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⁎⁺˳✧༚ king of my heart

pairing: luke castellan x afab!reader

warnings: major fluff, kissing, pre tlt, just some sweet stuff to read on a wednesday night

word count: 434 words

an: reader’s claimed, but it’s not specified so you can imagine them as whatever demigod works for you 😘 also! this is my first time posting my work so lmk if it sucks ass 😋

“Luke, stop!” Her voice squeaked out in a delicate hymn that graced his ears, the apples of her cheeks illuminated under the moon’s light. Luke, in the midst of his relentless attack on her sides, let out a chuckle that thundered within his chest as he wrapped his arms around her frame. He pulled her into his embrace as his features lit up, the corner’s of his eyes crinkled as his lips tugged into a smile.

The warmth from his frame radiated into her rib cage as the cool night air bit at their skin. The dense forest surrounding them did not do much in helping them remain warm, but there hadn’t been much to complain about when they were tangled in each other’s arms. “What’s got you acting up like this? Didn’t see me enough today?” She tilted her head up to look into his hickory eyes, a smirk quirking at her lips as she teased him.

“We can call it that, baby,” A heat rushed into his cheeks as he was brought to look at her eyes, the rich color drowning out any thoughts in his mind. He turned her body around to face him, moving his hand to lift her chin up. “Just missed you, is all.” His fingers delicately rested on her chin, whispering his words on her lips. “What, is it a crime to miss my girlfriend now?” A cocky grin graced his features.

“Oh shut up, Castellan,” she uttered before bringing his face down to meet hers, both their eyes fluttering shut at the domestic buzz between them. Her fingers trailed up and wrapped themselves gently in his curls as one of his hands held onto the soft plush of her hip, the other resting on the small of her back. She felt his lips split into a smile against her own, and it only made pulling apart from him that much harder.

Her eyes flickered and peered up at Luke, and she was met with an eyes of adoration looking down at her. She pressed another quick peck on Luke’s soft lips, eliciting sweet smiles from the two of them. Her eyebrow furrows as she quips a brief, “Race you to the lake?”

In an instant, Luke’s smile turns into a smirk at the sight of a friendly competition. “Only if I’m the one winning!” Upon his response, she’s quick on her feet, attempting and failing to beat her boyfriend to the lake’s shore. As the stars continue to twinkle above them, the lake’s edge is met with the sound of waves crashing and lover’s laughter.

hope you guys enjoyed this little drabble i thought of during the dark ages (i was sick and unhinged). lmk if you guys want a part two of them at the lake🙈

it’s been so long since i’ve read any riordanverse books that i forget what’s headcannon/fandom cannon and what’s actually real.

"hold fast, brave the storm."

yeah okay gimme a sec to sob my eyes out holy shit

Percy Jackson X reader dating HCs

Idk I felt like writing for him but I don't have enough willpower for a full fic

warnings: none, lmk if you think I should put something tho

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Skater boy Percy supreme-

if you skate too he's 100% planning skating dates and trying to one-up you

If you don't, he's desperately trying to teach you

It might just be an elaborate scheme to hold you hand while your on his bored but whatever

Hes also totally fine with you taking his clothes... but only if he can borrow yours.

and he does it no matter what your style is!!

coquette? he suddenly loves pink

emo? our band shirt

Punk? will be wearing studded bracelets daily

same goes for like every aesthetic ever cuz my mans does not care

he's also clingy. like really clingy

His arm is around your shoulder or waist all the time and he's always holding your hand

if you play with jewelry he'll mess with it

If you wear baggy stuff he'll tug on them 24/7

(any of your clothes, really)

im talking tugging on hoodie sleeves for your attention, pulling on your belt loops, if you wear wallet chains he pull you to him with them

He also has one of those 'I <3 my bf/bf/partner' shirts and will wear it constantly

he'll do it more if it annoys you (bc he knows it really doesn't)

GUYS. GUYS.

Okay, I'm starting to write this RIGHT NOW but I want it to be longer so depending on how long/if I really need sleep it will be out soon!!

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Nico hated the way his heart dropped at the small envelope. One piece of paper and years of ignoring and repressing his feelings were gone. Everything came back. A flood of anger and heartbreak at the ‘save the date card’ that was sent to all of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase's close friends and family. 

When he had first seen the envelope he was excited. Chiron had handed it to him at breakfast that morning, when he always passed out mail to campers. His heart skipped a beat when he read the return address, it was from Percy. And then he opened it. 

It was like he was fourteen again, heading into battle for the boy he loved, only to be disappointed. Maybe he should have expected this, of course he never had a chance with him. 

With nothing else to hold onto, he sunk into the shadows.

nico is heartbroken when percy tells him that he and annabeth are getting married. he won’t come out of his room in hades’ palace. seeing how heartbroken his son is, hades offers a solution. so nico knowing how horrible what he is about to do is but finding himself doing it anyway brings some drinks to percy’s apartment to share in celebration of his marriage.

percy wakes up in the underworld and while he is still groggy, nico pours pomegranate wine into his mouth.

he is now trapped in the underworld as persephone was.

