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au where everything is the same except percy gets new relatives on paul's side
a little old grandma who feeds him and gives him money to buy everything he never could when he was poor growing up
everytime she sees him, she babies him and tells him how tall he's gotten and complains about how skinny he is (she is also #1 percabeth shipper)
a grandpa who fought in the army and trades war stories with percy
who also ADORES annabeth and loves having intellectually challenging conversations with her about architecture, philosophy, mathematics, literally everything
an aunt who helped sally throughout her pregnancy with estelle which makes sally cry because she didn't have anyone when she was carrying percy
sally crying again because she's never had a parent figure since her uncle died and now paul's parents are all over her with their affection and acceptance (especially once they find out about the greek world)
a cool older cousin who ruffles percy's hair, teams up with annabeth to make fun of him, plays video games with him (annabeth teases percy that despite saving the world multiple times, he still wants to impress said cousin but still finds it cute how percy is adjusting to being the little brother for once)
when percy goes missing, all of them team up and consider marching up to olympus to kill the gods for kidnapping their new little baby boy
then after the events of hoo they adopt all of the seven
and they literally have to buy a bigger table because of the big family dinners they all have
and percy's just like 𼲠maybe relatives don't need to be out to ruin your life and traumatise you 24/7?
#pjo#rick riordan#pjo fandom#annabeth chase#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#percabeth#percy jackson au#percy jackson headcanon#pjo hoo toa#the last olympian#heros of olympus#rrverse#percy jackson#pjo headcanon#riordanverse#hoo#percyjackson#percy series#percy pjo#percabeth fanfiction#percabeth headcanon
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The next much anticipated Olympian in the AU: Nico di Angelo
#nico di angelo#pjo hoo toa#riordanverse#heroes of olympus#percy jackson#trials of apollo#tsats#olympics au#skateboarding
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The siblings.
#nico di angelo#hazel levesque#nico and hazel#pjo fanart#heroes of olympus#hoo#percy jackson#pjo fandom#fanart#percy jackon and the olympians#did this in a rush sorry#An AU where they stayed on the 20s
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Solangelo hair kiss â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
#gay love#hoo#nico di angelo#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#pjo fandom#pjo hoo toa#will solace#percy jackson fanart#pjo fanart#percy pjo#pjo tv show#percy jackson fandom#percy jackson#hoo au#hoo fandom#heroes of olympus#hoo fanart#solangelo fanart#solangelo headcanon#solangelo#will x nico#will solace fanart#trans nico di angelo#nico di angelo fanart#nico x will#pjo series
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Percy: hey dad⌠Iâve heard some⌠interesting things about you.
Poseidon: huh? What things?
Percy: well Annabeth was talking about some guy named Odysseus and-
Poseidon: *realization* PERCY WHAT EVER ANNABETH SAID IS FAKE!!!
Percy: I donât judge dad, I know youâd do the same if someone one hurt me or Tyson.
Poseidon: *relief* oh, oh yes thatâs it. I killed most of that manâs crew thatâs it. I was a different person back then.
Percy: oh and she also said that you and that dude fu-
Poseidon: WHAT!?
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So @helyeahmangocheese has been cooking this valhalla!valgrace AU, and it's made me think of how amazing and how terrifying Leo and Alex's friendship would be
Bonus: their concerned boyfriends who already know that whatever these two are planning is not gonna end well
#i've been obsessed with this AU for weeks#i actually started this fanart like a month ago and almost gave up on it but i'm glad i didn't#hope you like it#my art#fierrochase#valgrace#jason grace#leo valdez#magnus chase#alex fierro#pjo#pjo fanart#mcga#mcga fanart#pjo hoo#pjo hoo toa#riordanverse#rrverse#riordanverse fanart#percy jackson fandom#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#leo valdez fanart#alex fierro fanart#magnus chase fanart#jason grace fanart#valhalla!valgrace#heroes of olympus#hoo#toa#artist on tumblr
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the ames percabeth multiverse ft @captain-jackson crossover
#art#fanart#pjo#hoo#percabeth#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#sohae#tlg#fanfic#au#my art
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âWhen will you learn to stop and take care of yourself for once?â
#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#percy jackson#pjo#snoelledarts#solangelo au#hospital au� I guess�#idk I have no other ideas for this I was just dicking around
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He's trying his best
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Wisdom And Death - N.R
P: DemiGod!Ni-ki X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Teasing, Sword fighting, Tension, Obsessive Behaviour (no literally), Jealousy if you squint, Park Wonbin Cameo.
Synopsis: Youâve just discovered you're the daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom, and now youâre at Camp Half-Blood. You struggle to surviveâbut now Ni-ki, son of Hades seems to have taken an interest in you.
a/n: already done harry potter, why not try out percy jackson as well? i dont expect this to do good tbh..
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You were a daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and strategy. It was a truth you had only recently learned, and not in the way you might have expected. Your fatherâdistant, aloof, and perpetually overworkedâhad dropped the bombshell on you like it was just another item on his to-do list. For years, he had told you that your mother had died in childbirth, a tragic story youâd grown up swallowing whole. But then, out of nowhere, he decided it was time you knew the truth.
At first, you didnât believe him. Who would? The idea of being the child of a literal goddess sounded absurd, like something out of one of those cheesy fantasy movies you used to watch. But your dad wouldnât let you argue. He brushed off your questions with the same detached efficiency he used for everything else and, before you knew it, you were being shoved into the backseat of a car with a suitcase in one hand and a head full of unanswered questions.
Thatâs how you ended up here: a camp in the middle of the woods with a wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze. You tilted your head to read it, the letters etched deep into the grain: Camp Half-Blood.
"Right," you muttered to yourself. "Because Camp Mythological Heritage wouldâve been too on the nose."
Still, there was no turning back now. With a shrug, you stepped past the entrance and into a world that felt like something out of a fever dream. Kids your ageâand youngerâwere scattered across the campgrounds, each of them doing something more insane than the last. One kid was scaling a rock wall that was on fire, while another sparred with a partner using what looked like actual swords. Over by the lake, a group of campers were... were those horses? No, centaurs. Actual centaurs.
You stood frozen, your mouth slightly ajar. It was like stepping into a fantasy novel. Or a madhouse. You hadnât decided which one yet.
âWell,â you muttered to yourself, âthis is either going to be the best thing that ever happened to me... or the absolute worst.â
You made your way toward the center of the camp, still trying to process the sheer chaos unfolding around you. Everyone seemed so... at home here. But you, well, you felt like an outsider. Your entire life had been one thing, and now it was completely turned upside down. As you walked, you tried to ignore the tiny pit of unease growing in your stomach. This wasnât what you had imagined. Then again, you hadnât imagined much of anything.
Before you could spiral too much, a voice broke through your thoughts. "You must be the daughter of Athena," it said, smooth and calm, yet somehow with a touch of familiarity, as if it had known you your whole life.
You blinked up at the speaker, startled. Standing before you was a centaurâhalf man, half horseâhis chest broad and dignified, and his eyes sharp, like he could see right through you. He was somehow... kind. A strange contrast to the world you had just walked into.
âWelcome,â he continued, extending a hand that you shook uncertainly. âIâm Chiron. I know this must be overwhelming, but weâre here to help.â
You raised an eyebrow. "Chiron? Like, the Chiron from Greek mythology?"
"That would be me," he said with a small chuckle. "But Iâve been around for a long time, you'll find the name a bit more casual in a place like this."
You blinked again, not sure how to react. This wasnât the kind of welcome you had expected, but then again, nothing about this situation was what youâd imagined.
As Chiron began to explain the camp, his words flowed with an ease that made everything sound... normal. Like discovering you were the child of a goddess wasnât as monumental as it seemed. He explained the demigod life with a sense of nonchalance, detailing the training youâd undergo. Everything had a rhythm to it, like a battle plan carefully constructed and laid out.
"Your mother, Athena," he said, his gaze softening for a moment, "she's one of the most revered of the Olympian gods. Intelligence, strategy, wisdomâthey all run through her blood, and now, through yours."
You had to hold back a sigh. Youâd heard about your motherâs legacy, but it felt distant, like a story told to you by someone who didnât quite know the ending. Chiron, however, spoke like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"And here," he gestured grandly, "is where youâll be staying."
You followed his gaze to a modest cabin that seemed to exude an aura of quiet authority. It was simple, yet elegant in its design, with the unmistakable feeling that it had been built for both function and beauty.
âThis is the Athena cabin,â Chiron said, his voice low, respectful. âItâs where the children of Athena reside. Youâll find it to be a place of study, of strategy. And youâll find that, like your mother, you will be expected to think and lead carefully.â
You stood before it, still unsure of how you were supposed to feel. "Iâm supposed to live here now?" you asked, voice almost too small to be your own.
"Yes," Chiron replied, his smile gentle. âAnd while it may take some time to get used to, you'll find that the family you never knew you had is here. The other daughters of Athena will become your sistersâyour allies in this world.â
You nodded, though you couldnât help the doubts swirling in your mind. Could you really belong here? Could you live up to this legacy, to the expectations of a goddess you barely knew?
âCome,â Chiron said, turning toward the cabin. âLetâs get you settled in. And donât worry, weâve all been through this transition. You're not alone.â
The inside of the Athena cabin was everything you expected and more. Rows of bookshelves lined the walls, crammed with texts on strategy, philosophy, mythology, and other subjects you couldnât even begin to comprehend. The air smelled faintly of parchment and ink, with a touch of something herbalâmaybe mint or rosemary. There were maps and blueprints pinned to corkboards, some of them marked with notes in handwriting so precise it could have been printed. A large table dominated the center of the room, strewn with scrolls, chessboards, and what looked like the half-finished plans for a miniature catapult.
Several campers were scattered around the room, their heads bent in concentration. Some were reading, others sketching battle tactics, and a few were locked in intense chess matches. They didnât look up as you entered, but you could feel their awareness. It was as if they had already sized you up without even glancing your way.
âThis is your home now,â Chiron said, his voice low as he gestured around the room. âThe children of Athena value intellect, strategy, and wisdom. Youâll find that everyone here has their own strengths, and soon, youâll discover yours as well.â
You nodded, unsure of what to say. The room was intimidating in a way you couldnât quite put into words. It wasnât the weapons or the books or even the aura of focusâit was the expectation. The unspoken weight that came with being Athenaâs child.
One of the campers finally looked up, a girl with sharp features and dark hair pulled into a braid. She stood, crossing her arms as she approached. âNew kid?â she asked, her tone more curious than unkind. Her eyes seemed to assess you in an instant.
âYes,â Chiron answered before you could. âThis is Athenaâs newest appointed daughter.â
The girlâs expression shifted slightly, softening just enough to put you at ease. She extended a hand. âIâm Sophia. Welcome to the Athena cabin.â
You shook her hand, her grip firm but not overwhelming. âUh, thanks. Iâmââ
âDonât worry,â Sophia interrupted, a small smirk tugging at her lips. âWeâll learn your name soon enough. For now, letâs just focus on getting you settled in.â She turned back to Chiron. âWeâll take it from here.â
Chiron nodded, his expression approving. âGood. Iâll leave you to it, then.â He placed a hand on your shoulder briefly, his presence steadying. âYouâre in good hands here. Iâll check in with you later.â
And with that, he left, his hooves clopping softly against the wooden floor as he disappeared out the door.
Sophia turned back to you, her smirk widening. âWell, newbie, letâs get this over with. Youâll be bunking over here.â She led you to a bed near the back of the cabin, neatly made with gray blankets and pillows. A small wooden trunk sat at the foot of it, clearly meant for your belongings. âItâs not much, but youâll get used to it.â
You set your bag down, glancing around at the other bunks. Everything was organized, almost militaristically so. No stray clothes, no clutterâjust a quiet efficiency that made your own messy habits feel glaringly obvious.
