MEERKITTY

♡ Means smut, btw

𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 Enemies to Lovers pranks Hungry ♡ Denying Godship for love? Shiny like the ocean A night to remember A quiet moment Together Through It All the ways I love you New Feeling ♡

𝗝𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Do you really want to hurt me? Night vibes Kitchen love Christmas Spirit The Distraction

Leo Valdez thinking too hard Endless Dreams Smart Enough To Love You

Luke Castellan You weren't invited ♡ After the betrayal

Connor Stoll Messing around Kisses

Ethan Nakamura The argument Ethan's Thoughts Hateful Kissing

Frank Zhang Jealous Sizing ♡ Boo

But you were reading, and he knew that if you were reading, there was no way in hell he could get you away from the book! So he crouched down in front of the couch on his knees and looked up at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster up.

"Y/n, Can I eat you out? Pretty please? You won't even have to stop reading; I swear I'll be good!" He pleaded and massaged your thighs with his hands, desperate for any sort of sensation from you.

You sighed annoyed and then flicked your hand, giving him an 'all clear' sign while you continued reading. The grin on his face was impossible to miss. God, he was so deprived of your taste that he was literally drooling.

He quickly took off your cute, innocent pyjama shorts and pulled your panties to the side before licking a slow and delicate streak up your pussy—a tester if you will.

He continued to devour your pussy just licking and kissing your clit while you let out tiny moans and whimpers every now and then. The only other noise in the room was the sound of Percy's tongue connecting with your now-soaking pussy. You were getting closer and closer to your high the words in your book becoming a blur before you put it down and placed a hand in his hair, scratching it gently.

"Good boy, keep going, m'gonna cum..." Your voice was laced with a sweet poison that drove him insane, and the fact that he now had your attention fully on him and off the book you loved so dearly, he never felt more satisfied as he quickened his pace and brought his finger up to hold onto your thighs so he could push himself further into your dripping cunt.

The sensation that was building in your stomach was gone almost as quickly as it appeared; your moans coated the room as Percy continued to lick up as much of your juices as he could, the taste of your sweetness driving his mind into a fogging daze with only the words 'pussy' and 'pretty' appearing.

You made an attempt to push him away from the stimulation too much for your sudden high, but Percy was just getting off to your pleasure—I mean, how could he not? You looked so pretty when you came because of him.

He muttered out a response from your pussy, "I'm still hungry. Don't wanna stop..."

The night was a little longer than you thought.

Percy has always driven you crazy, making you die with want and need, but tonight you were getting the worst of it. He had gotten scolded by some God you couldn't remember, and he wanted to vent it out somehow. You were his 'how'.

Percy was now using one hand to keep your head pushed into the pillow while the other held your waist, guiding you slicked pussy onto his dick. Your moans were muffled by the pillow that consisted of both your drool and tears; your flushed face and dazed eyes were enough for Percy to cum right then and there, so he had to keep you pressed into the pillow so he could continue to wreck your perfect body.

"Being such a good fucking girl for me, hmm?" His voice was laced with lust and mock as he thrust into you relentlessly, sending shivers down your marked and bruised spine, the praise making your pussy clench harder around him. "Fucking liked that, didn't you? like being called a good girl, don't you?"

All you could do was moan in response—even that was hard with the pillow, but you managed. His pace was even, and his stokes were hitting all your right spots as they stuffed you to the brim and then left you empty again, his veiny dick making your brain fuzzy.

He wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you back so you were pressed against him. He marked your neck while mumbling your name, Oh, so deliciously, leaving you in complete bliss and awe. His hand tightened and left you with little to no air, but under the circumstances it was more like no air; his thrust picked up their pace, and your pussy clenched at the feeling before you blacked out and went limp. Percy continued to ravage your body as he let go of your throat and pressed kisses on your neck, using his hands to support you while you half came back from the lack of oxygen.

"Percy, I can't...too—fuck—much."

He continued pressing kisses into her neck and moving a hand down to her clit rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. Your squeals and whines filled his ears, beckoning him to continue while your hand made weak attempts to push him away after sensing a new feeling in your stomach, one that you've never felt before.

"Percy—stop—I think I'm going to pee—wait!" Your hands desperately clawed at his in an attempt to stop him from rubbing your clit.

"Just do it—beds already messy." He was right on the edge of cumming his mind way to far with lust to even think properly and form a proper sentence; his words were slurred and you could barely register them.

All of a sudden he pushed into her deeper, chasing his high, but the foreign feeling in her stomach suddenly snapped with the movement, and with a loud squeal that was only just dimmed by Percy's other hand, your pussy squirted all over the sheets and Percy's dick.

Percy's thrusts faltered, and he groaned into her neck after seeing what happened. He stopped his hand and moved it up to her breast, groping them before slowly sliding out of her, trying not to overwhelm her too much.

"Shit—what was that? Are you okay?"

Your pussy was throbbing and still raised in the air while the clear liquid ran down your leg along with his cum.

"You...prick!..I told you I was gonna pee..." He shook his head breathlessly and then rubbed her ass gently in a comforting way.

"Don't know if that was piss, baby." Your face contorted to confusion as you attempted to sit up and turn to lean your back against the headboard.

"What do you mean?" He shrugged and then spread your legs, going down and licking a long, smooth stripe while you let out a moan and weakly attempted to push him away.

"Not piss!" You frowned and then pushed his head away.

"Freak." She crossed her arms.

"Whatever you say, but that was hot as fuck, and I definitely want to see it again." His smirk was way too confident considering you were worn the fuck out.

It’s quiet. Just the sound of the wind brushing through the trees and the occasional rustle of leaves. You’re walking beside Jason Grace, his presence steady and calming as the golden afternoon sun casts long shadows across the earth. His fingers brush against yours, and you catch your breath, trying to act like you didn’t notice.

