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girlswhowantboystobegirls · 10 days

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what would some pjo characters listen to?

thalia, luke, annabeth, percy, grover, clarisse, stoll bros edition

Thalia's music taste is canon; she listens to Green Day. I'd like to think she is fond of many rock bands like Radiohead, Nirvana, Rage Against The Machine... her playlist is a rock/punk soup. She may even go and listen to The Cure, Slipknot and all those bands with a certain aesthetic that is linked to an alternative style/community.

One thing about Thalia, though, is that she won't stand music that isn't alt. Lana del Rey, Billie Eilish, Dua Lipa, Taylor Swift are just examples of what she really can't get into. She despises entering a shop in a mall and hearing the "daaaaaance, dance the night away!" no. Please no. If you think Thalia listens to Taylor Swift in secret, I disagree.

I made a post about Luke's music taste before. I like the headcanon that in the Hermes cabin everyone listens to any song, any language, any genre (their shared playlist has over 3k songs, and most of them don't even correlate; special thanks to the Stolls). Luke likes punk and rock too, but maybe not overwhelmingly noisy... The Clash is probably a band he really likes, he also likes more current rock from bands like Los Campesinos... that's a little calmer than Thalia. He already has too much noise around him anyway.

Related to noise, Luke likes good, funky beats (Ivan Meets G.I Joe by The Clash starts playing). It is possible he listens to glitchore and/or scene songs!

Luke would listen to TV Girl.

Annabeth had most of her music taste influenced by Luke and Thalia, she was 7 when she came to camp afterall. Probably her own dad wasn't a parent that would show music to their child all the time. So, yes, Thalia and Luke music taste, mostly.

A thing's for sure, she doesn't understand Luke's liking towards glitchcore songs. Annabeth thinks they are... messy, like they were made immediatly and the lyrics aren't even audible. As an Athena kid who likes music, she often analyzes songs.

I can imagine Annabeth liking The Pixies, Iggy Pop, Ramones, and (she says that it's just sometimes, but their whole playlist is plagued by...) Blondie. Add The Runaways and Joan Jett too, this girl is a bisexual.

I'd like to think Percy isn't really judgemental about music. Does he find a reasoning in the lyrics? Nah. Who cares. Does he think the music is sad or happy? Depends on how fast it is, lyrics are to be listened; not read.

Sally is a really cool mom, and she probably introduced him to many things (I headcanon watching Drag race is one of them). A hint of jazz, some old-school rock punk, The Smiths, The Beatles, David Bowie, Abba... ultimate playlist. Percy probably still listens to many of these artists' songs.

But Percy's personal taste? Hip-hop. The hip-hop you could hear in a skatepark, or just 90s, it's almost the same thing. Eminem, Skee-lo, Ice Cube... he probably downloads playlist full of 90s songs.

Grover likes calming songs. Laufey is probably his favorite artist. Dominic Fike, Mac DeMarco's songs are also in his playlists. He doesn't mind catching up to some popular artists like these, but it's true that he only listens to music when he has nothing to do, not even go and search for Percy.

He can step out of his musical comfort-zone, but he can't listen to heavy metal. Thalia's playlist really scares him, can't even have it saved in his library. Grover needs relaxing music. Gods, he would listen to white noise, rain sounds or whatever's chill.

Clarisse thinks listening to music is a waste of time. She's not really a playlist grinder. But it is true some of her half-siblings tried to introduce stuff to her, it being: Måneskin, Hole, Marina (that one is a very guilty liking of her).

Clarisse doesn't think of listening to music when being alone and with no tasks, she just goes and does something. The fact that you can multitask, do something productive and listen to music at the same time, does not really enter into her perception of productivity.

Expect her to be judgemental of songs people who aren't her siblings show to her.

The Stoll brothers are constantly, forever in a music fight. Both of them have a very wide taste... but between both of them there are big differences.

Travis would listen to Taylor Swift, Mars Argo, Good kid, The Cardigans, Tyler The Creator. Pop, pretty much summarized, and some of its subtypes too.

Connor would be the reason of why the Hermes cabin listens to tons of songs in different languages (hc mentioned in Luke section). Brazilian phonk? Of course. Russian indie bands?? Yes! Argentinian rock??? Yasss. Everything goes into his playlist. Connor probably trusts Spotify's Discover Weekly BLINDLY.

This dramatic difference between their tastes made them not talk about music, because it would probably end up with both of them trying to prove the other wrong. They are very good siblings! It's just that... well... Connor thinks Travis' taste is shit. And Travis thinks Connor's make no sense at all (he can't even understand what they are saying!) But well, they can't look almost the same and have a similar music taste; that would be too much. Siblings can have many things in common, and things that make you want to make the other to cancel their Spotify subscription. It works like that.

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phoenix--flying · 1 year

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Connor "My brother hosted Kronos and started a war" Stoll and Will "All my older siblings are dead" Solace bond over the fact that neither of them were prepared to be head counselor at such a young age

#connor stoll #will solace #percy jackon and the olympians #lee fletcher #michael yew #pjo #luke castellan #will and connor sitting in the big house at like 3am shit talking him #will and connor my beloveds

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pardon-me-what-the-fuck · 6 months

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Me with more shitpost fic ideas for Nico

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #heroes of olympus #connor stoll #trials of apollo #I love him I swear #he’s my most beloved lab rat #look those came to me in a dream #god nico #percy jackson and the olympians

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blondesupes · 3 years

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Family portrait with Hermes 5, my beloveds.

(1L-R Luke Castellan, Chris Rodriguez. 2L-R Travis Stoll, Cecil Markowitz, Connor Stoll)

Commissioned from Serisna from Facebook.

#travis stoll #connor stoll #luke castellan #chris rodriguez #cecil markowitz #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hermes 5 #my babies #i hold u five in my arms #titan army #hermes #pjo hermes

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wanderingdungeoneer · 4 years

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War & Peace

This came to me a little while back as I had been reading a few different headcanons and fics. I figured I’d put in my own 2 cents and get in on the magic. I hope you guys enjoy! Also, I welcome constructive criticism. I know the perspective jumps back and forth a bit, and I tried to make it as simple as possible, but my brain likes to jump around before I finish stuff. I tried to keep them as close to in character as possible, but I’m sure I’ll get some notes about that :P This is a repost from my previous blog under the same name. He stood at the top of the hill, his best friend by his side. He looked to her, taking in the curls in her blonde princess hair, now pulled up into a ponytail. The smoothness of her lightly tanned skin underneath the dirt and grime. Her stormy grey eyes, how her brows knit when she was planning something. He couldn’t help but smile. He had cared for her since he was twelve. Now, at twenty-two, he had a decade with her as a friend, eight years as his best friend, and five years as the love of his life. For ten years, he had faced the worst the world could throw at him. He proved his innocence at twelve. He helped retrieve the Golden Fleece and save his Best Satyr friend, Grover at thirteen. At fourteen, he traveled across country to save his best friend from a Titan. At fifteen, he braved Daedalus’ Labyrinth to stop an invasion of Camp Half-Blood with nothing more than the people he needed most by his side. At sixteen, he was responsible for the choice that saved the western world and he fought Kronos just to get there. At seventeen, side by side with his best friend and love of his life, he stopped Gaea from rising. He fought for every inch he and Annabeth took in Tartarus. It had changed him. It changed her, and he knew it. For months, even years afterwards, they both would have nightmares about their trek through the deepest, darkest pit. It only brought them closer, as only they knew how to soothe each other’s nightmares. Now, today, he was standing in front of a new army. An army seeking revenge for stopping the rise of Gaea. It really put a damper in what he had planned for today.

“I love you Wise Girl.” He said, lacing his fingers with hers. He squeezed her hand three times in rapid succession, a habit he had fallen into a year and a half ago. She returned the squeezes. He turned his head at the vast army of monsters ahead of them. His smile faded. He reached into his pocket, feeling his pen having reappeared there. He pulled it from his pocket, and he felt her eyes on him.

