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lecsainz · 3 months

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˒ ⌕ CUTE MOMENTS

summary: some cute moments if you were dating one of the characters from the riordanverse.

an: my inspiration is running low 😭

( my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

˒ ⌕ CLARISSE LA RUE

Clarisse returned to her cabin after a day of training, only to find you cozily wrapped up in her oversized hoodie. The sight made her heart skip a beat. "Hey, that's my hoodie," she grinned, a playful glint in her eyes.

You looked up, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "I hope you don't mind. It's just so comfy."

Clarisse chuckled, walking over to you. "Nah, looks better on you anyway." She slid her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "Besides, it's not like I mind sharing with my girl."

You blushed at the affectionate words, leaning into her embrace. "You're the best, Clarisse."

"Damn right, I am," she teased, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. "But you make my hoodie look even better. Maybe I should let you borrow it more often."

˒ ⌕ PERCY JACKSON

Percy returned to his cabin, tired after a day of training and quests. As he entered, he noticed a familiar figure curled up on his bed. It took a moment for him to register, and when he did, a surprised smile crept onto his face.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he whispered, not wanting to wake you.

You stirred, blinking sleepily at him. "Hey, Percy. I...uh, might have dozed off waiting for you."

He chuckled, finding your presence more delightful than any surprise. "You're adorable when you're asleep, you know that?"

You blushed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "Sorry for intruding. I'll go back to my cabin."

Percy shook his head, moving closer. "No way. You're staying right here." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back onto the bed. "This is the best surprise ever. I wouldn't want to come back to an empty cabin anyway."

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling completely at ease. "I might have left a surprise for you too."

Percy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What's that?"

With a sly smile, you pulled out a small bag of blue cookies. "Blue chocolate chip cookies. A little something I whipped up for you."

Percy's eyes lit up, and he grabbed one eagerly. "I love you, you know that?"

Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and Percy's laughter filled the room. He placed a gentle kiss on your blushing cheek.

"I love your cookies and you," he teased, his expression softening. "I mean it, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you replied with a shy smile, "I love you too, Percy."

˒ ⌕ LEO VALDEZ

Leo couldn't help but grin as you fussed over a small scrape on his arm, your eyes filled with concern.

"Hey, Sunshine, what's with the worried face?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You sighed, "Leo, you need to take better care of yourself. You're always getting hurt."

"Ah, it's just a little scratch. I'm practically fireproof, babe," he teased.

You rolled your eyes, but your concern persisted. "Seriously, Leo, let me help. I don't want you getting hurt all the time."

Leo's expression softened as he looked into your eyes. "Alright, alright, Nurse Y/N, do your thing."

As you rummaged through a first aid kit, Leo couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked, completely absorbed in caring for him. The thought crossed his mind – he was the luckiest demigod in camp.

When you returned with antiseptic and a bandage, Leo flashed a sly smile. "Does this mean I get a kiss for being a good patient?"

You blushed, trying to hide a smile, and replied, "Leo Valdez, you're impossible."

He winked, "But you love it."

˒ ⌕ LUKE CASTELLAN

As moonlight spilled across the camp, you emerged from your cabin, a sheepish expression on your face. Luke, who was sitting by the fire, noticed your arrival.

"Hey, couldn't sleep again?" he asked, sensing your restlessness.

You nodded, a slight blush coloring your cheeks. "Yeah, I thought... maybe I could sleep with you tonight? If that's okay."

Luke's eyes lit up, and he patted the space beside him. "Of course, come here."

You settled beside him, feeling the warmth of the fire and the comforting presence of Luke. As you nestled into his side, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Much better?" Luke inquired, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nodded, appreciating the security of his embrace. "Thanks for always being here, Luke."

He smiled down at you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Anytime, sweetheart. I love having you in my arms."

˒ ⌕ ANNABETH CHASE

You were quietly sketching in your notebook, capturing the essence of Annabeth's features with each stroke of your pencil. Lost in the moment, you didn't notice her approaching until she peeked over your shoulder.

"You drawing something interesting?" Annabeth inquired, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

You looked up, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Maybe," you replied cryptically, revealing the sketch of Annabeth you had been working on.

Annabeth's eyes widened as she saw herself on paper. "You... you drew me?" she asked, a hint of surprise and shyness in her voice.

You looked up, a warm smile on your face. "Guilty as charged. Couldn't resist capturing your beauty on paper."

She blushed, clearly not accustomed to being the subject of someone's artistic attention. "I didn't know you could draw so well."

Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Wise Girl."

Her blush deepened, but she couldn't hide the small smile that played on her lips. "Well, keep drawing, then," she said, feigning nonchalance.

˒ ⌕ JASON GRACE

You sat in front of your vanity, engrossed in the process of applying makeup. The soft hum of a song played in the background as you carefully blended shades on your eyelids. Unbeknownst to you, Jason lay comfortably on your bed, observing your every move.

"Wow, you really know what you're doing with that stuff," he remarked, a lighthearted smile playing on his lips.

You turned to see him lounging there, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm just experimenting. What do you think?"

Jason propped himself up on his elbows. "You don't need any of that to look amazing, you know?"

You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks at his sweet comment. "You're biased."

He chuckled, getting up and walking over to you. "Maybe a little, but you're beautiful with or without makeup."

With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter. "I'm the luckiest guy to have you," he whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss that lingered, leaving you with a warm and fuzzy feeling.

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blogfromneptune · 3 months

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MELODIC HEALING

PAIRING clarisse la rue x apollodaughter!reader

IN WHICH clarisse and her siblings got a bit carried away during their sparing matches. lucky for clarisse, her girlfriend has gentle hands and a way with magic.

w/c : 1275

a/n : dior. that’s it… enjoy :)

sweat dripped from her brow as clarisse walked through camp. her siblings had ropped her into yet another sparing tournament which she won with ease. she was rather annoyed, to be frank. she loved her siblings, yes. she also loved battles. but she had plans to wake up early to properly freshen up and take her girlfriend for a walk after breakfast.

instead, she was awoken by the sound of an argument between her siblings; two of the newer members of the cabin arguing about gods knows what. that put her on a bad foot to begin with. she spent the time she could have had getting ready dealing with them and barking at them to clean up their mess. breakfast was anything but what she wanted. she scraped her offerings into the fire silently praying to her father to show up and tell her siblings off, before she walked back to her table where her brothers were beginning to arm wrestle.

one of their arms landed in her food and instead of yelling and knocking them right then and there, she slid her now squashed food away from her, stood up, and walked away.

when one of her sisters asked if she wanted to spar, she was already fuming with her cabin, so she agreed. it didn’t take long for all her siblings to be groaning on the floor, battered and bruised. clarisse stood tall above them, her face neutral and sweaty. she tossed her spear at her newest little brother, who caught it with ease. “make sure they see one of the apollo kids, or something.” and with that, she was off to find her apollo kid.

she heard her before she saw her. the sweet humming of her girlfriend brought a small smile onto the face of the daughter of ares. the apollo cabin came into view, and there she was, sitting with her older brother, will, and one of her new younger sisters. she was doing her hair, a variation of braids and twists that she somehow made look gorgeous.

her girlfriend was humming a tune as will laid beside her, an old, beaten cowboy hat covering his face and his green flannel covering his body as a blanket.

“…she brought this on herself with her desires. Your family will be stained, gotta walk away… now.” clarisse stood off to the side for a bit, listening to whatever melody her girlfriend was singing now, until she caught her eye.

a smile grew on the daughter of apollos face as she was sticking flowers in her sister's hair, but her smile faltered.

clarisse was quick to raise her hands, grazing her face with her fingertips. she winced as they made contact with the large gash she had forgotten about. she knew she was going to get an earful…

will groaned and raised his hat a bit, peeking out when his sister stopped her tune. he made eye contact with clarisse and the ever-noticeable mark on her face. he hissed, sitting up and gripping his flannel.

“come on, skipper. let’s leave sis with her uh…” will trailed off, deciding to leave it at that. he took his new little sisters' upper arms and pulled her up, managing to get her on his back. they quickly retreated into their cabin.

clarisse was careful with her steps, biting the inside of her cheeks.

this big, scary woman, looked up to by many campers and also feared by many campers, felt scared of her sweet little sunshine girlfriend…

who could probably kill her with a single note if she wanted to.

she mounted the steps, her girlfriend looking away from her as she tidied up the elastics and ribbons. her cowboy hat rested on the armrest of the rocking chair she sat in. it was a gift from will for her 18th. it matched her perfectly; a nice beige colour with a baby pink ribbon wrapped around it and tiny string embroidery of daisies and sunflowers.

she grabbed it gingerly and placed it over her wind-messed hair. she wordlessly stood up and looked at clarisse.

clarisse clenched her teeth into an awkward smile, “hey baby -”

“clarisse la rue.”

shit.

