mochi de leche

Pairing : Percy jackson x demigod!reader

summary : The daughter of destiny- literally, along with inevitability, compulsion and necessity. Being the child of a primordial goddess doesn’t really assure you a quiet, calm life but when you return to new york after five years of being shipped off to boarding school, your once mundane life says goodbye.

A/N Here’s my christmas gift to you all, lets all pretend this didn’t take me 3 years to do 

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This was it, Percy thought. They were really going into war. 

Never did he think he would be sending 40 troops to stand in positions around the border of Manhattan to defend it. Never did he want to think that those could be the last words he ever said to them.

He tried to rid the negative thoughts, focusing his mind on his battle plans and the success of them,

“if you think that’s going to happen then it’s going to happen”

He shook his head, not now Y/N.

He strained his thoughts back onto the present, right what’s left?

“You forgot the Lincoln Tunnel” Jake Mason spoke up and percy cursed inwardly.

Out of all times Clarisse chose to be selfish, this had to be one of them.

“We don’t mind taking it”

Percy turned around heart lightening at the voice, and standing there in all their glory was Thalia and the hunters of Artemis decked in white shirts a silver camouflage cargos. There were more of them now, since the last time he had seen them but despite that Thalia seemed to be the only one pleased to be there which was understandable since there were a lot of males present. 

A stampede of people rushed forward, greetings and hugs being passed around as Thalia moved forward towards the campers. 

At a moment like this, Percy couldn’t help but smile. It was a small positive to say the least but the feeling of reassurance and seeing an old friend again was a nice break from the constant feeling of impending doom. 

“Oh, did you get taller Jackson?” 

Percy’s heart stopped. 

It couldn’t be, could it? 

He snapped his head around to where he had heard the voice, genuinly convinced he had imagined it, and there standing in the middle of the on coming wave of the rest of the hunters was you.

You looked different, not in a bad way. But there was this new look about you, like you had seen so much more, you knew so much more- like you had been through a lot. 

You seemed thinner now as well, face more angled than before but still as pretty as ever in Percy’s eyes. 

“Y/N?” Percy question quietly, not believing it was real, months of dreams that felt too realistic made Percy think that this was just another one. 

A smile began to grow on your face but it started to break as the tears in your eyes began to fall.

You rushed forward. 

Percy reciprocated the act and within seconds the two of you collided, arms wrapping around each other. 

Your face implanted into Percy’s chest and Percy buried his face in your hair, holding on so tightly to you as if to never let you go ever again. He felt your arms wrapping around him, hands grabbing at his shirt and constantly trying to bring him closer. He felt his heart twinge. 

“Ive missed you so much” he whispered into your hair only to get a sniffle back in response. 

Percy felt like his world was crashing- but in a good way. Everything that had occupied his mind- things that gave him constant stress, intrusive thoughts that weighed him down with anxiety and the impact of dreadful events that took place only recently shattered in an instant, crumbling down only leaving a warm feeling of finally having you wrapped in his arms. Even if it was only momentarily before he had to rejoin his horrifying reality- Percy was in pure bliss. 

He pulled away slightly, arms still wrapped around you, and looked down at your face.

You were crying. 

“Hey it’s alright” Percy started but it only seemed to make you cry more and he panicked moving his hands to hold your face. 

You brought your head to look up at him- he’d bent down in order to see you better. 

“Don’t leave me again” you plead, “I don’t think I can take it anymore”

Percy’s heart swelled. 

He chuckled, “princess, you were the one who left me” giving you a small smile and using his thumb to wipe your tears away.

You let out frustrated cry, “you know what I mean” 

Percy chuckled once again pulling you into his chest, “I won’t leave, not ever” 

He felt you inhaling deeply against his chest, an effort to try a calm down your cries but Percy couldn’t help but smile.

You’re really here, in front of him.

Suddenly, Percy snapped back to reality, only now remembering that Kronos’ army were approaching the borders to Manhattan. 

You too seemed to come to this realisation as you pulled away and hastily wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your jacket. You look up and stiffened and Percy panicked.

Thinking that Kronos’ army was already behind them, he reached for his sword but turned around to only face the rest of camp half blood and the hunters of Artemis starring at the two of you with huge smiles on their faces. 

Percy hoped he wasn’t as red as he felt. 

“right uhh- good luck everyone” Percy awkwardly cheered and fortunately everyone was kind enough to give him an energetic cheer back. 

Amongst the flurry of campers leaving for their posts, he caught your quick reunion with annabeth- giving her a tight squeeze of a hug and an exchange of a few words which seemed to cover the whole year you had spent away. Then you made your way back to his side. 

At first percy was shocked- he was so used to having you go off solo to fight a portion of an army by yourself but the realisation slowly dawned on him that you were going to fight with him. 

A huge grin begun to grow on his face however it was strained when a look of shock grew on yours.

“Y/N..?” Percy questioned hesitantly.

“Percy-” you exclaimed softly, “don’t tell me you-”

Confused, Percy began to think of what he possibly could have done to cause such a reaction out of you- but it didn't take him long that you had of course sensed his recent dip in the river styx.

“Y/N I-”

“Do you have any clue how dangerous this is!” you began- at a loss of words and trying to find the right ones to explain how gobsmacked you were.

But before you could, Percy grabbed your waist, pulled you flush against his chest and pressed his lips to yours.

He could tell you were still very annoyed at him but despite that he could feel the slight smile on your lips and the sigh of content that escaped your mouth.

Percy wanted to hold you there forever as you melted into his touch but alas it seemed as if good things were not meant for him. 

“Percy-” you spoke through the kiss.

“mhmm” he hummed, ignoring all other responsibilities as it was much nicer to pretend that they didn't exist. 

“We have a city to save” you stated and percy reluctantly pulled away. 

A look of sadness and worry was still present on you face to which percy sighed, “I know Y/N, I know- just trust me okay?” 

you hesitated, unsure if you could even muster the strength to go along with it, but you nodded.

And like a golden retriever Percy grinned, grabbed your hand and began to jog down broadway, “right then- lets go kick some titan ass”

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You held onto percy’s waist tightly, peering down from blackjack’s back at the scene below you. On one side, scattered around the Williamsburg bridge were the apollo campers, hiding behind seized cars, knocking back arrows and shooting at every chance they got and on the other about 200 of kronos’ army led by the half man half bull monstrosity, the minotaur. 

As soon as blackjack came within two feet of the ground, you and percy leapt of, meeting with michael yew who had been awaiting your arrival.

“Y/N thank the gods you’re here!” michael exclaimed, causing a look of offence to appear on percys face, you stifled a laugh. 

Michael momentarily turned away to shoot an arrow, it whistled through the air and landed amongst the phalanx of dracnae inching closer with their shield wall, a dust cloud appeared from where the arrow landed and a shield dropped to the floor but the gap was instantly replaced and the wall was remade. 

Percy faced you, “how you wanna do this?” 

You smiled, knowing that percy was slightly butt hurt from michael’s comment earlier, “oh please,” you rolled your eyes, “you know exactly how”.

Percy smirked, stepping aside and extending his arm out towards the approaching titan army, “after you princess”.

You smiled, war gives you such a rush. 

You began to stride, arms stretching out to reveal you two drakon bone swords as cheers from the apollo cabin erupted from behind you. 

From above, a car seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and was spiralling down towards you. You pushed it back with a gust of wind aiming it back at the army behind the dracnae line, the car was now sailing straight into the heart of the crowd. You could hear it had caused a surge of panic, as shouts and screaming erupted but you couldn’t stand and watch your handiwork as the dranae wall began to hiss at you in chorus. 

This should be easy enough, you thought. You pointed your two drakon bone swords at the centre of the line, hilt to hilt. You focused on feeling the air around you, the air that touched your sword, the air between you and the army. In one swift movement you cut your swords through the air, and instantaneously the drancnae began to disintegrate, centre out, each one of their shields dropping on after the other like it was choreographed. 

“damn,” you hear percy call, “what did you do?” 

You look at him at the corner of your eye, his staring at you in absolute awe.

“cut through them with air” you shrug, “it was easy since they were all standing in one orderly line” 

“You need to stop upstaging me” Percy stated, uncapping riptide.

“Well go on then” you said simply, “your turn” 

Percy laughed, uncapped riptide and stormed ahead.

You watched in awe as he tore his way through the crowd, annihilating anything within a 3 meter radius. He slashed, dodged and stabbed with ease, you didn’t know wether to be impressed or completely distraught. 

Nothing good ever came with the curse of achilles. Percy now had a new aura around him, more dark, more powerful, more intimidating. You had sensed it immediately, and still did not know what to think. 

You stood in shock as Percy defeated the minotaur with ease, you almost jumped in to help but it was evident no help was needed. 

But you couldn’t stay still for long, because in the distance, you could see the approaching cavalry. About 30 skeletal horses and a golden helmed demigod leading the way. 

You heart began to pound loudly, you had never set eyes on the titan god before. Yes he was in the body of Luke Castellan but there was no doubt that that was kronos. His presence was heavy int he air, like earths gravity had gotten ten times stronger. You gulped thinking this would be it.

“Michael,” You shout in panic, spinning around and trying your best to spot him in the sea of cars. You see him perched on the edge of the bridge, bow lowered in confusion. “fall back! make sure everyone gets off the bridge!” you call over your shoulder, hoping that he had heard you as you begin to rush forward.

“Percy!” you cry, trying you best to make it to his side.

Percy quickly caught your gaze and after seeing how panicked you look, spun to face the opposite end of the bridge, you saw his grip tighten around riptide. 

You slash two empousa who had decided to approach you instead of retreating like the rest, and you push straight through the yellow cloud of dust and reached out to grab percy.

“We need to retreat, now!” you said, ready to push you and Percy back on the winds. you didn’t hear him respond but you felt him wrap his hand around yours. 

But you faltered. 

In the distance you could see the apollo kids dragging out sleeping drivers from their cars, Jake Mason had two kids on either shoulder and kayla and will were dragging out who you assumed to be their father. 

