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Jealous

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Synopsis: Percy Jackson is never the type to get jealous. He just never does. Tell him he is and he'll laugh at your face and tell you you're wrong.

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Aphrodite's daughter reader

Warning: LUKE DOES NOT BECOME KRONOS AND TURN TO THE BAD SIDE, Y/n is used multiple times in the story, violence, mention of liquor, getting drunk and tipsy, and all minor characters mentioned are AGED UP! The reader is mentioned to be a girl

W.C: 2.1k

Percy Jackson is never the type to get jealous. Or so he says he isn't. Tell him that he is and he'll laugh at your face and tell you you're wrong. He's Percy Jackson! He saved the world multiple times and has a wonderful girlfriend who he knows loves him and only him. So why would he be jealous of a new camper who keeps trying to make a move on his girl? Right?

"If looks could kill, I'd think poor little Colin would be in the Underworld with Hades by now," Leo says as he watches Percy glaring at Colin for the nth time this morning. "Woah dude, if you hate strawberries just say so, no need to murder them," Luke jokes, making Leo laugh alongside him.

Percy removes his gaze from the two and shakes his now-soaked hand, stained with strawberry juice. Lea and Luke exchange knowing looks and turn to the younger boy, who is now continuing to pluck strawberries from their bushes.

"Don't tell us you're jealous of the new camper, Jackson," Luke teases, which earns him a glare from the younger boy. That just made Luke's smirk wider than it already was. "You are jealous," Leo teases as well. "I'm not! Why would I be anyway?" Percy denies, but the two know better than their friend.

"If you say so, Perc," Luke says. He and Leo exchange smirks and glances before continuing their chores. Percy only tries to shake the unwanted feeling the whole time and tries to block out the beautiful sounds of your laughter and the annoying voice of Colin.

No, he is not jealous. He's Percy Jackson! And Percy Jackson is never jealous!

"Oh, you are so jealous," Annabeth laughs, along with Piper and Clarisse. "I am not! How many times do I have to say that?" Percy says, annoyed by his friends' pestering. His response only made the three laugh louder and started to gain the attention of other campers. "You very much are, Jackson. You can't deny it," Clarisse says to the boy. "Why are you even here, Clarisse? Shouldn't you be bullying some of the new campers?" Percy asks, which earns him a glare from the child of Ares. "Yeah, but teasing and laughing at your jealous state is more fun and enjoyable," Clarisse says back.

"Why would I be jealous of that Colin anyway? I'm Percy Jackson!" The boy says, making the three girls laugh at him even more. "Yeah, why are you so jealous of Colin anyway, Seaweed Brain? It's not like Y/n will leave you for the new kid anyway," Annabeth says. Yeah... She wouldn't leave me for someone else...right?

"Hey, Perce!" Percy hears the sweet voice of his girlfriend, making him look up with a big smile plastered on his face. "Hi!" He waves back. Annabeth glances at the couple before rolling her eyes and secretly hides a smile. "No need to hide that smile, Annie. I know you're not even a bit annoyed," You tease the blonde, making her roll her eyes and fail to hide her grin. "Shut up, lovebirds," She says before walking away. The other two said they had to finish some chores and left the two couples alone.

"So, how was your day so far?" You ask. "Going well so far," Percy says, completely forgetting his jealous and annoyance towards the new camper. (We all know that isn't exactly true). "How about you? How's your day been so far?" He asks and wraps his arms around your waist. "Good so far, yeah. I've been showing Colin the routes and everything else he needs to know to be properly accustomed here at camp," You say while playing with some strands of Percy's hair.

The mention of Colin's name made him feel a stingy feeling in his chest, but he did his best not to show it. Because the gods forbid the son of Poseidon gets jealous of some new camper.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, noticing his sudden change of mood. "Huh? Yeah, totally fine, my love," He assures you and gives you a wide grin. "Hey, Y/n!" Someone calls your name. Percy and you look up and see Colin waving his hand while carrying a plate full of food. Percy tries to secretly hide his annoyance and prays you wouldn't notice.

"Hey, Cols," You greet back, much to Percy's annoyance. "Would you like some food? You've been working with me since this morning, and I thought you might want to eat some first? Maybe we can sit beside each other too— Oh, hi, Percy!" Colin greets the dark-haired boy before turning back to you and offering you his plate of food.

"Oh, I—"

"You can't eat beside someone who isn't in the same cabin as you, Colin," Percy interjects. "Oh, I uh— I didn't know that. Maybe next time?" Colin suggests, and you nod politely before the boy walks back to the Pavilion to eat with the Hermes Cabin. You turn to Percy with a brow raised, and he just shrugs his shoulder. "What? It's true," He says, which makes you chuckle.

"Okay, waterboy. You better eat now, I know you haven't eaten anything since this morning—" Percy opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "—Don't even lie to me, Perseus Jackson. Luke and Leo told me that you haven't eaten. Now, go eat!" You say and point towards the Pavilion. The boy could only sigh in defeat and walk with you to eat.

Laughter had filled the whole camp that evening. All the campers had gathered around the bonfire to sing, chat with other friends and have a little bit of fun. Percy sat beside Leo, and the two spent half of the night chatting about things they both took interest in. It was all fun and laughter, and Percy had even forgotten about his jealousy thing for a certain camper.

Since Chiron and Mr. D had turned in early for the night, the campers left behind had too much fun. The Hermes and Dionysus cabins revealed their secret stash of liquor, and everyone had started to try it out, making some campers drunk and tipsy. Of course, before that, the Demeter cabin had made the younger campers turn in for the night to avoid the young children trying out things they shouldn't be.

All were having fun and forgetting their exhaustion before a piercing scream erupted, gaining everyone's attention.

"Let go of me, Colin!" a familiar voice yelled. A too familiar voice for Percy. He stopped his conversation with Leo halfway to turn to the scene that had gained the attention of everyone. He saw his girlfriend with a disturbed emotion, with a drunk Colin pestering her even more despite her refusal. This made the boy see red. Absolute red.

He stood up from his seat and walked towards the scene. "Percy, calm down—" Leo said, trying to stop him, only to be pushed away by his friend. "Hey, man, she said let go," Percy tried to calmly say while trying to shove the camper away, not wanting to cause another scene.

"Oh, shut up, fish boy," Colin responded. Without thinking, Percy raised his fist and punched the drunk Colin to the ground. Campers gasped in shock to see the son of Poseidon become physical with someone who wasn't a monster. Colin was quick to stand up and give Percy his own fist. "Percy!" you ran to your boyfriend, and some campers held Colin.

"Can't fight without your little girlfriend, huh, fish boy?" Colin taunted. "Don't talk to my girl like that," Percy tried to walk closer to Colin, but he was held back by you, Leo, and Luke. "Let go of me," Colin shook himself off from the campers who were holding him and spit on the ground.

"We aren't finished here, fish boy," Colin warned and pointed a finger at Percy before walking away. "Oh, yeah? It looks like it is to me!" Percy yelled at him. "Percy, stop!" you said, continuing to hold him by his arm. He looked down at you, and even for a little bit, he calmed down.

"Alright, everyone! Go to your cabins! No one speaks about this again tomorrow morning!" Luke instructed, and the campers obediently followed the Hermes boy's orders. "You should get him cleaned up, Y/n," Luke said, and he and Leo let go of their friend. "Go to sleep, Perce," He ruffled the boy's hair before him and Leo bid their goodbyes.

The walk back to the Poseidon cabin was silent. Percy knew very much that you were angry at him, and he hated himself for showing that side of him to you. When the two of you entered his cabin, you quickly took the first aid kit from under his bunk and started to clean the bruise on his knuckles and his busted lip.

It was silent for a few more minutes before Percy found the courage to say something. "I'm sorry, love," he apologized. He looked down at his lap when you turned away from him and ignored his apology. "I'm not angry, Percy, but I am disappointed," Percy's face lit up halfway when you said you weren't mad, but it turned back into a sad expression after you said you were disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologized again, and a small smile appeared on his face when you nodded at his apology. "I was capable of defending myself, Percy," you told him.

"I know, I just didn't like seeing that guy near you," he said, pouting, earning a laugh from you.

"What? What did I do now?" he asked, completely confused, making you laugh even louder.

"Annabeth told me something this afternoon," you said, playing with the soft hairs at the back of his neck. Percy rolled his eyes, knowing what you meant, making you laugh even more.

"For the nth time! I am not jealous! I just don't like the guy!" he said, making you laugh out louder, which brought a smile to the wounded boy's face.

"Yeah, and Leo also said you murdered several strawberries this morning, which explains why I saw Dionysus yelling at you this morning," you said between laughs. "Oh, my eyes are tearing up, waterboy," you said, calming yourself down and wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes.

"I'm still upset about what you did to Colin, Percy," you said, suddenly becoming serious, making the boy roll his eyes.

"Oh, don't roll your eyes at me, young boy," you warned him, and Percy shivered, remembering how his mother scolded him. "I still think what you did was not nice and very not camp counselor-like," you scolded, raising a finger at Percy, which he tried to bite, but you swatted him for it.

"He deserved it," Percy huffed in annoyance. You raised your brow at him before he grinned widely and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back to his bed, making you fall on top of him with a squeal.

"Percy!" you hit him lightly on the arm, but he just continued to grin at you. "I'm sorry, love, don't be upset anymore," Percy said, placing kisses on your face before you pushed him down to make him stop. "Okay, okay," you said. You lay down and placed your head directly on Percy's chest, and both of you stayed quiet for a little while.

Percy stared up at the ceiling and admired the glow-in-the-dark moon and stars you both had placed on his ceiling. You had your ear directly on his chest and heard the calming beating of his heart against his chest. Percy mindlessly played with your hair out of instinct, and after a few more minutes, he thought you were already asleep when he looked down at your figure on top of him.

"I'm not asleep yet, waterboy," you told him with your eyes closed after feeling him move around to get a better look at you. Percy chuckled, and you could feel the way his body softly shook from it, making you giggle. "Thank you for protecting me earlier, Percy," you said, making him softly smile at you. "You're welcome, pretty girl," he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You should apologize to Colin in the morning, Percy," you said, earning a hum of acknowledgement from him. "Please, Perce?" you turned to him with your pleading eyes, making him sigh in defeat. "I promise, pretty girl," he said, making you smile. You lifted yourself up from his chest, making him look up at you with confusion. You lowered yourself down and connected both your lips together for a short kiss, earning a smile from the boy.

"I love you, waterboy," you said. "I love you too, pretty girl," he said, smiling.

The rest of the night was peaceful in the Poseidon Cabin. The two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, and the strong beating of both your hearts could be heard by those who chose to be silent and listen carefully. Poseidon's son and Aphrodite's daughter are a perfect match that even the gods could not deny.

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bimboothefool · 4 months ago

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for charater x reader: liam from monster prom? pretty please?

Yes you may! Here they are, I really hope you like it Anon!!

#my art #the clown speaks #liam de lioncourt #monster prom #monster prom x reader #monster camp #monster roadtrip #monster x human #when I got this ask I was bouncing off the walls fr #i love monster prom sm I need to draw/write for it more often #i’m uber excited for monster con!!

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sultrydxrling · 1 month ago

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I would like a male satyr x reader please (any gender reader it's fine), and I hope that it's okay if I add some lore (it's my first ask) but I was thinking that it would take place in Camp half blood (if you write for percy Jackson if not a normal summer camp is alright as well) and reader is a child of Hermes and the satyr is a son of Dionysus and they are lovers and they plan to have their first time near the lake under the full moon (can be SFW or NSFW), thank you in advance! 😘

(8k+ NSFW; SON OF DIONYSUS/X/ANY READER- DECENT OF HERMES: INTOX/SEXOUTSIDE/ORGY/WORSHIP/

EDGING/BLOOD/ KNIFE)

Text is color-themed-

Purple is background SFW text

The green background is for the horny stuff, so if you want to skip down you can.

EACH CHARACTER GETS THEIR OWN DIALOGUE COLOR, THE COLORR MIGHT BE REUSED IF A CHARACTOR LEAVES.

(I'm not sure if I do camp half-blood because I dont plan on doing more research than I already have to to make the characters. However, the thing will be heavily based on the same rules and dynamics)

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You and your single father lived in a rural town smack in the middle of Georgia, and your life was very comfortable, considering your father was very good at his job and was paid well for it. He worked at the local newspaper warehouse, printing the news on thin sheets of paper to be read by the few people who still picked them up from the local grocery stores.

But, what he loved most was writing them, which he was able to do on the side. He would submit beautiful stories that would always make the first and second pages, even if it was hidden in a small corner.

He was a very enthusiastic and creative man named Samual, but of course, everyone called him Sam or Sammy, and occasionally, his work buddies would call him Uncle Sam.

For him, it was because he was always fighting for people's rights and what was just.

As American Uncle Sam should've, instead of swallowing young boys and girls and spitting them into the system that churned them out to their muddy, camo demises.

One night, it was raining, and you and your father were sitting quietly, doing your own separate little tasks. You were reading a Greek book about poetry and the many philosophers in the period, while he was working on an article for the following day.

You usually read books in any other language due to your dyslexia. Greek and other languages had always come to you naturally, the letters spinning and weaving themselves into something you could read, even though English was not as simple.

The letters would dance off of the page as you tried to decipher them until the inconvenience reached a point where you decided to have your teachers print things out in Spanish for you.

Your dad walked over closer to you, snapping you out of your imagination's adventures, and moved from the couch to the armchair across from yours, both of you now next to the cold area of the rain-soaked window.

"Hey, kiddo. i need to talk to you about something."

"Yeah sure, whats up?"

You slipped your bookmark into the pages and set it aside to give him your full attention. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he stared at the ground uncomfortably.

Your brows furrowed.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen to Daniel?"

Your first thought jumped to the fear of his best friend getting hurt at work. He looked sad and so lost. You'd only seen this when your father was grieving something.

"No... It's about your birth father."

He looked up to meet your eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh a little and gesture to him, up and down with your hand palm-side up.

"uhm?"

He smiled softly and rolled his eyes. He unbuttoned his flannel button down and opened the two sides, exposing two small scars, now well healed with time under his pecks.

"The one who helped make you. I gave burth to you after I had already had my top surgery, and soon after you were born, I had a full histerectomy, which removed all of the interior female organs, then bottom surgery. I'm still paying those bastards back for the medical bills."

He laughed softly as he buttoned up his shirt.

