Various X Male or Non-Binary Reader

Percy Jackson - Sick Of Loosing Soulmates (by Doodie Clark)

(Play the song with it! :v)))))))))

At age twelve I was Percy's best friend when he first came to camp.

I became his friend after learning he was just as fucked up as me.
We were on the same team for capture the flag. When I couldn't save him from getting his ass kicked, leading to his claim. A son of the big three was out of my league. But at that age it didn't matter. All I cared about was that he was my friend.

I accompanied his quests. His adventures the good days and the bad days. I watched him fall for Annabeth. And I was happy for them.

At age fourteen I broke down with Annabeth when we learned of Percy's disappearance.

Annabeth went crazy. Counting every minute he was gone while I finally figured out I was in love with Percy Jackson. This only made the fact he was missing hit harder. I traveled to New York. Took the elevator to Olympus. I tried tearing down the doors of Olympus for him. Only to fail leaving myself a mess of blood, sweat, and tears crying at the doors. Begging the gods to tell me where he was. With only silence in return. I won't be alone again.

I returned to camp. Only to see Percy back. But... With Annabeth.

It sunk in that he loved her more than he could ever love me. I knew I couldn't win. I kept my distance. Thinking if I stayed away I couldn't get hurt.

Though it hurt to stay away. I felt it was for the best. I ate away from the pavilion. I stayed on the opposite team in capture the flag. I hid away in my cabin, thinking if I stayed away, the pain would too.

In a game of capture the flag. He spotted me, on the other team. He came forward. To which I began defending the boarder of the two teams. A boarder that seemed to only emphasize the boundaries I made.

"(M/N). Why have you been ignoring me?" He asked. I had my weapon ready. I was ready to defend the boarders I made. Psychologically and physically.

"Stay away Jackson." I spoke. Steadier than I thought I could.

"Dude. I haven't talked to you in weeks. You've been avoiding me since I came back." He said. I lowered my weapon. I felt my eyes water. And I knew he could tell. He knew of every source of water. Even if it was just a simple tear in a battlefield.

"I can't handle being around you Jackson. It's the only way I'll be safe." I whispered.

"Safe from what?" He asked.

I couldn't tell him. He'd be heartbroken. Finding out I was avoiding him because of fallen for him? He'd hate me for the fact. I sprinted into my territory. Trying to avoid it all together. Percy raced after me.

"(M/N)! Get back here!" He yelled. I jumped over fallen trees, through standing bushes, and other campers. We've on my heels the entire way.

I pushed myself harder with every step. Sprinting harder than I thought I ever could until Percy tackled me.

My weapon and shield went flying I squirmed beneath his grasp as I flipped over trying to pry him away so I could make my escape. Percy was doubt stronger than me. He effortlessly pinned me by my wrists, straddling my waist as I still tried to escape him.

"Stop!" He yelled. I snapped still. Frozen in fear.

"(M/N). You're my best friend. I can't handle you ignoring me like this." He said. Searched his eyes for a second meaning. Possibly 'I love you'. Which never came.

"I need you." He said. I closed my eyes. Thinking maybe this was a dream. Maybe I could just wake up and find out Percy loved me more than a friend.

But dreams don't come true.

I wrapped my heart in layers of celestial bronze, which he could never break. I needed a friend. I needed Percy.

"I've just been sick," I lied, "I didn't want to pass it onto you." Percy smiled. The smile that killed me and beant that bronze my heart was wrapped in.

"Gods you scared me." He laughed. Letting me go.

I smiled sadly. If he only knew...

At age sixteen I found out he and Annabeth began dating.

I locked myself away in my cabin. I knew it was bound to happen. I knew he loved her. I knew she loved him. I even supported him, even if it broke my heart.

I lay on my bunk staring at the ceiling, eyes sunken and unwavering as the door opened.

"(M/N)?"

I closed my eyes. Letting that voice wash over. The voice I wanted to say 'I love you,' but only to me.

"Did you hear?" He asked, excited. I plastered a fake smile.

"Of course I heard." I said. He smiled so bright I couldn've mistook him for a star.

"Gods I feel so lucky." He gushed. I smiled.

"Yeah. Annabeth is a lucky girl Perc." I said. Percy finally looked to me.

"Dude you look like shit." He said with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, I'm sick. Don't worry." I smiled. Feeling like the world was ending in my small bubble of camp.

"Oh, get well soon bro." He said before leaving my cabin. I looked back to the ceiling.

"She's lucky..."

At age nineteen I was Percy and Annabeth's neighbor in New Rome for college. I didn't live with them of course. But became even closer to them in our time as neighbors.

At age twenty six I was Percy's best man at his and Annabeth's wedding.

I never stopped loving him. And seeing Annabeth walk down the aisle to be his forever only slapped me in the face more.

"I found my soulmate (M/N)! Can you believe it?" He asked as we watched Annabeth walk down the aisle. I gave my professional fake smile.

"Yeah Percy. And she's a lucky girl."

I stood by as the preacher went through the vows. I felt my eyes water at the sight. She looked so happy holding his hand at the alter. The ring he worked for weeks to get fit perfectly on her fingers.

"If anyone wishes to oppose this marriage; speak now or forever hold your peace." The preacher said. I wanted to shout. Tell him I object. Tell Percy I loved him. That I want him as my boyfriend, my husband.

But it stayed quiet. Like I always did.

"You may now kiss the bride." I looked down. I never could watch them kiss. And now that it sealed them together as husband and wife for the rest of their lives. I couldn't watch all the more. Gods knew I couldn't win.

I'm sick of loosing soulmates,
So where do we begin?
I can finally see you're as fucked up as me,
So how do we win?
Yeah, I'm sick of loosing soulmates, won't be alone again.
I can finally see you're as fucked up as me,
So how do we win?

A/N
Someone asked for angst. I gave them angst.

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Dan