Can you make a blanche x goth son of Apollo reader please 🥺

Sun Shine and Rainbows

Blanche x Male!Goth!Apollo!reader headcannons

(blanche is a really niche pjo character Lmao and there's not much about her other than cotg so this is kinda a stretch)

No cw's, but lmk if you find something that needs one

being a child of Apollo came with a lot of expectations

spending night shifts in the medic cabin, being decent at archery, singing at the campfire

hell you were even expected to look like your father.

eventually.. you were just done with it.

Hair dye and smudgy eye shadow became a nice escape from how you were 'supposed to be'

when you first met blanche, you knew it was similar for her.

A rejection of expectations and you clicked instantly

once y'all started dating you were her favorite thing to take pictures of.

like SO SO many. binders full.

and you even tried to take pictures of her, but you couldn't quite capture her like she could you

Will and Nico are yalls ride or dies

like Will will (haha) 100% talk to you or your gf about what to do for Nico for gifts or music or whatever, its really sweet.

speaking of gifts!

if you like to give people trinkets you know shes holding onto them forever-

n she likes to incooprate them into her photos!!

thats all I got, like I said not much material to work with her.. but this was fun :)

wyd if i start writing pjo fics

throwing up.

shadow of a heart | luke castellan.

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: luke’s last day at camp and everything that comes with it.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: book spoilers and (shocker) luke being a bit toxic but its all internally

a/n: this is based on cosmic love by florence and the machine !! aka one of my fave songs of all time. sorry ik i disappeared for a while :( i hope this fic is good enough as an apology <33 also i think it is impossible for me to not talk about the stars and sky in a fic …

Luke could swear his heart was about to burst out of his chest. The sound of unclaimed children snoring and the sight of his siblings peacefully sleeping didn’t seem to help him calm down, he ran a hand through his face before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He had to calm down. He couldn’t risk fucking this day up. After all, waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and with his heart running a marathon wasn’t the most pleasant way to kick off his last day at camp. His last day ever. 

“Don’t fail, Son of Hermes. Unless you’re a coward,” The Titan’s voice rang in his ears, causing his breathing to come out short and his chest to rise up and down at a fast pace. Luke gasped for air, pressing his free hand against his chest.

His body reacted faster than his brain. His mind blinding him with a fog of fear. Fear of not being strong enough for the Titan Lord. Fear of being too weak to take out the scorpion he currently had hidden under his bunk. Fear of losing his only family. Fear of losing you. 

Luke had to take a second to remember the reasoning behind his actions. Reminding himself to not be scared, because why should he be scared? The gods should be scared, not him. If they hadn’t neglected and abandoned their children he wouldn’t have to do this. How dare they make him feel scared? After everything they’ve done to him, after all his losses, after all the times he had to press his hand against his mouth in the shower to muffle his sobs… why should Luke be scared? 

His heart slowly returned to its normal pace and Luke took advantage of it to throw his bedsheets to the side and step out of his bunk, walking in careful steps towards the door, making sure to skip over the pieces of wood that always creaked under his feet. The six years he spent under the roof of the Hermes Cabin helping him learn the best ways to sneak out without getting caught.

 At least something good came out of it, he thought. 

And even if he got caught, what would the children do? They admired him. He was The Strong and Brave Luke Castellan, the most skilled swordsman in the last three hundred years. The campers would be too intimidated to rat out their counselor. 

The certainty of his dominance over the campers was enough to fuel his last steps and open the door. Luke was greeted with a starry sky and a quiet night, the wood nymphs not humming in their sleep for probably the first time ever. He thought this was fitting. Camp Half-Blood being quiet on his last day. It’s almost as if the Camp was silently begging him not to leave.

Look at us. Look at how quiet it will be. Look at how dark the safe haven of the demigods will become. You’ll take the stars with you when you leave. 

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the loud thoughts he was having. Luke had it all planned out, all he had to do was pack his things and leave. 

No.

All he had to do was pack his things, make sure the Son of Poseidon dies, betray his sweet and brave little sister, betray you.. and leave. 

Stay. Just stay. It won’t be dark if you stay. Don’t take the stars away from your family. 

Luke was sure he was going crazy. He probably has been for a long time but he became certain of it when he gave up everything just to prove his loyalty to The Titan Lord. 

But despite all the rage he had inside him, a part of him wanted to run straight to the Big House and tell Chiron all about his wrongdoings. He wanted to get on his knees and repent for stealing The Master Bolt and The Helm of Darkness. He wanted to cry into your arms and reassure you of all the love he held for you. 

How could a silent camp be so loud at the same time? 

Luke walked to the combat arena and took Backbiter out of its hilt. The weight of it not even coming close to the weight he felt on his shoulders. His hands shook as he stared at the blade, the mix of tempered steel and celestial bronze making him feel sick. A feeling of impending doom settling in his gut.

