#pjo x male reader

[heartmii]

TOA 00

✮⋆˙apollo x male!reader

!warnings!: male reader but can be seen as gn, angst, mentions of blood.

✮⋆˙ this was honestly a fic idea i had for a while but since toa isn't really that popular, i figured it wouldn't do too well so instead here's a one-shot! Has been continued !

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"nonono.. beloved..." the god whispered as he dropped onto his knees beside your bloodied body. his hands trembling when he reached out to touch you.

your eyes were shut when he arrived at your spot. an opening deep in the forest behind his temple. after he'd set the sun and, his sister took her shift, he would then meet you here. here, where he learned of your body, and you learned his. here, where the whispers of intimacy stayed between two souls. here, where, apollo, the all-powerful god, submitted to a mortal and allowed his body to be used for love.

now, in the shadow of his love, was only grief. for as long as you love, grief will one day be in its place. a game of chance. it is said love is a fool's emotion as only a fool would jump into a game knowing the outcome would be a loss.

and perhaps, the god was the biggest fool of them all. loving a mortal promised nothing but loss, yet, when your eyes flickered open and connected with his, a fool was what he became once again.

his heart thumped against his chest. grief soon turned into hope. although your eyes were weak, and your skin was paling. you were alive. breathing. death had not claimed you, there was a chance you could live — a chance he could save you.

"apollo." even on your deathbed, his name would roll off your tongue like honey. he was worshipped, and his name was said many times a day by mortals wishing for his blessings or his wisdom.

but, your call for him was different. when you called for him it wasn't for him as a god, there was no expectation behind your words, no secret goal. if you did expect anything, if there was a goal, it was nothing more than simply just the presence of apollo. you would say his name gently as if you didn't want to scare him off, a reminder he could let his guard down around you.

there's a difference in being valued for what you could give versus being valued for who you were. something apollo could not comprehend until he met you. "what is it, beloved?" he murmured, his attempt to be gentle with you in your fragile state as his cheek leaned into the hand you had outstretched towards him.

your thumb rubbed circles against his skin. "I've been waiting for you." apollo swallowed down a sob. he could hear it in your voice, how hard it was for you to speak full sentences. broken breaths in between each of your words.

quickly, he answered before you could speak again. "i know, love, i know. it was my father's doing. he dispatched hermes to distract me... he knew i was coming to see you..." he let out a shaky breath, "my father punished you to punish me."

zeus's cruelty was nothing new to apollo. his father had been cruel to him his whole life. it was the whole reason he began the revolt against him alongside hera and poseidon in the first place. to be liberated from his father's tyranny.

they'd been found out, of course. hera had already received her punishment. she was to be suspended into the sky wrapped in chains. all of olympus winced as she cried through the night but no one dared to help her out of fear of their "mighty" king.

he wasn't supposed to hurt you. never in a thousand years would apollo have done any of this with the knowledge that you could be caught in the crossfire between him and his father. this wasn't how their game went. zeus had never gone after his lovers before. but dammit, he should've known better. he should've known his father would make sure to break him down. come for his every weakness. now, because of his carelessness, you are a pinch close to death. practically drowning in your own blood and only being able to use the tree stump behind you for support to stay upright.

the longer apollo's eyes stayed on your struggling figure, the foggier they became. "oh, im so, so, sorry." he choked out, the sob he swallowed down earlier forcing its way back up his throat. "this is all my fault."

he felt your thumb swipe at tears he wasn't aware he'd been shedding. how could you still be so gentle with him after he had put you in this situation? so attentive even though you were the one who needed the most attention?

And your eyes, they bore into his with the same amount of warmth as always. "hey.. its okay...we'll be okay." you mustered up a smile and, for a second, apollo believed your words, that everything would be okay. because your superpower was making him - everyone - feel like everything would be okay.

reality hit him with a strangled cough coming from you. he jumped, immediately, blinking away the rest of his tears as his hands helped to support you, your blood coating him. his breath quickened. every second you were falling further into the embrace of death. he was wasting time moping instead of helping.

apollo trembled as he went to press a hand over your wound. "let me heal you."

"no," you denied. it was all you could say with the little bit of strength you had left.

a helpless cry left apollo's lips, his tears flowing once again. your answer did not surprise him. in fact, he expected it. in all of your meetings with apollo, you never failed to mention that you cherished the value of a mortal life. to value which is rare, and what is more rare than a mortal life with the only promise that it would one day end.

apollo was a god. he was never born to die but born to continue living and changing as time allowed. life meant little to him, he'd taken many lives without much thought just as much as he created lives.

that was normal in the life of a god but, you were not a god. only a man. a fact that was being painfully made apparent more so now than ever.

power coursed through apollo's body and, yet, he could not get himself to use it. you were just a man. a man who got a god to submit to your will. you taught him the value in life, the value in you. in turn, he could not disregard your wishes as he could anyone else. he hated it. apollo hated how he loved you so much, he couldn't be selfish. how even when you were slipping through his fingers, he stopped himself from healing you because he knew you would be unhappy if he did, and he would be dammed if he was the reason for your unhappiness.

it was childish to believe that at the doors of death would you change your mind, abandon your humanity, and beg him to save you. "is this really what you want..." he asked. a plead, his last attempt to bargain with you.

you didn't answer his question. he preferred that. it left room to wonder, pretend there was a chance at something else. instead, you reached behind his head, pushing it forward until it gently bumped against your own. you didn't speak at first, opting to admire the face of your lover one last time.

“you're so beautiful..." you breathed out through your staggered breath.

apollo scowled at your words. Not finding the humor in your inappropriate timing for a compliment. “really? that's what you have to say right now." he frowned, his lips jutting into a familiar pout.

“it's true," you hummed, bumping noses with him.

he allowed you to indulge in your affections, scrunching his nose in response. a pointless attempt at gaining some type of normalcy within the situation. yet, the reality loomed over him. he could not shake it off as easily as you. “you’re dying and your last words to me are going to be something I hear from everyone.”

your laugh was music to his ears. soft, like your voice, but full of joy. the type of laugh that could light up a room and have even the gloomiest laugh along with you. he needed to savor it. to imprint the sound in his mind for the days he needs the encouragement to keep going. you found laughter even in a moment like this.

"it's only a matter of truth," you said, eyes flickering to his lips followed by a tilt of your head. when your lips brush, you murmur against his lips. "besides, wouldn't you miss hearing it from me the most?"

his stomach flutters at your words. of course he'd miss hearing your praise. not just for his beauty, but for anything. he held you in the highest regard, like you were a god yourself. but, it was easier to pretend he didn't care, and instead leave those words unspoken.

he settled for angling his lips to meet yours and disregarding your previous question. "you're being ridiculous." apollo mumbles, ignoring his aching heart.

then there is only silence as the two of you lean in to close the gap between you. like a magnet pulling you forward. when your lips touch, there's an immediate desire. your teeth smacking against each other, your hand pulling apollo's head in closer, deepening the heated kiss as much as you could. he didn't expect to feel droplets on his cheeks. you had cried. the realization made him want to weep.

you had nothing to lose, so you gave it your all. one last time.

the pull away was hesitant, and even then, your lips still ghosted one another's. forehead's touching, your eyes met. "i love you," you declared as if it was the first time you had confessed.

