#pjo clarisse

[applecidersstuff]

Pjo AU, but the plot stays more or less the same, the only difference is that pjo!ares is replaced by myth!ares

So onto the differences:

Ares is a girls girl. He goes to feminist protests and pro-choice protests. Is the kind of person to beat up a guy who tried to drug a girl. Will pretend to be a girl's husband if sees her being harassed by a creepy dude, after the guy leaves calls an Uber for the girl.

He's a girl dad, despite having very few daughters over the last couple of centuries. Clarrise, and everyone in camp, know that she can ask him to become a goddess and he will make her one. Because she usually gets mistaken for a golden child some new campers think she's weak and is a counselor because she's Ares' favorite. They quickly find out that she can, and will, beat your ass if you try mocking her.

And don't think that just because Ares is a girl dad he doesn't love his sons. He's the kind of dad to have pictures of his kids in his wallet and tell about their achievements to anyone who'll listen.

He has a tradition of hosting a party for his children's birthdays(which he remembers) and he gets them gifts.

At some point after tlt he learns what Sally did to Gabe and immediately starts fangirling after her. They become friends. He's her maid of honor at her wedding with Paul.

Clarrise also has beef with Percy in this AU, but not why you think. Annabeth tells Luke she thinks Percy might be the son of Poseidon and this idea spreads among the counselors and gets back to Clarrise and she's mad, because she knows the story of Alcippe and Halirrhothius and automatically doesn't trust any children of Poseidon, so she has beef with him in the beginning, that goes down the same way, and that's why Ares has beef with Percy later on.

Because he's friends with Sally, at some point, after her and Paul start dating but before she tells him about the whole "my ex is a greek god" thing, she gets Ares and Aphrodite go on a double date with them, because in her eyes there are no better judges for her new boyfriend then the goddess of love and the god protector of women.

[aurora-starwars]

When Something Gets Broken, It Can Be Fixed

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Hecate daughter!reader

Summary: When Clarisse breaks her spear, your there to fix it

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Not proof read, not very good, oh well. Just fluff and very slight angst.

Request by @magicalengineerdonut:

I have a request for Clarisse. The reader could be a daughter of Hecate and it takes place during capture the flag and clarisse’s spear breaks and reader comforts her and the next day she comes back to clarisse with her spear that reader fixed and it ends with a cute moment between them

A/n: Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it! I am very excited to be getting into the PJO fandom. My friends have been raving about if for years! I am on the third book right now and I love the series so far. And I love Dior. Anyway, I would love to write more for this girl! So please request!

Masterlist

As the sun rose, it cast a soft, golden glow over Camp Half-Blood, signalling the start of another bustling day. The day of 'capture the flag' always stirred up excitement and anticipation among the campers, transforming the usually tranquil camp into a hive of activity.

It was a day that held great significance within the camp's traditions, and the palpable hustle and bustle was a testament to its importance. [Name] walked from her cabin to the training grounds in hopes to get a few more minutes to go over some defensive positions.

However, her contemplative silence was abruptly shattered by the commanding bark of instructions echoing from a voice she recognized all too well. The words were harsh, direct, and specific, as the head of the Ares cabin usually was. [Name] smiled at the sound of Clarisse La Rue’s pointed yelling, her direct and impersonal insults at the red team were a sign of her good mood.

If that was not enough of a sign, Clarisse looked over at [Name] when she finished speaking and smiled. It was a slight smile, [Name] will admit, but she saw it.

[Name] knew Clarisse very well. There was little that [Name] didn’t know about the girl at this point. And [Name] knew Clarisse had a plan.

“Where are you off to?” Clarisse asked, sauntering over as her hair, in a ponytail, swung behind her. [Name] always thought she was a sight to behold.

“Just on my way to the training grounds, care to join?” [Name] asked, already starting to make her way to the grounds, Clarisse falling into step beside her.

[Name] watched Clarisse face closely as they walked, hoping the girl might give up what she was thinking about. What she was planning.

When she didn’t say anything, [Name] took matters into her own hands.