“hun, i’m sorry -”

“let me have a look at you,” the daughter of apollo whispered, coming up on her tiptoes and taking her girlfriend's face in between her hands. she turned it side to side, up and down, examining every inch.

clarisse allowed it, bending down and looking up to the sky. she knew how much the ray of sunshine hated when she fought others. whether it be verbal or physical, it didn’t matter. clarisse tried to stop the habit once they became official, but sometimes it was hard to avoid.

and since she hadn’t gone on any quest, she didn’t have a good reason this time.

the daughter of apollo took one of her girlfriend's hands, bringing her over and sitting her in the rocking chair she had been in only minutes ago. clarisse groaned as she sat, the aching of her muscles from this morning finally catching up to her.

she watched her girlfriend go inside her cabin and then come out with a little box she had grown to recognize as the official first aid kit of the apollo cabin. she knelt in front of her and gestured for her to lean forward, which clarisse did.

with no warning, she placed a cotton pad with alcohol on it to her cheek. clarisse flinched and hissed, the liquid feeling as though it was sizzling on her flesh.

“don’t be a baby,” her girlfriend whispered, hiding the little smile on her face as she looked down to grab another cotton pad.

“‘m not being a baby.” clarisse sounded like she was pouting. she would never act this way around anyone. but the girl in front of her brought out a completely different side of her.

she adored it.

clarisse closed her eyes, letting her girlfriend hum a small tune and the gash beginning to glow. it was like the scene from rapunzel- the movie clarisse was forced to see at gunpoint (gunpoint = her girlfriend's smile and puppy dog eyes).

she felt the wound begin to close in on itself. it was still a weird feeling, despite having experienced it many times before.

“there.” clarisse opened her eyes. the first aid kit was packed up and placed next to the entrance to the cabin. her cheek didn’t hurt anymore and all that remained was a faint scar that would heal by morning.

“thank you,” clarisse grinned but it didn’t help her situation. her girlfriend raised a brow, expecting her to explain.

she sighed and reached for her arm, her own calloused and bruised hand feeling as though it was tainting the delicacy of the sun gods daughter. “just a little tournament. had to let out some anger.” clarisse’ voice was low.

the daughter of apollo took a small step, her western-style cowboy boots clacking against the ground. both she and will came from southern families, but she never showed it until she got comfortable in camp. now she didn’t hide the slight ting of an accent she had or her love for the southern style.

“i don’t like it when you fight,” she said lowly, standing in front of clarisse and both her hands wrapped in hers. clarisse brought them up and grazed her lips on her knuckles, the faint smell of flower hand sanitizer filling her nose.

“i know… i’m sorry, sunshine.” when clarisse glanced up, her girlfriend was smiling down at her. just like the sun looked down on the earth.

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sayoneee · 3 months

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☆ THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA

“tall and tan and young and lovely / the girl from Ipanema goes walking” - frank sinatra version (smau)

contains: clarisse la rue x daughter of dionysus! reader. alt universe - everyones happy. woc friendly as always

kashaf’s note: requested! (sorry for how long this took!) update: changed the fc for clarisse bc i do not support zionists.

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yn what if i permanently moved to brazil...

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silenabeauregard i think your gf would be too upset

yn who? silenabeauregard you know who i'm talking about yn silena wtf r u talking about silenabeauregard 🤫 mewing time

lukecastellan bro if u do u better take me w u i cannot handle another day w my siblings.

yn i gotchu im booking our tix rn travistole dude wtf. connorstole hello??????????????? chrisrodriguez bro im telling chiron on ur ass rn

clarisse u look good

silenabeauregard girl. yn thanks! 💓💓

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yn lit crazy movie (gf is so gorg)

tagged silenabeauregard, lukecastellan

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silenabeauregard AWW I LOVE YOU

yn I LOVE U MORE PRETTY GIRL

thaliiia @ lukecastellan u look dumb asf

lukecastellan dude ur lucky yn didnt post that pic of u. thaliiia what pic... lukecastellan 🏃

clarisse we should go out again

yn YEAH text me details!! silenabeauregard young love yn silena stfu rn. im telling charlie silenabeauregard NO IM SORRY.

travistole who tf says lit crazy movie anymore

yn wow! let me look through the pics of connor throwing up on u! travistole NO IM SORRY. connorstole L

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clarisse eating everyone up like its my business

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yn UR SO HOT HELLO.

yn CLARISSE IS THAT MY BRACELET clarisse YES PRETTY GIRL

travistole woah who knew u could clean up this well

connorstole im in agreement actually annabethhh this is why clarisse hates you guys connorstole aww annie ur too kind annabethhh connor i'm outside your cabin. 🔪 connorstole WTF

silenabeauregard 🙌🙌

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yn well i am my father's daughter so maybe i can fix her!

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clarisse my girl

lukecastellan so this is a thing now! silenabeauregard YAY. thaliiia finally losers.

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symp4nat · 3 months

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Curly Girl Method

clarisse la rue x curlyhaired!fem!reader

@theyfwseni

Clarisse sat behind you and you were patiently sat on the floor. Her hand ran through your hair and she poured some water in it. "This okay so far, mamas," she gently questioned.

You were glad you were facing away from her as you started blushing. You nodded and Clarisse groaned. "You're messing up the hair," she complained.

You giggled and said softly, "You sure you aren't an Aphrodite girl?" She laughed with you and then said sternly, "You wanna determine that? I'm good with my spear." With a roll of your eyes, you quipped, "And you're good with your hands, pretty girl, finish the hair."

A smile crawled onto her face and she said gently, "Thank you for letting me do this." You shrugged as she continued detangling your hair. "So what you do is wash your hair, right? And you did that, so good job. Then you gotta add some conditioner and detangle, which I'm doing right now."

You pulled your legs to your chest. "C'mon, sunshine, remember what this is called," Clarisse asked to keep you entertained.

Your eyes wandered and a lightbulb went off in your head. "Curly Girl Method!" Your girlfriend beamed proudly and squeezed your shoulder. "There we go!"

Clarisse grabbed a tube of white cream and you looked at it. "Smells good," you noted. She hummed and said, "This is curl cream, and it helps you style your hair." She put some on her hand and then transferred it into your hair.

"Then you gotta scrunch it, like this," she grabbed a cheval mirror and set it up in front of you and demonstrated how to do it. You tried to do it by yourself while Clarisse wiped her hands and they slowly sneaked to grab her phone. One of her hands grabbed your jaw and turned your head towards her whereas the other pointed at the camera.

She smirked as she noticed the slight blush on your face. Her lips met yours passionately as your lips moved against each other. It wasn't the longest kiss ever, but to you both, it felt like ages.

She quickly snapped a picture and pulled back, leaving you whining. "I'm still not done, love," she whispered. Your whines were almost tempting as you complained, "Then don't be done, finish what we started first." Her lips burst out into a laugh as she said, "Mhm, this is what we started."

You rolled your eyes and she showed you the final step. "Lastly, we have to dry, you gotta use this thing called a diffuser to dry your hair. It's supposed to not make your curls go flat."

You clapped excitedly as Clarisse declared she was done. "Look at you lookin' all pretty, right, mamas?"

Your eyes ran over her through the long mirror in front of you. She had just finished exercising, so she was wearing only a sports bra and leggings. A smirk grew on her face as she noticed you checking her out. She leaned down and wrapped one arm around your neck, so it looked like she put you in a chokehold and kissed your cheek while she snapped a picture with the other hand.

After the picture was taken, she cooed, "Oh, baby, look at these...." She showed the pictures and you looked back up at the mirror. "I think you need'a get rid off all the lipstick marks on my neck," you laughed.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "C'mon, sunshine! It's hot, so people know you're mine," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, we know," one of your siblings groaned and you flipped them off with a loving smile up at Clarisse.

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asvterias · 5 days

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𝖨𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

part two || chapter playlist (1) & chapter playlist (2) || clarisse masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: the killing of a monster?, character death, crying, some blood mentions & stabbing (not inflicted against us!)

pairings: (both aged up to 16) clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of poseidon) | younger!brother percy jackson ✘ older!sister!reader

genres: sally & reader’s mom (jessica) are lovers bcs GENUINELY FUCK GABE (hate his ass), reader & grover has a sibling bond, hard cold angst, sad angsty beginning, reader’s mom actually dies 🥲, reader’s emotions control the weather, very sad!reader, kinda depressed!reader, reader in denial, MAJOR character death, reader is kinda a girlboss, kinda!dark!reader x always!clueless!percy, vengeful!reader, reader is OUT for blood (specifically the Minotaur)

summary: secrets are liable to make or break the jackson-matthews family until they result in dangerous situations, nearly escaping from death…well nearly most of them managed a safe recovery.

word count: 2.7k+

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author’s note: i really enjoyed writing this ngl! also i have a faceclaim for reader’s mom, jessica matthews is portrayed by candice patton.

Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

So when Sally had to move again, your mom didn’t ask questions and instead packed your bags, placing them in the car and driving to the airport. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

With everything going on, with the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children.

It was a rainy day, you and Percy had just been expelled from Yancy. Nancy bullied your brother so you reacted like how any big sister would and punched her before she flew into the nearby fountain, completely drenched in water. That little defense mechanism got both you and your little brother expelled from Yancy indefinitely as you two took a train back to your parents’ apartment.

You two apologized profusely to your moms, but they remained nonchalant, telling you two to pack a bag because you were visiting your residential cabin.

Something was wrong, extremely wrong and you felt it in your gut as soon as you stepped foot into the unkept cabin. From the moment your mom became sorrowful and honest, retelling the story of how she met your father, you knew something was up. Sadly, you just didn’t know that it’d be life-changing for you both.

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and your mom, Sally, went to open the door. It was Percy’s bestfriend, Grover. He was soaked from the rain and began to blabber on to your moms, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“Grover…” Percy speaks, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

Doubled in confusion when Grover, Percy’s best friend was also your satyr protector, dedicating to getting both of you at Camp Half-Blood safely. When your mothers’ actually revealed the truth about your father’s real identity, you were appalled, to say the least. You assumed he was a deadbeat and couldn’t care less about his kids, and you were absolutely right. Only now his identity expanded in further detail, making him out to be a god, one of the most powerful gods there ever was. Therefore making you and Percy, forbidden children in both worlds, are continually being hunted by monsters, who strive to see your demise.

“Do you believe this, Y/N?” Percy turns to you, mouth open in bewilderment.

“Right now, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” You truthfully spoke.

“Did you know I’m 24?” Grover asked you innocently.

You and Percy shared the same shocked expression, “Wait? What?”

Grover winces, staring back at the two adults in the car, “Out of curiosity, what exactly did you tell them?”

“We were getting there!” Your moms shouted simultaneously at Grover.

Grover nods his head, leaning back into the seat.

“Moonlight…listen to me.” your mom looks at you through the mirror as your gaze hesitantly meets hers. “You and Percy are forbidden children, monsters are going to attack you every day, this camp can protect you both.”

“Why can’t you and Sally come with us then?” you bargained with her, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine, much less experience your life without your mother and Sally. The same women who nurtured you since you were babies and taught you everything you knew. You refused to give up on them, everything they did was to protect and love you, and now it was your turn.

Sally starts to talk, eyes stuck on the road, “We humans are not allowed there. Only demigods like you two.”

“But we don’t wanna leave you two.” Percy persisted.

“You’re our moms.”

“You’re gonna have to, that Minotaur isn’t gonna stop until he kills both of you.”

All of a sudden, a collision hit the car with enough brute force to send the car off the road and everything went black. It was all so quick, the collision, the swiveling of the car and landing on the side of the road, far from bypassers to rescue.

The rain pattering against the car turned into a heavy rainpour as everyone in the car, hanging upside down with the seat belt anchoring them, remained still, all unconscious.

After a while, the dulling pain in your head sharply woke you up, being the first to recover from the crash. Holding your head in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling the blood trickle from your head, surveying your surroundings as you saw Percy and Grover still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you got out of your seat, repeating the same action to your younger brothers.

One by one, you carefully got everyone from the car as they began to wake up. A growl from the distance urges you to move faster as you help your other mom, Sally, get out of the damaged car.

Sally, Percy, and Grover were recovering, standing on their feet, checking for any injuries and your mom was the last one who needed rescuing.

“Mom…” you shake her but her body is motionless as the tears well up in your eyes.

You felt Sally’s arm pushing you back, sending you into Percy’s and Grover’s embrace as you nervously observed.

“Come on, come on, Jess…” Sally murmurs, kneeling down, searching for a pulse. “You gotta survive, we have children together, we can’t lose you right now.”

“Is she okay?” Percy chirps up, deciding to speak for you.

You found everything incomprehensible around you, your senses became deafening and a high-pitched ringing in your head matched the loud heart beating in your chest.

When Sally stayed silent, it only worsened your anxiety, “Mom, is she okay?!” Percy speaks again, adding some base in his voice yet his tone slightly wavers.

“She has a fading pulse…” Sally whispers, sparing a sad glance at you and quickly turning back to Jessica, “It’s decreasing rapidly,”

Dropping to the muddy slippery ground on your knees, tears quickly filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall as you moved closer to her.

“Mommy…” you cradle her face into your chest, saddened by her face, eyes closed as blood trickles down her forehead.

“We can revive her, right!” Your voice cracks, whipping your head to Sally, “Tell me we can revive her!”

“Y/N…” Sally sighs deeply, trying to contain her own tears. You turn around, looking down at your mother, resting on your lap, body motionless yet her face looks peaceful.

“No! We- I can save her. We can do heart-to-heart compressions,” you shake your head, starting to do heart-to-heart compressions. “Why isn’t she waking up? Mommy, this isn’t funny anymore now, you have to wake up and help us. Please I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this whole new demigod thing without you.” your voice was dry, as you leaned down, blowing air into her mouth, hoping for a miracle to occur.

You didn’t truly believe in miracles, but for your mother, you’d start believing it. Right now, you would do whatever it took to bring her back even if it meant wishing on the impossible.

“We didn’t do plenty of things yet, I wanted you and Sally to meet my first girlfriend, attend my graduation, be there when I move out and eventually get married, and get grandkids from Percy because we both know I’m not going through that torture.”

Your senses became intensely heightened, catching onto Grover’s whisper to Sally, ignoring him as you spoke up.

“I refuse to leave her alone, she isn’t dead, just having some problems waking up and getting a pulse back.” You were in extreme denial, “Come on, mum, you focus on her face, giving her air and I’ll do her chest,” you beckoned Sally forward.

“Sweetheart…she’s already….gone.”

“She’s my mom and Percy’s mom, your wife. She wasn’t supposed to die this early. If all you’re gonna do is stand there and be useless, don’t bother talking to me.” It wasn’t intentional to snap at your other mom, but your emotions were driving you crazy and brazen.

“You’re the sun to my moon, Mommy, I can’t shine when you’re not there with me.” You sobbed. Despite being physically exhausted, you weren’t giving up on trying to revive your mom, she would have never given up on you so you would stop trying until you had something, anything; a pulse, a gasp, her eyes shooting up. “Remember…” You weakly asked, holding onto the moon-shaped necklace on your neck, staring at your mom’s sun-shaped necklace.

The sky crackled with slight thunder as the rain poured down heavier. Finally understanding the meaning of your nickname, you sobbed desperately until the broken cracks of your voice gave out.

There was no sunshine without her moonlight, always them being in a pair, nothing without the other. Sadly, you lost your sunshine, darkening your moonlight to its deepest depths, harvesting it into something vengeful and heartless. Something that even scared you to a certain extent, like this was another new side flourishing because of the horrible circumstances.

“Hold up, is Y/N doing that?” Percy quietly asks Grover.

You rested your mom on the ground, ignoring the cold rainpour.

“She’s gone…” Sally cries, grabbing your arm and pushing you into her body for a hug. You cried into the hug, tightening your grip as your wails echoed throughout the forest. Maybe this was all a nightmare, where you’d wake up and relax in reality. This was the time that your mom needed to wake you up and reassure you that she was right there, staying with you and protecting you.

Your chest clenched against your rib cage, devastation wracked throughout your entire body as the tears relentlessly spilled out.

“But she- she can’t be gone!” You hiccup, eyes glossing over with fresh tears, feeling another arm snuggle around your side.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” she caressed your face.

“What kind of demigod I am, if I was blessed with all these supernatural powers, can’t even save my Mom from death? What kind of daughter am I to just stand by and watch her own mother die? I don’t want this demigod life anymore, please take it all away if it meant my mother is coming back, to me, to home.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you did everything you could, your perseverance is one of your strongest qualities that Jessica adored very much. She wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself like this nor would I,” Sally reassures you, resting a thumb on your cheek, “Our beautiful daughter, she’s so proud of you, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes were puffy and red from tears as you listened to your mother’s words of encouragement and reassurance.

Much to your dismay, another loud roar broke the semi-family grievance, reminding them of the harsh reality.

“We have to go now!” Grover hastily urges.

“I’m not leaving my mom here like this,” you point to her figure on the ground.

“We won’t, I promise you, sweetie. I’ll give her a proper burial, but right now we have to go!” Her tone was urgent as she quickly scanned the dark forest with the illumination from the car light.

You hurriedly rushed towards your mother’s still figure on the muddy ground, leaning down.