You sat there, pondering. You wondered if this really changed anything. You'd always questioned who your mom was, but your father was kind and good enough for you not to hold onto it so much. You had asked, but not gotten much of an explanation except-

'when you're older. I promise.'

You were older now.

"what im going to say, might not make any sense, and that's okay. But I received something in the mail today."

He slipped You a pamphlet. The title read

'Ἱερός Λόχος, Hierós Lókhos'

You could read this as 'Sacred Band of Thebes'. Then beneath that, you assumed it was the same thing but in English, which you couldn't read very well.

Your eyes sifted through the pamphlet, greek and English scattered about the pages, describing a camp for those who are born of gods, blessed blood, and warrior training. There were mentions of 'finding purpose' in this place, you looked up at your father and laughed.

"What is this? some prank? C'mon- Dad. I wasn't accepted to hogwarts. Someone is pulling our legs."

"Your father was Hermes."

He blurted, but he was serious, his voice was steady and unenthusiastic. He obviously thought he was telling the truth.

"Okay so a crack head got you pregnant and claimed to be hermes then what- disappeared to float away to the clouds? do you have any idea how rediculous that sounds?"

He rolled his eyes softly.

"What do you know about Hermes, (Y/N). Just tell me, I'll connect thee dots."

You sighed but decided to entertain him.

"Hermes, god of travel, messanger of the gods."

"You never stop writing, and reading, and you've always yearned to walk and travel to unknown places. the road trips we've been on have always left you hungry for more."

You ignored him and kept going.

"Speed, trickory, and charm."

He cut in once more.

"You've spent your whole life, pranking me and your friends, though light-heartedly. You joined track as soon as you could and are one of the fastest runners. You make friends so easily and have been told multiple times by family and friend, aswell as partners that you're exceptionally charming."

Dots were being connected. But you still didn't, no- didn't want to believe it.

"That doesn't prove much..."

"(Y/N). What would be the purpose of lying to you? There's no reason for me to. Your father came back to visit when I was pregnant with you and explained things to me, before leaving you and me in the dust."

Wow, he'd clearly been holding onto that for a while. This also felt like a knife in your gut. It might make sense, but how would this be proven? You didn't understand what kind of powers you would truly have even if this was true.

"Maybe you could go for a little while and come home to visit. See if you enjoy it, I think you would. Test your limits, have an adventure and some fun."

His voice broke slightly and his eyes began to water and you rushed over to hug him.

"If you want me to, I guess it couldn't hurt.."

You decided it might be fun. And worst case, they'd find out you weren't a god's child by whatever weird blood test technology they might have to figure it out.

Your dad helped you pack your things, and within the week, he took you to Long Island, where you would meet all of the other children who claimed to be of 'godly decent'.

The car ride was fifteen miserable hours, you and your dad taking turns as he thought you the road. You would get your permit soon but have been holding off as long as possible due to a bad accident when you were small.

One morning, on your way to school, a small country intersection was busy with early morning activity.

On the left-hand side, there was a line of cars waiting to turn, and your dad couldn't see very well. The first driver in the left-hand lane waved for him to pull out into the lane. Just as the nose of the car entered the intersection, a drunk driver sped by and collided with your dad's car, causing it to do a full 180-degree spin.

For two minutes, you couldn't hear anything because of the airbags, and to this day, you still hear ringing in your left ear.

You and your father took shifts driving until He drove past a sign that said 'The strawberry fields', at which point your Dad made a slight u-turn and parked on the side of the road.

"Alright, little britches. Let's go."

That was a sweet nickname he'd always called you, very Southern, even though all it meant was 'small pants', a child's nickname.

You stood and grabbed your things, pausing your music, and slipped your phone into your pocket. He led you down a small game trail into the woods, and just when you assumed that the two of you were lost, you approached a wooden archway.

'Sacred Band of Thebes'

Was carved into the larger wooden banister in Greek.

Your dad smiled and hugged you tightly.

"Hey kiddo.. be safe okay? and i dont think your phone works in there so, try to write home every day."

You could hear his throat closing up softly as he tried to choke out his goodbyes, inevitably not expecting this kind of goodbye till college. You had graduated a few years ago but hadn't found a college that felt very- you.

"I will dad."

You laughed a little as your nose burned with tears.

"I love you, (Y/N). You're my everything."

You jumped on him and hugged him closely, and he squeezed the air out of you. You loved his bear hugs and would miss them.

"Walk me in?"

He nodded and walked a ways behind you as you crossed the archway. You felt a soft rush of happiness, of safety and comfort, and then you heard a soft, warped thud. You turned to see your dad with his hand on an invisible wall and could almost see his heart clutch in his chest. You walked over to him and gave him another hug, hot tears pouring out of your eyes. You took in his scent, and he smelled like firewood, weed, and home.

"I'll write to you every day i promise. With dates and everything!"

You sobbed softly and he helped you dry your tears. You heard a soft twig snap behind you and turned to see a boy with cocoa-colored skin, about your age leaning around the wooden pole that held up the banner.

You waved at him and he stood just behind the barrier, smiling. He had a small gap in his teeth that made him look very sweet. You tried to wipe your face some more to make yourself more presentable, then pushed forward into the barrier. You looked back at your father, for the last time for a while, and waved.

He waved back and watched you walk into the camp, which you could now see was humming with activity, many kids doing some sort of military training, though they were dressed like Greek warriors from The Gladiator.

The boy you'd seen earlier hopped in front of you joyfully. His bright blonde coils bounced and glinted in the sun, even overcast, he seemed to glow.

You felt a slight tingle in your cheeks as he smiled at you and you looked down to see his legs, he was a satyr.

"WOAH!"

You blurted out as you looked down to investigate him. He took a confused step back, and you remembered your manners.

"Sorry- ive just never seen- a real life satyr- you look so cool..."

He smiled proudly once he heard this and pranced around a little, putting on a show for you. This made you laugh as he made all sorts of ridiculous 'strong man poses' and those of the old glory days of men in ponytails standing with one foot on a rock, looking to their destiny.

"Yo!, Im Hadrian."

He held his hand out for you to shake, and you took it happily. His hand was very soft as he gripped yours. You couldn't keep your eyes off his bright green ones.

"Hey, I'm (Y/N)."

"Neet, Who's your godly parent?"

He tilted his head slightly to the left as he looked over you. It seemed as though he was trying to guess before you spoke.

"My father says Hermes."

He looked a little confused off to the side.

"Fa-?"

"It's complicated. I'll explain later."

You cut him off and laughed a little. He accepted this and nodded.

"So- how do we know where we're staying?"

"If you know your godly parent is Hermes, probably that cabin over there- there's only one other kid there, but he's pretty cool. So you should get along fine. C'mon, I'll take you over there."

You picked up your things and followed him along the gravel path to the cabin. It had a dark wood-paneled exterior with emerald green window shutters.

As you wandered closer, a loud clattering came from the inside. You leaned up to see if you could look in the windows. Things were being thrown around, and kids were jumping at each other, wrestling, and laughing.

This immediately made you feel at home, all of the chaos made sense to you, and you wondered why they were there.

"I thought you said there was only one other kid? "

The boy shrugged,

"These are the kids who are of godly decent but haven't been claimed at the campfire to get placed properly. Most grow out of the Hermes cabin and into their own to get sorted into their godly parent's cabin. Until then, this is where they stay. Some of them just managed to wobble their way into the camp, maybe ran away from home. But they were able to get in so- clearly weren't human.

They're the only family they have."

This punched you in the gut. You'd always grown up around people with siblings and seemed to make them a part of your family as well, so you were excited to see where this adventure would take you.

Hadrian led you to the door and knocked, louder clangs rang out as many young faces pushed their way to the door, looking through the stained glass window on the front door.

An older boy made his way between the smaller kids, gently pushing them out of the way of the door.

Hadrian spoke up.

"Another blood kid, they're cool so I think you'll get along with them. Also-"

He gently punched you on the arm as he walked away.

"Meet me down by the lake in abiut and hour once you've gotten settled in. There should be a counciler around to come give you a tour."

He walked away, leaving you with the boy on the other side of the door, and he opened it, scooping the children behind it back a couple of inches.

"So. You're my father's other kid huh?"

He grabbed your hand to shake it, his grip firm but his face almost expressionless.

"I'm Jayce. And you are?"

"Oh, I'm (Y/N)"

You offered a polite smile that he shrugged off and he began to walk away. You assumed you needed to follow him, so you did.

"You get top bunk, I don't feel like climbing all the time so, there you go. You can use that dresser for your things, it's empty because I don't have alot of stuff, most of my stuff is in it's own little shed outside of the cabin. Don't ever go into my shed please, that's your only real rule."

You tried to keep up with his instructions and information as he rapid-fire spat it at you. You felt like you were intruding, but then again, you supposed you were new, and he more than likely never expected to have a blood or half-blood sibling.

"The bathroom is just outside the room to the right, and you'll meet all the other kids eventually. They like to wrestle though and will try to jump on you, so be ready for that. Thankfully only one of them bites."

"Wait- which one of them bites??"

You took a double take and spaced out of the listening portion of the conversation. He just looked at you and brandishing a smirk, then as if you'd said nothing, left the room and the cabin.

"Good luck!"

He yelled on his way out. How lovely. He seemed like a basket of roses. Rotten, smelly roses.

You spent the next forty-five minutes unpacking your things into the drawer and sat your writing tools and other little things you'd brought with you under some of your clothes. You weren't sure if any of the kids had sticky hands (like to steal), but know you did when you were younger.

Once everything was packed up, you walked out of the room and decided to find your way down to the lake and see if Hadrian was there.

Besides, it wouldn't hurt to wander around the camp and try to learn where everything was. Thankfully, there were plenty of signs pointing in all directions at each small intersection of the path.

You followed the various signs that gestured to the lake, with silly little waterline squiggly next to the words. Most of the paths were dirt and fallen bark from the looming trees overhead.

Unlike the normal paths that went through the camp, there were grave walkways that led to the different cabins, though each of them seemed to be different kinds of rocks or stones.

Hades Cabin trail was a beautiful pathway of dark browns and black rocks, and you couldn't help but snag one of them.

Aphroditey's trail was filled with rose quarts and white rocks that brought out the soft pinks of the crystals, which you also nabbed one of.

You fidgeted with the rocks in your pocket and could see the lake coming into view between the tall trees, taking a small sigh of relief that you hadn't gotten lost.

Which would've been embarrassing considering what felt like hundreds of signs that practically held your hand and led you to the water's edge.

As you reached the dirt path next to the lake, you saw a cabin that overlapped the water next to a dock.

It was devoid of life, but filled with outstanding blues and the trail leading to it was full of river stones that were built into a small bridge, gently dusted over with sand.

Your curiosity piqued and drew you closer and closer to the massive building and then to the door. It was an open entryway, the many carvings in the wood filled with mermaids and fish alike. Clearly, this was Posiden's cabin.

It came in close second to the beauty of Hades's cabin, bonus points for being by the water.

You knocked only to hear the soft echo of your hand on the hollow wood, and no one answered. You stepped in and your heart lightly jumped in your chest as you heard a voice behind you.

"I see you've found Posidens cabin."

A voice interrupted the silence behind you, and you turned to see a beautiful centarian woman, a horse from the hips down, and a woman from the waist up.

Her horse half was jet black with white tufts at her ankles and was at least ten hands high alone without her top half. Her tail was the same jet black, flickering back and forth as she studied you.

She wore a chest wrap of some kind, a darker, possibly leather material that squeezed her chest to support it.

Her skin shone olive in the sun; and her deep, chestnut brown hair fell to her waist. The curls fell perfectly over her shoulders.

"Are you going to introduce yourself?"

You blinked and realized you'd likely been staring harder than was polite.

"(Y/N), are you a counselor?"

"I own this camp. My name is Lyla."

"Woah, So- is- Did posiden not have any kids? That doesn't seem very likely.."

She raised an eyebrow at you, making you almost regret the question and questioning your intelligence. It was the look of a mother who asked 'if I was seriously asking a question like that.'

"Our camp might be protected by magic, but we can't just sense if a magical child has been born. We have investigators and in each state who determan if there are any odities that travel and pay very close attention. Or, If a parent has knowledge or suspicions of a godly child, they are able to contact us via the gods themselves or a little bit of internet digging."

"Wait, The gods know about this place too?"

"Of course, That's the smartest option to ensure the children's safety. or if they are needed for any sort of war. Occasionally the parent will feel pitty enough to inform the parent of the camp. Other times, we find them, and send information to the address that is found.

As for Posiden having any children, Yes it is very unlikely that he hasn't, but we haven't found any yet, though there is some suspicion of one being close by, so keep your eyes peeled for a newcomer."

She slipped you a playful wink before you saw her look up over you as if someone was behind you. There was, Hadrian lightly tapped on your shoulder and bounced happily around in front of you.

"Miiiiss Lyla- can I be the one to show the newbie around?"

She smiled a little and waved him off.

"Alright, Just make sure you bring them by the office later so we can assign them a schedule."

He skipped around a bit and made his way back over to you. He clearly loved his legs and used them to be as springy as possible, making you smile uncontrollably.

Lyla walked away at a normal pace to finish her duties wherever she was needed, and the boy stopped in his tracks when he saw your smile. His freckles crinkled with his nose as he smiled, too.

"You uh- have a very nice smile, (Y/N)."

This made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

"And I like the way your nose wrinkles when you smile."

You spent the rest of the day being shown around the entire camp, taking mental notes on the layout of everything. You’ve always had an excellent memory, particularly when it comes to remembering the layout of places. So, after one or two long walks, you felt confident you could recreate a map on paper. You decided it would be wise to do this in case anything unexpected occurred.

You didn't believe it could, considering how protected this place seemed to be, however, you figured you'd be better off safe than sorry.

The last stop on the tour was the office Lyla had asked Hadiran to bring you to. It was one of the largest buildings on the campgrounds, attached to the Dining hall. You only knew because of the giant sign.

This made you laugh softly. Signs everywhere. The blonde turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"What's funny?"

He smiled again, his teeth showing. The gap in his teeth was the cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Just the signs everywhere, It would be almost impossible to get lost, and I'm not sure it's funny but it it really silly and super cool."

"Oh yeah, I think it's for the kids with any disabilities that might cause them to forget. I've never thought about it enough to ask but if I were to make an assumption, that would be it."

