#cabin 10: aphrodite

[strawberrychrissy]

Chrissy Cunningham: Daughter of Aphrodite Aphrodite, hear my prayer Sunset rays in my golden hair.

[batdiangelo]

Cabin Playlist Masterpost

Here's all my playlists for the Camp Half-Blood Cabins! I have playlists for the cabins with children/the ones most important to my fic series

Cabin 1; Zeus Cabin 3; Poseidon Cabin 4; Demeter Cabin 5; Ares Cabin 6; Athena Cabin 7; Apollo Cabin 9; Hephaestus Cabin 10; Aphrodite Cabin 11; Hermes Cabin 12; Dionysus Cabin 13; Hades Cabin 16: Nemesis

[ancientsstudies]

Aphrodite

The inside of the cabin smells very heavily of perfume.

[neptunesize]

𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓴

a playlist for the children of Aphrodite

𝜗𝜚 God is a Woman - Ariana Grande

𝜗𝜚 New Romantics - Taylor Swift

𝜗𝜚 Igual que un Ángel - Kali Uchis

𝜗𝜚 After Last Night - Bruno Mars

and more! listen here

[mrsoftthoughts]

Both Aphrodite and Apollo cabins are popular in camp half-blood for being full of pretty people, both cabins campers have the reputation of being the most attractive persons in miles around without exaggerating

But also a general concense is that the beauty of the two cabins is pretty much different

Apollo "the most beautiful among the gods"always was represented as a kouros his image was the perfection of a young man, the top of the bar when is about a standard

And just like their father Apollo kids often are sort kind of standar

They are an ideal of what is supposed to be attractive, being always aligned to what is the hegemony of beauty, obviously that doesn't mean that all of them are "perfect" is comun that one of two things slip out the parameters, their dad is also a very artistic god and what's art wihout breaking some limitations? but the point remains, they're attractive to almost everyone because they are what you always heard is supposed to be beautiful

Aphrodite, in the other hand, is the goddess of love and beauty as concepts , something so fluid and free to interpretation and we see that with her, because she's not an standar, an standar is closed and pretty well known, she is the beauty itself donw your ideas of it always changing because to no one she would be exactly the same

And their kids also are like their Mother, changing and indescriptible

their faces are always beautiful down what its their own idea of beauty, but for you they would look a little bit as your own ideals, and even if they weren't your type you can't deny that it's something magnetic around them, it's not just the beautiful looks but also pure incarnated Beauty that no words can describe.

[starrydali]

HIHIHIHI So idk if you're doing reqs rn but i was recently reading your percy jackson x reader and i saw "request here" at the bottom so here i am!!1!! okay so basically percy x aphrdodite!reader if that's okay w u 🫶🏻 thanks in advance, remember to take care of urself and drink water hihihiihhahahehahhahahs

∘°∘♡∘° Yes, absolutely. I love requests! Send as many as you want! ♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊Being the daughter of Aphrodite, you were no stranger to love and affection. Percy, on the other hand, wasn't used to this but was never one to shy away from your constant doting. He found your love a bit overwhelming at times, but adorable and sweet nonetheless. And even if it made him blush, he couldn't help but think he was the luckiest guy alive to have you looking at him the way you did. ✧. ┊ 

ʚ percy jackson x aphrodite!reader ɞ

You were sitting on a grassy patch just outside of camp, your back resting against a tree as Percy sprawled out beside you. The soft breeze ruffled his hair, and you couldn’t help but stare at him, your heart fluttering in your chest.

He was talking, probably about something important—he always did—but you barely registered the words. Instead, you were far too focused on the way the sun highlighted the curve of his jaw, the softness of his lips, and the playful gleam in his eyes. Every time he looked at you, you swore you were going to melt into a puddle.

You twirled a lock of your hair around your finger, smiling dreamily as you gazed at his face, unable to tear your eyes away from how absolutely perfect he looked. You let out a soft giggle, completely lost in how cute he was.

Percy noticed the giggle and stopped mid-sentence, furrowing his brow as he leaned up slightly to look at you. “What’s so funny?” he asked, though his tone was full of amusement. “Did I say something funny?”