“Goodbye, Mom,” you whisper hoarsely, kissing her forehead for the last time. You stared down at her neck, gazing at the sunlight necklace she wore and yanked it off, and shoved the meaningful jewelry into your back pocket. Your heart broke again, realizing she can’t respond back, despite being in extreme denial.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw your moms, one died in your arms and the other sacrificed herself for her children’s safety.

The pain and suffering became a dangerous mix of anger and hatred directed at the Minotaur.

Grover’s statements fall on deaf ears, partially drowned out by the heavy rainfall. “Y/N and Percy come on, we’re almost there.” you glance at your blonde brother who holds the same expression on his face. You were going to avenge your mothers, and you didn’t care if you died trying. This monster had already taken your worlds away, so you had nobody else to lose.

Grabbing the pen from your pocket, holding it out, and witnessing it transform into a golden sword at will.

The fight with the Minotaur was brutal and intense, alongside the heavy downpour of rain attempted to slow down the intensity of this fight. Despite double-teaming the monster, he resisted surrender, determined to win and kill you both. Surprisingly, you gained the agility to climb onto his back while Percy distracted him.

Somehow, you gained the ultimate advantage with the lighting sword in your hand and stabbed the monster in its eye, ignoring his roar of pain. If anything its pain only further encouraged you to continue.

Too full of adrenaline, you grab his two horns, gripping them and pulling them out with your utmost strength. A new sudden strength you just obtained. Gasping in shock was quickly outlived when your sword slipped out of your hand and dropped onto the muddy ground, disappearing from your eyesight. Stumbling onto his feet, inflicted by the pain, you groaned, gripping the monster by his rough skin as he attempted to shake you off.

“Percy the sword!” You yelled at him. Your brother throws the sword upwards as you catch the weapon.

You stab the monster in the neck, wincing at his loud screeches, but continue to stab his neck. Once the monster was deemed weak enough, you sliced the sword right through his neck, seizing the opportunity of successfully killing it.

This was all this stupid monster’s fault. If it hadn’t chased after you or slammed itself into the car, your mom would be alive. If it didn’t have such a bloodthirst for demigods, Sally, your mum would still be alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. You just wished your moms were alive, to see you mature into such a courageous daughter to avenge their deaths.

Soon enough, the monster staggered on its feet and its body began to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes.

“Y/N!” The voice becomes disoriented as you stumble on the ground, two arms catching you as you faint, everything fading away into a black abyss.

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tsireyasyawntu · 2 months

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your lips, my lips

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

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

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

Valentine’s day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vamphrrr · 3 months

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%% tough love

in which the daughter of aphrodite is head over heels for the most ruthless warrior at camp, & all she can do is try to court her while simultaneously killing her.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; idiots in love, ooc clarisse?, pining on both sides, flirty & bold reader, flustered clarisse, tall & muscular clarisse / short reader (reader reaches her chest), fool clarisse (JUST SAY YES!!), bad flirting attempts (i’ve never flirted), a little bad since it’s my first oneshot srry guys

There she was, the most beautiful girl you had ever know. Tall, dark, strong and powerful in all her mighty glory. She was sparring with one of her brother’s, Lucas? you presumed. They’ve been at it for hours, Clarisse beating him almost every single time. But no matter how many times Lucas fell or almost got his head cut off, he would just not give up.

You needed him to leave already.

It was as if the gods heard your prayers, because one second Lucas had Clarisse cornered, and then the next she swung her spear with all her might. A woosh was heard, nearby leaves shaking and falling with how much strength she used. Her brother's weapon went flying, and so did he.

Oh gods, you thought, biting your lip to stop a giggle from escaping. I love women who could destroy me in a heartbeat.

You watched behind a tree as Lucas struggled to get back up, clearly dizzy from the hit he took. He wobbled a bit, and Clarisse realized he could seriously not stand up by himself. She leaned down, one arm on his waist while the other helped put his arm around her shoulder.

Lucas stood up successfully, and you were able to see that he slightly looked over at your direction for a moment. You gasped, quickly moving so that your face was out of sight. If he saw you, he didn’t make a big deal out of it, but oh, Clarisse sure did once he told her.

She immediately stood up straight, pushing her brother back down to the ground and whipping her head around. A thud followed by a groan was heard as she sped walked towards the tree you were hiding behind. Not knowing that she was getting closer, you twisted your body around, about to peek to where you thought she was. Although, that thought seemed to not go as planned.

“Ow!” you said, feeling your nose hit a solid wall. I don’t remember a wall being there.

A familiar huff was heard, causing you to stiffen. Looking up, you made eye contact with Clarisse who had her arms crossed, muscles bulging from the pressure. Sweat was still clinging on to her face, and you saw as a droplet of water ran down her neck.

She made dirt and sweat look beautiful.

“Oh, hey Clarisse!” you exclaimed, eyes turning pink, pupils dilated. “Fancy seeing you here!”

She raised an eyebrow, ears slightly burning when she saw your eyes change color. “Hm, I’m pretty sure you were stalking us. Unless… you were waiting to spar, princess?”

You smiled, twirling a strand of your hair around your manicured finger, watching as Clarisse got a little distracted with that move. Oh how you loved when she called you that.

“No,” you shook your head, leaning a little closer to her. “I just wanted to ask if you were free later today.”

Clarisse wasn’t surprised. Every week you would do the same thing: follow her around like a lovesick puppy, waiting secretly for her to finish whatever she was doing. Someone would notice you and tell her, teasing her about how she held the heart of an Aphrodite girl, to which she glared at. Then she’d turn around to see you standing there, looking like the prettiest flower in a field full of plain boring wheat. She’d walk to you, and as soon as you’d see her, your eyes would turn pink. Which was a very endearing thing that she’d be an idiot to not know what it meant.

“Like I’ve told you countless times,” she began. “I’m busy.”

Which was true. Unfortunately for you —and her—, your timing was gods awful. As the counselor of the Ares cabin, she was expected to lead the new and younger demigods on a weekly camp journey through the wild. That, plus the fact she was in charge of training clumsy kids, did not give her a lot of free time. And it seemed like you always had a knack for asking things at the wrong time.

You looked up at her through your eyelashes, pouting your lips a bit in what you hoped was a cute way. “Awe, I was really hoping to take you out on a date this time. You know, I heard the little lake by the strawberry fields is a really good place to make out.”

Clarisse gulped, leaning her shoulder against the tree, feeling her heart beat faster than normal. Gods, she could not believe you just said that.

These Aphrodite kids are a danger to society.

She cleared her throat lightly and composed herself. “Well that’s a real shame princess. I guess you’re gonna have to find out if that’s true with somebody else.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Don’t kiss anyone else.

You gave her a pretty smile, touching one of her forearms with your fingers, painted nails tracing her scars. “But I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

Oh, I really hate you. Clarisse thought.

“A-and like I said,” she breathed out, cursing at herself for stuttering. “I can’t.”

She moved away from your touch, taking a big step back, hating for the first time that she was in charge of all her siblings. She’d get punished if she didn’t do her duties. But, would it really be that bad?

“Ah,” you let out, eyebrows furrowing a bit, immediately being replaced by your eyes brightening. “Well then, maybe next time!”

“I—” Clarisse started, not being able to finish her sentence because you swiftly turned around, walking away. She clenched her fists. If only you stayed for a little more while, she would’ve gave in to your date. Cursing at herself for being a good counselor and taking her duties seriously, she groaned loudly.

You heard her, practically smelling her regret. Smirking to yourself, you laughed, knowing the affect you had on her. Others might have given up, taking her constant “I’m busy” as a sign of rejection, but not you. You’re the daughter of Aphrodite, goddess of love. You know when someone wants you, you can sense it. And, well, every time you’re with Clarisse, the love and longing that she had for you was strong. You know she feels the same way. It’s just a shame that she’s always so busy.

Oh well, maybe next time.

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 3 months

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'Spring Formal'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfAphrodite!Reader

A/N:Never thought I'd actually write something this long but I was watching tiktoks and had an idea 💀 but anyways-

Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, stormed into the Camp Half-Blood Spring Formal with her usual scowl, her outfit glinting in the dim light.She wasn't one for fancy events,but Chiron insisted that it was a chance for demigods to bond.Little did she know,this particular formal would change her perspective on more than just parties.

The pavilion was adorned with twinkling lights, and the scent of ambrosia and nectar wafted through the air. Clarisse scanned the room, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the children of Athena huddled together, discussing tactics for capture the flag. Her gaze shifted to the son of Hermes,sneaking snacks from the refreshment table.

However,what truly caught Clarisse off guard was the vision of beauty that entered the pavilion.You,a daughter of Aphrodite, wearing a breathtaking silver gown that shimmered with every step.The dress clung to your curves,and the delicate straps revealed a hint of your sun-kissed shoulders.

As the night progressed, Clarisse found herself observing from a distance, unable to shake the sense of longing that gripped her. The daughter of Ares was accustomed to battles and conquests, not matters of the heart. She retreated to the edges of the pavilion, silently watching as you twirled and laughed with others.

