Percy Jackson x Reader (Don't Push Your Luck) (8)

Cupid is being acted by a son of Aphrodite, whose name I think is Liam. He really bellows his lines with emotion and sincerity.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, I groan, "Will I always be unwed?"

Apollo frowns impatiently. "This role seriously isn't that hard to even pretend to enjoy it. So many other girls clammered for the part. Are you feeling alright, Annabeth?"

"Just fine and dandy, Lord Apollo." I reply half-heartedly.

He shakes his head slowly. "OK. But I am the god of medicine so please do let me know if you feel unwell. Even for you, Annabeth, this is very uncharacteristic." Striding off is the next thing he does.

Percy, who plays as one of Psyche's admirers, walks up to me, a concerned expression on his face. "Yeah, Wise Girl. You're usually so sharp and alert. Today, you've forgotten most of your dialogue and you mixed up the robes. Are you sure you're fine and dandy in the memory compartment up there?"

Because it's Percy, I nod, smiling. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit more tired than normal."

Albeit I know he's unconvinced, he grins back and says, "Don't push yourself, Wise Girl. And try this play. Please? For me?" He widens those hypnotic sea-green eyes, looking like a cute baby seal that needs help. (A/N: Piper's reference! Gods, it's so accurate)

I smile and nod. Percy chuckles and hugs me. Momentarily, I melt into the embrace, then Percy pulls away and walks off.

Once again, I rehearse, with a bit more 'razzamattazz'. When Apollo checks back on me, he looks genuinely pleased. "Well done, Annie."

When we went through the whole thing twice, Apollo had an expression of complete happiness and pride. "You've done amazingly; all of you. I'm sure the audience will love this when we perform next week."

(Name), who gotten a part as Psyche's eldest sister, had appeared and that sparked my memory.

"Hey, (Name)!" I call loudly, 'excuse me'ing my way through the throng of actors/actresses with makeup and robes.

Frowning, she turns her head. Her frown deepens once she notices it's me calling her. "Annabeth? What do you want?"

"Are you in any kind of friendship with Percy?" I say 'friendship' as you would say 'poison'.

(Name)'s eyes temporarily glaze with shock, then she straightens up and spits, "Fish stick? (Nickname for Percy belongs to ) Why would I have anything to do with that sea crap?"

"Oh . . . no reason." I respond. Even though I know children of Ares are professional liars, I have this strong feeling (Name) isn't being honest. "I just have this hunch that you're connected with Seaweed Brain."

She rolls her eyes. "Your hunch is incorrect, Owl Face." Turning, she stomps off.

Quickly, I grip her shoulder so she can't move another step.

"Tell me the absolute truth." I say every word slowly and I fix my stormy grey eyes on (Name). "Are you in any way connected with Percy?"

Like the hardcore badass she is, she raises an eyebrow - unimpressed - and twists herself from my death grip.

"See ya, Owl Face." She yells as she walks away.

"Gods damn it . . ." I murmur to myself. In the dressing room, I tear off Psyche's robe and yank on my normal attire. My thoughts stray to (Name). How much do I know about her? She's Clarisse's half-sister, so she's a child of Ares. She's a hardcore badass, that's for sure. She has this way when looking at you and her gaze sends terrified shudders cascading down your spine. She likes to call me 'Owl Face'. She has (h/l), (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. She's reasonable in archery. She's exceptional and lethal with a sword. What would Percy see in her?

The next thing on my schedule is lunch so I walk to the mess hall. Plonking myself down in a seat next to Lily, another child of Athena, I look at Chiron.

"Good afternoon, campers!"

Most of us grunt a half-hearted reply.

"So, this afternoon won't be very different. Archery, woodwork, arts and crafts with the Athena cabin and whatnot. With that said and done," - he raises his goblet - "to the gods!"

I order Coke from my goblet, then mutter, "To the gods!" like everyone else. 

Once the offering and the meal is done, we begin the afternoon. Archery was uneventful - the same for woodworks. The Hephaestus kids were brilliant made the most detailed monster. Arts and craft was much more fun as we sculpted the different nymphs. Percy, of course, sculpted a naiad. My tree nymph was lopsided and looked really deformed. I had pouted and looked really disappointed.

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As I'm trudging back to my cabin to go to sleep, I hear a twig snap and a giggle. I frown and wander over to the sound.

There, behind the Poseidon cabin, is Percy holding (Name) closely, cupping her cheeks in his hands. He's gazing at her with an expression I can't fathom.
 
The penny drops.

It all clicks . . .

I had known Percy and (Name)'s relationship originally anyway! I had a spell put on me so I forgot. Honestly, they looked adorable and so perfect together. Don't you dare tell anyone I confessed this!

Chuckling, Percy leans closer and passionately kisses (Name). They continue this for five more minutes. I retreat behind a tall tree as Percy and her go into the Poseidon cabin. Clarisse would be wondering where (Name) was! Or did Clarisse also have spell so she was neutral with the relationship?

I narrow my eyes at the Poseidon cabin door, and stomp my way back to my cabin.

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Your P.O.V:

You giggle as Percy sets you down on his bed. He leans in closer, and you grab his collar and crash your lips onto his. Carefully, he positions himself over you so you can't feel even a gram of his weight. Entangling his fingers into your hair, he returns your kiss with just as much ferocity and love. His lips are salty flavoured, you have recently noticed. Not that you're complaining, or anything. You didn't expect anything more or less from a son of Poseidon.

His tongue enters your mouth, exploring your wet cavern. (A/N: Gods, that sounds wrong! D= ) 

"(Name)," He huskily whispers, in between lip locks.

"Mm?" You respond, too love-struck to use proper words.

"I love you." He smiles, those beautiful sea-green eyes gazing at your face.

"I love you more." You coo quietly, tracing your fingers down his neck.

"I love you more, more." He quips, making you giggle and him grin.

Planting several soft and tender kisses on your lips, he flicks a stray strand of hair from your face. Honestly, you want to stay here; in his strong, comforting arms, in this position forever. But, as you already know, you can't.

After an hour of this cuddly scene, you feel tired as it is really dark.

"Do you want to go back to the Ares cabin?" Percy asks.

"No fucking way in Tartarus." You smile.

Percy smiles back, relieved. "Do you want to stay here?"

You softly beam. You huggle your face even deeper into his chest, and wrap your arms round his torso. "For as long as half-humanely possible."

He chuckles and winds his arms round your neck.

The last thing you remember before you sleep is Percy whispering sweet and sincere 'I love you's over and over in your ear.
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