“What are you planning?” [Name] smirked, her voice playful as watched Clarisse’s mouth twitch, the corners of her mouth turning upward ever so slightly. It looked like she was trying not to smile.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing, just planning on winning,” Clarisse smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. Something twinkled in them though, something like mischief…

“And this could have nothing to do with our new camper? The one kicked your ass in the washroom?” There was a careful teasing in [Name]’s voice, she was determined to get her point across but she was not willing to feel the force of Clarisse La Rue’s rage.

Clarisse only rolls her eyes. She scoffs and looks away. [Name] sniffles a giggle at vision of Clarisse, soaked in toilet water, running out of the washroom like a wet puppy. Clarisse abruptly stops and turns to [Name], bringing her thoughts from Clarisse to the reason she was there, the defensive positions. ”You know your job. I know you will do well,” Clarisse puts simply, her face remaining stoic, but her eyes betray her, conveying the fondness she tries so hard to hide.

[Name] nods as she walks away.

The game started as usual, the only difference was the direction Clarisse and some of her siblings ran, which [Name] thought was strange but knew not to question Clarisse about these things. The game moved quickly at the start, everyone running off into a different direction, [Name] doing the same. But after running a little further in the forest, she found her spot not far from the Red flag. There were only a few Ares kids protecting the Flag a few metres away but other than that, the forest was surprisingly empty. A stark contrast to a few minutes prior. There, [Name] took her stand, waiting for the blue team to come barreling in. The young Athena girl on the blue team had a brilliant plan for her to just run in with her invisibility cap and just take the flag. A plan she has used before, Clarisse was hoping that this time [Name]’s magic could somehow make it so the red team could actually see the young girl.

[Name] figured she could just make a small spell to not let magical items/gifts go past a barrier. It wasn’t strong and it would only work once, but it was better than nothing. Unfortunately, the spell could only protect the front of the flag, which left the back completely defenceless.

And, of course, Annabeth Chase would know that.

[Name] breaks out into a run after the floating red flag watching as the blue team breaks out into cheers as they see the flag floating quickly in their direction. [Name] slows down to a jog, knowing that if the Are’s kids couldn’t keep up with them, they had already won. And a well-deserved win at that. She could almost smile at the fact but as she comes up to the beach she hears the ear piercing scream of Clarisse. [Name] rushes in as Clarisse attempts to take the head off the new twelve year old. Grabbing her shoulders, [Name] pulls her away from the terrified boy. [Name]’s eyes lock on the broken spear on the floor as she walks Clarisse out and tries not to wince.

Her spear, her gift from her dad.

Turning Clarisse, [Name] gets a good look at her face. Clarisse’s face is rigid with anger, unmoving and unsurprisingly shocked, her eyes lock with [Name]’s. With her hands on Clarisse’s shoulders, she could feel the heavy breaths Clarisse was trying to take.

“Clarisse.”

“M-m…” She started quietly, her brows shifting from turned down to turned up and back again. Her eyes looking just past the daughter of Hecate in front of her, unfocused.

“Clarisse,” [Name] calls again.

“My… My spear,” Clarisse pants, her fists tightening around nothing.

“Clarisse!” [Name] calls louder, moving her hands from the Are’s girl’s shoulders to cup her face.

Clarisse finally snaps out of it, her eyes falling on the girl in front of her, her shoulders fall and she takes a deep breath.

“Oh Clarisse, I am so sorry,” [Name] brings her into a hug, one arm wrapped around the bigger girl and one holding her head, being careful of her curls.

She tucks her head into [Name]’s neck and takes a deep breath, when she lets it out her grip on the Hecate girl tightens, but her shoulders relax.

“Okay, love. Let’s get you back to your cabin,” [Name] whispers, gently caressing the strong girl’s face, finding that her hand comes back slightly damp, and [Name] knows its not from sweat.

The next afternoon, Clarisse was simmering moping on a bench by the training grounds when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Clarisse whipped around, standing up quickly, arms crossed, “What?! Oh, it’s just you.”

“Just me,” [Name] repeats, smile on her face.

Her smile causes Clarisse to drop her accusatory glare in favour of a curious head tilt.

“Where were you all day?”

