#ares cabin

[sayoneee]

☆ CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

“i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, not because he owns me, but because he really knows me” - taylor swift (1.6k)

contains: luke castellan x daughter of ares! reader. secret relationship: the three times u guys were almost caught and the one time u were. pre-tlt.

kashaf’s note: working on requests as well so dw!! again. i just like this 1 lyric from this song <;/3

1. 

MORNINGS AT CAMP half-blood were both weird and normal — at a summer camp for kids with godlike abilities, you’d think that maybe they’d be cut some slack from all the monsters they’ve had to evade and maybe be allowed to sleep in some days, but no, life at camp half-blood was a regular survival of the fittest regime. 

or: eat, or be eaten, as you liked to remind your cabin. 

maybe that was why you were notorious among ares cabin, but to the rest of camp half-blood you simply embodied an other-worldly discipline, more of a tactician than anything, when compared to the rest of your half-siblings.  

“hey,” clarisse says in an undertone, nudging you as you take your designated seat beside her, “where were you last night?” 

your hand stilled as you picked up your goblet, shrugging your shoulders as the once-boisterous table came to a stand-still, eager to discover their shrewd head counselor’s indiscretions, hoping for something to loosen your high esteem for them: everyone remembered the time the entire cabin was put on cleaning detail for an entire month to repent for the mistakes of one.

your penchant for collective punishment wasn’t at all well-received among your half-siblings, but well, no one had really challenged you on your position yet, so.

“in bed,” you said, slowly, taking a sip, “why?”

clarisse shrugged, spearing a carrot from your plate, masking her annoyance with you — out of all of your half-siblings, camp half-blood, even, no one could boast of a relationship as close as yours and clarisse’s, yet no one could be more opposite. clarisse was chaotic, you were contained; clarisse was ruthless, you were just.

“i dunno, i just saw two people on the roof of hermes cabin.”

“and?” you drawled, ignoring the blood rushing in your ears, as the rest of your cabin looked on gleefully.

“one of them was castellan,” clarisse paused, searching your face for a reaction — you were grateful for all the nights spent in hermes cabin, because if not for the stolls persuading you to play poker with them almost every time, your expression would’ve never survived under clarisse’s scrutiny.

“the other one,” clarisse pauses as if thoughtful for once, then pointedly stares, pointing her fork at you, “looked like you.”

the other cabins are also looking in your direction as the dining pavilion is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, before the table finally registers clarisse’s words, resulting in so much whooping and jeering, you’d think ares cabin won the lottery.

you snag a bite of clarisse’s pancakes, each word punctuated by a bite, “what would i be doing with castellan?” you pause, feeling the table pause with you. wrinkling your nose, you continued, “i swear, next you’re gonna say you saw us making out during capture the flag.”

you grinned as the table erupted into laughter once more, this time by your design. while everyone else went back to their original conversations, you’re summoning the memories of last night.

how luke had wrapped his arm around your shoulders and attempted to woo you with myths about the stars, how you had laughed and called him corny. how the moonlight had illuminated his face in the moment, when he laughed back, drawing you in closer, with his usual snarky response of, “you love it though.”

clarisse snapped her fingers in front of your face, bringing you out of your reverie. she frowned, whispering, “you’d tell me though, if that was you, right?”

“yeah,” you nodded, trying not to feel guilty about lying — clarisse deserved the truth. but it went against your agreement with luke. you tried not to think about how you’re essentially picking a boy over your sister.

2.

like all things camp half-blood, if not careful, could result in death — like capture the flag, but did that stop you, or anyone else for that matter, in taking it upon yourself to make winning a matter of life or death. 

this week, you orchestrated an alliance with hermes cabin, because of their numbers and ability to launch unforeseen tactics, and hephaestus cabin, for their resourcefulness. it also didn’t hurt that the head counselors were your boyfriend and his friend, respectively.

you’re standing by zeus’ fist, discussing strategy with luke and charlie, while your respective cabins go off doing whatever it is to prepare, when luke’s sloppily-tied breastplate catches your attention. 

before you’re fully aware of what you’re doing, you’ve already reached forward to grab it, while charlie stares at you like you’ve been cursed by athena and turned into medusa. 

“so,” charlie says, slowly, “anything you guys wanna tell me?” 

luke is silent, watching you work, while you’re too busy focused on fixing the breastplate to notice the knowing expression on charlie’s face, one you would’ve been irritated by if you had.

“nothing,” you say, nonchalantly, whirling back around to face charlie when you’re finished, while luke gets swarmed by the stolls, “these things just bother me.”

“in general, or luke specifically?” charlie grins, that annoying, all-knowing look is back, and although reluctantly, you can see what it is about him that has silena beauregard so hung over. 

“in general,” you say as if it were obvious, as if you’re trying to convince a child that storks are the ones to deliver babies, and no, you’re not lying, (both statements hold the same level of ridiculousness), “it’s the adhd — makes it distracting.”