Sophia must have noticed your hesitation because she raised an eyebrow. âDonât worry. We donât bite. Much.â She tilted her head toward the other campers. âMost of us are too busy with our projects to bother anyone. Just donât touch anyoneâs stuff without asking, and youâll be fine.â
You nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed. âSo⌠what now?â
âNow,â Sophia said, crossing her arms again, âyou try to survive. Training starts tomorrow morning, bright and early. Hope youâre ready to learn how to wield a weapon, because monsters wonât care how good you are at chess.â
Your stomach flipped at the mention of monsters, but you tried not to let it show. âGreat,â you muttered. âSounds fun.â
Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. âDonât worry, newbie. Weâve all been where you are. Youâll find your place soon enough.â
With that, she walked off, leaving you alone to process everything. You lay back on the bed, staring up at the wooden ceiling. The sounds of the camp filtered in through the open windowsâlaughter, the clang of swords, the steady rhythm of feet pounding the ground.
You exhaled slowly, trying to let the noises outside soothe the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind. It didnât work. How could it, when the weight of everything that had happened in the past few days pressed down on you like a lead blanket? You were the daughter of a goddess. A literal goddess. How were you supposed to live up to that? You didnât feel particularly wise or strategic. You felt... normal. Average. Like a fish suddenly thrown into a sea of sharks.
A knock on the doorframe startled you out of your thoughts. You sat up quickly, your heart skipping a beat as you looked toward the entrance. A boy stood there, leaning casually against the frame with his arms crossed. His sandy blonde hair was messy, like heâd just come from sparring, and there was a faint smear of dirt on his cheek. He looked about your age, maybe a little older, with an easy confidence that made you feel even more out of place.
âHey,â he said, his voice light but curious. âYouâre the new Athena kid, huh?â
You nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. âUh, yeah. Thatâs me.â
He grinned, pushing off the doorframe and stepping inside. âFigures. Youâve got that look about you.â
You frowned, tilting your head. âWhat look?â
âYou know,â he said, gesturing vaguely, âall serious and... thinking about ten things at once. Classic Athena kid behavior.â
You werenât sure if that was a compliment or not. âAnd you are?â
âJake,â he said, sticking out a hand. âSon of Apollo.â
You hesitated for half a second before shaking his hand. His grip was firm but friendly, and his smile was disarming. âNice to meet you, I guess.â
âGuess?â he repeated with a mock pout. âWow, tough crowd.â
You couldnât help but smile a little, despite yourself. There was something about him that put you at ease, even if his confidence was a little overwhelming.
âSo,â he said, glancing around the cabin before turning back to you, âhowâs your first day going? Overwhelmed yet?â
âMore like completely lost,â you admitted. âI donât even know where to start.â
Jake nodded knowingly. âYeah, thatâs pretty normal. Everyone feels like that at first. But donât worry, youâll get the hang of it. Just... try not to overthink everything. I know itâs, like, in your DNA or whatever, but trust me, this place is way easier to deal with if you just roll with the punches.â
âRight,â you said, not entirely convinced. âEasy for you to say. Youâve probably been here forever.â
âThree years,â he said, shrugging. âBut it feels like forever sometimes. Youâll get used to it, though. And if you ever need someone to show you the ropes, Iâm your guy.â
Before you could respond, there was a loud clang from outside, followed by a chorus of cheers. Jake glanced toward the window, his grin widening.
âLooks like the sparring matches are heating up,â he said. âYou should come watch. Itâs a good way to see what youâre up against.â
You hesitated, glancing back at your bed. Part of you wanted to stay there, to retreat into yourself and avoid the chaos outside for just a little longer. But another part of youâsmaller, quieter, but undeniably thereâwanted to see what this world was really about.
âAlright,â you said finally, standing up. âLead the way.â
Jakeâs grin grew wider, and he gestured for you to follow him. âThatâs the spirit. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, newbie. Time to see what youâre made of.â
You stepped out of the cabin, squinting against the sunlight as Jake led the way toward an open training area. The sounds of sparring filled the airâthe clash of metal against metal, the thud of bodies hitting the ground, and the occasional shout of victory.
The training ground was a wide, dusty circle surrounded by spectators, most of them campers who were either waiting their turn or simply enjoying the show. In the middle, pairs of campers were locked in combat. Some used swords and shields, while some fought barehanded, relying on strength, agility, and strategy to try and knock each other down.
âPretty cool, huh?â Jake said, glancing over his shoulder at you.
You nodded, your eyes wide as you took in the scene. âYeah. Intense, though.â
Jake chuckled. âYou get used to it. Letâs introduce you to some of the gang. Youâre going to be seeing a lot of these faces, so might as well start remembering names.â
He led you over to a group of campers who were sitting on a bench, watching the matches with keen interest. They turned as you approached, their expressions ranging from curious to welcoming.
âThis is Soobin,â Jake said, gesturing to a tall boy with jet-black hair and kind eyes. He offered you a small smile, his voice calm as he spoke. âSon of Apollo.â
You nodded, trying to commit his name and face to memory. âNice to meet you, Soobin.â
Next, Jake pointed to a girl with short, choppy hair dyed a silvery gray. Her arms were crossed, and she had a confident smirk that told you she didnât take herself too seriously. âThis is Chaewon, daughter of Ares. Sheâs one of the best fighters here, so donât get on her bad side.â
Chaewon snorted. âIâm not that scary.â She winked at you. âUnless youâre dumb enough to challenge me, of course.â
You laughed nervously, making a mental note to stay far away from her during sparring sessions.
Jake moved on to a pair of twins who were practically radiating energy. They had identical bright smiles and matching dimples. âThese two are Jiwoo and Jiyeon, daughters of Hermes. If anything goes missing, itâs probably their fault.â
âHey!â Jiyeon protested, though her grin didnât waver. âWeâve been so well-behaved lately.â
âRelatively,â Jiwoo added with a wink.
You couldnât help but smile at their playful energy. âGot it. Keep my stuff locked up.â
âSmart girl,â Jiwoo said approvingly.
Jake led you around the rest of the training ground, introducing you to more campers.
There was Minho, son of Hephaestus, a quiet boy with soot-streaked hands and a shy smile who loved to tinker with weapons and gadgets. âIf you need a custom weapon or armor, come find me,â he said softly.
Then there was Yeji, daughter of Demeter, who was tending to a small garden on the outskirts of the training area. She wiped her hands on her jeans and smiled warmly. âIf camp food gets boring, I can help you find the best fruits and veggies around.â
And finally, Jake introduced you to Seungmin, son of Dionysus, who was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. âGood luck surviving your first week.â
âUh, thanks?â you said, not entirely sure if that was encouragement or a warning.
By the time Jake finished the introductions, your head was spinning with names, faces, and parentage. You did your best to commit them all to memory, but you had a feeling it was going to take a while before you got them all straight.
Jake clapped you on the shoulder, grinning. âNot so bad, right? Everyoneâs pretty chill once you get to know them.â
âSure,â you said, though you still felt a little overwhelmed. âBut itâs a lot to take in.â
âTrust me, youâll be fine,â Jake said confidently. He nodded toward the sparring ring. âNow, want to watch a match or two? Or are you feeling brave enough to give it a try yourself?â
You glanced at the campers sparring in the ring, their movements fast and fierce. Part of you wanted to jump in, to prove to yourself that you could handle this new life. But another part wasnât quite ready.
âI think Iâll stick to watching for now,â you said with a small laugh.
Jake nodded, his grin never fading. âFair enough. Letâs find a good spot, then. Youâre going to want to pay attentionâthereâs a lot you can learn just from watching.â
Jake led you to a shaded spot under a tree with a perfect view of the sparring ring. He plopped down on the ground, motioning for you to do the same. You settled in beside him, your eyes fixed on the action.
"See that?" Jake nudged you, pointing at one of the fighters. "Thatâs Hyunjin, son of Aphrodite."
You nodded, watching as Hyunjin disarmed his opponent with a flourish that looked almost effortless.
The match ended with a loud cheer, and you were about to ask Jake a question when the atmosphere in the training ground shifted as someone new stepped into the ring.
He was tallâeasily the tallest person youâd seen so farâand carried himself with a quiet confidence that was somehow more intimidating than if heâd been loud and boastful. His dark hair fell just over his sharp eyes, and in his hand, he twirled a sword with the kind of ease that made it look like an extension of his arm.
âWhoâs that?â you leaned over and whispered to Jake, unable to tear your eyes away from the newcomer.
Jake followed your gaze and chuckled softly. âThatâs Ni-ki,â he said. âSon of Hades. Donât feel bad if he gives you the chillsâhe does that to everyone.â
You didnât respond. You were too focused on Ni-ki as he stepped into the center of the ring, his gaze cool and unbothered as he sized up his opponent. The person across from him was someone you didnât recognizeâa stocky boy who looked strong but not nearly as composed.
The match began, and from the very first move, it was clear that Ni-ki was on a completely different level. He didnât just fightâhe dominated. His movements were precise, calculated, almost lazy in their efficiency. Every swing of his sword, every step he took, was purposeful. It was like he was playing a game of chess, except the pieces were his opponentâs mistakes, and he was three moves ahead the entire time.
You found yourself holding your breath as you watched. The other boy lunged, swinging his weapon with all his might, but Ni-ki sidestepped effortlessly, his expression bored. With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed the boy, sending his weapon skidding across the ground.
The fight ended in seconds. Ni-ki didnât gloat, didnât smileâhe simply turned and walked away, his sword resting on his shoulder as if it weighed nothing.
The crowd erupted into cheers and murmurs, but you were still frozen in place, your eyes following Ni-ki as he disappeared toward the edge of the training area.
âYou okay?â Jake asked, nudging you lightly.
âYeah,â you said quickly, though your voice felt distant even to your own ears.
Jake smirked knowingly. âYeah, he has that effect on people. Donât let him intimidate you too much, though. Heâs not as scary as he looks.â
You glanced at Jake, raising an eyebrow. âReally?â
âOkay, maybe he is,â Jake admitted with a laugh. âBut heâs not all bad. Heâs just... intense.â
Intense. That felt like an understatement. You looked back toward where Ni-ki had gone, half expecting him to be watching from the shadows. But he was gone, leaving you with a strange, lingering curiosity that you couldnât quite shake.
As the sparring matches wound down, you decided to take the chance to explore more of the camp. There was so much to take inâthe cabins, the armory, the various training areasâit all felt like a strange blend of summer camp and battlefield.
You were just passing by the archery range when something zipped by your head, close enough that you felt the breeze as it passed. You yelped, instinctively ducking as the arrow thudded into a target a few feet away.
âOh my gods, Iâm so sorry!â a voice called out.
You turned toward the source of the voice, your heart still racing, and froze. The guy jogging toward you was... well, there was no other way to put it: stunning. He had soft, wavy hair that caught the sunlight just right, warm brown eyes, and a jawline that looked like it had been carved by one of the gods themselves. Was everyone here this ridiculously attractive?
âUh, itâs okay,â you managed to say, brushing off the shock. âI dodged in time.â
He let out a huff of relief, running a hand through his hair. âPhew. For a second there, I thought Iâd actually hit you. That wouldâve been one heck of a first impression.â
You laughed nervously, trying not to stare too hard. âYeah, not exactly the warmest welcome, but Iâll survive.â
He grinned, his confidence shining through. âStill, almost hitting the newbie? Thatâs got to be a new low for me.â He extended a hand toward you. âIâm Wonbin, son of Aphrodite. And before you say anything, yes, Iâm that good-looking because of my mom. Comes with the territory.â
You couldnât help but smile at his candor as you shook his hand. âIâm Y/N. Daughter of Athena.â
âAh, an Athena kid,â he said, his grin turning into a smirk. âFigures. Youâve got that sharp, calculating look in your eyes. Kind of intimidating, actually.â
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âIntimidating? Me? Youâre the one firing arrows at innocent bystanders.â
Wonbin laughed, the sound light and easy. âFair point. Iâll owe you one for thatâfree archery lessons, maybe? You know, to keep you from dodging arrows next time.â
You rolled your eyes, but the offer didnât sound half-bad. âIâll think about it.â
âDo that,â he said with a wink. âAnyway, I should probably get back to practice before Chiron yells at me again. See you around, newbie.â
As he walked back toward the range, you couldnât help but shake your head with a smile. If nothing else, Camp Half-Blood was full of... colorful personalities.