You let go of percy’s hand. 

“Go, I’ll hold them off” 

Percy turned around with such an incredulous look you almost whimpered. You had never seen him so angered before. 

“There’s no way I’m leaving you” he said strongly, wrapping his hand around your arm, “not ever” 

Even in this moment you couldn’t help but let your heat skip a beat. 

The two of you stood side to side and faced the oncoming cavalry.

You immediately brought up a gust of wind parting the oncoming wave, the horses seized and reared, off put by the strong force, and you pushed each side unmercifully over the edge. About a dozen horses and demigods fell, screaming, tumbling down from the Williamsburg bridge.

But you weren’t done. 

Those who had dodged the attack were now surrounding you, choosing to go on foot rather than on cavalry. they circled you and percy but were clearly no match for the two of you combined. 

It was about 8 to 2, both your swords kept busy, slashing and blocking but you knew these demigods were not the main problem.

He was. 

Kronos was leisurely trotting along the bridge, seemingly in no rush to come fight. 

That pissed you off. 

Out of the corner of your eye you say a stray arrow, and an idea popped into you mind. 

Within a few seconds you went overload, whacking the heads of the two soldiers in front of your with the hilt of your swords, they halted dropped their swords and you retracted yours, letting their bodies fall. As they did, you brought wind to push them back giving you access to the next two demigods behind them. 

They looked at you, they were scared shitless. 

But you had no time for mercy. 

with one hand you pushed them straight to the edge and over the bridge.

With little to no time till others came to fight you, you reached your hand out to the arrow lying to the side and flew it straight across the bridge with such high speeds even you couldn’t see it.

And with luck, it landed straight in kronos’ throat. 

It was like the whole world stopped. 

Even the demigods fighting you paused and spun back to look at their leader. 

And to your dismay, the arrow bounced right off his skin and fell to the floor. 

“No-” you let out quietly, panic rising in you chest.

Percy straightened, his realisation hitting you the exact same time,

He’s got the curse of achilles. 

Kronos paused, his horse halting. He removed his helmet and stared right at you. “what a valiant attempt, daughter of ananke,” he mused slowly.

You couldn’t help it, you began to have a panic attack. Out of all the monsters you’ve dealt with, he is the most terrifying. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak. Percy protectively stood in front of you, arm out and riptide steady.

“I must say, you’ve been a constant nuisance” kronos hissed, bringing his scythe forwards, “i’ll be glad to have you gone”  Kronos then salmmed the hilt of his scythe in the ground causing the bdrige to shake.

Multiple demigods, even some working for kronos flew over the edge of the bridge, the concrete began to crack and suspension cords whipped around.

Within in midst of confusion, you saw one body move forwards, a knife reached out aiming for percy.

Without thinking you stepped forwards, flushing yourself against percy’s back.

The knife drove straight into you.

The pain it gave caused you to scream out, the weapon was buried in your arm and the holder was grinning widely at you, glad he had dealt you great agony. 

And that only made you angry. 

Like it was habit, you jutted out your hand against his chest, and flicked your wrist. 

In one swift movement your drakon bone swords materialised, impaling the man through his chest. 

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“Y/N!” Percy cried, turning in time to see you stab Ethan Nakamura in the chest. 

You brought your foot up against Ethan’s body, simultaneously kicking it away and retracting your sword, puling out the knife in your arm soon after. As his body flew backwards yours began to crumple.

Percy caught you, arm out under the curve of your back as you lay limp. Your hand was pressed to the wound, blood flowing endlessly, staining your jacket, shirt and hair. 

Percy began to see red.

He swung his sword in large arches, demigods fell back, “get back!” he shouted, retreating the best he could to get you out of harms way.

Kronos laughed “give up Percy, you cannot save the girl”

Percy gritted his teeth, don’t tell me what to do.

His anger boiled, his rage could not be contained. With a shout Percy stabbed riptide through the concrete and as he did the ground began to shake and like geyser water errupted from the gaping cracks in the ground.

Percy pulled riptide from the ground, capped it, scooped you up in his arms, and ran.

The ground shook with incredible force, the fissure grew and parts of the bridge began crumbling, breaking off and falling into the river. Within seconds the bridge was split in half, a forty foot drop in between. 

Some of Kronos’ men inched forward, looking down at the distance. 

Percy stood ready, just in case the titan jumped the span. But all he did was nod curtly and rasied his scythe in mockery, “until tonight Jackson” and him and his army retreated. 

Percy would’ve chased after him, but he had you to worry about. 

He looked down, you were a mess.

You looked so pale, so weak and you had loss so much blood. Percy pressed his hand against you wound desperately trying to stop the bleeding. 

“no no no no no-” Percy whispered, feeling your breathing begin to slow.

your blood felt warm against his palm, yet your body felt so cold. He inspected the wound, it was about two inches wide, the skin around it green and purple. 

Percy stood still. 

Slowly, he removed his hand from your arm and looked down at his palm. 

Your blood wasn’t just deep red, it looked metallic, shiny, almost if it was mixed with gold. 

golden ichor. 

Percy srcunched his eyebrows, how was that possible?

Suddenly, every moment of your omniscience struck him, how powerful your aura was, how you left every battle practically unmarked and how your powers should’ve burned you from the inside by now. He looked down now at your  fragile body.

How could someone so god like be so mortal?

He looked up to try to scout for help, thankfully, Will was running towards the two of you, a look of the upmost concern painted on his face.

“we- we need to get her to base, quickly” will stuttered, hands shaking as he pointed to the nearest car, “Austin can drive-” 

“Go go go-” Percy ordered, picking you up and rushing to the car.

Will reached the car first, swinging the back door open before prompty jumping into the front as so did Austin.

Percy quickly, but gently got in, you still in his arms, laid across his lap and barely breathing. 

Austin looked in the rear view mirror as he put the car into drive, “Gods,” he said, eyes widened as he saw you, “what happened?”

“Poison most likely” Will muttered, digging around in his bag for something to help you. He tossed some things aside like a water bottle, plasters and a stray m and m before his fingers finally pulled a small vial of nectar. 

“Here!” he said, turning around in his chair and squeezing himself through the two front seats to reach you, “we’ve got to make her drink this, it’s the only way to keep her from-” 

Will paused, gulped and looked at Percy. 

Percy’s brow stiffened, “understood” and he took the vial from will and put the rim against your lips. 

“How much?” Percy asked, slowly beginning to retract the vial from your mouth.

“All of it” will said seriously and both Percy and Austin looked at him in shock.

“She’ll be incinerated!” Austin exclaimed, barely missing a sleeping pedestrian who had fallen on a crossing. 

“Knowing her it won’t” will stated, “trust me”

Hesitantly, Percy put the vial to your lips and let some nectar drip into your mouth. He looked at you, some colour began to return to your face but you still looked so sick, so unwell, so close to death. He then looked at you arm, the metallic red shining in the sunset, almost as if it was persuading him to let you drink more.

Austin turned his head back to look at you and the car swerved. “Holy Gods” He exclaimed, “is she bleeding ichor??” doing his best to regain control of the car. 

Percy opened his mouth to answer, “I think-”

“Yes” Will stated, “her blood is mixed with ichor” 

Percys heart began to beat faster, “What does that mean?”

“I-I don’t know” Will stuttered, “I’ve noticed it before, I thought I was crazy, but I think it makes sense-” 

“Oh yeah....” Austin agreed, flashing looks back every now and again, stunned with the sight of your godly blood, “explains how she’s so- you know, awesome” 

Will gave Austin a confused side eye, then returned his attention to Percy, “I guess, I was going for more powerful almost-”

“God like” Percy finished and Will cautiously nodded his head, 

“yeah”

The vial was almost half empty and you were breathing at a normal pace now, but the blood, and ichor was still pooling out of you at an alarming rate. 

“We’re here” Austin stated, bringing the car to a halt and even before he could pull the break Will launched himself from the car and swung the back door open. 

“Quick, Percy, we don’t have much time left before-” and he again stopped himself, after seeing Percy, who was hardly ever an emotional mess, scrunch his face in utter despair. 

He clambered out of the car and cradled your limp cold body close to his chest as the three boys ran into the building. 

Percy hardly ever prayed to the Gods, and if he ever did, he did it begrudgingly. But in this moment that was all he found himself doing, 

Iwaizumi being alec and Oikawa being magnus. 

oikawa x reader

-> synopsis :  you didn't really want to be on seijoh girls volleyball team, let alone become captain. But as a good hearted and dedicated student, you accept the responsibilities that come with the role, especially when it comes to dealing with the boys’ team captain.

A/N Thank you so much for all the love you gave the last one, i didn’t really think people would read it >w<, and a special thank you to this lovely lot, your comments honestly made me so happy <3 : @winchtr-67 @dancing-in-the-rain54 @theduvetpirate @sailorscout1902 @weebintheinternet @alexthe80swhore @juns-random-world 

“So you down for tonight?” 

you catch the ends of a conversation as you approach your classroom.

“Of course I am, who would turn down ramen?” 

Oh gosh, is it too late to turn back? you think inwardly as you cringe your eyes closed.

You turn the corner and you see 4 figures crowded around the door to your class. Slowly, you approach them, your heart beginning to pound against your ribcage. 

“I mean we haven’t gone out for your celebratory meal yet” you hear matsukawa say, “it would be a waste not to go out for ramen”

Awkwardly you come to stand near them, you didn’t want to interrupt the conversation and bring attention to yourself but they were in the way. 

“Oh, hey Y/N” Iwaizumi greets and you send him a smile. 

At this point the three other boys’ heads turn to you, all giving you a small greeting too,

well except for one...

“Why, if it isn’t Y/N-chan!” oikawa muses which seems to surprise his friends more than it does you. 

“Y/N-chan?” matsukawa asks suspiciously, looking in between you and the offending nickname user, but this comment seems to just go over Oikawa’s head. 

“So, you all better now?” he questions, his smile softening as his eyes flick down to your arms which were hanging by your sides. 

