#your casual daughter of apollo

[roguerambles]

A Moment of Respite

Blood of Zeus - Heron x Hera's!Daughter Reader

Warnings - 18+Only.

I've had this sitting in my drafts for ages and I want to get it out before I try any Season 2 stuff. Plus I just like the idea of these two, okay--

Kind of a Part 4 to Trouble.

Enjoy the Rambles!

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Training was not going well.

You cringed as Heron flew across the arena, crashing into the sands with a pained groan. The automaton returned to its standing position dispassionately, and beside you Zeus sighed heavily.

It had been days since Mother had left Olympus, taking some of the other Gods of Olympus with her to the Underworld. Hades had apparently allowed them sanctuary, although he declared he would be taking no further involvement than that.

...your wrist ached as the memory of Mother’s hand grasping you, Hera and Zeus’s raised voices, Mother’s betrayed expression melting into a fury you had never had directed at you before flashed across your mind.

You had chosen to stay on Olympus, and Mother and Ares had left, others at their heels.

“Zeus.” Hephaestus spoke from behind you, his voice low and gruff. “This isn’t working.”

Zeus’s jaw clenched as Heron went hurtling across the arena once more, kicking up a dust cloud of sand as he crashed into the ground with a loud, painful sounding thump. “He needs to unlock his potential.” His large hands gripped the stonework of the balcony in front of him. “Soon.”

You were not much of a warrior, but you were fairly certain that if Hephaestus’s contraptions broke every bone in Heron’s body, that would be rather counterproductive to improving Heron’s combat efficiency.

As Zeus and Hephaestus continued to bicker in hushed voices, you felt a warm presence appear at your side. Apollo sighed as he leaned against the balcony, peering down into the training ground where Heron stumbled to his feet once more.

“He doesn’t give up, at least.”

“Is this really the best approach?” You nervously played with your hands as you watched Heron get up and be knocked down, over and over.

Apollo shrugged. “Athena is too busy preparing the defences, and Ares is with Hera. We don’t have a lot of options, training wise.”

You both continued to watch for a while, and you could feel your stomach sinking the longer it went on. Heron barely glanced your way.

You had not spoken since the night Mother had left, but the memory of Heron shocked expression as he looked at you – really looked at you – and the blind panic it had created in you made your stomach churn. You had fled to your room and would probably still be there if Hermes hadn’t forced you out.

“You should say hello.”

Your head snapped around to stare at Apollo, you was still looking out over the balcony. “I should what?”

“You should go over and talk to him.” Apollo replied casually, as though he were suggesting something completely normal. “The staring is getting a little old.”

“I am not—I am not staring.”

“Heron!” Apollo called out abruptly, loudly, and to your horror Heron actually looked up towards you. “Would you like some water? We have plenty over here—”

You turned to flee somewhere far, far away, only for Hermes – where in Tartarus did he come from – to appear, blocking your way with a small, but noticeable smile.

Traitor!

Zeus sounded displeased. “Interruptions are not—”

Apollo grabbed his father’s arm and began tugging him towards the stairs, so suddenly Zeus stumbled. “You are correct, Father, we should check the equipment on the other side of the arena—”

Zeus looked confused as Hermes joined Apollo in practically dragging the King down the stairs. Hephaestus rolled his eyes and stalked towards the automaton, muttering something about “those bloody sons of Zeus”. You were rooted to the stop as Heron slowly approached, his head low, as though he were struggling to meet your eye.

Your heart clenched as Heron busied himself gathering water, taking somewhat longer than was required for the task. The silence was so dense you felt it were almost choking you. You scrambled for something, anything, to say, but your mind was a void of disjointed words. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you. I couldn’t tell you. Please don’t be angry. I’m sorry for Electra, I’m so—

“…you’re short.”

You were yanked from your frazzled thoughts when Heron finally said something. You looked at him in confusion, while Heron cringed, looking frustrated with himself. “I…pardon?”

“I just mean….” Heron rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but directly at you. “You…the others are….you look different. Not bad, you’re beautiful, I just mean—”

“Oh. Oh! Right, yes, well, I wasn’t born like the rest of them. Mother—she made me out of clay.” Heron lifted his head to stare at you blankly. You felt your cheeks burn. “It is…unusual, I know.”

“…I’m sorry, was that rude—”

“No, no, not at all, you should hear how Apollo and Artemis were born—”

Silence fell over you again as you both fumbled over your words. You were torn between fleeing the arena altogether and staying exactly where you were because awkward or not you and Heron were talking. Over his shoulder you could see Zeus and Hephaestus by the automaton, and knew Heron would be pulled away soon. You inhaled deeply, steeling your nerves. I am the Queen of the Heavens daughter, by the Fates, act like it. “Heron….I am so sorry. About…about your mother.”

Heron looked pained, his fingers clenching around the waterskin in his hand. “…it was Hera, wasn’t it?”

It wasn’t a question, and you both knew it. You bowed your head, yours eyes beginning to sting. Do not cry. This isn’t about you.

“…yes.” You forced out, your throat feeling thick. “Heron…Heron, I know it’s not enough, but I’m sorry—”

“Why?” Heron cleared his throat, tossing the waterskin down. “It’s not your fault. You weren’t even there.”

“But….” You bit your lip. “Mother…I mean… Hera is—”

“Your mother, I know.” Heron wasn’t quite looking at you again, but he didn’t sound angry. Grief clung to his voice, and you fought the impulse to reach for his hand. “And Zeus is my…father. That alone made mother and I targets for Hera’s wrath. You had nothing to do with it.”

“Heron—”

Heron started to laugh.

You faltered, and watched as Heron hurriedly clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as though startled by his own reaction. “I…I am sorry.” He choked out, eyes wide even as you caught glimpse of a mirthful smile behind his fingers. “Please…please continue…”

Your anxiety was briefly overpowered by confusion. “What…what is so amusing…?”

Heron’s shoulders began to shake. “I…I assumed your parents would disapprove of me.” He said, and the words seemed to break something in him. He doubled over, grasping his knees, eyes squeezing shut as he began to laugh even harder. “Now…now it turns out your mother is Hera. And…and I am the bastard son of her philandering husband….!”

You stared owlishly at him as his laugh grew louder – you could see Zeus and Hephaestus watching from the side-lines, their expressions suggesting concern that the automaton had hit Heron harder than they had feared.

“That’s…well yes, that is….Heron….Heron, it’s not funny!”

Heron tried to reply, but it came out as a wheeze. “I…gods…I had no idea…!”

You could feel a smile beginning to creep onto your face and tried to squash it, but Heron’s laughter was infectious, and was the most happy you’d seen him in…well, a while. “Well…no, I suppose…I suppose you are not what my mother would consider an ideal suitor…”

That brought on another wave of near hysterical laughter, and you found yourself giggling along with Heron, until you were both cackling like lunatics in the middle of the arena. You slumped against Heron’s shoulder, clamping a hand over your mouth as you saw Zeus heading towards you both.

“…if you are both finished?” He asked dryly, his eyebrows raised. Heron’s laughter stuttered to a stop, but he didn’t move away from you, the feeling of his body against yours leaving warmth against your skin.

You reluctantly straightened up, brushing away non-existent creases in your dress. “I suppose….” You gestured wordless at the arena. Zeus eyed you cautiously, before clearing his throat and turning back towards the automaton, as though he were examining it. Heron rolled his eyes slightly as you bit down a chuckle – you supposed he was trying to give you both a moment.

“Wish me luck.” Heron gripped his sword, his free hand rising to sheepishly rub his neck. “I think I’ll need a fair share of it…”

You laughed slightly, reaching out to gently pat his arm. He smiled in response, before sighing and trudging after Zeus.

“I think that went well.” Hermes said cheerfully from behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin. “Don’t you think that went well, Apollo?”

“Indeed!” The Sun God chirped, appearing at your side. “See? All is well that ends well.”

“You two do remember…” Artemis sighed from somewhere behind you – when did she get here? – “…the approaching civil war, yes?”

“Small victories, dearest sister.”

You flushed and turned to stride back towards the stands, while Hermes and Apollo snickered to themselves. Artemis rolled her eyes as you sat beside her, although a small, teasing smile began to tug at her mouth. “Although….I did notice he didn’t deny it when you described him as a suitor.”

“Artemis!”

You blushed furiously as the Goddess of the Hunt laughed, and your stubbornly kept your gaze ahead, focusing on Heron on the sands below, feeling just a little bit lighter than before.

[crownofgildedlilies]

oh, don't let your sunshine burn me!

in which: a son of hephaestus discovers a problem he can't solve. mainly, a daughter apollo who doesn't realize just how much her smiles hurt him.

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of apollo!reader

warnings: not proof read, slight cursing (otherwise, n/a)

tropes: friends to lovers, fluff, pining

word count: 3k

notes: my inaugural fic post on this blog. how special. plz enjoy. feedback is much appreciated.

Leo Valdez was going to lose his mind.

Or maybe a limb. Maybe that would get your attention. He wasn't going to pretend that he wasn't that desperate for you to turn your focus to him.

Stupid Garrett from stupid Ares. Why did he have to go and nearly get his head chopped off by Clarisse while sparring, stealing his thunder?

He should have done more than let his finger slip while hammering away in bunker nine. An exciting injury would have earned the most prized reward of your attention, for sure.

"Are you sure she's too busy?" Leo asked Will for probably four times too many to be considered casual. The blond only rolled his eyes and shoved an icepack into Leo's chest, nearly knocking him back a step, snapping him from his far too obvious admiring of you.

Even from across the infirmary, three hours into your shift, you stole the wind from his lungs. He was convinced you were a favorite of Apollo's, what with the way you glowed and lit up every room you were in.

Which is how he ended up in his current predicament. Absolutely desperate for any hint of your sunshine smile sent in his direction.

"Positive. Now, get out." Will confirmed, checking things off on his clipboard. Leo figured he was probably recording basic information like the patient—himself—had all his limbs, both eyes, ten fingers, and was practically drooling at his half-sister. Leo darted another glance across the room to you, still diligently assessing moronic Garrett from Ares who had been brain dead enough to accept Clarisse's offer of sparring.

Why were you blushing so much?

Something awful and too familiar twisted in his stomach, and all Leo could hear was Piper's voice telling him that he better make his move on you soon, because you were too sweet and too pretty to remain single much longer.

"When's her break again?" Leo asked, ignoring the way Will tipped his head back and closed his eyes, like he was praying for the strength to not hit his patient while under his care.

"And you can't ask her yourself because...?" Will prompted, dragging out the final word and forcing Leo to snap his attention towards the son of Apollo, his jaw practically open in shock.

"Because then she'll know I'm totally into her!" Leo whisper-shouted, waving his hands around as if to emphasize his point.

"You come in here everyday with a new injury asking for her to fix you up." Will pointed out, voice flat. "If she hasn't figured it out yet, I'm not sure she will. You should probably just be direct and ask her out."

Leo narrowed his eyes at Will, but on a rare miracle, he was at a loss for words. Maybe Will had a point. Leo was never exactly good at being subtle about his many, many, crushes, and if you hadn't realized he was hopelessly in love with you yet, then maybe he was safe from feeling the sting of your rejection.

"You're not going to talk to her, are you?" Will sighed, tilting his head slightly as he studied Leo, who, despite having already been given the magic remedy of an ice pack, remained perched on the side of a cot used as a medic's bed.

Leo shook his head side-to-side so quickly Will was a blur of blond hair and orange t-shirt in front of him.

"No can do." Leo said solemnly. "She's miles out of my league. Not even I'm stupid enough to think I have a shot with her."

"Well, at least Garrett isn't as oblivious as you," Will shrugged, shooting Leo a pointed look he didn't understand. The ugly feeling was back in Leo's stomach as he darted his attention towards you and the gods-damned son of Ares.

You were laughing, and Leo wasn't the cause.

Jealousy flared up in him.

You, on the other hand, were completely ignorant to the conversation occurring on the opposite side of the infirmary, far too engrossed in charismatic Garrett from Ares who was retelling the story of how Clarisse had knocked him on his ass and sent him to get bandaged up.

For a child of the war god, he was surprisingly graceful in his defeat.

"Next time, at least bring a shield with you." You smiled at Garrett, checking off the final few items on your clipboard. No major injuries towards his limbs, nor his ten fingers, neither of his eyes had been affected, and he was able to hold a proper conversation with you. "Otherwise I've got nothing else for you. Just an order to take the rest of the day easy."

"I can manage that," Garrett relented, which, for a demigod, was a pretty big ask. Taking it easy was never really an option when one of your parents was a god or goddess. "Hey, any particular reason Valdez is looking at me like he's going to send one of his inventions after me?"

Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced yourself to act casual as you turned around slightly, finding that Leo had in fact found his way into the infirmary and in fact was staring at Garrett like he might make a good snack for Festus.

You had been starting to worry, thinking that maybe he wasn't going to show up that day.

"Dunno," You shrugged, ducking your face into your clipboard so you didn't have to look at Leo, or Garrett, or Will—who was sending you a look that was both pointed and annoyed at the same time. "But you're set to go."

"Perfect," Garrett jumped off of the examination bed, acting like he hadn't been carried in by two of his half-brothers, a sly grin on his face. "You sure that's not jealousy on Valdez's face?"

"What? Why would Leo be jealous?" You were ashamed to admit you stumbled over your words, your face turning a vibrant shade of red, as you considered the implication of Garrett's words. That Leo might have been into you, enough that just the sight of you talking to Garrett might have been enough to turn his mood sour. "We're just friends."

"Sure," Garrett grinned wickedly, the kind of grin only children of Ares could ever create. The kind that told he totally didn't believe her rushed dismissal of his words. "All I want is an invitation to the wedding. Talk to you later!"

Garrett darted off before you could swat at him with your clipboard, your face flushed with embarrassment. Gods, were you really that obvious in your crush on Leo?

Sure, he came into the infirmary just about every day you were working, with some minor injury or another for you to tend to. And maybe you took a little longer to heal him than you did when Percy or the Stolls came in, were a little sweeter, but were you so transparent that even Garrett from Ares knew what you felt?

"For the love of all the gods and goddesses, would you please just go talk to him?" Will grumbled, borderline exhausted, as he appeared at your side. You jumped, nearly lost in thought, and narrowed your sunshine stare at your half-brother. "He won't leave until he gets the chance to brag to you about his latest made-up injury."

You didn't have to ask who Will was talking about. Leo was still watching you from across the room, rather impatiently. He'd managed to find a few loose bolts and washers and was currently inventing something you couldn't comprehend while he stared very pointedly at the ground by your feet, having averted his stare the moment you darted yours in his direction.

"Shut up," You mumbled to Will, but regardless you dashed off across the room with what felt like permission to engage in your favorite part of the day.

You had received Apollo's gifts of healing, not his poetic words. And every day you cursed that fact, because never could you put into words just how much being around Leo Valdez made you feel centered within yourself. It was like his very personality gave you permission to the version of you that was nearly lost to time and circumstance and the tragedy of being a Greek hero.

"What's the problem today?" You grinned, the smile your half-siblings claimed shined brightest in the camp plastered on your face almost of its own accord as you stood before Leo.

