Too Protective

Too Protective

[L.C Masterlist] | [Main Masterlist] Requests are OPEN Synopsis: Having a protective younger brother is one thing but now you know where he got it.  Pairing: Luke Castellan and Poseidon's child reader Warning: Luke does not become bad, chaotic family, teeth rotting fluff, Poseidon and Percy being protective W.C: 2.5k

You knew that Percy could be a protective brother at times, you've seen it multiple times. You found it quite endearing how he's half your height but willing to jump in front of you to protect you. However, there are times you find it very annoying. You never really thought where he got it from. Not until now at least. 

Here you were, sitting in the big house with none other than you, your boyfriend Luke, your younger brother Percy, and your Godly father Poseidon. Percy and Poseidon were both sitting across you and Luke with their arms folded across their chests. Both of them were staring straight at Luke and the poor boy could only smile awkwardly. 

Okay, let's rewind that a bit to give you a little bit of context. It all started one beautiful day in Camp Half-Blood. 

"PERSEUS JACKSON!" Or maybe not..

"Why did you soak Luke with paint?" You furiously asked the younger blonde while chasing him around the whole Poseidon cabin. "It was accidental! He ran into me and Grover's trap!" Percy explained, heavily panting because you've been chasing him around the whole cabin for 10 minutes now. 

The whole cabin was an absolute mess. Bed sheets and pillows were on the floor from being thrown or used by Percy to block you from grabbing him. "Accidental? Campers heard you and Grover saying how it was meant for Luke!" You yelled stopping for a moment to breathe. Percy released a sigh of relief but knowing you long enough he did not put the protective pillow down.  "Go apologize to Luke, Percy," You instructed him sternly, running a hand through your hair to fix it. 

"No, he deserved it," Percy replied stubbornly making you glare at him. He flinches and raises the pillow to his face in fear you'd hit him. "Go, apologize to him, Percy. Now!" You ordered and pointed towards the door of the Cabin. Percy only rolled his eyes and left mumbling about how it was unfair and why should he apologize. 

After cleaning the mess you both made in the cabin you left the cabin to do your duties as a camp counselor. You spent your morning training the younger campers sword fighting and helped out the Dionysus and Demeter cabin by plucking strawberries from the bushes. 

You were busy cleaning up the arrows from archery class when suddenly two pairs of arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you. You let out a squeal and turned around to see your curly-haired boyfriend Luke. 

A wide grin plastered on his face as he placed you down and gave a kiss on your forehead. "Well hello handsome, I hope you didn't have a hard time cleaning the paint off of you," You jokingly said while playing with some of the curls on his head. He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, "Wasn't much trouble. I hope you didn't scare little Percy too much, heard from some campers you chased Percy around the whole cabin," He says tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

"He deserved it," You say placing a kiss on his cheek and smiling at him. "If stares can kill I think I'll already be serving Hades in the underworld by now," Luke joked. You turned around to where he was looking and saw your little brother Percy glaring at Luke. Once the poor kid saw you looking at him his eyes went wide and turned away and almost tripped making you and Luke laugh. 

"I was shocked when he came up to me earlier and said sorry," He chuckled while leaning against one of the targets while you removed the arrows from it. "Told him to do so, glad he obeyed me," You said placing the arrows in their respective quivers. "He startled me, he was a bit grumpy about it but still apologized," He recalled making you laugh at your little brother's actions. 

"Little protective Percy, wonder where he got it from," You say letting out a sigh. Luke helped you pick up more arrows before you both heard some campers running and yelling. "What's happening?" Luke asked, confused to see multiple campers running towards one direction. "We should see what's wrong," You tell him. He nods in agreement and takes your hand in his before running towards the scene that seems to have caught the attention of the campers. 

You and Luke were both shocked to see about 30 campers gathered at the entrance of the camp. Both of you tried to squeeze between the chaos to get a full view of what was happening. The two of you were shocked to find out what got the attention of the campers. You both saw Chiron, Percy and...your FATHER?! 

"There's my daughter!" Poseidon says loudly and grabs your arm to pull you in a hug. You could hear campers whispering around you about how lucky you were and how shocked they were to see the literal sea god in Camp Half-Blood. 

"What are you doing here?" You asked still shocked to see your dad. He released you from the hug and it was then you only saw what he was wearing. He was wearing his Birkenstock sandals, khaki Bermuda shorts, a shirt with coconuts and parrots, and a fisherman's hat on his head. "Is it wrong to visit my kids?" He asked with a wide smile.

"What about Zeus—" You try to say but get cut off by Chiron saying the three of you should talk in the big house instead. The walk to the big house was extremely awkward, to say the least. It was rare for a godly parent to visit Camp Half-Blood, let alone one of the big three gods to visit their child. You were wondering how the actual Hades did your dad get to visit you and your brother in Camp. Zeus should have blasted him by now! 

You and Percy sat across each other while your father roamed around the Big House and pointed out artefacts and paintings. "Dad, what are you doing here?" You asked gaining the attention of your father. He places the vase of flowers down and sits beside Percy. "Well—" Your father starts but you quickly cut him off "Straight to the point please, Dade," Poseidon winces at your tone and finally gives a serious answer. Who would have thought that the literal sea god winces and is somewhat afraid of his daughter? Well, dear reader, even your author is shocked. 