"i love you too." a silent goodbye hidden behind the desperation of his words.

you sighed contently as your expression softened and your eyes shut with a smile. apollo wanted to speak, to yell at you to keep your eyes open. keeping them on him until you couldnt anymore instead, he chose not to speak. the look on your face didn't let him.

you were happy. happy to accept your fate. you showed no signs of regret, no anger, no guilt, nothing that would keep you on this earth any moment longer. dying happily. who was apollo to take that from you?

his cries and begs would only put stress on you. you didn't deserve that. your death had to be just as beautiful as your birth.

so, apollo continued to sit there, watching your breath. how after a few seconds, it would begin to slow down, and the little tufts of warm air he felt against his cheek gently came to a stop. the cool air of nature taking its place.

your body was heavy against his. cold too. he didn't care, he would hold you until you were warm again. soon, as the hours went by, he would have to bring upon another day. a day that you would not get to be apart of.

until then, he would hold you under the moonlight one last time

they were caught. after making it onto the ship and successfully snagging caligua’s stupid sandals, they were taken by surprise by a horse. It was ridiculous. as piper laid out cold on the steed’s back, apollo made conversation about his demise. It was a nerve racking walk to the emperor’s throne room. caligua wasn’t merciful and apollo wasn’t sure of the whereabouts of meg and jason.

as a god, he thought he saw everything. but as lester, the surprises were never ending.

they made it to caligua’s throne, apollo’s eyes immediately scanning how many enemies were in the room. he wasn’t shocked to see the loyal attendants of caligua, nor was he shocked to see meg and jason trapped beside him.

but when his eyes settled onto the person beside caligua’s throne, apollo wanted to throw up. his heart thumping against his chest making him lose his breath. It was you. how was this possible? you died in his arms. In Ancient Greece.

reading the shock on his face, you dared to give him the smile he loved most as you stood behind the enemy. with a tilt of your head and a wave, you greeted him, “hello apollo, long time no see.”

[thealtoduck]

Being Helen of Troy’s son and being ”rescued” by Percy Jackson…

Percy Jackson x Male Reader

Warnings: Reader is kidnapped by a creepy giant who wants to marry him…

Summary: You get taken by a giant for your beauty and Zeus sends a hero to rescue you…

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After Helen died in ancient times Zeus brought her up to Olympus and made her immortal, but that wasn’t the last time she set foot on earth. She had a child with a mortal, a son she would name ”Y/n”, leaving him to be raised by his father in New York.

Many years later he would find out about his heritage but in a harsh way…

One day when you were walking home late at night a giant man had snuck up behind him, grabbed him and shoved him in to a giant burlap sack.

He didn’t know how long he was in the sack but the next thing he knew he was emptied out of the sack on to hard cobblestone floor, looking around it looked like he had been taken to some kind of dirty old castle or fortress.

He looked up at the person who had taken him, it was a giant man dressed in torn ancient greek robes, he was tall and muscular but with a nasty looking face. ”Who are you? What do you want?” You questioned scared.

The man spoke up in a hoarse sounding voice saying ”I am Tityos, i have taken you son of Helen to be mine”. ”Son of who?” You questioned confused. He ignored you and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and carried you up to a tower.

He pushed you in to a room and growled ”We are to be married in a week”. He then slammed the door behind you and locked it.

Despite being extremely confused by the fact that a man dressed as if he was from ancient greece had kidnapped you calling you a ”Son of Helen”, you did your best trying to think of a way to escape.

After being carried in the burlap sack for hours your clothes were sweaty, the only type of change Tityos had provided were greek chitons kind of like the ones he was wearing. You changed in to one.

After changing you got an idea, there was a window in the room, you opened it, the fortress you were in was on the top of a tall mountain, further down the mountain you could see the lights of a village.

If you could tie together all of the chitons, the curtains and sheets, you could make a makeshift rope to climb out of the foretress and down from the tower and then go down to the village and find the authorities.

You immediately got to work tying together the different fabrics. It was going to take a while to make a rope that was long enough to go down to the ground and also hold your bodyweight.

It took days and you had to hide what you worked on everytime Tityos came by to give you food. Luckily you could always hear him coming because he wasn’t exactly quiet.

The rope was almost finished and it was the night before the day you were meant to be married to Tityos. You frantically worked as you tied the bed sheets to your now probably almost 70 feet long rope. Then you heard something behind you, a loud thump.

You turned around and saw someone scrambling to climb up in through the open window. The person in the window then managed to get in and said to themselves while panting heavily ”Gods, i’m never taking a mission for him ever again”.

The stranger then looked up making you see he wasn’t actually much of a stranger, that black hair, those green eyes…

”Percy…? Percy Jackson…?” You questioned confused. It was one of your classmates. But a bit different… instead of being dressed as usual he had a orange t-shirt covered by some light armour.

”Y/n?!” He asked loudly making you hush him and whisper ”Tityos might hear you”. ”You’re the son of Helen?” Percy questioned. ”I don’t know, i don’t even know what that’s supposed mean and why are you here?” you stated.

Percy then started ”Boy, this i gonna take a while to explain, so basically…” he then proceded to explain that the greek gods were all real, that you were the son of Helen of Troy and that he had gotten a mission from Zeus to rescue you from Tityos.

”Okay that was… that was a lot” you commented. You then realised something ”Wait? How did you get up here? You’ve got a ladder?” You questioned going over to the window to check.

”No, i flew here” he stated. ”You can fly?” You questioned. ”No no no, but my pegasus can, the winds were strong so he couldn’t stop outside so i had to jump and grab on to the window and climb in, but when we get out he’ll be waiting a bit further down the mountain” he said and then realised something.

”But first we have to find a way out” he said looking around you then gestured to your several feet long makeshift rope. ”That could work” he said and he helped you finish it. You then tied the rope around the bed and threw the rest out window.

It reached all the way down, you and Percy started climbing out the window and down the rope. You were starting to regret the fact that you were wearing a chiton, as the cold mountain wind hit you.

Once you got down from the tower you and Percy quickly started moving down the mountain. You followed a trail taking you down towards the village and at the end waited a black horse, but it had large wings on it’s sides.

”Y/n, this is Blackjack my pegasus, Blackjack, this is Y/n, my classmate” Percy introduced you to the pegasus. He then helped you climb up on it’s back, he then climbed up in front of you while saying ”Hope you’re not scared of heights”. ”I just climbed out of a 70 feet tall tower, i should be fine” you stated.

”Hold on to me” Percy said and you wrapped your arms around his waist, the pegasus then took off and flew in to the night.

You flew until sunrise and eventually landed in what looked like a summer camp and soon the two of you were surrounded by campers. Suddenly you felt really exposed in your short length chiton.

The campers then parted and half man half horse walked over between them. ”Good job, Percy” he praised the hero. The man then turned to you and said ”Son of Helen, welcome to Camp Half-Blood”.

You decided to stay with Percy at camp for the rest of the summer and as you were technically a legacy of Zeus, you were allowed to stay in Cabin 1.

As you had inherited your mother’s great beauty people were quick to start flirting with you. And as you had no siblings Percy’s friend Annabeth made sure to keep your admirers at a distance. She also gave you a knife and taught you to fight.

Once summer was over you and Percy returned to New York as close friends. And in the future even more if Aphrodite had anything to say about it.