"My hand, Doc." He sighed, playing along and holding up his left hand while the right shoved the ice pack Will had already given him behind his back. You snorted a laugh, and Leo's grin broke out from the solemn facade he had attempted. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to work again if you don't help me."

"Well there's only one solution," You nodded, pretending to read something off of your clipboard—which was still filled out with Garrett's information.

"Anything you recommend is good with me," Leo leaned closer, trying to read over the edge of your clipboard, which you quickly tugged close to your body.

"Right, I've got it." You grinned, dropping your face closer to his, almost like your heart was in control of your body instead of your mind. Leo nodded, and you would have sworn you saw his gaze shoot to your lips for the briefest of seconds. "Amputation. Mr. Valdez, I'm afraid we're going to have to take your hand off."

"But, that's my pretty hand!" Leo protested, playing into your joke quickly. You couldn't even pretend to hide your smile, laughter falling past your lips just as easily as breathing.

"Then I'm afraid there's nothing else we can do for you." You shook your head, grinning widely at Leo, who was—for a guy with ADHD as severe as him—giving you his full attention. "You're free to go. I'll see you and your pretty hand at the bonfire tonight."

"Glad to hear you agree that my hand is pretty." Leo slid off of the examination bed with a grin that had you flushing and looking over the contents of your clipboard simply for something to do with your eyes. "See you later, Doc."

Waving, you sent Leo off.

Over the course of the following week, Leo had found himself at the infirmary—during your shifts only—six more times.

Three smashed fingers from equipment you knew for a fact he knew how to handle properly. One cut to his arm from a piece of scrap metal. A paper cut.

On Thursday, he came in complaining of a serious burn.

"Doc, you'll never believe it. My whole arm caught on fire."

Will hadn't let him into the infirmary, claiming that Leo needed a better lie than that to come visit, since everyone already knew he was fireproof.

Leo came back fifteen minutes later with a second paper cut. Will took his break an hour early, claiming he needed to for his sanity.

But then you didn't so much as catch a glimpse of Leo for four straight days.

You felt more than a little pathetic, jumping every time the door to the infirmary opened, hoping against hope that it would be the curly haired son of Hephaestus you so adored.

On the afternoon of the fifth day, the door opened and you couldn't stop the way your body instinctively twisted around from where you words repacking first aide kits that were left in various locations around camp.

But it wasn't Leo standing at the door, but Piper.

You weren't the closest with her, but you were friendly. So you didn't think she was there for you, at first, until you saw her talking to your half-sister Stella and pointing towards you.

"Hey," Piper's voice had an edge of seriousness to it that snagged your attention, halting your efforts of resupplying. "I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."

"Okay...?" You trailed off, not sure what she could have needed from you.

"Would you be willing to talk to Leo for me? He's in Bunker Nine, convinced he's going to make some big breakthrough on whatever machine he's currently working on." Piper explained and you nodded slowly, not seeing the problem. From your conversations with Leo, he always seemed to be in the middle of some big breakthrough. "He hadn't come out in four days. It's not healthy."

You frowned, trying to recall the last time you'd seen Leo at any of the meals. And when your mind came up blank, you settled on your answer to Piper's request.

"I'll talk to him."

You had never been to Bunker Nine.

As much as you talked to Leo, pretty much everyday, it was always in yours and shared spaces. The infirmary, mainly, but every once in a while at the dining pavilion or at the camp bonfires.

But you could barely focus on any one thing in the bunker. Half-finished projects littered the space, along with countless tools, scraps, and blueprints tacked haphazardly against walls and bulletin boards.

Since it was nearly dinner, the bunker had cleared out of all but one of its occupants. Perched over a table, working so diligently he didn't hear you approach, was none other than Leo Valdez.

Without thinking of the consequences, you dropped the canvas bag you had brought with you on his worktable, startling him so much he jumped in surprise and nearly sent his latest project clattering to the floor.

"Gods!" He shouted, wide eyed and hand pressed to his chest as if he could physically calm his racing heart. You couldn't help the way you grinned, a little lopsided, wholly endeared by him. "Sorry, were you trying to kill me? Because, if so, mission almost accomplished!"

"Actually, the opposite." With a confidence you didn't really possess, you leaned against the worktable next to him and started pulling tinfoil wrapped sandwiches out of the bag. "Everyone's convinced I'm your appointed caretaker, since you don't seem to do it yourself."

Leo had the good sense to seem chastised by the glare you sent him following your words. It wasn't like he could deny it, anyways. How many times had he ended up on your patient list?

"Did Jason put you up to this?"

"Piper," You confirmed, pushing a wrapped sandwich across the table towards him. Next out of the bag was a metal bowl, the bottom slightly charred and filled with paper scraps and twigs. "Light this for me, will you, please?"

"Well, when you ask so nicely," Leo grinned, a ball of flame forming in his palm and igniting the twigs in the bowl. Without needing to be told, Leo unwrapped his sandwich and ripped off a chunk to throw into the flames.

You copied his actions. And if you made a wordless prayer to Aphrodite to ask for a little assistance, that was no one's business but your own.

"I've..." You hesitated, darting a glance to Leo before focusing on your sandwich, biting down your declaration that you've missed him in the infirmary. He had already started eating, only further proof that he had been skipping meals while holed up in the bunker. "How come you're always getting hurt, Mr. Clumsy? I thought children of Hephaestus are supposed to be good in the forges."

You would have sworn you saw Leo blush, but your attention quickly darted away from him the moment he lifted his eyes to yours.

"You sure you wanna know the truth?" Leo asked his voice a kind of serious that was almost out of character for him. You nodded, slowly, and forced yourself to meet his eye. "I've been getting hurt on purpose."

"Leo Valdez!"

"Wait, let me finish!" Leo held up his hands to defend himself from your words and your glare, the healer in your absolutely hated the fact that Leo would have done anything to intentionally cause himself harm. "I did it because I got an excuse to see you."

"What?" For a child of Apollo, you sure didn't have a way with words. Distantly, you cursed the fact that you were a gifted healer and not a poet, because you knew what Leo's words meant and yet you couldn't get your own to function. "Wait—"

"I know this sounds stupid," Leo dragged a hand through the dark, disheveled curls atop his head. "But Will wouldn't let me in to see you if I wasn't hurt! So I... maybe... lied, a little bit."

You frowned, in thought. Thinking back, you couldn't remember Leo ever actually being hurt beyond the occasional cut or scrap. You'd always been so caught up in him and his visits to notice.

"I swear I'm not weird. I just really like you." Leo winced, no doubt taking your silence in a bad way.

And you weren't one of Apollo's poetically gifted children, so you simply pressed your lips against his and hoped he got the message.

It was a short kiss, a good first kiss, you noted with no small satisfaction. Your lips tingled and your fingertips were buzzing—and Leo looked like he had just won the lottery.

"You're sweet," You smiled, a thousand watt one that maybe Leo adored as much as your half-siblings did, and nudged his sandwich closer to him. "But you're banned from the infirmary unless you're actively dying. And for real!"

Leo paused, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to create a scenario that would get him past the barrier of your totally official and absolutely within rules ban.

"I can make that happen,"

"No, you can't," You tried to shoot him a discouraging look, but your smile was far too wide to deal any real damage. "Or else I'll go to tonight's bonfire with someone else."

"Nope!" He shook his head quickly, hair bouncing with the movement and expression light with an impish grin. "You kissed me, Doc. You're stuck with me, now."

You smiled, silently deciding you wouldn't mind being stuck with him.

"That's what I thought."

Leaning over to press a second kiss to the corner of his lips, you pretended not to notice the sparks dancing in his curls.

[pumpkinbxtch]

hello, a request please, from apollo x readerposeidon, how does apollo react if hermes tries to flirt with his girlfriend reader (hermes just wants to bother his older brother)

• this is a message for THAT nereid!

— apollo x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hi baby. here's your apollo crew being jealous there's nothing more like him than that.

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Apollo started biting his nails as soon as he heard your laughter echoing in his dining room, which he found stupid because it was HIS dining room and you were laughing with another guy right in his face. Well, it was not just another guy, it was his brother, which made it a million times worse.

His visits used to be enjoyable, now not so much.

— So, ¿what do you say? — Hermes asked, winking at you, and Apollo wondered about the sudden need to make his life miserable by looking you in that way.

Your lips painted another smile as you playfully shook your head, glancing sideways at your boyfriend, who was struggling not to throw the vase at his brother's face. Honestly, it amused you. “This is for all the times you let that Nereid flirt with you in front of me,” you thought, it was your perfect revenge, and with his brother willing to play along, they were hitting the nail on the head.

— Hmm. What do you say, darling? We can stay in that house for the summer. It's close to the water, and I think it would help me train while waiting for the swimming tryouts.

Apollo forced a smile and nodded silently, if he spoke, he'd surely yell. Hermes played with the crystal glass and leaned slightly towards you.

— Even if my brother can't be with you all the time, you can go on your own — he said, looking at his brother, pretending to be kind, and Apollo felt his blood boil. — I'll keep an eye on her for you, brother.

Apollo scoffed — I don't want you keeping any eye on my girlfriend, thanks.

The double entendre floated between you, and you pressed your lips together, trying not to smile.

Hermes ran his hand through his black curls while making loops with his hand, trying to find words to elaborate. That was exasperating, Apollo thought he was just trying to look dashing. For his misfortune, his brother kept talking.

— I think it'll be fine, she needs it for her training, after all, right? — He turned to you with the blue eyes that every son of Zeus seemed to possess. — Although, they should fear you from now on, doll.

Apollo choked at that word and drew both of your attention.

— Is everything alright, Apollo? — Hermes smiled maliciously, and the sun god remembered the stupid rule that whoever gets angry first loses.

— Nothing — Apollo replied, snapping his fingers to start the music. maybe breaking that stupid tension.

When “The Girl Is Mine” by Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney started, you were close to crack up. You couldn’t believe him.

— I love this song, little bro — Hermes hummed while drumming his fingers on the glass table, passing over the message on purpose.

“'Little bro'? I'm the older one,” Apollo thought, annoyed. He couldn't wait to kick that idiot out of his mansion.

The part with the ex-beatle began, and the messenger of the gods leaned closer and starting to sing to you.

— I love you more than he… — Hermes winked at you.

— Okay, enough — Apollo exclaimed, standing up and covering his brother's mouth with his hand. He kept singing even as his voice died in your boyfriend's palms.

 Apollo growled and shot you a furious look before disappearing with him in a golden dust.

As you were left alone in the dining room, you burst into laughter and took a sip of water, impressed by your brother-in-law's performance.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and you masked your smile with a serious expression.

 Apollo dusted off his hands and sat back down, his eyes fixed in the center of the table. You cleared your throat and casually propped one leg up on the chair, playing with your hair as you listened to him rant.

— And tell me, my love —your voice echoed through the palace vaults, — how does it feel? — In the midst of those emotions that had him on the edge of a psychotic episode, that question caught him off guard. You raised your eyebrows sanctimoniously and smiled smugly.

Oh.

— You! — He pointed at you accusingly, and you ran off giggling.

As he tried to catch up with you, he heard the echoes of the palace bringing the reason you played along with his brother's stupid game: “Tell that damn Nereid to screw off, you're mine!” And the brake on his heels, now fearing you'd walk back to him.

Okay, you won. Definitely, Apollo wouldn't even talk to a rock if it kept you from flirting with his brother again.

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[rlqfpdl]

All I want is you

Apollo!Fem!reader x Jason Grace

Summary: You can’t help but admire Jason. Not knowing he’s doing the same.

Contains: fluff. Characters might seem a bit ooc.

A/N: I noticed the lack of Jason fics so hope you all enjoy this one. I had such fun writing it. Feedback is always welcomed and reqs are open <3

Word count: 1.1k

His skin seemed to glow perfectly, his eyes sparkled with the sun. His perfect silky blonde hair was a bit messy, like he had just woken up. Gods, it was flawless, like gold. His slightly tilted glasses made him look cuter than when he didn't have them on. If you didn't know any better, you would say you're enamored, captivated, charmed, enchan…

“Stop staring, you're drooling,” Will said, pointing towards the corner of his lip and casually continuing to eat his breakfast. You brought your finger towards your lip to confirm. How embarrassing, you thought. “I wasn't staring. I don't know what I could ever be staring at,'' you defended, avoiding Will's gaze. Suddenly, your plate was really interesting as you fiddled around with some pancakes. Smooth, gaslight your brother into thinking he's the crazy one. 

“Sure lover girl, let's pretend you weren't ogling at Mr. Sparky over there,” Will just knew how to push your buttons. Both of you being top healers meant you knew each other better than the rest of your siblings. Sadly, that also meant he knew your weaknesses all too well like a certain blonde he kept talking about.

 “He's way out of my league” you rebutted. You didn't give yourself enough credit. Most would assume you were a daughter of Aphrodite if it weren't for the distinct freckles and soft glow that every Apollo kid seems to have. 

“Yeah well, he likes you back. you guys just need to be a little less shy” he stated as if it were a fact. But it wasn't, well, at least not for you. Jason was just too handsome. Sure, the Aphrodite boys were too, and so were some of the Hermes boys, but Jason was just different in your eyes. It wasn't only about looks; it was his caring personality and how nice he could be. Not that it was a surprise, but considering he is the son of Jupiter you would have thought he would be a little more conceited. 

”You know, you keep saying that, but I don't see it. Plus I can't think of crushes right now; we have to prepare the infirmary.” both you and Will know that deep down, you wanted to believe that Jason liked you back but were always ‘too busy’ to talk about your feelings. 

Especially on capture the flag days, You weren't one to participate; fighting isn't your thing. You were half decent with a bow but just awful at playing, landing you with the amazing job of nursing everyone back to health. You would think people knew better than to slash each other to almost death, knowing that their desert privilege was on the line. But that never seemed to stop anyone from creating more work for the Apollo cabin. 

You sighed as you prepared some of the beds in the infirmary, having gauzes and ambrosia ready at your disposal. Singing softly as you worked, maybe you weren't blessed with amazing archery skills or astonishing arts abilities, but you had other skills in your favor. Like your voice and talent with the lyre. Most of the camp would agree that you were the best singer from the Apollo cabin, often leading the sing-alongs at the campfires or just singing sweet children's songs to the little ones at camp. 

Caught up in your singing and folding of sheets, you didn't hear the conch being blown or the screaming campers celebrating their victory or announcing their complaints over losing. So, to say you almost had a heart attack when you heard a soft voice call your name was truly an understatement. 

“Gods Austin you scared me,” you said, looking at your brother as he smiled softly, “Sorry you just have a patient ready for you, doc,” he said, smirking slightly as he was up to something. “I'll attend some; tell Will to take care of the rest” You turned around, not looking at your now creepily smiling brother. You started putting a little tray on one of the beds . Austin continued talking, “Oh but there is this camper who has specially requested for you,” he said as he dragged said camper towards you. “Okay well bring them up; i don't have time to attend everybody,” your voice started to faint as you looked up towards this oh so special camper that requested you. 

“I can come back at another time if you're too busy,” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head with rosy cheeks, he was embarrassed. But now you sported matching red cheeks as you looked at him intensely in awe of his presence. “No, you fine Jason please sit” you gestured towards the bed. “I got nicked with a sword; it's not that bad” he explained, tilting his head, his voice was ringing in your ears like a charm.

