little smut blurb of top!sukuna x bttm!husband!reader (with a boypussy)
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“Ryomen! Sl—ahh..” you moan, your fingernails digging forcefully into the silk sheets of the creaking bed underneath you. Large, calloused hands held your sides forcefully, holding your hips down despite the impulsive urge to buck back and force the both of his cocks deeper into your pussy.
His upper pair of hands grasped your waist, and his lower pair held your inner thighs, stretching them as far apart as he could get them. He pounded into you, deep and rough, with zero concern for the overstimulation that quivered your hole. He had made you come more times than he ever had before, and he had become drunk on your moans and the bliss that simply emitted from you.
“You are so quick to tire, husband,” he groaned. “It’s pathetic.” You felt the sloppy tongue of his stomach mouth circle your asshole while both of his cocks occupied your wonderful pussy, and Sukuna smirked while you screamed in pleasure under him, undeniably full with both his semen and his drool.
“You have been wishing for children, no?” Sukuna laughed. “I will live on forever, and yet you beg for heirs. Well, I suppose I will be so generous.” Despite his mask of cruelty, you both knew that he also wanted children. Expecting him to admit that was like expecting him to admit his love for you (which is very, very prominent, but he’s the King of Curses!).
The bed slammed against the wall, rattling the two of you viciously, though it certainly had no effect on Sukuna’s rapid tempo. His stomach’s tongue fucked your ass, while his two cocks filled your pussy, balls deep.
It was clear to the both of you that this was not going to end for a long, long while. What you didn’t know, however, was what kept his cocks hard and excited and his balls heavy and full was the idea of his precious prince pumped full with his babies, with a belly bulging and round, curled in his arms.
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a/n: yes. This is based off of that spideypool fanart. And you know exactly what i’m talking about, freak
tags: a little smutty/suggestive ; use of y/n ; use of masculine pronouns ; improper use of spinnerets
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[Y/N]’s feet dangled over the edge of the dozen story building beneath his thighs. He sat comfortably, devouring an overstuffed burrito from that new Mexican food truck nearby. At this point, his arachnid DNA had overtaken his senses just a little, so the meat and seasoning and sauce and everything else was far too weak to really let him say anything about the taste. But it still eased [Y/N]’s hunger just the slightest bit. Damn his abnormally large appetite. Luckily, they were free. The guy who ran the truck got intimidated and essentially chucked six burritos at him.
He was on his forth when his Spidey sense buzzed gently in the back of his head. Like, there’s no ill intentions, but someone’s on the way. [Y/N] pulled his mask down the slightest bit so that rather than resting over his forehead and showing his face, it sat over the bridge of his nose.
“Spidey!” cooed that familiar, dreadful voice as the carrier of said voice dropped down beside him.
[Y/N] saw Wade out of his peripheral, and just gave him a fierce look from the corner of his eye. Not like Wade noticed. Or maybe he did, and he just didn’t give a shit.
“Baby boy! Look at that pretty mouth. It’s not every day I get to see those lips.” Wade grinned beneath the fabric. His eyes wandered down to the burrito wrapper gathering beside [Y/N]’s thigh, and he counted three, with two still resting in his lap, and one in his hands and being devoured by that beautiful mouth.
[Are those fangs?] Yellow wondered, but Wade essentially tuned them out.
“Quite the appetite there, webs. Mind-uh-sharin’?” Wade reached for one of the two in Spidey’s lap, and he grinned as his wrist wound up webbed to the concrete under them. “Okay, okay. I get it. Hands off the merchandise.”
[Y/N] lazily chewed on his burrito now that he knew they were all safe, his gaze shifting back forward towards the bright white moon.
Wade found his gaze grappled to those lips that were smeared in grease, and those new fangs that poked from between [Y/N]’s lips every time his jaw closed around a bite. He didn’t know how long he had been staring, but when he snapped out of it, he realized that he was inches away from Spidey. He didn’t retreat. The arachnid vigilante stared at him, his burger now devoured, and his soft red lips parted just the slightest bit, his head tilted closer. Wade couldn’t help himself. He inched closer, and eventually, their lips met.
