⚠️: fem coded reader (her), talk of quests, books. Let me know if I missed anything in warnings
Your quest laned back a while ago
And you immediately go to your cabin and crash
You wake up and look out the windows for a minute before grabbing the book you left on the nightstand over 2 weeks ago
Before you know it, the door slowly opens to see your boyfriend
He looked so confused
"Have you been here for over 5 hours?" he asked, walking into the room. "mr.d has been looking for you for a while to get your report of the 2 weeks quest you JUST finished"
You get up from the chair and look annoyed as you pull the book down before walking by him to the door
He grabs you by the waist and looks at you just staring
"Percy," you asked. "You ok"
"I'm ok," he said, eyes not moving. "You have been gone for weeks, and I haven't seen you"
You wrap your arms around his neck as you hold eye contact
He kisses your forehead as you slip away from him to the door
He looks a little sad you are not near him anymore
"I'll be back in less than an hour," you say, his eyes drop when you leave the room
"God's why did I miss her so much," he said, walking out of your cabin and out into the main camp to wait for you to come back
﹙ 𝐵eing seen 𓂃 PERCY JACKSON
cw body dysmorphia . comfort ! mention of different body types , mention of a possible ED , take care ! ♡
It was hardly a secret that you were struggling.
Observant as your boyfriend was, Percy Jackson did not miss the slight changes in your behavior, regarding the image of your very own body. The way you would now be constantly stealing glances at yourself in mirrors, whether it was the ones in changing rooms, large windows or even in passing cars. He also noticed how you would adjust your pants just a bit lower, frustrated when they would still not look right. And it never really does, does it ? He would notice your face turn to a frown, because in your mind, you swear that's not what your stomach looked like when leaving !
You now claim you feel bloated all the time, like a balloon ! He watches you prod at your stomach like it isn't your skin …, like you're internally wishing it to shrink. He knows ― or well, guesses ― that you barely have any idea what you really look like. He doesn't like how you're not simply just opening your mouth anymore when he coaxes you into trying this new blue snack he'd found in the store today, and how you now always reach for the bag first. You've recently started reading into the nutrition label, eyes now always quickly scanning over it, acting like you're reading the ingredients when that's far from what you're really doing …
Percy never mentions it, though, and just lets you do whatever pleases your mind, because it's not like you're not eating or anything. No, you still eat normal-sized meals, you still finish your plate like you normally would, like you should ! You comment on 'too much sugar', but you eat it nonetheless. And he might feel a little guilty about this one, but he is doing this all in his best interest ! He's even checked if you would suddenly go to the bathroom after breakfast, lunch, or out-of-the-blue fast food runs. But no, you eat, and it stays. Much to his relief, really !
So, he takes you to the museum one day. A subtle attempt to soothe your troublesome thoughts. Percy loves you, including your wonderful body !
And he's tugging you along before your gaze can really shift to another window. You don't ask, you never ask … Because the act of steeling glances at yourself has become something you just do without really thinking about it, something now deeply rooted in your routine, with the fear of looking bad or weird or … Undesirable.
It's all in good will when Percy practically tugs you through a display full of marble sculptures embodying gods and goddesses (all differently sculptured, and beautiful in their own remarkable way). And although you have a feeling why he's proposed to go here in the first place, you don't call him out on it, merely letting yourself feel warm and loved by his simple action of care …
At the end of your little museum date, you find yourself facing the embodiment of beauty and love, an ethereal display of Aphrodite. Her body is carefully crafted to perfection, with her natural curves carved in with care, and a bit of healthy fat showcased in her thighs and stomach. And Percy watches from the side, smiling when he notices the calm expression on your face, the way it dawns on you … Maybe your body was fine, healthy.
Later that day he will lay his head on his stomach, lips pressed to the skin like it's a sacred place, a temple ! He coos about how it keeps his organs safe, how soft it feels under his hands and how grateful he is to be allowed to call this beautiful body of yours, his. He loves all of you, and he hopes you'll slowly learn to, too.
HI OH MY GODS!! your writing drives me INSANE in the best way possible and i'm so obsessed with your fics. i was wondering if you could somehow make a fic based on the "no one touches her!" line in the book??
i'm just imagining maybe an argument between percy and reader before the big fight and then the line happens and then maybe end in fluff?? ofc you can take this however you want to!! THANK YOU A MILLION!!