But you did.

He doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, he lets his fingers slip through yours, the warmth of his skin sending a gentle pulse of heat up your arm. His grip is light, but there’s an undeniable strength behind it—a quiet confidence that makes your pulse quicken.

“You okay?” His voice is soft, as though he’s worried he’s somehow made you uncomfortable. But you can hear the faint edge of amusement in his tone, like he knows exactly what effect he has on you.

You nod, your heart racing a little faster. “Yeah. Just... a little distracted,” you admit, not entirely lying. His proximity, the way his shoulder brushes against yours with each step, is hard to ignore. You can feel the warmth of his body even though there's space between you.

Jason smiles, and it’s a slow thing, like he’s savoring the moment. His eyes, a pale blue that reminds you of a summer sky, flicker down to your hand still clasped in his. He squeezes gently, his thumb running over your knuckles in a way that makes your stomach flip. The air around you seems to hum with a quiet tension, but it’s not uncomfortable. It feels... nice.

“So, what’s distracting you?” he asks, his voice lower now, teasing, but there’s a softness to it. It’s a question he’s asking, but you can feel the underlying curiosity—he wants to know, he wants to hear you say it.

Your breath hitches slightly, and you shift your gaze to him, catching the flicker of mischief in his eyes. You know he’s not entirely innocent, but it’s not like he’s pushing you. He’s just... there. His presence is so easy, so comforting, and you can’t quite tell if that makes it easier or harder to breathe around him.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, your voice a little quieter than you intend. “Maybe it’s just... you.”

His lips curl into a knowing grin, and the temperature between you seems to rise just a little. He leans in closer, his arm brushing against yours, his breath warm against your ear when he speaks again.

“Me?” he asks, his tone gentle but laced with something more—something that tugs at your chest in a way you can’t fully explain. His hand tightens around yours, and you feel the heat of his body pressing just a fraction closer.

You nod, feeling the pulse in your neck quicken. “Yeah. Just you. Everything about you.”

For a long moment, Jason says nothing, and you wonder if you’ve said too much. But then he stops walking, turning to face you fully. He’s so close now, his breath mingling with yours. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, as if it’s syncing with your own.

And then he’s smiling again, not teasing this time, but soft and genuine. He reaches up, his fingers grazing the side of your face, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers, warm and tender, his gaze soft but full of that intensity you can never quite look away from.

“Then I guess I should make sure I keep you distracted a little longer,” he murmurs, the words barely a whisper, but they carry a weight, a promise that makes your heart stutter.

Before you can respond, his lips are on yours—soft, slow, and gentle. The world around you fades, the sounds of the forest dimming as everything narrows down to the sensation of his kiss, warm and soft and just... right. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the feeling of him, steady and real, grounding you in a way that makes everything feel like it’s exactly where it should be.

When he pulls away, you’re breathless, your skin tingling where his fingers had touched you. His eyes are brighter, and there’s that faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“So,” he says, his voice a low murmur. “Still distracted?”

You laugh, the sound light and airy, and you feel lighter somehow, as though the weight of the world has shifted just enough for the moment to feel perfect.

The night was cool, the stars overhead barely peeking through the veil of clouds that had settled over camp. You and Connor Stoll were alone near the edge of the woods, away from the usual chaos of camp activities. The air felt crisp and fresh, and you could hear the rustling of the leaves in the trees around you.

Connor had been quiet for a while now, but you could tell he wasn’t uncomfortable. There was something comforting about his presence—how he always seemed so easygoing, like he didn’t care in the world. But tonight, it felt different. His usual joking smile was softer and more relaxed, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was looking at you.

You had been talking about everything and nothing, both of you lying back on the grass, side by side, shoulders brushing. There was a comfortable tension between you, a silent pull that neither of you had acknowledged out loud. But Connor wasn’t exactly the type to let things hang in the air for too long.

"Are you cold?" he asked suddenly, his voice low, almost hesitant. He shifted on the grass, his hand brushing against yours. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you. The proximity felt different now, the space between you feeling smaller than it had before.

You shook your head, feeling the warmth of his touch spreading up your arm. “No, I’m okay,” you replied, your voice quieter than usual, unsure why your pulse was quickening and why his nearness seemed to fill every corner of your chest.

Connor turned towards you then, his face inches from yours. The space between you was so small that you could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his breath stirred the air around you. He had that mischievous grin on his face—the one that always made your heart skip a beat—but there was something else behind it now. Something softer, something deeper.

“You sure about that?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he closed the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed or forceful—just gentle, warm, and full of an unspoken question. His lips moved against yours in a way that felt new but entirely familiar at the same time. The pressure of his mouth was soft, just enough to make your heart flutter.

His hand found yours again, his fingers slipping between yours, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, just a little. It was a slow burn, the kind that made you forget the world around you, the kind that made the air between you thick with something unspoken but undeniable. Every shift of his lips, every brush of his fingers against your skin, seemed to draw you in even more.

The way he kissed you was like he was savouring the moment—gentle, tender, and full of quiet promises. It wasn’t anything wild or out of control. It was intimate, as if each movement was a careful exploration of something new, something fragile but real. You felt yourself leaning into him, responding to the gentle pull of his lips, your heart racing with every beat.

When he pulled away, his forehead resting lightly against yours, you could both still feel the echo of the kiss in the air between you. Your breath was unsteady, and Connor’s chest rose and fell in time with yours, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur, his breath warm against your face.

You smiled, unable to hide the way your cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” you breathed, your voice still a little shaky. “I’m definitely okay.”