“It can kill mortals, demigods, and immortal divine beings,” He remembered his master’s words. Luke’s reflection on the blade stared back at him, his scar being more prominent than usual.

Was he cursed? Maybe he was doomed from the moment he was born. 

He was fourteen years old when he stopped believing in salvation. The thought of there being a paradise where he’d end up happy and in peace seemed impossible to him, almost unimaginable. He had been fighting his entire life, not ever knowing peace or unconditional love a day of it. Sure, he assumed his mother loved him before she turned into... whatever she was now. But he stopped believing in the goodness of the world when he packed his bags at just nine years old and ran away from his house. After all, that’s what it always was: a house, not ever really a home. 

He was sixteen when he found his home. After two years of grieving Thalia’s death and sobbing silently in the showers—not ever daring to let Annabeth see him as weak, he found his home. He met you. Someone who would listen when he’d ramble about his mother’s homemade sandwiches and cookies, the ones he always claimed were “Kinda bad and didn’t miss at all,” never forgetting to mention that his mentally unstable mother is probably so far gone by now and probably doesn’t even remember the recipe. 

Luke twirled the sword with his right hand, trying to get comfortable with the newfound weight. He stared at Backbiter, noticing how it even made him feel scared, the darkness it held made him want to sneak into the Forge and melt it down. 

He tried to calm himself down by remembering one of the thousand times he shared stories about his mother while you silently listened. 

“I mean it, she thought those sandwiches were the peak of cuisine and yeah, I was nine so I guess it probably was, but... really? She could’ve done so much better. I suppose I can’t blame her for it, I would be a mediocre parent if someone like Hermes was co-parenting with me,” He explained while playing with your hair, his slender fingers moving in a delicate way while he kept his eyes on the campers risking their lives as they flew higher than they should with their pegasi. 

You didn’t miss the way he laced his tone with disgust when he said his father’s name, but you knew better than to reprimand him for it. “Beckendorf is totally going to fall off that damned horse,” You chose the safe answer, changing the direction of the conversation to something more lighthearted. 

Luke snorted next to you before poking your side with his free hand, “You’ve been in this camp for three years and you’re still calling them horses? Gods, what would Zeus say?” You could hear his smile even though he tried to mask it in his faux angry statement. 

“What would Zeus say? I’m sure you would love to know, Castellan. You should ask him in two weeks,” You replied, turning your head to the left to face him and poking him in the chest. You took notice of Luke rolling his eyes when you reminded him of the most dreaded time of the year: The annual winter solstice visit to Mount Olympus. 

“Don’t tempt me, angel. I’ll even tell him my sweet girlfriend was the one who ordered me to ask him about it,” He said, before leaning closer to you and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, his hand moving from your hair to your jaw, caressing it in the tender way he always did. 

“Alright, alright. I get it, you win.” 

A bright smile made its way to Luke’s face, “Just another day on the job.”

“Just another day of you being a huge—” Your statement was interrupted by a loud thud and the sound of campers screaming, begging for a medic. The two of you were quick to stand up and run to the stables just to be greeted with the sight of a group of campers surrounding a clearly injured Charlie Beckendorf. 

“Fuck, Beckendorf. I’ll go check if there is a free spot in the infirmary for you but you need to be more careful when you play around with that horse.” You turned around, trying to ignore how worried you felt for your Son-of-Hephaestus friend, ready to sprint all the way to the Apollo Cabin. 

You were a few feet away from the stables when you heard a yell coming from behind you, “It’s a Pegasus, baby!”

You screamed back a “Shut the fuck up, Castellan!” and tried to ignore the wide eyes you got from the younger campers who heard the not so pleasant word come out of your mouth. 

Luke didn’t know how long he spent in the combat arena trying to get comfortable with the weight and darkness Backbiter had, but the sun was out and shining its bright rays down on Camp Half-Blood by the time he finally got tired. He panted and closed his eyes as he felt a wave of exhaustion take all over his body. 

He just didn’t know if he was exhausted from training or exhausted from keeping secrets from you. 

“Don’t get mad but that new sword looks kinda..” Your voice had him snapping his eyes open, the sight of you walking towards him making his body feel lighter. Luke felt so relieved to see you that he considered dropping down to his knees and breaking down crying over the weight he was carrying. If he hadn’t been in a public space he might as well have done it.

“It looks kinda?” He answered, running the back of his hand through his forehead, trying to get rid of the sweat trickling down from his hair.

“Kinda shit,” You continued. “I think the sword being double edged is cool but it’s stupid to have that. When would we ever maim a mortal? The tempered steel is useless.” 

Luke gave you a small smile before looking away from you. When would we ever maim a mortal? You’d be surprised, he thought. He looked up again to meet your eyes, a frown taking over your features. Luke’s heart sank when he saw your worried demeanor. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You whispered, walking closer to him and cupping his cheeks, running your thumb under his scar before leaning closer to him and kissing it. 