No One Touches Her - Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader
author's note: OMMGGG TYSM!!!! im so glad you like my work!! thanks for the request! i'm sorry it took a while and i hope you like it :)
warnings: cursing, battle, mention of bloof
genre: fluff
word count: 1.1k
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"you don't care about me!" y/n yelled from across the room. "you never have!"
"do you even hear yourself right now?" percy retaliated, just as loudly. "you know damn well i'd do anything for you!"
a battle was on its way as percy and y/n had their loud disagreement in an unknown sector of camp. she'd loved him for too long. she'd kept faith in him for too long. she'd been "friends" with him for too long.
"really percy! than answer my one fucking question, what are we?"
"you're my best friend!" he answered.
"that's what i mean! you know damn well we're not just 'best friends!'" she said angrily. "i can admit what i feel for you, why can't you do the same?"
"because i don't know!" he confessed. "i don't know."
of course he didn't know how he felt about her. of course he didn't consider the countless nights they'd stayed up and held each other while they wept about their lives. of course he didn't count how many times they'd almost kissed. of course he didn't count her.
"i'll put in words for you." she said softly, her eyes welling up with tears. "more than friends, less than lovers."
a war was about to begin. and now if she died, he would know how she'd truly felt all these years. percy looked at her with empathy and guilt in his eyes, but she turned away, preparing for the worst.
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good thing she had prepared for the worst, because how else would she have been able to fight off four monsters, by herself, with a sprained ankle, blurry vision, and intense fatigue.
she felt herself wobble as she swung her sword, but it made no impact. suddenly, she felt herself drop to her knees as spots of black began to fill her eyesight.
was this it? was this how it was going to end?
she looked around at the hideous faces that surrounded her. she'd die a martyr, a warrior, maybe even a hero. she wondered what her legacy would be; if anybody would remember her. she felt a monster slither closer to her.
"she can't fight anymore." it chuckled. "she's giving up."
"she's worn down." another monster added. "let's finish the job."
dying at the hands of a vicious beast wasn't exactly her top choice, but she couldn't do anything to prevent it. her limbs felt weak, her mind fogged up. she felt herself collapse on the ground. this was it. this was how it was going to end. she took one final look at the warzone around her.
"goodbye y/n." a monster chuckled.
suddenly, the monster began yelling in pain. her eyes fluttered open as she watched the monster float into the air, choking and gasping. then it happened to the next monster, and the next, and the next.
"no one touches her!" an angry, powerful voice yelled.
y/n fluttered her eyes open, squinting so she could see. there he was, in all his glory. percy jackson. she heard a pop sound, realizing that the monsters had exploded. he'd killed them. but he didn't slash and stab them, he bent their blood.
she faintly heard percy's voice as he knelt down next to her.
"y/n? y/n!" he screamed, stroking her hair. "fuck fuck fuck."
she felt herself get moved as her eyes shut.
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she woke up with the same blurry vision. she blinked a few times to clear it up before checking her surroundings. she was in the infirmary. she looked around, and saw someone across from her on her bed. he was looking down at the ground, anxiously bouncing his leg. his hand rested atop hers.
"percy?" she asked, looking at him.
he quickly turned to look at her and his eyes lit up.
"y/n!" he smiled. "you're awake, you're alive!" turning to face her.
will solace came in.
"she's awake!" percy said enthusiathically.
"i know." he smiled. "i heard you from across the hall."
"what happened?" y/n asked
"you were hit, and passed out from losing too much blood." will explained.
percy was still wearing the same tattered clothes from battle.
"i'll give you guys a few minutes, y/n, i'll be right back to check your vitals." will said, exiting the room.
"how long have you been here?" she asked, sitting up a little bit.
"i dunno, twenty-somethin' hours?" he guessed.
"non-stop?"
he shrugged in response.
"percy, i-"
"listen, i know we had a fight beforehand. and the truth is, i wasn't confused, i was scared. i didn't want to ruin everything we had for a relationship. and the thought of losing you freaked me out, so i-i was a dick and i lied."
"percy-"
"just hear me out, y/n. you almost died, and i, i don't know, i just don't think i could live if you weren't here." he admitted. "when you said 'more than friends, less than lovers,' you were wrong. we are more than friends. i love you, i always have, and i'm sorry that i made you doubt that-"
her heart fluttered as the three words left his mouth. she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. his arms gently wrapped around her as her hands cupped his face. he tasted like smoke and salt-water. his hair reeked of battle, and she could feel how rough his skin was. he pushed her back a little, deepening the kiss. it was passionate, it was sweet, it was long overdue.