You follow his gaze and immediately understand, “never better” you say quietly.

He smiles at you cheerily, eyes almost shut. You couldn’t help but redirect your gaze away from his face, you could already feel yours heating up. In the process of which, you catch the three other boys throwing looks of utter confusion at each other, it only made you heat up more. 

“SO” hanamaki says, clapping his hands to try to clear the really awkward tension in the air, “ramen after practice for oikawa’s promotion to captain?”

the three boys nod. they were still in the way. 

“Hey, Y/N you should come too, i mean, you got chosen to become captain too right?” Iwaizumi says and you find it difficult to answer. 

It was nice of him to offer but you’d just feel a bit out of place. 

and a certain someone would be there too.

“Thank you, but this seems like a boys thing” you reason, hoping he’d take the bait and brush off his previous statement.

“Nah, it’s fine, the more the merrier right? ” Hanamaki exclaims, “and besides” he continues, slinging his arm around oikawa who stumbles slightly, caught off guard by the other boy’s weight, “oikawa will pay for everything” 

You tried not to laugh after seeing the incredulous expression that formed onto the captain’s face, “why me! i’m the celebratee, if anything it should be you lot paying for my food!” he bursts, shoving Hanamaki’s arm off his neck.

And then the two of them erupt into a boyish squabble and you take this as your que to leave.

You quickly dodge past oikawa and hanamaki who were now poking fingers at each other and duck under iwaizumi’s arm which was resting on the door frame who kindly manoeuvres slightly so you don’t have to squeeze past. 

“hey Y/N!” you hear Iwaizumi call and you turn back.

“You are coming right?” he questions, momentarily looking to glare at the bickering boys who were now grabbing at each other.

Were you? 

but why wouldn’t you want to go? you’re friendly enough with Iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki. it was just...

but you were friendly with oikawa now (if you can call it that), so what was the big deal?

hm, maybe it’s because you want to hate him so badly but you’re scared you’re starting to catch feelings for him-

“sure” you let out, almost regretting it immediately. 

it was ridiculous the way you were thinking and you needed to get over yourself. 

he’s just a useless flirt, you say to yourself. there's no need to get all mushy over his actions, no matter how special they make you feel.

“i’ll go” you finish, as you see a small smile appear on iwaizumi’s face before he runs out into the hallway to kick both Oikawa’s and hanamaki’s asses. 

--

After practice you find yourself standing embarrassingly in front of the girls’ clubroom as you open the door to be faced with 4 extremely tall 3rd years.

you take forever to change, they must’ve been there for long. 

“I’m sorry i made you wait” you say, rushing to lock the door but you’re followed up with a jumble of ‘it’s okay’ and ‘it’s fine’

“You take less time than oikawa” matsukawa lets out and oikawa shrugs accepting this fact. 

“Beauty takes time my friend” he explains, taking the lead as the four of you begin to make your way out of school. 

The restaurant you were eating at was about a 5 minute walk from school. It was one of those family owned small street side restaurants that made you feel like you were eating in your own kitchen. With loving grandmas, cramped tables and the smell of food sitting heavily in the air, there was no other way you’d want to spend your friday. 

Upon reaching the place you allowed yourself to fall behind, trying to avoid an awkward situation. That being, ending up having to sit next to oikawa. 

It wouldn’t be good for your heart. 

The four of you helped yourselves to a table and you stuck close iwaizumi hoping he’d somehow serve as a barrier between you and the curly haired boy. 

alas, he isn’t a mind reader. 

He was gentlemanly enough to usher you in the booth first and it had seemed like your plan had worked. You happily shuffle along as much as you could, placing your bag down at your feet. But as soon as you felt a figure bump next to you, your heart jumped at the thought of having to spend the night next to him. 

“So, what are you getting?” Oikawa asks you, chin resting on his hand as you twists his head to look at you. 

does he always have to stare at you like that? as if he finds you amusing? 

“Haven’t decided yet” you mumble out, taking the menu and lifting it up enough so that he couldn’t see your face. 

Thankfully he avoids any other conversation as the waiter comes to take your drink orders. 

you spend your time behind your menu inefficiently. Instead of pondering of what to eat, you ponder on how the hell you’re meant to calm down. Barely ten minutes had past and you were already fighting the urge to leave, you needed to get your shit together, get over yourself and enjoy this supposed celebration on your newly crowned captainship. 

In the end, you pick what you normally get, not feeling too brave to try something new. And with your appetite increasing by the minute, you wanted to know that what your ordered would satisfy your hunger. 

“Thank you for the food” the four of you call out as your order arrives. And a flurry of arms float around the table at an instant; reaching over for their meals, shuffling drinks and napkins, passing out chopsticks and snapping them open. 

You however, mostly keep to yourself; content with just sitting by the wall and eating with your elbows tucked in as to not bump into the pretty boy next to you. 

As a girl, you ate very delicately which was a sight to see amongst the rowdy boys that surround you. 

Each one of them had removed their blazers, their sleeves rolled up and their ties thrown over their shoulders to avoid falling into their ramen. You even catch that iwaizumi and matsukawa have one of their legs bent up on the chairs, allowing them to rest their elbows on their knees. 

And in your line of sight you also see oikawa’s arms. 

Now he was a tall and thin boy, typical for a volleyball player, but with someone whose serves leave bruises that last a week, you could expect him to have pretty ripped biceps. 

You could see the way his muscles flex underneath smooth tanned arms as he lifted his bowl closer to his face and the way that his folded sleeves seem to fit firmly on his shoulders and the skin peaking underneath. 

They weren’t exactly bulging but they were toned enough to have you staring long enough for oikawa to finally notice. 

His eyes flicker to the side and you quickly avert your gaze into you bowl. 

Ah shit, you inwardly scream as you feel yourself heating up. 

“What you staring at Y/N-chan?” Oikawa smirks, teasing you in a mocking tone. 

You see at the corner of your vision that the question pikes the attention of the others, their eyes on you now too. 

Was oikawa really going to make you say what you were doing out loud, in front of everyone????

“hmm?” he teases again, bowing his head a little to look into your face which was still fixated on the almost empty ramen bowl in front of you. 

You finally let your eyes turn to him, head tilting slightly so that it almost brings you nose to nose with the egotistical flirt beside you.

God you just wanted to shove that stupid grin down his throat.

 “how scrawny your arms are” you deadpan, returning to your meal, leaving oikawa’s jaw unhinging and an eruption of laughter to spurt up around you. 

“MY ARMS ARE NOT SCRAWNY!” oikawa pouts, trying to over bear the cackles from the other three boys. 

“mhmm” you hum, smiling small as to not break your stoic expression (just to up the levels of savageness) 

“Look, see for yourself,” he whines, and you find his arm being shoved into your face and you bring your head back in surprise, “feel my arm, it’s toned! see!” 

You finally let yourself laugh too, iwaizumi nearly choking on his food at oikawa’s added outburst. 

you couldn’t help but feel slightly bad, he seemed pretty riled up because of your comment, but he must surely know you’re joking right? 

You pat the boy’s arm, “no need to be upset toru” and you send him a sweet smile. 

The look of offence melts off his face in an instant as his expression turns into one of soft surprise. you wondered what you did wrong but then notice the abrupt silence. 

The whole table had their eyes on you, wide as saucers. 

“What-”

“Oh Y/N-chan” Oikawa cuts, the slight falter in his theatrics immediately disappearing, making you wonder if you had imagined it, “i know you think my arms are incredibly hot, so don’t be shy, you can caress them anytime you want”

As flustered as you are, you manage to bring your finger up to your mouth and gag, “no thanks” 

The laughter is back, and you’re extremely glad for it. 

But you did however find your anxiety coming back when later on in the evening when you hear hanamaki whisper over to matsukawa, “she called him toru” 

---

“So how’s your team going?” Iwaizumi asks you.

you nod, “we’ve got some pretty good first years” you let out. 

Gosh you hated talking about volleyball with them. You hated how you always felt so inferior and you knew they didn’t think that way at all. But with you constantly being reminded of how great the boys’ team was, it was hard not to feel jealous every time they talked about their club. You wanted to be able to show how hard your girls worked, how talented they were and that they had every right to be praised just as much as the boys were. 

You wanted to talk about your team to them too, but you didn’t want them to know how much you were struggling. 

Iwaizumi nods in response and brings his hands up behind his head, “we’ve got some pretty good first years too, some of them even made it to the starting line up” and he turns to oikawa who’s walking in pace on the otherside of you. 

“Yeah they’re pretty impressive,” oikawa says, eyes closed and palms up, “but there’s always room for improvement” 

You can’t help but agree, “yeah, there are a bunch of other teams who’ve been upping their game these past few years,” you comment, remembering how last year you had just barely lost to niyaami girls.

“Yeah,” oikawa responds, and you notice how his hands are clenched by his sides, “there are other teams who are improving far too much for my taste” 

You glance at his face from the corner of your eyes, his jaw is set and there's a determined look in his eyes. You’re wondering who exactly he’s talking about.

But your attention is dragged from your thoughts as iwaizumi begins to stray from your side.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow-”

You soon realise he’s moving to walk down the road you're passing but he stops and scrunches his eyebrows. 

You’re confused as to why he’s so perplexed but notice how he’s not staring at you, but oikawa. He slowly raises his eyebrow as he turns to face you and stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

you have a feeling a message is sent to oikawa with his eyes and you turn to the tall boy next to you to see the lingering motions of him jutting his chin forward. 

“See you guys later” he calls, finally turning around and flashing you a smile as he begins to walk down his road. 

The two of you watch him for a bit before oikawa starts to move again, “it looks like i’m walking you home then, come on” 

that's it? no teasing, no flirting, just him being nice?

The two of you walk in silence. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, more like you’d both come to the acceptation that there was nothing that you could talk about. 

And shortly, you begin to realise that he has no idea where he’s going. 

With his longer legs, his pace is a bit faster than yours and you can’t help but notice how he was constantly having to intermittently slow down just so you wouldn’t be left behind.  