It was the kind of day that made you want to strangle Ethan Nakamura. You weren’t sure if it was the heat, the constant taunts, or just the fact that he was being more insufferable than usual, but everything about him made your blood boil. The smirk that never seemed to leave his lips, the cocky swagger in the way he walked—he was infuriating in the worst possible way.

You had been training all morning, swords clashing against each other in the arena. You could feel sweat dripping down your back as you tried to focus on your form, but it was impossible with Ethan constantly throwing insults your way.

“Nice try, princess,” he sneered, dodging your strike with that infuriating grace of his. “Maybe try swinging harder next time, or you know... put some effort into it.”

Your teeth ground together. Princess. He had the nerve to call you that every damn time he wanted to get under your skin.

“I’ll show you ‘princess,’” you muttered, tightening your grip on your sword.

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” he taunted, barely dodging as you lunged for him again, your sword slashing through the air. He smirked, effortlessly sidestepping. “If you ever get a clue.”

You were so sick of his smug attitude. You wanted to wipe that smile off his face. And you were done holding back.

With a growl, you charged at him—harder this time. The clash of your swords echoed in the arena as you both fought for dominance, each movement more aggressive than the last. Every parry and strike felt like a challenge, and with every move, the heat between you grew. The hate was thick, the air almost electric with tension. Neither of you was willing to back down.

“You think you’re better than me?” Ethan scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re pathetic.”

“Shut up, Nakamura!” Your voice was strained, frustrated.

But he was relentless, his smirk growing wider with every angry move you made. You were practically seething now, every ounce of restraint slipping away with every jab. The more he taunted you, the more the words stung. Pathetic.

“You can barely hold your own,” he continued, dodging your strikes with ease. “Maybe you should go home.”

You swung harder, your chest tightening and your arm burning from the effort. “Maybe you should just—” You cut yourself off as your sword slipped from your grip, the hilt twisting in your sweaty hands, and for a brief moment, you were off balance.

In the blink of an eye, Ethan was on you—his chest colliding with yours as he grabbed your wrist, the force sending you both tumbling towards the ground. You didn’t know what happened, but suddenly you were on top of him, pinned beneath his weight, your face inches from his. His breath was coming in sharp, heated bursts, and his hands were still gripping your wrist with an intensity that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t ignore.

For a moment, there was silence. Your chest was pressed against his, your faces so close that you could see the frustration in his eyes, the same fury you were feeling mirrored in his gaze. You were both so close now; you could hear his heartbeat, fast and erratic, just like yours.

And then, without warning, you both moved at the same time. You didn’t plan it, didn’t mean for it to happen—but your lips brushed his in a strange, fleeting contact, the briefest touch of skin against skin.

It was enough.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and his eyes widened in surprise. But there was no time to pull away, no time to think. The space between you seemed to shrink even more, and before either of you could react, you both leant in again. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

The kiss was clumsy at first, teeth knocking against each other, lips not quite aligning—but it was raw, driven by something neither of you could put into words. All that rage, all that irritation, everything that had been building up between you two—suddenly, it was all there in this kiss.

For a second, you forgot you were supposed to hate him. The world outside of this small moment faded, and all that existed was the feeling of his lips on yours, the tension that had been suffocating you both, breaking apart just for a moment. His grip on your wrist loosened, his fingers brushing your skin like a spark of electricity. You felt that same fire in his touch, something that made your pulse race in a way you couldn't deny.

And then, as quickly as it started, you both pulled away.

Your heart was pounding, your breath ragged, but neither of you moved. You both just stared at each other in shock, the realisation of what had just happened hanging in the air like a question neither of you wanted to ask.

The air between you and Jason had been tense for days. It wasn’t like you two to stay mad at each other for long, but lately, things felt different. Every conversation seemed to end in frustration, every attempt at communicating twisting into misunderstanding.

It started when you disagreed about something important—something that had been weighing on your mind. It wasn’t just about the usual camp matters; this was deeper. You felt like Jason wasn’t taking your feelings seriously, like he was dismissing your concerns. You had tried to talk about it to explain why it mattered to you, but Jason had shut you down before you could even get through it.

“I’m just trying to help, [Y/N],” Jason had snapped during your last conversation. “You’re overthinking this. It’s not that big of a deal.”

But it was a big deal to you. And when Jason dismissed your feelings, it hit harder than you expected. You didn’t ask for his help to solve the problem; you just needed him to listen. And in that moment, it felt like he wasn’t there for you—not in the way you needed.

So, here you were, sitting outside on the porch of your cabin, trying to breathe through the frustration that had been simmering for days. Your mind raced with the argument, each word echoing in your head. And when Jason found you, looking more closed off than usual, you both knew the silence between you was getting worse, not better.

"Can we talk?" Jason asked cautiously, standing a few feet away, his voice softer than usual. There was a mix of concern and frustration in his expression.

You didn’t want to yell. You didn’t want to keep fighting. But the words spilt out anyway. "You never listen to me, Jason. You just—just tell me to calm down or brush it off like it doesn’t matter. I needed you to hear me, not fix everything."

Jason’s eyes widened, his brows furrowing in confusion. "I’m not trying to fix everything, [Y/N], I just—"

"Exactly!" you cut him off, standing up in frustration. "You just jump in trying to make everything better instead of understanding why I’m upset. I don’t always need solutions, Jason. Sometimes I just need you to listen!"

Jason’s face shifted from frustration to guilt, but you weren’t done. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and you just—ugh!” You threw your hands up in the air, frustration pouring out like a flood. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

Jason took a step back, his eyes softening, but his voice was still firm. "I do get it. I just… I want to help you, but I’m obviously doing it wrong."