Clarisse was known for her toughness and combat skills, but beneath that exterior lay a heart that few had glimpsed.But she wasn't about to fall for an Aphrodite kid of all people!

However,Clarisse,as tough as she was,unaccustomed to such beauty, felt a strange flutter in her chest. She couldn't tear her eyes away as you twirled on the dance floor,your laughter echoing like the sweetest melody.

As the night unfolded,Clarisse observed you from a distance,feeling a mix of awe and frustration.She couldn't deny the undeniable pull she felt.But then,her jealousy flared when she noticed you dancing with Luke, another camper,who seemed equally smitten by your charms.

Clarisse scowled,clenching her fists as she watched them glide across the dance floor. A surge of conflicting emotions swirled within her. The daughter of Ares, usually unyielding in battle, found herself grappling with a different kind of conflict—a battle of the heart.

Determined to push aside her unexpected feelings, Clarisse decided to join the dance floor. With her armor clanking, she approached the scene, cutting in between you and Luke.The daughter of Ares extended her hand to you, surprising both herself and the onlookers.

"Mind if I cut in?" Clarisse's usual tone,gruff and authoritative,carried a hint of vulnerability that she never thought she'd reveal.

You,even if momentarily taken aback, smiled and accepted Clarisse's invitation.You two began to dance, a clash of strength and grace.Clarisse struggled to find the right words,but you,with your innate charm, eased the tension.

As they danced, Clarisse's initial jealousy transformed into a realization—an acknowledgment of the unexpected connection she felt with you. The daughter of Ares, known for her battles, found herself engaged in a different kind of skirmish—one that unfolded in the silent language of shared glances and unspoken emotions.

In the midst of the dance, Clarisse mustered the courage to speak. "You look... different tonight." she grumbled, struggling to articulate her thoughts.

You chuckled, the sound like a soft breeze. "Different good or different bad?"

"Good, I guess," Clarisse admitted, surprising herself with the honesty.

As the night progressed,you continued to dance,your movements synchronized in a dance of emotions neither of you fully understood.The daughter of Ares, usually quick to anger, found herself navigating a maze of feelings she had never encountered before.

Eventually, they found a quiet corner where they could talk away from the lively music and curious gazes.

"Why did you dance with Luke?" Clarisse blurted out, unable to contain the question that had been gnawing at her.

Your eyes softened, and you sighed. "Luke asked me, and I didn't want to be rude. But honestly, I'd rather be dancing with someone else."

The admission hung in the air, and Clarisse felt a strange mixture of relief and trepidation. Your gaze met hers, and in that moment, the daughter of Ares realized the vulnerability you both shared.

"Someone else, huh?" Clarisse mumbled, trying to hide the hope in her voice.

You nodded,your smile gentle. "Someone strong,someone who surprises me, someone like you..."

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venusphoriia · 3 months

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— The Second Act

;; ₍ # ₎ ⁀➷ Clarisse La Rue x Aphrodite! Reader

─ loving you is her greatest weakness, but also her greatest desire.

cw ཿ⠀ afab! reader. wlw. 377 word count.

ପ a/n ; a quick one, proofread a little. current trying to get out of a writers block. my requests are open and i hope you enjoy (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃♡︎

She wanted to abandon you. She wished to rid herself of this weakness. Selfish and prideful, her thoughts had prayed for salvation from what, in her eyes, was considered a curse.

But her heart knew she could never forsake you.

With love brought vulnerability—a sort of weakness that she loathed as if it was her sworn enemy from birth. The hunger for glory and acknowledgment often clouded her judgment. Impulsiveness was her payment and discontentment was—more often than not—her price. Time and time again, a test was set and again she failed. Nonetheless, the lesson repeated, each one more tribulating than the last. Yet, still her stubbornness remained unshaken—her pride, her very shield.

She tried to ignore the way her mind would linger towards you at any given moment, no matter how small the reminder. Her gaze always drifted towards you, her eyes chasing yours for any sign that you may feel the same. Even when she was forced to face the fast beating pace of her heart at your nearness, she dismissed it as superficial attraction.

Even now, as her glare hardens and her fist tightens as a poor attempt to contain her anger—she refuses to acknowledge it. The bitter ache in her heart as she watches you laugh with another. Your eyes are teary with joy, the smile on your lips never faltering for a second. You love him. The thought—fear—causes a bitter taste in her mouth as she forces herself to look away.

She wanted to ignore you. To convince herself that what you two had was nothing, but a small diversion to keep her entertained. Admirable is her stubbornness, but distasteful is her prideful desire to constantly be perceived as strong—it’s borderline toxic. Still, like all others before her, the nonchalant act begins to crumble. Her wants, wishes, and prayers fall on deaf ears and she can ignore it no longer.

She has fallen. The favored daughter of Ares, God of war and courage, has completely fallen for a daughter of love and beauty. The stage has been set, the second act begins. Driven by a new sense of yearning and desire—a new goal to be accomplished, she plans to win you back by any means necessary.

For it’s what her heart demands.

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iceandpeaches · 25 days

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different dreams

pairings: clarrisse larue x areskid! reader (platonic), luke castellan x areskid! reader (romantic)

warning: stereotypical ares kid again.. i'm really on a role with these.. wtf

a/n: the meg march kinnie in me is screaming rn. inspired by the line, "just because my dreams are different than yours doesn't mean they're unimportant." written a while back so it might not be the best...

in a world full of combat and demigods, you enjoyed socialising more than anything. your siblings found it odd, with the nature of your parentage especially. a daughter of ares should love to fight and push people around, but you were the opposite. you enjoyed all things an ares daughter wasn’t expected to. you could’ve been mistaken for anyone else’s daughter, usually apollo for your musical ambitions or aphrodite for your beauty. it was fascinating how much love and kindness was in your heart, it was no wonder camp loved you. it was no wonder you were made one of the counsellors to your cabin.

you were sat in on a kitchen counter, helping out one of the counsellors of the demeter cabin with preparing for a birthday party for the head counsellor of the hermes cabin; whom you had an undying crush on. you hum, arms occupied with a bowl of cake batter folding in some flour. speak of the devil, the boy walked in; looking for you. he sat on the counter, swiping some batter and licking it off his finger. a smile filled his features, glancing over at you.

“this is impressive, who’s this for?”

you frown, nudging him while you mixed your batter.

“it’s a surprise, castellan. now please, stop eating the batter thank you? we won’t have enough if you do.”

you giggle, enough for luke to forget that your father was ares.

“get back to work y/n! this cake won’t make itself.”

you nod, walking over to the other side of the kitchen to grab a cake pan. in that moment, your half sister clarisse came to visit; more to find you. you were hiding away from sword fighting training, and clarisse was going frantic to find you.

“y/n! there you are. i looked all over for you. could you come back for training please? two cabins worth of campers dropped by and they’re this close to fighting each other.”

your brown crease into a gentle frown, not wanting to leave the kitchen or ruining your surprise party for luke. you glance over at him, luke already nodding without you asking. you smile, patting his shoulder watching him get off the counter.

“big brother luke can come. but i wanna try some of that cake when it’s done.”

you giggle, nodding while you poured the batter into the pan. the demeter counsellor shooed luke out of the kitchen, hands shot into the air. you put the cakes into the oven, cleaning up the mess you had made.

after what felt like forever, the cakes were done and clarisse had come back asking for you again. you finally got out of the kitchen, sat just outside to keep watch of the demeter counsellor. clarisse seemed annoyed at you, since you weren’t doing your due diligence in performing your duties and instead hiding away to do other things. it wasn’t very ares kid of you.

“risse, i’m truly sorry. i understand i mean.. being counsellor alongside you and everything. it’s just… i don’t feel very ares kid, you know?”

“you’re an ares kid, y/n. you’re just not thinking straight.”

“risse, just because my dreams are different from yours.. doesn’t mean they’re unimportant. i’m not like you, i’m not strong or cunning like you. i wish i was more like you, truly.”

clarisse rubbed your arm, unaware of your true feelings. she pulled you into her embrace, squeezing you tight. she wanted to understand you better, just didn’t know how to. she didn’t know how such a kind hearted soul could be a daughter of the god of war.

“y/n! come here, i need you to try this.”

you pulled away from your sister, a smile mirrored back to you as you got up back to the kitchen. you tried the treat, giving your friend your review, giggles filling the room. for the next hour or so, you got the dining pavilion ready alongside the other campers for luke’s surprise.

after everything was ready, you knocked at his cabin door. your lips formed a dizzy smile, arm interlinked with his.

“so.. about the cake.”

“you’ll have plenty of it later, trust me.”

you giggled, grabbing your pink sleeping mask from your pocket and put it over his eyes. you led him over to the pavilion, pulling the blindfold off to reveal the brightly decorated pavilion.

