#pj apollo x reader

[themisplaceddemigod]

i'm immortal, i can wait

PJ!Apollo x F!Reader

summary - Apollo has loved you since he first saw you, but he's had to wait several years before he could make such a confession. Especially since you're the child of his scariest uncle, Poseidon.

warnings - Apollo is his own warning. that and his haikus, also i am KEEPING JASON ALIVE in the Trials of Apollo part of this (curse you Rick)

He met you in person when you were fourteen.

Westover Hall, you had been summoned to collect two demigod kids with your brother Percy and friends Annabeth and Thalia. The mission turned sour, Annabeth was kidnapped, and Artemis saved the day before calling him to give you all a lift back to camp.

Both of you could remember how red your face turned when you'd seen him, and he wouldn't tell you but he'd heard you talking about how hot he was with Thalia. It boosted his ego (which quite frankly does not need any more boosting), and he was smug the whole ride.

"Percy, you never told me you had a sister!" He spoke so loudly the whole bus could hear him.

"Um, because we've never met in person?" You brother suggested, a little nervously. Apollo was pretty chill, but that made him even scarier.

The god of the sun just laughed, before turning to look at you. The way his eyes roamed your figure felt less-than-innocent, and your face flushed as you yet again turned a bright shade of red. You couldn't believe the Apollo, the hottest Olympian, was actually staring at you with interest. Like he found you pretty enough to be stared at.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" He smiled flirtatiously, earning some aggressive threats from the Hunters behind you, which he ignored. "Just kidding, I know it already. (Name), right? Pretty name."

You felt as if you might explode. From embarrassment, from being flustered, you didn't know. Maybe he was toying with you, as gods tended to do, but then he looked at you again and genuine interest and attraction glimmered in his stunning blue eyes.

"Thank you, Lord Apollo," you stammered out, unsure of what else to say.

"So shy," he teased, grinning, "Cute. I like you."

Of course, he had to restrain himself from charming you entirely, since you were still a minor. Poseidon would have his head if he touched you at this age, so he decided it was best to wait a few years.

Those few years were full of struggle and pain for you, losing so many friends in the battles with Kronos and then Gaea. Apollo almost intervened just to comfort you several times, but was stopped by his sister convincing him to give you a few more years - and also reminding him that the Olympians could not intervene.

But you grew into such a beautiful, smart, brave woman - and extremely sexy, but he would have to keep that to himself - and Apollo felt lucky to have watched this growth. It made his attraction to you all the more prominent, and he began to feel something he hasn't felt in centuries - genuine. true love.

And it scared him.

His past lovers that he had really, truly loved had both been killed in gruesome ways. He was afraid of what being with him would mean for you, but ultimately decided on getting Poseidon's permission first.

The god of the sea said no.

Then came his trials.

The first demigods he went to were you and Percy, of course. Since he was stuck with an infuriating little girl, he hoped that you might tag along on his perilous journey to make it a little better.

To his delight, you agreed.

"What's so funny?" He demanded when he caught you snickering during a break from all the running.

"You," you laughed, "Never thought the god Apollo would be reduced to an average teenage boy with acne." You laughed even more at that, and he pouted, but enjoyed hearing you laugh nonetheless.

His first sign that you might have a crush on him too came when he mentioned he'd turned some gossipers into ravens just for telling on his previous cheating girlfriend. The mere mention of his ex-girlfriend seemed to irritate you, and Apollo was amused.

Though his turn for jealousy came when he noticed how close you were to Jason Grace. He couldn't do anything, though, so he watched miserably as you got along with the son of Jupiter so well that any outsider would think you were dating.

"What's with the pout, then?" You had asked him when you noticed how upset he looked.

"I am not pouting!"

"Yes you are."

You stepped closer, and your intoxicating scent filled his nostrils. He felt like a schoolboy with a massive crush, just you being that close scrambling his thoughts and making it difficult for him to answer.

"Alright, keep your secrets," you laughed, then walked away, and Apollo was left disappointed.

He was not even going to talk about the whole thing with Reyna. You had suddenly gotten so angry with him after that, you hadn't spoken to him for two days - unless absolutely necessary. It hurt, but he knew you must have been even more hurt by what had been implied.

The end of the trials eventually came and relieved all of you, the defeat of the Triumvirate taking a great weight off the world's - and yours - shoulders. Apollo disappeared after he went to fight Python, and for two weeks you heard no word from him or Olympus.

Then suddenly he was in the middle of camp, spouting the worst haikus you had ever heard in your life. And that was saying something, since all his haikus were pretty terrible.

"Like captured water

You hold me in your cupped hands

I flow on your palm."

Your jaw dropped. That was even worse than you assumed it would be, especially since he chose to center it around the fact that you're a daughter of Poseidon.

"Lord Apollo-"

"See what I did there?" He winked, coming up to you with a cheerful grin. "Did you like it?"