The words hung in the air between you, each of you feeling the weight of your own anger and hurt. You both stood there, the distance between you so vast, and for a moment, neither of you knew what to do next.

Then, after a long silence, Jason spoke, his voice quieter this time. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel unheard. I was trying to help, but I guess I should’ve just listened.”

You sighed, your anger still lingering but softening at his words. “I know you didn’t mean to make me feel that way. But I can’t keep feeling like I’m invisible when I’m trying to talk to you.”

Jason moved closer, his expression now full of regret. “I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me to be. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You didn’t know how long you stood there, just looking at each other. But you finally reached out, your hand finding his. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like the first step towards healing.

“I know you don’t want to hurt me,” you said softly, your voice breaking slightly. “But sometimes it feels like you’re not really hearing me.”

Jason squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I hear you now. I promise.”

There was a long pause before you finally stepped into his arms, needing the comfort of his touch. “I’m sorry too,” you whispered. “For exploding. I should’ve told you how I felt before it got this bad.”

Jason hugged you tighter, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. “No, don’t apologise. I should’ve done better. I never want you to feel like that.”

You leant your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath you. It was the calming rhythm you had been missing. “I just want to feel heard,” you murmured. “I want to feel like we’re in this together, you know?”

Jason pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes soft and full of affection. “We are in this together. I’ll make sure you never have to feel that way again.”

You smiled up at him, the ache in your chest starting to fade. "Promise?"

"Promise," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You let out a deep breath, the tension slowly leaving your body. “I love you, Jason.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, his voice steady and filled with warmth.

“Leo?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “We need to talk.”

He glanced up at you, his eyes still focused on his project. “About what? I’m just finishing up this new blueprint thing. It’s going to be epic.”

You sighed, feeling a frustration bubble inside you. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. He had a bad habit of slipping into Spanish or Greek when he was deep in thought. And while you loved him and understood most of what he said, sometimes it felt like there was a wall between you when he spoke so easily in languages you didn’t fully understand.

“It’s about you speaking Spanish all the time,” you said, your voice more strained than you intended.

Leo paused, his hands stilling for a moment. “What? I’m just talking to myself. It helps me think. It’s not like I’m ignoring you.”

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I get it. I mean, I know you’ve been speaking Spanish since you were a kid, and I’m not mad at you. But sometimes, it feels like you’re choosing not to include me. Like, I’m just supposed to know what you’re saying, and it makes me feel... dumb.”

Leo’s face fell, his eyes immediately softening. He stepped closer to you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “I don’t mean to make you feel that way. It’s just easier for me, y’know? Sometimes, words come out in Spanish before I even think about it.”

You nodded, feeling the distance between you both widen, despite how close you were physically. “I understand that, Leo. But I want to be part of all of you. Even the parts that involve the language you grew up with.”

There was silence between you for a moment, and you could see the wheels turning in his head. You knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you—it was just that when you were caught up in your thoughts, sometimes you didn’t realise how others might feel. Still, that didn’t change the fact that you felt out of place when he effortlessly slipped into his first language.

Finally, Leo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what you want me to do about it. I can’t just turn it off. It’s how I think.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “But I want to learn.”

Leo raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. “Learn what?”

“Learn Spanish,” you said, your voice firm but hopeful. “I’m going to learn it so that when you speak, I can understand everything. I don’t want to miss out on any part of your world. And I don’t want to feel left out anymore.”

Leo’s expression softened as he processed your words, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” you said with a small nod, your hands now resting on your hips. “If this is important to you, then it’s important to me. I want to be able to love you in every way—including your language.”

Leo’s face broke into a big smile, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. “You don’t have to do that. I never meant to make you feel excluded. I can try harder to speak more in English.”

You shook your head, a soft smile on your lips. “No, Leo. I want to do this for you. For us.”

The air around you shifted as Leo leant forward, cupping your face gently with both hands. “I’m really lucky to have you.”

You shrugged, your heart swelling. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Valdez. I want to be your partner in everything.”

A thought struck you, and a playful smirk curled on your lips. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself. “And just to show you how serious I am about this.”

Leo tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. “What are you doing?”

You took a deep breath, trying to remember the words you had practiced. “Te quiero, Leo. Quiero amarte... en tu idioma también.”

Leo blinked, his eyebrows shooting up. For a moment, you thought he didn’t understand, but then his face lit up, a grin spreading across his features. “Did you just... Did you just say you love me in Spanish?”

You blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yeah. I’ve been practicing. I want to learn to love you in your language, Leo.”

He pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly, and you felt his chest rumble with laughter. “That was amazing,” he whispered. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

You laughed softly, feeling the relief of the weight between you two finally lifting. “I guess it was pretty smart, huh?”

Leo stepped back, still grinning from ear to ear. “That was pretty impressive, [Y/N].”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was swelling. “You better be careful, Valdez. You might just fall in love with me all over again.”

“I already have,” he replied softly, leaning in for a kiss. “And now I can love you in both languages.”

It was one of those quiet nights at Camp Half Blood. The kind where the campfire was flickering in the distance, but it was mostly calm—no monsters, no quests, no chaos. Just the gentle sound of the ocean and the occasional laughter from the cabins.

You were lying on a blanket outside your cabin, your head resting on Percy’s chest as he traced lazy circles on your arm. His fingers were warm against your skin, his touch gentle, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were comfortable here, wrapped in his presence.

“You know, you’re really good at this whole'making me feel loved’ thing,” you said, glancing up at him.

Percy chuckled, his hand stopping its movement to cup your face. “You make it easy.” His thumb brushed across your cheek, and you felt your heart flutter. “Besides, you deserve all the love in the world.”