“I love you too, Seaweed Brain.” He looked at her. She had that smile across her lips, which usually meant he had done something stupid, but she still loved him. He gazed into her eyes for what seemed an eternity and she returned his gaze. Those stormy grey eyes had always enveloped him. At first, they had intimidated him, but for the past five years they had given him strength and solace. His smile returned.

“Marry me,” Percy felt himself say, without thinking. Annabeth’s smile grew.

“Ask me again when this is over. Then we’ll see.” She said, kissing him. “Come back to me,” she said, releasing his grip, drawing her knife. The look in her eyes told him that she was scared, but she wouldn’t show it.

“Always. I’m never leaving you again.” Percy promised. He uncapped his pen, and it elongated into his xiphos, Riptide. His attention turned to the monsters ahead of him. He felt a familiar tugging in his gut, and a roaring in his ears. He was the Son of Poseidon, and the rage of the Sea was begging to be unleashed. He had felt this multiple times before, but this time, restraint wasn’t an option.

He charged.

Annabeth watched him charge the army, just as he had done many times before, with her at his side. His green eyes had enveloped her, just as it had done before. Today was a special day, Percy had told her, and he had planned a few things. She didn’t know what he was talking about, because it had taken her by surprise. Marry me. Was that it? A proposal? Annabeth couldn’t think about that right now. She had a camp to lead. Marry me echoed in her head, and something in her chest fluttered, and melted. She raised her arm to signal preparation for the catapults behind her. The Son of Poseidon, her seaweed brain, was going to be overwhelmed. A tear tugged at the corner of her eye, and she heard him shout the signal, “FOR OLYMPUS!”

Her arm dropped, as she screamed, “FIRE!” and the celestial bronze boulders flew from over the hill. The boulders rained like brimstone falling from the sky, smashing into the enemy line, causing many to panic, while others were vaporized from the impact and the heat. Her leg muscles tensed, ready to charge, but the phalanx wasn’t in place yet, and the Romans from Camp Jupiter wouldn’t make it in time. A voice from behind her shouted, “Go get him, Wise Girl. I got it!” It was Clarisse La Rue. Her legs had minds of their own and she tore after Percy. I’m coming, Seaweed Brain. Behind her, she could hear the daughter of Ares shouting orders to form lines, and to immediately charge when formed.

He was a whirlwind. Parrying, slashing, stabbing, rolling, dodging. Every monster his sword connected with, they exploded into dust. They weren’t going to take his life, his family away from him. Even if he had to go down fighting, he would make sure they were safe. But he could feel his strength waning. He felt a sharp, white-hot pain spring from his left side, and he let out a horrible cry of pain. He slashed with Riptide, and the monster exploded into dust. He dropped to one knee; his sword pointed to the ground to give him support.

“Percy!” Annabeth’s voice was too far to help him. He breathed heavily, and he could feel his life force draining. Fear welled up in his chest as he gripped the hilt of Riptide in both hands. He was becoming surrounded. The monsters around him were laughing in delight. They finally caught up to the Son of Poseidon. He looked behind him and saw the love of his life charging toward him. He held out an arm, a signal for her to stop. He had a plan. He looked up at the heavens, offering a silent prayer to Athena. Please, I know you hate me, but please, please, pleeeease help me this one time! He glanced at the monsters around him. This was a horrible idea. The King of bad ideas. What choice did he have? Oh, gods. He was terrified, and he knew he was unlikely to receive any help from the goddess, Athena. Annabeth was coming, but she was too slow. He was on his own.

“Perseus Jackson, you are mine!” a monster sneered and prepared to pounce. Percy returned the monster’s gaze with his wolf’s stare. It recoiled for a moment, but regained its posture with a snarl.

“No,” Percy growled, “I will never be yours. I’m spoken for.” He gripped his sword and lifted it up, and with a roar like a wave crashing upon the shore, he drove his sword into the earth.

Annabeth stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what Percy was doing. Think! Annabeth thought, but the earth began to quake underneath her feet, and fissures opened around her beloved. He turned to look at her, and he began to sink into the earth. She stared in horror, “Not again…” she muttered to herself, and sprinted for Percy.

Percy pulled up his sword and leapt for his life. He wasn’t really the best at rock climbing, but when adrenaline filled his veins, he felt he could do anything. His sword fell into the pit he had just created, and for a moment he panicked, thinking it would be the last time he would ever see that sword. Still, he began to climb. Twice, he nearly lost his footing. Twice his hand holds slipped from his grasp. Above him, a figure appeared. “Percy! Take my hand!”

Annabeth. He gazed up at her, and the ice-cold feeling that had gripped his heart began to melt. His arms ached. He was shaking. His arms finally came under his control, and he began to crawl back from the depths, each breath burning in his lungs. He was finally within arm’s length of the love of his life, and he used what left of his strength to reach for her. He missed. As he was starting to slip once again, but Annabeth didn’t miss the second time. Her hand grasped his forearm, and Percy found his purchase with hers.

“You made a promise Seaweed Brain! Never again!” Percy couldn’t help but smile. He could see her face, hidden partially in shadow. Her eyebrows knit in concern. He thought he could almost see a tear in the corner of her eye.

“I’ll always come home to you, Wise Girl.” He grunted; Annabeth helped haul him up. A second face appeared next to Annabeth, then a third, then a fourth. Clarisse, Connor, and Travis Stoll. They each grabbed a part of Percy’s arms and helped pull him up. Behind them, a roar of victory from the campers erupted. Percy didn’t care. Annabeth was there, her hands cupped around his face.

“Hey, Wise Girl.” He whispered.

“Hey, Seaweed Brain.” She replied, pulling him into a kiss. He happily returned the kiss, but finally, the searing pain returned to him. His Orange Camp Half-Blood tee shirt was soaked on his left side with blood. His vision lost focus, darkness creeping up on the outskirts of his vision. He slipped from her grasp and rolled to his side, the blood pooling beside him. It was all he could do to reach up to caress Annabeth’s face when his vision finally fell dark. The last thing he could remember hearing was his name being called and pleading for a medic.

No. No. No. NO! Annabeth cradled Percy’s head in her lap. His pulse was getting weaker. She quickly tore his shirt off him. Percy was more toned than most people would have given him credit for, with a plethora of scars from various encounters with monsters. With his tanned skin, it provided a kind of network of stories most people wouldn’t have understood. She had compared his scars to that of a mature great white with various scars on its flesh the first time she had gotten a good look at a few of his scars. The thought had made Percy laugh, of course, but she knew he liked it. He had once described how some of the guys on the swim team had been put off by the scars when they had first seen them. Percy refused to tell the mortals about how he got them, because 1) they wouldn’t have believed him anyway, and 2) he liked that it gave him an air of mystery that the guys couldn’t figure out. It also freaked out the competitors when they saw him. But that was years ago.

Under different circumstances, she would have marveled at the sight of her… boyfriend? Fiancé? She had thought about this before. He wasn’t just her best friend or even boyfriend. He was far more than that, and for much longer than what the mortals in their school in New York had thought. Did she already think of him as her husband? Probably. With all that time with him, he might as well have been. He had inadvertently proposed to her when they were twelve, though it wasn’t strictly binding. But the more she thought about it, the more she preferred to think it was. Marry me. With all her attention on Percy, she didn’t notice that the army hadn’t advanced to go in for the final blow. When she took her eyes off Percy, she saw why. A large crevasse had been opened in front of Half-Blood Hill, fifteen feet wide and maybe thirty feet long. under normal circumstances, she would have marveled at the amount of power Percy possessed, but she was more concerned with how big of a chunk had been taken out of him.

Will Solace had appeared next to her, “Annabeth, I know you’re worried, but I need your help. I need you to hold down on his wound and keep his head elevated, okay?”

“He’s weak, Will.” Annabeth stated, doing as he asked. “I don’t know how much longer he’s got… Where’s Nico when you need him?”