“Can i touch your face” you mumbled as you began to study the small gash he had from afar. “Sure,” Jason stuttered a bit, his face getting a little bit redder. You softly touched his jaw, further inspecting his injury. “Well, it's not deep enough for ambrosia or nectar, but it's still kind of deep,” you stated grabbing a cotton ball with a pair of tweezers “I’m just going to clean it up and heal it ,” you said, your voice shaking a bit. Jason could only muster a hum as you placed a tiny amount of alcohol into his wound. He winced at the sting, but it didn't seem to bother him that much, especially with how gently you touched his face. 

Both of you fell into an uncomfortable silence, not knowing what to say, faces a bit too close to each other, entering in panic mode. Yet Jason built up enough courage as he whispered a faint “Your voice is so beautiful.” You couldn't help but look into his blue eyes, eternally getting lost in those precious sky-blue irises. Your faces got closer slowly, instinctively, as if it was the only way to respond. Trying to wrap your head around the boy's words truly left you speechless. But life decided to ruin this perfect moment as you heard someone speak. 

“I need some help with some Ares kids,” Will said standing there, clearly seeing he had interrupted something. “Right,” you responded brushing off nonexistent dust from your camp shirt and looking back at Jason. “Your wound should feel better now, let me know if it doesn't,” you said, all giddy at the thought of him coming back. He just nodded shyly, trying to say anything as you walked closer to Will but ultimately stayed silent. 

“Your voice is so beautiful, marry me Y/N” mocked Will as both of you walked towards the other side of the infirmary, punching his stomach, “Shut up” you whispered. Gods, Jason Grace might just be the death of you. 

[nofingjustaninchident]

omg i’m so excited for this surprise event you don’t understand 😻

if you’re taking requests for the event, could you possibly write something fluffy between a daughter of apollo and jason grace? maybe she’s teaching him how to shoot a bullseye or how to properly apply a splint? and then it just turns fluffy and cute with some playful banter here and there?

if not, that’s totally okay and you can ignore this :’)

YAY FOR JASON GRACE!!!

ᯓ★ it’s your golden hour

summary jason doesn’t say no to an opportunity of spending an evening with his crush.

warnings like two curse words

word count 1.2k

now listening to golden hour by jvke

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

the sun was high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over Camp Half-Blood. jason walked towards the archery range, his heart light with anticipation. he had been looking forward to this day all week - spending time with y/n, his favorite daughter of apollo. in general, the apollo kids were known for their knowledge in archery and in medicine, which were two things that jason learnt and perfected back in camp jupiter.

but how could he deny an excuse to spend whole afternoon close to his long-time crush? it’d be stupid, wasn’t it?

y/n was considered by many the best archer in camp. while she was really good at the infirmary and tended to spend most of her time there, she indeed was one of the greatest archers that camp had ever seen.

jason spotted her frame at the range, her bow slung casually over her shoulder. she was looking down at her hands, and she probably was holding something. but, at that distance, jason couldn’t see much. when the girl realized that her apprentice was there, she raised her eyes and smiled at him.

obviously, the girl would never admit it to anyone other than herself, but ever since jason feel out of the sky in that burning chariot, she had been extremely attracted to him. and now that she knew him for who he was?

“ready to become an archery pro?” y/n teased, handing him a bow.

jason chuckled, taking the bow and examining it. “i’m ready if you’re ready to teach. im more used to wielding a sword, you know.”

that wasn’t a lie. he did prefer fighting with swords, but he already knew how to shoot perfectly. but you offered so kindly, and he just couldn’t say no, could he?

she laughed, positioning him in front of a target. “don’t worry, i’m a great teacher. just follow my lead.”

she stood behind him, adjusting his stance, her hands warm on his arms as she guided him. jason felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine at her touch. it wasn’t quite electric - and he knew enough about electric touch - but it was pleasant. warm.

she was so close to him that he could smell the faint scent of wildflowers coming from her hair.

“okay, now pull back the string and aim for the center,” y/n instructed, her voice soft and encouraging.

jason cleared his throat, trying to put his focus back on track. he did as she said, his eyes narrowing in concentration. he released the arrow, watching as it flew through the air and landed just shy of the bullseye. he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“not bad!” she praised, stepping back with a grin. “you’ve got potential, sparky.”

jason smirked, a playful glint in his eye. “maybe i just have a great teacher, hm?” he asked, teasingly.

y/n rolled her eyes, laughing. “alright, let’s see if you can do it again.”

after a few more tries, jason’s shots improved, each arrow landing closer to the center. she cheered him on, her excitement contagious. eventually, he managed to hit the bullseye, and they both erupted into cheers.

“see? i knew you could do it!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a spontaneous hug.

for a beat, he didn’t respond to the hug, to stunned to do anything about it. but, when his soul went back to his body, he hugged her back tightly, circling his arms around her waist and spinning her in the air.

jason’s heart was pounding, and the time just froze in those few seconds they were hugging. he memorized everything. the smell of her hair. how soft her body felt against his, how her own heart was also beating fast.

she pulled back slightly, her arms still around his neck and his own around her waist. their faces were inches apart, and jason couldn’t have missed the way she stared to his chapped lips.

well, maybe he was imagining it, but still.

“uh, so,” jason said, breaking the silence and pulling away completely, “what’s next on our agenda? maybe you can teach me how to properly apply a splint?”

at this point, he was clinging to anything to spend more time with her. maybe if that spark appeared again…

she grinned, nodding. “sure thing, mr. hero. follow me.”

y/n led him to the infirmary, where she gathered the necessary supplies. she demonstrated the proper technique, showing him how to support and immobilize a limb.

“got it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

jason nodded, concentrating hard as he practiced on a training dummy. she watched him, her heart swelling with affection. he was so earnest, so determined to get it right.

gods, wasn’t he handsome doing it.

“perfect,” you said, smiling. “you’re a natural.”

Jason looked up at her, his blue eyes warm with appreciation. “thanks. for the whole teaching part. you’re really cool, you know that?”

she blushed, shaking her head. “flattery will get you everywhere, sparky.”

he chuckled, stepping closer. “good to know. but i do have to test if flattery will take me somewhere i want to be.”

y/n gulped. what was happening right now? jason was easily one of the most socially awkward people she knew, and now he was doing this? he couldn’t be talking about flirting, right?

“you’re so damn pretty, you know that?” he continued, running a hand through her silky hair. “you’re smart, you’re fierce, you’re funny. and beautiful. so damn beautiful.” he muttered.

suddenly, he pressed a feather light kiss to her cheek and pulled away. she shivered when he was out of reach. she missed his warmth and his comforting smell.

jason smiled brightly, as if nothing ever happened. “thanks for today. i had a great time. we should do it again someday.”

his exterior was calm and collected, but he was freaking out. his mind was racing two hundred miles per second and it all revolved around her. what if she didn’t like that? what if it was way too forward? he could’ve just killed the beginning of a really good friendship.

but, before he could leave, y/n walked over to him and, tip toeing, pressed a soft and light kiss to his lips. “sure, just say the time.”

he blushed and smiled, waving to her as he left the infirmary. y/n stood there, staring at the door with a stupid grin on her lips.

“come on!” she suddenly heard, and turned around to see an annoyed looking will. “in front of my meds? really?”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n: happy fourth, you americans! this means absolutely no fucking thing to me, but yeah, have a good holiday!

[fish-eat-fish]

Leo Valdez x Daughter of apollo hcs?

Solangelo being overprotective older brothers and stalking their every move

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Leo Valdez x daughter of Apollo reader Headcanons!

tags: fluff, apollo kid, healing powers obv

wc: 621

a/n: this is probably formatted atrociously but i whipped this up before work so don’t mind it :,( THANK YOU FOR THE PJO REQUEST BTW, i can’t wait to start writing actual fics. leo valdez first obviously… i never know how to really do headcanons so bare with me

☆ ⋆ ★

☆ Leo Valdez had an incredibly notorious reputation for being not so popular with the ladies as he claimed to be…

☆ You didn’t stray very far from this belief… that is until you had the chance of formally interacting with him

☆ I imagine after a game of Capture the Flag, he waltzed into your cabin with an injury

☆ You just happened to be the closest there, so you took up the task of healing him

☆ Immediately you noticed how clumsy he seemed to be around you, which you found weird

☆ He definitely awkwardly flirted with you, and the pick up lines were so atrocious you let out a laugh

☆ “You just laughed! I so made you laugh. So that means you like me right?” He teased.

☆ You tightly wrapped his injured arm and worked your healing magic

☆ He couldn’t help but gaze at your concentrated face as you worked, mesmerized by the way the sun shone through the cabin windows and onto your skin

☆ When you were done, you bid him a farewell, although he did a LOT of stalling

☆ With a good first impression of him, you seemed to notice strangely that he’d come in a lot more often for injuries that were very minor

☆ Forget about physical injuries… he’d come in just for minor things, whether it be a headache, stomachache, anything of that sort

☆ “I swear I have a temperature! Check me.” He’d bark at you, grabbing your hand and moving it to his skin

☆ You of course knew he wasn’t physically sick, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at his insistence

☆ You’d roll your eyes at him, “Just don’t overexert yourself and drink plenty of water and get enough sleep.”

☆ He frowned whenever you finished up a check-up, making more excuses for you to see him some other time

☆ He definitely acted casual around you outside of the Apollo cabin, coincidentally running into you during games or during dinner

☆ Made you laugh across the Dining Pavilion which made Will to suspiciously look between the two of you

☆ Will Solace knew right away that Leo was interested in you, more than the other girls, and that you were entertaining him back

☆ Nico and Will were hanging out in the Apollo cabin themselves when you were preparing to visit him for once at his cabin instead

☆ “You’re gonna get a weapon made? Sureee…” Will said suspiciously, to which Nico picked up on right away. You of course brushed them off…

☆ Not a big surprise when Leo nervously kissed you before you went on a quest

☆ You wanted to strangle him for pulling that act before you left for a few weeks, but you happily kissed back

☆ When you got back… things were awkward, but sweet

☆ He still made you laugh, you still made him feel loved and cared for, whether it was through your healing touch or your genuine care for him

☆ Also pretty sure you saw Nico and Will high five each other when you two kissed? Could’ve been bad timing

☆ You’re the first person to check up on him, naturally so with your nurturing personality

☆ He melts at your voice but tries to hide it, nodding and pretending he doesn’t care when you reprimand for not taking care of himself

☆ Kisses you gently on the forehead or grabs your hand to kiss which he uses to stop you from ranting at him about his health

☆ Kissing on the lips is still awkward and scary for him but he gets comfortable quick, and you don’t mind at all <3

[anotheroceanid]

Dionysius: it's ok Dio, it's ok, you can do this, your friend is in this camp, she was hurt but she is fine know, she will most likely not remember you, and it might hurt, but you can do it, just act casual like you do with any other camper, everything will be fine

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Percy: Mr.D? D? Wait, the wine god?

Dionysius: Wine god??😢

Dionysus: Is she mad at me?

Chiron: she doesn’t remember you, she didn’t mean any harm

Dionysus: She remembered Aphrodite…

Chiron: Aphrodite is the most well stablished goddess in popular culture

Dionysus: This might be Athena’s doing 👺

Chiron: Athena is in neglect that her daughter was reborn a child of Poseidon…

Dionysus: Then is Apollo’s fault, idk how but it is

[sunlightmurdock]

bumps ‘nd bruises | jake x apollo

this is a blurb based on this request, written for my fic operation apollo

full fic masterlist | drabbles / blurbs masterlist

In which Apollo falls down and Jake just does his job. Set around chapter 0.9.

warnings: blood, mentions of vomit but nothing graphic and we don’t see it happen at all, extremely minor injuries, comfort and band-aids — idiots who don’t know how to be nice to each other just yet. wc: 0.8k

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“Pretty scary, though — what happened.” Jake’s mother frets, shaking her head as she watches out of the kitchen window. Her two granddaughters, playing out in the yard with the president’s daughter. Who would have thought.

“Yeah, well, it’s also classified, so don’t go telling your book club.” Jake answers, leaning up against the kitchen counter and flipping through an old case file on the president.

Eleanor shrugs her shoulders calmly. Hasn’t ever seemed fair that she’s always the one with the juiciest gossip and doesn’t ever get to share it, but Jake’s a hothead when it comes to his work. Always so rigid with the rules. She opens her mouth to ask how he and you are getting along now, knowing that the two of you had gotten off to a rocky start.

A surprised sound slips her lips and Jake’s head perks up instantly. Without bothering to ask, he crosses the kitchen to and swings open the screen door to peer out.

You’re on your knees, recovering from an awkward spill. Peyton, the younger of Jake’s nieces and an avid tag champion, had darted out from the bushes right in front of you. Not wanting to kick or trip her, you had skidded to a stop, and now you’re here.

You wince as you turn and plant yourself down on your butt, brushing the dirt off of your knees — hissing as you make contact with the tender and grazed skin.

“Don’t touch.” Jake frowns from his spot by the door. He smooths a hand through his disheveled hair and disappears back inside. “Stay there.”

“Sorry.” Peyton says softly, wincing as she glanced down at your bloodied knee. You smile and shake your head quickly.

“It wasn’t your fault. I’m fine anyway.” You soothe, clapping your hands to brush the dirt off of your palms. Brooklyn, the older of Jake’s nieces, pales at your side. “Are you okay?”

“Blood makes me si—“ She gags and slaps a hand over her mouth, making your eyes widen. You open your mouth quickly to deescalate, cringing as she sprints off inside. She almost bumps into Jake as he steps back outside with a small first aid tin in his hand.

“What’s up with her?” He frowns as he kneels into the ground in front of you. You curl your knees up a little closer to your chest. Blue skies for miles and dirt on your knees — this is a first for you.

“She’s sick.” Peyton answers as she peers curiously over your injuries. Jake nudges her back.

“Go check on your sister for me.” He instructs calmly, curling his hand around your ankle. You glance down at his fingers curled around it and then quickly back up at his face. He doesn’t seem half as bothered about the gesture as you do. Begrudgingly, Peyton stomps off into the house.

Having slept in his bed the night before, it feels strange that he hasn’t brought it up at all this morning. It feels strange to be here, playing with his family.

Unshaven and dressed casually, wearing shorts and a plain black t-shirt, Jake looks more handsome in his natural habitat. Not uptight, not yelling at you. Up close and smelling like pine and cinnamon.

Jake tugs at your ankle and straightens your leg, popping open the first aid kit with his free hand. “You’re not going to puke too, are you?”

“No.”

“Quiet this morning.” Jake notes as he tenderly dabs at the grazed skin with an antiseptic wipe. He doesn’t look at you to say it. You’re not expected to agree or disagree. “So, how d’you like it here?”

You swallow softly and quickly turn your attention away from him. It’s pretty here, but he already knows that. You give him a small nod. “It’s nice. Think I like it better than LA.”

He hums and sets the wipe down. “Me too.”

“Your family are really nice.” You decide, leaning back on your palms as he examines the cut now that it’s not oozing with blood. His lips quirk slightly, knowing that a snarky comment is coming next. “Kind of baffles me about where you came from.”

