Note: PJO collab crackfic written by Sole, Prophe, and Allie. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hestia, fire, Mr. Blowfish, or Percy =D
Chapter Rating: T for attempted fluff :p
A/N: I'm not good at fluff…. Allie brings you…
Percy X Hestia!
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Waiting For You
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Face red from the freezing air, Percy raced inside his mother's house. After he'd shut the door, blocking out the flakes of snow and chill wind, he, still shivering, hung his coat up on the wooden rack and shook off his boots. "I hate shoveling," he muttered, yanking off his damp hat and gloves.
Percy called out, "Mom?" but got no response. He then remembered that she and Paul Blofis had gone out to dinner tonight, and he walked into the living room, where some logs lay untouched in the fireplace. Still shivering, Percy lit a match to some rolled up newspaper, and a flame caught.
"Hello, Percy," a whispery voice greeted.
He jumped back then said in relief, "Oh, hey, Hestia." He smiled. She was among his favorite of the gods. She was the last Olympian, simple and lovely as she was. "How're you?" He couldn't help but notice that today, Hestia was in the form of a seventeen-year-old girl, her dark, silky hair flowing over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were wide and alert and warm.
"I am well," she replied softly. "I came to see you especially today," she added with a smile.
Curious, Percy said, "Really? Why?" At this, he put his palms toward the rising flame. It was such a small fire, so weak, and Hestia seemed to sense it. She snapped her fingers and the fire grew large and warm, enveloping Percy in its heat. He muttered a quick "Thanks," before she answered him.
"No reason in particular," Hestia murmured. "I just wanted to see you again." Her words filled him with warmth hotter than the fire.
Not knowing what to say, Percy simply didn't respond. The way Hestia's dark eyes glowed with the flickering light of the fire was enchanting, however, and he stared into them for what felt like forever. "Thanks," Percy repeated, his voice low.
"For what?" asked Hestia, tilting her head to one side in confusion. She scooted closer to Percy, the two of them sitting on the maroon rug in front of the fireplace side by side.
Startled, Percy replied, "For being my favorite god." She gave a small laugh, and he added, "I mean, you're so nice and cheerful and haven't tried to kill me yet...."
"Thank you, Percy Jackson," she said, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder, "for saying this."
His face blushing a deep shade of pink, Percy smiled at Hestia. For lack of a better conversation starter, Percy asked, "What've you been doing?"
"Not much," said Hestia. "Really, all I have done was sit with families in front of their fires. I've been waiting."
Percy felt a tingling in his stomach as he asked, "Waiting for what?"
Looking deep into his eyes, Hestia murmured, "I've been waiting for you."
At this, Percy leaned in toward the god. This was instinct, not thinking about consequences, like if his mother walked in right now or if Chiron was peeping through the teen's windows again.
If anything, this kiss was magical. At least, it was to Percy. Never mind that he was kissing a thousand-of-years-old god, but she was sweet and lovable….
Percy tilted his head back, breaking the kiss, and gazed at Hestia. The corners of her lips turned up, and she said, "Why I was waiting for you, Percy Jackson." Then he blinked, and she was gone, the fire still roaring in its place.