Jason had been such a pussy when he saw your scars.

He tried to be nice, sure, and drew little stars on them, but it was clear that the son of Jupiter wasn't too comfortable touching your mangled skin.

Oh, but Percy wasn't.

He took your hand, led you to a comfortable couch, before plopping down next to you and desperately grabbing your hands- trying to be gentle. Rolling up your sleeves, he saw all the marks, and didn't even flinch before pressing a kiss to the first one- there'd be many more.

"I still think you're beautiful," he whispered against your skin.