#camp halfblooded fluff

[soulofapatrick]

Yours, Always - Will Solace x Male reader One Shot

Summary: “the reader is to others this tough and sometimes intimidating guy but when alone with Will he just melts and is super soft.” Request from anon 

Warnings: Smut; fluff; gay smut; dom/sub slightly

Words: 2.2K

Notes: To the anon that requested this back in march I hope this is what you were looking for sorry it took so long to write

Y/N’s POV

Will’s weight settles over me, solid and warm, and all I can do is lie there and feel.

My back is pressed into the mattress of his bed in Cabin 7, sheets tangled beneath us, his thigh slotted between mine. He smells like sunlight and healing herbs and the faint remnants of summer rain—the kind that sneaks in through the window during a lazy afternoon. His golden hair is mussed where I ran my fingers through it, strands falling in front of his ridiculously pretty eyes.

He has this look in them, this knowing smirk paired with so much softness it makes my chest ache.

“You do realise how fucking gorgeous you are like this, right?” he says, his voice low and rough against my throat. “Laid out. Breathless. Mine.”

I shiver.

To everyone else, I’m sharp edges and don’t-fuck-with-me energy. I train hard, talk less, keep people at arm’s length with a stare that could level a god. I’ve always had to be that guy—the one who doesn't break, who doesn't bend.

But Will doesn’t just make me bend. He melts me.

“Will…” I murmur, and it’s meant to be a warning, a weak protest, but it comes out like a plea.

He grins against my skin. “What? You gonna growl at me, tough guy?”

I want to. I should. But instead, my hands find his shoulders, nails biting into sun-warmed skin, and I drag him closer until our hips meet and he groans, low and needy. I kiss him like I need him to breathe—because maybe I do. He tastes like mint and honey, and every slow roll of his tongue against mine makes my thoughts blur out into static.

His fingers drag slowly, agonisingly slowly, down my chest, over old scars and muscle, and I can feel how much he adores every inch of me. Not just how I look, but how I give in to him. How I soften beneath him when no one else gets to see me like this.

“You’re so good for me,” he murmurs against my collarbone, licking a stripe along it just to hear me gasp. “All that strength, and you hand it over like a gift.”

“It’s not fair,” I whisper, already breathless. “You shouldn’t be this good at driving me insane.”

Will pulls back just enough to look at me, brushing a thumb across my cheek. His smile is reverent. “You’re so beautiful when you let yourself fall apart.”

I want to say something back, something like you’re the only one I’d ever let see me like this, but then he’s tugging at the waistband of my pants, sliding them down with practiced ease, and the words dissolve in my throat.

I’m already half-hard beneath him, and when his hand wraps around me, slow and sure, I curse—loudly.

“Language,” Will teases, grinning, but there’s heat in his eyes now. Heat and hunger.

I can’t help the way my hips buck into his touch, desperate for more. He leans down and kisses me again, deep and consuming, as he strokes me slow—too slow. My hands fly to his back, trying to ground myself, but he’s everywhere—his mouth, his hands, his warmth pressing me into the mattress like I belong there.

And gods, I do. I belong right here, under him.

“I want you,” I whisper, voice cracking. “Please, Will. I need you.”

That gets him.

His smile falters into something tender and serious. He kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheek, then whispers against my lips, “You have me. Always.”

He shifts just long enough to grab the little bottle from his nightstand—he always keeps it there for nights like this—and warms the lube between his fingers.

His hips press me down into the bed like he owns me. Maybe he does.

The sheets are damp with sweat, twisted beneath my back. My thighs are trembling on either side of his waist, open wide, shaking from anticipation, from nerves, from the weight of his stare. Will’s looking at me like I’m something holy. Like he’s about to worship me.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs against my skin, voice soft, but charged—like a current crawling beneath the surface of my skin. “Let go.”

I try, but my body is strung tight. I’m stretched out beneath him, exposed in a way I never let anyone see me. My chest rising and falling too fast. My fingers clutching the sheets like they might ground me.

Then he touches me—his hand slick, warm, slow. His fingers slide between my thighs, teasing, circling, before slipping inside me with a practiced ease that still makes me gasp, every time.

My breath catches in my throat.

The stretch burns, but it’s good—so good it makes my toes curl and my lips part on a moan I can’t hold back. He works me open with such aching patience, curling his fingers just right until my hips lift off the bed without permission.

“That’s it,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Gods, I want to be good for him. I want to give him everything.

By the time he’s slicked himself up, lined himself against me, and pushes in—slow, deliberate, inch by inch—I’m panting, trembling, staring up at him like he’s the only thing tethering me to the world.

The initial stretch makes my back arch off the bed. It’s a burn, a deep one, dragging a raw noise from my throat that doesn’t sound like me. It’s too vulnerable. Too honest. But Will doesn’t look away—not for a second.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, brushing my cheek. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

When he’s fully seated inside me, his hips flush to mine, I feel full in a way that borders on overwhelming. Like he’s everywhere—inside me, around me, under my skin.

He gives me a moment, just holding me, kissing my jaw, my throat, my lips. His thumb rubs slow circles into my hip.

And then he moves.

The first thrust knocks the air out of my lungs.

My fingers dig into his back as he pulls out halfway and sinks back in, deep and slow. It’s intense. Every movement drags across that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. I gasp, clutching at him, nails leaving red crescents on his golden skin.

“Will—fuck—” My voice breaks, high and desperate. I don’t sound like myself. I sound wrecked.

His pace quickens, hips snapping forward with more force, more hunger, but still somehow loving. Always loving. Every thrust sends a wave of heat through me, makes me feel like I’m unraveling at the seams. The room narrows until all I know is the stretch, the pressure, the deep throb of pleasure blooming in my gut.

“You feel so good,” he growls into my ear, voice hoarse. “You were made for me. Gods, you feel perfect.”

I don’t know what I say in return—maybe his name, maybe some half-formed plea—but I know I’m trembling beneath him, legs locking around his waist to keep him close, closer. My cock is pressed between us, leaking, aching, dragging across his stomach with every thrust.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever—”

“I won’t.” He kisses me hard, deep, his hand sliding down to wrap around me. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, baby.”

When his hand closes around me, it’s too much.

The rhythm of his hips, the friction of his body against mine, the pressure of his hand—it slams into me all at once like a tidal wave, crashing through my core. My orgasm rips through me with a full-body shudder. My vision whites out, my mouth falling open in a broken cry. I come hard between us, over his hand, his stomach, my own chest.

Will fucks me through it, groaning against my skin as I pulse and twitch beneath him, body wracked with aftershocks.

Then I feel it—his hips stuttering, his breath hitching.

He thrusts deep, grinding against me with one final push before spilling inside, heat flooding me in a way that feels so intimate it nearly breaks me. He moans my name—ragged and raw—before collapsing onto me, panting into my neck.

I hold him.

Arms wrapped around his back, legs tangled, our skin slick and hot and shaking. I don’t want to move. I don’t think I can.

“Will…” I whisper, heart still racing, voice barely there.

He lifts his head and looks at me—his expression dazed, flushed, and so full of love it makes my throat ache.

“I’ve got you,” he says softly, brushing sweat-damp hair from my forehead. “Always.”

And I believe him.

Because under all the armour, beneath all the toughness I wear like a second skin—with him, I don’t have to pretend.

With him, I can fall apart.

And he’ll always be there to hold the pieces.

The silence that follows is thick with heat and heartbeats, broken only by the sound of our breathing—shallow, uneven, coming down from something so overwhelming it still echoes in my bones.

Will’s weight is heavy on top of me, but not in a way that’s uncomfortable. It’s grounding. Comforting. His skin is sticky against mine, flushed with exertion, but neither of us moves. I don’t want him to. I don’t want to lose the feeling of his body on mine, in mine, around mine.

I feel safe. I don’t say it out loud. I don’t need to.

His fingers drift lazily along my side, tracing idle, featherlight shapes. Stars, probably. Maybe suns. Whatever they are, they feel like love.

“You okay?” he murmurs softly, lips brushing my temple.

I nod. Swallow hard. “Yeah… more than okay.”

He lifts his head enough to look at me properly. His blue eyes—bright, soft, a little sleepy—search my face like he’s still memorising it, even after all this time.

I know I probably look a mess. My cheeks are flushed, my lips swollen, my hair sticking up in all the wrong directions, and my eyes probably still glassy. But Will looks at me like I’m beautiful. Like I’m his.

“You melted,” he says, grinning.

I groan and hide my face in his shoulder. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I will start,” he teases, arms tightening around me. “You go around camp all tough and scary, giving people the death glare, and then five minutes with me and you’re whimpering and clinging to me like—”

“I will hex you.”

“You won’t,” he says smugly, and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Because you secretly love it when I talk like this.”

He’s not wrong. And I hate that he knows it.

I sigh, exasperated but smiling, because I really can’t help it when he’s like this—warm and smug and unbearably good. His fingers are already back to drawing gentle lines on my skin, coaxing the tension from my muscles with each pass.

“Let me clean you up?” he whispers after a while, brushing his nose against my jaw. “Then I’ll get you water. Maybe one of my shirts?”

Gods. I love when he does that. When he takes care of me like I’m something precious. Not just a child of Ares who is meant to be rough around the edges, mean and callous. 

I nod, voice too soft to say yes out loud, and he presses one last kiss to my lips before pulling back—slowly, carefully, whispering quiet apologies at every flinch, every shiver. He helps me sit up, legs still trembling a little, and tugs his shirt off the hook beside the bed before gently slipping it over my head.

It smells like him. Cedarwood, lemon, and something clean and sun-warmed. I melt again, just a little.

“You okay to stay here tonight?” he asks while wiping me down with a warm cloth, his hands so gentle it nearly undoes me.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

He smiles at that. That smile—sunlight and softness and something that feels like home. Then he pulls me back into bed, into his arms, into the tangle of sheets and the heat we’ve left behind. My head fits perfectly on his chest, my body tucked against his, his heartbeat thudding under my ear.

And when he presses a kiss to my hair and whispers, “I love seeing this side of you. The soft part you only give to me,” I don’t flinch. I don’t run.

I just let him hold me, and I let myself be held.

Because with Will, I don’t have to be the tough guy. I don’t have to guard my heart, or armour my softness. I can melt.

And he’ll catch me every single time.

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Colour theory (fluff)

Luke Castellan x gn!reader fluff

Prompt: Luke comes into your cabin at night for some cuddles... and to discuss eye colours

My first PJO post, im excited and i hope you like it!

Requests are open, dont be shy :)

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You drowsily blinked open your eyes, the moon light was shining into the cabin. It was late at night, noone was up yet. You could hear the soft breathing of your cabin mates. You turned around with a sigh and pulled the blanket over your shoulder, closing your eyes again.

There was a quiet knock on the window where your bed was placed under. You opened your eyes again and pushed yourself up from the matress. You huffed but leaned up to peak out of the window.

A soft smile grew on your face as you sat up on your knees to unlock the window and slowly open it to avoid making noises. After all, you didnt want to wake your cabin mates. Or attract any cantankerous harpies.

The window squeaked quietly when you slowly opened it. The window sill made a slight cracking noise when Luke stepped on it.

You offered your hand and he grabbed it tight when he carefully climbed into your cabin. He was just in his camp halfblood tshirt, grey sweatpants and socks, carrying his sneakers in one hand.

He gently stepped on your bed, holding your hand for support and put his shoes on the floor once he was inside. You leaned up to lean against his shoulders after he sat on your bedside.

"Hey." You murmured. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed your nose. You scrunched it and Luke continued to pepper your face with kisses for a few moments which made you giggle. "Hey." He whispered back finally.

"Thought I would come around." He whispered and you lifted the blanket up for him to slip under it next to you. Luke fell onto the matress next to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Thats nice." You chuckled quietly as you rubbed your eyes.

You sunk back into your pillow with a heavy sigh and pulled Luke closer to you. He leaned up and rested his head on your chest.

You smiled widely and combed your hand through his hair, hair strands running between your fingers. "How are you?" You asked whispering. Luke only hummed and you thought he was too close to sleeping to give you a proper answer but then he whispered against your skin.

A warm summer breeze blew through the open window, carrying the smell of grass and salty water from the lake into the cabin. Luke sighed relaxed and inhaled the fresh air, his fluffy hair tingeling your chin.

"Tired." He grumbled softly. "How come?" You asked concerned while you brushed one of his curls from his forehead. Luke sighed slightly annoyed and buried himself deeper into your body. "Cabin is loud. We got a lot of newbies." He groaned quietly.

Luke often complained about the Hermes cabin being overcrowded. Which was true, it were too many people to an extend where you couldnt get out at night because the floor was covered in sleeping campers during the night.

Luke always got a lot on his plate with keeping his cabin in track, making sure they all arrive at the meals on time and finding a place for everyone to sleep. It got onto him sometimes, it wasnt a rare thing that he sometimes joined you in bed in the middle of the night. He was always craving your comfort and touch and sometimes it just got too much.

"Im proud of you, ya know?" You whispered while you gently rubbed Luke's shoulder muscles. The blond boy groaned in pain but leaned closer. You laughed quietly, massaging his hard muscles.

"Come on." You nudged his thigh with your leg and he pushed himself up to lay down between your legs to rest his head on your chest. You scooted a little more in the middle of the bed, which was barely enough for two people but it was sufficient. It was a good excuse to initiate some cuddling, when the two of you first started dating.

Your boyfriend exhaled calmly. "I like the kids. But sometimes its just too much." He whispered, you leaned down to see that his eyes were half-closed. He smiled at you lazily as you got back to rubbing his shoulder muscles.

"I know you like your kids. But you are allowed to feel overwhelmed. You got a lot to manage and you are doing a great job. Hell, i dont know how i would manage to make sure that a whole army of kids is kept fed." You chuckled into his hair. Luke leaned up to kiss your clavicel as it was right next to him.

"Thank you." He whispered back. There was a faint blush on Luke's cheeks and you took a moment to admire his beauty. His dreamy blue eyes were slightly glazed over but he smiled at you softly.

"I love your eyes." You whispered and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Luke smiled widely and propped his head up on his hands, looking up at you.

"One of the new kids said the colour is called 'old world blue' because it has a little yellow around the pupil." You hid your laugh behind your hand to not wake your cabin mates.

"I see. Maybe an Iris kid?" You suggested, still snickering lightly. Luke nodded eagerly. "Absolutly. She ran around the camp all day, telling people their eye colours. Did you know that Mr. D's eyes are not actually grape purple? They are indigo."

You smiled at Luke's excitement. "No, i was unaware." You chuckled. Luke layed back down and relaxed against your touch. His weight felt good on our body, it kept you grounded and helped you relax your own body. "You have to introduce me to her, i would love to find out what my eye colour is."

"I will. But no matter what colour it is, you are always beautiful." Luke whispered sheepishly. You laughed at how adorable he was behaving. "Thank you, my love." You snickered.

"Old world blue... that's my favorite colour ever now." You whispered into his hair. It was quiet for a few seconds before Luke mumbled back.

"I wonder what my new favorite colour will be."

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“Honor Among Thieves & Dreamers” (a Luke Castellan x plus sized Fem! OC fanfic) PART 1

Harpies. Damn leather-winged beast women. Sonya Sanchez could hear their grinding squeals of excitement from overhead. She was doomed. Running with all her might she pushed forward towards the hill with the big pine tree that resembled the sketch in her older brother’s notebook before he disappeared. Her only hope of safety was beyond that tree, assuming her brother’s instructions weren’t misleading. The thought of her brother made her bitter and should’ve spurred her on. But as the airborn monsters were circling closer, she felt every muscle in her body turn to lead. Sonya collapsed about three yards from the tree, face planting in the ground and getting a mouthful of dirt. She knew the feeling: Struggling to breathe, unable to move even a single finger. She had been diagnosed with narcolepsy with cataplexy, and in her case, that meant the dreaded loss of muscle control when she experienced strong emotions. What an embarrassment. This? This is how I’m dying?

A harpy’s whip cracked and slashed her back as the beating of wings became louder and more ominous. Sonya couldn’t even cry out in pain, she was so paralyzed. Claws pinned down her arms and dug into her flesh. She breathed in more dirt. Her last memory before everything went black was the shouting of what she could only assume were humans. Darkness enveloped her senses. At least the pain is gone. At least I can rest.

Minutes seemed to pass before light seeped through Sonya’s closed eyelids. She opened them, startled, and gasping for air (remembering the feeling of suffocation before she blacked out). She was in a well lit room, where bright rays of sunshine poured through long windows. I can breathe. I must be safe!

Sonya looked around, suspiciously eyeing the girl staring at her. The girl had dark skin, dark long hair, braided and pulled back, and her arms were crossed expectantly. Sonya opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted by the girl calling someone named “Chiron”.

Through the tall open doorway to the outside, a man… no, a centaur entered. “Welcome, Sonya Sanchez, to Camp Half-Blood. Your brother Miguel said you’d arrive here… eventually.” The towering half-man half-horse said with a low powerful voice.

“So- he’s here right now? Miguel is here?” Sonya said, her stomach churning with mixed emotions. Or maybe she was just nervous to be the center of the centaur and young girl’s attention.

“Your brother… well, I’ll explain later. First. Are you feeling well? The ambrosia should’ve helped immensely.” Chiron asked, sympathetic.

“I’m… ok.” Sonya replied, getting out of bed and gingerly stretching to see if the pain of her previous wounds would return. Much to her relief, she only felt a slight ache.

“Very well, then. Let me show you to Cabin 11, Hermes’ Cabin. Luke Castellan will get you settled in, and then give you a tour of the camp.”

Sonya followed Chiron out of the house she had been resting in. Lots of teens and tweens in orange shirts eyed her curiously as she walked through the large field of grass past a giant rock climbing wall and a river. Sonya felt a bit embarrassed, suddenly aware of how disheveled she was. Her jeans had grass and dirt stains from when she had fallen outside the camp. Her AC/DC shirt had ragged holes in the back where the Harpy’s claws had dug into her flesh.