“uh huh,” he says skeptically, “i’ll take your word for it.”

you resist the urge to shake him and question him more, but before you can toughen up and just ask, “what do you mean?” he’s already turned away, and capture the flag is about to begin. 

3.

“what’s that?” annabeth points at the tiny “L” on your necklace as it swings to and fro, finally set loose from the captivity of your neon orange camp half-blood tee, hidden under your armor.

“what?” you glance down, dropping the sword in your hand to hastily tuck it away, all the while cursing both yourself and luke for being stupidly sentimental. (it was his idea after all, though, you’re not sure how or where he got the necklace from, but you didn’t really care if it was stolen — you wouldn’t put it past him, especially since he was a son of hermes.)

“was that for luke? are you dating him?” annabeth persists, eyes widening with question after question — nothing can satiate the curiosity of athena kids, especially not annabeth, not when luke castellan, her brother, is in the equation.

“no,” you say, trying to catch your breath from the sword technique you had just shown her, and the gaggle of younger campers who have now caught on, looking at you eagerly.

“no to what? no to the initial on your necklace being for luke, or no to you dating him?” another camper chimes in with a bright grin, probably a child of apollo, and you’re so close to shooting yourself on the spot.

“no to all of the above,” you grit out, really regretting being nice for one of the few times in your life, because no one had asked you, in particular, to demonstrate sword-fighting to these kids, luke could’ve done it, but where your boyfriend was concerned, you were too.

“then, how come you have an “L” necklace?” annabeth asks again.

“it’s my mom’s,” you lie, “i’m a year-rounder, so it reminds me of her — before all this,” you waved in the general direction of camp half-blood.

the campers ohh’ed in unison, but you knew annabeth wasn’t convinced.

you sighed, it could’ve been worse.

+4.

you’re not sure when or where the whispers that your boyfriend had returned originated, but after what seemed like eons of not seeing him, you couldn’t find it in yourself to verify the rumors before dropping your sword in the middle of training and sprinting toward half-blood hill to see him for yourself.

you ignore the calls of your name from your half-siblings, as you were kind of in the middle of demonstrating a technique, instead choosing to focus on more important things, like if your boyfriend was even alive.

when you finally do make it to half-blood hill, and catch sight of your boyfriend, with chris and charlie in tow, you don’t stop sprinting, uncaring for all of the whispers from the other campers as they look on. 

when you finally do come in contact with luke, you nearly tackle him into the ground, as he drops his backpack behind the two of you, arms coming to wrap around you to secure you, as you mumbled, “i missed you, asshole,” into the crook of his neck.

luke laughed, the sound reverberating against your skin, and you get off him, taking a step back. he starts to say something, “i —” but is cut off by you grabbing his wrist, and tugging him over your shoulder, his back slamming into the dirt ground. distantly, you can hear the rest of campers gasp, before buzzing with excitement. ignoring them all, you put your knee on his chest, bringing your forearm under his neck. 

“i swear to everyone, if you disappear like that again—” you begin, as luke cuts you off.

“i won’t,” he promises, grinning as you pull him up. luke slings an arm around your shoulder, and you finally notice the jagged scar running down his cheek. 

he catches your gaze and stares at the ground instead, avoiding you.

“you look kinda hot now with the scar,” you settle for, you know you’ll get the chance to properly speak about it later, but for now, this’ll have to do. 

a light pink dusts his cheeks, and luke, looking up at the campers gathered behind chiron, then glances back at you, smirking, “looks like you gave them quite a show.”

you glared at him, shoving him, “i’m going to kill you.”

luke shrugged, wrapping the arm around you tighter, “the damage’s done, now i’ll finally be able to hang out with my girl in peace.” 

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[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

The way Percy Jackson kisses

long lasting.

Hes on the swim team and can breathe underwater. His kisses are so long you feel faint.

His lips are somewhat moist but somewhat dry, he tastes like seawater.

He presses himself closer to you. When you move back, he comes closer and presses harder.

Loves to hear you make some noise while he kisses you--it gives him a confidence boost. He can't really tell if he's doing a good job or not.

Likes to watch you too, keeps his eyes open at some point. If you open your eyes during the kiss, youll just see him give you the most intense eyes ever.

No shame, will kiss in front of others, especially when he feels emotional because he loves you so much.

Keeps his hands on your hips too. Likes the warmth of your body.

When you stop kissing he just loves seeing your face blush. When you get flustered and shy he gets turned on

flirts with his eyes. (dont ask how, he just looks at you and your face gets hot and it feels like hes flirting with you even though hes not). his eyes are just such an intense green color, it feels like he can read your thoughts and can tell what type of effect he has on you.