You note that how every time you reach a corner, there's a slight pause in his step, his feet staying stationary as he waits for you, watching out of the corner of his eyes for you to either walk past or turn. It’s kind of endearing how he wants to take the lead but refuses to ask for directions. 

“Congratulations” he says suddenly and you’re lost for a reply.

“What for?” 

“Becoming captain of course” he says as if it was plainly obvious, with the slight upturn in his voice which was so characteristic of him.  

You feel a slight smile make its way onto your face, “thank you, you too” 

You hear him hum contently as the two of you fall into silence again. Was that an attempt at igniting a conversation? and you just put it out in a flash. 

whoops. 

The small smile naturally begins to disappear as you find yourself contemplating on the fact you were now captain. A whole team to carry on your shoulders, you thought. and how was that going so far?

Deep down you felt as if you didn’t deserve to be captain, you had no intention of carrying on with volleyball after high school. it felt wrong that such an honourable position had been bestowed upon you. 

“You’re frowning” Oikawa states and you look up towards him.

“What?”

He smiles but its lopsided as if he’s struggling, “is there something bothering you?” 

How is he so observant? not just on the court but in ordinary situations like this too. He was so good at what he did, you felt more complied to be envious of him than to praise him. And the fact that his praises were making their way to your ears almost every day by his adoring fans caused you to lean towards the prior more.

This guy could read you like an open book and it made you feel so exposed. 

If he read you, would he soon realise it’s him at the core of all your worries? 

You spot how he’s fiddling with the strap of his bag, and his smile is now straining slightly- it’s awkward and more importantly, most likely fake.

You turn away to save the both of you the embarrassment and only to be relived to see a familiar set of brick wall and garden plants. 

“Oh, this is my house” you say, coming to a stop and fixating your gaze on oikawa. 

“Ah, I see” he comments quietly and you can’t help but think that something’s off. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow” you call, opening the gate to your house and standing inside as your stare at oikawa who hasn’t moved yet.

One second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

“Yeah,” he says, and his face lights up that you wondered what on earth he was thinking about, “I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight Y/N” and he throws you one of his cheery smiles.

You were so relived to see him acting like the flamboyant self he was that you actually smile back at him, “ goodnight oikawa” 

You let the gate fall shut behind you, the front porch light finally sensing movement and flooding the courtyard in a sombre yellow light. 

he didn’t call you Y/N-chan, he just called you Y/N.

---

Wednesday. 

gosh you wish you could say that you nearly forgot but to be honest it was the only thing you could think about. 

It was constantly on your mind. in fact when one of your new firsts years asked you how their serve was, you were in the middle of mulling over what exactly oikawa was planning to do and blurted out ‘wednesday’ in a panic.

Luckily, she thought nothing of it, but your fellow third years did. 

And that led to a very colourful explanation on to which the two girls could only laugh at the ironicalness of the situation.

“Maybe it’s karma for you bad mouthing oikawa all the time” Ara comments and you roll your eyes at the incredulousness.

“It’s nothing. I can deal with it then i’m done” you mumble, prodding a volleyball that had rolled to you with your foot, “and i don’t badmouth him all the time” 

“sure you don’t” mitsuah joins, immediately avoiding your gaze as your glare at her. 

and the teasing didn’t stop there. When you offered to close the clubroom and let the others go home early, your vice captain and setter were making love hearts with their hands and calling out, “have fun~” over their shoulders.

It bugged you that they thought extra training with oikawa automatically meant the two of you were dating.

It would be nice though wouldn’t it?

you stop in the midst of locking the door, your hands stuck on the key and your grip around the door handle going limp. 

did you really just say that?

you didn’t even think oikawa dated. For a person who had so many fangirls to pick from he hadn’t had that many relationships. One at best you remember, you think it was an older girl you couldn’t recall. But, if he wanted to date, there was plenty of chance to. 

You shake the thoughts off, telling yourself to calm down however, when you enter gym 1, there’s a frown on your face and the words ‘useless flirt’ are swimming laps in your head. 

“Y/N-chan, you made it, i was worried you wouldn’t come” oikawa greets, his signature smile plastered on his face but he tilts his head and furrows his brows, “what’s up with you?”

You try your best to releax your features your weren’t even aware were contorted into a look of depressed confusion, “nothing”

you’re glad the boy only lets out a ‘huh” as you approach, trying your best not to look at him. 

just. a. useless. FLIRT.

“Well,” he starts, clapping his hands together, “I was wondering if your could hit some of my sets for me, would you?” he asks but you can’t help to feel like its more of a demand. 

You simply nod in response, as you watch him pull the ball trolley closer to the back line. You follow in pursuit, taking your time to examine his back. 

You can see the sweat causing his shirt to stick to his skin, and the dark patches that already seem to be drying due to the cool night air drifting through the open door. 

“So all you have to do is spike the ball, i’ll set it up for you okay?”  Oikawa says, turning around to face you once he had placed the trolley at the back.

You nod silently as he smiles and begins to make his way to the net, “oh and would you do me a favour?” he calls over his shoulder, “could you spike with your left hand?” 

hm, what a strange request. But of course you had no need to know why and not really want him to talk anymore, you kept your mouth shut. 

You only nod once again but alas, it seems like not saying anything won’t keep him from doing the same. 

“Such an obedient girl” he chuckles under his breath and you cringe at the comment, making an effort to gag and scrunch your face in distaste. 

“Shut up otherwise i’ll throw a ball at your head” you grumble, but he doesn’t make any smart remarks to your threat. 

You grab a ball from the trolley and wait for oikawa to get in position, he nods at you, his knees are bent and his eyes are focused on you. His hands are floating by his waist and suddenly you find the mood does a whole 180. 

Volleyball was something that was like second instinct. Everything else just... fades. 

He’s in the zone. 

You must say, you prefer professional oikawa to the flirty front he has on most of the time.

You throw the ball up towards him and you begin to run. 

With much difficulty actually, just because oikawa was focused, doesn’t mean you were. you had to try to keep your eyes in front of you and not on him, concentrating very hard not to trip over and fall flat on your face before you even pass the line. 

You find yourselves inching closer to the net, and your feet begin to push down into the floor and your knees unhinge, springing your body into the air. 

Out of the corner of  your eye you see the ball on its course- it’s soaring towards you but it’s slightly low. you bring your arm down just a tiny bit, not ideal for hitting hard but your palm makes contact with the ball either way and sends it into the floor of the other side. 

Your feet land again and as you stand up straight you turn to oikawa , “you lowered the net” 

“Well of course,” he charms, but his face doesn’t hold the same amused smile. you realise that he’s being genuinely confused as to why your asking what seems like an obvious question, “I wouldn’t have you not spiking at 100%, what’s the use of a net that’s too high?”  

You smile at him, surprised at the small act of kindness. You don’t know why but you still can’t get over the fact that this guy is actually nice. 

“That ball was a little low wasn’t it?” he continues, and you nod in response. 

“I’ll do it higher this time but that was still a very good spike” he smiles cheerfully and with that repositions himself and you do the same, heading back to the end of the court.

You did the same thing, threw the ball up, ran, jumped and spiked. 

The first ball was too low, the second was slightly too high. 

But the third was perfect. 

and so was the fourth, the fifth, the sixth-

“you’re honestly incredible” you let slip, after hitting the seventh perfect set in a row. 

The minute it slipped out of your mouth, you regretted it. He obviously knew that, he must've had half the school telling him but when you turn to see the shy blush painted across his cheeks, you find yourself shocked more than anything else. 

“Thanks” he says and you scrunch your eyes in confusion. 

“You act as if you don’t know that” you blurt, not knowing why you chose to say this thought out loud. 

Oikawa turns to look at you and brings his hand to rub the back of his neck, “well- people tell me all the time but i can’t help but feel it’s not genuine. Don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful that they say these nice things to me but- coming from you, well- you’re a great player and a good captain too, so that means a lot to me” 

you feel your scrunched eyebrows relaxing and you suddenly feel bad. 

Who knew that Toru Oikawa was so insecure? 

“Hey,” you began, not knowing what the hell you were doing but- it was too late to turn back now. 

You barely knew this boy and comforting him felt so strange and unfamiliar. did you really have a place to tell oikawa that he should be happy he’s lucky to be so gifted with such skills and be acknowledged for it?

But the look he was giving you completely caught you off guard. there was no flirtiness, no cheekiness and no smug smile hat made you feel like he found you amusing. He was looking up at you through his eyelashes, eyes wide and soft like a lost puppy; face relaxed from any arrogant expression and one that made him look ever so vunerable. 

“I don’t know if you know but you’re one of the best players in miyagi. I don’t really know how you do in volleyball since we barely know each other, but people don’t talk about you for no reason, you know?” you finished meekly, starting to feel a little bit embarrassed at your lame excuse for a pep talk. 

“All I’m saying is, that I think you're an amazing player and that you should give yourself more credit” 

You then began to turn around, trying to brush off the fact that you had just complimented him ; you expected a snarky remark or some sort of teasing but by the time you had reached the back line all you received was 

oikawa x reader

-> synopsis :  you didn't really want to be on seijoh girls volleyball team, let alone become captain. But as a good hearted and dedicated student, you accept the responsibilities that come with the role, especially when it comes to dealing with the boys’ team captain.

“They said what?” you said through gritted teeth feeling the anger rising up within you before you could even comprehend what on earth was being revealed to you. 

“They uhh-” Mitsuah (seijoh girls’ official setter) paused for a moment, wringing her fingers in her hands and trying her best to not make eye contact with you, “they said that practice would prevent them from being able to watch oikawa at his practices, since you know, we have our practices at the same time...”

You closed your eyes to contain the indescribable fury you felt at that moment, What kind of fuckery is this? 

Ever since you had joined aoba johsai, you always found that despite being a powerhouse school for volleyball, the girls team was extremely under looked. 