Chiron led her to one of many cabins surrounding a large green grassy clearing. This cabin was simple and resembled a typical summer camp cabin in its architecture, but was much bigger, and when she entered she realized why. Cabin 11 was jam-packed with kids, tweens, and teens all in shirts that said Camp Half-Blood. Some looked mischievous and others looked bored. None of them looked very much alike, and their chatter became hushed as she entered. Four teenage boys who looked to be Sonya’s age looked up from a boardgame they were playing on one of the many bunk beds.

Chiron spoke, finally. “Luke, this is Sonya.”

One of the board-gaming boys got up from the floor. He was tall, slim, and had dark curly hair. A long thin scar graced the right side of his face, making a vertical line from his cheekbone to his jaw. Sonya blushed as the boy approached her. She discreetly leaned against the doorframe so that she didn’t fall from cataplexy.

“Welcome, Sonya.” Luke said. His voice was friendly and put her at ease.

“Thanks,” She replied.

“I’m sorry about your brother. I’m sure he’d love to know you made it to Camp Half-Blood safely.” Luke said.

Sonya frowned. “He’s not here? Uh… why are you sorry?”

“I’ll leave you two to talk things through,” Chiron said in a serious tone, retreating from the cabin door and exiting towards the fields.

The gravity of Luke’s words and Chiron’s reaction to the topic of Miguel registered in Sonya’s heart. Was Miguel… dead? It felt like a slap in the face, but the way Luke phrased things…

“Oh… I see.” Luke said, pursing his lips and glancing angrily for a moment in the direction of where Chiron was leaving. “I thought Chiron would’ve told you. Your brother is… dead. I’m so sorry, Sonya.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. It felt like a slap in the face. Sonya couldn’t figure out if it was anger or sadness that brought the tears. She slid to the ground, the cataplexy getting the best of her. Luke crouched down by her, looking very concerned as Sonya slumped with her eyes closed but still streaming with tears.

“What’s wrong with her?” One of the other kids who had been playing the board game asked.

“Give her some space guys. I think she passed out.” Luke said, sternly. “Can you hear me, Sonya?” Luke said, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. Sonya was unresponsive as another minute ticked by. “Go get some ice water from the big house!” Luke instructed. “I’ll keep an eye on her and I’ll make sure she doesn’t stop breathing.”

Sonya heard campers rushing by her. She fought against the cataplexy. Even just trying to open her mouth and speak felt impossible. She wanted so badly to let Luke and the other campers know she was ok. Finally. She felt her emotions calm down a bit, while focusing on Luke’s comforting hand on her shoulder. She blinked open her eyes, regaining control of her muscles and gasping for much needed air. She saw Luke’s stressed and intense expression and she immediately knew she should explain, before those other campers came back and dunked ice water on her.

“I’m ok… I’m ok.” She said. “I’m sorry. I just… I got emotional, and when I feel strong emotions I lose muscle control. It’s a condition that’s called cataplexy. It’s part of my life as a narcoleptic.” Sonya said quickly, worried she’d get another bought of cataplexy and become paralyzed again.

Luke only seemed to relax a little bit. “That sounds like it really sucks. Is there any way I can help you when that happens? Can you breathe during cat… cat….?”

“—cataplexy. Yeah. I can breathe sometimes but if I fall face down or in a position that obstructs my breathing, it can get really bad.” Sonya felt embarrassed. What a way to hit it off with Luke. I just sent him and the other campers into a panic. “There’s not much you can do except make sure I’m able to breathe. Or get help if I hit my head.” Sonya elaborated.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Well, I guess this goes without saying,” Luke said, “but don’t go places alone if you can help it. I can keep an eye on you if you want.” He offered.

“Thanks.” Sonya said, relieved and surprised somebody cared enough to look out for her. A stark contrast to life with my family, back home.

“So, uh…” Luke offered a reassuring smile. “Did you bring anything with you to Camp Half-Blood? Or should I get you a sleeping bag and stuff like that?”

“I had a few things but I lost it when running from the Harpies.” Sonya sighed.

At that moment three demigods came rushing in with a giant bucket of ice water. “Is she still breathing?!” The girl holding the back of the bucket said, straining to keep her grip.

Sonya stood up so the girl could see she was ok. “I’m fine now!”

“Oh…. Luke? What should we do with the ice water?” The trio of campers asked.

Luke got up from the wood floor. “We COULD dump it in the river…. Or…” Luke paused, smirking mischievously. “We can use it to get back at Alex and Finn… for stealing the cabin savings.”

The latter idea was met by a loud chatter of agreement. Sonya giggled. She liked this Luke guy. He seems to have a good sense of humor.

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Oh Golden Child, Weep

Fandom: Percy Jackson Rating: Teen Characters: Lee Fletcher, Caz (Castor), OC daughter of Dionysus Summary: ‘I vow on the Styx to protect Will, whatever,’ Caz's voice cracked, ‘whatever happens to you.' The words settled like pebbles in their throat. Lee could not die. They wouldn't let it happen. This was their third oath tonight; one to the River, one to the beloved, one to themself. The Greeks had always loved a triad. (And a tragedy.) OR: Lee's upset and Caz wants to understand (and maybe kiss him a little bit too)

A/N: Agatha (Theo) is a daughter of Dionysus, about 11/12. Caz and Pollux are Scottish (Highlands), about 18 here

Caz knelt in the strawberry fields picking fruit for the following day’s delivery and soaking up the final swell of evening golden hour.

Spring was starting the other side of the border. Most campers didn’t notice or care, not when they lived in perpetual summer but those with plants in their blood and dirt under their nails could feel it, like labour pains, the earth beginning to wake and find that it was strong. Caz breathed in and held the air in their lungs, it felt of wet stones and crisp breeze and new, green leaves. It felt like home.

They were humming when Agatha found them, plopping down on her knees with a huff and an empty basket. Caz noticed her furrowed face straight away. It was adorable, two little lines creasing her brows, eyes large and round in concentration. They pulled her gently in for a forehead kiss but she didn’t melt into it as usual, slithering out of their grasp the second they began to lift away. Caz looked round for a familiar mop of blonde hair.

‘Will no' here?’

‘He has an infirmary shift,’ despite her little shrug as she said it, Theo’s frown deepened and she chewed at the corner of her lip. Caz turned back to the plants but kept her in sideview, she was clearly thinking very hard about something.

‘You want help fer summat m'eudail?’

She shot them a suspicious look, ‘How do you always do that?’

Caz deposited a handful of fat strawberries in her lap, ‘Do what?’

‘This,’ she gestured at the two of them with her still slightly chubby, childish hand, and when Caz didn’t immediately comprehend, huffed again, ‘how do you always know?’

Caz looked down at her, at the red splotches on her cheeks, her big doe eyes blinking at them, the way she sucked the inside of her cheek, and they grinned crookedly. ‘It’s one of ma magic powers,’ they waggled their fingers for extra effect.

And their gorgeous, perfect, wonderful little sister who had no idea how obviously she wore her heart on her sleeve, tilted her head, ‘Like your visions?’

Theo was right to be skeptical, she may only have been at camp for a year but Caz knew she’d noticed the gifts the three of them had inherited were rarely as pleasant as other campers’.

Maybe that’s why they played along with it now.

‘Aye,’ they winked, ‘bu' a hunnert times better because it’s about you.’

Theo preened and Caz couldn't stop themself from ruffling her hair, ‘Now, you wanna tell me what’s on yer mind?’

She picked one of the strawberries from her lap and nibbled it carefully, ‘What if it is something I promised not to tell anyone?’

Caz hummed, ‘Well it depends see. If somebody’s told you summat private then they trust you an’ you should keep it a secret, bu,’ they looked at her importantly, ‘if it’s something that worries you or is about you then you should tell someone older who can help.’

‘I see,’ Theo put her hand under her chin, looking for all the world like Rodin’s Thinker contemplating the gates of hell. That was in Paris right? Caz wondered if she’d ever seen it, they were pretty sure it was before her time —

‘What if I am worried about someone else?’

‘How about you tell me an’ Ah’ll help you decide?’

Theo hummed, considering, then, ‘Lee’s really sad.’

Oh. Oh. Their hand faltered on a plant. ‘Ma Lee?’

‘He doesn’t want anyone to know,’ her voice had dropped conspiratorially, ‘he was crying last night.’

Caz frowned. That, that was not a good thing.

Lee didn’t care in the slightest who saw him crying over a Disney film or a piece of music but if he thought even for a second that his feelings might upset or worry or distress/hurt/antagonise or otherwise inconvenience his siblings… well… Phoebus was a god of the arts, if not theatre exactly, and Lee was a deliriously self-sacrificing bastart.

They pushed aside the impulse to search him out right now and fixed Theo with a serious look. ‘How do you know?’

Theo blushed, ‘It’s a secret.’

Right, so Will told her.

They drew in a deep breath, ‘Thankye for telling me Aggie, you did the right thing,’ they leant down to her eye level, ‘bu' you don’t mention this to anyone else, ae? Ye’re right that he disny want people to know.’

‘But you’re different, no?’

Caz laughed and felt a light blush on their cheeks, ‘Aye. Ah’m different.’

‘Will you. Fix him?’ She dragged a finger through the soil but couldn’t stop the hopeful look on her face. It was no secret that all the younger kids adored him, especially Theo and Will, gods, it was like he had wee ducklings following everywhere he went. If Lee was sad, then they were sad, which is exactly why he went to such lengths to hide it all and why it was Caz’s job to provide a place where wee ears and eyes (and, as almost everyone in camp relied on him, not so wee ears and eyes) wouldn’t see him come undone.

‘Ah’ll talk to him,’ they nudged her shoulder, ‘Ah’ll look after him, ae?’

This finally seemed to settle the spring coil in her and she flung her arms around them and burrowed in. ‘Thank you.’

Caz chuckled and pressed their cheek to the top of her head, ‘Always m’eudail.’

Lee was waiting in their usual spot that evening, the smell of woodsmoke thick on his hoodie even though he hadn’t been wearing it at the campfire. Everyone knew sunshine was kind to the Cabin 7 kids, softening their features, making their skin glow, brightening their eyes, but their aunt was a goddess of light too, and that evening the moon cut shadows on Lee’s jawline and dipped his hair to the colour of caramalised honey.

Caz exhaled. They wouldn’t do him the injustice of comparing him to a god, they’d met too many and Lee surpassed them all. And yet, there was something divine to the tilt of his face, the almost feline curve of his eyes, the dark curl of his lashes; he was, Caz thought, the reason the Greeks wrote poetry.

They took the softest of steps forward and Lee’s head snapped up, gaze meeting theirs instantly. Caz laughed softly, ‘Jus’ once, a ghaol, could you let me catch you by surprise?’

The dark couldn’t quite hide Lee’s bashful smile, ‘Sorry, I don’t mean to spoil it.’

‘Mhmm,’ Caz closed the distance between them and brought one of Lee’s hands up to their mouth, ‘son of the One of Entrapment, unable to be hunted?’ They kissed the soft skin between his nails and first knuckles, lips curving into a grin as Lee shivered. ‘You do surprise me.’

Lee’s laugh was self-effacing, ‘Perhaps I’m just lucky, or,’ his face dimpled, ‘maybe you’re not as sneaky as you think, Mac an tSagairt.’

Caz sucked air through their teeth and their eyes dropped to his lips. Perhaps they could let Lee’s diffidence slide this one time, (he knew what he was doing, drawling their surname, in that manner, with that dimple and that mouth, sneaky bastart).

Lee pulled his hand away and stepped close enough that Caz had to tilt their head slightly to look up at him. ‘I love you,’

He’d said it reverently, but there was something sad in it too and it made Caz frown.

They stroked a thumb over his cheekbone, up to the corner of his eye and enjoyed the way his lashes fluttered closed. ‘What’s up with you, ae?’

Lee laughed and tried to kiss them.

Caz swerved, ‘Lee…’

He leant in for another kiss, then frowned as Caz dodged him again, ‘Oi, what have I done?’

‘You’ll get kisses when you tell me why ye’re sad.

The briefest flash of something crossed Lee’s eyes, ‘Why do you think I’m sad?’

‘Why are you answerin' my question wi’ another, ae? Unless, ye’re tryin' to avoid lyin'…?’ Their eyes bored into Lee’s.

‘You’re the one trying to avoid kisses, but acting all tempting and hot.’

‘Cute,’ Caz thumbed down the line of his jaw, ‘but you need to try harder than that, Leander.’

‘I’m not trying to do anything,' he insisted, then sneezed immediately.

A fond grin twitched on Caz’s lips, ‘Got you.’

Lee scowled. He rarely scowled however, and was endearingly out of practice so it appeared more as a soulful, cow-eyed look that reminded Caz somewhat of their sister.

‘Theo was worried about you,’ they admitted, then hesitated, ‘Ah think Will heard summat last night.’

‘He wasn’t – nobody was supposed to –’ he took a deep breath in, ‘-- I need to talk to him - it wasn’t what he thought – I – gods, he told Theo?’

Caz clucked their tongue, ‘He didny mean harm, a ghràidh. He was worried about his big brother and told someone who’d care.’ They kissed his lips, just a press, a question, nudging him to open up, ‘So tell me?’

‘I can’t.’ Lee shook his head, ‘It’s - I – it’s –’

‘A ghaol,’ Caz lifted their hands to cradle his face.

Lee swallowed. ‘It isn’t nice.’

‘We’re demigods darlin’, nothin’s nice.’

His look was searching, eyes flitting round their face as if trying to spot some crack, some reason he shouldn’t continue. An exhale. Then. 

‘I’m going to die.’

Time stopped. Caz’s heart stopped. The moon and the stars and every fecking thing stopped. A cold, clammy thing stole through their body, and settled, like a creature of the deep, in their stomach.

They let out a breathy laugh. ‘Ah’d hope so one day. When we’re grey an’ auld, canny have you turned immortal leaving me alone in the Underworld.’

Lee did not smile. A horrible, heavy air filled Caz’s lungs. They did not look away from each other and Caz could see it all in his eyes, pain, fear, acceptance. It was this that chilled them more than anything.

‘A prophecy?’

They didn’t need an answer, really, Lee’s slow breath out said everything.

‘Yes.’ He swallowed, ‘A prophecy.’

Caz knew the weight of divine knowledge better than anyone but at least it was never the future, it was never about themself. Their fingers tangled loosely with Lee’s. ‘What did you see?’

Lee looked away from them for the first time, at the trees, the stars, the infirmary. It was a long while before he spoke. ‘Will. Alone in the cabin, crying. He was wearing the Head Medic shirt.’

‘That could mean anythin'. He’s the best healer we've had, mibbe ever, you - you could be at uni, you could –’

‘Don’t do that Caz, don’t pretend.’

The weariness in Lee’s voice dried up their protests better than any words could. Still, they gave a quiet, ‘You canny know for sure.’

‘Will was young, too young.’ Lee’s shoulders dropped, ‘We both know I’m not going to uni, I haven’t applied, haven’t even thought about it. There’s a war coming, I’m needed here.’

Something ugly bulged in Caz’s throat as they looked at him, in profile in the moonlight, he was so beautiful, so alive, so brilliant and gleaming and so godsdamned important to them.

Lee shook his hair, curls tumbling in his eyes and turned back to face them, suddenly, desperately. ‘Promise me, promise me you’ll look after him? He’s gonna lose so many of us – I  — fuck —  Fuck.’

And Caz knew then that Lee had never been crying for himself, for his own death.

They wet their lips with their tongue. ‘Ah promise.’

It wasn’t enough. Lee’s face was still lined with grief and tension and fear and far more knowledge than any eighteen year old should have. So Caz stepped closer, pressed their foreheads together, ‘Ah vow on the Styx to protect Will, whatever,’ their voice cracked, ‘whatever happens to you.’

Thunder cracked and the air filled with the sharp tang of petrichor. Lee sighed like he was letting go of something, but Caz wasn’t done, they pressed closer so their noses almost touched, their voice dropped, ‘And Ah vow to you, Leander Thomas Fletcher, that Ah will love you until that day and foraye.’

It wasn’t a supernatural oath but Lee flinched as if he was hearing King Minos’s judgement. ‘Caz, no. Take it back. You can’t do that.’

Caz cocked their head and took in Lee, his curls golden round his ears, his grey-green eyes, nose, long and flat, the agonised turn of his mouth, took in the seven clay beads on his necklace, his broad shoulders, his overworn hoodie, his fingers burnt from healing. He was so, so so loved. They moved, just enough that they could smell the rosemary oil Lee used in his shampoo. ‘Ah canny do what, hm?’

‘It’s not fair on you. To stay with me. I could die any day, it could be tomorrow.’

The words settled like pebbles in their throat. Lee would not die. They wouldn't let it happen. This was their third oath tonight; one to the River, one to the beloved, one to themself. The Greeks had always loved a triad. And a tragedy.

But, for now, Lee needed reassurance, and safety, and to get it through his thick head that Caz wasn't going anywhere without him.

They let a smirk tug at their mouth, teeth grazing his ear, voice nothing more than a hum, ‘Then, ma love, we better start kissing.’

(Part of a larger story universe) | ao3 link

[cocrante]

I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

note: this fanfiction is quite old, nearly eight years now. It's the first one I wrote about Solangelo, in response to the fandom's question: “how did Solangelo get together?” I am very attached to this fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy it as well c:

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[ CHAPTER 1 ]

FEW DAYS HAD PASSED SINCE THE GREAT BATTLE, and everything seemed to have returned to normal at Camp Half-Blood—or rather, normal for a demigod. 