Luke hummed at the sensation, he always felt less ashamed of himself and his actions whenever you kissed his scar or caressed it. He didn’t understand why but he liked having the knowledge of someone not seeing the scar as proof of his blatant failure, he liked knowing you saw the scar as another beautiful part of him—a part you loved. 

He turned his head to the left, kissing the palm of your hand and replying with a low, “Don’t worry about it. You know how I always get when it’s the last day of Camp for the summer campers.” 

It wasn’t a complete lie. Luke always felt sick whenever this day arrived because he knew half of the campers he met this year wouldn’t be coming back. They’d be lucky if they even survived all the way to December. 

“No, Castellan. I will worry about it. If it’s important to you then it is important to me,” you answered, matching his low tone as you stared into his eyes, feeling captivated by the light they held inside of them. You were sure a star fell straight into them and that’s why they always reflected light and love.

Luke sighed and took your hand that was cupping his cheek, intertwining it with his.  “Fuck, I’m going to miss you so much,” he whispered, almost as if he was talking to himself. 

“You do know I’ll come back to camp for Christmas, right? Plus, we can Iris Message whenever you want. You don’t have to miss me, Luke,” you reminded him. Luke almost keeled over and vomited at the knowledge of you thinking you’ll see him again in Camp. 

“I always miss you, angel. I’m even missing you right now,” Luke answered, leaning down to steal a quick kiss just to be stopped by a hand pressed to his chest. “What the fuck?”

“You’re sweaty as shit, Castellan. Go take a shower and maybe I’ll let you kiss me when you’re done.” That was enough motivation for Luke to mutter an annoyed “Fine,” and walk to the showers. 

Luke spent more time under the showerhead than usual. It was his last day at camp, he reminded himself. He deserved to take a long cold shower without the worry of Mr. D getting mad at him for “Wasting the cold water on just himself.” He could use all the water he wanted because he was never going to step a foot inside this place ever again. 

Plus, he could use this alone time to think. Think about the finality today will bring. An end to his years at camp. An end to his loyalty to the gods. An end to his bond with Annabeth. An end to his relationship with you.

That’s probably what scares him the most–the thought of you deciding to go against him. He doesn't know if he should let you know about the things that were bound to happen tonight or if he should just keep you in the dark. 

Two frightening options: Bringing you to the light and showing his true self to you or keeping you in the shadows.. never fully knowing how broken and rotten he truly is. 

He tried to not think about the second option for too long. Because even if you did find out and he went through with Kronos’s plan causing the sky to remain starless forever, he knew you would choose to stay in the shadows for him. He trusted you and knew you would rather stay in the darkness than go against him.

The rest of his day went by faster than he wanted. He sparred with a few campers, got used to Backbiter’s weight by fighting some training dummies in the combat arena, spent time with his siblings, and sat next to you in the dining pavilion. It all seemed like a normal day at Camp Half-Blood. 

Well, at least that’s how it felt until Percy Jackson came back from his visit to Mount Olympus. 

The campers celebrated his return by lighting up fireworks and cheering his name every two seconds. It all made Luke feel sick. Why didn’t he get treated like that when he came back from his quest? All he got was a scar, looks of pity, and dead quest companions.

 No heroic welcome and no fireworks. Just burnt shrouds, mourners, and a feeling of self-loathing taking all over him. 

“Hey,” your voice made him drag his gaze away from the green fireworks lighting up the night sky. He turned his head to the right, meeting your eyes and raising a brow.

“I am pretty sure you owe me a kiss,” he said in a playful tone, taking notice of how the light of the fireworks illuminated your face just right, making the light look like a halo around you. 

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it is impossible for there to be no light and for the sky to be starless. There will always be light as long as your heart is beating and your eyes are set on him.  

“Huh, do I? I don’t think I do,” you replied, biting your lip trying to prevent a smile from taking over your face. 

“Oh, shut up,” Luke answered, finally taking your face in his hands and kissing you. He almost fell to his knees at the feeling of your lips moving against his. The kiss was like a comet’s trail, leaving behind luminous particles of Luke’s hidden secrets and unspoken desires. 

You pulled away first, trying to catch your breath as you kept your eyes closed and your forehead pressed against his. “What’s wrong?” you whispered, asking him the same question you did in the morning.

“Why do you ask?” Luke answered in between pants, his breathing uneven due to the intensity of the kiss you shared. 

“You were.. somewhere else when I walked here. Lost inside your pretty little mind,” you explained. Luke hummed when he heard your answer. 

“I just,” he sighed, pulling his forehead away from yours by raising his head. “What would you–” he cut himself off. “Never mind.”

“No, it’s fine. I want to hear it.” 

“What would you do if you woke up one day and the earth was consumed by darkness? And I mean complete darkness, no sun and no stars.” 

“Holy shit. Did you hang out with the Apollo and Athena cabin?” you held back an amused laugh.

“Just humor me for a second, please.”

