Request: nope
Pairing: percy jackson x reader (me not writing as apollo!reader? who is she??)
Summary: the aftermath of the battle for camp half-blood has you reeling (both figuratively and literally), but luckily percy is there. (or, alternatively: dumb and dumber take care of each other lol)
Warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, injuries, swearing. luke haunts the narrative. slight s2 finale spoilers
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: gonna miss my silly demigods on the screen :') the finale was so good ugh my shayla's!!! enjoy! :)
since discovering he's a demigod, percy has been knocked out enough times to know the feeling. intimately. like the back of his hand. it's how he knows he's going to have one hell of a headache as well. probably one that lingers for a few days.
he'll open his eyes, and maybe by some miracle he'd have time to get up and take a breath before charging back into battle.
why hadn't luke just killed him already?
then, the headache slowly starts to fade away. normally it doesn't happen that quickly. on top of that, percy feels something surrounding him. and he hears the sound of water lapping ashore. what in the gods is going on?
with some effort, percy opens his eyes.
there's a pair of panicked eyes centimetres away from his face.
'what the...?'
'oh thank the gods!' you exclaim. 'thought for sure I was too late.'
you reach out and hook your fingers behind percy's chest plate. you lean back slightly and pull him to his feet. your eyes quickly scan over his face and neck, where the blood has washed away from his skin, and the purplish-blue color of the skin around his eye slowly turns back to its normal color.
percy blinks a few times, still a bit groggy from passing out. the water helps, though. his vision stops being blurry as his eyes focus on you.
he looks behind him, and notices where he is. it's nowhere near thalia's tree, or the battle that was raging on. then he looks back at you, confused.
'why are we at the lake?' he says.
'I dragged you here.' you say, as if that's enough explanation.
'you dragged me here?'
'I don't know, I panicked!'
'I passed out in battle, and the next logical step for you was "drag percy into the lake"?'
'you're a son of poseidon, I figured it would help! or something. and the apollo cabin and the great house were both overflowing already. thought this would be the next best thing.'
'you were right.' says percy.
then he notices you're shivering. you're still bleeding from a dozen different cuts all over your body, and you're holding one of your arms cradled against your chest.
'you're hurt.' says percy.
'well... there was a battle.' you say.
'and you're soaked.'
'in case you hadn't noticed, we're standing knee deep in the fucking lake, water boy.'
percy is silent for a while, staring at you.
'water boy?'
you throw your hands up in defeat. 'I don't know, okay!' you say loudly. you sigh as you press the palms of your hands against your eyes. 'I think luke hit me in the head with the back of his sword. he might have knocked the sanity out of me.'
'turn around.' says percy gently. 'let me see.'
you obey, turning around in the cold water. you feel percy carefully prod around the back of your head with his fingers. at a particular painful spot, you inhale sharply.
'sorry.' mutters percy behind you. 'there's some blood but I think it stopped bleeding. best to check it out anyway, though. come on.'
percy grabs your hand and starts to wade towards the shore. once you're both out of the lake, he wraps an arm around your shoulder. you feel how your clothes slowly start to dry and some warmth seeps back into your fingers.
'thank.' you mutter.
for a while, neither of you talk. you're focused on just putting one foot in front of the other. and percy is focused on keeping you warm.
just as you think to yourself you enjoy the quiet, percy speaks up.
'do you... know where we are?' he asks.
you look up at the trees surrounding you. 'I don't know. somewhere between the lake and the rest of camp.' you say.
'right. which way to camp?'
'uh. left?'
'are you asking me or telling me?'
'telling you?'
'your words don't match your tone. do you know for sure which way to go?'
you squeeze your eyes shut, reaching up to press a hand against your forehead. the headache that had started when luke first hit you in the head is gradually growing stronger and more annoying. it's making it hard to think. or remember directions.
'I thought I knew.' you say. 'but now I'm not sure.'
'okay... we're gonna have to figure something out. I think I'm lost.' says percy.
'you don't know the way back to camp from the lake? you go there all the time.' you point out.
'I usually go to the northern shore though. and that wasn't the northern shore we were just at.'
'it can't be that hard to find the way back.'
'you say that now.'
'don't you know how many knots or something it is to camp?'
percy looks at you. 'knots are for how fast you're going when you're at sea. which we're not. I wouldn't be able to tell you how close we are to camp because, again, we're not actually at sea.'
