PERCY JACKSON X ARES MALE BLACK!READER!!!
HEADCANONS
Percy Jackson loves his mean boy to death. He loves how you push him around telling him what to do, when to do it. He loves your strategic mind when it comes to fighting monsters during quests. He loves all of it, really.
He even likes losing to you in friendly spars, even though he’s the son of one of the Big Three. He just can’t help himself. Having you beat him is probably the best feeling he could ever get in his life which, in your opinion, is really weird.
“Come on, Jackson, try to fight back! I feel like you’re letting me win on purpose,” you pout, having your man trapped in a very intricate headlock while your legs wrap around his waist.
“What? Hey, I tried my best!” he lies through his teeth.
Honestly, Percy sometimes thinks you’re part of Aphrodite’s cabin. You’re way too handsome to be an Ares kid. Sure, you fit the bill of being mean and rude, but face-wise? You look like a Greek prince.
“Why are you so pretty?” Percy blurts out.
You glare at him. “I’m not pretty, I’m a warrior!” you argue back for what feels like the 150th time.
“Still pretty,” he mutters, grinning.
Yeah, Percy Jackson is hopelessly down bad.
Your relationship started when Percy personally asked you to join him on a quest. It was supposed to be simple just another prophecy from the Oracle that required an Ares kid. Clarisse was out of commission, so he chose you.
That quest changed everything. It left both of you vulnerable, especially you. You showed Percy parts of yourself you’d never dare show the rest of the Ares cabin. And in return, he opened up too. Like a chain reaction, it was inevitable you two were meant to be together.
Now, the entire camp calls you both “the best yaoi in Camp Half-Blood.” You have no idea what that means, but Percy wears the title with pride.
“What the hell is an uke, and why were all the girls calling me that?” he once asked, completely baffled.
That question sparked a full-blown camp argument in the dining pavilion about who’s the bottom in your relationship. Somehow, they all agreed it’s you.
Your Ares blood boiled at the accusation, but Percy calm, steady Percy was the bucket of water that always managed to cool your raging fire.
Percy loves PDA to an insane degree. He always wants to hug you, kiss you, and hold your hand in public. You, on the other hand, refuse. You have a tough-guy persona to maintain, and getting kisses or cute little nicknames in front of everyone just won’t do.
Of course, you’re just as bad as him only in private. That’s when you get all lovey-dovey and sweet on him, and it’s genuinely one of his favorite things in the world.
Imagine being in his cabin after hours, lying on top of his chest as he plays with your long locs.
“I’ll always protect you, you know. Even if you don’t need it, I just want you to know that I’ll always be your sword.”
Percy’s body heat shoots through the roof. A simple “I love you” would have sufficed, but being called his sword works too. (Ares cabin kids can’t just say “I love you.” It always has be some bullshit like that.)
Ares, of course, can’t stand the fact that one of his warriors his son, no less is canoodling around with Percy Jackson. The god of war beefing with a teenager is ridiculous enough, but the fact that said teenager stole his son? Unforgivable.
Poseidon, on the other hand, finds the whole thing hilarious. “Tell my son to get off my son!” Ares roars, while Poseidon just chuckles.
“Your boy’s a sweet kid,” Poseidon says. “Despite being fire and brimstone. Just keep him out of trouble for me.”
Family dinners are going to be absolute hell during the holidays.