[thebigbroodingyellowtulip]

how come Apollo was punished for Octavian but Ares wasn't punished for helping Luke with the lighting bolt?

[incorrect-riordanverse]

ares cabin the type to only have peace with each other when its 12am and they conglomerate in the kitchen for midnight snacks

[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

'The Night Everything Fell Apart'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfApollo!Reader!

WARNINGS!!:Mentions of blood,su!c!de,r!attempts su!c!ce.Angst! (Sorry If I missed anything!)

Angst,Annabeth is the one who finds reader.Part 2 out:

A/N:Not what I usually write but one of my friends rq'd this so I gave it a try.I SUCK AT WRITING SAD/ANGSTY STUFF PLS DON'T COME FOR ME.

A usual night in camp halfblood was disrupted as all of a sudden,the silence shattered into a symphony of horror.A blood - curdling scream pierced through the night.The source of the scream was Annabeth Chase,who had a look of sheer terror etched across her face.Clarisse, shaken from her slumber, sprang to her feet, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her sword.

"What the Hades is going on?!" Clarisse barked, her eyes scanning the camp for any signs of danger as her eyes narrowed

The camp was soon alive with commotion as other demigods rushed out of their cabins, confusion etched on their faces.The source of the scream became clear as they followed the anguished cries to the scene unfolding near the cabin of Athena.

Annabeth stood frozen, her eyes wide with horror, and a chilling realization struck Clarisse - something was terribly wrong.And soon they found out what...

Clarisse's boots pounded against the dew-kissed grass as she sprinted toward the gathering crowd.The atmosphere was thick with tension,and as she pushed her way through the onlookers,her gaze fell upon the tragic sight that had elicited Annabeth's horrified scream.

There,surrounded by a growing pool of crimson,were you,a daughter of Apollo.Your normally vibrant face was drained of color, and your once-bright eyes stared dully at the sky,blood dripping from the corners of your mouth.The metallic scent of blood hung heavily in the air, and Clarisse felt a lump forming in her throat.

Annabeth knelt beside you, her hands shaking as she pressed them against the fatal wound.The sight was heart-wrenching - a stark contrast to the usually composed and strategic daughter of Athena.Clarisse, known for her tough exterior,felt a surge of sorrow welling up inside her.

Clarisse's stern facade crumbled as she beheld the harrowing sight. The daughter of Ares,almost for the first time in her life - felt a surge of helplessness.

"What happened?" Clarisse demanded,her voice betraying a vulnerability she seldom showed.

"She tried to...end it," Annabeth choked out, her words heavy with sorrow. "But she's alive.Somehow,she's alive..."

"Get Chiron! Someone, get Chiron!" A familiar voice broke - Percy - as he pleaded with the surrounding demigods. A few of them dashed off in search of the camp's wise centaur, leaving Clarisse and others to bear witness to the tragedy unfolding before them.

Chiron,the wise centaur and camp director, surveyed the scene with a heavy heart. Clarisse stood by your side, her fists clenched in a futile attempt to contain the anguish welling up inside her.

Her eyes flickered to the faces of her fellow campers, each one reflecting a mixture of shock, grief, and disbelief.The bonds forged in the heat of battles and training seemed fragile in that moment as the reality of a friend lost to despair sank in.Especially the kids of the Apollo cabin - your fellow half-siblings broke down at the sight,it was too much for them to bear.

You had always been a lively presence in camp,your laughter echoing through the training grounds.Nobody had suspected the darkness that must have gripped your soul to lead to such a tragic action on your part.The weight of the realization pressed down on Clarisse's shoulders, and she couldn't shake the heaviness in her chest.

"No..." Clarisse whispered,the weight of the revelation settling heavily on her shoulders.

"Y/n!!" Clarisse's eyes suddenly widened, her voice a choked rasp. It was a plea, a desperate call to a friend - perhaps a love,who seemed to be slipping away.Her fingers brushed against your cold skin,and a shiver ran down her spine.The air hung heavy with the unspoken fear that lingered between the demigods.

She knelt beside Annabeth - who was still crying - her sword forgotten as she reached out. The usually fierce and stoic daughter of Ares felt a surge of helplessness in the face of such pain.Clarisse couldn't shake the image of you, alone in the darkness, driven to a desperate act.

As the reality of the situation sank in,Clarisse's emotions boiled over. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white, and let out a primal scream that echoed through the night.The weight of the moment bore down on her, and she collapsed beside you, tears streaming down her face.

"Why?!Why would she do...this!?" Clarisse choked on the words,her voice raw with grief. She cradled you in her arms,her fingers trembling as she tried to comprehend the pain that had driven you to such desperate measures.

You were carried to the infirmary and properly taken care of.Though due to multiple factors like the obvious blood loss and the deadly wound you had inflicted upon yourself - you were still unconscious - not looking ready to wake up any time soon.