The two rival camps, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, had sealed a pact of mutual alliance, swearing not to kill each other, or at least to try not to for the next two centuries. In both camps, there was a new air of peace, free from tension and suspicion, and they began a new chapter in their history: Greeks and Romans united for the first time in hundreds of years. It was what could be defined as a perfect ending, but not for everyone. Not for Nico. At the end of the war, the boy had chosen to open his heart, revealing his feelings to the handsome protagonist of this incredible story, and the result? The half-fish, half-human boy hadn't understood a thing, or at least Nico had seemed that way. He had told Percy that, yes, he had a crush on him for quite some time, but it was just an insignificant crush, and ultimately Percy wasn't really his type.

Nico's type was definitely someone else, but he still wanted to close that self-contained chapter of his life: Percy would never be able to reciprocate his feelings, and while he would remain an excellent friend, a reliable shoulder to lean on, he would never be more than that. And now that he had lifted that heavy burden from his chest, Nico felt truly ready to start over. After saying goodbye to Percy and high-fiving Annabeth, he headed towards the infirmary, where he had an appointment with a son of Apollo who had offered to document all the progress that the son of darkness was making to get back on his feet. Will — that was the name of the boy — had said that if Nico played with his skeleton and shadow friends again, he would visit his father's realm for eternity. Nico didn't like the idea at all and decided to listen to Will and make things easier for him.

He entered the infirmary, settling himself on a clean bed for use. Some beds were still occupied by the various heroes and demigods who had been injured in battle, no serious wounds, no one had lost an arm or an eye, but many had broken leg bones, a couple of ribs, and so on.

The beauty of being a demigod was that wounds healed almost immediately, and this was also accelerated thanks to the food of the gods, if taken in the right doses. However, sometimes that was not enough to heal wounds that were deeper than those caused by a sword. In Nico's case, it would take him at least a whole week to fully recover from the enormous effort that had consumed practically all of his physical energy, making him like a shadow—more or less what Will had explained to him in elementary terms, patiently carving out a moment to explain what had happened.

Nico huffed, leaning forward with his back in a questionable comfortable position, crossing his arms on his knees. He wondered why he had decided to show up so early knowing full well that Will had the shift at the arena, where he was teaching the newbies how to hold a bow and nock an arrow; and even though Will claimed to be mediocre at archery, Nico thought he didn't do too bad. Maybe he wasn't exceptional like many other children of Apollo, but the target was always hit by his arrow.. Without realizing it, the son of Hades curved his lips in a delicate smile at the thought of Will focused and with his face split by an arrow ready to be fired. "I didn't know that even children of Hades could smile" a rather sarcastic voice commented to his left. Nico straightened his back, staring at the boy who had his back to him. "You'd be surprised how many things you don't know about me" he replied to the joke, watching Will as he searched for a particular magical medicine made specifically for the boy. "I hope to learn them soon, then" the boy spoke seriously, without any hint of sarcasm or anything else, as he looked at Nico in the corner of his eye and Nico found himself with nothing else to say at that statement. "Take this, ten drops when you wake up and ten before you go to bed" Will said, handing him a small dark bottle. "What is it?" Nico asked, turning it over in his hand. "An herbal infusion, diluted with a bit of nectar. Take it for a week and don't skip a day" Will recommended. "Okay" promised Nico, without avoiding sighing: he wasn't a big fan of medicine, especially bitter ones. At that grimace, Will couldn't help but smile. "For anything, you know where to find me" added the son of Apollo, accompanying Nico to the door, only turning his gaze away from that pale boy after he was really too far away.

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[heartybubs]

that dam biceps

percy jackson [ percy jackson x reader ]

type: fluff, sexual but nothing explicit/ no smut!

tropes: reader is just down bad

in which percy’s biceps accidentally makes you unable to spend your day off thinking about anything besides being with your boyfriend…

a/n: posting one fic every two years just happens to be my rhythm ig… no mention of readers cabin, no pronouns.. got a little carried away :P

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it was your first day off in a long time and you desperately needed it. though you would have preferred being able to enjoy it with your boyfriend, percy. but that was obviously just wishful thinking because how could camp halfblood ever do without you AND their beloved hero, percy jackson for a whole day?!

you two were now counselors of the camp you'd both spent many years growing up in and although you truly loved getting the chance to be to the younger kids what the counselors were to you - comfort, guidance, support and of course a good friend when needed most - you'd pay all the drachmas in the world and pray to all the gods out there to just get one day with percy. just the two of you.

instead, you were cuddled up in percy's bed in cabin 3 all by yourself, staring up at the ceiling in frustration. you had spent the night here, as you do almost every night, but percy had to leave early for a day full of sword fighting classes, training, super important meetings and other minor tasks. he'd be out and about until dinner.

right before he left at sunrise, he slipped back under the covers to say goodbye. you woke up to a soft touch to your waist, percy's hand naturally found its way there and softly stroked the skin beneath his shirt you were wearing. he placed his other hand at the top of your head, slightly burying it under your hair and looking at you lovingly, as he always did. he hated having to leave you, especially at the sight of you in his bed, but he made a mental note to come by and visit you at the first chance he got. percy knew that if he just spent the entire day missing you, without seeing you once, he'd just end up in a bad mood.

when your tired eyes fluttered open, he pressed light, soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle tiredly which in return made his heart skip a beat. gods, he was so in love.

"good morning, beautiful", he said as he moved the hand that was kind of in your hair over to hold your face by your cheek. "just wanted to say goodbye".

at that, you annoyedly threw your head to the other side so that your face was turned away from him and muttered a little sad "nooo", but percy moved your face back and kissed your forehead.

"i know baby, i know", he muttered against it. for a small moment, you both enjoyed each others proximity in silence. you basked in the warmth that came from him and breathed in his scent - a fresh sea salt breeze; as always. you then looked up into his eyes, finding the sea-green eyes that were already staring at you and as you realized how lovingly he was looking at you, you became aware of his hand at your waist; still stroking softly. suddenly, your breath hitched and you felt your cheeks heat up, but percy didn't notice or didn't care because either way, he didn't react.

you made the mistake of letting your eyes wander from his eyes down to his arm. his bicep was barely covered by the sleeve of his orange camp halfblood shirt and naturally, due to the position you were in, flexed a little. that sight made your heart, your stomach and a region a little lower explode in sudden warmth. how was he so effortlessly fine?

as if you weren't already spiraling into a sudden craving for him, he interrupted your thoughts with a passionate kiss to your lips. it was so soft and loving, but also hard and demanding at the same time; and it drove you mad.

"gotta go. i love you, pretty girl", you could barely say it back before he left the cabin, very oblivious of the throbbing heat he had caused inside of you.

and three hours later, you were still in his bed. still craving him on top of you, inside of you, hell even under you. as long as he took care of you the way you knew he could so well.

it was almost getting painful at this point and you were considering taking care of your needs yourself, but you were determined to leave that job to percy.

the door to the cabin opened without a knock and what would have normally startled you, didn't even make you flinch as you kept staring at the ceiling, brows furrowed in sexual frustration.

"you're still in bed?", percy walked over to you, leaving the door behind him ajar. he had a cocky grin on his face, as he did most the time. you could tell that he'd been active, lose strands of his sweaty hair were messily hanging over his forehead and he was breathing a bit heavier than usually; probably because he ran to the cabin. he had also exchanged his presumably sweaty camp halfblood shirt for a black tank top, which exposed his biceps fully.

you didn't even verbally greet him, not that you could have even if you wanted to. you were so down bad, it was honestly embarrassing. percy greeted you with another one of his annoyingly perfect kisses on the lips, this one even more passionate than the one he had given you this morning. without hesitation, you kissed him back, your lips quickly finding their usual flow with each other.

he placed one hand on your cheek, using his other hand to steady himself as he was almost howering over you since you were still lying down. at that, you pressed your legs together, trying desperately to get rid of the feeling in between your legs.

"gotta leave again", percy removed his lips from yours for a moment before immediately pressing them down on yours again. "am late already",

another kiss.

"missed you",

one more.

"had to see you".

you sighed dramatically when he pressed one final kiss onto your lips before sitting up and therefore moving his face away from yours. his eyebrows shot up in surprise at your reaction, before he smirked again. he loved when you were clingy.

"why can't you just stay here..", you mumbled and grabbed his free hand..gods, these strong hands—

"you know i would if i could, pretty girl", he let out a sympathetic chuckle as he moved his hand on your cheek so that he was drawing circles onto your skin. "you're so clingy today, what has gotten into you, hm?", he asked, placing a soft kiss to your cheek. "not that i don't love it!"

not you, you thought, melting at the sight of his biceps, again! it was naturally flexed, just like that morning, but now it also had that pump to it from him training and you could just— sigh.

"just bored without you", you muttered before stretching, pressing your legs together again, hoping your boyfriend didn’t notice. he would never let you live this down, if he knew how desperate you were right now. "can't you stay? just for a little bit?.."

percy's smirk turned into a genuine smile. he stood up, letting go of your body and you didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more frustrated at his touch leaving your skin.

"i can't, i’m sorry. actually, i really should leave right now", he chuckled nervously and scratched his neck in such a dorky way, that it was even more annoying when you noticed how his biceps flexed, again and how your lower stomach heated up, again.

"clarisse is gonna kill me for being late already. but i promise that i'll make it up to you later. we're gonna spend the entire evening together, just us two, maybe go to the lake or something?", percy was already walking towards the door, stopping right next to it, turning around to look at you after he didn't hear an answer from you. normally you'd be way more excited, even if you were tired, which worried him. of course he was still oblivious to your aching core.

"is everything okay, y/n?", his brows furrowed worriedly as he eyed you carefully. he almost never called you by your actual name, unless he was being very serious and you were starting to feel bad for keeping him up when he had already told you that he was in a rush... fighting an angry clarisse was an insane challenge, even for a powerful demigod, especially when it's percy.

"yes, im fine percy", you send him a small smile before continuing "you should leave, really don't want clarisse to kill my boyfriend."

you giggled at your own words to make percy feel better about leaving, which seemed to work when his worried expression turned into his signature smirk. "yea, you're right".

but he knew you to well.

he watched you closely, letting his eyes wander over your figure that was still hidden by the covers. the blanket however, didn't stop him from finally noticing movement below. it took him merely a second to understand what was going on and immediately his smirk turned even more cocky before he closed the door behind him. any worries about being late disappearing right away; he’d never make you wait.

you, knowing your boyfriend just as well as he knows you, instantly noticed the change in his demeanor. your breath hitched as you watched him close the blinds of one of the windows before stepping over to you.

this time, percy also noticed your physical reaction immediately.

"i thought you're in a rush?", you muttered shyly, bitting the inside of your cheek as you looked up at percy, who was now standing at the foot of the bed. gods, the world could be burning up in flames when you're looking at him like that and he still wouldn't dare to take his eyes off you. he couldn't care less about making clarisse wait when his beautiful girl was looking at him like that. "what about clarisse?"

"do me a favor and stay as quiet as you were a few seconds ago. be a good girl", your eyes widen in shock as percy lifts up the covers and disappears head-first underneath them.

"gotta take care of my pretty girl first", he says between kisses he's placing on your thighs before burying his head between them.

[c4llezz]

CAPTURE THE FIGHTER

synopsis: ever since you arrived at camp halfblood, you’ve had a crush on ares’ fiercest daughter. you just have to make a fool of yourself every time she’s near. TW: injuries, pjo violence pairing: ares child!lara x poseidon child!reader (thank you anon for the idea btw) genre: fluff word count: 3.6k i decided to give all kats a pjo gf. all happy endings (i think). here’s lara’s, next will be sophia 😈. you can read megan's here: capture your heart

the last thing your expected to happen on the school field trip to the aquarium was to get trapped in a tank. with sharks.

one of your really kind classmates, note the sarcasm, decided it would be fun to casually shove you towards the shark thank.

for some reason, you didn’t hit the acrylic wall. you went straight through it, like the glass didn’t exist.

you could see the panic faces of your classmates and teachers. you were probably wearing the same expression.

you were a great swimmer, you took pride in your skills, you were part of the swimming team and all. but you’d never wanted to die in the water, that was not in your bucket list.

yet, it was probably happening today.

the massive whale sharks drifted towards you. you braced yourself but they didn’t attack, they swam past you, calm and silent.

okay…

still if they didn’t kill you. the absence of oxygen in your lungs would.

although, before you had spent almost ten minutes underwater in training. but that had been controlled, you hadn’t been in a stressful situation, surrounded by sharks.

suddenly there was a deep voice coming somewhere in the tank. “sister.” you spun in all directions trying to find the source.

that’s when you saw him or it? a one eyed creature, who weirdly looked like the guy who had pushed you, just taller and way more terrifying, swimming towards you, at a really high speed.

when he was just a few inches away from you he opened his mouth revealing big, sharp teeth, ready to bite you and eat you alive.

you moved out of they was just in time, making the man slam into the wall behind you.

you shot upwards trying to escape him, but he followed close. you looked around frantically, noticing the sharks circling watching you, waiting for something.

“help me” you mouthed, not even sure why.

but they understood.

two whale sharks surged towards to the one eyed monster while the other one nudged you upward, helping you get to the top of the tank.

then you were flying through the air, bursting through the surface. launched out of the tank.

a few hours later you were in a car, driven by your only friend —he now had goat legs— to somewhere in long island. another thirteen year old driving a car from georgia to new york, you were sure you’d wake up in no time.

but you didn’t.

instead, you were attacked by different creatures along the way.

finally you made it to a hill. bleeding and probably with some broken ribs, but alive.

you were carried to the infirmary and they gave you something called ambrosia, it tasted like your grandma’s cupcakes.

anyway, some girl named manon gave you a tour around the camp. tried to explain that you were a demigod and other things you couldn’t really grasp. but at least you knew you weren’t going crazy.

you were claimed, as manon had told you, that same night at a campfire.

people were shocked by the glowing trident above your head. they said the last poseidon child had been a hero, and was now studying in new rome.

if you could end up like him, it could be great. studying abroad was one of your biggest dreams.

then manon explained that new rome was actually located in california and not europe. what a bummer.

as the aphrodite girl had told you, the next day a capture the flag game was held, just like every friday.

you were part of the blue team.

since you were new, you just followed everyone around. they gave you armor too big for you and a shield, along with a weapon of your choice.

you went for a spear. had you ever touched one? no.

while following one of the groups, you got lost and started walking through the forest alone, trying to make your way back.

luckily you found someone, unfortunately it was an enemy.

in front of you stood a girl your age, though she was a few inches taller than you. dark hair, brown eyes. the sun shined on her skin making it glow and her hair flowed with the wind.

she was beautiful.

and she was going to beat your ass.

as soon as she saw your blue helmet, she charged, spear raised at you. before she could hit you, you raised your shield, you heard a loud clank at the contact.

then she swept your legs, making you fall on your back and knocking the air out of your lungs. you tried to reach for the spear that had fallen out of your grasp but she placed a foot on your chest making you stay in your place.

“stay there, newbie” she said.

“it’s actually y/n” you answered.

she rolled her eyes. “whatever. if i lift my foot, are you going to get up?”

you looked around, the answer was obviously no. you honestly didn’t even know how you had defended yourself in the first place. but you wanted to spend more time with her.

“it depends. am i getting a name?” she raised an eyebrow and you sighed “fine. i’ll stay right here.”

she stopped pinning you down and started walking away. you just watched her, disappointed.

but then she turned her head “i’m lara.” and then she disappeared behind the trees. you kept laying on the floor, smiling to yourself.

since then you’ve had a massive crush on the ares girl.

even years later it still remained. and it was worse.

you were a sucker for muscles, and lara rajagopalan new how to show them off. she was in charge of a lot of training sessions, you had tried to attend to some of them, but being around her when she was wearing a tank top under the hot sun, flexing her sweaty arms. it made your usual clumsy self even more pathetic.

still, here you were, sitting on a bench watching as she explained in detail to the younger kids how to use a sword.

were you paying attention to what she was saying? not at all. were you focusing on how her shirt stick to her body and how her hands gripped the handle of the sword? absolutely.

“now, y/n and i will demonstrate what i just explained.” she announced.

of course she’ll choose you. you had been at camp for almost four years now and you were supposed to be experienced.

and you were!

whenever you trained with yoonchae’s sister, athena’s headcounselor and megan’s enemy, you held your ground.

the first time you had gone on a quest with daniela and sophia you had been an important part of it, with your water powers.

but lara only knew the loser part of you.

and she probably notice how distracted you were, that’s why she chose you.

you stood up from the bench, almost tripping over, and went to stand up next to her. as soon as you arrived at her side she hit you on the head with the swords handle.

“ouch!” you said rubbing the spot.

“like i said, never get distracted.”

then she lifted her sword ready to strike. you moved out of the way, now getting a grip on your own.

she attacked again which you dodged, or so you thought. the tip of her sword was just under your chin.

“come on seaweed brain, you can do better.”

you stepped back, breathing a little too hard for someone who had barely lasted ten seconds sparring.

the younger campers were all looking at you unimpressed, they clearly knew you stood no chance against the other girl. which, honestly, you didn’t.

lara spun her sword in her hand. she was relaxed and confident, not even sweating.

you, on the other hand, almost tripped over your own feet, got bonked on the head, and were on the brink of passing out from nerves, heat and the fact that she just looked *so good* in that tank top.

“focus” she said, voice lower than before. “i’m not going easy on you.”

“i noticed” you muttered, gripping your sword tighter.

she lunged again at you. you parried in time, the clang jolting through your arms. she faked to the right then swayed her sword at you, which you managed to block, then she twisted and swept her leg towards yours.

you jumped back just in time. and she smirked “good.”

your heart was beating fast. and not entirely because of the fight.

you attacked this time. a wide swing and then a quick jab. she blocked both of them effortlessly.

you stumbled with a rock but you didn’t fall, instead you dropped and spun, sweeping your leg.

lara gasped as she hit the ground. the crowd did too.

you blinked. you did that?

lara pushed herself back up quickly, dusting off her clothes. she looked at you with something you couldn’t name.

pride, maybe?

“you’ve been holding back” she said, lifting her sword.