"Percy told me you have a boyfriend," He answers quickly. Your gaze falls on Percy and the poor kid's eyes widen like saucers and look down on his lap. "Out of all the demigods you could have chosen you chose the son of the messenger?" Poseidon asks dramatically waving his hands around. "A thief's son? Really?" Poseidon asks completely in shock. You let out a sigh and massage your temple. Your father was quite the dramatic person now and then. 

"His name's Luke Castellan," Percy says in a small voice making you glare at him. His eyes widen again and looks down in his lap immediately afraid to meet your gaze. You reminded him of a Medusa however you didn't have a snake for hair and wouldn't turn him into stone, maybe only murder him but still. 

"I want to meet this boyfriend of yours," Poseidon says. You try to convince him not to but he wouldn't hear any of your excuses. You could only sigh in defeat and look for Luke. That's how you both got to where you are now. 

"So, you're the son of Hermes, correct?" Poseidon asks still glaring at Luke. "Yes, sir, yes," He says politely. "What do you want from my daughter, son of Hermes?" Poseidon asks placing his hands on the table and leaning closer. "Power? Fame? What do you want, boy?" Luke denies all questions. "I love your daughter, sir," Luke says and laces his hand in yours from underneath the table making a small smile appear on your face. 

Poseidon and Percy lean back in their seats not entirely convinced. You glare at both of them making them clear their throats and sit straight in their seat. "How long have you liked my daughter, son of Hermes?" Poseidon asks trying not to catch your eye and turn his full attention to Luke. "His name is Luke, Dad," you say between gritted teeth. "Well, how long have you liked my daughter, Luke?" Poseidon rephrased. "Ever since she got into camp, sir, 3 years ago," Luke answers. 

"How would I be sure that you wouldn't break my daughter's heart?" Poseidon asks. Luke straightens his posture and clears his throat but never removes his hand from yours. "I can't exactly promise that I'll be the best boyfriend because I know there will be times that I won't be able to make the best decisions, do the things that would make her happy, and say the things that won't break her heart. However, what I do promise to do is that I'm willing to do my best to be the person she needs and rely on. I am aware that I'm not the best but I'm willing to do my best, for her and only her," Luke answers truthfully while squeezing your hand tightly. 

You felt tears forming in your eyes at his words. For all your life so far you've never been treated with so much care and love before until Luke came. Not even your mother wanted you and the people around you kept thinking you were out of your mind. A demigod's life is not exactly the best. When you first arrived at Camp Half-Blood you still felt out of place but Luke made you feel more comfortable around Camp. He introduced himself first as the son of Hermes and tour you around the whole Camp. He never left your side ever since then. 

Never once did he ever make you feel unloved and unwanted, unlike the people you've had in your life before. He became your rock, the person you could always lean on whenever you needed to let your guard down. Before you knew it, you were in love with your best friend. 

"I love her, sir," He says to Poseidon, but his attention and eyes aren't on the sea god. It was on you. His soft brown eyes were staring at you and only you. You felt him squeeze your hand 3 times. I love you. A smile appears on your face. No, it wasn't the forced smile you would always give to people. It was a genuine smile. The smile only Luke can make you do. 

Poseidon watches the two of you and he can't help a small smile to appear on his face. His daughter was in love and he can't help but deny he likes the guy for her. Poseidon lets out a sigh and gains the attention of both you and Luke. Luke clears his throat and opens his mouth to say more but Poseidon raises his hand to stop him. 

The god stands up making you, Percy, and Luke stand up as well. Poseidon smiles and extends his hand forward. Luke's eyes widen and takes Poseidon's hand and gives it a firm squeeze. Poseidon gently tugs Luke forward and says a few things that only he and Luke can hear. You and Percy look at each other wondering what your father might have said to Luke. 

"Keep her safe, Luke, remember what I said. I'll be seeing you kids during the summer solstice," Poseidon gives you and your brother his famous wink and becomes a form of light. The three of you look away to avoid disintegrating and when you look back your Father is gone. Only the faint smell of sea breeze remained. 

You and Luke walk out of the Big House hand in hand while Percy still has his arms crossed against his chest. "Wait up little man," You grab a hold of the the back of Percy's shirt and pull him back in front of you and Luke. Percy kept his eyes on the ground and you smile at his antics. You pull him in a hug which he quickly returns. "I love you, little idiot," You whisper in his ear. "I love you too, big idiot," He says back. 

When you both release each other from the hug Luke ruffles Percy's hair. "If Dad likes you that means I should too, but that doesn't mean you could get to eat my sister's face in front of me!" 

"I promise to make sure you're not looking next time," Luke promises making Percy nod slowly. "You go finish your chores, little idiot before Mr D whoops your ass," Percy nods and gives you a salute before running off to his chorea and annoys Annabeth. "So, your Dad knows me," Luke says wrapping his arms around your waist. 

He looks down at you with a big smile on his face. A big love-sick smile. "Mhmm, so, mind telling me what my Dad told you?" You ask him playing with his collar. "He tells me to take good care of you and make sure you don't hurt yourself." Luke's fingers lift your chin and make you look at him. It seemed as if the whole world was fading into the background and you both could only see each other. 