Soon enough,the infirmary door creaked open,revealing a scene that would forever be etched in Clarisse's memory.You - laying motionless on a bed,your once vibrant spirit extinguished.The room was filled with an oppressive silence,broken only by the gentle rustling of the wind.

However,Clarisse took it upon herself to visit you,her usual tough exterior softened by the gravity of the situation.The daughter of Ares sat by your bedside, words failing her as she grappled with the fragility of life as you lay unconscious.

The hours passed in a blur of anxiety and grief.The infirmary became a haven for collective sorrow,a place where the demigods faced the fragility of life in its rawest form. Clarisse, usually a pillar of strength, found herself grappling with emotions she had long kept at bay.

"You're not alone." Clarisse finally spoke, her voice wavering slightly. "We all face our demons,but we face them together.You've got people here who care about you." Even though she had no idea if you could hear her or not,she still tried to be there and encourage you - even in your state - but she hoped you could hear her,she then continued. "...I'm one of them.I care for you,I do,I swear I do,damn it!So please,please survive." Her once confident and authoritative tone was now broken and sounded more like a plea than anything.She wanted you to survive.

A/N:I have mixed feelings abt this but I wrote it bc I was in a mood and listening to spotify so ig it works.

Part two here!

[audreyscribes]

Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS Ω MAJOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST📜

DISCLAIMER: These headcanons were written before the airing of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians TV show, and are primarily based on the books.

[PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

[Ω PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERLIST Ω WORKS MASTERLIST]

🍇DIONYSUS🎭 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

👟HERMES 🐍 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

⚒ HEPHAESTUS🔥 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🕊APHRODITE💖 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

⚔ARES🐗 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🌕ARTEMIS🏹 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

☀APOLLO🎶 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🦉ATHENA🧠 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🌾DEMETER🌽 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

⚡ZEUS⚡ [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

💀HADES💎 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🌊POSEIDON🔱 [TUMBLR] [AO3] [WATTPAD]

🔥 HESTIA 🏠 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

👑HERA 💒 [TUMBLR] [AO3]

*1/12/2024: Will update the links as I upload the appropriate works. Those with the links will have red text.

*2/9/2024: All the Major Gods are now written for!

*2/27/2024: Hera is now included

[imasimpdealwithit]

Ok, but Will is a little shit, no denying it. Both him and Nico are. Will is totally gonna ask Nico if he wants to go scare the shit out of some campers with their powers (as a good boyfriend he makes sure Nico isn't too tired and it's never anything that will drain him or make him feel like he'll pass out, its always something small.) They like to scare the Stoll brothers and Ares campers the most. Its so funny when you see an Ares kid startled and not realize who is at fault until Nico and Will have already gotten away.

[yonemurishiroku]

Ares’ children are often portrayed as bullies in fanfics. But when it comes to Nico, I do believe they’d be the rare ones that accept him first.

[xanasaurusrex]

i want you all to be prepared for a lot of clarisse content because i'm literally obsessed with dior goodjohn and i have lots of ideas.

(totally unrelated, but how would you all feel abt a clarisse x hecate!reader fic because i have a really good idea for that)

edit: i just saw a request for a clarisse x hecate!reader fic so it's definitely happening thank you sm anon you're my fav)

[goblinwithartsupplies]

Being a child of Ares going into the military must be super awkward. Like imagine your going to a military ball or some other event and you see your father romancing your boss

[sayoneee]

☆ HEAD OVER HEELS

“something happens and i'm head over heels” - tears for fears (smau)

contains: luke castellan x ares! reader. best friends to lovers? (again) secret relationship but everyone knows. alt universe everyones happy. woc friendly as always

kashaf’s note: free palestine! (for reference, connor is percabeth's age, while travis is yns age so um imagine)

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yn summer days drifting away!

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clarisse why would you give them guns

yn im not stupid theyre fake obviously connorstole im hurt wtf travistole yn do u not trust us yn um. ur funny. travistole 💔

lukecastellan i see you’re poaching my siblings again

yn im just more fun what can i say lukecastellan liar liar pants on fire yn acting like ur 12 years old annabethhh finally someone said it lukecastellan annie ur my sister ur supposed to take my side wtf annabethhh 🤷‍♀️

silenabeauregard so where’s the summer loving?

yn u caught the grease reference!

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yn best girlfriends

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lukecastellan pic creds??

yn pic creds to this whiny baby lukecastellan u cried over good will hunting i aint forget yn how did u Not cry. it was so sad lukecastellan i look over and u were crying not once not twice but 4 times. yn im never watching anything w u ever again lukecastellan u cant ever replace me im one of a kind yn ����

silenabeauregard I LOVE YOU GORGEOUS GIRL

yn MWAH MWAH 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

clarisse YURRR

travistole soft launching me i like it 😍

connorstole ik u lying rn yn 😭 silenabeauregard WHAT clarisse oh that's not... annabethhh yn ?????