Jake squeezes his hand around your calf and finally looks up to meet your gaze. “I can be like them. I guess you just don’t bring out that side of me. Now, would you like the cows or the kitties?” He holds up two different band-aids.

You’re torn between scowling and smiling. He raises his eyebrows expectantly at you. You shrug your shoulders. “Cows.”

He peels the backing off of it and places it gently onto your knee. You watch as he sits forwards slowly and presses his lips over the top of the band-aid. “All better.”

Immediately, he pulls back and stands, then reaches out to help you up. Planting both of your hands in his, you let him tug you to your feet. “Thanks…” It’s quiet and sheepish, you might as well be kicking your feet. Jake gets it.

He nods at you. “Probably in my job description somewhere, just doing what I’m supposed to.”

You tuck your hands behind your back and watch him turn away from you. Glancing down at the pink and blue cow printed band-aid on your knee, you swear you can almost feel the effect of hks kiss on your skin.

You bite the inside of your cheek and turn your attention to the sky, feeling the corners of your lips trying to tug the rest of your face into a small smile.

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[whispersinthedawn]

The Last of a Dying Breed (3)

“Will I be allowed to live now?” Percy asked dispassionately.

Body in an informal slouch, facial muscles relaxed into the calm that accompanied a true lack of care, and eyes the blue of ice-capped glacial seas, Percy Jackson was the picture of a casual observer inquiring about someone else’s fate.

Apollo wanted to sweep her into his arms and hide her from the indifferent gazes pinning her down like a butterfly on a corkboard.

Apollo wanted to rip off that face of hers for daring to conceal her thoughts and fears from him.

He blinked. That was all the reaction he could permit himself.

“Your death, Pythia, has never been our goal,” Athena informed the demigod.

No, Apollo thought sardonically, just a happy coincidence.

The first hint of animation entered Percy’s face. Her eyes flashed.

Athena continued on, unaware. “While I would encourage caution, especially given our increasingly perilous circumstances, I have already been overruled. No, a return to your previous state of statis could be argued for.”

“No.”

For a second, Apollo didn't recognise his own voice.

Didn't recognise anything but the barely leashed panic in mute eyes looking so entreatingly into his.

“My daughter will not die here,” Poseidon growled out.

Rainbows.

An iridescent light shone in Percy's eyes, like sunlight reflecting off oil poured on the ocean surface to calm the waves.

Please.

With a rush of pleasure that Apollo would deny if anyone were to ever ask, he realised that Percy’s calm was merely a façade. She hadn't changed from the wild, panicked, miserable wretch of those terrible months. Hadn’t passed these interminable years learning self-sufficiency. Hadn't overcome her dependency on him.

Percy might have painstakingly soldered metal plates around herself, but her shell was hollow. She'd built her house from slivers of rusty iron, and now her fortifications trembled.

“And my Pythia will not sleep,” Apollo countered silkily. “Or do you require another reminder of the consequences?”

“You cannot enforce another culling,” Ares sneered, even as his muscles bunched in preparation of an attack.

“I don't need to,” Apollo returned calmly, gaze firmly affixed on the thawing cold of Percy’s irises. “Your daughter would be the first to elucidate you on the dangers of camp.”

Ares snorted, no doubt taking it as yet another comment on the bullying tendencies of his progeny, but Apollo didn't care.

He'd warned them. For the sake of the children, he'd warned them. If they chose to disregard the dangers of the labyrinth, chose to welcome his wrath, then the consequences would be on their own heads.

“The solution is quite simple,” Zeus broke in with a scoff. “It is an insult to my son for him to be saddled with a defective Oracle. But neither do we kill defenceless children who have done nothing but work for the preservation of Olympus.”

Yes, they did. That was all they ever did. They just pretended otherwise.

Occasionally.

“Strip the Oracle from her and put her back to sleep,” Zeus ordered, before smiling with cruel humour. “I’d recommend Artemis’s Hunters, but that would require a maiden.”

Apollo sucked in a breath at the insult. At the sheer disrespect hidden in that statement.

“I am the Pythia,” Percy snarled. “I have not broken any of my vows.”

Zeus shrugged. “Servicing your patron is your duty, not dereliction. Clearly, my son cannot bother to enforce your vows when it comes to his own desires. But I would not insult my daughter by asking her to accept her brother’s leavings.” 

“I would take her anyway,” Artemis uttered at the same time as Poseidon warned, “You go too far, brother.”

“My Pythia must be chaste, father,” Apollo broke in indolently.

The insinuations did not bother him particularly. He knew his own lines and that sleeping with his priestess was one he would never cross.

(Not again. Not as long as he still smelled spoiled blood and rotting flesh whenever underground, not as long as her hopeless voice still echoed in his head.

Then what good are you?)

“A doll on a pedestal I can watch, but no one may touch,” Apollo continued.

That was an insult too. An insult to Percy, an insult to the tender emotions blossomed under the curved ceiling of a planetarium.

But the illusion of stars reflecting off eyes that gazed only at him – how could he possibly risk it?

He'd rather insult her than watch her suffer under his father's care.

(There was a reason he'd watched over her days the way Artemis had her nights. A reason no one without his express permission had ever been allowed inside his sleeping Oracle’s room.)

As long as Percy was Apollo’s doll to keep intact, others would keep away. The weak for fear of his retribution … and the strong because they’d misinterpret his cruelty for lack of care.

He just wished he could wipe out the hurt blooming on her face.

“It is not a terrible idea, though,” Hermes interceded. “Take away the Oracle from her while awake, and everything goes back to normal.”

For a moment, Apollo contemplated letting the god down gently. Pondered the benefits of telling him that no matter what happened, May Castellan was forever damaged. That whatever her intentions years ago, she was in no fit state to consent now. Apollo wouldn’t accept vows she was incapable of making.

But Hermes had voted against letting Percy live.

Poseidon, Demeter, and Apollo himself. The only ones who’d spoken for his Pythia.

Apollo let it lie.

Let his silence lie.

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[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I went to Taylor's first México show, I'm a changed woman now. In other news, taglist has been updated, if you want to add yourself fill out this form -Danny Words: 3,338 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'do all my friends hate me?' -by Mckenna Grace

III. Mom? Pick Me Up, the Kids Are Being Mean

"What's your story, Ara?"

"I was six when my satyr found me, Clarisse was his original mission."

"Clarisse was your roadtrip buddy? That must've sucked."

I look at Percy with a recriminatory glare. "She was younger and easier to scare... she kept it together for me, though."

"You've been brave so far," he points out. "Clarisse probably made it sound like a bigger deal."

"Ara's a coward," Annabeth says casually. "She's never wanted to go on quests, I'm surprised she agreed to this."

Percy scowls. "I told you not to come if it scared you."

"I'm not scared." 

The truth is that I'm okay, I have two older demigods looking after me. I don't tell him that though, I don't want to pressure him. 

"Ara..."

"I mean it!"

"I'm glad you came," Annabeth admits. "I'll take you to my quest too. You're full of surprises..."

"Thank Hades, I found you!" Lily seizes Ara's hand and pulls her in the direction of the Big House. "Piper fainted—Rachel wants to see you."

"Rachel's here?" Ara picks up her pace. "Thank Apollo!"

"Everything okay with the new guy? You didn't look very happy when he got claimed."

She shakes her head. "When we rescued this group, I got this feeling..."

"What kind of feeling?"

Ara dismisses Lily without explaining. "See you at lunch."

"You know where to find me," Lily's not pleased, but she doesn't show it. The girl squeezes Ara's shoulder before going away.

When Ara arrives, Jason's already there and Piper's on a couch, still unconscious. Rachel and Annabeth are standing side by side. 

"What happened?"

"We've got to heal her," Jason demands. "There's a way, right?"

"Of course there is, she just fainted," Ara frowns. "What happened?"

Chiron places his hand on Piper's forehead. "Her mind is in a fragile state. Rachel?"

"As soon as I got to camp, I had a premonition about Hera's cabin. I went inside. Annabeth and Piper came in while I was there. We talked, and then—I just blanked out. Annabeth said I spoke in a different voice."

"A prophecy?"

"No. The spirit of Delphi comes from within. I know how that feels. This was like long distance, a power trying to speak through me."

"Chiron, what happened back there—I've never seen anything like it," Annabeth says gravely. "I've heard Rachel's prophecy voice. This was different. She sounded like an older woman. She grabbed Piper's shoulders and told her—" 

"To free her from a prison?" Jason guesses.

Annabeth stares at him. "How did you know that?"

Chiron makes a gesture over his heart, then he looks at the blond boy. "Jason, tell them. Annabeth, the medicine bag, please."

Jason explains something about an old woman claiming to be his patron. "So does this happen often?" He asks after a brief moment of silence. "Supernatural phone calls from convicts demanding you bust them out of jail?"

"Your patron," Annabeth frowns. "Not your godly parent?"

"No, she said patron. She also said my dad had given her my life."

If someone knows about patrons, that's Ara. Her mind itches with discomfort, she has to tell them about what she saw with Leo.

"You said the storm spirit on the skywalk—he claimed to be working for some mistress who was giving him orders, right? Could it be this woman you saw, messing with your mind?"

"I don't think so. If she were my enemy, why would she be asking for my help? She's imprisoned. She's worried about some enemy getting more powerful. Something about a king rising from the earth on the solstice—"

"Not Kronos," Annabeth gazes at Chiron in alarm. "Please tell me it's not that."

He keeps his eyes on Piper. "It is not Kronos. That threat is ended. But..."

"But what?"

"But now we have a new threat coming," Ara completes, sort of grumpily. "Someone else decided to shoot their shot—"

"Ara."

"Percy's missing, and the camp's in danger. Ten minutes ago I saw that old lady Jason mentioned and—"

"You saw her?" Jason interrupts her. "Did she talk to you?"

"Piper needs rest. We should discuss this later," Chiron intervenes.

"Or now," The boy presses. "Sir, Mr. Chiron, you told me the greatest threat was coming. The last chapter. You can't possibly mean something worse than an army of Titans, right?"

"You told him what?" Ara steps forward. "You knew this was going to happen?"

"Oh," Rachel says in a small voice. "Oh, dear. The woman was Hera. Of course. Her cabin, her voice. She showed herself to Jason and Ara at the same moment."

"Hera?" Annabeth sneers. "She took you over? She did this to Piper?"

"And your father gave you to her?" Ara glances down at Jason's tattoo. "Like, as an offering?"

"I think Rachel's right," he seems slightly uncomfortable. "The woman did seem like a goddess. And she wore this—this goatskin cloak. That's a symbol of Juno, isn't it?" 

"It is?" Annabeth makes a face. "I've never heard that."

"Of Juno, Hera's Roman aspect, in her most warlike state. The goatskin cloak was a symbol of the Roman soldier."

"So Hera is imprisoned?" Rachel questions. "Who could do that to the queen of the gods?"

"Well, whoever they are, maybe we should thank them," Annabeth replies heatedly. "If they can shut up Hera—"

"Annabeth, she is still one of the Olympians. In many ways, she is the glue that holds the gods' family together. If she truly has been imprisoned and is in danger of destruction, this could shake the foundations of the world. It could unravel the stability of Olympus, which is never great even in the best of times. And if Hera has asked Jason for help—"

"Fine! Well, we know Titans can capture a god, right? Atlas captured Artemis a few years ago. And in the old stories, the gods captured each other in traps all the time..."

"So Ares and Aphrodite—they have a thing going?"

"That's old gossip, Percy. Three-thousand-year-old gossip."

"What about Aphrodite's husband?"

"Well, you know... Hephaestus. The blacksmith. He was crippled when he was a baby, and thrown off Mount Olympus by Zeus. So he isn't exactly handsome. Clever with his hands and all, but Aphrodite isn't into brains and talent, you know?"

"Reason why I'm good for nothing," I huff. "Why couldn't she be the goddess of... I don't know, baking..."

"She seems to like bikers," Percy teases me. "Maybe she'd favor you if you become one."

Annabeth shakes her head. "You just need to find your thing and stick to it, Ara."

"Gee, how didn't I think of that!"

"Hephaestus knows about them, then?" Percy gives me a look that's it's clearly meant to shut me up.

"Oh sure," Annabeth replies. "He caught them together once. I mean, literally caught them, in a golden net, and invited all the gods to come and laugh at them. Hephaestus is always trying to embarrass them. That's why they meet in out-of-the-way places, like... Like that."

"The tunnel of love?" I snort. "A bit cliche." 

Grover and I stand to the side while Percy and Annabeth slip down the empty pool. I stare at the cupid next to me and the Eta that's carved on it. 

A net starts to close around them, Hephaestus's kids are good at building stuff, but this is a whole other level. Tiny spider robots encircle Annabeth and Percy, cameras appear, ready to broadcast the mess. 

"Guys!" Percy yells at us. "Get into that booth! Find the 'on' switch!"

I click and press but nothing happens. Then water bursts out of the tanks at Percy's orders. The cameras follow as they move at great speed toward the exit, they jump out and Grover uses his magical shoes to catch Percy and Annabeth.

I stare at the trap, a creation that's harmless but devastating to godly egos. I'm immediately drawn to the idea of making something with my bare hands that could hold this much power.

"The gods need heroes to do their will down here on earth," Rachel says. "That's right, isn't it? Their fates are always intertwined with demigods." 

"But Jason's got a point," Annabeth counts. "Why him? Why take his memory?"

"And Piper's involved somehow. Hera sent her the same message—Free me. And, Annabeth, this must have something to do with Percy's disappearing."

"Let's not forget that son of Hephaestus, Leo" Ara points out. "He was with me when I saw Hera, and he saw her too."

The girls look at the centaur. "Why are you so quiet, Chiron? What is it we're facing?"

"My dear, in this, I cannot help you... I am so sorry."

"You've never..." Annabeth gapes. "You've never kept information from me. Even the last great prophecy—"

"I will be in my office. I need some time to think before dinner. Rachel, will you watch the girl? Call Argus to bring her to the infirmary, if you'd like. And girls, you should speak with Jason. Tell him about—about the Greek and Roman gods." 

Ara starts to follow Chiron out of the room, but she stops halfway. What's the point? Harassing her mentor with questions won't help, he doesn't look pleased about their situation either.

"I'm sorry," Jason mumbles. "I think me being here... I don't know. I've messed things up coming to the camp, somehow. Chiron said he'd sworn an oath and couldn't talk about it."

"What oath?" Annabeth frowns. "I've never seen him act this way. And why would he tell me to talk to you about the gods..." Her eyes land on something next to Jason. "Is this gold? Do you remember where you got it?"

"No. Like I said, I don't remember anything."

"Hang on..." Ara draws out her compass. "Annabeth, look!" The item has golden hues, the same color as Jason's. "The element we couldn't identify before... it's gold!"

Annabeth turns to exit the room. "If Chiron won't help, we'll need to figure things out ourselves. Which means... Cabin Fifteen. Rachel, you'll keep an eye on Piper?" 

"Sure," the redhead takes a seat. "Good luck."

"Hold on," Jason says. "What's in Cabin Fifteen?"

"Maybe a way to get your memory back," Annabeth raises a brow. "Ara, you're coming or not?"

"I've got no choice," she sighs, putting her compass away.

"Why are you smiling?"