[Y/N] groaned into the kiss his two remaining burritos forgotten as they slid off his lap and landed on the concrete with a soft plat. He dragged a leg over so he straddled the anti-hero, his lips dragging against Wade’s. He ran his tongue along the bottom row of teeth.
Wade whined excitedly when [Y/N] crawled on top of him. His large hands lifted and rested on the superhero’s hips. Slowly, he laid back against the cold concrete room, dragging the smaller man down with him.
After what felt like ages of kissing, [Y/N] parted from Wade. A string of drool connected their lips for a moment, before the string broke. [Y/N]’s hands raised, and his fingers slowly curled beneath the hem of Wade’s mask. Nobody stopped him as he slowly dragged the fabric away from Wade’s face.
Opposite to Wade’s judgement, [Y/N] found him beautiful. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled softly.
Wade huffed, before he smirked and slowly dragged a hand over [Y/N]’s groin, drawing a wet gasp from the man on top of him. “Now yours?” asked Wade.
The spider swallowed nervously, but he slowly nodded. He trusted Wade, really. And there was no way they were going to fuck with a mask on. That would have been awkward. Awkward sex was the worst sex. He raised his hand from Wade’s shoulder, and he slowly hooked a finger underneath the silky fabric of his tight-fitting mask. He slowly pulled it off of his head, and tossed it to the side. For a moment, they admired each other.
“And what’s the pretty boy’s name?” asked Wade after a long, drawn out minute of mutual staring.
[Y/N] laughed a little. “[Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N].”
“Could one person be any more perfect?” Wade cooed playfully, before he smirked and abruptly rolled them over so he was instead on top of the mutant. Again, he teased his hand along the groin of [Y/N]’s suit enough to draw out a little groan. Wade was already shamelessly (kind of) tugging the rest of his suit off, and he left only his boxers.
[Y/N] whimpered.
“Oh my god,” whispered Wade. “You’re a whimperer.” He bit his bottom lip and grinned, before he slowly worked off [Y/N]’s suit, his pace irritatingly slow enough to draw out more overexcited whimpers from the spider. Each one was genuine bliss to hear. His new favorite sound, for sure. He didn’t think that anything could compare.
“Stop that,” [Y/N] muttered, as he saw Wade’s grin widen with each whimper. His skin was now exposed to the cold air of New York, but Wade’s furnace-warm presence on top of him made up for that. He swallowed nervously as his cock was revealed, with Wade not bothering to remove his own briefs.
Wade slid his hands down [Y/N]’s wrists, slowly raising them to pin them down. He rubbed them up, before he found a little divot with the tip of his finger, just in the middle of his inner wrist. With his other hand, he found a little divot in the same place on the other arm, too. He hummed curiously, circling his fingertips gently against the little dips in the flesh.
“Hah—ahh…” Wade heard come from the smaller man beneath him.
“And what are these?” asked the mercenary curiously as he rubbed at them. He felt down a vein of slightly bulging flesh that led down the forearm on both of [Y/N]’s arms, and he gasped. “Oh… these are your organic little web shooters, aren’t they? What’re they called? Spinnerets?”
“Wade… quit…” [Y/N] murmured.
Wade hummed, and he slowly pressed down on the spinnerets, just near the little divots.
“Nghh…” the arachnid moaned as the pressure squeezed weak webs from his wrists.
“Oh. My. God.” Deadpool gasped, before a wide grin spread across his face. “Spidey. We are going to have the best time.”
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a/n: i know im sorry I didn’t write any real smut i got scared!!! but since im attention hungry, if you want the actual smut, comment it down below chat!!!
warnings ; none, lowkey. pretty much just fluff. oh, there is one! author is an ass author. grammar is probably not wonderful. and there is use of y/n, sorry, it’s just ultimately easier for me as a first time x reader author.
a/n ; this is my first x reader fic. i was honestly confused writing it, so if youre confused reading it, dont be surprised! percy jackson is my bisexual king. also, percy and annabeth are just best friends in this, so no, he is not a cheater. his fatal flaw is literally loyalty.