“or maybe i’ve been letting you win.” you said grinning.

she advanced, this time faster.

you blocked, sparks flying as yours swords clashed. the kids now seemed to have more faith in you, whispering excitedly.

you swung trying to get some distance, but she caught your wrist and twisted your arm, disarming you in one smooth move.

the sword fell clattering to the ground, and she steeped closer, her blade pointing at your chest.

your breathing was ragged and you could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

you swallowed “all planned.”

she rolled her eyes, breath slightly heavier “you lasted longer than i thought.”

you glanced down, the blade still pointed at you “are you going to stab me or…?”

she lowered her weapon smirking then said loudly for the others to hear “next time, don’t let your opponent distract you.”

you blinked confused “i wasn’t distracted.”

she leaned enough so only you could hear “i noticed you looking at my arms the whole time.” she stepped back with a wink and then turned to the crowd.

“alright, who’s next?”

had someone died from a crush before? maybe you would be the first.

you were in the infirmary, sophia treating to a burn on your hands.

you had been climbing the wall at its highest level, that meant lava was coming through all directions. honestly, the hephaestus children just loved to make everything harder.

you were doing great, almost at the top. when you looked down you saw megan and lara looking up at you. megan cheered you on while lara just had her arms crossed.

you misplaced your hand, putting it on a hole were lava was falling from. you let go at the burning sensation and fell off the wall, landing hard on your back and hitting your head.

they came rushing over to you and lara lifted you up on her arms as if you weighed nothing. megan was at her side, trying to keep you awake.

“you should be more careful y/n.” sophia said, handing you a piece of ambrosia. it still tasted like your grandma’s cupcakes.

“maybe if she wasn’t so distracted by hot girls” yoonchae said chuckling.

you glared at her “why are you even here?”

“megan arrived late at some practice she had with my sister. megan told her what had happened with you. she send me here to confirm she wasn’t lying.

“your sister really hates her, doesn’t she?”

“i don’t know” yoonchae shrugged at sophia’s question “i think she might actually like her a little bit. just like y/n here likes lara.”

you huffed “shut up, yoonchae! i’m not out here telling people who you like.”

she gasped “you wouldn’t.”

“try me.”

“don’t fight girls.” sophia said calmly “there’s people sleeping.

yoonchae rolled her eyes. “it’s just your girlfriend and us two here.”

“and she needs to rest. she just arrived from a quest and she got here really wounded. a whole temple fell on top of her”

“well, you are good with injuries.” you said. “i’m sure she’ll wake up soon.”

before sophia could say something the door opened and lara came in.

“hey.” she said softly “i wanted to check on you. i brought some bread.”

you just looked at her, yoonchae had to nudge you to get you out of your daze “uhm… thank you.” you said receiving the plate with fresh bread.

“yeah” she cleared her throat “you better be ready for tomorrow’s game. i need all my team at its best”

“i’ll be. i just need a quick shower at the beach and all good.”

she nodded then said her goodbye to the other two and left.

three seconds after the door was closed, yoonchae started talking “the bread is warm.”

“it’s still steaming” sophia added, checking the bandage on your hands. “she probably baked it herself.”

“really?” yoonchae asked “she baked bread. for you”

you started at the plate in your lap “she probably brought it from the pavilion.”

“dinner is in two hours.” sophia said.

“oh, she definitely made it.” yoonchae concluded “looks like you might have a chance after all”

you groaned, resting your head on a pillow as they continued to tease you. did you have a chance with lara raj?

later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, yoonchae left to sleep on her bed, and sophia stayed at the infirmary curled up on a chair next to her injured girlfriend’s bed, you went to the beach. campers weren’t supposed to be up this late and if the harpies found you, you’ll be dead. literally.

but the ocean always made you calm and it helped healing your wounds faster. quietly you sneaked out of the infirmary, not that you’d wake anyone up since you were the only one occupying it, other than sophia and her girlfriend.

as soon as your feet touched the water, you felt at ease. you stepped deeper, until the water reached your ribs. you could feel your wounds healing faster. you closed your eyes and let yourself float.

you sensed the presence of someone and you turned to find lara standing in the sand, arms crossed, in her pjs.

“hey” you said.

she stepped closer, the water now touching her feet “you are supposed to be resting.”

“you gonna snitch on me, counselor raj?” you said teasingly “saltwater helps with the wounds.”

she shook her head and her gaze softened “you scared me earlier.” she confessed.

“what?”

“when you fell” she said. “you hit your head and you weren’t moving.”

you shrugged “it’s not the first time i’ve fallen in front of you.”

“but it’s the first time you didn’t get up right away.”

something in your stomach twisted, or was it in your heart?

“i’m fine” you said tapping your head softly “hard headed.”

“still” she looked you up and down, examining for any injuries “you should be more careful.”

“i’m always careful”

she gave you a look.

“most times im careful.”

she laughed softly “you should go to sleep. you need to rest for tomorrow. i’ll walk you.”

you nodded getting out of the water. she passed you a towel she had brought with her.

she looked at you surprised when she saw your clothes and hair were dried already “you don’t get wet?”

you smirked “why are you asking?”

she rolled her eyes.

you adjusted the grip on your spear for what felt like the nth time that day, trying to not look nervous. you’d think that after all those years you’d be more confident in yourself, but nope.

lara walked up to the group. her hair was braided and she carried her own spear like it was an extension of her. confident and terrifying.

she gave quick orders to everyone “stick to formation, and don’t leave your partner unless you want to get ambushed.”

then she turned to you “y/n, you are with me.”

you stared “you sure? i think i still can tell chiron that im injured so i don’t have to be part of this.”

she narrowed her eyes. “too late. you are with me. have you forgotten how to use a a spear?”

“no! no, i’m great. excellent. like, the best.”

the horn blew and screams erupted.

lara started moving forward, you jogged to keep up with her. she moved trough the woods like she knew them by hand, which was probably true. you tripped over a root in the first ten seconds.

“focus” she snapped, not even turning back to look at you.

“i am focused” you whispered spitting some leaves out of your mouth.

any enemy you encountered, lara took them out. you just watched amazed.

a camper from the apollo cabin came bursting out of the trees, sword raised. lara quickly blocked his attack and disarmed him.

then another camper came running from behind, you shouted and threw your spear at him from a few feet away. thankfully it didn’t hit anyone, but it was a good enough distraction for lara to elbow him and throw him to the ground.

then everything went to hades. hell for non demigods.

at least five campers appeared, surrounded lara from all directions. you were too far away, and without a weapon, thanks to your stupid choice before.

lara started walking backwards spear held high, but then she slipped, just slightly. but it gave the others more advantage.

you couldn’t see it, but you could feel water nearby. a creek. you stretched your hand and the water answered.

it rushed up, blasting through the trees. the force knocked the attackers back. lara steadied herself and her eyes snapped to you, stunned by what had happened.

you charged forward, picking up your spear from where it had landed and threw yourself between her and a camper that was still standing.

your eyes flashed with anger when you said “back off.”

the other teenager hesitated, then retreated. probably because lara had recovered from the shock and was ready to beat everyone up.

“didn’t know you could do that.” she said when they were gone, voice low and breathy. almost impressed.

“you’ll be surprised by all i can do.”

the after party bonfire was dying down, some people had already gone to their cabins or the infirmary for minor check ups, others stayed to enjoy the last marshmallows.

you sat at the edge of the circle, a hoodie wrapped around your shoulders. the soreness had settled in, in your arms and legs. even the burn in your hand you thought was gone had come back. you stared down at the cracked handle of your spear, you’ll have to ask daniela or one of her siblings to fix it for you. or maybe try and do it yourself.

then someone sat down beside you, close enough were their shoulder was brushing yours. you didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“are you okay?” she asked softly.

you continue staring at your hands “yeah, just a little bruised.”

“thanks for what you did today.”

“you would’ve done the same.”

she shook her head “i would’ve done it for selfish reasons. you did it because you wanted to. you could’ve gotten hurt.”

you shrugged “i’ve gotten hurt for less” you said it intending to make her laugh, but she didn’t, she just looked at you.

“i mean it. you didn’t even hesitate.”

you swallowed “well… i didn’t want you to get hurt either.”

lara didn’t respond at first, just turned to face the fire. the flickering light shadowing her sharp jaw. “i don’t think anyone’s ever done that for me” she said eventually.

“what do you mean?”

she glanced at you, then looked away again “i’ve always been the strong one. the leader. the protector.” she inhaled “never the one who needs help.”

“that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.” you said hesitantly.

she nodded taking your words in. you sat in silence for a second. you thought about how she fought every friday, rescuing others from dangerous situations and risking injuries just to secure a victory. how, after every game was over, she was so tired she couldn’t even stay on her feet.

you nudge her knee lightly with yours “you don’t always have to be the strongest one.”

she turned to you, something in her expression different. not just gratitude from your words, something softer. “but i’m not used to people like you.”

you raised an eyebrow “losers?”

she laughed—finally—and she shook her head, “you’re not a loser. you are brave and kind. and frustrating as hell.”

you smiled, leaning back on your palms a little. “sounds like you’re in love with me.”

the moment you said that you regretted it immediately. had you ruined everything? you looked over at her, but she didn’t look angry nor surprised.

“maybe i am.” she said “i don’t know when things changed. maybe in our sparring sessions. maybe yesterday when i thought you were going to die from that fall.”

“i care about you. more than i would like to admit.” she continued.

you blinked, your throat suddenly dry. “i care about you too.”

“yeah?” she asked, her voice had a hint of vulnerability.

“yeah. like a lot.” then you added “i’ve liked you for a long time.”

she smirked “really? i didn’t notice.”

you rolled your eyes “way to ruin the moment.”

“i’m kidding” she said, chuckling. “come on, let’s get you to your cabin before you fall asleep out here.”

you stood, wincing at the sore ache in your legs. lara stood up too, close enough that your arms touched.

you walked side by side through camp halfblood, hands brushing. until you were brave enough to link your pinkies together.

[bronywnsworld]

I’m trying to write fluff:

Annabeth sat at the edge of the lake. It should’ve been a sign, the draw to water she had always felt since she was young. Yet, she hadn’t needed help stayed blissfully unaware and buried that love deep within her heart. While Arsinoë and Perseleia had been beloved by both Poseidon and his kin due to the shared connection between them Annabeth didn’t have that protection. In fact, form some reason, Poseidon had taken an intense disliking to the majority of Athena’s demigod children.

Though that likely had to do with the earlier ones believing they deserved the same love, the same respect, the same benefits as their half siblings. Perhaps it had been due to him seeing Athena’s attempts at blonde hair grey eyed children as a poor imitation of Arsinoë and had acted as such. Annabeth had never really expected that, to be loved or given anything of much value outside of making her presence small. It is possible she’d even been conditioned to expect the opposite, to be scorned and pushed behind the curtains which had grown into a fatal flaw of pride when she’d done something that could NOT be disputed or overlooked. She’d thought that was why Poseidon hadn’t smitten her upon all her invasions, big and small, in his domain. It couldn’t have been because he’d been fond of her when even her own mother had deemed her unworthy of much more than a cap to make her invisible.

Once she’d gotten to know Percy, really gotten to know her, she believed Poseidon was merely keeping one of two people who cared about his demigod daughter safe to ensure her happiness. She’d never really notice how sometimes he’d stare at her during the trips to Mount Olympus that Camp Halfblood took, never noticing how he tried to catalogue her eyes as though he were a drowning man gasping for water that only she could provide.

Annabeth sighed, sliding bare feet into the water below, feeling a small wave of energy tingle upwards as fish began to swim closer to the intruding appendages.

“Annabeth.” A deep voice soothed and the blonde felt her heart constrict as her body tensed.

“Lord Poseidon-“ she began only to find herself cut off as the god of the sea sat down beside her at the edge of the dock.

“You always enjoyed lakes.” He said lightly. “I find myself somewhat pleased the you of the present still do.” The fabric of his Hawaiian shirt was covered in a god awful pattern that had Annabeth biting back a snort. “I am sad you were not born as my demigod daughter along with Persel- along with Percy.” He seemed to catch himself in a way many didn’t when faced with the reality of their past identities and it brought a wave of affection over her. “Do not take that to mean I am unhappy about your return. Annabeth, Arsinoë, I have always loved you and your sister. Will always love the two of you no matter what forms you take.”

“Even if Mr. D turn us into dolphins?” Annabeth whispered, trying to hide the emotion that was storing in her gut.

“Even if he turned you into owls and the only time I could see you was on the land at night. Annabeth, you have always been enough and you are loved.”

Tears were sliding down her face now.

“You don’t even know me now.” She whispered. “I could’ve become someone you hate.”

“Then I would learn to love you again, if you would let me.” His voice sounded hopeful and Annabeth found herself nodding.

“Only if you apologize to Percy for what you’ve put her through.” She commanded wetly.

“Of course sea star. Of course.” He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her head. It wasn’t what it used to be, nor what Paul and Sally made her feel when with them, but it was a start.

[lukesandromeda]

౨ৎ kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor

l. castellan

content : fluff, a little teeeeeensy bit of angst but you’d have to squint, cussing, canon plot line luke

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader

She took my fingers to her mouth / The kind of thing that makes you proud / That nothing else had ever / Worked out, worked out / And lately I've tried other things / But nothing can capture the sting / Of the venom she’s gonna spit out right now

Kiss me on the mouth / And love me like a sailor / And when you get a taste / Can you tell me what’s my flavor? / I don’t believe in God / But I believe that you're my savior

I know that you’ve been worried / But the truth is in my favor / And when we're getting dirty I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you cause I hate to wait so long / I sleep so I can see you and I hate to wait so long

luke had a way of finding you, no matter where you were. it’s 1:07 a.m.—or, so says your watch that’s already wet with lake water, which, by the way, isn’t digital because chiron insisted you’d be found and mauled if you did in fact get a digital one—and luke has somehow found you out at the lake. 

you don’t realize at first, obviously, because you’re completely submerged in water. but when you finally feel the last bit of composure slipping out from your closed mouth in the crystal water, you swim as fast as you could to the top and breathed out. your head is dizzy from the panting that follows closely after, and you squeeze your eyes shut and relish in the feeling of the breathlessness you get when you have your time alone. the time you spend to swim, to clear your mind. 

“yo, is that a mermaid?” you hear from behind you. the voice is dramatic and sarcastic, and familiar and homelike. you turn around, biting back your grin as you swim to the edge of the dock. 

luke’s sitting with his feet in the water, his sweatpants rolled up around his knees so he can do this without getting them wet in a way that makes you giggle as you wade into his presence. 

“something funny?” he asks, tilting his head. 

you shake your head, looking up at him. he  stands, holding out his hand for you to take as he helps you out of the water. he holds up a finger, as if to say, ‘one second,’ walks away to where he has his bag and shoes, and comes back with a towel. you go to take it from him, but he tsks. you put your arms down and smile sheepishly as he wraps it around you carefully, pulling it snug over your shoulders and pulling away when he’s done. 

“you know it’s 1:30 a.m, right?” luke prompts. 

you look down at your watch. “1:10.”

he smiles, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tapping on the lock screen to show that it was, in fact, 1:30. luke wasn’t necessarily allowed to have a cell phone, just like every other demigod wasn’t, but even though he’s camp halfblood’s golden boy, he’s still a child of hermes. it’s in his blood to break the rules, even if only a little bit. 

you look down at your watch, frowning. “huh. stupid piece of shit.”

“it’s damaged by the water, probably,” luke points out, hands gently pulling you toward him. you stumble until you’re standing in front of him, watching his face as he grabs your hand and removes the watch from your wrist. his fingers rub in the red marks and dents the watch leaves, and he takes the watch in his hand. “i’ll take this to the hephaestus cabin for you tomorrow, okay?”

you nod, smiling as he finally looks back at you. you bathe in the feeling his eye contact gives you, and after a few seconds, your smile mirrors onto his face, too.

“shouldn’t be out here so late,” luke said as his forehead creased. he watched you in concentration, looking down at you as if he was trying to memorize everything about you. “come back with me?”

immediately you nod, eyes widening at the thought of him letting you sneak into his cabin. usually, as much as he wanted you to, he didn’t let you because he was too worried about getting caught and “wouldn’t forgive himself” if you were on clean up duty for the next two weeks. 

“come on, then, you prune,” he jokes in a silky voice, fingers moving against the wrinkled skin on your fingers that have become that way from the swimming you’ve been doing. 

he wraps his hand in yours and squeezes it, grabbing his bag and slipping on his shoes. you follow him to his cabin where the two of you sneakily get past his sleeping siblings to the counselor’s bedroom, (his), and he shuts the door softly once you make it there. 

he hangs his backpack on the door and slips off his shoes, running his hand through his tussled curls. he turns to face you, looking down at you for a moment, smiling when you shiver at the water running down your body. 

his hand trails to your shoulder, lifting it to your face where he presses the back of his pointer finger to your face. he crinkles his nose and smiles when he feels the droplets of lake water drip onto his skin. “you need a shower?”

“you saying i stink, castellan?” you questioned in sarcasm, earning a scoff that soothes out into a chuckle. 

“yup. terrible.”

you put on a faux offended look as he urges you to go to his dresser and grab what you need. 

luke has a drawer dedicated to your clothes in his room, mostly things you’ve left behind in there from your time being together. however, you only grab everything but a sweatshirt, turning to him and smirking when he realizes what you’re up to. 

“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, walking to his closet. “grabbin’ you my hoodie, don’t worry.”

you grin when he places it in your hands. luke guides you by the small of your back in the direction of the bathroom and you enter, closing the door, not bothering got lock it.

looking down at the hoodie, you blush when you realize it smells like him. you put your clothes down and get in the shower. you use his tropical shampoo and conditioner that you’re always praising when you run your hands through his hair, and you use the complimentary body wash that you inhale dramatically when you’re resting your head in his neck. 

you dry yourself off with a fresh towel that smells like his laundry detergent, similar to the smell of his hoodie. after changing into the clothes, you open the door to find luke laying face first on the bed, sprawled out. grinning, you tip toe to the side and tap on his shoulder. 

he only grunts out a response. 