"Well-"

"Fear not! I have another one prepared that is sure to woo you."

Your face flushed, "Please don't say "woo", your kids are listening!"

He was already reciting his next haiku.

"You shatter my sleep

All milk-need and petal lips

You smile and I melt."

You frowned in confusion, "What does that even mean?"

"Aha! See I knew that was the one!"

"I didn't-what?"

He ignored your puzzlement in favour of coming so close to you his overwhelming godly power almost made you pass out.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around for two weeks," he apologised sincerely. "I was in a coma. I swear on the River Styx that it's the truth. But I came here as soon as I woke up, for you." He grinned like that was the best confession he could muster.

"Are you serious?" You breathed out, unable to believe what you were hearing.

"Technically I wanted you when you were fourteen, but that would have come across as creepy apparently," he informed you, "So I had to wait a few years until you turned the right age. That was okay with me, I'm immortal, I can wait."

Your jaw dropped further, "Are you, um-is this-?"

"A love confession? Yes!" He gleefully exclaimed, as if it were perfectly normal for an Olympian to invade camp and profess his love for a demigod.

The entire camp was silent, except for the Aphrodite girls who seemed to be glaring holes into you while trying to curse you - fortunately only the Apollo kids (ironically) had the power to curse a person to speak in rhymes.

"And what did...what did my dad think of this?" You cleared your throat, slightly nervous.

"Oh he was against it at first," Apollo admitted, "BUT he came around. It seems the trials proved a lot more than I thought."

"Well, uh, that's great," you half-smiled, not sure why you felt a sense of dread. This should be the happiest moment of your life.

Apollo's smile faltered, "Do you not-"

"No I do!" You quickly cut him off, sparing him the embarrassment of being rejected in front of a few dozen kids MUCH younger than him. "It's just...you're a god..."

He sighed, "Let's go take a walk."

A few minutes later you were away from prying eyes, sitting by the lake since it always calmed you down. Water soothed you, as cliche as that is for a Poseidon kid.

"I'm just worried," you started after a few minutes of silence, "You know, about all your mortal affairs and having demigod children and all that." You sighed. "I know it's silly. But I just don't think I can go through with it knowing that."

He frowned, but understood, "I can always stop-"

You laughed bitterly, "All the gods promised a woman what. Zeus promised Hera, but there's Jason and Thalia. Poseidon promised Amphitrite, but here Percy, Tyson and I are. It's in your nature, you can't help it."

He felt offended by that, "Yes well, none of them had the displeasure of being turned into mortal for a few months. It changes a god, you know."

You turned to look at him, "Are you really sure about this? That this is what you want? I'm what you want?"

"I've waited for you since you were fourteen," he reminded you, "Of course I'm sure." Despite your reluctance, he took your hand. "Please, just give me a chance."

You thought it over for a moment, before smiling softly, "Fine. You have your chance. But the first mortal affair you have-"

"I won't need them," he smiled, moving closer, "You can have all my children."

Your jaw dropped at his blatant suggestion, a deep blush forming on your cheeks, "Are you crazy?! I can't-"

"You can," he leaned in even closer, "Once I make you immortal."

You started stuttering and stammering just then, uttering some kind of incomprehensible nonsense that the god of the sun just laughed at. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before finally leaning in and claiming your lips.

He had waited long enough, now he was going to kiss you every chance he got.

[gogobootz1]

At War

Luke Castellan x Reader [fem!daughter of Apollo]

Summary: There's nothing like some friendly competition, but when planning rival parties, you and Luke are a little less than friendly.

Word count: 2k

Every year, there came a time for the retreats- a chance for children of the gods to bond and have some special fun. One big retreat seemed pointless, so camp faculty allowed two. The two retreats accidentally split the boys and girls, and naturally, they turned into an (unofficial) competition. As one of the oldest and most experienced campers- you’d been volunteering to champion a retreat for years. Traditionally, you’ve hosted a slumber party equipped with PJs, dancing, games, movies, braid trains, nail polish, and basically anything anyone could want. You also, of course, have the best food. Each year, it’s been a hit, and it’s only gotten better with time. 

The only problem is that you have tough competition. The day after the retreats, you always hear about what happened at the other one. Paintball, camping, fishing, mad romps through the wood, scary stories- barbecue. Everyone loved it. And every year, you’ve had to quietly conceal your anger and jealousy. It pains you to admit that Luke sure can throw a party (maybe even better than you can). But this year, you are more determined than ever to outdo him. 

The two of you have long been in competition, and things have only escalated. As hilarious as Mr. D found both your antics last year, Chiron was extremely unhappy about the fact the two of you had exceeded the budget by miles. He’d told you both to reign it in this year or no more retreats. When he felt that didn’t sufficiently move you, he threatened to let other people plan them. You both caved and vowed to stick to the budget this year. 