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travistole best duos

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connorstole why did yn get the priority tag

travistole bc we're the better duo yn so true (clarisse solos u) travistole oh im well aware clarisse 😁

yn people r gonna think im ur gf

annabethhh u arent??? yn i burst into tears how could u. travistole hey now. i'm not that bad. yn im going to kms silenabeauregard annabeth 💀 clarisse 💀 connorstole 💀 percyjackson 💀 cbeckendorf 💀 chrisrodriguez 💀 annabethhh what do you all know that i don't???

cbeckendorf love you too man

travistole 💋 clarisse silena yo mans acting up again

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view silenabeauregard's story.

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lukecastellan 🚷

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yn im w silena tho

lukecastellan shes cheating on u w charlie yn ig ur my last option silenabeauregard nooo yn come back bbg

chrisrodriguez bro stood up

percyjackson finally

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yn last man on earth

tagged lukecastellan

lukecastellan thanks

yn i like donating to the poor! lukecastellan come donate in my cabin connorstole we sleep there nasty mf

annabethhh YOU'RE DATING LUKE?

g_man cmon now... percyjackson wise girl... yn sister-in-laws?

clarisse wow really.

travistole wouldve never guessed. chrisrodriguez had us fooled. connorstole impossible. cbeckendorf really confounded us silenabeauregard almost like they didn't act like they were about to kiss all the time yn kys.

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[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

percy x gn!reader taking a hit for him and almost dying while fighting a villian? if this makes you uncomfy no need to do it!

Percy Jackson x Gn!reader taking a hit, while fighting and getting critically injured/near death experience

It happened before he saw it. He only heard you grunt as you made your blow on the 6-foot monster. Its talions scraping the earth as it lashed around trying to snag the duo--But given !reader´s size they had the upperhand by being able to duck between the monsters legs and tail--far away from its humongous claws. This was until it had managed to scrape its long claws in !readers direction, wounding their leg so their knees buckled unexpectedly. They staggered as they tried to maintain their alance, as they whipped their head around they were met with a giant hand that grabbed them and squeezed really hard around their torso. Percy lept forward and slashed its fingers off, setting the !reader free. But it hurts somewhere deep in their hest and everytime they took a breath it made a very weird scratchy-rattling noise.

Then they saw it, Percy trying to distract it by slashing it repeatedly, like what he had once done with the practicing-dummy, and he ran in circles to make it lose its breath--but when Percy jumped and rolled out of its way, the monsters tail hit Percy hard enough for him to slam into the nearest wall in the cave. that wall being a 10 meters away. By some miracle, there was a river nearby, in which Percy would heal himself with--but they couldnt help your instincts screaming to save him. The !reader dashed across the hard stoned floor and managed to get a bad, long claw mark puncturing the flesh and bones that were there while trying to protect Percy. They looked down and saw that the claws had been able to not only scrape the flesh, but also gone straight through t heir body. Their torso immedietly ingulfed in hot red. It burned. They were downed, but only for a moment, before Percy unleashed a godlike tsunami that knocked the monster back until it fell on its butt from the wave. The next moments are a bit of a blur since !reader were laying far away from the fight. But here we are.

Headcanons: (you didnt specify if it was friend or as lovers, so were doing a bit of both + neutral ones)

Percy abandoned riptide on the ground as he ran back towards !reader, his anger faded into true worry.

"Cmon, cmon!" he muttered, as he dug through a bag of medical supplies. but it was only filled with ambrosia and nectar, which wasnt that useful with holes in peoples bodies and usually only used for wounds. Either way,

Percy gave it to !reader to keep them atleast sane from the pain.

The reader would definetly be thrashing in pain and full on screaming.

Percy would be sweating more than any normal, greasy teenager on earth in that moment-his hands shaking with shock.

He would get flashbacks to when he had nightmares of Sally getting beat up, even though he never saw that happen. "Our little secret"-Gabe would tell Percy but who knew?, maybe Sally went through physical abuse too?

He pulled himself together, shaking his head, his hair tousled in the way !reader liked, only this wasnt the appropriate scenario to think about how his appearance was better-than-most-boys.

Percy lifted !readers body and ran out of the cave, stumbled only a tiny bit because his body cant keep up with his mind.

He would be thinking about the way back, following familiar landscaped.

The background would just smush together-so the !reader wouldnt really know if Percy was getting close to somewhere with proper supplies.

Percy glanced down with a panicked expression and a frown while the !reader gurgled (trying to talk but its futile).

At some point !reader would choke on their own blood and Percy would stop almost slipping on the grass, lifting your torso a bit higher and forward. !reader grabbed hard onto Percys bicep, to get some control of themselves.

