jacksonisawriter

[jacksonisawriter]

Born to Die - Luke Castellan x OC fanfic

Chapter 1

Aziza Banks heard him before she ever saw his face. 

She was on patrol when she heard a scream of agony. Her feet pounded the forest floor as she unsheathed her sword. 

In the moonlight, she saw Grover, a satyr protector, holding back two kids. One young girl with matted hair, covered in dirt and leaves. She had grey piercing eyes. A boy, older, about her age, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was crying and screaming, yelling at Grover to let him go. 

Aziza looked over to where they were looking, and she saw two giant cyclopes, the size of full-grown trees. She saw a girl, a bit younger than herself. She had black spiked hair, and a leather jacket, and was holding what seemed to be a spear. 

Aziza’s hand tightened around her sword. 

“Get them out of here” Aziza ordered looking at Grover. She could see the fear in his eyes yet he nodded and used his strength to drag them across the camp border. 

“Kid! Get away from them!” Aziza tried to order the spear-wielding girl but she was unheard by the roars of the cyclopes. Aziza runs forward as she sees one of the cyclope’s fists go to attack the girl. She blocks it with her sword, her shoes digging into the damp soil. She grits her teeth as she pushes the fist away and swings her sword, connecting it with the cyclope’s shoulder. The arm severs clean off. Aziza pushes the other girl away before she ducks nearly missing the other fist of the cyclopes. She raises her sword stabs the cyclopes in its stomach and watches as the monster turns into golden dust. 

Aziza breathes heavily as she turns and looks down expecting to see the girl from before. What she didn’t expect to see, was the amount of blood streaming down the side of her face, her lightning-blue eyes unfocused.

“Hey hey hey, you’re okay. You’re going to be okay. I’m going to get you to camp and they are going to heal you and you’ll be good as new in a few days” Aziza said holding the girl's hand, frantically looking around for any sign of help. “I need a medic!” she yells into the empty forest, hoping someone heard her. Unfortunately, someone did. 

Aziza yells as something grabs her by the hair and throws her into a tree. She lets out another small scream as her back collides with the wide trunk and she falls to the ground. 

She yells and screams profanities, “Turn around and fight me bitch! You’re too fucking weak to fight me without my back being turned!” 

She watches, helplessly, as the cyclopes turn towards the blue-eyed girl and fling her toward camp. 

Aziza hastily gets up and finds her sword. She was using it to hold herself up as she stumbles towards her second cyclopes of the night. 

“C’mon big fella! I killed your brother with ease! Let’s see if you can prove to be more of a challenge” 

The cyclopes’ attention directs itself towards Aziza. Aziza whispers a prayer to any god who is willing to listen as she braces herself, holding her sword up high. Suddenly, a lightning bolt strikes the Cyclops where he stood turning him into gold dust. Another lightning bolt struck right where Aziza guessed the girl had landed previously. Aziza rushes over and falls to her knees next to the girl. She watches in shock, as the girl’s limbs turn into roots and the rest of her skin starts to resemble tree bark. She watches silently, as a giant pine tree stands where the blue-eyed girl once laid. 

“How are they doing?” Aziza asks. She sits on top of the counter as she studies the two demigods. She has been coming in there every day for the past 5 days and they have yet to wake up. Aziza learned their names from Grover. The boy was named Luke and the girl was named Annabeth. According to the satyr the three of them have survived on their own for years before they were found by him. 

“They would be doing better if you stopped hovering” the medic replies. He was a child of Apollo, as told by his golden blonde hair and blue eyes. Most of Apollo’s kids were either medics, archers, or singers. A couple of rare ones were amazing at sports. 

Aziza rolled her eyes, “I am not hovering, but fine, I’ll leave and come back later” She jumped down from the counter, and as soon as her feet hit the floor Annabeth started to groan and flutter her eyes open. In response to Annabeth, Luke does the same thing. Aziza watches as the medic grabs two small cups of nectar. 

“I’ll see you later Jake” Aziza says as she leaves the infirmary, the guilt of that night weighing the girl down. 

Aziza is in her cabin when she hears her name being called and the sound of hooves. She stands up from her bed and stands at attention as she sees Chiron and Luke standing in the doorway. 

“Aziza, this is Luke. Child of Hermes. I assure you give him a warm welcome and give him a tour around camp.” Chiron says. As a response, Aziza gives the centaur, half human - half horse, a short nod. Chiron smiles at her before turning around and leaving. As soon as Aziza sees him walk away her stance relaxes. 

“Fuck!” Aziza yells and kicks the leg of the bed that used to be hers. But now, since Luke is here, she has to sleep in a sleeping bag as Hermes children have priority. Even though she is the Head of Hermes Cabin; she is the oldest and has been at camp the longest, but her bed is the only one available. 

She turns to look at Luke. “Sorry, I’m not always this angry. I haven’t eaten yet” 

Luke’s smile is tight as his eyes become a bit teary. 