You’re always a little frantic the day of, and today is no different. To your chagrin, Luke is cool as a cucumber. It pisses you off to no end. 

“Nervous?” A smug voice voice asks from behind your back. You drop the spoon you were using to push mashed potatoes around your plate. 

You turn slowly on the bench, “Why should I be?"

“Usually, you’re pulling out your hair before the retreats,” he says skeptically, “perfectionism taking its toll.”

“Yeah? Well, my perfectionism makes my parties perfect,” you flaunt. The few sisters that can stand to be around you when you’re stressed roll their eyes. It’s clear to them this is escalating. 

“What about when Susie vomited in your bouncy house last year?” He taunts, and you glare at him. That girl should not have been jumping after four bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and two Redbulls- it was hardly your fault. 

“How about when Aidan got a concussion after falling off the mechanical bull?” You snap back. 

You don’t notice Luke’s shadow until he pipes in, “Are these people okay?” 

“They signed waivers!” You say at the same time, and the new Poseidon kid takes a defensive step back. You send Luke a glare when you realize you spoke in sync. He huffs before smirking at you. 

“Good luck with your sleepover,” he mocks, “You’re gonna need it.” Before you can reply, he marches away, protégée in tow. 

“Eat shit!” You call out after him. 

“That was weak, girl,” one of your sisters says.  

“Shut up, I know,” you shake your head at her, “now come help me set up.” You drag her up by her elbow to make your sacrifices, then get to work. 

Five hours later, the main hall looks great. Your disco ball is glimmering, the mini photo booth is equipped with feather boas and pink cowboy hats, the food is all laid out, and the stage you bribed some Hephaestus kids to build looks great. 

“Perfect,” you whisper, pleased at your surroundings. 

“Fucking finally!” Your sister throws her hands up and walks away. You’ve very likely driven most of your half-siblings insane today. 

“Thanks for your help!” You call after her, and as she goes, you spot some prying eyes through the window. Percy, you think his name is, looks afraid now that you’ve caught him peering in through the window. In a few swift moves, you leave the room and block his exit from the patio. 

“Can I help you?” You ask suspiciously. 

“Just admiring your excellent disco theme,” he says, putting an ultra-sweet smile on his face. As charming as the boy is, you take your retreat very seriously and feel a deep-seated urge to protect it from potential sabotage. 

“Mhmmm,” you nod, “and you wouldn’t happen to be reporting back to anyone about what you’ve seen?” 

“Whaaaaaat?” Percy asks, awkwardly chuckling. 

Your shoulders drop, of course, Luke would stoop to employing spies. You dig into your pocket and pull out a ten-dollar bill, “I’ll give you this if you act as a double agent.” 

He eyes your money suspiciously, “Do you really think I can be bought?” 

You roll your eyes and pull out another bill, “How’s twenty?” 

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he grabs both bills from your hand and shakes it. Percy happily walks past you, shoving his new earnings into his pocket. 

You grin, “Make sure he hears all about how awesome my party is!”

“I’m on it, boss,” he calls over his shoulder. After a short walk, he’s back to the boathouse lounge where Luke has been waiting for his report. 

“Well?” The older boy asks him, jumping up from his spot on the couch. 

Percy shakes his head solemnly, “Bad news, boss.” 

“What?!” He asks, eyes wide. “Don’t tell me she went over budget. She didn't get another mariachi band, did she?” Percy shakes his head and files this new information away. With what he’s been hearing about the last few retreats, he’s almost sad to have missed them. 

“No, but it does look super cool,” he nods, and it really wasn’t a lie- he saw a chocolate fountain on that snack table. 

“Damn,” Luke’s face twitches in annoyance. 

“But your party will be great too, I’m sure,” he smiles, nodding reassuringly. 

“Of course, it will,” he says defensively, “make sure you check back in over there from time to time. I want to know how it’s progressing.” 

“Sure,” Percy nods, but his concern at the competitiveness underlying this event grows. He wonders just how bad this will get tonight. But check back in he does, and he won’t deny he enjoys himself at the sleepover. Every time he visits, you give him a new sparkly mocktail, and the Aphrodite girls give him a new feather boa. At one point, he’s wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and eating some cake. He was very impressed when M&Ms fell out of the middle as you cut it. Apparently, it’s also one of your newest sisters’ birthdays- he’s heard whisperings of some big special present for her yet to come. 

Each time Percy returns to the other retreat, he can see Luke get a little more tense. The fact that he’s exaggerating doesn’t help either. When he tells the older boy that you have an ice sculpture spitting Dr. Pepper, he thinks he sees steam pour from Luke’s ears. It’s not like people aren’t enjoying his party, but Percy can that Luke wants to one-up you and feels like he’s falling short. 

