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The wind rushed in his ears. Juno was furious, overbearing; lightning cracked between his fingertips and Jason kept an eye on you. What were you doing there? With his brain clouded, he set his eyes on his step mother once more, letting the words coming from her mouth corner him like a predator to its prey.

“It’s better for them to die now, lest you take after your father.” Juno spoke sadly, turning towards you. “My dear, it’s better to die of anything than to live with a broken heart.” Jason blinked, fingers twitching. So you were there, but how did you get there?

“Wait- Wait a second. Die? I have to die so Jace doesn’t cheat on me?” You asked, laughing nervously. The wind whipped through your hair, nearly blinding you as your eyes became watery, and you stumbled. “I don’t think he’s gonna cheat on me. Maybe you’re-“

“He’s the son of Jupiter, you insolent half-breed. Sooner or later you’ll be on your knees begging Venus to fix what went awry in your relationship, and she won’t be able to help you.” Juno spat, approaching you quickly. You backed up as far as you could, nearly slipping as the heels of your shoes hit the edge of the roof.

“Hey- Get away from them-“ Jason finally speaks up, but his voice sounds foggy, too far, even to himself. He rushed towards the both of you, and his blue eyes met your own as Juno’s hand wrapped around your throat with the utmost of grace. Your eyes went wide.

“Jason- Jace-“ You started, struggling in the goddess’ hold.

“How pathetic. Calling for a man who doesn’t love you?” Juno hummed, lifting you off of your feet. You struggled violently, looking at your boyfriend helplessly.

Jason managed to grip Juno’s arm, hand like a vice as electricity pumped through his fingertips. “Let them go. What my father has done to you has nothing to do with me, or them. Don’t make me hurt you.” He spoke lowly, and Juno stared down at him, annoyance written all over her face.

“Do you really think you’d be able to harm me, Jason Grace? Your father was never able to get me to cower in fear. Neither will you.” She spat, and her movements were quick as you were flung backwards, and over the edge of the roof.

The scream that followed you as you plummeted was haunting. With only your preservation on his mind, Jason let go of his step mother, racing towards the edge of the roof and diving off, hoping to gain more speed to catch up to you.

You weren’t supposed to be there and Jason knew you weren’t supposed to be there and yet there you were anyway, plummeting towards the pavement faster than Jason could think. “Jason!” You cried out, and he thinks he felt your tears hit his face as you flailed, begging for him to catch you.

He had to catch you. Harnessing the wind around him he forced himself to plummet faster, faster. And yet it wasn’t enough, it was never enough as you were always just out of his grasp, falling just faster than he could manage. If he was just a bit faster, if he could just-

Your face changed. Below him, you started to sob, begging him to catch you. Begging him to do anything just to get to you. Jason’s heart was racing, and his entire body felt like it had been through the ringer more than enough times. Yet he pushed on because he had to catch you. There was no other option.

Jason shifted his hand, swiping at the air below you to pull you back up to him at the last second. A sickening crunch filled his ears, and his eyes widened as he watched you go limp. “No. No- no no no no no- no-“ He spoke, steadying himself as he got to the ground on his feet. “No- hey, Y/n. Hey- hey babe-“ He approached you cautiously, cradling your neck in one hand as he held you against himself. “Hey- you gotta get up. You’re okay- hey-“ He whispered quietly, tears forming in his eyes.

“Oh my god- are they okay? Did they-“ A woman looked up at the Empire State Building, a grimace on her face. “I’ll call 911- oh my god-“ She breathed, pulling out her phone and dialing the number.

She spoke into the phone, but Jason couldn’t hear her anymore. Eyes filled with tears, he could barely make out your face as your head hung dangerously in his hold. He tried feeling for a pulse, any pulse, and yet he felt nothing, no heartbeat, no pulse, no breathing. “No-“ Throat tight, Jason tensed up, holding you tighter. “No- this can’t-“ He couldn’t speak.