With only woods in the area and Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-blood being miles away (this was a quest after all),

his best bet would be to try to locate the sea. He would close his eyes, imagining the soft waves crashing-

but it only looked like a typhoon to him because of stress and hidden anger-he would hear it and sense it somewhere further away.

He quickly started running, his breath heavy-barely breathing, and his body sluggish almost dropping you out of exhaustion on his part but pure determination keeping your body lifted.

He dug his fingers in the !readers legs and he ran as fast as his heart could beat.

Imagine if he tripped on a root, barely even able to stutter an apology because hes so out of breath and having the urge to cry out of frustration.

If they died, he would never forgive himself.

Miracles happen, even to the unfortunate, he sees the sea closing in.

He uses his powers to draw a giant tide to engulf !reader in it, putting as much water pressure in their wound on both sides on the body to keep the blood inside.

He would just jump into the tide, wrapping himself and them into a water bubble.

Percy might have been on the swimming team and he might have jumped from 50meters in the sky and into water from Blackjacks back--

but this was the fastest and craziest thing he had ever done. Fishes in the area would splutter away from the intensity.

No creature had even time to see what they were seeing, t

it looked like a water bubble moving faster than the speed of light-Percy swam so fast they werent sure if they had truly sense the Prince of Poseidon here.

But even so, rumours spread quickly, "The son of Poseidon carving out a path in the ocean, [...]..creating a mess..."

He got himself to the palace of his father, dempanded attention immedietly. His wife, being home at all times, wathced from the altar the morificating sight of a pale, and weak body hanging on for dear life-she could sense death was closing in. But she wasnt going to let someone Percy truly cared about die while she was there.

She swam lightning fast to collect what she needed and got straight to work.

No words were spoken, nothing had to be said, Percys green eyes glowed as he watched from the ocean ground, !reader getting treatment while he stood powerless. Yet again, he had been made of pawn for the gods.

Percy would sit his ass down so fast on that damn throne and scream Poseidons name, thats right, not father. Just Poseidon.

His screamed carried out for miles in the ocean. Not even the God himself could ignore such a strong cry.

"What is it tha--" Poseidon couldnt finish his sentence when he saw a rage so deep on his sons face he almost didnt want to know why or who managed to set him off so badly.

"Fix it." Anger rushed in Percys vains, he could only take countless deep breaths, keeping his fists close to his sides and biting back a sneer. Poseidon looked taken aback, fix what?

The Seagod then glanced to the right and saw an unknown stranger in his temple, laying on the ground as countless creatures tried to help, fish, stingrays, shark, even mythical being helped with the treatment and tried to reassure Amphitrite that she was only doing her best.

"My son-" Poseidon couldnt make miracles, he cant just hand them out. Percy knew that, but he still cut him off because he didnt want to hear the same old words.

"Gods do not meddle in mortal affairs. That is why we are Gods". Percy couldnt help but have bitter thoughts to that.

"At least, make the hole disappear". Percy threw out his hand sin frustration, water starting to bubble around him as the temperature increased and his eyes glowed green in the ambient temple that was only lit by a couple of lanters/torches nearby.

"I understand youre angry but--" Poseidon would argue against him, even his son. Percy threaten to ask for help on his knees in front of another Gods and put shame on the family´s name, telling others that "not even Poseidon himself could do anything".

In the end, Poseidon had no choice. With a flick on the Gods hand and a wave with his tridant, !reader would escape from death this time.

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While the reader was passed out, because fo the amount of Godly help they got, their body was completely exhausted and fatigued of the amount of power that suddenly washed over them.

Percy floated back and forth rapidly, pulling his jet black hair apart.

The room seemed to grow hot and cold as if it didnt know which temperature it really was supposed to take.

The air buzzed with energy and grew somewhat tense, the sound of water was loud, vibrating - instead of a distant hum.

On land, boats would suffer tide after tsunami, making an appearance on the local news. "Giant wave warning! Dont go near the beach!". Some newsreporters were even saying that some evacuation mihgt be neaded, because the beach was suffering a flood.

The colour of the ocean had somewhat changed, at least where Percy was. The colour that was once bright and a pretty blue, were now a disgusting murky colour that looked like it had been filthy with trash.

As time passed Percy would suffer mental breakdowns and feel nauseous from replaying what had happened.

His stepmother would leave Percy alone, figuring that she didnt want to face his wrath.

After about two hours, when they had awoken, they could see a blurred image of a person sitting down on their bed. Percys was leaning his head in his lap and kept putting pressure against his head from a mighty headache he had given himself. His eyes shut and the buzzing in his ears muffling any sound of movement from !reader.

"Mh.!" One sound was all it took for Percy to make him pause and pull himself out of his chaotic headspace, before a look of relief washed over him.

It was almost cute how easily he gets happy when !reader is okay. Imagine a character from a TV-series seeing their loved one again is alive, its beautiful.