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Your aimless wandering had brought you to the edge of the camp, where the cabins grew more spaced out and quiet. One cabin in particular caught your attentionâit was darker than the others, its aura foreboding and unnervingly still. The door was closed, and the windows were tinted, making it impossible to see inside. You tilted your head, curiosity tugging at you as you wondered which camper called this place home.
âYouâre pretty far from your cabin.â
The sudden voice made you jump, and you whipped around quickly, heart thudding in your chest.
Oh.
It was Ni-ki.
He stood there like a shadow given form, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light. His expression was unreadable, and he seemed even taller up closeâtowering over you with an intensity that made you instinctively take a step back.
âWhat are you doing out here?â he asked, his voice low and even, though there was a hint of something in his toneâamusement, maybe? Or just curiosity?
You cleared your throat, hoping he didnât notice how startled you were. âI, uh⌠I was just exploring. Didnât mean to wander this far.â
Ni-kiâs gaze flicked to the dark cabin behind you, and for a moment, his expression softenedâjust barely. âThis isnât exactly the friendliest part of camp,â he said. âEspecially for someone new.â
You glanced back at the cabin, suddenly feeling a little foolish for standing there. âWhose cabin is it?â
âItâs mine,â Ni-ki said simply.
Your eyes widened slightly as you looked back at him. âYours? Oh.â
He raised an eyebrow at your reaction, crossing his arms over his chest. âWhat, expecting a skull on the door or something?â
âNo,â you said quickly, then hesitated. âWell, maybe.â
Ni-ki huffed a quiet laugh, though it was more like a sharp exhale. âRelax. Itâs just a cabin, not the gates of the Underworld.â
You werenât entirely sure about that, given the eerie vibe the place gave off, but you decided not to push it. âRight. Sorry for⌠lurking.â
He studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were trying to figure you out. The silence stretched just long enough to feel uncomfortable before he finally spoke again.
âYouâre the new Athena kid, right?â
You nodded. âYeah. Howâd you know?â
âJake doesnât shut up,â he said bluntly, though there was the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
You let out a nervous laugh, unsure of how to respond. Ni-ki didnât seem like the kind of person you could easily readâor impress, for that matter.
âWell,â he said, shifting his weight slightly, âif youâre done wandering, you should probably head back to your cabin. This side of camp isnât exactly the best place to hang out.â
âWhy?â you asked before you could stop yourself.
Ni-kiâs expression darkened, and for a split second, you thought he wasnât going to answer. But then he stepped closerâjust enough to make you aware of how much taller he wasâand said quietly, âLetâs just say not everything here is as safe as it looks.â
A chill ran down your spine at his words, and you swallowed hard, nodding. âGot it. Heading back now.â
Ni-ki stepped aside, gesturing for you to go. As you walked past him, you couldnât help but glance back over your shoulder. He was still standing there, watching you with an unreadable expression, the dark cabin looming behind him like a shadow.
Something about him lingered in your mind as you made your way back to your own cabin.
When you pushed open the door to the Athena cabin and paused. Inside, the girls were gathered in a tight circle on the floor, their heads close together, whispering and giggling in a way that seemed almost conspiratorial. Books, notebooks, and even a small chalkboard sat in the middle of the ring, covered in scrawled notes and diagrams.
The moment you stepped in, all eyes turned to you. You froze under their collective gaze, unsure of whether youâd just walked into something secret or sacred.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked hesitantly, glancing between them.
Sophia, the girl whoâd first greeted you when you arrived, smiled and gestured for you to sit beside her. âCome join us. Weâre just quizzing each otherâitâs kind of a thing we do regularly.â
You hesitated for a moment before shrugging and stepping forward. Sophia shifted to make space for you, and as you sat down, you noticed the mix of curiosity and warmth in the girlsâ faces.
âWeâll start a new round for you,â said Haewon, her voice steady but kind. She had a book open in her lap, the pages filled with notes in tiny, precise handwriting. âDo you want to give it a try?â
âSure,â you said, unsure of what exactly you were getting yourself into but willing to play along.
Ryujin grinned, leaning back on her hands. âAlright, letâs see if the new girl can keep up.â
Yunjin nudged her with a playful glare. âBe nice.â
The first question came from Soyeon, who looked at you with sharp, calculating eyes. âWho was the mother of Perseus?â
Your brain scrambled for the answer, and you barely managed to get it out. âDanaĂŤ.â
Soyeon nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. âGood. Next.â
The questions came rapid-fire after that, bouncing between Greek mythology, mathematical equations, Roman history, and even abstract, theoretical problems.
âWhatâs the square root of 729?â
â27.â
âWho was the first Roman emperor?â
âAugustus.â
âIf a tree falls in the forest and no oneâs around to hear it, does it make a sound?â
ââŚUh, depends on your definition of âsound.ââ
The girls laughed at that one, even Leeseo, who had been scribbling furiously in a notebook the entire time.
Every time you got an answer right, you felt a surge of pride, and when you got one wrong, the girls explained it without a hint of judgment.
Sophia leaned over at one point, nudging you with her shoulder. âYouâre doing better than I did my first time.â
âReally?â you asked, half-laughing as Haewon fired off another question about theoretical physics.
âReally,â Sophia said with a grin. âYouâll fit right in.â
You had proven it to yourself. You were one of them.
--
The morning light filtered through the trees, as you stood in the training area, still feeling the weight of the armor strapped to your body. It wasnât muchâlight armor, a sword, and a shieldâbut it was enough to make you feel like you were suddenly expected to be someone else, someone capable of defending themselves.
You awkwardly adjusted the straps, wondering just how much of a disaster your first training session would be. You didnât even know what to do with the sword yetâlet alone how to hold the shield properly.
Thatâs when you felt itâsomeoneâs gaze on you. You turned, and your eyes locked with a guy standing just a few paces away. You recognized him immediately. It was hard not toâhe was a son of Ares, and he looked the part. Broad-shouldered, with a sharp, aggressive expression, his dark eyes narrowed as he sized you up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âAre you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to learn how to use that thing?â he called out, his tone sharp, almost challenging.
You straightened up, heart racing. âUh⌠Iâm not really sure what to doâŚâ
He snorted, clearly unimpressed. âYeah, I figured. Donât worry, kid. Youâre about to find out.â
Before you could react, he was on youâhis movements swift and brutal as he lunged forward, his sword aimed directly at your chest. You barely had time to raise your shield, the force of the blow almost knocking you off your feet.
Your heart pounded in your ears, and for a moment, you wondered if you should just give upâif maybe you werenât cut out for this. But then, a quiet voice in the back of your mind reminded you who your mother was. Athena. Goddess of wisdom and strategy. You werenât just any camper here. You had the blood of a warrior in you, even if it felt distant.
âFocus,â you whispered to yourself, trying to steady your breathing.
The son of Ares swung again, but this time you were ready. You sidestepped, your body moving almost instinctively as your shield blocked the next attack. You could feel the heat from his strikes, the raw power behind each one.
âNot bad,â he grunted, clearly surprised by your ability to dodge. âBut donât just blockâcounterattack!â
Counterattack. You barely had time to think before another strike came at you, but this time, your instincts took over. You shifted, raising your sword and parrying his strike. It wasnât perfect, but it was enough to push him off balance. You swung back, though he easily blocked it with his own shield.
This continued for a few more rounds, the fight becoming more of a dance between the two of you, until you found yourself growing more comfortable, your movements becoming sharper and more deliberate. The son of Ares didnât give you an inch, but you were beginning to see the patterns in his strikesâpredicting where his next attack would come from, even as your breath grew heavier.
You didnât win the sparring matchâhe was still faster, stronger, and more experiencedâbut by the time it ended, you felt greatful to be alive.
âNot bad for a newbie,â the son of Ares said, stepping back and giving you a nod of approval. âYouâve got some guts.â
You wiped the sweat from your brow, your heart still racing. âI... I didnât think I could do that.â
He gave you a look that was almost approving, though his face still carried that rough edge. âYouâre a daughter of Athena, right? You shouldâve known you had it in you.â
You nodded, though doubt still lingered in the back of your mind. Were you really your motherâs daughter? Sure, youâd dodged and blocked the attacks, but did that make you a true warrior?
The son of Ares turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your sword in hand and your shield still raised, as the sounds of camp life continued around you.
Just as you were trying to catch your breath, still processing the son of Aresâ brutal training session, you heard a voiceâa familiar, mocking tone that sent a shiver down your spine.
âWell, well, looks like youâre still standing,â Ni-ki said, his voice smooth and teasing.
You looked up, and there he was. He was dressed in light armor like you, a sword and shield strapped to his side, his posture relaxed as he twirled his sword in his hand, almost as if he were showing off. The corner of his lips curled into a smirk as he locked eyes with you.
âWhat? Youâre gonna just stand there?â Ni-ki teased, his tone light but laced with challenge.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could even form a sentence, Ni-ki moved.
His sword came down fast and hard, the sharp clang of metal on metal ringing through the air as you barely managed to raise your shield in time to deflect the blow. Your heart raced, your hands still shaky from the last sparring session, and now here he wasâmoving with a confidence and skill that was hard to match.
âCome on, I thought Athenaâs kids were supposed to be smarter than this,â Ni-ki called out, his voice laced with amusement as he swung again. You had no choice but to dodge, the blade narrowly missing your side.
His attacks came rapid-fire, each one pushing you to the edge. It was like he was anticipating every move you made. You were barely keeping up, forced to sidestep and block with everything you had. He kept moving, his footwork impeccable as he darted around you, only giving you brief moments to catch your breath.
âCome on, youâre not still getting outclassed, are you?â Ni-ki called, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he swung again. You could feel the heat of the sword as it sliced through the air.
Frustration burned in your chest. You couldnât keep dodging forever.
Without hesitation, you swung your sword at him, a wild, almost desperate strike aimed at his torso.
Ni-ki parried the blow effortlessly, deflecting it with a flick of his wrist. Then, he stopped and actually clapped.
âWell, at least youâre trying now,â he said, his smirk widening.
You froze for a moment, bewildered by his nonchalant attitude. Before you could process, he vanished.
One second he was in front of you, and the nextâhe was behind you. You didnât even have time to react before you felt the lightest push to your back, and you were sent tumbling to the ground.
You gasped, staring up at Ni-ki as he stood over you. âWhat⌠what was that?â
Ni-ki simply raised an eyebrow, his gaze cool and almost bored. âThat? Oh, just a little trick I picked up from my dad.â
Your mind raced, trying to comprehend what had just happened. âA trick?â you asked, still on the ground, trying to push yourself up.
âYeah,â he said, his voice casual. âItâs an ability. Using shadows to teleport short distances, just like that.â
Your eyes widened in disbelief. Teleporting? From his father, Hades? It was the kind of power youâd only heard about in stories, something that seemed impossible to even imagine.
âRightâŚâ you muttered, still on the ground, looking up at him in a mix of awe and frustration.
Ni-ki simply shrugged, his expression unreadable. âNot bad, though. Youâll catch up eventually. If you donât want to end up on the floor every time.â
With that, he turned on his heel and walked off, leaving you sitting there in the dirt, your sword and shield at your side. You could feel the sting of both your physical exhaustion and your bruised pride.
He made it look so easyâeffortless.
You stood up, brushing off the dirt from your armor with a frustrated sigh, your fingers lingering on the spots where the ground had scraped your skin. You were still catching your breath, but it was clearâcombat wasnât going to be your immediate strong suit, not like it was for some of the others.
âYeah, I may have a long way to go with combat,â you muttered under your breath, âbut thereâs still other stuff Iâm good at.â
That thought pushed you forward, and soon you were walking toward the archery range, a small glimmer of determination lighting the way. The bow had always felt more natural to you than the sword and shield, even before you knew about your mother.