You smiled, feeling the full weight of the affection in his words. But there was something in his tone, something about the way he said it, that made you think about just how much he loved you—and all the different ways he showed it.

Percy shifted so that he could look you in the eyes, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. He was always a bit awkward with words, but when it came to you, he found a way to speak to your heart.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” He said softly, his voice low but full of sincerity. “Like, I’m seriously lucky to have you. You’re strong and kind, and you make everything better just by being you.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. “I’m not that amazing.”

“Yes, you are,” Percy said, his gaze never leaving yours. “And I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe me.”

You leant up to kiss him—a soft, lingering kiss that was all about how much you cared for him. But it wasn’t just that kiss—it was everything he said. You could feel his love in every word and every whisper.

Later, when the night air grew cooler, you pulled your jacket tighter around you, shivering slightly. Without a word, Percy stood up and quickly pulled off his hoodie, wrapping it around your shoulders. He didn’t even wait for you to ask; he just did it because he knew you’d need it.

“You’re going to freeze out here if you don’t wear this,” he said, his voice teasing but gentle as he adjusted the hoodie around you.

“I wasn’t cold before, but now that you mention it..." you smiled, feeling the warmth of both the hoodie and his thoughtfulness.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Percy said, sitting back down next to you. “It’s just what I do.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the quiet love in every little thing he did.

The next morning, you woke up to find a small bag of chocolate—your favourite brand—by your bedside. A note was tucked inside that simply read, Thought you might need some sweetness today.

You smiled, recognising Percy’s handwriting, though it was a little messy. He didn’t know much about buying the “perfect” gift, but he always knew exactly what you liked.

When you found him later by the lake, you teased him, holding up the bag of chocolate. “What’s this?”

Percy grinned sheepishly. “I saw it and thought of you. Figured it could make your day a little sweeter.”

You wrapped your arms around him, your heart swelling with affection. “You always know just what I need.”

“Guess I’ve learned a thing or two about you,” he said with a wink, and you kissed him again, feeling the sweetness of both the chocolate and his gesture.

The day continued with the two of you walking along the beach, talking about everything and nothing. Percy made you laugh with his usual jokes, but there was also something soft and serious in the way he’d listen to you—whether you were venting about something small or sharing a memory from your past.

Every moment with him felt like a treasure—just being in each other’s company made everything feel right. You didn’t need grand adventures or flashy gestures; the quiet moments of being together were enough.

“I love just being here with you,” you said, slipping your hand into his.

Percy smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

You didn’t need to say anything more. The way he held your hand, how he kept stealing glances at you with that goofy, love-sick grin, told you all you needed to know. Being with him was always enough.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Percy pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both sat on the sand. His fingers gently brushed through your hair, and you felt his chest rise and fall against your back with each slow breath.

You snuggled into him, feeling safe, loved, and completely content. His touch was grounding, and every small caress of his hand on your skin sent sparks through you.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

You smiled softly, tilting your head to look up at him. “I’d like that.”

And in that moment, you realised that Percy didn’t just love you in one way. He loved you in all the ways that mattered—in every word, every action, every moment spent together. His love was full and infinite, wrapped in gestures both big and small.

"I love you, Percy," you whispered.

"I love you more," he whispered back, and then kissed you softly, tenderly, as if the world outside of the two of you didn’t exist.

The sun had barely risen over Camp Half-Blood, the first light creeping through the cabin window, painting everything in a soft golden hue. But the peaceful morning felt anything but serene as you lay in bed, your stomach twisting uneasily. Morning sickness had been a constant companion lately, and today it was making its presence known again.

You groaned quietly, pulling the covers tighter around you, hoping for a few more minutes of rest. But the nausea was insistent, and your body didn’t seem to care that it was still too early. You tried to sit up, but the moment you did, a wave of dizziness hit, and you barely had time to throw off the blanket before you rushed to the bathroom.

You hadn’t even fully made it when you felt the telltale surge, your stomach lurching violently. As you stumbled toward the toilet, trying to brace yourself, a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“Hey, you okay?” Percy’s voice was thick with sleep, but there was immediate concern as he rushed to your side.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, not quite convincing yourself. “Just… just the morning sickness again.”

But you didn’t have much time to finish your sentence. With a barely contained groan, you bent forward, and the wave of nausea overtook you again. You could feel Percy’s hands at your back, steadying you, and before you knew it, his warm hand was gently holding your hair back, keeping it out of your face.

“I swear, I don’t know how you manage all this,” Percy said softly, his voice tinged with both sympathy and admiration. His fingers ran through your hair gently, brushing it out of your face as you took another moment to breathe.

You could barely manage a weak laugh, wiping your mouth as you straightened up. “It’s the pregnancy. The whole ‘growing a tiny human’ thing isn’t as glamorous as they make it seem.”

Percy chuckled, the sound deep and warm, despite the situation. “Yeah, I don’t think anyone told me the ‘pregnancy glow’ came with, like, fifty pounds of nausea and constant trips to the bathroom.”

You smiled, turning to face him, his gentle touch still at your back as you steadied yourself. “Well, I guess they didn’t tell me about the constant ‘I feel like I’m dying’ moments either.” You leaned against the sink, looking up at him with a half-smile. “But it’s okay. We’ll get through it.”

“Of course we will.” Percy grinned, reaching over to hand you a glass of water. “I’m here for every single crazy moment of it. Even the ones that involve me holding your hair while you, uh, throw up.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the affection in his eyes made your heart flutter. “Well, when you put it like that, I feel so glamorous.”

He leaned against the doorframe, still watching you with a soft smile. “You always look glamorous to me.” His voice dropped, playful and tender. “I mean, who else could look this good even when they’re not feeling their best?”