[Name] shrugs, “Around, why? Missed me?”

Clarisse just pouts, brows furrowed, her face somewhere between annoyed and amused.

“Aww, was spending last night in my arms not enough for big, strong, Clarisse?” [Name] giggles, eyes watching the girl before her with fondness. Clarisse was always easy to read.

Clarisse remained silent, but her eyes screamed, ‘yes, it was not enough’.

“Well, don’t you worry. I am here now, and I brought a gift. Hopefully this makes you feel better,” [Name] pulls out Clarisse’s spear—completely fixed as if it hadn’t been broken to begin with— from behind her back, that she was somehow able to conceal.

Clarisse’s eyes blow wide, her arms dropping along with her jaw. She quickly takes the spear from [Name]’s hands, examining it. Feeling how the weight feels in her hands.

“How did you do this,” She questions, still looking at the spear with amazement.

[Name] shrugs, “I may not be a daughter of Hephaestus, but being the daughter of Goddess of witchcraft and sorcery has its benefits when it comes to magical artifacts.”

Clarisse puts the spear on the bench carefully before turning her attention to [Name], taking her face into her hands.

“You are the most beautiful, wonderful, talented, gorgeous,” she kisses [Name] passionately, pulling her closer, before parting again. “-adorable, skilled girl I have ever met.”

She connects their lips again, this time softer, gentler, lovingly.

“You know that?” she questions, looking into [Name]’s eyes.

[Name] giggles, “So, you like it?”

“Yes, dummy,” she kisses her again, a big smile evident as she presses her lips to [Name].

“Now it is time to wave my hot girl and my awesome spear in that little twerps face.”

Master-list

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I love you! <3333 Feel free to request! Check out my request guidelines, it might make it easier! <333333

[georgies-ftts]

PJOTV EP2 POTENTIAL SPOILERS

clarisse: You know, Percy, I’m really not interested in maiming or killing you

clarisse almost immediately after: *goes for the kill shot directly through the chest with an electrically charged spear*

[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

'Perfectly Imperfect'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader hc's

A/N:Random post I made in class

Some more hc's on how dating Clarisse would be like.

I feel like she would wake up in the morning with this grumpy face but secretly enjoying the warmth of you beside her.

She probably has a low,slightly raspy tone when she wakes up.

I feel like she would insist on being the big spoon but won't admit that she loves it when you wrap your arms around her.

She LOVES stealing your fries when you're not looking and pretending she didn't do it.

I feel like she would have this collection of cheesy romance novels hidden under her bed that she reads when no one's around.

She's totally into cuddles,but she'll 100% deny it.Though secretly she loves a good cuddle session on the down-low.

I feel like she would have this thing where she brushes your hair when you're both chilling by the fire at night.

She would totally surprise you with a homemade weapon and be like, "I made this for you. It's totally not because I was thinking about you or anything."

She LOVES morning kisses & cuddles and all that.Like she'll kiss you and then literally be like, "What? It's not like I care or anything."

I think she would have this tough exterior but secretly get all protective and jealous if someone else looks at you the wrong way.

I feel like she would totally have a stash of heart-shaped candies hidden somewhere and pretend they're not a big deal.

She would fall asleep with her arm draped over you, holding you close like she's protecting you.

She would totally steal your clothes, claiming they smell like victory or some nonsense.Good luck getting your favorite shirt back.

She deff teases you mercilessly, but it's her weird way of showing affection.

I feel like she'd fall asleep with a scowl on her face, but if you watch closely, you'll catch the tiny smiles when she dreams about you.She LOVES pretending she's tough,but she's a total softie on the inside.

She deff takes forever in the morning, hogging the bathroom, but she'll make it up by giving you that smug grin she always has when she finally emerges.She's worth the wait.

I feel like she would totally have a soft spot for animals, especially if they're tough and resilient.She LOVES pretending she's all hardcore,but a cute animal can make her melt.

She deff likes to surprise you with random acts of kindness, like leaving a handmade token of her affection in your bunk. I feel like she would say, "Yeah, I made it.What's it to ya?"