Luke tilts his head slightly to the side and leans in closer but suddenly thunder goes off making him tighten his lips into a thin line making you laugh. The curly-haired boy hides his face in the crook of your neck and sighs. You pull him away from your nack and make him look at you, a pout seen on his face making you giggle. 

You tilt your head slightly and connect your lips. Thunder going off in the distance but you and Luke couldn't care less about it. Both of you pull away with smiles on your faces. "He also said that if I were to break your heart he'll take me in my sleep and drown me and make sure sharks devour me," Luke says making you roll your eyes and look up. "Dad?" You ask and thunder goes off again. "I think it's only proper," Luke jokes making you roll your eyes again. 

"I hate you both," You say walking away from your boyfriend. "Hey! I was joking, angel. Come back!" Luke says walking towards you. You look back and sprint away with him hot in your trail. "Come back here, angel!" Luke shouts running after you. You could only giggle and run ever faster away from him. 

Percy, Grover, and Annabeth watch you both from a good distance, with wide smiles on their face. "I've never seen them so happy before until now," Annabeth says and Grover nods in agreement. "I think Luke's great for Y/n— don't tell them I said that," Percy confesses. "You better convince me not to, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth smirks and run away. "Hey! Annabeth come back here!" Percy yells running after Annabeth. 

"Love birds," Grover smiles watching four of his friends. 

chasin' you | z. maclaren

pairing: zach maclaren x reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, and... wait what was it....oh, MORE FLUFF!!!

summary: zach seems to have taken an interest in y/n. she definitely does not believe he actually likes her. no matter how often she says "it's never gonna happen" he can't seem to give up. maybe he actually does mean what he says...

a/n: um...hi. i'm back from the dead...anyways let's get on with the story. luv ya!!!!

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For the love of God, I just couldn't get rid of him! Why me? Out of every single girl in this university, he has to go for me?! This has to be a joke. This has to be a dare...or or a bet, yeah that's what this is. A bet. Probably by his soccer buddies.

There is just no way that Zach Maclaren keeps asking me out. This is the third time this week he's weaseled his way next to me during a lecture. His arm was around the back of my uncomfortable wooden chair and his knee kept bumping mine every so often. Fuck my life, people were also dead staring at us. The universe must hate my guts.

"So, maybe after this, I can take you to that coffee shop a few blocks away." He whispered in my ear. His nose kept brushing the side of my face and chills kept spreading throughout my body. God damn it, why is he doing this to me?

"Unlike you, I'm actually trying to learn. So get your arm off me and leave me alone!" I whisper shouted the last part at him. I also whacked his arm off of my shoulder. However, instead of getting offended, he took it as a challenge. The arm that was once wrapped around my chair moved to my lap. He leaned forward in the chair, acting like he was paying attention just so he could put his hand on the farthest part of my leg. He started rubbing circles with his thumb and I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me butterflies.

I try to the best of my abilities to pry his hand off but he would not let go.

"You know some people would consider this harassment," I whispered to him again.

"And yet, your muscles relaxed when I put my hand there." I could hear the smirk in his voice, he didn't even have to turn his head. My mind blanked for the last half of the lecture, it wasn't until Zach snapped me out of my trance that I realized it was time to leave.

"Hey, baby, time to go." He took my hand as if he were trying to help me up, but I yanked it out of his grasp.

"I can get up myself, thank you. And don't call me baby. I am not your baby!" I shove my finger in his face and start towards the door.

"No...but you could be," Unfortunately for me, he has longer legs, therefore he caught up with me really fast. His head met my shoulder and his hand went to my waist.

"God, do you ever take a vacation from being an annoying jackass?" I roll my eyes and shrug my shoulder to get him off.

"Nah, it's too fun. Hey, but maybe, you can take me out. I would be a lot less annoying if you'd shut me up. Preferably with a kiss." He spun me around, hands landing on my waist, and smirked as he leaned in just enough for me to feel his breath fan across my face. I raise my hands to his neck, which causes his smile to widen. I smile and act like I'm going to kiss him.

At the last second, I smack the side of his head and begin to walk away.

"Ow...so what, no goodbye kiss?" Once again I hear the smirk in his voice as I walk to my car.

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Once again, I was just minding my business eating and drinking my coffee, when all of a sudden the chair beside me was pulled out and a familiar figure was seated next to me.

"Ugh, not today Maclaren. I need a break." I lay my book down and begin to rub my temples.

"Aww, why so stressed, baby? Need me to rub your shoulders? Or better yet how about an infamous "feel better kiss" He leans in and fully expects me to kiss him, however, I pick up my doughnut and shove it against his puckered lips.

"I'll pass, thank you." He grabs the doughnut and takes a bite out of it.

"You know, I guess I'll settle for your half-eaten doughnut." He says as he begins to devour the treat.

"You're crazy, you know that, right?" I say in utter shock that he won't give up.

"Crazy about you, baby." He smiles wiping his mouth.

