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{Percy x Reader} I Wanna Dream

Prompt: percy wakes up to something so amazing it has to be a dream...

Warnings: (surprise) it's angsty, actually has to do with death and stuff

Word Count: 543ish

The shining sun woke Percy up. He shifted under the cozy blankets he laid under, his eyes adjusting to the light before focusing on your face.

He smiled, taking a hand and stroking the side of your head. Your hair was so smooth, so angelic like. It seemed like there was a soft glow coming from you, and Percy could feel the grin on his face.

How did he get so lucky to be with someone as flawless as you?

Your eyes opened slowly, and you took a large breath before you squinted your eyes to get a look at Percy.

He chuckled as a light blush came across your cheeks, watching in amusement as you tugged the blankets up to your face. You snuggled into them, closing your eyes to fall asleep again.

Percy scooted over to you and lightly gave you a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then after moving the white duvet, your smooth lips.

"Mm.." You hummed, smiling when he pulled away.

"Good morning sweetheart," Percy mused, gazing at your sleepy figure. "sleep well?"

You nodded. "I dreamt that we went to Times Square, but it wasn't Times Square it was like a movie set? I don't know, it was weird,"

He laughed as you rambled on.

You yawned, stretching your arms out before moving yourself closer to him. "I want to keep sleeping, Perce...cuddle with me."

You laid on top of his chest and he put an arm around you, letting you drift away to sleep as he played with your delicate hair.

He took a deep breath, whispering in your ear gently. "I love you, Y/N."

You shifted your head to look at him, your eyes fluttering as if you were on the verge of sleep. Your lips formed a small smile.

"I'm dead, Percy."

Percy's eyes opened to a his dark cabin. The water from the fountain was flowing smoothly, as it usually did. He looked at the clock next to him, his hands shaking and his eyes tearing up to see that it read 4:23am.

He looked around frantically, searching the cabin as if he'd miraculously find you under his backpack.

"No," his shaky voice muttered, his throat beginning to burn like hell as tears threatened to fall. "No, Y/N."

Percy stood anxiously in the center of his cabin, hands tugging at his black hair as the room spun around him. He collapsed onto the floor, sobbing as he started to throw punches at the hard floor.

"Y/N," He begged. "Y/N, gorgeous, come back, please,"

He could see your death replaying in his head. It felt like your screams echoed off his cabin walls. He started to cry harder, because you were gone, he couldn't change that, you were gone for good.

Percy held his hands over his ears, rocking back and forth on the floor.

"Y-Y/N," He continued to stutter your name out, like if he had sobbed it enough you would come back to him. "p-plea-please."

But you weren't coming back.

You were dead.

You'd been dead for weeks now.

Percy tried to get better, but he just couldn't.

You were everything he lived for.

And now you were dead.