“And I’ve heard she has a special surprise in store for Sophie since it’s her birthday. Apparently, she’s the newest addition to their cabin, so she wants to do something special,” Percy nods at him, eating a taco he had brought back from your party. Luke cuts him off by grabbing the taco from his hand just as he’s about to take another bite. “Hey!” He protests when Luke puts it right in the trash. 

“When is this surprise?” He asks the twelve-year-old. 

“The Aphrodite girls told me I should be back in like twenty minutes so I wouldn’t miss it,” Percy tells him. 

“And when was that?” 

“Like twenty minutes ago,” he shrugs, and Luke just stares at him. “Ohhhhh,” he says when he realizes how long it’s been. 

“Come on,” Luke shakes his head and starts out the door, Percy in tow. They can hear the surprise before they see it, an ABBA song blasting out of the building. Only, they don’t realize who's performing it until they walk in. Along with two of your musically-inclined Apollo sisters, you’re dressed in bell bottoms and sleeves. And you look like you’re having the time of your life- until you spot them, that is. 

“Look, look, look, look,” you pull the microphone away to mutter to Tanya. Her shock is visible, but you both keep performing anyway. The crowd goes wild at the end, and Sophie runs up on stage to give you a big hug. You let Tanya take over host duties and make your way through the crowd to the party crasher. 

“That was,” Luke starts, but you are not keen to hear whatever he has to say about your outfit, or your performance, or your party. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

His expression instantly sours, “I wanted some Dr. Pepper from your ice sculpture, where is it?” 

“What are you talking about?” You’re highly confused until Percy gives you the cut-it-out motion from behind Luke’s back. “We put it back in the freezer,” you say, and Percy gives you the thumbs up. No matter what you think of him, Luke’s not an idiot. He turns around in time to spot Percy’s gestures. 

“Wait a second, are you two colluding?” He looks between the two of you in shock. 

“You were colluding with him first,” you shrug, crossing your arms. “You really earned that twenty dollars, by the way,” you compliment the kid, and he gives you a pleased nod. 

“Dude,” Luke turns toward Percy, betrayed. 

“She outbid you,” he shrugs. “Hey, what if you guys just went to each other’s parties?” 

You both eye the boy suspiciously, “Why would we do that?” You ask him, and Luke nods in agreement.

“Well, you’re both so desperate to know about the other’s party, so why don’t you just experience it for yourselves?” Percy asks, and when he feels you aren’t sufficiently moved by it, he tries again. “If you attend both parties, you can decide who wins.” 

“Good enough for me,” Luke wanders off into your party.

“Yeah, okay,” you head for the door. 

“Hopeless,” Percy mumbles, shaking his head. 

An hour later, you and Luke meet in the middle of your respective parties. You stare at each other for a minute before you admit in sync, “I had fun.” 

“We have to stop doing that,” you shake your head. 

“Agreed.” 

You’re both silent again for a minute. “The slip and slide was a good idea,” you say reluctantly, soap still in your hair, “low budget but lots of fun. Tubing was good too. And the campfire.” You had changed out of the disco attire and into shorts and a T-shirt over your swimsuit. 

“Did you try-“

“Chris can really grill,” you nod. After some hesitance, you finally choke out a confession, “I am very displeased to call you the winner.”

“No way,” he shakes his head. 

“What?”

“You totally won,” he shrugs, “the disco was killer.” You only now realize he changed into pajamas. 

“You actually embraced the sleepover?” 

He flicks some grass off your shoulder, “You gave my party a fair shot.” That’s true, and you nod, looking away for a second. “The chocolate fountain was a nice touch.”

“Thank you.”

“And I was trying to tell you earlier, but your performance was really cool,” he admits. 

“Yeah?” A genuine grin grows on your face at this. Most everyone in the Apollo cabin loves music, but some of your half-siblings are more keen to perform than you. Hearing this, and from him especially, means a lot. 

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling now too. “You’re the winner here.” 

“Let’s call it a draw?” You offer, and he nods. 

“What if we just worked together and planned one party next year?” He asked, and you pretend to consider it for a moment. 

“That could be cool,” you nod, “imagine what we could do with the combined budget.” 

He grins and scrunches his nose, “How about we enjoy this year’s party until then?”

“We could do that,” you nod, “where to?”

He swiftly wraps an arm over your shoulder and starts guiding you back to your party, “Let’s boogie.” You laugh, and he thinks it’s a sound he could get used to. 

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I've been awake for too long so idk if this is coherent but I had fun <3

[pjoxreader]

Hiya! I was wondering if I could possible request a platonic Will x Sibling!Reader who's also a child of Apollo, and Reader's kinda scared of the dark, and has trouble sleeping without light?

I truely hope you're doing well! Take care of yourself, hydrate and get proper rest!

-✒

Younger Sibling Reader Scared of The Dark

((Welcome back ✒! Thank you! I was drinking water and I'm just naturally nocturnal. 😅 I hope it's ok I made the reader younger and added Leo! Just thought it'd be cute!))