“We’re at the bottom of the Empire State Building- yes. Yeah, I’m not sure what’s happening but they’re not- no breathing. I don’t think he found a pulse either. I think they jumped?” The woman spoke into her phone, eyes filled with worry as she watched Jason cry into the fabric you wore. “They’re dead- oh god-“ She whispered, voice shaky.

Jason couldn’t breathe.

Sitting up and gasping for air, he clutched at the blankets covering him, knuckles white. A cold sweat made his clothes stick to his body, and his mind was foggy. Blinking slowly, he felt the mattress around him, grounding him to real life. “Fuck- okay.” He muttered, feeling around the bed.

His hands grazed your side of the bed.

The bed was empty. Unfocused blue eyes blinked quickly, shifting around the room as they looked for one thing only, mild panic settling into his bones as he couldn’t find you. Electricity danced in his fingertips, shifting from one to the other.

Haphazardly, he got out of bed, squinting as he looked for any trace of you. Jason nearly knocked his glasses off his dresser, and he practically shoved him onto his face as he got out of his room, rushing towards the next room, any room, just to-

“Jace?” He froze, and you blinked at him, cocking your head. His breaths were uneven and heavy; you rested a hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense beneath you. His mind was still clouded with sleep. “Are you okay? Here-“ You handed him the glass of water in your other hand, furrowing your eyebrows slightly. “Did ya have a bad dream?” You yawned, rubbing at one of your eyes.

A yelp escaped your lips as strong arms wrapped around your middle and he hoisted you up into his arms, grip tight and relentless. Your legs wrapped around his torso, and he grumbled something into your shoulder as he carried you back to his room, fingers trembling and shocking you slightly. “Jace, hey- what’s wrong-“

He drops you onto his bed, and the water in your cup nearly spilled everywhere had you not had half a mind to set it aside. “Jason.” You spoke, more firmly, and he blinked at you, then looked down at his hands.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, and you sighed, pulling him closer.

“What’s wrong?” You asked again, and his hands came up to cradle your face, still shaky but no longer shocking you.

“Jus’ a bad dream. Very bad. But you’re okay, and alive, and here so it’s- it’s fine.” Jason pressed chaste kisses to your lips, quick and filled with a sort of fear. It wasn’t common for him to be so affectionate, and yet here he was, practically smothering you.

“Jace-“ You hummed in-between kisses, watching as your boyfriend eased up on the affection. “Baby I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” Your hand found its way into his blond hair, and he sighed as you raked your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He didn’t want to tell you. It was just a dream, after all, there’s no need to tell you. His eyes met yours, and your pointed stare forced the words right out of his mouth. “Juno. I had a dream she threw you off of the Empire State Building, and you fell. You were crying and I couldn’t catch you. I almost had you but you-“ Jason winced, the sickening crunch playing over in his head once more.

You held his face, him, your world, in your hands. “Jason, I'm right here. I’m not going anywhere if I can help it.” You laughed softly, and watched as a small smile adorned his lips. “I’m okay. We're okay.” You breathed, and a sigh escaped his lips as he leaned forward, sending you back into his bed.

Pinned beneath him, you huffed, and he pressed kisses along your jaw before settling on top of you, burying his face in your neck. He pulled his glasses off and tossed them somewhere in the room haphazardly, before sighing and settling his hips between your legs comfortably.

His arms held you tight. “You’re like a big baby, I swear- you’re crushing me-“ You wheezed dramatically, and Jason sank further into you, crushing you against his mattress. You sputtered beneath him, and felt him smile against your skin. “Asshole- get off-“ You laughed breathily, and he shifted ever so slightly, allowing air to reach your lungs once more. You hummed in content, and he grumbled, pressing his face against your shoulder.

Jason wanted to wrap himself in your being and never let go. He wanted to drown in you, entirely, the only sounds being your soft breaths and the hammer of your heart against his ears. For a moment, he felt entirely too selfish, and he embraced it, fingers tracing beneath your shirt as you fell asleep beneath him, fingers lost in his hair.

Losing you in his dream was enough.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your collarbone, and watched you shift towards his touch. Humming softly, he closed his eyes, feeling the rise and fall of your breath beneath him.