You shook your head, still smiling like you were in a daze. “No, no,” you said, your voice soft, almost breathless. “I’m just thinking about how cute you are.”

Percy blinked, caught off guard by your words. He sat up a little straighter, the confused look on his face quickly replaced by a teasing smile. “What? You can’t stop staring at me now kid?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, your gaze never leaving him. “I just like looking at your face,” you admitted with a shy giggle. “It’s really nice.”

Percy’s smile softened, and he let out a quiet laugh, trying to suppress the sudden warmth spreading through him. “You’re making me self-conscious, you know that?”

But you were already too busy to pay attention to what he said. You reached out, gently brushing his hair out of his eyes, your fingers lingering against his soft skin. You adored the way his hair always seemed to get just a little messy, no matter what he did, and how his eyes seemed to sparkle even in the softest of lights.

You found yourself inching closer to him, still admiring his features. “You have the most perfect face, Percy,” you whispered, your voice practically reverent, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You tilted your head, completely mesmerized by him. “Like... how are you real?”

Percy blinked in surprise, but there was a fond smile tugging at his lips. “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me that like a hundred times already,” he teased, though his heart was beating just a little faster at how genuinely affectionate you were being.

But you were already too busy again. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, and then on his other cheek, and his forehead, planting gentle, lingering kisses all over his face.

Percy froze for a second, his cheeks going slightly pink. “Hey, hey, easy there sweetheart,” he chuckled, trying to pull away just a little. “You're making me blush.”

You didn’t stop, though. You continued dotting kisses across his face, your lips soft and sweet against his skin. A giggle slipped from you between each kiss, and Percy could barely hold back the flustered smile that threatened to break free.

“You’re so cute,” you murmured with a giggle, kissing the tip of his nose. “I just can't help myself.”

He gently pulled back, trying to stop the onslaught of your kisses, but you weren’t having it. “Y/N,” Percy said, his voice a little breathless from the sweetness of it all. “You really need to stop... I—I can't think straight when you do this."

You smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief and affection, and you held his face in your hands and leaned in for one last kiss, this time a soft peck on his lips. “Aww, but you’re so cute,” you teased playfully.

Percy let out a quiet laugh, now fully flushed, as he covered his face with his hand. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” he muttered under his breath.

“I know,” you said softly, resting your head against his shoulder, still feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips as you gazed at him, content to simply be in his presence. “I’m pretty lucky, too.”

Percy sighed in a mock exasperated tone, but there was affection in his eyes. He couldn’t help it—he loved the attention. Even if you were making him the blushing, flustered mess that he was, he was totally okay with it. Because, as much as you adored him, it was pretty clear—he was the lucky one.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[girlkisser13]

aphrodite cabin headcanons

a/n: i know that the cabins are in order based on where each olympian sits on the olympian council but i find it funny that aphrodite is #10. get it? because she's a 10. i'll stop. 😔

children of aphrodite

• they're the most diverse cabin at camp.

• they're kind of like a cult.

• mean girls quotes. all day. everyday.

• they have loads of spare clothes that they lend out to new campers that arrive with nothing.

• they actually wear the least amount of makeup out of all the campers because they have the gift of natural beauty.

• they help kids work out their sexualities and make sure they're confident and okay with them.

• they are physically incapable of misgendering people.

• trans aphrodite kids can change their appearance at will.

• they know the basics of every romance language.

• they do couples counseling.

• camp matchmakers.

• they're the camp hairdressers and they also run a secret piercing parlor.

• sucker for romance movies.

• they have the most creative ways of swearing ("you impractical second hand prada bag").

• aphrodite gives them charmed bags that can hold ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.

• they're particularly fond of sweet foods. like they need a little sweet treat after every meal.

• they keep a running list of the best make out and date spots at camp.

• they're always that person that has a tampon or pad if you need one.

• they're the type of people that will chop off their hair if it doesn't match their outfit.

• the cabin hosts regular beauty and self-care nights, where campers can relax and pamper themselves with facials, manicures, and other treatments.

• they are huge advocates of self love and self care. they do everything in their power to teach every single camper to love themselves.