1.9k words
Percy was not-so-nicely awoken by a frustrated sort of growling in his head, and it reminded him much of the way that marine creatures and equestrian animals would communicate to him. He groaned, and in his trance of sleepiness, he found himself trying his hardest to ignore it. He needed to get as much sleep as he could, after all. Today was capture the flag…
Percy’s eyes shot open and he was immediately out of bed. You idiot, Percy thought. Why would you ignore a distressed call from one of the many animals that would rely on you? He sloppily tugged on one of his several faded Camp Half-Blood tees, and a pair of navy basketball shorts. Never mind his no doubt messy hair.
Percy could still hear the distressed noises in his mind of what he assumed might’ve been a shark of some sort. But sharks actually didn’t growl, he remembered (his mind automatically knows things about animals under his Father’s domain). He frowned. Sure, some fish could make noises like that, but a fish in distress to make such noises would’ve most likely been dead at this point. He groaned in frustration as he stormed out the door of the Poseidon Cabin, filing through his mind about creature this could possibly be. A naiad? Definitely not. A siren? No way. Maybe some sort of marine mammal, like a seal? Maybe?
Percy followed the distressed noises best he could. When he went in one direction, it would get fainter. When he went another, it got louder. He followed every direction it got louder in best he could. He found himself walking along the beach the longer he followed the anxiety-ridden noises. He was still trying to figure out what this thing could possibly be.
The sand was cool against the bottoms of his feet. The sun hadn’t come up much yet. He could see it just peaking out over the horizon, barely reflecting over the waters. The tide was surprisingly aggressive this morning. He would say he was a few meters away from where the tide would normally brush, and it was lapping at his ankles from here. It was a bit of a chilly morning. So, not an overly pleasant thing to awaken to. The son of Poseidon was also a but surprised by the lack of harpies diving down to snap at him before curfew ended.
He ended up walking for a few minutes. At this point, he had kind of grown accustomed to the creature in his ear. But as he grew closer, he heard sounds of battle, almost. His brow furrowed, and he paused for a moment, listening. He was surprisingly focused in. After all, demigods, despite the most of them having the misfortune of ADHD just to help them survive, could focus very well if they really wanted to.
After a moment of listening, he quickly recognized flapping wings and furious squawks. Percy tensed. Oh, Gods. Had the harpies reached the creature first? Percy broke out into a quick run, and the scene he came upon startled him. There was a human-like being that the harpies dove at. See, the harpies were horrifying, and a absolute force of nature. But this being growled and snapped at them ferociously. At multiple points, as Percy came cautiously closer, he saw it reach up with razor sharp claws and slice at the harpies. It was tangled up in a net, too. A net? Why in the world?
Percy looked closer. It appeared to be a male? He had long, shaggy curls. Every once in a while, a harpy would reach for them, and the stranger would hiss and flail in protest. He had tanned, glossy skin, which was sliced and marred and bleeding from the harpies’ efforts to rid of him. He reached at the with menacing talons, and he would sometimes get tufts of feathers in his grasps and tear them from the harpies, causing them to squawk in agony. The farther Percy’s eyes went, the wider they grew. At the strangers waist, glossy skin slowly transformed into sleek shark skin, and Percy’s jaw dropped when he noticed the shark tail. Not only that, but there were an even number of flaps on either side of the boys’ neck that Percy recognized them as gills. And by the gods, this boy was beautiful.
Percy, after all long while of merely watching in astonishment (even though this was far from the craziest thing he head ever witnessed), finally snapped out of his trance. He speedily unsheathed Riptide from his pocket and flicked off her cap. He lunged, slicing at the harpies until they hovered far above, flapping and chirping frustratedly. After a moment of deep thought from them, they eventually squawked at each other and seemed to come to a conclusion that they should probably just give up, and flapped away.
Percy, panting faintly, looked down at the cut up… shark hybrid? He now stared up at Percy in what seemed to be awe, his mouth parted, revealing the sharp fangs that lined his gums. However, rather than being intimidated, Percy’s stomach flipped a little. He was adorable. His pupils were dilated so that he reminded him up a wide-eyed kitten.