The sound of arrows hitting targets echoed through the area as you arrived. The archery range was lined with targets, some already peppered with arrows, others waiting for their turn. A few campers were already practicing, some with impressive skill, others just beginning to find their rhythm.
You walked to one of the nearby racks, grabbing a bow and quiver of arrows. It was lighter than you remembered, but sturdy in your hands. You took a moment to steady yourself, feeling the familiar grip, testing the tension in your fingers.
"Mind if I join?" you asked, glancing at the nearest archerâa tall, lean girl with long black hair who was effortlessly nailing the bullseye on her target.
She turned to you, her eyes scanning your form before giving a small nod. âSure, go ahead.â
You didnât say anything more. You simply nocked an arrow, drew it back, and aimed. Your focus sharpened, everything around you fading away as you lined up your shot. A deep breath, and then you released the arrow.
It flew true, hitting the target dead center.
The girl raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. âOkay, I admit it. Youâve got skill.â
You couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips. It wasnât combat, but thisâthat felt like something you could excel at.
âThanks,â you said, adjusting your stance and preparing for another shot. âIâve always been better with a bow.â
You didnât have the strength or speed that the others seemed to carry so naturally, but this was something you could control, something that felt more like you.
For a while, you just kept shooting, blocking out everything except the pull of the string, the release, and the thrill of hitting your target. It was grounding, in a way.
After a few more rounds, the girl who had been watching you approached again. She was still eyeing your shots, but this time with more interest.
âYouâve got good instincts,â she said, a hint of respect in her voice. âIâm Emily, daughter of Ares.â
You smiled at her, setting down the bow for a moment. âNice to meet you. Iâm Y/N. Daughter of Athena.â
Seoyeon nodded. âI can see that. You definitely have the focus of your mom.â
You didnât know if it was a compliment or just an observation, but it felt like the first time someone actually saw the connection between you and Athena in a positive way.
âThanks,â you said again, feeling a sense of pride. Maybe you still had a lot to prove, but you were starting to see the things you were good at.
A few days passed, and youâd settled into a routine at Camp Half-Blood. Though you werenât great with a sword yet, youâd at least stopped embarrassing yourself entirely.
One morning, while heading back from the archery range, you spotted a familiar face lounging near the stables. Wonbin. He wasnât holding a bow this time, nor was he causing chaos by almost hitting you with an arrow. Instead, he was leaning against a post, his arms crossed casually as he watched a group of campers walk by.
You hesitated for a moment before walking over, unsure of what to expect.
"Still dodging arrows, or have you gotten better?" he teased as you approached, a playful grin spreading across his face.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the small smile tugging at your lips. âIâm not dodging anything anymore. And, for the record, Iâm actually pretty good with a bow.â
âOh, I know. I saw you at the range yesterday,â he said, surprising you. âNot bad for a newbie.â
âWow, high praise coming from you,â you shot back, crossing your arms.
Wonbin laughed, the sound light and easy, and for a moment, you realized just how relaxed he seemed compared to some of the other campers.
âYouâre fun to mess with, you know,â he said, tilting his head slightly. âBut Iâm not just here to tease you. You looked a little stiff when you were sparring the other day. Want some help?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âYou want to help me?â
âWhy not? Someoneâs gotta make sure you donât embarrass yourself in front of everyone,â he said with a wink. âBesides, Iâm a great teacher.â
You snorted but nodded. âAlright, fine. Show me what youâve got.â
The two of you made your way to the training grounds, where it was surprisingly quiet for the time of day. Wonbin handed you a wooden training sword, the weight of it familiar but still slightly awkward in your hand.
âOkay, first things first,â Wonbin said, stepping in front of you. âStop gripping it like itâs a lifeline. Youâre not strangling the sword. Loosen up a bit.â
You adjusted your grip, and he nodded in approval.
âGood. Now, letâs see how you move.â
He took you through a few basic drills, correcting your stance and showing you how to shift your weight when you swung. Unlike the other demigods, Wonbin was patient. He didnât push too hard or make you feel like you were failing every time you messed up. Instead, he laughed when you tripped over your own feet and offered encouragement when you got it right.
âYouâre getting there,â he said after a particularly decent swing. âBut youâre thinking too much. Stop trying to overanalyze every move.â
âThinking is kind of my thing,â you muttered, adjusting your stance again.
âWell, turn it off for a bit. Just feel the movement. Trust me, itâll click eventually.â
And to your surprise, it did start to click. Slowly but surely, the awkwardness of holding a sword began to fade, replaced by a sense of control you hadnât felt before.
âYouâre actually pretty good at this,â you admitted after a while, lowering your sword to wipe the sweat from your brow.
âTold you Iâm a great teacher,â Wonbin said with a smirk. âBut youâre not bad yourself. Youâve got potential. Just stop overthinking.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âEasier said than done.â
The two of you sat down for a break, and you found yourself relaxing in his company. Wonbin was suprisingly easy to talk to.
âYou know,â you said after a moment, âyouâre actually kind of fun to be around. When youâre not shooting arrows at me, I mean.â
Wonbin grinned, leaning back on his hands. âIâll take that as a compliment. And, for the record, I wasnât trying to hit you. Just keeping you on your toes.â
âSure you were,â you said, rolling your eyes.
While laughing at one of Wonbinâs jokes, you suddenly felt a strange sensation, like the weight of someoneâs gaze on you. It was sharp, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. You turned your head, scanning the area, and thatâs when your eyes locked onto him.
Ni-ki.
He was leaning casually against a tree not far from the training grounds, an apple in one hand as he bit into it with an air of complete indifference. But his eyes told a different story. He wasnât just looking at you; he was staring.
For a moment, you froze, caught in his intense gaze. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way he was watching you that made your stomach flip.
âUh, hello?â Wonbinâs voice broke through your thoughts. âYou still with me, or did you just see a ghost?â
You blinked, tearing your eyes away from Ni-ki to look back at Wonbin. âWhat? No, Iâm fine. Just⌠thought I saw something.â
Wonbin followed your gaze and immediately caught sight of Ni-ki. He let out a low whistle. âOhhh, I see. Tall, dark, and broody over there, huh? Thatâs Ni-ki for you. Likes to stare people down for no reason. Donât let him get to you.â
âIâm not letting him get to me,â you said quickly, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you.
Wonbin grinned, clearly amused. âSure, sure. Just saying, heâs got that whole mysterious bad boy thing going on, doesnât he? Itâs kind of his signature.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but your curiosity was already piqued. Without realizing it, your gaze drifted back to Ni-ki.
This time, he smirked. Just the faintest twitch of his lips, but it was there, and it made your heart skip a beat. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Wonbin caught the exchange and snorted. âOh, this is gonna be interesting. You two havenât even talked yet, have you?â
âNot really,â you admitted, feeling a little self-conscious.
âWell, you better get used to it,â Wonbin said, leaning back on his hands. âNi-ki doesnât just stare at people for fun. If heâs looking at you like that, heâs either curious or heâs decided youâre worth messing with. Either way, good luck.â
You swallowed hard, stealing one last glance at Ni-ki before turning your attention back to Wonbin.
âYeah, thanks,â you muttered, trying to shake the strange mix of nerves and intrigue Ni-ki had sparked in you.
You found yourself staring back at Ni-ki, unable to stop. His gaze was unwavering, sharp, and entirely unapologetic. There was a challenge in it, though you couldnât tell what kind. Instead of looking away, you tilted your head slightly, trying to match his intensity, as if silently asking, What? What do you want?
Ni-ki took another bite of his apple, his eyes never leaving yours. That smirk tugged at his lips again, subtle but undeniably there, like he found your silent defiance amusing.
Meanwhile, Wonbin was still talking. Something about strategy, sparring tips, or maybe camp gossipâyou werenât really sure. His voice had faded into the background, your attention too firmly locked on Ni-ki.
â...and thatâs why you never spar with a son of Hermes if theyâre smiling,â Wonbin said with a laugh, nudging your arm lightly. âYou listening?â
âMm-hmm,â you mumbled, not breaking eye contact with Ni-ki.
Wonbin followed your line of sight and let out a low chuckle. âYouâre still looking at him? Wow, heâs really got you hooked, huh?â
That snapped you out of it. You turned back to Wonbin, your cheeks heating up. âIâm notâ! I was justâ!â
Wonbin grinned, cutting you off with a knowing look. âRelax, Iâm just messing with you. But seriously, if youâre gonna have a staring contest with Ni-ki, you better prepare to lose."
You glanced back toward the tree, but Ni-ki was no longer leaning there. He had disappeared, as silently as heâd been watching you, leaving nothing behind but the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.
âSee? Creepy, right?â Wonbin said, shaking his head. âHeâs like a shadow.â
You frowned, a mix of confusion and curiosity bubbling in your chest. âHeâs⌠something, alright.â
Wonbin laughed and stood, brushing dirt off his pants. âCome on. If you keep thinking about him, youâll drive yourself crazy. Letâs hit the dining pavilion before lunch is gone.â
You followed him, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Ni-ki. There was something about him, something you couldnât quite put your finger on.
--
You swore life had a vendetta or something against you. Beacuse no matter where you went, no matter how much you tried to focus on your surroundings, he was there.
It wasnât just his presence that was getting to youâit was how he lived in your head now, too. Every time your mind wandered, it seemed to settle on him.
Ni-ki, leaning against a tree.
Ni-ki, passing by with that ever-present smirk.
Ni-ki, sparring in the distance and throwing a glance your way like he knew youâd been watching.
It was irritating, frustrating, and honestly a little confusing. You didnât even know the guy, but somehow, heâd gotten under your skin.
Finally, you decided you needed to clear your head. Without telling anyone, you set off on a walk, leaving the noisy heart of camp behind. The greenery stretched out around you, tall trees swaying gently in the breeze. It was quiet here, save for the rustling of leaves and the occasional birdcall.
You didnât have a destination in mind, nor did you need one. All you wanted was space to breathe, to think without distractions, without Ni-ki lurking in your peripheral vision.
The further you walked, the more you began to relax. The sunlight filtering through the leaves painted dappled patterns on the ground, and the earthy smell of the forest calmed your racing thoughts.
You found yourself stopping by a small clearing, where the grass was soft and the air felt lighter. Sitting down, you let out a long sigh, letting yourself unwind. For the first time in days, your mind felt quiet.
But of course, the peace didnât last.
âRunning away from something?â
The voice was low, smooth, and instantly recognizable. Your eyes shot open, and sure enough, there he wasâNi-ki, standing at the edge of the clearing, hands tucked casually into his pockets.
You groaned, throwing your head back. âSeriously? Do you just appear everywhere, or do you follow me on purpose?â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âWhy would I follow you? Youâre the one who always looks at me.â
Your cheeks flushed, and you scrambled to your feet. âI do not always look at you!â
Ni-ki stepped closer, the smirk on his face growing. âYou sure about that?â
âYes!â you snapped, though the heat in your face betrayed you.
For a moment, he said nothing, just studying you with that unreadable expression of his. Then, he shrugged. âIf you say so.â
âWhy are you even here?â you asked, crossing your arms. âDonât you have someone else to bother?â
Ni-ki shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling up in that signature smirk. âProbably. But whereâs the fun in that?â
He started walking, slow and deliberate, circling around you like a predator sizing up its prey. His steps were light, almost lazy, but his eyesâsharp and darkânever left yours.
âYou make it too easy,â he continued, his tone teasing. âThe way you get all flustered? Kind of entertaining.â
Your arms tightened over your chest as you turned to keep him in your line of sight. âIâm not flustered.â
He stopped just behind you, leaning in slightly. âYou sure about that?â
The hair on the back of your neck stood up as his voice dropped lower, teasing and amused. You spun around to face him, trying to hold your ground.
âYes, Iâm sure!â you snapped, glaring at him.