• they are the most lgbtqia+ supportive cabin, as they are also very diverse in the terms of sexuality: imagine a ton of pansexuals, demisexuals, bisexuals, flirty gays/lesbians, a few aro/ace chilling in the background- everyone is represented.

cabin exterior

• instead of being a life size barbie dreamhouse like it's described in the books, its very subtle, and natural, and soft.

• the outside is pink, but such a pale pink that it looks white unless the right light is hitting it.

• there is natural ivy growing on each wall and onto the roof. It wraps around shutters and the frames of the doors.

• it almost looks like a small manor and like it should have been built on some far off hill that is surrounded by flower fields for miles.

cabin interior

• the inside is very warm and welcoming.

• there are so many pictures, posters, mirrors, and shelves that you can barely see the paint.

• lowkey feels like you're walking into a bath & body works.

• their cabin is filled with scented candles.

• pop music constantly plays in the background and everything in there is expensive as hell.

• their beds are tailored to each camper's exact taste. so it's a bizarre mix of furniture from a fluffy bed with 16 pillows to a bed that looks like it belongs in a prison.

• aphrodite charmed it so that it is bigger on the inside.

• there is a walk-in, expanding, closet where you put old clothes you don't want anymore and other siblings can come and get some new clothes if they need them (other campers are welcome whenever invited. it happens more often than it should).

cabin traditions

• at the beginning of every summer, everyone (if they feel comfortable) gets in front of the rest of the cabin and gives names, pronouns, and sexuality.

• there is an item from every sibling that has lived in the cabin somewhere on the walls. all of the pictures, posters, things on the shelves are placed there by a past sibling.

• there's a hook where, if your jewelry breaks in the cabin, you tie it off and hang it there. there is a necklace made of leather with a hundred year old stone heart on the hook.

divider by @chilumitos

[xoxochb]

cabin ten - children of aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. flirty, empathetic, fun-loving

‘we might just get away with it / the alter is my hips / even if it’s a false god we’d still worship this love’ - false god

[ever8ea]

Pretty Boy ; Luke Castellan x Child of Aphrodite!reader

/ nsfw; heavy makeout, Luke and reader are rivals. Afab reader

5.7k characters, 1.1k words

I know this isn’t my usual content, but ughhh Im so in love with Luke y’all.

The bright blaze of the campfire was really the only thing that brought the whole camp together. All of the cabins sat around it, sharing food and stories.

My sister Silena sat next to me, chatting my ear off about her girlfriend. I pretended to listen, giving the occasional “mhm”, or “omg”. But my attention was trained, seemingly, on the fire. Though really, I was gazing through it, looking at the Hermes table. It was sat perfectly across from the Aphrodite table, as if fateing our rivalry.

Not many at camp would agree that the two cabins as a whole had a rivalry, but almost anyone would agree that Luke and I sure did. From sword fighting, all the way to crafts, it was like a never-ending competition. Some campers had even begun keeping score, something that was heavily discouraged by Chiron.

Today had been no different than usual. Silena and I, the Co-Counselors of cabin 10, had split the cabin in half, and led through the day separately. Silenas half had been focusing on crafting and recreationals, whereas mine had chosen combat, training for capture the flag.

Per usual, Luke was waiting for me, bow and arrow in hand. My confident facade switched on, and I grabbed my own bow and arrows.

See, the thing about luke and I was that we were posers, pretenders. I could see through him, and I knew he could see through me. We both have a facade, a performance. A certain confidence that wasn’t exactly real.

As I approached him, he gave me his signature lopsided smirk. I pulled back my drawstring, and glanced at him.

“Ready for round two, pretty boy?” I muttered, referencing the previous day. He bad crushed me at sword fighting, pining me the the ground.

He snorted, releasing the arrow onto the target. It almost hit the bullseye, centimeters off. I let my arrow loose, hearing the cheers of my cabin mates. My arrow hit the bullseye, beating Luke. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his easy-going smile falter, but come back swiftly.

I turned towards him, grinning smugly. I stuck out my hand for a sportsman-like shake. He grabbed it, pulling me flush against his body. His mouth grazed the shell of my ear, and bit my lobe lightly. “What are you doing,” I muttered, but I didn’t flinch away when he nibbled again. “Call me pretty boy again, it makes me hard,” he muttered, turning away. He glanced back at me, seeing my slack-jawed gaze. Luke winked, smirking lightly. He sauntered off, his confident display shining.