[wisteriaiswriting]

So could you do Male Reader being in Percy Jackson and his the son of Sun Wukong who just appears at the most random of times and is gone the next reader is just chaotic

ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕣

Words: 169

The fight was going well enough, a few injuries here and there but they’re still standing. It seemed finished before they heard someone behind them, turning around just to see a cyclops rushing towards them.

Barely able to block before it freezes in place. They managed to find out why, seeing blood everywhere. Also covering a very familiar staff.

“Y/N, you’re back.” At her words the staff retreated.

“That I am!” All three looked up to see a cloud a lot closer, you looking over the edge. “Oh Percy!”

“Yeah?”

“Sally wanted me to give you this.” Leaning over the cloud before dropping a bag, luckily which he caught. Finding out it’s a bag of baked goods, from cookies to cupcakes.

You were about to speak again but was interrupted by lightning striking.

“Looks like I gotta go, see ya!” In a puff of smoke you and your cloud were gone. The only sign you were actually there was the cookies, which Percy shared with the other two.

[skylarinfinity]

[percy and male reader meeting zeus]

male reader : [sighed] what do you want weather boy?

percy : [looking at male reader with big smirk] oh yeah, i definitely call zeus weather boy from now on!

[thunder crackling can be heard around the mount olympus]

zeus : do not call me that, or you will-

male reader : [rolling his eyes] lord! you so dramatic for no reason.

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

[orxheus]

hi it's me, again, ahaha

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗬: can i sleep with you ?

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥: percy this is a king sized bed. it means it's for ( vaguely gestures himself ) the king.

common sense, duh 🙄

[elithe31st]

hey there! not sure if your writing for pjo yet, but i saw it on your list and i knew i had to come in!

may i request a percy jackson x male!reader who’s the child of aphrodite? maybe he’s really stylish and is considered really pretty since his mom is aphrodite.

if you also want plots (or if you don’t, ignore this part!), perhaps they’re sitting on the docs together and percys talking about how they should swim, but reader is all like “today is a great hair day, maybe tomorrow.” but percy pushes him in and reader is NOTTT having it. again, if you don’t take plots, ignore this part!

- anon

wow! okay! sorry about the wait!!!

FEEL GOOD INC.

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percy jackson x male!reader

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" FEEL THE WAY I GRAVITATE, A- HAHAHAHAAA... "

"Nice out here, is it, sea boy?" You said, walking up to the dock where the infamous, known-by-all Percy Jackson was sitting. Percy turned his head, welcoming you with a smile that you're pretty sure out-rivals your own.

"Perfect weather, too. Yeah, nice." Percy says, patting the space next to him to prompt you to come sit. And sit you do, sitting knee to knee with the son of Posiden.

The silence lasted for a few minutes, just you two looking out onto the water, onto the bright, blue sky. Until, Percy speaks up, breaking you out of your trance.

"We should go in the water." He suggests.

"Uh," you scoff, "no. I spent too long on my hair, no way am I going in the---EERE!" Your voice goes high pitch as Percy manipulates the water, making it wrap around you and dunk you in the lake. Underwater, you can hear Percy jump in too, and your noise of frustration is muffled.

You come up for air and you look at Percy with raw, unfiltered hatred. "Oh, you---!"

"Looks cute when your hair is wet. I like it better like that." Percy gets chest to chest with you, letting his fingers flow through the strands. You huff.

"You're no charmer. Just a big idiot." You shake your head, but ultimately you blush, looking at him.

"Yeah? Seems like I am." Percy wraps his arms around your neck, wading around in the water with you as your legs tangle together.

"Whatever, Jackson." You two share a kiss under the sun.

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Requested: Nico di Angelo x Son of Nyx reader

Request: Nico do Angelo x Son of Nyx

Stepping out from the shadows, and into camp half-blood was always odd for you. Sometimes you felt that you didn't really fit in, the looks some campers gave you shadow traveled didn't dissipate that feeling either. The younger campers were usually afraid of you too until you started creating stars above their heads which brought a smile to their face, as it followed them around for a bit.

You understood to some extent why people didn't think you belonged here, a lot of them were of Olympian descent, your mother, however, had been one of the first goddesses. Maybe they were right to some degree, you couldn't help but feel they might be. But the one thing that still kept you tied to this camp was Nico di Angelo, your best friend.

He was a lot like you in many ways. He could shadow travel, and people often gave him weird looks as if he didn't belong there. Maybe that's why you felt so connected to him, you both felt cast out here.

Speaking of Nico, he was currently trying to sneak up on you. Shadows bending around him as he did, if it wasn't for your senses noticing the abnormality he would've been able to. But alas you noticed him, turning around and making the shadows dissipate around him, you smiled at him. "Nice try Neeks." He smiled bashfully at you, after being caught.

You both made your way further into camp while catching the other up on what had happened since you last saw each other. While walking his hand brushed against yours causing your cheeks to flush a bit, it was an odd feeling that hadn't happened before. Why was he all of the sudden having this effect on you?

As you both passed, the tall raven-haired Percy Jackson, seeing the way Nico looked at him almost lit rage in you. You couldn't explain why this was happening. This hadn't ever happened before, so why were you feeling like this now. It put you in a bad mood how it made you feel, why were you jealous of the boy you knew Nico had previously liked.

You muttered a 'see you later' to Nico, as you booked it to your cabin. Crashing on your bunk as you thought through it. You'd never even liked anyone before, so why Nico, why now? So many different thoughts played through your mind, you couldn't get it to slow down.

No one else elicited these feelings in you, not Percy Jackson, not Jason Grace, not Will Solace, not Annabeth Chase, or Piper McLean. No one else had ever even managed to gain your attention like that. So why Nico? Why now?

You were interrupted from your thoughts when your sibling Callisto came into the cabin. "You doing alright?" Something about the question and the obvious nature of the fact that you were not alright, made you angry. You couldn't even control the fact you were mad. Mad at yourself and your stupid feelings for Nico. You stormed out of the cabin, letting your shoulder knock into there's as you left. "I'll take that as a 'no'" you practically growled as he said that, your anger not doing anyone any favors.

The rest of the week was spent with you mad at everyone and hiding in the shadows. Refusing to come out, no matter how much someone looked for you. You didn't understand why you had to have feelings for him, or why any of it was just happening now. It didn't make sense. Nor did your anger, it seemed misplaced. But that's usually how it was.

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You were sitting in a tree away from most campers, and out of sight. Bending the shadows to keep you hidden. If it wasn't for Nico generating energy to try and shadow travel to you he wouldn't have even known you were here. "Y/n? You here? I just want to talk, you haven't talked to me at all this week. I just wanna know if you're okay. I miss you." His voice was distraught and shaky. You could tell he was upset, and it made you feel bad for hiding away from him. The fact your hiding had upset him, made your anger dissipate into guilt, the shadows surrounding you leaving with the anger.

"I'm sorry," you said rather quietly but enough for him to hear. You made your way down from the tree, standing in front of the raven-haired boy. "What're you sorry for, I'm not mad at you" he replied before pulling you into a hug, you could barely register what he said as your brain seemed to go dumb. The feelings you had for him made an appearance as your cheeks flamed with heat. "I- I'm sorry for hiding away from you." He looked at you a little surprised, "why were you hiding from me?" He seemed a little upset at your admittance.

