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aphroditeinthesea · 8 months ago

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“ guilty as sin ”

jason grace x fem!reader ⚡️

if there’s no such as thing as bad thoughts, why is y/n feeling so guilty? | pt. 2

⚠️ cheating, swearing, breaking girl code, make out, sexual insinuation & while i was posting this there was random lightning and thunder so took that as a sign that this was pretty good

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The first thing Y/N noticed about Jason was his girlfriend. Okay, maybe that wasn't the first thing, but it was up there. Maybe the first thing she noticed was his hair, the way that sun shined around it, making his aura glow. Or maybe it was the way his eyes were so vibrant that she felt like she was drowning in the Blue Nile. Or, gods, his muscles. The way his shirt was barely able to conceal his abs. Then, his absolutely beautiful girlfriend, who surprise, surprise, was a daughter of Aphrodite.

Of course she knew she had to keep these feelings locked inside a vault. Especially at how she so easily befriended Piper, who if she knew about these feelings, would have Y/N’s head. But how was she supposed to? Whenever she saw him, basically doing nothing, her mind already had images of him flashing in her mind that she tried so desperately to flick away.

But once the feelings had gotten too intense, she had to tell someone. So she turned to the wisest person she knew, Annabeth Chase. She decided to walk to the Athena cabin after training. She found the blonde reading a book on her bed. She approached her, speaking up, “hey, can we talk?” she looked around, “privately?”

Annabeth nodded before leaving alongside Y/N. She led her to cabin 3, which was uninhabited since the disappearance of Percy.

“What’s wrong?” Annabeth began.

Y/N sighed before explaining the ordeal to the girl. Excluding certain fantasies about the boy that not even Zeus himself could get her to confess.

“As a girlfriend of a guy who everyone has a crush on,” she began, seeming annoyed at her own statement, “don't act on it.”

Y/N nodded, “yeah, I could never act on it, I mean, Piper’s my friend,” she paused and looked up at the daughter of Athena, “I’m not a bad person am I?”

“There’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.”

But after a few months. After they found out the memories were fake, that Jason was a Roman demigod, that there was no relationship to begin with, Y/N had the guilty hope that they would break up. But no. Instead they continued dating? She was furious, while also hating herself every second of every day. She had thought that maybe after all this time the feelings would go away. But they didn't! They wouldn't! They couldn't!

Every time she saw the two of them together, she wanted to vomit. Especially when they’d act all couple-like and kissing and hugging and standing within a ten foot radius.

One day at archery practice, she was about to shoot, when she saw the couple walking nearby. She immediately sunk into herself. She drew back her arrow, sulking, until she heard a loud, “ow, fuck!”

She looked up, realizing that she had accidentally shot the foot of the son of Apollo that had been helping her. She gasped, “oh my gods, I’m so sorry.”

He sat on the grass, holding onto his bleeding foot, “dont worry about it,” he hissed through the pain. A few other campers ran over to help him over to the infirmary.

She awkwardly looked around, unsure of what to do.

“What happened, Y/N?” The sound of Piper’s voice behind her caught her attention.

She paused, looking up at the blond boy before back to Piper, “I got distracted and, uhm, accidentally shot him.”

“Is he okay?” Jason questioned.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” she brushed off, “a little arrow in the foot never killed anyone.”

“Achilles would beg to differ,” he remarked with a smirk. Gods, that was going to be the death of her, The way his scar curved with his mouth. She liked to imagine he got the scar in a battle to the death against a Roman beast- or whatever, she didn't really understand what happened at that camp, other than the fact that they had really hot guys.

She must have been staring for too long as Piper looked back up at her boyfriend herself, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N panicked, “I should go see if he’s okay,” she ran off to the direction of the infirmary.

“You shot someone in the foot?!”

“Annabeth, I really don't feel like talking about this right now.”

“No, Y/N,” she stood in front of Y/N, “why?”

“Jason-”

Annabeth shook her head, “he has a girlfriend.”

“I know, that’s the problem-”

“She’s not the problem, Y/N,” the girl interrupted again, “you're being so immature, you have to get over this.”

Y/N turned around to see Piper and Jason laughing about something. She looked back at Annabeth, “I’ll try.”

That next week, she had gotten a date with a son of Hermes. It was a nice date, too. A picnic on the dock during the campfire.

“I was originally born in Minnesota, but then we moved to New Hampshire-” his voice was drowned out by her thoughts. She felt so… faithful to Jason. If it's make believe, why does it feel like a vow? She felt like he had written ‘mine’ on her upper thigh in her mind- “what about you?”

“Oh, I’ve never been to Michigan.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I asked if you liked strawberries?”

“Oh,” she looked at the strawberry she had accidentally crushed in her hand, “yeah.”

“You don't like me, do you?”

She shook her head, “no, nothing with you. You're great, this picnic is amazing, I’m just… I am so in love with one of my best friends’ boyfriend. I’m just trying to get over him.”

“Jason?”

She looked at him, her mouth agape, “how did you…?”

“A good guess.”

She hid her face in her hands, tears welling in her eyes, “am I allowed to cry?”

He pulled her into a hug, “go talk to him.”

New advice? She’ll take it!

She stood up, “I’m really sorry, I’ll make it up to you, promise!” she claimed before running off to the fire. Everyone was beginning to disperse, when the blond hair caught her eye. She rushed over to him, “I need to talk to you.”

He looked confused, but nodded, leading her into his cabin, “what’s up?”

“I have a huge fucking crush on you,” she blurted, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. And I thought that if I told you, it would go away. I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent for a minute, thinking. He ran his fingers through his hair. Did everything about him have to be this fucking hot?

“I have a girlfriend.”

“I know.”

He shook his head, “no, I need to remind myself of that. Y/N,” he walked closer to her, taking her hands in his, “I really like you, Y/N.”

She let out a deep breath, “Jason, that doesn't help.”

“It doesn't help me either, that’s why I’ve been trying to ignore it, but,” his right hand let go of hers, finding its way to her lips, “look at you.” He slowly leaned down to kiss her. Once, twice, thrice, four- over and over again. She wasn't even sure when she was suddenly pinned to his bed as their kisses got messier. His fingers traced the skin under her shirt, sending shivers down her spine, gasping when he would zap her.

“Jase,” she breathed, “this is really bad.”

He bit her bottom lip, “I know, we shouldn't-”

She kissed him again, “no.”

He leaned back, “Y/N, we really can’t.”

“I know, I know,” she heavily breathed, “but what are you saying?”

He stood up, forcing his glasses back on, “I need to go talk to Piper,” he grabbed her hand, helping her up, “go back to your cabin, let’s just forget about this.”

“No.”

“Y/N, please, we can talk some other time, but please, just go for now.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes, “right, okay,” she followed behind as he walked to the door, opening it for her. She looked up at him, “goodnight, Jason.”

He gently touched her arm, “goodnight.”

She walked out feeling shame and guilt fill her body. She felt it in all her limbs, making it hard for her to walk, feeling pulled down by her emotions, she wondered, without ever touching his skin, how could I be guilty as sin?

#jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace #jason grace one shot #jason grace headcanon #jason grace fanfic #jason grace x y/n #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #based on a taylor swift song #the tortured poets department

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pumpkinbxtch · 8 months ago

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𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

☆ radiostar is playin': a 1000 times by hamilton leithauser + rostam…!

warnings: if you had already read trials of apollo… none, mentions of death (you know who) taglist: @emidpsandia

Five months.

Five months had passed since you couldn't have a good night's sleep. At first, it bothered you as they were just visions of something you didn't understand, then… upon seeing those brown curls, blue eyes.

His blue eyes were filled with determination, he was going to do it. Your heart raced, and you denied it while trying to do something, although you knew it was useless.

If Apollo let that arrow pierce him, everything would end, but he would save his friends (who were also yours), then your heart skipped a beat, seeing him like that; with his hands fighting his own survival instinct, the arrowhead threatening to sink deeper into his chest. All for Meg, for Jason and Piper. You realized he was indeed changing.

When one of those strange creatures approached him trying to remove the arrow, he clenched his lips and forcefully plunged it into his chest. Without a word. His blood soon soaked his shirt and you saw him fall to his knees.

—Apollo! —You woke up screaming one night and your roommate at the New Rome campus looked at you closely from her desk, and you knew she wasn't doing it because was friendly, but because it was too recurrent.

— Again —she said with noticeable annoyance in her voice as she went back to writing in her notebook. You settled back into your bed and covered your face in embarrassment, Romans could be too cold.

For almost the rest of the night, you tossed and turned in your bed trying to calm your breathing, you simply couldn't get used to it.

“In fact, it's quite normal, sister…” Percy said months ago, with a nervous expression. He knew exactly what was happening, but he preferred you to figure it out on your own, something you had already done more than enough by now.

You worried about your friends and you couldn't stay still, especially after what you just dreamed. But there was no way to communicate with them, apparently any form of communication had been failing for a while, and if everything went to hell…

You touched your chest at the same spot where Apollo had plunged the arrow, it was as if you could feel that pain too. You closed your eyes and only imagined him. His brown curls that played peculiarly with the blue eyes. Some freckles surrounded his nose and the pimples added a special touch, although you must have found him unattractive, over time you found him adorable. Your brain battled daily with the mix of feelings it had to process, and then another question attacked you overwhelmingly.

If that was shown to you, could he have also had a dream about you? And if so, what would he have seen? Maybe you studying, staying up those nights when the university cruelly took you by the neck or when visions of him and Meg roamed your mind, leaving you with so many questions. You grabbed the sheets anxiously and felt heat in your cheeks, did he see when you cursed him the first nights?, when you started crying for him?, when you started longing for him? You sighed and covered yourself up to your nose.

"One will long while the other fight, nothing more to do even if you try."

Everything still felt stupid, senseless, but you wanted to know.

And although you didn't know it, the answer was yes, and even if it wasn't as often as your visions, Apollo didn't need more to love you. Over time, on his mission, that feeling had only grown and matured.

He wouldn't lie to himself, he was at your knees the first time he saw you. But his layers of selfishness and superiority only forced him to see you as a mere mortal, probably capable of making him probably happy, all looking at him unilaterally and as an experiment. Considering that, he looked back, and he understood perfectly Poseidon and all those who doubted that prophecy, because of his ways and the risk that such a beautiful person as you would run.

Apollo only hoped that would change from now on with the new vision he had, being honest with himself, especially because now he not only wanted to be loved, but also to love you, to make you happy. He wanted to be a good man for you and he would not stop working for that.

Neither of you was prepared to face the following week. You just made your way through the crowd, spotted Reyna and Frank up front with hardened looks, but you could see Frank biting his lips, which never indicated anything good. Hazel made her way through the crowd and everyone looked to the center, you resisted the urge to run when you saw Apollo in the middle as the center of attention along with Meg, both holding hands and looking tired. Beside him, a coffin. And if they had traveled from afar to get to Camp Jupiter…

The world seemed to stop when Apollo's voice spread as much as it could singing the news, and while everyone held a scream, he made everyone's fear real. Jason was dead.

You couldn't believe it, five months, and the first time you saw Apollo again was carrying the coffin of one of your friends. You just ran back to New Rome again.

—Come on, get out of there —Reyna said, after Hazel tried for an hour. That was playing dirty because you couldn't refuse Reyna, the scandal that would be made in the dormitories would be too much. You opened the door. Both girls sighed in relief and hugged you.

—What the hell, Reyna? —You sobbed and looked into the eyes of the brunette. She just bit her lip, but her watery eyes betrayed her. Hazel just kept that face where she tried to control herself.

—We'll talk about it later, okay? I think you have pending issues that need to be addressed. You know Lester is here.—You frowned, and your teary eyes started shedding new tears.