'right...'
percy cocks his head and studies your face. 'are you sure it was just a hit to the head? you're not feeling dizzy or anything? world's not spinning?'
'world hasn't stopped spinning.' you confess.
'why didn't you say anything?' says percy, concern written all over his face.
'you were the one with blood coming from their mouth, not me. I needed to help you first.' you say.
'alright well now I'm helping you. let's go back to the lake and go to the northern shore. I know the way from there.'
you nod, too tired to suggest anything else.
the way back to the lake and then to the northern shore is long and slow. your injuries are catching up to you, and you're leaning heavily on percy. he doesn't seem to mind, though.
the sun has begun to dip below the horizon when finally, the great house looms in the distance. two figures are standing on the porch. when you get closer, you can tell it's annabeth and grover.
'there!' says annabeth, rushing down the stairs towards you and percy.
she stops in front of the two of you, looking from percy to you. her eyes widen at the sight of you.
'I'm gonna kill luke.' she says.
'me first.' you mutter.
'speaking of him, where is he?' says percy.
'disappeared. probably realised he was outnumbered and fled. we'll find him again. we'll regroup and come up with a plan and-'
'annabeth.' says grover, who had just joined you, 'we can plan tomorrow.'
annabeth seems to realise that without percy standing next to you and holding you up, you probably couldn't stand on your own.
'right.' she says. 'some beds freed up at the house, come on.'
she moves to stand next to you, careful of your injured arm. grover walks ahead to tell chiron you and percy have been found. meanwhile, percy and annabeth slowly walk you up the stairs of the house.
they lead you through the house and to an empty bed. chiron is standing near it, a worried look in his eyes.
'no matter how many heroes I train, this part never gets any easier.' he says softly, a sad tone in his voice. 'rest. we'll get someone from the apollo cabin to patch you up.'
when chiron leaves the room, you look at your friends.
'I'm fine.' you tell them, trying to ignore the pain in your head and your arm. 'annabeth, what were you saying about a plan to get luke?'
'you need to rest.' says percy from his spot next to your bed.
'I'm fine.' you insist.
'don't get up from this bed.' says percy. 'I'm serious. I can't just dump you in the lake like you did with me.'
'you got dumped in the lake?' says grover.
'tell you later.' says percy.
'guys, seriously. I'm okay. let's get going on this plan, yeah?' you say.
'we'll get to planning. you stay in this bed.' says percy.
'what are you going to do if I don't?'
'I'll tell mr d.'
'he'll be fine. not the fist time a camper hasn't properly rested in between quests and battles. and also, he doesn't care.'
'fine. I'll tell chiron.'
'hmm..'
you want to protest more, but you see annabeth is glaring daggers at you. and in all honesty, your head is killing you. and though your good arm wasn't injured, you'd still be unbalanced in a fight.
you hear sounds coming from the hallway, and a kid you'd seen around a few times enters the room. they're holding a big bag in their hands and offer a small, awkward smile.
'chiron said you needed a healer?'
'yep.' says percy, before you can answer. 'the one in the bed. also a very stubborn patient who does not want to rest. though it is very much necessary. injured arm and claimed the world was spinning. also took a blow to the head and-'
'thanks, percy.' you say, fighting to stay awake. 'I think they can take it from here.'
the apollo healer moves closer to you, setting their bag down on the small table next to the bed.
'promise me you'll stay?' you say softy, closing your eyes as you feel sleep getting to you.
you feel how someone brushes their fingers against yours.
'of course.' says percy.
A/N:
thanks for reading! everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist.
please do not copy, translate, plagiarise or repost my work! some of these are requested by other people and I spend a lot of time and effort on my works <3
much love,
marit
It is agony, waiting for your body to patch itself up. The Bellevue is known, amongst the world you find yourself living in, to be the best for half-bloods and the likes, with its staff made up almost entirely of children of the gods. After all, there is a reason it is the best-rated hospital in New York. Despite this, and regardless of the amazing care they provide you with, things just aren’t moving as quickly as you wished they would.
“It’s only been a night,” Percy twists his fresh-washed jacket in his hands, watching helplessly as you writhe uncomfortably in bed. “It’s going to hurt.” He turns to the door, where Sally Jackson disappeared only moments prior. Desperation is splashed across his paling face.