From an outsider looking in, it was playful. It was competitive. But for me, the already suffocating sexual tension just got amplified tenfold.

The day passed normally, with my siblings unaware of my dirty encounter. So when I made eye contact with that beautiful boy through the campfire, I just couldn’t refrain. I stood up from the table, giving Silena a weak excuse. I glanced over at Luke again, but he was already waiting by his cabin. Silena followed my gaze, and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Tell me later,” she giggled, Turing away from me.

I walked over to the Hermes cabin, trying to seem inconspicuous. Ducking in through the doorway, l was met with Luke’s smug face. “Hey love,” he greeted, leaning against one of the buck beds. “We have the cabin all to ourselves,” I walked slowly over to him, and for the first time, I felt unsure.

“I like you luke. I don’t want to be just a one night stand.” I stated, avoiding his eyes. Luke just grabbed my hand, and pulled me around so my back was against the wall.

“Look at me.” He asserted, grabbing my chin in his hands, tilting it up. I gazed into his eyes, smiling softly. “I want you. Beyond tonight. I want you to be my girl.” I didn’t answer, instead pressing my lips softly against his. He kissed me back, his mouth doing wonders against my own. I melted into the feeling, from the way his hand was rubbing circles in the small of my back, to the way his plush lips felt against mine.

He pulled back, taking a breath. “Fuck, love,” Luke huffed, closing the distance again. Somehow, he pulled our bodies even closer together, pushing a knee between my thighs and against my heat.

Placing a hand on his cheek, I deepened the kiss, he, inturn, carded his fingers through my hair, tugging lightly. I gasped, briefly opening my mouth. Luke took the opportunity, slipping his tongue through my lips. I almost let a moan slip, the feeling of his warm, wet tongue exploring my mouth was nearly pornographic.

Instead, I gave it a harsh suck, causing us to clash teeth. I heard him sharply inhale, reminding me to breathe. I was floating on cloud nine, the feeling of his plump lips on mine and his thigh adding just enough pressure on my core got me off.

Suddenly, he shifted, his knee sliding against me. Our lips disconnected and he gazed into my eyes, panting.

“Shitt, I can feel your wetness through my pants.” Luke groaned, palming himself through his shorts. I blushed profusely. He hadn’t even taken my shorts off, let alone touch me.

“Oh, I’m- ugh, I’m sorry, Luke. You’re just so-” he cut me off, nipping against my neck. “Don’t be. Please, don’t be. Your so fucking hot I don’t even know what to do with myself”

He grabbed my hand, and climbed the ladder to his bunk. He gestured for me to join him. Climbing the latter, he quickly switched positions with me, having my back against the mattress and him hovering over me.

I reached up, running my fingers through his curley hair. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips, and my thighs clenched together.

“Oh, fuck me,” I muttered, shutting my eyes tight. I couldn’t believe that I was in Luke’s bed, practically begging for him.

“Gladly, love,” he chortled, taking off his shirt. I gazed at his rippling muscles, his defined torso not helping my situation.

“Truely not funny, pretty boy,”

/pt 2, anyone?

[star-mannnn]

Imagine the Apollo, Athena, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Dionysus cabins working together to have a yearly musical at camp half-blood.

The Apollo kids write the songs

The Dionysus kids write the script

Athena and Aphrodite kids make the costumes

Hephaestus and Athena kids make the set

This is the only time that Dionysus acts interested in the camp

[pettymaisie]

Cabin 10

[batdiangelo]

🍪

[give me random mortal parent headcanons!]

alright I spun a wheel, you're gonna hear all about Pandora Bates-Wayne.

unlike other mortal parents, she...well she's not mortal. She's a demigod. A daughter of Athena, to be specific!

She attended camp from ages 12-18, and in those years, she became a legend.

Her step-mother and father had a little difficulty understanding how Camp worked and whatnot.

they are from another pantheon, so it took a few hours with Chiron for Barrett and Amy to trust CHB with their daughter

But once they learned, Things went smoothly!