Aziza walks to a storage closet and pulls out a sleeping bag, placing it in an unoccupied space on the floor. She places any belongings she has near her sleeping bag and starts to take off the old sheets. 

“I’m sorry” Aziza starts as she pulls off the pillowcases. Aziza doesn’t look up at him as she apologizes. “I promise that I did everything I could. I wasn’t fast enough, but I’m going to get faster. I swear it on the River of Styx” 

Luke looked up as he heard thunder rumbling outside even though it was sunny and about 80 degrees. 

“I’m sure you did everything you could” Luke choked out. He takes a look around the cabin. The cabin was full, despite the two demigods being the only people in there. Clothes and personal belongings were spilling out of the few dressers scattered around. There was a small trail that you could walk along to avoid stepping on sleeping bags that covered the floor. “Why do so many people live in this cabin?” 

“Hermes, your father, is the God of Travellers and Thieves. He is also the god of a lot of things I am too forgetful to remember. So I suggest keeping anything valuable close to you as these kids have sticky fingers. If they don’t know what cabin to put you in, as there is a cabin for all of the Olympians, then you’re put here. Cabin Eleven welcomes all newcomers and all visitors. Luckily, you were claimed by Hermes so you get a bed instead of a stiff sleeping bag like the rest of the undetermined” 

Aziza grabs fresh sheets from the storage closet and places them on the now bare bed. “This bed is yours. Enjoy it” 

Luke couldn’t help but hear the slight bitterness in her tone. 

“Are you undetermined?” Luke couldn’t help but ask as he watched her unroll her sleeping bag. He watched as she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. He couldn’t help but admire the girl in front of him. Her hair was styled with locs that went down to her shoulders. They were decorated with plastic gold clips and shells on the ends. Luke wondered if Annabeth would like a hairstyle like hers. 

“I am,” Aziza answered shortly. 

“How long have you been undetermined?” 

“I got here when I was 7. I’m 14 now. You do the math. Let’s start your tour.” 

Aziza did a perfect “about face” which is the name of a 180° pivot used in the military Luke noticed. He also noticed how she stood at attention when Chiron was at the door but didn’t look at him directly in the eye. 

Aziza and Luke start walking around. She shows him all of the cabins, the pegasus stables, the strawberry fields, the Mess Hall, and the dock where the nyads came out to play.

 Aziza couldn’t help but smile when she talked about camp. It was her home and she has grown to love it over the years. 

Luke listened intensely, he was hanging on to every word. 

The tour ended at this giant field. 

“This is where we play capture the flag. My favorite activity” 

“Why is this your favorite?” Luke asked.

 Aziza smirked before answering. “Because of kleos, also known as glory”

[jacksonisawriter]

In A Good Way

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: basically episode two but if clarisse had a gf (so what should have been canon pretty much)

a/n: sorry dior is so fine i had to get the thoughts out this is kinda shitty also but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

In A Good Way - Faye Webster

warnings: some violence, swearing, soft and ooc clarisse but only bc i wholeheartedly believe she is soft only for her gf and i love soft clarisse, also protective!clarisse my weakness, i’m insane, cringe, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

You watch Clarisse bump into the poor boy.

You’re sitting with your siblings, Tyla and Jackie, but your eyes were drawn to her even across the courtyard. Your eyes are always drawn to her.

She shoulders him hard, then immediately turns around and pushes him straight to the ground. Tyla gasps next to you as he crashes sharply into the dirt.

“Your girlfriend is a literal menace, Y/N,” Jackie scoffs.

“How do you think I feel having to deal with her?”

You really do feel bad for the boy, Percy, you think. Regardless of whether or not he really killed the Minotaur (Clar spent the entire night talking your ear off about how it simply can’t be true) it’s his first day at camp. He’s helpless, to say the least.

Feeling less than your whole life and then finally coming to a place where everyone else is like you, finally getting answers- it’s a shock.

You always feel bad for every new camper. Especially the young and tiny ones like him. Besides, you like his cute blonde hair.

“Oh, haha,” Jackie rolls her eyes. “You love her.”

You start to get up, faking a dramatic sigh, “I do.”

Tyla giggles as you walk away and come into earshot.

“Hey. Knock it off, Clarisse. It’s like his first day, come on.” Luke seems as unimpressed as he always does, slightly apathetic, as another Hermes cabin member tugs Percy up.

“Wait, so, this is the kid who killed the Minotaur. Is that right?” she takes a step forward, a misleading smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Percy says, awkwardly looking around.

“I’ll bet,” she smiles, her eyes lighting up in prospect of someone new to torture. “Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes.”

Her eyes meet yours.

“Clarisse!” you say in a sing-song voice, walking up to her and placing your hand on her shoulder. “He’s, like, twelve.”

“Oh, but he’s strong enough to kill a Minotaur?”

Your eyes lock, her hand brushes your hip, and you get those same cliche butterflies in your stomach you always do when you look at her.

You smile.

You see her eyes soften.

She turns back to Percy after a moment, faking forward, and he flinches so hard he almost falls back.

