#pjo write

[daystarpoet]

★﹐sunkissed face in this quiet place ．﹗﹑

percy jackson x apollo!reader. my first pjo write wow. this is so unoriginal I know, but shush. perce forces you to swim bcz of course he does.

this was what normal summer camps were like. it wasn't often that camp-half-blood resembled a normal camp for teenagers and kids. for once, there was no training, no monster attacks, no crazy–and deadly– activities planned by yours truly chiron.

it was just the gentle waves, the warm sun; percy, and you. both of you seemed to be in your element. percy was floating on his back, slowly drifting away from the shore, and you were lying on the sand, taking the sun in.

both of you in an almost sleepy state, connecting with your godly parents—or so you thought. in the midst of your *sunbathing*, you felt a few drops of cold water fall on your face. you opened your tired eyes to the sight of a drenched percy with a big grin on his face.

"come swim." he said, nudging at you with his foot. "come on, swim with meeeee." he fake-pouted like a little child. "no, just let me stay here, please, we already went swimming last week." you replied, opening your eyes to meet his face.

so much for dating percy jackson...

"so what? i want to swim today." percy knelt down and grabbed you by your arm, pulling you over his shoulder. there was, camp's most dangerous demigod, dragging you to the lake.

once you finally were deep enough, he did his favorite thing to do whenever you were in the lake with him; create a bubble for you to breath and kiss you underwater. again, a big grin on his face, his hair—even if dry—floating upwards. would be nice to have that ability

"see? it isn't so bad, is it?" percy teased, pinching your side. "shut it..." you mumbled in response.

[daystarpoet]

★﹐safe and sound ．﹗﹑

percy jackson x gn!reader. they both come back from a quest where user almost dies whoops. situationship-ish, friends but there's something else. what do you do when you get back? go swim ofc this is percy jackson we're talking about.

being half-bloods meant having dangerous experiences almost daily. that was something both percy and you knew far too well.

being a child of the gods was a risk on its own, solely by existing, were you in danger. if it wasn't monsters, it was the totally very much safe activities at camp. either way, there was always something trying to end you; much more during quests.

the gods loved sending their children to deal with their problems instead of solving them themselves, henche why quests existed. they tended to short heroes' lifespan—percy and you were quite lucky you managed to return from this one with just some scratches (and newly additions of trauma but that was irrelevant)

percy knew that the possibility of not returning from a quest was very much there; yet that didn't make him any less frightened. he wasn’t scared of dying himself, but rather scared of losing someone dear to him—you in this case.

you had been friends since he arrived to camp, all those years ago. you had been one of the ones who had showed him the ropes of the demigod life. you watched as he gained more and more control of his abilities as a son of poseidon, always there for him; and for that, he was forever loyal to you.

during this quest, he had been dangerously close to losing you, a thought he could not bear.

his feet dangled over the water of the lake as you sat on the deck, the moonlight shining down on the pair of you. he glanced at you, his hand almost too close to yours, subconsciously inching closer.

it was all friendly, right? like the way you had kissed him good-luck when you were fifteen and inside that labyrinth. he looked at you, and you looked back at him, those deep sea-green eyes staring into your soul. It was peaceful, it hadn't been this quiet in around a week.

“this is nice…” he muttered. “i always forget how calming this is.” he sighed and looked back at you you both should be sleeping right now, but that was the last thing percy wanted to do after a quest. after all, the only thing quests brought once he was back inside the camp barriers were nightmares.

“it is,” you agreed with him, glancing at his face, only to catch him with his gaze still glued to you. “stop staring, you creep.” you teased him, lightly shoving him on the back of the head.

“i was so not staring at you.” percy defended himself, knowing full well you had caught him red-handed. “if you don't want me to stare, i have an idea of something else we can do.” his expression soon changing to one of pure mischief.

“oh? i feel like i should be more scared of whatever you're planing than what i'm scared of quests.” you rose an eyebrow, to which he just shrugged. a beat passed, and in that very instant did you realise what percy's smirk was all about.

“don't you-” and before you even finished your sentence, the boy pulled on your arm and into the water. “perseus jackson!” you called, wiping the water off your face.

“yes?” he answered innocently, as if he had never done anything wrong in his life. you should have expected it. percy was always like this. he was like that because he cared.

[daystarpoet]

─── now I lay with too much legroom

fratboy!luke x reader. mortal au. college au. luke is a fratboy because he is. very situationship-y. again, another version of my c.ai bot. now playing: legroom by adan diaz

luke castellan was the king of college frat parties. everyone died to go to one; it meant social status. you were a regular atendee, not so much because of the party, but rather because of him.

around three-ish months ago, luke and you had sort of started seeing eachother. it wasn’t anything too serious, just sleeping together and sometimes hanging out. no commitment, no wedding ring. you just stayed the night, and you excuses yourself with a "gotta leave and go get dressed" every single morning.

despite the image he usually displayed, he enjoyed your company, your presence in his bedroom. it was sort of nice, having someone to talk to.

he didn't usually sleep unless he was completely exhausted, or you were by his side; which had been happening less and less often lately. he was a little sleep deprived.

he even missed when you would sit in the shotgun seat of his car and pick out the music. he wasn't sure why you'd been talking less; perhaps cause you could no longer handle his usually detached manner and drinking plus smoking habits. either way, he wanted to change that. earlier today, he had texted you, as his last resource to get your attention:

'throwing a party today. want you there'

so here you were sitting on one of the couches, your head buzzing with the loud music and smell of cigarette smoke. "hey." luke sat right next to you. "you left your rings in my room the other night." he offered you your rings back with that stupid charming smile of his. "kinda hoping you stay tonight, too."

"stay the night? so that you can dump me in the morning?" you teased him, and he huffed in response.

"focus on there here and now, hm?" he reached out to hold your chin. god this charming man