Percy Jackson Imagines

Percy Jackson || I'm Your Hero

You say on your bed clutching The Blood of Olympus close to your chest. You couldn't believe that this was the last edition of your beloved hero's story. Over the past years you had grown rather fond of the main character Percy Jackson and wished so much that he and these stories were real. However, you knew that the world of gods and monsters was just fiction and that the closest you could get to the demigods was through books and fanfiction.

"(Y/n)!" your mother called from downstairs. "Hurry up or we'll be late!"

You shoved the book into your bag and dashed out of your room. You slipped on your shoes and sped to the car. "Let's go!"

Your mother laughed as she started the car. "I don't think I've seen you run that fast since--"

"The time we will not speak of," you said cutting her off. "But it's a Rick Riordan book signing mom, he has to sign my book otherwise I'm gonna die."

"Doubt it but I get your point." She drove out of your neighborhood toward your local Barnes and Noble. "I just don't see why we have to leave three hours early."

"I wanted to leave twelve hours early. I was prepared to stake out." 

She pulled into the parking lot where a line of teenagers that wrapped around the building was visible.

You groaned. "Are you serious!"

"(Y/n), relax, I'm sure you'll get your book signed, you'll just have to wait in line."

You said nothing as you bolted out of the car to get in line.

About a half hour passed before a car pulled up and Rick Riordan climbed out with a boy in a blue hoodie. The boy's hood was pulled down so no one could see his face.

An excited shriek rose from the line as everyone muscled forward to get a good look. Unfortunately all that muscling pushed you out of line.

You fell into a puddle splashing mud and water all over yourself. You quickly got up before the water could penetrate your bag and ruin your book. You gingerly brushed some of the water off and turned to get back in line.

"Hey!" the girl that was behind you shouted. "Not cuts."

"But I was just standing there!" you argued.

"So what? Back of the line!" she shouted.

You flinched but made your way to the end of the line which stretched all the way across the block. Once there you opened your bag to check your book which, thankfully, remained unscathed. You breathed a sigh of relief and zipped your bag back up.

The line progressed slower than a snail. When you were about halfway to the doors, the girl who demanded that you return to the end of the line waltzed out with her signed books and smirked at you.

As the sun started to go down you started getting cold, but you didn't bring a jacket. You wrapped your arms around your torso as you shivered. Finally you made it inside.

Sitting about thirty feet in front of you was Rick Riordan signing a book. Sitting next to him was the boy in his hoodie.

The boy glanced up at you and sea green eyes met you (e/c) ones.

Your breath hitched as you studied his features.

Black hair rested on his head in a messy mop and his sea green eyes sparkled. A beaded necklace rested against his collar bone and the collar of an orange shirt peaked out.