"holy olympus, get off of her. it's been two minutes since the girl woke up." will said as he returned.
percy, very annoyedly, was forced to pull back as will checked y/n's vitals.
"all good, y/n." he smiled. "you're free to go whenever you're ready. stay light on the sugar. don't push yourself too hard just yet. get plenty of rest."
"thank you will." she smiled back.
"where's my thank you?" percy asked, offended. "i saved your life."
"you ruined my shot at a really cool death." she laughed.
"i'm sure the sugar will get to you before the monsters do." he chuckled, before leaning in to kiss her again.
it was a little more needy this time. it was clear percy had heard will's clearance, because he was a little more firm this time.
"sorry, forgot my stethoscop- for the love of gods jackson." will commented, grabbing his equipment and hitting the back of percy's head.
"ow!" he remarked, rubbing the back of his head.
y/n couldn't help but laugh. percy laid his head on y/n's chest.
"i love you." he said, quietly.
"i love you more." she smiled. "but you've gotta get up before will comes in and yells at you again."
Can u do a Percy Jackson x reader where he’s like trying to impress her by doing something and reader is just like “yeah ok pretty boy keep talkin”
babe idk but this reminds me of that one scene from ATLA where Aang is doing the rock spinny thing in his hands and NOBODY’S impressed. They’re like yeah airbender air bending wow so cool
Percy feels like a magician being pulling out of a rabbits mouth by a hat. He impresses everyone else at camp, everyone, but not you. This is just wrong. He’s cool? He’s a child of the Big Three? He’s cool?
Okay fine, he thinks, I’ll just summon a mini hurricane.
And now half of the dryads at camp are pissed at him for messing up their hair and the lake is in semi-disarray.
You’re standing at the beach, sneakers kissing the water as you watch him attempt to juggle balls of seaweed and fail miserably. He’s got that cute charming smile on his face as usual and he totally thinks you’re into him until you shake your head and turn around.
He speeds towards you on his personal storm of H2O, plants and confusion.
“Y/n!”
“Percy.” You turn back towards him and shove a lock of hair out of you face.
Now, he doesn’t know what to say. He’s exhausted his vocabulary already. You save him the trouble.
“Need something?”
“What’s your issue?” Wow, great going Percy. Really awesome of you to start that way.
“I’m kind of hungry but otherwise, I don’t have any.”
“Well then why are you… why are you so-”
“So unimpressed with your circus act? Because, Percy, I don’t care.”
His heart dropped. His hurricane slowed and quieted down. He wanted to say he didn’t care either but you continued.
“I don’t care about seaweed juggling or completely-water squirt guns or manatee love triangles,” He was going to say that it was actually a love square but you cut him off, again. You were pretty good at that. “That’s superficial. And it’s not you. You, Perce, are more than water tricks and badly timed jokes. I’m not impressed with those things because I don’t care to know what makes other people laugh, I care to know what makes you happy.”
Percy’s heart regained its footing and found itself in his chest again, a little bit higher now but maybe that was from his puffed-out chest. At some point in your speech, you hands had landed on his cheeks. You pulled him out of the water and the hurricane died instantly, washing away without a trace.
He stood next to you on the beach, speechless.
You nudged his mouth close with an index finger on his chin. “You don’t have to say anything witty. I’m just happy you heard me.”
You almost closed his mouth another time as it hung open before it started speaking. “Yeah, me too.”
There was a pause, his hand found your nape.
“I like you.” He confessed.
“I know,” You agreed, “I like you too.”
He kissed you softly, you tasted like marshmallows and juice.
“So I guess this means I can tell the sea lions we don’t need to hear their cover of ‘The Lion Sleeps Tonight’?”
You laughed and it made his eyes crinkle. Maybe he couldn’t impress you, but at least he could make you smile.
Ok but. Percy’s idea of romance is most definitely from his parents. Traditional romance, courtly love and chivalry. Him sending flowers to reader as a secret admirer and her not getting it at all because they’re all single flowers that are very different. Until she drags Keyleth into it and they do some research. Look up “Victorian Language of Flowers” for inspo.