“Alright, um..” you looked down, trying to formulate an answer to Luke’s strangely philosophical question. “I guess I wouldn’t mind as long as I could find you. I know I’d be able to find my way to you so I wouldn’t really worry too much.”

And that answer was everything Luke ever needed. 

He spent some more time talking to you, memorizing the way you looked under the lights of the amphitheater in your Camp shirt and necklace. Trying to enjoy it because he will never have this sight again. 

Luke excused himself with an “I have a gift for Percy, but I’ll come back to you. Just give me some time,” before walking all the way to the cabins and taking out the Pit Scorpion he had hidden under his bunk. 

There was no fear in his actions this time. His heart was beating in a steady rhythm and his hands weren't shaking anymore. The weight of Backbiter in its hilt felt perfect against his hip. 

There would be no fear in any of his actions anymore. Because he knows if he keeps you in the shadows you’ll eventually become a dark starless sky just like him.

luke can put backbiter to my chin like that idc

SEND LUKE REQS WOOF WOOF WOOF

good evening i take film photography let me propose an idea:

luke smut where reader has film camera and he comes over one night and they take pics of each other one specific scene i have brewing is reader on top and luke just lookin up at her all dopey and shit and she takes the photo ok i’m done would u guys read be honest

in a sentimental mood, luke fluff yay or nay

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title : “you weren’t supposed to find out this way..”

warnings : none!!

luke castellan + reader

a/n : yes a sad imagine for my first post 😣

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you weren’t supposed to find out this way, luke had never planned for you to find out this way, to see him completely flip out on percy, to see him such a wreck. you were supposed to find out with him talking to you about it saying something among the lines of “i want you to join me.” but instead you found out is such a horrible heart wrecking way.

you were just following annabeth since clarisse (gf mentioned) had gone to her cabin which a few friends completely uninterested in celebrating percy who she envied, you heard a loud yell of pain with the sound of metal clashing looking at annabeth you two quickened your pace when you saw percy and luke fighting? you were confused until you heard Luke trying to convince percy to leave camp with him ‘why would luke want to leave camp??’ your thoughts consumed of the possibilities for answers but that was when luke raised his sword at percy and you knew you had to speak up and save him despite being lost for words your tounge almost incapable of moving you let out the name of the boy who had left you confused. “luke?”

it was barley audible but loud enough for both percy and luke to turn their heads to annabeth and you luke’s eyes had softened in realization the beings that meant so dearly to him bringing him back from his outburst. “annabeth..”

was the first thing he said before looking to see you the tears were brimmed in your eyes just like his (TWININGGG) his demeanor was changed from before when you found the two boys fighting “we heard everything.”

annabeth spoke her voice rough her tone so different from how she would normally use to the boy who practically raised her and cared for her, her older brother. lukes attention drew to you once again seeing the hurt expression

“sweetheart..” he let out stepping closer to you to which you backed up from him in fear as he reached his hand out to you. a tear escaped from his soft brown eyes realizing that his worst nightmare had come true. his girlfriend and his darling little sister were afraid of him, annabeth looked at you before going to percy helping him.

“you weren’t supposed to find out this way.” his voice breaking he wanted to come closer to you but stopped himself seeing how fearful you were without saying it he could just see it in your eyes, the way your beautiful eyes that he loved staring into had trailed over his face, orbs shaking he hated seeing you like that. he rarely ever did but when you were it hurt to see but this time was different from those other times, instead of you being afraid of the wars you were scared of him.

“i trusted you luke.” you let out and hearing those words it was like a punch in the gut he regretted not telling you sooner like he planned. “was everything you said a lie? is this relationship a lie? do you even love me?” hearing your heart broken voice shattered him to pieces he was disappointed in himself for making you doubt his love for you.

“no, no.. baby of course i love you i only ever lied to you about this i promise. i’m so sorry.” he cried only getting closer to you without realizing it. he had brought up a hand to your cheek running his thumb over the soft skin looking down at you he knew what he soon had to do and it pained him to leave like this he wanted to beg for you to come with him, beg for your forgiveness, beg for you to join him but it was no use seeing the fear and hurt in your eyes he knew he cut you too deep. he turned his attention from you to annabeth who was currently holding percy up his arm around around her waist luke took a deep breath.

“i love you.” he brought a soft kiss to your temple before he was gone, he ran off inside the portal he opened leaving you hurt and upset.

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a/n: i literally hate this but kinda love it, dk how to feel. i didn’t know how to end this so sorry if its bad but hope you enjoyed! and feel free to give feedback back !!

this scene broke me m still in shock, leah, walker and charlie acted SO WELL in this scene like rent was DUE

i just wanted the flag

percy jackson x aphrodite! reader ;; fluff, y/n, h/c, and e/c used, charm-speak, fem reader, show percy

ep 2 / chapter 8

part one

dedicated to my bsffff ;; @urfavnamilover (she also proof read it)

APHRODITE KIDS WERE known for being useless during capture the flag, in Percy's words "they just look at themselves in the creek and gossip". He wasn't wrong, most of them did, but its only because they love their mother and want to appreciate what she has given them.

but, then again not all of them are like that, some of them use the powers that Aphrodite has. y/n for example, they actually try to get the flag, it should be fairly simple for her, but the thing is... her charm-speak wears off after 10 minutes. its not strong at all.

y/n walked through the lush forest wearing her armor and sword, red of course, as she moved her feet forward, she looked at the new kid laying in the log as Clarisse snuck up on him, y/n shook her head shooing her away mouthing "I have an idea" .