Percys eyes had a shimmer to them now, glossy from relieved happiness. He pulled them into a tight hug before he harshly pulled himself away, scared he might hurt you.

But them remember that that wasnt possible since they had fully healed.

"Ah.." Percy sighed in disbelief as he laid his eyes upon them. They were okay. A lonely tear ran down his cheek and they ushered him forward with outstretched arms.

A hug can say so much. It speaks on so many volumes. youre here. youre alive. thank god. oh my god i cant believe this. stop, this cant be real. oh my god. please dont leave me again.

He had a hard time talking after that. He kept hiccuping as he sobbed harder by the second. His body shook and seemed to incredibly frail, !reader could only wrap reassuring arms around him.

In the end, Percy would lay comfortably on the bed, next to them. And fall asleep from the events that had happened that very day.

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It was mentally exhausting how much he loved them. Not just to a normal degree, but to every single level. Percy just loves the people he holds close to much, he gets overwehlmed.

When he only had Grover in school, he could only rely on him. Annabeth and Tyson came and he finally had the power to protect. This time however, it had failed him. He couldnt protect them.

After this, Percy would train himself broken and damaged until he was sure that he could throw himself in front of them if it ever were to happen. Or that he could, perhaps manage to get on his feet faster or duck quicker and become more agile.

He would ask Chiron to train him or give him personal constructive criticism, but Chiron tells him hes already great-and cannot give anything.

Percy would pull so many muscles, slashing his sword with a brooding look on his face. He imagined it. over and over and over again. That monster that he couldnt defeat.

Because the fact that he couldnt protect them meant that he couldnt protect anyone. A failure to protect the people around him, is a failed quest.

He took it as a personal insult to his skill and who he is as a person.

He would ask Annabeth for battle strategies, insput on anything he can take in.

Spend time observing the !reader became a habit. Almost in a controlling or anxious way. He started doing in a subconscious way too. During dinner, his eyes would glaze upon the open area of tables, searching for them and making sure theyre safe.

After this incident, his eyes kept searching for danger. Anythign that could potentially ruin his peace.

If !reader was a lover, he would sneak into their bedroom to sleep in their bed. He had never done that before prior to the relationship but his anxiety would let him rest, he needed to be there.

He could also be more into PDA, slinging an arm around his friend / s/o´s shoulders as a way to ground himself.

He would feel the safest at sea and in his own cabin room, where he could truly have control.

At night, with Blackjack he would make sure the camp was safe and that the sea would be calm because any loud tides or tsunamis would distract him if there were potential threats.

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[ever8ea]

Hiiii

Do you think you could do Ares kids headcanons?

˗ˏˋCabin 5 Headcanons´ˎ˗

Record: Know Your Enemy - Rage Against The Machine

• Ares, god of war and battle

• Can pull off any shade of red

• hot asf, all of them

• They have near-perfect aim, and so excel in combat and most sports

• They have a secret stuffed animal mascot. Nobody knows about it

• Their faces flush red when they get angry or excited

• Try to come off as witty, but actually spend hours thinking about clever comebacks/insults

• Their cabin is surprisingly neat and clean like an army barracks

• constantly get pranked on by the Hermes cabin, but can never catch them in the act

• They always wear their hair up so they'll be ready for anything

• Combat boot enjoyers

• They have a lucky edge when it comes to games of any kind, even board games

• either love punk-rock music or despise it

• They wear athleisure OR a leather item constantly

• very self aware, but don’t come off that way. Lots of insecurities, but they help each other through it

• A lot of them obsessively collect sneakers

• Dark color enjoyers, warm-toned people

• Any armor fits them perfectly

• masters of the dramatic entrance/ dramatic exit

• During a fight, adrenaline rushes can keep them on their feet for far longer than they should

• you love Spider-Man, don’t you 🫵

• It's much more difficult to break a weapon in a child of Ares hand

• have thought about burning down a building/committing arson at LEAST once

• Injuries heal faster than normal, but even small cuts leave scars

A/n: my gf is one of y’all

[ilikepjo24]

Just so you know, the Ares cabin is right beside the Poseidon cabin, which means that Clarisse is very capable of blasting metal music and starting some kind of small moss pit with her siblings at 3am in the morning to torture Percy every time he pisses her off.

[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

'Young And Beautiful'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfAphrodite!Reader

A/N:I want a relationship like this

Yes.Yes it is based on 'Young and beautiful' by Lana Del Rey - Clarisse comforts reader.Fluff.

In the heart of Camp Half-Blood, surrounded by the comforting presence of ancient trees and the distant sounds of demigods training.Clarisse La Rue couldn't ignore the distant sound of soft sobbing.Concern etched across her features,she followed the sorrowful melody - only to find you - her girlfriend,a daughter of Aphrodite,softly crying,your tears glistening like diamonds in the fading sunlight as you sat alone by the lake.

