believe’ when i said i didn’t miss camp. and, sure, we were arguing before because she does miss it and makes it everyone else’s problem, but still.”
you took another sip of your coffee. the house was only getting closer and closer, meaning whatever was on your mind had to get out.
“i just…i should have never said a thing to her. because now she’s holding it against me, like ‘you’ll never get over that night.’ she’s going to think that i actually miss camp. and i don’t. i was drunk, for fuck’s sake.”
drew fought a smile. “in vino veritas.”
“shut up.” you nudged her arm. “anyway, there’s just no way this summer is going to work. she clearly gets a joy out of…doing that. and i can’t stand to be around her if she does.”
the crosswalk was approaching. what wouldn’t you do to erase that conversation. it wasn’t true; you didn’t miss camp. sure, you occasionally thought about it, but that didn’t mean anything.
“i’m sure you’re excited about the scavenger hunt today, then,” drew said.
the street hadn’t emptied yet, meaning there was still an opportunity to jump into the active traffic. you planted your feet on the sidewalk. shit. fuck your stupid, ambitious, gay life. when you were planning the trip, you’d found an online scavenger hunt, and of course you figured you’d team with percy. well…
you took out your phone and opened the scavenger hunt app. scrolling to the scheduled hunt, you looked for a cancel button.
drew tapped your elbow. you crossed the street. your airbnb was just seconds away. you scrolled down. both of your names and phone numbers were listed on team 1, drew and annabeth’s on team 2. a small piece of text on the bottom read All teams are final.
“fuck.” hopelessly, you tapped the names. nothing. they didn’t move, and were shaded. “fuck my life.”
you approached your victorian-style airbnb, stepping onto the first step. drew placed a hand on your shoulder. “hey, if anything, take it as an opportunity to, like, retry with her.”
“all she talks about is camp. she’s going to bring it up, i guarantee."
⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 fluff, fem!reader, Walker!percy, y/n used, reader is a hades kid, comfort, friends to lovers, kissing
⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 reader experiences slight jealousy because of annabeth, but percy reassures her. it ends up being worth it anyway 💞
⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝒘𝒄 1.5
⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆: 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑 — 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐 — 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏
percy had been away from y/n all day, probably just being kept busy by annabeth, y/n thought. she had gotten dressed into the spare clothes she always kept in the poseidon cabin, then slipped out to do her responsibilities. most days, percy would find y/n whenever he could, then get scolded by annabeth for slacking off. today, she only saw him when she walked past the arena where percy was training. it was normal, though, y/n knew he would be back with her when he was able to.
the sun had started to set and it was now well into the afternoon. y/n was sitting on the small steps of the poseidon cabin, waiting patiently for percy arrive. soon enough, he saw him. he was running up to her with a big smile on his face.
“y/n! y/n! guess what!” he said excitedly and stood in front of her. “i talked to chiron, and he said he could arrange for a hades cabin to be built!”
y/n stood up, too, and smiled. “really? that’s great, thanks for doing that for me,” she said and hugged him around the neck. percy’s arms wrapped around her waist and he smiled into her shoulder.
“you’re welcome, anything for you, y/n, you know that,” percy replied. his thumb gently stroked the waist.
“i can still sleep in your cabin sometimes, though, right?” y/n asked and the two pulled back a little. percy looked at her.
“of course, you can stay with me whenever,” percy reassured. “besides, it’ll take a while for the hephaestus cabin to finish building it anyway,” he added.
y/n nodded. “yeah, you’re right. i know, i was just making sure.”
percy smiled and put his hands on her shoulders. “what, you thought i would kick you out or something because you have your own cabin?” he teased then shakes his head. “i love having you,” he says then quickly adds, “i mean in my cabin! it- it’s nice. cool. um- yeah.” he cringes at himself before smiling at y/n awkwardly. “um, anyways,” he said a little higher than usual, “dinner then come back to my cabin?” he asked.
y/n nodded eagerly. “i understand what you mean, perce. and yeah, dinner then back here sounds good.”
percy let out a small sigh of relief. “good. okay, good. let’s go, i’m so hungry.”
“yeah i bet you are after all that training,” y/n chuckled.
on their way to the dining pavilion, percy told her about the new tricks annabeth told him about how to fight.
“she’s so smart, i’d definitely want her help if i was in trouble,” percy said. “and, she showed me a new technique with riptid-“ he cut himself off when he saw y/n’s expression. she was smiling, but it wasn’t warm like it normally was when she was listening to him. “y/n? is something wrong?”percy asked and stopped walking to look at her properly.
“i’m okay, you keep talking,” y/n said, trying to brush it off.
percy frowned slightly. “i can tell someone is bothering you.” he paused. “is it because i was talking about annabeth?”
y/n looked away. “no, it’s fine. you can be friends with other girls.”
percy still looked confused, but he softened. “you’re my favourite friend, though. annabeth isn’t going to replace you if that’s what you’re worried about. i just think she’s cool, but you’re the coolest,” he said reassuringly.
y/n glanced at him. “you promise?” she asked quietly.
percy smiled at her softly, “i promise,” he said with confidence. “now, come on. let’s get some food then we can finally be alone again.” he took y/n’s hand gently and led her to the dining pavilion.
“would you rather twenty blue cookies, or, two bags of blue candy with only five pieces in each?” y/n asked as she laid on her stomach on percy’s bed, who was sitting beside her with his legs crossed.
percy hummed as he thought. “five each? so like ten pieces of blue candy in total… but twenty blue cookies… if they’re my mom’s blue cookies, definitely those,” he decided.