Clarisse didn't trust her, because she was an Aphrodite kid whose only mastered skill is to sit there and look pretty, but she rolled her eyes and decided she had better things to do, so she walked away, leaving her to do her thing.

"Hey, you're the new kid, right?" he shot up and reached for his sword. "woah hey, I'm no harm, not really a thing I can do" he kept his guard up "how do i know that" he said, she shrugs "trust me.",,

Suddenly, he felt the need to believe her and drop his sword, so he did without a second thought. "That's more like it" she smirked at him. He sat down on the log again and she sat next to him.

"sooo... how's your first week?" she asked awkwardly "how was your first week?" he asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "okay then... anything i can do to make it better?" she looked at him, and he looked at her thinking. "you could get Annabeth to lay off", y/n laughs " Annabeth means well, she's trying to leave camp, and get a quest, honestly i wish i could too but i have no purpose out there". Percy looks at her weird "why not?" she smiles "I'm a year-round" he nods at her "y'know what'd make me feel better? if you'd go get the flag for us" she crosses her legs pouting at him. then he gets the feeling again, the need to do it, to go get her his flag.

as stupid as he felt he did it, he got up and walked towards where the flag was. "Now i just hope he can get back in under 10 minutes..." y/n mumbles.

When he gets to the flag, the guard looks at him funky, "what are you doing" and he snaps out of it. "i... don't know" he looks around "did you talk to y/n?" they ask, "who?" he raises an eyebrow, the kid rolls his eyes ``the really pretty girl who has h/c hair and e/c eyes, shes in cabin 10, the Aphrodite cabin, her necklace says it." he scoffs in a 'duh' tone.

even though Percy couldn't recall seeing her necklace, he could remember that she was very pretty, and did have h/c and e/c so he just nodded his head, and the guard sighed, "well stay away from her, her charm-speak isn't very strong and only last like 5 minutes"

"ITS 10 MINUTES!!!" They heard a booming voice from inside the forest. They all looked over to the sound to see the girl holding her hand over her mouth, as she started to run in a different direction.

"should i chase her?" Percy asked, the guard shrugs, "if you wanna, we don't really need you here" Percy nods and runs in the same direction.

She ran towards the lake and disappeared, as Percy was looking around, he saw Clarisse walking towards him, he looked the other way, but no luck he was trapped.

time skip, after the fight (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

The blue team comes running towards the lake yelling and cheering, they got the flag. Percy gets on his feet, and looks over to them. Annabeth takes off the cap her mother gave her and stands next to him, "were you there the whole time?" Percy asks annoyed, Annabeth shrugs "..yes" Percy blinks at her, you were there the whole time and didn't help me?" he looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed, "yes" she says "why?", doesn't answer but she helps him up.

she stares at him for a sec, he couldn't read her expression but he knew that she was thinking of something. "Listen Percy..." she looks down then looks in his eyes again "i'm sorry" she whispers before pushing him back into the lake behind him. Percy knots his eyebrows together "what is wrong with you?" he yells standing up.

but he feels better, he feels more energized, like he could run around the whole world and not break a sweat. "Percy..." the scratch on his cheek suddenly stops hurting, as he pulls his hand up he feels that his cheek is smooth again, no scratch.

He looks at Annabeth with confusion, as he notices a light emitting from above him and the whole camp is dead silent. He looks up and sees a trident, Poseidon's symbol.

im sorry if i made you mad

percy jackson x aphrodite!reader ;; part two too "i just wanted the flag" , y/n used, a tinsy tiny bit of angst... , Clarisse is very ooc 😭

ep 2 / chapter 9

part one

"LISTEN CLARISSE, IM SORRY" y/n says while getting scolded by the brunette, "sorry doesn't fix what we lost" she shouts back. "its a game! you'll get over it!" y/n yells stomping away, a few of the other campers take notice of the 2 arguing, its not uncommon for them to be fighting, in fact their toe to toe almost every day.

"dont walk away from me, y/n!" Clarisse follows the h/c to her cabin, "i thought we were done, you yelled at me for fucking up again, i walk away, done." she rolls her eyes and turns around. " you need to either back off, or learn to make your powers useful" Clarisse points at her chest.

they were friends, at least they used to be, before Clarisse became a power obsessed manic. they met when they were 3 before they knew they were demi-gods.

cabin 10 was currently empty, other than the two standing in between her bunk and a vanity. "what happened to you, you were never like this before" y/n mentions, "people change, it's called puberty." Clarisse snaps back. y/n sighs sitting down on her pink sheets, "just get out" she says. the brunette doesn't say anything instead she walks out passing Percy, who was about to walk in the cabin.

