Percy Jackson x reader one shots

Piper McLean had always been confident. Her charm, her beauty, and the way she could talk her way out of almost any situation made her stand out among the many demigods at Camp Half-Blood. But recently, there was something she couldn't quite shake—a feeling that she wasn't enough, or rather, she wasn't the kind of *enough* you seemed to want.

You. The son of a powerful god, always calm and thoughtful, with a sharp mind and a gaze that seemed to miss nothing. She noticed the way you interacted with everyone at camp, how you could hold a deep conversation one moment and crack jokes the next. And, if she was being honest, she noticed how you looked at other girls too.

But it was a conversation she accidentally overheard one night that changed everything.

It was late, and Piper was returning from the campfire when she overheard you talking to your brothers, laughing and talking about your preferences when it came to girls. You had been talking about beauty, but more specifically, about the things you found interesting in someone's appearance.

"Yeah, I think girls with shaved heads are pretty cool," you said, your voice light but sincere. "It's bold. It says something about them, you know? Like they're not afraid to stand out. I just think that's kinda... hot."

Piper froze, her heart racing as she realized you were talking about her, or at least the version of her that could be. A girl who was bold, different, confident enough to make such a drastic decision about her appearance.

In that moment, Piper didn't know what came over her. Something fierce, something impulsive. She needed to do something—anything—to show you that she was just as bold, just as confident.

The next morning, she was up before dawn, standing in front of a mirror in one of the camp's cabins. Her fingers brushed against her hair, her chest tightening with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. She knew she had to do it. She had to prove that she could be that girl.

And so, with a deep breath, she took a razor, and in one fluid motion, Piper McLean shaved her head.

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The camp was buzzing as usual, but Piper walked with a newfound sense of purpose. She felt the cool air brush against her scalp, the skin exposed for the first time in years. As she walked through the training fields, she could see the other campers staring at her, unsure of what to make of the dramatic change.

But Piper didn't care. She felt free, untethered, and that was all that mattered.

That is, until she saw you.

You were sitting by the training field, talking to your brothers, when you looked up. Your eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. You didn't immediately speak, but the surprise was evident on your face. You stood up slowly, walking toward her, your expression unreadable but curious.

"Piper," you said, your voice soft with a hint of awe. "Is that...?"

Piper swallowed, suddenly feeling exposed in a way she hadn't expected. "Yeah," she said, her voice steady but her heart racing. "I figured... I'd try something new."

You stepped closer, taking in the sight of her. Her bold move, her shaved head that made her look even more fierce, even more stunning than before. A quiet smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

"You look amazing," you said, the words almost surprising you as they left your lips. "Like, really incredible."

Piper's cheeks flushed with warmth at your words, and for a second, she forgot all about the nerves. She smiled, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. "I'm glad you think so."

There was a slight pause before you spoke again, your gaze softening as you met her eyes. "I think you're... pretty amazing in general. Honestly, I've been wanting to ask you out for a while, but I didn't know if you'd be interested."

Piper's heart skipped a beat, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "I'd love to go out with you."

The words felt right, and as soon as they were out, she couldn't help but smile. The uncertainty, the fear of being too bold, too different—it melted away in the warmth of your gaze.

You grinned, your hand brushing against hers in a gentle touch. "How about tonight? Dinner at that little spot by the lake?"

"I'd like that," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I'll be there."

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Later that evening, Piper met you by the lake, the golden light of the setting sun casting a beautiful glow on everything around them. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she waited. Her head, still smooth from the shave, was covered with a scarf, but she felt nothing but confidence.

When you arrived, you looked even more handsome than she remembered. You were dressed casually but with that effortless style that she had always admired. There was something about you—about the way you carried yourself, the way you listened to her as though everything she said mattered.

You offered her a gentle smile as you approached. "You look even more beautiful than I imagined," you said, the sincerity in your voice making her heart swell.

Piper smiled softly. "Thank you. Honestly, I'm glad I did it. I've never felt more... like myself."

The two of you found a quiet spot by the water, and as the evening unfolded, you found yourselves lost in conversation. You talked about everything—your past, your hopes for the future, what you wanted out of life. There was a comfort in each other's company that neither of you had anticipated, but it felt so natural, so right.

As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you reached over and took her hand, your thumb gently brushing across her skin. Piper turned to look at you, the moonlight reflecting in your eyes.

"I'm glad I met you," you said softly, your voice steady but filled with emotion. "You're incredible, Piper. Really."

Her heart fluttered, and before she could say anything, you leaned in, closing the space between you. Your lips met in a kiss that was gentle but full of meaning. In that moment, everything felt like it had fallen into place.

When you pulled away, you both smiled shyly at each other, but there was an unspoken understanding between you. This was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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Months passed, and your relationship blossomed. You and Piper spent more and more time together, each day growing closer. You found ways to support each other, whether it was during the quiet nights in camp or in the heat of battle when the stakes were higher. Piper had never felt more loved, more accepted. And with you, she felt like she could be completely herself—bold, strong, and unafraid.

And then, one day, as you both sat together on the porch of her cabin, watching the sunset, you took her hand in yours, your gaze soft and filled with tenderness.

"Piper," you said, your voice serious but filled with warmth. "I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone. Will you marry me?"

Piper's breath caught in her throat as she looked at you, her heart soaring with joy. She had never expected her life to lead her to this moment, but now that she was here, everything felt so right.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Yes, I'll marry you."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss her, a promise of a lifetime together. A lifetime where she could always be herself, where she could embrace every bold, daring part of who she was.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you knew that this was just the beginning of the greatest adventure of all—together.

A/n Guys picture aang and katara from atla as jason grace and Piper McLean