Sometimes he wished he were the son of Kronos, able to stop the flow of time whenever he pleased.

If he could, he’d never leave.

There wasn’t a more blissful life to him than being wrapped up in your arms for all eternity.

You sit on your couch in the living room of your apartment with Namjoon beside you, wrapped up in casual conversation with one another.

“Ugh,” you groan, “honestly Namjoon, I’ve been so deprived recently that I think it’s just time I downloaded one of those hookup apps again.”

Namjoon laughs softly as you throw your head back against the couch in defeat. “What?” he chuckles, “Where did this come from all of a sudden?”

You shrug, and reply that it’s just been so long since you’ve gotten any, so you feel that it’s about time for you to hit up the dating apps. He asks why you would want to hook up with a stranger and rick being catfished, or catching something, or just having a bad hookup.

You shrug again.

“I don’t know,” you tease, “the thrill is sexy.”

“As long as you’re safe and having fun,” he sighs, “just remember what happened the last time you went on a hookup spree.”

You scoff at his response, remembering the bad experiences from last time, and lean back against the arm of the couch, your arms folded across your chest.

“Okay mister,” you huff, “when’s the last time you slept with anyone?”

Namjoon pauses for a moment in thought before he replies, his tone even and casual, “Hmmm, probably two months ago? Three months almost? Whenever our last concert in Japan was…”

He trails off for a moment, “How I do love Japan.”

“Namjoon, that was almost a six months ago!” You’re shocked, “Do you not feel deprived in the slightest?”

Namjoon laughs at your sudden piqued interest, and leans against the opposite armrest of the couch across from you and lifts his legs onto the couch to tangle with yours.

“Sometimes, yeah,” he admits, “most of the time I’m just so busy that I don’t even notice.”

You hum in understanding, nodding your head as you make sense of his reasoning. A thought springs to your mind as you lean forward and closer to him.

“Have you ever had a friends-with-benefits relationship before?” you ask, and Namjoon shakes his head. You, slightly tipsy and deprived from sexual release, raise your eyebrows suggestively.

“What if I proposed…”

“Yes?” Namjoon hums, anticipatingly knowing where this conversation is going.

“An arrangement.” you say, “We don’t have to keep thing as they are, you know.”

“As they are?” Namjoon questions.

“Platonic,” you say, “we try it out, and if it isn’t what we want then we move on, but if it does, then we change it up and you know… help each other out.”

You feel your ears and the back of your neck heat as you wait for his response.

“So we use each other for sex, but we’re just friends?” Namjoon slowly says.

“Yeah,” you say.

A moment of silence.

“Alright, I’m down.”

He reached over and tangled his fingers into the strands of your hair, leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.

“Take this off,” he nodded at your shirt.

You smiled then did as he instructed, removing your clothing, leaving your chest completely bare. He leaned over the couch, bent to kiss you and caress your chest, his thumb rubbing your nipples to hardened beads.

You moaned, breaking the kiss, “more.”

Namjoon smirked, as he fumbled with the top of your jeans, slipping them and your underwear down your body. You raise your hips to help him remove your clothing the rest of the way down your legs.

“Lay down,” he said, and you moved yourself back to the couch, laying yourself in the space beside where he sat, your knees bent to hide yourself from his gaze.

His eyes drank in the sight of your naked body. Every curve, every line, he breathed deeply.

“Damn,” he hummed.

“Stop staring,” you laughed, suddenly feeling nervous, you nudged his knee gently with your foot.

Namjoon moved to hover over you, tracing the tips of his fingers over the curve of your stomach. You shuddered, his touch leaving goosebumps over your skin.

“Hey,” you call his attention. His gaze met your own, “it’s not very fair that I’m laying here naked while you’re fully clothed. Take your shirt off.”

He shrugged, moving back to pull his shirt up over his head. Your eyes followed the faint line of his happy trail down to the strained tent of his pants. You ran your tongue over your dried lips.

“Enjoying the view?” he joked, you nodded.

He reached down, placing his hands on either knee, spreading them further to make room for himself between your thighs. His cock twitched at the sight of you spread open for him, waiting for him, inviting him in.