“Oh, I’ve been asking myself that question for the past two days. He’s late.”

“Focus, Solace!” Annabeth urged. He immediately got back to work wrapping Percy’s wound. The dressing was finished within moments, in which Will Solace moved on to his next step: Pulse check. Weak and getting weaker. He muttered a curse in ancient Greek. He pulled out some ambrosia and nectar.

“Keep his head steady. I don’t want to choke him.” As Will began to drain his canteen of nectar, Annabeth felt a sense of dread come over her. Please… Don’t leave me, Annabeth thought. She planted a kiss Percy’s breath was shallow and labored but became deeper with every passing moment. It appeared that the ambrosia and nectar were doing their job. This was her chance.

“Solace, help me.” She said, slipping Percy’s right arm over her shoulders. Annabeth placed a hand over the small of his back out of pure instinct. It wasn’t his Achilles heel any longer, not since he had to cross the Little Tiber, but she couldn’t let go of the memory of when he had told her where he could be killed. Will made a look of protest but thought against voicing his concerns. He slipped Percy’s left arm over his shoulders and together, they lifted the fallen hero to his feet. He made a groan of pain, his eyes fluttered open for a moment.

“Annabeth–?” he croaked.

“I’m here Seaweed Brain. You bought us some time. Now come on! Put your legs to use!”

He groaned a reply but managed to gain a footing. He grasped the shoulders of Annabeth’s and Will’s shirts. The phalanx at the foot of the hill split open, allowing the trio to enter the camp. Percy started muttering curses in ancient Greek.

“Put me down, by the tree. Thalia’s tree.” Percy growled. Annabeth and Will looked at each other but complied. They sat him up against the Pine tree; he grimaced as he looked once again to the heavens. He looked past them, at the army past the fissure he had created. Will looked at the two of them.

“I’ll need to make sure the medical supplies are ready to go. Need me to grab anything while I’m at the big house? I can grab Chiron…”

“A bottle of water?” Annabeth replied, remembering a crucial piece of information, “And a cup of salt? And don’t get Chiron. He needs to make sure the party ponies won’t destroy anything.” Will arched his eyebrow, thought about it, and nodded. He sprinted down the hill towards the big house.

“Today did not go as I planned.” Percy winced, holding his side. Annabeth knitted her brow, a smile fighting to show.

“You were going to propose.” Annabeth said matter-of-factly. Percy looked at her, a glint in his sea green eyes. A smile crawled across his paled face, and he nodded silently.

“I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted it to be memorable for the best reasons,” the smile faded from his face into a frown. Percy broke eye contact briefly to look at the army he had fought single handedly. Annabeth sat down on his good side, as Percy wrestled a small, black velvet box from his pocket. Percy struggled to open the box, until Annabeth finally took it from his hands and opened it for him. She gasped, taking in the details of the ring.

The band was a polished silver, with the sides of the inset in the designs of Athena’s cabin symbol: The Owl. The rest of the band was simple bonded silver, with an inscription on the interior, reading as

Κάτι μόνιμο

“Something permanent,” Annabeth sighed. She continued studying the ring. There were two gems inset on the ring. The gems inset were a Ruby and a Peridot. Their birthstones. She looked at Percy, a glint in her eye that said You’re incredible. She slid the ring down her left finger, and it fit perfectly. Percy gleamed, the answer clear, even to him. She wrapped her arms around her fiancé’s shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips. She let her lips attack his, cupping his face in her hands. He returned the kisses, with just as much fervor. His lips were as salty as the sea.

“I love you, Perseus Jackson.” Annabeth breathed into his ear.

“I love you, too, soon-to-be Annabeth Jackson.” Percy replied huskily. A tingle went down his spine when she said his full name.

“Did I miss something?” Will said, panting as he charged back up the hill. He had the ingredients in hand. The couple looked up at Will, and Annabeth couldn’t keep her smile down.

“He’s going to be okay.” She said, reaching for the water bottle and cup of salt. Will handed over the ingredients, blinking in confusion. She poured some of the water into the cup of salt and handed the remaining bottle to Percy. He started swigging down the water. The color began to come back to him almost as fast as it had when the nectar and ambrosia were administered. Annabeth quickly mixed the salt with the water. It was counter intuitive, making salt water to drink. Any rational mortal or demigod would tell you that. Even Poseidon himself would tell you that. But this was Percy, the son of Poseidon. In between purified freshwater sips, he would take in a bit of the salt water. Annabeth’s brain was screaming at her to stop him from drinking, but before she could act, Percy made the one logical move she could think of: After only sipping twice from the salt water mixture, he dumped the rest over his head. This gave Percy just enough strength to stand. He took a deep breath and thrusted a hand in his pocket. He retrieved his magical sword, Riptide. His shoulders fell an inch, as if a weight had been lifted. It was then when Will took notice of what really had happened.

“Well, damn. Now I miss all the fun. Congratulations, you two.” Will smiled. Percy looked at Will, and then to Annabeth. He took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers.

“It wasn’t what I had planned, but what matters is her answer.” Percy had that trouble-maker’s side smile on his face. Annabeth looked up at him, a good couple inches shorter than Percy and gave her signature lip curl at him. Almost as soon as it was there, it was gone, as her brow knitted and looked at the hostile forces. The sun was beginning to set.

“Oh, gods.” Annabeth breathed. Where had the time gone? It was just the early afternoon.

“Damn.” Percy cursed. “Looks like we’re gonna be late for that reservation dinner.”

#percabeth #percabeth fluff #pjo #hoo #riordanverse #percy jackson #percy and annabeth #annabeth chase

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comic-relief-side-character · 3 months

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Dating Connor Stoll Headcanons

· This man. This gorgeous man. I love writing for him so much

· He’s literally so pretty

· And adorable

· The list goes on

· Anyways, moving on.

· I think at this point it’s just unanimously decided that Connor’s love language is physical touch. It’s also gift giving, but that’s more like a secondary thing.

· He constantly has his hand on you. If not his hand at least some part of his body is touching you.

· Like if you guys are just going somewhere, even to another room he has to grab your hand while you walk

· Also, loves linking pinkies with you.

· It seems like a pinkie promise that he’s right here and not going anywhere, which is good reassurance considering your lives

· Also…. Hugs. Lots and lots of hugs

· Hugs where you have your hands around his waist and your head is on his chest. (its easier to imagine if you’re kinda shorter than him)

· He likes those hugs because feels like he is protecting you

· Don’t get me wrong he knows dam well that you can protect yourself. He just feels better when he’s the one doing it

· He also loves the hugs when he wraps his hands around your waist and gets to lay his head on your chest

· He likes hearing your heartbeat in those moments

· LOVES it when you play with his hair

· Or just touch his hair

· Which is actually very soft

· Also be ready for back hugs. And also surprise back hugs

· Like you’d have just been talking to your friend and he sees you from a little far away and sprints towards you to give you a hug

· There have been incidents earlier where you punched him cuz you felt like you were being attacked

· He’s probably a very deep sleeper

· Like once he falls asleep it’s nearly impossible for anything to wake him up before he’s ready

· His sleep is extremely precious to him.

· But if you’re a person who gets inspiration at the most random times (like me) and absolutely NEED to do your work, he’ll stay awake with you even if his eyes are drooping and he barely can sit straight.

· But once you’re done, he’ll help you keep your things away and hold you tight causing both of you to go straight to sleep

· Also if you’re a type of artist (like writer, poet, musician, etc etc.) he’ll love it so much if you do something keeping him as a muse

· Like if you’re an artist and draw him, he’ll be so flustered

· Or if you write a poem, like dedicated to him, he’ll feel so freaking flustered

· He’s a huge blushing mess

· Can’t think straight for the next five minutes and has trouble breathing.