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. âAlright, if you say so.â He resumed his slow pacing, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. âBut, you know, youâre kind of fun to mess with.â
You groaned, running a hand through your hair. âWhy me, though? There are literally dozens of other people you could annoy.â
âTrue,â he said, tilting his head as if he were considering it. âBut theyâre boring. Youâre⌠different.â
âDifferent how?â you demanded, narrowing your eyes at him.
He stopped in front of you, leaning slightly to meet your gaze. âI havenât figured that out yet,â he said, his voice soft but still laced with that infuriating teasing edge. âBut I will.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but he stepped back, cutting you off before you could speak.
âAnyway,â he said casually, stretching his arms over his head, âdonât let me stop you from enjoying your little walk.â
He turned to leave, but just as he passed by, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. âTry not to miss me too much.â
Your jaw dropped, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, âMiss you? Iââ
But Ni-ki was already walking away, his soft laughter trailing behind him as he disappeared into the trees.
You stood there, fists clenched at your sides, your face burning with frustration. âUnbelievable,â you muttered under your breath, walking away while muttering a string of complaints that only the trees around you could hear. âUnbelievable. Who does he think he is? âTry not to miss me too much.â Ugh, Iâll show him whoâs missing who.â You kicked at a stray rock on the path, watching it skitter off into the grass.
Your footsteps were heavier now, fueled by frustration, and your face was still hot from the way Ni-ki had managed to get under your skin again. It wasnât just his teasing; it was how effortlessly he seemed to read you, like he knew exactly which buttons to press to rile you up.
âStupid smirk. Stupid comments. Stupid Ni-ki,â you mumbled, rolling your eyes. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didnât realize you were stomping deeper into the forest until the sound of laughter and chatter from camp faded into the distance.
You stopped, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. The forest around you was quiet and peaceful, the sunlight filtering softly through the trees. It was supposed to help, but instead, your mind kept replaying the look on his faceâthe way his smirk seemed permanently etched there, like he knew heâd won whatever game he thought you were playing.
You let out a frustrated groan and plopped down on a mossy rock. âWhy does he even care?â you muttered, staring at the ground. âWhy canât he just leave me alone?â
The forest offered no answers, just the distant rustle of leaves in the breeze. You stayed there for a moment, trying to push thoughts of Ni-ki out of your head. But of course, it was easier said than done.
After a while, you sighed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your clothes. âFine. Whatever. Let him play his little games,â you said, mostly to yourself. âIâve got better things to do than worry about him.â
With that, you turned back toward camp, determined to focus on literally anything other than Ni-ki. But as you walked, you couldnât help but feel like this wasnât the last time heâd find a way to cross your pathâand your thoughts.
And you stuck to your decision. You ignored Ni-ki completely, refusing to give him even a shred of your attention. No glances, no responses, no reactions. If he was leaning against a tree in your line of sight, youâd look the other way. If he passed by during training, youâd keep your eyes locked on your target. If he tried to make one of his smug comments, youâd act like he wasnât even there.
It wasnât easyâhe had a way of commanding attention whether you wanted to give it to him or notâbut you were determined to win this silent battle.
But of course, Ni-ki figured out your plan quickly.
And now? Now he seemed more determined than ever to get under your skin.
âAwfully quiet today, arenât you?â heâd say as he casually strolled by during your sword training, his voice laced with amusement.
Youâd grit your teeth and keep practicing, ignoring him completely.
âOh, come on, are we doing the whole âsilent treatmentâ thing now?â he teased another time, walking alongside you as you headed to the dining pavilion.
You didnât even glance at him, speeding up your steps instead. He just chuckled, easily matching your pace.
And the more you ignored him, the harder he tried.
Heâd pop up in the middle of your archery sessions, leaning casually against a tree just within your peripheral vision. He never said anything, just stood there with that maddening smirk, watching you until you missed a shot.
âLooks like youâre distracted,â heâd comment, his tone smug.
Still, you wouldnât take the bait.
But Ni-ki didnât give up.
One afternoon, during a strategy session with your cabinmates, you were deep in thought, discussing battle plans with Sophia when you heard a familiar voice behind you.
âI bet I could come up with something better,â Ni-ki said casually.
You tensed but kept your eyes on the map in front of you.
Sophia glanced between the two of you, her brows raised. âUh⌠should we be concerned about this?â
âNo,â you replied firmly, not even turning around.
Ni-ki leaned closer, his presence annoyingly obvious even though you refused to look at him. âReally? Youâre just going to ignore me like that?â
âYes,â you snapped before you could stop yourself.
Damn it.
Ni-ki straightened up, a victorious grin spreading across his face. âAh, there you are. I was starting to think Iâd lost my touch.â
You glared at him now, your resolve cracking. âWhat do you want, Ni-ki?â
He shrugged, his grin never fading. âNothing, really. Just nice to know youâre still paying attention.â
You groaned and turned back to the map, pointedly ignoring his laughter as he walked away.
--
From the moment Ni-ki first laid eyes on you, something inside him shiftedâsomething he didnât recognize, didnât fully understand, but couldnât ignore. You were standing there, looking so out of place in your awkwardness, clutching a sword and shield like you had no idea what to do with them. You didnât seem particularly strong, or fast, or even confident. And yet, he couldnât stop staring.
It wasnât just the way you lookedâthough that certainly didnât hurt. There was something about your presence, something about the way you held yourself, even when you were nervous and uncertain. You didnât cower, didnât shrink away. You were stubborn in a way that amused and intrigued him.
Ni-ki had never believed in love at first sight. His father made it very clear that loveâreal loveâwas a dangerous thing, a distraction at best, a weakness at worst. But this? Whatever this was? It wasnât weakness.
It was craving.
The kind of craving that gnawed at him, that made his chest tighten and his mind race. He wanted you, needed you, and it wasnât just physicalâthough that was certainly part of it. It was deeper than that, more consuming. He wanted to know you, to unravel every layer of who you were, to understand what made you tick.
And he wanted to own you.
Not in a controlling, possessive way (or maybe it was, a little), but in the way that he wanted you to think of him the same way he thought of you. He wanted to occupy your every thought, to haunt your dreams and distract you during the day.
The rational part of himâthe part that listened to his fatherâs warnings and tried to follow the unspoken rulesâknew he shouldnât feel this way. It was dangerous. Relationships between demigods were complicated enough, and this? This felt like it had the potential to destroy him.
But Ni-ki didnât care.
Screw his fatherâs advice. Screw the rules. Heâd never cared much for them anyway. All that mattered was you.
At first, he tried to keep his distance, watching from afar as you stumbled your way through camp life. He thought he could resist it, thought he could just⌠observe. But that only made it worse. The more he saw youâthe way you laughed with others, the determined furrow of your brow during training, the moments when you thought no one was looking and let your guard downâthe more he wanted you.
No, not wanted. Needed.
So he started testing you. Little things, at first. A teasing comment here, a smirk there, just to see how youâd react. And when you fired back, when you glared at him with that spark of defiance in your eyes, it only made him want you more.
You didnât shy away from him like others did. You didnât try to impress him or avoid him. You stood your ground, even when you were clearly annoyedâor flustered.
That was when he knew he was done for.
Was it love? Infatuation? Obsession? Ni-ki didnât know, and he didnât care to figure it out. All he knew was that you consumed him, and no amount of time or distance seemed to lessen the pull you had on him.
He couldnât help it. You were the challenge he couldnât resist, the flame he couldnât stop himself from chasing.
And one way or another, he was going to have you. Even if it meant burning himself in the process.
--
You hadnât really delved much into Greek mythology before. Sure, youâd heard the basicsâZeus, Hera, Poseidonâbut the details? The stories? All the little quirks and scandals of the gods? None of that had ever crossed your radar. But now, you decided it was better late than never.
So, you borrowedâor, well, stoleâa few books from one of your half-sisters. She probably wouldnât miss them for a while anyway. Clutching the worn leather covers to your chest, you found a quiet place by the water, a spot where the trees cast long shadows and the sound of the camp faded into the background.
Settling down on a smooth rock, you cracked open the first book, its pages yellowed and filled with ornate text. As you began reading, the stories unfolded like vivid dreams in your mind. The gods were⌠messy, to put it lightly. Petty, dramatic, and surprisingly human for beings who supposedly ruled the cosmos.
It was fascinating, though. Each page gave you a little more insight into the world you were now a part ofâthe powers at play, the legacy you carried. You lingered on the pages about Athena, your mother. The goddess of wisdom, strategy, and war.
You ran a finger over an illustration of her, dressed in shining armor, an owl perched on her shoulder. It was hard to believe you had any connection to her. She seemed so⌠perfect. So otherworldly. How could someone like that have a daughter like you?
Lost in thought, you barely noticed the sound of footsteps behind you until a shadow fell over the pages of your book.
"Stealing books now? Youâre full of surprises," a familiar voice drawled.
You didnât need to look up to know who it was.
âNi-ki,â you sighed, your tone flat. âWhat do you want?â
He crouched beside you, his sword dangling lazily from his belt, an apple in his handâagain. He took a bite and chewed slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
âJust curious,â he said, tilting his head to look at the book in your lap. âAh, some light reading i see?â
You ignored him, turning the page and pretending to focus on the words in front of you. But you could feel his eyes on you, studying you like you were some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve.
After a moment of silence, he leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours. âSo, what are you reading about? Your mom?â
You gave him a sideways glance. âWhatâs it to you?â
He shrugged, taking another bite of his apple. âJust wondering if youâre finally starting to take this whole âdemigodâ thing seriously.â
âIâve always taken it seriously,â you shot back.
âSure,â he said, his smirk widening. âThatâs why youâre hiding out here instead of training.â
You snapped the book shut and turned to glare at him. âDo you ever get tired of bothering me?â
Ni-ki leaned back on his heels, his grin never fading. âNot really. You make it fun.â
You were about to turn and fire off a snarky comeback, something sharp to wipe that smug grin off his face, but the words got caught in your throat the moment you saw how close he was to you now.
When did he get so close?
Ni-ki had been leaning back a second ago, but now he was right there, barely a breath away. You could see the faint scar on his jawline, the sharp curve of his cheekbones, the way his dark eyes seemed to glint with something unreadable. It wasnât just the physical proximity that unsettled youâit was the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.
Your body stiffened, unsure whether to step back or hold your ground, but your body refused to move. You told yourself it was irritation, frustration with his endless teasing, but deep down, you werenât so sure.
âCat got your tongue?â Ni-ki asked softly, his voice low and teasing, but it didnât carry the same playful edge as before. His gaze flicked to your lips for the briefest of moments before meeting your eyes again, his expression unreadable.
You blinked, finally snapping out of whatever strange trance youâd fallen into. âWhatâwhat are you doing?â you managed to ask, though your voice came out quieter than youâd intended.
Ni-ki tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curving into that maddening smirk. âJust wondering what itâd take to finally shut you up,â he murmured, his tone light but carrying an underlying intensity that made your stomach flip.
You opened your mouth to say somethingâanythingâbut the words died on your tongue when a voice interrupted from behind.
âHey, uh⌠am I interrupting something?â
Both you and Ni-ki turned at the same time, and there stood Wonbin, looking between the two of you with a slightly raised eyebrow. His expression was casual enough, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he took in the scene.
He didnât linger on Ni-ki for long, though. His gaze settled on you, softening as he asked, âDo you want to grab something to eat? I was just heading to the pavilion, and, well⌠figured Iâd ask if you wanted to come along.â
His voice held a hopeful edge, and you didnât even hesitate.
âYes!â you said, a little too quickly. You scrambled to your feet, brushing off the dirt and leaves. âAbsolutely, Iâm starving.â
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, his smirk twitching as if he were trying to stifle a laugh. âStarving, huh?â he drawled, his tone dripping with amusement.
You shot him a glare but didnât dignify him with a response. Instead, you walked over to Wonbin, grabbed his arm, and practically dragged him away before Ni-ki could say anything else.
âLetâs go,â you said, your voice a little sharper than intended as you pulled Wonbin toward the direction of the dining pavilion.