Her and her Ares siblings laugh, you roll your eyes, and push her away. She walks away, her siblings in tow, and you turn back to Luke.

On Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth’s last stretch to camp, they came across you. Your satyr protector had been killed by a monster protecting you, and Luke had held your hand and promised that all of you were going to make it to camp.

You’ll always have that bond with Luke, even though Clar hates his guts and his best swordsman in camp title.

You place your arm on his shoulder, he slings a loose arm around your waist.

Luke is pretty much the only person who can get away with touching you like this, or else they’ll receive a nice message from Clarisse in the form of a dagger barely missing their face.

“Ares kids,” Luke explains to Percy. “They come by it honestly. You got lucky today. If Y/N hadn’t come around, you probably would have gotten knocked over again.”

“Hi,” you say, sticking out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” Percy shakes your hand, smiling awkwardly.

“She’s Clarisse’s girlfriend and the only thing that stands between the camp and total destruction.”

“Oh,” Percy says, not quite able to hide his surprise and slight disgust. “She seems… nice.”

“Well, if you look like me, she’ll love you. But… I don’t think that’ll happen.”

Percy chuckles a bit.

“Why don’t they bother you?” he asks Luke.

“Ah, they know better,” he says, squeezing you closer to him.

“Yeah, Luke’s the best swordsman in camp,” one of Luke’s siblings says. You can see something in Percy’s eyes, a light that reminds you a bit of Clar.

“So, they stay away from you because, glory? So, if I get glory, Clarisse wouldn’t mess with me either?”

“Exactly,” Luke affirms. You look at him out of the corner of your eye. What the Hades is he teaching him?

“And people think I’m a big deal?”

“Well, sorta-”

“And my dad’s got no choice but to claim me.”

Oh. Your heart squeezes for him.

“You… you can’t force the Gods to do anything,” Luke says, trying not to hurt Percy too much.

“Well, yeah, but… it would make it a lot harder for him to pretend I don’t exist, right?”

“Maybe,” Luke concedes.

“Great. Where do we start?”

You laugh. “Ooh, I like the way you think.” You slip away from Luke, smiling at Percy. “Come find me if you wanna try your hand at some Aphrodite skills.”

—-

You find Clarisse sitting outside her cabin at a picnic table, polishing her spear, her favorite activity.

You sit down next to her.

“Hey, baby,” she murmurs, a bit too entranced with the gift from her father.

“I only have a few minutes before I go to archery, but… I think you’ll enjoy this.” She looks over at you for a second, then right back to the spear. “Don’t make me charmspeak you, La Rue.”

“Okay. Okay, sorry, what?” she sets the spear down in her lap, staring up at you with a smile as if she hadn’t been ignoring you a second ago.

“Percy Jackson wants to find glory so you’ll stop bothering him,” she snorts, “and so his father will have to claim him.”

She hums.

“Well, I like him. I think he’s cute.”

She shoots you a bored look.

“Don’t say horrible things like that.”

You play with a curl hanging over her shoulder. “We both know I’ll say whatever I want.”

“Oh, I know.”

—-

“What happened to you?”

You turn to look at Clarisse’s smirking face.

“What?”

She rolls her eyes. “C’mere,”

You lean forward, across the space between the Aphrodite cabin and the Ares cabin tables. Clarisse puts her hand to your face, thumb tracing along your cheekbone. She pulls back, and you stare at her dirt covered thumb.

“You’re covered in dirt, gorgeous.”

You hurriedly raise your hand up to your face, groaning when your palm does in fact come away covered in dirt.

“Percy is definitely not a child of Apollo,” you mutter.

“What d’you mean?” Clarisse asks, handing you a few extra napkins as you begin to wipe off your face, a spot on your shirt you had noticed.

“Luke’s taking him around, trying to figure out what he’s got a talent for. It was funny, actually, he shot the arrow over all of us on the side and we all went crashing into the ground.”

She doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do.

“It was an accident, Clar!” you say, all sing-song again.

“Oh, I’m sure it was. Exactly why I don’t believe he killed that Minotaur.”

“Adrenaline makes even mortals do crazy things.”

“You don’t kill a Minotaur with adrenaline,” she hisses.

—-

Capture the Flag is held the next day. Clarisse and two of her siblings have been particularly pissed off all morning, and no matter how much you bug her, she only says “you’ll see” in this horribly nerve-wracking tone.

You have the same job you do every game. Sit in front of the flag, and charmspeak anyone who tries to come near it.

You’re decent with a bow, okay with a sword, but this is one area where you really shine, where you can really help.

After the first game, the blue team has learned to wear ear plugs when they come near you. But you’re like a siren, you come around and take out their ear plugs anyways. They’re scared to touch you, because one of the Ares kids will run right off to Clarisse, and she tells you all the time that she’d rather lose dessert privileges for a month then see you with one scratch.

Chiron stands imposingly on the large rock at the start of the small river that divides the two halves of the woods.

“The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor.”

You know these rules by heart.