He paused for a moment, his eyes focused on the sweet space of your core.

He lowered his head, his lips so close to where you wanted him that you were tempted to reach down and shove your hand into his hair.

You fought back the urge as he ran his finger through your folds. Your eyes screwed shut and a gasp left your lips as he gathered your arousal on the tip of his finger.

“God,” Namjoon breathed, “you’re already wet for me.”

He pressed his fingers against your entrance.

“Wait,” you stopped him.

“No?” It took everything in him to not slip his fingers inside. You were burning up, your pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips.

“You look so beautiful,” Namjoon whispers against the skin of your thigh, ghosting his lips over your entrance. Your eyes flutter closed at his teasing, and you begin to wonder how exactly you ended up in this situation. This perfect situation with Namjoon nestled in between your legs.

You wanted him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask, and Namjoon smiles darkly, tapping the bud at the top of your folds.

“I’m sure,” he says, “do you want me to continue?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “oh god yes.”

He nuzzled the apex of your thighs, breathing in the scent of your arousal. The fact that you were this ready for him made his blood boil. He undid the zipper of his jeans, hoping to relieve some of the pressure of his arousal.

“Namjoon…” you sighed, parting your legs farther as a signal for him to continue.

He hesitated, taking in the sight of your dripping need, before lowering his mouth to your core. He took his time, kissing with long strokes of his tongue, memorizing the taste and feel of you squirming underneath him.

“I need you inside me,” you breathed, lacing your fingers through his hair.

Namjoon parted from you with a long final lick up your folds, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. He lifted his head and his gaze met your own. You sat up, your fingers finding the band of his boxers, and he didn’t argue as you slipped the fabric over his hips. He got up, kicking the rest of his clothes off of his body.

He stood in front of you, free of the confines of his clothing, you stared, taking in the sight of him bare in front of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, your tongue fighting with his. You pulled back, tasting yourself on his lips, your pupils blown wide with lust.

You stood, taking his hand as you led him back to your bedroom.

The two of you rushed to lay on your bed, “now, let’s continue.”

You flipped him over, straddling his hips as you fished out a condom from your bedside table. You stroked him, pumping him to full hardness before rolling the latex onto his stiff arousal.

He let his head roll back into the pillows as you prepped him. When you were done, you kissed him, long and hard, guiding him to your entrance.

He held back a groan as you lowered your hips, bottoming out. You paused for a few moments, breathing deeply as you got used to the stretch of Namjoon against your walls.

“Move,” he grunted, the tightness of your heat sucking him in. He grit his teeth.

Slowly, you raise your hips, then lower them equally as fast, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. You moved your hips in a steady rhythm, but it wasn’t enough for him.

He grabbed your hips, lifting and lowering you quickly as he thrust his own hips to meet yours.

You cried out, doubling over at the intensity of his thrusts. Your hands fell to his chest as you tried to steady yourself.

“Namjoon,” you call, “Namjoon! Wait a second.”

He stopped, releasing his grip on you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Switch places with me.”

It was as if a switch flipped.

He pulled out of you swiftly, moving to lay you under him.

Any control he’d maintained up to that point left him as he entered you. Your heat surrounded him, wrapping him so tightly that it took his breath away.

He thrust into you, his thoughts clouded over in a haze of lust and passion. Tension coiled in the pit of his stomach. His pace increased.

You convulsed around him, lifting your hips in an attempt to feel him deeper. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head against your shoulder.

His movements became more frantic as you both neared your ends. You came with a groan, your orgasm gripping him like a vice as he continued his thrusts.

You let go of his neck, opting to dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders as he began to push you to the point of overstimulation.

With what little strength you had left, you clenched around him, encouraging his release.

The tight heat of you engulfing him dent him over the edge, and with a final thrust he stilled inside of you.

He breathed deeply to calm himself before pulling out and rolling over.

You both lay in the haze of your lust for a few minutes before you spoke, breaking the silence.

“Holy shit. Why didn’t we think of this earlier?’