—What? —Your voice broke in the middle of the word and Reyna took you by the cheeks, nodding, trying to calm you down.

—We'll cry and celebrate the funeral as it should be. But we're still here, you're still here.—Hazel nodded and both dragged you back to your bedroom, closing the door behind them.

—I think if you don't talk to him, he won't be able to concentrate and he'll end up ruining everything—Reyna said with a hint of humor in her tone while she braided your hair. Hazel wiped away your tears and smiled weakly.

—Oh, How? —You didn't remember sharing anything with anyone.

—The last time Percy came—Hazel laughed seeing your expression and you closed your eyes trying not to curse your brother.

—He's a damn gossip —You muttered.

New Rome had never looked so empty and sad, you walked through the almost empty streets and saw the vendors holding a sad smile on their lips. Then, you looked at him and it was like looking at light in a dark place.

—Um, Hi —he said, cheeks noticeably flushed. His hands were hidden behind his back, and he constantly swayed back and forth on his heels and tiptoes. You had no idea how you should react.

—Apollo?—your surprise was too evident and he didn't avoid nervously smiling, you took a step and he took another step back, preventing you from getting closer. You raised an eyebrow and Apollo showed what he had hidden behind his back, which was a bunch of freshly cut flowers. He had asked Meg to grow a few for you.

Seeing that this time, you didn't try to advance towards him, he felt embarrassed because he had probably crossed a line and tried too hard to his luck.

—I'm sorry, —he took another step back— I just know you don't feel so much revulsion towards me and they told me you know, well, I…— He fell silent feeling your arms carefully wrapping around his torso and that confirmed to him that you had also had those visions, there would be no other way for you to know about his wound.

His scent flooded your senses, it was a kind of mixture between soap and cologne that they probably would have lent him after showering upon arrival. Although your head was resting on his shoulder, you could hear his heartbeats almost shouting in your ear and Apollo never felt so close to dying, even with those difficult months on his back, visible on his skin with every mark and scar, some visible in places where the clothes didn't cover. When he placed a hand on your back closing the hug, you reaffirmed your grip, you had never held someone like this before.

Apollo didn't know how to react. His hands started sweating and he prayed not to do anything dumb, but the butterflies in his stomach didn't seem to be helping. Never in so many years did he feel like he had arrived at some home until you hugged him like that, and the least he wanted to do was make you feel the same.

When he couldn't resist the urge to look at your face anymore, he pulled away and you looked at him attentively, although in your mind you were still dealing with processing that. Were you already lovers? Were you something? It was hard to know because you had never exchanged more than two words.

—I think I've dreamed about you at least a thousand times—He said, laughing painfully struggling, so his voice wouldn't break. He felt terribly sorry that his meeting with you wasn't merely another stop on his mission, even without knowing what the result of all this would be and especially that the emotional disposition of both of you was fragmented by Jason's death, he feared you would blame him, but you didn't.

You smiled, and his knees failed him. He didn't want all that to stop him from having a couple of moments with you, after all, he wasn't a hundred percent sure of coming out of it safely either and, but yes, that if he had to give his life for others… even he surprised himself by not hesitating for two seconds.

—Me too—You admitted and took the flowers from his hand, keeping your gaze on the ground and he sought your eyes, he leaned down to your height and with his index finger on your chin gently lifted your head. He didn't know where he got that bold move from, but shortly after, Apollo felt his face burning.

—I don't have much time, nor will I be around for long because nothing is close to ending, but I want to spend with you the time I can.— Even though Apollo sounded determined and very serious about it, you let out a small laugh. He was completely flushed and biting his lips eagerly.

It seemed fair to you. And so it was, you took any opportunity to be together, to get to know each other and talk. never talked about the prophecy or what happened before because you could do that later, what mattered now was being able to share. To be honest, Apollo was also about to die at Camp Jupiter, but at least you could help him, be by his side and when they finished dealing with a bunch of zombies…

—I'll see you…—He wanted to say “soon” but he couldn't lie to you. He stroked your cheek and smiled shyly. His cinnamon curls waved with the breeze that brought the smell of your perfume and Apollo never wished so much to kiss you, but he had to resist.

—We still have things to talk about…—He nodded and you pulled him from the edge of his sweater to hug him.

Meg rolled her eyes while Reyna, Hazel, and Frank looked like the audience of a wedding, the son of Mars seemed to be on the verge of tears.

—It's just that he's so…—He blew his nose and Hazel stroked his arm.

—Don't get distracted by this. My wife has to graduate—He joked as he let go of your hand. You raised an eyebrow and smiled.

—I never said I was going to marry you.—Apollo nodded with a stupid smile and began to walk towards the camp's exit, he turned his head and widened his smile even more. He didn't want to stop seeing you until he really had to.

—But come back! —You shouted and he said goodbye, waving his hand. When he turned his gaze forward, fear invaded him.

“Do you think you can do it, Apollo?” Python asked in his dreams the night before. “Maybe just imagining her dressed in white is all you have”

—We will achieve it—Meg said, taking his hand, which he thanked.—You will see her again and you will do your stupid little romantic things.—Apollo let out a nervous laugh and nodded with tears on the edges of his eyes.

—Of course.

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#pjo hoo toa #trials of apollo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #apollo x you #apollo x reader #apollo pjo #apollo #apollo x y/n #apollo pjo x reader #lester papadopoulos x you #lester papadopoulos x reader #lester papadopoulos #lester papadopoulos x y/n

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anthaeum · 3 months ago

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mona lisa.

love is when you try to make it out alive.

🏹 — wherein leo valdez realizes the absolutes in his life.

leo valdez x roman apollo!reader. enemies to lovers to exes to lovers (implied), set in the future, non canon-compliant. gn!singer!reader.

(not proofread.)

wc. 906

💭 : it's 3:22 AM and i have school tmr but this legit wouldn't stop bugging me until i posted it. the title is from mona lisa by dominic fike, listen to it here! please let me know your thoughts, comments, and any reactions through my askbox! enjoy reading 🤍

Leo Valdez knows there are absolutes in his life.

One of them is metalwork. Smelting, forging, blacksmithing — the flames and heat of the furnace were never a nuisance to Leo when his nimble fingers and tools pulled and twisted at any piece of metal, whether it be the finest bar of gold or the lowest piece of scrap. The son of Hephaestus takes pride in his craft, displaying the tiniest coin he created or the biggest metal dragon he’s fixed on a glass shelf in the confines of his heart.

His friends are one of them. He thinks of Piper, his sister, who he still cooks tofu for because she says "it's the best she’s ever had". There’s Reyna — and he doesn't tell anyone, but he’s glad he found a friendship in Reyna, someone he doesn't have to mind the language barriers around. There’s Frank, who trusted Leo with his life, literally and figuratively. He thinks of Jason, his best friend, and Leo counts him as two absolutes.

There’s also the little things, too. He always runs maintenance checks every week, he ties the right shoe before the left, he keeps his loose change in his pant pockets, he wasn’t good at freehand engraving.

Another, he thinks, is you.

You, the sweet child of the sun.

The radio echoes across the room, filling the quiet workshop with life.

Leo Valdez, sweat-drenched and exhausted, stares down at the sheet of gold on his anvil. Engraved on its surface is a set of symbols he knew by heart — a harp, six lines, and the letters S, P, Q, and R.

You, you, you, you.

He remembers the first time he laid his eyes on you. He doesn't remember the way you knocked an arrow and aimed down at him; his mind’s eye just sees gold — in the shine of your eyes, your armor, the tips of your arrows, your aura, you.

He remembers the war's aftermath — his war specifically. He remembers searching through seas of orange, purple, bronze, and gold; none of them were his golden archer.

He doesn’t know if he’s still dreaming when he hears your voice echoing through the radio. He stays still, eyes wide and unmoving, and it’s only until the radio croons a, “that was Yn Ln’s latest single, ladies and gentlemen!” does he snap out of his reverie.

He remembers the taste of golden victory. Nights under starlight, conversations of the future, you (finally) in his arms. The stars shone faux spotlights on you as your singing lulled Leo into peace he hadn't known for a long while.

You told him your dreams, your love for singing, and how you wished to be able to share your voice to the world. Suddenly, the taste in his mouth is bitter.

Because here he was, in his workshop, listening to you, when he could have been celebrating you and your dream (now, your reality) instead.

He puts his head in his hands as if struck with agony, the unfamiliar beginning melody of “another hit from the rising popstar!” playing on the radio and echoing through his mind.

(Yet, Leo can't find it in himself to turn the radio down.)

A walk would clear his mind, he thinks.

Any attempt to clear his mind is futile. You’re all he sees.

In the billboards, posters, street signs.

You, you, you, you.

Leo stares. He stands and stares, unmoving, at the features he fell so in love with. He's transfixed at the way your eyes shine and crinkle at the corners, the curve of your lips as you bare your teeth into a grin. You look ethereal in this light, it would make Parisian paintings look over at you in envy.

The same tattooed lyre he memorized peeks from above your gold-etched name. He wishes he could feel them under his fingertips once more.

Anguish akin to the heat of hot iron crushes his chest. He feels the fingerprints of yearning litter his heart, indelible and engraved. This was your doing, Leo thinks; because, no matter how many times he tries to deny it, the same aching muscle has never once left the confines of your hand.

(And Leo can't find it in himself to turn away. he can’t think of anyone else.)

Leo knows it’s only a matter of time. Passersby’s comments fall on his eager ears, and Leo’s heart only beats faster when he hears a, “they’ll be performing tonight!”

He tries not to think of the feeling in his chest, of the painful yearning and the jittery nervousness, as he pushes the door to the jazz bar open.

When he hears your voice, oh so melodic and beautiful, he freezes.

You’re under real spotlights now, shining and so golden under their light.

You look at him, and Leo swears his heart stops.

Your eyes still shine the same.

Leo Valdez realizes another absolute — you, in all your golden glory, would forever be his weakness. His heel tingles at the sound of the arrows you draw with your song, as if they’d home in on the one vulnerable spot on his flesh and leave him for dead.

(And yet, he thinks you’ve done it. You, the one Leo Valdez sees in Parisian paintings. You, whose voice Leo Baldez hears in TV stations. You, the sweet child of the sun, who had pierced his heart with the same arrows that stared him down all those years ago.)

aaaa my first post ever ever .... hope u all enjoy !!!! reblogs are so appreciated, please tell me how u liked my fic ��😞

#𝜗𝜚 — fa(ye)bles.#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #pjo x reader #pjo x you #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus x you #heroes of olympus #𝜗𝜚 — muse: leo valdez.

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reicraft · 9 months ago

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Golden Mangos

Aphrodite!Fem!Reader x Travis Stoll

Summary: after a certain incident you can’t help but start liking mangos a bit more, and maybe a certain camper as well.

Contains: fluff, characters can be ooc, usual Stoll sibling antics, some swearing, kind of cringe lines ngl

A/N: I love this small prank the stolls pull on the Aphrodite cabin and it inspired me to write this fic. Hope you guys like it. Reqs are open <3. Also I hate mangos idk what demon possessed to write a character that loves them.

Word Count: 2.5k

If there is one thing your cabin mates knew about you, it is your strong affinity for mangos–or, as Drew likes to call it ‘an extreme obsession’. Another fact was that, for some odd reason, camp didn't have mangos. Well not least you bribed a Dementer kid to grow some or got a Hermes child to bring you one from the outside. Sometimes, you would even go back home during winter break just to be able to enjoy some sweet mangos, even if they weren’t in season. Your dad always spoiled you rotten with everything, from actual mangos to mango lip gloss. So, it came to your sibling's surprise that there you were eating half a mango for breakfast. Lost in your world without a care for the burning eyes watching you.