Ever since your first Game, the day you met Clarisse, you’ve loved them. You’re not the most violent person, nothing near Clar and her insatiable thirst for competition, but there’s just something about the game.

She walks forward through the sea of red-marked armor, digging her spear into the ground and glaring at what you can only assume to be Percy Jackson.

“Any magical items you may possess are permitted as well. Every camper who is not injured has to play. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged.”

You suppress a laugh at that rule. That one was only implemented a few games ago, right after the one where you had been taken prisoner and tied with vines to a tree. When Clar had heard, she actually almost murdered a few kids and maimed some more.

Although it made keeping prisoners a little awkward, Chiron had proclaimed it was in everyone’s best interests.

“Let the games begin!” he shouts, the conch blows, and the entire team screams in a terrifying war cry.

The blue team bangs their shields and weapons together, and now you have 20 minutes before game on.

Clarisse is the captain of your team, of course. She marches around barking orders to everyone, as if their positions aren’t already drilled into their heads.

“Hey Clar,” you say. You’re surrounded by a few Ares kids, a few other good fighters, ready to protect the flag and by extension you- with their lives.

Capture the flag games are taken seriously.

She looks at the red flag in your hands, smiling in that smug way she always does. She doesn’t smile this way when it’s just you and her, but you can still see the softness in her eyes even now. With Clarisse, her emotions are all about the eyes.

“You all know what you’re doing?” she asks. All the kids behind you nod. “Good,” she smirks, starting to walk away.

“Are you hunting in your usual woods today?” you ask, heading in the same direction as her.

She smiles, a full toothy grin.

“Oh, baby, I have something even better planned.”

Clarisse is not one to change the strategy.

You can’t get it out of your head what she’s been saying about Percy.

“If you kill someone, I’m killing you.”

She just smiles.

—-

One of the kids holds the flag from up on a rock, acting like a lookout. You lean against that rock, your armor digging into your thighs at the awkward angle, waiting for someone to come. Everyone else surrounds you in the flag, in battle stances.

The conch blew about 20 minutes ago, and you should be seeing someone soon.

“I think Luke’s coming,” Corey, the Apollo kid lookout says.

“Of course he is,” you mutter. He’s always in charge of getting the flag, because he’s not afraid to touch you. Clarisse knows he’s just your friend, or else he probably would have been dead by now. They emerge from the woods, not bothering to try for stealth, all in defensive positions.

Everyone lets you take the lead. You understand why Clarisse loves power. It’s addicting, it’s like lightening in your veins.

“Hi, Luke,” you smile.

He can’t hear you, but he returns the smile.

“You’re all going to turn around and walk 300 feet in the other direction.”

Luke sighs as one of the kids actually turns and walks away, heeding your command. Everyone else has their earplugs in tight, but it always gets one or two of them.

You roll your eyes. “You always make this so difficult, Luke.”

You walk towards him, maybe you can surprise him and rip the ear plugs out of your ear, but he suddenly springs his leg out so you trip, slamming into the ground and getting a face full of dirt.

“Bitch,” you mumble, ready to get up. Suddenly, a Hermes girl throws herself on top of you, slapping a hand over your mouth.

As soon as you hit the ground, the fight erupts around you.

“You can’t do this, Luke, it’s against the rules!” you screech, but it’s muffled through the girls thick leather gloves.

Matty, one of Clar’s siblings sighs heavily. “Fuckin’ hate this dude,” he mumbles. “Marjorie, go get Clarisse.”

The girl runs off, and Matty adjusts his helmet.

“Don’t know why you do this to yourself, man.”

Luke kneels down in front of you while you scream obscenities next to his name. He makes a big show of taking out his earplugs before ruffling your hair.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

He whips around and his sword immediately clashes with Matty’s, and they’re locked in a flurry of metal clashing and glinting in the sunlight. Matty is really good, probably bested only by Clarisse, but Luke is still the best swordsman in camp.

He puts up a valiant fight, but Luke disarms him.

Your back is really, really starting to hurt like this.

It’s whirlwind, but there were more blue team then red team, and sometimes sheer number beats out even the best of the Ares cabin.

They grab the flag and run for the beach.

The girl waits for another moment until one of the Ares kids points his sword at her.

“You’re really gonna want to let her go,” Matty says. She stands up and books it, following her team.

“Eat dirt!” you scream as she runs away, but she still has her earplugs in.

Matty helps you up.

“Clarisse’s gonna kill us all.”

“I hate Luke Castellan. I hate him, I hate him, I wish him nothing but pain and suffering.”

Matty claps your shoulder.

“Hey, at least we all get to watch Clarisse beat up the Hermes cabin at sword practice tomorrow.”

And you do like seeing Clar fight, the way she’s so focused and truly in her element, sweat making her skin glisten in the sunlight…

“That will be fun,” you concede. Matty laughs, and you all make your way down to the beach.

—-

The scream scares you.

All the kids around you jump up with their swords, thinking a monster had somehow made its way near camp, but you recognize that voice.