“Undying love” “true beauty” and all kinds of sweet meanings behind each flower. He’d get Keyleth to help because she’s a romantic and number 1 shipper.
HEY guess whose back xx
Percival de Rolo x Reader
Warnings - cussing lol, sharp objects????
"Victorian ways of loving.", Percy x Reader
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(A/N - very thankful thank you to leopard for giving me the silly little flower sites for this!!!)
Recently, you had gained a secret admirer. Overall? Weird. But.. entertainment wise? The most interesting mystery you've put yourself up to in a while.
Of course, it wasn't just you who was "solving" the case of a seemingly allergy-less admirer, it was Keyleth helping you. Knowing she worked so well with plants, who else was there really to go to?
Every time you received a new flower on your windowsill, your doorstep, or handed to you by someone on the street, you giddily sped-walk to the druid's ivied library she hung around daily.
"You'll never guess what I got this time, Keyleth. A single violet."
"..That's not a violet."
Taking the delicate flower from your hand, she rotates it clockwise and counter, careful not to touch the petals. She smiles. Still looking at the flower, she speaks;
"This is an Iris flower. Isn't she so gorgeous? Whoever gave you this, has to be thinking into something a little more than just flowers. I mean, I've personally never seen someone just give less than a bouquet of flowers to a special someone, have you?"
She shakes her ideas off onto you, still analyzing the flower. You lean against the table she was just sitting at, and watched her explore the library with the Iris.
"Where you going?"
"To get a book on Victorian flowers, of course. I remember my mom telling me something about Victorian flower meanings being something heavily carried throughout the years."
You followed Keyleth on her heels, sticking close to her and watching her actions. Her finger glides against the cloth covers of books, as she whispers, 'Victorian flowers, Victorian flowers, Victoriannn..' She lets out a small gasp, and leans the book out of it's place.
"Here it is! C'mon. Let's sit."
Sitting down, she heaves a sigh.
"So. Tell me all about those flowers you've been getting." She raises her eyebrows, flipping through the pages of the book, the scent of aged paper wafting faintly into your nose. She flipped, occasionally turning back for the table of contents.
"Well.. there've been a few. The first time I got one from them? It were these yellow little pansies. It was wrapped with a thin purple ribbon. I bit the stem, it was a little sour."
"Why would- Iris! Well, reads here that your little lover here is trying to say they think you're smart, and they put faith in you. Isn't that just so romantic?" Keyleth smiles, reading the words with her fingers.
"Well- what about the pansies?" You scoot closer to Keyleth, eyeing the book next to her.
"Hey, while I find flowers, why don't you keep telling me about the little expressions of romance you received?"
"Oh! You know what? There was this pair of flowers I got three days ago. Cute little white and pink daisies. It had a lively sense to it."
You listened to Keyleth flip through pages, double checking the contents, book marking pages with her fingers. You watched her read the page numbers to herself.
"Okay, pansies and daises right here! Lets read?" She turned a smile to you, bringing the book to the middle of the two of you. She points, she reads.
'Pansies. A flower commonly traded between secret lovers, but evolved into a flower that expresses to the receiver that the giver has been thinking of them.' She stops.
She reads again.
'Daisies. A flower that belongs to the 'Aster' branch. With a variety of colors, they were used to express differentiating terms. Most commonly for romance, white and pink were used. The white flowers expressed true, and pure love. The pink daises were often associated and linked to gentleness, romance, and love.'
Keyleth lets in a sharp breath. She had read all that in one go, and you didn't blame her for needing air.
"Isn't that so cute? Agh! You guys would be so cute together."
"We don't even know whose giving me these, Keyleth. What if it's like- some super betrayal from some random guy who hates us?"
"Uhm. It wont." Keyleth shined a toothy grin to you, and turned back to her book, to the contents.
"Well.. two days ago I got a bush heliotrope. It had a note in it. I think I remember it saying something about the sun. Super weird and poetic."
Keyleth leans forward, sitting her head up on her hand.
"Why don't you go get that for me, then? I don't think that's a flower in here.." She frowned.
"Yeah! Of course." You pushed your chair back, pushing yourself up with the table.
You frizz Keyleth's hair before continuing out the library. You open the beautiful spruce door, clicking it behind you. You sped-walk, trying your best to not make Keyleth wait for you for too long. It was sweet of her to help you with your romantic predicament.