“happy birthday, luke.”

you grin, gently rubbing his back. you watched as luke blew out the big 1 and 9 you had placed on the cake, more giggles leaving your lips; engulfing you in a tight hug. clarisse’s gaze was fixed on you and luke as the rest of the campers chattered, understanding that you’d never be like her comforted her soul. she’d have a sister to lean on in bad times and in good. she ran up to you both, hugging you both.

celebrations went on, luke impressed by all the set up, which led you to receive a (in his words) well deserved kiss to thank you.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #percy jackson #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x fem!reader #peach's fics #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse x you

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lecsainz · 4 months

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Hi! I love the way you write and you seem really sweet. No one really answers my requests so I’m not expecting you to😂. Why not try tho. Can I get a Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Half blood Reader. And the head cannons of our relationship and really go and do what you want with it. I love her sm and really want a good bit of head cannons of her.

I’m sorry if this sounds rude at all lol. I’m not trying to be.

HOLDING YOUR HAND

parings: clarisse la rue x fem!half-blood!reader

summary: that one where you date clarisse and what your relationship with her is like.

an: awww, thank you! you seem like an AMAZING person too, seriously! I loved your request, hope it turned out the way you wanted 😁 (note: I didn't specify which greek god the reader was because I didn't know if you wanted a specific one).

( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || main masterlist )

You and Clarisse have known each other since you first arrived at camp.

It took about two weeks for you to gather the courage to approach the daughter of Ares, which was odd for you because you were a social butterfly.

Clarisse wouldn't admit it, but she found it amusing when you came up to her and started to stutter, and to this day, whenever she remembers, she teases you about it.

After your first conversation, where you asked her to teach you sword fighting since you only knew how to use a bow and arrow until then, Clarisse gladly accepted. Her condition was that she'd only teach you if you joined her team in Capture the Flag, considering you were one of the best - if not the best, in Clarisse's words - at the camp.

Thanks to the training sessions, you and Clarisse began to bond as friends.

You talked about everything and nothing simultaneously. Clarisse felt she could be herself around you, knowing you wouldn't judge her.

Even if Clarisse was in the midst of a fight or giving orders alongside her half-siblings, she would stop as soon as she saw you, to come over for a conversation or to give you a hug.

She doesn't remember when she started feeling something for you, but she got scared that you might not feel the same and ended up distancing herself.

"Hey, Clarisse," you began tentatively, trying to keep your tone light yet concerned. "Mind if I join you?" She glanced up, surprise flickering across her features before settling into a guarded expression. Nodding silently, she gestured to the empty spot beside her. Sitting down, you couldn't ignore the tension radiating from her. "You've been a bit distant lately. Is everything alright?" Her gaze softened, a mix of emotions swirling in her eyes – a blend of vulnerability and the stubbornness that defined her. "It's nothing, just camp stuff," she shrugged, trying to brush it off. You tilted your head, offering a small smile. "You know, you can talk to me about anything. I'm here if you need someone to listen." Clarisse sighed, her guard starting to crack as she looked away, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on her shirt. "I just... I thought maybe I was getting too close. Didn't want things to get... complicated." Her vulnerability caught you off guard, but you reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Complicated how?" She hesitated, eyes darting back to yours, her expression a mix of confusion and a touch of fear. "I... I started feeling something... and I was afraid you didn't feel the same." Your heart skipped a beat as her words sank in. "Clarisse, I..." You searched for the right words, hoping to convey what you hadn't said before. "I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together. You mean a lot to me." She met your gaze, her walls crumbling slightly, allowing a glimpse of vulnerability to shine through. "Really?" "Yeah," you nodded earnestly. "Really." A small, hesitant smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I've missed hanging out with you." "I've missed it too," you admitted, relieved that you were finally talking about the unspoken tension between you. There was a brief pause, the weight of your unspoken feelings hanging in the air before you broke the silence. "So, are we good?" Clarisse grinned, a hint of her usual spark returning. "Yeah, we're good."

It was no surprise to anyone at the camp when you two appeared together.

During the Capture the Flag game, Clarisse always kept an eye out for you. While she was engaged in a battle with a Hermes kid, she ended up falling, and you intervened just in time, nearly hitting the boy with an arrow.

"Need a hand?" You asked with a smile at your girlfriend. "I could've handled it myself," she grumbled, starting to get up. "A 'thank you' would be nice," you offered your hand to her. She accepted the help to stand. "I'm holding your hand," she murmurs, taking yours, and you lift her, shaking your head, amused by her. Clarisse stops and looks at your hands together with a huge smile. Before you could say anything, a noise from the forest interrupted, and Clarisse planted a kiss on your cheek before darting off, leaving you standing there, trying to process what just happened.

Clarisse definitely loves giving bear hugs.

She would wake up earlier just to spend extra time with you without anyone interrupting.

When Clarisse's siblings from the Ares cabin tease her about being a lovesick fool, she doesn't even bother defending herself anymore because it's true, and she's not ashamed to admit it.

Your love language is physical touch, so she wouldn't mind receiving hugs and holding your hand all day long.

"Good morning!" You'd hug her from behind at the Ares table, planting a kiss on her cheek, realizing she was annoyed, then darting off to your own table. When you glanced back at the brunette, you'd see her with a huge goofy smile amidst the cheers and teasing from her siblings.

While Clarisse trains, you would go just to watch her. She'd try to impress you, but if she made a mistake, she'd be extremely embarrassed, yet she wouldn't admit it, claiming that the slip was part of her plan for that move that made her fall to the ground.

"And that's how you catch your opponent off guard," she'd explain as she gets up from the ground. "Yeah, right," you start laughing at her. "Hey, I'm serious." Clarisse brushes off the dirt from her clothes, trying to save face.

She'd dislike everyone else but seeing you would instantly brighten her day by 100% .

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue imagine #clarisse la rue headcanons #clarisse la rue oneshot #clarisse la rue fanfic #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson

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sayoneee · 4 months

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☆ MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

“i’ll send an S.O.S to the world” - the police (smau)

contains: travis stoll x aphrodite! reader. idiot (travis) in love. alt universe everyones happy. woc friendly as always

kashaf’s note: i'm still pirating the show, this ones for my book readers out there! for reference, connor is percabeth's age, while travis is yns age so um imagine

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connorstole worst brother ft. sister in law

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yn um whatchu mean by that

connorstole none of ur concern!

annabethhh Ok connor

connorstole annie ur such a boomer annabethhh what did i say about calling me annie. connorstole im running dw!

silenabeauregard HUH???

yn just as confused as u are.

travistole im ur only brother.

connorstole not true @ lukecastellan + @ chrisrodriguez exist

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travistole bf + worst brother ft. gf

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yn wheres ur gf all i see is me

travistole ur the gf obviously yn we’re not dating? 😭 connorstole and i thought i was slow yn u better run before i sic clarisse on u. connorstole im not the guilty party here so gl bro travistole semantics

lukecastellan she said yes? congrats bro ✊

yn no she didnt! lukecastellan 💀

cbeckendorf ay man

travistole my one and only 😘 cbeckendorf 💋 clarisse poor poor silena travistole me and charles r actually in love thank u very much. cbeckendorf silena my number 1 tho travistole two heart breaks in one day... how much more can a man take 😔

connorstole hurt people hurt people

travistole no bitches connorstole speak for urself

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yn girls night!

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travistole thats my girl 😍

yn travis stop telling people im ur gf 😭 travistole i cant believe my own girl dont love me 💔 yn u never asked me out??? clarisse 💀

silenabeauregard FAV SISTER

yn i love u

clarisse GIRLFRIEND

yn only ur gf 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 travistole 😕 yn 💀

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yn mf stole me flowers.

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travistole and u said chivalry is dead 😔🙏

yn it is. travistole nvm i agree w u babe clarisse walk him like a dog!

lukecastellan so she did say yes

yn not too much coming from u.

percyjackson @travistole CONGRATS

travistole 😁

connorstole this has to be fake

yn i wish it was travistole 😕

annabethhh another soldier down 😔

yn sry annabeth </3 i let u down

silenabeauregard FINALLY

yn HELLO??? @ cbeckendorf ??? silenabeauregard oh you're so dead. yn @ travistole heyyy bf come save me travistole omw gf 😍

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symp4nat · 3 months

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heyo!! Can you write a clarisse x apollo reader fic where everything reader tries to write or draw it ends up being about her. Some of her siblings saw it and began teasing her about it. Eventually, Clarisse finds out about it and tries to draw reader and give it toher, shes all shy about it bait doesn't look that good but reader doesn't care and loves it anyway, also they get together

thanks :)

Crayons

clarisse la rue x reader

warnings - wee bit suggestive

Your girlfriend lingered somewhere around camp, you already had asked her to give you space. No, you weren't in an argument, you just wanted some alone time. To draw.