Will Solace

-Will is the best sibling to tell your worries too, he’s the type of person who wouldn’t tell your secrets if it was tortured out of him. Of course that doesn’t exclude you from light teasing, he’s still your sibling after all.

-But at the end of the day he’ll make sure you feel safe and secure. That’s the most important thing to him. So when you come over to his bed and gently shake him awake he’s up without another question sitting up so you can sit in his bed with him.

-”Did you have a nightmare?” he asks gently and quietly to ensure he wouldn’t wake up any of your other siblings as he soothingly rubs your back. You give a sheepish nod at that as you hold onto his pj shirt for comfort. “I… Just hate the dark.” you admit quietly. 

-Will hum softly at that in thought. “Well… I can do this for tonight… But tomorrow we’ll find a nightlight for the cabin, ok? It’d probably be for the best so we don’t all trip over each other.” he says with a soft chuckle. You can’t help but laugh quietly, Will starting to glow to help comfort you. 

-It was so comforting to see Will’s glow, it seems the rest of the cabin seemed to agree as even the restless sleepers start to still. He lays back down scooting over for you to cuddle up with him. He had a loving and caring, if not sleepy smile on his face as you cuddled up into his bed.

-”Sleep well.” he says gently as he presses a little kiss to your forehead, he has a smile that could rival his glow in brightness.

Leo Valdez

-It must have been the early hours of the morning when you made your way into the workshop. To no surprise Leo was still hard at work. You tug on his suspender strap making him turn in surprise, moving his goggles up to his forehead. He had grease and oil stains on his face.

-”Oh? You’re sure up late?” he checks over at the clock with a worried frown seeing just how late it was. “I… Couldn’t sleep… It was too dark.” you admit sheepishly as you look at the ground. Leo hums in thought exaggerating it by rubbing his chin.

-”That is a good point, it does get pretty dark in the cabin… Well we can’t have that can we! You can crash here while I work on fixing this major oversight!” he declares proudly ruffling your hair with a big grin on his face.

-You can’t help but laugh at that, Leo was such an amazing brother and he was just naturally charismatic and always making people feel better. He had been to multiple orphanages and had met plenty of kids there.

-Needless to say he was protective over you. He never really had siblings of his own and now his siblings were the only family he had left. He’d never take a second with you guys for granted. “Let’s get you to bed!” he says and grins carrying you over to the sofa.

-You can’t help but laugh at that as Leo lays you down onto the sofa. “Oh you like my big strong muscles? Your brother has been working out!” he lays you down on the sofa and kisses his non existent biceps. Leo kept you laughing the entire time before you crashed and fell asleep, making you fully forget your previous worries.

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Chapter one

It Just Keeps Melting | Percy Jackson x Fem! Reader

“So…” Grover chuckled nervously as you shoved a stick under your neighbouring team’s bunsen burner to light your own. He jumped as you blew the flame out and crushed it furiously into the science slate. “You’re friends with Percy, huh?”

You turned your eyes to him, the boy with curly hair and a colourful Rasta cap adorning his head. He gulped. “Yeah,” you said nonchalantly, placing your hand at the blue base of the bunsen burner and pushing it under the tripod.

“Cool, cool,” he nodded, too quick to say he was being casual.

You ignored him, tipping in the copper Sulfate and stirring it with a glass pipette.

“So, are you a year-boarder?” His nervous, skittish voice came again, and you side-eyed him, tongue finding your canine in annoyance. His own bright eyes were darting about the place in a bid to avoid your own.

“Yes,” you bit icily. Why was this guy so interested?

“Cool, co—”

“Why?” You quipped, dropping the pipette to the counter and smacking your palm flat on top, jaw clenched. “Why are you so interested? You want to know every inch of my life? Who my parents are; Who my friends are? I’ve got Nancy Bobbofit as an acquaintance; I’d watch your back.”

“Wh-who’s Nancy Bobbofit?” He gulped, practically quivering. Grover was skittish, jumping from foot to foot as he looked around the classroom.

“She throws a mean sucker punch. From experience, I’d say back off quizzing me like you’re a part of Vogue.”

Grover nodded. “Sure! Sorry!”

And for the rest of the class, of which was spent with you feeling a little guilty, neither of you spoke about anything lest it was science or class-related. At the end of chemistry, you put away with the equipment while Grover left your crystals on the window ledge like everyone else, before cleaning up the station. And before you knew it, it was time for math.

It had never been your strong suit, math. The equations and the addition and especially the fractions all sent your mind into a muddled mess of confusion and eventually frustration. Percy, who was a whiz at anything mathematical, was a frequent source of annoyance—simply, all because, he could tackle anything math-related in seconds, and come out victorious.