She would totally have a soft spot for stargazing, but she'll grumble about it being a waste of time. She LOVES those quiet moments under the night sky with you.

I also feel like she would have this thing where she grabs your hand in her sleep, like she needs to make sure you're still there. Her hands? Strong and calloused, but strangely comforting. She'd deny it if you pointed it out, though.

A/N:Also,waking up next to her in the morning?expect to find her with a messy bedhead, a fierce scowl, and her hands probably wrapped around you.But deep down, you know she's just as much yours as you are hers.

[groversimp]

Here me out..

Being with clarisse while she’s working out, like just sitting by her side while she’s lifting weights or giving her water when she’s taking a break. I feel like she’d love to have you by her side while she’s working out😭

Is It Over Now?

Thank you for your patience!! I hope you enjoy

Gn!reader, but they’re a child of Boreas

Warnings: swearing, hot women!!!

Not at all proofread

The chill from outside would make anyone shiver, but not you. You had grown long-used to the cold and the bite of snow. A gift inherited from your father.

But, in here; the gym of the Big House, you couldn’t feel the cold on your skin. The knowledge of snow outside lays beneath your skin, sparking to life the closer you get.

You watch lovingly as Clarisse finishes her set of pull-ups. Sweat rests on her brow yet you don’t have it in yourself to complain, it suits her.

She drops off the bars and takes a deep breath in, making her way over to you as you hold up the water bottle.

Clarisse groans at the taste of the cool ice water and you bite back the urge to kiss her, to tell her how lovely she is.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She says, but her words aren’t threatening as they usually would be, not when it’s just you two. “Y’know..” You say with a shrug, smiling softly at her as her eyes narrow- she really is beautiful.

She sets the bottle down next to your leg, leaning over to do so, then presses a peck against your lips. Clarisse then walks over to the other workout equipment and begins to benchpress the barbell.

You pay attention to the way her muscles flex, the faint sheen of sweat gracing her. On anyone else, it would look bad. But it looks good on the daughter of Ares. She’s in her element, completely where she’s supposed to be.

[tsireyasyawntu]

your lips, my lips

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- clarisse la rue x daughter of eros! reader

synopsis: valentine’s day- something that everyone truly disliked. until one moment, something changed.

authors note: this is not apart of fault is false (sorry!) but i’m sick with a really bad cold today and i wanted to write something special for clarisse on valentines! so.. Happy valentine’s day, everyone!

Valentine’s day.

Something humans found to be dear to them, coupled people exchanging gifts to one another on the fourteenth of February; the holiday of love.

in camp half blood, valentine’s day was celebrated to the fullest extent of its potential— it was so dear to humans as they had a rather short life span, hence a day to express your love to someone was so precious to the weak minded people. at camp, the holiday was acknowledged by the campers to recognize the importance of being half human, and half god, as well as the lovey dovey atmosphere that followed after. The same was done with other important holidays, such as Halloween and Christmas.

Clarisse la rue did not find the holiday to be particularly pleasant- or pleasant at all, for that matter. Valentine’s day was stupid in her mind. two people smuggling each other in both emotional and physical affection? openly displaying affection? i front of people? such thoughts made the daughter of Ares want to gag.

but than there was you— daughter of Eros, your charm was an automatic reminder of your heritage, and a stark figure of your character.

clarisse felt like a child by how hard she fell for you, stealing the breath from her lungs at every glance she caught of you.

your pretty smile, your wonderful eyes, your sweet face. Clarisse la rue was pissed at herself when she finally realized exactly what her feelings meant, shoving them down like lava to a volcano.

But like all creatures of nature, it was ought to burst out somehow.

and for the young daughter of Ares, her volcano ruptured on valentine’s day- to her fury.

it was a sunny day, but it had never felt so dark to clarisse. Her footsteps shook the earth as she angrily marched through camp, shoving heart shaped balloons from her path and kicking roses she saw on the floor.

The curly haired girl had caught wind that you’d received numerous valentine gifts- chocolates, flowers, posters and even jewelry. knowing people other that clarisse had been eyeing you down for a while made the flickering flame inside her chest burn down towers with her rage.

She stormed through camp with fire following her trail, each step was quaking those around her.