Usually, you'd draw at night time, in the dimness of the moonlight, but recently, that wouldn't suffice. Daylight was undoubtedly the appropriate time to do something like this, but the fear that you'd get caught had you in shambles.

You were a singer, a poet, a songwriter. Although you usually could write without a muse, you couldn't imagine a life without Clarisse as your muse now. Except, you couldn't stop. It was like Clarisse was your favourite candy, you were addicted.

Everything you did had a secret connotation that somehow led back to her. She was the emblem of your creativity.

"Hey, you," Clarisse said excitedly as she barged into your cabin and plopped onto your bed. Anddd.... your gentle moment of bliss had dissipated. Her head leaned onto your shoulder and you tucked your notebook away while leaning your cheek onto her head.

Your fingers managed to find a way to intertwine themselves with hers and you mumbled, "How was your day?" She shrugged and hummed in response. Her legs entangled with yours and she straddled your lap and your eyes widened.

Clarisse quickly grabbed your notebook and rolled off of you. You gasped and lunged onto her to grab it. A few of your siblings walked in and they looked at you in surprise, in shock; they had assumed the worst. "No, I swear," you exclaimed.

They giggled out and one of your younger siblings grasped the notebook from Clarisse, "Hope you don't have dad's luck with love."

With a gasp, your notebook was snatched from your siblings as they observed it dramatically. Clarisse's eyes skimmed over the pages that fell open and you closed it before you could embarrass yourself even further. You stuffed the notebook in a lockbox and shooed your siblings out.

A sigh left your lips and you rested your head on Clarisse's chest. "Shut up," you groaned as you felt her about to say something.

A rare sight was met as big, bad Clarisse sat at the Arts & Crafts table with all the younger kids. She was also interacting with them, happily. Which wasn't usual.

A pack of crayons sat next to a paper on the table she was at and she didn't spare a glance at the people sending awful, judgmental stares.

Her new friends helped her scribble on the white sheet of printer paper. She showed the paper proudly to all the kids and they cheered. Clarisse leaped up and ran to the Apollo cabin. She opened the door and shoved the paper in your face. "Look," she said excitedly.

You beamed and held the paper away from your face to examine it. It was a drawing of you and her, holding hands. It looked like an eight year old drew it, but she did, your eight year old drew it, your Clarisse.

A soft, bubbly laugh erupted from your throat and you thanked her. You pinned it up on your headboard as she rambled, "I.. um... sorry if it's bad, I tried and the kids helped me, I just thought it's a good little gif-"

She was cut off by your lips on hers and she melted into your embrace. "It's cute, I love it, I love you. Thank you," you mumbled against her lips.

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asvterias · 1 month

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𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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*please be aware that these categories are organized by oldest to newest! also the blank ones means they’re a work in progress!*

drabbles:

Clarisse Visiting Her Favorite Girl

Swimming Lessons

Such A Sleepyhead

headcannons:

Being Apollo’s Daughter + Platonic!Clarisse

Dating Clarisse La Rue Would Include…

Being Demeter’s Daughter + Dating!Clarisse

series:

i. Lurking In The Shadows

ii. My Love, Mine All Mine

i. It All Fell Down

ii. Just My Type

oneshots:

My Idiot

Our Hearts Forever Intertwined Together

Drive Me Crazy

Marry That Girl

Mixed Signals

Her Good Luck Charm

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue masterlist #clarisse la rue series #clarisse la rue drabble #clarisse la rue oneshot #clarisse la rue imagine #clarisse la rue headcannons

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tsireyasyawntu · 3 months

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fault is false

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

synopsis: When clarisse begins to notice you spending your time with a certain new camper, strange anger starts to bubble inside her.

authors note: Ahhh! finally… clarisse! I absolutely adore miss la rue and am so excited to see dior play her quest in season two of the series! also.. part two of this fic, maybe?

jealousy.

it was known as an ugly emotion- something that changed perspectives, ruined relationships.

when clarisse thought of jealousy— she thought of someone’s boyfriend who was envious of the fact his lover was interacting with another boy too much— or she was spending ‘too much time’ with her friends— Clarisse thought it was utterly stupid, being jealous about who someone spends their time with? She could laugh in their face. Her ego was too big for her to even think about her dating someone, let alone getting jealous.

She watched her friends become jealous about their boyfriends, saying how ‘he spends too much time with her”. or something pathetic like that. Honestly, clarisse pittied her friends who felt that way- how much self confidence do you lack in order to be envious about who your partner talks to? not her, her self esteem was out of the roof, each step she took shook the earth.

not to mention the fact there was you. Clarisse’s right hand, her closest ally, dare she say her best friend— you drew her in like a moth to a flame the moment her dark chocolate eyes landed on your face, confused and worried about the place you were supposed to fit into; Camp Halfblood.

You’ve been close with the daughter of ares for years now, finding your place in the palm of her hand. You two were the definition of ‘opposites attract.’ You were one of the many daughters of Aphrodite, beautiful and sweet just like your mother— The goddess of love.

Clarisse knew people would fall to their knees for you, and that is why she took such pride in having you as a close ally. Not only were you an attractive girl, you could definitely put up a fight, and she loved your battles that would take place between the two of you in the wooden forest of the camps boundaries.

the curly haired girl would rather kill herself than admit to the desperate pounding of her heart and heat that tickled her face upon you being just as much as in her proximity. The feelings that slowly but surely edged their way into her metal heart began slow, uneasy. The pitter patter of her hearts blood vessels thumping hardly against her chest like rain drops to a metal shield, loud and heavy. The warmth that kissed her cheeks softly started as a blame for the warmth of summer, tossing it off as a flush from the heat.

clarisse had never had a reason to be jealous- not of her friends, not of her siblings, not of anyone. Except jealousy seems to be the only emotion she’s been feeling since the arrival of the new camper, Percy Jackson.

Percy came to camp beside grover, late on a stormy night— whispers of him slaying a minotaur were quickly spread around camp as he got his beauty rest in Mr D’s healing lodge, where he was unconscious for a few days with grover by his side, watching closely.

Clarisse has instantly denied the rumor, although she’s never met the boy— killing a monster before spending your very first night at camp let alone without any training at all? Most of the kids at camp half blood had waited most of their lives to fight and kill a monster, so why had he done it so easily? the situation itself was annoying her to the core— not to mention the fact that she she was angry to see how much you seemed to be amazed by the rumor, asking about the boy and even having the audacity to ask if he was okay. Rage bubbled in her chest at your curiosity, but she shoved it down and said it was all a lie, and that you needn’t worry about such a petty, little liar such as the so called Percy jackson.

Even though you had doubts, curiosity was still in your nature. In all honesty, you pitied the boy even though you hadn’t even met him. Not because of the fact he most likely did slay a minotaur, but the fact that after something like that spread so quickly while he was regaining his days worth of much needed rest— when he awoke, he was due to get some unkind comments and unfaithful glares from campers such as clarisse herself. You knew how hard it could be to find friends in a new place, especially when you discover you weren’t only human, but the blood of a god ran through your body.

so being the kind person you were, you tired to gather as much positive information from the suspicious campers about the boy that you could, not understanding why clarisse was glaring so heavily at you from across the room. You’d thought maybe it was because your curiosity meant you actually believed the so called ‘fake rumors’, or because you’ve been spending just a little less time with her.

Either way, you were only wondering.

The day Percy Jackson awoke, you were chewing some grapes at the wooden tables in the camps dining area, watching clarisse spar with her spear in order to prepare for this week’s camp halfblood’s annual capture the flag tournament, something clarisse looked forward to and took great pride in, having won many times before.

You watched with precise eyes, locking on to every muscle that flexed on her toned arms, the the hair on her head that seems to be extra beautiful each day— to the single sweat drop that fell down her forehead. popping another grape into your mouth— you felt a tap to your shoulder, tearing your eyes from the sparing daughter of ares to the person behind you— Luke Castellan.

You’ve known Luke for some time, he was one of the kind people to welcome you to camp halfblood, and you’ve always been on good terms with the friendly boy.

you smiled, awaiting his words. “Percy jackson woke up, I know you’ve been asking around for him. He’s staying in hermes cabin, come stop by.” Luke offered, and you finished chewing and swallowed your grape, smile more wide. “I’d love to! Can we go now? or is he sleeping? I’ve been sitting here for hours,” You laugh, motioning to clarisse who was continuing to slam her spear into someone’s shield. Luke grinned, turning away and waving you over. unaware of the glaring, dark chocolate eyes that followed your form with anger indescribable by any words, You followed after the boy, chittering along the path back to his and his siblings cabin— which also hosted unclaimed children.

When you both made it back, You saw percy was still sleeping, cautiously walking into the room even though the other campers were wide awake and moving around.