“How exactly did you get that?” asked Piper, munching on her bowl of strawberries, “One of the boys from cabin 4” You replied oh so casually.

“Y/N, you can't just use your charmspeak casually,” complained Mitchell. Unlike Piper and Drew, you tended to use your charmspeak for more trivial things. If your mother gave you a gift, it was to be used, and maybe you did use it for small things like getting out of archery or another serving of strawberry shortcake. Maybe it wasn't the best use of such power, but it came in handy, overall being blessed with beauty had its perks.

“It's fine I was just craving some. Plus the Hermes kids haven't made their trip yet, so something had to be done,” you said, cleaning off the dripping juice. It might have been the best mango you have eaten if it weren't for your siblings shooting daggers at you. “Well, at least I'm not using my charmspeak to manipulate a cabin,” you continued.

“It's been months, let it go, please,” said Drew, now getting slightly annoyed by you. But who could blame you? You were slightly annoyed at this conversation yourself. Couldn't a girl enjoy her mango in peace?

“Anyways we have archery practice, so don't charmspeak your way out,” said Piper, looking directly at you.

“Hey, it was like three times, I was tired,” you defended yourself, putting your hands up. Despite the occasional squabbles, you did love all your siblings. Yes, maybe you had petty fights like Valentina stealing Drew's crop top or Mitchell using Noah’s cologne. But nothing extreme. At the end of the day, the power of gossip and love united, making you a happy little family.

So as you all enjoyed your archery class led by Kayla from the Apollo cabin, playfully pointing arrows at each other and cheering Lacy on as she hit a bullseye, you failed (more like didn't expect) to notice two mops of curly brown ran past you, making a beeline for a certain pink cabin tip-toeing in and out, leaving the object in their hands giggling at their prank.

So, as your cabin finished the lesson and made your way for a quick break, you didn't expect to see a golden mango with ‘for the hottest’ written on it.

“Aw, I love it when people leave things for me,” said Drew, picking up said mango ready to add it to her infinite collection of love letters

“Well it doesn't say for who it is,” said Mitchell.

“Maybe it's for me,” said another one of your siblings.

“I'm the hottest I don't know what you're talking about” interjected your sister.

“I was told I rival my mom's beauty,” you added.

“She's OUR mother too,” started Piper.

Your banter slowly turned into actual fighting, screams echoing outside the cabin as glass bottles shattered.

“That was my only bottle left, you bitch” screamed Drew as Valentina threw her perfume to the ground. It didn't stop there, as shoes and clothes flew out the window, landing in the mud

“Mom gave me that belt, Mitchell,” cried one of your brothers, as said belt was now covered in gross mud, lost forever.

“Oh my gods, why could you cut up my Miu Miu sweater? that was expensive,” you sobbed as one of your sisters started cutting up clothes nearby.

Safe to say, the cabin was no longer the organized place that always got a 5, it looked worse than the Hermes cabin, with tattered clothes mixed with spilled makeup and perfume covering the floor.

“What in gods name is this?” You all looked like deers caught in headlights once Chiron stepped foot in the cabin.

“They started it,” everyone said simultaneously, pointing in different directions.

“Actually, I believe I found the perpetrators outside. Still, kitchen duty for all,” he said, galloping outside as said perpetrators peeked into the cabin

“We did well with this one, Trav,” said conner snickering.

“You'll pay for this Stolls'' screeched Drew. Suddenly, seventeen angry children of Aphrodite ran towards the siblings. Yes they had pulled hair and spills all over their clothes, but they didn't care about appearances at the moment, especially you, who would waste such a good mango just like that, plus you were still mad about your sweater, you had planned on wearing it for the bonfire later.

Fortunately, some form of revenge was taken as pasty white foundation appeared on Travis's face, making him look like a clown, and Connor’s clothes instantly shrunk two sizes smaller. You would say he was rocking the crop top, but it honestly just looked funny.

All of the cabin stood there in a circle, scowls on their faces and some laughing at the sight, as you broke through your teared-up sweater still in hand.

“Nemesis is a bitch I guess” said one of your sisters as you threw your sweater at Travis's face. “You're lucky we’re being nice to both of you,” you said, quickly storming off back to your cabin. Now who was going to clean all of this up?

It took most of the cabin all day until dinner to clean up all the broken glass and fabric left on the floor, as well as clean some of the muddy designer shoes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I know you loved that sweater,” said your sister. It was more than just an extremely expensive sweater to you, your father had gifted it to you as a birthday present. It wasn't often you got to see him only during winter break on occasion. It was a small piece that tied you back home, and now it was destroyed.

“It's fine. Maybe I could get a new one” you lied through your teeth. Even a new sweater couldn't replace the damage done, and you swore upon your mother and Nemesis that you would get your revenge on the Stolls. Maybe you could make them fall in love with a frog or cause someone to break their heart. Anything at the moment seemed like a better revenge than their permanent makeup and clothing curse placed by your siblings. You were just so mad you couldn’t fathom it all.

It all just got you in a terrible mood. You were sure your anger and bitterness could turn the campfire black. And there you were, getting ready for said campfire with no sweater on, and your favorite mango balm was also a small victim of your sibling's anger. You sat at dinner sulking, not speaking to anyone, trying to eat your mango, thinking it could cheer you up but it didn’t. It just made you angrier at the Stolls, especially Travis with his cheeky smile as you threw him your destroyed sweater. Granted, it might have been the clown makeup, but still.

And you continued to sulk during the campfire, not singing along and sitting slightly apart from your siblings. Most of them had made amends at this point, but you just acted like it. Who could blame you for being petty? It was only justified. You were so entranced in your own emotions that you failed to see the person sitting next to you, yet the small gift placed on your lap didn’t go unnoticed.

“I heard from Gwen about your sweater,” he said, looking down at the floor “I’m sorry about the whole ordeal, really.”

You sighed as you looked towards him “Travis you know I can’t get that makeup off of you,” you said. You were sure whatever this gift was it was probably bribery, and your anger couldn’t let you see past that.

“Maybe you should open it first. I kind of left camp for this and paid for it,” he said, finally looking back at you. You tried your best not to laugh at his face, but he did look ridiculous with the clown makeup.

You opened the gift carefully, revealing a pink sweater almost exactly like the one you lost. You gasped as you looked back at Travis, “I know it’s not Moo Moo.”

“Miu Miu,” you corrected.

“Yeah that. But still I wanted to replace it. I know it doesn’t have the same meaning, I'm sorry, really,” his apology seemed sincere, and you couldn’t dictate lies between his words.

“Thanks, but what about the rest of the things my siblings lost?” You weren’t wrong. If he wanted to apologize, he should’ve been replacing all the things lost in this ‘prank.’

“Well, it’s not like they like mangos,” he said ever so casually, confusing you.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you know there’s only one person in that cabin that likes mangos. It was a golden mango,” he got up and just left, winking at you as you stayed there processing his words. You would’ve laughed at his face, but even with the gods awful makeup, he looked cute, and you could almost feel your heart skip a beat as to what he was insinuating. But still, you didn’t understand what exactly he was trying to tell you. He left you there dumbfounded, trying to understand your feelings at that moment.

Being a daughter of Aphrodite, you could be pretty oblivious when it came to your feelings. You knew instantly if someone had a crush on another person, yet you couldn't understand why your heart beated so fast around the Hermes boy. You chalked it up to the ridiculous makeup he had, considering you found clowns creepy, but it still felt different. Suddenly, you didn't feel like skipping archery class anymore if it meant the Hermes cabin was going to be there, or putting a little bit more effort into your appearance each morning. You even wore your pink sweater religiously, as if it was the only item of clothing you owned.

Your siblings were not as oblivious as you, they knew about the secret glances during breakfast or how your voice went up an octave when you spoke to him. But in true aphrodite cabin style, they watched from afar, seeing a love story form right before their eyes. And it wasn't hard to push you guys together, you seemed to always unconsciously follow him around, excusing it by saying you wanted to be more involved in camp.

“Y/N could you take over arts and crafts for me today? I’m kind of busy with some other things,” asked Mitchell. He was free, but you did need to know that, and being the understanding sister that you were, you agreed. But your dear brother forgot to mention one slight detail: it was all the younger campers, which you couldn't stand sometimes, and that it was an arts and crafts session with the Hermes cabin.

So, it came as a surprise to see a familiar mop of curls sitting at a separate table from the rest of the campers, making his own friendship bracelets. And it seemed to be a surprise to Travis too, fixing his hair and discreetly checking his breath once he caught a glimpse of you.

“I thought Mitchell was helping today,” he said, pulling the chair next to him. You sat down fixing your hair too.

“Actually, he is busy today, so I'm covering,” you explained, avoiding his eyes. His clown makeup long gone, you finally were able to appreciate his blue eyes and elvish features.

“I’m glad you like the sweater,” he said, breaking the silence between you too. You had forgotten you were wearing it; it was muscle memory at this point.

“Yeah, it's nice. Thank you so much,” you said, trying to hide the blush creeping on your face.

“I'm glad you like it. I had to play poker with some of my siblings to buy it,” he said, and as your mouth dropped, Hermes boy’s were known for shoplifting once in a while, and you had assumed that was the case. But with the simple fact he went through all that trouble to get you a sweater made your heart flutter, you couldn't ignore it anymore: you had a crush on Travis Stoll and he had a crush on you.

You kind of knew about the boy's feelings, being one of the many gifts blessed upon you by your mother. Yet for a whole month, you were in denial of your feelings. How could you like someone who played such a prank on you and your siblings? Or who always had a stupid smirk on his face to pair up with his cocky personality? Yet, you couldn't help it, your heart secretly longed for him.

“You didn't have to go through so much trouble for a sweater, you know,” you said, grabbing some thread to make your bracelet.

“I know, but I wanted to make things right,” he said smiling at you.

"You should've replaced Mitchells cologne, aren't you guys friends?” you said, not looking at how his smile slowly faded.

“We are friends, but I wanted to make things right with you,” you couldn't help but smile at his words as butterflies started to form in your stomach.

“Why with me though?” Travis groaned, running his hand over his face. “I thought you were a daughter of Aphrodite” he said, with slight annoyance laced in his words

“I am, but that still doesn't answer my question,” You finally looked up at him holding back from laughing in his face.

“Because you're you, and I… don't you get it Y/N?” he said, stumbling over his words.

“Gods don't make me spell it out, this is so embarrassing,” the young campers long forgotten as they left both of you alone. “I like you. Gods, the mango was meant for you, there's only one person in that cabin that eats mangos like she can't live without them,” he spilled out, feeling a weight lift off his chest

“I knew,” you said. You couldn't help but smile, it was only you ever wanted to hear from him, ever since he sat next you at that campfire.

“You knew!?”

“Trav I can sense when someone has a crush, I just wanted you to say it,” now it was his time to blush at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“And I guess the feelings are reciprocated” you finished off, looking directly into his eyes.

“So, will you go out on a date with me?” he asked, smiling so wide it hurt his cheeks.

“If there's going to be mangos, then yes I would love to go on a date with you,” you responded. It felt like time stopped, and it was only you and Travis in that moment, looking at each other's eyes stuck in your bubble of love.

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a-really-mediocre-writer · 7 months ago

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angel of small death, chapter three

Daryl x OC Slowburn

Summary for entire work: Piper, a 19 year old girl, alongside her 16 year old sister, Dina, are thrust into a dead-infested wasteland of the world they once knew. Having had a difficult home life before turn, will this new world be a sweet release?