You hadn't thought about it, but you didn't consider that godly children could be disabled. Considering how many gods there were in the Pantheon, and they were half-human, there would be a chance.

"That's super smart and I bet those kids find it helpful."

Both of you made your way through the building, finding the counselor who would handle your schedule. It was organized by last name, corresponding with a set of last name letters to handle.

"Hello! You must be new. Im Mr. Evans. I'm assuming you have a last name that's (Letter- Letter)?"

"Yes, My name is (Y/N)"

He looked over the list on the clipboard in front of him, putting a mark next to your name and pulling a paper out of his desk drawer after sifting through some files. He handed you a slip of paper with a list of times and your schedule.

8:00-9:00 Breakfast – Cabin Inspection

9:00-10:30 Ancient Greek

10:30-11:00 Chores*

11:00-12:00 Battle Training

12:00-12:30 Greek Mythology

12:30-01:30 Lunch

1:30-3:30 Activity*

3:30-5:00 Chores*

5:00-6:00 Free Time

6:00-7:00 Dinner

7:00-9:00 Competition*

9:00-10:00 Campfire

10:00-11:00 Free Time

11:00 Curfew

Hadrian playfully snatched it out of your hand and left the room you thanked Mr. Evans and walked after the blonde.

"Yes! we have Ancient Greek and Battle training together!"

You rolled your eyes and snatched the paper back, reading over it properly now that you had it back into your grasp.

You could piece together what everything was, wondering where more of the solid curriculum classes were. This was nothing like public school, as you'd already figured out via the children of hots and sword fights just inside of the camp.

The blonde gently held your hand and led you out to the office.

"Here, I'll lead you back to your cabin, and you can get ready for dinner by the camp fire."

When he held your hand, a soft shade of red pinged in your cheeks, heat flooding your face. His hands were so soft and smelled like coconut.

You gripped his hand tightly as he led you back to your cabin. Between the tall trees, you could see the sunset bouncing off the lake, the most beautiful melted mosaic of oranges, pinks, and stunning reds.

Once you'd arrived at your cabin, Hadrian smiled at you and gently rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

"Hey, so- tomorrow theres this uh- party that my cabin is hosting and I'd really like it if you came."

He spoke quieter and leaned closer to you.

"There's going to be herbal refreshments along with drinks…"

"Yeah, It sounds like fun. I've never been to a party before so It could be fun.."

His eyes lit up and he let go of your hand, bouncing around excitedly.

"Awesome, I'll come back to pick you up and take you to the campfire in twenty minutes."

He pranced off, jumping from hoof to hoof and you laughed to yourself before walking inside and to the back into your shared room. Jayce was nowhere to be found, so you decided to write your dad while you had a little bit of free time. You talked about your day and all of the things you'd seen and discovered. You even told him about your strange schedule.

Once you had sealed the letter and folded it into itself, you daydreamed about your home, and your dad probably tired and driving on his way home. You imagined what would happen if you could just speak to him through telepathic waves.

Why couldn't that be one of your powers? But you settled for the letter and looked down to find it shriveling to ash in your hands.

You panicked and fumbled with the ashes and pondered.

Just then, you heard a ping from your phone, which was supposed to be unusable. You dug around in your drawer to see a text from your father.

"Hey kid, I know you won't see this, but the weirdest thing just happened to me. I found a letter that it looks like you wrote in my passenger seat, it almost set my seat on fire, there's a burn mark now. I thought maybe you'd left it in here, but it's about your day. Seems like a cool power, huh? Can't wait to talk to you normally ish again."

You laughed and danced around in excitement, your phone showed no bars but you were still able to receive a text.

You send him one message at first.

"Test?"

And heard another ping.

"Yo kiddo! I thought phones didn't work?"

"I thought they didn't either. Looks like mine does, though. I'll probably just use it for pictures and maybe a text here and there though, don't want to dampen my experience."

"So, how about that burning letter huh?"

"I'm not sure what that's about. Maybe since Hermes is the messenger god? Would make sense. I gotta go though, dinner is happening soon and there's a campfire. I'll see if I can get a picture with my new friend"

"Alright, kiddo, have fun. Put my messages on mute, I might tell you about my day and you can check it at night."

"Alright talk to you later."

You slipped your phone into your back, jean Pocket, and walked to the cabin's front door.

You tripped over a small child who was lying on the ground and screamed on your way down to the wood floor.

Then you felt a surging pain strike your arm.

"Shit!"

You cried out, only to look down and see a small brunette child with their teeth sunk into your arm.

He let go after a second and laughed. Running off to one of the other rooms, all of them full of bunkbeds like your own.

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your arm, wondering if it would get infected.

You stepped outside, and Hadrian popped out from behind a wall, scaring you. You screamed and punched him in the arm on reflex.

"Ow! Jeez… I was trying to be funny. Anyway, I came to lead you to the campfire. Well- after we grab food from the dining hall."

You thought for a moment before speaking.

"So what's the point of the campfire? Does it get super cold out here or something?"

He laughed and shook his head.

"No, We give offerings to the gods. It's not enough that they're all powerful, they want to feel appreciated."

"for what- The gift of childhood abandonment issues?"

You raised your eyebrow and laughed a little. The ego of the gods wasn't shocking, but it was funny. Hadrian laughed at your statement and acknowledged it with a slight, momentary head tilt.

"Yeah- sounds about right."

Once the two of you arrived at the dining hall and picked out everything you'd wanted, the satyr led you to a huge bonfire. It must've been the size of a master bedroom.

It had to be and seemed to grow even bigger as you stepped closer, towering over you and the rows of split logs that the kids lined. This reminded you of home, bonfires with your dad, smoking stolen joints by yourself in front of the flames as the smoke filled your nostrils.

God damn it, you missed weed.

You sat your phone down in your spot, picked a seat directly in front of the fire, then walked up and looked at Hadrian for guidance on how much of your food went into the fire. He scraped a relatively small portion and gently flicked it into the fire, seemingly scared a flame would snatch him up if he dared to step any closer.

This made you giggle and you scraped your food into the fire and sat back down where your phone was, slipping it back into one of your pockets.

"Why do you have your phone? I thought they didn't work."

"Mine does, and besides, even if they 'didn't work' I'd still like to take pictures. For example-"

You held up your phone and leaned on his shoulder long enough to snap a quick picture. His face turned reddish purple, and he froze up lightly, his expression now caught on camera forever.

You looked over the picture and smiled.

"you're cute when you blush"

You mocked him softly under your breath, and as he heard it, his ears turned down slightly in embarrassment.

"Shut up-"

You chuckled and the both of you enjoyed your dinner. You kept sneaking peaks at Hadrien to see his cheeks still dark as he likely replayed those moments over again in his head.

Once dinner was done, he walked you back to your cabin. As you two were walking, his hand softly bumped into you, then carefully slipped into yours.

First, your pinkies gently touched, sending a shiver up through your arm as he carefully linked his pinky with yours. Throughout the walk, your hands slipped together and gripped tightly.

He stood with you by your door and ran his thumb over your hand. The memory struck you and you snapped out of your romantic daze.

"So- when is the party tomorrow?"

"Oh- It's really early in the morning so- it's almost tonight. you're going to want to rest beforehand definately."

He laughed nervously.

"So- what time?"

"Oh- 2 Am."

This struck you as odd, but you figured it wouldn't hurt too bad. You'd just take a nap and set an alarm on your phone. You gently snuck a kiss on the cheek from the other and disappeared behind the cabin door.

"See you then-"

you ran to your room, now checking to make sure you didn't step on the teeth trap that was on the ground previously climbed up the bunk letter, and threw yourself into your bed, giggling softly.

At first, you thought it was just the initial butterflies of a crush until you felt your hands slipping between your legs to free yourself from your pants, and then to your underwear.

Your mind slipped into a soft fuzzy imaginative world, Hadrian slipping his hand down the front of your underwear and gently rubbing from your genitals to your hole, back and forth to grant you more stimulation.

You rubbed yourself in your beloved satyr's place, gasping quietly as you felt yourself leaking cum already. You'd never touched yourself thinking of anyone before him, but now all you could think about was his soft, coconut-scented hands groping and playing with you.

You thought of his lips and tongue venturing over your sensitive neck, then down to your shoulder and back up to just behind your ear. One of his hands slipped around your neck, squeezing softly. This pushed you further and further into your fantasy.

Hadrian rubbed you faster, teasing your throbbing, desperate hole which was now wet from your cum. His warm breath was against your neck as his blonde curls rested against your cheek.

You imagined him keeping hold of your throat and pulling you back to look at him, into his beautiful bright green eyes staring into yours with desperation, seemingly needing your pleasure to get off himself.

You could almost feel his boner against your back as he touched you, you could sense your orgasm pooling in your stomach, traveling through your groin and spinning in all of the right places.

Hadrian's lips crashed into yours a couple of times until you were breathing against each other's mouths needily. He moved between your legs and lubricated his fingers with your wetness before saving two of them into your hole.

You were now using both of your hands to please yourself, lying on your back and panting like a dog in heat. You fingered yourself with one hand, the other rubbing yourself vigorously, until finally,y the sweet release overtook you, you came harshly, and your cum coated your stomach and thighs as you rode out your orgasm.

After the fireworks, your vision was blurry for a second. You took a moment to catch your breath before cleaning yourself and everything else up.

(Keep going there's more porn <3)

You used your tee shirt from the day to wipe away the mess, then checked the time on your phone. It was already one AM? How long have you been distracted? Nonetheless, you needed to get ready.

You changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a different teeshirt that lightly hugged your body. You quickly applied deodorant and cologne with a spritz of a citrus perfume that complimented the other smells.

You decided to go ahead and head out, grabbing your phone and once again tucking it into one of your pockets and leaving the room. Everyone else was asleep, and Jayce was still nowhere to be seen. You found this weird but figured he was possibly exploring himself as you were but with more privacy- lucky shed-having bastard.

You tried to remember which godly parent was Hadrian's, then associated the partying with Dyonisis, and began walking in the direction of his cabin, figuring you could meet him there or on the way to yours.

Once you arrived at the cabin, which was relatively large and tent-shaped, you wondered how you would alert the people you were there. You didn't see anywhere to knock and were nervous about just barging in. Thankfully, Hadiran ducked out of the tent carefully with two drinks in hand.

His eyes lit up and he pushed one of the cups into your hand.

"Hey! you're early, I was just on my way to come get you. Come on in."

You took a sip and immediately caught the taste of vodka and- maybe Sprite or some sort of off-brand, clear, citrus soda. This however was very tasty and you made sure to drink slow, but still drank it fast enough to show interest in the alcohol.

Hadrian gently held the tent flap open to let you slip under, and once he entered and it closed behind you, you realized how well-insulated the tent was. This shocked you, only because you'd assumed the tent would be almost blowing over in the wind or chilly or cool from the night air, but it was a relatively cool temperature. As you looked around, there were wooden beams, floors, and supports all around the large structure holding it upright.

There were large, circular couches and conversation pits, all of them covered with fluffy pillows and blankets. The fabric for the couches was a multicolored fabric that would look tacky anywhere else but here. There was a fireplace in front of one of the conversation pits, and many different kinds of furniture spread all over.

You couldn't help but notice the odd shapes of some of the leather furniture, imagining people just like to lay on it and sit in strange ways.

There weren't that many people, but in the opposite area of the fireplace-having a conversation pit was a large semi-circle couch with a beautiful sun-themed rug beneath it.

The people who graced the fabric all seemed to be glowing, all of their skin, no matter what color, having a soft hue of pink littered around their bodies.

"Where do you want to sit?"

The satyr beamed and walked around you, surveying the tent. You gestured to the glowing individuals.

"They look like nice people."

"Well, nice is one way tto put it. they're the children of aphrodite, so- I think we'd better go with 'Crazily flirrty and horny beyond all reason.' "

You laughed and said out loud, which you hadn't meant to sound so eager.

"Sounds like fun- Let's go-"

you dragged Hadrian over to the group and pointed at a spot next to them.

"Hi! Do you mind if we sit with you guys?"

Hadrian stood shyly behind you and the group looked at each other, exchanging smiles as they took in both of your features. A man who, in the light, you could now see was glittery as well as beautiful said,

"Of course, please.. come sit in the middle. We'd all love to get to know you"

You excitedly took your seat and pulled your satyr friend to sit with you.

Within the hour, more and more people showed up to the party and many brought drugs, weed, alcohol, and other fun refreshments. By this time you were halfway through your cup and it seemed to keep refilling.

Soon enough, a bong was being passed along the couch you were sitting on with your new friends, and after a few hits, you began to lean a little against the taller, olive-skinned man who'd invited you to the group.

He smiled down at you with his pink-dusted cheeks and slipped his arm around you.

"Did you notice it's getting alittle warm in here?"

He cooed at you softly.

"Oh- kind-of. I thought it was just because I was high."

Without you noticing, Hadrian had ended up in the lap of a fair-skinned woman, her thick, coily black hair slipping down her shoulders and hips. She was gently massaging his groin until his erection lightly poked out of his slit.

"What's your name- mysterious stranger?"

You giggled softly and he pulled you into his lap to straddle his lap. His bulge rested lightly against your privates in a delightful, comfortable way.

"My name is Eliza, and i have a fun little fact for you, pet. When the children of Aphrodite sweat, our skin releases pharamones basen on our emotions. Right now- Im feeling- very turned on by you…"

The boldness of his words brought a hue of red to your cheeks, and you began lightly grinding against him without much control over your own body. Your hands slipped up over his chest and to his curly, chestnut brown hair.

He groaned and wrapped his arms around you, moving his hips with yours.

Hadrian grew more erect as he watched your interactions with the other, the girl who pleased him whispering teases into his ear, lightly mocking him for enjoying watching you get off from another person.

The other people surrounding you took to each other, kissing and groping desperately for one another.

At some point, your and everyone else clothes had been discarded onto the floor by the couch. Eliza held your hips and adjusted his leaking shaft against your hole, pressing lightly against it. His length slipped in easily as you'd been working your fingers in it earlier that night.

The dark-haired woman had bent over facing you and your current fuck buddy, her ass in the air as Hadrian pushed himself into her. He imagined it was you, pretending her warmth was yours enveloping him as he slipped in.

You looked over at him, watching as he stared at you hungrily.

As the two of you watched each other, you found yourself right on the edge of orgasm, Eliza slamming lightly into what felt like your guts as he moved.

Your moans were uncontrollable and loud enough that a few people moved to your space just to watch the show.