Which was why you were offering him Jaffa Cakes, leaning with the back of your chair against the table behind, as he flew through a twenty-question answer sheet. The teacher, Mrs. McCabe, had disappeared to next door’s classroom and had been doing so for the whole lesson. Their teacher had apparently gone home early, leaving half the class to do anything but work.

“Jaffa Cake?” You offered with a smile, the sun beaming through the tall windows and lighting up the room and the individuals in it in a soft golden glow. Outside, the bright, full trees swayed with the wind, creating patterns on yours and Percy’s table.

“Sure, B.” He held his hand out to you, still writing with the other, and you dropped one into his palm. He muttered a thank you and began to eat it.

B. The nickname that came from a memory of wearing heels for the first time that winter at a school party. All your friends were wearing wedges or heels, and you needed to, too. You couldn’t be the odd one out. And besides, the black, five-inch wedges in Forever 21 were practically yelling out your name. You’d splurged on them during a school trip just a few weeks before in the city, encouraged by your friends Mia and Grace. On the upcoming Friday night on the 21st of December, you wore your new hot-pink dress, a black denim jacket, with leggings and your wedges. Mia and Grace had decided to do the same so you were all matching, except Mia wore dark-green and Grace wore bright blue.

You felt incredible. Totally on top of the world, all grown-up and independent. The music was blasting so loud, a mix of Lady Gaga and Rihanna and the Backstreet Boys as they’d had a sudden boom of a comeback, and as you danced your way through the night, high on sherbet sticks of neon-green and orange and yellow, and ate hot dogs from the school’s cafeteria, you all danced in in the dark with different colour spotlights flooding around the room, and you felt amazing.

Until you saw Percy, and slipped on someone’s slippery, ketchup-covered hot dog on the floor.

And fractured your ankle, leaving you with a thick black boot and winter, warm socks.

A week later, as you took all your classes on the ground floor, you met Mr. Brunner, a Latin teacher (who expressed jokingly that you should have taken Latin; it was a good life skill!) who covered your English class. You had to stay behind at the end of the lesson, the end of the day, for detention. You’d had enough of Katie Vatner talking shit about Mia, who cried into her hands beside you at the desk. You decided to take matters into your own hands…

And smacked her on the head with your crutch.

While the class went up in roars of fight! fight! fight!’s and laughter and cheers, Katie ended up finding her feet and screaming at you from the doorway before storming out of the class. Mr. Brunner calmed the class surprisingly well, but now you had three consecutive detentions after Thursday’s last class of the day.

And ever since, Mr. Brunner had been your go-to guy for gossip. But only ever as you were packing up after class.

He was a kind guy, you knew. Usually you could pick up the vibes from somebody and just tell whether or not it was a good idea to talk to them. Mr. Brunner spoke Latin, he dressed up for field days, and offered a kind word and advice if needed. He could have moments of anger when dealing with the wild, naughty kids, and then offer high-fives and jokes when class was going good.

Today, as he covered your history class in a cold room meant for Design & Technology’s Metal Works class, where everything was spotless white and big and cold and open for the light to enter, you decided to slow your packing of your belongings to talk (or talk trash, more like) about Grover.

“He has a Rasta cap, this guy,” you said, after starting with your initial problem. “And he’s really jumpy. And he’s literally stealing Percy from me!”

Mr. Brunner smiled kindly from his wheelchair behind the desk as he graded papers. “People aren’t belongings, you know. Everyone can have the same friend.”

You huffed exasperated. “I know that. I’m not stupid. It’s just that Mia’s transferring this summer to Olderridge in Colorado, and Grace is being boring, and Percy’s my go-to guy, you know! We’ve always been like this!” You held your hand out and crossed your index and middle finger, to show you were close. “And lately Grover’s being too involved and creepy, like asking about me staying here, and how old Percy is.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to make friends. Some people—”

“Why would I want to be friends with him?” You scrunched your nose. “He’s boring. And weird; he wears a Rasta cap.” You flayed your hands and shook your head like the idea of befriending him was barbaric.

Mr. Brunner sighed. “I’m going to be brutally honest here, and say you need to be open to meeting new people, regardless of whether you like them or not. In the world of work—”

“We’re in a school.”

“In all walks of life, then,” he sighed like he was exhausted. “You have to talk to strangers sometimes. Whether you like them or not doesn’t matter.”

You frowned, mouth more to one side than the other. “But he’s weird.”

He sighed again, but smiled gently. “Just talk to him. He might be nicer than you think.”

Walking back to the dorms, you thought over it. Your best friend in the process of being stolen; failing math; your friends moving away. It just keeps melting.

Then, an idea:

You were going to steal your best friend back.

Chapter Two

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Strange | Carlisle x Demigod!Reader

Request: Heya, I was wondering if you could do a Carlisle x reader where she doesn’t know their vamps and they don’t know she’s a Demigod until she literally comes flying through the window with an angry monster, and despite being battered and bruised she still charges and finally kills it and she drops to her knees begging them to take her to a lake or river and after some explaining on both parts Carlisle eventually admits he loves her

Genre: Fluff

A/N: PJ(O) was one of the very first fandoms I was in and this really made my demigod heart swell! 