"Damn and cheesy." I pick up my coffee and take a large sip of it before picking my book back up. I hear a metal chair drag against the ground and the next thing I know, Zach is breathing down my neck. He lays his head on my shoulder and picks my legs up to lay them across his lap. And fuck me, I don't stop him. "Why the hell didn't you stop him?" you may be asking, and to that I say...I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!!!

"You're so pretty and you smell good. You're smart and caring. You love your friends and family unconditionally. You read Jane Austin over and over again. You're taking Criminal Justice because you believe the justice system is fucked up and you want to change that. You're probably the most perfect person I have ever met." Zach says each and every word into my neck as he rubs his thumb up and down my thigh. All the words in my book began to blur. It's funny because, at the time, I was reading "Emma" by Jane Austin.

He knew everything about me. He listed the reasons why he liked me. To top it off, he's holding me like I'm the most valuable thing in the world. Does Zach Maclaren like me? Like actually? No Bullshit?

"I like you, y/n. No bullshit." It's like he read my mind. I look at him and see the complete adoration in his eyes. He actually means it. He lifts his head and kisses my cheek before softly setting my legs down. He gets up and turns to me one last time.

"I want you to like me how I like you. I want you to see me how I see you. And if you don't, then I can live with that. As long as you tell me the God's honest truth." Then he's gone. The coffee shop doorbell rings and I just sit there. He wasn't joking, he actually meant every word he said.

Zach noticed things no other guy had. He sees me as more than a pretty face. God damn it the justice system is fucked up! Maybe I do like Zach Maclaren...

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I stand by the locker room doors and wait for him. He told me to tell him the truth, so that's what I'm coming to do. Fuck man, it's too cold and I am too nervous to be standing here right now. Soon, I heard the door open. Zach came out with a few of his teammates. He spotted me and froze for a second.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later." He tells his friends and they run off. He stands in the same spot. The silence is so loud and I can't stand it.

"Hi," I said, full of nerves.

"Hi," The smile on his face was enough to make a girl melt.

"You did great, congrats on the win."

"Yep, thanks." I could tell he was waiting for me to say what I really wanted to say.

"That's all I needed to say...bye!" I went to run off but my wrist was caught by Zach.

"Nah uh uh, you could not pay me enough to believe you bought an eight-dollar ticket, sat through an hour-long game, stood by the locker room door for half an hour, and waited for me to come out just to tell me congrats." He could see straight through my bullshit and it was scary. He pulled me closer and let go of my wrist. His arm then snaked its way around my waist.

"Talk to me, baby." His words were like music to my ears. His voice was delicate and soft. I could just...well...you'll see.

"Um...so IcametotellyouthatIreallylikeyouandIwanttobewithyouandyoumakemereallyhappyandyeahthat'sall." My words were all jumbled and he looked so confused.

"Okay um...a little slower, please." He laughed and I took a deep breath before responding,

"I like you, Zach. And I want to be with yo-" Before I could get the last word out, he smashed his lips against mine. My hands went to his neck and his hand that was holding his soccer bag let go and went to my neck. The kiss was filled with so much adoration and passion. We only pulled apart when we had to breathe.

"I only needed to hear the first sentence." He smiled as he rubbed the side of my face.

"So...is that coffee shop offer still on the table? Baby" His smile widened and he looked up at the star-lit sky.

"Of course it is. Damn, all this chasin' you made me do, baby." With that, he connected our lips again.

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a/n: hehe again, sorry for falling off the face of the earth. I'll try to be more active!

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Opinion!:

A character with no trauma at all is boring like WHERE IS THE DRAMA?!?!?! I don't think anyone had such a perfect life girl✋️

A Little Too Drunk To Remember

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Warning: usage of y/n and y/l/n (like 5 times I think), mention of alcohol and being drunk, Annabeth close to murdering Percy, kissing, aged up pjo characters

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

W.C: 2k Note: I'm planning on making my Percy Jackson tag list! Comment if you want to be part of it! Also if you want to be part of my overall taglist! Synopsis: After celebrating a bit too much after their win, Percy gets a little too drunk to remember who his girlfriend is.

Camp Half-Blood had just completed another successful game of Capture the Flag on Friday. The blue team emerged as the victors, thanks to the exceptional leadership of the Athena Cabin. To commemorate their win, a celebration was organized in their honor. Once Chiron and Mr. D had retired for the night, the real party began. The Hermes cabin unveiled their covert stash of pilfered alcoholic beverages. Both blue and red team members danced and reveled throughout the night. Percy, being part of the blue team, was not exempt from the festivities.

By midnight, Grover, Annabeth, and a thoroughly intoxicated Percy stumbled onto the front porch of Poseidon's cabin. "Percy, get up! You can't sleep outside here!" whispered Annabeth, attempting to help him rise from his slumber on the chilly cement floor. "Hold him while I open the door," Grover instructed Annabeth, who stared at him with wide eyes. "I swear, I'm getting annoyed," she grumbled, struggling to keep Percy upright. "Come on, Percy. We're almost there," Grover said, taking one of Percy's arms and placing it over his shoulder, guiding him inside the cabin. The three of them attempted to enter the cabin discreetly, but Percy tripped over nothing, causing Grover and Annabeth to stumble along with him.

"Ow! Percy!"

"Seaweed-brain, you're heavy!"

"Shhhhh! Be quiet, both of you!"