“Clarisse,” you mumble, feeling frozen.

“What?” Matty asks, his eyes scanning the forest. “What’d you say?”

“Clarisse,” you repeat, breaking off into a run towards the sound of it, towards the beach.

“Clar- wait, Y/N!”

But you’re already long gone.

—-

You make it to the beach a minute after the conch sounded, the blue team having won, making it just in time to see the blue trident appear over Percy’s head. You can barely even register the fact that he’s a forbidden child, your eyes immediately finding Clar’s siblings, the ones she was supposed to be hunting with today.

“Hey, hey,” you breathe out, almost slamming into one of them. “W-where’s Clarisse? I heard her scream-”

You love her so much it’s like your heart will break if you even think about her being hurt. It always seems like Clar is the one who loves you more, only because of her proud and overprotective nature, but really you love her just as much.

You just never have the opportunity to threaten to kill someone like she does for you. She does that all on her own.

“Oh, uh, she went that way,” he points in the direction of a barely there path, heading into the woods and back to camp.

“Great, thanks!” you shout, already running after her.

You catch up with her after a minute, your gaze landing on her practically stomping through the woods. She’s angry. She’s angry, why?

“Clar!” you shout, and she whips around, standing still while you sprint over to her. “Clarisse, Clarisse, are you hurt? I-I heard you scream-”

You run your hands up and down her arms, and after a tense second of her staring at the ground, she puts her hands on your hips.

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine.”

She looks like she’s about to cry. But you know she won’t ever let herself cry, won’t ever let herself be perceived as weak.

You wrap your arms and let her put her face in your neck. She’s almost shaking with how angry she is, her fingers digging into your hips, and she stops herself and lets go before she can hurt you.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. You’re not sure what happened. But she screamed like that, not like she was scared, but like she had just lost something. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” She says into your neck, simple, and you respect it.

“Okay, well, let’s go back to your cabin. You’re not gonna believe the day I had. Will it make you happy to know I give you permission to beat up Luke?”

She looks up at you with skeptical eyes. You both ignore the tears staining her cheeks. “Really?” she asks, slightly hopeful, even through all her anger and sadness.

“Come on,” you smile, letting go of her and sliding you hand into hers. She meets your pace and wraps her arm around your waist. She doesn’t tell you she loves you, but you know.

—-

You flop down onto Clar’s bed. As the head counselor, she gets the best bunk. On the second floor loft, where there’s only enough space for single beds, meaning she doesn’t have to deal with bunk beds, all the way in the corner for a little privacy.

She stands in front of you, slipping off her shoes, and your reach forward to work at the knots of her breastplate.

She stares at you until the armor is lose around her, and she lifts it up over her head and leaves it haphazardly on the ground.

You lay flat, stretching your aching back, and Clar leans over you to help you take off your armor. You probably don’t even need armor, but Clarisse is overprotective by nature, by blood. It makes her feel better, and it really doesn’t bother you much. She lifts it over your head, letting the metal crash into the floor before laying down next to you.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m supposed to be here for you but I’m so tired, and my back hurts so bad…”

She laughs. You smile, and it falls into comfortable silence.

“Can I really beat up Luke?” she says after a second.

You open your eyes and she’s laying on her side, propped up her arm and staring at you.

“Oh, you can.”

“Why?” she asks, still not quite believing you.

“Okay, so, Luke comes over, right. And you know, I try to charmspeak them but only one of them goes. I walk over to Luke and he fucking trips me! It was so embarrassing, baby, I literally ate shit.”

She smiles and puts her arm around your waist, tugging you closer to her.

“Then, some girl tackles me before I can get up, and puts her hand over my mouth so I can’t do anything. Which first of all, is completely against the rules, and second of all, it really hurt my back! Then, then, Luke has the audacity to say ‘Oh, thanks Y/N!’ and ruffles my hair, like? I swear to Gods, I just want him to… well, I don’t know. Suffer.”

“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” she mutters into the top of your head. “I’ll make sure he’s unrecognizable.”

You smile. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Clarisse. Who would defend my honor and fight my battles?”

She seems sort of placid, tired, like she’s just a still lake reacting to your body wading in deeper. It’s almost like she’s gonna fall asleep, and she’s always tired after capture the flag, so it’s not unusual.

“I’d be there,” she mutters, her eyes closed.

You’re both silent for a few more minutes, just the two of you together, her strong arm around you, the way it’s always meant to be.

“He’s a son of Poseidon. Did you see?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I saw.”

“It’s not fair,” she says, like the child she never got to be. “I spend so much time, so much time trying to make him proud- it took months for him to claim me and he gets claimed on, what, his third day?”

Her head lands on your chest, your hands smoothing down her hair.

She touches the necklace she gave you months ago, bringing it out from under your shirt, the simple chain with the pretty charm that looks like a spear. More so an arrow, but it’s supposed to be her spear.

“He broke it,” she whispers.

“Broke what?”

She sits up a little higher, her hands reaching behind you and undoing the clasp on your necklace. You haven’t even taken it off since she put it on you, so of course she would be the one to take it off.