Sure, you had quickly gotten over the fact that maybe the boys’ team got a bigger crowd since their matches seemed to be more intense and they had three times the amount of members than your club had and they seemed to be glorified way more than your team did but-

you didn’t need an overwhelming crowd of supporters to do well and you knew that. 

But this. 

This was your breaking point. 

Not only did you have to hear about oikawa this, oikawa that amongst the girls in your school every other second, but now he was actually causing your already small ragtag team to decrease even more? 

You hated him, and you hadn’t even had a proper conversation with the guy.

Stupid oikawa with his genius setter skills, tactical mind, amazing game intuition, killer serve, killer smile, pretty face, long sexy legs- 

Uhm, what?

You couldn’t help it, he was the looker but you thought he abused his gorgeous powers to wrap around as many girls as he could around his finger. 

“Well,” you said, surprising calm, shocking both your fellow third years, “we’ll be getting new recruits anyways. did you manage to get the forms from the first years?” 

“Uhm-” your vice captain Ara faltered, taking out the papers she had hidden behind her back. 

Her eyes glanced nervously towards them before handing them to you with a shaky hand, “here they are”

“THERE’S ONLY TWO?” 

The two girls in front of you winced. 

“hey, at least we have recruits-” Mitsuah tried, but you weren’t finished screaming yet.

“THAT’S BARELY ENOUGH FOR A TEAM”

“plus a libero” Ara offered but your screaming continued.

“I THOUGHT MORE FIRST YEARS SHOWED UP TO THE PEP RALLY, WHERE THE HELL ARE THEIR APPLICATIONS?”

You turned back to the girls who were eyeing each other wearily, there was something they didn’t want to tell you, and it was probably for the best unless they wanted you to go kill a man. 

“Y/N, promise not to scream again?” Mitsuah asked and you gave a curt nod. 

It was your first day of being captain, half your team quit and you only get two new members. There couldn’t possibly be anything else to worsen your mood, could there?

“They weren’t at sign up because they were all at the boy’s volleyball practice-”

*que screaming

-------

It’s your last first day of high school and how do you spend it? pumping air into volleyballs all by yourself. 

Of course your friends offered to help but you sent them home with the excuse that they would be the ones playing with the two new first years in the practice match tomorrow. 

you sighed, your club didn’t even own a ball pump and you had to ask iwaizumi if you could borrow the boys’ one. 

you looked at the clock, 7pm already?

You made your way to gym 1, expecting it to be locked since it had been 2 hours since people had gone home, but on approaching you saw that the lights were still on and the door was left open. 

You peeked your head in just to see a ball fly across the court. 

It travelled through the air with such wind breaking speed that you almost thought that you had imagined it, but your eyes soon landed on figure moving at the end of the court. 

His head was focused on the net and even from where you stood you could see the sweat dripping from his chin. His curled hair stuck to the edges of his face as he reached into the trolley for another ball. 

You could tell that he’d been here practicing non-stop, with the amount of balls that were scattered at the opposite end of the gym and the sheer amount of sweat he was drenched in, it was plainly obvious. 

You had to give it to Oikawa, he was a hard worker. 

As he lifted his hand to strike the ball again, his eyes landed on you. 

your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, well if it isn’t Y/N-chan” he commented, a cheerful smile sliding onto his face.

“Don’t call me that” You say almost reflexively, scared that you had sounded too harsh for someone who you barely knew and was just greeting you.

But it didn’t seem to affect him as he retained amused, his smile never faltering “Well can’t I be friendly with a fellow captain?” he joked, tucking the ball in his hand under his arm, “So what brings you here?” 

You pointed to the ball pump in your hand. 

“Ah, yes, i recall Iwa-chan mentioning you borrowing it, you can put it in there” he said, nodding at the store cupboard.

you gave him a small nod back and made your way to your destination, you couldn’t help but feel his eyes following you as you did and it made you uncomfortable.

After successfully entering the room and locating an empty space on the shelf to which you assumed the pump belonged to, you made your way back into the gym.

Oikawa stood at the edge of the court, right hand out, balancing the ball and his left hand supporting it gently. He began to run, his pace increasing each second and he jumped with such poise and grace that it almost looks like he was dancing. You watched as his back arched in mid air and his hand came up behind to slam the ball over the net and land with such force that it came back up from the ground and ricocheted off the wall. 

you couldn’t help but stand and stare. 

There was a reason why he was called one of the best players in the miyagi prefecture. 

“Hm, impressed?” oikawa mused, placing his hands on his hips.

You nodded, “it was impressive” hating that you were actually increasing this guys ego even higher. 

“Well, my personal motto is ‘if your going to hit it then hit it till it breaks’” he said taking another ball from the trolley and spinning it on his finger.

He must be joking right? i mean, who the hell has a personal motto? 

then suddenly, in the midst of thinking whether this guy was a total wettie or incredibly egotistical, an idea popped into you head. 

“Do you think i could try receiving one of your serves?” you asked, before you lost the nerve to. 

You saw oikawa’s eyebrow quirk up as he caught the spinning ball on his finger and held it in both hands, “Are you sure?” 

You nodded calmly but in you mind you were cursing him for under estimating you.

Oikawa shifted his weight to his right foot as he brought one of his hands up into a half shrug “you know I did say that my motto was “hit it till it-’”

“breaks- i know, and if my arm breaks, it breaks” you finished, leaving oikawa at a loss of words. 

He narrowed his eyes at you and for a second he looked- confused? intrigued? you didn’t know but the sudden loss of his signature grin made you feel like you were being...judged. 

“Well,” he began, composing himself, his cheerful smile returning again, “if you end up getting hurt, feel free to run into my arms and cry your heart out. i’ll make sure to kiss all your injuries away” and he finished off his comment by sending you a wink. 

Was it possible to feel annoyed, shocked and flustered at the same time? 

he began to walk back to the edge of the court and you took this as a signal that you too, should take your position in the centre of the other. 

You realised how much taller the boys’ net was, but would that give you a problem? nope. 

“Okay, ready?” Oikawa shouted and you took your stance.

Knees bent, arms stretched out and eyes on the ball. 

You didn’t see him hit the ball but you heard the echoing collision of his hand on the ball and before you knew it, it was flying straight towards you. 

Such accuracy, you thought as you dropped your torso and braced for impact. 

you felt the ball slam into your arms, leaving a stinging pain, jesus what is he a? machine? you brought your whole body up, pushing with your legs as the ball returned into the air, a perfect receive straight to the setter position. 

Across the court you caught the awe in oikawas face at the fact that you had actually managed to receive the ball. You couldn't help but feel smug. 

But you had no time to dwell because by the time you had stood up straight the ball was already curving down towards the ground. 

you began to sprint towards the net, trying to ignore the slight pain in your arms as you pushed yourself off the floor, your hand coming up to spike. 

Your head barely passed the top of the net as you jumped but you were able to slam the ball down onto the other side of the court.

When your feet made contact with the ground you heard a soft, “huh” from your fellow captain. 

“Well, colour me impress” Oikawa spoke, crossing his arms and looking you up and down with is tongue poking at the side of his mouth. 

You broke eye contact and began walking back to other side of the court. The way he stared at you made you feel like prey, stupid predatorial pretty boy.

“Can you send another one? and this time can you try to block it?” you said over your shoulder trying to cut him back down to size. 

“Sure thing, maybe this time i won't go easy on you” he chuckled.

You were thinking that. maybe he had perhaps been a bit kinder with his serve, but it still hurt like a bitch, might as well see what his full power could do. 

You fought the urge to rub at your arms as you took your position at the end of the court. 

You managed to actually receive the ball first try and not make a fool of yourself which you were incredibly thankful for. if not, you couldn’t imagine the amount of mocking and embarrassment you would have had to endure from oikawa. try not to fail again. 

this time the ball wasn’t aimed straight at you, it curved slightly causing you to slide to the right ( cha cha now y’all ) and drop to the ground. this time your right arm got more of the blow and you physically had to resist shouting out an ‘ow’ 

‘hit it till it breaks’ huh? he wasn’t kidding. 

immediately after the ball had went into the air, both you and oikawa had started your runs towards the net; you weren’t going to let this boy beat you.

Passing the line, you pushed your self up in the air again, eyes on the ball and ready to make impact. Due to the slight curve in the receive, it had less momentum which played to your advantage, now giving you time to think since there was now an obstacle in you way

oikawa had also pushed himself up, his arms stretched above his head, and his eyes strained on you with a smirk on his face. 

He was much taller than you were, at full height of your jump, you only came up to his chin whilst he towered above the net. He stood slightly to the right, exactly in front of your right hand that was prepared to spike- he had you cornered.

at least he thought.

Swiftly, your left hand came up as your right hand lowered and in that split second your saw oikawas smug face falter. 

You slammed the ball to the left, its path completely unblocked, sending it to the left where it bounced off the floor only a millisecond later. 

The two of you landed- silence. 

Oikawas head had snapped behind him, watching the ball roll off to the side. His head then twisted towards you, a look of surprised astonishment painted across his face. 

you raised your eyebrow at him and sent him a smile. 

the brown haired boy swallowed then stood up straight, looked you up and down then placed his hands on his hips, “you’re not what i expected Y/N ” he said softly. 

Because of the net between you, you hadn’t realised exactly how close the two of your were standing. It was only when you felt his breath brush your face did you decided to step back to save yourself from combusting.  

Although you couldn’t help but think of how handsome he looked up close. 

And how his eyes never left yours. 

It was your turn to swallow, turning around and making your way towards the door- you needed to leave immediately before he could say another thing that would make your heart palpitate, “i should go now, and you should too it’s getting late” you rushed out.

You reached the door and turned around, giving him a small bow, “thank you for the ball pump and the serves...” you awkwardly finished, sending him one last cringing smile. 

“It was my pleasure, Y/N-chan” he called out giving you a sending wave. 

you rolled your eyes and began to head out but paused before you left.

“Oh and, Toru-kun?” you called, a grin spreading across your face as you caught the boy freezing in his spot and staring at you with surprised eyes, “don’t underestimate me next time, okay?” you finished sweetly, sending him your own wink over your shoulder. 