You scratched the back of your head while trying to come up with an answer that didn't out your crush on him. But couldn't find one. "This isn't because I tried to hold your hand last week, right? Gods, you're straight, aren't you? I'm sorry, gods, I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Your eyes widened in shock, he liked you? Why did he like you? "You like me, why?" It was odd, you weren't used to these feelings, and now the chance of them being returned was so odd.

"I don't know why, I just do. You're always there, you understand me." Your cheeks seemed to flame, "I like you too, that's why I was hiding. I'm not used to feeling like this, I've never... I don't know at first it made me mad, but then again doesn't everything." He cut off your rambling gently pressing his lips to yours. When he did that, the emotion you felt created stars above you both, you didn't mean to make them it just seemed to happen. Nico pulled away grinning up at the stars that appeared underneath the tree you were under.

"Stop smirking." He snickered shaking his head, "sure thing Starboy" you groaned at the nickname. "Don't call me that." Nico laughed lightly "too late."

[defectivevillain]

backbiter

pairing: luke castellan x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified

cw: injury, fainting. this one is very angsty, folks. mwahhahhahaah

You’ve always known that there’s a darker side to Luke Castellan. You first met him a few years ago, as a demigod of undetermined parentage. The two of you quickly bonded over your dislike of, well, your godly parents. It would take nearly six months for your godly parent to make themselves known and, when they did, you couldn’t summon the energy to be grateful. 

Since then, Luke and you do practically everything together. You eat meals, play camp games, and train with each other. Where one of you goes, the other is soon to follow. Everyone at camp has long accepted that fact. 

Even though you and Luke are so close, you sense a lingering darkness within him. You’ve always indulged his somewhat antagonistic, borderline cruel personality. However, recently, his jaded remarks have increased in frequency. You begin to find that you can’t go through a day without Luke commenting about the gods and their selfishness. 

“Are you okay?” You finally manage to ask Luke one day, as the two of you sit in a secluded meadow. You’re both sitting on an unusually large rock. The plants near your feet bend in the wind. The sun beats down on your skin, but it’s a welcome feeling. You chance a glance to your side. 

“Yeah,” Luke responds, biting his lip. His gaze is honed in on some point in the distance. His expression almost seems vacant. You wonder if he’s thinking about something else. 

“You sure?” You can’t help but ask. Luke usually doesn't sugarcoat his thoughts or opinions. He doesn’t lie to you. At least, you don’t think so. “You’ve seemed a little off lately.”

“Can I be honest with you?” Luke finally meets your gaze. You nod at the question, feeling both relieved and anxious at the prospect. He wasn’t telling you the truth, at first. “I’m leaving Camp Half-Blood soon.” 

“Why?” You choke out after a few seconds. There’s an ugly premonition settling in your mind. The trees around the wooded meadow almost seem to cave in on you. You feel remarkably out of place, all of a sudden. 

“I don’t think there’s much left for me here,” Luke continues, clenching his fists. Your eyebrows furrow as you notice the reddish white marks resulting from his tight grip. “I want to do something with my life. I want to make something of myself. I don’t want to be known as the son of Hermes- especially when he’s been such a shitty father.”

You swallow hard. It seems he’s already decided. A question is weighing heavily on your mind. You’re not sure if you want to know the answer to it, however. “When are you leaving?” You manage to choke out. 

“Tomorrow.” Your heart stalls in your chest. Luke, your best friend, your partner, is leaving tomorrow. He’s leaving tomorrow. When you look over to him, there’s an expectant look in his eyes. It makes your stomach turn with uneasiness.

“Luke, I...” You can’t find it in yourself to utter the words. I can’t. I can’t come with you. You shake your head silently. The back of your throat starts to burn. 

“I was worried this would happen,” Luke shakes his head, his voice cracking a little. Your chest feels incredibly tight. Your breaths feel more labored, less easy and free. You don’t want to think about it- the camp without Luke in it. “I wanted you to come with me, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to.”

Luke reaches out and grips your waist. You blink at him in thinly veiled confusion. You feel as if you’re at the mercy of the conversation. You... don’t entirely know what’s happening. His hands sneak up your sides and his fingers clench your shirt collar. Before you can quite recognize what’s happening, his lips meet yours. Almost as soon as the kiss begins, it ends. Luke pulls away before you can even begin to process the situation. 

“I’m sorry,” Luke remarks, his voice cutting through the confused haze lingering in your mind. You take in his clasped hands, the complex expression on his face. There’s something wrong here. You’re not sure why, but you have a dreadful feeling that something bad is going to happen.  

“For what?” For kissing me? For leaving? Your thoughts are running rampant. You lean back a bit further and look up at the sky, trying to calm yourself down. Your companion doesn’t reply for a few moments. “Luke?” He doesn’t respond, but his gaze flickers to the ground near your feet. You look down, dread coiling in your chest when you see a large, venomous scorpion. 

“Oh, fuck-” You try to scramble back further on the rock, but the scorpion is persistent. By the time you grab your sword, it’s already sunken its pincers into your ankle. Its stinger moves quick as lightning and you can’t suppress the pained hiss that crawls out of your throat as it stings you. You fall down to the ground, your vision swirling around you. Your skin is prickling in immense pain, and you weakly look up to the sky. A blurry silhouette moves to stand over you, and you only realize it’s Luke after a few moments. His lips are quirked into a twisted, malicious smirk- one that looks incredibly wrong.

“It’s okay,” Luke whispers, crouching down and gripping your jaw. Your lip is trembling, you realize. The sunlight above suddenly seems to burn holes into your vision. You close your eyes and try not to think about what just happened. Your teeth are chattering and you feel as if your skin is licked with flames. 

Shadows creep along the edges of your sight. You take a shuddering breath and try to keep your eyes open, but the pain in your ankle is taking your energy. Luke’s hand cradles your face, his thumb wiping away the tears you didn’t realize you had shed. Your vision is quickly fading, and the last thing you see before succumbing to the darkness is the torn expression on Luke’s face.

[mrmaybank]

FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: PJO

Title: bad at goodbyes

Character(s): Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Clarisse LaRue, Silena Beauregard, Aphrodite, Connor Stoll, and Travis Stoll

Request: No

Genre: Angst

TW: death, injury,

A/N: they have a little friend group between Connor, Travis, Clarisse, Chris, and Silena (Which Lee, Castor, and Beckendorf use to be apart of), Silena is the readers best friend, and (G/P) stands for godly parent

Masterlist

(M/N) watched as Silena and the rest of Aphrodite cabin exited the black van. There eyes locked (E/C) eyes meeting blue, she smiled at him as she walked over. “You ready for a war?” He asked.

“My mom doesn’t believe in war,” Silena replied.

“Then she shouldn’t be dating Ares, you know cheating isn’t a good look your mom,” This comment earned (M/N) slight shove from Silena.

“Oh shut up, before you strikes you down,” Silena told him.

“She can’t,”

Silena raised an eyebrow at the son (G/P), “Why not?”

“Because then whose love life would she fuck with?” (M/N) laughed, which then in return caused Silena to laugh. About a minute later an arm wrapped it’s self around both (M/N) and Silena’s shoulders. Neither of them need to look to know it was Connor and Travis.

A silence fell upon the now group of four, it only last for a couple of minutes before Silena stuck and her hand and said, “We win for Charlie.”

(M/N) followed her move placing down his hand, “For Lee,” he added.

“Castor,” Travis added as he placed his hand down.