She stormed to cabin 39, where the children of Eros lay.

everyone knew the children of the Greek god of carnal love’s children rivaled those of ancient Greek goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite. You were point of that accusation, the most beautiful girl Clarisse had ever laid her eyes on.

and even now she as she had a torch lighting aflame her chest, she still yearned for your touch— even as she was heading in your direction to explode in a way she wasn’t sure of.

She took a sharp turn around capin 56, for the children of eris— their dark aura usually affecting clarisse now deflected off her skin like a bow to raw metal, the children watching in discord as she stormed to the door of cabin 39.

Clarisse slammed her cinnamon skinned hand against the polished wood harshly, waiting with furrowed brows for someone to answer the door. When she saw the handle move, her back subconsciously straightened.

The wood was pulled back and you were revealed— in all your nauseating, grueling, pure beauty, smile growing wide upon the sight of the curly haired girl outside your door.

“Clarisse!” your voice was smooth like honey, sticky like maple syrup and sweet like sugar. Clarisse ignored the warmth that flushed her body at the soft call of her name you expressed in joy, stupidly gorgeous smile widening at her presence.

in honest, clarisse wanted to bathe in your touch- your voice, your gaze and your heart. She yearned for you in a way she’s never felt, her defensive and rough external force disintegrating pathetic into nothing when you traced your honey soft skin along her arm, pushing hair from her face as the only scent she cpould smell was the sweetness of your person.

Clarisse was scared of her feelings in fact, and the idea that you might like someone other than her had her at the edge of her seat. She knew that it was likely, and if she truly did want you— today would be the day to make the claim.

She huffed, squinting her eyes as you moved from the doorway to welcome her inside. she reluctantly agreed, tucking her chin upward as she took steps forward. Instantly, the smell of sweets and tea attacked her senses with not a single warning— sugar and honey the only smell she could register.

Her face scrunched, overwhelmed by the smell— you laughed, covering your smile with your fingers as you usually did, a cute habit clarisse admired.

“sorry, glykó korítsi. Cole went all out for tou Agíou Valentínou.” Clarisse tucked her face away from your view, scolding herself for faltering under the stupid greek nickname you’ve given her; “pretty girl.”

She took a moment to gather herself, huffing in an upset expression when she examined your cabin.

god, there was no place Clarisse hated more that the Eros Chilren’s Cabin.

the cabin has an intense aura that can drive other demigods insane with arousal— unless that demigod is the child of a love god or goddess once activated by a child of Eros. Clarisse was lucky enough to know you to the point you spared her the torture of the curse on your cabin, and was beyond grateful the so called ‘blessing’ can also be deactivated at will.

clarisss recalled when you first exposed her to your cabin- On the northern part of the first floor, it has a room that can bring to life any sexual and or romantic desire, as well as an exact copy of the person they desire. clarisse found it odd, disgusting even. Nasty fantasies coming to life? how alone and sad does your life have to be you have to imagine yourself with someone you love? she could laugh in their face and ridicule them until they run away crying.

In the living room, there are several shelves with books containing all kinds of unknown and known love stories recorded throughout the ages. It has a large TV in the center, and a rather nice leather couch, may the daughter of ares be so kind to say.

In the east wing lies the kitchen, and on the west wing lies the public bathrooms. There is romantic music playing softly in the background through the means of a record player. That is another reason clarisse despised your cabin; the music.

There is a chandelier hanging from the ceiling with artwork of all kinds of people procreating with one another. On the second floor lies the bedrooms of the children of Eros. Clarisse only knows that because…

Her face turned a subtle shade of pink, barely noticeable on her skin, but the warmth was all the same.

“so, why are you here?” your sticky sweet voice tore clarisse from her thoughts— thoughts she tries her best to… forget.

she cleared her throat— “I wanted to escape this holiday but obviously i came to the wrong cabin,” she lied through her teeth, gesturing to the many heart and love balloons and decorations littering your cabin.

You smile, “You definitely did. This is the last place you should come to on Valentines. Why not go to Eris cabin?” you question, obviously not catching the not-so-obvious hint clarisse thought dropped for you.