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It’s been hours since the group left to go get Merle back and the camp was tense; not sure if they were okay was getting to everyone, especially Lori. Amy and Andrea decided to go onto the water and go fishing for the camp to have later and managed to catch enough to fill everyone’s stomachs and help to distract everyone for a while from the fact that our family and friends could be dead right now. I can’t help but think about the Dixon brothers…I mean what would I do if Dina was chained to a roof by a stranger? Is he alive? He would definitely kill Rick for chaining and leaving him there- what about the others? What if-

“Hey, you listening to me?” Dina snaps me out of my thoughts as we continue to prep the fish for the fire in front of us, “I said we should ask Amy and Andrea to teach us how to fish like this; we would be set for life!” She half jokes and glances up at me, “Are you alright?”

I stop and think quietly to myself, am I?

“I’m fine.”

After a while as it gets dark everyone is distracted and enjoying themselves with the fish feast, but I cannot bring myself to feel anything but alert as everyone chats amongst themselves. I hear a twig snap behind us in the woods and my head spins towards it, wide eyed, however everyone else seemed unphased and in their own bubbles of conversation to notice that something was wrong. Turning back to the group I continue eating my fish and try to listen in on the conversations around me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety.

“…Jeez you try to be discrete around here…” Amy jokes as she gets up to go to the RV and we all laugh. She disappears into the bathroom for a minute, and I chat with Dina, only to be interrupted by Amy reemerging, “We’re out of toilet paper?” she asks in disbelief and as we turn our heads up to her a walker approaches and bites a chunk out of her forearm.

All we hear are screams, and walkers are suddenly surrounding the camp and closing in on us as I get Dina and myself up. I protectively grip my knife with one hand and hold her behind me with the other. It all happened so fast but before I knew it other members of the camp were being eaten alive to both sides of me.

“Get over to the RV, now!” Shane shouts out to everyone. I grab my sister’s wrist and drag her alongside myself, making our way over to him, however as we are running, I feel myself being dragged backwards and the sudden motion has me landing flat on my back, winding myself. Writhing on the ground and gasping for air I smack the ground trying to feel for Dina’s hand but only feeling the dry grass. Then I hear her scream- bloodcurdling. And then a gunshot over my head. I get up onto my hands and knees and fight through the pains shooting through my back.

“DINA!” I cry out and throw my body towards hers, which is covered by a walker that she is holding above herself, watching her arms buckle I try to get to her as fast as my crawling body would let me. I stop in my tracks as an arrow pierces the head of the now dead and lifeless corpse that is now collapsed onto Dina. I look up to see that Daryl, as well as the others that went to get Merle, have arrived without him and are now saving us from being devoured. Daryl makes his way over to us both and holds a hand towards me, seeing me struggling to catch my breath still, and I take it, pulling myself up awkwardly close to his face making both of our cheeks flush shades of pink feeling his heavy breathing on my face. I look down towards my feet and clear my throat stepping back and towards Dina, who is now standing up slowly, helping her stand next to me. All three of us look around at the surrounding carnage as a few people take out the final few walkers. The camp is suddenly silent again aside from quiet sniffles and tears from a few people.

“Thank you.” I say quietly towards Daryl as I hold my now crying sister close. He nods to me but doesn’t meet my eyes, walking away from us and towards everyone else.

I don’t get any sleep all night as I spend the night in the tent with Dina, who is sleeping like a rock. It was so close to her…It almost got her…if it wasn’t for Daryl then she would have ended up like Amy- oh god, Amy. The stress and shock from the attack had distracted me from the gore of Amy dying. She got tore apart in front of us all- in front of Andrea. That almost happened to us.

I decided to leave the tent and to join everyone else in the middle of the camp, trailing off on my own to find Daryl, who is now stabbing the heads of those who were bitten and were now dead.

“Hey, Daryl?” Awkwardly I approach him and he continues stabbing the dead in the head. He just grunts in response. “Thank you, for saving us- for saving her- it means the world to me.” He doesn’t look up and continues stabbing their heads.

“That it?” He asks grumpily, clearly frustrated.

“Yeah…sorry for bothering you…”I turn and begin to leave but feel an urge to say more.

“I’m sorry ‘bout your brother.”

It goes quiet as I hear that he stops stabbing for a moment.

“'Is what it is.”

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A/N sorry about the delay guys ive been super busy but i hope you all enjoy this!

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pink-eye-liner · 10 months ago

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We Had All Summer

Pairings: Jason x Reyna , Jason x Piper

Tags: Mutual Pining

Warnings: Hurt/little comfort

Summary: Jason hated the situation he ended up in. Being so far from the girl he grew in love with after spending so many summers together. It was his fault though, he had been too much of a coward to be by her side through a tough time and instead chose to entertain a girl he thought could take his mind off her. He chose Piper, but he wanted Reyna. . .

𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚

It was a regular day at Camp Half-Blood, everyone was enjoying their Camp activities and trying to let go of the stress they've acquired from the school year.

Jason on the other hand was trying his best to not crumble away from the guilt that was eating away at him.

He wasn't even where he knew he was supposed to be. Camp Half-Blood wasn't the Camp Jason went to every summer, that Camp was Camp Jupiter.

Yet he wasn't there.

Why?

Because he was too much of a coward to argue against his father, that's why.

He didn't wanna be here, He had no purpose here, yet here he was on an open field completely unfamiliar to him. Bow and arrow in hand because archery was one of the activities at Camp Half-Blood.

"Your form is horrible"

He looked up to see the girl who said that. Brown skin with matching short choppy brown hair with thin braided strands on the sides of her face, and eyes that seemed to change color under the sun. Piper was beautiful, no one would doubt that. He was lucky to have her, but he didn't want to be lucky.

"Really?" Jason said "I don't think it's that bad"

Piper walked closer to Jason and stood behind him "Your back isn't straight and your shoulders are tense" Piper said, she pressed her palm against his back making him fix his posture, before putting them on his shoulders which made him even more tense "Relax, I don't bite" She teased.

Jason could feel her hands through his shirt, they were soft and quite small, though that was expected since Jason was half a foot taller then Piper.

"Somehow I don't believe that" Piper didn't reply and instead just let out a giggle.

Jason looked at her and smiled, he tried to relax his shoulders and put all his focus on the target in front of him. He didn't know why he was taking this so seriously, archery wasn't a popular activity on Camp Jupiter, so he never really got around to practicing it. His favorite activity to do at Camp Jupiter was sword training, the camp had a spacious arena with real swords made out of wood.

He and Reyna would spend all their free time battling it out while spitting out trash talk to each other, it didn't help that both of them were extremely competitive.

Jason was stronger then Reyna, but she had always been faster, and more agile so their duels were nothing short of exciting. Just thinking about them makes him smile.

Reyna would get this determined look on her face whenever he would ask her to spar, followed by a quick witty remark. She would tie her long black hair into a low pony tail before each of their battles- that's how you know she was getting serious- then let it down when they finished. Just thinking about 𝘩𝘦𝘳 makes him smile

"Are you not gonna shoot?" Piper's voice snaps him out of his daydream, he unintentionally lets go of the arrow and completely misses the target. Jason sighed at his failure meanwhile Piper tried to surpass a laugh "Don't worry, you'll get better" She said "We have all summer together after all"

Yeah... All summer...

𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 had been an unforgettable one, unfortunately not for good reason.

Everything started out normal. Everyone was happy, games were played, Camp fire songs were sung, and marshmallows were roasted.

It wasn't until the end of the summer where things got bad for Camp Jupiter

𝘼𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙉𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧

Jason had just finished arts and crafts and went off to find Reyna.

He spoted her looking after the younger Campers near the lake wearing a swim vest on top of a purple Camp Jupiter T-shirt with some black shorts. He went over to her and struck up a conversation.

"Has anyone drowned yet?" He asked sarcastically.

"No" Reyna said as she crossed her arms above her chest "But you will if you start getting annoying" It was safe to say that Reyna was not impressed by his joke, but Jason laughed at her response anyway.

"Calm down" He said "I was just trying to lighten your mood. You always seem so tense when you're looking after younger campers"

"Of course, since we've been going to this camp for 8 years, that makes us senior Campers, and it is our job to make sure that the younger ones are safe and have fun" Reyna explained, the way she said it in such a graceful and pristine manner would have made people think that she had political training.

"Is that what you really think or do you just feel responsible because your parents own this place" Jason asked, Reyna elbowed his ribcage earning an "OW!" From Jason.

"Don't mistake responsibility for culpability, Jason Grace" Reyna said

"Whatever you say, your majesty" Jason joked but Reyna only rolled her eyes

"You're one to talk" Reyna said

Jason looked at Reyna with curious confusion "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've never once stepped a toe out of line, you learn the rules and follow them to a T, you never make assumptions and always try to listen to more then one side of a story" Reyna explained "I mean, I like that about you, but damn you are uptight"

"That's because my father would make me do very fun things whenever I do something he doesn't approve of. You seem to like the kind of power struggle we have going on around at Camp" Jason playfully taunted as he poked a finger at her shoulder

"I do not! Plus I'm not listening to a Nepo Baby" Reyna said while swatting his hand away.

"Hey!" Jason yelled, Reyna laughed at his offended look which made Jason roll his eyes but also feel warm on the inside because he loves to hear her laugh "You know- you just hurt one of your campers feelings" Jason said, referring to himself "That's not very responsible if you, Reyna"

Reyna's laughter started to fade so she just looked at him with a smile.

The pair had a moment of silence for a couple of seconds, taking in the scenery around them and blushing when their hands accidentally brushed against each others.

"Ehm... Speaking of responsibilities" Reyna said "A few new campers wanted to try the rock climbing wall but needed a senior camper to supervise, so I told our Camp director that you'd do it"

"Alright" Jason's said "when?"

"In about 20 minutes, so you better go now"

"Seriously? Now?" Jason said in an overly dramatic way with a frown on his face "We just started hanging out and you wanna get rid of me so soon?" He put his hand in a fist and placed it on his chest where his heart should be to insinuate it being crushed.

Reyna just laughed at him again "Don't be so dramatic, besides..." She took his hands in her own and looked at him "We've had quiet the summer together" Reyna said as she smiled at him.

Jason blushed and turned his head away from her. They bid their goodbyes and Jason went off to the rock climbing wall. Where everything would eventually go wrong.

𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧

"YOU WANT TO TELL ME THAT THIS WAS ALL JUST AN ACCIDENT?! HAVE YOU SEEN THE STATE MY SON WAS IN?!" A woman that looked like she was in her late 40s yelled.

Sitting in the spectator seats in the courtroom, unable to do anything other watch her father get yelled at by this woman- Reyna tried her very best to put on a brave face.

Last summer had been so messy that even now- a brand new summer year has come and it still hasn't been cleaned yet.

Her father had insisted that she should be at Camp Jupiter and not here and she agrees, none of this should have been happening.

She should be spending time with her friends at Camp Jupiter as they all teased her about Jason, hearing how they couldn't believe that they weren't a couple yet despite being so close for over 8 years.

Despite the disaster of last year, she hoped that she and Jason would finally get together, but Jason didn't even attend Camp Jupiter this year. She knew that it was probably because his father didn't want him to continue going there because of this scandal, but even so, she expected to at least receive an update from him. Even though it was unlikely since he also hasn't been answering her texts nor picking up her calls. She can understand why but it still made her mad that Jason couldn't stand up to his father.

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳

They used to spend hours and hours texting and talking on the phone. He would talk to her about fencing and the dozen other after school clubs his dad would make him take while also ranting about how terrifying his dad could be sometimes. While Reyna would talk about her day and occasionally rant about annoying customers she would encounter while working at her after school job.

It was hard to believe that she can't even get a hold of him now.

They went to two different schools in two different states so the only time they got to see each other face to face was during the summer, despite that, the distance was never a problem between them, they were best friends, they found a way to talk to each other, yet the one time of the year where they were supposed to be together and he's not here.