· Not gonna lie the first time you gave him an artwork (or written piece) he started tearing up because it was so dam beautiful and thoughtful and he never would’ve thought that somebody would do something like this for him

· You were so scared you thought he was crying because it was terrible

· He told you ‘no it’s beautiful’

· Didn’t let you go for the rest of the day

· Lowkey insecure, so be sure to tell him affirmations.

· And also he turns into a blushing mess whenever you compliment him and its very adorable to watch

· It’s a win win situation

· Ok hear me out, naps together.

· Because you get tired

· There also are days when he’s tired

· So you two just hold each other and try to sleep your problems away (me honestly)

· I feel like he’s more of a big spoon

· And if he’s spooning you he’ll probably have his hand up your shirt rubbing circles on your stomach

· There also are days when he’s the little spoon

· That’s mostly when he can’t sleep because of his nightmares

· Spooning him is a little hard considering how freaking tall he is, but you make do

· Sometimes Connor will just scoot a little lower and lay his head near you heart and go to sleep.

· It’s also the other way round a lot of times

° He absolutely loves it when you wear his shirt or just clothes in general. So cuddling while wearing his clothes

· KISSES

· Lots of kisses

· Cheek kisses

· Forehead kisses

· Hand kisses

· Kisses where he knows he has to stop but he really doesn’t want to

· Little pecks when one of you has to leave

· Kisses where both of you are smiling so hard because you make each other so so so happy

· Before ya’ll started dating and there was this constant tension in the air, you often caught Connor sneaking glances at your lips

· He just couldn’t help it

· He really wanted to kiss you and he hated that he couldn’t

· Also, surprise kisses

· At this point you’ve just trained yourself to be ready for surprise kisses

· Imagine you’re walking back to your cabin and you hear a “hey darling” with a little peck on your lips

· Also, he either calls you love or darling, with the occasional babe sprinkled here and there. You can’t convince me otherwise

· If you speak another language other than English, he’ll learn some nicknames in that language to call you.

· He loves how happy you get when he calls you ‘his love’ in your language

· This is sorta an au where you guys are allowed to use phones

· His phone is filled with multiple photos of you

· Some are really beautiful

· Some really are not. Or so you think

· “Connor please delete that photo.”

· “But you look so pretty in it.”

· “I look like an idiot. Delete it.”

· “No, you look like a cute idiot.”

· Despite many protest he still didn’t delete the pics

· He sometimes cooks for you, while you look cute on counters

· Although mostly the cooking is done by you

· After one too many incident with uncontrollable fire you both decided its best for you to cook

· He’ll probably also feed you while you’re very busy paying attention to the show you two are watching· Dancing together

· Its sometimes just stupid dances together where you’re too busy having fun

· Other times it’s really romantic with both of you swaying along with romantic love songs

· Stargazing dates

· If you don’t know a lot about constellations he’ll tell you stories about the stars

· If you do you just end up talking about life and everything between everything and nothing

· Long drives or walks together

· Kissing at the stop signs darling

· Connor seems like the type of guy who really likes 5 seconds of summer and arctic monkeys

· So there’s a lot of their music sprinkled throughout the drives

· There’s two ways to cheer Connor up when he’s upset

· Cuddles

· Or long drives

· And pranks

· Look just because you’re his lover, whom he loves very much, does not mean you get a free pass

· He’ll still prank you but it’s pretty mild stuff compared to the landmines set on the wrong hill

· There have been multiple occasions where you woke up with dyed hair

· And all the walls of your cabin painted the most ridiculous colors which didn’t match the aesthetic at all

· I don’t feel like he’s the kind of guy to get jealous really easily

· He trusts you

· He also supports anyone who gives you a genuine compliment

· ‘Yes. This is my gorgeous and talented partner and they deserve to be complimented.’

· Likes it when anyone lifts you up

· But if he sees a guy openly flirting with you and sees that you’re uncomfortable that’s when he gets mad.

· He gets so mad

· Won’t openly fight that person since he knows you’re more than capable of doing that and would have done it if you wanted to hurt them

· But he’ll purposefully get touchy and make it clear for them to back off and the glares he gives them are enough to kill

· And if that person still doesn’t get a hint Connor will probably somehow get you out of that conversation

· And the next day the first thing you hear is that the person who was flirting with you last night, has blue skin now

· But that’s only the beginning, Connor doesn’t stop there. For the next two day, that person gets the worst pranks

· He loves making you smile

· He also loves making you laugh

· Your laugh is pretty much his favourite sound in the world· And don’t tell me that your laugh sounds like a baby goat being strangled

· Or a car engine which won’t start

· He still loves it· He wants to get drunk on it every night

· Also whenever he’s like super tired, he’ll get so so so sappy· He’s literally telling you the cheesiest and sappiest things· Loves taking care of you

· He’ll constantly make sure that you ate enough, or that you drank enough water, and that you’re sleeping enough

· He isn’t the best with feelings

· So whenever he sees you upset he tries his ultimate best to cheer you up

· Or to hear out what’s making you upset

· He’ll give you a hug if you want

· He’ll give you space if that’s what you want

· Heck he’ll even kill someone if you want

· He doesn’t know that just the effort makes you feel better

· Did I mention that he looks at you like you literally are the most beautiful person on the planet (you are tho, he ain’t wrong)

· Travis teases him all the time

· Connor retorts saying that he isn’t any better and that he’s seen the way he looks at Katie

· Connor loves your hair

· Connor loves your eyes

· Connor loves your smile

· Connor loves your laugh

· Connor loves your hands

· Connor loves your personality

· Connor loves your body

· Connor loves you so freaking much that it genuinely shocks him sometimes, what he would do for you

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Realisations hit harder than coconuts part 2

Connor really wanted to see what all the fuss around the dining pavilion was about, but in his defence he was too busy hiding from Travis at the moment.

He hid for a while, before he started hearing a lot of shouting. He still waited until he couldn’t resist anymore.

He got out from his hiding spot and started walking towards the dining pavilion.

He heard Travis before he could figure out what was going on, “There you are, we’ve been looking for you for the past 5 minutes.”

Connor thought that Travis was mad at him for dying all his pants pink, so he got ready to run away. “Y/n’s getting in a fight. You gotta stop her.”

“What?!” Connor yelled before running towards the dining pavilion with Travis in his tow. He saw Percy heading towards the dining pavilion with them too.

Connor could hear a lot of yelling coming from the centre of the crowd as he, Travis, and Percy pushed their way to the middle of the crowd.

Connor saw you first before looking at the boy you were fighting. Wylie, he was a new camper. Came in maybe 2 weeks ago. Luke was the one showing him around for the first week and then Luke just stood in the shadows guiding him wherever he needed.Connor had only had maybe like 5 conversations with him. All casual small talks.

Seeing you fight a new camper was very surprising for him seeing as you usually never argued new campers.You knew what they were going through and tried to help them out as much as you could.

Which is why Connor was frozen in spot until he saw you throw a punch square in Wylie’s jaw.

Annabeth, who was standing a few feet behind you quickly jumped to action yelling at Wylie, and stopping you from hitting Wylie again.

She failed though, cause you managed to hit Wylie again. And obviously his ego was hurt and he hit you too.

Although, he couldn’t hit you hard enough, as he didn’t have years of experience with this as you had.

You managed to push Annabeth away and jumped onto Wylie clawing his face. He didn’t even get a chance to hit you a single time, while his whole face was bruised.

Connor finally managed to move and push you away from Wylie. Percy grabbed you by the waist and pulled you, while Annabeth and Travis held you hands back stopping you from hitting him again.

Connor was standing in front of you in a moment and trying to calm you down. Not once in the 6 years he had known you had he EVER seen you this mad.

“Lemme go!!” You yelled tugging at your wrists. “Percy I swear let me go.”

“Hey, hey, hey look at me.” Connor was cradling you face now. “It’s ok calm down.”

Connor saw your eyes soften for a moment, but they hardened once again when you heard Wylie groan trying to get up.

“NO! You don’t understand! You didn’t hear what he said.” You were pulling away from Percy again.