“Clearly. and those kids are lame.” she crossed her arms, scanning the area. Your cabin was something else. She felt her cheeks warm once more at the people making out along the stairs of your home, rushing upstairs to the soundproof bedrooms.

Her gaze flickered away, catching yours. Your eyes were red, same as your fathers. They were filled with so many things clarisse could only put her finger on, but all she knew is that her words always died in her throat at their gaze.

“Well, you are welcome to stay, anyway.” you hum, tucking some hair behind your ear as you shifted your weight to a different leg.

Clarisse stood standing with many various of feelings— her knees were uncharacteristically weak, tummy doing summersalts inside her belly, hands shaky as all she wanted to do was—

“come on,” you motioned her over, a strange smile on your face. Clarisse felt herself become uncharacteristically excited as you led her up the stairway to your bedroom, her steps close behind yours as you waved to your siblings in the halls as they sent you a teasing smile before retreating back into their own rooms, with someone who bore little clothes.

Clarisse would never forget the first time she sat foot in your room— a cold winter night, a heated moment— something she would never forget, even though she tried.

as you lead her down the familiar hall, music played lightly from the stairways entrance, echoing throughout the cabin. The sight of your door came to her view, your hand twisting the handle and revealing your room.

Clarisse got immediate flashbacks to the last time she was here, knees once more weakened by the remembrance.

You gently slid your hand down her arm, pulling her into your room and closing the door. Clarisse looked around nervously— your room wasn’t very decorated, only a few things representative of love here and there- most likely gifts from your father. You sat on your bed, eyes pulling clarisse in by the throat as she sat beside you.

It was an awkward silence— at least on her behalf, valentine’s day was always an opportunity to seem unhappy. but as she sat with you, the tension in the room was chewing her skin and muscles off her bones.

the bed shifted for a second, and Clarisse looked over to you— your red eyes staring daggers into hers.

They were so beautiful, a blood like red— so many emotions swarming in them— so many things to represent who you truly where— they held passion, desire, sexuality, lust, danger, action, drama, joy, stress, radiance.

Clarisse could barely hold herself back as your smile encased her in a cage, trapping her, tormenting her— The cinnamon skinned girl was about to make a daring move- but you did first.

You slammed your lips to Clarisses, bed creaking slightly from the fast, sudden movement of your action— but clarisse waisted no time kissing you back. Your lips fell into sync together, dancing in a rhythm that was so perfect you wanted to melt into her.

Her hands landed on your hips, and yours in her soft curly hair— she shoved you down, back meeting the soft pink sheets of your bed, the sound of you two devouring each other the only sound in your room other than the faint valentines music bouncing through the walls.

You pulled her hair, a soft groan leaving the girls lips as she trailed her kisses down to your neck. You hummed, completely emersrd- the feeling of her lips on you was so sweet— you wanted to faint.

But you quickly realized that it wasn’t nearly as cute as you thought, as a sharp pain ate at your skin where she was feeling on your neck. You gasp, the warm feeling of blood barely falling from your neck. She’d bit you.

“clarisse-“ she silenced you with her own lips, the taste of your blood swarming between your mouth and hers, and you melted into the kiss once more.

the kiss was harsh, filled with desperation from both parties, hands touching every possible part of each others body as you lay on your bed.

You weren’t sure, but you guessed this was her way of asking you to be her valentine.

and being the daughter of Eros, there was no better way to ask.

[wanderinggoddess]

i just think clarisse should be appreciated for the buff woman that she is

[rocknroll7575]

Thank you

Q: What is Jaune Arc to you?

Percy: *Sitting on the beach and smiling* A friend for life and the best teacher! If it wasn't for him, me and my friends would be dead!

XXX

Clarisse: *Sharpening her spear* Honestly, I don't know much about the guy, but I can say this though-

XXX

Annabeth: *reading a book in her cabin* -He's brave, caring to us all, and he's got a good heart.

XXX

Will: *Sitting next to Nico* He's saved my boyfriend's life!

Nico: *nods* Yeah... I guess I owe him my life, and I'm not the only one, but-

XXX

Katie: *Giggles* -He can be a bit of an Idiot

Travis: Yep, definitely an Idiot!