"That trap was really cool."

"You liked the trap?" Percy makes a face.

"I didn't enjoy what it did, though it was a great bonding experience," I joke. "I just... I have a soft spot for flashy stuff! The cupids and the cameras... it was breathtaking."

"Yeah, and it wasn't you trapped in it," he scoffs.

"Percy, there must be a reason why my Mom married him. I know what the myth says," I roll my eyes. "But no one can control love! Hephaestus never tried to, no one's ever been fair to him, so he lets her be free and in exchange, she doesn't ask him to be something he's not."

"Aren't you angry he humiliates your mother?"

"My mother is incapable of feeling that. Anger, perhaps, but not shame," I lean my head on his shoulder. "I'm just saying Hephaestus lives for his machines, so he lets my mom do her thing. That's cool."

Percy thinks Aphrodite married the god to keep Zeus off her back. He doesn't want to mess with my optimism at the moment though, so he keeps it to himself. 

I fall asleep.

I'm walking through an ancient town, the road is busy with people."There you are!" An old lady talks to me in ancient Greek. "Arche, stop wandering!"

"But it's tiresome!" I complain. "Give me something to do!"

The woman huffs, looking skeptical. She gives me something to do anyway. 

"Hi!" The seller in the first tent I visit starts listing everything, but I can only stare at their warm eyes.

"I..." I gulp. "I am..."

"Agape!" A man yells.

The teen gives a start. "What!" They pout. "You said I could help!"

"You must excuse the child," the man approaches me. "Can't stay still."

"It's fine," I whisper hoarsely. Agape smiles, it's a sort of teasing, crooked grin. I don't want to go, but I don't know why I want to stay. "I'll see you..."

It was a promise.

The trip to Hypnos cabin confirms only Hera can give Jason his memories back, but why did she take them away in the first place? 

Since Percy went missing, Ara's expecting to get disturbing nightmares, but all she's seen so far are snippets of past lives that give her zero answers. She hates dreaming.

She stands next to Chiron during the campfire, arms crossed and scowling. She's always sulking nowadays, even before her brother's disappearance. The old campers still treat her like before, and the ones who didn't know her look at her as if she could burst into flames at any moment, neither of those two options are good.

"...alive and with most of your limbs attached. In a moment, I promise we'll get to the s'mores, but first—"

"What about capture the flag?" 

Ara glares at the cabin five campers. "Yes," Chiron nods. "I know the Ares cabin is anxious to return to the woods for our regular games—"

"And kill people!"

"—However, until the dragon is brought under control, that won't be possible. Cabin Nine, anything to report on that?"

Nyssa stands up. "We're working on it." 

"How, Nyssa?"

"Really hard."

The kids start to complain and Chiron quiets them down. "We will have to be patient! In the meantime, we have more pressing matters to discuss."

"Percy?" Someone asks out loud.

Everyone is looking at her and Annabeth, the blonde girl is the first to speak. "We didn't find Percy. He wasn't at the Grand Canyon like I thought. But we're not giving up. We've got teams everywhere. Grover, Tyson, Nico, the Hunters of Artemis—everyone's out looking. We will find him. Chiron's talking about something different. A new quest."

"It's the Great Prophecy, isn't it?"

"Drew? What do you mean?"

"Well, come on!" She rolls her eyes. "Olympus is closed. Percy's disappeared. Hera sends you a vision and you come back with three new demigods in one day. I mean, something weird is going on. The Great Prophecy has started, right?" She looks at Ara. "And it's her fault."

"Not true," Ara replies through gritted teeth.

"You walked into Olympus demanding to be crowned—You're so selfish!"

"Look who's talking!"

Drew has charmspeak, but it isn't needed, plenty of campers share the same thought and they're less than happy to have a Daughter of Olympus amongst them. "Well?" Drew glares at Rachel. "You're the oracle. Am I right or not?"

Rachel steps forward. "Yes. The Great Prophecy has begun."

Ara opens her mouth to speak, but she can't.  A new prophecy? The war ended just a few months ago! Drew's eyes lock with hers again and there is disgust in them. What if she's right? Ara asked for this, but she didn't think it would bring the next big prophecy.

Rachels raises her voice. "For those of you who have not heard it, the Great Prophecy was my first prediction. It arrived in August. It goes like this: Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire the world must fall—" Jason stands up abruptly. "J-Jason? "What's—"

"Ut cum spiritu postrema sacramentum dejuremus," he recites. "Et hostes ornamenta addent ad ianuam necem."

This boy needs to stop talking about things he isn't supposed to know. Ara wants to dissect him and make sure he's not an automaton. 

"You just... finished the prophecy," Rachel gapes. "—An oath to keep with a final breath/And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. How did you—"

"I know those lines," Jason holds his head and grimaces. "I don't know how, but I know that prophecy."

"In Latin, no less," Drew smiles. "Handsome and smart."

Ara's siblings laugh at Drew's remark, she remembers when she used to be just as careless. For the first time in years, she wishes she would've thought twice before stepping out of her comfort zone.

Jason sits down in embarrassment, Annabeth mumbles something to him while Rachel glances back at Chiron and Ara hoping they'll step in. The centaur doesn't move, so it's Ara's turn to speak. She's been dreaming about this... but it's not like she imagined. 

People doubt her, resent her, and her friends don't think she's got what it takes. Percy tried to tell her she wasn't built for this and she did it anyway. Why?

"Well," Rachel takes the lead when Ara finds herself speechless. "So, yeah, that's the Great Prophecy. We hoped it might not happen for years, but I fear it's starting now. I can't give you proof. It's just a feeling. And like Drew said, some weird stuff is happening. The seven demigods, whoever they are, have not been gathered yet. I get the feeling some are here tonight. Some are not here."

Once again, everyone looks at Ara. It's evident that even if she isn't, she has to join the quest, she can't turn her back on it, not that she would, anyway.

"Anyway," Rachel continues, "I don't think is Ara's fault. Something wants to take advantage of our situation. We don't know what challenge the demigods will face, but since the first Great Prophecy predicted the Titan War, we can guess the second Great Prophecy will predict something at least that bad."

"Or worse..." Chiron mutters.

"What we do know," Rachel resumes, glancing at the centaur with irritation, "is that the first phase has begun. A major problem has arisen, and we need a quest to solve it. Hera, the queen of the gods, has been taken..."

As she starts to describe what's happened, Rachel mentions Hedge died, and Ara's breath hitches. The campfire flickers for a moment, turning scarlet before it goes back to normal, no one seems to notice.

"Jason—Um... do you remember your last name?" Rachels questions. He shakes his head. "We'll just call you Jason, then. It's clear Hera herself has issued you a quest."

"I agree."

"You must save Hera to prevent a great evil, some sort of king from rising. For reasons we don't yet understand, it must happen by the winter solstice, only four days from now."

"That's the council day of the gods," Annabeth adds. "If the gods don't already know Hera's gone, they will definitely notice her absence by then. They'll probably break out fighting, accusing each other of taking her. That's what they usually do."

"The winter solstice," Chiron says, "is also the time of greatest darkness. The gods gather that day, as mortals always have, because there is strength in numbers. The solstice is a day when evil magic is strong. Ancient magic, older than the gods. It is a day when things... stir."

"Okay," Annabeth scowls. "Thank you, Captain Sunshine. Whatever's going on, I agree with Rachel. Jason has been chosen to lead this quest, so—"

"Why hasn't he been claimed?" An Ares kid shouts. "If he's so important—"

"He has been claimed," Chiron finally gives an answer. "Long ago. Jason, give them a demonstration."

Jason steps forward and Ara knows something big is about to happen. He pulls out the coin from his pocket and flips it, a spear materializing in his hand. Annabeth steps back and frowns. "Wasn't that... I thought you had a sword."

"Um, it came up tails, I think," he replies awkwardly. "Same coin, long-range weapon form."

"Dude, I want one!" A kid shouts.

"Better than Clarisse's electric spear, Lamer!"

"Electric," Jason mutters. "Back away."

The people closest to him oblige at once, he raises the weapon and lightning goes through the spear, redirecting itself toward the campfire. Jason puts his arm down, completely uninjured. "Um... sorry."

Chiron brushes off a bit of cinder, and he nods. Once again, he looks in pain. "A little overkill, perhaps, but you've made your point. And I believe we know who your father is."

"Jupiter," Jason answers. "I mean Zeus. Lord of the Sky." 

"Ah, fuck..." Ara complains quietly.

This is why she isn't having weird dreams, Jason must be swimming in them. 

"You're a baby bird, that's all," Percy's quite proud of me, my charmspeak edged Crusty to let go of him so my friend could cut him in half. "Give it a few years, you'll be a grown dove one day—that's your mother's symbol, right?"

"It's okay if my life revolves around beauty and feelings only, I'm okay with that," I shrug.

"Then why did you join my quest?"

"I was bored," that's the answer I've been giving him since the start, but now it doesn't convince him.

"It's not safe to hang out with me," he raises a brow. "You could die, you know?"

"I'm not important enough to die," I laugh.

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Stuck on the puzzle: Chapter four

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pairing: Luke Castellan x Olivia Messer (daughter of Apollo oc)

word count: 2k

summary: A year before the quest, Luke and Olivia go for kleos.

It was finally time for the first capture the flag game of the summer. Luke and Olivia had paired their cabins together for as long as they could remember, but they had ended last summer with two losses in a row. Which meant that they had spent the entire winter figuring out how to win this year. The key step had been realizing they both suck at strategy and leaving it to the Athena cabin, aka Luke's found little sister Annabeth Chase. The 10 year old was tiny, but she had a brilliant mind like her siblings and could figure out the best positions for each soldier, depending on their weapon of choice. Everyone trusted her to make sure she brought a much needed victory for the blue team.

She was the one who came up with their brilliant little attack plan. A bigger group of soldiers would approach the flag head on and keep most of the defense on bay, while the actual attack was made from the side. Simple yet effective. It required quite a bit of manpower, but Annabeth compensated for that by guarding their flag with a fleet of archers and soldiers scattered around within hearing distance, ready to gather at any sight or sound of attack from every direction.

Luke was attacking the flag from the right, walking casually with his sword in hand. He was hearing distant yells and swords clashing, which meant that the front line had clearly reached the red teams defense. Still, Luke wasn't shocked to see red when he was just a few feet away from the flag. What he didn't expect was to see Bryce and Lily, two Ares kids with vicious glints in their eyes.

"I really did think you guys would be on attack. But I suppose that's on me for stereotyping."

"We were hoping Messer would be on your heels like always, but I suppose we'll just have to deal with you", Bryce sighed. "Too bad, would've loved to send her to her own infirmary."

"And since we'll be punished for maiming, I was hoping we'd at least be able to get a package deal", Lily finished.

"Man you two are really starting to sound like cartoon movie villains. How long did you practice that?"

"Shut it, Castellan."

Luke was getting a tiny bit nervous. Sure, he was good with a sword, but two-on-one was never fair and both his opponents had spears, which meant that they could probably just ward him off. But he wasn't left with much choice when the two soldiers charged and all he could do was focus on the fight. Luckily, swordfighting felt like it was what his body was made to do. Sidestep, stab and block came to him very easily, but there was no way he could do any proper damage.

Just as he was starting to think 'where the fuck is she?', the red helmets flew off the Ares kids. They looked around, confused and before the knew it, two arrows were shot so precisely that the edges just barely scraped their knuckles, leaving friction burns on them and making them yelp and drop their spears. Luke wasn't as dumbfounded as the two so he managed to pick up one spear and point it at Bryces throat while his sword found Lilys.

Olivia, who had a habit of making an entrance, dropped down from a nearby tree with her bow on her back.

"Well, Bryce. I'm here, as you hoped, but it looks like we might have to leave the maiming for next time. We're a little busy."

They started tying their enemies to trees with the rope that Olivia brought.

"You were there to hear that? Why didn't you come help me sooner?" Luke questioned.

"I was enjoying the show. And I half expected Bryce to trip and take care of himself."

Bryce scoffed at that, but it was hard to keep your dignity when being tied to a tree.

"Fair enough. And it was partially to show off your shooting skills, wasn't it", Luke smirked.

"Well we didn't practice all winter for nothing, did we?"

"All right. All done here", Luke said, finishing up the last knot. "Should we go get our flag?"

"Let's go."

They didn't have much trouble finding the flag atop a tree branch and with a quick climb from Olivia, they were making a run for it. They came out of left field for the troop of fighters defending the flag on the front line and managed to slip through. According to Annabeth's plan, the blue team's attack team switched into defense and started holding off the red team so Olivia and Luke could make their escape. They crossed the river gloriously and the entire blue team erupted into cheers.

Luke and Olivia were lifted onto the team's shoulders and walked to the pavilion's for dinner. They laughed their entire way there. In the pavilion they started a cheer for Annabeth Chase for the brilliant strategy and the entire team was overjoyed. That high lasted for the entire evening into the bonfire and not even the grumpiest members of the red team were able to resist the contagious joy of the Apollo cabin as they led the sing-along. Bryce was obviously an exception, but he'd get over it. Although Olivia did stick her tongue out at him, which made him sulk in his seat for the rest of the night. After the crowd favorite, an ancient greek song about packing to travel to Olympus, Olivia turned around to see Luke looking at her and smiling.

"What?", she asked, a slow smile spreading to her face as well.

Along with the tiniest bit of blushing when she was Luke's feature's, illuminated by the fire, staring so intently at her own.

"It's just...You really suck at singing."

"Shut up!"

"It's just weird. I mean aren't all of you Apollo kids supposed to be gifted with musicality?"

"I am!"

"You sound like a harpy."

"That's so mean!"

"I'm just being honest!" Luke laughed.

"My archery skills saved your ass today and you still choose to make fun of me?"

"I would've handled it."

"Two spears? You can barely fight against one."

"Bullshit."

"I've beat you more times than I can count with a spear."

"I've beaten you more times than I can count."

"Well you can't count very high, then."

"Okay, tomorrow morning after breakfast, we ditch the kids off to make friendship bracelets or whatever and settle this once and for all."

"Better start stretching, Castellan."

They shook on it.

Despite the hectic day, at night Luke just kept tossing and turning, not able to fall asleep. Although that might’ve been because he didn’t want to sleep, not really. Sleep meant nightmares and he honestly would rather just be tired tomorrow. He pondered going to the Apollo cabin, but he didn’t want to risk waking up Olivia in case she’d actually been able to fall asleep this time. After the party, the first full night either of them had been able to sleep peacefully, it had become more of a routine for them to spend the nights in each others cabins.

But then again Luke also didn’t feel like explaining to everyone (specifically Travis and Connor) that it was actually 100% platonic and they just couldn’t sleep with each other. He’d infact told Travis that if he would like to snuggle Luke to sleep that would probably work. To which Travis said no, but if Olivia needed help he'd be happy to oblige.

Which annoyed Luke so much, even in retrospect that he decided to go to the pier, in case the lake would help him sleep. He smiled when he approached the pier with his blanket to see someone already sitting on the wooden surface.

"Can't sleep?" he smiled as he sat down next to her.

"Didn't want to wake you up incase you'd actually gotten some sleep finally."

"Same."

"Wishful thinking."

"Do you think the others have it this bad?"