You make a sharp turn into a hall, and you walk directly into a wall. You yelped in shock, stumbling backwards with the unexpected change of interior.
Before you fall flat on your ass, you're wrist is caught by another hand, and you're pulled up.
"Oh- I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you. Are you hurt?"
It was Percy. Oh how humiliating. Your small little fun crush on the man grew during your ventures with him, and you couldn't help to be stunned at the inconvenience of the moment.
You took his body language in. His face was tucked with guilt and concern for you. His hand gracing your face, cupping it. He brushes his thumb upon your cheek softly.
"Yeah. Thanks. I would have fell if you didn't catch me. I genuinely thought you were a wall for a few moments." You changed your stance, releasing his hand. You tucked one hand under the other, crossing your arms under your chest.
"Wait, you thought the keep had just- suddenly changed so you walked into a wall?" You watched his face dissolve from concern to a humored smile.
You turn your face, studying the wall that was to your left, and not in front of you. You hear him emit a small laugh, so pure and gratifying you couldn't help but smile too. You fought it, but you smiled.
You feel his other hand drop to your waist. You felt the hem of your shirt slightly lift, your sensitive skin jumping at the cold mechanical hand.
"Hey, don't be like that. Not the nicest thing to not look at someone talking to you, is it?" His hand that rest on your face turned you to look at him.
You looked back up to him, ruffled by his confident move. Mouth slightly ajar, your hand moves to his face. You drift closer to him.
Both of your eyes closed.
"Now.. as much as I enjoy your company, de Rolo the third, I'm afraid I have something to do."
You let go of his face, you pull away. You walk down the hall, your hand outlining his arm, and picking his hand up with your's, letting go when you're out of his reach.
You walk up the stairs, and close your door and listen to it creak shut, slowly. It clicks. You slide against it.
"Oh my god."
You deeply inhale, knowing you wasted the opportunity of kissing the Noble who lingered in your dreams. You stand, fixing your dragged hair, and open the nightstand next to your bed.
Shuffling through pens, papers, feathers, beads, knife sharpener, switch blade, nail filer, and other trinkets you kept roughly tossed in the drawer, you find the note you received with the flowers.
Your hands softly traced the neatly and delicately assorted letter as you read;
'My love,
You are the beaming sun that I turn to like heliotrope. Without you as my stream of light, I would be lost. You as my guide, I require no assurance that all will turn peacefully. Even with my name that of which is untold, I stand with you devoted, infatuated, and confidently regardless to your obliviously and curiosity. Please, allow all the flowers I send to sink to your heart and be remembered, kept, and admired for all your prosperous life.
Sincerely,
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Although romantic, the sign off was tragically confusing. You smiled, and tucked the note into your pocket. You rush down the stairs, jogging to the library.
You open the door slowly, and crack it enough to not make noise.
You could hear Percy and Keyleth talking, and you couldn't help but eavesdrop.
You snaked yourself around the libary, reaching a shelf that covered you, and was close enough to hear what they were saying.
"Percy. I won't be making orchids, or any flower in that matter, if they aren't to actually express yourself. No more notes!"
Keylath bantered Percy, complaining of how shy he was.
"Okay. If you make me these orchids, I'll.. tell them I love them."
"Yes!" Keyleth cheered, swiping the pot filled with moss, bark, and dried root. She worked her magic, and out came the loveliest orchid branch anyone could ever lay their eyes on. If only they were to be received by you instead of whomever the gunslinger showed interest in.
"Thank you Keyleth. I'll forever be in your debt."
"Pay me back by being super romantic."
Keyleth raised her voice as she watched the noble walk away, and exit through the door.
You rose, and walked back to the table, smiling at keyleth.
"Guess who got the little paper back super duper fast?"
"Aw, thanks. Lemme read."
After reading the note sighs. not having a clue what to do with the meaning.
"Hey, do you have any idea what that little sign off means?"
Keyleth lets out a knowing laugh. "Yeah. I bet they could be the initials of somebody."
"No one could possibly have initials that long, Kiki."
She picked a ink felt pen up from the table, spelling out the name.
"P - Percival. F - Fredrickstein. v - von. M - Musel. K - Klossowski. d - de. R- Rolo. See those little lines? Those stand for 'the third'."
You watched her map out the name on the love letter. You turned to her, waiting for her to say something more.
