Reading hot Percy fics

Yes, I'm still obsessed with Percy. Since I'm too tired to write, here is Fight Or Flight with a side of Percy I didn't picture. A rare, realistic, boyish Percy/Oliver.

"No," Percy replied testily. "Otherwise, why in the world would I require assistance? I'm Head Boy, and perfectly capable of--"

A flash of memory sparked on the edge of Oliver's vision, and yes, there was that time with the dead weight stones and Warbling Brook, and the seventh year that Percy was absolutely certain had cheated and thus must be brought to justice (though, in retrospect, Oliver would admit the experience to be rather educational, as having most of the bones in a person's body shattered tends to be an illuminating lesson in anatomy), and when Percy thought it would be a simply lovely idea to pry open the encyclopedia of banshees.

"Of getting us killed, apparently."

"That was not my objective," Percy said, neck stiffening.

"It never is," sighed Oliver.


Percy, sticking his nose into trouble out of sheer over-confidence and endless curiosity? I like it.