"They're not here, so clearly not."

"I don't now why we're so plagued. Or I guess why you are. I suppose I'm meant to have these weird prophetic dreams that I can't make any sense of."

"Being a demigod really is a curse", Luke sighed, moving down so he was now lying on the pier and looking at the stars.

"You know what's crazy? I wouldn't change it", Olivia replied, joining him. "Like if I could start everything over and have my dad be some other deadbeat and not a god I would say no."

Luke turned to face her, she kept her eyes on the stars.

"Because it brought me to you", she continued. "Despite all the monsters and the fights and the dreams, I couldn't imagine a world where I didn't meet you. Where we don't spend every day together.

Luke was quiet.

"You don't have to say it back", now she turned back to him.

They were looking each other in the eyes, faces inches apart.

"I know it's different for you", she almost whispered.

"Different. Meaning my mom might be fine if not for everything", Luke said, eyes glimmering with tears.

"While mine would've still gotten cancer", Olivia responded.

"Imagine if we didn't have to go through all this though", Luke sighed.

"Then we wouldn't be us."

"But it's not fair. It's not fucking fair."

Tears were now running down Luke's face. Olivia reached out a hand to wipe them away.

"We can't get stuck on what would've been, what should've been."

"My mom went crazy because she saw my fate, my fate that's been predetermined that I can't for some reason change. What should've been is all I have Liv."

Tears were now brimming Olivia's eyes as well.

"All those years on the run so I can find this place and my dad still won't talk to me. Again because of my goddamn fate. What kind of bullshit even is that?"

Olivia turned back to look at the stars.

"I'm sorry Liv, I just don't know what to think and I get so worked up and on nights like these where I can't sleep it's tough to find the silver lining like you. I try to be positive, but sometimes I can't."

"Every time I heal someone the first thing I think is could I have healed her."

"What?"

"If I knew then what I know now, would my mom still be alive? Every time I give blood I think if I'd known what it could do then would she still be here?"

She was blinking hard to avoid the tears, but a few strays managed to escape and disappear into her hair.

"And then that thought strays into the fact that my father, who she loved and who presumably loved her, is the literal god of healing and he couldn't bother to heal her."

"Gods are assholes, Liv."

"But then I think, if I had his power, what would I do? Especially since for some part I do. I sometimes think if I should just spend every moment I can donating blood to blood banks so I could save every possible person on the planet, but I can't do that, can I? And the gods can't either Luke. You can't expect them to be able to fix everything."

"Shouldn't be too much effort to claim their children. Maybe even talk to them every once in a while."

"Maybe. Or maybe it is. But I don't really think of them as parents you know? I've thought of myself as an orphan ever since my mom died and finding out I have an omnipotent 'father' didn't really change that. He's like my distant uncle who sometimes sends cards."

"Cards?"

"With lazy poems. Every birthday."

"It's nice he remembers your birthday."

"I guess."

There was another pause. They looked up at the blissful night sky.

"I've been thinking about going to the city", Luke admitted.

"Oh", was Olivia's response.

"I kind of feel like I need a little break. Just a normal day."

"With Sheila."

"With Sheila. And the others too, probably. I'll try to email them from Chiron's computer."

"Sounds nice."

"You could come too."

"I don't really know your friends."

"I'd feel a lot better with you there."

Olivia looked back at Luke.

"In case there's a monster attack or anything", he said.

She turned back on her back.

"Right", was her reply.

"We could look out for each other."

"I don't think I'll come."

"You can meet up with Callie and Meredith too if that's what you want. We can go our separate ways and meet up for ice cream afterwards."

"I don't know, I need to be training Lee in healing and I've already been slacking off with that."

"Just promise you'll think about it."

"I'll think about it."

"Pinky promise?"

Olivia chuckled at that.

"Haven't done one of those since I was like twelve."

"Well might as well do one now", Luke said and grabbed her pinky in his own.

They went silent for a while and when they woke up the next morning, their pinkies were still intertwined.

[fryingpan1234567]

SOMEBODY WROTE A RIORDANVERSE X DC HEADCANON?? IT WAS SHORT SO I’M WRITING MY OWN MY TIME HAS COME

I will never not stand by the fact that Jason Todd and Piper McLean are the bestest of friends

Jay and Leo too

Mechanics? Beauty queens? Yessir

Dick and Piper too

#flawlesshairsquad 

Anyways 

Can you imagine like half the JL finding out they’re demigods?

”THAT’S WHY SO MANY ‘ALIENS’ HATE ME,” at least six of them exclaim angrily

Diana is very amused 

They collided when Mount Olympus relocates… right on top of the Daily Planet

That momentary panic when Annabeth steps out of the elevator after some architect work on Olympus and isn’t even in fucking Manhattan anymore 

A very nice man notices her distress and asks her if she’s okay

”Uhh…” Annabeth looked up at him warily. He sort of looked like a god- she wondered if this was some type of test. “I’m… fine.”

”Well hi there, Fine, I’m Clark,” he joked, extending a hand the size of her head to shake

Anyways, Annabeth and Clark were fast friends

CHB didn’t even have to relocate- Gotham and, by extent Metropolis, are literally on the other side of Manhattan. You know who did have to relocate? Percy Jackson 

The gods wanted him close by, and unfortunately that meant Percy and the family were moving into a new apartment 

It’s, like… fine. It’s definitely nicer, being paid for by the Olympians and magically protected

Still. You know what really sucks?

Gotham fucking Prep.

Percy’s kind of used to terrible, but living in Gotham is a whole other story

Oh but Tim Drake

Tim Drake makes things much better

They met on the first day of school. These two idiots saw someone who looked very similar to them, Tim went ‘who are you?’ and Percy said ‘I’m you but I have a sword’ (he wasn’t joking but Tim doesn’t need to know that yet) and they became besties

(When the seven meet all the Wayne’s, Damian said casually aloud “Zhang, if I bested you in ritual combat, would I acquire your powers?” and poor Frank looked ready to faint in horror)

Anyways we know Diana is a child of Zeus (she and Jason fist bump for that one, but Thalia is the extra jazzed one)

Barry is a son of Hermes- explains why he survived the lightning bolt and it gave him speed 

Hal is a son of Athena, which is why the ring chose him. Wisdom. Power. Strength of will.

To the shock of no one, Olly-blond-hair-bright-smile-Prince-Charming-Queen AKA Green Arrow is a son of Apollo 

B… is an Apollo kid as well, believe it or not. Sparkly famous playboy also with the darkest streak ever? Dresses up and fights crazy theater kids every night? Yeah

Some of the JL’s partners are too actually- Selina is an Aphrodite kid, Lois is Athena’s, Dinah is also a daughter of Aphrodite

Jason is Ares’

Dick is Aphrodite’s

Tim is Athena’s

Damian is actually Artemis’- she was under a spell at the time and, horrified, transferred the kid to Talia. It’s a long story, tell ya later

Steph is also Athena’s

Cass is Ares’

Babs is Athena’s

Duke is  Apollo’s

ALFRED IS ATHENA’S

It’s so funny but so in character that every Wayne is a demigod

Did it surprise literally anyone that Harley is Dionysus’ and Ivy is Demeter’s? No 

(You know 90% of Gotham’s rogues are Dionysus’ actually)

Moving away from the who’s what hcs

The seven showed the Batboys CHB, and they were blown away

The littles of the camp were asking how all of them had gone for so long without being attacked by monsters, and Jason and Dick and Tim had to wince and be like “actually,”

There was capture the flag that night, but Jason was sulking because they wouldn’t let him use any type of gun

Dick kicked ass tho

Really all of them but they were split in half- Jason and Tim for red, Dick and Damian for blue

Because the hunters were there as well, they were split in half as well, between Thalia and Reyna

The campers had never had to work with the hunters before. It was weird

And then Greeks v Romans of the seven

Lots of dividing ANYWAYS

The red, Greek, Thalia’s team won, but only barely. Those Romans have good strategy

~

Now the other bit

Percy and Tim

What happened there? Where do they come in?

See, I was writing the bit just for fun where Percy starts at Gotham Prep

And… I accidentally gave them good chemistry

The issue is that it’s terrible writing and I’m too lazy to redo it so essentially here’s what happened:

On the first day of school, Tim Drake stumbled into his first period class ten minutes late, backpack halfway unzipped, Starbucks in one hand and a Monster in the other, running on approximately 36 minutes of sleep from two days ago.

Percy is right behind him, unsure of where to go. He slipped in right as the door was closing.

They both scan the room for threats, a habit of both of theirs, before turning to the teacher.

”Drake. Boy I’ve never seen before,” she says coldly. They both shift uncomfortably, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room. “Care to explain?”

Percy and Tim exchange a look, and as the hyper-intelligent dumbass heroes they are, they simultaneously come to the same conclusion.

”He’s new,” Tim explained, gesturing with his coffee and taking a swig of Monster from the other side.

”And, uh, he was showing me around,” Percy said nervously, reaching over to save the water bottle that was about to fall out of Tim’s bag.

The teacher regarded them both suspiciously. “Name?” she finally asked.

Percy winced. With his record, she probably already knew him, and… well, so much for first impressions.

”Percy Jackson,” he sighed.

As Mrs. Algebra Teacher was typing things into the attendance sheet, Tim leaned over and whispered, “Cool name. I’m Tim, by the way.” He shifted his drinks over to one side and extended an arm.

Percy grinned, shaking his hand. “We make a pretty good bullshitting team. Honestly impressive.”

”Boys,” the teacher interrupted. “Sit down. Since you’re such good friends already, you’ll enjoy afternoon detention together. Don’t be late again.”

They both suppressed groans, but sat down beside each other, knees brushing.

The rest of the school day went by, and they didn’t have any more classes together. Detention rolls around, and it’s just the two of them, because who the fuck else is getting detention on the first day of school.

They talked and flirted the whole time (mostly without even realizing they were doing that second one) and when their time was up, Tim stumbled in front of Percy on their way out, holding his arms out like he was directing traffic, blocking his exit. “Um,” he said nervously, cheeks slowly descending into the color of strawberries, “so I- I’m bi and I don’t really know how to ask people if they’re straight but if you wanted to get coffee sometime that would be cool or even just as friends is fine too because-“

”Tim.” Percy was shocked into laughing, grabbing the Batboy’s shoulders and shaking him lightly. “Chill. Same here. Coffee sounds great, although I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep on you. Caffeine and ADHD don’t mix well.”

”O-Oh.” Tim was sort of dazed, but also really on Cloud 9. He’d never really asked people out before, and they definitely don’t say yes. “I- that’s. Yeah. What days work for you?”

Percy grabbed his hand and slowly started to drag him down the hallway. His mother was waiting, after all, and he also didn’t really want to spend the night in the detention room (even if it was with Tim). “Hmm. This weekend is fine, but I really am new. You’re gonna have to pick the place.” They stopped just inside the front doors. Sally was idled there in Paul’s Prius, and Tim’s motorcycle was still parked where he left it that morning, the only vehicle left in the lot. Percy grinned, and Tim got lightheaded. “You need my number for that, right?”

”Y-Yeah…” Tim handed over his phone, not even remotely worried about what Percy might find out- secret identities, Wayne Enterprises secrets, mission plans. He could take it all and Tim wouldn’t care in the slightest.

Anyways they had a lovely coffee date and held hands and walked around Gotham for a bit for Tim to show Percy around and it was a fantastic time, might write it sometime

For now, I’m tired, this isn’t edited, I’m out✌️✌️

Good morning night or 4am y’all

@high-priestess-of-daydreams

[speakeasier]

more lore coming your way!! part two electric boogaloooo.

-none of the gods in any sphere celebrate or really care for the idea of birthdays, as time has no real meaning to any of them. while the concept of celebrating when one is born is foreign and odd to them, quite a lot of them vividly remember and can recall the specific moment they were born or how they at least manage to came to be.

-with that being said, a lot of them are always down to celebrate a 'birthday' in the mortal realm for whatever reason. not everyone is a party-goer, obviously. but attending events with festivities is something most don't mind doing, no matter where it is or what it's for.

-i believe i've shared this more than once before. but zeus' main kids birth order consist of the following. a mix between all the elder girls of the muses, kharites, and themis' girls. athena, ares, 'aphrodite', hephaestus, artemis/apollo, hermes, 'eileithyia', 'enyo', dionysus, persephone, hebe.

-those in bold are claimed to be and are seen/accepted as children of zeus in an upfront glance for various reasons. but in truth, they do not really come from zeus in any way, and predate him as well.

-in the case of dite, despite the siblings having a feeling and have BEEN knowing for a very long time that she is far older than them and not really a spawn of zeus. it is an unspoken rule to casually point it out, especially in front of zeus or hera. despite knowing though, they do treat her and consider her a 'sibling'.

-dite actually doesn't mind if the kids or anyone bring up her age or her origins when it's just them. it's just that they tend not to mention it out of respect to her and to preserve the sanctity and that illusion of being one of zeus' precious daughters.

-hera (along with her siblings) know too, that dite didn't really come from zeus. but it is also an unspoken rule to really mention it for her as well. so she keeps the facade of being ignorant. 'accepting' the idea she is a daughter of zeus and dione.

-ares, heph, and hebe are the only real siblings that are from zeus and hera. those three can sense their kinship, but not with their 'sisters' of elei and enyo. though they are respectful in that they'll still say they are related even though they sense something with those two.

-in fact, none of zeus' kids really buy into the idea that elei and enyo are related to ares, heph, and hebe. ESPECIALLY the three sibs themselves. but they keep a silent mistrust on this even more because hera insists elei and enyo are her children. and zeus actually THINKS they're his with hera too. in contrast to dite in whom is more obvious she's not from zeus, and everyone is aware of that, including him.

-to put it simply. dite can hang and be respected and treated as a sib by zeus' kids. but elei and enyo have a vibe of, i don't really know you like that. y'all are like strangers.

-elei doesn't really try to hide her sketchiness as she's vague about things. enyo tries to hide it, but her nature makes her seem like a troll so it's hard to tell where she comes from.

[pumpkinbxtch]

𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv |

☆ radiostar is playin': blackbird by the beatles…! // eye of the night by conan gray...! // meet me in the woods by lord huron...!

warnings: none n/a: i'm so fuckin' proud of the prophecy i created. it's all, thank you. taglist: @emidpsandia

You arrived when the fun was already over, or well, something like that.

As soon as you got off Pegasus, your heavy steps echoed through the gravel, and the glasses of water belonging to some tired campers rattled at your presence. Percy turned around when he noticed everyone staring at him as if he was about to die soon. Despite being surprised by a tornado of water glasses swirling where the dining hall was supposed to be, he feared more the way you were looking at him. It took him quite a bit not to step back to avoid humiliating himself.

— Percy, what the fuck?! — You shouted, and he nervously smiled.

— Sis.

— None of that 'sis' crap — You approached, gave him a smack on the head, and he complained — I go out for a few hours with Mom to buy stuff for dinner, and you escape. You said you wouldn't come.

— How did you know?

— Blackjack.

— Oh.

Everything turned out as you feared, things didn't look good, and your brother ended up saving the stupid Apollo's butt again. After having an exclusive report about what was happening there, at the Big House, with Chiron, Dionysus, and Percy, the only reaction you got from yourself was a loud bang on the table that made the utensils jump.