You laughed weakly, sipping the water he’d handed you. “I don’t know if you’re just being nice, but I’ll take it. Thanks, Seaweed Brain.”

“You’re welcome, Wise Girl.” Percy winked at you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want to take it easy today? I can totally skip training and just hang out with you, make sure you’re comfy.”

You leaned back against the sink, your shoulders relaxing under his gaze. “I don’t want to ruin your day with my… growing a person drama. You’re not getting out of training that easily.”

Percy made a mock pout, crossing his arms dramatically. “But it’s for you! I can’t have my girlfriend feeling sick while I’m off battling monsters. The only thing I want to fight right now is your nausea.”

You rolled your eyes, but the affection in your gaze said everything you couldn’t quite express. “I’ll survive, Percy. But I think I could use a nap and maybe some ice cream… and I wouldn’t mind some company while I do it.”

A grin spread across Percy’s face as he took a step closer, his arms opening wide. “Now, that’s a mission I can definitely get behind.” He pulled you into a gentle hug, his warmth spreading through you. “We can nap, have ice cream, and I’ll even let you pick the movie—just so long as it’s not another one of those cheesy rom-coms.”

You laughed, snuggling into his chest. “Deal. But I’m warning you, there’s no way around the rom-coms. It’s part of my pregnancy cravings now.”

Percy groaned dramatically. “I should’ve known. But hey, anything for you and our tiny human.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand resting on your back as he pulled you close. “Besides, I get to be the one who spoils you, so I’m good with it.”

You smiled up at him, the nausea momentarily forgotten in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“You’re the lucky one, trust me.” Percy grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Now, come on. Let’s get you settled and find you some ice cream. Pregnancy cravings await!”

The air was thick with the smell of the ocean—salt, wind, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The night was cool, and the camp was quieter than usual, with most of the campers resting after a long day of training.

You and Percy had stolen away from the hustle of camp, walking down to the beach. The sand was soft beneath your feet, and the sky above was a canvas of stars. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow across the water.

“I can’t believe we actually have some time to ourselves,” Percy murmured, glancing over at you with a small, easy smile. He had that way of making everything feel effortless, even in the middle of chaos.

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “I think it’s the first time we’ve gotten a break in a while. It feels weird to just… be here. No monsters, no quests, no distractions.”

Percy shrugged, his hand brushing against yours. “Well, you deserve a break. You’ve been going nonstop for weeks.”

You turned to face him, your eyes catching the glint of the ocean in the moonlight. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Not if it means I get to spend time with you.”

He smiled, a soft blush colouring his cheeks as he stepped closer. “You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

There was a brief moment of silence, the sound of the waves filling the space between you. His hand gently brushed against yours, fingers tentatively reaching for yours. When your fingers interlaced, it felt natural, like the most obvious thing in the world.

You could feel his heartbeat as he leant in slightly, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you.

“Can I—” Percy started, his voice quiet, his words trailing off as if unsure.

But you didn’t need him to finish. You could feel the pull between you, the unspoken tension that had been building for days—weeks even. Slowly, almost instinctively, you leant forward, your lips meeting his.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft brush of lips that made your heart flutter. But as you both relaxed into it, it deepened—familiar, tender, and full of warmth. Percy’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you slightly closer, as if he didn’t want the moment to end.

You could taste the salt from the ocean on his lips, the faintest trace of warmth from the sun that had set hours ago, and the comfort of being with someone who made everything else feel so far away. His other hand rested lightly on your waist, his touch sending a warm thrill through you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Percy smiled—a little dazed, a little more serious than usual.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, “that’s definitely worth the wait.”

You smiled, your forehead resting gently against his as you both stood there, wrapped in the quiet of the night, the sound of the ocean the only thing that could break the peaceful silence.

The night was cool, the stars scattered across the sky like tiny diamonds, their light shimmering through the open window of the workshop. You leaned against the doorframe, watching Leo work, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tinkered with some kind of mechanical contraption. Sparks flew occasionally, and you couldn’t help but smile.

There was something about the way he worked, the intensity with which he poured himself into his creations. He might be reckless at times, but when he was in his element, there was no one else quite like him.

“Hey, Leo,” you called softly, taking a step into the room.

His head shot up from the workbench, a grin already spreading across his face as his eyes met yours. “Hey! You’re awake. I thought I might have to rescue you from your dreams, but—” He paused, glancing up and down your form with exaggerated drama. “Looks like I’ll be the one who needs saving.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer. “Yeah, I doubt that. What are you up to this time, genius?”

Leo wiped his hands on his stained, grease-covered shirt, walking over to you. “Just a little project… Nothing special.” He raised an eyebrow, and with the most innocent face, he added, “Wanna help?”

“Help with… what exactly?”

Before you could finish your question, he grabbed your hand, leading you to the bench where he’d been working. “See? I just need a little assistant to help me with… some very important ‘dream’ projects.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Dream projects? That’s a new one.” But you didn’t mind. You loved spending time with him, even in his chaotic, unpredictable way.

“Yeah, like…” Leo’s voice softened slightly as he moved to the side to make room for you. “Like, this.” He showed you a small, delicate device—some kind of gadget with glowing parts and an intricate design. “This one’s supposed to… I don’t know. It’s still in the ‘dreaming’ phase.”

You gently took it in your hands, inspecting it carefully. “It’s beautiful.”

Leo's face lit up. “You think so? I was hoping you’d say that.”

You smiled at him, your heart warming from his sincerity. He was always trying to impress you, always reaching for something beyond himself, something a little more magical.

You handed it back to him, and he put it down, still grinning. Then, before you could process it, he was right there, a few inches from you, his eyes soft, searching yours.