Then finally Connor placed his down, “For Luke,” his voiced cracked as he said his brother’s name. Him and Luke were always close, Travis placed a hand on his younger’s brother shoulder.

“On three,” (M/N) said, the group of the three nodded.

“One, two, three,” they spoke in unison lifting there hands up on three.

“(M/N),” someone shouted, the boy turned around to see Percy waving him over.

“I gotta go, love you guys,” he told them.

“Love you too, (M/N),” Silena replied. (M/N) smiled at her then run off joining his boyfriend.

TIME SKIP

All it all happened to quickly. “ARES!” Clarisse screamed as she charged for the drakon.

“No,” (M/N) heard, Percy mumbled.

“WAIT!” (M/N) screamed but Clarisse couldn’t hear him. She charged straight for the drakon, which spit poison in her face. (M/N) blood ran cold as he watched the Chariot Clarisse was in fell to the ground.

He was frozen, he could only watch as the Ares campers tried to defend her but that’s when he realized. A girl was rushing toward Clarisse, he expected it to be Silena but it wasn’t it was Clarisse herself. Then it dawned upon the boy, tear flooded his eyes, “No!” he screamed.

Rage filled his system, he looked over at Clarisse in there heads they made an agreement. Kill this bitch. (M/N) assisted Clarisse as she drug her sword right between the monsters eyes.

Then without a word both of them run to Silena. Clarisse sat on her left, cradling the girls head in her lap. While (M/N) sat her right holding her hand, “what were you think?” Clarisse asked. (M/N) felt a hand on his shoulder pulling his thoughts from Clarisse and Silena’s conversation.

He turned and saw Percy and Annabeth, “I’m sorry,” Percy told the son (G/P).

(M/N) was gonna respond when he heard Clarisse’s question, “you were the spy?” She asked. He turned to the two girls as he listened to there conversation Silena explaining what happened.

Oh, Silena,” he sighed.

“Forgive me,” Silena took a painful breathe.

“Your not dying,” Clarisse told her.

“Yeah you aren’t,” (M/N) agreed.

“Charlie…,” Silena spoke like she hadn’t hear either of them, “See Charlie…,” (M/N) watched as light left her eyes.

“Silena?” he asked.

No response.

“Silena, please,” he begged.

Percy pulled him up and into a hug, “I’m so sorry, love,” Percy told him. After a couple of seconds, Percy let go of his boyfriend. “She gave her life, for this. We win this for her,” he told him.

The (E/C) boy nodded, “For Silena.”

TIME SKIP

(M/N) sat by himself on a bench as all the olympians partied, he wasn’t in the mood. No even three hours ago he lost his best friend, someone sat down next to him and he looked up to see a beautiful women. She had brown hair and piercing blue eyes, “Hello, (M/N),” she spoke a soothing voice.

He quickly recognized her as Aphrodite, “Hello,” he replied.

“Why aren’t you partying?”

“Not in the mood,” he replied.

“I’m sorry about Silena,” The god replied, “She was a true hero.”

“She was,” Tears filled the boys eyes for the second time that day, “she truly was.” Aphrodite wrapped her arms around the boy pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you, for taking care of my daughter,” she told him, as she pulled from the hug.

“I would have done anything for her,” And that was truth he would have. He would have done anything for her, Beckendorf, Travis, Connor, Percy, Castor, Annabeth, Lee. He would, and would have, done anything for them.

No matter the request because he loved they were his friend and now a good percent of them were gone. And he wasn’t sure what to do yet.

[heartmii]

TOA 01

✮⋆apollo x male!reader

!warnings!: angst, mentions of blood, anything else anyone sees and is uncomfortable with please let me know!

✮⋆˙ woo chapter two!! I'm excited to release this but also super nervous because I added a twist that I'm not sure everyone will love but I mean, it's a story about mythical beings so I decided to just have fun with it!

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“What did you do?” Anger seethed through the ex-god, his shaky breath competed with the rapid thump of his heart against his chest. Apollo’s eyes snapped to the now smug smiling emperor, the fury in his chest growing. 

“Oh? Are you not happy with what you see?” Caligula asked, voice laced with fake concern. He clicked his tongue, his eyes surveying his servants in dissatisfaction. “The gods,” he sighed, shaking his head. “So hard to please. You surprise them with the dead love of their life, and still, it’s not enough for them to say thank you. Such egos, it’s a shame, really.”

Apollo swallowed, an attempt at soothing the dryness that was now overtaking his throat. “That’s not possible. It’s an illusion. It has to be…” he faltered, his body deflating as he dropped onto the ground.

 Apollo was a god turned mortal. He was from the mythical world and saw many things, things that one alone could not comprehend, things that don’t make sense, that shouldn’t be able to happen because it went beyond the natural order of the mortal and mythical world. Yet, somehow, you being brought back from the dead was not an acceptance that came easily to him. 

It’d been years, years, since your death, but you lived. Alive in Apollo’s mind. There was not a day, not a century, not even a millennium, that Apollo did not think of you and the bittersweet memories you two shared. Your grace and your beauty, along with the essence of your soul, were immortalized for eternity in his heart, where he could forever nourish your memory and honor your legacy. 

Please… Who was he kidding? Honoring your legacy? Him? Apollo had done nothing but trash on everything you stood behind! If anything, he went against what you fought so desperately for. There was blood on his hands. The blood of many innocent lives he so easily discarded with no regard for their being. The option of others having a choice was previously nonexistent in the ex-god’s mind. He’d force many people to do his bidding and castigate them if they rejected. 

Including those he loved after your time. 

His heart clenched as Daphne’s horrified face filled his mind. Her expression contrasting his hopeful one as he chased her through the forest surrounding mount Olympus. It was Eros who, so full of spite, caused her to hate the mere thought of Apollo’s face. So much so that she begged her father, Peneus, desperate for help. He’d heard her prayers and granted her salvation.

 But even after the last branch formed from Daphne’s outstretched arm and she had fully become a prospering laurel tree, Apollo did not allow her to rest peacefully. He had plucked the leaves from her branches and formed what was now known to be one of his most notable symbols. The laurel reef.

 Daphne didn’t love Apollo. No, she despised him so much that she believed death was better than remaining on earth with him, but even that he had stolen from her. 

Just like you, Daphne was immortalized in the memories and stories of people but met the tragic fate of being forever tied to the very god that she had died escaping, tainting her name with his own and taking away her right to a peaceful death. Apollo may not have been the one that forced her to take her last breath, but it was he who pushed her to such a state of helplessness that she felt there was no other option. 

Perhaps that was why the thought of you being alive was so agonizing to him, because then you would learn about the monster he had become and how all of those promises he made to you under the moonlight had become nothing but empty words he spewed under the drunken spell of love.

 How could he look you in your eyes now? Eyes that always glimmered with determination as you spouted your ideals and all the great you planned to do in the world…how could he look at those same eyes and say that he failed to do what you had dreamed, what you both dreamed. Even if that dream died for Apollo a long time ago. 

Caligula considered Apollo for a moment before grabbing your arm and moving you back into his line of sight. He turned back to the ex god, his smile now wicked and sadistic, vastly enjoying the conflicting grief in his eyes.

“You haven’t taken a proper look at him. As he was once your lover, there’s no doubt in my mind you’ve memorized his body. You should have no trouble deducing if he’s a fake or not.” 