"What the hell is going on?" a voice asked, and moments later, the lights flickered on. You stood there, slightly shocked, observing the scene before you. "You guys look like you could use some help," you chuckled, walking towards the group. You assisted Annabeth and Grover in standing up before the three of you carried Percy to one of the beds in the corner of the room. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you gently laid Percy down on the soft mattress.

"I was this close to leaving him on the ground," Annabeth said, raising her hand to demonstrate the small distance between her thumb and forefinger. You laughed at her playful gesture and glanced at Percy, who lay on the bed completely oblivious to the minor predicament he had caused. "I would have done the same if I were both of you," you shrugged, causing the two of them to laugh.

After some persuasion, you managed to convince Annabeth and Grover to retire for the night instead of trying to assist you with the situation that went by the name of Percy Jackson. You sat down on the bed beside Percy and reached out to touch his curly blonde hair, which had grown longer over the past three months. Rising from your seat, you walked towards the small closet next to the bed and retrieved some fresh, comfortable clothes for him to sleep in. Placing them on the edge of the bed, you attempted to wake Percy. "Perc? Babe, you need to wake up and change," you whispered. He emitted a small grunt, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the bright light in the room.

He took the clothes from your hands and was about to lift his shirt when he paused, looking at you. "Miss, you seem nice and all, but could you please look away? I don't think it would be appropriate to change in front of a girl, especially considering I have a girlfriend," Percy's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but giggle, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "Uh, okay. I'll be in the restroom if you need me," you said, trying to stifle your laughter. He nodded, waiting for you to enter the restroom and close the door before changing out of his soiled clothes.

You covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to suppress your laughter. The serious expression on Percy's face as he made his request amused you. It was at that moment you realized that he mistook you for someone else. After a few minutes, you decided to emerge from the restroom. You saw Percy surveying the room as if it were his first time entering it."You okay, Perce?" You asked him out of concern. He had only broken out of his trance when you placed a hand on his shoulder. His blue eyes looked up at you and you were stopping yourself from melting right there and then. "You still need to brush your teeth before bed," You reminded him and he calmly nodded before walking towards the restroom. 

You stared at his stumbling figure as he walked. You were about to walk over to him to help but he raised his hand in front of you, giving you a sign that he's alright. You lay down on your side of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. You didn't realize you were starting to fall asleep and didn't notice he had already left the restroom. 

You woke up to the sound of shuffling. "Percy?" You groggle reaching out for his side but feel only the cold bedsheets. Eyes lazily opening, you look down from the bed and see Percy lying uncomfortably on the cold tiled floor of his cabin. "Parcy, baby, you can't sleep there," You tried convincing him but he only shook his head. 

"I can't. I don't want to upset y/n," He sleepily said. "Why is that? I'm sure she wouldn't mind," You giggled lightly and hoped it convinced him but it didn't. He shook his head again and turned in the other direction. "I don't want to sleep beside someone who isn't my girlfriend. Goodnight, miss," After that, you realized you wouldn't be able to convince him at all so you just decided to sleep. 

You had a bit of trouble sleeping since you weren't exactly used to sleeping without Percy beside you. Eventually, as the music from outside slowly ceased, your eyes also slowly closed due to sleepiness. It wasn't the best but it would do. 

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of loud music playing. Being a child of Apollo does suck sometimes. The sun god would ride in his amazing chariot in the morning while blaring loud music that only his children would hear. "He does like showing off, even to his children," You mumble as you get out of the bed and walk to the restroom. You spotted Percy still lying on the cold floor, sleeping. You crouched down by his head pushed his hair out his forehead and gave it a gentle kiss. 

You walked to the bathroom and did your business. When you walked out you saw Percy sitting on the floor with his hands on his head. "You okay there babe?" You asked him. You obviously know he wasn't feeling well, you just wanted him to confirm it. "No, my head is throbbing like crazy and why am I sleeping on the floor? My whole body is screaming in pain right now," He said massaging his shoulder. 

"You refused to sleep beside me last night so you just slept on the floor," You said sitting on the bed with a hot cup of coffee in hand. "Why would I do that?" He asked confused. "I swear I couldn't remember a single thing from last night," 

"Well, you got carried here by Grover and Annabeth and when you got in you refused to let me touch you or be near you in fear of your "girlfriend" getting angry," You recall the happenings from last night. He stared at you in confusion while grabbing your hand to let you play with his hair. 

"Why would I do that?" He asks himself while staring off into the distance. "I don't know, baby. You tell me," You shrug while sipping your coffee. You spent a few minutes in silence, your hand never stopping to play with Percy's hair. "OH MY GODS" You suddenly hear him say out loud and you instantly realize he remembered everything from last night. "I did not just say that," He had his face buried in his hands with his ears turning a bright shade of red in embarrassment. You laughed while he continued to whine and complain in embarrassment. 

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's okay baby don't need to say sorry. I found it hilarious last night," You laughed. Percy slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around your frame. He had to bend down a bit because he was taller than your sitting figure. "I'm sorry," His head was burning in between your shoulder and neck, and you felt wet and gentle kisses being placed on your neck. 