"um... hey" y/n turns around to see the blonde standing at the door, "newbie, what do i owe the pleasure?" she smiles at him and he steps in, "i have a question." she nods.

"earlier, during capture the flag, you told me to go get you my own flag for you, and i did, what happened?" he asks, she smiles "charm-speak." she says proudly, "one of the awesome powers i get from my mother." Percy nods "will i get a power from my dad?" he takes a few steps closer. y/n nods "cool.." the room stays silent for a while. "what was Clarisse doing here?" he looks at her.

"yelling, per-usual" she shrugs, "don't worry about it" she stands up and walks over to Percy.

"whats on your mind?" she says. "your very pretty" he smiles before widening his eyes "i didn't mean to say that!" she laughs "charm-speak" she winks before running out of the cabin to find her siblings

time skip !

it was now night time and the camp was having a party to celebrate the blue team winning capture the flag again.

"y/n!" she turns her head down to the person yelling her name, it was Kayla, one of the Apollo kids "the new kid is looking for you!!" she yells again, "why?" she stares at the ginger. "he says he wants to show you something!! "y/n sighs "tell him i'm in a tree by the pond!" she smiles at Kayla as she runs off to go tell Percy. she lays her head against the tree.

Percy walks over to the tree "hey!" she stares at him, "hello Percy" she bows her head sarcastically "why are you up there?" he asks. she smiles widely "its peaceful, you should join me." he thinks for a second then starts climbing. "Kayla said you had something to show me" she looks at him "i lied, i just wanted to see you again" he grunts holding on to a sturdy branch and pulling himself up.

"why?" she asks, "we're friends now aren't we?" she smiles sadly, she hasn't really had a good friend since Clarisse, "yeah, of course we are' he finally sits on the branch next to her, "i got assigned a quest" Percy says, "seriously? congrats Percy!" she hits his shoulder while he smiles, "Chiron said, i could bring 2 people with me, i was thinking about taking you" he looks at her for any kind of reaction, but it wasn't the reaction he expected. her smile turned into a frown and her shoulders dropped. "no, i can't go with you" his eyebrows furrowed "why not?" she shook her head "i cant help you" she laughs sadly. "take Annabeth, shes strong, and independent. and she'll be happy to go on a quest for once." Percy looks at the water, "i wont see you for a while" he says. he looks at her and sees her hand with four of her fingers curled in and her pinky sticking out.

"then promise me you'll come back"

he wraps his pinky around hers, "i promise"

they smile at each other

PJO charecters as subjects

Percy Jackson: Marine Biology, Greek Mythology, Creative Writing (A cop)

Annabeth Chase: Architecture, History, Politics

Grover Underwood: Environmental Science, Botany, Music

Luke Castellan: Art History, Buisness &Marketing, Mythology

Thalia Grace: Geography, Music,meteorology

Nico di Angelo: Poetry, Psychology,Forensic science

Clarisse La Rue: Physical Education, Military History, Conflict Resolution

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: Art, Creative Writing, Cultural Studies

Chiron: Equestrian Studies, Classical Studies, Leadership

Mr. D (Dionysus): Drama, Viticulture, Classical Literature

Silena Beauregard: Fashion Design, Greek Mythology, Literature

Beckendorf: Engineering, Blacksmithing, Military Strategy

Katie Gardner: Botany, Agriculture, Environmental Activism

Travis and Connor Stoll: Engineering, Entrepreneurship, Communication

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano: Military Strategy, Roman History, Diplomacy/political science

Will Solace: Medicine, Healing Arts, Archery

Octavian: Oratory, Roman Politics, Law

Frank Zhang:( Chinese Mythology,) Archery, Politics, Law

Hazel Levesque: History,anthropology, sociology

Leo Valdez: Engineering, Inventorship, Pyrotechnics

Calypso: Shipbuilding, Survival Skills, Island Ecology

Piper McLean: Communication, Acting,( Cherokee Mythology),marketing

Jason Grace:( Roman History) , international relations, law & politics, Army

Charles Beckendorf: Demolitions, Engineering, Theoretical science.

Drew Tanaka: Fashion Design, buisness, arts

Peter Parker 🤝 Percy Jackson

in canon, apollo invented the honey, he gay meme. not only is this one of the most meta things across the entire franchise, the way he phrases it makes it sound like in the pjo verse, the meme actually went viral. apollo is canonically a fucking memelord and i could not be happier

everybody out here either a. getting hyped for wottg, b. tearing the three chapters we have to shreds, or c. chanting the names of characters they want to appear (mostly alabaster). i don't feel it's right to build up or tear down a book when we only have a small snippet of it, but i can name my major hope for wottg: i want a percabeth fight.

it doesn't have to be super big, it doesn't have to last all that long, and it doesn't have to be over something significant. i just want them to argue. i want them to disagree on something. i want them to be snappy. i want them to raise their voices at each other, if only a little bit. i want to see percy's inner thoughts before, during, and after. i want them to be petty afterwards.

again, i don't care if it's just something as simple as bickering. i just want it to happen. percabeth may be a near-perfect relationship, but nothing is truly flawless. humans are complicated, relationships are complicated, and i feel like it'd make the two that much more human to see that reflected in the book.

written by @baby-blue-bubbles and illustrated by me!

percy is playing minecraft when piper and annabeth enter the room, debating about something. Percy, focused on the grind, barely pays attention until Piper asks him something.