“move over, you boulder,” you scold as you give his shoulder a half hearted shove. 

he groans, rolling over onto his back as he moves to his side of the bed. you climb into the covers and squeal when he wraps his muscular arm around you, pulling you close to him. he turns so he can face you. “hi.”

“hi,” you echo, bringing your hand to the back of his neck where you let your fingernails scratch gently. 

he lets out a hum of approval, looking down at you. “missed you.”

“yeah?”

luke nods. “yeah. s’much.”

he leans in and plasters a kiss on the crown of your head. he pulls away, giving you the opportunity to look up at him in adoration. he reaches his hand up and traces your lips with his fingertip, smiling when you flex them to kiss it. 

“c’mere,” he groans, grabbing the back of your head and guiding it to his. he captures your lips in a soft and gentle kiss. you close your eyes and savor the feeling of him smiling against your lips when you dig your hands deep into his hair. 

when he finally pulls away, he looks down at you with so much adoration written over his features it makes your heart jump. “y’taste like the ocean.”

“i was swimming in the sound,” you defend, and he shrugs. 

“i wasn’t complaining.”

and then he tugs you back in for another kiss. 

you pull away from the kiss and look up at him through your tears. you try at a smile because luke looks like the boy he was when you were in this position countless times before, except when it was in his bed of his cabin instead of the princess andromeda state room. 

your skin is rosy and a little bit dry from bathing in the cruise ship life luke has provided you with when you agreed to help him take down the gods. since then, it’s been the two of you and no one else. 

however, he’s constantly overworking himself. he did it before even at camp, but now it’s constant training and sometimes fighting other demigods when they’d stumble upon the ship. 

today, particularly, luke had got into a fight with a brother of ethan nakamura’s when he’d come to save ethan. the fight was ugly and bloody, resulting in the brother ending up over the ship. luckily, he wasn’t dead and had swum back to the boat he’d brought out there, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear when you looked at your boyfriend’s bloody hands when he’d returned to the stateroom. 

“i—i’m sorry,” he’d said as you looked at him with fear. “he was tryin’ to kill me. he’s okay.”

you let him lead you to his bed where he sat down at the edge and pulled you in between his legs, watching you with guilt as you patched his wounds, occasionally wincing when antiseptic broke through his pain tolerance. 

“i know you worry about me, angel,” he whispered, his sweet brown eyes looking up at yours with patience, “believe me, i do. gods, you’re so perfect.”

you shook your head, blinking the tears that threatened to spill over your waterline away. “you hurt yourself so much, luke, it scares me.”

“i know,” he responded firmly, grabbing your hands and stopping them for a moment. he held them in his, looking up at you desperately. “i promise you, i wouldn’t ever think of doing anything reckless enough to take me away from you. i don’t wanna lose you either, sweetheart.”

you watched him for a few moments before he continued, “ ‘m always gonna come back to you. no matter what.” 

you smiled for a moment more before going back to cleaning his wounds. he watched as your brows furrowed, whispering, “i promise, i’m with you.”

you watched him, bringing your hand up to his cheek and dragging your thumb across it. you nodded. 

“yeah?” he asked, a boyish smile appearing on his face. 

“yeah.” you echoed. 

now, he looks down at your lips again. “y’taste like the ocean.”

you shake your head. “that’s pool water.”

“same thing?” he asks, silently asking for you to agree to disagree before your argument skills come out. 

“yeah, sure,” you agree, letting him guide you by the back of your head to kiss you softly again.

[nyx-is-missing]

hello! Can you write a Clarisse La Rue x reader where they met before Clarisse got sent to camp halfblood when they were little and were best friends then Clarisse left for camp with no explanation then years later reader goes to camp and sees Clarisse for the first time in years and it’s kinda awkward but cute

thanks :)

This is kinda long sooorrry, to help, the part where she gets to camp (kinda) will be in green

Girls on film 📷

Clarrise la rue x fem!reader

Warnings and explanations: bad words (take the kids out of the living room she swears) gender is specified cause it was written as wlw, but it doenst actually makes a diference, fluff, like two sentences, there is a kiss in the picture but they dont actually kiss sorry.

Unspecified parent gender for both sides so yall can pick wichever

Trying not to kill myself.

That was what i was doing 15 hours ago, just as any normal teenagers living (or as i prefer saying fighting for the soul to stay on the body) during finals week.

In my room there was nothing but piles and piles of normal work, piles for extra credit, piles of old quizzes to try to get me prepared for the new ones and a dumb incomplete project for photography class that was due tomorrow.

Okay ill admit, i had a month to make that, and all i needed to do was shoot pictures, but that was the problem, i prefer taking pictures of people, their emotions, whatever they might be, just never ceases to amaze me.

And my dumb project made take pictures of....landscapes.

Not too bad, if i had any actual real talent for that type of photography, but i dont, every picture gets ruined somehow, its the lightning, the lack of it, my camera falls, gets full of dirt and i get so mad that i just give up.

That whole speach was necessary for me to explain what i was doing 14 hours ago, and that would explain what i was doing 5 minutes ago.

14 hours ago i decided to shoot the photos, i could try many times before it got dark, and if o was lucky enough i wouldnt go insane before the golden hour, and could actually get some nice pictures.

I grabbed my totte bag taking with me only the necessary, camera stuff, the camera, some snacks and my notebook to upload the pictures before i went mad.

13 hours ago i was running to save my life.

And do you know that moment went you go through so much your mind decides to erase it?

That happened, now, what i do remember, i was sitting in a bench by a calm road not too far from the town, i had got some actually good pictures, some of me, some of the trees, some of a butterfly, maybe three cars had passed by since i was there, driving slowly, always saying hi and doing a thumbs up, normal, friendly people from the town.

And then i heard a noise that shook the trees.

I remember seeing something, but never what, i remember running to home as fast as i could, feeling my heartbeats in my neck, i remember the noise, but the people in the streets looked at me like there was nothing behind me and i went crazy

I remember getting home, having a desperate talk with my parent while they got my suiticase ready, and i dont remember a single word.

I remember a funny looking guy my age that got to my house, with goat legs and a more desperate look, and i remember one last hug before i left.

And thats all, aside from a hell of a lot of running nobody cares.

Aparently i passed out from shock or exaustion because i woke up in a unknown place, at night, in a hospital bed, with no actual doctors other than 15 year olds teenagers.

And a horseman standing in the corner, with quite a intelectual look actually.

And let me tell you guys that after the talk we had, if somebody told me i would marry queen Elizabeth within 4 days, i would just belived it.

Because nothing ever in my life would ACTUALLY beat up the level of crazyness of finding out i DO have another parent, they are just, A FUCKING GOD. GREEK. GODS. AH.

Then, after telling me my whole life was in fact, a big fat lie, the horseman... left.

Telling me i should sleep in the infirmary this night for precaution and that he was going to get me to a cabin tomorrow.

Like that was the most normal thing to ever happen to a human, he said goodnight and left.

While i sat there just trying to...basically form a sentence that wasnt "for fucks sake what the fuck was that"

I would have loved to say that i did slept that night, dreaming about glory and greek myths but that did not happened, at all.

I walked around the infirmary for hours, opening every cabinet and trying to make my mind to something, i searched for my stuff, and thankfully found my camera, with some pictures i hadnt noticed i had taken, one specific had a blurred thing in the forest.

When the first rays of sunlight appeared i got dressed, and decided that, in order to prove to myself (and probably to the mental hospital afterwards) i was not insane, i needed proof that i was actually living, actually there, being a demigodess, thats what they called.

Very few people were up already, and i did received some weird looks, it was clear nobody knew me, that was fine, i didnt knew anybody either.

I walked around taking some pictures, sometimes getting lost, but everything amazed me, the forest, the cabins, the stables, i found the entrance to a beach too, and then i got to the training area, aparently, i stayed far away, god forbid i woke up from this nightmare with a spear in my head, oh no, that would be bad.

Openning my camera i zoomed in the people, my speciality, it was sweet, seeing them trully smile, and not pretend for the picture, it was a genuine feeling the camera would keep forever, i zoomed around other peoples faces, but my camera focused on a face i could never forget, and she looked back at me, and realized i was there, but not that i was me, because she came towards me with a angry look.

Ill admit, the look scared me as hell, so much i tried to pretend i was never taking pictures of her, i slightly changed the angle and kept my face hidden behind the camera.

Do i need to say that did not fucking worked? No? Thank you.

"Who the fuck do you think you are taking random pictures of pe-"

She yanked my camera off of me mid sentence and stopped completely, looking like she had seen a ghost for some seconds.

"(Y/n)?"

"Clari?"

"How- what are you doing here!?"

She asked, with a worried look, still kind of confused, she did this look since we were little girls, and for a moment i had a big deja vu.

Two little girls running around, playing all day, telling each other secrets and stories, running to hug each other eveytime they were close, i still saw that girl in her eyes, but by her previous look, she did not.

"What am i doing here? What are YOU doing here? One day you dissapear without a trace, and your family said you went to a new school even though it was the summer, and now i find you sparring with a spear? You are that too? A demigoddes, i mean?"

I spoke fast, nervous, as if my time in the world with her would end just as it did once.

Instead of responding me right away, clarisse did something that maybe would scare every single soul she knew in the past years.

She hugged me. Hard.

Breathing me in, and not letting me go exactly as you would expect of someone who hasnt seen me in years.

"I couldnt tell you anything... it wouldnt be safe...im sorry, i missed my friend... i missed you."

I just looked at her for some seconds, and then hugged her again, this time i was the one making it extra tight, i was the one going insane by the reconforting smell of her shampoo, praying that she couldnt feel my heartbeats against her chest, and how strong they were.

"Just.. dont leave me again okay? And ill forgive you, i promisse"

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

hii, can u do a luke castellan x fem daughter of hypnos where she is a spy for him after he left the camp and they reunite in princess andromeda pls

Thank you so much for your request!

Luke Castellan x fem!hypnos!reader fluff

Requested?: Yes!!

You were one of the firsts that were supposed to join the Titan Army on the Princess Andromeda. Till now, you stayed in the camp as a spy but with you being Luke's girlfriend, the gods kept a close eye on you at all times. It was only a matter of time till your cover would have been blown.

Ethan left a few days prior to you, Chris and Silena were still in the camp, staying behind to supply your army with intel. Tonight was your turn. It was the night after the last capture the flag game and after the campfire everyone fell into bed exhausted.

A while after curfew, you rose from your bed silently. You kept up a slight sleeping aura up around you to keep your cabin mates sleeping. You wore dark blue jeans, sneakers and a black zip-up hoodie. With the hood pulled up and your backpack around your shoulder, you slowly opened the door.

Avoiding any noises you stepped on the grass next to the gravel path. The camp was nearly dark, except for a few cabins that were lit by different coloured torches. The grass was wet under your feet and you put on some gloves.

You let your gaze wander across the camp and checked your sword on your belt. After that, you started to make your way down the path. You snuck around behind the Hephaestus cabin that was glowing in a soft orange light.

Originally, you wanted to take a pegasus to the Princess Andromeda but since you learned that Percy had the ability to talk to horses, you were worried that maybe the other pegasi would snitch to him when they noticed you in the staple.

You snuck by the Apollo cabin since they all had a very deep sleep when the sun dipped below the horizon. Through the window you could see soft fairy lights glowing over the occupied beds. Silently, you made your way past the cabin. The oil lamps were swinging in the wind and mist covered the ocean and the beach.

Percy had put up white cloths to stop the fog from entering his mostly open cabin. The atmosphere hanging over the camp was eerie. You know who's fault this was. Phorcys and Aigaios had pulled up a tight curtain of mist to cover your journey from the god's eyes.

You stumbled down the hill behind Camp Halfblood and reached the street. And finally, there she was. Nemesis was leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette. Her red leather jacket was open and she looked up at the sky with a disapproving look in her eyes. As she noticed your steps, she put her cigarette out and turned around to you.

"My favorite niece finally made it." She said with a smirk. "Ready?" You nodded eagerly. "Yes. Let's go." She took your hand. "Close your eyes and try to not throw up on me, will ya?"

You swallowed down your nervousness and nodded. "Sure." You mumbled and before you could say another word, the two of you had already disappeared into the shadows.

The shadow travelling did make you feel nauseous and you tried really hard to not ruin Nemesis' jacket. Luckily, your trip only took you a few moments until you ended up on the metal floor of a ship.

The waves were hitting high against the railing and salty wet water splashes were hitting your face. Nemesis helped you up. "Come on, kid. Let's get inside." You followed her stumbeling to the lower deck, fleeing from the grey sky and the wind.

"Welcome on the Princess Andromeda." Nemesis said with a wide smile. "Stairs up through the door is Luke's room. Have fun, be safe." The goddess said smirking before she disappeared into the shadows again.

You rolled your eyes and took a moment to settle back down in your body. After that, you approached Luke's room. You knocked softly on the door and after that opened the door impatiently.

Right as you stepped into the room, you were pulled into a tight embrace. Your gaze met blue soft tshirt cloth.

"Hey, my princess." Luke whispered into your ear. "You finally made it." You nodded and leaned your forehead against Luke's chest. "Finally." Luke smiled widely. He pulled you in a sweet kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Did someone saw you?" He asked. You shook your head. "No, everything went smoothly." Luke hugged you even tighter, his hands roaming over your back. You snuck your face under his chin and kissed his pulse point. "Missed you." You mumbled into his skin.

With the nervousness suddenly leaving your body, you sank against Luke. "I'm tired." You whispered. Luke chuckled. "Come on, i made a bed for you." You perked up a little, nesting was always something that could cheer you up.

Luke took your hand and guided you over to a small room with a double bed inside. Luke had arranged a few square pillows around the bed and blankets were drapped over the matress. The bedding all was in dark colours, a lot of purple and midnight blue.

You smiled excitedly and you fell onto the bed. Luke approached you and gently started to take off your gear and your sneakers.

After he was done, he dropped on the bed next to you and you pulled a soft blanket over the two of you. Your hands stroked over the fluffy material. It was just how you liked it and just like the blanket that you stole from Luke when you two first started spending the nights in the same bed.

You were now laying with you, face close to Luke's, laying one of your hands on his cheek lovingly. "I love you so much. You always look out for me." You whispered and leaned in for a soft kiss.

"Everything for my princess." He whispered back against your lips. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you nuzzled under his chin, being shielded away from the world.

Just Luke and you.

Hopefully it could stay like this.

[ratzquantum]

𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

— an unedited percy jackson x fem!reader fluff/angst, percy is an adult here, suggestive themes (cabin not necessarily needed, feel free to include it anyway)

you never understood friends-with-benefits until your best friend mentioned it, and you were so head-over-heels that you agreed to it; and you were beginning to regret it.

you should have known this summer would have you jumbled up when the scorching heat never yielded. by the end of the first week, the air should have cooled down, but it never did. now halfblood hill was overrun with sweaty campers and the stench of body odor, which was not particularly pleasant. the aphrodite cabin was suffering the most, constantly battling runny makeup and smelly orange tees like their lives depended on it. which god had it out for you now? zeus? helios? whichever one it was, they were punishing you with the summer's worst heatwave.

so when percy stopped mid-swing during sword practice to ask for a brief intermission—something he never did—you should have known it would only go downhill from there.

"what's up?" you asked, pinching the collar of your orange 'camp halfblood' tee and swiping away at the beads of sweat that had collected on the edge of your temple.

percy drew in a long breath, carding a hand through his brown locks. his freckles had become much more apparent ever since the sun started raining its heat on camp, and you wouldn't be surprised if they started dotting along his arms and legs now, too. he was drenched in sweat, more-so than you, and his chest heaved with each breath. his dampened shirt clung to his body, revealing his ever-so-tucked-away muscles.

still, he looked good. you were embarrassed to even think it—your training opponent, smelling of body odor and the sea—but, man, it had an effect on your heart.

"jus' need a second," he breathed. percy cleared his throat and looked up at you through big puppy-dog eyes, his green orbs swelling with a steelish glint, the kind of look he had when he was set on an idea; determined.

"need some water?" you offered. percy shook his head.

"just a breather,” he told you again through quiet pants. a soft breeze picked up, temporarily relieving you from the sultry summer weather.

you snorted, “okay, mister. someone’s a little out of it today.”

“what?” he scoffed, a smile breaking through his sarcastic intentions. “can’t the guy who is literally the son of a god who’s all about water take a break from it?”

you shrugged loosely and reached down to pick your own water bottle from off the ground. "suit yourself." you uncapped the lid and took a swig of water.

"man, what is it with this weather?" percy asked, his voice a little whiny. "i can't think straight while i'm constantly being fried."

although he had a point, you decided to poke fun at him anyway. it was your easy one-way street to entertainment. "excuses, excuses. you can just say you suck, you know."

percy rolled his eyes and pulled at his shirt, eager to rid himself of the sweat. "on any other day," he said, "you would've been toast. no, worse. . . freshly grilled ground beef."

"gods, you're corny," you giggled. percy was notorious for coming up with the worst jokes possible—dad jokes, but even worse. half of the time they didn't make sense. this one was a little more respectable than the rest due to the addition of how absurdly hot it was outside, but nonetheless terrible.

and maybe it was corny how you loved that aspect of him.

percy hung his head back, his hands finding their place on his waist. seeing as he was still stalling, you decided that a quick stretch break would do you some good.

percy started again, his voice softer this time. "i saw nicholas oogling you earlier when we were sparring. you guys got something goin' on?"

you wondered why he was asking—maybe to tease you, since you weren't really known for being huge on romace (because that spot was spoken for by a certain sun-kissed demigod)—but there was a genuine curiosity in his voice when he spoke. though, being your best friend, he should have known you would've told him."him? pshh," you said, stifling a laugh. "nah. not my type."