Their pantheon is a secret for now, but trust me, It's been so fun working on them as characters hehehehe ok back to Pandora!

She spent a week in cabin 11, and once she was claimed, made a petition which nearly the entire camp signed.

the petition was to get a cabin specifically for unclaimed demigods, and it had Hestia's approval for the cabin to be dedicated to the goddess of family and the hearth.

Unfortunately, the gods denied her request.

Pandora was the last person before Annabeth to win four consecutive capture the flag games.

Pandora won a camp award for most enemies defeated in a single training session. The only other person to hold this award prior to Percy is Luke.

Pandora once told Zeus not to turn Apollo mortal for something the sun god did.

her argument was simply "There's other punishments out there. Don't you think stripping him of his godhood is a little extreme?"

she survived the encounter and since then, the camp has seen her as legendary.

Aurora Gonzalez of Cabin 10 was incredibly lucky to fall in love and marry Pandora.

Cabin six all talk about her, to this day.

the rest of camp talk about the IT sapphic couple that is Panuroa (Pandora X Aurora)

Annabeth grew up hearing stories of what Pandora did.

She also grew up asking Marcus Gonzalez-Wayne questions about her.

Marcus didn't mind the questions, He loved talking about his mom.

Then when she was 12, She met Pandora's bumbling, idiotic son, Alexander.

AJ tried so hard to keep it a secret that he was the son of a legend, but when he tells people Marcus is basically his twin brother, People make the connection.

Marcus and AJ do share a birthday but they're not literal twins. Marcus is an hour older.

anyways, After AJ and Marcus are born Aurora and Pandora's careers took different turns than what they planned

Pandora became a field agent in the Boston FBI field office

Aurora became a physics professor at Boston University

back to Pandora, I wanted her job to reflect her abilities and general skills and as a Criminal Minds fan, I knew she'd fit right in as a Profiler at the BAU

that being said this is NOT a CM/PJO Crossover. The FBI really does have a Behavioral Analysis Unit, and that is where Pandora eventually ends up working.

She runs the unit in Boston.

Marcus thinks that is literally so cool.

AJ, on the other hand have extreme anxiety trying to find his way at camp under her shadow because she's well known as a demigod

and then finding his way in school when people know she's the BAU Unit Chief; and that He's her son.

it's a lot of pressure for the 15 year old.

Pandora does her best to reassure AJ that he doesn't have to do stuff like she did, all he has to do is enjoy camp and stay alive. That's all she wants.

Pandora is literally the best mother ever, send tweet

Aurora too.

ok thats all, I hope you enjoyed!!

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

💖 APHRODITE: Goddess of Love and Beauty 🕊

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you arrive at camp, you’re already got eyes following you. There’s something about you that draws people’s eyes to you. It could be your face, your hair, your eyes, your hands when they move, how you walk, how you move. So when you get claimed by Aphrodite, your fanfare is totally expected by others and unexpected when you get a magical makeover by your godly mother’s blessing. You’re dressed to the nines, your look done up perfectly like you're a movie star walking on the red carpet. People stare at you with awe and you can feel it.

The moment you are shown the Cabin, all you can think of is “Oh god it’s a god dang barbie mansion”; this may either fulfill your deepest childhood dream or your worst nightmare.

There’s gossip everywhere in the cabin. You’re hearing about people’s love lives, social interactions, and everything about the people in camp. Even if you’re not as romantically inclined yourself, you’re practically spoiled for choice for hearing about drama. There may be no TV or shows for you to watch, but this is the next best thing. It’s like the Kardashians, House Wives, and Golden Girls all the same.  

Shipping. So much shipping. Shipping between campers in your cabin and outside the cabin. Shipping between movie stars to literal characters. Heck, even self-shipping is encouraged! It’s a shipper's galore. 

The Aphrodite cabin likes to have fashion runs. A lot of the Aphrodite demigods become models and do a catwalk. But if you’re not that interested in being a model, there are still ways to participate. 

If you like to design and make your own clothes, the Aphrodite cabin has your back. You have access to all types of fabrics, patterns, and materials you could need. You have no shortage of models for you to work with. If you’re interested in doing make-up, cosmetic or movie makeup,  you have plenty of people to practise on. Even if children of Aphrodite have the ability to have permanent makeup and whatnot, it doesn’t mean you still can’t use your skills to be on fleek. 