“He broke my spear.”

“Oh, Clarisse…” she stares at the necklace before folding it up tightly in her palm. She breathes out as she lays back down on your chest, her legs entwining with yours, your hand back in her curls.

“The Hephaestus kids can fix it, but it won’t be electrical anymore.”

You don’t say anything. Most people would say “it’s better than nothing” but you’re demigods with absent divine parents.

Clarisse didn’t tell you it was better than nothing to at least be claimed by Aphrodite when one of your siblings got a magic item from her. She didn’t try and tell you “maybe someday” when you cried in her arms.

Because more often then not, you’ll die before your godly parent even claims you. More kids die on their way to Camp Half-Blood then Chiron would like to admit.

And what would the Gods do? Nothing. They would do nothing about it, because they don’t care.

Clarisse doesn’t cry, but you know she wants to, and you let her know that she can cry if she wants to. She can, if she has to. You’d never turn her away.

If she hasn’t realized already, you’re in this for the long run.

—-

Clarisse fell asleep in your arms, then pulled you back when you tried to go back to your own cabin, and you figured Chiron wouldn’t mind this once.

She finally let you go after you screamed that she couldn’t kiss you before you brushed your teeth, mumbling about how you’re depriving her.

When you meet up with her again, she has her sword in hand and her armor strapped tight to her body.

It was just a great big coincidence that the Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares and Demeter cabins all had sword practice at the same times. Clarisse looked all too happy at being able to get out some anger from yesterday, because sparring is the only way Clar has to work out the intense feelings she inherited from her father.

“So, who should I metaphorically kill?”

“Ooh, big word,” you tease. She grabs your chin, making you look at her, but she’s smiling too much for it to be a threat.

“C’mon, baby, who?”

“Luke. And…” you point, “That’s the girl who tackled me. Oh, and that’s the boy who fought Corey and got the flag. I don’t know his name.”

“‘Cause he’s irrelevant,” she says. You hum. “You just wait right here, gorgeous, enjoy the show.” She winks before sauntering off in the girls direction, smiling in that misleading way, asking her if she wants to spar.

You beckon Jackie and Tyla over to you, who both seem unimpressed.

“Please don’t tell me you put Clarisse up to attacking the Hermes cabin,” Tyla sighs.

“I didn’t put her up to anything. She did it all on her own.”

“Oh, sure she did,” Jackie rolls her eyes.

“Don’t act like you all aren’t gonna enjoy it.”

Tyla meets your eyes, then Jackie’s.

“Sorry, Jacks, it’s, like, really entertaining!”

You all laugh as Clar leads the girl into the circle, laughing even harder when she disarms her after a minute. The boy who took the flag barely lasts 45 seconds.

When Luke walks up to her, she throws her sword down and tackles him. You give her a minute before you pull her off.

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clarisse, about to beat up percy

y/n: oh no no no no you don’t

clarisse: ok i won’t kill him rn 😍😍😍😍

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y/n: yeah like idk what i would do without you who would protect me and fight my battles

clarisse “i would be there” la rue: bitch our love transcends the laws of physics I WOULD BE THERE

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y/n giggling and kicking her feet watching clarisse beat up luke

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Kaz Brekker being protective of you (reader)

“What happened to him?” you ask Inej as you two walk into the bar. A man you saw the previous night now had a bandage wrapped around his hand. The once white bandage was staining red as the wound is still bleeding. 

“He touched what was his and payed the consequences” Inej says looking a head. You follow her eyes and see Kaz “Dirty hands” Brekker looking straight at you. 

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The Happiest Avenger (Avengers X Reader) *TRIGGER WARNING

Characters: Avengers  X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression and self harm mention

Request: Avengers x reader the R is very happy to a point where they’re the happiest person on the avengers but the R is secretly messed up, they never shows it. The R has a secret they self-harm. So one day Steve finds the scars while they’re talking in the kitchen then thinks the worst. So he sets up a meeting with the crew and the next day R walks in and the crew have to act normal but then comfronts the R but the end is very fluff

“What’s up Steve-a-roonie!” You greeted, being the ball of energy you always were, jumping over to the super soldier and giving him a hip bump, knocking him lightly into the counter, making him chuckle. He turned as you walked by to go to the cupboards, starting to search them for an appropriate breakfast choice. 

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Guesses and Sweaters - 1 - Criminal Minds x Trans!Reader (he/him)

TW/CW: A lot of medical mentions (top surgery), mentions of the general chest area (I tried to keep it brief), light swearing (uncensored), mentions of a slur (not explicitly said), food/drink mentions, overbinding, bras, mentions of an unsupportive family

Summary: When (y/n) makes a request for some personal time, he’s faced with coming out to the team. Nobody can hide from the BAU’s resident genius, especially not when (y/n) turns guessing the request into a game. This will be a series, because I’m some 2000 words in and there’s no end in sight. If y’all want, I can make alternate endings for the reader getting together with different characters. 