How odd was it that Apollo, who had been literally fighting for his life these past few months and wanted nothing more but to evade conflict, wished he was dodging swinging swords, and running from giant monsters that chased him and his friends instead of being here, simply standing and being forced to stare at the person most precious to him. 

Yet, he had succumbed to the small part of him that was a tad curious if it truly was you. 

His breath staggered, and he stood on wobbly legs, anxiously meeting your stare, only to regret it immediately. 

There they were, those eyes. Hypnotic as they had willed Apollo into your grasp, and enchanted him with an infatuation that ran deep in his blood. The same hunger swirled within them in a way that could only be described as honest passion. The intensity made Apollo’s heart skip a beat, and he trembled under your gaze. 

It was said that one’s eyes were the window into their soul, a quote which honestly was quite dated and overused, but as you searched deep within Apollo, he felt his own soul stir in response. His body had recognized its missing piece and, like a magnet, it fought to connect again.

Your souls were bound to each other. The fates decreed that the moment you two met. There was no way Apollo wouldn’t have known if you were a fake. 

In case he was completely wrong and in over his head, he took action to make sure he was absolute in his observation. It hurt to tear his sight away from your face, but he allowed himself to survey the rest of you, as Caligula suggested. 

His eyes roamed your body with a frown. 

 How strange. You appeared to be… out of this world. 

Your aura, although it had always been charming, was different in a way Apollo could not put his finger on. Something about you filled him with an irresistible sensation he had never felt with you before. 

Could it be Lester’s human hormones could not handle the gorgeous sight of his past lover and therefore appeared to be more appetizing than usual?

No, that couldn’t be it. Yes, mortals could definitely be extremely tempting creatures, but they didn’t hold the same weight and power as they did with gods. Many felt enchanted just by the mere sight of one. It was not a simple task to break away from their inviting aura and fight the urge to give in to their desires. 

Your aura was similar; An inviting force emitting from you. But how? You weren’t a god… were you? 

Apollo gagged internally at the thought, his insides twisting at the possibility of you being a deity. 

Being mortal was the very essence of your existence. It was nauseating how you nurtured the role like it was your life’s purpose, facing no fear towards things such as death or illness, claiming that these tragedies were simply just a part of being human and running from it would do nothing but force you to live in a world of clouds where you’d constantly be lost amongst the fog. 

Becoming a deity would’ve made your death a vain sacrifice for what you believed and enduring an eternity of grief would’ve been for nothing. Days of forcing the sun to shine upon the earth when Apollo himself was lost in the overwhelming darkness of his heart as his guiding light, his sun, was gone. Constantly, he searched for another you because the void left in him hurt too much, but of course, none had come as close to his heart as you did because in the end, all he wanted was you and he caged his heart behind iron bars out of fear of experiencing grief on that level ever again. 

There was only one who had been close to unlocking his heart again after you. His dear Hyacinthus. Oh, how the boy had reminded Apollo of you in so, so, many ways. The both of you were graceful, heads held high as you smiled at all that you loved. Adored by many as anyone who came to meet you was always enthralled by your allure and hearts of gold. But alas, love was never in Apollo’s favor, and his precious Hyacinthus met a tragic fate when he was murdered by the conniving and envious wind god, Zephyrus. 

It was almost comical how similar your deaths were. A sadistic joke played on Apollo. All hope he ever had for another love as great as you and Hyacinthus went out the window and following that was a now numb and manipulative god who allowed himself to know his lovers but never allowed them to know him. 

All of that guilt he felt for abusing his authority and refusing to see his lover’s as equals, all the shame for not living up to par with what you wanted, would’ve been for nothing. Along with the stab of knowing that you didn’t choose HIM over your ideals when he would’ve burned the world for you, was all too much. No, you couldn’t be a deity because then Apollo would never forgive you. 

He could not bear these thoughts and, for once, Apollo was glad when Caligula spoke to him as he had distracted him from the fogginess building up in his eyes.

Caligula waved his hand in the ex-god’s face, surveying him. “I’ll take the dumb look on your already idiotic face as confirmation that you’ve recognized that this is the real deal.” He turned to you, “I know how, uh… different…Apollo must look to you. Surely, it must be traumatic to come back from the dead and your once powerful and radiant lover is now pathetic, weak, and ugly. Do you believe this to be the god you once loved?”

Apollo huffed, once because he could not deny that Lester’s face was, in fact, idiotic and again because of Caligula’s question. Your eyes were good, but they weren’t that good. Unfortunately, you hadn’t been blessed with seeing beyond the mist, a trait that could’ve saved your life.                  

“You ask him a question he cannot answer. He would not recognize me in such a body—“ 

“Yes.” You cut him off and stepped closer. Apollo sucked in his bottom lip as your hands had come up to run your fingers through his hair. Oh, how he missed your touch. The way you handled him like he was a piece of glass. Then you spoke again, your voice being in that delicious and melodic tone that made heat travel up Apollo’s neck to the tips of his ears. Damn this body. 

“Although in a different body, your scent remains the same… how bizarre. Might it be your soul I smell?” You muttered, your fingers dragging down Apollo’s cheek. 

Apollo shuttered at your touch, the coolness of your finger soothing his warm face. But as much as he wanted to allow you to continue your exploration of his body, he could not shake off what you had said. “My scent—- What does that mean? — How is your nose even that good?—“

“Bravo! It appears love truly conquers all!” Caligula clapped, pulling you away from Apollo and making the ex-god frown. Something wasn’t right about you, besides being a walking corpse. Death was not his domain, but as far as Apollo was aware, coming back from the dead did not include the nose of a hellhound. 

“What did you do to him?” He asked Caligula, pinning his arms to his side as they had once again trembled. 

Caligula stared at Apollo questioningly. “What did I do?” He laughed. “You are funny, dear. This fiasco was not my idea. All I want from you is to squeeze out the final essence of godhood that’s left in that lanky vessel. If you were smart, you would’ve directed your attention to the only witch in the room.” 

Apollo’s eyes swiftly met Medea’s sadistic ones. She had silently been watching the previous conversation from the side. Gods, he was so caught up in the sight of you he had forgotten all about the Wicked Witch of the East.

“How rude of you to put me on the spot. I haven’t prepared my speech.” Medea purrs and approaches, circling around you before landing her hands on your shoulders. “On the contrary, love does not, in fact, conquer all.” She said, referring to Caligula’s earlier comment. 

“Instead, it leads people to their doom. It makes them think with their hearts and not their heads. The most powerful beings,” Apollo cursed himself for flinching after she had eyed him with a knowing look. “Have been brought down onto their knees in the name of love. As you all know, I, myself, have been a victim of this. After Jason betrayed me.” 

“I don’t understand.” Apollo interjected. “I had nothing to do with Jason’s betrayal against you.” 

“Oh, I am aware. But that is not why I brought him up.”

“You see, my heart had never bled as much as it did when I was in love. I yearned to serve Jason. To become half of his soul as his life, his goals, had become my own. I was high on that feeling. A feeling you must know well, yes?” The smile on her face was one Apollo did indeed recognize. 

A smile that did not reach one’s eyes, that was all for show to hide your true misery. He hated sympathizing with the witch, but he knew exactly what she meant. 

It seemed his face wasn’t so good at hiding his feelings either, as Madea had nodded to herself in what seemed to be satisfaction. “I needed something against you, Apollo. But what was something that would hold such great power over an ex-Olympian God? It couldn't be physical, no, that would be too merciful. I needed something, or someone, that could cause such turmoil within you that the thought of even fighting against it would cause you great sorrow.” 