Your hole clenched tightly around the dark-haired man's shaft, and he leaned foward and groaned to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and ground into you desperately.

You screamed out as you came, the spark seemed stronger than when you were touching yourself alone. Eliza whimpered softly as he worked himself over the edge, pulling out as he came on your chest and thighs.

He panted, and you gently rolled off of him, laying your head on his thigh with your legs along the sofa.

You looked down the couch to Hadrian who examined your body and pulled out of the dark-haired woman. He made his way over to you and between your legs and your lips crashed together.

Immediately, hands were groping and touching every inch of the other's body, as if you were digging for his soul through his skin.

He slipped into you and his breath shuddered as he mumbled about how warm you were, his pointed tip pressed gently against your cervix as you wrapped around him, holding him and his knot against your hole.

Both of you began to move your hips, you moving yours faster to encourage Hadiran to speed up.

You slipped your fingers into his blonde curls and gripped them softly.

"Please be rough with me…do bad things to me.."

He was huffing softly as he moved, his thrusting becoming closer to that of a rabid dog. Hadrian slipped his hand up your chest to your throat, gripping softly as he sounded into you.

His tip kept beating up your cervix, there was a threat to fill it, and you wanted him to.

All you could think about was him knotting and filling you. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and sank your nails into his back, and he groaned into your ear as you pulled, almost tearing skin.

He began to whimper as he throbbed against your walls, clearly coming close to orgasm.

"Come in me- Hadrian-knot me.. breed me.."

You grunted softly into his ear and you clenched around his cock.

He gripped your throat even tighter and cut off your air completely calling out your name softly as he thrusted and finally plunged himself as far into you as possible.

He locked his knot in you as he spewed thick, hot cum in what felt like your stomach.

"Yes!!" Fuck!!"

You came harshly over yourself and him both, the other people surrounding you giggled softly.

"You two are adorable together.. I think they'll make it out of the party.. Hey.. do you think we should show them -'THE' room? Goat boy here looks like he would love it."

The others nodded in unison and gestured for us to get up. You barely remembered that a few of the people who were watching you have fun were now helping you bathe.

The area was very well decorated, and many flowers and gold-trimmed porcelain vases were displayed around the elegant, what looked to be a bathhouse.

There was beautiful, intricate marbled flooring.

"We've got to get you two clean just to get you all dirty again-"

A dark-skinned woman with bright purple eyes loomed over you, her thick hair pulled back into a half-up do.

It only felt like moments later, when you were semi-dry and walking down a set of stone spiral stairs. The image of an old-fashioned dungeon popped into your head. You were immediately excited and couldn't stop smiling.

the stairs ended at an old creaking wooden door, and it swung open to reveal what you'd dreamed of.

"This is so- amazing-"

You slurred softly, apparently still a little intoxicated.

"Thank you, we take great pride in keeping it. We all have too much fun with the people here not to."

Eliza picked Hadrian up and pinned him to a leather chair. He elevated it by stepping on a lever, then forcibly strapped The blond's hands to the armrests.

"We're all going to have so much fun-"

The woman who tended to your bath earlier loomed behind you, and you now noticed that she towered over you by at least a foot. She picked you up and strapped you to a table that held your legs open.

You buzzed excitement as she did, happily behaving and letting her do as she pleased to you. She gagged you with a cloth and tied it behind your head.

"We should blood bond the two of you.. That would be so cute. And the sex would one houndred percent be better.."

"That's Narcissa. She's actually from the Hades Cabin."

"Yes- im like pretty boy but I'm much cooler."

She giggled pulled a knife out of her pocket and removed the towel you had covering you. You gasped once as the cold hit your skin and Hadrian turned to look at you, worried about what was happening.

Narcissa held the blade up and chanted something softly, then she began to push her blade into your tender arm flesh, small beads of blood sliding down your skin. She drew a couple of symbols, one of which looked like an H for Harian's name.

She walked over to him and did the same thing to his arm. I hissed at the pain and she gently stroked over my arm, the wound healing over to leave a scar.

She held her hand over the steel blade and fused until the blood flowed away from the blade and circled in the air over the palm of her hand. She chanted something once again and split the small blood wad into two circles, holding both of them over your mouth and Hadrian's.

"Open your mouths,"

she said bluntly. You felt nervous, not wanting to drink it but interested to see where this was going and she gently removed the gag so you could open your mouth. The tiny amount of blood slipped down your throat easily though you could taste a bit of the copper along the lining of your throat.

Hadrian struggled until he saw you participate, and begrudgingly followed suit. He consumed the small sphere of blood and made a face, probably feeling the same thing as you.

"Unbind him."

the woman stated, and Eliza obliged happily, removing the blond's restraints.

"Hadrian, you will be worshiping (Y/N)"

You'd wondered how she came across your name but assumed you must have told her one of the times you'd blacked out.

Eliza lit something and held it up to you. It was a blunt, and you hit it eagerly. You were searching for the falling, fleeting depth of your high. After a few good-sized hits, he stepped to the side and hit it himself. Narcissa carefully led Hadrian between your thighs.

"Kiss, Lick, Suck- worship them. It shouldn't be hard, you look like you want to already."

The blonde immediately took to pressing his lips against your inner thigh, desperately kissing and licking over every inch of your skin that he could access. He squeezed and groped every curve gently kneading you like dough. He murmured compliments as you gasped at the stimulation.

"you're so beautiful.."

"I cant resist you.."

He pinched your nipples softly and licked over them as he rubbed you a little faster. The praise was heavenly, you were already leaking precum.

"I need you more than anything.."

He kissed his way back down between your legs and greeted your bits with his tongue, and he took his time to explore every part of you.

His tongue moved from your hole back up and over your groin and thighs. He kissed along your legs to the tops of your feet then back up the other leg, trialing his kisses over your stomach.

"You're so sweet-"

"you're so warm, (Y/N)"

you squirmed with every kiss, every lick, and every touch at your sensitive part drove you insane. You ached to touch yourself, you wanted to cum in his mouth.

Narciss had moved the gag back into your mouth when you weren't paying much attention.

You did your best to praise Hadrian in return for how well he was doing, and how good he felt. He began to tease you, licking you from the hole to your sensitive (tip/clit).

This made you almost scream past the fabric every time, your thighs quivering and trying to close. Sadly this was very unsuccessful due to the restraints.

Hadrian noticed and reviled in this, now playing with your patience on purpose, his devious little smile peeking over your mound every once in a while as he teased you.

You shot him glares and whined every time he'd push you right to the edge and stop before you were about to burst. Thick cum slipped out of you, begging to finally be released, pleading for any kind of attention that would push it closer and closer to orgasm. You cried out through the fabric in your mouth.

"Please please! Please let me cum!"

He laughed a little and slipped two fingers into your lubricated hole, curling them up slightly as he fingered you. With his tongue he overstimulated you, also using his free hand to rub over and pinch your nipples.

The aggressive attention sent your body into an orgasmic overdrive. After a few seconds, you were violently thrusting your hips against Hadriand's fingers and face.

"I'm cumming! Fuck!!"

"That's it.. come for me- c'mon- if you cum I will… I dont even need to touch myself, you already have me busting at the seams…"

He whined softly, seemingly desperate for somewhere to insert himself.

"Fuck me!"

You shouted against through the gag and he quickly, and desperately obliged, pulling his fingers out and shoving himself in. With one hand he still kept stimulating you, now his tip once again pounding into your cervix. You screamed out loudly as you felt your hole contract and grip him harshly.

You spewed cum all over him once more, making a mess of you, him, and the leather seat beneath the two of you. He cried out as he held your thighs, humping into you happily. His eyes were dazed as he held his hips to yours and filled you with his cum again.

Once his knot was locked, he fell foward onto you and rested there sleepily, and you blacked out during the orgasm, having come significantly harder than you ever have and found yourself finding asleep with Hadrian on your chest.

Hadrien and Eliza were helping you into your door when you woke next. They helped you through the threshold and you looked down to see yourself in new clothes that were too big to be Hadrian's. Elza must've lent you his clothes.

Once you could stand up by yourself, you smiled and bid them good night before making your way back into your room. Across the room, sitting at a desk against the far wall, was Jayce.

Pt 2 can be a fun little thing where (Y/N) Has a little drunken fun with Jayce and we find out he's only (kinda) related to Hermes but still technically counts.

#monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monsterfucker #monster romance #monster fucker #petpl4y #monster kink #monster lover #tw monsterfucking #monster boy #monster love #monster bf #greek mythology #greek gods #camp halfblood #🫁🫀roomfor2

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ghostygloom · 2 years ago

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fuck it ima start writing again, Monster prom boys x Ace reader (not ace myself but had an idea)

Damien

He was so confused when you told him you were ace, But not because of the concept of asexuality He was like

“So your Attraction to me is Not at all influenced By sexual attraction??”

“Nope, Not at all i Just like you”

“You Have Very bad taste Babe, But it just makes me Lucky”

He definitely has attraction to you physically but he doesn’t push it because of your boundaries

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Liam

Isn’t Phased, Like at all. He actually kinda figured. He’s Demihimself so he has no room to judge you for being ace. He’s actually Very understanding, and if you don’t feel comfortable with kisses/Physical touch in general that’s okay because that’s not his love language anyway, his is quality time, you two enjoy your relationship on your own terms not how the mainstream tells you to.

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Scott

Very Chill about it, this adorable boy doesn’t know much about sex/sexual attraction Anyway so he’s kinda glad he doesn’t have to worry about messing things up by being inexperienced in the area.

“OHHHHHH, that’s what that means? okay! im glad you told me, and don’t worry i don’t mind”

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Calculestor

he is unknown in the sexual attraction area ANYWAY he probably doesn’t even Feel sexual attraction himself. He’s happy to just have your romantic interest and help him with dealing with his new found emotions

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Milo

Definitely Was a bit startled by it at first, almost kinda not accepting. But don’t worry they come around after doing some research on their own

“uhmm-, okay..? i don’t get it. How can you not be attracted to me? I’m gorgeous, right?”

timeskip

“Hey…I did some research after our conversation..i’m sorry for the way i acted when you told me…i honestly just didn’t understand”

#liam de lioncourt #liam de lioncourt x reader #damien lavey #damien lavey x reader #calculester hewlett packard #calculestor hewlett packard x reader #Monster prom #scott howl #scott howl x reader #monster prom x reader #monster camp #monster roadtrip #liam has been on my mind for the past week and a half please help me

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writing-fanics · 2 years ago

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just started playing monster camp, and idk why I’m but..

Damien LaVey x Human!Reader, he ends up getting her pregnant and they’re like what?! Since at first she was wondering how on earth his big di…. Would fit inside of her heck she even broke a rib after it.

but now she’s carrying a half demon baby. Both of them are worried how her body would handle the child if she could even handle it?

would the baby survive? Would she survive?

Damian would be worried about her and would definitely help during the pregnancy. Since the food for monsters is poisonous to humans he’d have to get food from the humans

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the baby would arrive with two red horns and would have his hair and eyes

#Damian LaVey x reader #monster prom #monster camp #Damian LaVey

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aberix · 1 year ago

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⛌ F A N D O M S

⛌ G A M E S

Genshin Impact

Tears of Themis

Monster Prom

Monster Camp

Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage!

Twisted Wonderland

Persona 5 Royal

Persona 4 Golden

Persona 3 Reload

⛌ A N I M E

Death Note

Devilman Crybaby

One Piece

⛌ S H O W S

Criminal Minds

House MD

Sometimes I MIGHT write about a character from a FANDOM that is NOT on this list, if I do I will then add the FANDOM that its from. You MAY ask if I can write for a FANDOM that is NOT on this LIST. I'll say YES or NO if I can write for said FANDOM.

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undobutton · 5 months ago

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Monster Prom Masterlist

most recent post:

Damien LaVey

Sharing a bed with him for the fist time

Aaravi Mishra

fluffy fic!

I only have posts with characters I have already written for, so please put in requests for anyone you wanna see!

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#aaravi monster camp #monster prom 2 #damien lavey monster prom #monster prom x reader #monster camp x reader #monster prom 2 x reader

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celesterayel · 1 year ago

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something out of my dreams | luke castellan

pairing : luke castellan x dionysus!reader

request: could you possibly write a luke x daughter of dionysus please? maybe she’s like super nice and when percy gets to camp she becomes like an older sister and luke is super whipped for her? @elz-zalarrr

IN WHICH — all he knows is that you were something out of his dreams.

"trust him like a brother, yeah, you know i did one thing right. starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night" - t.s.

w.c. 1.8k

warning(s) : cheesiness ゜✭・.

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note okay i've begun to realize that low-key i feel like i write in cursive if that makes sense? if a feeling could describe it i'd say its like using poetry to write? that's likely not any better lol :)

there was but one person that everyone could agree they adored at camp half blood.

it didn't matter what grudge who had with whom or what ancient rivalries transcended the ideals of reality, everyone loved you. not the typical type of brittle love that crumbled at the slightest of touches, but pure adoration that endured the sands of time.

you with the gentle soul, who healed others with each laugh and smile. when new half-godlings were brought to camp, you made sure to comfort them and make them understand that they belonged here and would find a home whether they wanted to or not. you made sure that no birthday was forgotten, no deed undone.

children of minor gods or elders, of Ares or Aphrodite, you became an older sister to all who needed you. you, the daughter of fertility and chaos, the god dionysius.

there was no debate that at camp half blood there was only a before you and an after you. you were like that high right before the free fall–invincibility and smoke and curiosity wrapped into the form of a demi-god. you were the gentle breeze during summer nights when the heat became too much. and none ached more to feel it than luke castellan, who had been burning for as long as he knew.

your relationship in itself was tentative, you danced around your feelings–scared one wrong touch or word would break the shaky, fine line that lay between you two. but you could not hide the way you loved the other to yourselves nor the children of the beings of divine blood.

luke castellan loved you like the stars would fall out of the sky with one harsh touch, free and incandescently self-destructive. like you were a wild, wonderful thing out of a fantasy.

you loved him like there was no hell or heaven but the cosmos that lay in his eyes and the worlds that lay in his soul. something so sacred and rare. a love so true and mortal it put all the greek tragedies to shame.

you knew that whatever you and him were made of, in every lifetime or the next you two were made for each other.

loving luke castellan would be both your redemption and destruction in the making, your elysium for whatever good thing you had done in your previous life.

