Final Lap !
POV: FemJournalist!Reader Pairing: F1 Driver!Percy Jackson x Journalist!Fem Reader Genre: Humor | Fluff | Romance | Tension | Slow Burn | Flirting | Suggestive Comments Word Count: ~3000 words Tag list: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001,@yintous (if you want to be added,comment below! !) Warning:English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy ! ! !
I. On the Starting Grid
Interviewing Percy Jackson was like trying to stay calm while a Formula 1 car sped past you at 300 km/h.
Inevitably, you'd get distracted.
Because Percy wasn’t just a talented driver—he also had that carefree boyish smile that made any professional question feel absurd.
And you, as a sports journalist, had to stay professional.
“Well, Percy, it’s been a pretty intense season so far…” you begin, holding the mic firmly, ignoring how his green eyes lock onto yours with a disarming intensity.
He tilts his head with that ever-confident expression.
“Intense in what sense? Competitive, or the part where I almost died in turn 3 last week?”
You’re usually good at keeping your cool during interviews, but Percy Jackson tests your limits every time.
“I’d say both.” You smile, trying not to play into his game.
“Ah, then yeah. Pretty intense.”
The mechanics and other reporters around him are used to his humor, but you notice something else in his tone. Something playful. Like he’s more interested in your reaction than in the question itself.
“Now that we’re halfway through the season,” you continue, regaining control, “a lot of people are wondering if you plan to renew with your team next year.”
Percy leans his forearms on the pit wall and gives you a slow smile, like he knows something you don’t.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you’ll interview me again soon.”
The cameras are still rolling. His mechanics exchange glances. You feel a sudden heat creep up your face.
“Percy…”
He shrugs, unbothered.
“What? It’s a serious question.”
Your producer signals you to keep going, and you force yourself to get it together.
Percy Jackson was a problem.
One with a helmet, a Formula 1 car, and an impressive talent for getting inside your head.
II. Yellow Flag
The problem with Percy Jackson was that he didn’t know when to stop flirting.
From the first time you interviewed him, it became a kind of running joke in the paddock. His answers always included some offhand comment directed at you, and his teammates—pretty much everyone in the paddock—had caught on.
“So, has he proposed yet, or is he still pretending he only wants interviews?” Annabeth Chase, a reporter from a rival network, asks while flipping through her notes.
You sigh.
“Don’t start.”
Annabeth raises an eyebrow.
“Why not? It’s fun watching him fail at flirting.”
You won’t say it out loud, but you don’t think he’s failing all that much.
Especially lately, every time Percy looks at you, there’s an annoying flutter in your stomach.
Annoying… and very, very dangerous.
III. DRS Zone
The next time you interview Percy, it’s after a chaotic race where he finished second. He’s drenched in sweat, hair tousled, and his race suit is unzipped halfway, revealing the top of his fireproof undershirt.
And you… well, you try to stay composed.
“Percy, after that nail-biting finish, do you think there’s anything you could’ve done differently to win?”
He runs a hand through his hair, never taking his eyes off you.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. I should’ve made a bet with you before the race.”
You blink.
“Excuse me?”
Percy grins, clearly enjoying your confusion.
“Yeah, something like: ‘If I make the podium, you owe me dinner.’”
The crowd around you reacts with laughter and murmurs.
You try to come up with something professional to say, but Percy’s already won.
“I think that would violate journalism’s impartiality rules…” you finally say, knowing full well it’s a weak excuse.
Percy doesn’t flinch.
“Then let’s call it a ‘work meeting.’”
Mechanics and journalists around you laugh, and you know this moment will hit social media before you even process it.
Percy Jackson was a problem.
And worst of all, you were starting not to want a solution.
IV. Final Lap
The season’s nearly over. Percy is fighting for the championship.
And you… well, you’re still in denial.
Until Annabeth shows you a video on Twitter.
It’s a clip of Percy, just before a race, when a reporter asks if he has a lucky charm.
“I don’t carry anything special,” he replies. “Although…” He pauses for a second and smiles. “Lately I seem to do well when a certain journalist is on the grid.”
The comments are full of theories and speculation.
And you know Percy Jackson is playing with fire.
Or with you.
Or both.
That night, when you check your phone, there’s a new message.
Percy Jackson: So? Have you thought about the dinner?
You close your eyes and sigh.
Percy Jackson was definitely a problem.
But maybe…
Just maybe…
He was the kind of problem you didn’t want to escape from.
Do y'all want a second part of it? I was thinking about it but idk honestly LOL