— Sister…

— Where's Apollo? — The two older ones tensed up, and Percy just sighed.

— He'll leave in the morning, us too, just…— he growled as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. Now he understood why they were so alike, and sometimes that wasn't exactly a compliment. — let it go, he's having a really hard time.

— A god — You said incredulously.

— Ex — Your brother corrected, and he settled impatiently in his seat, as he had found something more important to tell you in order to divert your attention. — Leo is alive. — He announced, and you opened your mouth slightly with surprise. With that, Percy believed he was winning. — Listen, while we were all solving the, well, “inconvenience” at the beach, he was at Apollo's cabin. They wanted to make sure he's okay before he leaves with Apollo in the morning. He'll help him with his mission, not us.

— Oh, Percy — Dionysus sighed as he rubbed his temple with disappointment. He never believed his ability to make things worse was real or unintentional until he said that.

— What? — He said innocently until he turned his gaze towards you.

Your blood began to boil, and with anger, you managed to bend a metal knife from the fine cutlery that Chiron had barely acquired. The half-equine sighed silently, and before it could bid farewell to the rest of its tableware, it hoped you would keep calm. And calm was what you had been lacking for a few days now.

“Of course,” Percy thought, his lips pursed, “who would have liked to hear that at that moment?”

Shortly after, the three of them found themselves grappling with you to prevent you from leaving the house straight to meet Apollo.

— APOLLO! — You shouted fiercely, your voice echoing through every corner of the camp, as you managed to break free from their grip, and Dionysus had no choice but to make you faint.

— Alright, kid, you've exceeded your bedtime — And he touched your temple, making you lose strength in your legs.

You fought against that magic, but you only managed to reach the porch, with blurred vision and distorted hearing. There were only a few voices that you heard clearly in your mind before losing consciousness.

“Come to the forest, find us, you don't have to ask”

The campers stopped their final nocturnal activities and admired your body being dragged back into the Big House. When Percy greeted them casually while holding your ankle, they knew it was better not to ask. And although everyone found it totally normal, in the corner of Apollo's cabin, he himself was clutching his legs tightly, trembling and with teary eyes. Was there anything worse than the love of your life hating you to death? And the answer, for him, was no because he knew it and knew it so well that he was tired of it.

“Find us, you don't have to ask”

“come find us”

“You don't have to ask”

“Apollo is…”

You woke up startled and pulled the sheets with cold despite it being mid-spring. You were in your bed, and Percy was sleeping in his, everything seemed fine, so where had those voices come from?

— Damn Dionysus, you've made me crazy — You whispered as you lay back down and tried to sleep.

“The sea and the Sun...”

“Come find us”

“You don't have to ask”

You opened your eyes and looked around, was madness real? Or was something really calling you? Instinct spoke first for you, and with bare feet, you got out of bed, then out of the cabin. Just as if it were a charm, you only knew you had to go to the forest, and your feet obeyed that sudden desire.

“They can't come in now. Not until Rachel knows what's going on or how Apollo's grove works,” Chiron said at the table, just before everything went to hell.

“Especially you, girl, we know you, and we're telling you not to dare,” Dionysus warned.

“You don't have to ask,” the voice insisted, as if it knew what was going through your head at that moment, and without knowing what awaited you, you took the first step into the forest where your only company was the moonlight.

— Dionysus — Chiron warned. He appeared calm, however, the alarm in his words betrayed him. Of course, why wouldn't it, since he had just seen you enter the forest in nothing but your pajamas.

— We can't do anything now. The Grove found her, and as we've already seen with the other campers, it won't stop until she hears what it has to say. The good thing is that the Grove already has its voices channeled. — Dionysus leaned his forehead against the windowpane, still holding his coffee cup tightly, and let out a sigh. — Funny thing is that Apollo himself gave the girl the keys to know her destiny. What an idiot.

The truth was you didn't know how you had gotten there, but you could hear the murmurs guiding you among the trees, and it was late when a wave of fear enveloped you. You tried to run away when in front of you there was a set of trees different from those in the forest, and that's when you knew you had reached the Dodona Grove. You admired it, and immediately felt the presence of something utterly ancient, so old that you would never dare to defy it.

So, as if they knew of your arrival, the wind blew, and you saw some wind chimes hanging from the branches swirling with the breeze, making small whirls until they finally collided with each other. The chimes caused a tinkling that simultaneously deafened your surroundings, almost as if you had been submerged in water. For a moment, you were unable to hear anything, you looked up, and your eyes blinked with the moonlight. 

The voices that began to form as if traveling from afar to be heard gave you a twist in the stomach, that which you had dreamed of for a long time was about to be given to you.

"The sea and the sun are not far away as they look, even the greatest can't hide what the lovers need to through. One will long while the other fight, nothing more to do even if you try. It's the price to pay, no matter if the sun doesn't shine again, cause this is no more than the consequence. Cry a river or flood with love, all hangs in the hands of the man who now you love. This rhymes for him were different, but he hopes for put that ring and find what he's been missing."

The voices ceased, and they finished reading your future to you. Every word kept resonating in your mind, you remained speechless, you had no way of assimilating that instantly. You wanted to review those words better and hope for the best, and what was that? That it wouldn't be what you suspected? Or that it would come true just like that? You couldn't answer any of those questions.

Stunned, you began to walk back, or what you supposed was the way back. With a blank stare, murmuring the statements, shortly after, you realized that you were actually somewhat lost. You took several turns and felt overwhelming how the trees surrounded you, as if they were mocking you. It wasn't until the sun peeked out that you finally saw a path, which you found ironic. At that moment, you were only capable of responding to that, then as usual, your mind didn't let you be happy even for a moment when Percy's words reached your ears.

“They'll leave in the morning, just like us.”

And you ran. No matter how much your feet hurt, or how many times the branches of the trees hit you or got stuck in your clothes, you never stopped running, but you simply didn't seem to get anywhere. Your breath was short, you had to see Apollo before he left. You had to catch up with him and ask for an explanation, after all, he was the god of poetry and prophecy, so he could explain it to you in more detail… he… he… He had also hidden it from you, but why?

You ran even faster, pleaded with the gods, with the trees, whoever could hear you, to let you out of the forest. It was several minutes later that you saw the lights of the camp, as if they had always been there. You emerged, and many campers alerted your arrival, you must have looked terrible judging by their reactions.

— Where's Apollo?

— What? — Said a Demeter kid, who struggled to get the branches out of your hair, you just wanted to push them aside.

— Apollo, where is he? — You gasped and looked as Percy ran towards you.

— Sister!

— Percy!

They let you go with him, you almost crashed into his arms, and he held you tightly.

— Apollo.

Percy frowned and snorted.

— Again with that topic?

— No, where's Apollo, Percy? — Your serious face worried him, and he shook his head.

— They left almost at the end of the dawn, they left earlier than expected. — Your tears began to flow, and you struggled from your brother's grip. — What the hell's going on?

— Miss Jackson.

Everyone looked behind you, and you didn't bother to do otherwise. Dionysus and Chiron were looking at you anxiously, you could even notice their bloodshot eyes, as if they hadn't been able to sleep all night.

— That's why they didn't want me to get close to any oracle, prophet, or skeleton.

Your words were thinking, and realization could be heard in them.

— What are you talking about? — Percy asked, and you clenched your fists.

Chiron stepped back and pointed to the Big House, you just scoffed and walked into it with big steps, hitting your feet against the grass. Adrenaline was such that you didn't stop to think that it would hurt later.

— You have to go back to New Rome — You looked up and gave them a puzzled look, you couldn't believe what they were asking you.

— You want me to go back to New Rome with THIS happening?

Dionysus growled, and Percy kept his gaze fixed on his feet, barely managing to assimilate all the information he had been given.

— Girl, go back and mind your own business. The prophecy says so, you can't do anything.

— That's true, it's all in Apollo's hands.

— But—! — You cut off your sentence. Why were you fighting with that? You weren't in love with him, you denied him. He was a god, what kind of pity could you feel for him? They always made you flee from prophecies, most of the gods suck… but in that forest, something had changed. It was as if you had been able to see the truth of something, but it would still take you to put it all together. No matter.

Apollo… you never knew him so closely, was that intentional too? It doesn't matter, anyway, you knew he was an idiot. They called you “lovers” when both barely knew each other, maybe all that was a mistake, but it doesn't matter because you felt nothing for him, and without that, nothing made sense.

Dionysus and Chiron still watched you attentively, while Percy had already leaned on his forearms on the table, looking at you intently, as if trying to figure out what you were thinking. You sighed and started to feel pain in your feet.

— I hope Leo returns safely. after all, I couldn't see him — You said firmly, but with a hollow feeling in your stomach. You looked at your brother and smiled as if nothing had happened.— Let's go, Percy. Mom must be worried, and I have to go back to New Rome.

Before anyone could say anything, you left the house limping slightly straight to Apollo's cabin, it really hurt, and you couldn't afford to get sick before going back to college.

Percy got up and looked at the two older ones, his gaze hardened, as soon as he considered everything that had been hidden from him, too, but he didn't allow those feelings to take center stage. He wanted you to be happy.

— Do you think he'll come back? — He asked, and Chiron hummed while Dionysus made a somewhat discouraging face.

— It's hard to say, Percy. — Chiron sighed and shook his head, considering the odds. — Many things are at stake, not just Apollo returning to being a god.

That was enough for him, he was already used to the slim chances of success on a mission.

— Provided Apollo isn't as much of an idiot as usual and messes up. His egocentric butt is sure to get him into trouble, not to mention the fact that he has no powers. — Dionysus let out a small laugh that made Percy consider the supposed brotherhood he had with Apollo — He's like a newborn jaguar set loose in the cruel tropical forest called life.

— Work on your jokes, Mr. D — Percy said with disgust, and the god bared his teeth at him.

Your brother insisted on driving the car, he thought you had already done enough, besides making it clear that he didn't trust you after you spent the whole night awake in the forest. Obviously, you didn't have any ways to defend yourself, because it was true, and you were grateful for that, there was enough of that shit swirling in your head that you were trying to forget.

With the window down, the breeze caressing your hair, and the immense silence, Percy found it impossible not to ask.

— Do you feel anything for him? — He asked, and you were surprised that this time it had taken him longer to stick his nose in the gossip. You shook your head.

— No, Percy. Maybe, being kept away from him all this time has its advantage, and I'll never fall in love with him because I don't see how I could do that without even being close or knowing him better — You sighed and pretended something your brother longed to see, a smile because it was the first one in those days.

— Maybe that stupid prophecy is so old and stale that it's useless.

Percy nodded silently with his hands almost sunk into the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the road ahead. More than anyone, he knew that couldn't be true; more than anyone, he knew that stupid prophecies always found their way, but he didn't want to say it out loud.

— Yes, maybe you're right — He said without conviction, and you could also feel the improbability in your own conjectures.

[duskiers]

heyy.

I was wondering if you could do a percy x fem daughter of apollo reader fluff . Where percy is aware he sucks at archery and he is also aware of his crush on the reader who is the best archer in camp. Literally everyone in camp knows he likes her but her because hes obvious and shes oblivious. He goes to her for help and she says yes. She teases him a bit because of his lack of skill. When shes helping with the positions she does that romantic thing in movies where she goes behind him and holds his hands in the postion on the bow.

Thank you. I love your writing. The aesthetics are so cool!

Arrows of Affection

> percy jackson / daughter of apollo !

> This is adorable! I really gave it my all, hoping you'd like it. <3

‿︵‿︵⊹‿︵‿︵⊹‿︵⊹‿︵🍸︵‿⊹︵‿⊹︵‿︵‿⊹︵‿︵

Percy Jackson, known for his bravery, his control over water, and his unerring loyalty, was currently feeling none of those heroic traits. Instead, he was filled with a mixture of determination and nervous anticipation as he made his way towards the archery fields.

Percy was well aware of his shortcomings when it came to archery. In fact, his skills were a running joke among the campers. But today, he had a plan. It wasn't about mastering the bow or impressing Chiron with newfound talent; it was about spending time with her. The daughter of Apollo, whose name caused his heart to race just thinking about it. [Your Name].

[Your Name] was the embodiment of Apollo's prowess in archery. Her arrows always found their mark, her form was perfect, and her focus unwavering. To Percy, she was as awe-inspiring as she was beautiful, with a smile that could light up the darkest depths of Tartarus. And, as luck or perhaps fate would have it, Percy had been smitten with her for quite some time.

The entire camp seemed to be in on Percy's not-so-secret crush, except, of course, for [Your Name]. She remained blissfully unaware of his affections, her attention solely focused on her practice and helping others improve their skills.

Taking a deep breath, Percy approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, [Your Name]" he started, trying to sound casual. "I was wondering if... you could help me with archery? I'm pretty awful, and I know you're the best."

[Your Name] looked up, her eyes sparkling with amusement and surprise. "Sure, Percy. I'd be happy to help" she replied, a teasing tone in her voice. "Though, I must admit, I never thought I'd see the day."

As they began, [Your Name] couldn't help but tease Percy about his lack of skill. "You know, for a son of Poseidon, you'd think aiming and shooting would come more naturally. Maybe we should try this in the water next time?"

Percy could only laugh, the ease of their banter calming his nerves. It was moments like these he cherished, where he could simply be Percy, rather than the hero everyone expected him to be.

When it came time to correct his posture,[Your Name] stepped behind him, gently guiding his hands into the correct position on the bow. Her closeness sent a shiver down his spine, her warmth seeping into his back as she leaned in to align his shot. "Like this.." she murmured, her voice soft in his ear. "Focus on your target, and let the arrow do the rest."

In that moment, Percy was acutely aware of her, of the way her hands felt on his, of her breath on his cheek. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them, standing in a bubble of sunlight, surrounded by the distant sounds of camp.

He released the arrow, and to his genuine surprise, it hit the target. Not the bullseye, but close enough to elicit a cheer from [Your Name]. "See? All you needed was a little help," she said, her eyes shining with pride.

Percy turned to face her, their proximity suddenly more evident than before. "Yeah," he breathed, "a little help from the right person."

The moment stretched between them, filled with unspoken words and budding emotions. It was a beginning, Percy hoped, of something more than just archery lessons.

[feuqueerfire]

Midnight Motel Live Blogging

GMMTV really crammed some of my most anticipated 2022 shows to run at this time (Never Let Me Go, Midnight Motel, The Warp Effect), as well as My School President which I was keeping my eyes on. Think I’ll have to watch these the week they end or I’ll never catch up.