"It's fine, baby, I understand," You chuckled lightly and stroked his hair. If you never heard a human purr before, now you do. You and Percy stay silent like that for a few minutes more. It was getting rare for the both of you to have any peace around her now that more campers were starting to enter camp day by day. Damn, those gods be multiplying every day. Percy had to help train some kids while you had to take care of the new Apollo kids that were claimed by your father. Both of you seemed so busy that it's starting to become a rare occurrence for you both to be like this with each other. You just realized now how much you craved your boyfriend's warm and soft embrace. It makes you not want to let him go. 

"My headache is healing," Percy mumbles after a few minutes. You look at your hands and see them glowing golden. "Oops, my bad," You laughed. Percy grabs a hold of your thighs and lifts you. You yelped and held on to him in panic. He laughs at the sound and sets you down on his lap. "I missed you," He says brushing a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. "I missed you too," You say while you stared at his blue eyes that greatly reminded you of the ocean. 

"I missed you too, Percy," You smiled. He stared at you a few seconds more before removing the gap between both of you. His lips tasted sweet from the sugary blue candy his mother gave him before he left for camp and a hint of saltiness that reminded you of ocean water. How did he taste like that? You don't even know. His lips felt so soft and pillowy against your own and you just know he was using the lip cream you gave him after you told him how chapped his lips were. 

After a moment you both pull away, breathless. Percy smiles as he stares at your breathless figure. Lips plump, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling. That's when he realized how so in love he was with you and you felt the same about him too. The two of you stared at each other with love and so much passion. Not even the gods can deny how much you both were made for each other. 

"Y/n we need yo-" Both you and Percy's heads turn to the door of the cabin. You saw Will and Lee standing by the entrance, cheeks pink after seeing the position you were both in. "Percy are you awa-" Annabeth and Grover arrive behind the two Apollo children and freeze after seeing you both.

"We'll just-" "I think it's better if we-"

"Yeah," The 4 close the door, and you and Percy look at each other and start to laugh loudly. "Did you see Grover's face?" Percy asked in between his laughter. "Poor young Will!" You wheezed. "Jackson you better get out of there in the next 5 minutes!" You both hear Annabeth yell from the outside but none of you paid attention after remembering the way her face turned so red. "Y/L/N we need help out here!" Lee yelled out. 

"You heard them, Jackson, you need to leave," You say to him after the both of you calm down. "You need to as well Y/L/N," He said back with a smirk. He was leaning down to kiss you again before…

"Y/L/N!" "JACKSON!" 

Maybe next time…

I'm not sure what to post first please help me out😫

꩜ .ᐟ 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦! ★ 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟑)

ִ ࣪𖤐 characters: kenji sato as himself; you as the coach's daughter ִ ࣪𖤐 summary: it was an unwritten rule that the coach's daughter is off-limits. too bad kenji sato has a hankering for forbidden fruit. oh, he tried to resist it alright, not wishing to risk the ire of the coach but boy did you make it hard for him. ִ ࣪𖤐 tags: whipped kenji sato, kenji sato in his loser and pathetic era, self-indulgent self-insert, bamf reader

Kenji Sato was merely strolling through the neighborhood, weary to the bone after nursing Emi to sleep. It was a little past midnight, but even then, the city hummed with its own heartbeat —a symphony of distant sirens, the occasional screech of tires, and the steady murmur of conversations drifting upward. He had just turned a corner to a batting cage that he knew never closed when he chanced upon you.

You were wearing a baseball jersey that seemed several sizes too big on you, and shorts that revealed an expanse of milky thighs. You had a cap on backwards, with your hair neatly tied up in a ponytail. He would be lying if he said that didn't make him feel things. He had to do a double take because he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.

You were practicing your pitch. No, wait. That's an understatement. You were throwing as though competing in the world championship and not merely hitting mark after mark in a batting cage. Kenji couldn't help but admire you. Your pitches were a blend of power and finesse, each one finding its mark with uncanny accuracy.

With each pitch, you adjusted your approach—mixing in curveballs that broke sharply, sliders that darted sideways, and sinkers that dipped low. You varied your speeds and locations, testing your control and honing your ability to keep hitters off balance.

And every time you landed a hit, you smiled. Your smile hid secrets that Kenji Sato desperately wanted to pry from your lips. Under the glaring lights of the batting cage, you glowed like a shooting star over barren wasteland.

Kenji burned with the need to meet you. He quickened his pace until he found himself joining you in the cage.

Laughter rang out the otherwise quiet baseball park. You watched the man, who had introduced himself as Kenji, mumble obscenities under his breath as he missed pitch after pitch.

"Damn it, woman," He finally said out loud, his expression warring between amusement and annoyance. "Who taught you how to do that?"

"My father!" You called back, leaning back on the balls of your feet as Kenji came to approach you. His powerful well-muscled body moved with easy grace.

"You have got to introduce me," He said, panting slightly from the night's exertions. "Need him to teach me those moves."

You craned your neck to look at him. He was a good deal taller than you were. Up close, his shoulders were wider than you had anticipated. His black hair gleamed in the lights. His firm mouth was curled as though always on the edge of laughter. He was a man in every sense of the word. You weren't sure if your throat was dry because of practice or because of him.