As you walked away, you could feel Ni-kiâs gaze burning into your back. You refused to look over your shoulder, but you didnât have to. You could already picture the smug expression on his face, and it only made you grip Wonbinâs arm tighter.
Wonbin glanced down at you, a little surprised but clearly pleased. âWow, I didnât think youâd say yes that fast,â he said with a small chuckle. âGuess you were hungrier than I thought.â
You managed a smile, though your mind was still racing from the tension youâd just escaped. âYeah, something like that,â you muttered, trying to shake off the lingering heat in your cheeks.
Wonbin didnât press, simply walking beside you and chatting about something lightâcamp rumors, training schedules, the usual.
--
Ni-ki watched as you walked away, dragging Wonbin by the arm, your laughter drifting faintly on the breeze. It wasnât loud or directed at him, but it still gnawed at him in a way that made his jaw clench.
Something primal and possessive stirred deep in his chest, demanding he actârun after you, grab your wrist, pull you away from Wonbin, from anyone, and keep you hidden where only he could reach you. The thought sent a dangerous thrill through him. He could do it. He had the power, the determination, the will.
But no. Not yet.
He leaned back against the tree, biting into the apple in his hand to mask the frustration clawing its way to the surface. His dark eyes stayed fixed on your retreating form, lingering on the way your head tilted toward Wonbin as if he deserved your attention, as if he could actually be worth something to you.
The thought was laughable.
Wonbin was nothing. Just another pretty face with a bow in hand. He didnât know youânot the way Ni-ki did, not the way Ni-ki could. Wonbin didnât see the sharp wit hidden behind your hesitance, the way your eyes lit up with determination when you put your mind to something, or the rare, fleeting smiles you gave when you thought no one was looking.
Ni-ki saw all of it. He memorized every moment, every word, every glance you spared him, even if it was in irritation. And the more he saw, the more he needed.
No, Wonbin couldnât make you happy. Not the way Ni-ki could.
Ni-kiâs grip tightened on the apple, the fruit cracking under the pressure of his fingers. Heâd go to the Underworld and back for youâliterally, if it came to that. It was his realm, after all. His father may have warned him against becoming attached to others, especially demigods, but Ni-ki didnât care. Whether it was love or infatuation didnât matter. All he knew was that you belonged to him, and one day, youâd realize it too.
You just needed⌠a little push.
Ni-kiâs lips curved into a slow, dark smile as he took another bite of the apple, his gaze never leaving the direction youâd gone.
He could wait. He was patient, after all.
But heâd make sure you saw it soon enough. That he was better than any other guy in camp, better than Wonbin, better than anyone who thought they could have a place in your life.
And when that moment came, when you finally saw him for what he truly wasâyoursâthere wouldnât be anything or anyone that could take you away from him.
Ni-ki stayed by the tree long after you disappeared from view, his fingers idly turning the half-eaten apple over in his hand. His mind raced with thoughts of you, each one tightening the knot of desire and obsession in his chest.
He could picture it so clearlyâthe moment when youâd finally stop running from him, stop looking at him like he was some bothersome shadow in your life. One day, youâd see him as he saw you. One day, youâd understand that no one else could ever care for you, protect you, love you the way he could.
He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to relax. There was no need to rush. The more you resisted him now, the more satisfying it would be when you eventually gave in.
Ni-ki tilted his head to the side, his dark eyes glinting with quiet determination. He knew what he needed to do.
First, heâd let you play your little gameâignoring him, giving your attention to others like Wonbin. It was amusing in its own way, watching you try to distance yourself from him, as if that would somehow change the pull between you.
Then, when the time was right, heâd push. Not too hard, not enough to scare you, but just enough to remind you who was really worth your time.
And finally? Heâd make sure you understood that he wasnât going anywhere.
It wasnât just about winning you over. It was about showing you what you were missingâwhat life with him could be like. Heâd keep you safe from everything and everyone that didnât deserve you, even if that meant disobeying his father to ensure it.
Ni-ki straightened up, tossing the apple core to the ground as a small smirk tugged at his lips.
This wasnât just about patience anymore. This was about strategyâsomething his own father had taught him well.
âEnjoy your little moments with Wonbin,â he murmured under his breath, the faintest trace of amusement lacing his voice. âIt wonât matter in the end.â
With that, he turned and strode away from the tree, his mind already working on his next move.
You could try to ignore him. You could even try to hate him.
But it didnât matter. Not to Ni-ki.
Heâd seen the way your eyes lingered on him for a fraction too long when you thought he wasnât paying attention. The way you always seemed to know exactly where he was, even when you claimed you didnât care. You could tell yourself that you didnât feel the pull between you, that his presence didnât affect you, but Ni-ki knew better.
He always knew better.
He didnât care how long it took, or how many distractions you tried to throw his wayâWonbin included. None of it mattered.
In the end, youâd come to him. Youâd have to.
Because Ni-ki wasnât the kind of person to lose, especially not when it came to something he wanted.
And he wanted you.
--
You were doomedâcompletely and utterly doomedâfrom the moment you were born. Your life wouldâve been so much easier if your father had just fallen for a regular mortal instead of a literal Greek goddess. You couldâve gone through life oblivious to this whole other world of gods, monsters, and irritatingly attractive demigods. But no. Instead, he had to send you here, to this camp.
And because of that, you got to know Ni-ki.
You tried sticking by Wonbin. He was fun, charming, and easy to be around. He didnât make your blood boil with irritation or tie your thoughts into knots that you couldnât untangle, and you appreciated that. You told yourself that staying close to him was the best way to avoid the storm that was Ni-ki.
But it was no use.
No matter where you went, no matter what you did, Ni-ki was always there, lingering on the edges of your mind if not right in front of you. He wasnât like Wonbinâhe didnât make small talk or try to keep the peace. Ni-ki thrived on chaos, on teasing you, testing you, pushing every button you had until you didnât know whether you wanted to yell at him or⌠something else.
It was maddening, frustrating, exhausting.
You caught yourself looking for him more often than you cared to admit, your eyes darting around camp during training sessions or meals. Even when he wasnât near, you could feel the weight of his presence, like a shadow always lurking just behind you. And when you did see him? The infuriating smirk on his face made your heart race in a way that left you cursing under your breath.
You sighed as you sat by the campfire that evening, staring into the flickering flames. Wonbin was beside you, laughing and chatting with a group of other campers, but his voice faded into the background. Your thoughts were elsewhereâon the dark-haired boy who had somehow managed to weave himself into every corner of your life without your permission.
âWhy do you look like youâre plotting murder?â Wonbin asked suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You blinked, turning to look at him. âHuh?â
âYouâre glaring at the fire like it insulted your family or something,â he teased, nudging your shoulder.
You forced a laugh, shaking your head. âItâs nothing. Just thinking.â
He raised an eyebrow but didnât push further, thankfully.
Still, your mind refused to settle. You were doomed, all right. Doomed because no matter how hard you tried to ignore Ni-ki, some part of you always ended up being pulled back to him. Like gravity.
And the worst part?
A small, treacherous voice in the back of your mind whispered that maybe you didnât want to fight it as much as you pretended to.
In fact, it was growing louder with every interaction, every smirk, every time Ni-kiâs dark eyes locked with yours like he could see straight through you. It was infuriating. It was maddening. But it was also⌠impossible to ignore.
You tried to shake it off, focusing on anything elseâWonbinâs jokes, the campâs bustling energy, even the endless stream of chores and training drills. But none of it worked. No matter what you did, Ni-ki was there, lingering at the edge of your thoughts like a shadow you couldnât escape.
You hated it. You hated how much space he took up in your head, how his teasing smirk and smooth voice haunted you even when he wasnât around.
But what you hated most of all?
The way your heart raced when he was around.
You let out a frustrated sigh, leaning back against the log by the campfire. The flames danced in front of you, but their warmth didnât do much to ease the chill of confusion and frustration that settled in your chest.
You stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt off your hands. âIâm going to bed,â you mumbled, not really looking at anyone.
Wonbin glanced at you, concerned, but he didnât say anything as you turned and headed toward the Athena cabin. The night air was cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the fire. You welcomed it, hoping it might clear your head.
When you pushed open the door to the cabin, you were surprised to find it empty. Normally, your half-sisters were gathered around, quietly reading.
You didnât think too much about it as you made your way to your bed. Sitting down heavily, you groaned, letting your body relax for the first time all day. The mattress creaked under your weight, and you leaned back, staring up at the wooden ceiling.
Your mind, of course, wouldnât quiet.
Ni-kiâs face flashed in your thoughtsâhis smirk, his sharp gaze, the way he always seemed so calm and in control, as if he knew exactly how to get under your skin. You groaned again, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes in frustration.
âWhat is wrong with me?â you muttered to yourself.
This wasnât like you. You didnât let people get to you like this, especially not guys like Ni-ki. He was aggravating, arrogant, and far too sure of himself.
And yet.
Your thoughts drifted back to the moments when his teasing tone softened just slightly, or the way his presence seemed to shift when it was just the two of you. It made your chest tighten in a way you didnât want to admit.
You sat up abruptly, shaking your head as if that would somehow shake the thoughts loose. âNo,â you said firmly, as if declaring it out loud would make it true. âIâm not doing this.â
The next day, you were in the middle of a match, your shield raised and your sword slicing through the air as you managed to disarm your opponent with a clean move. Breathing heavily, you stepped back and lowered your weapon, a small grin tugging at your lips.
Straightening up, you turned to face the group. âAlright,â you said, brushing a hand across your brow. âWhoâs next?â
The crowd shifted slightly, and then you saw him.
Ni-ki, standing at the edge of the group, his hand raised lazily as that infuriating smirk spread across his face.
Your stomach sank.
âMe,â he said simply, stepping forward with a casual confidence that made you grit your teeth.
He unsheathed his sword, the metal glinting in the sunlight as he spun it once in his hand, almost lazily. âDonât look so excited to see me,â he teased, his voice low and taunting.
You groaned audibly, earning a few chuckles from the others watching. âOf course itâs you,â you muttered under your breath, gripping your sword tightly.
Ni-kiâs grin widened as he stopped a few feet in front of you, his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharp. âReady to show me what youâve got?â
âDonât you have anyone else to fight?â you shot back, raising your shield and positioning your sword defensively.
He tilted his head, pretending to think. âNope,â he said with mock cheerfulness. âYouâre my favorite target.â
You rolled your eyes, but before you could fire off another retort, Ni-ki lunged. His sword came down fast, and you barely managed to block it with your shield. The force of the blow made your arm ache, but you quickly recovered, stepping to the side and swinging your sword toward him.
Ni-ki parried with ease, his movements fluid and almost effortless. âNot bad,â he said, circling you slowly. âYouâve been practicing.â
âShut up and fight,â you snapped, aiming a quick thrust toward his side.
He dodged it easily, his smirk never faltering. âFeisty,â he teased, blocking your next strike with his sword. âI like it.â
You groaned in frustration, your swings becoming more aggressive as Ni-ki continued to block and dodge with maddening ease. He wasnât even trying to land a hit yetâjust toying with you, testing you, like a cat playing with its prey.
âStop holding back!â you shouted, lunging forward with all your strength.
Ni-kiâs eyes flashed, and for a split second, his smirk turned into something more serious. He sidestepped your attack and, with a quick flick of his wrist, knocked your sword out of your hand.
Before you could react, he stepped closer, the tip of his blade resting lightly against your collarbone.
âLooks like I win,â he said softly, his voice low enough that only you could hear. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away.
Your heart pounded, but whether it was from the fight or the way Ni-ki was looking at you, you couldnât tell.
âMaybe next time,â he added, stepping back and lowering his sword.
You glared at him, your cheeks burning with a mix of frustration and something you didnât want to name. âDonât get used to it,â you muttered, bending down to pick up your weapon.