You know the meme where you see a woman putting eyeliner with the sword to make sure it's sharp? You see that way too often.

You're swiftly proven that functionality being sacrificed for fashion is a myth. It can be done and it has been done, but it's just some outweigh functionality with AESTHETICS

Stans. Stans everywhere. People don’t usually see the Aphrodite kids fight and break character unless it comes to their stan. If you haven’t seen them fight before, you do now. You’re still reeling from the BTS stans.

K-dramas. K-pop. Enough said. 

You look at yourself as best as you could, it was both familiar yet foreign.  It was like looking at the mirror, seeing yourself and all the positives of your body. Even if you had a negative view of yourself, it was gone and changed.  

A girl stepped up, her black hair swaying, and you looked at her in awe as she smiled at you. “Hi! My name is Silena Beauregard, welcome to Cabin 10!” 

“Oh hi” you said lamely, but before you could say anything further, you saw a large amount of pink in your vision. “Oh my god” you couldn’t help uttering as soon as your eyes laid on the Aphrodite cabin. It was pink in glory, and all you can think was that it was a true to god barbie house. 

“Ah yeah,” said Selina, “Welcome to the Barbie house.”

“Wait it’s really called that?” 

“Well, we really shouldn’t be calling it a Barbie house, but ... .I do admit it is pretty much a barbie house” Selina whispered in the last part. 

You couldn’t help snicker and Selina gave you a knowing smile and wink, before she led you to the door.

“You ready?” she asked. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be” you replied after taking a deep breath. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here for every step of the way” she reassured and you smiled back. As soon the door opened, there was a waft of perfume. It wasn’t particularly strong or particularly bad, in fact it made you happy, but you could smell it anyways. There was a twinge of emotion that stirred up in you; it reminded you of smelling a perfume that reminded you of home and love…for some reason, you had a flash of a woman holding you to her chest and you burying your nose into her, your eyes closing with warmth.

“Hey everyone, let me introduce you to our new half-sibling!” introduced Selina, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. You raised your hand and waved, introducing yourself. That was all it took before the flood work came. Immediately, all the inhabitants in the cabin begun to interview you from where you were from, your favourite colour, your favourite colour, band, and etc-

Your head was absolutely swimming but as you all talked to each other, sharing your likes and dislikes, you had a feeling you were going to be alright.

[princesseilish]

RELAX, PLEASE

Clarisse la rue x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, kinda short? light teasing

Synopsis: y/n wants her gf to be more mindful with her emotions

It was a calm afternoon at Camp Half-Blood, the sun casting its golden glow over the clearing. Y/N sat on one of the logs near the campfire, flipping through a book that had been handed down from the Aphrodite cabin. Clarisse was nearby, her arms crossed over her chest, eyes narrowed as she glared at the empty space in front of her.

“Claire, are you really just going to stand there and brood all day?” Y/N called out, an amused smile tugging at her lips. Clarisse huffed, clearly annoyed by something—probably the usual day-to-day nonsense that always seemed to get under her skin.

“Don’t start with me, Y/N,” Clarisse muttered, her voice tight with frustration. “I’ve had a day, okay?”

Y/N closed her book and patted the space beside her. “Come here, Claire. Let me show you something.”

Clarisse shot her a look, then rolled her eyes. “What is this, some kind of… emotional therapy session? I don’t need a lecture.”

Y/N grinned, her tone playful. “It’s not a lecture. Just trust me, okay?”

Clarisse hesitated for a moment before she stalked over and sat down beside Y/N, still clearly on edge. Y/N took a deep breath, her gaze softening as she spoke.

“You don’t always have to use frustration to deal with your emotions. There’s more than one way to handle things.”

Clarisse snorted, clearly skeptical. “That sounds stupid.”

Y/N chuckled. “It’s not stupid, Claire. Look, we can start small. When you feel that frustration building up, instead of taking it out on everyone, just… breathe. Like this.” Y/N took a slow, deliberate breath in, holding it for a second before exhaling. “See? It’s simple.”