“IT doesn’t matter. HE doesn’t matter. It’s ok. It’s ok.” Connor was whispering trying desperately to calm you down. You could get in serious trouble if you didn’t stop. Not to mention how you could get seriously hurt.

Luke stepped out from the crowd and pulled Wylie up from the crowd, having no mercy towards how hurt he was. He pulled him away from the crowd causing the crowd to disperse too.

Having Wylie out of your sight calmed you down as well. Seeing you visibly calm down, Percy, Annabeth and Travis let you go as well.

Connor didn’t. He was still crouching down and looking your eyes. It was wrong, he knew. He shouldn't have imagined kissing you. But he couldn't help it. Your face fit perfectly in his hands so that he could caress your cheeks with his thumbs.

You realized he looked so scared. To be honest he was. Scared that you could’ve gotten hurt and he wouldn’t have been able to do anything.

A year. It had been a year that he had realised he liked you. And he was extremely scared he would lose you without telling you that.

“You ok?” he whisper asked you. You smiled brightly, “of course I’m ok” you told him. Sure it did hurt smiling a bit, cause the hit Wylie had managed to land did hurt. But anything to convince Connor you were ok.

Travis pulled Annabeth and Percy away from you two. And Connor took you to your cabin which was empty at the moment, to see if you had gotten hurt anywhere.

A few minutes later, you were sitting at the edge of your bed while Connor sat near your feet. He had finished inspecting you and cleared you off that you didn’t have any injuries except for the small bruise forming on your left cheek. Nothing that a little bit of pressure and some ice couldn’t fix.

“Now.” Connor started. You hummed in response. “Why were you fighting with Wylie?”

You hesitated a little before saying, “nothing. He was just being a pain in my butt.” Connor raised an eyebrow telling you he obviously didn’t believe you.

“Seriously.” You said trying to convince him, “he was just a little trash can.”

“Y/n. Just tell me. Did he flirt with you?” Connor asked. There was this hint of something that you couldn’t quite detect.

“You think I would hit a guy for flirting with me?”

“You wouldn’t hesitate if he made you uncomfortable.”

“True.”

“So he did flirt with you.”

“No he didn’t.”

“Then why’d you punch him?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“You hit new blood because you wanted to? I find that hard to believe.”

“Connor let the topic go.” You said trying to stop him from asking questions.

“Alright. Fine.” He begrudgingly agreed.

“Thank you.” You said gratefully.

Connor got up from his spot and you followed suit.“Come on let’s go for a walk.” He said pulling you out of your cabin.

When you two stepped out of your cabin you were immediately told by Percy to head to the Big House to meet up with Chiron.

Both you and Connor walked to the Big House when you turned to Connor, “You don’t have to come with me you know.”

“Nah, I have nothing else to do. I’m coming.” He said and you walked together to the Big House.

As you two walked into the Big House you saw Chiron and Mr. D standing in front of Wylie and Luke, who was glaring at Wylie.

“Ah, Y/n, Connor. Come in.” Chiron told you. You went and stood beside Wylie, still extremely mad at him.

Chiron moved his gaze across the both of you before asking you, “who made the first hit?”

“I did Chiron.” You told him without hesitation. Connor and Luke were standing right behind you two not saying a word.

Chiron nodded. But as he opened his mouth to say something else, Mr. D interjected, “Dish washing duty for the next week, both of you.”

Wylie groaned and glared at you and both Luke and Connor could see how hard you were trying reply without sounding rude to Mr. D’s order.

You cleared your throat before saying, “I’m sorry Mr. D. I wont mind going on dish washing duty, but if you put me within a ten mile radius of HIM.” You said gesturing at Wylie standing beside you, “his death is sure in the next 2 days.”

“Y/n.” Chiron warned you. You shrugged, “I’m just being honest.”

“Honestly,” Wylie butted in, “I wouldn’t wanna be in a 15 mile radius of your stinky self either.”

You turned to look at him, “Your bruises aren’t fully healed yet, you sure you want new ones?” you blinked innocently.

“We’ll decide both off your punishments later.” Chiron interrupted your threat fest, “First I need to know one thing. Who started the fight?”

“Y/n punched me first. She already told you that.” Wylie told Chiron. Connor was starting to get interested in this conversation now. He too wanted to know where this all started from.

Chiron took a moment before talking again, “I’m not so sure Y/n would punch you without a reason. Who started all of this?”

You stayed quiet, not really wanting Connor to know what the fight was about. Wylie stayed quiet too not wanting Chiron to know he provoked you to punch him.

“Luke. You were there?” Chiron asked the head counsellor. “Yes Chiron.” Luke confirmed.

You hoped Luke wouldn’t tell Chiron what the fight was about, because if he did, you could kiss your friendship with Connor and Connor goodbye.

'Ooohhh kissing Connor......'

'No shut up. You're in trouble'

Chiron raised an eyebrow signalling Luke to tell him what the fight was about.“I didn’t really see what started it all. But I did see Y/n defending…” he sneaked a glance at you and saw you giving him a pleading glance not to say anything more, “….defending a fellow demigod. Wylie disagreed, but Y/n was adamant. Kept defending the demigod. Until Wylie pushed her patience and said some really bad stuff about the demigod, causing Y/n to punch him.”Chiron nodded, comprehending the situation, but Connor was even more confused about this situation than before.

Who were you willing to start for? It probably was one of your friends. It wasn’t rare for you to fight for your friends and defend them in their absence.

There also have been incidents where you defended Connor and Travis in their absence and got into a fight for them. You got hurt a little bit too much one of those days. Connor didn’t realise why he felt so so so bad seeing you hurt because of him, until last year.

He somehow managed to convince you to stop getting into fights because of him. He blackmailed you a little bit saying he won’t talk to you ever again if you got into a fight because of him again, knowing fully well that he would never be able to do that.

“Chiron.” Luke interrupted his train of thoughts, “You can give Wylie whatever punishment you and Mr. D decide, but I hope you know that as head counsellor of Cabin 11, I have some say in Wylie’s punishment as well.”Chiron nodded, signalling Luke to continue. He did.

“I want you to give Wylie a very strict punishment considering what he did was extremely immoral.” He glared at Wylie, “considering that that person has been nothing but nice to them.”

Chiron nodded, “What do you suggest his punishment should be?” Mr. D coughed behind him, “Dish washing duty.” Luke nodded, “dish washing duty. And from my end, you will be on cabin cleaning duty for the next 2 weeks. IF you do get claimed before the end of 2 weeks, I will talk to your cabin counsellor about your punishment. So don’t try to find any loopholes.”

“But that’s so unfair! She was the one who punched me. My whole face hurts because of her. And she gets no punishment?” Wylie sputtered.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m sorry for being stronger than you then. And I’m sorry you’re so weak that you can’t take a couple of punches.”

“Y/n is not off punishment either. She’ll be cleaning up the archery range and lava climbing wall for the next 3 days after training.” Chiron told you. You nodded as an affirmation.

“You both can go now.” Chiron told both of you. Connor caught the glare Wylie gave you before going out of the Big House.

You, Luke, and Connor walked out of the Big House, and after you thanked Luke for helping you decrease your punishment he was off.

That left you and Connor alone walking to the archery range, where you were supposed to train some of the younger campers.None of you said anything for the whole walk.

The only thing going through Connor’s mind was how to ask you who the demigod was without you getting angry. And the only thing going through your mind was how to get him to stop thinking about the fight.

After archery, you thought you had cabin inspection, while Connor had some free time. You decided to hang out with Connor for a while before going away for cabin inspection.

Both of you headed to the lake to talk for a while. There was this silence between you two that you did not like at all. So you decided to break it by saying something stupid, like, “Do you want a coconut to hit your head on?”

Connor laughed, “What?” it was nice to see him smile after such a long day. You laughed along with him and scooted closer to him.

Connor knew it would be a bad idea to bring up the fight again. So he didn’t. “I don’t think Travis had found out that I died all of his pants pink yet.” He told you.