When you were a good distance from the gym you allowed yourself to congratulate yourself on your boldness, that ought to put that egotistical maniac in his place. 

----

“Y/N-chan!” you hear someone call out behind you.

you walk faster. 

But it doesn’t help that a group of girls had stopped right outside your classroom.

“Y/N-chan!” 

You almost break into a run.

“Hey,” oikawa said, coming up next to you. It seemed like he had jogged to catch up and was readjusting his bag strap on his shoulder. 

You stop walking and he stands in front of you, “yes?”

“Well good morning to you too” he jokes, sending you a smile. 

“good morning” you mumble out. You shifted your gaze to see behind him, the girls were definitely watching now. 

“Was there something you needed?” you asked politely, eyes returning back to the tall boy in front of you,  wanting him to just go away and save you the embarrassment and the future interrogation that you knew you were in for. 

“Yes,” he said, looking down at you, “can i see your arms?” 

“What?” you sputtered out.

His smile lessened a little and his tone lost some of his cheeriness, “your arms, show them to me” 

You pursed your lips, you knew what he was asking for, but why? 

You slowly brought up both of your sleeves and held your arms out to him, you watched as his eyes widened and his face contorted into slight distaste.

both of the insides of your forearms were painted a brilliant shade of blue, a little more darker on the right than the left but they were both equally an eye sore. They’d appeared that morning and you realised that Oikawa’s serves were no joke. 

“Oh god, does it hurt?” he asked, taking your right wrist and pulling your arm closer to him. 

“Not much” you said casually.

“I’m so sorry Y/N I should've-”

“don't say sorry” you interrupted, your arm going slack in his hand, “i asked you if i could receive your serve, it’s not your fault so you shouldn’t feel guilty-”

“But that doesn’t stop me from feeling bad, does it?”  he said sternly, his face complete devoid of any playfulness and no longer baring his signature grin. 

You stared at him in stubbornness, not choosing to back down and act like a helpless damsel, but you couldn’t help but be touched at the fact that he cared. 

“i knew this would happen,” he let out, reaching in his bag and revealing a white pack of cooling pads.

Your heart began to warm at the thoughtfulness, maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

Or he had ulterior motives but he's innocent until proven guilty. 

You felt him lift your arm up and you blushed at the fact that he was still holding on to it during your little staring contest. He took one of the gel pads from the packet and brought it up to his mouth with his left hand. He then proceeded to bite down on the edge and pull his hand away, ripping the pack open. 

Oh, that was kind of hot. 

He then carefully placed the edge of the pad on the tip of your bruise, and once it was securely in place, he gently pressed on the rest as to not hurt you. 

You gulped, “I can do the next one by myself” 

“Oh don’t be silly,” he chuckled and he continued to do your other arm. 

As nurse oikawa tended your wounds you let your eyes rest on his face, gosh he looked so much more likeable without that god damn smirk (tbh he looks likeable with any face he makes) . This close, you could smell his perfume, with no doubt it smelt expensive, the scent lingering in your senses even if you turned away. You wish you could, you hoped terribly that you weren’t a messy shade of red and that oikawa couldn’t feel your racing pulse as he held your wrist. 

Once he was done, he let your arm go, allowing you to pull down your sleeves. 

“Thank you so much,” you started, “you really didn’t have to do that” you added again, can’t helping to let your eyes glance behind him where the group of girls where watching.

“It’s alright, i’m just looking out for a fellow captain, it’s what im meant to do right?” he smiled, the cheekiness creeping back into his voice.

you looked up to his eyes which were crinkled slightly due to his smile. You sent him your own one but felt your cheeks heating up so used the act of looking into you bag to turn away. 

“So how much?” you questioned, taking your purse out of your bag.

“What? no- there’s no need to pay me” he rushed, waving his hands out in front of him.

“What? I can’t let you just spend money on me like that, I’ll feel bad. now how much was it?” you defended, unzipping your purse and shuffling for a note.

“Nope, I won’t accept your money” he stated, taking your purse from you, zipping it up and dropping it back in your bag, “but if you want to return the favour in some other way...”

You face scrunched up in disgust, “you absolute-”

“Calm down Y/N-chan, not like that. unless you wanted-”

“Fine, what is it?” you interrupted, already getting annoyed by the smirk that was appearing on his face. 

“Practice with me some time” he said simply, his hands placing themselves on his hips as he leaned back.

you looked at his face, he wasn’t joking. although it sounded like such a plain request. Didn’t he have his own team mates to practice with? 

“When?” 

“Wednesday”

you nodded, “okay”. In other circumstances you wouldn’t have agreed so quickly but if this was the only way you could repay him back, you were willing. And besides, practice with oikawa might be beneficial, the only question is how long are you going to be able to put up with his antics?

“Excellent, so we have a deal then?” he said, offering you his hand. 

You looked down at it before taking it, “deal”

His hands were much bigger than your own but were holding yours with such gentleness that you couldn’t imagine that it was this hand that caused the bruises on your arms. 

you retracted your arms as you began to walk pass him, “thanks again, I’ll uhm, see you later” your head still turned to him as you walked away.

“See you around Y/N-chan” he cheered and began to head in the other way. 

You rolled your eyes at nickname and finally tore away from your eye contact as you heard him chuckle behind you. 

-----

“Since when were you and oikawa friends?” 

“What did you talk about?”

“I didn’t know you two knew each other” 

With much difficulty you had finally made it to your seat, the group of girls in your class who had watched pretty much the whole of your interaction with the volleyball captain had immediately surrounded you and bombarded you with questions as soon as you stepped foot in the classroom. 

“He was just asking about volleyball things, we’re not friends” you lied, trying your best to set your things out, the girls still gathered around your table. 

“You’re so lucky, you got to talk to him by yourself for a whole three minutes! I only get to talk to him with a bunch of other girls...” one of the girls whined, the others nodding eagerly in agreement. 

Well they believed that easily. 

“Maybe we should join the volleyball club so that we’ll be able to see more of oikawa”  another girls said. 

you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed at this comment, now people wanted to join your club just for oikawa? 

but on the other hand you did need more members. 

“I mean, we’re always looking for new members” you let out, evaluating the girl in front of you, she was tall and you knew her to be a fast runner so maybe a wing spiker? 

“but then again i hate moving so it wouldn’t work. Sorry Y/N” she concluded, sending you an awkward smile. 

You waved it off, “it’s fine” 

“So what was he like?” another girl questioned, looking at you with anticipation.

You considered to tell them how much of an arrogant narcissist he was but seeing as you were not really in the mood to crush these girls dreams, you let out a “he’s nice”.

From the side, you heard a scoff. 

“Oh of course he is! he’s like, the perfect man” one of the girls stated and the others gave out a chorus of agreement as they made their ways back to their seats. 

“Nice my ass” 

Your eyes snapped to Iwaizumi who was leaned back in his chair, arms cross and looking at you with an expression of disbelief mixed with amusement. 

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “i didn’t want to break it to them”

He let out a chuckle, “so what did shittykawa want with you then?” 

you sighed, ready to explain your story, “when i went to return the ball pump he was there practicing his serves-”

“That idiot, I told him to go home” Iwaizumi snarled.

“Yeah, well he was there” you continued, “and i asked to receive one of them”

This statement caused iwaizumi to sit up straight and look at your with surprise, “and did you?” 

“Of course I did,” you said proudly, “on first try” 

“Wow” iwaizumi said simply, “how’d he react to that?” 

“shocked” you laughed, “then i asked if i could receive another one and if he could try blocking it when i spiked. He thought he had me cornered but i spiked it with my left hand and it went straight past him. You should've seen the look on his face” you smiled upon the memory. Extreme pride rising up in your chest at the fact you had outsmarted one of miyagi’s best players. 

“yeah he must’ve gone home crying thinking such a small girl defeated him, did he?” Iwaizumi snickered and you shrugged. 

“Anyways, this morning he came up to me and asked to see my arms” 

“Your arms?” 

“yeah, they were bruised like hell” you explained, lifting up your sleeves, “he knew that his serves would’ve done some damage so he bought me cooling pads” 

at this point iwa’s face turned stunned and you couldn't help but blush at the memory of oikawa holding your wrist carefully, ripping open the cooling pad and even just thinking of buying the pack for you. 

“are you sure that was oikawa?” he asked. 

You nodded, “im pretty sure” 

“hmm,” Iwaizumi pondered, “he’s a pain in the ass half the time but that was pretty nice of him” 

“Yeah,” you responded, starting to think more on the sudden kindness “it was” 

You looked over at the boy and you were shocked to find him staring at you with squinted eyes and his chin rested in his hand. 

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing” he stated, returning to leaning back in his chair as the teacher began to call the register. 

You too tried to turned you attention to the front but all you could think about was iwaizumi’s surprise at oikawas actions towards you. 

“Just looking out for a fellow captain”

or could it be...?

you mentally slapped yourself, thinking about how ridiculous that conclusion would be.

besides, he's just a useless flirt right? 

-is what you tried to tell yourself. but you just couldn’t stop gushing over how he stared at you, how close the two of you stood, how gently he held you. 

so throughout the lesson you had the same words repeating over in your head to try to get yourself to snap out of it.

Pairing : Percy jackson x demigod!reader

summary : The daughter of destiny- literally, along with inevitability, compulsion and necessity. Being the child of a primordial goddess doesn’t really assure you a quiet, calm life but when you return to new york after five years of being shipped off to boarding school, your once mundane life says goodbye.

A/N thank you all for all the lovely support and messages, they honestly make my day uwu. Also! i’m so sorry for keeping you waiting but im giving myself a break from school work so here you go!

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Normally percy would hate sleeping. As much as he needed it - which he found was very often these days, the nightmares were nothing to look forward to. 

However these day, percy found a little enjoyment in them. 

Sometimes he’d dream of kronos and his army, luke’s golden eyes, camp half blood but now he saw dreams of you. 