“can you repeat that? i wasn’t paying attention,” says percy.

“I said I think you would look so great with an earring. And Annabeth thinks so too but is too embarrassed to say it.” Piper motions to Annabeth who sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose.

“whatever, i just think—“ Annabeth cuts herself off before she blushes,

”Nevermind.” She’s about to leave when percy mutters something that surprises both her and piper.

“I had a piercing. in like…7th? Grade? Yeah, around that time.” Then goes back to playing his game.

Piper, shellshocked by this groundbreaking news turns slowly to annabeth, her hands slowly making their way to her surprised face before she whirls around and shrieks at percy, “Proof or it didn’t happen!”

He huffs a laugh before smirking and fetching a picture from his bag nearby.

“Yeah I had a piercing at my boarding school, and I was digging through old pictures and found one of younger me with, guess what, an eyebrow piercing.”

percy hands annabeth a blurry, ripped, old school picture print. annabeth recognized the boy in the picture. it was percy. maybe about 13 or 14. he was standing infront of what looked like some kind of boarding school, and he looked to be standing in a group of classmates. he looked pretty goofy in the school uniform, annabeth thought. but that wasn’t what caught her attention. it was the tiny, glaring piece of metal hooked around his eyebrow. annabeth almost gasped out of shock. how had she never known that percy had a piercing? why didn’t he have it now? why did she love it so much on him? Piper stood up and raced to annabeths side, trying to snatch the picture out of her hands.

Annabeth is silent while piper stares in awe at the picture.

“How did you pierce your eyebrow in boarding school???”

Percy: “Well, uh. Funny story. There was some kid doing piercings in the bathroom of this school, and during some passing period I just went in there and got it. Didn’t even hurt. But when I went home to see my mom a couple weeks later. Well, I forgot that I had it. So when I walked into the apartment and she ran up to me, her hair got caught on my eyebrow. I didn’t say anything, and when her back was turned, I kinda just ripped it out and forgot about it,” percy shrugged.

annabeth studies the picture closely. piper wasn’t lying, she really did like the way it looked on percy. the small metal ring contrasted nicely with Percy’s dark eyebrows, and it really did compliment his freckles. but really, the best thing about it was how much more attractive it made him look. annabeth looked back up to Percy, imagining how it would look on him now. a dark blush spread across her face.

annabeth cursed under her breathe, “di immortales.”

Percy was staring at annabeth as she seemed to take in the old picture of him. He remembered how cool he thought he must have been when he had the eyebrow piercing. he truly had forgotten about it though. should he go get it done again? it certainly didn’t hurt and by the look on annabeths face, well, she certainly loved the idea of it. Percy smirked as a dark blush ran across his girlfriend’s face, while an idea popped into his head.

*About two weeks later. By this time, the conversation was well forgotten by everyone. Everyone except for Percy, that is.*

Annabeth is sitting on percys bed, watching her iPad intensely. Percy knew she was probably looking through some kind of building plans, or even some of Daedalus’s old blueprints. Percy walks in, sporting his new piercings. he walked up to annabeth, smiling at the reaction that he knew was coming.

Percy: “hey ‘beth((in my head this sounds more natural almost like he’s saying ‘nabeth, as a nickname for her)). watcha doing?”

Annabeth: “‘m just looking through some blueprints, why…what do you wan-“

As annabeth was talking, she looked up at percy and jumped up suddenly, her jaw dropped in shock. her eyes raced across his face, looking at two very new and very good-looking piercings. on his eyebrow was a dark blue metal vertical bar, and in his ear was a black standard tragus piercing with a blue opal gem in the center. Percy smirked, the look on annabeths face priceless.

Percy: “I got these today. We were talking about it the other day and I could tell how much you liked them. Also, I think they look cool. What do you think?” Percy asked, knowing very well what she thought of them.

Annabeth blushed darkly. She loved them. Probably more than he did. Definitely more than he did. She reached up to inspect his face closer, seeing how the blue opal shined iridescent in the light. she saw the redness surrounding the piercings, knowing they were still sore and healing. She adored the way the dark cool blue metal stood out against his tan skin. She studied his face and the confident but still slightly nervous look, probably wondering why she hadn’t said anything yet.

Annabeth: “what do I think?

Percy hummed a yes, patiently waiting for her answer.

Annabeth: “I think that you definitely should have gotten these sooner,” she laughed.

**THE END**