Suddenly, he jumped awake, a gasp leaving his mouth. Luke stepped forward, “You okay?”

“Super,” the curly blonde boy replied, removing his sleeping bag cover from his body. “we all have them, you know. intense, reoccurring nightmares. That’s normal here.” You watched as the newest camper rose from his sheets on the floor, walking towards Luke, who now stood a few feet ahead of you, leaving you beside some of his half siblings.

“daydreaming, ADHD, and dyslexia. demigods just… process reality differently than humans do.” Percy had a confused look on his pale skinned face, blue eyes staring into nothing but thought at Luke’s words.

“for the first time in your life, you’re just like everyone else.”

percy stood for a minute, seemingly debating his words before deciding to speak up, stuttering as he asked; “so are you also.. do you not know who—“

“am i unclaimed?” luke asked for him, to which percy nodded. “Hermes is my father.” You saw the twitch in his brow at the name of his dad, you knew how much he despised him. “That doesn’t matter— we’re all on the same team here.”

The two continued to talk, Percy asking genuinely good questions, and you peaked outside to see what people were doing in preparation for Capture the flag. your attention was pulled back when luke once again tapped your shoulder, pulling you from your thought. You turned to meet Percy’s blue eyes, curiosity swarming in them.

“This is Y/n, daughter of Aphrodite. She’s been wanting to meet you. The rumors spreading are pretty interesting.” You smiled at luke’s introduction, sticking out your hand. The boy gingerly took it, smiling at you shyly. “It’s nice to meet you, i’ve heard a lot.” you shake his hand quickly, only stopping when Luke took your hand off his. “Let��s show him around, yeah?” You nodded, a continuous smile on your face as you three walked outside the doors of cabin 11.

“Demigods have always fought for glory,” Luke explained, looking to you to add on. “They used to call it Kleos. it’s like this stuff that attaches itself to your name.” You added— “Yeah, it makes it seem bigger, scarier, more important.” luke continued.

“people listen closer when you talk,” you three took a turn, Percy beside you to the left, Luke beside you to the right. “they work harder to be your friend.”

“and they think twice about messing with you.” As if on cue, clarisse came from nowhere— slamming her shoulder into percy, who expressed surprise— “hey!” he yelped, of to which clarisse turned her head, pushing against his chest and easily shoving him to the floor.

“woah,” luke says, watching the uncounted.

“clarisse!” you gasp,

“knock it off, clarisse. it’s his first day, come on.” luke commented, stepping between you and her.

“are you okay, percy?” You ask, bending down and quickly helping the boy up as clarisse furrows her brows. “Wait, so this is the kid who killed the minotaur. is that right?” Her tone was cocky, you furrowed your own brows at her attitude, still holding percy’s arm even as he stood on his own. “yeah..” he looked around at her words.

“i’ll bet.” Her tone was venomous, you frown upon her voice. “look, you want attention around here, dummy? better be ready for it when it comes.” she jumped at him slightly, scaring the boy.

You sigh at her actions, noticing her eyes quickly flicker between the hand you had on the boys arm before her gaze locked with yours, an upset look upon her face as she turned on her heal and walked off.

“she seems nice.” Percy sigh out, pursing his lips. You laugh, awkwardly. “I’m sorry on behalf of her, she can be like that.” You nod, taking your hand off the newcomers arm and watching Luke step forward to stand beside you. “Ares kids. Don’t mess with them. only y/n can do that.” You elbowed Luke’s arm as your face heated up in embarrassment, huffing at the boy. “what do you mean?”

Luke smirked, well aware of the tension between you and clarisse. “I mean— Y/n is the only person in this whole camp who clarisse respects. So, better be nice to her, just in case.” You scoff, “that is not true, Percy. Just… be nice, and don’t treat her how she treats you. She’s working on it.” You smile, continuing forward with the tour of the camp— once more unaware of the fiery brown eyes glaring deadly daggers at Percy Jackson.

—

clarisse had never felt the putrid, soul turning, gut wrenching jealousy that she had been experiencing for the past several hours. At the very beginning of it, she had crossed it as anger, anger at the fact that today, on Friday— you’ve spent barely any time with her.

You knew how much of a passion Capture the Flag was to clarisse, and yet you decided to spend every hour of the day away from her except the hour before the tournament. Clarisse almost growled when she saw you approaching beside Luke and Percy, chatting away with a smile on your face. A smile that should be reserved for her, and only her.

The daughter of ares had been biting down so hard on her cheek, she hadn’t realized she’d been doing so until the unfamiliar metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, groaning as she looked away; spitting the blood filled saliva that tickled her throat.

but, her eyes wasted no time in flickering back to you.

That day forward, was the absolute worst. Not only had percy won on his first try, He broke something so dear to clarisse. One of her three spears given to her by her father, Ares. She’d fought the urge to fight the boy fist to fist and see how he’d handle the slam of her knuckle to his puny freckled face— but gave up hope when she saw you emerge from the words at her scream.

The look on your face was pure worry, litters of fear swarmed in your pupils at the sound of clarisse’s loud yell, but they turned to surprise as a Trident crafted from water sat upon the air above Percy Jackson, claiming who his father was;

Poseidon, God of the Sea.

To clarisse, who his father was meant nothing to her, she could not care less- but the look on your face made her want to strangle both Percy and his father.

Clarisse was fuming as she stood from the ground, her aura terrifying to even the birds in the trees, her steps booming. She passed you with a harsh shove to the shoulder, clenching her jaw so hard the bone might snap, yet she payed little mind to it as Percy was generously rewarded for his win.

You followed after her quickly, knowing her thought pattern when she lost something— which was not a common occurrence. “clarisse,” you called out to deaf ears, campers flooding away from the fuming girl as she tore her way through camp, leaving red hot lava steps in her wake.

When she reached her cabin, she whipped open the door so fast, it almost flew off the hinges, beginning to slam it behind her before you caught it.

The brown haired girl was pacing with pure rage, shoulders raised, fists clenched and body shaking. You knew she wouldn’t cry, but she was so upset you thought her body might have a clinical reaction.

“clarisse..” you whispered, nervous of her reply. Her eyes snapped to you, jaw tightening.

You felt a tinge of fear as she stomped over to you— “You knew! You knew he would win and you helped him!” She yelled at you, using her hands to motion back to the battlefield. “You were supposed to be on my team! He wasn’t supposed to win!” She screamed in your face, deep voice breaking with frustration as her eyes bore into yours, anger the only emotion present in them.

You harrowed your eyebrows, clenching you own jaw as she berated you- causing your bottom lip to stick out. Clarisse had never screamed at you like this before, So loudly it bounced off the walls ten times louder.

“You spent all day with him, too! is he your new best friend? Huh?!” she backed up, “do you like, have a crush on him now or something?” her demeanor changed rapidly as she laughed, voice laced with fury as she looked down upon you. “right. perfect little son of Poseidon. gods, you would, wouldn’t you?” Her anger bubbled to something.. different, and you stood bewildered by her words.

“You are so pathetic, Y/n. you know that? I mean, your mother isn’t even a warrior, and everyone knows she is only liked because she is pretty. And I see that’s something you inherited, hm? where are all your friends now?” Her words cut deep, pricking tears at the corners of your eyes as she smiled sadistically at you, your bottom lip wobbling, to your embarrassment.

“No wonder you only are around me. I’m the only one who listens to your stupid rambles and dumb thoughts, and i only do it to spare the others. It’s no surprise your mother adores you, You’ll be just like her when you grow older, just a toy for other people use, right?” Clarisse was so caught up in spewing any insults she could muster out about about you, she failed to notice how your eyes were watery and face was rosy— not until you cried.

Clarisse had only see you cry once, when a boy made fun of your hair when you were small. She beat him up, swearing that if anyone ever made you cry she’d hurt them. But now, she was the one making you cry, Unable to stop her cruel words from slipping from her mouth even as thick tears rolled down your cheeks, and not as you turned away and left her cabin, not even slamming the door.

The moment you were gone from her sight, Guilt ate her alive. Pure regret at her words, she screamed into the air, pulling her hair and kicking chairs and bags littered around Ares children’s cabin, breaking glasses and throwing items, messing up beds and destroying unimportant belongings.

she threw her sheets off her bed, tossing them to the floor in anger at herself— eyes catching sight of something unfamiliar. A box.

It was small and square, flower design littering the outside. It read ‘To: Clarisse, From: y/n’

the girl sigh at the smiley face you put down beside her name, calloused finger brushing against it as she opened the box- revealing the contents.

It was your homemade baklava. You knew clarisse adored your recipe, and you’d make it for her as often as you could- as it took time.

fear swelled in her heart at the thought of losing you, especially after what she’d just done. Regret has never been so outrageous, and she put down the box you’ve left for her.

You weren’t spending all day with Luke and Percy, you spent your time making this for her.

“Fuck.”

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