"I completely understand" Reyna's Father pleaded "We are willing to compensate and take responsibility-"

"IF YOU WANNA TAKE RESPONSIBILITY THEN SHUT THAT PLACE DOWN!" A man that looked to be the same age as the woman cut off Reyna's father mid sentence.

This was torturous.

"Alright alright, Mr. and Mrs. Harris please calm down" The Judge said as he hit his gravel against the table in an attempt to get everyone to settle down.

"Your honor... How could you expect two parents to calm down? Especially after this?" The woman- Mrs Harris- argued. Everyone could see the way her eyebrows furrowed as her face wrinkled in anger " I sent my son to that summer Camp thinking that it would be good for him- you know- get away from screens and do some physical activities. I expected him to get home to me in one piece at the end of the summer, not suddenly get a phone call telling me that he sustained major injuries after falling off the rock climbing wall! And I certainly didn't expect the cause to be old faulty equipment that you couldn't bother to replace!"

"For the last time Madam! We buy new equipment every two years! That couldn't have been the real reason" Reyna's father reasoned "Besides, isn't it too much to ask our Camp to shut down? It's not like the kid died"

Reyna winced at the last sentence her father said, or rather, shouldn't have said.

This of course made Mrs Harris loose her mind.

"EXCUSE ME?! WOULD YOU PREFERRED IT IF HE DID?! EVEN IF HE DIDN'T DIE HE WAS STILL HEAVILY INJURED!" Reyna's dad went silent. Mrs. Harris' lawyer was trying to calm her down.

Reyna began to drown out the noise in the courtroom, she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, she scrolled through her messages and clicked on the one titled "Blonde Boy 💝" where Reyna sent walls of messages to Jason

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 :

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙? :

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 :

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩

𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮:

𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙊𝙠? :

𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤

𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 :

He didn't reply to a single one, but she knew that he saw them, Jason was not the type to leave their messages unread.

Reyna gripped the phone on her hand until the tip of her fingers turned red. She hated Jason at this moment, for not being right next to her, for disappearing, and for not answering her texts. But despite that she still desperately tried to reach him.

She typed and erased messages to send to him over and over again, not knowing what else to say, until she felt a tap on she shoulder. Reyna looked up and saw her father.

"The judge called for a recess" Her father said with kind but tired eyes "c'mon let's get something to eat, you must be starving" Reyna nodded and got up from her seat.

Walking next to her father, Reyna looked at her phone again, she deleted the message she typed and started typing a new one.

𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧

𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙥 𝙅𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙞𝙛

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚... 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 :

𝘼𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙬𝙤

𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙣𝙖 👑: 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚

𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥 𝙅𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚... 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚

Jason had read and reread that message a pathetic amount of times over the month, so much so that the message was embedded in his head.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘦.

𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.

Reyna was openly saying that she wanted to spend the rest of summer with him like they were supposed to, and God knew that he wanted the same, he wanted nothing else in fact.

"Your food's gonna get cold if you just stare at it, Jason" Jason looked at Thalia- his older sister- as she continued to eat.

"Do you not like Barbeque? I could ask our Head Councilor to get you something else if you want" Piper asked, kind and considerate as always, now he was starting to feel bad.

"Oh no, I'm good, just... Thinking about stuff..."

"What kind of stuff?" Piper asked

"Just... Stuff" Jason answered

"... Okay... I'm gonna grab a plate of fruit, you want some too?"

"Yeah sure, why not"

"Grab me one too if you don't mind" Thalia said

"Alright, I'll be back in a bit" Piper said before leaving the two alone in the little picnic table they were sitting on.

"She's nice" Thalia said "Pretty too. Mom picked a good one for yah"

"Why is mom so quick to try and pair me up with some random girl that goes to my school who I've bearly even talked to until now? She knows that I-..." Jason stopped talking and closed his mouth. He thought about Reyna 24/7 ever since the accident but couldn't bring himself to talk about her or even mention her name. Jason gripped his spoon as a dark cloud loomed over his face.

Thalia placed her utensils down as she looked at her younger brother.

"Then why are you going along with this?" Thalia asked.

"What?"

"I'm asking why you're going along with this, Jason. Why didn't you put up a fight when dad told you that he was pulling you out of Camp Jupiter and signing you up here in Camp Half-Blood?"

"I-..."

"When mom told you that there was a girl she wanted you to get close to, why did you say "sure" ?"

"Well I-"

"Why do you always say yes to Piper whenever she asks if you two can hang out?"

"Because I-"

"Why did you tell mom that you and Piper were getting along well?"

"Because we-"

"And why are you leading both Piper and Reyna on?"

Jason was getting pretty irritated since Thalia was asking him all these questions but wasn't letting him answer them, but her last question had him speechless. So instead of answering he took a bite out of a barbecue skewer and stared off into space.

Thalia sighed and placed a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"Listen, J... I don't know a lot about Reyna, I don't know a lot about Piper either. But I have seen you with both of them and honestly... Your smile is a lot bigger when you're with Reyna and you have a long history with her, but you care way to much about what she thinks of you. You're not like that with Piper, with Piper, you don't care, you act however you want, you act like yourself. I'm not trying to get you to choose one over the other but if you don't, then you're gonna end up with neither one of them"

Jason stared at his plate. Thalia was right, but he didn't need to be told who to choose. He didn't even have to contemplate. He wanted Reyna, he knew he wanted Reyna, but Reyna wasn't easy, if he wanted to be with Reyna then he was gonna need to do something his father would not approve of, and God knows how much he doesn't wanna do that.

"I know..." Jason said "I just don't know whether or not I can put up a fight"

"Don't worry. You can, and you will" Thalia said, taking her hand off his shoulder.

Jason smiled at her before he saw reddish-brown smudge on his shoulder

"Eww, you got barbeque sauce on my shirt!" Jason exclaimed trying to wipe it off with a tissue.

"No I didn't!" Thalia argued

"Yes you did, It's right there!" Jason said, pointing the obvious stain on his orange shirt.

"There's nothing there!"

"Yes there is!"

The two of them bickered until Piper came back with the plates of fruit.

That night he couldn't sleep again, but not because Reyna sent him another text. This time, he was wondering if and how he can stop being such a coward.

He got up, reached for his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey Leo, sorry calling you in the middle of the night but... I need a favor..."

𝘼𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

Jason wrote a letter. It wasn't a very long one, but he knew that the words in that piece of paper could get Mrs. Harris to drop the lawsuit, though it would cost him a lot.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘑𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦.

𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘑𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬, 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 1-2 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 20 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶��𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺

- 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦

Miraculously it worked. Mr. And Mrs. Harris dropped the charges at Camp Jupiter and went after Jason- or more accurately his father- instead. He didn't really know what took place between Mr. And Mrs Harris, his father, and both their lawyers, but he imagined that his father had to pull some strings to satisfy the couple.

Strings that his father was definitely not happy to pull by the look on his face after he demanded that Jason be pulled out of summer camp and be brought home.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" His father yelled, Jason tried his best not to flinch '𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦' he thought.

"I wasn't" Jason answered.

"CLEARLY!" Jason's father started to make his way towards him until they were standing only 2 feet apart. Jason felt his father harshly grab his jaw, forcing him to look at his father's face which was red with fury.

"I have given you 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂, Jason. A roof over your head, a good school- I even pay hundreds of dollars every year so that you can attend that damn summer camp you love so much, and this is how you repay me?" Mr. Grace said, there were no traces of the doting father he never was in his tone.

He so sounded harsh and cold that it made Jason wanna break down, get on his knees and apologize.

"You embarrassed my name and made me LOOK LIKE A DAMN FOOL IN FRONT OF THOSE PEOPLE" Jason father let go of Jason's jaw before grabbing his cane and using it to hit Jason on the head so hard that he fell off his feet as blood started pouring out of his forehead.

Jason looked up to find his father glaring daggers at him while he pointed his cane in his direction.

"If I had known that you would be this worthless then I would have abandoned you in a forest for wolves to eat"

That was the last thing his father said before walking out of the room.

It hurt.

The wound on his forehead and his father's words. He knew that he didn't actually do anything wrong, but they still hurt.

Jason spent the rest of the summer locked in his room with no phone, he didn't mind since summer would basically be over next week. He read and reread books to keep himself entertained but he thought about Reyna and Camp Jupiter constantly.

When they first learned about the law suit Reyna was restless. Constantly asking her parents for updates about the situation, checking and re-checking the equipment they used in other activities, at one point, she even tried to contact Mr. and Mrs. Harris to beg them to let go of the charges, of course that attempt was un successful.

It hurt Jason to see her so worried and anxious, it hurt to see how hard she would try to told back her tears and look okay when they were together because everyone knew how much she loves Camp Jupiter.

How could she not?

She basically grew up there.

Jason loved that place too.

How could he not?

He spent the best moments of his life there.

He couldn't bear the though of it all just... Shutting down.

Just thinking about it kept him up at night.

He knew that it was unethical to create a false confession letter, but in his mind it was the easiest way, plus him being there when it happened made his confession more believable. Besides, he knew that nothing too bad would actually happen to him.

His father was a wealthy man that could get Jason out of whatever BS he gets himself into. He couldn't bare to have people know how much of a screw up his son was. Especially since his father cared more about his reputation than him.

There was another thing keeping Jason up at night, and it was this nagging voice in his head that constantly asked if it was a good idea that he used himself as a scapegoat so that Reyna’s parents would come out innocent when they weren't.

Faulty equipment 𝘸𝘢𝘴 the reason Oliver fell.

He was there, he would know.

Oliver had told him that he was well acquainted with rock climbing, and since Jason had been looking after 15 other campers that were younger then Oliver. He let him do his own thing.

He now realizes that he probably should have been looking after him as well but he was too busy helping out the younger kids that when Oliver screamed and fell, there was nothing he could do expect call for paramedics.

𝘼𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙨𝙞𝙭

It was the beginning of theschool year again, meaning that he got his phone back.

His text messages were open and his finger was hovering over a contact name titled "Reyna 👑"

He had a thousand words he wanted to say to her yet he couldn't type a single one. He ended up sitting completely still while starring at his phone for the entirety of his first class. The only thing that snapped him back into reality was the sound of the bell.

"Here, you're gonna need this" He looked at Piper who had been sitting next to him the entire time as she placed a notebook down on his desk. "These are my notes. Our teacher, Mr. Smith kept the orientation short and jumped right into his lesson"

"Uh- thanks" Jason reached for the notebook but something in him stopped him from doing so. She expects something from him, or more specifically. She expects to be a certain 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 to him.

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣?" He remembers her sister saying. He didn't wanna lead anyone on.

He took a deep breath and put his hands down on his lap.

"Listen Piper, umm... Maybe we should talk" Jason said, he looked around the classroom and saw that everyone had already left to go to their next class.

"Okay... What?"

"I'm sorry... I know that- you have feelings for me and... You're a great girl, anyone would be lucky to have you but... There's someone else I'm pining for" Jason waited for a response from Piper, he waited for her to yell at him or something but she didn't, instead she asked something he didn't expect.

"Is it that girl, Reyna?" Piper asked, her fists were clenched under her table.

"How- how did you know about her?"

"I overheard your conversation with Thalia after I grabbed us some fruit. She sounds like someone special to you" Her voice cracked at the last sentence, she didn't know why she had caught such strong feelings for a guy she doesn't really know. They had gone to the same school for over 5 years but have bearly talked, but still.

She would admire him from afar as he talked and laughed with his friends almost daily. He was a nice guy, friendly and fair to everyone, so it felt like a daydream having spent an entire summer with him. It made her feel like she had a chance.