“Well, isn’t that thoughtful? Putting in all that effort into destroying little ol’me.” 

She sneered, her eyes narrowing. “I studied you. Studied how I could control you, and imagine my surprise when I found out about an unclaimed lover of yours.” Her hands go to you, caressing your arms and making Apollo livid. “It seems not everything made it into the history books.”

Grime stained Apollo’s face, becoming one with the hot tears sliding down his cheeks. His hands ached as he pulled apart dirt from the ground with none other than his fingers. He could’ve called someone and ordered them to do the laboring task on their own. But he refused. He had to do this alone. He had to bury you himself. 

 No one should be able to see you, to touch you, to be around you. Not anymore. You were too sacred, too precious for this cursed world. But Apollo was selfish. He took you away from the earth, took you away from the rest of your family, just to have you rest under his domain. 

The god’s choked cries turned into loud sobs as his fingers dug deeper into the sacred dirt of Delos, shimmering gold tainting the soil. He welcomed the blood seeping from his hand; the pain was deserved. It was nothing compared to what you must’ve felt when his father had struck you down, but he needed to feel something. Anything that would compensate for the agony you went through before drawing your final breath. 

Delos, where he and Artemis were born. The land that had once been his aunt, Asteria, who had transformed herself into a floating island to get away from the advances of Zeus.  Where she provided sanctuary for his mother as she ran from the wrath of Hera on earth. This is where Apollo would bury you, a place that would now provide you sanctuary as it did for his family. A place where you could rest unbothered by the world. 

The hole was deep enough now, and Apollo had pulled himself out of it. A coffin waited for him and he involuntarily walked towards it, dragging his hand against it. The coffin had been turned from a simple block of stone to a grand piece of imagery. All along its sides had Apollo carved into it, creating depictions of milestones in your relationship. The first time you met, along with the time he revealed to you he was a god followed by the countless times he’d let you play on his lyre and of course, the first ‘I love you.’ Amongst many more. 

He was gentle with the coffin when he picked it up, moving slowly when he brought it over to the open ground. Apollo bit his lip, holding back his weeping so that he could focus on lowering you into the hole. 

It was done. You were really gone, and Apollo would never be yours again. 

“What are you doing here?” Apollo asked, his voice hoarse and his eyes bleak. He was sitting on the ground, painting a gravestone. 

Grass crunched behind him as someone approached. “You’re burying him here?” 

Apollo’s wrist kept moving, his brush creating faces on the gravestone. Still, he answered, “Cut the crap, Artemis.”

Artemis crossed her arms, frowning at her brother’s words. “I was born here too, Apollo. I have just as much right to be here as you do.” 

“You knew, didn’t you?” Apollo snapped, the brush falling from his fingers. 

“Knew what?” Artemis asked. 

“Don’t lie to me Artemis.” Apollo stood, finally facing his twin. “You knew father would kill him!” 

Artemis flinched as she caught wind of Apollo’s face, the puffiness under his eyes red and throbbing. Yet she recovered quickly, shaking Apollo’s arm away. “Don’t touch me.”

He placed his hands back onto her, gripping her in more of a desperate plea than before. “Please, sister, tell me the truth. Did you know that father would kill him?”

. “I…” she started, her chest growing heavy as she felt Apollo’s fingers shake against her. Swallowing carefully, she moved her eyes to your grave. “Yes, I knew… we all did.”

Apollo’s grip on her tightened, his eyes becoming glassy at the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me? Were you sworn to secrecy? Is that why you didn’t tell me? Father is frightening. I understand if he forced you to swear on the River Styx—”

“He didn’t force me to do anything.” 

“What…?” 

“Oath did not bind me to not say anything to you. I simply chose not to.” Artemis stated, throwing Apollo off of her once again. Her head held high as she watched for his reaction. 

Apollo stared at her, his eyes widening in disbelief. He shook his head. “You knew how much I loved him, you knew father was going to kill him and you didn’t tell me! I don’t understand, Artemis. You are my sister, my twin, my blood. How… how could you?”

“That is exactly why! Apollo, you are my other half. We are two sides of the same coin. We might be related to the others, but their bond is not like ours. That boy was leading you to your demise. I have nothing against him, but you are who I care about most. I didn’t want to see him dead, but I didn’t want to see my brother subjected to an eternal punishment, either.” Artemis finished, her own resolve fading as she too shook at the thought of Apollo being hurt. 

Apollo’s jaw clenched. “Well, sister,” he started, malice seeping into his voice, “It seems you’ve failed anyway because a life without him is the worst punishment I could ever endure.” 

“Demigods!” Medea yelled out, bringing awareness to Meg and Jason’s presence in the room. They couldn’t speak anyway, not while they were stuck in the wind tornadoes Medea had stuck them in. “This is important. Pay attention.” 

“Delphi was a known city-state of ancient Greece. A city state where you, Apollo, were the patron god of. But the Delphi that lives in myths, the one that we know, is not the Delphi that has always been.” 

Through the corner of his eye, Apollo watched as both Meg and Jason’s expressions formed into one of confusion. 

“Once upon a time ago, Apollo betrayed Zeus. However, that’s not a surprise, that is a story that still lives. What didn’t make it, though, was the entire punishment your father had you experience. The gods said you were forced to build the gates of Troy alongside Poseidon. But what they failed to mention was the part where Zeus took everything from you. Your lover and your city. Isn’t that right?”

Apollo opened his mouth to speak, eager to defend his story. He knew where this was going and dread filled his stomach.  

Medea spoke before he could. “Oh, but that’s not even the best part! The original Delphi had its own royal family, a family that your boy-toy had been born to.” She comes to your side, raising your hand up. “Here stands the last prince of Delphi before its initial destruction. After a few years, Apollo rebuilt Delphi and got rid of all the evidence of its history. But thanks to my digging, I could uncover all of this.” 

Behind him, the Pandai were ready to lunge forward and capture Apollo as he had taken on a defensive stance against Medea. “Who told you this? The only person who knew about where I buried him was my sister.” 

Medea scoffed. “Oh, please, if you want to hide the body of your dead lover, do it somewhere that’s not your famous birthplace that everyone knows about. It was the first place I checked.” 

Apollo’s eyes ripped away from hers as blood rushed to his head. She was right, and he was an idiot to think that if someone wanted to find your body, they wouldn’t look on Delos. In his defense, it had been four thousand years since your death. 

Medea smirked at the red dusting Apollo’s cheeks. 

“Everything fell into place for me after that. You preserved his body well, I expected dust only to find that his body was enchanted to stay in good shape. It was perfect for my plan. I needed to bring him back from the dead without actually bringing him back, as I did not want to deal with Hades. He needed to be undead. I looked for spells beyond Ancient Greece and came upon the perfect solution within the dark arts—

“I’ve had enough of your talking,” Apollo sneered, glaring at the witch. “What have you turned him into?” 

“Patience.” She hissed, “I sacrificed my rarest properties along with human blood to create an elixir that would wake up this sleeping beauty. It took days to restore him to full health. But finally, when he did wake, he was radiant. No longer was he a meek mortal. His senses had heightened as he was now strong and blessed with speed, his ears picked up on sounds from miles away, and a nose made for hunting. There’s more, I'm sure of it, but he is still fresh and needs time to develop. So what did I turn him into, you ask?”