“You know…” Leo’s voice dropped to a whisper, “I’ve been having these endless dreams.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not entirely sure where he was going. “Endless dreams? Sounds ominous. Do I need to be worried?”

He laughed, the sound low and warm. “Not at all. These dreams… are about you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew Leo had his quirks, but this? This was a side of him you didn’t often get to see.

“I—” He seemed to hesitate, searching for words that were as big and beautiful as his heart. “In my dreams, I’m always with you. We’re together, laughing, talking… You’re the one who makes everything feel… right. Even when it feels like everything else is falling apart.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You’d always admired Leo for his energy, his charm, and his bravery. But this? This was something deeper, something that made your chest tighten with affection.

“You’re… serious, aren’t you?” you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

“Always,” he murmured. His hand reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch soft, like he was afraid you might disappear if he moved too quickly.

You took a step closer, your heart racing. “Leo…”

Before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, soft and gentle, yet full of the intensity he usually reserved for his inventions. For a moment, everything else fell away—the noise of the camp, the burning projects, the looming threats. There was only the two of you, wrapped in a quiet, endless moment.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were full of that same soft, searching warmth. “That’s the kind of dream I want to live forever,” he whispered, his voice full of hope.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Then let’s make it real,” you said, your voice just as quiet.

Leo grinned. “That’s the plan.”

And as the stars continued to shine outside, you both knew that in this moment, in this little workshop filled with dreams and sparks, you had everything you’d ever need.

Leo leaned in again, this time with a lighthearted grin. “But, uh, we should probably stop kissing over the unfinished gadgets before I accidentally blow us both up.”

You laughed, pulling away but still close enough to feel the warmth of his smile. “Good call. But, Leo?”

He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Next time, no distractions,” you teased, giving him a playful nudge.

Leo winked, his eyes glinting with that mischievous spark. “Deal. But I can’t promise I won’t dream about you again tonight.”

The wind stirs the edge of his jacket, the soft hum of distant sounds surrounding him like the whispers of a life he’s long tried to escape. His eyes are narrowed, staring at the horizon, at the path ahead. It's been a long journey—too long. The choices he’s made, the alliances he's forged—they all come crashing into his mind in waves. He stands at the crossroads, wondering if there is another way. The weight of his past is heavy on his shoulders, but there’s a flicker in his chest, a question that burns at the core of everything he’s ever known.

“There are other ways." The words echo in his mind like a distant song, soft but persistent, like the memory of a voice he used to trust, a voice that showed him paths beyond the ones stained by betrayal.

His hand brushes against the hilt of his sword, and for a moment, he’s tempted. The familiar comfort of the fight, the call of vengeance, the fire that has always fueled his decisions. But as he stands there, feeling the tug of something—someone—pulling him back, the weight of the path he’s walked begins to lose its allure. There are other ways.

He looks down at his reflection in a nearby pool of water, the distorted image staring back at him, almost like a stranger. He used to be sure. He used to think he had to prove something—that the scars and the struggles were the only things that mattered. But now, the idea of walking a different path, of choosing a way that didn’t involve destruction, feels both terrifying and freeing.

There are other ways.

The moon hung low over Camp Half-Blood, casting a soft glow on the woods surrounding the camp. The air was crisp with the promise of fall, leaves crunching underfoot as the camp quieted for the night. Most of the campers were winding down from a long day, but you found yourself wandering towards the Big House, where a celebration had just wrapped up—a rare camp-wide event that you’d been looking forward to for weeks.

You weren’t much of a dancer, but Pollux had been adamant about teaching you. He was, after all, one of the best dancers at camp. His effortless grace was part of his charm, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else about him—something warm, something that pulled you towards him like the gravity of stars. Maybe it was the way he cared so deeply, like he always made sure no one was left out. Or maybe it was just his genuine smile that made the world seem just a little brighter.

Tonight, however, had ended with everyone dispersing. Still, you lingered at the edge of the campfire, lost in your own thoughts.

“Hey, you didn’t leave without saying goodbye,” a familiar voice broke through your musings.

You turned, smiling at Pollux. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking as carefree as ever, the dim light from the fire flickering in his dark eyes. "I wasn’t planning on it," you said with a laugh. "I just didn’t want to interrupt the others. It was a pretty wild night."

Pollux grinned, stepping closer. “Yes, it was. But not too wild for you, right?”

You chuckled. “I’m not that boring.”

He raised an eyebrow, his teasing smirk showing he didn’t fully believe you. “I’m pretty sure we could change that, you know. I’m a good influence.”

“Oh, really?” You teased back, feeling the chemistry between you two build with every word and every glance. “How?”

He took a step closer, his tone softening. “Let me show you.”

Before you could respond, Pollux reached for your hand and gently tugged you towards the edge of the firelight. There, under the moonlit sky, he pulled you into a slow, easy dance, the same fluid movements you’d seen him do countless times during camp socials. He wasn’t in a rush. There was no crowd. It was just the two of you, surrounded by the quiet hum of the camp at night.

His hand was warm against your back, your hand resting in his as he guided you. The rhythm of the dance was simple, but somehow, it felt like the entire world fell away. You could hear your heartbeat matching his as you moved, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. It was comforting in a way that made you want to stay there forever.

“You know,” Pollux said softly as he led you in another turn. “I’ve always loved dancing under the stars. But it’s way better with you.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, and you looked up at him, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re not too bad yourself, Pollux.”

He chuckled, a sound that made you feel like you were basking in sunlight. “I’m glad you think so.”

For a long moment, the two of you danced in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves in the wind and the soft, rhythmic tap of your feet. You couldn’t help but let your eyes drift shut for a moment, savouring the feeling—the way everything around you seemed to slow down, just for this.