***note: in this and any future parts to this story, italics will mean it’s a text. also, please just pretend that this takes place more recently. it’s set somewhere around s5, since that’s where I am in the series.

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Broken

Prompt: Where You Lead I Will Follow 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: references to sex, nothing explicit, injuries that lead to hospital. 

AN: Enjoy, in honor of Aaron Hotchner appreciation week! 

“I really think we should call Aaron.” 

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All These Years - Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested by anon: Ahoy, could u write a Spencer fic where Readers adopted parents are unsubs on the case she & the team are working on? She doesn’t get on with them, so the FBI are her real family. She’s badass, and even Morgan is a bit scared of her when she gets the confession out of them. Behind the glass, Spencer is talking to him and Rossi about asking you to become his girlfriend and move in with him after you’ve been dating for a while but have been best friends for years.

Warnings: Abuse, death, etc. 

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Breaking The Distance Penelope Garcia x Fem!Reader

Disclaimer: This was totally inspired by the song Break The Distance by Ashton Edminster. I listened to it way to many times and it just made me think of such a cute fluff fanfiction with Penelope. Also I didn’t proofread this at all. I wrote it in an hour and full send am going to make it an ongoing serious. The beginning is a little rushed because I am still trying to work out this whole fanfiction thing. Also it will be posted on a fanfiction sight tomorrow. I just didn’t have time to figure that out tonight. Hope You all enjoy!

Summary: The reader and Penelope bond over a virtual reality game and become long distance girlfriends. Finally the reader decides that she needs to meet Penelope and flies out to see her. 

Warnings: It’s pure fluff! Fluffiest of the fluff. 

Words: 1587

Long Distance pt: 1 (Breaking The Distance)

Penelope and your relationship started out virtually with you both meeting over a virtual reality game. Penelope loved playing in between cases to keep herself distracted from all of the horrible things she had to research. You played it anytime you got home from work for similar reasons. You didn’t see so much murder and death but you saw your fair share of horrible things. Working in the child welfare system had taken its toll on you in the last five years but you were determined to keep working until you felt like you were finished. You were slowly starting to worry that feeling would never come. The game helped you forget everything for a while. Especially after you had met Penelope. 

You had crossed multiple times making small talk becoming close friends. As the weeks passed by Penelope was starting to get busier was unable to play as much as she would have liked. So one day she slid she messaged you her number telling you to text her whenever. You texted her immediately. You had grown very fond of the woman behind the screen. You wanted to know everything about her hoping she was just as amazing in real life as her virtual life. Weeks of texting turned into weeks of long phone calls. Then that turned into weeks of facetime dates. You would have your phone propped up with Penelope any time that you could. In between meetings at work. On the drive home. Making dinner. Before bed. After three months of talking in person, you accidentally slipped up. You were talking to one of your coworkers and asked who you were talking to you said your girlfriend. Your cheeks turned a bright red as Penelope immediately stopped what she was doing.

When your coworker left you looked at Penelope, “I’m so sorry Pen.”

Penelope nearly smiled at you, “Oh sweet pea, you can make it up to me by officially asking me out.”

You grinned at Penelope’s pet nickname for you, “Beautiful, smart, amazing, Penelope Garcia will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes!” Penelope squealed, “I have to go tell Derek! Stay on the line.”

You had laughed and then muted yourself as a client call came in. That night Penelope asked if you could stay with her on facetime till she fell asleep. The case she was working on was particularly awful and she had been more on edge. You agreed as long as she didn’t mind you watching some tv before bed. She shook her head excitedly and settled down excitedly holding her stuffed animal unicorn Derek had bought her. A couple of minutes later she was fast asleep small snores coming from her mouth. You smiled turning off the tv and cuddled down in your covers. You took one last look at the phone and then fell asleep as well. The next morning you woke up to Penelope fully dressed for work drinking coffee out of a large dinosaur coffee mug. 

It was such an amazing feeling to wake up to see Penelope that you continued this phone call every single night. Two months later you were so close to seeing Penelope for the first time. You were going to take a week-long vacation to spend by her side. She had planned out every single day to do amazing things but you were most excited to be able to hold Penelope in your arms. To feel her lips pressed against yours. Feel your fingers interlaced with her. Wake up next to her instead of seeing her over a screen. Your bags were already packed and waiting by the door. You had a couple of hours till your flight in Penelope’s mind she had a whole day to wait for you.

“Sweet pea, I can’t wait till you get here,” Penelope said still typing away at her computer trying to wrap up for the day, “I could really use a hug.”

The admission was barely above a whisper before Penelope let out a long sigh. Your heart ached for her and you almost blew your secret right then. Instead, you called out to her bringing her attention away from the computer, “I’ll be there before you know it sunshine. Then I will give you all the hugs you could ever ask for.”

Penelope’s face lit up again, “I hope you are prepared for how many hugs that truly is.”

You let out a laugh as there was a knock on the door, “I promise I will grant every hug request, but I have to go babe. Ashley is here to carpool to yoga. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Stay beautiful while I’m gone.”