Ni-ki just chuckled, spinning his sword once before sheathing it. âIâm counting on it.â
--
The day had been long, exhausting even, but despite the ache in your muscles and the overwhelming need for rest, sleep refused to come. You lay in bed, staring at the wooden ceiling of the Athena cabin, your mind swirling with thoughts you couldnât seem to shut off.
The cabin was quiet, the soft snores of your half-sisters filling the space. You shouldâve felt comforted by the familiar surroundings, but instead, you felt restless. Like there was something pulling at you, demanding your attention.
With a frustrated sigh, you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Maybe some fresh air would help clear your mind. You grabbed a light jacket and slipped out of the cabin as quietly as you could.
The camp was quieter now, most of the other demigods asleep, save for a few shadows moving by the campfire in the distance. You tugged your jacket closer around you and glanced up at the night sky.
The stars twinkled faintly above, scattered across the inky black canvas. You let out a soft sigh, your breath visible in the chill. âIf youâre listening, Mom,â you murmured, tilting your head upward, âa little guidance would be nice right about now.â
Of course, there was no response. You didnât expect one. Still, the act of asking felt oddly comforting, like maybe she was watching, even if she couldnât answer.
You shook your head, trying to dispel the lingering frustration and confusion from your thoughts. Wandering through camp aimlessly wouldnât help. You needed to do something. Anything.
Your gaze landed on the training grounds nearby. Rows of weapons were neatly arranged on the racks for the next dayâs use, and your hand instinctively reached for a sword. It wasnât the same one you had used earlier during training, but it felt good in your grip nonetheless.
Without a second thought, you made your way to a clearing a little farther from the cabins, away from prying eyes and the ever-present chatter of the other campers.
You adjusted your stance, gripping the sword tightly as you took a deep breath. Then you started practicing.
It was awkward at firstâyour swings too wide, your footing unsteady. But you didnât stop. You moved through the motions youâd been taught, the echoes of Wonbinâs voice guiding you. The weight of the sword felt familiar in your hands now, and the repetition of each movement slowly began to calm your racing thoughts.
Slash. Step. Block. Pivot.
Each strike and parry chipped away at your frustration, leaving behind a faint sense of satisfaction. The rhythmic movements grounded you, a reminder that maybe, just maybe, you werenât as out of place here as you felt.
The clearing was quiet except for the sound of your blade slicing through the air and the occasional rustle of leaves. The stars above seemed to glow a little brighter, as if approving of your effort.
But then, a soft sound broke through your focusâa quiet crunch of leaves behind you.
You froze mid-swing, your heart skipping a beat as you turned around sharply, sword raised defensively.
There, leaning casually against a tree, was Ni-ki. His dark eyes reflected the moonlight, and his ever-present smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
âPracticing alone?â he drawled, his voice low and teasing. âDidnât think youâd be the type.â
You groaned, rolling your eyes as you turned back around. âDonât you have something else to do?â you muttered, raising your sword to continue your practice.
The satisfying swoosh of the blade cutting through the air was short-lived, though, as another crunch of leaves soundedâcloser this time.
You stiffened, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Slowly, you turned back around, only to find Ni-ki standing much, much closer than before.
Too close.
You instinctively stepped back, gripping the hilt of your sword tighter. âWhat are you doing?â you demanded, your voice sharper than you intended.
Ni-ki didnât answer immediately. Instead, he unsheathed his sword in one smooth motion, the blade catching the faint glow of the moonlight.
Without a word, his sword clashed against yours, the force of it sending a jolt up your arm.
âTraining,â he said simply, his voice calm and deliberate.
Your breaths came faster as you struggled to hold your ground. His strength was undeniable, and the weight of his blade pressed hard against yours.
âYou couldâve warned me,â you bit out, gritting your teeth as you pushed back against him.
âWhereâs the fun in that?â Ni-ki replied smoothly, tilting his head as he studied you.
You narrowed your eyes, trying to focus on his movements as he pulled back slightly before swinging again. You barely managed to block the strike, the clash of metal ringing loudly in the quiet night.
âStop holding back,â he said, his voice low and almost taunting. âOr are you scared?â
âIâm not scared,â you snapped, stepping forward to swing at him, only for him to parry your attack effortlessly.
âCouldâve fooled me,â he teased, his smirk growing wider.
Your frustration bubbled over as you struck again, this time with more force. Ni-ki blocked it easily, but instead of countering, he let his sword linger against yours, his face mere inches from yours now.
âSee?â he murmured, his tone soft but no less infuriating. âYouâre getting better already.â
His closeness made your heart race, and you hated that you couldnât tell if it was from irritation or something else entirely. You pushed his sword away with a sharp motion and stepped back, glaring at him.
âWhy are you even doing this?â you demanded, lowering your sword slightly.
Ni-ki tilted his head, his smirk fading just a fraction. For a moment, you thought he might actually answer seriously.
But then his lips curved again, and he stepped forward, his blade tapping lightly against yours.
âBecause,â he said, his voice dropping into a near-whisper as he leaned in closer, âI like seeing you fight back.â
That was it. That little smirk, the taunting lilt in his voiceâit was enough to light a fire under you. If he wanted a fight, you werenât going to back down.
âFine,â you snapped, gripping your sword tighter as you took a step forward. âLetâs see if you can handle it.â
Ni-kiâs grin widened, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement. âThatâs more like it.â
He struck first, his movements sharp and calculated, but this time you were ready. You blocked his attack and retaliated quickly, your blade swinging toward him in a controlled arc. He parried with ease, the metallic clang of your swords echoing through the clearing.
The fight intensified, your strikes becoming faster, more precise. Ni-ki moved like a shadow, fluid and unpredictable, but you werenât as easy to throw off now.
âYouâre learning,â he said, his voice steady even as he blocked another one of your attacks. âBut youâre still predictable.â
âShut up,â you shot back, using your shield to deflect his next swing and stepping closer to try and land a blow. He sidestepped easily, his laughter low and infuriating.
âThat temper of yours is going to get you in trouble,â he teased, but there was something almost approving in his tone.
You didnât bother replying this time, focusing instead on matching his movements. You swung again, your blade aimed for his side, and for the first time, you saw the faintest flicker of surprise in his eyes as he blocked you just a fraction too late.
Your sword glanced off his armor, the impact making him take a half-step back.
âNot bad,â Ni-ki admitted, his smirk returning as he circled you. âYouâre starting to make this interesting.â
The praise caught you off guard, and you couldnât help the slight swell of pride that followed. But you didnât let it distract you.
âBetter than you expected, huh?â you said, unable to resist the jab as you pivoted to keep him in your line of sight.
Ni-kiâs grin turned sharp. âDonât get cocky.â
He lunged suddenly, his movements faster and more aggressive. You barely managed to block him, your arms straining as he pressed his weight against your blade.
For a moment, you were locked together, his face inches from yours. His dark eyes bore into you, filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
âYouâre enjoying this,â he said softly, his voice teasing but laced with something deeper.
You didnât deny it. Somehow, in the midst of the fight, youâd forgotten about your frustration, your doubts, even your irritation with him. All that mattered now was holding your ground against someone as skilled as Ni-ki.
âMaybe I am,â you admitted, a small smirk tugging at your lips.
Ni-ki blinked, momentarily caught off guard when your sudden, unexpected move knocked the sword clean out of his hand. The blade clattered to the ground a few feet away, and you straightened, your smirk growing wider as you stared at him triumphantly.
âDidnât see that coming, did you?â you teased, the satisfaction in your voice clear.
For once, Ni-ki seemed genuinely surprised, his dark eyes flicking to the fallen sword before locking back onto you. âIâll admit,â he said slowly, a hint of amusement coloring his tone, âthat was clever.â
You were about to bask in your victory, perhaps even throw another jab his way, but before you could, Ni-kiâs leg swept out suddenly, catching you off guard.
Your balance gave way, and you stumbled backward, ready to hit the ground hardâexcept you didnât.
In a flash, Ni-kiâs arm shot out, wrapping securely around your waist and pulling you back up against him. The world tilted for a moment, and when you opened your eyes, you realized how close you were.
Your noses brushed lightly, and his face was only inches from yours. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with that maddening confidence and something else that made your breath hitch.
âYou should never celebrate too early,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Your mind scrambled to process what was happening. His arm was still wrapped firmly around your waist, his other hand pressed lightly against the small of your back. You could feel the warmth radiating off him, the way his chest rose and fell with each steady breath.
You shouldâve said somethingâanything. A snarky comeback, maybe, or even a protest about his unfair tactics. But instead, all you could do was stare at him, your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it.
Ni-ki tilted his head slightly, his smirk softening into something more curious. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
That snapped you out of it, and you quickly shoved at his chest. âLet go of me,â you muttered, trying to sound annoyed despite the heat rising to your cheeks.
He chuckled but released you, stepping back just enough to give you space. His hand lingered for the briefest second before he let it fall to his side.
âNice move, though,â he said, his tone almost genuineâalmost. âBut youâll have to do better if you want to beat me.â
You scowled at him, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. âI did beat you. I knocked your sword out of your hand!â
âAnd yet,â Ni-ki said, bending down to retrieve his sword and twirling it effortlessly, âI still had the upper hand.â
You clenched your jaw, watching him looking too pleased with himself. The smugness on his face only made your frustration burn brighter.
âI donât know how you can be so damn confident when you just got outplayed,â you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to hide the fact that your heart was still racing.
Ni-ki chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. âOutplayed, huh?â He took a step closer, still twirling his sword. âYouâre getting better, Iâll give you that. But youâre not there yet.â
âYouâre a cocky bastard, you know that?â
âIâm not cocky,â he said, the teasing tone never leaving his voice. âIâm just confident. And youâll get used to it... if youâre smart.â
You raised an eyebrow, not backing down an inch. âSmart, huh?â
Ni-ki leaned in slightly, lowering his voice in a way that made your breath hitch again. âYeah. Smart enough to realize that youâre not going to get rid of me that easily.â
âI never wanted to get rid of you,â you snapped, trying to regain your composure. âI just wanted to be left alone.â
Ni-ki took another step closer, and this time, you didnât pull away. His presence was overwhelmingâlike he could consume you entirely if you let him. âYou say that, but we both know thatâs not true.â His lips curled into a smile as he tilted his head slightly. âYou wouldnât keep coming back to me if you didnât want something.â
Your mouth went dry, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe. What was he getting at? Why was he suddenly so... intense? You didnât know if it was the way he was looking at you or how close he was, but you felt something shift between you, something that made it harder to focus.
Before you could respond, Ni-ki backed away just enough to give you some space, but not before his gaze lingered on you with an unreadable expression. âYouâll figure it out eventually,â he said softly, almost like a challenge. âBut for now, donât forgetâI'm always watching.â
He turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, breathless, a mix of anger and confusion swirling inside you. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out.
What the hell was that?
Over the next few days, something between you and Ni-ki shifted. It wasnât immediately obvious, but it was there, lingering.
At first, it was subtle. A glance that lingered just a second too long, a playful comment that felt just a little more personal than it used to be. He still teased you, still pushed your buttons the way only he could, but there was a new layer to it. Every time he sparred with you, there was something in his eyesâsomething that made your heart beat faster, something that made you feel like he was seeing right through you.
It was hard to tell whether you were imagining it, but you felt it, that strange connection you couldnât shake. It wasnât just the usual back-and-forth banter, the constant friction. No, this time, there was something deeper. Something charged. You found yourself waiting for his gaze across the training grounds, your stomach tightening whenever heâd casually stroll past you, like he was waiting for you to say something, anything.
One afternoon, you found yourself in the training yard again, sword in hand, working through some drills. You were trying to focus, trying to shut everything else out, but there he wasâNi-ki, watching you from the edge of the field, leaning casually against a tree. You tried to ignore him, but every few seconds, your eyes would wander over to him, and youâd catch him staring right back.
Finally, he pushed off from the tree and walked over. âYou know,â he said, his voice drawing your attention even before he was close enough to speak, âyouâve gotten better. Iâm impressed.â
You narrowed your eyes, trying to keep your composure. âDonât get used to it,â you shot back, though the words came out more lightly than youâd intended.