The sound of Namjoon’s laughter bubbled up from beside you.

“I agree, this was a pretty good idea.”

“Glad you think so.”

A beat.

“So, do we have an arrangement?” you ask, rolling over onto your side to face him.

He turned to face you.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.”

It came hurtling at him, followed by a rushed, “Fuck! Sorry!” The son of Poseidon held his nose as the shoe fell to the cement with a dull ‘thump’. Looking up, he watched as Y/n dangled haphazardly from her window, looking down at him sheepishly. “My bad, are you okay?” She asked, and Percy waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m fine. What are you doing? You’re gonna fall.” He cocked his head, and watched as a grin adorned her face.

He didn’t like where this was going.

“You’ll catch me.” Y/n spoke confidently, and she let go off her window sill, dropping rapidly from her second story bedroom window. Percy barely had the time to say anything, before his arms were reaching up and wrapping around her torso, adrenaline fueling his actions.

“Are you insane?” Percy hissed, and the cool air around them slightly soothed the flush in his cheeks. Y/n stumbled out of his grasp, eyes shining with mischief as she smiled at him.

“No, I knew you’d catch me.” Y/n hopped towards her haphazardly discarded shoe, pulling it on before walking back towards the pretty boy with the sea green eyes.

Percy shook his head, holding his hand out. “C’mon, let’s go.” Y/n grasped his hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her towards her street.

He knew the neighborhood relatively well now, always succumbing to Y/n’s late night requests of wanting to see him. He’s not quite sure how she gets to school and tends to pass when she’s always getting back home when the sun rises, but he doesn’t like to pry.

Leo says he’s whipped.

Percy tells him to shut the fuck up.

“I missed you, ya know? Everything now is so boring when you’re not around.” Y/n whined slightly, bumping into Percy purposely. He smiled slightly, looking at her, watching as her eyes focused on the road ahead. She turned to look at him, a smile adorning her lips. “People at school think I’m hiding a secret boyfriend or something since I’m always texting you.” She hummed.

His cheeks flushed, and Percy turned away slightly.

Y/n tilted forward slightly, catching his gaze. “Are you blushing?” She teased.

“Fuck no. Shut up, before I leave you here.” Percy answered quickly, and Y/n laughed beside him, squeezing his hand affectionately. Her laugh was light, sweet, and it filled the air around them. He found himself smiling.

It wasn’t long until they found themselves at a lake, following the light from a campfire that burned late into the night. “Hey, pretty girl!” Leo whistled, loud and clear. Y/n visibly perked up, squeezing Percy’s hand once before letting go and running towards his group of friends that she calls her own.

Percy watched as Y/n wrapped her arms around Leo, and the fire user pressed a kiss against her cheek, holding her loosely by the waist. She giggled, and he smiled, letting her go reluctantly. “We missed you, Y/n. I was starting to think Percy was keeping you all to himself.” Leo teased, letting her slide out of his grasp as he winked at Percy who approached the group.

“Shut up.” Percy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as Y/n hugged Jason tight. She made her way around the group, and Y/n ended up with her arms wrapped around Piper’s shoulders, smiling as she pressed her cheek against Piper’s.

“I missed you guys! It’s been so long.” Y/n whined, rubbing her cheek against Piper’s. The daughter of Aphrodite giggled, hugging her friend back. A soft smile spread across Percy’s face as he watched Y/n interact with his close friends, content in watching her talk to Annabeth and Piper in hushed tones and shared giggles.

“You like her.” Leo spoke in a sing-song tone, sitting beside Percy and stretching his palms out towards the warm flames. Percy had half a mind to shove his friend straight into the fire, not like it would do much. He scoffed, ignoring the dumb smile on his friend’s face.

“If you like her then you like her, whatever.” Jason shrugged, sitting beside Percy with a bag of marshmallows and a stick. He broke open the bag with ease, shoving a marshmallow onto his stick. “She’s pretty, you guys would be good together-“ Jason hovered his marshmallow over the flame.