“Always sweet pea,” Penelope winked, “Tell Ashley hello for me!”

You promised you would and then hung up the phone. You grabbed your suitcase from beside the door and followed Ashley down to her car. She was dropping you off at the airport to start your journey to Penelope. You had one layover and then Derek would be picking you up bright and early in Virginia to take you to the headquarters to surprise Penelope. You weren’t going to be able to talk to Penelope for the rest of the night for fear of risking being found out. She was so good at reading you that you were surprised you had even kept the secret this long. When you got to the airport you hugged Ashley goodbye and then walked to the security line. A big grin was plastered over your face. For the first time in months, you were finally going to be able to see your girlfriend.

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The whole squad was on edge waiting for you to come in to meet Penelope. Your flight had been delayed and you were running late. Derek had just managed to sleep away before Penelope had come into the office. She was on edge all morning dark rings around her normally perky eyes. She hadn’t slept well being unable to get a hold of you all night. As much as she didn’t like to admit it the only way she had been able to fall asleep lately was if you were on the phone with her. She spent all night thinking about the horrible things that could have happened to you. Emily had tried to comfort Penelope when she confided in her but Emily wasn’t as smooth as she had hoped. Penelope had become even more depressed when she figured out Derek wasn’t in yet. She was having an awful morning and it got even worse as she spilled her coffee on the way to her desk. She cleaned it up quickly dumping the rest down the drain before sitting down in her chair with a sigh.

About an hour later there was a knock on the door. Penelope didn’t even bother to look up as Derek called out to her, “Hey baby girl, I heard you had a rough night.”

“Well considering that my girlfriend went completely awol a whole day and a half before she was supposed to come fly out to see me I have been a little on edge. She didn’t even call to say goodnight,” Penelope sighed a small tear forming in her eye, “I can’t sleep without her Derek. Now, what if she doesn’t even want to come to see me?”

“How about a hug baby girl? Those always make you feel better.”

Penelope merely shook her head, “Not now. I’ll be okay.”

“What about a hug from me?” You asked replacing Derek’s spot in the doorway, “I believe I was supposed to give you all the hugs that you could ever ask for.”

Penelope swiveled in her car tearing off her headset as she saw you standing in the doorway. You hadn’t had time to change or shower like you had wanted with how late your plane was. You were still in your sweats from the night before a dingy cardigan pulled around an old t-shirt. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun at the top of her head and your sunglasses were pushed high up on your head. You opened your arms towards Penelope as she jumped from her chair.”

“Y/N! You are here!” Penelope screamed rushing into your arms. 

You hugged Penelope close wrapping your arms around her waist trying to close any distance between you too. Penelope had her arms locked around your neck her head resting against your chest. You were so overwhelmed with the scent of her lavender perfume. It was exactly the way you had imagined this beautiful woman to smell. You gave her a small kiss on her forehead before you notice that Penelope was crying. You pulled away slightly taking Penelope’s face in your hands. You gently wiped away a tear from her cheek kissing her forehead.

“Sunshine, why are you crying?” You asked alarmed, “I know I should have told you I was coming I just wanted to surprise you.”

“That’s not it. This is actually the best surprise I have ever gotten,” Penelope smiled, “I just can’t believe this is real. You are really here. You are real. My sweet pea is here with me.”

You grinned the dimple in your right cheek that Penelope loved showing, “Well you better believe it Pen. I am really here.”

With that, you leaned down pressing your lips against hers. You could feel her smile against you as she leaned on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Finally, you had broken the distance.

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Things About Me

Name: Jackson 

Age: 18

Sexuality: Genderfluid

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 

Greek Parent: Aphrodite 

Hobbies: Writing, Reading, Playing Basketball 

Languages: English (fluent), Spanish (learning) 

Wattpad: Jackson_is_a_writer

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shameless (spencer reid x fem!reader)

summary: you’re known as the office flirt but reid can’t take the shameless flirting anymore

a/n: i honestly don’t know how i feel about this one its very cliche but i felt like writing it lolll

wc: 3.4k

warnings/includes: gunshot injury, basic criminal mindsey stuff

“Woah, pretty boy got a haircut!” teased Morgan as he walked to his desk in the bullpen. Spencer shied away from Morgan’s teasing hands, ducking just in time to avoid his hair being mussed. He told himself he didn’t want or need the opinion of anyone, especially not Derek Morgan, but he couldn’t help the racing of his heart when you walked into work with two coffees and a paper bag in hand. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your face when you made eye contact with him- he blushed at the attention, this time welcome. 

“Wow! Hubby’s got a fresh cut!” you said, setting a coffee on his desk and running your fingers through his hair. He blushed at the nickname- it was a running joke that you were his work husband, and you both happily played along. Morgan scoffed when he didn’t flinch at your touch, jokingly annoyed. “It looks good, Reid,” you said more quietly before settling in at your desk across from him. He nodded in thanks and pursed his lips at an attempt to hide his smile.

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