Percy swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Uh… hi?” Percy’s lips quirked up a little.
The shark blinked up at him. “My Lord?” he asked.
“Uh—just, just Percy.” Percy should be used to that by now. All horses and sea creatures called him ‘my lord,’ and he still got flustered by it every time.
“…Percy.”
“Yes. Percy.” The son of Poseidon examined the shark’s wounds. “You need treated.” Percy looked back at the horizon. The Sun had risen quite a bit since he exited his cabin. The Apollo children would be working in the infirmary already. If he could just get him there…
“Can I take you to the infirmary?”
“The what?” asked the hybrid.
“The infirmary. Where you can be, like, bandaged. By other campers.”
“Other campers.”
“Yes. What, uh… what’s your name?”
“[Y/N]. Other campers?” [Y/N] repeated. “Like. Demigods?
“Yeah? Is there something wrong with that?” Percy was already in the process of picking [Y/N] up.
“Nothing. I’ve just… uhm. Oh!” [Y/N] gasped as he was scooped effortlessly into Percy’s arms, making him forget what he was going to say. His face reddened.
“You need to stop bleeding, and I don’t… have any expertise in medical, so this is your best bet.” Percy’s own face reddened as he lifted his eyes away from [Y/N]. He carried him with only slight struggle. He couldn’t imagine how many pounds that tail added onto this guy. It was big and beautiful, for sure.
The walk was fairly silent, but Percy could feel the eyes of the wounded shark hybrid stay on him essentially the entirety of the awkward trip back up the beach to the Camp Infirmary. Every once in a while, Percy would glance down to see [Y/N] looking up at him like puppy, with giant pupils. It was stupid adorable. His heart sped up excitedly every time he looked. He couldn’t help but grin a little.
Meanwhile, in his own head, [Y/N] was in awe. The Prince was carrying him, after saving him from a group of vicious harpies, to get him treated. The Prince was as beautiful as he would’ve imagined. And he was only struggling a little ([Y/N] knew that shark hybrids were fairly heavy)! How lucky was he? He was just… a lowly shark! And the Prince—oh, his mind was just going in circles. He couldn’t help it. And then he had let him call him Percy?
[Y/N] hadn’t even noticed that they were now in far more populated camp property, and there were demigods staring at him confusedly.
Percy shouldered through the infirmary door, and the stupid little restaurant-like bell rang as the door opened. He almost rolled his eyes. He was sure that it was very important or whatever, to let the know when patients arrived or whatever.
He perked a little when he saw Will peak around the corner. And then he laughed a little when he saw the son of Apollo’s jaw drop when his gaze dropped to [Y/N] in Percy’s arms.
“Percy, you’re, uhh… you’re holding a shark…man? A shark-man. Shark-guy?”
“I noticed, Will. Thanks for pointing it out. He’s really cut up. He got attacked by harpies. Help him out?”
“Oh. Yeah! Of… course? Lay him down on one of the, uh, beds.”
Percy did as instructed, and [Y/N] shifted a little uncomfortably as he was set down. He glanced from Percy to Will and around the infirmary. Percy watched him with worry (and maybe more).
Will gave Percy a look out of the corner of his eye at the way he watched [Y/N]. Then he returned to his job. He checked the sharks’ pulse, and gently treated the cuts and scratches. Every once in a while, he would glance suspiciously at Percy. [Y/N] was quiet and still. His gaze was on Will lots of the time, but it continuously started traveling to his Prince. When Will was done, he was quick to grab Percy’s wrist and drag him into a separate room, the storage.
“Uh, Will? We probably shouldn’t leave him alone—“
“Percy, you’re staring at him. With absolute heart eyes.”
Percy’s face bloomed with color. “I—no, I’m not!”
“You definitely are, dude.”
“He’s… pretty, okay?”
“Oh, he’s gorgeous. And he’s heart eyeing you back.” Will grinned a little.