✩ ‧₊˚

you first met percy jackson when he came to camp, he was a scared little thing who had just lost his mother when the veil between reality and deception flickered. everything he’d known came crumbling as quickly as the truth was uncovered: gods and monsters were real and played games of hell and heaven on earth. some thing about him called out to the vulnerability you once knew when you first came to camp so you made it your mission to be the sister he never had.

you met him at the front of the steps of the main office, “my name is y/n, percy jackson. welcome to camp halfblood.”

“do you just somehow know everyones name,” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“yes.” no, but you supposed it’d be fun to let him think that.

“of course you do.”

“come along, i’ll show the ins and outs here. if you're nice enough, i might let you in on the cook's secret stash of blue ice cream,” you laughed out.

he contemplated his choices before grabbing your outstretched hand and shaking it, “deal.”

you showed him who to avoid and the best people to befriend. the history between your kind and why the gods were as they were. the truth behind his bloodline and the legacy that he was now responsible for. the tribulations and the pain that was cursed to follow the children of the gods.

“and this is chris. the best person to ask if you need to know what plants are poisonous,” you say, introducing him to a guy with black hair and soft eyes.

percy looks at chris before looking around to see where the hermes boy is, “we’ve met. he was with luke when he was showing me around”

you’re cheeks heated at the mention of his name; looking around to see if you can spot the familiar tan skin and soft eyes that belong to your luke.

“oh! luke! yeah, he’s around here somewhere. he’s sly like that, wandering and then popping up the next second.”

a voice pipes up behind you suddenly, “y/n, already telling percy everything about me?”

you whirl around and there he stands in all his glory with the curls you love and the sun in his eyes. your golden boy.

“just telling him the truth, castellan. you’re hard to get a hold of sometimes.”

a hue of pink covers his cheeks, “i’m never far from you.”

both of you oblivious to percy and chris who seem to be conversing about you both and the tip-toe dance you play.

percy just wonders what’s happening here: firstly, luke is looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars and that’s saying something because he has shit observation skills–his analysis essays can attest to that. secondly, he swears he can see hearts in his eyes from where he’s standing and is that…is that a blush?

he turns to chris, who is just staring at the two like it's not out of the normal for what’s happening, “what’s happening here? is he blushing?”

chris just nods, “yeah. luke’s kinda–very obviously to everyone–in love with y/n. if i didn’t know better i’d say she’s gotten him insane in love. very likely as her dad’s the god of insanity.”

he turns back to the two who are laughing and standing closer than before, “like super, super in love. if there was a word for love, luke’s found it”

“huh.”

chris says it like it’s common knowledge like how the best food is blue jelly beans, “i mean i ship it, y/n’s the sweetest person around here–the type of person people write songs about. she’s like a sister to us older ones and a mother to the younger ones. the whole camp is waiting for him to just man up and ask y/n. they make each other happy, you know?”

“yeah, i think i do.”

percy thinks it’s something the poets would write about.

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fridays are capture the flag days.

you’re not the type of person to engage in these types of games all that often but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. someone’s got to show the percy boy how it’s played.

“okay, percy. remember, keep your senses open and make sure that no one gets close enough to engage. once they engage, it’s hard to fight them off.”

all around you two, people have begun to don their armor and raise arms. the sun has just reached its height and you’re huddled together discussing your gameplan. even though your cabin house is pretty small, you’ve joined athena and hermes for this game.

percy’s voice rises a little high as he tries swinging his sword around only to drop it, “yeah, okay. i’ll just try not to die, i guess. that’s not like hard or anything.”

“just follow my lead and if i’m not here find luke.”

you're not exactly excited about percy’s odds. the kid is lanky as is and his sassiness doesn’t help him out much when others target him for it.

that’s exactly why you’re gone to his rescue when he nearly gets hit in the face by a spear after he insulted one of the boys from house ares.

your heel nearly buckles under a sharp hit after you block the attack that’s directed to percy. you manage to reset your heel and push the sword off before you drop down into a crouch and sweep the legs of the warrior in front of you.

unfortunately you're slightly too focused on what’s in front of you and protecting percy you don’t realize that someones charging toward you from the side.

fortunately, a block from a familiar sword stops any attack that might meet you head on. no sooner do you hear the block that luke’s got the other guy on the floor and surrendering.

you grin at him, “i had that handled.”

giving you that grin that makes you feel like your future's right in front of you, he replies: “i’m sure you did. but why let you deal with him when i can save you the trouble.”

“why don’t you go and help annabeth win the games, romeo.”

he gives you a wink, throwing a quick ‘yes ma’am’ before he’s already running off again.

no sooner than later, a quick gong resounds throughout the camp, concluding the games. you’re standing slightly battered while percy walks behind you pointing out all the flowers he’s found. you definitely need to teach him how to defend himself.

the players are just trickling in for the woods they’ve been fighting in to reband together and in the distance you see a figure running toward you.

holding onto the flag, he continues to look at you like you’re everything he’s ever needed to breathe. he’s taken his helmet off and you can finally see him fully: brown eyes and all dimples.

“see you’ve found the flag.”

he takes a couple of steps closer to you until only two steps separate him and you, “yeah, someone told me to go win the game so I did just that for her”.

“really now?”

he whispers, “yeah.”

his eyes twinkle and you’ve never wanted anything more than to continue to stare at them.

you hope he’ll make the next move but luke castellan, the boy you’ve fallen for in every lifetime, is always content to admire you.

so, you take those two next steps, grab him by his neck, and press your lips to his.

he stands shocked for a minute, wondering if what’s happening is really happening. but no sooner, he’s dropped the flag on the grass and holds you like your the greatest treasure he’s ever had.

there’s a certain type of tragedy that your golden boy tastes like, fire and freedom all in this moment. it’s the price of redemption and damnation that you’re willing to pay.

to him, it’s the stars aligning like you’d will them to–the power you held and every thing he’s ever needed. your his past, future, and present: the threads in his life giving him the one thing he’s ever wanted. something he’s only ever dreamed of.

he pulls back slightly before murmuring, “in every lifetime or the next, i am yours. i don’t know what i did to deserve you. you’re something only out of my dreams, y/n.”

"you sap"

you just kiss him again, ignoring all the campers and those still trickling in.

✩ ‧₊˚

“definitely a child of dionysius. she’s reduced him to insanity,” pipes up percy as he tears off the petals of the flower he holds in his hand.

chris just grabs a flower and continues to rip the petals off like the boy beside him.

“damn straight!” shouts luke toward the two.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo series #luke x reader #percy jackson show #percy jackson x reader #luke pjo #pjo x reader #pjo x you #pjo #ignore the cringe

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orchideon · 2 years ago

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Aaravi handholding hcs:

A/n: Aaravi Mishra my beloved

Anyways, here’s the handholding hcs for Aaravi!

Media: Monster prom/camp/trip

Character: Aaravi Mishra

Type: Romantic

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Holding hands with Aaravi Mishra:

-You’re probably in a dungeon with her when she brings this up.

-…oooor, she just dragged you into the camp’s forest. Or somewhere else.

-Hey, you aren’t complaining!

-“Hold onto me, you’ll get lost- don’t look at me like that!”

-at first her hold on your hand is kinda uh. Tight. And awkwardly positioned, it’s that kind of palm to palm, all fingers pressed together handhold.

-Like she is squeezing your poor hand so tight, you can feel some sweat forming.

-Eventually, during your dangerous (or “dangerous”) trek, you manage to wiggle your hand free, Aaravi turning back to you with a raised brow.

-“Aaravi, you’re squeezing my hand to death.”

-“It’s a secure grip-!”

-“Oh- yeah, it’s secure, but really uncomfortable- here, lemme show you what I do-“

-You slid your hand to hers, (not before wiping your palm on your shirt to dry it), and for a moment, it looked like you were just comparing hand sizes with her.

-“…uh, (y/n), if you wanted to compare hands you?? Could have said?” The adventurer narrowed her eyes in confusion, but hey, she still went along with it!

-You shifted your hand slightly, then folded your fingers through the dips between her fingers.

-“…huh.” Aaravi managed to get out. “……..huh.” She repeated, the red flooding into her face. This was- this was really nice.

-“So, what do you think?”

-her fingers folded as well, and, embarrassed and flustered scowl on her face, she let out a grumble.

-“…It’sniceiguess.”

-Her grip is still very secure and tight, but it feels more… natural now if that makes sense.

-The red on her face goes down in time, and you continue exploring as normal

-Her grip is very strong, and she seems to hold your hand in a sort of way that allows her to pull you back if need be.

-Back… behind her.

-She flushes at the thought of being able to protect you like that.

-…

-(Click)!

-Hex grins at the picture they took, floating up high as they looked at it. “Hehe, this one’s a keeper!”

#aaravi mishra #Aaravi monster camp #Monster prom #monster camp #monster roadtrip #monster prom X reader #Aaravi mishra X reader #Aaravi X reader #Monster camp x reader #My writing #monster roadtrip x reader #aaravi monsterprom #Aaravi monster roadtrip #The slayer monster prom

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summervibes68 · 2 years ago

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Not me forgetting to open my inbox

#twisted wonderland x reader #mystic messenger #monster prom #monster camp #monster roadtrip #genshing impact x reader #twisted wonderland #genshin impact

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authorscurse · 9 months ago

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A Little Too Drunk To Remember

[P.J Masterlist] | [Main Masterlist]

Warning: usage of y/n and y/l/n (like 5 times I think), mention of alcohol and being drunk, Annabeth close to murdering Percy, kissing, aged up pjo characters

Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson

W.C: 2k Note: I'm planning on making my Percy Jackson tag list! Comment if you want to be part of it! Also if you want to be part of my overall taglist! Synopsis: After celebrating a bit too much after their win, Percy gets a little too drunk to remember who his girlfriend is.

Camp Half-Blood had just completed another successful game of Capture the Flag on Friday. The blue team emerged as the victors, thanks to the exceptional leadership of the Athena Cabin. To commemorate their win, a celebration was organized in their honor. Once Chiron and Mr. D had retired for the night, the real party began. The Hermes cabin unveiled their covert stash of pilfered alcoholic beverages. Both blue and red team members danced and reveled throughout the night. Percy, being part of the blue team, was not exempt from the festivities.

By midnight, Grover, Annabeth, and a thoroughly intoxicated Percy stumbled onto the front porch of Poseidon's cabin. "Percy, get up! You can't sleep outside here!" whispered Annabeth, attempting to help him rise from his slumber on the chilly cement floor. "Hold him while I open the door," Grover instructed Annabeth, who stared at him with wide eyes. "I swear, I'm getting annoyed," she grumbled, struggling to keep Percy upright. "Come on, Percy. We're almost there," Grover said, taking one of Percy's arms and placing it over his shoulder, guiding him inside the cabin. The three of them attempted to enter the cabin discreetly, but Percy tripped over nothing, causing Grover and Annabeth to stumble along with him.

"Ow! Percy!"

"Seaweed-brain, you're heavy!"

"Shhhhh! Be quiet, both of you!"

"What the hell is going on?" a voice asked, and moments later, the lights flickered on. You stood there, slightly shocked, observing the scene before you. "You guys look like you could use some help," you chuckled, walking towards the group. You assisted Annabeth and Grover in standing up before the three of you carried Percy to one of the beds in the corner of the room. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you gently laid Percy down on the soft mattress.

"I was this close to leaving him on the ground," Annabeth said, raising her hand to demonstrate the small distance between her thumb and forefinger. You laughed at her playful gesture and glanced at Percy, who lay on the bed completely oblivious to the minor predicament he had caused. "I would have done the same if I were both of you," you shrugged, causing the two of them to laugh.

After some persuasion, you managed to convince Annabeth and Grover to retire for the night instead of trying to assist you with the situation that went by the name of Percy Jackson. You sat down on the bed beside Percy and reached out to touch his curly blonde hair, which had grown longer over the past three months. Rising from your seat, you walked towards the small closet next to the bed and retrieved some fresh, comfortable clothes for him to sleep in. Placing them on the edge of the bed, you attempted to wake Percy. "Perc? Babe, you need to wake up and change," you whispered. He emitted a small grunt, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the bright light in the room.

He took the clothes from your hands and was about to lift his shirt when he paused, looking at you. "Miss, you seem nice and all, but could you please look away? I don't think it would be appropriate to change in front of a girl, especially considering I have a girlfriend," Percy's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but giggle, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "Uh, okay. I'll be in the restroom if you need me," you said, trying to stifle your laughter. He nodded, waiting for you to enter the restroom and close the door before changing out of his soiled clothes.

You covered your mouth with your hand, attempting to suppress your laughter. The serious expression on Percy's face as he made his request amused you. It was at that moment you realized that he mistook you for someone else. After a few minutes, you decided to emerge from the restroom. You saw Percy surveying the room as if it were his first time entering it."You okay, Perce?" You asked him out of concern. He had only broken out of his trance when you placed a hand on his shoulder. His blue eyes looked up at you and you were stopping yourself from melting right there and then. "You still need to brush your teeth before bed," You reminded him and he calmly nodded before walking towards the restroom.

You stared at his stumbling figure as he walked. You were about to walk over to him to help but he raised his hand in front of you, giving you a sign that he's alright. You lay down on your side of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. You didn't realize you were starting to fall asleep and didn't notice he had already left the restroom.

You woke up to the sound of shuffling. "Percy?" You groggle reaching out for his side but feel only the cold bedsheets. Eyes lazily opening, you look down from the bed and see Percy lying uncomfortably on the cold tiled floor of his cabin. "Parcy, baby, you can't sleep there," You tried convincing him but he only shook his head.

"I can't. I don't want to upset y/n," He sleepily said. "Why is that? I'm sure she wouldn't mind," You giggled lightly and hoped it convinced him but it didn't. He shook his head again and turned in the other direction. "I don't want to sleep beside someone who isn't my girlfriend. Goodnight, miss," After that, you realized you wouldn't be able to convince him at all so you just decided to sleep.

You had a bit of trouble sleeping since you weren't exactly used to sleeping without Percy beside you. Eventually, as the music from outside slowly ceased, your eyes also slowly closed due to sleepiness. It wasn't the best but it would do.

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of loud music playing. Being a child of Apollo does suck sometimes. The sun god would ride in his amazing chariot in the morning while blaring loud music that only his children would hear. "He does like showing off, even to his children," You mumble as you get out of the bed and walk to the restroom. You spotted Percy still lying on the cold floor, sleeping. You crouched down by his head pushed his hair out his forehead and gave it a gentle kiss.