It had been a few months since he’d seen you, since he kissed you- percy always relived the moment, snapping back to reality to find himself smiling like an idiot and flushing red, but his dreams were the only way he could see you. 

Undoubtedly, Percy tried to iris message you, but to no avail, you’d never be reached or the line would go black every time it went through. 

That worried him. 

He’d brought it up to chiron the first time it happened, but chiron suggested that you were probably cutting the line of yourself- if luke had somehow got to interfere with the iris messages he’d figure out what you were doing. 

Sometimes when percy made visits to camp he’d see new faces along with hearing about the heroic journeys the children had taken to get to camp along your side. 

“She was so cool!” one of the kids who percy had asked about their arrival (obviously wanting to hear about you), “She fought off this army of half dog half seal men with just waving her hands!” 

You had acquired a new nickname, ‘the guardian angel’ seeming the way you delivered demigod kids safely to camp so stealthily that they wouldn’t even had known it until the children popped up on half blood hill. Then you were gone without a trace again, off to find other demigods. It sometimes pained percy that you were frequently within reachable bounds to camp but he never got to see even a glimpse of you. 

There were also rumours, which were most definitely true, about how luke’s ranks were decreasing in number- random disappearances, as nico di angelo had described them as, of your doing. 

“I sensed her presence when i was in the forests of new jersey,” nico explained to the counsellors during one of their meetings, “along with about 2 dozen  laistrygonian giants and by the time that i got there-” he clicked his fingers and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion “they were both gone” 

Gosh somehow it made percy feel bad that all he could do was sit back and wait whilst you were out there surviving on your own and fighting monsters and saving children. 

What a hero he was. 

Yes, he was fated to fight with the titan lord but right now, he was busy fighting his math homework.

Percy stared dejectedly at his unfinished work, gods he missed you. 

The way you’d laugh when he did something stupid, the way you smelt like magnolias, the way you would place your hands on his to comfort him and the way you seemed like nothing bothered you and how you say everything would always turn out right.

Percy definitely needed to be told that right now. 

------

Whenever percy felt like he was done for, he’d think about you. Even if he did just see one of his friends sacrifice his life, had an arrow shot through his leg and was falling 20 feet towards a huge mass of water- he was able to keep himself just that little bit more hopeful by just thinking about you.

I need to see her again, Percy thought as he his collided with the water. 

He blacked out and was immediately pulled into a dream. 

He found himself on top of Mount Othrys in a greek pavilion of black marble that seemed to blend in with the shadows. Through the darkness he was able to make out two giant figures : one seemed to glow against the black walls of the building and the other seemed to melt into them. 

“Quite an explosion” one remarked.

“it doesn’t matter, our army shall rise again to destroy the gods” the other snided. 

“hm, quite so,” the other agreed calmly, “but the demigods are becoming more, diligent. First the disappearances of our troops and now the explosion, right in front of kronos’ nose, ha”

Percy’s heart dropped, he knew what was causing those disappearances- it was you. What if they find out it was you? what would they do? would they try and track you down? kidnap you?-

“This would have not happened if you would let me fight!” a voice shouted and percy realised that there were in fact three giants there, crouched below in the centre of the room under what percy thought to be a statue was the titan atlas. 

he struggled under the weight of the sky, a swirling funnel cloud, but still managed to strain his voice to argue, “let me out! take my place!”  

But before Percy could watch any further his dream shifted. The voices became quiet- they were distant, he was no longer standing in the greek pavilion but about 20 feet away, standing behind one of the supporting columns and beside nico di angelo.

The boy faced him, “You see percy, we’re running out of time, do you really think we can win without my plan?” 

The fact that nico had seen him shocked percy enough but his message was more than enough to shake percy to try and wake himself up from his dream. 

But the image began to fade and he found himself off of mount Othyrs and in a more flattened out land.

At first he thought he was in the forests of long island but he noticed the trees here were thicker, Their branches coming down lower than the ones around camp and the air was more chilly. This was not New York. 

Percy tried to take in his surrounds then caught his breath. 

There standing behind a large oak tree was a petite girl with her long hair flowing down her back, wearing an army jacket and black ripped jeans and holding out two long drakon bone swords. 

You looked distressed. Your face was pulled into a slight scowl as you peered around the tree and into the forest behind you. Percy knew you were in some sort of trouble but he couldn’t help but smile.

But the smile quickly disappeared when an arrow shot out of nowhere and embedded itself in the oak tree you were standing behind. 

You broke out into a run and percy followed in suit. 

Unknowingly, percy reached into his pocket and pulled out riptide, his first instinct was to fight whatever wanted to hurt you but he quickly realised that there wasn’t much he could do so could only keep up pace beside you. 

Most dreams you were in seemed heavenly to percy, but this was a nightmare. 

Seeing you need his help but not being able to do anything killed percy. Of course he had no doubt that you could handle anything by yourself, but then again, you wouldn’t be running away if you could. 

Despite not actually running percy found that he was becoming short of breath, you were an awfully fast runner.

“Percy you’ve done so well, but I think it’s time you woke up”

Percy’s head snapped towards you. you were staring right at him.

You glanced away momentarily to keep track of where you were going before placing your gaze on him again, “I miss you” 

Percy was at a lost for words. Months he’s spent trying to contact you, dreamt of you, trying to reach out to you and now, when time was limited, you had answered him and not only that, you were telling him to go away. 

“Y/N-” but the scene began to fade and percy panicked, why of all times he had to start waking up now?

He felt himself began to slip into consciousness but he stubbornly did his best to try to go back to sleep. 

but alas, your soft smile disappeared along with the dream as percy’s eyes shot open. 

----

Percy didn’t think things would go so downhill. If anyone told him that the highlight of his week would be a midnight panic with a goddess, the son of hades and a hell hound, he’d pretty much expect it. 

As he sat down by the magical fire, he got some time to think. 

After being told that he’d end up dying either way and committing to a plan that would probably speed up the process, he was pretty miserable.

“things will only turn out that way if you think they will” 

Your voice echoed in percy’s head, it had become a sort of habit every time he found himself thinking negatively.

Yeah but it’s in the prophecy princess, i die no matter how positively I think. 

Then a sudden pain stabbed percy in the heart, If he didn’t survive nico’s plan he wasn’t going to see you again. 

He was hoping some how you’d turn up in the next few days, (after nico assured him that you in fact were still alive and he had not felt your death- but that only gave percy temporary relief) He knew there just had to be a way he would see you before his destined fight, you were the daughter of fate after all- maybe you had to like... force great prophecies like this...? it was ridiculous but thoughts like this made percy hopeful.

“you are distressed” Hesita commented and percy was worried that she could read his thoughts. 

“the time will come and you will know what the right decision is” the goddess said vaguely

“Uh, thanks” Percy nodded, not knowing what else to say and the goddess return to attending the hearth, why couldn’t gods ever speak plain english?

----

Percy had been to the underworld when he was 12. It was a long, tiring trip that took them to los Angeles and had nearly killed him bout 7 times. And only now did he find out about an entrance to hell which was literally 20 minutes away from his house- brilliant. 

the stairs to hell were exactly how percy imagined them, dark, slippery and narrow. The only way he could actually see was by the light of his sword and the fact that mrs o’leary bounding down the stairs noisily reassured him that the stairs didn't end in a great drop to an endless pit to Tartarus. 

Nico lagged behind, a look of doubt evident of his face. 

“You alright?” percy dared to ask, hoping the boy wouldn't become defensive at the question.

Nico nodded, but opened his mouth to say something, “i saw her you know” 

Percy stopped, saw who? he thought for a quick second then immediately knew nico meant you. 

By this point nico had caught up with percy and stood just two steps behind him, “ She- when we first met she offered me the keys to her apartment”

“She what?” Percy interrupted, too surprised not to. he knew that you owned an apartment in Queens- a gift from your father for when you stayed in New York, and he knew that whatever you and nico had talked about had stayed between the two of you, but this? Why didn’t he get keys to your apartment?  

Nico turned away to avoid eye contact, percy realised he must have been staring at him hard and tried to change his expression 

“She told me that i could stay there anytime if i needed it. I wasn’t going to step near that place at all. But one night i got into an argument with my father and had nowhere else to go...”

Nico trailed off and percy was worried that he was beginning to back track on himself and regret ever saying anything to Percy, but thankfully after a deep inhale of breath, he continued. 

“I was only planning to stay there for a few hours, but it just so happened she was there too. She was asleep but it seemed like she was having a bad dream. kept murmuring things-”

Nico shuddered, “I woke her up in the end and asked her about it but she shook it off. Moved the subject onto the fact that i had actually taken up her offer and decided to make me dinner. What she said though- it, it seemed important”

“What did she say?” percy asked, if nico was scared then he knew this was serious. 

“Something about to storm or fire the world must fall” 

Percy looked up at nico’s face, he seemed as disturbed as he was back at mrs castellan’s house. Panic rose up within percy.

“It’s probably nothing though” nico shrugged but percy could tell that he didn’t mean it at all, but despite that nico walked past percy and continued down the stairs, “we should hurry up, we’re losing valuable time”

Percy had no other option but to follow and wonder, why did nico chose to bring this up now?

.....

“Percy!”

before he was fully awake, percy had reached out and pinned nico to the floor with his sword pressed against his neck. 

“we-have-to-get-out-of-here” nico struggled.

“Oh yeah? and why should i trust you?” percy growled, pressing down harder.

“No-other-choice?”

Percy rolled his eyes, he really did have no other choice. 

He stood up as nico curled to the side and retched up for air. Percy would’ve almost felt sorry for him if he hadn’t just betrayed him to his father. 

“Does your dad want to ‘talk’ again?” Percy seethed and nico sat himself up.

“honestly percy i had no idea, he tricked me!” 

“You know what your dad is like!”