"Yeah... She is special... And I know that you are too for someone out there just... Not me"

𝙊𝙪𝙘𝙝

"Can't we just-... Try...? Try this and see if this works out?"

"We can't"

"Why not?"

"Because we'd just be lying to ourselves by trying to make it work, I would know... I did" Throughout the summer Jason 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, he really 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 to forget about Reyna. It was a selfish move but that was why he entertained Piper and made her think that 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 would happen between them.

"Lying?" Piper said, the heartbreak in her voice was audible "What do you mean " You would know"? "

"I-"

"Jason I know that- that I'm comparable to Reyna and that we haven't spent as much time together but I thought that this- this summer would... 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to you"

Jason stayed silent, it seemed like all his stupid decisions have finally caught on to him, he knew he couldn't afford to make more, he knew he had end this.

"One summer doesn't compare to eight. Piper... Listen I do like you but-"

"You 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 me, but you 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 her" Tears threatened to escape Piper's eyes, but she held it in.

"Yeah... That's right... I'm sorry Piper, but I don't hold any romantic feelings for you" Jason said, he hoped that phrasing it that way instead of directly saying 'I don't love you' would soften the blow but unfortunately that didn't seem to be the case as tears finally started running down Piper's cheeks.

"I see... I'll uh-... I'll see you later then" She said before storming out of the classroom, leaving Jason and forgetting her notebook.

He looked at the notebook for a while, then looked at his phone, more specifically the contact number titled "Reyna 👑"

He knew he didn't deserve someone like Piper. So he probably didn't deserve someone like Reyna either.

With a heavy heart, he put his phone back into his pocket, grabbed Piper's notebook, and headed to his next class.

#hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo #jason grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #piper mclean #thalia grace #leo valdez #I wrote this story for a schol competition and wanted to share it to people because i crave validation #if I don't win #I'll cry #Tell me what you think please #mutual pining #jason x reyna #fanfic

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suchan3rd · 2 years ago

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New Flame FemReader x Leo Valdez Part 3

this is part 3 please read the other two parts before this one.

Tw: Claypso being a bitch to Leo

The next few mornings were filled with your siblings gawking over you and your lack of makeup. When coming to camp the last thing you thought to pack was lip gloss and eyelash curlers. So your siblings spend twenty minutes every morning doing your hair and makeup, coordinating it with your outfit. (Which is almost exactly the same, every day) Every morning you'd complain about it, you did have to get up earlier for them to do it. But in reality you loved it. Finally feeling like you belonged to something, finally feeling like you were a part of a family? This was what you always wanted. This was why you were always so eager to be claimed. But Aphrodite? You just didn't see it. At all of your previous schools you'd never been the prettiest. No one was lining up to date you. But when you stepped out of your cabin and walked across the sage green grass, you couldn't help but notice the prolonged stares. The quick glaces behind coffee cups. You'd never had this kind of attention before. And you weren't sure if you liked it or not. One morning in particular you were sitting next to Piper at Aphrodite table when Caleb from Hermes cabin walked up to the head of your table.

"Lookin' fine ladies" he said, addressing everyone, but glancing down at you. You blushed and rolled your eyes.

"How do I look Caleb?" Asked Drew, fluttering her eyes at him.

"Hot as ever Drew" he said, flashing a grin before going to sit at his table. The thing with Caleb is, he's not bad looking. His hair was a close to yellow blond, slightly fluffy. He had blue almost gray eyes. He was tall, with deep abs. You knew this because any time he was training, he took his shirt off. So yeah, he was like any basic white boy. But you weren't attracted to him. His personality sucked. Self-absorbed, and always thought that he was the center of attention. Like everyone was so blessed to be in his presence. The only good trait about him were his siblings.

"Caleb was totally checking you out" Piper commented, shoveling a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

"That's a disgusting thought" you say, picking up a piece of butter toast.

"He was though," she said pointing her fork in your direction, "and why wouldn't he? You are gorgeous" you blushed and rolled your eyes, pretending not to care. But in reality it meant a lot to you that she thought you were pretty. Gorgeous, even.After breakfast Aphrodite cabin had sword fighting with Apollo cabin. These two cabins often got paid together because their hearts were never into the fighting. Apollo mainly used Bow and Arrows. And Aphrodite didn't really fight, but it was still required for them to take it. This time you were paired with Kayla. Your sword was a long curved scimitar made of celestial bronze. The hilt was made of dark metal covered in a brown leather, little divots in the handle made room for your fingers to fit perfectly into place. When you'd choose your sword when first arriving at camp you had been drawn to this sword for some reason. And apparently it had belonged to some important ruler in Ancient Greece that you haven't heard of. Kayla had been at camp longer so she had a slight advantage over you. Lucky for you, she was more used to fighting with a bow and arrow. After 10-15 minutes you beat Kayla. You two had been the last ones fighting, since most of your cabin mates didn’t really do, fighting. So most of Apollo cabin had won. Except for you and Piper, who were actually trying to win. The rest of the day’s training went like that. You and Piper trying. The rest of your cabin not giving two shits. Lunch came and went, so did dinner. Nothing that day had been eventful until the Campfire after dinner. Everyone was pumped up, the fire blazed ten feet high and glowed a bright mix of orange and gold. Everything was great. You even started to feel better from the day's uneventfulness. But it all stopped once you heard the crashing. Coming from the woods were large crashing noises and shouts. And bursting through the woods came a giant metal dragon. The same one you’d seen many times before, Festus. And who came running out after him? The one and only, Leo Valdez.

“Festus, come back!” he shouted, “You’re not fixed yet!” A series of clicks and squeaks came from Fests as he ran towards the other part of camp.

“Leo what the Hell are you doing?” Came a shout towards your left. You turned to see a lean figure standing up. Calypso. Leo’s snotty girlfriend.

“Chasing my dragon?” he said, slowly coming to a stop by the fire. Calypso rolled her eyes and stomped over to Leo. You were close enough to them to hear their hushed argument.

"You are causing a disruption" Calypso chided, holding a tight grip on Leo's arm

"Ok?" Leo said, confused, "there are disruptions all the time at camp,"

"I just got here Leo!" She shouted through gritted teeth, “And you are embarrassing me”

“How am I embarrassing you? I’m the one with soot all over his face, chasing a broken mechanical dragon.” Leo reasoned

“You are so obnoxious Valdez!” Calypso shouted trying to get one last grasp at control and spun on her heels and stomped off towards nowhere in particular.

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thewidowsghost · 2 years ago

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Seeing the Beauty (Piper McLean x Fem!Reader) - Chapter 4

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On the central green, a group of campers are playing basketball. Those are incredible shots, Piper thinks. Nothing bounces off the rim; three pointers go in automatically.

"Apollo's cabin," Annabeth explains. "Bunch of showoffs with missile weapons - arrows, basketball."

They walk past a central fire pit, where two people - Piper didn't want to assume - are hacking at each other with swords.

"Real blades?" Piper notes. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"That's sort of the point," Annabeth replies. "Uh, sorry. Bad pun. That's my cabin over there. Number Six." She nods to a gray building with a carved owl over the door. Through the open doorway, Piper can see bookshelves, weapon displays, and one of those computerized SMART Boards they have in classrooms. Two girls are drawing a map that looks like a battle diagram. "Speaking of blades," Annabeth says, "come here." She leads Piper around the side of the cabin, to a big metal shed that looks like it is meant for gardening tools. Annabeth unlocks it, and inside are not gardening tools. Piper adds, Unless you want to make war on your tomato plants. The shed is lined with all sorts of weapons - from swords to spears to clubs like Coach Hedge's. "Every demigod needs a weapon," Annabeth says. "Hephaestus makes the best, but we have a pretty good selection, too. Athena's all about strategy -matching the right weapon to the right person. Let's see . . ."

Piper doesn't feel much like shopping for deadly objects, but she knows Annabeth is trying to do something nice for her.

Annabeth hands her a massive sword, which Piper can hardly lift.

"No," they both say at once.

Annabeth rummages a little farther in the shed and brings out something else.

"A shotgun?" Piper asked.

"Is that a Mossberg 500?" a voice says, and Piper turns, and for some reason, she's really excited to see the person - and it wasn't the person she thought she'd be so excited to see.

"You remember that?" Annabeth asks, handing (Y/n) the shotgun; she checks the pump action like it's no big deal.

"Something about my mom," (Y/n) replies, and then she winces, as though her head was hurting her.

"A Lastrygonian giant," Annabeth says gently. "And don't worry, Piper," she catches the cautious look Piper is throwing the shotgun. "It doesn't hurt humans. It's modified to shoot Celestial bronze, so it only kills monsters."

"Um, I don't think that's my style," Piper replies.

"Mmm, yeah," Annabeth agrees. "Too flashy." She takes the shotgun back, puts it away, and starts poking through a rack of crossbows when something in the corner of the shed catches Piper's eye.

"What is that?" she asks. "A knife?"

Annabeth digs it out and blows the dust off the scabbard. It looks like it hadn't seen the light of day in centuries.

"I don't know, Piper." Annabeth sounds uneasy. "I don't think you want this one. Swords are usually better."

"You use a knife." Piper points to the one strapped to Annabeth's belt.

"Yeah, but ..." Annabeth shrugs. "Well, take a look if you want."

The sheath is worn black leather, bound in bronze. Nothing fancy, nothing flashy. The polished wood handle fits beautifully in Piper's hand. When she unsheathes it, she finds a triangular blade eighteen inches long - bronze gleaming like it had been polished yesterday. The edges were deadly sharp. Her reflection in the blade catches her by surprise. She looks older, more serious, not as scared as she felt.

"It suits you," Annabeth admits. "That kind of blade is called a parazonium. It was mostly ceremonial, carried by high-ranking officers in the Greek armies. It showed you were a person of power and wealth, but in a fight, it could protect you just fine."

"I like it," Piper glows. "Why didn't you think it was right?"

Annabeth exhales. "That blade has a long story. Most people would be afraid to claim it. Its first owner . . . well, things didn't turn out too well for her. Her name was Helen."

Piper lets that sink in. "Wait, you mean the Helen? Helen of Troy?"

Annabeth nods.

Suddenly Piper feels like she should be handling the dagger with surgical gloves. "And it's just sitting in your toolshed?"

"We're surrounded by Ancient Greek stuff," Annabeth replies. "This isn't a museum. Weapons like that—they're meant to be used. They're our heritage as demigods. That was a wedding present from Menelaus, Helen's first husband. She named the dagger Katoptris."

"Meaning?"

"Mirror," Annabeth says. "Looking glass. Probably because that's the only thing Helen used it for. I don't think it's ever seen battle."

Piper looks at the blade again. For a moment, her own image stares up at her, but then the reflection changes. She sees flames, and a grotesque face like something carved from bedrock. She hears the same laughter as in her dream. She sees her dad in chains, tied to a post in front of a roaring bonfire.

She drops the blade.

"Piper?" (Y/n) asks worriedly, taking a step forward.

Annabeth shouts to the Apollo kids on the court, "Medic! I need some help over here!"

"No, it's - it's okay," Piper manages.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I just . . ." She had to control herself. With trembling fingers, she picks up the dagger.

"I just got overwhelmed. So much happening today. But . . . I want to keep the dagger, if that's okay."

Annabeth hesitates. Then she waves off the Apollo kids. "Okay, if you're sure. You turned really pale, there. I thought you were having a seizure or something."

"I'm fine," Piper promises, though her heart is still racing.

. . .

Piper thinks that all the cabins are cool, but none of them strike Piper as hers. No burning signs - wombats or otherwise - appear over her head.

Cabin Eight is entirely silver and glows like moonlight. "Artemis?" Piper guesses.

"You know Greek mythology," Annabeth replies.