Playlist

Ep 1: Welcome to the Business (Jan 9 11)

1-1

ooh cool start

okay actually fuck idkkk maybe i’ll start this later? bc i’m in the middle of the Trials of Apollo series and also Never Let Me Go (ep 5 tmrw), which is 2 different stories already. maybe i’ll watch this on Wednesday and finish before next Tuesday so that i’m not weaving this and NLMG and trials of apollo.

aw the fact that Mote’s always out of luck and “missed the admission quota out of a top uni even though he passed the exam” sucks so fucking bad

oh Mond’s the pimp?

oh fuck Mond’s character is so scary D: I know people said so but rip

pls Mote standing and thinking of the shit possibilities of what could happen if he barges into Mond and Jan’s characters’ rooms 

Oh yeah I forgot that Mote and Kat are love interests right

Aw Kat T.T 

Kat’s so fun and funny

Sun’s making Kat pay her debts to him 

oh, interesting in a good way about Kat mentioning working so hard

1-2

oh it’s Kat’s mom’s debt that she’s paying off 

Sun kys

Mote researching the websites where customers and sellers buy-sell sex work and identifying the pain points to make their app is wholesome

pls Kat’s funny with tryna sell her services to Mote (+ his friend) and also they’re cute

pls Doy being like whyyyy tf did you bring this app to my doorstep again after we met the police and mafia last time

the dynamic between Doy and Kat not really believing Mote vs Mote being a sweet talker and knowing how to appeal to people

ooh a design for the app first this is just like my uni class

girl not pay by crypto 

does Sun have photos?!?! 

oh videos?!?!? is Kat and the client aware that these exist?!?!?!?! gross gross gross die die die

1-3

oof Mote and Kat are so cute. him being like “hmph, your pics on the app are catfishing for sure” and then when she elbows him, he exaggeratedly falls back ah >.<

yes Kat, come to Canada and we can kiss

Linguistics: Mote and Kat use gu-meung with each other. I think Kat and Sun also used gu-meung earlier, which surprised me a bit bc I expected Kat to use Khun w Sun or something but ig the rude pronouns make sense also

Kat saying she wouldn’t do this job if she could choose. the way they’ve been talking about sex work and prostitution is interesting in a casual way where’s a job that’s hard work and like Mote, she’s doing it bc of debt and wouldn’t do it otherwise. it’s not glamorized but the existence of it or sex workers aren’t made to be evil even though the situation sucks here

hope that Mote or Doy know what to do if things go wrong whether it be the guys are dicks like when Sun had to step in or if they refuse to give money or something

oh i see we’re getting to see them handle things like the short hair and wig, and now police are coming in. also i’ve just remembered that someone maybe dies

1-4

I don’t quite get the Big Boong thing. I know Mote pretended that Big Boong’s someone else, some big shot to make the police nervous and let it but who? why’d the cops leave?

wtf was that Kat being shot in the head scene? umm I’m hoping it’s just one of Mote’s fears and not something that comes to pass

I hope they all earn the money and pay off their debts ah

Ep 2: The Investor (Jan 12)

Ep 6 came out and I saw one person write that it’s a satisfying ending, so I’m glad

2-1

ooh they’re talking about how it’d be good if they could just legalize sex work but the police are gonna lose so much money from the bribes to leave prostitution alone that they won’t let it be legal

Mote and Kat are cute, aw

oof Mote and Kat are so non-flirtily flirty ma gudness

agh Kat’s mom was dead I thought but nope, she’s just letting her daughter pay back her loans and also coming for more money

oh noooo Kat’s flashback to how her mom disappeared from their home and so the guys who were looking for her came for Kat instead T.T

oh, this was the very first time Kat saw her mom since that incident? 

hmm Sun telling Kat’s mom to never see her again. I’d assume that Sun’s romantically interested in her in any other show but he treats her like crap, so maybe he just doesn’t want them to plan and run away or smth? 

wait Pom from Gifted, what are you doing here heh. Victor’s name is Pat here 

is Pat gonna be the man she kills? 

damn he really put a collar on her oh I hate this bc he seems so earnest and this could’ve been cute if Kat didn’t fucking hate it and Sun didn’t force here T.T 

2-2

damn, not us getting the backstory on why Pat wants to have power during sex because he has no power in his personal life

oh Pat’s a billionaire, possible investor? also, that unicorn ad thing kinda maybe reminds me of whatever investing ad Mote saw in ep 1 that made him make the other app or something

oh yeah, the camera in the room that Sun has so that he can fucking watch Kat and her clients agh but now catching Kat doing work that he hasn’t assigned her

ahhh that camera was hidden by Kat? it’s for blackmailing Pat?

i love the classical music choices and also Mote thinking of possibilities and them actually showing it as if it’s happening, like Kat getting shot in the head

2-3

“I just wanna tell your you’re definitely worth more than you think?” ah so cute

Mote really is just too good with words, Kat’s right that these sorts of people just aren’t trustworthy bc they know the right things to say “How am I going to trust you, you shard-tongued jerk of a CEO?”

oh Tawi/Jay looks really different when talking with Pat’s wife than when he’s tryna get money out of Mote. Are they different people?

who’s the person that Pat’s wife talked about? Is it Mote?

okay the guy who’s terrorizing Mote isn’t actually Tawi

ah this guy is so annoying either Mote gives him money to keep the business a secret and then can’t pay back his debt in time and gets the hotel taken away OR Mote doesn’t give him money and so he tells the police about the illegal prostitution

2-4

Sun is so fucking scary, threatening June with killing her son if she doesn’t tell him what she and Kat are doing aghhh

omg so stressful. on the one hand Sun’s tryna get Doy to get him into the app by pretending he’s a client, Kat’s with Pat who’s waiting for the pitch + she saw Sun in the lobby, and Mote’s fucking phone somehow fell under the bed

ahh cliffhanger ending rip

Ep 3: Ain’t Them Bodies Cents (Jan 12)

anyway, I know Pat dies for sure because someone on a discord sent a screenshot. that’s as expected bc i’ve barely seen him in gifs or anything

3-1

oof Doy fucked up and gave Sun the invitation and whole time Mote’s like yep I trust Doy to take care of it rip

pls the chaos of Doy talking to Sun and Mote presenting to Pat while Doy and Mote are also communicating via bluetooth

pls Mond is so scary as Sun. girl “I’m the owner of their breath” kalsdj okay

Mote is much smarter than Sean is all I can say lmfao he can lie p well, even though Sun has a suspicion that Mote’s lying

3-2

is Pat drunk or what? Why is he all woozy and falling? Did he take his medication too late or something? Did his wife drug his meds because there was a point made about him taking his med case before leaving

lmfao is Mote and Kat’s kiss gonna be interrupted by Pat dying

oh kinda. i thought we’d hear a gun shot sound but what happened? did he fall and hit his head and die since Pat was so off-balance?

so did Pat succeed in giving the money or no

lol the Kat butchering the body scene

3-3

pls the way Doy had to say he’s not sitting in the back w the corpse

is Sun at Kat’s home? oh fuck he’s throwing a fit

wait omg I kinda knew that Sun knew Kat when he was a child bc I’ve seen a caption bout smth like that with a clip of Sun sitting on that bench but I didn’t know she was close friends with him :0 that sucks so bad

ah shit so Sun wasn’t the one who brought her into sex work but someone else did and he was there and he seemed young

oh Sun’s terrible idk how he transformed into this hardened pimp quickly but then he said he’d pay off Kat’s debt if she transfers to his club

3-4

ofc Pat’s car has a GPS oof and ofc Pat’s wife’s cheating on him with Jay but we could guess that from last ep

not Sun waiting in room 211 with his suitcase of weapons 

so Pat did start the transaction of 20 million?

ooh Kat’s tryna get away to diff city but also she stole Pat’s phone. wonder if there’s tracking on that too 

Ep 4: Disappear Body (Jan 13)

4-1

Joy’s tryna get Kat to fess up or something bc of her threatened child, right?

k the current things at play is that Kat wants to access Pat’s crypto and leave for Canada, Joy wants to trick Kat possibly, Sun has come to find Kat and is threatening Mote, Jay is tracking Pat’s car and has been lead to the motel, also the debt collector mans that’s been bothering Mote wants his money as well for protection of Takkrub

oh Jay’s seeing Sun being weird with Mote in the hallway on the CCTV lmfao he can just walk in there all willy nilly. is the room Mote and Sun are in also viewable with cctv

lol I wonder if Jay will view Sun as the thread instead of Mote now and have his suspicion on him as a possible reason for Pat going missing? who knows. also i wanna know if Jay knows that Pat’s dead or not? has he searched the inside of the car? seems like no

4-2

bruv, Mote really got Sun, Jay, and the debt collector guy all in the same room wanting something from him gbye and gl “shit, this is like a fan meeting. Wait no they’re all after me.”

plsss the three of them all being like eyeee should be the one talking to Mote first, yall get out

pls the way Sun smiled and gestured and moved away as soon as the knife appeared

oh Jay killed the debt collector mans lmfao Mote’s gulping and now Jay has a gun

oh debt collected mans was called Big Off

lmfao Mote being like “he’s not my friend” and Jay being like “oh? he didn’t come to save you?”

pls it’s killing me the way Jay has to explain like “this is not an empty thread na krub. If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll kill both of you. Na?”

plssssss the arguments between Sun and Mote are so funny and Jay telling them to shut up each time like now Mote realizing Sun has a camera in Kat’s usual room

wait if the footage is there, why didn’t they show Pat falling and hitting his head agh

oh damn okay so the body wasn’t in the car even though that was the original plan. did Kat do something with it?

4-3

fuckk i’m so mad I had so many thoughts for parts 3 and 4 but it refreshed and all of it got deleted kms

I thought it was fun when in part 4 Mote started acting clever and threatening again after seeming to be bumbling and foolish in the first 3 parts. 

I liked the chips and card game fantasy scene. The crew in MDL seems fairly inexperienced but they’re doing well so far

Ep 5: Blast From The Past (Jan 14)

5-1

Sun how’d you turn out like this agh

byeee they dismembered Big Off

 neo appearance !

Police officer Jay sued an elite man who attacked a bus driver but the elite man got him fired?

sdlkfhj the neolouis sex noises

oof, Kat’s found out that Sun’s getting money from Kat’s mom, which is money that Kat earned from Sun

oh my fucking god, I need to kill Sun. I hope Kat kills Sun

Sun remembering Kat saving him from those guys and so finally kinda snapping out of (sexually, physically) assaulting her

5-2

this young kids Kat and Sun backstory is making me so fucking sad because they used to be friends

noooo the promise :< “when we grow up, we won’t become the kind of adults we hate”

Sun realizing he’s become the kind of adult he hated

pls Doy and texting is just aldskfj as soon as Jay gets the orders to kill/deal with the trio, he texts Mote’s phone (which Jay has currently and also doesn’t it have a password) that he can’t find it (the body) anywhere in the hotel lmfao. prev it was the thing with Sun coming while they were tryna show Pat the pitch

Kat’s a whole lot, she really is confessing? playing with Mote? in that bathroom and kissing him instead of admitting she ran away for a brief period and also stole the phone hoping for the crypto money

I wonder if Mote believes her after seeing her pretend with Pat bc I don’t think I believe her actions in that bathroom

5-3 and 5-4

Sun really tryna just make a deal with everyone huh? giving the bullet to Jay and saying to kill only Mote (also the ice cooler thing Jay’s getting the ice from is freaking me out bc at first I don’t think I registered that they hid him in the ice cooler but now that I know... hm is he in there). Telling Mote that he wants to invest in Takkrub

What did the uncle and aunt wanna tell Mote before Jay came in? Were they the ones who his the body? Like if it isn’t any of the captured trio, Doy was a possibility but then he didn’t show up for like 2 eps in the middle so I started thinking he’s less of a possibility? Or is he more of one because why did he also disappear for a bit? And it could also be uncle and aunt who someone calmly and quietly discovered and hit the body

pls I love the fantasy situations Mote goes through so much, like the convo with dead ghost Pat

naurrr flashing back to young Kat and Sun saying they’d protect each other as adult Kat tells Sun to get out of her life

oh Pat’s in the ice cooler the way they made it seem. so the one that they hit the body in had the :) sticker and then that got carted out and had more ice put in it and put out front and the new ice cooler that’s in the place of the old ice cooler doesn’t have that sticker

So would his uncle and aunt do that? The mover also deleted the CCTV footage, would they be able to do that? Doy was the one who deleted the previous CCTV footage, so would it be him? Why?

also Mote and Sun and stuff getting ice from the cooler while underneath was Pat’s body reminds me of To Sir, With Love where the maids were all having fun collecting that mushroom, whole time there’s Don’s dead body underneath

Ep 6: All Or Nothing (Jan 14)

6-1

So I guess it really was his aunt and uncle who moved the body

they let Sun walk out of the room?

6-2

did Sun take one pill and poison the fish? or what?

or is Sun stealing the meds pill box from Kat?

Sun you backstabbing bitch, him being like “we have our bullets for that” and whole time he doesn’t even have the bullet. he has me on edge fr bc I can’t tell if he’s just double-crossing Mote and Kat or double double-crossing Jay

lol the meds box is filled with stone, flashbacks to Squid Game Ep 6

oh so Sun did give Jay a defect bullet? but Jay told June to bring another gun my dudes

everyone’s got stuff under their sleeve, like Kat with Pat’s phone and Mote with the Takkrub upload of the evidence

also i don’t think their evidence is actually enough for much (like lol they themselves could’ve filled the box with poisoned pills afterwards to frame June) but I’m ignoring that

6-3

I don’t get the [A gift from Big Off] and “say hello to my little friend

oh Jay fr shot the uncle on the shoulder 

bruv, I was thinking of Jay falling off the roof maybe but I didn’t think they’d do it like that lmfao

the villains really do wait to shoot until the uncle’s there or until Sun’s covering Kat huh lmfao

oh Sun is so psychologically fucked. he really is like if I die then Kat dies with me

oh the friendship bracelets were from the promise of not becoming like the adults they hated

okayyy Kat didn’t know that Sun was the same kid as before. At first I thought she did but then it was like hm but yeah she’s asked him “Are you Arthit?”

please Mond’s doing so good as Sun. the way he’s like sorry for breaking my promise and handing back the bracelet and telling her live and be better for him as he lays there dying. It goes with his character arc that he dies here because he’s too irredeemable to continue with the gang or to continue inflicting pain with his pimping but because of his backstory and helping the gang thus far, he’s also not someone who we see as an one-note evil man anymore. too evil to not die but the audience doesn’t wanna see him go down in a horrifying grotesque way either

6-4

plssss Kat using Pat’s corpse for the face ID of his crypto wallet (the reason she came back p much)

girl shut up who is Yudo, we have Tony for Doy. actually Doy can be polyam, I’d like that. or a cheater, I’ll forgive that in preperation for Moonlight Chicken

Very pretty wrapped bow for the ending.

The last ep was good but not great, I don’t think they were super clever with their action or wrap-up, although it was still pretty fun. Also no like great twist in the final ep, which is fine but nothing about the final ep really makes it stand out. 

The acting was great, the script was comprehensible and well-paced, the production is good, featured sex work without villainizing the workers or the work itself. I loved Mote’s little fantasies of possible scenarios or of imagining an interaction in a different way (the card game with June, convo with dead Pat). I’m impressed by the creative team behind it. 

I won’t think about this much after today I don’t think but I liked this little show.

Rating: 6.5/10

Mock Trailer

The actual show ended up being pretty much the same as that mock trailer, guess they’ve had the script done for a while. It was snappy but gave away a lot, so I’m glad I hadn’t watched most of it before watching the show (or if I had, it must’ve been like 10 months ago and I completely forgot it because only the first like 15 seconds seemed familiar and I knew the concept before going in).

Official Trailer

Once again, reveals a lot but is slightly better created than the OG, which is expected.