“No he is not! He’s probably just, like… amazed! The sea prince is helping him, or whatever.” Percy sputtered, looking away.
Will gave him a look, like, are you serious? Percy couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Okay, maybe, whatever. So what?”
“You guys would make an amazing couple.”
“Stop! I don’t know anything about him!”
“So? Learn.”
“Will, are you trying to matchmake here?” Percy grinned.
“You guys are soulmates. I feel it in my bones.”
“In your bones?”
“Yes. Now go seduce him. He is already in love.”
“Then why would In need to seduce him?”
“Just do it!” Will demanded, lightly shoving Percy back in the direction of [Y/N].
Percy giggled a little, but went with the momentum of the push easily. He sauntered back into the room where the shark was still laying. He was already a charmer, kind of? This should be easy. He hopes so. Percy grinned slyly as he sat in the edge of the medical bed beside the shark, and [Y/N] tensed, already reddening again. He leaned in close.
“My Prince?” asked [Y/N] meekly. He shifted his weight from one side of the bed to the other nervously, his eyes darting away.
Percy laughed softly. “I told you to call me Percy.”
At this point, [Y/N] was already lovestruck and stupid. He didn’t respond, his lips parting and closing like a confused goldfish.
“Hmmmm…” Percy thought. “What’s your favorite color?”
[Y/N] paused. “My favorite color?”
“Yeah! It can say a lot about somebody.”
“Uhm…” a smile slowly grew on the shark’s face. “Probably, like, cobalt.”
“I—“ Percy paused, confused. “Cobalt? Is that, like…”
“It’s a blue,” [Y/N] began to laugh. It was gentle and sweet and it reminded Percy of the gentle crashing of the tide against rocks.
“A blue,” whispered the son of Poseidon. His eyes softened as he looked Into [Y/N]’s eyes. He could easily picture cobalt, now.
warnings ; none, lowkey. pretty much just fluff. oh, there is one! author is an ass author. grammar is probably not wonderful. and there is use of y/n, sorry, it’s just ultimately easier for me as a first time x reader author.
a/n ; this is my first x reader fic. i was honestly confused writing it, so if youre confused reading it, dont be surprised! percy jackson is my bisexual king. also, percy and annabeth are just best friends in this, so no, he is not a cheater. his fatal flaw is literally loyalty.
1.9k words
Percy was not-so-nicely awoken by a frustrated sort of growling in his head, and it reminded him much of the way that marine creatures and equestrian animals would communicate to him. He groaned, and in his trance of sleepiness, he found himself trying his hardest to ignore it. He needed to get as much sleep as he could, after all. Today was capture the flag…
Percy’s eyes shot open and he was immediately out of bed. You idiot, Percy thought. Why would you ignore a distressed call from one of the many animals that would rely on you? He sloppily tugged on one of his several faded Camp Half-Blood tees, and a pair of navy basketball shorts. Never mind his no doubt messy hair.
Percy could still hear the distressed noises in his mind of what he assumed might’ve been a shark of some sort. But sharks actually didn’t growl, he remembered (his mind automatically knows things about animals under his Father’s domain). He frowned. Sure, some fish could make noises like that, but a fish in distress to make such noises would’ve most likely been dead at this point. He groaned in frustration as he stormed out the door of the Poseidon Cabin, filing through his mind about creature this could possibly be. A naiad? Definitely not. A siren? No way. Maybe some sort of marine mammal, like a seal? Maybe?
Percy followed the distressed noises best he could. When he went in one direction, it would get fainter. When he went another, it got louder. He followed every direction it got louder in best he could. He found himself walking along the beach the longer he followed the anxiety-ridden noises. He was still trying to figure out what this thing could possibly be.
The sand was cool against the bottoms of his feet. The sun hadn’t come up much yet. He could see it just peaking out over the horizon, barely reflecting over the waters. The tide was surprisingly aggressive this morning. He would say he was a few meters away from where the tide would normally brush, and it was lapping at his ankles from here. It was a bit of a chilly morning. So, not an overly pleasant thing to awaken to. The son of Poseidon was also a but surprised by the lack of harpies diving down to snap at him before curfew ended.