Medea sent Apollo one last wicked smile before dropping information that made the ex-god wish he was dead. 

“I have turned the long-lost Prince of Delphi into a vampire.” 

[thealtoduck]

Minor update on what fics i’m working on…

Writing on:

Garfield Logan x Male Reader (Continuation of Working in Madame Xanadu’s parlor and meeting Garfield Logan…)

Dick Grayson x Male Reader (Greek Mythology AU) (Prequel to Sweet Juice)

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader (Farm AU)

Theon Greyjoy x Male Reader

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Making Ideas for:

Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader

PJO x Male Reader

Zan (Wonder Twins) x Male Reader

[wisteriaiswriting]

How about Percy Jackson characters reacting to meeting Male Reader who's the The Ghost Rider from Marvel comics

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕪 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕠𝕟:

When you ride up on your motorbike, he’s thinking and saying, how cool it is.

But when he sees you riding on the side of a building, he has to be pulled away so he doesn’t hop on.

Will ask you to race on the water, you ride and he uses the water anyway. He loses.

Very quickly, he’ll set up a meeting between you and Tyson.

Constantly asks you to join his quests, which technically isn’t breaking the rules as you weren’t assigned.

𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕙 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖:

When you first show up she’s worried you’re similar to Ares.

She likely sees you on a quest, so she’s rightly weary.

Looks through everything to try find anything on you, finding very little.

She’ll ask about you, and if possible ask you face to… skull.

No matter how many questions she asks about or too you, she’ll always look for more.

𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕:

He won’t get too close to you when you’re on fire.

Will try to keep you away from as many plants, and nature in general.

He does appreciate it whenever you protect him, scaring most monsters off.

Later in the friendship he’ll try to find fireproof wood, making you gifts from them.

If you’re ever in a forest or just surrounded by nature, he will keep an eye on you.

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕠 𝔻𝕚 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕠:

He either stays far away, or is curious, so he’ll hang around.

Due to his father being Hades, he likely knows some stuff about you.

When you first met him, (First time he showed up.) He’ll compare you to any similar mythomagic creatures.

When he finds out you can teleport, even if it’s short distances, he is so happy about it.

Often enough, when he’s tired from teleporting, you’ll need to let him ride with you.

𝕃𝕦𝕜𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕟:

At first he believes you’re an enemy, so he tries to fight you.

Eventually notices you not fighting back, realizes his weapons are melting, and the fact you aren’t injured.

Will try to convince you to join, starts plotting if you do.

Plans around your powers, demanding to know them all.

Lets you charge some of the attacks, so you can do what is needed. Just dont ruin his plans.

[averys-place]

Does anyone wanna do a fic swap? Like we both send a request to eachother? Idk if that makes any sense but I thought it’d be a cool idea!

- Atlas

[artemisferris09]

Who should be the male reader's love interest in the Sea Titaness and the Serpent's son

[lady-ashfade]

Percy Jackson hcs?

Friend!Percy who takes longer to look at you then anyone. When he’s talking to you, he’s not looking away. Even when it’s a group conversation he is looking at you to see each thought on your face, how you react.

Friend!Percy will somehow always show up and give you something he found, shells, flowers, rocks or a cool looking leaf. Saying “I just had to show it to you.”

Friend!Percy who finds himself freaking out when he sees the shoe boxes full of everything he had ever given you and teases you about it. But he doesn’t really understand why he loves it so much.

Friend!Percy who refused to let any male approach you alone. Being the protective “friend” type. And constantly finds himself, and others, glaring at any boy who is looking at you or working with you in any way.

Friend!Percy who sees you all dressed up for the first time. A fancy outfit that compliments your body just right. Any jewelry you have on looking amazing.

Friend!Percy who starts to notice just how beautiful his best friend is.

Friend!Percy that fumbles over his words and awkwardly clearing his throat as you approached him acting normal but the way you look at him makes his cheeks flush.

Friend!Percy who calls you beautiful. Loving the way you look away from him at the compliment.

Friend!Percy who later asks you for a dance. He takes your hips into his hands and dances slowly just looking at you. He doesn’t even know what to say as he is so caught up in your beauty and can’t believe he’s never noticed before.

Friend!Percy gets flustered when you start talking to him but is trying to not make things awkward. Even when he’s thinking of how your lips would feel on his.

Friend!Percy doesn’t notice that the slow song is over even when you both stop dancing. The people around you start to dances more freely but the two of you just stand still looking at each other.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?”

Friend!Percy who is stunned at your words and now he feels so relieved. He makes sure he heard right by looking at you to make sure you are okay with it.

Friend!Percy who leans in to met your lips with a soft kiss as he tugs you closer, making the room silent to him. He doesn’t think of anyone but you and how you feel.

Boyfriend!Percy who now never stops kissing your lips any chance he gets.

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Requested: Luke Castellan x Male! Reader

synopsis: reader tries to find an alternative for Luke, but Luke isnt having it

Sorry I changed some of it cuz I wasn’t sure how to go about it! hope thats alright

You paced back and forth trying to come up with some other option. Luke had given you an ultimatum, either join forces with him and Kronos or never see him again. And the choice was weighing you down heavily.

How were you supposed to choose between your boyfriend who stood on the side of evil, or the found family you had at camp half-blood. It wasn’t a fair choice at all. You wanted to say that anyone who would make you choose, should be the one you lose but you loved him to much for that to be an option.

Later that night when Luke came back he sat beside you on your bed, his hand lightly covering yours. “So, have you made your choice?” you sucked in a deep breath. “Can’t we just runaway together? Start a new life far away from here?” You could tell he didn’t like your answer but you were dead-set on making him say yes. “I mean think about it, we could leave the country, make a life of our own. Hide away somewhere just the two of us, we don’t need anything else, just each-” he cut you off while abruptly standing up, “No! Either way the gods will always be watching!” you knew how he got with arguments but you couldn’t help it, “And you think Kronos wouldn’t always be watching if he took charge!? Do you really think he wouldn’t take advantage of being in power!?”

He was mad, boiling with rage, the tips of his ears going red along with his face. “You’re just a stupid boy, you don’t know anything!” you scoffed at his remark, “Says the one who’s got no clue what would happen to him, if Kronos took charge, especially if you intend to be vessel for him! You’d die or at least part of you would, maybe part of you already has. Because the boy who loved me; This isn’t him.”

You wanted to punch him, throw him out of your cabin, scream at him. But at the same time you wanted to show him you still cared for him, that you loved him despite what he was turning into.

“Or maybe you don’t love me enough to trust me” you laughed in his face, “I would’ve followed you anywhere, because i trusted you would keep me safe and that I could keep you safe. But this is something neither of us can protect each other from. I love you enough to tell you when you’re going off the rails. I love you enough to warn you of danger when i see it.” Luke looked down, more ashamed in himself now than ever, “I’m still leaving tonight.” He muttered quietly, “just didn’t want to leave you behind.” You sighed before sitting down next to him, “I’m not joining you, I’m not gonna sit back and watch you do something reckless that can and probably will kill you. I’m sorry, but I love you to much to sit back and allow that.”

“I love you” he kissed your cheek before making his way to the door, opening and closing it behind him. Leaving you lost and broke, knowing you did all you could to help him. Not knowing if you’d ever see your first love again.