Connor: Oh yeah, big ol' idiot sometimes! And yet-

XXX

Drew: *Training with Selina and Charlie* He's the best leader we've ever had!

Charlie: Need I even say more?

Silena: Charlies right! He's Jaune Arc! He is-

XXX

Thalia: *Looking out to the sky with a smile and a blush* The strongest guy I know

XXX

Zoe: *looking away to hide her blush* He's got the most heroic heart I have ever seen

XXX

Hestia: *tending to the flames with a soft smile* His flame of love burns the brightest, and he is-

XXX

Penny: *Wearing a green sundress with a straw hat looking out to a nice field filled with flowers and trees, as she places a hand over her heart* My Hero...

XXX

Jaune: *Smiling covered in dirt and cuts as he looked up to the sky with one hand raised to it as Backbiter has impaled his side* Thank you...

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

#1 bisexual Clarisse defender (me)

[pain-is-too-tired]

I think they're silly

[applecidersstuff]

Yes, yes, Bianca is the older sister character, and no one can argue with that, but can I tell you who I see as thee eldest daughter character?

Clarrise La Rue.

Clarrise who was ares cabin counselor since she was 12-14 and was the eldest child of ares at that point.

Clarrise who tried her best at keeping her cabin intact while her brothers didn’t give a shit about her, her feelings and wellbeing.

Clarrise who went on a quest to please her father, but none of her brothers went with her and her father said that he would prefer they went on the quest instead of her.

Clarrise who desperately tries to keep Chris alive and at the border of sanity because he was the only person to actually care about her.

Clarrise who has exactly three people close to her.

Clarrise who looses two of them to war and her own pride.

Clarrise who’s so hostile that the only reason she’s friends with Beckendorf and Silena is Silena’s stubbornness.

Clarrise who hates Percy not because she dislikes him, but because she envies his relationship with his father.

Clarrise who has no relationship with her mother, and when she visits her in TTC is the first time she does it in years.

Clarrise who hates her father for neglecting her in favor of her brothers, but desperately tries to get his attention and praise at the same time.

Clarrise who’s forced to raise her siblings instead of her father and still getting nothing for it.

Clarrise who’s only childhood dream is to break free and leave camp behind, just to keep going back even after getting into college because she can’t live without those responsibilities even if she hates them.

[aurora-starwars]

I have an idea for an Clarisse La Rue x reader fic and i was wondering if anyone would be interested in me writing this

(i have other clarisse fics in the works dw)

The reader (fem) would a daughter of Poseidon and Sally jackson, making her percy's older sister.

It would a be a slow burn enemies to lovers story (like SLOW)

and idk maybe the reader is like a surfer girl or smth. I'm not sure when she should be claimed and what not, but the reader would be like 5 years older than percy and the same age as clarisses.

Idk, you let me know. I am on a percy jackson kick right now

I'm on book three at the moment.

[averagedemigod]

Clarisse: They were annoying, it almost triggered my fight or fight response.

Silena: You mean fight or flight?

Clarisse: No, I mean fight or fight, I'm not a bird, Silena.

[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

'Amore'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

A/N:Happy Valentines,ignore the late post.I just wanted to do this little idea bc it's been stuck in my head all day 😭

Clarisse asking you to be her valentine in some rather...awkward circumstances.But hey,at least she asked,right?

You had just stepped out of the shower, hair damp and tousled, wrapped in nothing but a towel, when the door to your cabin burst open without warning. Clarisse La Rue, the tough-as-nails daughter of Ares, stood in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight of you.

"Uh, Clarisse," you stammered, clutching the towel tightly around you,desperately wishing for the ground to swallow you whole.

But instead of mocking laughter or a scolding remark, Clarisse simply blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment before a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice low and husky. "Didn't expect to see this when I barged in here."

She blinked, then smirked, her gaze lingering a little too long on your glistening skin. "Didn't know you were such a sight, princess," she teased, emphasizing the last word with a playful tone.