He ended up walking for a few minutes. At this point, he had kind of grown accustomed to the creature in his ear. But as he grew closer, he heard sounds of battle, almost. His brow furrowed, and he paused for a moment, listening. He was surprisingly focused in. After all, demigods, despite the most of them having the misfortune of ADHD just to help them survive, could focus very well if they really wanted to.
After a moment of listening, he quickly recognized flapping wings and furious squawks. Percy tensed. Oh, Gods. Had the harpies reached the creature first? Percy broke out into a quick run, and the scene he came upon startled him. There was a human-like being that the harpies dove at. See, the harpies were horrifying, and a absolute force of nature. But this being growled and snapped at them ferociously. At multiple points, as Percy came cautiously closer, he saw it reach up with razor sharp claws and slice at the harpies. It was tangled up in a net, too. A net? Why in the world?
Percy looked closer. It appeared to be a male? He had long, shaggy curls. Every once in a while, a harpy would reach for them, and the stranger would hiss and flail in protest. He had tanned, glossy skin, which was sliced and marred and bleeding from the harpies’ efforts to rid of him. He reached at the with menacing talons, and he would sometimes get tufts of feathers in his grasps and tear them from the harpies, causing them to squawk in agony. The farther Percy’s eyes went, the wider they grew. At the strangers waist, glossy skin slowly transformed into sleek shark skin, and Percy’s jaw dropped when he noticed the shark tail. Not only that, but there were an even number of flaps on either side of the boys’ neck that Percy recognized them as gills. And by the gods, this boy was beautiful.
Percy, after all long while of merely watching in astonishment (even though this was far from the craziest thing he head ever witnessed), finally snapped out of his trance. He speedily unsheathed Riptide from his pocket and flicked off her cap. He lunged, slicing at the harpies until they hovered far above, flapping and chirping frustratedly. After a moment of deep thought from them, they eventually squawked at each other and seemed to come to a conclusion that they should probably just give up, and flapped away.
Percy, panting faintly, looked down at the cut up… shark hybrid? He now stared up at Percy in what seemed to be awe, his mouth parted, revealing the sharp fangs that lined his gums. However, rather than being intimidated, Percy’s stomach flipped a little. He was adorable. His pupils were dilated so that he reminded him up a wide-eyed kitten.
Percy swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Uh… hi?” Percy’s lips quirked up a little.
The shark blinked up at him. “My Lord?” he asked.
“Uh—just, just Percy.” Percy should be used to that by now. All horses and sea creatures called him ‘my lord,’ and he still got flustered by it every time.
“…Percy.”
“Yes. Percy.” The son of Poseidon examined the shark’s wounds. “You need treated.” Percy looked back at the horizon. The Sun had risen quite a bit since he exited his cabin. The Apollo children would be working in the infirmary already. If he could just get him there…
“Can I take you to the infirmary?”
“The what?” asked the hybrid.
“The infirmary. Where you can be, like, bandaged. By other campers.”
“Other campers.”
“Yes. What, uh… what’s your name?”
“[Y/N]. Other campers?” [Y/N] repeated. “Like. Demigods?
“Yeah? Is there something wrong with that?” Percy was already in the process of picking [Y/N] up.
“Nothing. I’ve just… uhm. Oh!” [Y/N] gasped as he was scooped effortlessly into Percy’s arms, making him forget what he was going to say. His face reddened.
“You need to stop bleeding, and I don’t… have any expertise in medical, so this is your best bet.” Percy’s own face reddened as he lifted his eyes away from [Y/N]. He carried him with only slight struggle. He couldn’t imagine how many pounds that tail added onto this guy. It was big and beautiful, for sure.
The walk was fairly silent, but Percy could feel the eyes of the wounded shark hybrid stay on him essentially the entirety of the awkward trip back up the beach to the Camp Infirmary. Every once in a while, Percy would glance down to see [Y/N] looking up at him like puppy, with giant pupils. It was stupid adorable. His heart sped up excitedly every time he looked. He couldn’t help but grin a little.