"Eh, I don't think he'd teach the likes of you," You said rather wearily, suddenly hyper-aware of your proximity and the fact that you were glistening with sweat. You probably smelled, too. A faint pink blush coated your cheeks when Kenji leaned closer.

"Why's that?" He asked, clear eyes shining with intrigue. "Man hasn't met me yet."

You stepped back in surprise. "You're cocky," You blurted out, averting your gaze from Kenji's scrutiny.

He puffed out his chest. "I think I'm entitled to some bragging rights," He said tersely.

You arched an eyebrow at him, "Really? Coming from the man who couldn't even hit a single one of my throws?"

Kenji quickly deflated. "Hey, I was just...taking it easy on you..." He mumbled begrudgingly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

You laughed and started walking towards the exit. "Sure ya are, sport."

Your laughter tugged at his heartstrings and made his pulse skittish. Kenji was pleased at himself for making you laugh.

"I really am!" He defended, jogging to catch you. "If you wanna go another round, I'd be more than willing to."

You shrugged him off. "As much as I want to wipe the floor with your ass," At this, Kenji let out a derisive snort of offense. You snickered. "I'm beat, Kenji," You added exhaustedly.

Kenji Sato felt his spirits drop to the soles of his feet. He wasn't quite ready to part ways. He glanced at his watch. It was already four a.m. He quickly caught your wrist as an idea sprung on him. "I know a place."

Kenji Sato thanked the heavens above that Tatsuya was still open. He wasn't sure it would be, it was hard to think of other places to go to when you had your arms wrapped around his torso. The streets were empty and Kenji's motorcycle roared with life as it glided through the city. He wanted to drive well within the speed limit, but you had objected, saying something along the lines of, "This bike's made to fly!"

He indulged you, how could he say no to a pretty lady? His chest squeezed every time you laughed giddily and urged him to go faster. It didn't do his poor heart any favors when you tightened your grasp around his waist every time he sped up.

The thrum of the engine beneath Kenji only matched the rush of his bloodstream. It was a long time since he felt like this. Frankly, he doubted he ever could. His life primarily revolved around being Ultraman, and being baseball player, and babysitter to a needy infant Kaiju.

For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was just Kenji Sato with you.

Sitting across you and sharing a meal was the most peace he had in months. He leaned eagerly across the table, his eyes hungrily taking you in. Kenji had more appetite for you than for the Okonomiyaki set before him.

You were happily eating the gyudon you ordered, until you noticed that Kenji wasn't. Confusion set on your features. Swallowing perceptibly, you fixed a bite for him. He looked like he wanted a piece of what you were eating.

Kenji tried to hide his laughter as you raised your spoon to his mouth. "Here, try some. It's really good." You coaxed, smiling brightly at him. Kenji's heart pounded at how fucking cute you were. He couldn't remember the last time someone fed him.

He leaned forward and reluctantly took a bite, a faint blush coating his cheeks.

"MMM..." He said, chewing enthusiastically in the face of your expectant gaze.

'If my team could see me now...' Kenji didn't even want to finish that thought.

"So what do you do, Y/N?" Kenji asked, washing down his bite with a glass of water.

"I'm studying to be a kinesiologist," Y/N supplied, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a tissue. "My father disapproved, wanting me to take up business or law but I lived and breathed baseball. He didn't want me to play the league, so we came to a compromise." You recounted, chuckling. "It was the closest I could get to the action while still maintaining my parents' approval." You added ruefully.

You lifted your gaze to Kenji's somber expression. He was resting his face on the palms of his hands, regarding you seriously. His grey eyes were like summer lightning. You feared you would lose yourself in them. You cleared your throat awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly before leaning forward. "So, why did you become a baseball player?"

Kenji leaned back. His eyes softened, his mouth curved into a warm smile. "My mom. We were big Giants fans. Every time Hideki Matsui would score a home run, we'd do this little cheer — here, lemme show you..." Kenji stood up (much to your amazement) and ran in tiny little circles, one arm outstretched and the other holding up his index finger imitating a foam hand, accompanied by chanting the Giant's baseball cheer.

You promptly burst out into laughter, but Kenji didn't seem to mind. Instead, he lifted you off your seat and into his arms, "Come on, babe, ya have to do it, too. More effective that way." He said softly, his lips close to your ear.

Goosebumps rose at the back of your neck and down your arms. You briefly wondered if he could hear how much your pulse raced at the proximity. The shopkeeper, who was polishing the glasses, looked at the two of you like you'd grown two heads and grimaced.

Young ones, these days.

"You're a girl dad, too?" You repeated, biting into what was supposed to be Kenji's custard cream puff. Kenji laughed when a smudge of cream lingered at the corners of your mouth. He leaned forward and wiped it off with his thumb, licking the offending custard clean off his finger.

You watched with rapt attention as his tongue darted out, wondering idly (thirstily) if this was normal behavior to have with someone one just met. Your eyes traced his every movement as he leaned against his motorcycle. You were also leaning against his bike, perched close enough to Kenji that your shoulder brushed with his.

The fluorescent lights of the 7/11 store the two of you suddenly found yourselves in, cast a gentle glow over Kenji's features. His dark eyes shimmered with tenderness, a look you weren't quite sure has ever been directed to you in your entire life.