Clarisse shot her a deadpan look. “Are you serious? Breathing? That’s your big idea?”

Y/N tilted her head, grinning mischievously. “You’d be surprised. You know, if you don’t at least try, I might have to—”

She paused, looking away dramatically before turning back to Clarisse with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“—break up with you.”

Clarisse blinked, her face dropping as she stared at Y/N. For a moment, it seemed like she didn’t even know how to respond. Y/N, realizing her joke had landed a little too seriously, scrambled for something to say. “I’m joking! I’m just kidding, Claire, relax!”

But Clarisse was already standing up, looking down at Y/N with a frown.

“No. I don’t think that’s funny.” Her voice was low, tense, and Y/N could see the hurt behind her words. “You want me to change how I handle things, and you threaten to break up with me over it?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted at the misunderstanding. She stood up quickly, grabbing Clarisse’s wrist. “No, no, listen to me, Claire. I didn’t mean it like that. I swear, I just wanted to get you to give this a shot.”

Clarisse, still not looking convinced, pulled away slightly. “Well, you didn’t make it sound like a joke.”

Y/N’s heart ached a little, seeing Clarisse’s walls go up. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to help you feel better… and not always use anger to deal with things.”

Clarisse let out a breath, her shoulders sagging as the frustration from earlier melted away, replaced by the weight of the conversation. She ran a hand through her hair. “I’m just so… tired, Y/N. Tired of fighting everything all the time. It’s hard.”

Y/N stepped closer, taking Clarisse’s hand gently. “I know, babe. I know. But you don’t have to fight alone. And you don’t have to be angry to be strong.”

Clarisse looked at Y/N, her expression softening as she realized the depth of what Y/N was trying to say. “I… I’ll try. For you. But I can’t promise I’ll be perfect.”

Y/N smiled, pulling her into a tight hug. “You don’t have to be perfect, Claire. You just have to try.”

And for the first time that day, Clarisse actually smiled, her frustration fading into something more peaceful.

“Okay. I’ll try,” she murmured, resting her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Clarisse’s face. “Good. And just so you know… no more breakup jokes, okay?”

Clarisse let out a small laugh. “Deal.”

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world seemed just a little bit lighter.

[wastelandbabyvirgo]

need more children of aphrodite content that isn’t mysogynistic as fuck

[applecidersstuff]

Thinking about Drew and how Silena is the only person next to whom she can be likable.

Thinking about Drew after Silena dies and how she realizes that no one in her cabin actually likes the real her.

Thinking about Drew having two big sisters before the war, but having none left after.

Thinking about Drew clinging onto the counselor role because she’s afraid that if she loses it no one will talk to her or care if she’s even alive.

Thinking about Drew finding herself in the middle of the forest at night, after Piper takes over and realizing she doesn’t care if she’s caught by the furies or if a monster gets her. She knows there’s no one waiting for her at camp. She burned all the bridges that remained after the war.

Thinking about Drew hiding in the shadows of the arena for hours trying to get herself to talk to the only person who may still like her.

Thinking about Drew breaking down when she finally convinces herself to talk to Clarrise and feeling like she’s drowning in grief and guilt. Drew who’s feeling her body shutting down from exhaustion and pressure she had felt over the past few months.

Thinking about Drew waking up in the Ares cabin, because Clarrise didn’t know if bringing her back to cabin 10 is a good idea, and because on some level she didn’t want to lose her little sister again, and finally feeling wanted and loved again.

Thinking about Drew whose disappearance is only noticed after a week of her staying in the Ares cabin.

Thinking about Piper who calls an emergency counselor meeting, right before lunch, and tells everyone she lost Drew.

Thinking about Clarrise who’s fuming with rage, but calmly and slowly, word by word, lays out exactly how badly Piper fucked up.

And then, in the same uncannily calm voice, she gets every single person, from a cabin with more than two people, to tell Piper how exactly they make sure they don’t lose a camper.

And everyone complies, because they all realize, that, due to the timing, it’s clear that Piper had called the meeting a few hours too late. And if Drew was actually missing at that time, it would mean that she went missing/was last seen yesterday evening, and by the time they had the meeting she would’ve been already dead.