Finally, Pollux pulled you to a stop, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. You looked up at him, the world around you still dim and peaceful.

“You know, this feels a little like magic,” you murmured, your voice low, the weight of the moment not lost on you.

Pollux smiled softly, his gaze meeting yours. “Maybe it is. Or maybe it’s just the way things are meant to be.”

You stood there, staring at him for a moment longer than you expected, caught in the pull of his eyes. The world outside of this dance seemed so far away, and for once, you didn’t care.

Pollux leant in just enough to brush his lips against your forehead, his touch so light you almost thought you imagined it.

“Let’s stay here a little longer,” he said, his voice like a secret, soft and steady. “We don’t need anyone else. Just you, me, and the stars.”

The music from the camp's impromptu party blared in the distance, a mix of beats and laughter echoing through the trees as campers gathered around a huge bonfire. It was a rare night at Camp Half Blood—a night where everything was meant to be carefree. Pollux had been working on this party for days, and now, as the camp buzzed with excitement, it was clear that the Apollo cabin’s charismatic and endlessly creative leader had pulled out all the stops.

You hadn’t really planned on going. Parties weren’t your thing—especially not after a long day of training. But when you passed by the clearing where the party was being held and saw the glow of fairy lights, the sound of music, and the familiar faces of friends laughing, something in you changed. You’d been cooped up in your cabin all evening, and maybe—just maybe—you could use a little fun.

You stepped closer, adjusting the straps of your sandals, not sure what to expect, when suddenly a loud voice cut through the noise.

“Hey, you! You have to be here! This party is literally for you!”

You froze, and to your surprise, Pollux himself was walking towards you, arms wide, his grin as bright as ever. You couldn’t help but smile back, even though you were caught off guard.

“Pollux?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You threw a party... for me?”

He nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Of course! I mean, who else would I throw a party for? The person who has the best chance of surviving my questionable party planning, that’s who!” His eyes glinted with playful mischief, and before you could protest, he handed you a cup. “First drink’s on me.”

You laughed, taking the cup from him. "I don't know about this. I've seen some of your parties."

“Exactly!” he grinned, winking. “You’ll love this one. Trust me.”

With that, he led you further into the crowd, weaving through campers who were chatting, dancing, and laughing. The bonfire crackled merrily, and the scent of roasted marshmallows and warm food lingered in the air.

Pollux was right. The night was magical, in a way that only a party at Camp Half-Blood could be. You found yourself loosening up as the music played, the energy of the crowd pulling you in. As the night wore on, you noticed that Pollux seemed to have this effortless way of making everyone feel welcome. His charisma was infectious, his laugh contagious, and it wasn’t long before you were pulled into conversation after conversation.

But amidst the noise, the excitement, and the chaos of the party, your eyes found him again—Pollux, standing by the fire, watching everyone around him with that mischievous twinkle in his eye. And somehow, his gaze locked with yours from across the clearing.

“Hey!” he called over the music, and you felt your heart race slightly at the way his voice cut through everything. “Come on, let’s get some air.”

Before you could respond, he was already walking towards you, a confident grin on his face. You blinked, wondering if maybe you had imagined that brief moment of eye contact, but when you caught his gaze again, you knew he meant it.

“Air?” you asked with a laugh, stepping away from the crowd. “Pollux, are we really escaping the greatest party ever just for—”

“You’ll see,” he interrupted, his voice lighthearted but with an edge of mystery that made you curious.

He led you to the edge of the woods, a quieter spot away from the campfire. The night was quieter here, with only the soft rustling of the trees and the distant hum of the party behind you.

“Okay, now,” Pollux said, turning to face you. “Tell me what you think.”

You glanced around, a little confused. “What exactly am I supposed to think?”

With a flourish, Pollux gestured to the scene he had set up—a small blanket spread out under a clearing of trees, surrounded by lanterns. It was intimate and peaceful, a far cry from the wild chaos of the party.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever invited here,” he said a little sheepishly. “It’s where I go when I need a break from all the ‘Apollo’ chaos. Thought you might like it.”

You looked at him, suddenly seeing a different side of Pollux—a side that wasn’t so much about the attention or the jokes, but the moments of solitude, the quiet connections. You smiled softly.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you,” you admitted.

Pollux shrugged, but his grin softened. “Most people think I’m just the loud one at the campfire, but yeah, there’s more to me than that.”

You sat down on the blanket besides him, the sound of the party still faintly in the background but feeling miles away. For a while, there was just the peaceful quiet of the forest, the occasional crackle of leaves, and the presence of someone who’d become a surprising but welcome companion.

After a moment, Pollux broke the silence, his voice quieter than you expected. “You know, I’m glad you came tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Because I don’t exactly blend in at parties.”

“I’m serious,” Pollux said with a shrug. “You make the place feel less like a ‘big’ event and more like a good time. Plus, I don’t know if anyone else would’ve come to this quiet little spot with me.”

There was something in his tone that made your heart skip. You looked at him, your voice softer now. “I’m glad you showed me this place. It’s nice.”

Pollux smiled, his eyes softening. For a moment, it seemed like the whole world had faded except for the two of you—two people who had been drawn together by something unspoken but undeniable.

Then, as if he couldn’t help it, Pollux leant in, his hand brushing yours, a warmth settling between you.

“You know, if I had known you’d be the highlight of my party, I would’ve thrown one just for you,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity.

You couldn’t help but smile. “You’re not so bad yourself, Pollux.”

His grin widened, and for the first time tonight, it wasn’t about the party, the music, or the crowds. It was about this—this quiet, unexpected connection between you both.

As the night continued on, you and Pollux sat there, far from the chaos of the party, where the stars above you seemed to shine just a little brighter.