You walked to the bathroom and did your business. When you walked out you saw Percy sitting on the floor with his hands on his head. "You okay there babe?" You asked him. You obviously know he wasn't feeling well, you just wanted him to confirm it. "No, my head is throbbing like crazy and why am I sleeping on the floor? My whole body is screaming in pain right now," He said massaging his shoulder.

"You refused to sleep beside me last night so you just slept on the floor," You said sitting on the bed with a hot cup of coffee in hand. "Why would I do that?" He asked confused. "I swear I couldn't remember a single thing from last night,"

"Well, you got carried here by Grover and Annabeth and when you got in you refused to let me touch you or be near you in fear of your "girlfriend" getting angry," You recall the happenings from last night. He stared at you in confusion while grabbing your hand to let you play with his hair.

"Why would I do that?" He asks himself while staring off into the distance. "I don't know, baby. You tell me," You shrug while sipping your coffee. You spent a few minutes in silence, your hand never stopping to play with Percy's hair. "OH MY GODS" You suddenly hear him say out loud and you instantly realize he remembered everything from last night. "I did not just say that," He had his face buried in his hands with his ears turning a bright shade of red in embarrassment. You laughed while he continued to whine and complain in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's okay baby don't need to say sorry. I found it hilarious last night," You laughed. Percy slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around your frame. He had to bend down a bit because he was taller than your sitting figure. "I'm sorry," His head was burning in between your shoulder and neck, and you felt wet and gentle kisses being placed on your neck.

"It's fine, baby, I understand," You chuckled lightly and stroked his hair. If you never heard a human purr before, now you do. You and Percy stay silent like that for a few minutes more. It was getting rare for the both of you to have any peace around her now that more campers were starting to enter camp day by day. Damn, those gods be multiplying every day. Percy had to help train some kids while you had to take care of the new Apollo kids that were claimed by your father. Both of you seemed so busy that it's starting to become a rare occurrence for you both to be like this with each other. You just realized now how much you craved your boyfriend's warm and soft embrace. It makes you not want to let him go.

"My headache is healing," Percy mumbles after a few minutes. You look at your hands and see them glowing golden. "Oops, my bad," You laughed. Percy grabs a hold of your thighs and lifts you. You yelped and held on to him in panic. He laughs at the sound and sets you down on his lap. "I missed you," He says brushing a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. "I missed you too," You say while you stared at his blue eyes that greatly reminded you of the ocean.

"I missed you too, Percy," You smiled. He stared at you a few seconds more before removing the gap between both of you. His lips tasted sweet from the sugary blue candy his mother gave him before he left for camp and a hint of saltiness that reminded you of ocean water. How did he taste like that? You don't even know. His lips felt so soft and pillowy against your own and you just know he was using the lip cream you gave him after you told him how chapped his lips were.

After a moment you both pull away, breathless. Percy smiles as he stares at your breathless figure. Lips plump, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling. That's when he realized how so in love he was with you and you felt the same about him too. The two of you stared at each other with love and so much passion. Not even the gods can deny how much you both were made for each other.

"Y/n we need yo-" Both you and Percy's heads turn to the door of the cabin. You saw Will and Lee standing by the entrance, cheeks pink after seeing the position you were both in. "Percy are you awa-" Annabeth and Grover arrive behind the two Apollo children and freeze after seeing you both.

"We'll just-" "I think it's better if we-"

"Yeah," The 4 close the door, and you and Percy look at each other and start to laugh loudly. "Did you see Grover's face?" Percy asked in between his laughter. "Poor young Will!" You wheezed. "Jackson you better get out of there in the next 5 minutes!" You both hear Annabeth yell from the outside but none of you paid attention after remembering the way her face turned so red. "Y/L/N we need help out here!" Lee yelled out.

"You heard them, Jackson, you need to leave," You say to him after the both of you calm down. "You need to as well Y/L/N," He said back with a smirk. He was leaning down to kiss you again before…

"Y/L/N!" "JACKSON!"

Maybe next time…

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kamaluhkhan · 1 year ago

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THE GRUDGE (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you)

read part two GET HIM BACK! (or: the 7 reasons you want revenge on luke castellan)

pairing: luke castellan x child of nemesis!reader (gender not specified)

word count: 8.5k

summary: luke hated your guts. he really did. he just hoped that no one could tell how, even after all this, you're still everything to him.

warnings/disclaimer: luke's POV. spoilers for the lightning thief and season 1 of pjo. some heated make-out sessions but no actual smut - MDNI / 18+. mentions of blood + death + alcohol. luke is 19 during tlt but i wrote this with him + reader being 21 by the end of this (this is important for the next part lol). anyways, luke + reader share clothes and lots of intense emotions they maybe possibly don't process in the best way. lots of ANGST - it's a greek tragedy fr!

author's note: welcome to my new hyperfixation! this fic is LONG but i hope she's worth it ♡

♪: the grudge by olivia rodrigo

(i. you have a sharp tongue)

fourteen year old luke was overwhelmed when he first stepped into the hermes cabin. it was loud and overcrowded and no one really seemed to care that they had a new cabinmate. the head counselor showed luke to an empty bed at the back, told him to get settled in, and left without another word. luke dropped his backpack before collapsing on the mattress. it was so thin that he could feel the springs dig into his back.

"you'll get used to it."

luke sat up to see you climbing through the window.

you had a band-aid stuck on your chin, chipped nail polish the color of blackberries, and leather combat boots that looked way too heavy to be wearing in the heat of summer.

“the shitty mattress?”

“i meant the whole chaos of cabin 11, and the way things work around here in general. if you can get used to the shitty mattress, all power to you.”

your tone was friendly enough, playful even. you smiled at him so comfortably it made luke nauseous.

“good to know.” he tried to smile back at you, but his heart wasn’t in it. “i’m luke, by the way.”

“yeah, i know. i’m —”

“y/n!”

you seemed entirely unfazed as the blond who called your name stormed over to you. you rolled your eyes, something only luke could notice, before turning to her.

“someone stole my candy.”

“i’m very sorry to hear that, maddy. gotta be careful around here.” your voice dripped like poisoned honey, deceptively innocent and sweet.

maddy was not having it. she huffed at you. “it was you, wasn’t it?”

“that depends. did you cheat at poker last night? again?”

some of the chatter throughout the cabin paused, heads turning to listen in.

“what? n-no!”

“then you have your answer, maddy.” you exaggerated a sigh, as though you had already won the fight and were annoyed that she came back for more. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have a new camper to show around.”

chiron had already given them a tour, but luke didn’t protest when you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the window with you. your hand was warm in his as you dragged him along to the corner of the cabin where a poorly made ladder waited for you.

“come on.” you started climbing, and only stopped to look down when you realized luke wasn’t following you. “best view of camp. trust me.”

a shiver passed through luke. trust didn’t come easy to him. he also didn’t particularly want to return to a stuffy cabin where all he would do was count reasons he did not want to be there.

so, luke followed you. he sat down next to you on the roof and looked out at the sun shining on his new home, but he couldn't help but be slightly bitter. the gods had gotten all of you into this life of endless danger and battles and monsters, and this was all they had to offer in return: a summer camp.

it just didn't seem fair.

there was something else he noticed then. what was it that chiron had said? camp half-blood was supposed to be a safe haven for all demigods.

“i don’t get it. there are only twelve cabins, but aren’t there, like, a million other gods?”

you straightened your posture then, and turned to luke with a newfound interest.

“camp half-blood only has cabins representing the twelve olympians. apparently, they’re the only ones important enough to have children worth recognizing, and they can’t even do that half the time,” you explained, impertinence laced throughout your words. it seemed like something you could never quite get off your chest.

every demigod knew that the gods didn’t appreciate sarcasm. they didn’t particularly like being called out on their bullshit, either.

you didn’t seem to care; you even rolled your eyes up at the sky, as if challenging zeus himself.

“anyways, that’s why the hermes cabin is so crowded. it takes in campers who are unclaimed or whose parent doesn’t have a cabin at camp. like me.”

“so, who’s your godly parent?”

you fiddled with the leather cord on your neck. it held a few clay beads like the other campers, but there was one silver charm he noticed only you wore — scales, by the looks of it. you clutched onto it.

luke realized that, despite your own advice, maybe you resented having to get used to the way things worked around here, and having to hide your resentment. maybe that was worse than having to sleep on an uncomfortable bed for the rest of your life.

"nemesis. goddess of revenge."

"that's....hardcore."

you scoffed and moved on to twisting the silver ring on your index finger. "a lot of people take it that way, and i think it scares them a bit.”

“so that’s why you’re extra nice to new campers, huh?”

“no, i was just in a good mood today.” you smirked.

“guess i was just lucky, then.”

luke couldn’t help but smile at your laugh — sharp, biting. you nudged your boot against his sneaker, which shifted you closer to him, shoulders practically touching.

“what people don’t understand is that it's more about balance, you know? you do good things, and good things happen to you. at least, they should. you do bad things and….” you pulled out an outrageously big bag of candy, dropped it between you and luke, and winked at him. “you face the consequences.”

“that makes sense.” luke leaned over to grab a handful of gummy bears. “like karma.”

“yeah. exactly.”

you bit the head off a red bear, both of you chewing in silence before you added:

“by the way, i’m sorry about your friend.” you swallowed and caught luke’s gaze.

chiron warned him that word would travel fast around camp about what happened to thalia, and luke had prepared himself for anything — anything but your reaction. there was no pity in your eyes; instead, there was a hint of rage, as though thalia had been your friend, too.

“she deserved more.”

luke’s eyes caught the glint of a knife strapped to your belt. he took another handful of the candy you stole, and he thought about the fire and fearlessness behind your words, and, despite everything, it felt right to be with you then and there.

“yeah,” he finally whispered back. “she did.”

we all do.

neither of you said those words, but the suggestion was there, and it felt like a promise.

(ii. you hold on to every stupid, little detail)

“slow down, tiger.”

your voice echoed throughout the arena, and if luke had been fighting a real opponent, it might have gotten him killed. instead, he just stopped mid-swing, sparing another straw dummy from losing its arm.

“left hand,” you noted as you walked past him towards a bench. “you, my friend, are in need of a break.”

luke loosened the grip on his sword. the only time luke fought with his non-dominant hand was when he had overworked the other. he must have switched an hour ago, but judging by how heavy his arm felt, it could have very well been two.

his curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat, his shirt soaked through. he could feel a dull pain behind his eyes, and luke was worried that if he stopped to catch his breath, he would pass out. or, even worse, have to face the reality of the shitty news he’d gotten early that day.

“come sit with me,” you urged. “you’re exhausted, tiger.”

luke bristled at your nickname for him.

sure, luke loved that there was something only you called him, a secret kept between you in plain sight, but it was also a reminder that it was harder to hide behind the hero act when you were around.

everyone else at camp figured the nickname was a playful attempt at calling him strong and charismatic. the truth was that luke once told you that his favorite cereal as a kid was frosted flakes and that he would dream of playing sports as well as tony the tiger. for better or for worse, like most things, you wouldn’t let it go.

case in point: if it was anybody other than you trying to get him to take a break, luke could have just brushed them off with a charming smile and continued swordfighting until his arms fell off, but in the two years since meeting you, luke had never met anyone as stubborn and convincing. like him, it seemed you were willing to fight and shed blood to get your way. luke was never really in the mood to make you bleed, even when feeling like he could burn the entire world down, so he usually gave in to your demands.

as soon as he sat down next to you, you handed him an orange flavored energy drink — his favorite. anything other than water was hard to come by at camp without the enchanted goblets in the dining pavilion, or the right connection in the hermes cabin. he ran out of his stash the other day, but you must have noticed and gotten one of the stoll brothers to smuggle more in.

“thanks,” luke said, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through him when your fingers brushed together briefly.

the two of you looked out at the sword arena, and all the straw dummies that luke had destroyed. you wait for him to take three big gulps of his drink before speaking again.

“i guess chiron and your dad decided you weren’t ready for a quest.”

luke exhaled sharply. “how did you —”

“the only time you’d skip out on capture the flag is if something really shitty happened.” you looked down at luke’s clenched fists, and that seemed to be all the confirmation you needed. “you promised annabeth you'd be there, and it's not like you to let her down."

fuck. he had completely forgotten that tonight was annabeth's first time as team captain. this entire week, she had been prepping a winning strategy. it wasn’t like annabeth needed him to win, but luke was her big brother, and he should have been there. you were right — he had let her down.

the realization made luke’s day go from bad to worse.

"i told her you were helping a new camper with an emergency. she didn't believe it, but she adjusted her strategy and we still won.”

“well, thank the gods everything worked in the end,” luke grumbled.

“don’t thank the gods,” you quipped. “thank annabeth chase for her brilliant mind, and me for covering for your sorry ass.”

when luke didn’t indulge in your usual playful banter, you moved closer to him and brushed some curls away from his eyes. your skin warmed his forehead, and the small gesture made him feel better than he had all day.

“look, i’m not going to give you some bullshit inspirational speech about how the gods don’t get to define what a hero is, or how you don’t need a quest to prove that you’re worthy of being one. we’ve each been through that before, and i have a feeling this won’t be our last time, either.”

“then why are you here?” the question came out harsher than luke had intended it to.

“because she’s trying her best to hide it, but annabeth is really hurt that you didn’t show up for the game. i figured the least you could do is suck it up, come to the campfire, and make her those signature luke castellan s’mores. you could probably use one, too, since you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

you were right, again. luke was exhausted, he was furious, but most of all, he was starving.

later that night, luke sat next to annabeth and vowed to make her as many s’mores as she wanted. you’d gone to sit with the hephaestus kids, trying to convince beckendorf and nyssa to join your cabin’s post-campfire party at the beach, even though they had to work in the forges early the next morning.

when chiron made his weekly speech, congratulating the winners of capture the flag and thanking the gods for keeping everyone safe, you and luke caught each other’s gaze from across the fire. you rolled your eyes and luke bit back a smile as you turned back to beckendorf. he noticed your knees were practically touching. did you sit that close to everyone?

luke was looking at you for so long that the marshmallow he was roasting fell into the fire, despite annabeth’s warnings. she handed him another one.

"you should tell her how you feel," annabeth said. "stop being a coward."

whether it was the smell of burnt sugar, the heat of the fire, or annabeth’s comment, luke started to feel dizzy. he did his best to shake it off, asking annabeth for a play-by-play of her strategy earlier that night, but he couldn’t quite get rid of the thought of you.