"What are you waiting for? I didn't make a bunch of flowers for nothing!" She laughed, and pulled you up from the chair, dragging you to the door, and shoving you out.
Before she closes the door, she peaks her head out.
"Oh, and make sure to not tell Percy I told you. He'd kill me." She let out a tired, and oddly terrified laugh.
The door slams. At least someone's eager?
You treaded slowly through the hall, your steps swift and quiet. You listened carefully for Percy throughout the keep Vox Machina collectively lived in. It wasn't late at night, so everyone was still up.(Not like it being late would stop any of them from being awake..) Regardless of this, everyone walked in their own distinctive way, and if they didn't, the weight of their steps revealed who was walking.
Eventually you heard the door to the yard of the keep open and shut. You assumed it was Percy, and it was best never to doubt some things.
You ran after the sound, opening the keep yard door when you reached it, and softly shutting it behind you.
You turned, softly taking in the scenery. It was sunset. The sky was a soft glow of pink and orange, and the sun was kissing goodbye. You smiled.
Shaking your head, you return your thoughts back to Percy. Or.. you could let his 'super romantic' confession play out on his own terms?
Nah.
You walked through the yard, your feet rustling against the short and soft blades of grass. You spot Percy, pacing back and fourth, with a pot of Orchid Branches set on the bench beside him. The pot was a beautiful off white, with golden rims, a matching design of pink flowers bloomed on the center.
You walked towards him timidly, debating if you should turn back on your heels and go to sleep.
"Hey."
too late.
Percy stops pacing, his eyes locking on your's when he hears you.
"Hi."
You take a seat on the old bench, patting the seat beside you. Percy accepts the direction, and sits beside you. He sits on the opposite side of you, eschew from touching you.
You scoot closer to him, leaning into his side.
"Who are the flowers for, lover boy?"
You spoke softly and teasingly to him, head leant on his shoulder, inner arm hold his inner arm.
"They're.. they're for you."
"Did Keyleth tell you what they mean yet?"
You hummed curiously.
"Rare and delicate beauty. That's exactly what you are to me."
There was a moment of unmoving silence between the two of you. Not awkward silence, or a gross silence, but quiet.
It was a moment of knowing peace between the two of you. The truth of who your bouquet arranger is, and Percy gaining the sense of acceptance and wellfare sitting next to you.
"That's nice of you, Percy." You tenderly spoke again, interlocking your fingers with his. You used your free hand to circle small shapes into his hand.
"And so were all your other flowers. They were very gorgeous, Percy."
Percy rested his head against your's.
"Thank you."
The two of you leaned into each other in the warm weather, watching the sun kiss you goodbye.
So, Percy x fem!reader during a quarrel. The reader forbids himself to be kissed and hugged as a punishment. It would be nice if Percy tried his best to sneak at least one kiss. And the reader simply ignores all attempts (eats ice cream, reads, just does anything but his boyfriend).
I'm sorry for my English. But I hope everything is clear😅
thank you for the request I hope you like it and sorry if i didn’t do it how you wanted.
you and your boyfriend ,Percy got into a little argument eating to much blue food and now you’re still mad at him
Percy: [name] i said I was sorry a bunch of times please forgive me
but you just ignored him and went back eating ice cream and so whenever Percy would try to kiss or hug you you either dodged or ignored him
[name] : piper what do I do I got into a fight with Percy and now how won’t leave me alone.
piper : well umm how about you accept his apology’s and advances yeah mhm *nodding* you should totally do that.
[name]: thanks for the advice piper next time Percy hugs or kisses me I’ll hug him or kiss him back
it wasn’t that hard to find Percy because he came to you
Percy : name forgive meeeee
[name]: ok ok Percy I forgive you * hugs him*
𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴:( ˘ ³˘)♥
piper: wow my advice actually works
Hey! Just finished reading that angsty Percy x reader fic you uploaded, and… it hurt, a lot. So I DEMAND (beg and plead) for something more fluffy and loving, y’know? So how about a Percy x reader that’s about Valentine’s Day, so they’re being extra affectionate to each other? And since the reader is a daughter of Athena, if that’s fine with you, she already knows what gifts to give him. Maybe they even show their true love for each other at the end, if you know what I mean 😉 (I’m leaving all the details up to y o u, if that’s alright).