"I did some reading when my dad was working on a project last year."

"I thought he did Cherokee art."

Piper bites back a curse. "Oh, right. But—you know, he does other stuff too."

Piper thinks she'd blown it: McLean, Greek mythology. Thankfully, Annabeth doesn't seem to make the connection.

"Anyway," Annabeth continues, "Artemis is goddess of the moon, goddess of hunting. But no campers. Artemis was an eternal maiden, so she doesn't have any kids."

"Oh." That kind of bums Piper out. She'd always liked the stories of Artemis, and figured she would make a cool mom.

"Well, there are the Hunters of Artemis," Annabeth amends. "They visit sometimes. They're not the children of Artemis, but they're her handmaidens - this band of immortal teenage girls who adventure together and hunt monsters and stuff."

Piper perks up. "That sounds cool. They get to be immortal?"

"Unless they die in combat, or break their vows. Did I mention they have to swear off love? No dating - ever. For eternity."

"Oh," Piper says. "Never mind."

Annabeth laughs. For a moment, she looks almost happy, and Piper thinks she'd be a cool friend to hang out with in better times.

Forget it, Piper reminds herself. You're not going to make any friends here. Not once they find out.

The trio passes the next cabin, which is decorated like a Barbie house with lace curtains, a pink door, and potted carnations in the windows. They walk by the doorway, and the smell of perfume almost makes Piper gag.

"Gah, is that where supermodels go to die?"

Annabeth smirks. "Aphrodite's cabin. Goddess of love. Drew is the head counselor."

"Figures," Piper grumbles.

"They're not all bad," Annabeth says. "The last head counselor we had was great."

"What happened to her?"

"She died, didn't she?" (Y/n) asks, a pain piercing her head again.

Annabeth's expression saddens, "We should keep moving."

They look at the other cabins, but Piper just gets more depressed. She wonders if she could be the daughter of Demeter, the farming goddess. Then again, Piper killed every plant she ever touched. Athena was cool. Or maybe Hecate, the magic goddess. But it doesn't really matter. Even here, where everyone was supposed to find a lost parent, she knows she would still end up the unwanted kid. She is not looking forward to the campfire tonight.

"We started with the twelve Olympian gods," Annabeth explains. "Male gods on the left, female on the right. Then last year, we added a whole bunch of new cabins for the other gods who didn't have thrones on Olympus - Hecate, Hades, Iris -"

"What are the two big ones on the end?" Piper asks.

Annabeth frowns. "Zeus and Hera. King and queen of the gods."

Piper heads that way, and Annabeth follows, though she doesn't act very excited. The Zeus cabin reminds Piper of a bank. It is white marble with big columns out front and polished bronze doors emblazoned with lightning bolts. Hera's cabin is smaller but done in the same style, except the doors are carved with peacock feather designs, shimmering in different colors.

Unlike the other cabins, which are all noisy and open and full of activity, the Zeus and Hera cabins look closed and silent.

"Are they empty?" Piper asks.

Annabeth nods. "Zeus went a long time without having any children. Well, mostly. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, the eldest brothers among the gods - they're called the Big Three. Their kids are really powerful, really dangerous. For the last seventy years or so, they tried to avoid having demigod children."

"Tried to avoid it?"

"Sometimes they . . . um, cheated. I've got a friend, Thalia Grace, who's the daughter of Zeus. But she gave up camp life and became a Hunter of Artemis. My boyfriend, Percy, and (Y/n), they're Poseidon's kids. And there's a kid who shows up sometimes, Nico - son of Hades. Except for them, there are no demigod children of the Big Three gods. At least, not that we know of."

"And Hera?" Piper looks at the peacock-decorated doors. The cabin bothers her, though she wasn't sure why.

"Goddess of marriage." Annabeth's tone is carefully controlled, like she's trying to avoid cursing. "She doesn't have kids with anyone but Zeus. So, yeah, no demigods. The cabin's just honorary."

"You don't like her," Piper notices.

"We have a long history," Annabeth admits. "I thought we'd made peace, but when you and Percy," Annabeth nods to (Y/n), "disappeared . . . I got this weird dream vision from her."

"Telling you to come get us," Piper realizes. "And you thought Percy and (Y/n) would be there."

"It's probably better I don't talk about it," Annabeth says. "I've got nothing good to say about Hera right now."

Piper looks down the base of the doors. "So who goes in here?"

"No one. The cabin is just honorary, like I said. No one goes in."

"Someone does." Piper points at a footprint on the dusty threshold. On instinct, she pushes the doors and they swing open easily.

Annabeth steps back. "Um, Piper, I don't think we should - "

"We're supposed to do dangerous stuff, right?" And Piper walks inside.

. . .

Hera's cabin was not someplace Piper would want to live. It's as cold as a freezer, with a circle of white columns around a central statue of the goddess, ten feet tall, seated on a throne in flowing golden robes. Piper had always thought of Greek statues as white with blank eyes, but this one is brightly painted so it looks almost human - except huge. Hera's piercing eyes seem to follow Piper.

At the goddess's feet, a fire burns in a bronze brazier. Piper wonders who tended it if the cabin was always empty. A stone hawk sits on Hera's shoulder, and in her hand is a staff topped with a lotus flower. The goddess's hair is done in black plaits. Her face smiles, but the eyes were cold and calculating, as if she was saying: Mother knows best. Now don't cross me or I will have to step on you.

There is nothing else in the cabin - no beds, no furniture, no bathroom, no windows, nothing that anyone could actually use to live. For a goddess of home and marriage, Hera's place reminds Piper of a tomb.

No, this wasn't her mom. At least Piper is sure of that. She hadn't come in here because she felt a good connection, but because her sense of dread had been stronger here. Her dream - that horrible ultimatum she'd been handed - had something to do with this cabin.

She freezes. They aren't alone. Behind the statue, at a little altar in the back, stands a figure covered in a black shawl. Only her hands are visible, palms up. She seemed to be chanting something like a spell or a prayer.

There is a shink sound, and Piper turns to see that (Y/n) had drawn her sword, and the glimmering bronze weapon is balanced easily in her friend's hand.

Annabeth, however, exclaims. "Rachel?"

The other girl turns. She drops her shawl, revealing a mane of curly red hair and a freckled face that doesn't go with the seriousness of the cabin or the black shawl at all. She looks about seventeen, a totally normal teen in a green blouse and tattered jeans covered with marker doodles; despite the cold floor, she is barefoot.

There is another shink and (Y/n)'s sword slips back into pen-form.

"Hey!" the girl, Rachel, runs to give Annabeth a hug.

They talk for a few minutes about Annabeth's boyfriend and how there was no news, etcetera, until finally Annabeth remembers Piper and (Y/n), who are standing there feeling uncomfortable.

Rachel's eyes light up at the sight of the daughter of Poseidon. "I'm glad you're safe," she gives (Y/n) a tight hug, and Piper swallows back an unfamiliar feeling that she can't quite place.

(Y/n) smiles politely, returning the hug.

"I was being rude," Annabeth apologizes. "Rachel, this is Piper, one of the half-bloods we rescued today. Piper, this is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, our oracle."

"The friend in the cave," Piper guesses.

Rachel grins. "That's me."

"More like the future mugs me from time to time," Rachel says. "I speak prophecies. The oracle's spirit kind of hijacks me every once in a while and speaks important stuff that doesn't make any sense to anybody. But yeah, the prophecies tell the future."

"Oh." Piper shifts from foot to foot. "That's cool."

Rachel laughs. "Don't worry. Everybody finds it a little creepy. Even me. But usually I'm harmless."

"You're a demigod?"

"Nope," Rachel replies. "Just mortal."

"Then what are you . . ." Piper waves her hand around the room.

Rachel's smile fades. She glances at Annabeth, then back at Piper. "Just a hunch. Something about this cabin and Percy's disappearance. They're connected somehow. I've learned to follow my hunches, especially the last month, since the gods went silent."

"Went silent?" (Y/n) asks, her brow furrowing, causing a scar cutting said eyebrow to almost disappear.

Rachel frowns at Annabeth. "You haven't told her yet?"

"I was getting to that," Annabeth replies. "For the last month . . . well, it's normal for the gods not to talk to their children very much, but usually we can count on some messages now and then. Some of us can even visit Olympus. I spent practically all semester at the Empire State Building."

"Excuse me?" Piper asks, bewildered.

"The entrance to Mount Olympus these days."

"Oh," Piper replies. "Sure, why not?"

"Annabeth was redesigning Olympus after it was damaged in the Titan War," Rachel explains. "She's an amazing architect. You should see the salad bar -"

"Anyway," Annabeth continues, "starting about a month ago, Olympus fell silent. The entrance closed, and no one could get in. Nobody knows why. It's like the gods have sealed themselves off. Even my mom won't answer my prayers, and our camp director, Dionysus, was recalled."

"Your camp director was the god of . . . wine?" Piper asks

"Yeah, it's a -"

"Long story," Piper guesses. "Right. Go on."

"That's it, really," Annabeth says. "Demigods still get claimed, but nothing else. No messages. No visits. No sign the gods are even listening. It's like something has happened - something really bad. Then Percy and (Y/n) disappeared."

"And Jason and (Y/n) showed up on our field trip," Piper supplies. "With no memory."

"Who's Jason?" Rachel asks.

"My -" Piper stops herself before she could say 'boyfriend.' "My friend. But Annabeth, you said Hera sent you a dream vision."

"Right," Annabeth says. "The first communication from a god in a month, and it's Hera, the least helpful goddess, and she contacts me, her least favorite demigod. She tells me I'll find out what happened to Percy and (Y/n), if I go to the Grand Canyon skywalk and look for a guy with one shoe. Instead, I found you guys, and the guy with one shoe is Jason. It doesn't make sense."

"Something bad is happening," Rachel agrees.

Rachel looks at Piper, and Piper feels an overwhelming desire to tell them about her dream, to confess that she knows what is happening - at last part of the story. And the bad stuff is only just beginning.

"Guys," she begins. "I - I need to -"

Before she can continue, Rachel's body stiffens. Her eyes begin to grow with a greenish light, and she grabs Piper by the shoulders.

Piper tries to back away, but Rachel's hands are like steel clamps.

"Free me," Rachel says, but the voice isn't Rachel's. It sounds like a much older woman, speaking from somewhere far away, down a long, echoing pipe. "Free me, Piper McLean, or the earth shall swallow us. It must be by the solstice."

The room starts spinning. Annabeth and (Y/n) try to separate Piper from Rachel, but it was no use. Green smoke envelopes them, and Piper is no longer sure if she's awake or dreaming. The giant statue of the goddess seems to rise from its throne. It leans over Piper, boring its eyes into her. The statue's mouth opens, its breath like horribly thick perfume. It speaks in the same echoing voice: "Our enemies stir. The fiery one is only the first. Bow to his will, and their king shall rise, dooming us all. FREE ME!"

Piper's knees buckle, and her world goes black. The last thing she remembers is someone catching her before she can hit the ground.

. . .

The front doors of the Big House blow open, and Annabeth and Rachel lead (Y/n) - who was carrying an unconscious Piper - into the room.

"What happened?" Jason asks. "What's wrong with her?"

"Hera's cabin," Annabeth gasps, like they'd run all the way. "Vision. Bad."

Rachel looks up, and Jason sees that she'd been crying.

"I think . . ." The redheaded girl gulps. "I think I may have killed her."

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jazzyrazzy157 · 2 months ago

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(Update: Midnight is Whisp, that a oopsie on my part)

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willsimpforanyone · 2 years ago

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Jason x Daughter of Hecate

Jason and reader slowly falling in love but Jason is with Piper

ooo interesting okay let's do this

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"You're sparkling again."