"you're running out of options," percy said, unable to conceal the mirth in his tone.

"what?" you laughed this time.

he nodded furiously and said, "oh yeah."

"what do you mean by that?"

"you don't have the guts to go up to anyone and flirt. i know you too well," he said, eyeing you mischievously. his lips parted to smirk at you—he really did know you all too well. he was right, but you felt offended, anyway. your cheeks burned up and, flustered, you took his bait like a fish to a worm.

"woah! that was mean, perce," you huffed, furrowing your eyebrows. you no longer met his stare, shrinking into your shoulders as you tried to think of something to match his 'insult'. you came up empty, and a meek, "your game isn't any better," slipped from your parted lips.

percy raised his eyebrows, obviously amused. "yeah? you wanna test that?" he asked you, now grinning from ear to ear.

okay, then. two could play at that game.

"okay, sir." you took a glimpse around the field. campers were scattered around, all tangled up in their own activities. if you could embarrass percy then you would be even, and you'd forget all about the crude comment he made.

from the distance, your eyes snagged on a girl around your height, sitting in the field beside another girl. they were picking at the grass and laughing. you recognized her, a faint memory of seeing her sitting at the apollo table during dinners. satisfied, you pointed to her. "that girl over there," you told him, "go up all sweaty and ask her."

percy heaved a dramatic and drawn out sigh. "first of all, i'm at a disadvantage," he chuckled, fixing his gaze on you once more. "i'm always down for a challenge, but look—" he gestured to his hair, his sweat-ridden shirt, and the various stains from a mixture of dirt and grass. "—i'm not exactly prince charming right now."

"so?"

his next words hit you like a burly sack of potatoes ten times your size.

"second of all, i was asking you."

you blinked. asking you? well, obviously. . . is that not why you gave him a challenge? to test that theory?

the breeze calmed and the heat went back to pestering you. it must have been getting to you bad, because for a moment you were telling yourself he was offering himself to you, testing his theory with you.

but that was insane. that was the heat talking.

you wrung your hands, growing increasingly nervous as you began to realize you were right. percy's silence spoke for itself. his eyes digging into your skin, picking apart your face to find a good read on you. his smile had thinned out to be more serious, more practical.

". . .me?" you mumbled after allowing yourself to linger a while longer in the silence.

percy took a step towards you, and his playful smile reappeared. "sure. doesn't have to mean anything, but, y'know. . ." his eyes teased you, every so often breaking eye contact to glimpse at your lips and you knew. and he knew it, too. he was working his charms on you and it was working. you clenched your fists together, fingernails digging into your palms to distract yourself from the fluttery, gooey feeling in your chest. "i'd hate for you to miss out. i'd feel bad."

so that's what it was. he didn't like you, not like that. you had troubled yourself briefly into believing he did. charismatic, popular percy. all smiles, jokes, and sass—percy, who you knew had girls fawning for him. 'can you be my wingwoman?', or 'what's percy's favorite color?', or 'does percy ever talk about me?'.

no, you wouldn't be their 'wingwoman'. his favorite color is blue. and, gods, please just shut up!

through your restless thoughts, there was a sharp sound—a footstep—and it sounded as if it were receding, falling away from you. it was enough to snap you out of your inner turmoil.

your gaze connected with percy's. he was reluctantly backing off, ready to drop the idea in seconds if you said to.

no, you thought. no, don't go. i don't want you to.

you didn't let him leave.

you reached for him, your fingers brushing against the soft of his arm, tickling his skin. percy's eyes widened, like he was surprised by your decision, but they were quick to settle again.

"okay," you whispered, overtaken by fondness for your best friend. its enough to shield your heart from the guilt.

percy broke into another smile, and he extended a hand to you. "let's shake on it, then."

"shake—shake on it?" you stammered, glancing down at his hand. this would make it final. breathing deep through your nose, you tried your best to play off the adrenaline pumping through your veins by laughing it away. "okay, then! it's final," you chuckled, clasping his hand in yours and giving it a firm shake.

"you know what? i'm thinking i could go for another round of sparring," percy beamed. he took his hand away to settle it on the hilt of his sword, eager to jump back into action.

you wondered if he had been thinking about this—perhaps it was the thought from earlier, the one you recognized as determination—but you don't let yourself waste any more time worrying over it.

"i wouldn't mind beating you again," you sneered, going back to best friends as if the previous conversation was never said aloud.

the first time he kissed you was in his cabin.

the moon hung high and stars speckled the sky. it reminded you of percy's freckles, or if the sun had kissed the moon all over before retiring, a foreshadowing of your own night.

it was cooler now, which proved to be refreshing on your trek to cabin three. both you and percy were tired and brimming with sunburns from leading camp activities in the sun and hauling around younger kids who didn't know better.

you hadn't been expecting it. you were drowsy and, nonetheless awake, distracted, leaving your body to rest in the doorframe of his cabin as you bid him a goodnight.

"mm," you sighed, lazily dragging a hand across your eyes. "g'night, perce. i'll, uh, see you at breakfast."

percy pressed his side into the opposite side of the doorframe, his head tipped against it for support. although he was tired, you could make out his eyes, wide and watching you with intent. he was only a few inches in front of you, close enough you could hear him breathing and take note of each shaky inhale and deep exhale.

"before you go," he murmured, his voice gentle and slow, "i need something."

you were too tired to bother protesting, so you nodded slow and said, "sure. what's up?"

his fingers brushed over your chin. instinctively, you let him guide your head to look up. pleased with his adjustment, percy dipped his head down. his lips found yours, soft and tender. he recognized your sleepy state and eased his way into the kiss, his hand finding the small of your cheek.

he pulled you closer, dragging his top teeth against your bottom lip ever so faintly, asking you to wake up—and it worked. you could feel your mind jogging itself, begging you to kick it into high gear.

through the slight parting of your lips, you gasped quietly. his lips were warm and beautiful. they reminded you of a flower petal—a rose, even—a texture so soft and comforting, you were drinking it up.

you pressed your lips deeper, eager to feel more of him. if it was this heavenly to kiss him, then gods above forgive you for wanting more. your hands found his shoulders. you smoothed them over the top of his shirt, finding his neck. you left one hand to rest there, moving the other up to his jawline. you pressed the pads of your fingers into his cheek, soaking in his warmth.

percy's other hand slithered up from below and snaked its way around your waist, clutching to the cloth of your camp tee. he spun you around slow and pushed your back against the doorframe. you braced yourself against the wall as percy dove in deeper, a soft whine escaping his lips when he pressed his body against yours.

you let your hand travel to his hair, to his brown messy locks, and tangle in them. you must've given percy ideas, because the next thing you knew, the hand around your back began roaming, massaging your waist and tickling your sides. you were melting at his touch, your heart hammering through your ribcage and knees locking beneath him.

and you would've kept at it, would've spent the night being his girl, but his fingers hooking around the hem of your shirt had you aware again—too aware, and you felt uncomfortably vulnerable under his gaze.

a rush of blood reminded you of your situation, and you brought your hands down to push gingerly against his chest. you weren't his girl, nor had you gotten past the guilt enough to let him in—to let him see you vulnerable and open so intimately.

percy noticed, and he didn't resist when you pushed him away. instead, he chuckled and rubbed sheepishly at his neck. "what'd i say? that's totally game," he said.

careful not to shed your true feelings, you laughed it off with a, "i think you were just infatuated with me for a few minutes there."

"yeah? wanna. . . test that?" he's tempting you again, seeing if he can rope you in for a next time, but there's no convincing needed. you'd been caught from the beginning.

your hands lingered on his chest just a little longer as your lips fell into an easy smile. "goodnight, perce."

percy nodded curtly and, taking a step back, retired to his cabin. "night, sweet girl."

it had been weeks, but most nights started and ended just like that. it was rare, but there were times you'd wake up to rays of sunlight filtering through the windows and find yourself still in his bed.

you never felt good during the days, when you and percy went off to your own occupations around camp. at nights, you found serenity with him and that was good—but it was only a temporary relief, and the days were filled with resurfacing thoughts and emotions that were drowning you.

gods, you loved percy more than you ever had before; and you were ripping the ground out with your heart just for another night drinking in his attention.

today was the last straw. it was funny, the way everything played out. you and percy were standing around the bonfire, partaking in a session of smore-making when a girl strolled up and interrupted you mid-conversation.

"i'm sorry," she said, looking between the two of you with wide eyes. "i was hoping to steal percy away briefly." her eyes tugged on percy, who only looked at you and shrugged.

"oh, no worries," you told her, a reassuring smile playing at your lips. you were never the jealous type. percy was popular ever since he first arrived at camp years ago. he was powerful. after a certain demigod from cabin eleven left, he claimed the title of the strongest swordsman in camp. so when the girl came up to talk to him, you assumed it would be nothing more than a friendly exchange.

but as you examined her closer, watching the pep in her step as she walked off with him; the way she held her hands clasped behind her back; the familiarity of her smacked you stark in the face—it was the same exact girl from the day you had sparred. she was the one you had challenged him to go after, pointing at her and grinning like you had been one-upping him.

it wasn't as if you held anything against her. she wasn't brought into your mess ever, she didn't even know either of you. but to think what a coincidence it would be if there was a tease here and there, or maybe percy found himself interested.

anxiety brewed in your stomach, churning over. . .

and over. . .

and over.

until finally, you saw something to prove you right. the girl had burst into giggles, boiling over with laughter at something percy had said. and percy was reaching down, slinging an arm around her and squeezing her. then she pulled him down and whispered into his ear and—

"—gods, lady! your marshmallow!" a chuckling leo interrupted.

you whipped your head back to your marshmallow, now black and burnt to a crisp, its edges trimmed by a fire still blowing. you brought it to your face and blew at it, waving your free hand until fire died down. a strained groan escaped your lips, one that had been pushed down for weeks, and you tossed the metal stick aside.

leo bent over and carefully plucked the stick from the ground. he watched you try to regain composure with narrowed eyes. "are you. . . okay?" he asked, cautious not to set your anger ablaze. "you, ah, overcooked your dessert."

your lips settled into a thin line, eyebrows upturned solemnly now. "i'm. . . i've just had a rough day," you told him. "sorry, leo." you swallowed thickly, eyes flitting from the burnt marshmallow in leo's hands to the bonfire. "i'm gonna head to bed for the night. tell percy i wasn't feeling well for me."

"if you're sure," he said, offering you a comforting smile. "you sure you don't want your marshmallow? it's just burning to be with you."

you waved him off with a grumbled, but still soft, "get back to the workshop and work on your jokes, leo," and trudged back to your cabin, folding your arms over your chest to try and console your tired bones and aching heart.

it was the fourth of july, and you were determined to celebrate alongside your friends without the thought of percy ruining your appetite. the wound was still fresh, and you had been ignoring percy by any and all means possible. you couldn't face him after that night. it wasn't just because some girl was bumping shoulders with him, but because your jealousy was unhealthy and the idea of percy with any other girl was so dreadful. avoiding him was painful, but you imagined it could be a whole lot worse if you stayed.

piper, who you originally planned on spending the night with, ended up dismissing herself early to help with the fireworks. you understood it was her duty as a camp counselor, but without percy, you found yourself completely alone. your other friends were all shared, meaning annabeth, tyson, and anyone else would surely be spending the firework display with him. fortunately, nico and will offered you some solace (haha) in sharing a spot with them for the show. although you were afraid you might end up third-wheeling them, you ultimately accepted it.

the firework show was good, but the snacks will had packed were even better. you were munching on red grapes and apple slices and cheese crackers like there'd be no tomorrow, effectively eating half of the bag and allowing you to forget all about percy. will was secretly glad he'd hid a bundle of cookies away by the end of the night.

then, when the fireworks had momentarily subsided, will crept away from the picnic mat. you didn't notice at first, and nico was trying his best not to peak over his shoulder at his boyfriend, but eventually the poor boy gave in to temptation, and you followed his stare.

will was messing with his blond curls, shuffling to the side like he was practicing some awkward dance. you blinked and turned around to get a better view.

he wasn't dancing. he was blocking someone from getting past him. their voices were too muffled to make out from where you were sitting down.

"who is that?" you asked, gazing across the beach.

nico cast a nervous glance in your direction and mumbled, "i dunno."

then you saw it. you saw him. his brown tuffs of hair shed past will's figure, and even in the dark, his eyes locked with yours.

"you're kidding," you winced and pulled yourself up, not wanting to indulge in the fireworks show any longer. not even the snacks were appealing to you now, as your stomach flipped, sending uncomfortable shivers up your spine.

"wait—" nico tried, but you were already stomping down the beach, itching to widen the distance between you and percy.

what you didn't know was that percy was already hot on your tail, only feet away from you. he had side-stepped around will and hurried after you.

finally, percy's hand grabbed ahold of your arm and jerked you back. you stumbled but caught your footing. you wriggled your arm hopelessly from percy's grasp. he was much too strong, much too determined, and you were stuck.

"stop running away for just one second," percy almost begged. you blinked, but then decided you must have misheard it. you can't turn around, too afraid the tears will well up and spill. thankfully, percy doesn't force you to either.

percy sighed, slumping his shoulders and allowing himself a moment to relax. the sound of fireworks spluttering and popping from somewhere above echoed across the night sky, filling the silence while he tried to figure out the right words to say, the right questions to ask.

after a minute, his voice broke through the silence. "what's wrong? i thought we were okay, but you randomly took off the other night and now you're avoiding me like i'm a curse," he said. "which i'm not, i'd hope." his hand fell from your arm, and the loss of his warmth had your heart recoiling all over again.

"i just—i don't know, i. . ." you sucked in air through gritted teeth. mustering up the confidence, you turned to face percy. his face was twisted into something sour, and he looked almost solemn. almost. "i can't just kiss you and go back to being your best friend," you told him honestly.

percy's mouth twitched before he blubbered out a desperate, "that's okay! we can just be friends, then. easy peasy, right?" an awkward chuckle followed. your heart sank deeper into your chest. his green orbs were piercing into your own.

"percy," you whispered. you looked towards the sky, set on keeping the tears from slipping through. "maybe. i need—i need time."

"hey, look at me," he said. you hesitantly obliged. "hey, yeah. i'm right here, okay? if—" he paused, racking his brain for something smart to say, "—if you need time, that's okay. i'm sorry for dragging you into something you didn't want from the start. that was stupid." his eyes were full of earnest. you couldn't help but love him more.

it was impulsive, but somehow you didn't regret it.

"i love you, percy."

you feel sick after you say it, but some invisible weight was lifted from your shoulders, and you could breathe again. the air still tasted foul, but it was better than none.

"what?" percy's voice was softer than before. there was a complete shift in his expression. a mixture of shock and something else settled into his features. "you. . . what?"

"don't make me repeat it," you grimaced.

percy shook his head furiously, stammering, "but i thought—you said you—what?"

"i'm sorry?"

"i thought you were avoiding me because you didn't like me in that way. i. . ." he ran his hands through his hair, completely bewildered. "gods, percy, annabeth's right," he cursed to himself, "you're totally stupid."

your eyebrows only furrowed deeper, now struck dumb. what was bro saying?? "percy?"

his eyes flickered back to yours and he sighed, catching his breath. "i love you, too."

the words slipped past his lips so easily you thought you misheard him again. but his eyes were yearning for something. for you. and you were speechless.

part of you threatened to get angry and spill all the horrible emotions you felt—the grieving, the longing, the heartache. all of it. it wasn't fair of him to reciprocate it so simply after all you suffered because of him!

but you stayed rooted and calm, approaching him with a gentler tone. "you do?"

"i do."

"then why not go through with it?" you pressed, hoping to quell the doubt in your mind. "why half-ass it? friends-with-benefits, or whatever."

percy quieted. you didn't blame him. you believed he was being honest with you, but if he couldn't give you a direct answer, was it worth it? would the newfound surge of excitement in your heart be crushed once more?

you physically relaxed when percy answered, and your worries melted away. "i was scared, i think. i was trying to test the waters, because i didn't want to lose you," he told you frankly. "best friends of—what—seven years? that's a big gamble." he laughed aloud, though its more a show of his nerves than it is joyful.

you punched him in the shoulder, earning a soft grunt and "hey!" in response. "what was that for?" he scowled.

"for you being a coward," you huffed, then added, "and a jerk. you know, maybe i should be reconsidering this whole friendship stuff."

"don't joke like that," he frowned.

"you started it!"

a small smile found its way to percy's lips, and his teasing nature returned like it had never left to begin with. "oh, i guess i did."

you rolled your eyes and started again. "percy, you—"

you were cut off by percy as he dipped down and kissed you. his hand found the small of your back and held you upright. the surprise on your face was glaringly obvious, but percy didn't care. he closed his eyes and kissed you deeper. and you didn't stop him.

his hands found their way to either side of your face and he pulled away, taking a moment to stare at you in awe. the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks. "gods, you're so pretty."

the flutter in your chest returned, and you smiled giddily up at percy. "don't be silly," you giggled, your own hands finding his. you grasped them tight.

"i love you, my sweet girl," he hummed between kisses as he peppered your face with them. you soaked it all up gratefully.

"i love you, too, perce."

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you decided to create a real life frosty the snowman for estelle blofis, a regular camp visitor. it goes... unexpectedly.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jason grace x fem!boreas!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k (wow)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: child of boreas reader, female reader, snowmen, ethically ambiguous magic, more plot than fluff im sorry, tooth rotting fluff towards the end, daddy issues i think maybe, serious angst ngl, i will never be normal about jason grace, canon who?

𝐚/𝐧: this had no reason to be so emotionally taxing but here we are

Being the boyfriend of a Boreas kid meant two things happened every night: one, sneaking you in from your lonely cabin to his lonely cabin, and two, sleeping with nearly a hundred different blankets. 