“You better be ready for that when he comes for you then.” You said making creepy gestures with your hands.

“Woe is me.” He said dramatically laying down on the dock, “I guess I have to accept my fate and the wrath of my brother after all.”

You laughed, “Woe is definitely not you. Get up.” You said pulling him up. He got up and you scooted closer laying your head on his shoulder.

You were so tired after the long day. So kinda sorta forgot about letting go of Connor’s hand. Or maybe you didn’t.But that didn’t mean Connor’s heart would stop racing.

‘This is normal between friends, right? Friends lay their heads on each other’s shoulders all the time. And they also hold hands.’ Connor nodded to himself.

“I have a question for you.” Connor started. He wanted to talk to you, about anything. That would be enough. “Go on.” You said, not picking your head from his shoulder.

“If you could live with one animal for the rest of your life. Which animal would it be?” Connor asked.

“Like a pet?”

“Any animal. It can be a pet, or a wild animal.”

“A crab.”

“Why?” Connor chuckled.

You let out an offended gasp, “Did you forget ketchup? My baby. He was my little baby.”

Connor facepalmed, “Of course. How could I forget ketchup?”

You giggled, “Exactly. How could you? And plus, if anyone annoys me I can just….” You did some wiggly fingers, “let my crab into their pants. So that he pinches them a lot.”

“Snap snap snap.” Connor said snapping his hands at you face.

“What would be yours?”

“Probably like a little snake, or a gecko.”

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t have a reason, but they just seem cool, you know. Just lounging around with their little fork tongues.”

“Slither slither.”

“I don’t think snakes slay ‘slither slither’.”

“Snakes absolutely slay slither slither.”

“Oh shut up, you know my tongue slipped.”

“Snakes slay slither slither.”

“Stoooppp.” Connor whined.

You lifted you head from his shoulder and hissed in his face with a stupid grin on your face.

‘Why are you so close?’ Connor thought. But he didn’t move you away or scoot away. ‘How am I supposed to not kiss you when you’re this close?’

Your gaze flickered to his lips, which you were pretty sure is the biggest mistake you made in your life.

“Don’t you have cabin inspection?” Connor blurted out out of nervousness.

You smirked and moved away from him, “Nah, pretty sure I have cabin inspection tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

“Nope.”

“Who are you paired with?”

“Probably you.”

“Then its tomorrow.”

“Yayyy. We get off time now.”

“Yayy.” Connor cheered with you.

“Connor!!” you two heard Travis yell behind you. “Pink!? Out of all colors, you chose pink?! It doesn’t even match my skin.”“Time to run. Let’s go.” Connor said pulling you up and running with you away from Travis who was chasing both of you in mud covered pants.

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stoll brother headcanons for the soul please

Here we go away for a second fucking time. Anon this is not directed at you but my fucked up Wi-Fi and I’m so very sorry you won’t ever get to see the original masterpiece.

Two hours I worked on that TWO HOURS

TW: mentions of war, death, blood, hinted child neglect and abuse. None of this is really discussed in detail until the very last hc, but that’s pretty tame.

Travis

Everyone seemed him as an open book. The brother who forgives without a second thought, who doesn’t have a care in the world.

That’s actually wrong. Kinda.

He does forgive easily, too easily, but he never forgets and because he never forgets there is a time when he’s pushed too far and will never forgive that person again.

Travis held onto to the hope that his father and mother do care for so long, longer than Connor.

The day he held Connor, who was bleeding out, was the day he gave up on his dad. The day something in Travis hardened when it came to their father.

It was when he found their mother, long after the wars but before he really left camp for good, that he stopped loving her. She had a new family, a new set of kids, one boy one girl. She had a husband and a house and a smile that was real. Her favorite blue dress no where in sight and those blue nails he could still remember were replaced by a shorter set with the color of peach.

He never told Connor about it. Never told him how he prayed and begged for his father to help, how he found his mother livings life without the sons she had given up on.

He loves, he will always love them. But Travis stopped thinking they’d ever love him. And his longing for them, his naive hope, died the same day Connor lived, no thanks to them

Travis will always back up Will Solance for this. He can never than the son of Apollo enough for saving his brother

Travis didn’t steal. Well, he did, but it wasn’t that simple. He was diagnosed with kleptomania when he was 23 years old

When Travis stills it’s not because he wants to, it’s because he can’t help it. He stopped trying to explain that once he turned 13, no one but Connor ever listened.

He hated it. Hated that he took things he didn’t even want, didn’t have a need for. It was the flowers in Katie’s hair, a stray paintbrush at the arts and crafts table, a box of bandages from Will, it was nothing but it was enough for him and his brother to gain a reputation.

Travis hates lying. Hates it more than anything.

He doesn’t lie, never could, hated the bitter taste of it on his tongue. He’s learned to talk circles around people, to say something that has a completely different meaning than they think.

It’s a habit that his siblings who he raises pick up from him, even those with a differently godly parent. They all learned he hates lying, but no one other than Connor knows why.

He always knows when someone is lying. Can feel it burn on his skin and leave a terrible taste in his mouth, even if the lie isn’t directed at him.

This gift from his father is more of a curse than anything else. And he’s so very thankful that no one other than his brother knows about it. He’s not sure he could stomach being used as a lie detector in any war.

When he goes to college at camp jupiter he tries to start fresh

It’s cutting his hair in different styles again and again until he’s so good at it others are coming up asking him to do theirs.

It’s coloring his hair, changing his outfits and listening to every genre of music there is, hoping that when he looks in the mirror he’ll finally feel at home

Despite how nice everyone is, now he isn’t out casted for being a child of Hermes, this place isn’t home. These people aren’t his family and they don’t want to be. It’s just as suffocating as camp half blood if a bit more manageable

Slowly he talks and less with everyone who isn’t Connor. He’s at college, he’s busy and so are they. They don’t have time for big brother Travis, they have their own cabins now. Their own responsibilities. And they’re getting use to not seeing him every day.

It hurts more than he wasn’t to admit

He goes through just about every major there as well until he somehow ends up deciding he wants to work with kids, when then transfers to him wanting to be a teacher

Connor

He’s the bitter brother. Less forgiving, more prone to snap and snarl. The one who people need to work to earn respect and forgiveness

Connor holds grudges easily, he is bitter and you do have to work to earn his forgiveness. But he always forgives in the end.

As he gets older it’s easier for Connor to move on, he’s shared his anger and hurt instead of ignoring it. He’s okay with where he’s at

Connor despite how much he hates his mother, father, and Luke knows he will never stop loving them

In a perfect world if given the chance, if they proved themselves to him, he’s forgive them for everything in a heartbeat

He hates his mom for leaving them without a second glance, hates her for hurting Travis, but he loves her. He loves the woman who held him when he cried, even if it was rare. He misses the woman who made pillow forts with he and Travis on stormy nights, if she was home.

His dad is and will always be complicated. Connor hates him for Luke, blames him for Luke. Blames him for he and his brother and their entire cabin becoming outcasts in the one place that should have been home. Hates his dad for letting them stay unclaimed for a year. Loves him for keeping Travis alive through not one but two wars. Loves him for never actually milking him despite the unkind thoughts Connor has had, has even shared with him in his anger.

Luke his big brother and Luke on the other side of the battlefield are two very different people in his mind. One he loves the other he hates

Connor ends up as a mechanic once he leaves camp.