You don’t mean to be mean to him. Really, you don’t. It’s just—your stomach is rolling the pains around, not dissimilar to the motion of being stabbed, relentlessly. The waves of unending, crippling pains are enough to force you to curl up on the bed, white sheets shoved to the floor, panting into a pillow. There is something deeply humbling about a human experience which revolves wholly around being in pain. It is dehumanising, degrading, in the most human, profound sense.
So, no, you don’t mean to be mean to Percy, the boy who saved your life. You just can’t help it.
“I know that!” You snap furiously, pressing your burning cheeks further into the cool pillow. Something breaks your heart. Hurting Percy is painful. “I’m not stupid! Gods, what did I do?” The pillow dampens with your tears.
There is only so much ambrosia and nectar a demigod can consume within a certain amount of time. You’ve surpassed the safe amount hours ago. You’re solely relying on human medications, and, much to your hatred, they also have a capacity on safe consumption. The urge to end it all gets stronger by the second. You shouldn’t be curled up the way you are, tightly, taught as a metal wire, with injuries so severe as they are. You passed the point of comprehension on what you should and shouldn’t do hours ago.
Something slumps to the ground, Percy dropping the jacket, a brush of warm air and laundry powder. Soft, warm hands pry your fingers from the pillow, taking it away. Your teeth ache, clenching your jaw, your eyes burn from all the salty tears you try not to let escape. The boy before you gets to his sore and cracked knees, throws an arm over your body like he could physically keep you together this way, and holds you tight. Percy, kind, gentle Percy, presses his cool forehead to yours burning. His other hand winds between your bodies to steal your palm and call it his.
Fat teardrops slide down your cheeks and collapse into the bed, rolling over the bridge of your nose, touching Percy’s cheek. Something stabs and breaks inside, burning with a fury you’re sure nobody has ever experienced before in the history of the universe.
“You should have let me die,” your voice shakes. Terribly, “I wish you’d let me die.”
Percy squeezes your hand as if his touch alone could take your pain from your body and pull it into his. At the same time, he is incredibly useless here. “Never,” he speaks roughly, trembling. “Not gonna happen. I don’t regret a thing I did.”
Incredible fury snatches you. “You want me to hurt like this,” you snarl. For the first time, you open your eyes to glare at him through a sore and exhausted gaze.
Percy leans back to take you in his vision. His dark eyebrows draw closer together, ocean eyes pronounced by black, thick lashes. He is pale as paper, with purple moons under his eyes. It comes to you in the moment that you are not the only one who has had a hard time. Regardless of this fact, you don’t really care right now.
“If it means I get to keep you here, then yes. I’d do it again, too. Hate me all you want.” His lips are dry as he speaks. He turns sterner. Percy repeats stronger this time, “Hate me all you want. You’re not going anywhere.” It is final. He’s made the decision, and you don’t get a say in it at all.
You give him a sharp shove away with your right hand, rolling on your back. The pain intensifies with the moment, and you kick the footboard of the bed, the only outlet available right this minute. You clench your teeth. Percy slides his fingers across the sheets and takes your hand again securely. He’s not going anywhere. That’s all he wants you to know from the one movement.
“Should have just left me,” you grit through aching teeth, as the red begins to seep.
There are tears on his face. Do they belong to you or him? The moment is lost on you, gone somewhere he can’t reach you. The boy rests his forehead against yours again. You let him. You want him to. You want all the comfort available.
“Hate me all you want,” says he as he holds you close. “Hate me and be alive. That’s all I care about.”
Percy does not shy away from sickness.
He holds the bowl.
He holds your hair back while you hold the bowl.
He fills your cup when you can’t.
He holds you down while they try to inject you with meds.
And there is no disgust on his face, nor an avoidance of the topic. It’s like he wants to be there, not out of obligation for you giving your life for his, but because he genuinely wants to be at your side, taking care of you. Of course, his mom helps out daily. Morning, noon and night, Sally Jackson takes care of you like a parent would. She tells you she wants to do it, that she cannot bear the thought of you being alone in this. Sally Jackson is an angel, and her son takes after her.
“It’s kind of nice,” you mumble lazily. You smile weakly, resting propped up lightly in bed. Percy looks over his shoulder, standing at the foot of the bed, television remote in hand. There’s this deer-in-the-headlights look splashed across his youthful face.