Leo laughed at Percy’s expression. “I don’t like her, shut up.” Percy rolled his eyes, face feeling hot.

“Oh sorry, love. My bad.” Jason hummed, and laughed as Percy shoved him. Jason and Leo laughed beside Percy, who would rather claw his eyes out than listen to his asshole friends tease him about a crush he supposedly has.

“Hey! What's so funny over there? I wanna laugh.” Annabeth called, and the three of them shared a look, before Jason and Leo burst into laughter once more. Percy got up from his place, almost pouting as he approached the girls.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re being stupid.” Percy rolled his eyes, before gesturing towards Y/n. “Move over.” He muttered, and Y/n smiled up at him, patting her lap. Percy cocked his head, a smile on his lips. “I’m not sitting on your lap, Y/n. Move.” He chuckled softly, and she pouted.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll switch.” Annabeth spoke, getting up and walking towards Leo and Jason. Y/n shifted left, and patted the log between her and Piper. Piper shot Percy a knowing look, winking at the pretty son of Poseidon, and he rolled his eyes, rubbing under his eye with his middle finger towards her as he sat down.

“Ooh you’re lucky I like you, Percy.” Piper laughed, pointing at her friend. Laughs came from Leo once more, and Percy looked up, seeing Jason whisper something into Annabeth’s ear.

He didn’t want to know what they were talking about.

His face grew hot.

“Hey, Percy? Does Jason have the marshmallows over there?” Y/n leaned forward, pressing her cheek against his shoulder as she asked. He looked down at her, catching her gaze as she peeked up at him through her lashes.

His heart started to beat quickly.

“Yeah, why? Do you want some?” He asked, and Y/n rolled her eyes slightly, before patting his chest and sitting up.

“Would I ask if I didn’t want s’mores?” She teased, and pushed off the log, getting to her feet. Y/n practically skipped towards Jason, spotting the marshmallows by his feet.

“You’re hopeless.” Piper scoffed, and Percy groaned, sitting back.

“How am I hopeless?” He asked, throwing his hands up in distress.

Piper looked at him like he was dumb. “I don’t know why you need me to tell you this, but you like her. And she clearly likes you. So, don’t waste your time if you actually want to date her.” She muttered, rolling her eyes.

Percy blinked at her. “What?”

“Dude?” Piper blinked back at him.

“I brought you guys marshmallows- Oh, am I interrupting something?” Y/n asked, holding three sticks with marshmallows on top. Percy quickly shook his head, plucking one of the sticks from her fingertips.

“Nah. Percy’s just being fucking dumb.” Piper hummed, smiling when Y/n laughed as she took one of the sticks from her hands. Percy wanted to sink into the ground, avoiding being teased by any one of his so-called friends would be fantastic right about now.

“Hey, pretty girl! Do you need help making s’mores? I always make the marshmallows perfect.” Leo hummed, winking at Y/n. Percy scowled at the ground between his feet, and beside him, Piper scoffed, holding her marshmallow above the flame.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/n. Last time his marshmallow exploded all over me and Jason. You’d think a fire user would know how to roast a fucking marshmallow.” Piper muttered, multicolored eyes focused on the flame.

Y/n hummed. “Percy roasts a pretty good marshmallow though. I’ll wait until he’s done with his.” She spoke, and caught his gaze as he looked up at her. Y/n smiled at him fondly, and Percy took her stick from her hands with ease, hovering her marshmallow just inside the flames. “Oh- I could’ve waited until-“

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t want a s’more all that bad anyway.” Percy hummed, focusing on the way the marshmallow toasted.

Annabeth thinks they’re hopeless. She watched as Y/n shifted closer to Percy, leaning forward to watch her marshmallow roast in the flames. They were so close it was almost romantic.

“Y/n- catch!” She called, tossing the box of graham crackers and chocolates high up into the air. It arced gracefully, landing in Y/n’s outstretched hands with ease.

Leo smiled cheekily to himself, watching as Percy took the box from Y/n, carefully making her a perfect s’more. The latino wasn’t going to stop until his mission was completed, so he leaned forward, nudging Jason slightly. “Y/n-“ He hummed in a sing-song voice.