Travis helped him find a trading school for it once Connor realized it’s what he wanted to do. Connor will never forget the smile on his brothers face the day he was accepted into the school and the day he had a makeshift graduation

Connor always loved pulling things apart to put them together again. But it was never something he could really explore at camp. He was a child of Hermes, and children of Hermes weren’t mechanics

Part of Connor decided to do it to spite his father another part to try and figure out who he was outside of his godly parent, outside of his cabin and camp

Somehow he reconnected with Leo Valdez, who ends up getting him to visit came again and help out with the next generation of demigods

Connor loves it. They accept him so easily and they look up to him. He’s a demigod who found a future that doesn’t have to do with his godly parent and if he mentions how his brother is a teacher despite being a child of Hermes than Travis never has to know

Connor doesn’t stay at camp often but he does make sure to visit

Connor never really cut off contact with everyone but he didn’t try to keep talking to them when they stopped

Part of it was because he was bitter on his brother behalf. They stopped talking to Travis. And maybe his brother didn’t really try to keep contact but Travis was never one to reach out first

But with time Connor ends up sending the birthday texts and does the odd Iris message here and there. If it goes unanswered than that’s not his problem

He’s in better connection with everyone mostly because of and through Leo though. Leo ends up as one of his closest friends, one of his only friends from the world of being a demigod

Connor hates Percy Jacobson

He will always stand behind Percy in war. Will always follow his lead. And he knows, he knows he shouldn’t blame Percy but he does.

Annabeth Chade had a new best friend when Percy came. She left camp, left what he had then considered home still. Left him, left the small makeshift family of year rounders (which had been such a smaller group before the war)

He’s the reason to many are dead. And really that’s not true. Connor knows it’s not Percy’s fault, that Percy blames himself already. But he hates him anyways

And the worst thing of all, he blames him for Luke. Not as much as he blames his father but he still blames him.

Percy Jackson is when his life took a turn for the worst and while the son of Poseidon had no real control Connor can’t help but to hate him

Both

It actually took a bit of time for the Hermes cabin to accept the

Despite staying unclaimed for a year it didn’t change the fact that they were full blooded brothers who weren’t twins. That for some reason Hermes went back even after Travis was born.

Everyone seemed to think this meant they were his favorites, or at least they were favored in some form by him

Travis was pretty sure their dad forgot who their mother was until he went home with her and came face to face with a baby Travis

When they became head counselor’s it was accepted at first. There was two of them, they weren’t even the oldest children of Hermes.

But they were the only year rounder then, the only ones who have been at camp nearly as long as Annabeth Chase.

They may have raised half the camp, they may have been The big brothers but no matter how much they loved their siblings they never truly felt at home in the Hermes cabin.

They each have a shoebox (that can magically expand) which holds the most important possessions they have, even if it’s mostly for memories

Travis has the first birthday card Connor ever made it. Connor was five and he was seven, he had always made sure to get and give something to Connor but on his seventh birthday for perhaps the first time Travis received a gift. A paper filled with a tiny hand prints and splatters of colors.

There’s also a flower, that he convinced Lou Ellen to preserve for him, that Katie had put in his year. A small reminder of a time when they didn’t hate each other’s guts. When they only had soft smiles for each other and bright eyes.

Travis has at least one card from every sibling. Which isn’t much, no one really paid attention to his or Connor’s birthday, but the fact that there were any at all meant the world to him

He has one picture of his mother and father, funny enough it has both of them. From before even he was born, both with smiles on their faces.

He has many pictures of everyone else in his life and only one with him. He’s with Connor and they’re caught mid-laugh, bandages wrapped all over them and there’s a finger cutting off a corner of it. Travis distantly remembers a laughing Will taking the picture.

Connor has an old stuffed bunny, he can’t remember when he first got it but he knows Travis is the one who gave it to him.

He has a origami flower, a gift from a son of Aphrodite. Connor’s not sure why he kept it but he’s never been able to throw it out

He has letters, letter after letter from Travis. All from when his brother left camp, some from his time in college and some from his time in the mortal world.

They have matching bracelets from their father

Neither have any idea what they actually do, if they do anything at all

Both say they keep it on, as a reminder of each other when apart. Something that shows how connected they are.

Which is true but it’s also nice to have a reminder that even if it was just once, their dad has thought about them.

It’s leather bracelets, with one green gem in each, and a small charm for their father. A shoe with wings.

They both hate strawberries

They never enjoyed them before camp. The fruit always either too sweet or too bitter

It always felt like no matter what every corner they turned there was a strawberry. Strawberry this strawberry that, at every meal every day. Loved by all campers except them.

The smells of strawberries brought them back to moments full of blood and screams. The color made them sick, too similar to the blood of their friends.

Strawberries reminded them of camp, of summer, of war and death. Strawberries was something they hate and would always hate.

#whatoh answers asks #anon #I’m so very tired it’s now 2am #travis stoll #travis stoll my beloved #connor stoll #connor stoll my beloved #whatoh talks pjo #pjo headcanons #I still miss my og masterpiece of an answer #hope you like it anon!!

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comic-relief-side-character · 3 months

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Realisations hit harder than coconuts

“y/n” Connor knocked on the cabin door. “you in there?” he asked once you didn’t answer.

You somehow managed to muffle an affirmation from beneath your blanket. Connor managed to open the lock and entered your cabin, finding you happily snuggled inside a blanket with a blissful smile on your face.

“Why are you sleeping on only a quarter of your bed?” he asked sitting down on the part of your bed which wasn’t filled with random stuff.

There were random papers and clothes scattered over half of you bed which you pushed away to make some space for you to take a nap.

You scooted and lay you head on his lap. It wasn’t rare for you both to take a nap together. It also wasnt rare for Connor to cuddle you while he napped, but it was rare for you to cuddle Connor while you napped.His hand immediately flew to your head to play with your hair.

You were way too tired to think about anything, leading you to nuzzle your face in to the crook of his knee. You had a blissful smile on your face at the idea of finally getting a nap.Connor found himself smiling at your peaceful expression.

He winced at the sudden pain in his chest.He rubbed the spot on his chest near his heart.

‘Why does my heart hurt all of a sudden?!’

‘Am I getting a heart attack?’

‘Oh gods I’m gonna die.’

‘I’m gonna die over here and no ones gonna find my dead body.’

‘Oh wait no. Y/n’s right here. Wait wasn’t I supposed to meet Travis in half an hour.’

Connor clicked his tongue at the thought of getting up again. He slowly lifted your head up from his lap and laid it down on a pillow beside him.

You whined at the loss of heat and the cold pillow but fell asleep soon again.

Connor ran out of your cabin sure to shut the door after he left and ran off to find his brother. He continued rubbing the skin over his heart. The ache had dulled a bit, but he still remembered how much it hurt.

When he finally found Travis it was with Percy. At this point Connor was subconsciously rubbing his chest. Travis frowned at his brother, “What’s up with you?”

“Acidity?” Percy asked raising an eyebrow at him. Connor clicked his tongue and shook his head, bringing his hand down and stuffing it into one of his pocket.

“Now what?” Percy asked the Stolls. “Now we wait.” Travis whispered.

The three were up on a tree on different branches a few feet away from the Ares cabin.

A scream left the cabin followed by the sound of someone falling down on the floor.

“Stolls!! I’m going to kill you both!!” Clarisse’s voice echoed through a 5 mile radius.

Percy jumped down from the branch he was on landing on the ground with a soft thud.

“And that’s our queue to leave.” Connor said jumping down from his branch, but he fell right down on a root which made him stumble and fall right on top of Percy.

“Connor.” Your voice chuckled behind the two boys, “Annabeth’s going to kill you if she finds you two like this.”

Travis laughed along with you while Connor got up from the awkward position he was in.

“Ew, I don’t like Percy.” Connor made a fake disgusted face to hide how extremely nervous he felt when you laughed. Even if you’re laughing at him.

Percy pushed himself up, “oh thank gods.” He dusted the soil off of him. “Hey! What’s the ew supposed to mean?”

Connor patted Percy’s shoulder, “Sorry Percy. You’re just not my type.”

You let out a laugh once again before gesturing back to Cabin 5, “You three might wanna run if you don’t wanna hang off of Clarrise’s spear like a kebab.”

That was enough to get Travis and Percy running, but Connor stayed back for a moment. “Weren’t you taking a nap?” Connor asked and the memory of you blissful smile returned to his mind along with that dull ache in his chest.