“Yeah but-” nico paused and stood up, quickly realising that there was no point in reasoning, “If we don't hurry, we’ll never get out” 

Percy nodded once and allowed nico to take the lead as they plunged into darkness. 

by the time the two of them had reached an exit via the palace kitchen, percy was half dragging, half carrying nico who spent every other minute pointing at skeleton guards or zombie servants and knocking them out before they could think about stopping the two escape. 

Problem was, nico was going to be knocked out pretty soon too. 

“Stop that” Percy said, “your power drains you too much” 

by this time nicos legs stopped working all together and percy had no choice but to swing the younger boy over his shoulder.

“With great power,” nico said drowsily, “comes great need to take a nap” 

Then the sound of a great gong echoed throughout the building. 

“Alarms” nico said drowsily from behind percy, “Mrs O’leary” 

“Right” percy said, and whistled. 

Mrs O’leary came bounding across the fields of asphodel, probably excited to be back in her own grounds, and circled percy who desperately tired to throw nico onto her back. 

“Hey, girl, think you can get us to the river styx?” Percy asked as calmly as possible, despite the sounds of a thousand skeletons footsteps coming their way.

Mrs o’leary barked in response and bounded off into the fields. 

On approaching the river bank, Percy force fed Nico some ambrosia. He was scared that he had given him too much but the boy was knocked out pretty good. But after a few shakes of his head, nico was steady enough to stand on his own two feet. 

the two boys slid off Mrs O’Leary’s back and ran towards the river.

“Percy you need to prepare yourself” nico said cautiously, causing percy’s stride to slow.

“How do I do that?” Percy asked and nico shook his head.

“You know I don’t think this is a good idea-” 

“What?! this was your plan in the first place!” 

“Yeah but-” nico seemed to struggle for words but exhaled as if he was angry and shook off his previous statement, “Think of a point on your body which will tie you back to reality and don't stop thinking about it otherwise the river will burn you to ashes, okay?” 

“You know what maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all-”

“Percy!” 

“Right right,” percy defended, inching closer towards the river.

at first when he nico had proposed the idea, percy had a long think of where the point would be. Somewhere difficult to reach during combat, maybe his armpit? but then he decided he wanted it to be somewhere more dignified. 

he hadn’t thought on the matter since then, which was pretty stupid since the decision could possibly end or save his life but as his foot touched the river he knew exactly where he wanted it. 

Percy wanted to walk cooly into the river, but as soon as the water touched his legs, his muscles went numb and he fell face flat into the water. 

Then he stopped breathing.

It was terrible, this was the first time he struggled to breath underwater and the thought terrified him. images from the past few days flashed before his eyes in the darkness, beckendorf, rachel, grover and even lukes golden eyes.

instead of resulting to panic, percy kept thinking of that point, the one point where his life would end in a single blow, thinking about how that was his connection to the living world. 

“You alright?” you said suddenly as you came to stand next to percy.

Percy jumped, he hadn’t heard you or sensed you coming up behind him, (although you were getting better at hiding you presence) and he flashed you a smile, “Yeah, just thinking” 

“About what?” you asked calmly. 

He stared at your face, it was always so stoic, as if you couldn’t care less about what he said but he knew that you genuinely cared for his happiness as much as your own. 

“You” 

Your eyes widened as you turned away but percy was able to catch that small flash of blush before you did, “shut up” 

percy laughed, a genuine laugh that came from his stomach, you were just so damn cute.

he wasn’t exactly thinking of you, so to say, he was thinking about you amongst other things such as how to kill kronos, how to become better at sword fighting, how to do question five on his trig homework. 

He faced the river again so that you would turn back towards him, which worked- of course. 

“Stop being so sad all the time will you?” you said light heartedly as you tapped percy on the small of his back, “you being sad makes me sad too just so you know, so stop it” and you began to jog past him towards the surf. 

percy struggled, trying to win the fight against the current but there was no use. He felt his arms and legs disintegrating and his soul felt like it was being ripped from his body.

he thrashed around in the coldness trying to reach for the surface and trying his best to keep thinking of his mortal point,

percy was on his last class of the day, he had set them a few drills to practice for the second half of the hour and was watching them with tired eyes. all he wanted to do was sleep. 

suddenly he felt a little poke on his back, at the bottom of his spine. 

“They’re doing well, aren't they?” 

Percy craned his neck to face you, your head tilted slightly to be able to see past his shoulders, your hands still rested just above his hips. 

“of course, i taught them” percy scoffed

“and so did i” you countered, “and just for your information, they enjoy my lessons better” 

“Who says?” percy laughed, uncrossing his arms and fully turning his body to face you.

“I do” you smiled, making percy’s knees go weak. 

Percy tried to push his way to the surface but it was no use, the more he moved, the faster he sunk. This is it, he thought, i’m going to burn alive in hell. 

“Sleeping again jackson?” 

immediately your fingers tapped the small of percy’s back and he peeled open one eye to see your figure silhouetted against the shine of the sun.

He had taken a nap on the deck, laying on his stomach, one arm under his face and the other hanging off the edge of the deck, and you were currently crouched down with a mocking smile on your face. 

“yes, and you're disturbing me” he slurred out and he turned his face to the other side.

“Oh i wouldn’t say this is distracting” you joked, “this is”

And you pushed percy into the water. 

-

Suddenly percy felt a tug at the bottom of his spine and he began to make his way to the surface. it was as if there was a bungee cord attached to the small of his back, pulling him back to the shore. he ignored the searing pain in his lungs, arms and legs and kept his focus on his mortal point. 

think of the small of your back, small of your back, small of your back...

he did his best to look up and through the darkness he could make an outline of a hand, reaching in to help him out.

“oh gods i’m so sorry, i didn’t know you’d be that off guard! now take my hand you idiot” 

percy reached out to grab your hand. 

He sputtered as air returned its way back into his lungs and he landed on the shore of the beach, but the sand felt more solid, oddly shaped, just like-

“Percy get off me! you’re heavy!” 

Percy pushed himself up and stared down at nico who was red in the face and soaking wet too, 

“S-sorry dude-” Percy stuttered, did he really just imagine nico was you?

He got to his feet then held his hand out to nico who ignored it and pushed himself up, was he really that angry that percy had squashed him?

“Uh- did it work?” Percy asked tentatively, scared that nico was more than just pissed. 

“I have no idea” nico responded, sounding surprisingly bitter, “feel different?”

“Not really” percy said slowly, but before he could apologise again for landing on nico a harsh voice shouted in the distance “THERE!”

The two boys’ head snapped to the top of the hill where about a hundred skeleton soldiers stood, weapons raised and all- eyes? they didn’t have eyes, all heads, faced towards them. 

Hades stood in his chariot, dressed in battle gear, his nightmare horses skittering on the ground as if they were eager to stampede over percy’s body, “You will not escape this time jackson, DESTROY HIM”

“father no!” nico exclaimed but a line of british red coat skeletons charged with their rifles aimed.

Mrs o’leary did not hesitate to pounce at them and that tiggered percy.

He didn’t want his dog getting hurt just because hades was being a dick, and he charged without any other thought. 

If he was going to die, he wanted to die fighting. 

Percy was reckless, but this? this was a whole other level, damn- even another building. He charged straight through their lines, slashing his sword, not even thinking about where to strike but just did. 

Bullets? didn't hit him. Swords? couldn’t cut him. Clubs? couldn’t even get an inch near him.  (Hotel? Trivago.)

He’d successfully tore his way through the ranks and pounced right over hades’ horses and grabbed the god by his collar and pinned him to the ground.

Silence. 

Percy was expecting skeletal hands to come down on him but as he looked around, there was nothing there- they were all gone.

“listen here jackson...” the god said.

“No you listen!” percy growled, “tell me about the trap!” 

but the god just snarled and melted into darkness, leaving percy’s hands closed around nothing.

“You killed them all...” nico said dazed, breaking percy out of his cursing spree.

Percy stopped and looked around him, there was nothing apart from the three of them, a bunch of bones and a variety of weapons.

“I guess it worked then” percy offered.

“Oh gee” nico said sarcastically, “you think?”

the two of them stood silent momentarily and percy stared at nico.

He’d come a long way from where he began, and percy still felt like that it was his fault that nico became so bitter. 

“You should go back to your father” percy started.

Nico looked shocked to hear this, “no, I want to fight-”

“You’ll be better off down here” Percy said, the harshness in his voice surprising even him. 

the look of hurt on nicos face made him feel guilty, “I mean, we need your father to fight on our side, you’re the only one who can convince him” percy continued, trying to sound kinder.

“You don’t trust me anymore, do you?” nico said dejectedly. 

Percy was shocked, did he trust him? 

“Work on him. I know you can do it” 

Percy couldn’t help but notice how nicos face lit up slightly after hearing him, “thanks but don't get your hopes up” 

“Okay, I’ll see you for the battle, me and Mrs O’leary will head up now” Percy said, waving over his hell hound.

“Where are you going?” nico asked, tilting his head as percy jumped on Mrs O’leary’s back.

A/N hello! so this is where I’ll have all the chapters for this mini series (so I don’t have to keep on going back to every single post when I update >w< ) and I’ll also update on here about the status of the book every now and then as I know it can be quite frustrating when a writer hasn’t updated in a while you don’t know what the hell is going to happen next so  keep coming back to check this post for updates! ( i will put the date of each updated post so you can know when things are happening ;) ) But i’d just like to thank everyone for reading and supporting this series and for all your lovely comments and messages, it really makes my day! I’m just glad I can help cure your boredom :)

Latest update : 12 June 2023

I would like to make the fattest, plumpest and juiciest apology to every single one of you who read this fanfic. The last time I made an update I was in year 12 and now I’ve just finished my second year of uni 😭. I’ve got nothing else to do so I’m picking it up again. I am very sorry because I know how frustrating it is to read something that hasn’t been updated in years and I know all I can do is to keep writing. I’ll post chapter 10 in a bit... sorry girlies xoxox

~ chapter 1 

~ chapter 2 

~ chapter 3 

~ chapter 4 

~ chapter 5 

~ chapter 6 

~ chapter 7 

~ chapter 8 

~ chapter 9