I shook my head, self-consciously grabbing at the sparks flitting around my head. "Shut up, I can't help it."

My sister, Julia, rolled her eyes. "Get it under control, you know you don't have a chance."

Across the arena, Jason sat with his girlfriend, Piper, arm round her shoulders and her head on his. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and my heart squeezed painfully.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I hated it but Piper was so lovely, always friendly when we'd spoken. I had the uncomfortable feeling that she knew about my crush on her boyfriend- Aphrodite magic, probably. Maybe just girlfriend intuition. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate the view." I winked at Julia who lightly smacked my arm.

"Behave, he's looking over."

My eyes flicked back to Jason, who was waving a hello. Piper, too.

I waved back, smiling easily as I matched him. Gods, he looked so good on clear days. Not that he didn't look good other days, there was just something special about days when you could see the sky clearly and the air was fresh. Oh, I had it bad.

***

A few days later, I was practicing archery. Something that required my focus, couldn't get distracted.

"Hey!"

My arrow went wide, thudding into a tree rather than the target. I spun round. "Jason, what the fuck?"

He held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't think you'd immediately let go of the shot."

I rolled my eyes, but grinned. "You could at least have guided it to the target."

Jason handed me another arrow from my quiver on the floor. "Okay, shoot it and I'll make it up to you."

I raised an eyebrow, but accepted the arrow when he wiggled it. Setting up the shot, I became acutely aware of him when he stepped up just by my side, hand outstretched.

"Whatcha doing there, Jas?"

"Easier to see the bullseye when I'm more in front of it, this okay?"

I swallowed, pushing down the thought that I could feel how warm he was. "Yep, all good, let's go, teamwork."

Trying to aim as best I could, I let the arrow fly. There was the barest breeze that brushed my arm from Jason's outstretched hand, and the arrow landed solidly in the bullseye.

"Teamwork!" He nudged my shoulder. "Am I forgiven?"

***

The campfire was low, most of the younger campers were asleep. I was playing with some ribbons of magic, twirling pink and purple around my fingers.

Someone sat down beside me.

I sighed. "Where were you?"

Jason shifted on the bench, looking down. "I'm sorry, Piper and I got into an argument, I didn't want to leave in the middle of a fight."

I hated that I didn't blame him. He was with his girlfriend, that made sense. He didn't want to leave in the middle of a fight, that also made sense.

Didn't mean I wasn't pissed off that he'd left me sitting by myself when he promised he'd go to the campfire with me. A small thing, maybe, but I hadn't seen him much the last week, and even if I couldn't be with him I still wanted to hang out with him.

I loved him.

"What was the fight about?"

Jason sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Uh, Piper... she thinks you... like me, or something. Like, like like me. I told her you didn't, but she said she just knew."

I was frozen beside him. "...Oh yeah? She knew, huh?"

"What- what do you mean?" Jason turned so he was facing me. I stared adamantly into the smouldering fire. My magic ribbons were knotting themselves into loops, twisting comfortingly around my arm.

"Um, she's not wrong, you know." Natural sources of light, like candles, make people open up. That's why we have candles in the cabin, I recited in my head. That's the only reason I told him. Not because this may be my chance. Maybe. "I'm pretty obvious, Jas. Jules has been smacking me every time she caught me staring at you."

Jason was silent, but I could feel his eyes locked on me. Shit, what did I just do? He was still with Piper, they just had a fight, just because I like him doesn't mean he likes me, have I just cost myself one of my closest friendships because I couldn't keep my mouth shut?

"...She also said I liked you." Jason whispered. I moved not a muscle. "She wasn't... angry. She said it kind of resigned, like she'd already given up."

Weird way for a fight to go. I said nothing.

"I was sure you didn't like me, but I couldn't... I couldn't do her the disrespect of lying to her face." Jason's hands were clasped together, a sign of stress. It was weirdly endearing. "Because I do. Like you, I mean. Like, a lot. I loved Piper, I did, I do. But we keep getting into petty arguments and we're more distant than ever and I keep wanting to go to you but I can't because I have a girlfriend and I would never, ever do that to Pipes."

I turned to Jason now, careful not to touch him in case I scared him off or sent him the wrong message.

"Jas, I know you wouldn't. She knows you wouldn't. She's, and I am somewhat loathe to say this, a lovely person. But she's right. I do like you." I gave a slight smile. "Like, like like you."

I got a small grin as I parroted his words back to him.

Jason nodded. "Okay, good to know."

I laughed gently. "'Good to know'? You gonna write that down for analysis or something?" I teased. He rolled his eyes and nudged my shoulder.

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

"Yeah," I murmured, allowing my face to soften and let my adoration be seen. "Yeah, I know."

Jason sighed. "Guess I've gotta talk to Piper, huh?"

I nodded. "Not tonight, Jas, both of you have to calm down from earlier." I shrugged. "The two of us don't have to happen until you're ready, okay?"

He gave me a genuine smile. "Yeah, yeah, okay." He stood, and looked down at me. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

I returned the smile and nodded, watching him walk off to the Zeus cabin. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday soon.

Someday soon.

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burgercheese1812 · 1 year ago

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Gen Z x Pjo/HoO Part 6

Meanwhile, during that HoH scene when they’re surrounded by the monsters

Gen Z: I have the power of god and anime on my side

Frank/Piper/Jason: WAIT-

Gen Z, charging straight past the skeleton warriors and into the mob of monsters with nothing but an arrow they found: AHHHHHHHHHHHH

<-Part 5

Part 7 ->

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aphroditeinthesea · 9 months ago

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Idk if requests are open, but if they are. Can I request a Piper x daughter of poseidon! Reader and it's an enemies to lovers

“ it’s not my fault ”

piper mclean x daughter of poseidon 💋

piper found herself enemies with the daughter of poseidon, but she doesn’t know if that’s all she felt about her

⚠️language (ps i was watching mean girls when i started writing this if u can’t tell by the title)

⋅˚₊‧ ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅

on the argo ii (no jaspiper!)

“I was about to sit there,” Piper commented, crossing her arms.

Y/N looked up at her with her head tilting to the side, “that’s funny, because I think I’m sitting here.”

Piper furrowed her brows, “I know that, but you literally saw me about to sit there and sat there anyway.”

“Sucks.”

“You bit-”

“Piper,” Jason interrupted, “there’s a seat over here.”

Piper huffed, glaring at y/n before walking away. Y/N smiled to herself as she won their, at this point, hourly argument. Everyone stayed awkwardly silent as the two shot scowls at the other. No one had been able to quite pinpoint why the girls hated each other so much. In fact, the two weren’t even 100% sure why they hated each other. It started with y/n making a comment about Aphrodite’s children being stuck up, and even though Piper agreed, she couldn’t say why the statement coming from the daughter of Poseidon hurt so much.

“Can you two get along for five minutes?” Annabeth quietly complained that afternoon after the 100th fight that day.

“It’s not my fault, she just gets on my nerves,” y/n answered as she sat on the floor of Annabeth’s room, “being around her just makes me itch.”

“That’s not her fault either.”

“It is, though,” she hid her head in her knees, “she’s just like- ugh!”

The door swung open to reveal Percy, “because that makes more sense, y/n/n?”

“You could hear us?” his sister whispered.

“Magic ship, not magic walls,” he joked as he made himself comfortable on his girlfriend’s bed.

Y/N looked back up at Annabeth, “you don’t think Piper could hear us too?”

“She’s in Leo's room so I doubt it,” Percy added.

She let out a breath of relief at the statement. She knows I hate her, why would it matter if she heard me talk about it.

Late that night, the thought still pounded at her mind. Why would she care? She wouldn't even care if Piper fell off the ship. But the thought of Piper thinking she genuinely hated being in her presence? Made her stomach turn.

She sighed, turning over in her bed. She had been lying there for at least two hours, just staring up into the darkness. She finally decided to get up and walk down to the dining room. She sat down in the same seat as earlier with a glass of water in her hands. She wasn't even drinking it, she was just staring into the glass, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Oh,” she heard squeaked from the doorway. She looked up to find the girl who had been consuming her thoughts.

She stayed silent, turning her shoulder to her. She heard Piper groan and walk past her to grab an oreo. She glanced up at the girl as she sat across from her at the table.

They made quick eye contact, inviting the daughter of Aphrodite to speak, “I’d go to my room, but I don't want crumbs in my bed.”

“I don't care,” y/n shrugged, rolling her eyes.

Piper bit into her cookie, feeling a slight heat in her cheeks. She looked away from the other girl and just wanted to disappear. They both stayed quiet for several moments until Piper could not take it anymore.

“I know you hate me, y/n.”

She couldn't quite explain what happened to her heart at that moment. It was like it had been shot with an arrow and she was just left to bleed out right there in her chair.

“I don't care that you hate me,” she continued, “you could at least not be a cunt about it.”

Y/N urgently looked up at her, “what did you just call me?”

Piper stood up, throwing the rest of her cookie in the trash. She began walking out of the room before y/n stood in front of her to block the door.

“What did you just call me, Piper?”

“A cunt,” she answered, “that’s exactly how you're acting.” She tried to push past y/n but she didn't budge.

“You cannot be serious,” y/n felt her body tense as she tightened her grip on the door, “you're the one who always starts fights with me.”

“You're the one who provokes it,” Piper got closer to her, too close, “like today at breakfast, or yesterday when you tried to take my dagger-”

“Borrow.”

“Whatever,” she groaned, “you have been nothing but awful to me the entire time we’ve known each other.”

“It’s your fault!”

Piper exasperatedly laughed, “how exactly?”

“You act like you're better than everyone-”

“I do not!”

“You do!” she hollered, “you act like you're different than your siblings, but you're just as self indulgent, only in a different font!” She took a second to breathe before continuing, “and you're always around, like right now, why are we the only one awake at two in the morning.”

“Why don't you tell me, y/n/n?”

“Don't call me that,” she defended.

“You're the one always talking about me,” y/n felt tears in her eyes as she realized Piper did hear her. “I mean, my gods, it's not my fault you're like in love with me!”

Y/N’s entire world collapsed, she was sure time even stopped moving. She finally realized why she felt off every time she saw her. Her breath stopped, “what?”

“What?”

“You’re right.”

Piper’s eyes widened, “what?”

She bit her lip, “I’m in love with you,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“Will you stop saying what!” As she looked up, she finally saw Piper’s gaze soften. She exhaled deeply, “I really like you- and I think that's why I hate you so much.”

Piper smiled, “really?”

“Oh gods, I shouldn't have said that-” she was cut off by pink lips interlocking with hers. She immediately sank into the feeling, her hands traveling up to hold Piper’s jaw.

They both giggled as they separated, “oh my gods,” Piper muttered.

“Oh my gods?” A deeper voice came from the hall. They both turned to find Percy standing in shock, “what-”

“Percy,” y/n blurted, “we were, uhm, talking and then, uhm,” she turned to look at Piper, who was trying to hold in a laugh. “I’m going to bed,” y/n mumbled, rushing off to her room.

“Me too,” the daughter of Aphrodite added, following behind her.

Percy stood still in shock as the girls ran off with their laughter echoing.

As they reached y/n’s room, she turned to look at Piper, “goodnight,” she smiled and began to turn the doorknob.

“Wait,” Piper spoke up, grabbing her hand.

“Hm?” Y/N sounded before their lips met again, this time for longer. Her fingers roamed through the soft tresses of the other girl’s hair.

Piper pulled away first this time, breathing heavily, “night,” she grinned before walking off to her room.

Y/N entered her own room and crashed into the comfort of her bed. Her mind no longer ached at the thoughts that intruded, but now welcomed the images of Piper that found their way into her brain. Eventually, into her dreams.

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