You fought to maintain your composure, trying to ignore the way your heart raced at her unexpected compliment.You swallowed hard, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "I...uh...sorry, I didn't hear you knock."

Clarisse waved off your apology with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Don't worry about it. Besides, it's not like I mind the view." She shot you a teasing wink, and despite your mortification,you couldn't help but feel a flutter of something warm in your chest.

Before you could gather your wits and come up with a coherent response, Clarisse's expression turned serious, her gaze locking with yours.

She straightened, crossing her arms over her chest. "I need to talk to you. It's about tomorrow."

Confusion flickered across your face. "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Valentine's Day," she said, rolling her eyes. "I know Castellan's been eyeing you, and I'm not letting him beat me to it."

Clarisse took a step closer, her expression unreadable. "I'm asking you to be my valentine. Tomorrow."

You blinked,your brain struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.Clarisse "I'll beat your ass into next month" La Rue,asking you to be her Valentine? It was unexpected, to say the least.

"Clarisse, I...I don't know what to say," you admitted,your voice barely above a whisper.

She took a step closer, closing the gap between you until you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin.

Your heart skipped a beat at her boldness, and for a moment, you were rendered speechless.Eventually you find it in yourself to talk,your voice slightly shaky as you spoke "..I..I-sure...I'd love to-" you stammered nervously

But before you could finish your sentence, she closed the distance between you, leaning in suddenly to press her lips against yours in a kiss.

When she pulled away, she wore a triumphant smirk. "See you tomorrow, princess," she said, turning on her boot and striding out of the cabin, leaving you standing there, breathless and bewildered.

[groversimp]

You’re Alive, So Alive

on a Clarisse bender still!!!

warnings: ANGST, major character death, hurt no comfort, comfort is for LOSERS, we die like men!!!!!

Some days are slow. Some moments are slow.

Like when you arrived at camp for the first time- blood soaked on you, head to toe. Some was your own, some was from your satyr protector. The satyr laid dead just outside the border, his carcass mangled. You tried to carry him as far as you could, but what could a 9-year-old do?

The big, open scar over your left eye was yet another indicator then of just what had happened. You couldn’t see out of your eye, maybe it wasn’t even there. You were too tired, collapsing into the arms of whoever was closest- she was your age, dark skin and curly brown hair. You later found out her name was Clarisse.

It was slow when she kissed you for the first time. Your hand came up to tangle in her hair, your other rested between her shoulder and chest- fingers grazing her collarbone. Gods, you ached. Everything about her was perfect. If you were the poet, she was your poem. If you were the sky, then she was the stars, lighting you up, the only thing to make you worthy enough.

Her grip on your hips felt like it too. Lighting a fiery path of comets and constellations with every soft touch.

The slowest moments were when you would find eachother late at night. Here, in the woods, you could be together. Just existing as wretched mirrors of eachother. In paradoxical harmony.

The beating of her heart echoed through your ear, matching with your soft humming. The sunrise lit her features up, allowing her to look ethereal. She was ethereal. She would kiss the scar over your eye and call you her own.

You didn’t realize how much you loved her heartbeat till it was gone.

The quest wasn’t supposed to be dangerous- it was supposed to be a simple mission. How had she gotten trapped? How had she tripped and got herself stuck- the huge boulders had an iron grip on her leg. The rockfall came too soon for her to see.

Her perfume was on your bedside table. Her favorite shirt was in your hands. You couldn’t cry, it had escaped you.

Clarisse was strong- stronger than the gods, stronger than the stars, stronger than her father. So, how was she gone?

How could the stars still shine when your Clarisse couldn’t? Was she living on with them, looking down on you with her soft smile reserved for only the two of you?

Or was she trapped where her father had been keeping her all her life?

You missed her heartbeat, missed her warmth. You missed her.

Some days are slow.

[fandom-madness69]

Thanks to the entire crew and Rick for not making Nancy Bobofit and Clarisse sized XXL. Like there's no offense meant by that statement, it was simply nice to see that the bully characters weren't the only two who seemed to be overweight. And though that's always been a qualm of mine from the books (and please correct me if I'm wrong and they're not the only ones) I'm glad to see it corrected so to speak