p. jackson. ★ One more gift
𝒄: percy jackson ! f. reader ꪆৎ.
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───﹙1﹚ ONE MORE GIFT and your room would officially be out of walking space.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the point still stood: every single day your handsome, exasperating boyfriend acted like “investing in the future” meant burying you under a mountain of gifts.
And the worst part —or the best, depending on how you looked at it— was that it wasn’t even your birthday or any remotely special occasion.
No anniversaries, no holidays, not even a halfway decent excuse for all the things he’d been giving you ever since his mom married Paul. But in his defense, well… you were far too important for him to waste his money on anything that wasn’t for you.
Because if you were the most precious thing he thought he had, who was going to deny him the joy of seeing your face light up every time he showed up with a stuffed animal bigger than you?
“Perce…” Your eyes went wide as he walked over, carrying what had to be the fifth gift of the week.
A week that, by the way, had only lasted five days.
He beamed proudly, nearly dropping the flowers he was trying to juggle with the chocolates and yet another oversized plush. Honestly, you were starting to think his plan was to give you diabetes.
“Well?” he asked, mischief sparking in his eyes. “Isn’t it cute?”
Yeah, cute… like how he shoved everything into your arms just to snap a picture of you looking more ridiculous than the squashed face of your new bunny.
Still, you managed to set everything down on the blanket spread across the grass as Percy took his place.
“What even is this?” you frowned, trying to straighten the plushie’s lopsided head.
“A beautiful bunny,” he laughed, opening the box of chocolates he’d just given you only to pop one into his mouth.
You raised a brow at him.
“Percy, you know you don’t have to do all this, right? My bunk is already out of space.”
“And who said you have to sleep in your bunk?” he shot back with a grin. “I’m sure your siblings wouldn’t mind too much keeping quiet to Chiron if you snuck into my cabin and—”
You cut him off, pretending to be annoyed though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
“Being children of Aphrodite doesn’t mean they’ll cover up every romantic scandal.”
You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Everyone knew cabin ten and certain habits.
“Maybe… but still, you could spend your money on something other than me or—”
He shoved a chocolate into your mouth, silencing you on the spot.
“Percy—” you tried to talk through the chocolate, but it only came out as a muffled groan.
He clicked his tongue, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.
“Wow, you’d think children of the love goddess would fall harder for material gestures of affection.”
You swallowed and gave his arm a playful pinch.
"Are you seriously bribing me based on stereotypes?"
He pretended to think for a moment before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
“Maybe,” he said finally. “Do you mind?”
“It feels a little excessive,” you admitted.
“Come on, I just don’t mind spoiling you while I can,” he said, softer now, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s just… I like seeing you smile when you think I’m not looking.”
You blinked at him, your cheeks warming far more than they should have.
“I don’t smile because of the gifts,” you murmured. “I smile because it’s sweet—how you give me things I’m pretty sure you love more than I do. You’re like a little kid handing out his favorite toys.”
Percy’s cheeks flushed, his so-called confident grin twisting into something closer to embarrassment.
“Please. You know you like them,” he muttered, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah, sure,” you laughed. “Because clearly I adore shark plushies and blue candy.”
“Hey, I got you a bunny this time!” he protested, offended.
“My bed literally looks like an aquarium,” you teased. “My siblings might think it’s cute… if they weren’t too busy complaining that blue doesn’t match the cabin’s vibe.”
Percy opened his mouth, clearly ready to launch into a whole speech defending himself, but you scooted even closer and pressed your lips against his, shutting him up instantly. He smiled against your lips, tugging you closer.
“But seriously, the blue doesn’t match,” you whispered against his mouth.
“Ungrateful,” he murmured, just before tugging gently on your bottom lip with his teeth.
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