Normally, he fell asleep easy despite the chill, but there was a lot of work waiting for him back New Rome. Jason knew this holiday at Camp Halfblood was only making that work pile up, but he tired, so he didn't care just yet. He could let the anxiety catch him after Christmas. Plus, the longer he was away from work the longer he was with you.

Jason had been away doing Roman things for at least two months, and Iris Messages and the occasional phone call weren’t cutting in anymore; despite your cold shouldered father, you were as clingy as all get out. Not that Jason minded (he was clingy too).

The next fall of New Rome University couldn't seem to get there any slower. You were both going to be there, thank the gods.

Jason started to grin at just the thought, his eyes skimming all over your peaceful face as you breathed in and out slowly. The two of you were practically buried under all the blankets, and he would have been miserably hot if it weren’t for his amazing cooler system of a girlfriend.

“You’re staring,” you suddenly sang out softly, a mischievous smirk taking your face.

Jason’s heart sped up. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Creep,” you mumbled.

He reached over to caress your cheek, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. You leaned into his touch and twisted in the blankets, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling into his chest.

He pressed a light kiss to your hairline and rested his arm on your waist. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

You blinked blearily up at him. “Christmas. I’ve been working on something.”

“Care to share?” Jason had known you long enough to know you were serious about Christmas surprises. This time of year your powers were strongest, and you always took advantage of that.

You lightly patted his chest and snuggled deeper into bed. “Mhmm. When it’s ready. Can’t let anything get out or else Mr. D will so shut it down.”

Jason was officially intrigued. “What exactly… never mind. I'd rather sleep easy.”

You leaned up to kiss his jaw. “Good choice.”

He caught your lips before you could get back to sleep, cupping you cheek in his hand and drawing you close for an everlasting moment. The thundering mosaic on the ceiling was as annoying as ever, and he swore he could feel the statue of his dad staring holes into him. 

So Jason pulled the pile of covers up to hide the two of you away, thriving off your little giggle as he pulled you in once more.

જ⁀➴

A week till Christmas, and you finally felt ready to cast the enchantment. Giddiness ran through your whole body all morning, along with some nerves, of course.

It all began when you heard Chiron reading a story to some of the littler campers. They were year rounders and were feeling homesick, whining and crying so much their counselors couldn't get anything done. So, he read to them, taking some Christmas storybook from Athena Cabin and frantically narrating the tale of Frosty the Snowman.

You’d been coming by to drop off some paperwork from your well-enough paying job in the Big House, lamenting being unable to find a suitable gift for Percy's little sister Estelle. She'd be coming to camp for the Christmas Day bonfires with her mother and father, and you had yet to find something she would like.

As you dropped off your papers you heard the older of the littles cry out that she wished it would snow in camp. Another then exclaimed he wished they had their own magic snowman.

Mr. D was in the next room over, promptly laughing and popping the kids dream bubble. You weren’t having that, not one bit. And suddenly, you had your perfect gift.

The only reasonable solution was to learn how to create a magic snowman.

(Jason would later call you crazy, which is basically a declaration of love, you think.)

You sat alone in the dim lighting of your cabin, which you shared with no one but the dust bunnies. Boreas didn’t really hoe around much, which you supposed was nice, aside from the fact that it left you no roommates. Nights used to get lonely before you and Jason started saying fuck to the rules.

Little snowflakes danced around your palms before they went spiraling into the air and exploded into dozens of flurries. Slowly, bit by bit, the snow started to pile up all around you, creating a blanket of white across the floor. You had the snow down, now, you just had to trust you had your sorcery skills down.

A knock on the cabin’s skylight startled you. 

You smiled, calling up, “What’s the password?”

“Jason has the coolest girlfriend ever?”

“Not quite.”

There was a sigh. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Access granted,” you sang in reply, an all too satisfied smirk planted on your face.

The skylight creaked open, letting in the moonlight as well as your boyfriend. He shivered instantly. No matter how high you set the thermostat, the Boreas cabin was always freezing. Not that it ever bothered you, anyway.

A snow flurry landed on his nose, sending Jason into a sneezing fit. “Still working?”

“Mhmm.” He watched as you tried and failed to hide a yawn.

A little smile sprouted on his face as he rolled his eyes. “All right. Bed time.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t baby me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, but I’m afraid I can’t sleep without you,” he said softly, holding out a hand with such a pretty look in his eyes. If he kept on looking at you like that, you might as well fall in love with him already.

“Fine,” you sighed, plopping your hand into his and letting him haul you to your feet. “Only because you can’t function without me.”

You wrung your arms around his neck and flushed yourself against him, his arms tight around you and a cute blush in his cheeks. 

A light breeze kissed your cheek as he rose off the floor, keeping one arm around your waist while the other pushed open the skylight. 

“Air Jason, taking off,” you said, doing your best to mimic a pilot’s microphone and failing miserably. Jason loved it though, an airy laugh bubbling from his lips as the night air met the pair of you with no regret.

“You’re such a dork,” he muttered into your ear, eliciting a poke to the ribs from you. Jason dropped a few feet in the air and nearly sent you into cardiac arrest, a scream leaving you as your legs clambered to wrap around his waist. 

Jason was laughing for gods’ sake, shushing you as he picked up speed to reach Cabin One before the harpies caught you. “Sorry, sorry.”

In through the open window and down to the floor, the wind carried you all the way, a soft caress on your skin as if the air meant to comfort the two of you. You were going to ask him if he felt it too when a wave of exhaustion found you, and you started to lean into Jason, not letting him go even when your feet touched the ground.

He rubbed gently circles into your back, his chin coming to rest on your head, eyes closing. You were cold to touch, as always, but Jason would gladly get frostbite just to hold you forever. 

Eyes soft, you caught corners of glittery lights in your peripheral, turning to find a Christmas tree that had definitely not been there a few hours ago. A smile split onto your face as you rushed up to it, admiring the rainbow lights and mismatched ornaments. 

Jason must’ve gone through the Big House attic to find all these. You picked off an ornament of Olympus, a selfie of a smiling Apollo and a less than pleased Dionysus staring out from the little city of the gods. 

“It’s perfect,” you said, spinning back around to find Jason there. 

He had that look in his eyes. You know, the one that takes all the air out of you and leaves you craving nothing more than his very presence. “One more thing.”

You followed his gaze to the ceiling, lip slipping between your teeth to contain your smile. “Mistletoe?”

His hand came to cup your cheek, eyes dipping low. “Hey, I don’t make the rules.”

How could you argue with that? Without warning you lurched forward and sent Jason stumbling back, lips meeting his in a feverish moment.

જ⁀➴

Dawn was encroaching on the camp. 

There was barely a noise all across the Long Island Sound, aside from the sea meeting land, the ruffling of the harpies’ feathers, and the contented snores coming from each cabin. In the stables the pegasi huffed and dealt with the faux antlers stuck to their heads. Mr. D sat snoring in a rocking chair on the Big House deck. 

The tall and proud Christmas tree at the center of camp stood looming over Hestia’s fire. Her warm face could be spied through the flickering flames, if one looked close enough. Beneath the tree’s branches were boxed gifts, some from attentive godly parents, but most placed there by Chiron (he never bothered correcting the campers when they assumed Santa Claus came in the night).

Garlands and wreaths hung from every doorway. Mistletoe was easy to find from the awnings of the Aphrodite Cabin. Poinsettias bloomed over the rooftop of Demeter’s Cabin. The smell of cookies and candy canes wafted out from the camp kitchens, the dryads tossing bits of flour and sugar at each other as they prepared something special.

It was a Camp Halfblood Christmas if you’d ever seen one.

The only thing missing was snow. 

You stood on the hilltop overlooking the center of camp, embracing the December chill. The magical borders prevented outside weather from affecting the camp, but they did nothing to stop weather coming from the inside. 

Flexing your palms and shaking them out, you let out a breath that crystallized in the frigid air. The water in the air bended to your will, the clouds gathered at you command. You didn’t pretend to understand weather and the science of it all, you just knew that when the water in the clouds got cold enough…

Your concentration was unrelenting even as the first few snowflakes drifted down from above, following the current of air down the valley of camp. You would need a lot more than that. Glancing at the sun peeking up over the horizon, you pushed past your growing fatigue.

There would be snow that Christmas Day if you had anything to do about it.

જ⁀➴

Jason noticed right away that the familiar warmth of your freezing body was missing from his side. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he rolled over and noticed that your shoes weren’t at the foot of the bed. 

The whole cabin was freezing, but without you, it was just getting on his nerves. He was ready to get up, throw on a coat, and maybe just start yelling your name to find you wherever you’d run off to.

That was when he looked out the window. Jason’s jaw slacked, his eyes pleasantly wide and bright as a laugh tore out of him. He jumped up and didn’t bother with shoes as he flung open the cabin’s door and ran into the snow.

Everywhere a white layer of snow sat heavy on benches, picnic tables, the cabins—nothing was safe from this Christmas Day miracle.

He laughed again and raked his hands through his hair. So this is what you’d been working so secretively on. Jason really should have guessed sooner. 

The sound of boots in the snow caught his attention and he glanced over to see Piper hurling a snowball at Leo’s head. Leo sputtered when the snow hit his face, a sly grin all over his face.

Piper laughed behind her hand and noticed Jason struggling to pull on sneakers in his doorway. She dodged a snowball from Leo’s warm hands and jogged toward him. Her voice was tangled with a smile. “Did you know she was planning this?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. All around camp kids were racing outside, slipping on the icy snow and tossing on any warm clothes they could find. You were still nowhere to be seen. “Have you seen my girlfriend?”

Piper shook her head and made to say something when a handful of snow was dumped down the back of her shirt. She gasped and whirled around, shivering despite the hot anger in her eyes, and took off after a cackling Leo without another word. 

Snickering, Jason took another look around, sighing when he couldn’t see you in the midst of excited campers. 

He turned around to go grab a jacket when a soft noise caught his attention. Some kind of grunting, followed by a startled yelp. Jason started to smile. He’d know that sound anywhere. He followed the noise around the side of his cabin, tilting his head at the sight.

You were red in the face, using all your might to roll a giant ball of snow, struggling to say the least. Estelle was standing by with rapt attention, excitement written all over her face. 

Jason went to stand beside Estelle, kneeling to be at her height. He leaned in to stage-whisper, “Do you think she needs some help?”

You looked up, stopping in the process of pushing your back against the snow, huffing and puffing through your glare. Estelle giggled. “Probably.”

He saw it in your face; you wanted to flip him off, only refraining given the current company. Estelle’s eyes gleamed up at him along with a bucktooth smile. “We’re building a snowman!”

“We?” you huffed, tucking your hair out of your face and behind your ears. “I didn’t know we were pronouncing my name as we now.”

Estelle rolled her eyes. “I’m supervising.”

“Honestly, I think ‘Stelle’s doing the heavy lifting,” Jason teased.

You sighed and turned to face your work. “That’s one layer. Jason, you do the middle.”

Still grinning, he was going to protest before doing exactly as you said, when a voice echoed across the lawn. One of the Stolls (Jason knew they were a few years apart but he still could never remember which was which) was approaching, a snowball in hand.

“Yo, Y/N!” he called. “It’s getting a little soggy over here!”

You smiled like this wasn’t the first time someone had had this complaint, wasting no time in cracking your neck and splaying out your hands.  A cold rush of wind enveloped you, a firm crease in your brows, before another wave of snow rained down from the clouds.

The Stoll brother shouted his thanks, and you meant to offer a smile when suddenly the world got tipsy, everything going black for a split second as you teetered off balance. Jason’s heart dropped and he rushed to your side, steadying you against him.

“Hey, hey, you with me?” 

You blinked blankly, though you nodded despite the greenish tint in your cheeks that was quickly fading. Still, Jason wanted nothing more than to sit you down and cast lightning upon anyone who tried to use you like a snow machine again. 

“I’m fine,” you assured him, gaining your color back. “Just a bit tired keeping all of this up.”

Estelle was attempting to finish the snowman on her own, promptly falling face first into the snow and sputtering to her feet. You giggled at her expense, not realizing you were still leaning mostly on Jason.

He wasn’t done questioning. “How long did it take to cover the whole camp?”

“Oh, uhm.” Your brows drew together, lips pursed. “A few hours. No big deal.”

You broke away from Jason and went to help Estelle roll along another giant snowball, casting Jason a reassuring smile. He let out a sigh and tried to let it go, going to help with the snowman construction.

The three of you finished the three layers of the snowman’s body, and Estelle ran off to collect the decorations and came back with a box, her brother, and her brother’s girlfriend.

Percy held Estelle on his shoulders, the box of supplies in Annabeth’s arms. You wiped your brow and smiled so brightly upon spying them that Jason nearly forgot you’d been focusing on continuing the snowfall all along, slowly draining yourself. 

Before he could call you out you sprang to your feet and went to pick the carrot out of the box. Annabeth chuckled and said, “I had to fight Blackjack for that.”

“Aww,” you hummed through a giggle. “Poor guy.”

Percy scoffed. “Please, he gets enough carrots. He could spare us at least five.”

Before you even had the chance to reply, Estelle jumped up to swipe the carrot from your hand. A response was barely on you lips when she nearly toppled the whole snowman over trying to stick the nose on its blank face.

You sighed and went to help her, scooping your hands under her arms and lifting her so she could reach its face. 

The morning went by as Piper and Leo approached the finished snowman with hot cocoa in hand. Piper sported a grin as she looked at you and said, “Mr. D is furious.”

“I hoped so,” you said. 

As Piper knelt to talk to Estelle you once again chose to ignore the weightiness in your shoulders, swallowing thickly to deal with your drying throat, and walked to the near empty box. Inside was a top hat you’d been saving for last. This was what the practice was leading up to.

“Hey, Stelle,” you called. Jason came to your shoulder, brows drawn, and you shot him a smirk. “Have Percy help you put the hat on top.”

She needed no more asking, taking her brother’s hand and dragging him to the snowman. Percy lifted her just as you had, and as Estelle rested the silk top hat on the snowman’s head, you held out a hand, worked some Boreas kid magic, and sent up a prayer to your dear old dad. A flurry of snowflakes shot out from your palm and right to the heart of the snowman.

You waited on bated breath as Estelle’s boot crunched back to the snowy ground, your gaze locked on the unmoving creature of snow. One second, then two, then three, until a minute passed. Estelle ran back to Annabeth and started ranting about something, Percy right behind her as he slung an arm around Annabeth’s shoulders. Piper and Leo engaged in another snowball fight, hot cocoa discarded on the ground.

And the snowman stood still. Your lips pursed with confusion and frustration. Jason appeared beside you again, looking from you to the snowman. “What’re we glaring at Frosty for?”

“Nothing,” you dismissed with a forced grin. You let out a sigh and intertwined your fingers with his, pressing a swift kiss to the back of his hand. “Wanna head inside? You’re shivering.”

He shook his head and slipped an arm around your waist. He was warm and soft and despite how much you loved the cold, you’d never get tired of it. But you couldn’t focus on that right now; you were too disappointed. 

That was until your boyfriend hit a full stop, his eyes slightly horrified yet also mystified. Brows pinched, you were on the verge of asking what was wrong when his hand gripped your chin. You flushed deep red at the action, another rush of warmth hitting you, but then Jason was turning your head to follow his line of sight.

A bright laugh escaped you. There, made of snow, two button eyes, and a carrot nose, was Estelle’s snowman. But now, he was living and breathing. The little twig eyebrows on him drew taut as he examined himself, looking at himself tree branch arms. 

Your friends all around you stood in shock, looking from you to your creation. You laughed again quite like a mad scientist, and dropped Jason’s hand to slowly approach the snowman.

“Hello,” you said, and he considered you with a blank button stare, the line of chocolate chips making his mouth curved down into a frown.

“What am I?” he asked you, dropping his arms to his sides. He looked very contemplative for a snowman.

“A snowman,” you answered brightly. 

The snowman hummed. His voice was soft, reminding you of the sound of crackling fire. Ironic. “I don’t think I’m meant to be alive. I feel… odd.”

Your smile started to fade, and you glanced back at your friends for help. Estelle stood awestruck, slowly stomping through the snow to stand at your side. She took your hand and looked up at the snowman with shining eyes. 

The snowman looked back at her, going quiet. “Hello.”

Estelle started to smile. “Hi. My name’s Estelle, and this is Y/N. Those are our friends.” She jabbed a thumb back at the others. “Oh, do you have a name?”

He seemed to turn thoughtful, nodding. “I believe it was Perseus.”

Estelle let out a tiny gasp. “That’s what I called you! In my head!” She turned to you in complete and utter amazement. “How did he know that?”

You could only shake you head with a smile, squeezing her hand. “I dunno. Magic?” You couldn’t help but laugh once more, casting a glance up at the sky. The wind brushed through your hair, feeling oddly like a father’s hand ruffling a daughter’s hair.

You’d never met your father, but you doubted he was a cold as the weather.

Percy, Annabeth, Leo, and Piper came to admire the snowman, introducing themselves as he assessed them one by one. Jason hooked an arm around your waist, pulling your side against his, and you practically melted onto him. Your legs felt a tad bit weak.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering in your ear. “You astonish me.”

A smile split onto your face as you turned to kiss his cheek. Percy started to laugh as he looked upon the snowman. “Perseus the Snowman, huh?”

Perseus was holding Estelle’s hand as she rattled on about camp and how cool her big brother was and all about the Greek gods. Perseus listened with unabashed attention, the crease in his twig brows alluding to his curiosity. 

Annabeth sidled up to you, unsure how to phrase her question. “Do you… Well, was this smart?”

You gave her an odd look. “What do you mean?”

The wise daughter of Athena settled you with her seriousness. “He’s snow… you can’t keep him that way forever.”

Her words rattled you to your core, and for once, you felt the chill of December.

Morning passed to evening, and you stayed stuck to Jason’s side more by exhaustion than by choice. Not that you minded, but the jelly feeling in your legs was less than pleasant. It took some work to ward off the curious campers from bombarding Perseus, who proved to be a rather anxious snowman. 