(iii. you don't care if your clothes are stained with blood)

“i just….i can’t fucking believe you, luke.”

“i don’t get why you’re so upset — you’ve never cared about quests before.”

luke was hoping to break the news to you after capture the flag. unfortunately for him, word travels fast around camp.

annabeth had the two of you scouting the east side for the flag, while she and some other athena kids took the west. you hadn’t found anything so far, which meant that you’d spent the better part of an hour bickering over luke’s choice of companions for his quest. a choice that included charles beckendorf and chris rodriguez, and purposefully did not include you, much to your fury.

before you could continue arguing, luke heard the sound of footsteps approaching. he looked over to you, and you already had your shield and sword at the ready.

a few red defenders emerged from the trees. one charged at luke, but you stepped in so he could deal with the other two. one of his opponents went down fairly easily, but the other put up much more of a fight. metal clashed behind him as you kept fighting as well. you might not have been as skilled a swordfighter as luke, but he knew that you could hold your own, at least until he was finished with the person in front of him.

luke parried his opponent’s strike, causing them to take a step closer. he was preparing to disarm them, just as he heard you yelp and stumble to the ground. it only took a millisecond of his attention, but it gave his opponent the opportunity to elbow him in the face. luke felt a crack upon impact, and pain radiated from his nose; he powered through.

he had to finish this fight, and he had to do it fast. you needed him.

his ears were ringing as he finally knocked over his opponent, kicking away their sword and keeping his foot on their chest. luke turned around to see you having turned the tides, the blade of your sword dangerously close to your opponent’s neck.

you locked eyes with luke, and you both understood — it was time to go. the two of you ran through the forest, as far away as you could before having to stop and catch your breath.

luke removed his helmet to get some air, and dropped his weapons. you did the same. you looked at him, brows furrowed.

“your nose.”

luke licked his lips, tasting blood. the triumph of winning that last fight overshadowed the ache of his potentially broken nose. in fact, he liked the image of a ruthless warrior emerging from the glory and gore of battle, that even though he did not bleed ichor like a god, he still had power.

you, on the other hand, didn’t look impressed. instead, you stepped forward and offered the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away the blood.

“you don’t have to —”

“i know you think you’re a badass walking around all broken and bloody, but you shouldn’t deny your admirers your pretty face,” you teased.

it was no secret that luke had numerous admirers around camp, a fact you loved to tease him about. he was sure that you relished in how flustered that made him. all you had to call him was pretty boy, and luke could be reduced to a blushing mess.

it was pathetic how much power you had over him.

“besides, i wouldn’t have gotten out of that last fight if you hadn’t taught me that disarming technique earlier. i owe you. it’s what we do. we take care of each other, right?”

he couldn’t argue with that.

a few moments of silence passed as you cleaned his face. something shifted as you worked, the flirtatious grin fading away. when you pulled away, your sleeve was stained a dark crimson.

“just tell me honestly,” you finally murmured. “why don't you want me to join your quest?”

luke was genuinely taken aback by the softness of your voice, now devoid of its usual fire. you wouldn’t meet luke’s eyes, but being that close to you, he noticed they were slightly glazed over.

he had expected you to be angry at his decision. he expected you to yell and argue and try to change his mind. luke hadn’t expected you to be so hurt. so broken.

he hadn’t planned on it, but luke decided to tell you the truth then.

“look, karma, if you come with me, my heart wouldn’t fully be in the quest. i’d be so caught up in….well, you.”

a pause.

“is that a bad thing?”

“not usually, no.”

you smirked a little at that, and luke’s heart skipped a beat. it also made his decision even clearer.

“but i need to be focused for this. i need….” he let out a deep sigh. “i need to prove myself. this is my first real chance, and i can’t fuck it up.”

you met his gaze and smiled brightly at him, your signature spark of confidence returning.

“you won’t.”

you reached a hand up to play with his necklace. luke hadn’t noticed how close you’d gotten until your fingers started tracing over those four clay beads. it made his entire body burst into flames.

“i’ve been wanting to do something for a while. and, aphrodite save me, it might be really stupid, but —”

luke took a lucky guess as to where you were going, and crashed his lips against yours. aphrodite knows that he'd been wanting to do that for a while, too.

he often got drunk on the adrenaline of battle, the glory of winning, but nothing was quite like the rush of kissing you for the first time.

it was messy and urgent, both of you aware that, at any moment, you could be interrupted. your noses were bumping together, teeth clacking against each other. the metallic tang of blood lingered on luke’s tongue, but neither of you seemed to care. you even bit his lip slightly, as if you wanted more. armor sat heavy and cold between your chests, preventing you from getting closer. luke had never loathed the protective gear more.

he made up for it by lodging one hand underneath your jaw, and snaking the other beneath the celestial bronze, beneath the cotton of your shirt, admiring how your pulse quickened under his thumb when he grazed the soft skin of your stomach. you tangled your hands into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. he groaned and felt you smirk against his lips.

luke had kissed a few people before, sure, but never like this: like a knife to the gut, and if you pulled away, luke would surely bleed out and die.

it wouldn’t be a hero’s death, in the traditional sense, but at least he’d die happy.

how many heroes could claim that?

when luke ran out of air, feeling like his lungs were burning, he had to pull away.

you glanced down at luke’s kiss-bitten lips, then back to his eyes. luke flushed under the intensity of your gaze.

“just promise me something, tiger,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“anything.”

“come back alive.”

luke leaned forward and placed another kiss on your lips, this one much gentler than before.

“i promise.”

(iv. you love like a scar that won't fade)

the nightmares were getting worse.

luke woke up in a cold sweat, taking gulps of air in an attempt to steady his breathing.

“luke.”

your whisper did little to quell the pit of dread growing in his stomach, but it did enough to bring him back down to reality.

he was at camp half-blood (fuck the gods of olympus), in the hermes cabin (fuck you, dad), in a bed next to yours (fuck, if he could tell you what — who — was going through his head, he would).

“i’m…i’m fine,” he murmured back, voice catching slightly on the lie.

like clockwork, you shifted from your bed to his, slipping under the covers. it didn’t matter that it was a hot summer night, and the minute your legs touched his, he could feel himself starting to overheat.

your thumb brushed over the thick edge of his scar, up his cheekbone to the corner of his eye. it had been a year, living with this reminder. a reminder that he had failed, just as much as his father and the olympians had failed him.

luke tried to pretend that he didn’t come back from his quest as a shell of who he once was. after all, it was meant to be his shining moment as a demigod, meant to gain him all the glory and father’s praise he once wished for.

what a fucking joke.

every morning, luke would crawl into a different skin. he welcomed new campers and taught sword-fighting. he laughed with chris and his other siblings and strategized with annabeth for capture the flag. he would be the easy-going, charming, skillful senior counselor who respected the gods and honored them in everything he did.

again: a fucking joke.

nights were different, though, with you so close to him, you who could always see right through him.

every night, luke was a fourteen-year old boy again, with so much rage and resentment he didn't know what to do with it.

of course, you were always you - a bleeding heart underneath layers of armor. you didn't care about fate, or the gods, or the titans. you cared about justice, you cared about what was right and fair.

most of all, you cared about luke.

“you were screaming,” you told him, voice barely cutting through the soft snores and sleeptalkings of your other cabinmates.

“sorry,” he managed. looking at you in the dull moonlight, luke noticed the deep shadows under your eyes.

“it’s fine. you just….you scared me, tiger.”

your hand still rested on his cheek, and for a second, luke hoped you would kiss him, but you didn’t. instead, you told him to try and get some sleep, and sank further into his bed before closing your eyes.

for the hundredth night in a row, luke hoped you couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest as you fell asleep next to him.

since coming back from his quest, luke didn’t have it in him to suggest being anything other than friends, and you didn’t push it. there had been a few....moments between you, sure, but nothing more.

luke thought you might have changed your mind, because who would want to be with a bitter, worthless, wannabe hero? then again, that voice haunting his dreams…. luke could change that.

but, at what cost?

(v. you protect people as ruthlessly as a starving dog)

luke could hear you talking to percy jackson outside. though he couldn’t quite determine what was being said, as much as he tried.

you entered the bathroom and instantly caught luke’s eyes in the mirror. you were wearing your faded pyjama shorts with cartoon crows, and a flannel shirt that luke had a sneaking suspicion might have been his. you smiled at him before setting up at the counter, one sink between you.

“what was that about?” luke asked after spitting out a mouthful of minty toothpaste.

“oh, nothing.” you were searching through your toiletry bag for something, and seemed to come up short. “hey, do you have any extra dental floss?”

luke threw some over to you. as you effortlessly caught it, he noticed your knuckles, bruised and bloodied.

“what happened?”

you finished flossing and briefly examined your hands before pulling out your toothbrush.

“it’s not a big deal,” you assured. “some ares kids were picking on percy, and then they started pushing him around, like, really pushing him around, so….”

“....you decided to send them to the infirmary.”

you squeezed some toothpaste on your brush before continuing. “i don’t need you to lecture me about how i shouldn’t be fighting with other campers because i’ve been here longer and i should be a good role model. you know what a good role model does? not let kids beat up other kids and think the worst punishment they’ll get is no dessert for a week.”

luke watched carefully as you jammed the toothbrush in your mouth and brushed with such force, he was worried your teeth might dislodge. he knew that you would shed blood for someone you loved, and that you didn’t particularly care if you had to break rules in doing so, because you believed that what was written was not necessarily what was right.

in fact, luke loved that about you.

no, it wasn’t the fighting that luke cared about — it was who you were fighting for.

percy was a good kid, he really was. luke just didn’t want you getting attached.

“i wasn’t going to lecture you. i’m guessing chiron already did?”

you nodded and spat out what looked like a combination of toothpaste and blood. you rinsed your mouth until the water lost its pinkish hue. once you were done, luke continued his train of thought.

“i just didn’t realize you cared so much about him.”

“about percy?”

luke could tell that he didn’t have your full attention. you were packing your stuff back up, accidentally tossing luke’s dental floss into your bag, but he had more pressing matters to deal with.

“yeah. the kid’s only been at camp for three days, and you’re already acting like his guard dog.”

you finally turned to luke and glared at him.

“maybe. but percy’s sweet and he doesn’t seem like the type to put up with bullshit. he’s been through a lot, and annabeth seems to like him, too. as far as i’m concerned, percy’s one of us, and i’m not going to let anyone push him around.”

luke raised an eyebrow at you. “he’s sweet?”

“yeah. like, just now, he gave me some blue raspberry jelly beans as a thank you. said his mom used to work at a candy store. he also wanted me to apologize to you for him. he feels bad about beating you in sword-fighting earlier.”

you scoffed, like you resented luke for having to apologize to him on percy’s behalf. you definitely did not appreciate that guard dog comment. luke clenched his jaw, seething over what you had just said.

satisfied with his reaction, you gave luke that nauseating smile of yours, tilted your head towards the exit. a truce, because you never liked to fight with luke for too long, and a order, because you knew luke would always follow.

the two of you began walking back to your cabin in the warm mid-june air.

“i wouldn’t say he beat me,” luke huffed. “it was beginner’s luck.”

“sure, tiger. it was beginner’s luck that disarmed the best swordsman we’ve had in the last 300 years.”

you nudged luke’s shoulder with yours, but he recoiled from your touch.

“are you trying to make me feel worse?” luke tried his best to avoid snapping at you, keeping his tone measured.

“i’m just saying that maybe the kid has natural talent and that doesn’t make you any less talented. there’s no need to get jealous.”

luke resisted the urge to growl at your suggestion.

to be clear, he was not jealous. it’s just that luke had spent years of blood, sweat, and tears getting to where he was then, and percy jackson had just gotten to camp.

and, to be even more clear, luke was not jealous of how you were already defending percy with your whole body and your whole heart, the way you did for him.

by then, you reached the front of the hermes cabin. luke could already hear the commotion of what he would need to deal with as soon as he walked in. the burden of being head counselor, one he approached with an elastic smile that could snap at any moment.

you tugged on luke’s sleeve before he could open the door.

“hey. are we okay?”

luke looked down at your fingers grasping the fabric of a sweatshirt he was just realizing was yours. your nails were painted a dark red, now chipped after a week of wear. you had begged luke to paint his nails then, and once again, he gave in. he even started to like the purple you had chosen just for him, so deep it was almost black. the same color you were wearing the first time you and luke met.

he smiled at the memory — a real smile, no plastic — and then smiled back up at you.

“we’re fine, karma.” and he moved to enter the cabin. luke could hear the threat of an argument bubbling up, what sounded like a petty one over a prank gone wrong.

“wait.” you tugged at his (your) sweatshirt once more. “there’s something i wanted to talk to you about, about tomorrow night—”

“annabeth called a meeting during free time.”

“yeah, i know, it’s just —”

“she’ll run through strategy for capture the flag then.”

“one of the aphrodite senior campers asked me to the campfire,” you blurted it out, and luke decided to ignore the sound of a fight breaking out from behind the wooden door.

what in the name of hades were you talking about?

“they asked you out? like…like a….” luke didn’t even want to speak the word, scared it would make it real.

“a date,” you said casually, as if that one word didn’t rip luke’s heart in a million pieces. “i said yes.” an admission that took all those pieces and set them on fire.

sure, in the seven years since you and luke met, you’d each talked about boys, about girls, about dating and kissing them and going further. but there was something about this one that felt different. something about the way you told him.

“but, listen, i wanted to let you know it’s not —”

“good for you,” was all luke said through gritted teeth before someone started calling his name again, louder and more urgently, and he had to duck inside.