“good choice,” y/n replied. she sighed and flipped onto her back, resting her hands on her stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
percy scooted down from sitting against the headboard and laid beside her. “what are you thinking about?” he asked as he studied her.
“i’m just tired,” y/n answered.
“do you want to go to sleep?” percy asked and brushed the back of her fingers with his.
y/n hesitated for a second before nodding. “yeah, let’s sleep.” she sat up and got into a more comfortable sleeping position.
percy stayed still, but then he shuffled closer. “you promise you’re okay?” he asked again.
y/n sighed. “yeah, don’t worry.” she cuddled up to percy. “let’s just sleep,” she murmured.
percy nodded and wrapped his arms around her and relaxed. “okay,” he whispered.
…
“percy?”
“yeah?”
“i’m really happy we’re best friends,” y/n confessed quietly.
percy smiled with genuine happiness. “me too. i finally feel like… like i’ve found someone i belong with.”
“you feel like you belong with me?” y/n asked and looked at him.
percy’s breath caught slightly, and he turned his head to look at her. he felt butterflies in his stomach as he studied her face with the light the moon provided as it shone through the nearby window. “yeah,” he breathed. “something like that.”
y/n leaned in slightly, her gaze flicking down to his lips before it went back up to his blue eyes. percy felt his heart beating harder in his chest and his breath quickened slightly, though not in panic.
“i feel like that too… with you,” y/n murmured. “can i kiss you?”
percy’s eyes widened slightly at the question. “k-kiss me? like- on the lips?” he swallowed. “i um.. ye-yes. yes, please, y/n. kiss me.”
they both leaned in and met each other in the middle, their lips pressing against each other. the kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant and tentative. but as they both get more confident and feel how much they like it, they kiss more quickly and apply more pressure. percy’s hands gently pulled her by her waist to be more pressed against him.
“y/n,” percy murmured against her lips.
they pull away for air, leaning their foreheads against each other. their breaths mingled together, cashing the skin of their faces to dampen slightly from the heat.
“was that okay?” y/n asked gently.
“it was more than okay, y/n. i- i actually really liked it,” percy said, then hesitantly asked, “does it- does this change anything?..”
y/n didn’t answer immediately. she wasn’t sure what to say.
“do you want it to?” she asked.
“no. i mean- maybe some things…” percy admitted.
“tell me what you want, perce,” y/n encouraged.”
“i want to be able to be hold you like this all the time, and i want it to mean more than just a friend thing. i want to call you cute nicknames and tell people- tell them that you’re mine, and i’m yours… i want to be your boyfriend, y/n.”
at percy’s confession, y/n’s breath caught a little. she hadn’t expected him to be so honest, but she glad he was. she was glad he felt the same way.
“i want that too. i’ve wanted it for a little bit now… you just- you always make me feel so safe and so seen. i was honestly a little worried you were beginning to have feelings for annabeth…” y/n admitted.
“oh. no, no, it’s not like that with annabeth at all. she’s- she’s nice, but i don’t want her. just you. always you, y/n,” percy said reassuringly. “and i’m really happy i make you feel like that. i don’t want to make you feel anything bad, never.”
“i know,” y/n said, “i believe you. because you’ve always shown me. so… what does this make us now?” she asked a little nervously.
percy looked in her eyes and softly lifted his hand from her waist to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and cup her cheek. “boyfriend and girlfriend. only if- if you’re okay with that, of course,” he said while he was smiling.
y/n smiled, too. “of course i want that! so we’re a.. a couple now?”
percy nodded. “you’re my girlfriend now,” he murmured, and he looked so happy. he admired her in the moonlight. “you’re really pretty, love.”
y/n smiled softly and blushed, a little shy from the compliment and the nickname. “thank you.”
“can i kiss you again?” percy asked gently.
“of course. you don’t have to ask now,” y/n said.
percy connected their lips again, and he poured all of his pent-up love into it.
Tags!: Percy Jackson x GN! Reader, Sleep over, kind of a crack fic, solangelo at the end!
Tonight was a calm night. A rare one away from the camp's pure chaos and screams of kids getting chased by other kids. The slight coldness of the night was a nice change to the humidness of the weather lately.
Cuddled up together in cabin 3 you were fast asleep, tugging on the blanket slightly, rolling over and kicking Percy off of the bed. Percy woke up, confused, a bit cold, but also extremely groggy He got up off the floor and onto the bed again this time kicking you off the bed with the blanket. A loud splat was heard when you fell of the bed. The sound was so loud it echoed through the cabin walls.
Percy, of course, regretting what he did, panicked.
"Baby did you hit your head?!"
You sat up, confused and disoriented.
"Huh...?"
Percy quickly got on the floor with you holding your head gently.
"Are you okay?! Do you need me to get you to Will or the other Apollo kids?!" He said as he checked your head for something.
"Percy what're you on about...? Let's just get back to sleep." You said softly.
Percy now calming down, he simply helped you back on the bed and went back to cuddling you. He put his bicep under your head as he as raised a leg to your thigh. With that you both fell asleep again the calmness of the night settling between you both, and somewhere in the Hades cabin, Will jolted awake. Nico being confused sat up.
"What's wrong? What'd you dream now?" Nico said raising a brow.
"I dreamt someone woke me up at night because someone hit their head." Will gave a slight wince as Nico smirked and went back to bed.