You playfully shoved Connor’s shoulder, “You know what? I was. And what a nap it was. But my mind told me after sometime, that my dumb best friend is about to pull off a very risky stunt so I should go and cover for him. Thanks for ruining my nap loser.”

The sound of a few dry leaves being crushed behind you signalled that Clarisse was catching up to Connor. He took it as his sign to start running. He saluted you with his signature trouble maker smirk and dashed off somewhere in the woods, leaving you alone wondering why you liked that smile so much.

“Where did that little squirrel run off to?” Clarisse asked standing behind you.

You turned to face her trying extremely hard to conceal the smile on your face, and succeeding too.

“Oh. I just saw it climb that tree over there.” You said gesturing to a tree beside you. “but if you don’t mind me asking Clarisse, what did that poor squirrel ever do to you?”

Clarisse was mad you knew that, you also knew that teasing her like this would just lead to her getting angrier, but you also knew that it was a lot of fun.

“That little idiot somehow got a whole layer of water over the cabin roof and then the roof broke and now my whole cabin is flooded. How did those two even manage to fill the roof up?”

“Yeah considering he’s so so so tiny. I mean I don’t even think he’s as big as my palm.”

“Y/n. Connor’s way taller than you.”

“Where’d Connor come from? I thought we were talking about the squirrel over there.”

“Oh gods Y/n, do you or do you not know where the Stolls are?”

“No I don’t. I haven’t seen them for the past 2 hours.” You lied straight through your teeth faking complete innocence. It was fun acting like you had no idea what happened just to get on Clarisse’s nerves.

Clarisse groaned and ran into the woods, the same way the three boys had gone not too long ago. But by now you had managed to stall Clarisse long enough that the three would be way out of sight for her. So you just went back to camp grounds to get to arts and crafts.

“Thanks for saving our butts back in the woods.” Connor said scooting closer to you on your table. You looked over at him only to find him sopping wet.

“You’re wet.” You stated the obvious while kneading some clay to turn it soft. Connor smiled, “Thanks I didn’t notice.”

You shook your head while smiling. “I’m guessing this had something to do with you punishment.” Connor nodded leading to tiny drops of flying from his hair and landing on you face. “Stop you’re making me wet.” You groaned pushing his face away from you. You realised what you said way too late. “No no no that’s not what I meant.” your protest didn’t stop Connor from bursting out into a laugh.

You went back to your little project trying desperately to ignore the tingly feeling in your stomach at the sight of Connor laughing. And failing miserably.

Connor stopped laughing after a while and saw you working with the clay. “What are you making?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” You simply replied.

“But you’re doing something.”

“Just because I’m doing something doesn’t necessarily mean I know what I’m doing.”

You looked at him, noticing the how he had clay smeared over various spots on his face from when you pushed him away.

“Connor.” You started. He just hummed in response, seemingly way to engrossed in the ball of clay currently in your hands. “Why are you staring at my clay like that?”

He said nothing while he grabbed the ball of clay from your hands. He started fiddling with it and you let him.

“Connor you have clay on your face.” You said smiling slightly.

“Hmm?” He said turning to you having no idea what you were talking about. And also having no idea how adorable he looked with that look innocent look on his face. And also having no idea that your heart skipped a beat every time he looked like that.

Clearing your throat to calm yourself you cleaned some clay off of his forehead with the back of your wrist. “You have clay on you face.” You whispered once again continuing to clean the clay.

Connor watched as you moved you wrist all over his face, probably having no idea how fast his heart was beating at the moment.

He prayed and hoped that you couldn’t feel how warm his face was right now. Or maybe you could. Because you were touching his face at the moment.

Wait, have you always had three shades in your eyes? Or is that was newer thing. How didn’t he notice it sooner?

Connor was hoping you’d finish cleaning the clay soon, because he thought he’d die of a heart attack if his heart didn’t stop beating so fast.

But he also did not want you to ever stop. He liked having your attention. Especially right now. And he really really liked how softly you were touching him.

“There you go.” But, alas the fates are never on Connor’s side. The clay had to be cleaned at some moment or another.

He half wanted to paint his entire face with mud or something if only you touched his cheeks like that again.

Oh gods is that creepy to think. Who thinks about their best friend this way, right?

“You might wanna go get changed. Unless you wanna die of hypothermia.” You said breaking the silence between you two.

The sun had begun to set and dinner was probably in an hour or so. There weren’t many people around you, just a few teenagers scattered here and there with some more kids who were doing their own crafts.

“I’m not really cold.” Connor whispered.

You gave him a knowing look, “You’re shivering.” Connor shook his head, “no I’m not.”

You sarcastically nodded and whispered an ok.

You looked at him again, “Go get changed Connor.” You said hitting his foot with yours.

He begrudgingly got up from his spot beside you. “You owe me.” He grumbled. You shot him a questioning look as he walked back to his cabin.

“You are acting weirder than usual today.” Travis said to him while he was at the campfire.

It had been a few hours since the whole ‘you wiped clay off of his face, and Connor could not stop his racing heart’ incident.

He was currently with his brother while you talked to one of the Aphrodite girls. He thinks her name is Aileena, but he can’t be too sure.

What he was sure about though was that you really shouldn’t get too near to the fire because the firelight made you look way too pretty and he was afraid he’ll have another heart attack.

“You’re staring.” Travis said to him while he handed him a marshmallow to toast. Connor took it from him, “no I’m not.” He denied.

Travis rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Dude, I’ve been standing at this same spot with a marshmallow in my hand for the past 3 minutes, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her for the entire time I’ve been here.”

Connor was paying his full attention to Travis but when he turned to toast the marshmallow he saw you laughing with Aileena once again and Connor could’ve sworn that that was the prettiest scene he had seen all day, if not all year.

“See see. You’re even sneaking glances right now.” Travis interjected. Connor took a deep breath and also tried to stop Travis marshmallow from being on fire.

“Ok fine maybe I just realised that my best friend, Y/n looks really pretty beside the firelight.”This led to Travis giving Connor a look that let him know that he wasn’t fully convinced.

“Or maybe I just realised that I like Y/n.” he said meekly. Travis chuckled at this,

“Took you long enough to figure that out.”

“Huh?” Connor questioned. “Everyone at camp could see that you like Y/n. everyone else but you two apparently.” Travis explained.

It took Connor a moment to register this, “wait. You mean to tell me, you knew? You knew I liked her.”

Travis was chewing his marshmallow when he placed a comforting hand on Connor’s shoulder, “Connor, I’m your older brother. I know things about you, you don’t know about yourself.”

Connor scoffed, “Oh yeah? Like what?” Travis picked up the marshmallow that Connor was holding, “You hit your head repeatedly with a coconut when you were two.”

“Even I know that’s a lie.”

“Nope.” Was Travis’s simple reply. “Well, I’m going to go get some more marshmallows.” He said getting up.

“Scoot over.” He heard your voice behind him. He did as he was told.

You were holding your own marshmallow at the moment and a blanket in another.

You sat down beside Connor, “I have a marshmallow in my hand, mind draping this over me?” you asked gesturing to the blanket that was now in your lap.

Connor nodded and draped the blanket over your shoulder carefully avoiding the sticky marshmallow. “Eat it or I’m gonna eat it.” He said gesturing at the marshmallow.

“Nooo.” You whined before popping it into your mouth.You noticed Connor shivering so you lifted up your blanket gesturing him to get in it. Connor snuggled inside your side and smiled at the warmth.

"Now I'm kinda cold." He whispered. "This is exactly the reason why I told you to get changed back then." You smirked. Connor simply chuckled and willed himself to look away from you.

Connor clicked his tongue before saying, “Travis just told me that I repeatedly hit myself on my head with a coconut when I was two.”

“I knew there was something wrong with you.” You said laughing at him. Connor chuckled, “maybe it was the coconuts fault.”

That caused you to burst out laughing.

And that was the moment Connor Stoll realised that he likes you way too much, and that he doesn’t want to stop.

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