His eyes dart away and back to you. “What is?”
“Being doted on. I feel like royalty.”
Percy rolls his eyes, grinning, and throws the remote to you carefully. You raise your hands as a slightly delayed reaction, just about catching the plastic rectangle at your chest. “Have that, your majesty. It’s Criminal Minds. You psycho.”
“Touché, Mr. Let-Me-See-Your-Stitches.” You smirk.
Flabbergasted, Percy flays his hands and launches into the bedside chair, long legs outstretched. “You’re such a twister! You said they were hurting!”
“I don’t remember that, actually, so it doesn’t count.”
“Whatever, little miss princess. Are you having lunch today?”
Primly, you hold out your hand to him. “The menu, good sir?”
Percy leans over and reaches for the piece of paper on his other side, listing all of the meals for today. You’ve been at Bellevue for two days, and you’re healing up nicely with a mix of ordinary human meds and the demigod versions. The nurses on your floor, accessed only by half-bloods, are mainly children of Apollo, so they know what they’re doing, and they’re brilliant at their jobs. You’ve been resting up nicely, and now and again, so does Percy, who kicks off his shoes in the afternoon and settles at the foot of your bed for a quick nap. He drools on the sheets, just a bit, but you don’t mention it. He’s done enough for you the last few days that telling him off for drooling in his sleep feels so entirely wrong.
He presents the paper with a flourishing bow; you take it primly from his strong hand, flecked in white scars like paint.
As you scan down the menu, your thoughts scatter, and the words turn blurry, background noise. The world fades away. You’ve been here two days now, and you haven’t addressed how you told Percy you hated him. You don’t—you definitely do not. It’s bugging you, you’re just unsure how to bring it up to him. Your lips part deep in thought—you can feel a headache coming on. The paper falls slowly from your fingers to rest on your lap. Your hand comes up to touch your forehead, rubbing between your eyes.
Percy gets to his feet suddenly. The cheers screeches, thrown back. “What is it? Are you okay? Is your head?” He leans in to look at you, hand on the bedside rail. You jolt, frantically turning to face him, to tell him don’t worry, you’re just thinking a little too much.
He’s a little closer than you thought so.
You’re a little jumpier than you typically would be.
You jump, he leans, waiting, in perfect timing, eyes wide in wonder, and, as fate would have it, Percy gets his kiss.
Your lips touch his, a little firmer than you would have liked for your first kiss with Percy. He stays still, lips pressed to yours in a total accident, for a fraction of a second, shell-shocked, unmoving, cheeks blooming a beautiful cherry blossom pink. Fireworks explode in the back of your mind, arrays of royal blue and turquoise and ultraviolet, screaming, jumping for joy. Your heart follows, hammering away. In the corner, the heart monitor screen jumps by a dozen, machinery shrieking away in time with your human reaction. Unable to stop the smile from spreading wider, you move back, throw your hand up over your mouth, and laugh once, shortly, abruptly. Percy is stuck like a deer in the headlights on a very dark road, unable to focus on anything other than the light. And here you are, the light. Your stomach tells you to worry, to panic. Your brain tells you to chill. And your heart is summersaulting for joy right now. More laughter bubbles up from within, and you can’t stop it! It doesn’t take long for Percy to break out of the ice he’s been thrown into, and soon, he’s smiling, too, boyish and shy.
“Did you mean to do that?” You clasp your hands against your stomach, giggling. “Oh, gods, stop it, my stomach hurts.”
Percy frantically shakes his shaggy hair. “N-no! I swear! I’m sorry! I didn’t—I just moved and you moved and then—well, then—”
Shuffling up the bed, you lean behind with a shaky hand to move the pillow. “It’s—Percy, it’s okay, don’t—don’t make it so—don’t make it awkward. It’s okay. It’s fine. It’s. Yeah. You said yourself I owed you one for luck.”
He steps backward blindly, lost in what just happened, feeling behind him for the chair like you’ve told him the world’s about to reset. “That was an accident. You don’t hate me, right? Because—well—I didn’t mean to do that. Not that I hated it! I kind of liked it. Wait—!”
Slowly, your aching cheeks begin to fall again, sobered up quickly because of Percy’s question. “Oh, Percy.” Shaking your head, you lean back into the cushions, turned to him. “I don’t hate you. I never have. I don’t think it’s possible,” you say softly, like a quiet confession you don’t want the world to truly hear.