She looked up from eating her s’more, and Percy held a glare on his face as well, as the pair looked at Leo.

He laughed. Leo had them right in the palm of his hand. “What if I was to dare you to jump off the deck into the lake.” He asked, watching as Y/n’s eyes lit up. Percy shook his head, gripping Y/n’s arm as she went to get up.

“Shut up, Leo. Don’t listen to him, Y/n.” Percy grumbled, staring at Leo as he held Y/n down from getting up.

“What? It’s fine. You’re the son of Poseidon, right? If anything happens you can save her.” Leo spoke cheekily, stabbing the ground with his marshmallow stick. He looked back up, brown curls falling into his eyes.

Y/n looked at Percy, another glint of mischief shining in her eyes. If anything was true about Y/n, she wasn’t one to shy away from a dare, never mind have people say that she shied away from one.

“Y/n.” Percy warned, and Y/n toed her shoes off, pulling off her socks. She pulled her hoodie off, and left it on the log where she sat. Y/n leaned down, muttering something into Percy’s ear before booking it, just out of his grasp. “Y/n!” He shouted, getting to his feet.

Frantic, Percy chased Y/n down to the deck, and the other four got up, chasing after their two good friends.

“Percy! Let her go, it’s fine!” Leo called, a laugh escaping his lips.

Percy watched in slight horror as she made it to the end of the deck, and her feet pushed her off the edge, ending in a loud splash. He was frozen in place as Leo cheered. “Are you fucking stupid, Leo?!” Percy shouted, pulling his hoodie off as he ran towards the edge of the deck.

“What?”

“She can’t fucking swim!”

The blood rushed out of Leo’s face.

It was dark around Y/n, she couldn’t see a thing. All she felt was the chill around her, seeping through her clothes. Looking up, she watched the reflection of the moon hit the water, watching it ripple across the surface. Y/n felt heavy.

A splash came from above her, and Y/n saw a pair of frantic sea green eyes in front of her. She watched as Percy grumbled something, before a bubble spread around their heads. “Breathe, Y/n.” Percy murmured, and Y/n gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “Hey- relax, there you go-“ His hands patted her back as she sputtered.

“Percy-“

“Are you fucking stupid? Telling me you can’t swim right before you jump into a fucking lake? Did you even think before getting up-“

His words were muffled as Y/n grabbed his face in her hands, pressing her lips against his own. The anger in his mind subsided quickly, and before he could react, Y/n was pulling away, eyes avoiding Percy's. “No, I knew you’d come and get me.” She muttered sheepishly.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Y/n.” Percy laughed weakly as he shook his head, cupping her face before pulling her into another kiss.

Butterflies formed in Y/n’s stomach, and she clutched the hem of Percy’s shirt, a smile spreading across her lips. He pulled away, smiling softly resting his forehead against her own. “So stupid-“ He muttered, a smile on his face.

“You kiss me but I’m stupid?” Y/n asked, scrunching her nose. Percy laughed, pressing kisses against her face. “Hey!”

“Stop doing stupid shit, I can’t save you every single time-“ Percy muttered between kisses, and Y/n smiled sweetly, humming in disagreement at his words.

“You can’t save me every single time? Sounds like bullshit to me. You’re always there for me when I need you.” Y/n managed to get out between Percy pressing kisses across her face. He hummed, leaning back as his thumb caressed her cheek.

“Yeah? Well, I can’t say no to you, but you already knew that.” Percy rasped softly, and Y/n leaned up towards him, smiling cheekily.

“I do. I’ve known.” Y/n hummed, and Percy raised his eyebrows. “Well not until today, but-“

Percy shook his head, a little laugh escaping his lips. “Shut up-“ He teased, pressing his lips to Y/n’s once more, swallowing the sweet sigh that came from her lips.

Water surrounded them completely, and Y/n thought that drowning couldn’t be so bad, if drowning meant breathless confessions and scattered kisses highlighted by the moonlight.

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you can rip tsundere percy from my cold, dead hands motherfuckers