Clarisse approached silently, taking in the tear-streaked face of the usually radiant girl. "What's eatin' at you, huh?" she asked, crouching down beside her girlfriend.

"I don't know,Clar.." you whispered,your voice shaky. "Sometimes I wonder, will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?"

Clarisse felt her heart ache at the vulnerability in those words. She cupped your face in her hands, wiping away the tears with her calloused thumbs. "Hey, listen to me. I don't care about all that superficial stuff. You're beautiful to me, not just because of your looks, but because of who you are."

She took a deep breath, the gravity of the moment sinking in. "We're demigods, you know? Our lives are far from easy, and we can't predict what lies ahead. But what I do know is that I love you for your strength, your spirit, and everything that makes you who you are - not just for your looks."

You sniffled, a faint smile appearing on your face. "I'm scared, Clar.Scared that one day you'll see me differently, that I won't be enough."

Clarisse pulled you into a comforting embrace. "You're more than enough. I love you for your flaws,your fears,and your dreams.And as long as I'm breathing, I'll be here by your side, no matter what life throws at us."

You let out a shaky breath, a small smile playing on your lips. "You always know the right things to say..."

"That's 'cause I mean 'em," Clarisse replied, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "We're in this together, okay? Through the battles and the quiet moments, through youth and time. You're stuck with me and I'll be damned if I let you go."

They sat by the lake, wrapped in each other's warmth, as the night whispered secrets to the stars. In that quiet moment, Clarisse made a silent promise to her girlfriend: to love her fiercely, unconditionally, and for all the ages they would face together in their journey.

A/N:SORRY FOR THE PREV ANGSTY POST 💞

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

⚔ ARES: God of War and Violence 🐗

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you get claimed, it’s either during or after a victorious battle. If it’s during a battle, like Capture the Flag, it’s when your blood is pumping and you’re on adrenaline high. You could be losing or winning, but you hit that point of state where you’re just so in the zone before you realize you’re covered in red. You decimate the other team, striking fear in their hearts as they see you running over their teammates, your weapon swinging like it’s your own limb. Everyone looks above your head as they see the floating red boar above your head and then you hear a roar of cheer from your now half–siblings. They let out whoops, howls, and cheers, slapping you on the back and some wrestling you if you’re still battle high, before they lift you up and carry you around. 

When you’re shown the cabin, you’re immediately nerved by the boar head posted above the door, its eyes following you…but you can’t focus on that because you’re immediately told and made to remember where the live mines are around the entrance. They didn’t clarify if they were actual mines or alternative mines…they said it was classified information and you didn’t have the clearance level yet. Either which you didn’t want to find out the hard way.

If the Hephaestus cabin is the forge, you bet you can imagine that the Ares cabin is their armoury. It's not on the scale as theirs, but its pretty close. Weapons galore. It's a weapon maniacs dream. You have equipment here to upkeep and maintain weapons and if you pick out a weapon that you're not sure how to maintain? You have siblings jumping up the chance to show you. 

You wanna try and wield different weapons? Go on ahead! Every Ares’ member has their own mini armoury and collection of weapons. 

Y'know how siblings like to push each other and get into play fights? Yeah, the Ares cabin is like that constantly. It goes from rough housing to actual sparring. If you're not a big fan of participating in it, you're going to learn how to redirect people's movements. Don't worry about it getting the heat off you, as long its not entirely personal, you have another Ares’ sibling ready to switch with you. 

You also begin to take on bets because with the amount of rough-housing and sparring, it's just too good of an opportunity. The currency ranges from actual dollars, drachmas, candy bars, or what have you. All currency is accepted.  

People often like talking with their fists, but it's mostly getting rid of the pent up emotions when you guys do some talk to talk. Got to be fair you know.

If you're not particularly looking for a fight, don't worry about it. While it is true, you're a war god child, you're also good at de-escalating. After all, there's a reason in the book, "The Art of War", Sun Tzu says "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting".

Blood was roaring in your ears with eyes red as you gripped your weapon high. Your veins were pumping with adrenaline, almost making you shake but you never felt more alive. You had just won and you thrust up your weapon high in the air, and let out a yell. Immediately, a cacophony of cheers and yells joined you, sending another spike of adrenaline and you faintly saw the claim of Ares above your head. People swarmed you and in the zone, you attacked them which they gleefully returned back the favour. Then they lifted you up in the air, cheering that about another child of Ares as you were carried back to the Ares cabin where your siblings plopped you in front of it, and Clarisse at the head. 

She grinned at you, her figure imposing but you kept your chin high. 

“Not bad, but expected as a child of Ares. Don’t let it get to your head because there’s plenty coming” she said. 

“Bring it on” you fired back with a grin as she gave a smirk. 

“I’m Clarisse Rue, cabin leader of Cabin 5. Welcome to the Ares cabin.”