It wasn’t your fault that you were currently being chased through the forest by a very, very angry cyclops. 

It was really your dad’s fault. And maybe a little bit on your part. 

Being the daughter of Poseidon came with its perks like healing through water, not being able to drown and status; but being the daughter of Poseidon also included having triple the bounty hanging above your head for monsters. 

You loved your dad, he was surprisingly attentive but sometimes you wished you didn’t always have to live looking over your shoulder all the time. 

You had essentially “graduated” from camp a couple of years ago since you were already 21, but man did you miss the safety of it. Because of this, you moved to Forks, quite possibly the tiniest and gloomiest town you’ve ever seen where everyone knew everyone. 

A small town was the perfect place to go to stay on the down low, it was just pure bad luck that this giant cyclops managed to weave it’s way through the woods and destroy your cabin. 

Now you were trying to lead the cyclops deeper into the forest and away from the Cullen’s residence, if you were going to die today then you really did not need them to witness that. Or thanks to the mist, probably witness you stab a very tall man. You were really close with the family and somehow in the midst of regular visits and helping Rosalie with outfit disasters, you developed a huge crush on her father. 

Kind of inappropriate but he was single and only a few years older than you, not to mention he was so handsome you were sure Apollo would be jealous.

“Demigod! Come fight me! Child of Poseidon!” You heard the large oaf yelling, his large thundering footsteps only a few yards behind your own silent skittering ones. 

In your thought you didn't realize it but you had ran in a large circle and had nearly tripped on a piece of rubble from your smashed cabin. 

“Oh shit!” You yelled, turning and swinging your katana in a circle, getting in a battle stance. It only took a few moments for the large cyclops to emerge from the dense forest, his large green eye glinting in the sunlight. He was an ugly cyclops if you’ve ever seen one, his long tangled black hair standing up in every direction possible. 

“Found you.” He said, gripping his large mallet tighter. 

“No dumbass, I was waiting for you. Now are we going to fight or are you just going to stand there like the large idiot you already are.” You taunted, holding your celestial bronze katana closer to your body. 

“I will eat you for lunch demigod!” He roared before charging, mallet over his head. Instantly, you roll to one side, swiping your katana across his beefy thigh. 

He lets out a loud roar of anger as you quickly compose yourself and stand up, dodging his blind swings, the mallet smashing against the dry dirt. This goes on for a while as you start backing up further into the woods and away from your destroyed cabin, you had only managed to knick his legs a couple more times.

Even though you would say you were a great fighter, you didn’t have the stamina of a god and you could feel yourself getting tired. You had somehow ended up a few yards from the Cullen household, which causes you to groan out loud.

“Zeus please just smite him!” You yelled to no one in particular, dodging his mallet by an inch. 

“Zeus can’t save you now little demigod! If only Poseidon could see how weak his spawn is!” You felt your blood boil from the comment, a sudden surge of adrenaline rushing through your veins. You weren’t a cocky demigod with a busted ego, but man did you want to kill this guy for bringing up your dad in such a manner.

Running towards the cyclops you manage to surprise him as he fails to change the course of his hits. Quickly climbing his arm, you jump from his bicep and with all your strength plunge the katana into his chest. 

With a staggering roar he grabs you just as you rip your blade from his chest, although you realize that he was somehow still alive. 

“Oh shit.” 

The cyclops flings you backwards and through the air as he grabs at his wound, growling loudly. It feels like it had been hours since he had thrown you, and you knew that you would most likely die on impact just by the sheer rage and force he threw you at.

You vision is blurred by tears as you whisper a silent prayer to your father. You feel your back come into contact with something and suddenly you’re crashing through the Cullen’s house, the sharp stabbing of glass under your body. 

Your brain is having a hard time processing what exactly is going on as you feel around the ground for your katana, cutting your hand on shards of glass.

“Motherfucker I’m still alive?” You slur, looking around and seeing the Cullens running over from the living room. 

“Y/N?!” 

“Carlisle she needs help!” 

You hear voices yelling for you as a pair of cold hands touch your neck. You almost sigh as the coldness dulls the pain throbbing through your body and you felt yourself relax. Your eyebrows furrow as the pain is soon replaced by a loud shrill ring in your ears.

Until you realize that the cyclops was still alive which instantly snapped you out of your daze. Peeling your eyes open, you slowly sit up and look around, your ears ringing excessively which prevents you from hearing what the Cullens are trying to say to you.

“Whatever you do, don’t come outside.” You feel yourself saying although you hear nothing except for the unhealthy ringing in your ears. As you stand up, you scan the wreckage for your katana, spotting it morphed back into a stylus. 