Is this good? Also, glad to see you’re feeling better!
"Okay, okay, just wait here."
Percy plops himself down on your bed with that crooked smile of his, "Yes Ma'am."
"No peeking!" You yell as you retreat out your room again. Gathering the gifts, you nudge the door open with your foot and look inside to see Percy holding his hands over his face and bouncing on your mattress.
You assemble things in the correct order, all the while checking that he still can't see before clearing your throat and saying, "Open."
His eyes light up, laugh filling your room as you present him with a giant squid plushie. It's almost as tall as him and as he takes it from you and squeezes it, it blocks his whole body. "It's about eight times as big in real life but I don't think they make them that size."
He laughs with joy and fumbles blindly before he can hug you around the squid. You enjoy the moment for a second before wiggling out of his hold, "Okay wait, there's more."
He tucks the plushie under his armpit and happily accepts the custom blue chocolates, a t-shirt with a fake seashell bra design and kiss on the cheek before you reveal a small vile of sand from your pocket.
"What's that?" His fingers are already reaching for it as you push it into his hands.
"Sand, from Athens." He meets your eyes. "We're supposed to hate each other, destined to because of that place, but we don't. This is just a reminder that you're stronger than you know you are," You trace his fingers as he admires you, "That your love for people is stronger than the will of a god."
He laughs, "Stronger than two, actually."
You shove him jokingly before allowing him to envelope you in his arms to kiss you. It's full and deep and he leaves a few more pecks before he'd ready to fully pull away.
"Well now I feel like I didn't do enough." He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and produces a small book.
"What is it?" You question, gently taking it from his hands. He opens it for you and you gasp. Intricate drawings of your favorite flower decorate the first page, you flip it and see the same detail given to your favorite animal. Pages and pages of drawings, entrees labeling and describing your favorite things. Fun facts scrawled in the upper left corner of each.
Your eyes feel misty when you look up, "Who drew these?"
"Hazel, Jason helped with the research. Frank helped me spell."
You laugh, wiping at your eyes and wrapping your hands around his neck to kiss him. "Thank you."
He smiles, sea green eyes flashing, "Anything for you." And then he kisses you so hard you fumble backwards and drop the book.
i gotchu on the asks babe percy jackson and water play 😈😈😈 ALSO THE L THING I ASKED FOR WAS SO SO GOOD TYTYTY and one tiny request can i be 💕anon pls 🙏
hey love! really appreciate the ask and i’m happy you liked the L ask however because Percy is officially still a minor, I’m gonna have to make this one SFW.
“Percy, I swear to the gods if you don’t-”
You’re interrupted with a spat of water on your cheek.
“Percy.” You growl, a warning not heeded.
He squirts you again with his water gun.
“If you get any on my calculus, I will have a aneurysm.”
Another splat of water against your face, that’s it.
You stand up so harshly, you chair flies back and you shake your desk. You march over to Percy, who is now giggling nervously and backing up.
You lunge for your boyfriend and he dodges just barely, taking off out the door of his cabin. You’re right behind him, cursing up a bigger storm than Jason could conjure as you chase him.
Percy zeroes in on the lake and steering your pursuit of him towards it. Just as he reaches it and turns around to drench you, you reach him and tackle him backwards.
His focus was entirely on you, allowing his clothes and body to be completely soaked. You wrestle his face underwater, he pushes you and you flip him and so goes it.
At one point, you just start chucking handfuls of mud at him and he’s spraying an endless stream of lake water up your nose. You’re not angry anymore, you just like hitting him splat in the face with mud and watching his legs replace his where his head was as he falls.
He goes under and the deep cleaning of your nostrils stops. You take a breath, waiting for him to emerge and-
You’re tugged back with a splash, the lungful of delicious oxygen instead being a lungful of algae-infested water. You shove him off and sit up, coughing horribly and sputtering colorful language as you wipe your nose.
Percy’s rubbing your back, he clearly didn’t think you’d inhale so much water and he feels pretty guilty.
“You okay?”
You nod through your hacking and when you finally clear your throat, you pull him in. He relaxes, rubs your head and is about to help you up when something wet, chunky and slick slides down the back of his t-shirt.
He jumps away from you, screeching as the mud leaves a snail trail all the way down to his butt and shaking like a dog to get it off him. You’re cackling loudly, pointing like an entertained three-year-old as he struggles.