Ni-ki smirked, his usual arrogance taking over. âOh, Iâm not. But youâre not as bad as I thought youâd be.â
You felt the familiar spark of irritation flare up. âAnd here I thought you might actually give me a compliment.â
âYou really want one from me?â he teased, his voice lowering just slightly. It was almost like a challenge, but there was something else in his toneâsomething that made you pause.
You crossed your arms, forcing yourself to act unaffected. âWhatâs it going to take for you to just leave me alone?â
He took a step closer, that teasing smile still tugging at his lips. âYou know, I donât think I can do that.â
You didnât know why, but you found yourself holding his gaze longer than usual. You were still mad at him for everything, for the way he always seemed to be in your face when you least wanted him to be. But there was also a strange pull, a curiosity that gnawed at you. You didnât want to admit it, but you were starting to care about the things he said, about the way he looked at you.
You cleared your throat, breaking the moment. âDonât get too cocky, Ni-ki. Iâm not interested.â
He chuckled softly, a knowing glint in his eyes. âMaybe youâre not. But I donât think you can ignore me forever.â
You took a step back, your heart pounding as you tried to collect yourself, but Ni-kiâs presence was magnetic, pulling you in with an intensity you couldn't fight.
"You're not as good at pretending as you think," he said, his tone a challenge, but there was something softer in it this time.
You clenched your jaw, irritated with yourself for letting him get under your skin. "I'm not pretending," you snapped, your words sharper than you intended. "And Iâm definitely not the one whoâs making this complicated."
His lips curved into a smile, and he moved just a little bit closer, his gaze intense, unwavering. "You always make things more complicated than they need to be," he said, almost like a confession, like he was admitting something without saying it outright.
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. What could you even say? What was there to say when everything between you and him felt so tangled?
Ni-ki took a step forward, not giving you a chance to speak. "I know you feel it too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You canât keep pretending like you donât want this."
Your breath hitched at his words, your chest tightening. You wanted to push him away, to tell him off like you always did, but this time, the thought didnât come. Instead, you stood there, frozen, staring into his eyes, realizing that he was right. You couldnât keep pretending, couldnât keep pretending like it didnât affect you, like his teasing and his relentless pursuit didnât make something inside you stir.
A small, dangerous part of you wanted to give in, to let yourself feel whatever this was between you. But you couldnâtâcould you? You werenât sure what this was, what you were supposed to do with it.
Ni-ki took another step closer, and you found yourself backing up slightly, your heels hitting the soft earth beneath you. "Youâre scared," he said, his voice softer now, like a quiet understanding. "But I wonât bite, not unless you want me to."
His words made your stomach twist, the light touch of a dare in his voice, a challenge you couldnât quite ignore. You felt your pulse quicken, every nerve in your body alert, wanting to resist him, but at the same time, craving what he was offering, whatever that might be.
So why not act on it?
Your heart pounded in your chest as you acted on impulse, unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer. Before you could second-guess yourself, you reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him toward you. The suddenness of it caught him off guard, and for a split second, he froze, eyes wide in disbelief.
But then, almost as if a switch had been flipped, Ni-ki closed the distance between you, his hands finding your cheeks as he kissed you back. His lips were hungry, as if he had been waiting for this moment, and the intensity of his kiss made your head spin. You could feel the heat of his touch, the way his fingers slid through your hair, tugging you closer, as if trying to pull you into him.
Your mind was a blur, every thought drowned out by the sensation of himâhis scent, the taste of his lips, the urgency that seemed to pulse between you both. It felt like something had shifted, like everything else had faded away, leaving only this moment, only him.
His hands were gentle but firm, holding your face as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing closer to yours.
When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, the air between you thick with unspoken words. Ni-kiâs eyes were dark with something intense, something more than just the teasing that had always been there before. He stared at you for a moment, his fingers still lingering on your face as if he were trying to make sense of what had just happened.
âYouâŚâ He trailed off. âThatâs one way to get my attention.â
You swallowed, your pulse still racing, but now with a new, more dangerous energy. âMaybe I just wanted to see if youâd actually kiss me back,â you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.
Ni-ki chuckled, like he was both impressed and thrilled.
"Youâre dangerous," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could stop them, not sure if you meant him or the situation.
Ni-ki smirked, leaning even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "And you love it," he whispered, his voice sending a ripple of heat through your entire body.
You didnât deny it. In fact, you didnât have to.
"Iâm not sure this is a good idea," you admitted instead, but there was a part of you that wasnât sure if you were still trying to convince yourself or him.
Ni-kiâs grin grew wider, and he traced his thumb across your lips, almost teasing. "Good ideas are overrated," he said, his tone playful. "Besides, Iâve never been one to shy away from a little chaos."
You pulled back slightly, your breath catching as you tried to regain some semblance of control. "Our parents wouldnât like this," you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
Ni-ki's grin never faltered, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "I never listened to my father," he said, the words casual, but you could hear the underlying truth in them. "And your mother? She has so many children to worry about. Whatâs one more mess to clean up?" He chuckled, the sound almost a challenge, as if daring you to argue with him.
Every logical thought you had was drowned out by his presence. You should have pulled away. You should have stopped this before it went any further.
But then Ni-ki was closer, so close that you could feel his breath on your skin, and all those thoughts faded into the background. You let him take that final step, let him kiss you again, as if the world outside didnât exist.
His lips were urgent, almost demanding, and you found yourself responding, giving in to the pull.
He had won. There was no turning back now.
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âBecause I promised you.â || âFamily, Luke, you promised.â
Viktor knows thereâs no outrunning a prophecy, but he will try.
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Time for our next Olympian: Frank Zhang!
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SOHAE2: Safety Pins and Broken Hearts
END. first  ||  prev | authors note Strung Out Heart, Angel Eyes (Book 1)
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Nico blahaj sketch <33
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Percy Jackson AU where Luke is reincarnated Odysseus, Thalia is reincarnated Penelope, and Percy is reincarnated Telemachus.
Meeting each other again is the happiest moment of Luke and Thalia's new lives.
Luke and Thalia both loving Annabeth as their daughter, but still mourning the son they think they'll never see again.
Luke, recognizing Percy as Telemachus instantly, is overjoyed and simultaneously devastated because Thalia will never know their son is alive (Luke weeping with joy when Kronos tells him there's a way to save Thalia).
Percy, who's had deja vu regarding the whole missing dad thing his entire life, does NOT recognize Luke as Odysseus and is having a rough time, Athena please help him (Annabeth makes for an acceptable substitute).
Luke, staring horrified at the trident hovering over Percy's head, because not only did he just frame his son for stealing Zeus' lightning bolt, but his son is now the son of his most hated enemy. Luke would happily splay Poseidon's guts out on the rocks again if it meant getting Thalia back. Poseidon who killed his men, who turned him into a monster, stole his son.
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seven minutes in hell
đ¤ . pairing - fratboy!Luke Castellan x fem!reader
đ¤ . summary - a stupid game of spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven gone⌠wrong?
đ¤ . content includes - smut MDNIđ, bad interpretations of frat parties/boys
đ¤ . word count - 1014
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đ¤ . a/n - i randomly got this idea and was very motivated idk why. anyways, hope you enjoy !!
âyou are so. mph~ infuriating,â you struggled out.
he chuckled, speeding up his erratic movements, forcefully slamming your body into the wall with each thrust.
âyeah, keep saying that like my dick- fuuck~ like my fuckinâ dick isnât in yaâ right now,â Luke teased, slowing his movements to add to the annoyance, protruding a half whimper-groan from you.
he scoffed, a dumb smirk on his face as his hips resumed their work, thrusting his fat cock into you even faster â desperate to finish you both off before the timer finished.
his sudden pounding forced a choked moan from you, panic flooding your eyes. Lukeâs smirk widened, he motioned to one of your hands with his head.
you took the sign, gratefully covering your mouth the second his calloused fingertips met your clit, which erupted yet another squeak from you.
he practically had you bent in half against the closet wall, the tight space not leaving much room for the two of you.
you were at some stupid frat party â which you did not want to go to. your friend Silena insisted you needed some time out, and just about dragged you to said party.
with a few drinks in, you were grumbling as she dragged you to a clichĂŠ game of seven minutes in heaven, consisting of a circle of other students all drunk or high or both.
despite your tipsy state, you recognized a few people;
Charles Beckendorf â aka Silenaâs never-ending crush that is too sweet for his own good.
Clarisse La Rue â aka the girl that typically wouldnât be caught dead anywhere near a frat house, yet here she was.
Chris Rodriguez â aka the lame douchebag with hopeful heart eyes towards our dear Clarisse, and who also happens to be best friends with the boy thatâs pounding your pussy into oblivion.
of course, the second itâs your turn to spin the bottle, it lands on probably the worst person in the group â Luke Castellan.
thank the Gods that the blaring lights of the party hid the blush on your cheeks, with a little help from the annoyed groan that left your mouth.
Silena giggled into her red solo cup, pushing you to stand up next to Luke, who was already standing, a smirk on his stupid face.
and thatâs how you got here â folded in half against the closet wall, knees by your face and calves hanging over his shoulders, desperately screaming into your hand as Luke drilled his cock into you.
the fact that you got in this position during a seven minute game shouldâve been on your mind, but the feeling of his cock head poking around your cunt had your eyes rolling back, head empty.
you wrapped your other arm around his neck, bringing him closer to you. uncovering your mouth and wrapping your other arm around him, your lips were close â but not touching.
you moaned into his mouth, feeling his warm breath as he pounded you, his own groans only fueling your arousal.
your eye trailed up, left hand coming up to knock away his stupid backwards cap, fingers immediately running through his curls, pulling and scratching at them.
he almost whimpered, lips trailing around your collarbone, moving up with kisses and leaving marks in his path.
âw-why do you we-ar that stupid c-cap?â you stuttered out, moaning breathlessly as his lips ceased their attack.
he chuckled again at you, hips stuttering and eyes fluttering. âwill you shut up? mâ trying to fuck you.â
you moaned out, head falling back against the wall, his cock and fingers together draw you closer to the edge.
warmth spills and spreads through your bodies, feeling the effect of both your orgasms hitting at the same time.
you forced Lukeâs head to yours, shoving your lips on his as you moaned in each other's mouths, sloppy and wet kisses following his slowing thrusts.
Luke carefully let you down, a hand on your waist to keep you up right. he hastily pulled up his jeans, putting himself away as he helped you redress.
you kept your arms around his neck as he pulled your panties up, fixing your dress and your hair.
face flushed, you watch as he bent down to get his cap, instead placing it backwards on your head, laughing at your annoyance.
moving to take it off, he gently grabbed your wrist.
âkeep it.â
you raised your eyebrows but listened, lowering your hand. you went to speak again but were interrupted by a knock at the closet door.
in frantic movements, Luke had you shoved against the wall, breathing heavily as his head was turned towards the door, his tall frame blocking you from being seen if it were to open.
âseven minutes are up!â shouted Chris through the door, rustling could be heard from the other side as he moved away the chair that locked it. âyou guys can come out now!â
Luke turned towards you, using his finger tips to tilt your chin up. with his fingers still touching you, he slightly bent down to capture your lips again in a searing kiss.
when he pulled away you were left almost breathless as he took your hand, opening the door and leading the two of you out.
whistling was heard from the game circle as you guys exited the smaller space. instead of going back to your spot next to Silena, Luke pulled your sore body down with him, sitting you right on his lap.
you made eye contact with Silena, who raised her eyebrows with a knowing smirk on her face.
everyone in the group knew what you had done in the closet, the stumbling of your walk, flushed face, and Lukeâs stupid cap on your head hinted at it.
also the fact that you were sitting on his lap, head on his shoulder with his arms around your middle and his hickeys littered on your neck.
no one said anything though, they all just smirked into their own cups, continuing to play the game.
you still hated frat parties though. just maybe not this one.
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