With great speed, you’re rushing over and grabbing it, stumbling outside to see the cyclops still gripping his wound with a proud grin. 

As you practically tumble down the stairs, you throw the stylus straight at the cyclops’ neck, yelling tide in greek.

“παλίρροια!” You watch as the stylus instantly morphs back into the katana, plunging straight into your desired target, the cyclops quickly being rendered to a storm of ashes. 

Unbeknownst to you, the Cullens did exactly what you told them not to do and followed you out, witnessing the whole thing. You quickly feel yourself collapsing, your knees bucking first. 

Your head was spinning but the ringing in your ears managed to almost completely cease. You felt your body fall forwards, your palms digging into the dry earth while trying to compose yourself. 

“Y/N!” 

You hear a loud whoosh by your ear and you bring your eyes up from the ground and lock them with a pair of bright golden eyes. They reminded you so much of ambrosia. 

You could really use some ambrosia at the current moment or some water.

Water.

“Water. Go put me in water. A pond. River-” You head seems to spin faster as you posture slackens visibly. 

“-Wait how’d you get here so fas-” blackness consumes you as the pain fades away into nothing, numbness enveloping your body.

Suddenly your body is surging forwards and your eyes snap open to find that you’re in a river, the clear water running through your ears. You feel the pain in your back gradually fade and your fatigue is replaced with a newfound strength. 

You whisper a thank you to your father before you drag yourself to the surface, being greeted by the sight of a worried Carlisle in the water next to you. 

“So...hi?” You awkwardly smile at him as you notice the rest of the Cullens standing next to the river with wide eyes, a million questions probably running through their heads. 

“So darling.. how’d you do all of that earlier and what was that thing?” Carlisle asks while holding your shoulders to stabilize you. 

“Wait..you saw that?” Narrowing your eyes, you bring your fingertips to graze the water to make sure you weren’t hallucinating or dreaming.

“Yes. And you also came flying through our window- how are you okay?” 

Oh geez, not even all of Carlisle’s degrees combined could help him understand what just happened.

“I’ll tell you that.. if you tell me how you got in front of me so fast before I blacked out and also I know you guys are hiding things from me like, why are all of your eyes golden?” You place your hands on your hips as you study the family, watching as Emmett shifts uncomfortably under your gaze.

“You might want to sit down for this.” Carlisle says quietly, guiding you to sit on the edge of the river. Once you’re settled down, you turn to face the family who have all taken a seat on the ground and watched Carlisle expectantly.

“There’s no other way to say this but.. we’re vampires.” 

You look at his face doubtingly, but nod slowly as it explains their strange behavior when you were over sometimes. 

“Uh.. don’t suck my blood I guess?” You didn’t know any other way to react to that, but strangely you didn’t feel scared. 

If only they knew how strange I was. 

As that thought runs through your head, you swear you saw Edward smirk from the corner of your eye. 

“That explains why you could see through the mist. You’re already dead and I guess you’re supernatural beings too..” You say more to yourself but the family had caught your words and were now eagerly watching you. 

“Mist? What do you mean ‘supernatural beings too’?” Emmett said, leaning forwards with excitement in his eyes. 

You shift closer to Carlisle who instinctively wrapped his arms around your shoulders. 

“Well.. I’m a demigod. Like half god, half human. Poseidon’s my dad so water essentially heals me and stuff. And uh that thing I was fighting earlier was a cyclops. Monsters tend to go after me more than most demigods because my dad is one of the big three gods.” You ramble, watching as Carlisle’s eyebrows nearly shot off his face and into the sky. 

“And you also have a katana?” Alice asks carefully, seemingly not even believing the words that were coming out of her mouth. 

“Oh! Yes I do! His name is Tide, my brother has a sword called Riptide which he definitely got off of me.” As your ramble a little, you pull the stylus out of your pocket and calling out your katana’s name, watching as it transformed into the celestial bronze blade you were oh-so familiar with. 

As you shift it around to reflect the sunlight, you lean further into Carlisle, somehow ending up against his chest. 

“So anymore secrets we wanna let free?” You say after a few moments of awkward silence. The family shrug and you see them look at Carlisle who tightens his hold on you. You wait expectantly only to feel a cold pair of lips graze your ear. 

“You’re amazing you know.. and uh Y/N-” Carlisle mumbles quietly, shifting your body to face his. You feel your heartbeat quicken and you know that the whole family can hear it, “- I think that I’ve fallen in love with you.” He finishes off nervously, looking down at your hands. 

You coo at the sight, bringing your hand up to cup his face and leaning forwards. 

“I’m in love with you too.” You whisper confidently, smiling as Carlisle looks up at you in surprise. You peck his cold lips quickly before wounding your arms around his neck tightly. 

You feel him smiling into your neck as you both sway from side to side, finally at peace. 

“Uh you guys do know we’re still here right?”