Christmas Day passed by answering the endless questions of a snowman, explaining everything he could ever want to know. 

Piper and Leo had gone off to lead ornament making with their respective cabins, being head counselors and all, and Percy and Annabeth went to make an obligatory holiday call to the latter’s father. Leaving only you, Jason, Estelle, and Perseus. 

The four of you were at a picnic table close to the woods, the demigods sat atop the table and the snowman rolled up to the side. 

Your energy was slowly but surely coming back to you. With the sun crossing the sky and starting to descend, the need for snow was waning. You hadn’t had a demand for a few hours, and to be honest, you were grateful. Your eyes felt droopy and your shoulders ached. You wanted to sleep, but you had one more thing to keep focused on: Perseus the Snowman. 

Jason drew gentle shapes on your hand, letting you lay your head on his lap as Estelle told the harrowing tale of how Percy defeated Clarisse La Rue in his very first game of capture the flag.

You were having trouble looking at your snowman. From what he said when Estelle let out a yawn, he knew exactly why.

“Look at that,” he said, drawing everyone’s attention. His button eyes swept across the lawn of camp, where the snow was melting into the grass under the heat of the setting sun. His eyes turned to you, then. “You’re letting it all melt.”

You sat up and crossed your legs, resting your hands in your lap. You blinked at him, a tug on your heart. “Yes.”

He could only stare back at you. “You’re keeping me, though.”

Perseus was very perceptive for a snowman. You smiled at him. “We’re not done talking to you.”

He smiled back. “That’s true. And when we’re done talking?”

Estelle was looking between all of you, a confused purse in her lips. Jason cleared his throat and asked her to get him earmuffs from his cabin. She nodded and ran off, nearly tripping over herself. You sent him a look. “You don’t own earmuffs.”

“Oops,” he murmured through a grin. Perseus was watching the pair of you almost fondly.

You turned back to him and searched for the words to say, but it was all lost on you. Jason continued to rub soothing circles into your skin. All the words you knew suddenly boiled over. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think what would happen when… You know.”

Perseus shifted around, a gentle chocolate chip smile on his face as he took in the scenery. “Don’t be sorry. I’m happy to have lived.”

“But… you’re going to die,” you couldn’t help but say, as if he needed reminding.

He didn’t. That much was clear by his smile. “Don’t be sorry,” he echoed. “I’ll be happy to die. Snowmen aren’t meant for longevity.” 

Your throat constricted. “It’s all my fault. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“You were thinking of Estelle,” he said. “I’ve made her happy. I’m perfectly fine with melting.”

You cupped a hand over your mouth and averted your eyes just as Estelle came sprinting back, chest heaving as she lamented being unable to find any earmuffs.

“It’s cool, Stelle,” Jason said, forcing a smile. 

She plopped back down and huffed, looking to Perseus, then the sunset. Perseus glittered in the light, and it took you far too long to realize it wasn’t glitter, but dew. 

Estelle, angel she is, noticed it too. “Perseus, are you melting?” Before he could even think to answer she was turning on you, a fire in her gaze. “Make him better.”

You would—gods, all of Olympus knew you would, if only you weren’t exhausted. You gaped like a fish, squeezing Jason’s hand. Perseus the Snowman shook his head. “No, there’s no need.”

He reached out a wooden arm and she gently wrapped her little fingers around the splintered edges of his crooked hand. “I don’t fear death.”

Estelle’s jaw hung slack for an everlasting moment. “Well, I do! Y/N, do it.”

Jason tensed and snapped, “Stelle, that’s not fair.”

She didn’t seem to care in the slightest. 

“Estelle,” Perseus drew her attention back to him. “You’ll make more snowmen.”

She shook her head hopelessly, eyes going glassy. “No, I won’t. I won’t ever make another snowman.”

“How sad,” said Perseus. “Never?”

Estelle wiped her nose on her sleeve and looked at the ground. “Maybe, not never.”

The snowman started to smile again. His button eyes roamed over them all, stopping on the sky, and he sighed. “What a wonderful day to be alive.”

You turned your face so no one would see you crying. Jason's hold on your hand was the only thing sobering you up enough to remain on the picnic table, watching the sunset with your snowman.

The god Astraeus painted the sky with vibrant yellows, pinks, and oranges in a sunset to rival all others. It was too beautiful. Perseus kept his blank gaze settled on it alone, his hand still in Estelle’s. You and Jason sat rigid behind them as time ticked away. 

The moon rose expectantly to take its place as the sun started to hide under the horizon. The yellows and pinks made way for the dark blue of night creeping in. Only then did Perseus shift his gaze back to Estelle. “I’m ready now.”

A crease grew in your brow when Estelle nodded, understanding what you did not, and she stood up on the table to reach over Perseus’ head. With shaky hands she reached for his hat, glancing down at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

All Perseus did was smile. “Merry Christmas.”

The little girl took in a wavering breath. “Merry Christmas.” And she removed the hat, lifting it off his head, and in an instant all hints of emotion left the snowman. Nothing changed at all, but each of you could see it; those buttons held life behind them no longer. 

You bit down hard on your lip. “How did you know that would work?”

She shrugged, setting the hat down on the snow. “I didn’t.”

The sound of footfalls on the snow had you turning around. Chiron approached, a sorry look in his eyes, and he stopped a few feet off. “Everyone has gathered around the tree.”

You took Estelle’s hand in yours, steeling yourself and offered her a smile that she slowly returned. Jason moved to walk at your side as you followed Chiron to the center of camp. The tree lit up most of camp, stretching high and out.

Campers were singing off key here and there. A pair of girls was caught under the mistletoe, one laughing awkwardly before the moon eyed one swooped in for a gentle peck on her lips. Gifts were being exchanged. Snow balls were thrown. A snowman was being built by some younger Hermes kids too.

“Hey!” Percy called out, cheeks flushed as he sipped on his apple cider. One arm was slung around his girlfriend who was talking in low voices with Thalia. The lot of your friends were gathered around one of the many little fires scattered around the lawn.

He offered you and Jason each a blue gingerbread man, grinning ear to ear. “Mom made ‘em.”

You looked around for Mrs. Blofis and found her at a nearby table, handing out marshmallows for roasting with Mr. Blofis at her side. Mr. Blofis wasn’t doing much handing out, instead engaging in what seemed to be a deep conversation with Mr. D. The god of wine was gesturing wildly as he regaled some kind of story.

All was well. All was calm. You found it in yourself to actually smile. 

Guilt wasn’t very far, wondering truly what you had been thinking bringing a snowman to life, when a particularly harsh bout of wind blew all your hair into your face. You sputtered through a giggle and swiped your hair to the side, your voice faltering when you caught sight of a man standing on the outskirts of the bonfires and chatter.

It couldn’t be. You stepped away from Jason and the rest, approaching the stranger. He stood tall, with a suit that glittered like snow. Two purple wings arched from his shoulder blades. What could your father want with you on Christmas?

“Hi,” you said, not sure where to start.

He stirred like he was uncomfortable. “Yes, hello, daughter.”

You had the heart to grin. “Merry Christmas.”

Boreas nearly scoffed before he corrected himself with a nod. “You as well.”

The silence to follow was tense. You motioned with your hand vaguely. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

You weren’t sure how to feel about meeting your father. You’d imagined this moment countless times, but it all led up to this anticlimactic reveal that was more amusing than anything else. 

“There is,” he huffed. “I thought I would let you know your little magic act didn’t harm anything.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, heart dropping.

“I mean that the snowman is not dead,” Boreas informed you. “The snowman itself was never alive, I suppose. I’m impressed, I should say. You managed to catch a snow spirit and wrangle it into that snowman. Normally, snow spirits don’t get lives… You did a good thing, I suppose, giving that spirit one. He remembers it all. Perseus, as you called him, is living free and wild, as a snow spirit should be.”

You hadn’t realized your eyes were watering, relief coursing through you. “Oh, thank gods. I’m not murderer.”

Boreas chuckled softly. “You’re not.” He averted his eyes, raising a hand and pausing, unsure, before he settled it on your shoulder and met your eyes. “I’m… proud of you. I don’t have many children. You’re certainly one I don’t regret.”

You blinked up at him, reaching to awkwardly pat his forearm. “Thanks, Dad.”

He nodded stiffly, backed away, and with a last Merry Christmas, he vanished in a flurry of snowflakes. One landed on your nose and gave you an ever rare shiver.

Jason’s arm wrapped around you, his warmth enveloping you like a nice blanket. “You good?”

Nodding, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Very.”

Curfew was extended that night, much to the harpies' disappointment. Treats and drinks were devoured by greedy children and finally, at the end of the night, Chiron gave the word and a stampede of kids ran to tear open the gifts they’d been eyeing for weeks. 

After the younger kids had grabbed theirs and the crowd died down, your group moved in to find the gifts with your names on them. Your dad gifted you a snowglobe of camp. You shook it up with a smile, not noticing your sweating boyfriend approach you from behind.

“Y/N?” You turned, smile widening. Jason only got more nervous. “Uhm… I…”

You set the snowglobe back in its box on the ground and stepped closer to him, taking his hands in your freezing ones. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” he blurted. “So much.”

Your grin grew painful with how big it was. “And I love you.”

Jason blushed and took a deep breath. “You’ve been with me through… everything. When I wasn’t sure who I was, when Hera manipulated me and Piper, through the war.” He was out of breath, only one thought on his mind: no words would ever be enough. “I’m so in love with you. I can’t explain how much. Just when I think about it I can’t breathe.” 

Your face had fallen into admiration. Jason’s thumb rubbed anxious lines on your knuckles. “I never want to spend a day without you. You deserve everything, and I want to give it to you.”

“Jason…” Your voice was shaky, tapering off.

“Don’t worry,” he nearly whispered, moving to cup your cheek. “I’m not asking you to marry me. Not yet.” You giggled and he swore it was better than ambrosia. “I will though. I promise I will.”

You were too busy reaching to take his face in your hands to notice when he pulled something out of his pocket. You leaned forward to kiss the very life out of him, and he would very much have let you, but he drew you back with his hold on your jaw, chuckling when you frowned.

He held up a little velvet box between your bodies. Suddenly you weren’t so interested in kissing him, swiping the box from him with greedy hands and gleaming eyes. You popped the box open, admiring the pretty silver chain laid within. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”

“Here.” Jason turned you around and offered to clip it around your neck. He didn’t waste the opportunity, peppering kisses from the skin behind your ear down to your shoulder, relishing in the little quiver you gave in response. “Merry Christmas.”

Whirling back around, you jumped him, arms flinging around his neck as you crushed your lips to his. You pulled back for barely a second to mumble “Merry Christmas” before your tongue pushed past his lips, your teeth catching his bottom lip.

“Woah! Woah! No PDA in my camp!” You groaned and ripped away from Jason, rolling your eyes as you cast Mr. D a glare over your shoulder. 

Jason wasn’t so cocky anymore, red from neck to nose. “Sorry!”

“I don’t get paid enough…”

You and your boyfriend locked eyes, breaking down into a round of laughter as the grumpy god stomped away. 

“Hey!” Piper jumped out of nowhere, Leo hot on her tail. Both were totally buzzed, and all you could do was laugh and wonder how on earth they’d snuck in alcohol. “Come sing carols, lovebirds!”

The pair of you followed the pair of them back to the little bonfire your friends had claimed. Fiddling with your necklace, you eyes scanned across them all to land on Jason, and a rush of adoration hit you like a freight train. You pecked his cheek and watched him stumble over a chuckle, returning a kiss to your hairline. 

Then, as you leaned your head on his shoulder, a snowflake crossed your eye. 

One by one, the sky became littered with flurries. Annabeth held up a hand as if to catch some. “Y/N, you’ve got to be tired by now. Take a rest.”

You shook you head slowly, confused. “This isn’t me.”

The winter wind kissed your cheek, and you were left at a loss. But Estelle—sweet Estelle, who sat between her brother and Annabeth—she knew. A little grin appeared on her face. “Goodbye, Perseus.”

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“Honor Among Thieves & Dreamers” a Luke Castellan x Fem! OC Fanfic (PART 2)

Exploring Camp Half-Blood was both exciting and intimidating for Sonya. Luke showed her the archery range first, explaining that the children of the god Apollo tended to have a knack for archery.

“-But I prefer swordplay.” Luke added. “Clashing blades is a more social way to fight.”

Sonya nodded. Luke seemed like the kind of guy who would be good with that genre of weaponry. “Are you going to show me some of your skills?” Sonya asked, blushing after realizing she had spent a good three minutes of silence staring at Castellan and picturing him fighting with a shining sword.

Luke laughed, seemingly unperturbed by her intense stare. “Of course, but I’d feel better if you watched me fight someone else. I don’t want to cause you to have… cat… cata…”

“-Cataplexy. And ok! I’m cool with that!” Sonya smiled, happy that he was taking her disability into consideration.

Luke called over another boy who looked to be about his age. “This is Damien from Cabin 5.” Luke said, gesturing to the boy. Damien looked like an intimidating contrast to Luke. He was a bit taller, and was more obviously muscular. He didn’t bother saying hello to Sonya as they walked to the arena. Many wooden seats and tall stone pillars surrounded a circular clearing of dirt. A few girls were dueling but when they saw Luke they stopped and made space for him and his opponent. Sonya made note of the damage on the first few rows of seats, and took a seat on a bench that was farther away. ‘Cabin Five….’ She wracked her brain trying to remember which god that would be. Her eyes scanned the surrounding cabins until they landed on the cabin on the left side of Camp Half-Blood. ‘Based on the hostile architecture, that must be… Ares Cabin.’ She concluded. Her spine tingled uncomfortably. ‘I sure hope Luke knows what he’s getting into, fighting a child of the god of war.’ Sonya shivered.

“You ready, Damien?” Luke asked, drawing Sonya’s attention to the arena again.

Damien’s face twisted into a fierce grin that almost seemed more like he was baring his crooked teeth. “You know I always am, Castellan.”

The duel began. Damien was powerful but Luke was fast in his movements, dodging each blow of Damien’s club with masterful technique. Luke spent the first two minutes dodging, which confused Sonya at first. Some burly looking kids took a seat next to Sonya. She tensed as they began taunting Luke. “When are you going to stop fighting like a coward, Castellan? Are you scared to take the offensive stance? LAME.”

Luke paid them no mind, biding his time until Damien’s attacks became slower and more labored. It was only then that Luke flipped the duel into a complete mess for Damien. Luke dodged, spun, and slammed his sword into the Ares boy’s armored side, knocking him off balance so his form got sloppy. The kids next to Sonya went quiet, seemingly taken aback by Luke’s strategy. After that it was blow after blow from Luke, until (bruised and embarrassed) Damien surrendered, and admitted Luke had won fairly.

Sonya clapped, cheering for Luke and making her way down to the clearing where he’d been fighting.

Luke greeted her, setting his sword aside and accepting her compliments with a good-natured laugh. “Thanks for humoring me and watching the duel, Sonya.” He said, wiping sweat from his brow. “Now, once I get this armor off, do you want to see the strawberry fields? It’s a great place to relax, especially after a fight.”

“Yes! I’d love to.” Sonya smiled. She felt pretty tired herself. And strawberries were her favorite fruit!

Luke finished taking the armor off, and changed his shirt for a fresh Camp Half-Blood shirt. Sonya struggled not to have cataplexy when he was taking off the old shirt. ‘Why is he doing this in front of me? Is he trying to impress me?’ Sonya thought, struggling against oncoming cataplexy as she witnessed Luke temporarily shirtless. ‘It’s working. Damn it. Why is he so hot?’ Thankfully for the sake of her not collapsing, he didn’t hesitate too long before putting on the fresh shirt.

If Luke noticed her blushing, he made no sign of it. He seemed more concerned that she didn’t topple over on their way to the strawberry field. Which, of course, was greatly appreciated.

The fields of strawberries stretched out for quite a while. Luke settled down by an olive tree on the edge of the field, still catching his breath after the duel, while Sonya picked and ate some strawberries after rinsing them in the stream that cut through the forest that framed the fields.

The sun was warm but not harsh, and a gentle breeze blew her hair gently now and then. She felt Luke’s gaze on her while she picked and ate strawberries, going back and forth between the fields and the forest stream. Usually with boys this would upset her, but his gaze didn’t feel intrusive. It seemed almost… protective. She wondered if he put this much care and effort into helping every new demigod get settled in to this camp. Finally, after eating her fill of strawberries, she sat down next to Luke, leaning back against the thick-trunked olive tree. She thought about her brother for a moment. She could picture him sitting in deep thought in this very spot.

But she pushed the thought away. It was too painful. Finally, she spoke up. “Thank you, Luke.”

Luke turned to her. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “For what?”

“For taking care of me. Even if it’s standard procedure. Even if it’s just for today. It’s more than anyone has ever done for me.” Sonya said, holding back tears.

Luke sighed, frowning. “It’s not just for today, Sonya.”

“Really?” She said. Her heart flip flopped in her chest.

“And I guarantee it’s not standard procedure.” Luke laughed wearily. “Standard procedure is… give the demigod a shirt and throw them in Cabin 11.”

“Then why…?” Sonya started.

“—if we don’t look out for each-other, then who will? Certainly not the gods.” A shadow fell on Luke’s face. “And Chiron is great and all but there are so many overlooked demigods. Your brother… he wouldn’t have died if… if I had just been more attentive.” Luke said, his voice filled with regret.

“You can’t blame yourself for that, Luke. Miguel didn’t listen to anyone. Not me… not my mom. No one. I love my brother, but I dont miss him. If that makes any sense…”

Luke’s expression softened. “I understand.”

Sonya and Luke stared out at the fields from beneath the shade of the olive tree’s branches. ‘There is at least some peace here. In this moment.’ Sonya thought, eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. She leaned her head on Luke’s shoulder.

THANK YOU FOR READING! If you liked this and want a part 3, reblog and comment! Tysm!

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