'So this is what it's like to be on the receiving end,' You thought, warmth blooming in your chest.

"Emi. Named after my mom," He supplied after a few beats of silence. "Pain in my ass, that girl. Hasn't let me sleep in three months." He added gruffly, but there was no mistaking the note of adoration in his voice.

Your lips quirked into a smile as you imagined Kenji with a baby, but a sense of foreboding washed over you. "And her mom?" You asked carefully.

'It would suck terribly if he was already married,' You thought glumly, your shoulders slumping slightly.

Kenji's eyebrows rose, and he laughed weakly. "Nothing like that. I adopted her. No mom in the picture." He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he peered down at you.

'JACKPOT.' You thought triumphantly.

Kenji failed to notice your quick mood swings, much too focused on the chocolate eclair he was snacking on. However, there was a question he was itching to ask you all night.

"And yourself?" He asked in between mouthfuls. "Do you and your boyfriend ever watch baseball games together? I have an upcoming game and you could — ah, bring your guy around..." His tone casual, but nothing about the way Kenji's insides were turning and twisting was casual.

You snorted in an unladylike fashion that made Kenji chuckle. "No. No boyfriend, but I'd gladly watch your game." You said, shooting him a bright smile.

Kenji's heart sang with delight and he resisted the urge to kiss you right then and there. "Cool, cool, cool," He said in rapid succession, but he quickly backtracked for fear that he may have offended you. "I mean, cool that you can come watch my game...not cool that you don't have a boyfriend. I mean, that's okay...pffft...boyfriends are overrated, anyways." He said, scratching the back of his head.

Satisfaction pursed your mouth. "To be clear, I'm just attending to see the opposing team kick your butt."

Kenji rolled his eyes before leaning down to your eye-level, "Sorry to disappoint, darling, but I'll be the one doin' the ass-kickin'."

Darling. Good Lord. It made your toes curl in exhilaration.

Your breath caught at your throat but you met his gaze unflinchingly. "Well, sweetheart, if your performance is anything like tonight, I'd be better off betting on your opponent than on you."

Kenji grinned at your feisty remark, but refused to rise to your bait. "Come on, baby, I best get you home. Think fatigue's getting to your head, 'cause there's no way in hell I'm gonna lose next week."

A pang of disappointment tugged at your heart at the mention of going home, but knew that Kenji was right. The desserts the two of you had been eating were long gone. You watched as Kenji unlatched his helmet from the hooks on his bike.

Kenji noticed your sudden disquiet. He held the helmet to his hip, eying you carefully. He didn't want to drive you home yet, but he was not blind to the exhaustion in your eyes and the sleepy droop in your limbs.

"What?" He teased, approaching you. "No comeback?"

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from breaking out into giggles. God, this man. Instead, you shrugged your shoulders noncommittally. "Hey now, just didn't want to break your ego. I hear the big ones bruise like a peach."

His laugh was low and throaty. You could listen to him all day. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering briefly as if savoring the moment. "Come to my game. You can trample my ego any time. For now, I gotta get you home, angel."

The drive home was one that you swore you would never forget. Kenji insisted you sit in front.

"So I can catch you when you fall asleep, doll," He murmured against your ear as he caged you in with his arms. Strong, firm, and protective. His long legs crowded you in until you were snug and safely pressed against him.

There was no danger of you falling asleep, of course. Not when he held you so close, with your back to his warm chest. Your skin tingled, but not from the cold night air. It was as though he set fire to your entire being.

The ride felt unbelievably short and long at the same time. When he stopped in front of your apartment, you baulked at the idea of getting off his bike. Momentarily, you debated feigning sleep just so he would carry you over the threshold.

"Here we are, babe," He said softly, assuming that you had fallen asleep. You were grateful for the helmet that hid your blush.

Kenji walked you to your door, like the gentleman that he was. You reached your doorstep, and turned to face Kenji, lingering in the moment before saying good night. Kenji stood close, his hands buried deep in his pockets, a gesture that seemed more about self-restraint than warmth.

"Thank you for tonight," You said softly, your voice betraying the flutter in your chest.

Kenji nodded, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting yours again. "My pleasure."

Silence settled between you two, charged with unspoken words and the weight of mutual attraction. Kenji took a small step closer, enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. You held your breath, mind spinning with the possibilities of what could happen next. Kenji's eyes flickered down to your lips for a fleeting moment before meeting your gaze once more.

"I should go," Kenji murmured, though his tone held a hint of reluctance.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry as you struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, of course."

"Goodnight, Y/N," Kenji whispered, his voice low and intimate.

"Goodnight, Kenji," You replied softly.

Kenji turned and walked back to his motorcycle. You watched him go, your heart pounding with longing. The engine rumbled to life with a throaty growl as Kenji swung himself onto the seat, the familiar vibrations of the bike beneath him calming his racing thoughts. He adjusted his helmet, securing it snugly under his chin, before flicking on the headlights and glancing back at you one last time.

He waved back one last time before disappearing into the inky darkness.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! Had this sitting on my drafts for a week. I wrote and re-wrote this several times before I was finally satisfied. Let me know what you think! Like, reply, reblog!