The weight of his words slowly sink into your brain, slowly processing on the conveyor belt. “If it makes you feel better,” a cheeky grin sneaks up on you. “I kind of liked it too. Same time next week?”
He laughs just the once, deep, staring at you with stars in his gorgeous eyes, hands held between his outstretched legs.
Suddenly, a cough from the doorway breaks you from your stupid smile stupor. Sally waits in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a cup holder full of hot chocolates to go held in both hands. The lines around her eyes are stressed while she squints between yourself and her son.
“Am I interrupting something?” She suggests. Sally heads to your side, sliding the cups down on the table. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good,” you giggle breathily. You press your lips together, ruminating on the heavenly moment. Percy is shaking his head violently in such a manner that makes Sally send him the mom look. “I feel…I feel amazing.” The teenage boy in your sights faints back into the chair, nearly breaking the legs. Sally slaps his arm playfully.
Yeah.
You’re living a fairytale.
This fairytale will have a happy ending. It may not be all sunshine and rainbows, but with the right support, you know you’ll make it through. All thanks to the small family in front of you. Sally makes her son stand and find your hairbrush in her bag as she sorts out your cup of hot chocolate, warning you to blow it as it’s hot. Percy sets her bag on your bed and side-eyes you with his cheeks a violent shade of raspberry, throwing his mother’s belongings this way and that until you can’t stop laughing.
Happiness comes unexpectedly.
You know right there that you’re going to be just fine.
In fact…
You’re sure of it.
I KNOW ITS SHORT, I HAD TO FIT IT IN THE STORY BEFORE I FORGOT. also didn’t want too much pain and misery to make everybody depressed.
Silena Beauregard was nobody special before Luke Castellan, a famous actor, came into her life. She grew up in a small town and spent her days baking. Though she’d always had a passion for composing music and dancing to songs that came on the radio, no matter the genre. Her father encouraged her to make her dreams come true and so when Luke have her that chance, she took it. However, Luke wasn’t as great a man as he seemed online and on TV. Eventually, she knew she needed to leave him but also knew that leaving him meant losing her budget and getting into online drama. Yet she mustered up the courage and left with her suitcase in the pouring rain. She stays with her father again and discovers that her mother had also been a famous super model before she disappeared on him one day.
She feels a little lost and gets frustrated when she just can’t think of any lyrics or Melodies. She takes a walk in the park but on her way up to her favourite cafe, she hears a band playing in the bar and decides to take a look. There she meets a rag-tag group known as “The Demigods”. The group consists of a guitarist and vocalist, Clarisse La Rue. She’s passionate and short tempered and always up for a competition. Then there’s Michael Yew, the small but mighty pianist and keyboard player of the band. Finally, Connor Stoll the drummer and his older brother Travis, the bassist. They’re mischievous and very serious about sticking together, no matter what.
Silena ends up joining the band as the official lead vocalist, alongside Clarisse. Then Connor says they should enter a competition and so Silena and her new friend’s rise to stardom begins.
Will they succeed and win a prize? Is Luke done with Silena just yet? And what happens when Silena begins to fall for Clarisse, just as the competition begins?
Guess who impulsively wrote a little pre canon drabble of Thalia and Jason that hurts way more with canon in the picture? Me.
@bugwolfsstuff , you've converted me to your ways of writing sad stuff for funsies, hope you're proud of yourself Bugs.
Father had left for the week, he promised he'd be back before I knew it but I was scared. Mother was getting worse. Throwing stuff at me and Jason more.
That night it was raining. Not like peaceful alone with your thoughts raining, the type of rain that makes you think the weatherman forgot to mention a hurricane.
The thunder was so intense the ground was shaking and Jason was crying. His crying didn't help and because he was crying I started crying and it felt like our crying was worsening the storm.
"Shhh, Jason the thunder won't hurt you because that's our father and he loves us very much." I soothed, tears rolling down my face, using my small hands to hold Jay's even smaller ones.
"That's papa outside?" He asked me, his eyes going wide.
"Yes Jay and he'll protect us, he'll always protect us." I promised wraping Jason in a bear hug meant mostly to stop him from seeing my tears.
"He will?" Jay pressed.
"Yes Jay, now let's get to bed so dad doesn't worry about us." I coaxed.