(vi. you taste like burning cherries and righteous anger)

your team had won capture the flag, of course. the biggest news of the evening, though: percy jackson was the son of the sea god.

he was a forbidden child, the hero of the great prophecy.

everything was falling into place.

all luke should be thinking about is kronos’ plan, and his role in it, and how a world without the gods of olympus was that much more in reach.

unfortunately, for the time being, he was so consumed by you.

you, from across the campfire, sporting cutoff denim shorts and fresh wounds from the game earlier. you, who had wrapped your knuckles in gauze, concealing their bruising, fixed the chips in your nail polish and stacked rings on your fingers. (for the record: luke had gifted you the one on your left thumb.) you, with dark lips that whispered too closely and laughed too loudly with a child of aphrodite— jordan li.

you hadn’t so much as looked at luke since congratulating each other on another win. when chiron announced his weekly gratitude to the gods at the start of that night’s campfire, you didn’t punctuate your resentment with your usual eye-roll or biting remark. you were too busy giggling at something jordan said.

luke wanted to be the one to whisper jokes in your ear. he wanted to be the one you left lipstick stains on later, along his jaw and down his neck. he wanted to be the one who kissed the blade mark on your shoulder and the bruises on your knuckles.

and yet, hours passed and it seemed that the thought of luke had never so much as crossed your mind. he found himself at an after hours party with a few senior campers on the beach. a lethal recipe: a poorly crafted bonfire, some contraband drinks and you in jordan li’s lap, playing with their hair and pretending luke castellan did not exist.

meanwhile, luke had katie gardner’s full attention. she was talking to him about the strawberry season, potentially leaning a bit too close into luke’s personal space, definitely flirting with him.

luke could have done a lot worse than the head counselor of the demeter cabin, who always smelled like fresh lavender, whose eyes were the bright green of spring grass and whose lips tasted like golden honey.

the problem was that luke only wanted you, and his eyes kept sliding over to where you were kissing jordan’s cheek, and he accidentally called the girl he was kissing by your name, which did not make her happy.

katie threw her drink in his face, told him to wake the fuck up, and walked away.

a chorus of gasps and chuckles erupted as luke stood there, diet coke and vodka seeping into his shirt. the commotion seemed to capture your attention, because you suddenly appeared next to luke, an empty bottle of cherry soda in your hand.

“rough night, tiger?” your voice, that nickname, made luke sick, his face twisting into a frown. you don’t seem to notice or care. instead, you switched your bottle with luke’s and took a sip.

“looks like you were having a pretty good time,” luke practically sneered. “where’s your date?”

“they went to bed.” you swallowed a mouthful of beer, grimacing at its bitterness. “gods, this is terrible. you and i should go on the drink run next time — we have better taste.”

“so, are you and jordan like a thing now?”

you gave luke a smile he didn’t quite understand, but made his stomach churn in ways only you could. “would that be a problem?”

“of course not.” he answered way too quickly for that to be true.

“let’s get out of here,” you suggested. “i think katie is about this close to strangling you with a tree branch.”

luke glanced over your shoulder to where green eyes glared back at him.

nowhere could luke find it in him to care. he wasn’t even sorry. he just shrugged, took the bottle back from you, took his first sip all night. luke almost gagged (because of course you were right, and the stoll brothers had better fake ids than they had taste) but he suppressed it.

“no. i’m good.”

biggest lie he ever said. like there wasn’t anger caught in his throat and jealousy swelling between his ribs.

“go find jordan,” he taunted. “kiss them, show them a good time! isn’t that the reason why you got all pretty?”

you narrowed your eyes at him carefully. your nostrils were slightly flared, and luke took a bit of pride in being able to rile you up.

“look, we haven’t really talked lately, and i think we should.”

“go find jordan,” he mocked once more. “almost all the aphrodite kids are here, and i’m sure you can be quiet enough to sneak into their cabin and if you want a quick fu—”

“luke.” you clipped his name, obviously getting to the limit of your patience with him. “if you want to stay here all night and be an asshole, you’re welcome to. you should know, though, that your happy-go-lucky hero mask is starting to crack and i don’t know if you could deal with the fallout from it shattering completely.”

you leaned in close and whispered that last part, very aware of the chattering that stopped and the eyes that watched the pair of you anxiously. luke was usually good at hiding that part of himself who wanted to burn the world down.

in ways you didn’t realize, you were right: he couldn’t risk revealing it, not now.

not yet.

“do whatever you want, castellan,” you spat out his last name, the combination of letters foreign in your mouth.“i’m leaving.”

luke should be proud of himself. he waited a whole two seconds before following you like a stray dog.

luke didn’t know if he’d ever felt you that enraged by him, and it horrified him. it also made him hungry for more.

“i’m not sure that jordan would want the two of us alone together at night,” he shouted after you, words echoing into the starless sky.

“gods, enough about jordan!” luke practically ran into you with how fast you turned around to confront him. “i was helping them with that stupid aphrodite tradition!”

“you….” luke faltered, all the snark leaving his body. “what?”

luke remembered silena beauregard once explaining the rite of passage to him: to prove themselves, a child of aphrodite had to make someone fall in love with them, and then break their heart.

“why…why would you agree to do that?”

you had reached the dining area by then, and you sat on one of the steps leading to the pavilion. luke stayed a few feet away, looking at you cautiously.

“jordan and i are already friends, and they figured a fake relationship would be the way to avoid anyone from actually getting hurt in the process.”

“you seemed so…so into it, though,” luke stammered, the memory of you in jordan’s lap, laughter bubbling from your lips, still fresh.

“it’s called acting, dumbass.” the camp didn’t rely on electricity, but there were enough torches around that luke could see you roll your eyes. “anyways, i was trying to give you a heads-up last night, but you wouldn’t listen.” you took a deep breath. “and, honestly, i didn’t push it because….i figured i should test a hypothesis.”

a hypothesis? you’d known annabeth for too long.

“what hypothesis?”

you hesitated.

“it doesn’t matter. fuck, this was stupid,” you muttered, and without another word, stormed through the dining pavilion, a short cut to the hermes cabin. your footsteps fell heavy against the marble, and luke’s not far behind.

“what hypothesis?” he asked again.

nothing but rushed footsteps.

“what hypothesis?” luke finally yelled.

third time was the charm, because you stopped in your tracks and faced luke once again. a fire burned in the bronze brazier, where campers were forced to offer up portions of your food to the gods at every meal. its roaring seemed to captivate you, and the flames danced across your face, illuminating all your curves and edges.

“i’m angry at the gods,” you stated.

this caught luke off guard. from the day the two of you met, luke knew you shared that feeling. you’d gotten quieter with your rage as you’d gotten older. luke supposed he got better at hiding it himself, as well.

“i’m angry at the gods for letting bad shit happen even if they can stop it, and for building this world in the fucked up way they did. i’m angry at your dad for the way he’s treated you, but — you, luke castellan.” you finally met luke’s eyes with a gaze so sharp, luke almost felt himself bleed. “i’m also angry at you, and not just for your bullshit tonight.”

your admission felt like a punch to the stomach, and luke was left with no air to breathe.

did you know?

“you haven’t been the same since your quest,” you continued, words slow and deliberate, the way you spoke when you were worried your voice would shake. “and i’ve come to terms with that in the past few years, but you….you’ve never tried to ice me out before. you’ve been acting distant since december, and it’s been driving me insane. do you realize how much i miss my best …..” you swallowed the word friend. “how much i miss you?”

luke hesitated, because what could he say? i know i’ve been distant, but i’ve been busy trying to start a war between the gods. sorry babe!

would you hate him, if you knew?

you had to have known that, despite the distance, luke missed you. for tartarus sake, in the last two days, he’d driven himself mad at you calling a fourteen year old boy sweet, and he was about to combust at the image of you dating someone else, with little care as to the collateral damage.

"you can't just avoid me, makeout with katie fucking gardner, and then….” you trailed off, hiding your face in your hands. whether it was to hide embarrassment or tears, luke wasn’t sure.

a smirk spread across luke’s face at the revelation that he hadn’t been the only one jealous at the bonfire that night. it lit luke up with the confidence he needed to not completely fall to his knees in front of you, beg for your forgiveness for everything he’s done.

“why do you care if i make out with katie fucking gardner?”

as he waited for a response, luke walked towards you until your back hit one of the marble columns.

“why do you care if i’m with jordan fucking li?” you clenched your jaw and looked right through luke. a clear indication that you wanted him to break down first; it wouldn’t be you who yielded this fight.

“because i want to be the one you’re with.” at that point, luke was so close to you that he swore he could hear your heartbeat. he reached out and played with the hem of your shorts. “why do you care if i make out with katie gardner?”

“because.” you drew in a sharp breath when luke’s fingers brushed underneath the denim, across the warm skin of your thigh. you closed your eyes. “don’t make me say it, tiger.”

the desperation in your voice made luke want to do unholy things with you, to you. luke knew you didn’t think of him as a saint, and you never expected him to be one. the reality was that you weren’t much better, either. what was essentially an altar to the gods burned bright next to you, but it seemed neither of you had ever cared less about it than in that moment.

luke would watch olympus fall. he would dethrone the gods and watch their glass castle shatter and find glory in a new world. in the grand scheme of things, he was willing to lose this battle.

in fact, he would have rather betrayed the titan lord himself than waste another second not kissing your lips.

so, he kissed you, and you kissed him back with such force, such hunger, it was ungodly.

no, you certainly weren’t a saint — but you were divine, in the most brutal, intoxicating way. in the way you shuddered when luke lodged a leg between your thighs; in the way you threaded your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans to bring him closer; in the way the metal of your rings burned through the skin of his hip, right to the bone, which made him shudder, and you smile triumphantly against his jaw.

the more he tasted your smirk flavored by cherry soda and the ashes of nearby flames, the more he felt your feral teeth against his neck and your wicked nails digging into his shoulders, the more you tugged on his curls, the more luke thought: maybe.

maybe you would give into your seething resentment, live up to those eye-rolls and snarky comments that got you in trouble with chiron, on the edge of hot water with the gods. maybe you would join the titan army. maybe, just maybe, this time, you would follow luke.

and yet — maybe wasn’t enough if it meant he could lose this. luke wouldn’t risk it, not until he kissed every battle scar and bruise on your body, and you did the same to his.

“wait.”

it was the last thing luke wanted to do, but he complied. he took the opportunity to appreciate the chaos he created: your shirt in disarray, your lipstick a mess, your chest heaving and desperate to catch a breath.

“i promised jordan that we’d keep up our charade for a week, two at the most. do you think we could keep this…” you tightened your fist around the fabric of his shirt. “a secret until then?”

luke responded by pressing his lips to yours once more, because there were definitely worse secrets to keep.

(vii. you wouldn’t hesitate to make him bleed)

luke had just left percy jackson to die.

he should be leaving camp, now, but he needed to see you one last time.

the universe works in mysterious ways, because you were out on a run through the forest, and you crossed paths before he even had time to wonder where you were.

“hey, tiger.” you smiled as if this was a regular afternoon. the two of you would teach your afternoon activities, sneak away during dinner so luke could kiss you in that spot that made you gasp. “wanna join me? i was just wrapping up, but i could be convinced to go longer.”

for a second, he was tempted to. very tempted.

“i don’t have much time.”

you seemed to notice luke’s sullen mood and you dropped your playful demeanor.

luke explained: the messages from kronos in his dreams, him stealing the lightning bolt and helm of darkness to start a war between the gods and framing percy. the plan to destroy olympus that luke had pledged his life to.

percy was surprised at what luke had done, and luke could imagine that the rest of camp would be, too. luke was the golden boy of camp half-blood, everyone’s big brother.

you, on the other hand, didn’t express any sense of shock.

“luke.” you said his name like you weren’t quite sure it was poison. “i’m going to give you five seconds to tell me that you’re joking.”

five seconds of silence passed. you took a few steps back from luke.

“i….i should have told you sooner.”

“yeah,” you scoffed. “you should have. but, you didn’t. did it feel good, having the titan king whispering sweet nothings in your ear? all the lies about how this war is the only way to get the glory you so desperately want? it’s fucking delusional.”

“it’s not delusional—”

“yes, it is!” you glared at him. “you’re on the wrong side of a war you made the mistake of starting.”

luke straightened his posture, thinking about how hypocritical you were being.

“isn’t this what you’re all about? revenge, karma. your mom will probably join us, too. don’t you want to see the gods finally get what they deserve?”

“not like this. i can’t believe how desperate you are, to believe that kronos is going to make everything right. it’s pathetic,” you spat. “i’m not saying the gods don’t deserve to be taken down a notch. their fucking obsession with power and glory….it’s sick and twisted, but i don’t think your titan king is any better. i don’t think you are any better.”

“it’s time that the gods fall. this is the only way, even if it isn’t perfect,” luke countered. his voice was firmer now as he absorbed your anger. your mother was the goddess of revenge, but you clearly didn't understand the sacrifices, pain, and blood that was required to make the world a better place.

luke just needed to convince you.

“we’ve talked about this for years,” he continued. “nothing is balanced! there’s no justice here, for anyone. we can build a better world where we don’t have to burn our scraps and throw ourselves at monsters to get attention. we can fight together like we always have. y/n, i love—”

“don’t,” you snapped. “don’t you fucking dare. you should have died on your quest.” your voice laced with venom. one hand gripping the knife you always kept on your belt. “that dragon should have fucking sliced through you and saved us all the trouble.”

something pricked in the back of his throat, down to his stomach.

“you don’t mean that.”

“i do,” you promised. “at least you would have died with all of us thinking you’re a hero instead of the traitor you really are.”

you grabbed your knife, took a fighting stance.

“i’m not going to fight you,” was all luke could say. he noticed your hand tremble, and you tightened the grip on your knife to prevent emotion from slipping through your invisible armor.

in that moment, you have could slice through luke, and it would hurt less than everything you just said, less than the murderous look you were giving him, like he was just another monster you wouldn’t think twice about sending to tartarus.

luke didn’t even have a chance to unsheathe his sword before you charged at him, but he quickly had you pinned to the ground, the tip of your own knife pointed at you. he hesitated. the blade pressed harder against your cheek than he intended, enough to break the skin and let a few droplets of dark crimson escape.

“please come with me,” he pleaded. you didn’t answer, but you did seem surprised by the softness of his voice.

a few moments passed, the celestial bronze still between you. luke waited for you to see his way, to yield to his proposal.

you didn’t. instead, you took advantage of the situation. you wrapped your leg around his and flipped your position. in the process, you regained possession of your knife. without the hesitation that held luke back, you sliced through his cheek, deep. luke bit his lip to suppress a groan, tasting blood. your gaze set his whole body on fire as he waited for your next move. that was when you glanced down at his camp necklace, and the new clay bead added to commemorate this summer.

a turquoise trident.

“percy told me he was on his way to see you,” you realized. “what did you do?”

luke didn’t answer. he knew then that a choice ran through your head.

and it stung, just a little, watching you sprint away through the trees in a last ditch effort to save percy’s life.

there was a small, pathetic part of luke that wanted you to choose him, even if it meant you would have plunged the knife into his chest.

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