Meanwhile, in his own head, [Y/N] was in awe. The Prince was carrying him, after saving him from a group of vicious harpies, to get him treated. The Prince was as beautiful as he would’ve imagined. And he was only struggling a little ([Y/N] knew that shark hybrids were fairly heavy)! How lucky was he? He was just… a lowly shark! And the Prince—oh, his mind was just going in circles. He couldn’t help it. And then he had let him call him Percy?
[Y/N] hadn’t even noticed that they were now in far more populated camp property, and there were demigods staring at him confusedly.
Percy shouldered through the infirmary door, and the stupid little restaurant-like bell rang as the door opened. He almost rolled his eyes. He was sure that it was very important or whatever, to let the know when patients arrived or whatever.
He perked a little when he saw Will peak around the corner. And then he laughed a little when he saw the son of Apollo’s jaw drop when his gaze dropped to [Y/N] in Percy’s arms.
“Percy, you’re, uhh… you’re holding a shark…man? A shark-man. Shark-guy?”
“I noticed, Will. Thanks for pointing it out. He’s really cut up. He got attacked by harpies. Help him out?”
“Oh. Yeah! Of… course? Lay him down on one of the, uh, beds.”
Percy did as instructed, and [Y/N] shifted a little uncomfortably as he was set down. He glanced from Percy to Will and around the infirmary. Percy watched him with worry (and maybe more).
Will gave Percy a look out of the corner of his eye at the way he watched [Y/N]. Then he returned to his job. He checked the sharks’ pulse, and gently treated the cuts and scratches. Every once in a while, he would glance suspiciously at Percy. [Y/N] was quiet and still. His gaze was on Will lots of the time, but it continuously started traveling to his Prince. When Will was done, he was quick to grab Percy’s wrist and drag him into a separate room, the storage.
“Uh, Will? We probably shouldn’t leave him alone—“
“Percy, you’re staring at him. With absolute heart eyes.”
Percy’s face bloomed with color. “I—no, I’m not!”
“You definitely are, dude.”
“He’s… pretty, okay?”
“Oh, he’s gorgeous. And he’s heart eyeing you back.” Will grinned a little.
“No he is not! He’s probably just, like… amazed! The sea prince is helping him, or whatever.” Percy sputtered, looking away.
Will gave him a look, like, are you serious? Percy couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Okay, maybe, whatever. So what?”
“You guys would make an amazing couple.”
“Stop! I don’t know anything about him!”
“So? Learn.”
“Will, are you trying to matchmake here?” Percy grinned.
“You guys are soulmates. I feel it in my bones.”
“In your bones?”
“Yes. Now go seduce him. He is already in love.”
“Then why would In need to seduce him?”
“Just do it!” Will demanded, lightly shoving Percy back in the direction of [Y/N].
Percy giggled a little, but went with the momentum of the push easily. He sauntered back into the room where the shark was still laying. He was already a charmer, kind of? This should be easy. He hopes so. Percy grinned slyly as he sat in the edge of the medical bed beside the shark, and [Y/N] tensed, already reddening again. He leaned in close.
“My Prince?” asked [Y/N] meekly. He shifted his weight from one side of the bed to the other nervously, his eyes darting away.
Percy laughed softly. “I told you to call me Percy.”
At this point, [Y/N] was already lovestruck and stupid. He didn’t respond, his lips parting and closing like a confused goldfish.
“Hmmmm…” Percy thought. “What’s your favorite color?”
[Y/N] paused. “My favorite color?”
“Yeah! It can say a lot about somebody.”
“Uhm…” a smile slowly grew on the shark’s face. “Probably, like, cobalt.”
“I—“ Percy paused, confused. “Cobalt? Is that, like…”
“It’s a blue,” [Y/N] began to laugh. It was gentle and sweet and it reminded Percy of the gentle crashing of the tide against rocks.
“A blue,” whispered the son of Poseidon. His eyes softened as he looked Into [Y/N]’s eyes. He could easily picture cobalt, now.
